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This is Part 24 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all.
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One of the celebrities I'm most proud of at the agency is Julia Stiles. Not only was she a fairly esteemed actress for her generation but I had taken a special liking to her. You see, when her career began to take off was right around the time I took over my father's firm. I felt like a proud parent when she had risen to become a pretty well known actress. When her breakout hit "Save The Last Dance" had burst onto the scene, I knew that she had finally made it, that even though she wasn't the most drop dead gorgeous actress on the planet, she still had what it took to be a box office draw. And in this business, that's all that matters.
Which is why, to celebrate a year of success (okay, so it's a few weeks into the New Year...what can I say, I had a scheduling conflict!), I gladly accepted an invitation from Julia to go dancing at a hot new club that had opened on the outskirts of town.
"You sure you're up for clubbing Dean? You are getting kind of old?" Julia said into the phone with a laugh.
"I can hold my own. Just try not to blow me away with all those dance moves you learned on set, alright?" I said back, reclining in my chair. The year had started off slow for me and the business, as many studios sat back and scratched their heads as to how a movie like "Lord of the Rings" could make so much money. I had already heard rumblings of other literary adaptations being planned, things on the same scale as Tolkein's three books. And if I had my way, if the rumors of big budget flicks being planned by all the studios were true, then I'd be more than happy to worm any number of the agency's stars into them, including Julia.
"Alright, well I'll meet you out front of your office at 8 then?" Julia said. I agreed and hung up the phone. Walking over to my floor length mirror, I checked out my physique. Na, I thought to myself, you're never too old for a little dancing.
Julia was promptly outside my of office at 8, just like she said she would be. She pulled up in a surprisingly modest Volkswagen Jetta, a rich blue color that seemed to be cast from the shades of a bright winter sky. I climbed into her car, greeted by the thudding bass of a techno CD. Julia was certainly ready for clubbing. She wore her long, curly blond hair down around her shoulders, the back of it touching her very short white midriff shirt, emblazoned with a bright red heart over her round and jutting breasts. She wore a micro black leather skirt that just barely reached mid-calf on her legs. I knew that I was going to be in for an experience tonight as I buckled in and we headed off.
"So, where are we going? You didn't tell me the name of the club when you called," I asked. Julia just grinned. "You'll see. It's not anything like what you would expect,"
We drove for the next thirty minutes along the PCH, heading upstate. I passed the time by watching the surf break over the rocks outside in the starless moonlight, but couldn't help but let my gaze wander to Julia's bronzed, smooth legs, especially while trying to carry on a conversation with her.
I was a little surprised to say the least when Julia pulled the car over suddenly, easing onto the shoulder of the road a little ways off the main highway. A pickup truck buzzed past us as Julia turned the car off.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Something about this place seemed too secluded. My fears were eased though by a quick smile from Julia.
"Nothing. We're here. Why do you think I stopped the car?" she said a little sarcastically. She opened her door and started walking down the side of the road, heading off around a corner that wasn't but thirty yards in front of us. I quickly unbuckled my seat belt and followed her, catching up just in time to round the corner myself. She had been right - we were here. As soon as I stepped around the corner, it was like entering a totally different world. Only a few feet off of the main road was a brightly lit building that looked like an old warehouse. I could see people mingling around outside and could hear the dull thudding of the bass from inside the club. The windows flashed and danced with brightly colored, shifting lights.
We made our way to the entrance, the guys standing around outside waiting to get in stepping out of our way so that we could get to the door. This seemed odd, but then again I was starting to get a little bit of an odd feeling about the place in general. Julia for her part though, seemed to know what she was doing and where she was going. I knew this wasn't the first time she had been here. Julia left my side for a moment and bounced up, whispering something to the bouncer and then planting a quick kiss on his cheek. The guy, who looked like he could break my 6'5, 250 pound frame in half, smiled and lifted back the curtain at the entrance for Julia and I to go in. Taking my hand, we walked inside.
The music was almost deafening now and it was almost impossible to see where we were going, sweaty bodies writhing and dancing around everywhere. I had been to my fair share of clubs when I was back in college, but this was an incredibly intense and jam packed club that seemed to move and dance a completely different way than any club I had ever been to. We headed straight for the bar first, again having people part out of the way for us. I decided to ask Julia about this as soon as I got a moment. We sat at the bar and the bartender came over, asking us what we wanted to drink, Julia apparently a regular there enough to warrant the bartenders attention. He came back with a Sex on the Beach for Julia and, as usual, a scotch on the rocks for me.
Julia and I were packed tightly on our stools, the people dancing behind us. I looked around behind me, studying the crowd to try and figure out what seemed so odd about the place. Then it suddenly hit me - it was a gay bar. Besides Julia, there was probably not another woman in the entire club. Now, don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays - there are plenty in Hollywood that I deal with almost regularly. It was just, needless to say, a little odd being probably the only straight guy in the place.
"Uh, Julia...this is a...," I said to her, having to almost shout in her ear over the noise.
"A gay bar? Gee, whatever gave that away? Maybe the half naked guys?" she said with a laugh. "Yes, that's what it is alright. Why, do you have a problem?"
"No, not at all," I said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable sitting there. "It's just...well, why did we come here?"
