Chp 2
The two girls were still laughing as they entered Mel's office. They got a dirty look from his secretary as Cherie walked into the office without even knocking.
"You know, the point of the door is to knock" Mel exclaimed standing up. Mel was both of the girls agents, and was the most influential agent in NY.
"Mel, you know I don't like doors. You should keep it open." Cherie stated. She sat down in an arm chair. Santara sat as well, after shutting the door after them.
"So, what did you want?" Santara huffed. "I was about to get a piece of ass....this better be good" she thought.
"Well, Santara, I wanted to let you know, that the In Theater with your face on the cover is out today. And People wants you on their next cover." Mel said. He sat down and pulled out a cigar.
"Damn, bitch. Ms. Cover Model" Cherie mocked
"Shut the fuck up" Santara laughed. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I wish you wouldn't smoke in front of me, Mel. Now I got to smoke." Santara lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply. Cherie looked at them in amusement.
"You guys are funny. OK, so you have the cover? I want to see how hot San looks" Cherie laughed. Santara shot her a dirty look. Mel reached under his desk and pulled out a copy. Cherie grabbed it.
"Man, if I were a lesbian, I'd fuck you" Cherie laughed again, and passed the magazine to Santara. She looked at herself in the picture. Her hair had been curled and was unusually bouncy. Her dark blue eyes had a piercing stare to them. She wore no makeup, but she didn't look plain, or unmade up. She smiled to herself, she had worked hard to look like she did.
"So, when does People require my presence?" Santara asked. She placed the magazine back on Mel's desk, and put her cigarette out in his ashtray.
"Next week. And, can you please not be late to the shoot." Mel narrowed his eyes. She had been late to her last shoot. What Mel didn't know was she had been late because of a run in with a very attractive masseuse.
"I'll try, Mel. Is that all you wanted?"
"Yes, that's it." Mel dismissed them. Cherie and Santara got up, and tried to think of how to occupy themselves before the show at 4.
"Man, you have to get me a damn ticket" AJ practically shouted into his phone.
"I'll try, OK?" John replied. AJ hung up. He was determined to see the damn show, just to see Santara again. He had bought the issue of In Theater, and read the article on her. Then he had bought another Theater magazine, hoping they would talk about her some more. Lucky for him, she was in almost every one he looked at. She was a hot commodity these days. AJ sat down on the hotel bed, and huffed. Somewhere was the biggest show on Broadway, and he couldn't get a ticket. He picked up one on the magazines, and stared at her face. He was just starting to think about what he would do next time they met, when their was a knock on the door. AJ went and answered it, still grumpy.
"Are you still carrying around that damn thing?" Howie asked, peering at the magazine in AJ's hand.
"Shut up." AJ remarked. He walked back into his room, Howie following.
"So, any luck with the tickets?"
"No. The fucking show is booked solid. We are only here for a couple more days!" AJ flipped open the pages, looking at the other pictures. He had been happy to find out a way to find both she and Cherie. They were both in the show, and if he could get tickets, he was taking Nick. Nick needed to be trained by chicks like that, AJ thought to himself. He knew he wouldn't mind being roughed up by them.
"Well, maybe someone will come through with some tickets......like, your best friend..." Howie said. He smiled and sat on the other bed.
"What?" AJ asked, now interested.
"Well, it seems, I had unconsciously bought two tickets to see this show a few months ago. I was going to take Sarah, but I think that you can have the tickets. Sarah and I can find more productive thing to do." Howie produced the tickets from his pocket, and handed them to AJ.
"Holy....I cant believe this! Thanks D!" AJ exclaimed. "Are you sure Sarah wont mind?"
"No, I'll keep her mind off that." Howie laughed.
"I owe you.....so, this is for tonight?"
"No, tomorrow night. Starts at 5 I think."
"That's so awsome. Thanks so much."
"No problem." Howie replied. He walked out, leaving AJ alone with the magazine.
The next night, AJ dressed in the nicest suit he had brought. He hadn't been able to persuade Nick to come, so he was going alone. He arrived at the theater, and realized he was slightly overdressed. The seats were right up next to the stage, so he would have a perfect view. He settled between his empty seat, and an old grumpy looking guy. He had made a plan to go backstage after the show, and approach her in her dressing room. He just hoped everything would go as planned. The show started, and AJ was assaulted by Santara in very little clothing. Seeing her dance around, half naked, had him hard from the first 10 minutes of the show till the end. he knew the show was about sexuality, but he didn't realize Santara would be very scantily clad. After the show, he went in search of the dressing rooms.
Santara started taking of her makeup. She had yet to change into her real clothes when there was a soft knock at the dressing room door. She threw the door open, expecting to see Cherie. She was instead met by AJ's smiling face.
"Hi," he said. He looked her up and down. She could feel the heat coming off of his body.
"Hi yourself.." She retorted, as she took him in. She stopped when she noticed the bulge in his pants. She smiled, and stood back, letting him enter the room.
"How'd you ever find me?" She asked.
"It wasn't that hard." AJ responded. He smiled and walked towards the couch that sat in the room.
"Speaking of hard..." Santara muttered under her breath.
"I enjoyed the show." AJ said. If he had heard her remark, he ignored it.
"Really." She said. She stopped talking to look him over again. He was wearing a dark blue suit, the pants were too big, his jacket looked slightly messy, and his tie really didn't match. But, he looked extremely sexy. His hair without the baseball cap showed he had blond tips, and his hair was up and spiky. She looked at his bulge again and raised her eyebrows and smiled. She licked her lips. She herd him groan quietly. She walked over o him and sat dangerously close to him on the couch. She leaned over to him. "What was you favorite part?" She asked, smiling. He gulped, and almost tried to back away. Then he straightened a little.
"You were" he said deeply. She smiled. She leaned close, just about to kiss him when she pulled away.
"Well, AJ, I was wondering, I am throwing a party at my apartment tonight, would you like to come?" She stood up.
"Sure....." AJ responded. He was slightly startled she hadn't asked him to take he on the couch. She knew he was ready, he had seen her staring.
"Good," she replied. She gave him her usual smile, and turned around again. She slowly took off her shirt, and grabbed another one, and put it on, making sure AJ would see only her back naked, for now at least. She turned around, and smiled at AJ's expression. He sat on the couch, his mouth hanging open.
"Aren't you afraid you'll catch flies?" she teased. She pulled off her shorts, and threw them across the room. She grabbed a skirt, and pulled it up. She smiled at him. He stood up, thinking she was ready. She put her hands under her skirt, and AJ watched as she took off her panties, throwing them across the room as well. She smiled at him again.
"Are you ready?" She asked. He shook is head yes, unable to talk. She walked swiftly out of the dressing room, AJ following behind her. Santara stopped to wave at Cherie, and they left. She let AJ hold open the cab door for her. They got into the car and she "accidentally" ran her hand over his erection. Santara could barely hold the laughter she felt, after hearing AJ's reactions to everything she was doing. She knew he was turned on, but she enjoyed making men squirm. They pulled to her building, and she hopped out quickly, leaving AJ to pay for the cab. He followed her into the building, and watched her face as she stared at the elevator door n their ride up to the apartment. She opened the door to a dark and very empty apartment.
"I thought you said there was a party?" AJ asked, looking around. Santara turned around and smiled wickedly.
"We are the party."
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