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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,720
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Education of Denise Richards
The Education of Denise Richards
Chapter One
Those who forget history
By Lude
January 1997
Having just spent the last two hours being totally and utterly horrified, Steve Guthridge got up and walked. He had to get some air. He had to get out of the screening room. He couldn’t spend one more minute in a Hollywood crowd so full of itself, so full of self-adulation, if not almost literally ejaculation. He had to escape…or he would…get violent. Following him into the lobby, Denise Richards ran to catch up.
With a stunningly pretty face and luscious lips, Denise has is world famous for deep blue eyes that you can lose yourself in. Her soft blonde hair hung about her smooth tan shoulders. Hugging her voluptuous hourglass figure, Denise wore a pair of tight red spandex pants, that accentuating her wonderful backside.
In the embodiment of a dream, Denworewore a small white T-shirt, which clung so snuggly that her firm breasts threatened to burst out. From first hand experience, I knew her abundant bosoms were evenly tanned and firm, yet also, soft and pliable. Squashing her prefect twin globes together, her bra allowed easy viewing of her wonderful cleavage. Full and supple, her large, amazing breasts jiggled as she hurried to reach Steve’s side, displaying two of the main ‘points’ why’d she would be later voted the World’s Ninth Sexiest Woman in 2001.
Denise smiled, as she exclaimed. “Steve, wasn’t it a great movie? It certainly had been good luck having Paul Verhoeven as our director!”
Steve looked at Denise oddly, wondering how he could honestly voice any criticisms of a movie she’d just starred in. But Denise continued speaking before he could say anything.
“I just loved that movie. It\'s just a shame that, when a smart director creates a convincing future world, so few people seem to get it. But when James Cameron and Stephen Spielberg create utterly stupid, paper-thin visions of the future, audiences find them acceptable. No wonder movies are so bad these days…”
Speechless, Steve shook his head. He knew who Paul Verhoeven was. Steve knew that Verhoeven directed the Robocop Movies combining science fiction with a keen sense of social satire, not to mention supplying enough violence to satisfy even the most voracious bloodlust. But when Verhoeven did the movie Starship Troopers, he completely ignored Robert Heinlein\'s inspired classic sci-fi novel.
“…Denise,” Steve cut her off, regaining his voice, “while I’m certain you’re not a innocent virgin anymore, don’t be naive. That movie was an abomination of a classic novel by Robert Heinlein. The only things in common are the character names. The rest is a crude insult to one of the best books, in my humble opinion, in the genre.”
Seemingly having not heard what he’d just said, Denise retorted. “Steve, why did you laugh so hard? I thought you’d lose it when the school kids were stomped the bugs.”
“It was completely idiotic!” He reiterated, “Verhoeven must have hated Robert Heinlein, a *triple* Hugo award winner. That movie retains nothing of the thought provoking social arguments, which many people, including myself, believe are both astounding and groundbreaking. Keep in mind this novel was written in 1959, before space travel, before computers, and many of the other aspects of life we take for granted today.”
Steve knew it was wrong to be so upset about just a movie. But Robert Heinlein’s, Star Ship Troops, one of his favorite books, deserved better than the piece of shit he’d just watched. Denise stared at him with a blank face, as he continued.
“Verhoeven grew up in Holland during the Nazi occupation. He must have taken the book’s title, Starship Troopers, literally as in Nazi Storm Troopers. He completely missed Heinlein’s meaning of associating the soldiers in story with the noble cavalry trooper of the great American west. In fact, I heard that Verhoeven contemptuously didn’t even bother to read Heinlein’s book. To the utter horror of true science-fiction literature fans, an epic adventure was turned into a simplistic, yet scathing satire of World War II fascist propaganda.”
Denise continued to silently stare at him, her eyes full of doubt. Knowing that he’d better emphasize what little positive there was, Steve continued. “I do emit, that the movie was a special effects extravaganza, with heavily armed Earth forces go off to battle vast hordes of alien \"bugs\". I thought the graphic action sequences were really intense and the arachnids were marvels of state-of-the-art special-effects technology.”
“Yea, but it was a blue screen to me,” Denise retorted to Steve’s surprise. Her expression finally showing some comprehension of what he’d had been saying. “The space battles were a big disappointment when I saw that most of my work ended up on the cutting room floor in the final screening. Of course, Steve, I do get how the gung-ho propaganda was meant to be satirical. Just as taking a lot of characters from Melrose Place and putting them into a gruesome movie like Platoon was also intentional.
“Hummm…beyond the mindless action and corny political satire, over acting and nudity are all this movie has to offer. It’s too bad you didn’t just happen to show up during the shower scene.” Steve smiled a toothy grin.
Denise laughed, ““Maybe you’re right. It would have made it easy to ignore all the mindless action and shallow acting. Maybe we should nick name it, Melrose Place…gets spaced!”
Steve nodded again. He’d realized that many of the movies young and gorgeous cast looked like they’d been recruited from shows like Beverly Hills 90210. Hell, Denise was in fact one of them.
“Denise…” Steve looked into her pretty blue eyes and reached for her. Wrapping both his hands around her slim waist, he told her. “I’m sorry about getting up on the soap box. I’m…really glad you invited me to come out.”
“Yeah, so I am.” Denise smiled up at Steve. “I’m sorry the movie sucks. I know that Heinlein is one of your favorite authors.” As she spoke, Denise could feel his mood changing.
A little later, as soon they were in Denise’s high-rise penthouse, Steve reached up to fondle her magnificent breasts as his erection grew in her soft fingers.
“Hummm,” displaying her wonderful smile, Denise asked. “Mr. Guthridge, would you like to dance?”
Lustfully, Steve smiled back, nodding eagerly. Falling to her knees, Denise unzipped his pants. Then, taking his penis her mouth, they both relived a fond memory of an event that had happened long ago, at a high school far, far away.
Chapter One
Those who forget history
By Lude
January 1997
Having just spent the last two hours being totally and utterly horrified, Steve Guthridge got up and walked. He had to get some air. He had to get out of the screening room. He couldn’t spend one more minute in a Hollywood crowd so full of itself, so full of self-adulation, if not almost literally ejaculation. He had to escape…or he would…get violent. Following him into the lobby, Denise Richards ran to catch up.
With a stunningly pretty face and luscious lips, Denise has is world famous for deep blue eyes that you can lose yourself in. Her soft blonde hair hung about her smooth tan shoulders. Hugging her voluptuous hourglass figure, Denise wore a pair of tight red spandex pants, that accentuating her wonderful backside.
In the embodiment of a dream, Denworewore a small white T-shirt, which clung so snuggly that her firm breasts threatened to burst out. From first hand experience, I knew her abundant bosoms were evenly tanned and firm, yet also, soft and pliable. Squashing her prefect twin globes together, her bra allowed easy viewing of her wonderful cleavage. Full and supple, her large, amazing breasts jiggled as she hurried to reach Steve’s side, displaying two of the main ‘points’ why’d she would be later voted the World’s Ninth Sexiest Woman in 2001.
Denise smiled, as she exclaimed. “Steve, wasn’t it a great movie? It certainly had been good luck having Paul Verhoeven as our director!”
Steve looked at Denise oddly, wondering how he could honestly voice any criticisms of a movie she’d just starred in. But Denise continued speaking before he could say anything.
“I just loved that movie. It\'s just a shame that, when a smart director creates a convincing future world, so few people seem to get it. But when James Cameron and Stephen Spielberg create utterly stupid, paper-thin visions of the future, audiences find them acceptable. No wonder movies are so bad these days…”
Speechless, Steve shook his head. He knew who Paul Verhoeven was. Steve knew that Verhoeven directed the Robocop Movies combining science fiction with a keen sense of social satire, not to mention supplying enough violence to satisfy even the most voracious bloodlust. But when Verhoeven did the movie Starship Troopers, he completely ignored Robert Heinlein\'s inspired classic sci-fi novel.
“…Denise,” Steve cut her off, regaining his voice, “while I’m certain you’re not a innocent virgin anymore, don’t be naive. That movie was an abomination of a classic novel by Robert Heinlein. The only things in common are the character names. The rest is a crude insult to one of the best books, in my humble opinion, in the genre.”
Seemingly having not heard what he’d just said, Denise retorted. “Steve, why did you laugh so hard? I thought you’d lose it when the school kids were stomped the bugs.”
“It was completely idiotic!” He reiterated, “Verhoeven must have hated Robert Heinlein, a *triple* Hugo award winner. That movie retains nothing of the thought provoking social arguments, which many people, including myself, believe are both astounding and groundbreaking. Keep in mind this novel was written in 1959, before space travel, before computers, and many of the other aspects of life we take for granted today.”
Steve knew it was wrong to be so upset about just a movie. But Robert Heinlein’s, Star Ship Troops, one of his favorite books, deserved better than the piece of shit he’d just watched. Denise stared at him with a blank face, as he continued.
“Verhoeven grew up in Holland during the Nazi occupation. He must have taken the book’s title, Starship Troopers, literally as in Nazi Storm Troopers. He completely missed Heinlein’s meaning of associating the soldiers in story with the noble cavalry trooper of the great American west. In fact, I heard that Verhoeven contemptuously didn’t even bother to read Heinlein’s book. To the utter horror of true science-fiction literature fans, an epic adventure was turned into a simplistic, yet scathing satire of World War II fascist propaganda.”
Denise continued to silently stare at him, her eyes full of doubt. Knowing that he’d better emphasize what little positive there was, Steve continued. “I do emit, that the movie was a special effects extravaganza, with heavily armed Earth forces go off to battle vast hordes of alien \"bugs\". I thought the graphic action sequences were really intense and the arachnids were marvels of state-of-the-art special-effects technology.”
“Yea, but it was a blue screen to me,” Denise retorted to Steve’s surprise. Her expression finally showing some comprehension of what he’d had been saying. “The space battles were a big disappointment when I saw that most of my work ended up on the cutting room floor in the final screening. Of course, Steve, I do get how the gung-ho propaganda was meant to be satirical. Just as taking a lot of characters from Melrose Place and putting them into a gruesome movie like Platoon was also intentional.
“Hummm…beyond the mindless action and corny political satire, over acting and nudity are all this movie has to offer. It’s too bad you didn’t just happen to show up during the shower scene.” Steve smiled a toothy grin.
Denise laughed, ““Maybe you’re right. It would have made it easy to ignore all the mindless action and shallow acting. Maybe we should nick name it, Melrose Place…gets spaced!”
Steve nodded again. He’d realized that many of the movies young and gorgeous cast looked like they’d been recruited from shows like Beverly Hills 90210. Hell, Denise was in fact one of them.
“Denise…” Steve looked into her pretty blue eyes and reached for her. Wrapping both his hands around her slim waist, he told her. “I’m sorry about getting up on the soap box. I’m…really glad you invited me to come out.”
“Yeah, so I am.” Denise smiled up at Steve. “I’m sorry the movie sucks. I know that Heinlein is one of your favorite authors.” As she spoke, Denise could feel his mood changing.
A little later, as soon they were in Denise’s high-rise penthouse, Steve reached up to fondle her magnificent breasts as his erection grew in her soft fingers.
“Hummm,” displaying her wonderful smile, Denise asked. “Mr. Guthridge, would you like to dance?”
Lustfully, Steve smiled back, nodding eagerly. Falling to her knees, Denise unzipped his pants. Then, taking his penis her mouth, they both relived a fond memory of an event that had happened long ago, at a high school far, far away.