(A Dylan James Adventure)
This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For the Road" series. Please check all his adventures out – but they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Chapter 2 - Alexandria
He had gotten off work late after working on a commercial all day. He had promised Vivian, an ex-lover of his that he would drop by her new gallery and celebrate its opening. As he got in his truck, he almost went home instead. He was beat, but he had promised so he headed south toward Jefferson Blvd. The last few days were a blur; leaving LA after an intense semi-public fuck session with the girl Emily, then helping his mother move into a new home, next shagging that college girl outside the bar in Valdosta, and returning to LA and a long night of four way sex with Emily and her roommates. It had ended with him taking Janice, the Asian girl, up the ass on her dining room table. It had been quite the night! (See Chapter 1, this story)
As he drove south the neighborhood started to become a much rougher part of LA. It was full of warehouses that were empty or closed by 5 PM, and the little neighborhoods that surrounded them were prime gang territory. But they were also filled with good people who just wanted to live in peace so there was always a tension about this part of town.
Vivian was what had become known as an urban pioneer, someone who would move into a really rough area and start a new business. Hopefully, her drive and hard work would attract other businesses to the area and slowly the neighborhood would turn from rough to livable. Her art gallery was going to be the only business that was open at night in this area so there was some worry on her friends' part, but if anyone could make it happen she could.
It was about 10 when he found the small warehouse building on Jefferson that housed her gallery. There was a crowd of young wannabes outside smoking and he could hear a loud rock band thundering even as he parked his truck. He walked up to the open doorway and went inside. It was a large industrial space with a high ceiling. Everything was painted white and there had been a loft put in to form a second level. The base of the loft was the wall that separated the back part of the space from the front part. The band was packed in tight to that back wall and they were pounding away at some original tune.
Dylan looked around for Viv, slowly working his way through the crowd. He found her in the back room at a makeshift bar pouring drinks for her guests and collecting money. She saw him as she handed a drink to a young guy and almost dropped the drink all over the poor guy.
"DYLAN!" she screamed. She ran around the bar and jumped into his arms giving him a big hug. "I am so glad that you made it. Thanks for coming." Then she gave him a really big kiss. "Hey, I am working my ass off here, so grab a drink and mingle. I will find you in a little bit." She handed him a Dos Equas Amber and got back behind the bar. He found an opener and popped the top. He began to move around and through people exploring her new space. In the back there was a bathroom with a shower, if someone wanted to live here, a back door that opened up on to a long service hallway that ran the length of the building and the stairs that led up to the loft. Going upstairs, he found it to be a small area with a balcony that looked out over the front room. There was carpet on the floor and a couple of benches pushed up against the back wall, but otherwise, it was pretty unfinished.
Wandering down again, he made it out to the main room and looked at the photographs and painting on the walls. Some were very good and others just so-so, but he was really no expert on art. He had to admire Viv for trying to open this business in this neighborhood. He knew it would be tough.
Finally, he began to notice the crowd. Most of them were much younger than him, the 20 something crowd. A very casual but hip LA crowd was the crowd that Viv ran in. Artists and actors and writers and anyone that thought they might want to do the art thing. They were pretty, young, had money, and time. He was almost envious. He tried to listen to the band, but they were just too loud for the space. They were cranked up almost as loud as the Rolling Stones and in this concert floor, bare wall environment, it was deafening.
He started to make his way back toward the bar and get another drink. The girls in the room by and large were very pretty. Tight jeans, heels, short skirts, lots of skin showing. A typical LA crowd. There were many girls to check out, but no one had made a really strong impression yet. Although as he moved through the room many a woman's head turned to stare as he passed. As he got to the bar, he noticed that Viv was serving a woman in a summery print frock. It was pretty short and she had great legs. She had on a really cute pair of Jimmy Choo sandals and bronze colored toe-nail polish. He was noticing her legs and shoes when she turned and caught him checking her out.
"See anything you like?" she asked sarcastically.
Chuckling and slightly embarrassed, Dylan responded, "Great shoes."
"Yeah you too," she said without looking down at his.
"Seriously, you have great legs, but those are really great Jimmy Choo's."
"You know women's shoes?"
"Sure, it's what makes me the successful ladies man that I am today," he smirked. She gave him a look like he had just killed any chance with her and walked away.
He laughed and forgot about it. He got another drink from Viv and chatted with her for about 20 minutes until the bar got too crazy for her to talk. Wanting to get some air but avoid the crowd in the front room, he ducked out the back door and walked down the long hall toward the alley. Outside he found a group of about 8 to 10 people crowded around the entrance sharing a couple of joints, and one of them was Ms. Jim Choo Shoes. He nodded at her and she gave him a quick smile and went back to her conversation. He leaned up against the wall and slipped his beer and listened to everyone talking. Someone eventually passed him a joint and he took a couple of hits, and passed it back. The joint came around couple of more times and he took a couple of hits each time. Suddenly, he realized that he was pretty stoned. Time seemed to stand still for a while as his mind drifted. Flashing back to reality, he realized that almost everyone else had gone back inside except for him, Ms. Shoes and another guy, who was trying to chat her up; when the guy finally got the message that the conversation was going nowhere, he when back
inside.
There was a big pause then Ms. Shoes turned to Dylan. "So didn't find anyone else's shoes to admire?"
"I really wasn't paying attention," he answered.
"So how do you know Viv?"
"We dated a couple of years ago. How about you?"
"My husband is the bass player."
"So why aren't you inside jamming away with the band?
"Because they are so loud, and I have heard every song a thousand times. What do you?"
He gave her the stuntman spiel and it turned out she was an actress, and they even knew some of the same people. Her name was Alexandria and she was having some success as an actress. Her husband and she had been married already 10 years having met in high school. No kids, a lot of love, but it got boring sometimes. They talked for about 20 minutes, and Dylan was admiring her beauty and confidence the entire time. She was about 5'7" with short dark hair. As stated earlier, her legs were great and she looked super sexy in her little floral print frock. She was very slim, but she seemed to have a decent pair of breasts. But it was her energy and confidence that was turning him on in a major way. She was smiling and laughing at his jokes, and they traded stories about the stupid people in the business that they both knew. He thought about suggesting they go around the corner to the little liquor store and get a bottle of something to share, but about that time her husband came through door looking for her. He met the husband and they all talked for a few more minutes, and then they went inside. Dylan could not honestly say that he wasn't disappointed. She was hot, and she had gotten him going in a big way. His cock was halfway down his leg.