At Last We Meet

[Julian]

The Viper Room - Part 1

'What a ass!', his mind screamed as he cupped it, the beautiful woman strolling next to him. In the distance of the Hollywood hills, the sun began to set. A day of the usual tourist picture taking and some dinner had made a grand memory for them both. Julian giggled very so often when young men would whistle, then creep up quietly, asking for an autograph. Despite the lack of fame, she looked very bit the California porn starlet, which made Julian smile. Her radiance shone like the lights of the boulevard, awash with the glow of a million cars. She always made the consonants flourish into a balloon animal-like shape, then smiled, kissing them on the cheek. No one could really tell what her name was, but she let them smile about it, giving them a pleasant memory.

As three young men in Greek-lettered t-shirts swarmed about her, Julian held their camera, focusing on the faces of the men. They were going out of their minds with a desire to grope and molest her, but kept it in, as Julian looked somewhat vicious in his wrap-around shades. She was hotter than the sidewalk as they went from place to place, occassionally signing autographs. She wondered what Julian said to one group of young men who left giggling and slapping hands in a jovial manner.

"What did you say to them", she inquired calmly.

"I told them you were looking to beat the Houston 600 dear, and that they could find applications in Texas, Arizona & New Mexico." He immediately laughed, and she swatted him with her bag, his arm deflecting the blow as the giggling fit continued.

"You asshole", she breathed, laughing. "They think I'm a porn star! A gang-bang porn star!"

Another punch, and Julian said, "I was about to say you were selling your videos from the Bunny Ranch!"

She paused, then swatted him on the back of the head, shouting between giggles, "That's a bordello, asshole!"

Suddenly, Julian scooped her up in his arms, lifting her off her heels, spinning her around on the street, kissing her lips. His Angels' eyes hot wide open then closed, savoring the kiss that the tall, moustached man planted on her hot, pink mouth. Hair flew and the crowds moved to one side, letting his display of affection continue. She draped her tongue into his mouth, smiling, then he set her back down. They giggled, then continued walking up the street.

"Why are you so marvellous dear?"

"Why do you think", he replied. "You make me marvellous..."

Another kiss and the soon found themselves in front of the doors of the Viper Room. A tall, African-American body guard was scanning the crowd, waving in a few celebrities, and keeping the rest of the rabble behind the velvet ropes. Leon, the head bouncer, kept cool under the bald skin of his head, calculating whom to let in and whom to make wait. Julian & his Angel were walking by, watching all the comotion.

"Jules! Let's go in!" She gripped his arm, tugging him towards the velvet ropes, moving to the end of the line, about 60 people from the door. Leon was surverying the crowd, and allowing a few pretty girls in little-to-nothing, heels and hair-spray into the club.

"Babe", Julian said, "let's give it a few minutes, and if we don't get in, we'll go somewhere else; I'm sure we can get in somewhere on a Friday night in Hollywood!"

His Angel laughed, the said, "Sure, maybe in Texas." Then she reached up & kissed him on the cheek, saying, "I'm just kidding babe. But this...this is the Viper room, and we'll be in with the big boys! Maybe someone will talk to you about your art here!"

A deep voice rolled over the waiting crowd of pretty people as Leon strode foward, like a general in the ranks. Everyone watched him with baited breath, some tried slipping him a hundred dollar bill here & there, which he just wadded up and threw back at them.

"You", he said, to a tall redhead, wearing a skimpy outfit of stretch pants and a bandana top, her hair teased and colored, and then to a African-America beauty in a spandex tube dress, "-and you! Hey baby...how are you tonight?"

"Now", Leon said, with a grand gesture a few minutes later, "a few more of you are getting in...and a few of you are gonna wait to get in..."

Then he laid eyes on Julians' Angel...smiling.

 

[SexyChele]

The leather felt good against my skin and Julian's hands felt even better. His hands and lips left my body purring like sleek cat, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs increase until the tops of my thighs were covered with my moistness.

His teasing regarding my being a porn star and video secretly thrilled me inside, but outside I loved teasing him and making him laugh.

The stares from those around us was unavoidable, and I was glad to have a tall, dark, good-looking man with his hands on my body walking beside me. The kisses we shared only served to ignite my passion for this man even further. In many ways, I was wishing we could be alone and private, imagining his lips and hands playing over my body until I was burning with desire.

And then I saw the Viper Room. Infamous nightclub owned by Johnny Depp - now a tourist attraction as the spot where River Phoenix died one night. Leading Julian to the line to wait, we both noticed the line of people - some interesting looking, others beautiful beyond description - all waiting to get into the club.

Julian stood with his hands around me, running them up and down my body. As Leon approached, it was no wonder he noticed - Julian took that moment to cup both of my breasts through the leather, and point them directly at Leon. To hide my wanton desire, I smiled at Leon, helping to play Juilian's game with the bouncer.

 

[Julian]

The Viper Room - Part 2

"You! Go on in."

Leon spoke to the Angel in leather, and she slipped from Julian's sure hand, gliding past the velvet ropes as the bulky African-American spoke into a small radio microphone in the sleeve of his jacket. Envious people watched the twitch of her full, round ass, smiling and hiding their contempt for her beauty and luck. Julian took another step when Leon's clipboard slipped against his chest, keeping him behind the ropes. Shelly looked at the lover from afar, unsure of what to do with this lack of company.

"I'm with her", Julian said politely to the tank of a man. "That's my date."

"Not anymore man", Leon replied with a small smirk, "Mickey Rourke is inside, and he likes 'em in leather."

A coy smile with brilliance behind it shone on the Angels' face, and she walked back, touching his sleeve. Leon craned his neck closer, and she cupped her hand to keep the discussion discreet. Suddenly Leon burst out laughing, then pulled the velvet rope open, waving Julian into the club with his Angel in leather. Julian wasn't sure what to say, as Leon kept laughing with deep, rolling fits of pleasure.

Slipping a posessive hand over her waist, Julian asked, "What did you say to him?"

She replied, "I told him your cock was bigger."

Julian shook his head, grateful for admittance, but uncertain if he'd been insulted. Deep down inside, he was certain the jest was on his behalf.

 

[SexyChele]

With Julian's arm firmly about my waist, his laughter ringing in my ear, I could once again walk with the confidence needed to enter the club past the line of those waiting to get in.

As we slipped into the door and entered the dimly lit club, pounding music greeted our ears. Julian's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me close to him. People tumbled past us - the drunk, the sober, the sex-crazed. I looked up at Julian and smiled, pointing to the bar. Nodding, he lead us to it, quickly ordering drinks, and then moving back into the throng.

As the music picked up, the thrumming beat was overwhelming, the dance floor calling to us both. As we maneuvered to the dance floor, Julian's hands on my hips, his groin pressed into my ass, we slowly made progress. Once reaching the floor, I turned, and Julian's hands were already on my body, guiding me through motions, moving my hips, and pulling me close to him. As we danced, I straddled his thigh between my own, leater skirt rising, my pussy rubbing against his slacks. He could not help but feel my wetness, my heat. As my arm entwined about his neck, I pulled him close to me, my lips searching for his, my tongue invading his mouth. His hands rubbed the length of my back, and quickly went underneath the leather top to lightly brush the bottom of my breasts.

Unable to take anymore, Julian takes my hand and pulls me away from the dance floor. I look at him with a question, but he only smiles. Following him, he leads us to a place just off from the bar - where few people are going. As he stops, he looks around, then quickly opens a door, ushering me in. I step quickly behind the door, reading the sign on the door as I go in:

Men's Room

I stop and turn around, eyes wide, to stare at Julian. A smile forms on his lips, as he quickly leads me to one of the vacant stalls and locks the door.

"And now, Angel, we live out one of fantasies."

 

[Julian]

The Viper Room - The Men's Room

The $10 bourbons had taken their toll on my psyche and courage. And I suddenly felt horny. Very horny. Impetuous horny...

"C'mon babe", I whispered, stroking her body encased in the soft, supple leather. She gasped as she moved along the crowd, the eyes of man people on her curvaceous body. I watched my Angel jump once as we moved past the tide of drunks and glitterati-fodder. Mickey Rourke shot me a dirty look as we strolled past him, his date already mmoving away from him. As we pulled closer to the small room in the back of the club, her eyes shot open, and she dug her heels in, keeping us out and giggling like mad.

Her hair moved in two directions, and she turned her back on me, and slipped my hand over her tummy. A tug and she fell against my body, allowing my kisses to slather her neck and face. She continued giggling, grinding against my cock, trying to move away. With the contact I could feel every inch of her perfect curves and sweet softness. She is such an Angel, truly befitting her name.

"Julian", she groaned, still wiggling like crazy, the scent of her perfume in my nostrils, "we can't just go in there."

"We can and we will."

I turned her to face me, kissing her deep and passionately,our tongues clashing with one another, stroking the soft palette in out mouths. We groaned, and a certain rap star came out, slipping a $100 bill in my hand. I broke the kiss as Shelly rested her head against my chest, and noticed his eyes floating in a sea of pink bloodshot blurriness. His gold glittered under the lights, and he had lost one sneaker some where along the way (Even from Texas I doubted this was a new fashion of the hip-hop community!) as he stumbled around, groping people and calling for drinks ever few feet.

"Get a room", he growled, his head suddenly heavy and drooping. Then he started laughing, and singing his new duet hit with without female lead Mindy or Mandi someone-or-another. "Woo...hoo! Giveitup-give it up...give..."

His voice trailed and disappeared around the corner, and I noticed a lull in the crowd as I tugged my Angel by the hand into the spacious, white & cream colored lavatory. The attendant looked away, and I flung him a $20 from my pocket (Or maybe it was the $100...I don't know...there's a nice buzz & a beautiful woman...who cares?!) as we moved past him and into a small stall away, closing the door behind us.

Standing absolutely still in the middle of the walls of the stall, I turned her, facing me, slipping her arms over my shoulders. Immediately, I drowned in her kisses, suckling her tongue, my hands covering her sweet, round ass, slipping my fingers into the hem, lifting it to touch the soft skin. She drew a sharp breath, then ground her exposed poon upon my covered cock, grinding into my stiffness, making my body jump with lust. I kissed her neck and bit the skin of her shoulders, pressing against her beautiful body, feeling the nipples through her leather top.

 

[Julian]

The Men's Room - Part 2

Like butter on a morsel, Julian's hands suddenly covered his lover, stroking her, kiss her, touching all the he could within the stall. She groaned with the delight of heightened senses, clawing at his back and sides, touching, kissing, needing the cock in his trousers uncovered. The straps came away, exposing her breast, full and round, the erect nipples sinking into the trousers as she opened the zipper, freeing his need. Julian moaned, low and heavy, as his finger swam into her hair, her mouth opening to accept the rigid invader. His finger did not stay still for long, pinching and caressing the nipples between the thumbs and the fingers, tuning her body to his wanton expression. The cock filled her mouth in one stroke, and she began pumping the base, sucking the head, and trying to keep him as hard as possible.

 

[SexyChele]

At first the idea of being caught in the men's room caught me off guard. What if we were discovered? What if management was called in? And how in the world were we going to walk out?

But before my concerns could be voiced, Julian had his hands and lips on my body and I responded out of need and want. Wanting to feel his body close to mine, needing him with every part of my being.

As he freed my breasts from their leather captivity, and I felt his hands cover them, I reach below, finding his erection and knowing that I must taste this man again. As I sink to my knees, unzipping his pants and freeing him, I feel Julian's fingers in my hair and then on my nipples - already hard with desire.

As my lips close about his arousal, I hear his sudden intake of breath, his moaning, even that slight growl from somewhere deep in his throat. Sinking my mouth further onto his shaft, trying to take in all of him, my hand pushes against the base as my other hand pulls and tugs at his balls. I keep working his cock into my mouth, until my nose bumps into his belly and I hear his sudden gasp as he realizes that his cock is sitting in my throat.

Taking my hand from his cock, I spread my legs, squatting, and start to finger my hot, wet cunt. Turning my head, I look up at him, my heart beating faster at the way he looks at me. His hands behind my head pushing me onto his cock, only serves to make me suck him harder and faster - determined to have him explode in my mouth.

But Julian has different plans -

With what must be every ounce of resolve he has, he lifts me up by the shoulders, bringing my lips to his, his hands to my breasts. Breaking the kiss, Julian suddenly spins me around so that my back is to him - as I almost lose my balance in the process. Grabbing my shoulders, I find myself being pushed forward and pushed down. Soon I am on my knees, my upper body supported by the toilet, as I feel him peel back my skirt, exposing my ass to him. I hold my breath, knowing that he will assault either my pussy or my ass, and I will enjoy either.

But which will it be?

 

[Julian]

The VIP Room - Part 1

Bent over, kissing her shoulders, sucking the skin between my teeth, my Angel wiggled, trying to push my cock into her hot pussy. I stood, moving to sink myself into her hot pink wetness, the scent permeating the atmosphere of the room. She groaned as I twisted her clit, moving with a slippery need for cock. I kissed her mouth as she leaned into my arc, trying to enter her as soon as possible.

Incredibly, my cock was engulfed in the silky paradise of her pussy, hearing my Angel moan and come alive, grinding me deeper inside her body. Eyes fluttering and mouth open, I slid a finger in her mouth, letting her bite me with the pounding o her pussy. Someone came in, the echo of piss hitting the urinal outide our door, made her bite me harder. I shook, aching to release the jism in my cock, pumping faster and harder. Skin slapped on skin and I was on the verge of making us come together.

Suddenly, there was a vicious pounding on the door of the stall. The voice shouted, "!Hermano, hermano...va afuera! !Ya!"

(Shit, I guess I bribed the attendant with the $100 bill. At least we got a head's up with the cops.)

Within a second I rewrapped my Angel, kissing her as I slid her leathers back in place, then asked the attendant, "Que paso, hombre?"

"Lorne Michaels oygan sus amor, y fue para la policia."

I looked at him with a protective arm blocking my Angel from rushing out, asking, "Y que va a decir?"

Smiling, the attendant held up the $100 bill in front of his eyes, saying, "No habla englis."

I pulled Shelly to the door, peeking out, towing her behind me, her nails digging into my hand. She was a little freaked we'd stopped so soon, but ready to move. When she asked what happened, I told her about my exchange with the attendant. She asked where to next, since the cops might be looking for us, and Mickey Rourke was the answer. He was three sheets in the wind, lost and blurry, and checking out my Angel with every bit of his reddened vision. I smiled, ignoring him but watching him lead my Angel into the VIP Room without question. She held my hand, and I went with them to a smaller, darker club. Mickey sat down, reaching for my Angel's shoulder, then promptly fell asleep.

 

[SexyChele]

I could still feel the juices from my pussy drying on my upper thighs, the frustration still boiling in my veins at having our "interlude" cut short without fulfillment. Even though a bit freaked, and trusting Julian completely, I was a bit on edge from the denial of sexual release.

As Mickey Rourke took us back into the VIP room, I glanced at Julian, but his face was a mask of hidden emotion. I grasped his hand, not wanting to let go, not wanting to be alone in this place.

As we sat down, I saw Mickey's hands reaching for me, and for a moment I almost jumped back. Before I could, however, his head drooped to my shoulder, his eyes closed shut, and it became apparent that he had passed out. I looked up questioningly at Julian, who was now smiling. Reaching over, he pushed Mickey from my shoulder, and his head leaned back against the booth, mouth open, soft snoring barely perceptible over the noise of the music.

Julian sat down next to me, his arm around me, his fingers lightly massaging my shoulder. I placed my hand on his thigh, moving it up and down, using my nails just enough to cause him to smile from the tingle.

Looking down at me, I felt his hand at the back of my head, holding me still, as his lips found mine and his tongue took over my mouth. His hand strayed from my cheek, down along my jaw, to the curve of my neck, to rest on my shoulder. His touch caused a shiver of pleasure to rise within me.

"Hey, dude, you mind if I sit here? Or would you two, uh, rather be alone?"

Julian and I suddenly broke from our kiss, to find Jude Law standing at our table. I looked up at Julian, but before he could answer, Jude pulled up a chair and sat down. A waitress quickly made her way to the booth, and as Jude gave his drink order, Julian gave me a broad wink and a smile.

"What would you like to drink, my Angel?"

 

[Julian]

The VIP Room - Part 2

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Law", Julian said, standing away from his Angel for a second. Hands went out, and the reply was, "Call me Jude."

"This is my Angel...her name is Shelly", Julian said, opening their grip to reveal the woman in revealing leather. She reached up, found her wrist turn upward, a soft kiss planted on the back of the hand. She blushed gently, the color rising in her smooth round cheeks, the cleavage of her outfit moving with the contact of his lips. Despite being a state native, she waas genuinely star-struck. Julian sat back down behind her, kissing her neck, and watcing Jude's hand linger on hers' for a moment, he & Shelly sharing a private smile between themselves. The waitress came back, smiling with their drinks, and Julian slipped his arm around his Angels' waist, keeping her close to him. His Angel stroked his fingers, nestling closer to him, reaching back & kissing him once on the lips.

"Are you two guest of Mickey's?", he asked, looking at the star as Mickey Rourke continued snoring on the side of the seat, drool sliding down the back of the cushion. Julian leaned closer, and Jude drew his face to Shelly's body, the full, round breast jutting in his vision. Both men smiled, and Julian said softly, "No, but is anyone ever a guest of his?"

With that quip, Jude ordered another round of drinks, and the club was announcing closing in a few minutes, thus last call.

 

[SexyChele]

Was this my 3rd drink? Or my 4th? Could be my 5th? I had long since lost count, and could feel the affects of the alcohol seeping through my system. I felt slightly light-headed, and was feeling very amorous.

Leaning into Julian, feeling his arm and hands on my body, made me once again feel this man against my body, minus the leather and clothing. Wanting to feel his hands and mouth on my breasts, his lips gently kissing my pussy, my lips wrapped around his stiff cock.

Letting my hand drift upwards from his thigh, I found what I was looking for - his cock was laying there in his pants, semi rigid, still somewhat asleep. With a smile on my lips, I looked up at Julian, lips pouting, arm reaching for his neck. As he bent over to once more fill my mouth with his tongue, my hand began to stroke his cock through his pants. I could feel him getting hard and stiff, and I started to rub myself against him - wanting release.

Julian had looked over at Jude and noticed he was watching us over the rim of his glass. Very gently, Julian started stroking my back, and then running his hands up the side of my torso, until his hands were massaging the side of my breasts. Looking at Jude with veiled eyes, Julian slowly began to raise the lower part of the halter top until my breast was exposed for Jude's viewing pleasure. Firmly grasping the nipple, Julian proceeded to pinch and twist the hardened point until I cried out from under his lips.

Pulling away from me, but keeping his hand busy under my top, Julian smiled at Jude. My head slightly spinning, I looked at Jude and giggled as he smiled back.

"It's too bad that the club is closing. We just got here," Julian said to Jude.

"Yes, it's too bad. But the club only closes for those in the public sector. Those of us who know Johnny can have free access to it after hours. Or there are other places - depending on your, or should I say our, pleasure?"

I noticed Julian and Jude share a grin, and I looked from one to the other.

"Now, what are you two hatching up between you?" I interjected.

"Only something I believe my Angel would enjoy very much. And so would I?"

Julian turned to Jude, and clinked glasses over the final sip in their glasses.

"Well, I am from out of town, and would look forward to being your guest, if you wouldn't mind? I think my Angel is quite taken with you as well."

Looking first at Julian, and then giving me a big grin, which I returned happily, Jude got out of his chair.

"I'd be happy to act as host. Just need to make some arrangments, and I will be right back."

As he left, I looked up at Julian.

"What's gonna happen next, babe?"

"I think you will enjoy it very much, my Angel, but let us make a surprise for you, shall we?"

I smiled at him as he took me into his arms and drew me close.