Miracle Date (need one)

[TheRPGuru]

Jake leaned across the desk towards the pretty little blonde with a slick smile. He was well dressed, hair combed, cologne on, game on. Today was the day we would get a date for the prom. The eighteen year old thought he had it all figured out, he had the proposal, the tickets, he just needed the date.

But that's where Cassie would come in. "Hey Cassie, how would you like a free ride in a limo, all you can drink non-alcoholic beverages, and if you play your cards right...home only slightly late for curtview?"

Cassie glanced up with a smile. She and Jake had been friends for years, at least in passing. They had a lot of classes together, and knew each other fairly well, but never hung out or did anything of that nature. "Sounds good. What do I have to do for such a generous prize?"

Jake smacked the desktop with his palm gently. "Go to prom with me." He said happily, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

Cassie gritted her teeth and hissed apologetically. "Oh, sorry no can do there buddy. I'm already committed to going with Rick. He's kind of my boyfriend."

JAke blinked, "Since when?"

"Like.....two....no three....years ago?" She said. "It's a wonderful offer though, I'm sure you'll get someone to go with you."

Jake sighed and nodded, turning around slowly. From his binder he pulled out a sheet of paper and crossed Cassie's name off the list. Cassie had been the last name on that list, everyone else had also shot him down. With a sigh, he crumpled the paper and shoved it into a side pocket of his backpack. Perhaps he had gone about this all wrong. Why did he start with buying the tickets? The incredibly expensive, non-refundable tickets?

That night Jake went home dejected. 400 dollars sat on his desk about to go to waste. The prom was two short months away, and he was out of dating options. He couldn't try to second hand sell them either because everyone who was going to prom already had their tickets bought and locked in. Which means he would be the guy that would show up stag. Because of course he had to show up, for 200 dollars he damn well at least walk in the front door.

With a sigh he clicked on his computer and started browsing through the local news. He lived in nowhere'sville, USA, the town in which nothing exciting ever happens....well except the two or three times a year someone climbs the water tower while drunk and then gets too scared to climb back down.

"Anya Clark to film movie locally" the headline caught his eye. He leaned forward and read eagerly. He loved Anya Clark, she was the hottest woman in Hollywood right now, and she always seemed like such a cool chick whenever she was interviewed. According to the article, she was going to be in town for the next six weeks filming a portion of her next big film.

Jake sat back and stared at his screen in wonder.

Quickly he queued up her Instagram page: https://i.imgur.com/Tn77Hh9l.jpg

God she was incredible.

Jake brought up his webcamera and took a deep breath.

"Anya, I know this is the longest shot in the history of long shots. But I'm desperate, and if anyone can help me now it is you. My name is Jake Rudger and I need a date for me prom on October 7th. Tickets already bought, but...everyone told me no. Now I am a huge fan of yours and everytime I see you in an interview you seem like the nicest, coolest, person so here goes the long shot. Can you help me? Will you go to prom with me? I see you'll be in my town for the next little while filming and I understand you're busy, but....even if you only come for an hour...it would mean that the summer of work, and the weeks of preparation for this event wont be for nothing. So what do you say? Make a dream come true?"

Jake closed the camera and pasted the video into Instagram, clicking the button that would send it directly to Anya. Though it most likely would never get seen by her. She probably had some PR guy do all her social shit.

But he didn't loose anything by asking did he?

(Looking for someone to play Anya, who agrees to go to prom with Jake. But things take a sexual turn, leading Anya to do far more than she intended to do with him)

 

[Alice2015]

Anya screamed and tossed the script through the air, causing the 200+ pages to explode across the hotel suite's living room. She hollered, "Who wrote this piece ... of ... SHIT?!?"

A second female leaned and stuck her head out from the kitchenette to see the pages raining down. She growled quietly to herself, knowing that she would be the one who would have to picked up and reorganize the pages so that her employer could return to studying her part. Anya's portion of the feature film's production began in just two weeks, yet after eight rewrites she still hated her part: the character, the dialogue, and worst of all, her first sex scene.

"Honey, c'mon, you're making a mess," Lara said as she emerged from beyond the wall with afternoon Anya's energy drink. "It's not really that bad, is it?"

"It's trash!" Anya declared. "They know it, and they don't care! They figure that as long as their demographic, males 15 to 55, get to see my tits, get to see me straddling this, this, this Benja-fuckin'-min Taylor, screaming out in feigned ecstasy..."

Anya was fuming so deeply that she couldn't even finish her rant. But she didn't need to: Lara knew very well what the issue was. Anya had been acting since she was 4 years old, beginning in commercials, moving on to guest and starring roles in sitcoms and made-for-television movies, before finally getting her first of six starring roles in feature length movies. Not bad for a girl who had only been able to legally drink for the last two months.

As she'd reached an age more appropriate to such roles, her characters had begun to be more sensual, sexual, and erotic. Two movies ago, she'd spent most of the 140 minutes without a bra, allowing her nipples to tease the audience through thin tee shirts, while down below her ass and legs were showed off by tight fitting yoga pants, thong bikinis, or low riding panties. Her last movie had been the first in which her breasts had been on full display, albeit for a total of only 8 seconds, while her ass had been equally shown off for a flash while her character dove into a swimming pool naked. And now...!

"I'm not going to fuck this guy on the screen," she declared, kicking at some of the pages scattered about the floor. "It's a cheap and ridiculous substitute for good writing."

"You're not going to fuck Benjamin Taylor," Lara agreed.

"I just said that."

"No, I mean ... you're not actually going to have sex with him," Lara clarified as she sat down at the desk that had been delivered to the hotel room specifically for Anya's stay. "You're only going to pretend you're having sex with him. Remember, it's called acting. You're an actress."

The two of them continued talking about the issues Anya had with the film as Lara began checking the latest batch of fan emails and social site posts. She'd become a pro at this during her two years with Anya, learning how to very quickly redirect the messages to one of many folders: "trash", "read and trash", "read and respond", and "BTAATT", which stood for "Bring to Anya's Attention, then trash". She found one on the Instagram account that caught her attention, and despite Anya's continue tirade, Lara slipped her Beats over her ears, tapped the Bluetooth icon, and watched the video.

"You should see this," she told Anya after having watched it twice. The star was still pacing about, ranting, but Lara managed to get her to come over to the desk. She handed her the headphones, saying, "It's sweet."

The young man whose image filled the screen was attractive but young, as his words would soon confirm. "Anya, I know this is the longest shot in the history of long shots. But I'm desperate, and if anyone can help me now it is you. My name is Jake Rudger and I need a date for me prom on October 7th."

Anya laughed, short and loud and tossed the headphones onto the desk before heading away. "Why do you bother me with this shit?"

"Hold on, you need to watch all of it," Lara argued. But she got nowhere with her employer, who disappeared into the bathroom. She watched the video again, then keyed it up at the beginning before writing a note for Anya that said, If you watch this when you're not pissed at the world, you'll find it cute.



And Lara was correct. After she'd soaked under a skin reddening hot shower, then had some dinner and drank a glass of wine, Anya made her way over to the computer, tapped a button to energize the screen, and then tapped play.

"Anya, I know this is the longest shot in the history of long shots..." the boy began again.

She listened to him explain about not being able to find a date, about having already spent the money, and about how he'd always thought she was the nicest, coolest, person. That made Anya smile, pleased. Unlike a great many celebrities, her polite, friendly, good natured public persona was genuine. Of course, when she was presented with incompetence, such as the script which was now again neatly stacked on the desk before her, Anya could come unglued, unhinged, and uncontrollable, as Lara defined it.

"Can you help me? Will you go to prom with me?

Again Anya smiled. This Jake Rudger wasn't the first fan to ask her to go out with him (or with her, as Anya now had a significant lesbian fan base after her last character shared a seriously erotic kiss with another woman). Jake wasn't even the first fan, again male or female, to ask her to go to a school dance or specifically the prom. But there was something different about him that pulled at Anya's heart strings. There was a desperation in his voice, a desperation that went beyond just the nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I'm gonna eat some worms thing. There just seemed to be something more there, though Anya couldn't figure out what it was.

"I see you'll be in my town... he continued.

Anya contemplated her filming schedule. While she couldn't recall the name of the town off the top of her head, she recalled approximately where in the neighboring state it was and roughly what the community was like. The new film was a sort of Bonnie and Clyde concept, but with much more comedy and far less blood. And, of course, that dreaded sex scene. Anya had been putting off such graphic sex since she'd turned 18 and could do the scenes without the censors dropping a hammer on their heads. But her agent was telling her that showing a little skin wasn't going to keep the male audience (and, now, a portion of the female audience) interested. Not only that, but if she added just one two minute sex scene to her movies, she could demand an additional $2 million dollars per production. That seemed like a lot of cash for so little ass!

"So what do you say? Make a dream come true?"

Anya watched the video come to an end, then pressed a finger to the touch screen's play icon and watched it again. And then again. Finally, after the fourth time of watching it all the way through, Anya closed the laptop's screen down, found the opened bottle of wine, and went out onto the hotel room's terrace to stare out upon the city spread out before her. She finished off the bottle and went to bed, her last thought being of the young man in where ever that was. She smiled as she closed her eyes, wondering, Is he thinking of me as he lays down to sleep...?



"Send that boy a email," she said as she came out from her hotel bedroom to find Lara already at the computer, going through yet another batch of communications. "Tell him I'd be happy to go with him to the prom."

Lara's eyes grew huge. "What ... are you talking about?"

Anya was heading for the kitchenette and the coffee pot. "That boy in the Facebook post, who asked me to the prom."

"Instagram," Lara corrected.

"Whatever. Tell him I'd be happy to go to his dance as his date."

By the time Anya had finished, Lara was already in the kitchen staring at her. "Are you crazy?"

Anya carefully sipped at the hot beverage, then asked, "Why is that crazy?"

Lara went off, explaining the oh-so-many reasons why a Hollywood movie star didn't just accept an invitation to a high school dance from a random fan who'd sent her an online video. Anya padded about the room in her bare feet, listening but then not as her assistant continued. Lara made a lot of sense, but Anya didn't much care: she'd already made up her mind that she was going.

"So, tell him it has to be a secret," she finally responded when it became obvious that Lara's biggest objection would be the mayhem around her showing up in a public locale like that. The paparazzi was one of the biggest negatives of having become a star, so Anya instructed, "Tell, what was his name, Jake...? Tell Jake that I'll be his date. But, he can't tell anyone. Anyone! And if word gets out, if the locals learn, his class mates, the paparazzi, anyone..."

Lara finished the thought, "You don't go."

Anya nodded. "Tell him that's the deal. I'm gonna shower."

She headed off for the bathroom, leaving her assistant to send the message and strict instructions to the boy...

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake didn't use social media all that often, so he never got messages via any of the things. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, none of it ever pinged him so he never paid them much mind. Even after the insanely silly prom proposal he had sent. Surely Anya would never see it and even if she did, she wouldn't respond to it. So he didn't bother to check his accounts the next day.

Instead he focused on his writing. Jake wanted to be a novelist, which was unfortunate considering the state of the world and the direction being pulled away from brick and morter book stores. Yet there was a writer inside of him that forced him to put pen to paper anyway. Throughout high school he had written several dozen short stories of all manner of things. And he was converting his favorite detective story into a full on novel. He had so many ideas that he might even be able to transform it into an entire book series like the Dresden Files, or Anita Blake, or John Corey.

Those thoughts alone drove him onward with his writing. He only wished he had more friends to read his work. His family read everything he wrote, and of course they loved it, but they had to. He got a few friends to read his work too, but they were high school kids and reading was a chore so they couldn't really give him honest feedback. He had posted a short story on a website, and it seemed to get some good feedback, so that gave him confidence to continue writing.

That night he sat at his computer again, Friday and the week of school was over. His plan was to sit and enjoy an evening of video games. But as his monitor flared to life, he saw a notifcation icon on his social media taskbar. He never got notifications, so he figured it was probably just some spam.

His eyes wided when he moused over it to delete it and it read: RE: Prom Proposal. It appeared to be a reply from Anya's account name. He immediately sat back, cupping a hand over his mouth.

"No way." He hissed softly to himself. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Okay, what? No it can't be. No way. She probably just sending a polite decline or something. Don't get excited Jake." He said.

Leaning close to the screen he opened the message into a window. His eyes scrolled over the text.

"Dear Jake," He muttered, the letter already off to a bad start. "Thank you so much for thinking of me and asking me to go to prom with you. I can't even begin to tell you how flattering that is." He groaned and leaned back. He didn't want to read the next line. It was going to be the rejection, because what else could it be?

Yet there was an awful lot of text remaining for it to be a no thanks. He took a breath and continued reading. "As I'm sure you already can guess, I am incredibly busy as I get ready to start filming in the next few weeks. I don't have a lot of free time during film scheduling." Jake nodded, groaning as she seemed to enjoy dragging this 'no' out.

"But if all I did was work, I would go crazy. You're prom might be the perfect escape for a few hours. So I would be delighted to be your date for your prom."

Jake blinked. "Wait what?" He read that last line over and over. No matter how he read it, it was yes every time. No hidden meanings, no gentle let downs. She was saying yes. Anya Clark had just agreed to be his date for his prom!

"YES!" He screamed.

He wanted to burst out of his room and run down to tell his mom and dad. But there was more to read. He didn't want to leave it unfinished.

"Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay okay caaaaaaaaaaaalllllllmmmmmm down." He told himself. Taking deep breaths he continued reading.

"Now that you've no doubt calmed down from that answer, I have a few rules I need to put into place about this:

1. Don't tell anyone. If this gets out your poor school and your house will become a media frenzy. I don't want that, and neither do you. So don't tell anyone until the last possible moment, you know? When we actually walk into the prom together. Think of the surprise on everyone's face .

2. The attached documents must be electronically signed and returned. They state that you understand that you must keep this event quiet. That you agree to let us get a background check on you. And finally that I and my team are free to leak news about this event should we deem it fit to do so. Simply sign and reply.

I hope you understand the precautions in regarding this. I know it can be hard to contain excitement sometimes, but please try. I am really looking forward to this,

See you soon Jake,
XOXO
Anya Clark"

Jake's mouth felt dry as sandpaper after reading it. He couldn't believe it. This was legit. Scrolling through and signing her forms made it even more real. These were legal ass documents she had sent him. But damn, he couldn't say anything to anyone? How the fuck was he going to go six more weeks without letting something out?

People would wonder why he was still going to prom. His parents would surely question why he was going with no date, but then again, he could always tell them that he managed to get a date...He didn't have to tell them who it was. Surely that was okay in accordance with her Non-Disclosure Agreement.

Thank God she had sent this on a fucking Friday. There was no way he would be able to get a good night's sleep with this hanging in his mind. Throughout the night he must have reread the message two dozen times, as if he didn't commit it to memory he would wake up and it would all be a dream.

Anya Clark. His prom date.

Hell he was just excited that he was going to get to meet her. To talk to her. He bet she would smell like heaven. That was an odd thought to have. God he would get to dance with her! That mean hand on her sexy fucking hips, and her arms draped over his shoulders. It would be the greatest night of his life.

 

[Alice2015]

"What are these?"

Lara was rushing about the hotel room, trying to get some things done before she and Anya headed out for a public event. When Anya waggled the papers in the air before her, Lara answered, "They're for your date with Jake Rudger."

Anya glanced over the 10 or 11 pages that her assistant had printed but left sitting in the printer tray. "But, what are they?"

Lara sighed, crossed to snatch the forms from Anya, and one by one explained, "This is the confidentiality agreement. This is the public disclosure--"

"I know what they are!" Anya interrupted, about to freak out. "Why did you send them to this boy!"

Lara's face was filled with a confused expression. "What do you mean why did I send them? It's standard practice to have these or similar--"

"He's a kid!" Anya cut in again, turning and beginning to pace a big circle about the floor. "It's not like I'm down at the studio reading a script that hasn't been shown publically, or learning the twist to next year's season of this show or that. Confidentiality agreement...? Really?"

Anya was suddenly having flashbacks to when she was a child actor and later a teen star: she'd always been confused and more than annoyed by the amount of legalese behind being who she was, to the point that on more than one occasion her mother had employed a personal psychologist to help Anya with the stress of it all. She spun on her heels suddenly to face Lara, stating with a matter of fact tone, "He hates me."

Lara chuckled lightly, responding, "He doesn't hate."

"He hates me."

"He sent you a video begging you to go out with him!" Lara reminded her. "Why would you say he hates you?"

Anya spun to face her assistant again, answering, "Because this was to be his dream date, his night with a famous TV and movie star, his prom for Christ's sake. And you turned it into..."

Anya went silent, not even sure what to call it. She began pacing again, mumbling more to herself than to Lara, "He probably thinks I think he's a stalker. I'm gonna show up with security who will frisk him for a hatchet. We'll be surrounded by body guards. When we dance, he'll be expecting to have to maintain room for the Holy Spirit between us."

Lara laughed, and when Anya looked to her, she explained herself, "I actually went to Catholic School, so I understand that comment. C'mon, you're exaggerating. He had to expect these." She wagged the pages she'd taken back to slip into a file folder for safe keeping. "You're an internationally recognized movie star, and he's a kid for Podunk City. It's not like you were just gonna--"

"I need you to get me something, Lara," Anya said, heading quickly for her purse. When she dug into it and came out with an object, Lara's eyes grew and she began to speak, but Anya cut her off, "Now! I have to fix this."



"Jake...?" Anya said when she heard a young male voice answer her call. She looked to Lara, who had dutifully found the teen's phone number on the background check form and given it to her boss but was now lightly shaking her head in disbelief. When he confirmed that it was him, Anya smiled, saying, "Hi. It's Anya. Anya Clark. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time."

 

[TheRPGuru]

Saturday was Magic: The Gathering day with his friends at a local Denny's. The would take up an entire corner of the restaurant and play for hours. Jake was never sure whether the staff actually liked them or not, because they stay for so long, but they also spend money the entire time ordering snacks and drinks, so he didn't really care. They also tipped well as a group so there should be no problem as far as he was concerned.

"You can't fucking play that card in a Standard format Kevin." Jake was explaining, after Kevin kept playing a broken card in their games.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because the current format doesn't have any way to counter it, so you are basically playing a card that nobody can deal with, it's cheap and it's cheating." Jake explained. "Just swap it out."

"Can't we play commmander instead, I hate modern."

A few of the guys nodded, and Jake shrugged, "Okay, yeah."

Jake bent over to dig his deck out of his backpack, but suddenly his phone began to vibrate. He sat up quickly startled, nobody ever called him. Well his parents did obviously, but that was rare.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. He didn't know the number, and he frowned. Probably a telemarketer. He held up a finger to his friends who quieted and answered. "Hello?"

"Jake...?" came a soft and sweet sounding voice on the other end.

"Yeah?" He asked questioningly. "Who is this?"

"Hi. It's Anya. Anya Clark. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time."

Jake's eyes widened and his pulse instantly began racing through him. "Any....errr....hey!" He said cheerfully. "No not a bad time at all. I am just playing some games with friends right now." He said as to warn her that he wasn't alone and didn't want to violate the NDA. "Wow I'm so glad you called. This is kind of shocking, exciting too." He couldn't help but grin. His friends would know something was up, but he couldn't hide it. He was talking to Anya Clark!

 

[Alice2015]

"Any....errr....hey!" Jake reacted, obviously surprised. He would be, Anya thought as he continued, "No not a bad time at all. I am just playing some games with friends right now."

Games with friends. When was the last time I played games with friends?, she mused as there was some sort of ruckus around Jake. Anya may have been just 21, but sometimes she felt as though she’d been an adult the past decade and a half. Her circle of friends had generally been people one or more decades older than her: her parents, of course, and some of her relatives (though not all, because even some of them treated her as a celebrity and it seriously annoyed her). Oh, there had been the other celebrities, such as her co-stars, but except for just a handful, most of them had been adult. Some of those celebrities had kids Anya’s age plus or minus a few years, but she had really only made lasting friendships with a dozen or so of them. And,like her, the ones who hadn’t killed themselves with drugs or drunk driving were always off in some distant state or country filming a movie or feigning survival on a deserted island or dancing with the stars. (Anya had never understood that show: who was the star, the skilled, professional dancers or the has-been actors or athletes dancing with them???)

”Wow I'm so glad you called. This is kind of shocking, exciting too."

Anya laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I, um. I wanted to apologize if all of those legal forms Lara sent you-- Lara, she’s my PA. She didn’t clear that with me first, so I wanted--”

There was another ruckus at the other end of the call, and after Anya hesitated to let it die down, she said in a sincere tone, “I just wanted you to know that I am sorry if the forms made it seem like you’d won one of those impersonal backstage meet the rockstar back stage sort of contests. I--”

Anya hesitated for a moment, wanting to be certain she truly meant it before she said it. She smiled, not to Jake, of course, but to herself. “I am truly excited about going to your Prom with you.”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake smiled, the sound of her voice warmed him and excited him. She sounded so familiar from all the movies and TV shows he had seen her in, it was like he knew her even though they had never met. Plus hearing her voice made the idea of her coming to his prom with him even more.

She apologized for the forms he had to sign, wanting to assure him that it wasn't her intention and didn't want to make him feel like he had won some kind of giveaway thing. Jake shook his head as she explained it to him, but realized that she couldn't see him through the phone.

"No it is perfectly okay. I understand completely, and believe me, I wouldn't want cameras all over the place either." He told her assuredly. "The secret is safe with me, even if it's a bit hard to contain." His tone of voice held a smile to it.

“I am truly excited about going to your Prom with you.” She told him.

Jake felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe that she would feel that way. She was the amazingly talented and beautiful Anya Clark, and he was Jake from Victerville county a place 99% of people had never even heard of. It was a crazy pill to swallow if you thought about it too hard.

"You have no idea how excited I am to meet you An....errrr..." He caught himself in case anyone was listening to closely. "I can't wait." He said instead.

 

[Alice2015]

"Same here, Jake." Anya responded. There was some laughter on his end, causing Anya to laugh herself. Making a presumption based upon what her own Saturday night plans were about to include, she asked, "Am I interrupting your party, Jake. You sound like you're having fun, and I don't want to keep you from it."

As he responded, the fun he had been having, as well as the incredible conversation he'd been having, too, were both interrupted when a second female voice vied for his attention. Dressed in a form hugging, second skin, strapless dancing dress that barely reached beyond the lower curvature of her ass cheeks, Cassie looked down at Jake from atop the three inch heels she'd donned for another Saturday night at a local underage club popular with the jocks, cheer squad, and other In Crowd types.

"Hi, Jake," she said with a wide, white smile of perfect teeth. "I heard you all met here Saturday nights."

She hesitated a moment as, one by one, each and everyone of the guys at the big table turned to gawk at her with wide eyes and, in some cases, opened mouths. She had always been one of the prettiest girls in school, though certainly not the runway, face, hair, or lingerie model type of beauty. But standing here dressed as she was with her hair up high, her make up dramatic, and her breasts boosted by a black bra that was intentionally noticeable through the dress's thin fabric, she must have seemed like an Anya Clark movie star type to the rest of them. She looked back to Jake, who still had his cell up to his ear as he reacted in his own form of surprise.

"I was wondering, can we talk?" she asked a bit softer. Then, looking about at the guys ogling her, Cassie leaned in closer, incidentally flashing them all the tight cleavage of her boosted D cups, asking in a whisper, "Alone...?"

 

[TheRPGuru]

Some people have what could be called "crazy weeks", weeks where they get into a car accident, or they win the lottery, or any number of crazy things seem to happen to them one after the other. As Jake spoke with Anya, he didn't notice the beautiful girl walking up towards the group. Not until his friends suddenly went completely silent, their gaze drawn from their card game and instead to the stunningly dressed girl at their table.

Jake's eyes widened as he looked up at Cassie. He had never seen her dolled up in such a way, dressed to the nine's like a woman out to make the entire world look like shit by comparison. His jaw kind of dropped and his grip on his phone quivered.

"I uh," He muttered, as Cassie leaned toward him her cleavage seeming to heave into his view. Her smooth skin seemed only highlighted by the veins he could see running through her wonderful swelling breasts. His throat went dry.

Cassie asked if she could speak with him....alone, and Jake didn't know what to say. He licked his lips and held up a finger and nodded, "Uh sure."

"Hey um.." He started, now speaking back to Anya on the phone. "It's great fun, I mean if you consider nerds playing cards games fun. Listen I gotta get back to it, I don't wanna let anything slip if you know what I mean. But believe me I am counting the days." He told Anya eagerly.

Once Anya let him go, Jake hung up the phone and tucked it quickly into his pocket. He locked eyes with Cassie and rose to his feet quickly. "Cassie? Yeah....ummm," He turned to his friends. "Give me a minute guys, sorry."

With a gesture he led Cassie outside, and moved her to the side of the building where they could talk without customers coming in and out of the restaurant interrupting them.

"Cassie, you look incredible. Jesus." He told her. "What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

 

[Alice2015]

Anya understood entirely what Jake was saying about not wanting to give anything away, so she told him again how happy she was that he had contacted her about the dance and then let him go.

“It's your lucky day,” Cassie said once she and Jake were alone, a slightly over exaggerated eagerness in her tone. “I can go with you to the prom after all.”

She hesitated, waiting for Jake to react as she expected: great joy, hallelujahs, maybe a tight hug. Hell, some of the boys from school would fall to their knees and kiss her feet to find out that the blonde beauty was willing to be seen with them in public, let alone out together on a date. It wasn't that Cassie was conceited. She really wasn’t. She was actually a very nice, very polite, very accessible kind of person. She associated with just about anyone, regardless of their club, clique, team, or lack thereof. Cassie simply knew that for four straight years she’d easily made Victorville High’s Top Five Girls I’d give my left nut to do list. Any boy in the school would jump at the chance to jump her, or if not that, at least take her to the Prom.

The problem Cassie now had, of course, was the same problem Jake had been facing: anyone worth asking to the prom already had a date. So, knowing that Jake would either be skipping the dance or going stag, she presented this opportunity to him not with a question mark but with an exclamation point.

“Ohio State has invited Rick out east for the weekend of the prom,” she explained, “to talk about maybe joining the Spring Tryouts. He says he may not even have to Redshirt. He may play as a true freshman. Isn’t that exciting?”

Again, Cassie was oblivious. Why in the world should Jake be excited about the potential academic and professional future of the guy she was dating who, until this moment, had been preventing her from going to the prom with him? But she hadn’t and still didn’t see going to the Prom with Jake as anything more than two friends preventing the embarrassment of each of them showing up at the dance stag.

“So, since he can't take me to the dance, you can!” Cassie knew that Jake would jump on the opportunity. And yet...

 

[TheRPGuru]

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Jake felt himself groan inwardly as Cassie spoke. Part of him knew as they walked out of the restaurant what she was going to say. There was no other reason that she would have come hunt him down like this. Still he had hoped that she wanted help with math homework or something.

Instead he was left in an awkward position. The guy who couldn't get a date, was about to turn down one of, if not, the hottest girls in school. He wondered if it was a little cold in hell today.

"Cassie." He said and reached up to scratch his head. "I ummm... I kind of already got a date." He told her softly, trying not to be too hard about it. The problem was, who was he going to say he was going with under his conditions to not say anything.

"B...Besides I wouldn't feel comfortable taking you like that. I mean being the stand in, while your boyfriend is off on a college thing. If he found out, he would kick my ass when he gets back." He explained, trying to make it all as easy as he could. "I'm sorry."

 

[Alice2015]

Cassie's happy, playful expression faded as Jake explained about no longer needing her to be his date. When he'd finished, she just stared at him for a long moment, dumbfounded. In all of her years, no one had ever refused her a date. Well, actually, she'd never asked someone else out. But there had been many times when she'd asked favors of boys, and without fail, the answers had always been yes, of course, anything!

She looked about herself, as if looking for the Punk'd camera crew to hop out and say Gotcha! But, nothing. She stared at Jake again, then feeling her eyes begin to threaten tears, she simply turned and walked away, saying over her shoulder, "Fine, no, thanks. I, uh, I gotta go. Guys waiting to dance with me, ya know?"

If he said nothing, Cassie would just continue off to the car in which her friends were waiting, not knowing why they'd stopped here in the first place.

 

[TheRPGuru]

The look on Cassie's face kind of hurt him. Like she hadn't expected him to outright say no like that. Then she acted like it didn't matter and she twirled away talking about how a bunch of guys were waiting to dance with her. Which confused him, like was that supposed to make him jealous or something? She had a boyfriend, how jealous could he get? It wasn't like he had any sort of asperations of taking her to prom and then fucking her.

He shrugged. Sex would Cassie would probably be amazing though.

But that wasn't the point. He was going to blow people away with his date to prom. And not only that, it was well known that Anya was single, so he didn't even have to worry about some boyfriend coming into town to pick fights. Besides Anya.....well Cassie was hot sure, but Anya....That was a whole other level of beauty.

Jake sighed and took his phone out of his pocket. He looked at it and chewed his lip. Then queued up Anya's number and decided to send her a text: Sorry to cut you off like that. But people were getting too close and I didn't want anyone to find out who I was talking too. The town probably would have exploded.

 

[Alice2015]

Anya was already out the door, in the Towncar sent by the club that was being graced with her celebrity presence, and on her way across town by the time Jake sent his text, which meant she wouldn’t see it until at least the next day. She never carried a cell on her while out on the town. Wearing what she was, where the hell would she have kept it? But when she got the text the next afternoon, she sent another thanks for the invite and a little note about how she would be unreachable for a few days for work. (It was Anya’s polite way of saying relax, we’ll talk later without making it sound like Jake was beginning to feel like a stalker.



As Jake was exiting school on the following Wednesday, a pretty redhead in her early 30s and a very official looking suit stepped out of a black SUV with tinted windows. It looked like it was right out of an espionage movie, and the way the woman carried herself made her look like a dangerous woman who could kick most men’s asses.

“Jake…?” she asked with a serious tone as he neared the curb. “Jake Rudger? May I speak with you?”

She waited until he was close enough to hear her speak softly, as if not wanting the general public to her what she had to say. She looked about herself, half turned back toward the SUV while keeping her eyes on Jake, unfastened the one button holding her jacket closed to reveal a semi automatic pistol in a holster on her hip, then said with a polite smile, “Get in the car, please. Do as you’re told, young man, and no one will get hurt.”

The woman stared hard at Jake, watching his reaction. Then, she suddenly burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, Jake. I was sent by your, um…” She glanced about for eavesdroppers, then added in a whisper, “Your prom date, to pick you up. She’s in town, and she’d like to meet you. If you have the time. My name is Leah, head of security for, um, well, you know…”

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake's text didn't get much of a response and he didn't really think it would. Anya would be undoubtedly busy and there was no reason to think she would spare time to hold text conversations with him. He felt like he owed her an explanation for why he shut her off on that phone call though. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was rude.

Beside there were still week remaining before prom. No reason to torture himself over thoughts of her, because otherwise the time would be agonizingly slow.

So Jake went about his life, school, gym, his part-time job, rinse and repeat. He managed to even push thoughts of Anya way in the back of his mind.

Until the following Wednesday when a woman in a business suit approached him, she parted her business coat and revealed a pistol holster. Jake's eyes went wide, and his breath caught in his throat. "Wha!?"

The the woman laughed and glanced around explaining what and who she was. Jake was flabbergasted, "She want's to meet me?" He asked, his heart still trying to calm down from Leah's little prank.

Wait Anya Clark wanted to meet him? That was incredible, the prom wasn't for weeks yet and he didn't think he would get to meet her until way later. But he was totally down to cut that wait down short. "YEAH!" He told LEah. "I got all the time in the world for Anya."

He blushed and shook his head, "Oops sorry, too loud." He held up his hands and whispered, "Yeah! I can't wait to meet her yay." Then in a normal voice he sighed, "I'm stupid. Let's just go." He said moving towards the car.

 

[Alice2015]

Jake's slip-up concerning on using Anya's name led Leah to tilt her head in a scrutinizing fashion before gently reaching her hand up to the outside of her jacket, over the weapon hidden beneath out of sight.

"Don't make me shoot you," she said in a firm tone before smiling wide and using that same hand to gesture him toward the SUV. "It's not a long drive, and we'll have you home in time for dinner. Or, if your parents will allow it, you can stay to watch one of the scene takes, sometime around 9pm, I think."

As Jake headed for the SUV, Leah noticed a small group of students standing at the edge of the school's steps, watching them with great curiosity and perhaps some concern. She maintained her stone cold expression as she turned over the left lapel of her jacket, flashing the badge pinned inside before following behind the teen. Leah couldn't help but smile as she contemplated the wild thoughts going through their mind as their fellow students was escorted away by the woman from some shadowy law enforcement or intelligence agency.

If Jake had not known already been told where he was going, he might very well have had the same thought he fellow students had. The SUV was indeed a security enhanced vehicle, with plate steel reinforced doors and Bulletproof resistant glass. But it was included some of the amenities of a nice stretch limousine, with a small but high definition television, an incredible stereo system with all the latest hookups for phones, tablets, and Bluetooth, and ice coolers with a bottles of both alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks, and more.

"It's a forty minute drive, so..." Leah told him, reaching to flip down a little door. Behind it was a sampling of expensive treats. She finished, "...make yourself to home."

The drive took them out of the city, through the suburbs, and into the countryside. As they continued onward, the roads got narrower and the forest got thicker. After the 40 minutes Leah had spoken of, they came around a corner to suddenly find themselves bearing down on a second black SUV parked sideways, blocking the road, near which stood two uniformed security officers, one with a shotgun slung idly from his shoulder. Jake may have noticed Leah sending a text from her phone a moment earlier, but he couldn't have known she was letting the perimeter security know they were coming. The second SUV pulled back to open one lane, and without slowing from its 45 mph speed, fast for the road conditions, Leah's vehicle shot past the check point.

A moment later, they shot out of the dark woods into a large open space, more than 500 acres of what typically was a sleepy little ranch and farm but, for the next four months or more, would be a movie studio's location shoot. Near the center of the open space was a farmstead with a home and a dozen buildings, and sitting off to one side of all that were dozens of vehicles, from normal, everyday cars and pickups to catering vans to equipment vans to a diesel generator truck that could supply the entire production without any hookup to the local power grid.

The SUV slowed at a second security check point, then stopped near a grouping of luxury motor homes that were serving at the personal trailers for the lead actors. Lean led Jake out, got him a pass on a lanyard which he was instructed to keep visible around his neck at all times, then led him about for a while showing him some of the operation. Ultimately, they stopped at a rope strung between a couple of golf carts, indicating the filming zone.

"That's the director, Peter Rush," Leah said, pointing to a short, stocky man who was very animatedly instructing a group of people on what he was expecting from the next scene. She pointed to another man, tall and dark and more than familiar to most of the civilized world. "You might recognize Benjamin Taylor."

Ben was repeated some of the movement suggestions Peter was offering, sometimes nodding his approval, other times offering his own suggestions back. A couple of co-stars were weighing in while a handful of crew members were either listening or offering their own concerns. Suddenly, it seemed as though everyone was on the same page, and the group broke up to head in a variety of directions. And left standing there, looking Jake's direction as a make up artist finished the final touches on her hair to make it appear wind swept, was his Prom date...

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Anya noticed and recognized Leah first, then a moment later realized who the boy standing with her must be. She smiled, then waved. She spoke to the artist a moment, then crossed the fifty yards to the security rope. She offered her hand out to the teen, saying, "You must be Jake."

As he took her hand, she didn't hesitate to lean in and kiss him on the cheek, a move that for just a very brief moment caused her bosom to touch his chest. As she pulled back, she smiled broadly and, still holding his hand in hers, said, "It's so wonderful to meet you."

 

[TheRPGuru]

There was a moment of insecurity when he found himself in the big SUV. Inside the seats were comfortable, but the hardware the vehicle packed was clearly no fucking joke. Did Anya really need this kind of protection? And if so, would they have security hovering over them during the dance? That might be a little weird wouldn't it? Or at least uncomfortable...but then again, he didn't really have a space to complain or comment about it.

Leah seemed firm, but nice enough. She popped open the glovebox which didn't hold guns, but instead held chips, and candy, all of brands that were unknown to him. Not wanting to be rude or anything Jake leaned forward and grabbed a bag of what looked like Mike & Ike's but the label said something about being all natural and gourmet. "Thanks."

He looked around in the SUV as Leah drove, the ride was unbelievably smooth. After they drove for a while Jake realized that he didn't think he had felt a single bump or crack in the road. He sometimes got to drive his Dad's beat up Camero and that thing shook like the screws in it where about to fall apart. Nothing like this, it glided across the pavement like butter over a hot knife.

The gourmet candy was amazing, Jake killed off the bag well before they reached the set. He fought against himself to reach for another bag, and sat there patiently as they drove. He thought about asking questions to the security woman, Leah, but decided against it. Anya wanted to meet him, he couldn't believe it. He was actually going to meet the beautiful Anya Clark. God what would he say to her? He chewed his lip as he tried to think of ways not to embarrass himself like a moron.

The set turned out to be in at one of the old farm houses that were buried in the Redwood forest outside Victorville. The forest grew in over the fields of these old houses eighty years ago when the farmers just upped and moved into Victorville proper to take advantage of the booming industry that was popping up in the area. Farming got forgotten for mining, metalworking and other blue collar jobs like that. The old farm houses became landmarks, and protected against any kind of modification or tear down. There were even tours that would take people through the forest to check the homes out.

Jake didn't pay any of that any mind. Instead he looked out in wonder as he saw all kinds of movie equipment. Cranes, cameras, giant lights, boom mics, and people milling about everywhere.

Leah pointed out the director talking to Benjamin Taylor, and Jake smiled. "Whoa cool! I loved Blue Blood that cop movie he made. That was a pretty sweet movie." Jake said as he watched the two men talking.

The SUV weaved through trailers and around the back parts of what they had already set up as the filming set, eventually parking outside a row of trailers that were set aside for the actors. They got out of the SUV and Jake nervously tugged at the lanyard around his neck, it even had his name on it. Anya must have pulled some strings for him to come visit her, which was so cool.

Leah led him closer to the trailers where he saw a woman sitting in a chair while another woman seemed to be finishing up some make-up or something. It took Jake a minute to realize that it was Anya sitting there. His breath caught in his throat as she noticed them standing just outside the security ropes. Anya gestured to the make-up woman and stood up.

To Jake she seemed to move in flawless slow motion. His heart seemed to beat only once a second as he watched her move toward him. Suddenly he blinked and she was upon them, her hand reaching out to take his.

"You must be Jake." She said warmly as her soft, silky hand wrapped around his. Then in the same motion she leaned towards him, and kissed him on the cheek. Jake felt her breasts mash against his chest softly, almost teasingly, and his entire body felt a zing of electricity.

She pulled back and looked at him with a wonderful smile. He couldn't believe he was here, in front of her, still holding her hand. "I....I can't believe this is real." He told her. Then he shook his head and let her hand go. "I'm sorry, I just..." He brushed his hand through his hair. "Anya Clark. Right in front of me. This is so crazy." He said looking around to see if he was about to be punked or something.

Jake let his gaze roam over Anya for a moment. She truly looked incredible, and in person she seemed even better. She was a little more petite than he thought she was, but it made her even more beautiful in his eyes. Her body was flawless, he couldn't believe someone so stunning could even be real.

He smiled at her and said, "I kept your secret. Just as promised." He said it with pride. "IT was a very hard secret to keep though, not gonna lie."

 

[Alice2015]

"Anya Clark. Right in front of me. This is so crazy."

The movie star smiled, then laughed. Jake's reaction was just about what she'd expected it to be. First the acceptance of the dance invitation, then the impromptu visit to the shoot location. Just the latter would have been enough to make most people swoon, let alone the former.

"I kept your secret. Just as promised." Jake reassured her. "It was a very hard secret to keep though, not gonna lie."

"Well, I don't think hauling you out here without notice is going to help," Anya told him as Leah lifted the security rope to allow Jake by. The film star took the taller boy by the elbow, turned, and headed toward the chair where the makeup master was waiting with a serious lack of patience. Anya walked unhurriedly across the slightly uneven ground, close to Jake, her hip sometimes contacting his. "But, I wanted to meet you before your big night. Why don't you tell me about it later, but, right now, I have to shoot this scene, okay?"

From behind Jake, Leah politely reached out to take his elbow, slowing him to a stop. Anya returned to her chair to get her cheeks finished. She flashed Jake a smile when she stood, then looked him up and down conspicuously before flashing that smile that made men hard. "You're a much better looking young man than your video let on, Jake. I just hope that someone doesn't snatch you up before the dance." She let her gaze fall and rise again, winking before saying, "I might have to send Leah out to eliminate the competition."

She turned away and headed toward where Ben, the Director, and some others were awaiting her. Intentionally, Anya let her ass sway a bit more than was natural, peeking back over at Jake once before returning to work. Back near the makeup chair, Leah leaned in closer to Jake to say softly, "She's kidding. Maybe. Maybe not."



Although the Press had been told a Clark-Taylor movie was in the works, or a Taylor-Clark movie as Ben's people called it, the plot had been kept a tightly guarded secret, so far anyway. And the scene playing out before Jake wouldn't have given away too much about it either, which was the only reason the Director had allowed a civilian to be brought to the shoot. The overall scene involved a fast moving vehicle skidding to a stop on the packed dirt between the 19th century home and largest barn, with Ben behind the wheel and Anya sitting in the passenger seat. The car wasn't actually arriving in a rush, though, as the protected historical status of the property prevented any activity that might lead to incidental damage. Instead, a computer operated camera panned for a flash as fans stirred up dust from bins, to simulate the cars arrival, followed by Anya, then Ben leaping out, leveling their weapons at the house, and acting like a couple of maniacs unloading a fierce barrage of gunfire. Of course, the guns didn't fire bullets. Hell, they barely made any noise. On the whole, the scene had a severe similarity to a couple of 8 year old kids playing cops and robbers out in the back yard of their grandparents' home.

The scene covered a short 12 seconds, was shot 22 times from a total of 6 angles, and took more than three hours to complete, during which the lighting and reflectors were expertly shifted to create a continuity of lighting. Leah offered Jake the opportunity to take a walk about to see some more of the location if he wanted it. Finally the Lighting Assistant told the Director it was time to wrap it up for the day, and Anya headed for her trailer, where Leah had delivered Jake for a quieter, less public moment with Anya.

"You're still here!" Anya said with honest surprise when she entered the trailer and found them sitting at the table. She'd lost sight of him and wasn't sure whether or not he'd endured the entirety of the filming. She shrugged her shoulders, assuming he'd gotten bored and, as she headed for the back, said, "Welcome to Hollywood."

"Shall I stick around, Miss Clark," Leah asked as she stood.

"My name is Anya," the star corrected.

Leah smiled, responding, "Yes, Miss Clark."

Anya shook her head, then looked to Jake. "I don't know, Leah. Do you think he's gonna rape or kill me?" Anya laughed as Jake was reacting, then turned for the bedroom in the back of the luxury coach and called over her shoulder, "I think we're fine, Leah. I'll text you when I need you to get Jake back home."

"Yes, Miss Clark," Leah said. She looked to Jake, studied him for a moment with that stern expression she'd worn back at the school, then pulled her jacket out to remind him of the gun on her hip. "Be good."

She smiled, showing her playfulness, then departed. From the back bedroom, through the still open door, Anya began calling out questions to Jake about his experience watching the movie: did he enjoy it, had he ever seen anything like it, could he figure it all out without the special effects that were still months away from being added in, could he figure out the overall plot (which, of course, she knew he couldn't), and more. And as she talked, Anya stripped off her boots, socks, sweat shirt, jeans, undershirt, bra, and panties and tossed them each, one after another, out through the bedroom door into the hallway, very near where Jake was sitting. (He couldn't know it, but since the clothes were her character's costume, they had to be collected and cared for by the Costuming Assistant, who would send someone to collect them later).

"So, hey, Jake, do your parents know your here?" she called, just prior to emerging from the back room...

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She didn't show any concern whatsoever that she was practically naked before the teen. "If you need to get back, Leah can take you home. Or, if you can stick around a bit longer, we could have some dinner and talk."

Anya noted Jake's reaction to her current state of undress, smiled broadly, and said, "If you saw my last movie, this is nothing."

She listened to his answer, then turned to return to her room, where she donned a loose fitting pair of sweats and slippers before returning to the living area of the coach.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake smiled when she took him by the elbow and lead him back to where she needed her makeup finished. Her hip bumped into him lightly as they walked. "Did you know your....bodyguard? is terrifying?" He asked, explaining how Leah had intercepted him after school and brought him here. "Though she did provide amazing candy on the way, so I guess it's fine. Though I am sure I'm gonna hear about it at school tomorrow." He shrugged, "I'm a writer though, so I'll make something up."

Anya flopped into the make-up chair and Jake listened as Anya explained about wanting to meet him before the big night, which was still a few weeks away. It made sense, and it was totally cool to be at a real live film set. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen though. I always wanted to see a movie get made." He said.

He blushed as Anya complimented him on being good looking, and turned an even brighter shade of red as she teased him about someone else trying to snatch him up. He didn't want to tell her about his run in with Cassie. She had tried, but only used him as a back-up because her boyfriend was suddenly out of town for the event. That wouldn't be right, and Jake deserved better which he most definitely had now.

"Thanks." He said softly. "You are even more beautiful in person. No wonder you have Leah around, she must beat guys away from your constantly." He said trying to make light of it.

"I might have to send Leah out to eliminate the competition." Anya teased as she got up fro her seat. Then she had to make her way to film her scene. Jake watched her go, and he swore she was swaying her ass for him.

Leah leaned close to his ear and whispered, "She's kidding. Maybe. Maybe not." JAke jerked in fear as he was afraid the bodyguard had caught him watching Anya's ass a bit too hard. But he couldn't help it, that sway HAD to have been a tease for him. His entire body felt like it was on fire.

While the cast and crew got set up for the start of filming, Jake pulled out his cell phone and gave his mom a call. He told her he was going to be late and not home for dinner as he was going to be out with friends. His mom warned him vaguely that it was a school night, but didn't say he had to come home. Jake got almost perfect grades and him going out on school nights wasn't all that unusual. So his folks didn't really give him any grief.

When filming began, Jake watched as closely as he was allowed. The special effects they used to make the car look like it was skidding to a halt, the almost wimpy tink tink of the fake guns firing. It was so weird but also cool seeing how the magic of what would end up on the big screen really looked like to the actors. It actually gave him a better understand of how tricky it was to act when everything around you was so fake. Anya looked amazing, the way she held her gun, the seriousness on her face as she looked at pretend bad guys. It was so cool.

It was also grueling. Jake couldn't believe just how MANY times they had to do the same fucking thing over and over again. Every few takes, the crew would pause and set up different cameras in different spots, then they would do the scene again and again. It was nuts, and it took hours.

During the filming Leah was kind enough to show Jake around to different viewing points, explaining how they did things and why. Once the filming seemed to be wrapping up, Leah tapped Jake on the shoulder and led him back to Anya's trailer. "We'll wait for Anya to close out here." Leah explained, letting Jake inside and inviting him to sit at a little center table.

"That was cool. But it seems so repetitive, I can't believe they don't go crazy doing the same shit over and over and over." Jake said.

Leah shrugged, "There are small changes that get made throughout, but yeah it can be pretty grueling. They are paid well for what they do though."

Jake nodded, "That's for sure."

It was then that the door of the trailer burst open and Anya came jumping in. She glanced at Leah and smiled, but that smile turned into a grin when she saw Jake was still there. "You're still here!" She cried in happy surprise.

Jake grinned, "Why would I leave, I'm hanging out with Anya Clark."

"Welcome to Hollywood." She told him.

Jake nodded, "That was pretty awesome to watch."

Leah cleared her throat lightly and asked if Anya wanted her to stick around. Anya glanced at Jake, "I don't know, Leah. Do you think he's gonna rape or kill me?"

Jake blushed and looked away. The very thought of such actions were crazy. He would never hurt anyone, let alone Anya. Anya laughed and moved towards the back cabin which looked like a small bedroom, "I think we're fine, Leah. I'll text you when I need you to get Jake back home."

"Yes, Miss Clark," Leah said. She looked to Jake, studied him for a moment with that stern expression she'd worn back at the school, then pulled her jacket out to remind him of the gun on her hip. "Be good."

Jake only nodded softly and watched Leah walk out the door, shutting it firmly behind her. Jake stood up and realized that he was alone with her. Alone with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In person her beauty was far more incredible than anything he had ever seen on camera.

He realized he had never been alone with a woman before. Not like this.

He also realized that Anya's clothing was flying out of the bedroom, she was undressing. Undressing and wasn't even trying to hide herself. His heart hammered in his chest and he couldn't help the tingle that rippled through his crotch. But like a gentleman, he averted his gaze as best he could. He didn't want to look at her unless she invited him to do so.....but then again, by not closing the door was she already giving him that permission?

She help distract him by asking him questions about what he saw, what he thought, that kind of stuff.

"Yeah I thought it was really cool. I found it really interesting to watch you basically act out a movie seen, but without all the movie magic around you. It puts it into a unique perspective if you know what I mean. It's kind of funny to see how fake it is, but at the same time it is cool to see how it all starts." He explained. "What I saw didn't look like they are going to use a whole LOT of special effects, so I wonder how weird something like a wizards and magic film set loo......oh."

Jake's breath caught in his throat as she emerged from the bedroom and into the narrow hallway with him. She wore only a bra and panties, her body basically completely revealed to his gaze. He swallowed hard and just looked at her. He knew he shouldn't just stare, but.....he couldn't look away either.

"So, hey, Jake, do your parents know your here?" She asked a second time, since he clearly missed it the first time.

"Uhhh....not technically. I told them I'd be home late, out with friends. But not with who....god." He whispered that last part, looking her over. "Anya....I umm...god you are beautiful." He blushed.

Anya only smiled at him, "If you saw my last movie, this is nothing."

Jake gasped, "Yeah but.....this is real. Like you are here in front of me. I could reach out...." He said lifting his hand towards her and letting it drop. "I can't touch a movie screen...." He shook his head and took a deep breath and smiled, "No no no, touching. I promise Leah I would be good." He teased, trying to make a joke out of it.

"Umm dinner sounds awesome. I'd love to have dinner with you." He looked down at himself, "I'm not exactly dress for a fancy date though.

Anya slipped back into the bedroom and returned wearing some flip-flops and sweats. Just as an assistant knocked on the door to the trailer. Anya opened it and someone came inside to gather up the "costume" she had left discarded on the floor, then disappeared quickly.

Jake blinked and turned to Anya, "So what did you have in mind?" He asked, his voice returning to normal now that she was more covered. That image of her in her underwear would stay with him for-fucking-ever though. And his balls wouldn't stop tingling. He would need to jerk off tonight for sure.

 

[Alice2015]

"Uhhh....not technically," Jake answered in response to her question about whether or not his parents knew where he was. "I told them I'd be home late, out with friends. But not with who....god."

Anya had been watching Jake's gaze rise up and down her figure, and while she hadn't come out like this intentionally to shock or tease him, it was still kind of fun to see his reaction.

"Anya....I umm...god you are beautiful."

As his face filled with a blush, she responded, "If you saw my last movie, this is nothing."

"Yeah but.....this is real. Like you are here in front of me. I could reach out...."

As his hand lifted, Anya tilted her head and lifted an eye brow, wondering whether or not she was going to have to call in Leah and her gun after all. She smiled at the thought, knowing that with the defense training she'd taken for her fourth movie, Kill'em With Kindness, she could probably break the boy in half before he ever copped his first feel.

"I can't touch a movie screen...."

"And you can't touch me either," she said, immediately laughing aloud and blushing a bit herself.

Jake smiled, telling himself, "No no no, touching. I promised Leah I would be good."

After some more chatting and a brief interruption by a costume staffer, Anya led Jake away into what was now darkness toward the other side of the encampment. She explained that the Studio had provided Ben and her their own chef, who was working out of a mobile kitchen that would put most full restaurants to shame; but they walked right past it and ended up at a rather large catering truck that was literally emblazoned with the business name of The Roach Coach Anya introduced Jake to some of the more chatty crew types, saying only that he was the son of a family friend from Lake Tahoe, here to watch the filming. (She said nothing about his Prom, of course, knowing that most of the guys and gals here today returned to their motels at night and immediately posted the day's occurrences on their social accounts.)

"Rico!" she called to the man in the catering truck. "Two of your best wraps for me and my friend here, and two bottles of water."

As they waited, Anya talked easily to the crew about the days shoot, about the craze that had occurred when a deer ran through the set area, and about the actual shooting that had occurred just before sunup. She turned to Jake and saw his expression, explaining, "Someone, probably paparazzi, flew a camera drone over the shoot this morning just after sunrise, probably shooting raw footage for one of those entertainment shows." Anya nodded toward one of the crew members, who immediately took a stance that mimicked what the star went on to explain, "Billy here had a shotgun in his pickup truck, and he put some, whad'ja call it?"

"Double ought," the man said, pretending to track the high flying drone through the air before jerking back with a, "Boom! Boom!"

Everyone laughed, and Anya continued, "He winged the damn thing on the second shot, and it came spiral down to land in a hay stack that we'd paid more than a thousand dollar to have set up for some authenticity." Anya laughed loudly, exclaiming, "Burned the fucker to the ground!"

"Had to delay shooting -- filming, I mean -- for three hours while they put the fire out," one of the guys said.

Billy cut back in, saying, "Then we had to have another haystack brought in for continuity."

As everyone had been laughing and having a great time recalling the day, Anya had without really thinking about it slid a hand around behind Jake's back, resting her hand on his far hip. As she continued to joke, she absent mindedly laid her other hand on his belly, then looked to her hand's position, then looked up into Jake's eyes as she rubbed her hand over his tight abs...

(Imagine him wearing a shirt and jeans.)

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When she realized that he realized she was checking out his fit belly, she smiled and said just for him, "I'm impressed Jake." The crew was going on with more stories, so Anya lifting herself to her tippy toes to get close to the teen's ear and whispered, "I'm surprised you don't have girls lining up to lick the crevices between those tight sixes of yours."

When she lowered to her flat feet again, Anya wore a devilish smirk that could have meant I want you, I want you now or You're hot, but your a boy and I'm a movie star, so... There was really no way of knowing, and before he could ask (if he'd had the courage to do so) a Production Assistant rushed up to take Anya by the hand.

"Emergency, Miss Clark," she announced with obvious concern. "Act 3, Scene 4, they accidentally deleted the data, so they want to shoot it again."

"Now?" Anya asked, obviously perturbed. When the PA shrugged and confirmed the answer, Anya turned to Jake and simply said, "Gotta go." She stood on her toes again, kissing Jake's cheek, before backing away, telling him, "Find Leah. She'll get you home. Sorry about this, but--" She shrugged her shoulders, turned, and disappeared into the dark behind the PA.

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake followed Anya across the field toward where he could smell the amazing offerings being served up by real Hollywood craft services. It was incredible, better even than the best restaurant in town. He felt his stomach growl as he realized he hadn't eaten in a long while.

Since it was just after a long filming day, there were a lot of people milling around the outdoor dining area. Anya introduced him to Ben, her co-star, explaining he was a family friend from Lake Tahoe. Ben shook his hand and smiled and seemed like a nice enough guy. But Anya quickly moved on, introducing the director, some camera guys, the make-up girl who had been doing Anya's make-up when Jake had first arrived.

Even Leah was there, though she was in the back of the crowd milling about with some other bodygaurd types.

Anya took him to the food truck and orders two wraps and two bottles of water for them. Jake smiled as they milled about further, laughing at the story about a drone trying to sneak footage for TMZ or something like that. They shot it out of the air and ended up setting their own shit on fire. It was hilarious, and rather ironic.

As they spoke to people, Jake felt Anya's hand curl around his back. He tried not to make any sudden noises or even acknowledge the fact that she seemed to be exploring her "family friend" with her hands. But he couldn't help but look at her in surprise as her palm pressed to his stomach, feeling his abs through his shirt.

"I'm impressed Jake." The crew was going on with more stories, so Anya lifting herself to her tippy toes to get close to the teen's ear and whispered, "I'm surprised you don't have girls lining up to lick the crevices between those tight sixes of yours."

Jake blushed and shivered slightly as her breath blew into his ear when she spoke. He trembled as her fingers dug against his shirt to feel him. Anya lowered herself back to her feet and gave Jake the most incredible smile he had ever seen. A smile that spoke some kind of desire or teasing lust in such a way that he had never seen from a woman before. It was a smile that ignited his blood.

He opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly a PA came up to Anya and hurriedly explained that a scene was lost and needed immediate refilming. Jake felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown upon him, as Anya was pulled away. She apologized and told him to have Leah take him back.

Dejected Jake sighed and hung his head. Talk about a sudden ending. "HEy you!" A voice called, Jake turned to see the chef from the food truck holding out two wraps. "Here are your wraps. Where'd Ms. Clark go?"

Jake went over to him and shook his head, "They called her for an emergancy reshoot." HE explained.

The cook hung his head, "Alright I'll have an someone run her wrap to her." He said, taking one of the tinfoil covered wraps away. "But here is yours." He said holding out the other one.

Jake took it, "Thanks."

"Bottle water in the ice chest over there." The cook pointed.

Jake nodded and went to grab a bottle, then he looked around for Leah. He found her in the back still talking with other security folks. "Leah, sorry." He said, as he intrupted her. "Anya got called to emergency filming, so she asked me to have you take me back." He explained, unable to hide the disappointment from his voice.

 

[Alice2015]

"That happens, kid," Leah responded casually. She made her farewells to the other gun-toters, gestured Jake to follow her, and led him back to the SUV. They boarded up again and shot away, passing through the familiar security checkpoint on their way back to Victorville. They chatted casually about the shoot and Jake’s experience for a few miles.

“So, what did you think of Anya?” Leah asked finally. She listened to the teen’s answer, then said in a casual tone that two guys might use in the locker room, “Yeah, I’d like to get naked and sweaty with that one. You know, if I wasn’t on the job, I mean.” She glanced Jake’s direction, winking suggestively. In response to his response, Leah asked, “You know she’s a lesbian, right?”

(OOC: Read PM now.)

 

[TheRPGuru]

Jake sat in the SUV in silence for a minute, watching the set lights fade into the rear so Leah drove away. They well well onto the highway before either of them said anything, but it was okay with Jake. He kept thinking about Anya in her underwear and how she had been rubbing on his stomach. It had turned him on, of course. But Anya Clark was a famous celebrity, there was no way in hell he would ever have a chance with a girl like her.

“So, what did you think of Anya?” Leah asked finally. The sound made Jake jump, as if Leah had been reading his mind.

He glanced at her, "She's awesome. So nice for a celeb too. Like I was impressed with how down to Earth she is." He told her. "Fucking stunningly hot too. Like I don't even think the movies do her justice." He explained.

“Yeah, I’d like to get naked and sweaty with that one. You know, if I wasn’t on the job, I mean.” Leah nodded, glancing at him.

Jake blushed, "Who wouldn't?" He shrugged, unaware that Leah was a Lesbian. Or possibly Bi. But it made sense considering her job was a rough and tough job. Sterotypical kind of, but no big deal.

Leah asked, “You know she’s a lesbian, right?”

Jake coughed and turned to her, "Really!?" He asked in shock. "But I've seen her out with dudes and she was touching on me......."" He sighed. "Well not that it matters, it was fantasy that I'd get with her anyway. You must think I'm pretty dumb." He shook his head. "Like a daydreaming kid. God...that's...cool though. Good for her."

He shrugged, "And hey at least i don't have to impress her now. I mean not as much. Takes some nervousness off of me actually." He nodded.

 

[Alice2015]

Leah was quite surprised with how well the boy had taken the news. Males 13 to 63 had been beating off to the fantasy of doing Anya Clark for years. Hell, so had Leah, but her professionalism had protected her from the goo goo ga ga reaction most people had when they met the young Celeb the first time.

The finished the drive in silence, with the exception of asking Jake to direct her to his house. Once there, she informed him, "I'm on standby Saturday. You k ow, in case you need a ride out to the shoot again. I'm sure Anya would enjoy having you there again. You know, if you're still interested in it."

By it, Leah had actually meant her, Anya Clark. But Leah wasn't about to come out and ask Do you still like her now that you know she eats pussy rather than sucks cock? she offered her business card, explained how to use the security connection code that was onky good during her time on this job, then told Jake good night.

As Jacob was heading into the house, his phone chimed with a new text message. It came from a number that he wouldn't recognize and read Hi this is Melanie Anya's personal assistant. She wanted you to know that she had a wonderful time tonight and can't wait to see you again. Remember hush hush.

 

[TheRPGuru]

They rode in silence the rest of the way to Jake's house. He thought about Anya eating pussy and the way that LEah had said it, as if it would suddenly make him not like Anya. But the thing was, Jake was out of Anya's league anyway. Even is she wasn't gay, it wouldn't matter. It wasn't like Jake held some kind of delusion that Anya would fall in love with him or something stupid like that. So the fact that Anya was a taco eater meant nothing to him.

Yet the way Leah offered her number and told him about Saturday suggested that she expected him to be turned off by it now.

But Jake only smiled at her and nodded, "Hell yeah, that was fun! I'm totally down for Saturday, I mean how cool is it to watch a movie get made? And to hand out with the stars? It's like a lifetime opportunity."

He waved, "Thanks Leah, I'll hit you up for Saturday for sure." He smiled and headed into his house.

As he got back to his bedroom, his phone buzzed and he glanced at the message. Apparently Anya had her assistant send him a note and it made Jake smile. She was looking forward to seeing him again. How cool was that? Jake had the chance here to become legit friends with a celebrity. That was uncanny. The school would be jealous when they learned that he was friends with Anya Clark.

He pictured talking to people like, "Oh yeah me and Anya totally hang out all the time. We had lunch a week ago, it was pretty chill you know?"

He laughed to himself at the stupid thought.

He replied to Melanie: It was super cool! Tell Anya that Leah offered to bring me back out there on Saturday so I will totally see her then! Also I hope she got her wrap from the cook, because I ate it on the way home and it was incredible! Thanks.

Jake tossed the phone aside and flopped onto his bed. "Dude I totally know Anya Clark." He chuckled to himself before rolling over to sleep.