I tried to give her advice, I really did, but she wouldn't take it.I tried to give her advice, I really did, but she wouldn't take it. Since she wouldn't take my advice to drop the ass, I was going to catch my own hollywood ass tonight. The next room was a little quieter, but still noisy. I finished the champagne and grabbed another one and went through the door, stepping past the dancers and gropers. Sexy though all the jiggling flesh was, I had to meet somebody before I could dance with her, at least if I wanted to make a good enough impression to get into her panties that night. People were standing around in groups next to the pool. I walked up to a good sized one and listened for a minute. They were talking about the music inside, arguing over what kind it was. This was perfect. I butted in with my patter about music and everybody listened to it. They all looked at me like I dropped from Mars. I stuck out like a sore thumb at this party full of big haired Bruce Jenner lookalikes in cotton duck suits. In my leathers, pale as a ghost, and with my buzzed blond hair, I looked more like Billy Idol than a hollywood man. I'm in industrial metal dance music, but you can call it rock and roll. That's why I look the way I do, not scummy or anything, but still anything but all american. I kept talking and ran my eyes around the circle. The girls were all very cute, and they were looking my way. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before, so I finished the circle. I went back to her, and as our eyes locked together I realized she was Alyssa Milano, that cute dark haired kid who played Tony Danza's daughter on "Who's the Boss?" She had grown up into a very sexy woman, but still had that vulnerable, big-eyed look. I finished the joke with the surprise punchline and grinned, then the laughter started as they caught on. She was still looking at me so I smiled at her and winked. She got the joke and smiled at me, then dropped her eyes in a sexy little-girl way. We all kept talking about music this and that, all the time poaching champagne (Alyssa and me) and smart drinks (most of them) from the waiters, and before long I was next to Alyssa, talking to her about music. |