The pushy director always brought the goods, and this night was no exception. After yet another untouched meal, using our forks to move expensive flesh around on our plates, sniffling and talking over each other, he checked his phone and asked if I’d like to go to a bar in West Hollywood, to meet up with his actor friend, JP. I most certainly did want to do that, and I nodded my head furiously to convey my intense enthusiasm. Anything to avoid the inevitable pushiness that would come if the evening were to lead to his architectural canyon home, just the two of us, alone. So we set off, in his brand new Audi SUV, while he described his actor friend to me, laughing and calling him a “massive slut”. A funny sounding phrase coming out of his usually soft-spoken mouth.
.“This guy, he’s just like, really good looking, and really rich, and I swear to god, he fucks a different woman every night. Models, prostitutes, porn stars, you name it. He tells me about them all! He is so crazy!” I wonder…
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