Chapter 1: Meeting
Backstage at the Graham Norton show, one of the guests was in her dressing room, a star on the door read Naomi Varens. She was primping up for her appearance. She fluffed up her hair in front of the makeup mirror, fumbling with her lipstick tube. She swore slightly and dabbed at her lips, infusing them with a dark blue-pink color that complemented her skin tone. Eyeliner, mascara, a hint of blue eyeshadow, a touch of blush and she was good to go. Naomi smiled, exposing her top and bottom teeth, checking for lipstick smears when she heard footsteps approach.
"Ms. Varens!" a stagehand knocked on her door. "On in five!"
"Thanks!" she gathered her hair at the sides and pinned it back with barrettes, trapping the locks successfully so they couldn't get away. Naomi had roan brown hair that was curly and often times got in her face.
Dropping her mascara tube on the makeup table, Naomi dashed for the stage entrance that had been pointed out to her earlier, making it just in time to hear Graham Norton call her name. Exhaling and pasting on a smile, she walked out waving to her fans.
Seth MacFarlane was there! She'd nursed a small crush on him ever since she had started to watch Family Guy. He was cute, sexy, and she had all of his CDs he'd ever made. Seth turned to look at her, his brown eyes sparkling in the stagelights and he was clapping along as well. Naomi had to wonder whether he knew about her and her claim to fame. It didn't matter to her, though.
What a woman! Was Seth's thought as Naomi sat beside him, who greeted her with a courteous handshake. Surreptitiously he began checking her out. Naomi wasn't as tall as Charlize Theron, nor was she a blonde, but he found himself rapidly becoming attracted to her. Naomi had an air of authority, even an air of palpable sexuality that had him forcing back dirty thoughts. Lust at first sight, he knew.
In the meantime, Naomi was happy she'd dressed down for the interview-black pants, kitten heeled pumps, an off the shoulder purple glittery top, earrings with hummingbirds on them and no necklace.
"So the famous Naomi Varens!" Graham beamed. "You've been keeping busy!"
"I know! I've always wanted to come here to England, though!"
"Tell me, you wrote this dirty little piece?" Graham held up a small hardbound book entitled Dirty Smut.
"Yeah I did. You'd be surprised how weird my mind gets." she leaned back comfortably on the couch, giving Seth a chance to sneak a look at her cleavage. Unfortunately for him her shirt's neckline didn't go down far enough.
"It's chock full of dirty poems, limericks! How did you get the inspiration?" Graham flipped through the volume, handing it to Seth. "How do you explain this one: How To Become A Whore For Your Man?!" Seth quickly flipped to the page and began to read as fast as he could; the color pink sprang to his cheeks before he knew it. He shut it and put it back on the coffee table, grabbing his wine glass and taking a little gulp.
"You don't know about my past life, so to speak?" Naomi giggled. "When I was first starting out in Hollywood I was a writer for porno movies, then they asked me to start doing supporting roles. It was a climb up the slippery ladder but I became a porn star for a few years!"
The audience laughed at her quip as Graham did and Seth guffawed, his thoughts turning into half formed dirty fantasies.
"Wow! What do people wear at porn awards?"
"I have no idea," Naomi admitted. "the only time I went I got hammered."
"We have a picture of you from that awards show. Look," Naomi had her hair up, voluptuous red lipstick on, and a cutout dress in the shape of a heart that concealed her boobs, butt, and her bikini region. She wore a sheer black see through dress on top of the heart shape. "you're trying to preserve some modesty, though we have a picture of you on set of one of your films."
"Oh, please tell me you're showing the publicity shots.." Naomi fake moaned. Seth put his hands in his lap, anxious to conceal the fact that he was half hard.
"No, but then this might be it. Have a look," the first picture of Naomi was her lying in a bed, only a sheet covering her up with a handcuff fastened to the bedpost and the other end was encircling her wrist. Her nails and her lips wore the same shade of red, she had been made up with the smoky eye look. A few of her fingers were in her mouth, eyes half shut in a seductive pose. "do you remember the name of this film?"
"I think that was Three Shades Of Ass. This guy with a fetish would drug his victims and do unspeakable things to them."
"Oh yeah, you look drugged out in the picture," Seth noticed. Naomi was obviously wearing just a G-string in the publicity still.
"Indeed. This next picture is my favorite," Naomi's next picture had her sitting on a couch, her bosom and private areas covered up by a striped black and white pillow sham. She gazed at the camera with a laughing smile, wearing minimal makeup. "not too much and pretty tasteful too."
"I should say so! What are you working on now?"
"Well, I'm a dancer, I like to sing, and I do voiceovers. That's the money maker now until my next book comes out."
"I can't wait until it does. Have you danced professionally on tour?"
"Not on a tour, no. The new movie that's coming out, one of the strip club ones, I play a backup dancer in it. I brought a clip."
The clip wasn't much but a cut of a dance sequence where Naomi did some pole dancing and gyrating wearing a G-string and a purple bra top.
"I have a question," Seth began after the clip was done. "what was the craziest thing you've ever done in a porno?"
Now Naomi turned pink. "I think the weirdest was when I had to hand job a guy while another dude started to finger my asshole. It was extremely difficult as I kept farting!" Seth roared with laughter as the audience laughed and clapped.
After the show, Seth clapped Naomi on the shoulder with his left hand, a grin never left his face. "You were fantastic, Naomi."
"Thanks. You too, Seth."
"Listen, when are you back in LA?"
"At the end of the week. What's up?"
"I think you'd be an asset for the Family Guy team. Here's my info," he handed her a business card with his cell phone number circled. "it's easier to get me on my cell phone."
"Oh, here's my card," Naomi pulled one out from her pocket. "same." she teased. Just to be a little flirtatious, she gave the card a tiny little dot of her perfume she was wearing.
"I think that I'm going to like working with you. I saw one of your adult films and is it really you hanging upside down from a chandelier?"
"Oh, yes!" Naomi giggled. "The one and only time I completely fainted on set!"
"You did?" Seth's features turned into concern which Naomi thought was very cute.
"They kept saying one more take, my body couldn't handle it anymore, I fell as I fainted, so I got a day off from that mishap!" they fell in step together back to their dressing rooms.
"Glad you're all right."
"Me too. That director was an asshole so I had it written in my contract not to work with him again."
"It's the only way to protect yourself sometimes." Seth sat in her makeup chair as Naomi applied makeup remover to her eyes.
"Let's see if you're still here once I'm clear of makeup," she joked, dabbing the purple liquid onto a cotton ball. "so what are you doing up here in England?"
"Plugging Family Guy and American Dad. Have you seen them?" from behind her, Seth wanted to squeeze that firm ass she had. It was on the small side but to him it was perfect.
"I own all the Family Guy DVDs. I love Brian." she closed her eyes, wiped off her makeup, then glanced at the blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner.
"Good. Do you like cats?"
Naomi laughed, showing him a photo of two cats on her phone. "Both Maine Coon cats. The big one is Mickey and the little one is Finn. I call him chucklehead though."
"He's cute!" Mickey was a longhair Maine Coon and Finn was a mix of some kind. He had short fur and a playful look at the camera.
"He's 7 months old and tries regularly to break the sound barrier in my house."
"He races himself, eh?"
"All night long." she took her phone back and finished removing her makeup. Seth took the bottle from her and took his own makeup off in two swipes. He rubbed lotion onto his skin to prevent drying out then turned to her.
"It's still early yet. What do you say to dinner?"
"A date?"
"Sure, why not?" Seth stood up.
"Dare one of my fantasies come true?" Naomi accepted his hand. Seth thought it better not to answer that question as he guided her out into the waiting cab at the street corner. He named off a place to eat, asked if she had any objections, when she said no, they went off. Seth opened up the door for her like a lady, giving her his hand when they arrived.
The ambiance was perfect for them. They took a booth in the back with lots of privacy, the lighting was a little bit dim, but it was very intimate. Naomi put her cell phone on vibrate, put the phone in her purse as Seth put his in his pocket. She put one hand on the table, showing Seth her long fingers that were currently painted a deep shade of purple. Without asking, Seth picked up her hand and examined the fine lines she had. Naomi smiled indulgently, admiring Seth's calloused hand as she observed his fingers were long as well.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
