The Filmstar
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,943
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Filmstar
I smiled slightly as I saw him leaning in the corner, sipping the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes slipping around it slowly. It was the second time I had seen him here, and it wasn’t a disappointment. His face was familiar and exciting. Where did I know him from? He looked up, glancing around the club as I looked back down at my own glass, I didn’t want to be caught staring. He couldn’t have been that much older than me, maybe a few years, but he had that dark and dangerous, yet knowing look that most around my age didn’t have. It was a knowing look you usually placed with a father as he is told his child was caught misbehaving at school. That “ah, kids will be kids look”, it was slightly unnerving.
I glanced at my friends, this was our usual Friday night, hit a few bars before O Bar to while away the rest of a night where there was no pressure to get up in the morning. It wasn’t uncommon for us to continue to a late club, if we could get in, but usually, without a known face, it was difficult. The man looked like he’d never have any problems getting in anywhere, the loose “I’ve just come from work” suit clung in all the right places, especially his ass, which I realised, from when he turned to go back to the bar, was even more delectable than his face. I smirked, perfect opportunity, my glass was practically empty anyway.
Walking over to the bar, I feel my heart starting to race; stupid that I should be so attracted to a man I have only seen twice. He turns as I move through to stand next to him. His blue eyes shine in the lights above the bar when he smiles, perfect white teeth you would expect on a movie star. The barman moves through the customers quickly, most only asking for bottles anyway.
“I’ll have a double Jack Daniels, ice.” the man states simply when the barman approaches him. His accent is American, I note quickly. It doesn’t surprise me; all the best looking men in London are always American. Usually on flying business trips before they fly back. The barman nods and turns, pouring the drink with the amazing efficiency I have come to expect from here. As he returns, the man smirks and thanks him. “And whatever the lady would like.” He nods towards me as the barman acknowledges my presence. I stand; shocked momentarily before smiling broadly.
“I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” I state, turning my body towards the man. “Thank you.”
“All a matter of timing. I almost bought a drink for that bald man behind you.” He smirked. I turned, the slightly larger man behind me watching for the barman, his thinning hair letting his head shine like the man’s eyes.
“Well, I am sure he would have appreciated it.” I laugh, nodding thanks to the barman as he hands over my drink. The man hands over a ten pound note without even glancing at the barman, his eyes not leaving my face as I take a sip of my drink.
“I am sure he would have assumed a difference in my sexuality and threaten to bottle me. Nothing would surprise me here.” He looks around as if there were a bar brawl in the corner using pool cues and broken barstools. You have to go to the other end of town for that stuff.
“If you’d have ordered a martini, I might have believed you.” My eyebrows are raised, and he smirks, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before drinking a small amount.
“But Bond drank Martini’s, surely you don’t think he was gay.” He laughed lowly.
“Bond had a secretary called Moneypenny, and always dressed impeccably. You must have at least been suspicious.” I smirk. “Anyone who has that many accessories has to at least be a little feminine.” He laughed, loudly, his eyes shining even more than before, and when his laughter subsided, his smile didn’t.
Holding out his hand, I let my own slip into it as he held it gently, moving it up, then down, only once.
“David.”
“Lissy. Nice to meet you, David. Thank you for the drink.”
“Thank you for the conversation. It lightens up a boring night.”
“You call this boring? I would say it is more eventful than most.” A half smile, it’s all it takes.
“That all depends on the outcome.” He smirks, just as I turn and walk away. Turning back, half way across the bar, I smile gently at him, my eyes half lidded as I look up at him from a tilted head. From the bar, he smiles back, and nods. Maybe tonight will be more eventful than I thought.
I glanced at my friends, this was our usual Friday night, hit a few bars before O Bar to while away the rest of a night where there was no pressure to get up in the morning. It wasn’t uncommon for us to continue to a late club, if we could get in, but usually, without a known face, it was difficult. The man looked like he’d never have any problems getting in anywhere, the loose “I’ve just come from work” suit clung in all the right places, especially his ass, which I realised, from when he turned to go back to the bar, was even more delectable than his face. I smirked, perfect opportunity, my glass was practically empty anyway.
Walking over to the bar, I feel my heart starting to race; stupid that I should be so attracted to a man I have only seen twice. He turns as I move through to stand next to him. His blue eyes shine in the lights above the bar when he smiles, perfect white teeth you would expect on a movie star. The barman moves through the customers quickly, most only asking for bottles anyway.
“I’ll have a double Jack Daniels, ice.” the man states simply when the barman approaches him. His accent is American, I note quickly. It doesn’t surprise me; all the best looking men in London are always American. Usually on flying business trips before they fly back. The barman nods and turns, pouring the drink with the amazing efficiency I have come to expect from here. As he returns, the man smirks and thanks him. “And whatever the lady would like.” He nods towards me as the barman acknowledges my presence. I stand; shocked momentarily before smiling broadly.
“I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” I state, turning my body towards the man. “Thank you.”
“All a matter of timing. I almost bought a drink for that bald man behind you.” He smirked. I turned, the slightly larger man behind me watching for the barman, his thinning hair letting his head shine like the man’s eyes.
“Well, I am sure he would have appreciated it.” I laugh, nodding thanks to the barman as he hands over my drink. The man hands over a ten pound note without even glancing at the barman, his eyes not leaving my face as I take a sip of my drink.
“I am sure he would have assumed a difference in my sexuality and threaten to bottle me. Nothing would surprise me here.” He looks around as if there were a bar brawl in the corner using pool cues and broken barstools. You have to go to the other end of town for that stuff.
“If you’d have ordered a martini, I might have believed you.” My eyebrows are raised, and he smirks, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before drinking a small amount.
“But Bond drank Martini’s, surely you don’t think he was gay.” He laughed lowly.
“Bond had a secretary called Moneypenny, and always dressed impeccably. You must have at least been suspicious.” I smirk. “Anyone who has that many accessories has to at least be a little feminine.” He laughed, loudly, his eyes shining even more than before, and when his laughter subsided, his smile didn’t.
Holding out his hand, I let my own slip into it as he held it gently, moving it up, then down, only once.
“David.”
“Lissy. Nice to meet you, David. Thank you for the drink.”
“Thank you for the conversation. It lightens up a boring night.”
“You call this boring? I would say it is more eventful than most.” A half smile, it’s all it takes.
“That all depends on the outcome.” He smirks, just as I turn and walk away. Turning back, half way across the bar, I smile gently at him, my eyes half lidded as I look up at him from a tilted head. From the bar, he smiles back, and nods. Maybe tonight will be more eventful than I thought.