Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

She was intriguing, the way she alternated between a professional demeanor one moment and flustered young girl the next. He could have sworn she was blushing as she hurried out of the elevator. He watched her behind wiggle in front of him as they appraoched the reception. It was an enchanting sight. He noticed the outline of panties through the fabric of those skintight pants, and he also noticed how firm and well rounded her butt was. His penis stirred again and Lance vaguely wondered if they'd put Viagra in the champagne.Thankfully, Claire was now distracted by a very reluctant Andrea. There was clearly a power struggle of sorts going on between the two women, a battle Claire won. Lance had been entrusted with an expense card from the studio and he had been told that they all but expected him to go a little crazy with it. Lance hardly thought that 100 dollars could be considered crazy by any stretch of the imagination, so there were no problems in charging the instructor's fee to the card. He was about to say something along those lines when he saw her litle display with the pen, making him go weak at the knees. He watched her, forgetting why he was here, just focusing on her pink tongue twirling around the pen. It wasn't until she touched his arm, sending a new electric jolt through his body that he remembered why they were there. He got a nice view of her as she got in the back seat of the car. She was all smooth curves and alluring glimpses of what lay beneath her t-shirt. Lance gulped as he got in the back with her, faintly wondering how he would survive a ten minute trip without touching her. The presence of the driver helped, of course. Lance was about to launch into a little monologue about climbing and safety when his phone rang. It was Gwen. Hi Lance! How's Hawaii treating you!? Her voice was loud and raucous, a telltale sign that she'd been drinking and indulging in cocaine. He could hear the thumping of techno music in the background, and Lance guessed she was either in the toilet of a nightclub or in a private residence. Hawaii's just great, honey. The studio are pampering me like I'm already a star. Lance couldn't keep a hint of pride out of his voice. They seemed to think the movie he was in was a sure thing, and he couldn't contain his eagerness and joy when he talked about it. Gwen chuckled at the other end. Aw! Getting your first REAL taste of stardom, huh? Must be nice to finally be recognized. And there was that condescending tone she used with him when talking about his career. Especially when she'd indulged in coke. Lance chose not to rise to the bait. Yeah, he said with a forced smile. It's a great resort. They cater to guys like me. I'm on my way to do some rock climbing now, and I'll probably go scuba diving tomorrow. And the service and the staff, he glanced at Claire,are nothing short of great. He said that last with a quick wink and genuine grin to Claire. Great. I'm happy for you. Gwen's voice sounded anything but happy for him, and Lance vaguely wondered what he'd done to upset her. Lance braced himself, then asked Is everything alright, Gwen? You sound a little on edge. Her response made him cringe. A high fake trilling laugh followed by On edge!? Me!? Why would I be on edge!? They treat me like a queen here! Premieres and interviews and parties and being wined and dined, how could THAT set me on edge, Lance!? Lance's patience started to wear thin. Listen Gwen, I know you. I know when something's wrong. Give me some credit here, OK? We've been together for too long for you to try to bluff me- She cut him off BLUFF you!? How DARE you, Lance! Look here you little upstart! I was a star when you still struggled to scrape by and I took you in and married you. Now when your career has finally taken off you talk to me like I'm some kind of... some- She was practically shrieking by now. It became painfully clear to Lance that she was jealous. But why would she be? She had her own career, a stellar career that he probably would have a hard time to equal. What the fuck was going on? She had turned to emasculating abuse by now, and Lance's mood darkened considerably. Then he heard a male voice in the background at Gwen's end. Suddenly her whole demeanor changed. He heard a heavily accented voice ask Who are you talking to? And he heard her reply Oh! Dieter, darling, it's no one! Then he heard her giggle and gasp, a gasp he knew only too well. Dieter, careful! Don't leave a ma- and then the connection was broken. Lance looked at the telephone like it was a poisonous snake in his hands. She WAS cheating on him! The bitch! AND she was jealous of his success, that much was painfully obvious. He cast his mind back over the past couple of years. Even when home she had seemed to grow more and more distant, and she'd started staying out late with friends. God, he must have been the laughing stock of her circle of friends for years! That stung deeper than he cared to admit. He suddenly realised he was almost crushing his phone in his hands and that Claire was looking at him with some concern. My w- he cleared his throat, My wife. She, uh, she hasn't one of her best days, it seems. His mind snapped back to the here and now. The beautiful scenery whipping past their car, the beautiful young girl sitting beside him, and the prospect of rock climbing. There was still a small angry thundercloud in his mind, but he managed to push it back. He would talk with Gwen later, when she'd calmed down. He would find out what was what, and not least who this Dieter character was. He looked up as the car stopped and a small man rippling with sinewy muscles opened the door for them. Lance had been around enough rock climbers to recognise the good ones, and their instructor Mark quickly proved to be highly competent and professional. The wall they were to scale was a little over 300 feet tall, a significant and dramatic challenge. Mark went through basic safety procedures and went on to explain about the wall they were about to ascend, talking about the hardness of the rock and pointing out good routes for beginners as well as good places for two climbers to rest along the way. By way of asking the right questions and talking about earlier experiences, Mark quickly got the measure of Lance's experience. They would take the beginners route, with Lance fastening bolts and securing ropes while Claire would keep their safety lines untangled from the climbing ropes. Mark trusted Lance enough to not participate. He would be on call to advice, if necessary. Donning his gloves, Lance looked at Claire and smiled, his adrenaline starting to pump and course through his body. Ready Claire? You're gonna love this!