Paparazzi !

At a relaxed pace you follow the grey SUV onto the parking lot of the fitness studio. You have made sure the stunning woman behind the steering wheel hasn’t noticed you as you maneuvered behind her through the busy LA afternoon traffic, never letting her get out of sight, but always keeping a couple of vehicles between you and her to help you to keep from being spotted.

You roll into the next free parking box and watch with a smile as the curvaceous girl stops her car, gathers a couple of things from the passenger seat and then steps out into the warm afternoon air, a bottle with some red smoothie and her purse in hand.

You lick your lips as Jessica Alba turns her back towards you to slam the door shut, unknowingly presenting her tight butt to you, that even through the loose, zebra-patterned jogging pants she is wearing looks absolutely amazing.

Apart from that she wears a black tank-top underneath which you can clearly see the black sports-bra, black sneakers and sun-glasses. Her dirty-blonde hair is done up in a bun, quick and convenient, a common attire for the Pilates-session you know the starlet plans to attend to.

As she locks her car you quickly take the prepared envelope out of your glove box and jump out of your car, not even bothering to lock it. There is nothing personal inside and anyone who wants to steal the old piece of crap would actually do you a favor… so why waste time.

You see that she was already halfway to the entrance door of the gym, so you pick up your pace and ran up to her.

“Mrs. Alba!”

She doesn’t stop, yet she slows down a little and glances back over her shoulder. She smiles at you, a studied smile she doesn’t actually mean, that every celebrity has for fans that invade their privacy for an autograph. She has no reason to believe you were someone else.

“Good afternoon,” she says as you catch up to her, the wide, fake yet beautiful smile on her face, “What can I do for you?”

“Jessica, I just wanted to say that I am a big fan of you!” Not even a lie… how could you not be a fan of an ass like that?

“Thank you very much,” she smiles, seeming actually truly happy to hear the praise, yet she looks at you slightly impatient since you haven’t answered her question. She wants to get this autograph or photo done so she can get inside.

“I just wanted to give you this…” you say excitedly as you offer the envelope to her. Your hands are slightly shaking and sweaty. You are really nervous.

She gives me another wide smile as she takes the envelope. “I’ll read it later.” She says and makes a move to put it in her purse as you stop her.

“No, please, Jess, you gotta open it now!” you demand.

For a split-second her brow furrows, but then she slightly sighs and the smile is back as she looks at you, considering.

Then she opens the envelope and pulls out the content. You closely watch her reaction as she sees that it isn’t a cheesy fan letter but only a single photo.

“Oh my god,” she gasps and you see her eyes go wide behind her sunglasses as she recognizes what’s in the picture.