Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written for my friend Extreme01. He chose the celeb and came up with the story themes and ideas. This is a comedy partly inspired by various stories of L.A. rock bands.
This series is connected to another one I write called Britney Gone Wild. The same characters show up there, if you want to follow along with Britney's dirty adventures happening at the same time as Bella's journey.
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Los Angeles, California
Rays of sunlight cast down across the white metal paint on the cars outside, blinding anyone within walking distance. A day like this made it all too easy to decide on going out with a pair of sunglasses to cover the eyes. No need for a jacket or pants since the L.A. heat washed away any morning breeze by this time in the afternoon. The weather didn't stop one man from stepping out into the public eye with a white trench coat to make him sweat if his long black hair didn't do the job. The gold frames of his large sunglasses were bright enough to make any strangers glance away from his face. His long black hair was split down the middle, flowing over his shoulders and matching the large mustache on his face. Below the trench coat was a subtle hint of black leather pants matching his shoes. This choice wouldn't make it easier to avoid the heat of the day.
Anywhere Charlie Jade went in town, he took it upon himself to make his appearance visible like this. Born Carlito Fernandez, all his friends called him Charlie before it was printed in local papers and on fliers. The twenty-six year old man left behind the quiet nature of small town living in Eagle Pass, Texas to travel to California following a dream. He didn't arrive alone. A shared vision with his childhood best friend led the two American-born Mexican men to Hollywood to try and make something with their lives. Martin wasn't around to see the latest stunt Charlie was pulling in public today. The men arrived in California two years ago. They had relative success early on with a session player who served as their third man to complete a rock band trio. Charlie played bass and did vocals while Martin was the single guitarist of the group. Like his friend, he preferred people to call him by a nickname, hence Marty.
The position of drummer had become a revolving door in the band that went through several names. Charlie and Martin could never find a drummer who wanted to stick around beyond seeing the band as a single job. When they first arrived in Los Angeles, the men were discovered at a local club by an A&R agent with Capitol Records. Back then the band went by a different name as the Charlie and Marty Show. It would become the Fernandez Trio when they found a drummer. Five months spent performing in clubs led them to change the name to the Jade Void Trio. The name was given to them by their manager out of a coincidence of Charlie switching to a green colored Rickenbacker bass. The name fit, leading Marty to swap out his Gibson SG for a Fender Telecaster with the same green color. Jade Void couldn't keep a drummer in the band to sign on a record deal for three men. Marty found an agent to work a contract for them as a duo with production credits for a drum machine in studio.
Charlie didn't care. He was a rock star now, and that was the only thing that mattered in his life. The record deal was on a short contract for two albums. The first one had a budget for two hundred thousand dollars. Along with Marty, they learned how to program drum machines with the help of an engineer in the studio. He had many reasons to feel like he was going somewhere in life with his small band. Two albums were planned, and they had weekly gigs at a bar across town. It was almost funny to him how the two men found success so fast in Hollywood after growing up and hearing horror stories of all the people who didn't make it. Behind the bright lights of every star in the city was a dozen who crashed down to earth, failing to become famous. So far, Charlie felt optimistic going forward. The band only had the problem of the many drummers they went through while gaining a reputation in the local scene as a loud, blistering hard rock band.
There was another reason for him to feel so proud of having a small level of fame. One that would soon make itself public within the next thirty minutes or sooner. Charlie had become famous in the realms of social media online thanks to his girlfriend. Marty joked that she was more well known than they would ever be. Charlie found it difficult to be mad at that statement since he was getting laid and his friend wasn't. Dating a celebrity made Charlie believe he was destined for greater highs of success. Life couldn't be any better right now, hence the reason to go out in public with the goal of embarrassing someone. Charlie smiled when he caught his target walking closer on the sidewalk. Someone informed him that Vincent White made a walk every Wednesday around the block. The older man was the one musician who stuck out in a band that rivaled Jade Void at a venue directly across the street from the place Charlie played on weeknights.
Tall, skinny, and with obviously dyed orange hair. With no hair on his face and pale white skin, Vincent already had the appearance of a living vampire. His choice of a black outfit with pants and a T-shirt went over the line. Charlie heard stories about how Vincent was one of the many musicians in L.A. trying to get somewhere only to wind up with bad luck. Rumors across town said he was from the east coast. Some people thought he was a former guitarist of a glam metal band. Others believed he was just another washed up guy who failed to become a rock star. His band went by the name of Stitched Cat. They started as a cover band and gradually became a goth themed hard rock band. Charlie felt their music was outdated. The clock had stopped in the mid-nineties for these guys. Marty saw them as competition, so Charlie hatched a plan to prank their one star and hopefully embarrass him online. As Vincent approached, Charlie raised his sunglasses and greeted the man.
"Are you Vincent White?"
The man stopped and nodded.
"Yeah, that's me. Who are you?"
Charlie pushed his sunglasses into the outside pocket on the right side of his jacket.
"I'm Charlie Jade. The next big star in this town."
Vincent raised an eyebrow and then smiled.
"Oh, I know you. I saw your band last month. You guys play hard and fast."
Ignoring his praise, Charlie answered with a question.
"Would you like a beer?"
"Uhhh, sure."
The younger man pulled his trench coat apart with both hands, revealing a row of three blue cans of Bud Light on each side and a bright yellow Stryper shirt covering his chest. Vincent looked confused to learn the trench coat was used to hide beer in public. Charlie grabbed one can from the left side and tossed it in the air for the other man to catch. Vincent nearly fumbled it after catching the can. Charlie reached for another one before closing his trench coat. He popped the top and raised it to his lips, staring at Vincent as he took a large gulp of the beverage. The older man had a confused look on his face, as if he was trying to understand the point of this meeting. Charlie raised the can to his lips again, downing the rest of it within seconds. He wiped his lips and smashed the empty can while holding it in the air. That was his silent gesture for a black Mercedes Benz G-Wagon to pull up and honk the horn.
"That's my ride! It was good meeting you, Vincent. I'll be seeing you around!"
The vehicle pulled up to the sidewalk. Vincent turned his head to see the back passenger door on the right side. He could make out the view of a woman with messy red hair and pale skin. She rolled the window down, looking at him as she took off her bra and flashed her tits while sticking her tongue out. What the man didn't see was another person in the front passenger side holding a phone to the window and recording this interaction. Charlie rushed around the car to open the back door on the left side. He climbed in, slamming the door behind him while his girlfriend held her breasts out the window and both middle fingers. Vincent could see the smeared lipstick on her ivory skin that read 'UR BAND SUCKS' across her tits. Laughter filled the car with a few gasps.
"He opened the drink! Oh my god, he's drinking it! Let's get outta here!"
Charlie sat back, laughing hard as the girl moved away from the window. The driver chuckled at the words spoken from the young man sitting next to him up front. He floored the gas, speeding off from the street while everyone laughed.
"That mother fucker don't know how lucky he is! How many people in this town can say they got flashed by Bella Thorne?"
Smirking to himself, Charlie replied.
"He's too old to know who she is."
Everyone in the car erupted in laughter except the driver. Charlie was satisfied with himself by playing a prank on the competition. The beer cans were filled with water. His one regret was not seeing the look on Vincent's face when he took a sip. Bella turned to Charlie, exposing her big, perky breasts to him. She was sitting in the back of the car wearing only a pair of red panties. Her pink bra was on the floorboard below with a gold tube of red lipstick she used to paint her skin.
"You can take the jacket off. I imagine you're sweating to death under that thing."
"No, you're the one making me sweat, baby! Trust me!"
As she giggled, Bella pulled the jacket from his arms. Her eyes glanced below to see the outline of his cock beginning to erect in the front of his pants. She suggested the leather pants for the sole reason that they revealed everything up front. Bella lowered her right hand, pressing her palm against his bulge as she leaned over and breathed in his face. A strong scent of raspberry perfume mixed with the musky stench of cannabis filled his nostrils. Charlie guessed that Bella smoked a joint before getting in the car. That made him regret not lighting one for himself before he went out on his street walk. Her lips pressed against his for a soft kiss. After pulling away, Bella turned her head and called out.
"Hey Rico, did you film the whole thing?"
"Yeah! Wait 'till you see the look on his face while he was staring at your tits."
