Movie Stars

The girls vanished into the house while {if Mrs. Adams>0}Mrs. Adams{else}Tanya's mother, Mrs. Adams{endif} had Matt clean the pool.

An hour into that, Tanya's dad appeared. "So, you're going to be bartending?"

"Yes sir."

"Every done any before?"

"Uh, no."

"Fine. Let me show you the setup." He showed Matt the bar, gave him a quick lesson on how to prepare a few of the most popular drinks and handed him a bartender book. "If you're busy and they want something fancy, tell they they'll have to wait. Unless it's one of these five people." He showed Matt photos of three beautiful women, one man and an ancient woman who looked like she might have been a Hollywood star back in the silent era. "If any of them gets in line, pull them to the front. Hollywood is all about sucking up, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you'd better get changed. And don't let my slutty daughter get drunk but if her girlfriend wants to drink, give her doubles... and send her my way when she's sloshed. I swear I'd let that girl spit-polish my knob in a heartbeat, right?"

"She's very pretty, sir."

Mr. Adams slapped him on the back. "I can tell we're going to be friends. You've got that suckup thing down to an art."

Twenty minutes later, Matt, in his Tuxedo, was pouring drinks. He'd assumed there would be a line but it didn't work that way... at first at least. Instead Tanya and Natasha circulated among the guests and brought him drink orders which he filled. It was mostly wine which was easy. The mixed drinks weren't that hard although he did have to look up a few. While he made the more complicated drinks, Tanya gave him a lesson on who was whom. As in, the cute blonde who looked to be maybe five feet tall was a 'child star' although she was thirty and the tall darkhaired guy with no shirt was the latest heartthrob but he was as gay as could be so womankind was out of luck. And no, he was happily married so Matt was out of luck, too.

"I'm not--"

"God, can't you take a joke?"

Having the girls deliver drinks meant that they got the tips which was a little annoying at first until Matt saw how they had to withstand gropes and ass-pats and constant propositions... from both male and female actors.

"You doing okay, Matt?"

He looked up from the blender where he was trying, for the third time, to make a mojito which, despite his efforts kept being sent back as inadequate.

Mrs. Adams, wearing a mesh bathing suit coverup that didn't cover anything, looked completely depressed.

"Hi, Mrs. Adams. A couple of the drinks are complicated and, frankly, a couple of the guests are pretty fussy. Otherwise fine."

She patted him on the bottom, her breath in his ear telling the story... she'd definitely started drinking before the party and hadn't slowed down since. "Well, enjoy yourself. Those wanna-be starlets are all sluts. If the line around my husband gets too long, maybe you can catch a few of the left-overs. Lord knows that's better than I will do."

Well, shit. That was depressing. Should he make a move on Tanya's mother, take her advice on persuading a starlet to bang or keep working on Tanya and Natasha?