David Chase is a wanna-be paperback writer. By day he sells copycat signature dresses in Melrose, Hollywood and by night he writes mystery stories. He's finishing his 12-part series on August 3, his 21st birthday. His publisher was also pushing him to finish all the stories on that day.
However, he couldn't get on with his 12th story that he'd started the first week of June. The previous stories he'd started were a total breeze but this one's different. Whenever he faced his computer his mind would go blank and his eyes seem to pop out of his head and hang there on his cheeks.
Besieged by the persistence of this so-called writer's block, he decided one evening to hang around in his favorite bar in Sunset Boulevard. No dice. The following day was just the same. Walking along the boulevard on another night he decided to enter a barbershop. He thought that a little hair trim and a good massage might do better.
In the barbershop, David leafed through the Sports Illustrated's Swimwear issue and came across a stunning model named Sofia Moran. He was smitten like never before. To him her beauty was beyond compare.
Lost in admiration, his mind was filled with her and he kept mumbling her name as he walked back to his pad. Pausing at a newsstand, his heart leaped when he found six magazines that featured Sofia Moran. He bought them all.
Back in his one-room pad, he stripped off his pants and shirt and sat with his Calvin briefs on a beanbag and then dropped the magazines on the wooden floor. He looked them over and picked Cosmopolitan where Sofia's beautiful face was up close for a cosmetic ad. "She's a goddamn piece of work. I'd give my left ball just to..." he murmured to himself breaking off when he sniffed something unusual. He was sniffing some exotic fragrance in the air as though someone's presence was there in his room. Sofia looked so alive on the glossy ad that he gave in to a moment's fantasy of pressing his lips on hers. To his shock he felt her delicate lips responded. When he pulled away his lips, the taste of her lipstick clung on to him. He was stunned and dropped the magazine abruptly like it was on fire.
"What the devil was that?" he mumbled to himself seeing the trace of lipstick on his finger after he wiped it off his lips. Not long after, the magazines flipped open on their own as if fanned by a breeze. Surprisingly they settled down at the pages where Sofia was featured in. He couldn't believe seeing her pictures staring at him and giving him a come-hither gesture with her eyes and finger. As much as he was bewildered at this strange occurrence he felt strongly aroused.
David took the matter for granted and decided to take a shower. Maybe a cold shower would dredge him out of this strange, inexplicable thing. He stepped naked under the cold invigorating needles of the shower and felt good. His erection deflated to half-mast.
He soaped his lean six-foot frame and admired his well-cut muscles he'd developed through his chinning bar exercises. When he turned on the shower knob to rinse, fine blue and pink mists emanated from the shower before the cold spray hit him. Magical! Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
After rinsing, he grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower stall. To his astonishment, he couldn't see himself in the mirror except the towel he was holding. He wiped the misted mirror with the heel of his palm and still he was invisible. But looking down on his body, he was visible and touchable.
"What the fuck is happening to me. This is unbelievable!" he exclaimed moving out of the bathroom and into his room where the strewn magazines were drawing him like magnet.
His body was still when he knelt down one knee and confronted the weird Cosmopolitan that gave him the unbelievable kiss. The moment he picked up the magazine, he felt it had a life of its own moving to him not to his accord but targeting to attach to his penis. To his astonishment Sofia's face partly emerged out of the magazine with an open mouth taking in his penis and sucking it like a lollipop complete with lascivious noises. Appalled he pushed the magazine off his penis.
"Am I goin' nuts?" He mumbled under his panting breath.
Just then another magazine opened up showing Sofia lying on her side on a haystack. She was dressed in a light blue shirt that gaped open at the top showing an ample cleavage under a plunging lacy bra and a denim mini skirt that didn't conceal the view of her white cotton panties. The provocative picture completed his hard-on. In a few seconds that page of the magazine vacuumed his whole body and landed him in a studio filled with several people. He found them seeing through him as he walked on by. He had indeed become an invisible human being.
However, he saw Sofia waving at him as if she knew him. Apparently she's the only one who could actually see him. The make-up artist was prepping her up in the makeshift haystack--the exact picture he'd seen in the magazine. He waved back at her and walked over near the stage to get a closer view of her devastatingly pretty face and body.
As he stood and watched Sofia a bustling female worker jostled his erect penis. He backed off instantly while she halted wondering what her arm felt. She sniffed the moist part of her arm and it smelled of soapy fragrance. She flicked up her eyes to the ceiling to see if there was a leak but none. So she just shook her head and went back to her task.
"Look at the camera, Sofie!" The wiry white-haired Italian photographer called. Sofia was apparently looking at his erection. "Alright give me that delicious smile...give me the lips, those delicious lips...more... fantastic! Bellisima...I get off on those lips, " the photographer crooned with encouragement as Sofia moved her body sensuously in front of the camera, giving him the exact poses he wanted.
Finally the shoot was over and she started packing right away. In about 30 minutes she was on her way to leave waving good-bye to everyone on the set and then she turned to David saying: "Come with me." He followed her without a word to the exit door leading to the indoor car park of the building.
Sofia was dressed in a man's blue striped shirt, unbuttoned all the way down and with its sleeves folded up to her elbows. Underneath the shirt was a stretchy red tank top matching heather gray track pants and red sneakers. Large dark glasses obscured her eyes.
"Get in the car!" she ordered him as she opened the front passenger seat and then walked around to get behind the wheel of her silver BMW M5. David hopped in.
"Hey, you have an appendectomy scar!" she exclaimed as she was about to fasten her seat belt.
"Yeah, I've got it since I was a kid." He spoke for the first time.
"I also have that kind of scar," she said tugging under her top and pushing down slightly her track pants to show her own.
He gazed at it and he was embarrassingly hard again. His hands covered it.
"That's some woody," she said half glancing down him.
"I apologize."
"Apologies quite unnecessary. I often have that effect on men," she said matter-of-factly.
"Even if it didn't become this way I'd apologize just the same," he quipped.
"Hard to imagine it won't," she said stifling a laugh.
"Do you have anything that I can cover my indecency here? I'm too self-conscious."
She took off her shirt and handed it to him. She couldn't help giggling amusingly at his impressive readiness.
"Thanks," he said bunching up the shirt over his attentive Boy Scout.
"Look, I don't know why this is happening to me. You're the only one in the studio who saw me, right?"
"Yeah, I know that," she said tapping her hand lightly over his thigh. "Oh and I could even feel you. You're not virtual." She giggled.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
She shook her head. "No. I feel privileged seeing you. It's funny and way cool."
"Do you have any idea how I got into the studio?"
"No. You just... popped in there out of nowhere," she said snapping her fingers in the air. "If people saw you naked like that, they would think that you're probably a loony, who'd just escaped from a nuthouse," she chuckled.
"I..." his voice broke off when suddenly the car door at his side swung open. A punch exploded in his face. Before he could react an ugly-faced brute dragged him by the neck out of the car.
