Jimmy's car being slammed into by a female driver on the famed Sunset Strip might seem like bad luck. But that wasn't the case at all. In fact, it couldn't be further from the truth.
Jimmy Sigszer had a knack for being in the right place, at the right time. Like now, for instance, with the short dirty blond haired woman, wearing sunglasses at night, standing by the hood of her white Mercedes Benz. She was fretting over the accident and how it would look in the tabloids. Not to mention how it could affect her ongoing struggle for custody rights with her ex-husband for her small children. She pleaded with Jimmy, "please let's leave the insurance companies out of this. I was just trying to get away from those fucking paparazzi scum shits."
Jimmy smiled, "we better figure something double quick, Britney. The way they hound you, it won't be long before they get here."
"You know who am I?" she almost sounded genuinely surprised.
"My little sister loves your song, Lucky," he laughed a bit. "Everybody knows who Britney Spears is. I'm Jimmy Sigszer," he extended a hand that she took. Jimmy assessed the damage to both cars, his car the more worse for the wear. While down on a knee checking the undercarriage of her car, he took his time drawing his eyes up her smooth bare legs, savoring her exposed feet, sucking in the sight of her perfect toes displayed in strapped heels. His eyes licked up along her body, coming to his feet, so his eyes were breast high, then casually drew his look back up to meet her shaded eyes. "Everything looks pretty much fine," he smirked. Britney actually seemed to blush a bit and turned her head away bashfully. "Just some damage to the grill and the bumper. Nothing major."
She tossed her hair, licked her lips. "Your car looks pretty banged up." She looked at the damage.
"Yeah, but it's drive-able." Jimmy looked around. People were beginning to become interested in what was happening. It wouldn't be long before the paparazzi showed up. "Whatever we're going to do, we better do it now."
Britney noticed the activity seeming to move in their direction. "What do we do?" she asked, sounding almost helpless.
"Follow me," Jimmy said. "I know a place where we can lay low and sort this out." Britney agreed, slid back behind the wheel of the Benz and followed Jimmy away from the scene of the accident.
It was a quick drive to Jimmy's apartment. He let Britney pull her car between his and A large SUV that shielded it from the street. Both of them hurried into the lobby of his building, she still wearing the sunglasses. Nobody seemed to notice her and that's the way she wanted it for right now.
He lived on the first floor and right quick Jimmy was letting them in into his apartment, flicked on a light and Britney looked around nervously. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her.
"Um... you wouldn't happen to have a Red Bull, would you?"
Before she could say caffeine, he held out a can to her and popped the top on one of his own. He plopped down on the couch and motioned her to do the same. "Have a seat, and make yourself comfortable. Mi casa, su casa."
When Britney sat in a chair across from him, her unbelievably short skirt hiked so far up her bare thighs, Jimmy could see what she had for lunch. It didn't seem to bother her, and it sure as shit didn't bother Jimmy. "So, the paparazzi really have been putting you through the ringer, huh?"
Britney took off her glasses. Her eyes seemed weary and vulnerable. "They won't leave me alone. I try to be nice to them, give them their pictures, but it only makes them want more." She took a long drink off the Red Bull.
"I don't know how you do it. You must be one strong woman to put up with that craziness, day in, day out, pretty much every minute you're awake." He sipped his drink. Britney got up from her chair and went to the window. Jimmy watched her go, her hips swaying, ass covered by black lace panties, peeking out from under her skirt. "What an ass!" he thought.
"It may look like I'm that strong, but I'm not." She stared out at the street, traffic going by. "Sometimes I just wish I could disappear, go someplace where nobody knows me and escape for a while." She turned around, her eyes glistening in the light where the tears were forming.
Jimmy reached for a tissue on the coffee table, snatched one from the box and took it to her. "It's going be okay, you know?"
She reached for it, found his hand and squeezed it. Her eyes met his, searched them, found something they were looking for, and she took a step towards him. Her head slightly titled to the side, her chin raised and her lips parted. Her hand found his chest, bracing her, her other hand found his forearm and gripped it strong. Jimmy pulled her to him, his body receptive and safe for her. He slipped his arm around her back and held the back of her head. Their lips drawn to one another, as their eyes locked, and then closed.
Their mouths were hungry, closed over each other, tongues emerging and wrestling, massaging, tasting, probing. Jimmy slipped his hand from her head, down her body. Caressing her, then cupped her full round ass. He squeezed, tugged and massaged it. Moaning slightly, mouths still together, Britney rose up on tippy toes. Both her arms went around his neck, her body pressed full against him, Jimmy's nature started to rise.
He wrapped both arms around her waist drawing her tight to him. Britney wrapped one leg around him, then the other. Her skirt had come up over her ass. Jimmy cradled an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing, and massaging them. His hand slipped beneath her panties, found that she was wet, and began to slip them over her lips. Jimmy tugged on her pussy lips, rubbed them, arousing Britney. She started grinding her hips. Her breathing was filled with sighs of delight, as Jimmy slipped first one, then shortly two, followed by three and finally all four coned fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She pulled her mouth away from his and let out a sigh of ecstasy. Britney found his mouth again, tongue flailing against his, breathing faster and harder. She was banging his fingers, bouncing on Jimmy's pelvis, while his digits plunged into her, over and over.
Britney was bucking, and when she was good and worked up, she brought her legs back down to the floor. With reckless abandon her hands undid his belt, unbuckled his pants and pulled down his underwear. Jimmy's dick smacked Britney in the side of the face when the elastic waistband of his briefs slipped past it. "Oh!" she exclaimed in girlish cock-lusting delight. When finished getting his pants and underwear all the way off, she stood back up. Jimmy unzipped her skirt, while Britney stroked his cock with a firm and deft microphone hand. Her skirt fell, then her panties, and just as quick her blouse was off.
