After the success of my first night as a Hollywood escort, I wasn't expecting to be without work for very long, but as I quickly found out, it takes more than just one good review for this sort of business to be booming.
It didn't help that after the Oscars ended, the number of celebrities that were actually in the market for an escort dwindled down to almost nothing.
But you hear things in this town, and I was using that to my advantage to get a leg up on who might be ringing me up next, and since I had placed ads in every major Hollywood publication in the weeks that followed the night I hooked up with Anna Kendrick, I figured it was only a matter of time before I got my next call.
And, just like I was when Anna called me up, I couldn't quite believe who it was that called requesting my services next.
Because it was Emma Stone.
Emma seemed to have it all, since she had long been Hollywood's "it" girl ever since her big break came with the movie "Easy A", and she not only starred in the recent Spider-Man films, but did so along with her boyfriend.
Which is why I was doubly amazed at what she said to me when she heard me pick up the phone.
"Yes, is this John? Emma Stone here, Anna told me all about what you did for her," she told me before pausing as if she was gathering herself for the rest of what she had to say, "so listen. No one has to know about this, but I know Andrew's cheating on me. So since I saw your ad in the paper and got such a good review from Anna, I'm going to use you to get back at him tonight."
"Emma, say no more," I told her, jotting down her address and putting into my phone, "and I can assure you, no one will know about this except for you, me, and whoever you decide to tell about it."
"That's what I wanted to hear," she told me as she ended the phone call to allow us both to get ready for our rendezvous later that night, "see you tonight, stud."
"Welcome to my humble abode, John. Please come in," Emma told me when she answered my knock on her front door wearing a short pair of white shorts and a skimpy, see-through white shirt, neither of which was doing much to hide any of her amazing body, especially since her hard nipples were currently poking through the shirt.
"Have a seat, I need to go grab something right quick," she told me as I sat down on her couch, a puzzled look on my face when Emma came back smoking a joint.
"Don't look so surprised John," Emma told me as she offered me one, which I eagerly accepted even though I don't usually touch the stuff, "Andrew might be cheating on me, and I may be paying you to get him back. But he's still my boyfriend and I still love him, so I needed something to calm my nerves tonight."
"I understand Emma," I told her as we puffed away on our joints, Emma hiking up her shorts to show off even more of her legs as we started to get a buzz from the marijuana smoke, "truth be told, I'm a little nervous, too. Because you're only my second call."
"Don't be," she whispered, taking my hand and sliding it between her legs, "I don't bite, baby. Unless you want me to."
"Enough of the weed," I whispered to her as I parted her legs and started sliding her shorts down, "I think it's about time I started enjoying something else, Emma baby."
