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Sarah lay in her bed, thinking through her last month of disaster. Yet again, she'd chosen a disastrous guy, pretty, dumb and a notorious playboy, to try and have a forever with. The pattern had been the same since she'd wished Toby away. Find a cute guy, find out he was a jerk, have a quick bit of fun, start all over. She'd managed to get quite the reputation in her small town after that. Irene and her father hadn't been thrilled with how quickly she'd gone through boyfriends in high school, but as long as she was being safe and was happy, they hadn't really pressed the issue.
Things had changed after high school though, she'd gone to college and been discovered in her first performance with the theatre department, the college's production of Shakespeare's The Tempest. She'd managed to land the coveted spot as Miranda, a feat in and of itself as the lead roles typically went to seniors. A talent scout had been in the audience the first night, and by the end of the semester, Sarah was signed and on her way out to some minor role in a new drama movie alongside some of the stars she had idolized. Her father was still distraught she'd chosen to follow in her mother's disastrous footsteps, Linda having abandoned them for Broadway, but Sarah made it a point to call weekly and check in with him and Irene, asking to talk to Toby too.
Sarah had made enough to buy a small house out in the desert, a couple hours from Los Angeles, figuring if she really needed to be in the city, she'd find somewhere to stay at that point, and had made it a point to keep to herself out there, saving up all her big paychecks to give herself a comfortable buffer, just in case the roles dried up. But they hadn't, they'd expanded, and she'd bought a larger compound, gated in this time, still out in the tiny desert community she'd grown to love. Her neighbors made it a point to misdirect any paparazzi that showed up, simply because she'd been so kind to all of them.
She sat up and sighed, there was yet another red carpet in two weeks, and she was dateless, again. It was really too bad, but it wasn't like she was permanently attached to someone. Toby was old enough at eighteen that she could start comfortably bringing him with her. She thought it through and decided she should probably call her parents and see if she could fly him out early and have him skip school to go to the event Saturday and send him home the Sunday.
Looking over next to the phone, her little black book lay, cracked open. Jake hadn't liked seeing the list of names with red x's next to them when he'd found it. The fight had been spectacular, and she was now down one crystal vase and a couple of porcelain figurines that she could replace. He had demanded to know how many of the guys she'd slept with, and when she refused to tell him, he'd lost it, kicking furniture and yelling in fury, but Sarah had given just as good as she'd gotten from him. The crystal vase had been launched into the courtyard to land on the tile and shatter. At least she'd missed the fountain this time, the last time had been some extremely expensive repairs.
Climbing out of bed, she looked at the book again, and opened the drawer of the desk, putting a red x next to Jake's name and number. She was running low on numbers to call, again. Why settle, she thought, she was still a gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties, barely looking a day over 23 still, a blissful trick of genetics.
"Well, I guess it's time to go trolling for guys again. Too bad the old crew all settled down and don't want to go to the bar again, guess I'll have to go by myself. But that means going to stay in LA. I guess I could try Vegas this time… it's been awhile since I've been there, and I could probably convince the girls to go," she grumbled to herself.
She picked the phone up and dialed a number she knew by heart, a sly smile crossing her face. "Hey Meg! Wanna do a girls weekend in Vegas? No husbands, no boyfriends, NO KIDS. We'll get Jess and Leigh to go with us too. It'll be great. My dime? Perfect! I'll book us a suite at the Venetian? Or do we want to do the Paris this time?"
Waiting for the reply, she stared at herself in the mirror. This time was going to be different, no bad boy, no playboy, a nice, sweet guy, she mentally lied to herself. "Great, Paris it is! You guys should drive up here and we'll just take my car. No, it's not a problem! You know as well as I do that my SUV is WAY more comfortable than any of your mom-mobiles. Friday morning. Let me know if you guys need nannies or anything, I'll cover the cost. Jake ditched, so I just need to clear my head."
Sarah listened to the lecture from her friend, yet again, about keeping a guy around for more than a month and rolled her eyes. They went through this every time she had a crazy breakup like this. She needed to hide the black book just a bit better, but why bother. Staring out the window, she saw something that made her shake her head. There was no way a barn owl was awake and sitting in her courtyard at ten in the morning. "Seriously. I'm not kidding. You call the girls, I'll pay for sitters if husbands are working. Promise. And I'll cover all the gambling money, and food. You guys know I'm not huge on burning through the money from the films. Besides, my next one comes out next week, and I managed to get a 3% proviso on the profits this time. Benefits to being the new big name in dramas, I guess," she laughed. This movie was going to go over gang busters, and she'd be rolling in cash. Maybe she'd go on a European vacation for once, troll the continent, find some new lovers across there.
"Ok. Yep, I'll go book the suite now. I'll have to call, they never list them on the sites. I just hope they have the big one still available. Yeah the one from last time. Ok. Love you girl!"
Sarah hung up with her best friend. It was so hard having the girls all down in San Diego now, where they'd all moved after they got out of the game, but didn't want to leave California and the bustle of LA had been way too much for them once they wanted to settle and have quiet. None of them had taken her up on moving out to her neck of the woods, it was too rural for them. They'd be here in a couple of days, and then they'd pile into her brand new Escalade to head out to Vegas, and would tear the town up. None of them would see what was coming, she smirked looking at her reflection and picking up the phone to call the Paris Las Vegas and book her favourite suite.
The couple of days before the girls arrived passed quickly, and soon they were all in the suite in Las Vegas, hooting and hollering, cracking open a bottle of champagne. Sarah had booked a separate room a couple of floors down, another suite, this one considerably smaller and had another suitcase for that room delivered to it. That one had all her fun in it, the fun her girlfriends would never understand.
That night found them at some new hot nightclub, Sarah dragging them in, a wry smile on her face.
"Sarah, you literally got dumped Monday. You're ALREADY looking for a new fling?" Jess stared at her, blonde bob shaking as she laughed a bit.
"Why let the time pass without a bit of fun?" Sarah's green eyes twinkled.
"Why can't you just find a nice guy in the celebrity circles you run in and marry him? Or better yet. There's a couple of great guys in our group down in San Diego, we could introduce you."
"How about no? I highly doubt I'll ever settle," Sarah laughed, dragging them in, the bass pounding in the club. The other three rolled their eyes and started placing bets on what this month's flavor was going to be. Walking to the bar, they all ordered chardonnay, while Sarah ordered up two gin and tonics and downed them quickly, eyes roving the bar. A couple of guys approached her, having recognized her, and she wandered out to the floor with them.
"I'm betting that brunette that approached her first," Meg said wryly.
"Nah. Jake was a brunette. She'll dance with him, but she won't take him home. I'm thinking the blonde," Leigh chimed in, sipping her wine, lips pursed
"Nope. The guy before Jake was blonde. I saw pics. She's likely deleted them and burned the hard copies. I'm voting that redhead over in the corner. The one eying her like a side of beef. He's her type. And we all know, she's not going to find a new type tonight."
Sarah spun on the dance floor, enjoying the attentions the guys were giving her. A broad grin was spread on her face as she politely rejected the first two, and her eyes in fact lit on the redhead that Jess had said she would, finger crooked she beckoned him down to the dancefloor as yet another pulsing song started, grinding against him, and talking to him as they danced. The paparazzi hadn't noticed her bouncing around town, she kept such a low profile that she wasn't really fodder for them. What headline were they going to run "Single Actress out looking to date again"? She was too private for that.
The redheaded guy approached her and she took his hand, staring at his vibrant bright green eyes. Her friends were watching the spectacle, sighing, and staring at her, their glasses of wine draining quickly. She was up close to the guy, very obviously whispering in his ear until he kissed her. Meg and Leigh sighed, looking over at Jess.
"You win, again, Jess. You pick dinner the next time we all go out," Leigh sighed as Sarah dragged the man up to the bar with her.
"Girls, this is Aaron. We were going to go hit up another bar, did you want to go with?" She was beaming ear to ear, her modus operandi.
"Nah, we'll turn in. I'm sure you won't be out too too late," Meg shot her a knowing look. Sarah wouldn't be back to the suite tonight. They'd be lucky if they saw her before noon the next day. "At least text us if you're going to be out all night?"
"Of course I will," Sarah smirked, leaning heavily on her new round of boy toy. She handed Meg some cash for them to catch a cab back and got her card back from the bartender, signing for the round of drinks they'd had.
The three girls headed back to the hotel, whispering, worried about Sarah and how impetuous she was being, picking up a random guy at a bar in Vegas. Sarah leaned against him, kissing him soundly, before dragging him out the door and down the street to the next bar.
While they were out on the Strip, the lighting a bit better, he finally got a good look at her. "Holy shit you're…"
"Shhhh," Sarah held a finger to his lips. "If you say it too loud we'll never hear the end of it, and the fun will stop. I'll have to get in a cab and go back to my hotel and we'll never see where tonight could go." She glanced over at him, a smouldering look in her eyes.
His smirk grew, he was going to manage to score with one of the hottest women in Hollywood, even if she was a bit older than him. It paid off to ditch his buddies to take off with her. They bounced from bar to bar until nearly 2 am, then Sarah hailed a cab for them.
"If you want, I have a second room at the Paris… you're welcome to come and have some more fun with me," she winked at him, arms wrapped around his neck, gazing up at him.
"More than anything," he was more than willing to follow her to the ends of the earth, he'd be the envy of his friends.
Climbing into the cab, she told the driver where to take them and then texted Meg to let her know she was safe but wouldn't be back up in the main suite, and the room number she WOULD be in, for the morning. Leaning in, she kissed Aaron forcefully before leaning in and huskily whispering, "So where do you live?"
The short ride to the hotel was filled with quiet conversation about where they were both living, Sarah was surprised to find out he was from a town in Rhode Island near where she'd grown up, and that he was attending UNLV as a Master's student. Nestling against him, she let his strong hands roam over her curves.
The cab pulled up to the Paris and Sarah paid for the trip, giving the cabbie a generous tip and a wink asking him to please be discrete. They breezed into the lobby and straight to the elevators, Sarah pressing the button for the floor her private suite was on. As soon as the doors were closed, Sarah pulled Aaron closer, biting his lip a bit and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.
The doors slid open and she pulled the room key from her purse. She'd never had any intention of heading back to the room upstairs, so she'd tucked that key away in her actual wallet, buried. Opening the door, once they were in she latched the security bolt, flicking the bathroom light on for a bit of light before walking over to the window and throwing the curtains wide open.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" she smiled, gazing at him to see what he thought of the view. She couldn't see something with someone that couldn't stand the beautiful views of the Strip lit up at night.
"Holy shit. I never knew it looked like this from up here."
"One of my favourite views," she pulled the curtains mostly shut, before stepping towards him again, a panther on the prowl. "Then again… the one in front of me isn't half bad either."
A low chuckle escaped Aaron as he wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist, pulling her into his embrace and forcefully kissing her. "How about we lose the dress," his voice had gone low and demanding.
"Mmmm. I knew I liked you for a reason," Sarah's confidence was unshakeable, her voice a purr as she continued working on the buttons of his shirt. "But I think you've got a bit more work to do than just demanding I lose the dress."
She'd teased the dress shirt's buttons open, pushing the polyester blend off his shoulders. Pure sign of a college student, not the rich business guys she'd been dating lately. She'd slip his ID out of his wallet and get his last name and anonymously pay for a couple of his classes, if he played his cards right. Pushing him backwards, he landed sitting on the bed and she straddled him, leaning heavily into his lap, her breasts pushed up by her upper arms as she wrapped her hands together behind his neck.
"So… where were we?" the lust growing behind her eyes flashed a bit in the reflected lights from the outside. On the railing, a barn owl landed, peering inside the room, its feathers ruffling as it saw her hair shaking as she ground in the lap of the younger man.
Aaron's hands roved up Sarah's back, and caught the zipper of the dress. She kissed him quick and hard as he slid the zipper down, loosening the dress, and then stood, turning to lay Sarah on the bed. She'd kept in shape and kept her weight way down, constantly exercising and not indulging, at least not on food.
Grabbing the top of the dress, he started peeling it down her, freeing her braless chest, a coy, enchanting look on her face. Switching to tug the dress down from the hem, he slipped the little black dress down her body, shimmying it to get past her hips. Sarah lay, mostly exposed, a thin pair of tiny sheer black panties the only thing covering her. Aaron inhaled a sharp breath at how stunning she really was. He'd never thought he'd even brush with celebrity, let alone get this far with one. Leaning over her, he kissed her, his hands running down her sides, clumsy and nervous.
Sarah loved this part of the game with the unsuspecting boys that were afraid of her being a celebrity and suddenly stopped treating her like she was just another girl. Sitting up on her elbows, she smirked at him before sliding off the edge of the bed to her knees, and unbuttoning his pants. Slipping them down, she could see the outline of his cock in his boxers. A crooked smirk crossed her face as she slid the front edge of the boxers down just enough for him to spring free before she lightly licked the tip, a sharp inhale escaping above her. A chuckled purr and she licked her lips before sliding him as far into her mouth as she could, her eyes rolling back into her head just a bit at how much she enjoyed this. She smiled a bit as she pulled back before sliding back down even further, his hands tangling in her hair.
Finally pulling back away from him, she stood, walking over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom from the box she'd purposefully stashed there hours ago, opening the wrapper and rolling it down him while she kissed up his neck. He could barely contain himself as he slid his jeans the rest of the way off, kicking his sneakers away, his boxers following quickly before his fingers went back to the small straps riding low on Sarah's hips. She smirked and hooked her thumbs in next to his hands, sliding them down just enough that gravity took over and she stood there in her black patent leather heels and nothing else.
Stepping backwards, she pulled him with her. "Please… fuck me," she whispered in his ear, her voice needy and wanting.
He didn't need her to ask twice. He gently ran his cock between her pussy lips a couple of times to check that she was wet enough before plunging in and hearing her groan in happiness. Sarah ground her hips upwards in time with his thrusts, happy sighs escaping the further in he managed to hit, until she cried out "oh. Fuck. Right there. Just keep…" before her body shuddered underneath him, her spasming muscles too much for him to handle after her mouth had worked its magic. Groaning, he spilled, collapsing a bit on to her.
Sarah giggled a bit and gently kissed him. "You up to a shower, loverboy?" her fingers lightly trailed up his arms. They got up, still not looking outside, and headed for the bathroom.
The owl ruffled its feathers again, and took off into the sky, a crack of lightning crashing through the air before it disappeared.