Author's Note: A short tale about a sexy TV star alone in a bar. It's my first foray into celebrity stories. Let me know what you think. If this is received well, I have another in mind with a sexy reporter from a different network.
*****
The beautiful blonde sat in the hotel's bar alone having her third glass of wine. Normally, she didn't drink that much, but she was on a rare road trip and was lonely.
There were only a few customers and they were spread out leaving each other to their drinks.
She was sitting in a booth along the edge of the room out of the way of the door and lobby.
Two men in suits walked in, and were in the middle of a passionate, if not loud, conversation.
"No way, Dave. She's way hotter than Tomi. Tomi looks fake. She's all real man."
"I still can't picture her, what does she look like?" Dave asked.
"She's perfect. A 15 on a 10 scale. She's got blonde shoulder-length hair, sparkling pale blue eyes, decent rack and she has the best legs on TV. She always wears nylons. She's amazing." Evan said.
"She's on Fox News?" Dave asked.
"Yep in the morning."
'Fuck!' The blonde thought, as she listened to their conversation. She slid further to the inside of the booth and avoided eye contact.
"What do you watch that crap for?"
"For her, dummy. I watch Robin Meade until Sandra comes on, then it's goddess time."
"You really need to work out of an office. You watch too much TV."
"Nah, just in the mornings. Pull her up on your phone. See for yourself."
As Dave googled images of Sandra Smith, Sandra herself was waiting for her chance to leave unnoticed.
She felt uncomfortable listening to someone talk about her, lusting for her, and hoped she wasn't seen.
Dave found what he was looking for and agreed, "Damn, she's got great legs. Her nose is kinda big though."
Sandra looked over at them, pissed about the nose comment, but quickly looked down at the menu of drinks on the table.
"Fuck you. At least she didn't have a nose job like your girl Tomi Laren. I hate that fake shit."
"Yeah, but damn, she looks good."
"Whatever. Are we gonna drink or what?"
"Yeah, I'll have a Jack on the rocks."
Evan went to the bar to order their drinks when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of nice legs under the table at a booth across from him.
The blonde had her head turned towards the wall with her phone by her ear, blocking any view of her face, but the legs were all he was interested in at that point.
Evan was a leg man and loved the feel of a woman's stockings against his skin as he fucked them. The blonde was wearing his favorite shade as well: nude.
The bar was dimly lit, but what little light there was, glistened along her stocking-clad leg.
He pad for the drinks and sat back down, never looking at the woman's face.
A few minutes later Evan asked, "Want another drink?"
"No, I'm just having the one drink," Dave said. "My flight leaves at 7."
"Ouch! That's brutal."
"Yeah, but I want to be back by noon for my kid's baseball game."
"Cool man. Have a safe flight," Evan said as he bro-hugged his old college roommate.
He went back to the bar to order another glass of wine for himself when he glanced over at the legs again. This time he could see her face, although she was trying to, but failing to, discreetly hide it with her hand.
'Holy shit!' He thought. 'It's her. Sandra fucking Smith.'
The bartender brought his wine over and Evan asked, "What's the lady drinking?"
"Cabernet. Same as you."
"Get me another one, would ya?"
