"Bittersweet Serendipity" The Job

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After Rob's phone call, three nights ago, I called Omar. I know I did it because I was angry over Rob hurting me, but I couldn’t help doubting that maybe I do still have feelings for him. That’s why I am standing here in a black cocktail dress and killer heels at our favorite bar and restaurant in Long Beach; The Queen Mary. The ship is famous for the many voyages she made and also because for many years, it has been said to be haunted. The TV show "Ghost Hunters” even did an episode on it a few years ago. In all the times we have been here, I have had no experiences but Omar and I use to love going here every other month, rent a room and wine & dine. The bar is called "The Observation Bar" it is very small but very beautiful. The bar is long and curved around the side of the room. There were a few chairs and tables at the opposite end of the bar, which made the place, look speechless. The walls look as they did when the ship was first built with white trim and wood finished walls. I always thought it looked fancy but Omar thought it looked old fashion. I was sitting at the bar waiting for him as usual. He was always late. I arrived later than I normally would have and yet I was still earlier than him. I ordered an apple Martini and sat at the bar. I had been waiting twenty minutes, and I started to get a little angry and embarrassed. I started to drum my fingers as the bartender came up to me and asked "Anything else I can get you?" I shook my head no and he walked away. I sipped my Martini slowly as a gentleman sat next to me. I didn't look his way, I sat there pouting, trying to decide if I should give up and leave. My ears began to heat up as I began to think how I was getting burned by two guys in one week. It had to be some kind of record. "Hello, May I buy you a drink" the gentleman said next to me. I looked at him with disapproving eyes and said "No, thank you" as politely as I could. "Come on, let me buy you one drink, you don’t even have to speak to me. I just want to buy the most beautiful women on the ship a drink." he said with a goofy grin. From my guess he was already drunk, and it was only 7:00 pm. "No, thank you sir" I said in a stern voice. "Bitch..." he said, and then walked away. I grabbed my glass and pretended I was going to throw it at him, but it wasn’t him I was angry with anyway. I was angry with Omar for being more than a half hour late. "Did he forget?" I thought. I looked over at the door and saw no one in sight. I waved the bartender down, and he came at once. "Can I help you?" he said. "Close my tab please" I said while handing him my credit card. Just when he was about to grab it from my hand I head Omar say "Why you leaving so soon beautiful?" I turned my head to the left and saw him standing there wearing a black silk shirt, and black slacks. In his hand a long was a long stem rose and a small gift bag. I smiled up at him, feeling relived he made it, and also happy to see him which shocked me in many ways. "Keep the tab open and it will be on my card" Omar said to the bartender. The bartender nodded and asked "Is there anything I can get you?" "Another of what she had and I will take a Jack straight up" Omar responded. As the bartender started to make our drinks Omar sat on the right side of me. He leaned over and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and his kiss ended up on my cheek. He smiled but I could tell in his eyes he was disappointed. He handed me the rose, I accepted with a smile. "Thank you" I said. "I am sorry I am late. I should have called but I just tried to get here fast. I got off work late." he said. "It’s ok I forgive you" I said. I couldn’t believe how happy I was feeling. "I'm glad you do” he said, smiling in response. I placed the rose on the bar just as the bartender placed our drinks on napkins and walked away. I picked up my glass as Omar held his up for a toast. "This is to a new start Marissa, you & me" I gave a small smile. I wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted. When I agreed to dinner and drinks I just thought we could just have a nice time together as old friends. His intentions were defiantly different than mine. I was going to have to do something about this. Make it clear to him that I only want to be friends and go out every now and then. I raised my glass and said "Here is to a new beginning."


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Running water, the sun on my face and a tiny head ache is what woke me up. I open my eyes to a slightly open draped window. "That’s where the sun is coming from" I thought to myself. I looked around the room and noticed I am in a hotel room. Cream colored walls, with one picture, of a field of followers and one house in the middle of it, over the bed. The bed covers are off the bed and I am only covered with a sheet. I just now noticed I am naked. I recall the events of the day before, Rob and I meeting, dinner, drinks, and....sex. I smile from the very thought of Robert Pattinson belonging to me for the entire night. It was like a dream come true. I looked around for my clothes and remember that they are still in the front room where he took them off me. I wrap myself with the sheet and walk to the front room. It was much brighter then the bedroom. I located my blue tang-top and strapless bra next to the tan sofa against the middle of the wall. Under his two shirts in front of the sofa and coffee table were my blue jeans pants and panties. The coffee table that had his books on them now had the guitar on top. I struggled to slip my panties on when I heard someone behind me clear their throat. I turned around and saw Rob wearing nothing but a white towel, the kind that the hotel gives you, around his waist. He was still wet, his hair a dark blond his eyes ever so blue and his lips still wet and looked very juicy. His chest shined from the sun beaming in from the windows. He looked so sexy I wanted to jump on him. "You can have the bathroom if you want it" I stared at him for a moment and responded "yes, thanks." I grabbed all my clothes and ran to the bathroom. It was bright, very white with a toilet and a walk-in shower with a glass door. There was two chrome racks on the wall, one to hang a wet towel and another that held many towels. I laid my clothes on the wet towel rack and got dressed. Once I was done I walked out the bathroom to the sinks that were just outside the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was everywhere and sticking to my face. I turned the faucet on and wet my hair and face. On the counter were two plastic cups cover in a bag and a comb in side. I took the comb and comb out my hair. I looked myself over in the mirror and decided there wasn't much more I can do. Now I am nervous. What am I to say to him now? We spent the whole night sleeping together and now what? Leave and never see him again? Ask to stay? I had no idea but he was waiting for me in the front room. I sat on the bed and tried to breathe. I had to say something. "Well there isn't anything to say, take it as the moment comes Marissa" I thought. So I got up and walked to the front room where Rob was sitting on the sofa waiting for me.



When I entered the room He was dressed wearing a blue t-shirt, blue jeans and his Nike shoes. In his hands were my boots, he handed them to me and said "I don't have a car to drive you home, so I called a car to take you." I looked at him and replied "thank you." I sat on the couch while he was on the phone for ten minutes in the bedroom; I didn't listen because I was nervous as to what I was going to say when we part from each other. He came out and said "The car is here." I got up and smiled at him. I wanted to kiss him goodbye. He walked over to the door and opened it. I got up took a deep breath and walked towards the door. He then grabbed my hand pulled me close to his chest and looked at me in the eye. I stared back in those warm blue beautiful eyes of his and my stomach started to flap around. Again I wanted to jump on him and make him mine. He leaned in and kissed me softly. His lips so soft and warm. He stuck a little tongue just enough for me to feel it on my lips. My nipples became erect from this hot kiss he was giving me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held tight. He held me tight and I wanted him to hold me tighter. He sucked on my bottom lip then started to kiss down my neck. I can feel his member grow harder against my thigh. He then whispered "I want to see you again." I gave a little moan and replied "you have my number." He kissed back up my neck and gave me one last kiss on the lips before letting me go. He led me out the door and down the hall to the same elevator as last night. We entered the elevator and he pushed the "G" button to the garage. The elevator began to descend and Rob held my hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. "When can I call you again?" he asked. "When ever you feel like it" I responded while smiling at him. I just could not believe he was opening up to me. The whole morning was so nerve racking that it made me sick. Now he is asking me if he can see me again and I still feel sick, this time from excitement. The Elevator opened and a security guard was standing in the door way just like last night. Rob led me to the door and into the garage where a black SUV was waiting for us. Rob opened the driver side passenger door and I slid in. He smiled at me and shut the door walked over to the other side and opened the back passenger side door, sliding in next to me. He closes the door and tells the driver my address. The SUV slowly rolls to the exit of the garage and I can see the bright sunny day of Los Angeles. I was expecting cameras and lots of paparazzi's. There was only the light traffic of the late morning crossing us. We turned right and disappeared in the City of LA.


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Conclusion NC-17


As the steel cage shutters and squeaks its way up to the top floor of the hotel, I try to clear my head of the day. Not that it was particularly bad in any specific way, it just…was. I can feel my face twist into a sneer as I recount the events that led me to this point. The fans. The cameras. The paparazzi. Kristen’s incessant knitting. The knitting. Like a fucking grandmother. Are our scenes that boring that you have to bring crafts to set just to make it through? I turn around and slam my back against the wall. The metal gives and pops, and I begin counting to myself to pass the seconds.

The lift buzzes and the doors labor open and I take off down the hall to my room. I already had my room key clutched in my hand. I slide the plastic card into the reader and it blinks red at me. I spin the card around and try it the other direction. Again, I am denied. I have opened hundreds of these bloody doors, why is this one fucking with me now? I start jiggling the handle out of frustration and swipe the card in and out furiously, not daring to look around me. Finally, the door decides to open and I fall into my room, quickly shutting it and turning the deadbolt behind me.

My first stop is to the bathroom for a quick piss, and I start thinking about what to have for dinner. I had already ordered the steak last night…maybe pizza tonight. I wasn’t feeling a ‘culinary experience’. After a quick shake and button, I made my way through the living room and into the bedroom. At least I’ve earned the right to a suite I suppose. Not that I really care. The darkened room instantly brings me some peace and I begin to kick off my shoes and unbutton my Edward-costume shirt, dropping it to the ground into my ’sort of dirty’ pile on the side of the bed. I clear some debris out of the way and dig out a book and fall back onto the rumpled sheets. I stare at the books cover, but I don’t feel like reading. I set it on the bed and slowly push it off the edge with a finger, listening to it fall to the floor. Thank God the maids are wise to it, not even attempting to come in anymore. I chuckle to myself at the memory of me almost physically pushing the one out, and how I’ve had no further encounters since.

I needed a smoke. I dug my Marlboro lights out of my right pocket and searched the others for a lighter. Fuck. Must have let someone borrow it again. I tapped the box on my palm a few times and place a cigarette between my lips as I roll out of bed, swiping a lighter off the nightstand. Peeling back the thick hotel drapes, I started fumbling with the window. It wouldn’t even hint that it would open.

“Son of a fucking BITCH.” I hissed between my lips, the cigarette defying gravity, bouncing and lightly clenched between my teeth. They had bolted the fucking thing shut. Raising an eyebrow, smiling at that macabre thought, it seemed clear someone had the foresight that I might jump.

“To the bright open balcony it is then…” I spoke aloud as I sauntered into the living area and slid open the glass door. I hesitated to take the next step outside, and instead pulled a chair to the edge of the open window and sat in it. I just don’t care for the feeling of being in anyway….’exposed’. This was better.

I take the cigarette from my lips and pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, flicking the lighter as I inhale. There is a momentary glow from the cigarette that lights the small dark corner I’m sitting in, and I take a long suck on the paper filter. Blowing the smoke out in a steady stream towards the open window, I pull my left hand through my hair and lean back in the uncomfortable chair. Who do they design these chairs for anyway? I allow my eyes to go unfocused, and before I know it my fingertips were hot from the cigarette burning down. I light another and wonder how long I had been sitting there. I also realize I’m cold and quickly chain-smoke through the one in my hand and another and flick the last butt onto the balcony, shutting the window.

Turning around I survey my room. I don’t want to do anything.

“Fuck.”

Walking by the mirror as I shuffle back toward the bedroom I catch my reflection and remember I need to take a shower. Another nuisance of filming. They want you ‘clean’. I can’t help but laugh out loud about that one a bit as I go into the oversized bathroom and turn on the shower.

What a fucking day. I look down at my jeans and begin slipping the buttons out of their holes with my fingers. My stupidly long, stupidly bendy fingers. I never understand why girls are on about them. I slip my jeans down and step out of them while holding up my right hand, examining it. I mean, I’m double jointed so I can never hold onto anything, and I have like, woman’s hands. What man has such long, slender, even fingers? How is that attractive? I shrug and shake my head and cross my arms over my chest to grab at the edges of my white undershirt and pull it up over my head. I can’t help but look at myself in the mirror and jackass around a bit, striking a few cheesy poses in my black boxer briefs, giving myself ‘tough guy’ looks and ‘making love to the camera’ while running my hand through my hair. I don’t take any of my ’sex symbol’ title that has been bestowed on me seriously. I giggle a bit before tucking my thumbs into my waistband and pulling down my underpants, kicking them off as I step into the shower.

As soon as the warm water hits my skin I can feel stress and tension literally begin to slide off of my body. The water hits the center of my chest, and I stand there for a long moment, just letting it warm me. I hold out my arms and place them on the travertine tile wall in front of me, allowing my head to drop down under the strong rain of hot water. I sigh, slick back my wet hair with both my hands, wiping away the water droplets that have clung to my irritatingly long eyelashes. Time to get down to business.

Grabbing my fourth hotel ‘Swiss milled’ soap bar of my stay, I begin to run the bar over my shoulders and arms as my mind wanders. They had been keeping this set more closed than ever before, and although I do like seeing the fans be so excited and happy for what we’re doing, it was a relief to be able to actually concentrate on my job a bit more. Today, however, was one of the days when I did encounter quite a big group of fans. I continue to circle the small bar over my chest and down my stomach as I remember the faces of the girls that were screaming at me. Or at least…most of them were. There were a few that seemed somehow…different? They weren’t screaming at me, rather, they were just smiling, watching. It was strange, it was as if all the other girls just melted away and I could focus on the faces of just those few, unusual fans. One girl in particular stood out in my mind: short brown hair, striking eyes, dark framed glasses, and pouty lips. I swear I saw her simply mouth to me with the most intense look, ‘I want you.’


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