DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Lauren Cohan. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
Big thanks to all the guys who helped me with this by discussing ideas and story points, especially to Boogeyman who came up with the idea and to adept who did the proofreading. It took a while longer to complete than I had hoped, so enjoy it, guys ;)
I'd love to get some feedback, either via mail or in the comment section!
Codes: MF, oral, fingering, exhib, screaming, rimming, anal, mdom
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"Good evening! Give me a Glenmore, the older the better, please!" Lauren Cohan let out a sigh of relief as she sat down on the bar stool in the almost empty hotel bar of the 'Hilton Los Angeles' and put her elegant black leather purse on the seat next to hers. It was three o'clock at night and she had spent the last six hours at a gala event, smiling and chatting with producers and actors, posing for the paparazzi as she did her best to promote her hit show 'The Walking Dead'. It wasn't like she hadn't had fun for a while, but after a while these events tended to get exhausting.
She had longed for a drink for over three hours now, a stiff one to take the edge off, but all she had been able to score was a glass of champagne. Even if she had managed to get her hands on more, she couldn't have drunk it. It was a publicity event after all and getting smashed or even tipsy wasn't an option if you wanted to be taken serious as an actress. So she had waited, she had smiled and she had talked to rude, unsympathetic people for hours, wishing she was somewhere else until she finally found that she had done her duty and had fled the scene back to her hotel where she decided to reward her discipline with a drink or two at the 'Hilton's' hotel bar.
Smiling she thanked the bartender as he slid a tumbler filled with two fingers high of a honey-colored liquid over to her. Picking it up she closed her eyes and took a whiff, enjoying the scent of oak for a moment before taking a small sip. Savoring the sweet, nutty tang on her tongue she felt the stress-related tenseness fall off her body and felt herself relax.
After a moment she opened her eyes, a small smile on her lips as realization hit home that she had survived the evening. She glanced into the mirror behind the bar and allowed herself for a moment to indulge in the narcissism of admiring her own reflection. She had really brought out the big guns tonight. Her luxurious brunette hair fell in soft, smooth waves down to her shoulders, framing her stunning face. She had gone easy on the make up tonight, a light shade of pink lipstick and a subtle amount of mascara that highlighted her stunning green-grey eyes. The dress she had picked out for the occasion was something spectacular: a small, black piece that hugged every curve of her toned body, the plunging neckline revealing a good amount of cleavage and the short hem displayed a generous amount of her creamy white thighs. To round the whole thing off she wore a pair of black three inch heels that killed her feet by now, but did a great job accentuating her legs and butt. She smirked as she turned her upper body a little, watching how the shadows played in her décolleté. The dress really did a great job presenting her small b-cups, making sure they caught attention. Overall she had to say the whole evening had been a success, her attire making sure that the names 'The Walking Dead' and 'Lauren Cohan' would be all over the news tomorrow.
Satisfied Lauren took a look around. The hotel bar was almost empty, a few stray guests had a good night drink, but most of them just sat by themselves and kept quiet. However she caught a few guys who had watched her in secret, quickly looking away to avoid her eyes. She sighed and shook her head. It had been an eternity since she had gotten laid, but how was she supposed to get lucky if these men wouldn't even dare to look her in the eyes?
She took another sip and pondered the situation. Ever since she had moved to Atlanta she had been single, her supply of good sex sparse and sporadic. The show had made her a celebrity and as it was most of the men who mustered the courage to walk up to her did so only in the interest of fucking a famous person to brag around. And that she simply couldn't have... she was not opposed to one-night-stands - she had had her share back before she was famous and the fun was anonymous - and it didn't offend her that men lusted after her for her looks, but the types of guys that hit on her were the ones who would give her a reputation that could kill her career.
She finished her whisky, ready to order another one when the barkeeper placed an already filled glass in front of her. Surprised she looked at him.
"From the gentlemen over there!" he said simply and nodded towards his left.
"Oh, thank you!" Lauren smiled and nodded before turning towards her benefactor. Then man who sat at the end of the bar was quite a bit older than her, Lauren guessed him to be in his mid-fifties at least, but even from the distance she felt the man's powerful presence. His grey hair was still full the short beard gave his features an almost leonine touch, but what really mesmerized her where his eyes. They gleamed darkly in his face, looking commanding and wise at the same time as he smiled politely and lifted his glass.
Lauren lifted her own glass and smiled back, forming a silent 'Thank you' with her lips before taking a small sip, keeping eye contact the whole time. She couldn't help but feel attracted by the man's impressive aura, despite the fact that he was at least twenty years her senior, something that usually meant that she wasn't interested. 'Desperate slut, are we?' she thought ironically to herself, a smirk spreading across her face. She watched with excitement as the man stood up from his stool, straightened the jacket of his expensive suit and calmly walked up to her.
"Would it be alright if I took a seat next to you?" he asked, his deep voice tanged with an accent Lauren couldn't quite place.
"Of course!" Lauren beamed, quickly picking up her purse and placing it on the bar to make room. She lifted her glass again. "Thank you for the drink! My name is Lauren!" She offered her hand.
"My name is Pedro!" the man answered with a smile after he had taken seat next to her. He gently took her hand and to her surprise he planted a small kiss on it. "Charmed to meet you!"
Lauren felt herself blush a little, the old school gesture had taken her by surprise. Also she felt her pussy twitch of the gentle touch of his rough hands and warm lips. She lowered her eyes and grinned, mentally chastising herself for acting like a schoolgirl. "Likewise..." she finally whispered before taking another sip of her Scotch.
