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Welcome to Hollywood, California; Amy.

At least, that's what I heard the district tell me, as I got off the bus hold my bags tightly. I wasn't quite sure of what to expect really, as I lived my entire life sheltered in a small town in Texas. I would often read romanticized novels about the big city life, so I did what I could to leave my neighborhood.

A friend of mine, back four years ago, did something similar and I gave her a call recently. Her name was Rachel. Although she was slightly older than I, about four years of difference, we both kept in touch and she offered me to stay at her place for a few weeks, at the very least. There was no real time limit, but I knew that I couldn't stay there forever. Besides, one of the main reasons as to my arrival here was to gain some independance.

Rachel warned me though, as to be wary around these parts. The city was essentially paved on broken hearts and dreams and there would be devious schemers awaiting an opportunity. I could see already the business of the city, what will all the people pushing and shoving to get to their own destination. I couldn't help but feel a little saddened, over how the homeless were begging for cash and seeing a man preaching out of his book, hoping to convert someone to whatever cult he was part in.

I looked over my watch and saw it was 7:04 PM. Rachel would be here in about six minutes. And so I sat and waited for her, ignoring the stares and catwhistles as people would glance at me as they walked away. People often said that I had a luscious figure and it didn't help that I was wearing a tight white tank top, with big letters saying "Kiss this". But I felt obliged to wear such an outfit. After all, my previous conservative dresses would have made me stick out like a sore thumb, or at least that's what Rachel said.

Luckily, I heard the incoming sound of speeding car, which stopped perfectly in front of my view. It was this clean Pontiac Sunfire, to which I saw a familiar figure coming out. It was 23 year old Rachel, who proceeded to give me a hug.

"Amy! I'm so glad to see that you're here!" She said, moving out of the sisterly embrace.

"Thanks for everything!" I replied, thankfully as she motioned me inside of her car. As we got in, the deafening sounds of her stereo pierced my ears. I made no complaint about it, obviously.

"So..." she said, looking over the back and waving off an incoming car. "We can drop off my place in a bit. I know that you're probably tired but there's this real nice party starting at eight. It would be a perfect opportunity for you to meet some new people around the city, maybe make some connections."

"Well, that does sound pretty nice." I then stated. I would be great to know more individuals who could tell me about this place, or help me get my life on track. "Count me in!"

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Alexander was looking forward to getting out of the house tonight. As much as he loved Adella and the kids, he needed some time for himself. Alexander was a very well off man, living in the northern suburbs of Los Angeles, among the wealthy members of the entertainment and technology industries; away from the smog, blight, and chaos that was Los Angeles proper. His house was an opulent multimillion dollar dwelling, with a 3 car garage and 2 stories, tucking in a gated community. Himself, his wife, thier eldest daughter and thier only son each owned a car, with his two other daughters clamoring for cars as well. Alexander had the money to indulge them, once they turned 16, of course. He had a cabin (more like a faux-log mansion) near Mammoth in central/eastern California, and a plane to whisk him and his family there any time he liked. His retirement was looking real good: currently, his plans were to retire as soon as he 50, then live out his golden years in style. Yet he was not happy.

Something was missing in Alexander's life. Something Adella once gave him, but now had seemed to dry up. Whatever it was, it made Alexander depressed. He found he liked being at work far better than he liked being at home. Once work ended, his day turned sour, and he could hardly wait for bedtime so he could hurry up and start a new day. When it didn't come fast enough, then he liked to get out and cruise. Perhaps tonight, he could head down to the beach take a stroll for a while. It would help ease his mind a little bit and loosen him up for bedtime.

The party was getting pretty out of hand, I had to say. Rather than making connections, it was filled with people overdrinking alcohol, or already drunk by their own success. It would seem that meeting new people, the right kind of people, was rather impossible for a new girl like myself. Although, I shouldn't get depressed. It's my first day, after all.

I took a step outside in order to free myself from all the cigarette smoke and over the beach, I saw a man walking around. I couldn't recall seeing him at the party but then again, I didn't really meet anybody as of yet.

"Hey!" I say, walking to him. "The party's in there, what are you doing out here by yourself?" My long dark blond hair was pushed towards my face, so I had to use my left hand to move it out, just so I could get a proper view of my surroundings.

Feeling the need to introduce myself, I went ahead and took the first step. "I'm Amy, who might you be?" I then asked.

Alexander didn't know how long he'd been on the beach. In one of the houses on the bluffs overlooking shore, there was a wild party going on - college kids living up the sweet life, Beverly Hills 90210 style. It was a typical summer's evening. Suddenly someone hailed him.

A girl, not much older than his eldest daughter was walking towards him. Even in the dim light spilling from the beach house, Alexander could see she was built similar to his own daughter. The girl had a very curvacious build and very large breasts that seemed to bulge out of her tight white tanktop with its suggestive message. She looked like so many other Cali high school seniors and college girls. Still, her boldness surprised him.

"My name's Alexander," Alexander said automatically, trying to be polite. "Parties aren't exactly my thing. I was just enjoying the evening." He hesitated. How late exactly was it?

I wasn't sure, but I think he wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize. Something was most definately on his mind, though I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Still, it wasn't any of my business and I was the type of girl that knows when to stop asking questions.

"Nice to meet you Alexander." I said, the wind still pushing my hair in all sorts of directions. I used my hand to minimize it's effections as I continued to speak "Well if you change your mind, the party is right over there. It's open to pretty much everybody."

I walked off to the house, saying "See you!".

Fifteen minutes later, the party was still in the same state as it's been for the whole night. It would seem that nobody in the household was even getting tired. Not to mention, with the kind of noise we were making, I was surprised that no one had bothered to call the cops. This kind of attitude wouldn't have been nearly allowed at my home town.

I had to admit, I was getting a little homesick. I was masquerading as someone who really is from Hollywood but deep down, I felt that this wasn't exactly my kind of scene. Perhaps it was an aquired taste?

Alexander knew he should probably head on home now, but something made him stay by the house on the beach. It wasn't because he wanted in on the party - he was old enough to be the father of most of the party-goers. Perhaps it was because he felt sorry for the girl in the tanktop with the large boobs. Sure she looked outwardly sprite and chipper, but there was something about her that seemed to indicate she was a bit out of her element. Or maybe she was just drunk. Either way, Alexander took pity on her. Perhaps he should remain at hand, in case she needed a ride home because she or her friends were too intoxicated to drive. Then again, perhaps he would be considered creepy - what sort of random stranger would wait outside a teen drinking party to give rides to a female party-goer? But his heart won out. He couldn't leave the poor girl to stumble home in the darkness if she wanted to leave the party early, nor did he want to feel like he let her drive into a tree. He went and sat in his car, facing the direction of the house where he had a clear view of the comings and goings of its occupants.

Okay, this party was getting ridiculous. It was almost as if everyone involved had livers made out of titanium or something of the like, judging by how much alcohol they were getting from it. My best friend, Rachel, was taking jello shots with countless guys, circling around her like vultures. I tried to get her out, though she wasn't listening. I was sure she knew what she was doing, but I did not want to do the same as her. At least, not now.

That said, I left from the front door. It was late, but my home wasn't that far off... Still, I did not know what to expect from this place. Close by, I could have sworn that I saw someone sitting inside of their car. It was Alexander, the man I've met earlier before. Maybe he could give me a ride? It seemed strange to ask, but I could hardly see anything ten feet in front of me.

And so, I walked to his vehicle and luckily, his window was already rolled up.

"Hey Alex? I know this is a strange question to ask you but, do you think you could give me a ride home?" I said, bitting my lower lip as I anticipated that he would say no. "I mean, I would ask someone else but let's just say that they're not up to it."

Alexander was just getting settled into his vigil after deciding he could pull off not sounding creepy when the cute girl bounded up to him and asked him for a ride.

That was fast, he thought. Now he didn't have to worry about looking like a creeper.

"Sure thing," Alexander smiled as he unlocked the passenger side door to his car. "You're Amy, right? Where abouts do you live?"

I was thankful to see that he wasn't going to refuse helping me out. Maybe Hollywood wasn't filled with jerks and party freaks. "Oh thank you so much!" I said gladly, getting into the passerger seat. "I live in 3rd Street. My place is about ten minutes away from here. It's this red house that sticks out like a sore thumb." Truth to be told, I didn't even know my own address, but merely knew where I lived by photographic memory. I haven't even had time to properly settle it.

Alexander smiled at the girl, though he couldn't help but notice her heaving cleavage threatening to burst out of her tank top. In the back of his mind, he wished she lived farther away than ten minutes. Sure he was a married man, but he could enjoy the company of a beautiful woman, couldn't he?

"Know the address?" he asked, as he started the car. "It is dark, and I'm not sure if I'd be able to see a red house." He did have a point. All the shade trees cast deep shadows, making all the houses appear dark in color. Unless it was a drastic difference like dark from light, he couldn't tell the difference from one house to another.

"Well..." I then said, slightly bitting my lower lip once again. "I just moved in here today and hardly stayed at my place for ten minutes. I haven't really had the opportunity to even learn my address."

As I spoke, I seriously hoped that he wasn't going to be frustrated. Once again, I had no idea of what to expect from this place or the people who inhabited it. I was fairly certain most of houses had good lighting. Maybe mine would be visible?

Alexander was surprised. The poor girl was like a fish out of water in this town. Then again, she was fortunate she'd only ended up in Hollywood, not LA, where she'd really be lost.

"Wow, your first night, huh? What brings you out here, Amy?"

I was surprised to see that maybe he actually cared about my background. Though, I hadn't taken the time to consider that perhaps he was simply attracted to me, not to mention with this seatbelt on between my breasts, I was giving out an ample amount of cleavage. Still, no matter what, I was always willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

"I came over here in Hollywood to move in with one of my friends. Truth is, my arrival here was simply because I hated living in my small home town." I said, hoping that I wasn't getting too personal with him, as I shared my story. "It was always so redundant. I always spoke to the same people, went to the same places...There was never anything spectacular or new. I suppose that I'm sounded silly."

"Well, you've come to the right place," Alexander said with a chuckle. "In this town, we try to keep things like a small town; but when we want spectacular and new things, we just hop on the freeway and shoot on down to LA. Wouldn't want to live there, though. It's dirty and scruffy, especially South/Central and East LA." He paused a bit. "But then what are your plans once you're here? Are you attending school? Interested in acting?"

"LA huh?" I thought to myself, thinking of just how different it might be from where I am at this moment. "My plans...? I'm not too sure to be honest." I then added, looking out of the window, enjoying the view of numerous lights outside. It seemed all so new and spectacular to me already. "I'm not attending school at the moment. But acting..." I then said, thinking about how glamourous it might be. "Acting sounds pretty interesting."

The word "acting" caught Alexander's attention. While he was only giving Amy a ride out of the kindness of his heart, the agent in him suddenly sprang into life. Amy seemed like a nice girl, and Alexander really felt the need to want to help her.

"You know, I could help you," Alexander said, reaching for his shirt, half expecting to find the pocket filled with business cards he usually had. Unfortunately, he was only wearing a polo shirt. "I am an agent. A minor one at that, but all actors start out small. I could help you get started in acting if you like."

"Really?!" I said, gleefully. This might be my big chance to actually find something to make me special in this city. Now, if Rachel was with me, she would be pretty skeptical about this whole ordeal but I saw something in Alexander and knew that he wasn't just pulling my leg, so to speak.

"That would be fantastic Alex. Thank you so much!" I then added with a smile.

Alexander smiled and gently put his hand on Amy's shoulder in a fatherly way, as he would with his own daughter. The feeling of her soft skin, however, made his penis stir; something that would never happen with his own flesh and blood.

"I've seen lots of girls like you," he continued. "They come from all over LA, California, and the country hoping to be the next Marilyn Monroe; but soon find themselves working for a few hundred dollars every other month as extras on some TV program that probably won't last past the first season. Or worse: they find thier way into the underworld of exotic dancing and porn. I don't want to see a pretty girl like you wasting away like that. I want you to think the very best of this town."

I felt slightly intimidated what with his story and all. After all, despite not having been born here, I wasn't dumb. People have fallen from grace countless times and found themselves in terrible situations. But Alex was giving me encouragement as well with his word of caution and I couldn't help but smile warmly.

"Hey, with your help I can be the very best." I said with confidence. "Thanks for everything, really."

"It's no problem," smiled Alexander. He gently stroked her shoulder. "You're a very beautiful girl, and I want you to feel comfortable here. I look forward to working with you, Amy."

((Would now be a good time to begin the seduction?))

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"Oh thanks Alex." I said, smiling warmly to his touch. "I look forward to it too!"
Over to the right, I could recognize my place. It was rather large, considering that only Rachel and I occupied the household. I hoped that I wasn't acting forward, but I felt as if I needed to invited him in. After all, it was the least I could do.

"Hey, I don't suppose your in the mood for coffee?" I said "My place is right over there."

"Why, thank you," smiled Alexander. He didn't care how late it was or what questions Adelle might ask him, he found himself somehow smitten by this young girl. He wanted to see what she looked like in the light. He knew it was wrong, but he was very intrigued by her. Part of him wanted to do more than just look: he wanted to touch her. He was a married man, and she was young enough to be his daughter, but he couldn't help himself. He could feel his dick getting heavier and bigger; and his heart pounding faster and faster in his chest.

"Well here it is." I said, searching through my pockets for my keys. It took about a minute, but eventually I found them and unlocked the door. It was dark, so I turned on the lights. I called out to see if Rachel was there but alas, I knew she wouldn't be. Figures.

"Turns out my room mate is going to be away longer than I thought." I say naively. "Make yourself at home!" I then add happily "I'll go get you your coffee."