Keeping it Legal
May 1, 2008
I love how often the self righteous, artistic ones are always end up being the douchiest and the perviest.
The backstory:
Several
years ago, while dating a high profile, fiery actress, he was on
location shooting a movie and found himself one night at a local bar. A
young hot thing approached, they flirted, they made the call, and pretty
soon she was telling her friends she was heading home with the star,
protected by both his bodyguards and a personal driver.
So they
get back to his place, start making out, she services him with her
mouth, and tries to get him to return the favour, at which point he
balks and then, no longer blinded by arousal, finally gets around to
asking her:
"Are you really 19?"
Well of course she
wasn’t 19. She was actually only 16. And when her guilty face confirmed
it for him, he quickly called her a cab and sent her home, not offering
to pay for her cab. He did however offer to pay for the silence.
His
security detail and the chauffeur, all of whom were witnesses to his
tryst with the teen, were compensated handsomely for their discretion.
They were so trustworthy that he wanted to use their services again when
he returned to town for a new project recently. Unfortunately the same
team wasn’t entirely intact.
So instead, now single, he went to
great lengths to secure a very capable staff to make sure he didn’t find
himself in the kind of icky underage situation as last time. Was like
having a personal assistant for the express purpose of getting him head
and occasionally laid. Only he was strict about wanting it from “real”
girls and not from professionals. Every few days or so, his people had
to scour the city looking a girl he could spend a short time with.
They’d all start off at a group dinner, and by the end of the night,
he’d end up sated at place. A few girls were lucky enough for repeats
but effort on his part was never forthcoming.
Still… at the very least… he kept it legal.
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