(A DYLAN JAMES ADVENTURE)
This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
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The giant premiere party was in full swing on Soundstage No. 9 of The Lot. It was the new fancy name for the old Warner Bros. Hollywood lot on Santa Monica and Formosa. Peter Katz, the movie producer, had rented the entire sound stage for the party and he was spending thousands of dollars for the event. It showed in the quality of the music that the DJ's were spinning, the catered food, the 12 full-service bars spread around the giant room, and the massive decorations. There were hundreds of people here all dressed to the "nines". Tuxedos, gowns, hip Hollywood clothes, and every trendy style were represented. Stars were arriving on the "red carpet" outside, and the evening was just getting into full swing.
The gala event was for the opening of Peter's latest movie, "Rage From Within", the big-budget horror flick starring Karine Hanna. Karine was married to Peter, and he had helped make her a big star. She in turn had help make him a powerful Hollywood producer. Peter was a former porn producer who when he met Karine instantly got into horror flicks and made a ton of money. Karine was beautiful, sexy, and built like the proverbial "brick shit house". She had been his meal ticket to the big time -- he had been the one to take the chance on her, and they both cashed in. When their first movie had come out, because of her beauty and talent and his business savvy; the movie made a ton of money and turned her into an overnight superstar. They had married soon after the film had crossed 100 million dollars, and appeared to everyone like the happiest couple in show biz.
But Dylan James knew different. The truth was far from what the outside world saw. As Dylan wandered around the big sound stage a couple of times saying hello to friends, and checking out the array of beautiful sexy women that always attended these events, he reflected on just how far Karine had come in such a short time and how he had been there right from the start. Karine Hanna was a sex freak. Dylan had been fucking Karine on the side off and on for the past few years. They had been "fuck buddies" ever since Dylan had worked on that first movie as the head stunt coordinator. Karine and he had meet and had become lovers before the movie even started. Dylan had seduced her right in front of her then fiancé, Peter (see" The Bet") and their affair had continued ever since. Every once in awhile, her name would appear on his cell -- Karine -- and Dylan knew that he was in for a very fun night. She was a sexual dynamo and she loved to do it all; anal, threesomes, foursomes, in public, anything that had a sense of adventure and danger to it. That is why they got on so well. She was a danger freak just like Dylan. He had seen Karine at the party, but had not had a chance to talk to her yet as she was surrounded by reporters and all types of Hollywood hangers-on. She looked tremendous in her off-the-shoulder black gown which displayed so much cleavage that it looked like her beautiful tits might burst out of her dress any second. One could only hope. Dylan stopped at one of the bars and got a Grey Goose and tonic. He slowly nursed it as he made his way around the stage. He was dressed in his best tux and looked like a movie star himself with his good looks and tall strong presence. He like coming to these parties not to be seen, although in his business it was a good thing to be out among the producers and business people who could hire his company, or him personally. But the main reason was that the opportunities to pick up beautiful women at events like this were wonderful. Everyone was dress up and feeling good. Everyone usually drank a little too much and were a little more willing to take a chance. As they had a good time, they loosened up a little, and that is when Dylan's magic always worked to his advantage. Some of his favorite pieces of ass were met at parties like this, and he had his eye on a likely candidate right then. He had spotted a beautiful Asian woman in a bright red backless dress across the room. She was in excellent shape as he could clearly see the definition of muscles in her arms and back. She wasn't bulked up at all, but was just "cut" in all the right areas. The dress clung to her impressive body like a second skin and he was just about to go over and introduce himself, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Dylan turned and was surprised to see the famous beauty standing in front of him.
"Hi, Dylan. How are you?" Karine Hanna smiled at him.
"Hey, doll," he said as he hugged the star of the evening tightly, "congratulations!"
"Thanks. Look I have to get back to Peter, but I wanted to say hello, and introduce to my very good friend, Denise Richards."
Dylan looked over Karine's shoulder and saw for the first time that it was Denise Richards. For a second, all he could think was "Wow!" She looked awesome standing there next to Karine -- and that was a very hard thing to do. He had never really thought she was particularly pretty, but with her standing there in person, Dylan was blown away.
She looked fabulous in a barely there Dior gown that was sleeveless and backless. It tied at the neck, and the front was made of two strips of thin gold and black material that so tightly encased Denise's magnificent straining breasts that her erect nipples seemed to be about to break through. The dress was split open between her large full globes and was cut all the way to her navel revealing acres of Denise's smooth golden skin. The bottom half of the skimpy gown hugged her hips, ass and the front of her thighs like a glove. The only reason that she could move at all was for the large vent in the front of the gown that came up to about 3 inches below her crotch showing off her lesser known but certainly no less impressive asset, her long gorgeous legs.
"Denise, how are you? It is very nice to meet you," Dylan said as he extended his hand toward her. Denise took his hand and smiling a secretive little grin; she leaned over and kissed Dylan on the check.
"It is very nice to meet you as well," she smiled at him.
"Dylan, she is bored to death and she wanted me to introduce her to the most interesting man at this party. Without a doubt, that is you. So you entertain her and I will catch you both later." With that Karine turned and made a beeline back to Peter's side leaving the two strangers alone.
"How do you know Karine, Denise?" Dylan asked as he watched Karine's super-fine ass strut across the room.
"Are you going to look at her ass or talk to me?" Denise questioned.
Busted! Dylan turned and looked at the lovely actress. Blushing slightly, he smiled and apologized. "I am sorry! That WAS rude! You caught me."
"No harm. It would not be the first time that happened to me while she was around. She is a good looking girl. Bitch!" Denise said with a laugh in her voice.
"Well, let me start again. How do you know Karine?"
"I worked on a movie with her last year. We became best friends."
"That's nice of you to support your friend like this."
"Hell, I'm here for the "red carpet" crap. Plus I pick up an appearance fee. You dress up, walk the runway, say nice things about the movie, and the stars , and what not. I pick up a few grand and with things tight right now with Charlie and me fighting, every bit helps. What are you doing here?"
"I worked on Karine's first movie with Peter -- we go back a long way."
"So I hear," Denise smirked.
"What does that mean?"
"You buy me a drink and I promise I will tell you, okay?"
Dylan nodded yes, and they headed for the nearest bar. All the bars were very crowded with people trying to order cocktails from the over-whelmed bartenders. As Denise and Dylan waited for their turn, the crowd slowly forced them together until Denise was pressed tightly against Dylan's strong body. Her lush figure was pressed into his front as they slowly inched towards the bar, and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. His keen eyes were running up and down her beautiful figure. The outline of her nipples poking through her dress, and the tightness of the dress around her mound area were enough to fill his fertile imagination with lust. He shook his head to clear his head of these thoughts. There was something about how she carried her age now, her womanly figure after her kids were born, and the extra little lines on her face that had him reeling. She was too sexy for him to contemplate. The more he stared at her lovely face and body, the hotter his desire grew inside. The sensual pout of her lips, the lines of her well-chiseled face, and the strawberry scent of her lovely golden hair brown hair intoxicated him. The heaving of her killer breasts enticed him, and while he could not tell whether they were silicone-enhanced or not, it didn't matter. They were incredible! A vision of her lying spread out on a bed before him had taken hold, and his whole body started to sweat. His large thick penis lurched down his trouser leg as if it had a mind of its own, which of course it did. He just hoped she didn't notice the tell-tale bulge as her firm ass cheeks were mashed up against his crotch.
They slowly inched forward, and the entire time Denise's sweet tight ass was rubbing against Dylan's increasingly harder cock. By the time they got to the counter, Dylan was so worked up all he really wanted to do was push all nine of his thick long inches into her hot pussy and start shafting in and out. Denise acted like nothing was unusually at all. They both ordered their drinks and moved away from the bar. As they walked they chatted about Hollywood and who they knew at the party. As they drifted through the party they moved towards a much less crowded section of the sound stage that was located in a far off corner. This section was filled with a bunch of tall bar tables and stools, and there were only a few couples around them. When they reached the farthest table, Dylan put down his drink and turned to Denise.
"So you were going to tell me about what you meant back over there."
"About what?" Denise asked as she carefully seated herself on one of the tall stools. Dylan stared in awe as Denise's rich and full breasts gently swayed tantalizingly inside her gown. Her nipples were rock hard and fully aroused as they thrust against the material of the dress. His mouth watered at the sight of her large breasts, and the thought of taking one of those stiff beauties into his mouth, softly biting it, then sucking the nipple till she screamed.
"When I said that '...we went back a long way', you said '...so I have heard'."
"Oh that. It just that Karine and I talked about a lot of things on that set, and one of them was you," Denise commented as she crossed her legs, and the barely-there gown parted to reveal her beautiful tan legs almost all the way up to her fork. Dylan was almost hypnotized by the sight of her golden thighs.
"Really? And what did you talk about?" Dylan asked stupefied.
"She told me all about your affair and she said that you were the best lover she has ever had, period."
"Okay, that's nice. I didn't know she ever told anyone about us?"
Denise smiled at him as she sat facing him holding her glass in her hand. "Honey, she talks about you all the time. It is enough to make a woman jealous or pissed off."
"Which one are you?"
"Jealous and pissed off, of course,"
"Why both?"
Denise looked around the immediate area and leaned into Dylan very close. In a low whisper she purred, "Well, when all she talks about is your big thick dick and all the magic you seem to create with that wand of yours, it makes a girl a little jealous. Then it makes her pissed off that she isn't getting fucked like that on a regular basis. Understand now?" With that she took a sip of her martini, her big eyes looking at him over the top of her drink.
