black dresses. Maybe I should wear heels? This is ridiculous. He is not even going to be interested in what I am wearing.
***
11:00 p.m. I get myself dressed and ready for my encounter at the Chateau Marmont. As I open the door, I hear my roommate on the phone while walking around the living room. Great. I thought she would be in her own bedroom. If she sees the way I am dressed, then she will know that I am going to see a guy. This little black dress is a little too revealing for everyday party attire.
I sneak a peek down the hall and notice that Deb has her back turned away from me. I quickly grab my purse and keys and run down the hall. As I turn the knob on the front door, I hear Deb whistle, “Oh, it looks like you’re dressed to kill!”
I meekly turn around and say, “Yeah.”
“I hope you get lucky!” she says.
“Yeah, fingers crossed,” I tell her. If she only had any idea!
I take the 405 Freeway up to Santa Monica Boulevard and make my way east to Hollywood and the Chateau Marmont. I usually don’t venture over to this part of LA at night. At every red light, I see prostitutes, bums, winos and teen runaways. I’ve already seen two people get arrested. The scenes only serve to remind me that I am headed to a dark and dangerous rendezvous with a sexy guy whom I don’t really even know.
The Chateau Marmont is one of those places that looms large in the lore of Hollywood. This is a place known for more celebrity scandals, parties and intrigue than just about any other place in town. I look up at the large building and know that the stranger is in there, waiting for me. I pull up to the front of the hotel. The valet takes my vehicle. I step out and walk into the hotel lobby. I have never been inside the Chateau Marmont before. Even though it is midnight, the hotel is abuzz with activity. As I walk past a couple, I notice a famous celebrity out of the corner of my eye. Another couple is making out on one of the sofas. This all feels like a surreal fantasy come to life.
I walk up to the woman behind the reservation desk and nervously say, “Someone left a red envelope for me.”
The woman looks around the desk in front of her and finds a red envelope sitting under a paperweight. She hands me the envelope. “Thanks,” I say as I open the envelope. There is a little piece of paper inside with a message inscribed, “Come to Bungalow 3. The door is open.”
Bungalow 3? I didn’t even know the Chateau Marmont has bungalows. I walk back up to the reservation desk and ask for the location of Bungalow 3. They direct me to the rear of the hotel where several private bungalows are located. I follow their instructions and make my way to the handsome stranger.
I soon find myself standing face to face with Bungalow 3. I walk up to the white door and grab the handle. I slowly turn the handle and open the door. I walk in and I am standing inside a space that reminds me of the humble beach cottages one would find around Venice Beach. There is a flickering golden glow coming from the living room area. I carefully walk inside and find several candles illuminating the bungalow. I walk up to one of the candles and stare at the flame. “Hello?” I call out.
The door to the cottage slams shut. I begin to turn around. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my body. “You are punctual. I like that,” the familiar voice of the stranger says in a deep, sexy tone. He turns me around. I look up and see his penetrating brown eyes staring back at me. He runs his hands down to my ass and gives me a nice squeeze. I want to say something but I’ve lost total control of my lower lip. I am a quivering, helpless mess of a little girl.
I feel the stranger lift his hands under my skirt. He squeezes my ass, digging his fingernails into my flesh. I bite my lower lip. “Nice and tight. Just the way I like it,” he says in a low whisper. The tall,
***
11:00 p.m. I get myself dressed and ready for my encounter at the Chateau Marmont. As I open the door, I hear my roommate on the phone while walking around the living room. Great. I thought she would be in her own bedroom. If she sees the way I am dressed, then she will know that I am going to see a guy. This little black dress is a little too revealing for everyday party attire.
I sneak a peek down the hall and notice that Deb has her back turned away from me. I quickly grab my purse and keys and run down the hall. As I turn the knob on the front door, I hear Deb whistle, “Oh, it looks like you’re dressed to kill!”
I meekly turn around and say, “Yeah.”
“I hope you get lucky!” she says.
“Yeah, fingers crossed,” I tell her. If she only had any idea!
I take the 405 Freeway up to Santa Monica Boulevard and make my way east to Hollywood and the Chateau Marmont. I usually don’t venture over to this part of LA at night. At every red light, I see prostitutes, bums, winos and teen runaways. I’ve already seen two people get arrested. The scenes only serve to remind me that I am headed to a dark and dangerous rendezvous with a sexy guy whom I don’t really even know.
The Chateau Marmont is one of those places that looms large in the lore of Hollywood. This is a place known for more celebrity scandals, parties and intrigue than just about any other place in town. I look up at the large building and know that the stranger is in there, waiting for me. I pull up to the front of the hotel. The valet takes my vehicle. I step out and walk into the hotel lobby. I have never been inside the Chateau Marmont before. Even though it is midnight, the hotel is abuzz with activity. As I walk past a couple, I notice a famous celebrity out of the corner of my eye. Another couple is making out on one of the sofas. This all feels like a surreal fantasy come to life.
I walk up to the woman behind the reservation desk and nervously say, “Someone left a red envelope for me.”
The woman looks around the desk in front of her and finds a red envelope sitting under a paperweight. She hands me the envelope. “Thanks,” I say as I open the envelope. There is a little piece of paper inside with a message inscribed, “Come to Bungalow 3. The door is open.”
Bungalow 3? I didn’t even know the Chateau Marmont has bungalows. I walk back up to the reservation desk and ask for the location of Bungalow 3. They direct me to the rear of the hotel where several private bungalows are located. I follow their instructions and make my way to the handsome stranger.
I soon find myself standing face to face with Bungalow 3. I walk up to the white door and grab the handle. I slowly turn the handle and open the door. I walk in and I am standing inside a space that reminds me of the humble beach cottages one would find around Venice Beach. There is a flickering golden glow coming from the living room area. I carefully walk inside and find several candles illuminating the bungalow. I walk up to one of the candles and stare at the flame. “Hello?” I call out.
The door to the cottage slams shut. I begin to turn around. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my body. “You are punctual. I like that,” the familiar voice of the stranger says in a deep, sexy tone. He turns me around. I look up and see his penetrating brown eyes staring back at me. He runs his hands down to my ass and gives me a nice squeeze. I want to say something but I’ve lost total control of my lower lip. I am a quivering, helpless mess of a little girl.
I feel the stranger lift his hands under my skirt. He squeezes my ass, digging his fingernails into my flesh. I bite my lower lip. “Nice and tight. Just the way I like it,” he says in a low whisper. The tall,
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