(A Dylan James Adventure)
This is another in the continuing story of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For the Road" series. Please check all his adventures out – but they are all stand alone stories. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.
Chapter One - Emily
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
It was the best of times because for Dylan the money was flowing to him in large amounts. His work as a stuntman, both as an independent and as part owner of the stunt company that employed him, was sending unexpected riches his way. At 38 years of age, he owned his own home in Los Angeles, a vacation home up on the Russian River, a truck, a vintage Harley, and he had plenty of money in the bank. The stunt company that he was part of was growing in leaps and bounds, so his percentage of ownership kept increasing in value. And while he was no stock wizard, he had accumulated a decent size stock portfolio. His professional life was busy and meaningful and rewarding. He was respected, had a great reputation of work and leadership, and he was thought to be one of the best stuntman in the business. His friends were encouraging him to think about trying his hand at producing and directing a film. Life was good.
It was the worst of times because it was so stressful and he was lonely. There was so much work coming at him from all sides that it was hard to keep up. He felt that he was becoming over whelmed by the constant strain of people demanding a piece of his time. The constant attention from eager and demanding directors and producers was beginning to show. He felt worn out. Plus his year long relationship with Brandi had ended recently, and he was very bummed about that. But the main reason for his downtrodden look at life at the moment was because his Mom having to move out of her home of 30 years and into a retirement community. She seemed to be in fine health, but the move and the breaking up of the family home made him realize that his mother was getting older and older. Life was pressing in on him as he felt old, stressed and a little sorry for himself while he sat at the Backstage Bar and Grill.
He had put in three extremely long days on the Sony lot in Culver City working on some aerial stunts for the new Hellboy 3 film. This was supposed to be an easy little gig when he agreed to it, but it had turned into something else. He was even more stressed because he had to catch a red-eye to Atlanta that night to help his Mom pack up the house. His plane took off in three and half hours and he just had time grab a quick bite to eat. After being held up on the film set for much longer then he needed to be, he finally managed to get away after an argument with the production manager. Now all he wanted was a quick beer and a steak sandwich. He had headed for the closest watering hole. The Backstage was right across the street from Sony and it was a favorite hang for the studio workers after work. On the weekend, it became a more trendy place for the up and coming in the neighborhood, but during the work week, it was a blue collar film workers bar.
Knowing that he would probably be held up on the set, he had packed his bag and clothes already. They were stored in his truck so he did not need to head home, but he was really feeling the pressure of having to be at the airport soon. He left his big F150 pickup parked on the Sony lot and walked across the street to the Backstage Bar. Walking through the door, Dylan looked around, and noticed that one of his favorite bartenders was on. She was a girl that he'd a brief affair with so she would at least be fun to talk with. There were still a couple of places at the bar, so he grab one and sat down. Brenda greeted Dylan as he sat, she was the head bartender here at the Backstage and she was 35 going on 25. She was smoking hot and knew it. He smiled at her and ordered a "Sammy" as he let his eyes linger on her ass as she moved down the bar. She was wearing low-rider jeans with a big silver buckle. The denim hugged her superior ass like a second skin as she swished her hips down the bar. She had a man's shirt on with the sleeves rolled up and the bottom tied up high just under perky tits revealing her very tight abs and hipbones. She was showing a lot of skin and it all looked good.
When she brought the beer back, she leaned on the counter and talked to Dylan. They quickly caught up with each other as they chatted. The way she was standing caused her shirt to fall forward just a little so Dylan could see down her cleavage. He tried really hard not to stare down her shirt and stay focused on her face, but finally he succumbed. She knew he would look and he did too, taking in the sight of her braless tits moving back and forth under her shirt. She hit him on the arm as he leered down her shirt and walked away laughing. Dylan smiled as well. They flirted all the time, he had ridden Brenda to some amazing orgasms the few times they had hooked up, but she was living with someone now so that door was closed. They remained good friends, but Dylan always hoped that the opportunity would come again, because she was that wild in bed.
As he nursed his beer, Dylan looked around to see who was keeping him company. He noticed a few of the regulars around and over in the corner near the huge big screen was a big party. There was a group of 20 somethings all dressed up and dancing around. Dylan noticed that several of the girls were really prime, but surprising for him, he felt out of the whole girl/guy thing. Ever since Brandi had left and gone back home to her family, he had felt lost and unsure of himself. He had not been faithful to Brandi during their time together, but neither had she. That is not what the relationship had been based on. He had introduced her to a new way of life. A freer and more independent lifestyle, sex and more sex, multiple partners, Los Angeles, sex parties, Vegas, exploring the more risqué sides of life, and they'd had a blast. He had schooled her, but her energy and passion for him and her new life had captivated him and he got hooked on her. He introduced her to agents and managers and helped her start a film career. She had even done a layout of Playboy. She was young, incredibly beautiful and completely hooked on him: his strong personality, his growing feelings for her, and of course, his really huge cock. But when her mother finally came out to rescue her daughter from the evils of LA, her small town guilt kicked in, and it was just a matter of time before she succumbed to her family's wishes and went home.
Suddenly, Dylan's life seemed very empty and he really did not know what to do with himself. He just wasn't himself. Old girlfriends and lovers quickly found out he was free again and they dropped by. They noticed how different he was when he would not even try to fuck them. Dylan had lost his edge and he knew it. And it made him even more self-conscience. The result of all of this was he could not even seem to pick up women anymore. He wanted the distraction from his thoughts of Brandi, but he had just lost the confidence needed to be successful with women. Any women! He had been on the set of a TV show the last week, and he had noticed an incredible sexy young background actress, a young girl just starting out in show business. She had been about 5'9" with really nice tits and a slim waist and a wonderful ass packed into skin tight jeans. She had long blond hair and an elfin face that was just a major turn-on for him. She was obviously interested in him. Yet, he was so awkward and fumbling around her, that by the time he finally made his move, she had lost all interest in him. And this was a girl that a month before would have been so overwhelmed by his charm and masculinity and attention, that she would have been begging and overcome with desire as he fucked her to end to end orgasms. She would have been putty in his very skilled hands as he took her to levels of desire she had never dreamed existed with his 9 inch cock and relentless passion. But as it turned out, she didn't even give him her phone number. That had not happened since high school. His shaky confidence was one more reason that he felt so overwhelmed and down in the mouth right now.
As he finished his beer, he got Brenda's attention and ordered another plus a steak sandwich. Then he settled back to watch either the Cowboys play Denver or Brenda's wonderful ass sway back and forth behind the bar. The latter was much more entertaining than the game. As he slowly worked his way thru his beer and sandwich, the tension of the day began to relax away. The coziness of the bar and Brenda's conversation plus her excellent ass made for a good time and he still had plenty of time to get to the airport and not be rushed.
Several times while he sat there different people from the party had come up the bar to order drinks. All the girls were young and dress in very skimpy dress clothes with a lot of short skirts, bare mid-drifts, and plunging necklines. The boys were a little too precious, and Dylan could not figure every one of the girls to be fag-hags. From the pieces of conversation that he heard at the bar it seemed that it was a work party after a success sales event.
