Hollywood! Finally a chance to rub elbows with the stars. Or at least that's what I thought. I had been trudging around Hollywood "hotspots" two weeks and the closest I'd been to a celebrity was a Gary Coleman look-a-like at a Starbucks. Needless to say, I was disappointed. This was my only vacation from a crappy job, and I had wasted it chasing stars to no avail. Feeling down I decided to drown my sorrows at a local bar. Upon my arrival I was surprised to find that inside the drab building was actually a nice bar. There was a relatively large dance floor, a live band, and a bevy of delicious young ladies. I was feeling better already. I went to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned on the bar stool and soaked in the atmosphere of the place. I was about order another drink when I noticed a smoking hot chick a few seats down at the bar. She was wearing one of those "juicy" velour track suits, and boy did she fit the description. She was wearing the hood up and I noticed her head down, it seemed like she was sulking. I figured it was the perfect reason to approach her. I stood, straightened my clothes, and walked over.
"You mind if I sit down?" I asked. She nodded and I sat next to her. She motioned to the bartender and he poured her a shot of Jack Daniels. "Strong drink for a little lady", I said. She downed the shot and smiled at me. "I'm impressed" I said laughing. She giggled and turned towards me. I could have sworn I recognized her. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like-" Before I could finish my sentence she snatched me up and pulled me toward the dance floor. I was treated to a view of one the nicest asses I've ever seen. She had an ass that wasn't huge, but fit her frame perfectly and her choice of clothing was more than flattering. Pulling myself away, I looked ahead before she caught me staring. She picked a spot on the floor and we bounced to the lively music and laughed at my feeble attempts at dancing. The bouncing suddenly turned to fast a wind as she turned and backed into me. She backed into me and ground her beautiful ass into my crotch in perfect rhythm. The sudden attention got a rise out of me. She turned around and smiled at the effect she had on me.
"Having fun big boy?" She teased. I blushed as she continued to work my erection. The music suddenly slowed and we faced each other. I was lost in her big, black eyes. We slowed rocked back and forth. She laid her head in my chest and we rocked in bliss until the song ended. I looked down to find her staring up at me. I leaned in and we kissed deeply.
"You wanna get out of here?" she asked.
"That's cool, but I'm walking."
"Not a problem" she said jingling her keys. We sped off in a rather expensive-looking sports car. I wondered what she did for a living, but I didn't want to put her off. I turned on the radio and she sang along to a Mariah Carey song, and I was thrown by her voice. It was simply beautiful; she sounded just like-. Then it dawned on me. I sitting not two feet away from Mya! I didn't know if I should let her know I had recognized her or continue to play dumb. I decided to trick her into admitting it.
"You mind if I change this?" I asked. She shook her head and I quickly found one of her CD's. I popped it into the player and waited for her reaction. I laughed to myself as she struggled to change her voice. She noticed my giggles and turned the player off.
"What gave me away?" She said flatly.
"Your voice was a dead give away" I replied. She laughed and turned the player back on. We drove along singing her songs aloud. She impressed with my knowledge of her work, but seriously disappointed with my singing voice. We finally arrived at a small, but extremely lavish condo. We made our way in and sat down in her living room. She went to get us some drinks, while I walked around in her living room admiring her plaques and awards. It suddenly hit me that I may have a chance at having sex with Mya. She returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses.
"Have some?"