rokkerr wrote:.... now as fate would have it. I had to go back to England again, and with instructions from my boss at the time to play nice with the guy in England who was giving me a hard time. Little did anyone know I was running around Los Angeles with Vicky Vette and having camshows run from my apartment. That being said a ticket back to England was what I had... and an all important meeting with my nemesis at work. I told Vicky she did not have to drive me to the airport but she insisted. I also told her that I was not sure when I would be back but it would be soon (I had no ticket..... only a dream). She dropped me off at the airport and it was a strange feeling of massive sadness. Those long haul flights non-stop to England are bizarre. 10 hours or so after a long weekend of sex, pornstars, an unhappy workplace and heading from Los Angeles to the South of England can play tricks with your head. But being told 'I miss you already' was comforting. Vicky gave me one of her 8x10's to keep me company on the ride back to England. I kept checking it in my briefcase to make sure it was real....
I have to admit that by the time I got back to England I was wiped out. A mixture of surreal, fantasy and reality. The first thing I did was call her to see if she felt the same way and to my relief she said how much she missed me. For a day I walked around a tiny town in England known best for its' old folks and the Number 1 spot in England for suicides thinking... is this where I should be? The next day I had an appointment with my McDonald's style US boss to 'play nice' and see if I was gonna still be working for the company. It was a harrowing 2 hours. I was berraded at a local coffee shop for having blood shot eyes, looking tired, and having evidently spending all of my time partying it up while I was in England. As proof I was told that my hands shake too much (a childhood thing that happens to me to this day, that my eyes were bloodshot). I was told... 'the only thing that is for sure is you are not working here anymore'. It was shocking to say the least, but then again I could not tell him what was going on in my private life... so I called my main boss in Los Angeles and said.. is this the end of the road? No, I was told... take two weeks off until I fly out to England and I will meet with you to work out what we are going to do.
So there I was... in the cold of England, crushed by time changes and traveling, with my job hanging in the balance, told to be mellow for a couple of weeks, and with Vicky Vette in my apartment.... so I did what any self respecting guy would do under the circumstances - went over to Lastminute.com, found a hideously expensive flight BACK to Los Angeles the next day and called Vicky Vette saying... 'errr... I don't want to be like a stalker but, er.... do you want to go on a date this weekend? I can be there Friday night'
To be continued............
It's been a while since my last post... here goes nothing...
New installment....
So when you call a superstar like Vicky Vette and say 'hey, do you want to go on a date this weekend'... you expect failure. I mean... who could really believe that a girl like that is going to say yes? She's supposed to say something like 'sorry, I have a gangbang planned this weekend' or 'don't call me again or I will get a restraining order'. To my relief Vicky said 'what do you mean.. aren't you in England?' I said flying 10 hours wasn't a big deal and that I could be in Los Angeles at the airport by 8pm Friday. I told her, "hey... don't worry... I am not coming to sleep in my apartment, I will stay at my friend's place.'' To my surprise she said "oh don't be silly you can sleep at your apartment AND I'll pick you up a the airport''. After I practically fell on the floor, I told her that was silly... and not to go out of her way. She insisted however. 10 hours on a plane headed to Los Angeles with dreams of Vicky Vette picking you up curbside is a pretty awesome thing. It's kind of like heading to Disneyland with an all access pass. You just can't wait to get there. You half feel like a King but half expect her not to show up. Sure enough and true to her word, Vicky picked me up at the airport. I was of course dead tired so we headed back to my place (which she was renting). So what do you do when you head to Los Angeles on a Friday night with Vicky Vette? Very important to try and impress a girl so we grabbed a bite to eat at my favorite spot on Sunset Boulevard (which is now closed). The waiter knew me there and practically was giving me high fives when I went to the restroom. After a nice dinner back to bed to in theory catch up on the sleep that I hadn't gotten. I told Vicky with true chivalry 'don't worry I'll sleep on the couch'. She laughed and said 'don't be silly'. I tried to sleep... really I did but Vicky came into 'sleep' too. Fuck that. We had sex. Some would call it sex. Some would call it making love. It was sex with Vicky Vette. You half don't believe it's happening and half are worried that she's going to laugh at your performance. I do remember thinking ''make it last you idiot! don't cum too soon!" It was amazing sex but I am not going to lie... I had a major fail. When I was about to cum, having seen it so many times in a porn before... I whispered ''do you want it on your face?". I soon realized from the look of disappointment that's NOT what porn girls want because they do that every day in their scenes. Guys are not allowed to cum inside girls in videos. That was the last thing Vicky wanted. Cumming inside a pornstar is like a bucket list item but better. Who gives a shit about going to see the Egyptian pyramids when you can explode inside a pornstar.
Sex on a first date... we joked that's a great way to get to know someone but in the back of my mind I'm thinking... ''did I measure up to the studs she bangs during the week'' ''was I pathetic'' ''when she said 'wow that was amazing' was she humoring me? Surreal.... I was in a no man's land at work and having sex with the hottest woman on the planet. Was it just a one night stand? How was the rest of the trip going to work out?
To be continued...
