She had a six hour wait for her connecting flight to Hawaii. Because of a last minute booking and a short time period to get to the location, this was the only flight that was available. Two of that six-hour wait she spent browsing the shops and eating lunch in one of the restaurants. At three in the afternoon, the terminal does not have very many people populating it, only those that have a layover. The one good thing about the terminal being virtually empty is that no one was stopping her to ask for her autograph. She is getting bored but did not want to wander the shops again so she decided to check out the VIP lounge.
One of the lounges located in LAX is next to gate 70A in terminal seven. It is United's Red Carpet Club and to enter you must be a member of the club. She takes out her membership card scans it and the door opens for her. When she enters the lounge, the concierge has her sign in and hands her a key to a storage locker to stow her carry-on bag. After coming out of the locker room, which is across from the concierge desk, she walks into the main part of the lounge. The place is well appointed; on her left is a sitting area with tables, chairs, sofas, and a HD television tuned to some sort of movie. Straight ahead is the bar and to the right of that is a small buffet with snacks, sandwiches, and a salad bar all of it complimentary. She walks up to the bar and gets the bartender's attention, she is watching the movie.
The bartender walks over and says, "Good afternoon, Ms. Hewitt what can I get for you?"
"Good afternoon Samantha, what kind of bourbon do you have?"
"We have Wild Turkey, Maker's Mark, Jack Daniels, Old Grand Dad, and Jim Beam."
"Let me have a Turkey on the rocks. It's a little early but it's five o'clock somewhere." She says with a smile.
"Sure thing, coming right up, in here it's always five o'clock." The bartender politely smiling at her little joke.
"Thanks Samantha."
"You're welcome and you can call me Sam."
"Okay, thanks Sam, you can call me Love."
While Sam is making her drink, she looks around the room and sees a tall, well-dressed black man standing by the window taking in the view. He is wearing a black suit that fit him like a glove, a pair of black dress shoes and a white button down dress shirt. She could tell even with the suit that he has a build like an athlete with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he turns around and starts walking towards the bar, she could see that he is very handsome with a shaved head, which suited him well. She watches as he comes closer and notices that he moves with grace like a cat and wore a red patterned silk tie that hung loose from the open collar around his neck. Involuntarily she licks her lips like a hungry person seeing their first meal in days. She could not believe she had not noticed him when she looked around the room before. Other than the bartender and concierge, he is the only other person in the lounge.
The bartender returned with her drink and said, "Here you go Love that will be twelve dollars please." When she didn't respond, the bartender knocked on the top of the bar to get her attention.
"Oh sorry, I was somewhat distracted." she said, took out her credit card and handed it to Sam.
"Yeah, that tall dark drink of water would distract any warm-blooded female. Would you like for me to open a tab for you?"
"Yes that would be great. Do you know who he is?"
"All I know about him is his name. He introduced himself as Jonathan Douglas."
"Okay thanks, Sam"
She took her drink walked towards the sitting area, as she passed him she smiled and said good afternoon. He returned the greeting and continued towards the bar. Glancing over his shoulder, he took note of her great hourglass figure and firm ass. It wasn't one of those typical white girl asses; she has a little junk back there. As he got to the bar, he is thinking to himself that he would like to get some of that.
When Sam comes over to where he is standing, she asks, "What can I get for you, Jon?"
"Let me have another beer and the name of that lovely lady over there."
"You don't recognize her? That's Jennifer Love Hewitt."
"I know the name but never had a face to go with it. I've heard men talk about how pretty she is and now I know why."
"Yeah, she is one of the prettiest actresses in Hollywood. Here is your beer, and good luck."
"Why did you wish me good luck?"
"Let's just say I can hear the wheels turning. My advice is to just go up to her and start talking."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yes it is, I'm betting you want to see her out of that dark red pencil skirt she has on."
"Thanks Sam. By the way what's the bet?"
"I'll bet she has on pantyhose; if I'm right you have to buy me dinner at the Urasawa restaurant. If I'm wrong you get to fuck me until your heart's content."
"Done." Then they shook hands to seal the bet.
As Sam walked away, he turned and leaned up against the bar and watched Jennifer find a place to sit and watch the movie that is playing. He took in the outfit she is wearing, the dark red high waist pencil skirt that ends just above her knees and matching short waist long sleeve jacket. Under the jacket, she has on a black lace blouse that hugs her breasts and body like a second skin. It didn't seem all that cold in the room so he is surprised to see her nipping through the blouse and her bra. She must be wearing a soft cup bra for her nipples to be so pronounced. Her shapely legs are sheathed in a pair of sheer black pantyhose or thigh high stockings with black high heel shoes on her feet. He wants to find out which of the two she has on, pantyhose or thigh highs.
She found a chair positioned so she could see the television and the bar without being too obvious. He is standing by the bar with his elbows resting on the top of it checking her out which she didn't mind because she is checking him out too. The first thing she noticed about him was the color of his eyes, a deep dark chocolate brown. His skin looks smooth and soft like well-tanned leather giving it a glow and color of stained walnut. The straight nose complimented his full lips, which sits above a dimpled chin that is part of what they use to call a lantern jaw. His somewhat thick neck flows into his broad squared shoulders and muscular arms. Even through his suit, she could tell that his wide expanse of a chest narrowed down to a trim waist with six-pack abs. At least she thought they would be that defined. She wants to find out if that is true.
Taking his beer with him, he walks over to the sitting area and finds a seat that's a couple of chairs away from where she is sitting. He looks in her direction and says excuse me, can you tell me what this movie is about.
"Sure, it's about a woman who works as a hotel maid that falls in love with a man running for a seat in the Senate."
"Okay thanks. Ummm... what is your name, you look familiar."
"My name is Jennifer Love Hewitt. Maybe you've seen one of my movies, that's why I look familiar to you. I also have a series on television or maybe you've seen one of my music videos."
"Nice to meet you Ms. Hewitt, my name is Jonathan Douglas but you can call me Jon. No I don't think I have seen any of your movies, sorry."
