They say Hollywood is a place where dreams come true, where a simple person from the back end of nowhere can become a star and hit the big time. I see it as that, but from my experiences, I know having your dreams come true, involves meeting stars, but not becoming one.
I lived a simple life before I moved to San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles. I made the move because I wanted to do something with my life, but I didn't know what. So with a massive inheritance from my grandfather, and my stuff, I moved out to California from Florida.
For a year I worked at a tech company, worked in the marketing department since I knew that I was a good salesperson. Plus I was always told my rugged good looks and body could get some more sales when I was selling something. I decided to leave after a year and wait on something better. Mainly because I didn't know what else to do.
One day, I just decided to head into Hollywood and find a good drinking spot, so I called up an uber, got myself looking good and went on a hunt for a good spot to relax. I eventually came across a pretty high end nightclub, and thankfully got in without too much of a wait.
I won't go into too much detail over what happened that night, because it isn't the reason I am telling my story, but I happened to meet a beautiful woman who happened to pick me to take home, I did my damnedest to make the night memorable and I was very successful. I woke up the following morning, dressed up, and left her place.
I made it back home and took a shower, when I got out, I noticed a card on the floor. On the front it read, "Stars For The Stars" with a number and an address. On the back was a note that read, "You were amazing, so call them if you want more.-Veronica". I thought it was very strange but I decided to call and see what was up.
On the other end was a female voice who I assumed to be a receptionist.
"Hi thank you for calling Stars For The Stars, how may I help you today?"
"Um hi, my name is George and Veronica slipped me your business card, I was wondering why."
"Well sir, we are currently hiring for a special role in our organization and she saw some potential in you, are you available tomorrow at 2pm for an interview?"
I was weirded out by the wording she used as all Veronica and I did was fuck, but I needed a new job so I agreed and got my clothes ready for the interview.
The next day arrived and I got an uber to the location the card gave me. It was a modest looking building and as I walked through the doors, I was met with a fancy lobby and a woman typing away at a computer. I signed some info and waited to be called.
"George? Lauren is ready to see you now."
I got up and was directed into an office space where another woman sat and typed something up.
"Good to meet you George, I'm Lauren. It is good to meet you and I appreciate you coming in on a short notice. Do you have any questions before we start?"
"Um yeah, what do you guys got going on here." I asked, wondering what I was getting myself into.
"I'll save that question for the end, before you decide if you want this job." She said, and then began the interview.
It went well, we had an interesting talk and she had a man bring in some forms, which I signed. I even had to sign a NDA in addition to the many other piles of papers.
"So to answer your earlier question, we act as a service to the rich and famous that come to Hollywood. Many do not stay here forever so relationships are scarce for some and others, don't get much love from their significant other. In that case, we work to provide, "comfort" to those men and women. Basically, we are a high end escort service." She said, not smiling or even slightly hinting that she is joking.