Disclaimer: I do not intend for anyone to mistake this as being true and real. It is a fictional story involving fake versions of celebrities all over the age of 18.
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Chapter 4: Resolutions
December 2012
'You got any resolutions for next year?' Jennifer asked, taking a sip from her champagne as the two of us sat in a limousine.
'My life's already perfect,' I said jokingly as I took a sip from my own flute.
Jennifer smiled and rolled her eyes. 'There's always something that can be better,' she said.
'Alright well, you tell me yours,' I said, placing my hand around her shoulders.
'I'm going to try to be more adventurous in the bedroom,' she said seriously, giving me a seductive side glance.
'I think my resolution is going to have to be to fuck you more,' I whispered, kissing her on the lips and lifting my hand up to squeeze her tit through her loose green dress.
'Like right now?' She whispered as our lips parted momentarily.
'You were the one who wanted to be adventurous,' I said softly, kissing her cheek and ear.
Suddenly a voice was heard on the intercom. 'We've arrived at The Plaza,' the driver informed us.
We quickly separated. 'Thank you,' I said as the divider came down. 'How much do I owe you?'
'That's fine sir, the studio will be footing the bill for this,' he said, giving us the go ahead to leave the limo.
'Gotta love dating an actress,' I said as the two of us climbed out of the limo and made our way toward the happening club.
'Would you call what we do dating?' Jennifer questioned as we walked up to the entrance.
'What would you prefer I call what we do? Fucking?' I suggested, half sarcastically.
Jennifer slapped me playfully on the arm. 'Well no that's gross!'
'Well I don't know what else to call it,' I said as we were waved through by the bouncers.
'You can't think of a middle ground between dating and fucking?' Jennifer questioned as we walked through the hallway and past the elevators.
We turned a corner and walked into what seemed to be the busiest club in Hollywood. 'Seeing?' I said.
'I like that, we're seeing each other,' Jennifer said as we stood there and took in the scene before us.
'Well as long as you're happy,' I said.
We went straight up to the bar and were delighted to find that the staff insisted on the two of us not paying. 'Thank you so much!' Jennifer exclaimed as the female bartender handed us our drinks.
'Thank you for Hunger Games!' They replied.
The night went along just about as well as you'd expect, lots of return visits to the bar. Lots of intense and sexualised dancing, sometimes being interrupted by drunken fans who wanted to talk to Jennifer. Eventually though after hours of drinking and dancing, Jennifer leaned close into my ear and whispered; 'Take me to the bathroom and fuck my brains out!'
I did a double take, making sure I'd heard her correctly. She drunkenly nodded, gesturing her finger to follow her as she broke free from the crowd. I grabbed her hand and followed her through the sea of people before eventually stopping at the women's bathroom.
'I want you inside me so fucking badly,' Jennifer slurred, pulling me by my collar into the only free stall.
We didn't bother to lock the door behind us. 'I'm so fucking hard,' I exclaimed, as I turned her around and pulled her dress up, ripping her panties down.
'Put it in me,' she exclaimed as I unzipped my fly, pulling my erect cock out and readying it against her pussy.
I shoved my cock deep into her and she moaned loudly, gripping the back wall of the cubicle as I penetrated her. Just as we were getting into it we heard two vaguely familiar voices from inside the bathroom.
'Look there's a free one,' the male voice called out, he could only have been referring to the cubicle Jennifer and I shared.
'I can't wait to feel you in me,' the female voice exclaimed, I quickly pulled my cock out of Jennifer and attempted to fit it back in my pants.
Jennifer pulled her panties up and turned around, grabbing my arm as we watched Ashton Kutcher pulling up Mila Kunis's dress as she dragged him into our cubicle.
'Hey,' Jennifer said awkwardly, readjusting her dress as Ashton and Mila stopped dead in their tracks.
'Uh...' Ashton slurred, clearly wasted as he and his girlfriend stared us, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
'Well this is awkward,' I said simply.
The four of us burst into laughter, the moment we realised what each of us had just witnessed. After getting acquainted with each other, we decided it must be fate and headed out to the bar together.
'You know, we actually have the penthouse suite booked,' Ashton exclaimed over the music.
'In The Plaza?' Jennifer questioned as we pushed past the hordes of drunken dancers.
'Yeah, right upstairs, it's fully stocked!' Mila exclaimed.
'Awesome!' I called out.
'You guys wanna come?' Ashton asked.
Jennifer and I looked at each other. 'Yes!'
We made it out and to the elevator without much trouble. 'So why'd you book the penthouse?' I asked, I knew it was a huge space, usually saved for huge parties.
'Well we booked it months ago with a bunch of couple friends of ours,' Ashton started to explain.
'But, everyone kept dropping out, filming schedules, family duties... but we'd already paid for it so we just thought, fuck it,' Mila said, smiling and gripping Ashton's arm.
'Well we've got a party now,' Jennifer said, as the elevator finally popped us off on the top floor.
'We're party animals,' I said dryly, causing the group to chuckle as we stepped out the elevator and into the tiny hallway that lead to the penthouse suite.
As soon as we made it into the room Mila and Ashton went into drunken host mode, with Mila rushing to her iPod dock to put on some tunes and Ashton heading right to the bar.
'This is really great,' Jennifer exclaimed, clearly drunk as she wandered over to Mila.
'Need any help?' I said as I headed to Ashton, who was juggling four glasses and two bottles.
'If you don't mind,' Ashton said as I approached.
Suddenly the suite filled up with both music and the sounds of Mila and Jennifer laughing as they began dancing together.
'You know,' I said, half watching the girls while I helped Ashton with the drinks. 'Jennifer makes a pretty damn good cocktail.'
'I'm not really half bad myself,' Ashton said confidently as he placed in front of me a nice looking glass of liquor.
'I'll be the judge of that,' I said, taking a sip.
Ashton looked at me apprehensively. 'That's pretty damn good,' I said.
'Perfect,' he said, as the two of us carried two glasses each toward the dancing females.
They seemed appreciative to receive their alcohol, our respective partners each kissing us in thanks. 'No problem,' we each said as Mila and Jennifer went right back to dancing.
'Come out to the balcony Des,' Ashton said, gesturing toward the balcony right near us.
'Alright,' I said, following him through the glass door, my drink in hand.
We watched the two women dancing together a while, switching between different styles of dance as the music changed. Ashton and I just leaned against the railing, watching them through glass, sipping our drinks and talking about life.
'How long have you been with Jennifer?' Ashton asked eventually, grabbing the bottle he'd brought out with us and refilling our glasses for the umpteenth time.
'We've been seeing each other for the past month,' I said, making sure to use the terms we previously agreed on.
'I've known Mila for about half my life,' Ashton said.
'Wow,' I said, not quite sure what else to say.
'They look like they're getting along,' he said suddenly, as we watched the two mock slow dance.
'Yeah, two peas,' I said, sipping my glass.
'Mila's been talking lately, about her New Year's Resolution... wanting to spice things up in the bedroom,' Ashton said, he was clearly very drunk at this point.