Based on a true story.
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One night during a party I was invited to, I set out to seduce a tall, dark, handsome young man named James who's a screenwriter and owns a production company. I did some intern work for him as a production assistant on his independent movie. Who I ended up seducing instead that night was even better and yielded more pleasure than James could have ever hoped to give me.
I took a cab to the mansion and arrived around 9 p.m. After I handed the driver my fare, I walked up the winding driveway to the front of the house. As soon as I walked inside, the front parlor was buzzing with activity. Sexy downtempo music was playing in the background. People were dressed in their most stylish outfits, schmoozing and socializing with the "who's who" of the local film community. A lavish spread of h'or dourves was set up on the table. I was ravenously hungry and helped myself to some. While making some pleasantries to different people I recognized, I looked around for James.
I wore the sexiest outfit I could find that was appropriate for the occasion, but it was still tasteful enough that whoever saw me in it could only imagine was lurking underneath. I wore a deep blue-green blouse with long sleeves and a v-neck that showed off just a hint of cleavage and complemented the color of my tanned skin.
I wore a tight black pencil skirt that hugged my curves, showing off my ass and long legs. I also wore my nicest, strappiest pair of heels. My jet black hair was done up simply, nothing too fancy, and I wore just enough makeup to still look natural. I thought I looked fabulous and since I knew James had never seen me dressed up before, perhaps I would make enough of an impression on him that he would take me to bed that evening. I even brought some condoms with me in my purse, just in case.
I finally spotted James in the living room talking to a group of people. He wore a charcoal gray jacket, a black turtleneck, and matching gray slacks. He looked like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ Magazine with his model looks, elegant bearing, and cool, unflappable exterior. As soon as one of his friends was finished talking to him, I went up to him and tried to start a conversation.
"Hi, James," I said with a smile.
"Oh, hi," he responded nonchalantly, glancing at my outfit. "You look very nice."
"Thank you, so do you," I said, blushing.
"Thank you. Will you excuse me, please?"
He started to walk off.
"Okay..." I thought, puzzled. "What was up with that?"
For weeks James had baffled me. At one point I thought he was gay, but I was told by Linda, the makeup artist, that he wasn't. She told me she has never seen him with the same girl at any given time and that she came to the conclusion he wasn't currently looking for a relationship. It figures.
I had tried to make conversation with him several times on set during filming breaks, but he was either preoccupied with some task, or he didn't say very much. He was one of those "strong, silent types" who sat and observed rather than participated, unless it came to his film, of course, where he was the boss and ran a tight, efficient ship on set, overseeing the director, cast, and crew. He was a mystery to me and that's what attracted me to him in the first place.
Throughout the course of the night, I tried to subtly follow him and catch his eye any way I could. I did notice James glancing my way here and there, which he always did, even when we were working together on set. To my dismay, I saw that he already had a date, an annoying, garden-variety, typical Vegas blonde bimbo who was all over him. That disappointed me and squashed any hopes I had of getting laid that night. I did give him my business card and told him if he ever needed help on his next production to give me a call. That was the best I could hope for in my hopeless circumstances.
Sitting on a stool by the breakfast bar was a nebbishy, soft-spoken, older man named Peter. I had first met him at a mixer on the Strip one night where we struck up a conversation. I thought he was kind of cute in this nerdy professor way. He wasn't as good-looking as James, but he always had a kind word for everyone on the set. He was currently unemployed, but he did work as an actor on the side. This was his second film for James he had acted in, even though it was a non-speaking role.
He had light brown hair, hazel eyes, wore glasses, a purple argyle sweater vest, a lavender shirt, black pants, and loafers. I spotted him and he waved to me, motioning for me to come over to sit down next to him.
"Hi, Kara!" he said, smiling broadly. "How are you tonight?"
"I'm good," I said.
"You look very pretty."
"Thank you. How are you enjoying the party?"
"It's very nice. We filmed here, you know."
"Yes, I remember. Too bad I missed out on that shoot. This place is sick!"
"Have you explored the rest of the house yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"You should see it. I did when we were here. There's all these bedrooms, a huge bathroom, big walk-in closets, an office, a massive garage, a basement, it's incredible."
"A basement too? Wow!"
I looked off to the side at the patio area and saw there was a beautiful reflecting pool with candles lit all around it. People sat on plush, white leather sofas and chairs, chilling and having a good time. I turned back to Peter and listened to him talk for a while. Even though he had a tendency to talk a little too much, and I knew he was married because of the ring on his finger, he started to become very attractive to me, especially now since I failed to get James to notice me. Peter was the next best thing, in my mind. I always had a fetish for older men anyway and he seemed so prim and proper. I knew enough by this point in my life never to judge a book by its cover and that Peter had a hidden naughty side underneath that intellectual exterior.
"I'm going to get something to drink," I said. "Do you want anything?"
"Oh, no, no," he said, shaking his head vehemently. "I don't drink."
"Really? That's too bad," I said, a hint of seductiveness in my voice. "I'll be back."
I went through the kitchen to pour myself a cup of booze, but to my annoyance, most of the liquor bottles had been consumed already. I ended up making an impromptu White Russian out of some Smirnoff that was left over and Kahlua. I returned to talk to Peter, sipping on my drink.
James came up to the front of the room to make a speech and to show off the trailer for the film. Everyone congratulated, cheered, praised, and applauded themselves for all the hard work that went into production. Shortly after the presentation was done, Linda came over to give me a hug and poured champagne for those of us nearby to celebrate. She was drunk as a skunk, but I was more than happy to oblige of the champagne, since the White Russian I was drinking was a little too strong for me.
"Did you see me in the trailer?" he asked me. "It was a really quick shot, though."
"No, I didn't. Which scene was it?"
"It was the scene where I get shot and killed."
"Awesome! Too bad I missed it."
I took a sip of champagne and wondered if he liked me or was attracted to me in any way. Since he didn't drink and I couldn't very well get him drunk, I thought I should use my powers of persuasion to get him to fall into temptation.
"Why don't we explore the rest of the house? You could show me around," I suggested.
He nodded. "Alright. Let's go."
We walked through the courtyard into the other part of the house where the other bedrooms and the bathroom was. The bathroom was absolutely sumptuous with a huge jacuzzi Roman tub and shower.
"Check out this bathroom!" I said, walking into the shower, marveling at how huge it was. "Pretty sexy, huh?"
He followed me inside. "Party of six?" he teased. "Yeah, you could easily fit that many people in here."
I arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Yeah, you could. I think it's amazing, although this house would be a little too much for me."
"Yeah, it would for me too," he said as we stepped back out of the shower. "We can only dream about having a house like this someday, right?"
"Well, you never know," I said wistfully. "Some dreams come true."
We walked through some other bedrooms, occasionally saying hello to other people who were wandering around the rooms as well. We climbed up the stairs to the master bedroom, which had a huge balcony that had a breathtaking view of the Strip. The lights of all the casinos glittered brightly like fabulous jewels of all kinds of different colors in the darkness.
"Wow!" I exclaimed in amazement. "Look at how beautiful the view is from up here!"
He nodded. "It is incredible."
We sat down on a couch for a few moments, chatting and looking out at the view. I still wasn't sure if he was feeling me yet.
"I wish I brought a coat. I didn't think it would be this chilly, but it is October now. It's not 110 degrees anymore." I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. "Do you want to go back inside the bedroom where we can have some more privacy so we can talk?"
He hesitated for a moment. "Sure...okay. I do agree, it's a little chilly out here. Plus, I don't want you to catch your death of cold."
