I knew it; damn it was a sight to see. But, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning...
Name's Chance Ronal, I'm 24 years young, and I have a great career in acting; or so I'm told. I entered a contest, had to pay a hefty $350, in order to meet the cast of Law and Order: SVU and hang with them for a whole week in LA! But who the hell am I kidding? I just wanted to see Olivia Benson ass naked and screw her. So, after 3 weeks of jumping over the fence for my mail before anyone else got to it (storm knocked over my shed, had to fix it up), I finally got a letter saying that I had won. I swear, I must've bust a pipe or something because I wet my boxers like there was no tomorrow. I packed up my bags, loaded up on condoms, and left just a week later after I got the letter.
LA is not all glittery like it is on TV. There's trash, and bums, and hookers, and shit, and hookers, and fights, and hot ass hookers; did I mention hookers? Anyhow, I got lost once and had to walk to the studio in the pouring rain. But, hey, seeing Elliot Stabler soaking wet is alright as well. (Did I mention I wanted to fuck him as well?) So, there was Flinn, Olivia, Elliot, and all the others talking as I walked in. The prosecutor chick took my arm and guided me over to where they all were. I shook their hands and said hello; and of course stared at Olivia's ass and Elliot's dick when they weren't looking.
So, we got acquainted, ate an excellent Chinese food buffet, and headed out to the 'mansion' in a hummer limo. Olivia and Elliot were real polite and we chatted, and then I saw the mansion. It truly was a fucking mansion! I thought we were at the playboy bunny house or something.
"Hey Chance, upstairs are the bedrooms and arcade, downstairs has the living room, kitchen, and a few other rooms as well." I must not have paid attention to what his next words were, because then he picked up my two suitcases and started walking upstairs. God how his muscles flexed through his shirt. I walked around the house after I put all my clothes away, and loved the view. Real marble, nice chandeliers, rooms were huge but were nicely arranged. After 45 minutes of walking, I figured I'd 'hit the sack' and take a nap before we went out to dinner. I ran up the 55 fucking stairs and into my room, was taking off my clothes, I sleep in my boxers, and happened to stare out my balcony window. There stood Olivia fucking hot ass Benson in a two piece, blue and white, bikini. I started rubbing through my boxers to calm myself down, but each second staring at her was hurting. I closed my eyes for a second and when I looked out again; she was gone. Needless to say, I dreamt about her the entire time I was asleep.