Mixing with the stars.

John had butterflies in her stomach as she prepared for the evening. A matron of the agency helped fix her hair and pick out her clothes.

“Now we want sexy, not sleazy, deary.” She looked John over. “Hmmm. Wonderful skin, good muscle tone... perhaps something in red, backless, maybe a little cleavage. Oh yes! I've got just the thing.” She left and came back with a stunning backless red silk dress. The front rose all the way up and was supported by a sequined collar around the neck. It had a diamond shape cut out of the front that would, for John, expose a tantalizing amount of cleavage. It was silted up the side and had a very subtle floral pattern woven into it.

John put it on. “Oh wow. This is so gorgeous!” she said looking at herself in the mirror.

The matron smiled knowingly, “You will turn more than a few heads in that number. Now come here, let’s touch up your makeup and hair.” She had John wear her hair high off the shoulder and use very little makeup. “I wish all the girls were as easy to prepare as you are.”

Lastly, she gave her two earrings studded with blue diamonds. “These must be worth a fortune! I can’t wear these,” protested John.

“Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t had a girl lose them yet. Besides, you’re new. The earrings are our signal to potential clients who may never have seen you before.”

John looked over once more in the mirror. She couldn’t believe she was looking at herself. She looked like a beautiful Hollywood star. The matron patted her on the shoulder. “Go knock 'em dead, sweetie.”

She was driven to a party that being held before the show. All sorts of stars were in attendance, not just the nominees. She walked into a hotel ballroom. The floors were crossed with red carpet and a several crystal chandeliers lit the room.

She took a deep breath, **** herself to remember everything she had learned, and took a step into a new world. She was soon talking to Viggo Mortinson from the Lord of the Rings trilogy. She flirted and spoke with him about his art but, remembering that he was married (and apparently faithful), soon forlornly left him and moved about the room.

She was speaking to Johnny Depp about Captain Sparrow, when she noticed Halle Berry looking at her from across the room. Johnny smiled and said, “I think that Halle is checking you out.”

She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Halle pointing at her and whispering a question to someone. John was surprised. She said, “I didn’t know she liked women.”

He laughed, “I heard that she swore off of men after David Justice. I think you might get lucky tonight.” He kissed her hand and walked off as Halle came up.

“Hello,” said the bodacious starlet, “I’m Halle Berry. You must be the John from the agency that everyone’s talking about.”

“People are talking about me?” John said with genuine surprise.

“Oh yes. You’ve made quite an impression on people, myself included. I was wondering if, after the awards, you and I might get together.”

John felt like fainting. Halle Berry wanted her! She kept herself composed and said, “Of course, I would be more than happy to.”

Halle hugged her very intimately, smelling her hair and pressing herself tightly up against her. She whispered in her ear. “Ooo, I know we are going to have a wonderful time.”

John was given a seat and got to watch the awards. She had a very hard time actual paying attention to the ceremony. The feeling of Halle’s body pressed up against hers was still sending quivers through her.

The awards ended and she was driven to an after party in a large mansion. She mingled and flirted and managed to pick up a few appointments for other nights. She saw Halle give her a look and then duck into a lonely room. John followed her in.

Inside the diva was laying on her side atop a leather sofa. She looked at John out of the top of her eyes. "You have no idea how much I wanted to touch you when I first saw you."

John knelt on the floor in front of the couch, "Are we safe here? What if somebody comes in?"

"Doesn't it excite you? The thrill of getting caught?”