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The Rendezvous	By : deppstergal Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 3488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-The Rendezvous
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The Rendezvous

She was not used to being kept waiting but the woman at the bar had good reason to be patient that evening. She was waiting for someone special and he was not that late, not yet. She knew she was attracting the attention of the other men who sat at the bar, but she refused to make eye contact with any of them, and instead stared straight ahead. ‘Soon’, she thought to herself, ‘soon he will be here and nothing else will matter.’ She glanced at her wristwatch. He was already eleven minutes late and she knew she should feel angry at him for keeping her waiting. She had every right to be mad. She had made it perfectly clear what time she wished to meet with him, and this was not some casual meeting. This was his job. She was paying for his services and paying him handsomely. He ought to be on time. Surely, she had a right to expect him to be punctual? Yes. But try as she might she could not summon up enough anger to overshadow the excitement she felt at the prospect of meeting him again.

She had rang the agency early that afternoon, half expecting to be told that he was already booked for this evening. ‘Yes’ said the voice on the other end of the line, ‘Luke is available. You know the rates?’ She knew the rates---a thousand dollars an hour. She booked him for four hours. He was now fifteen minutes late and she toyed with the idea of ringing the agency to complain about his tardiness. She reached for her purse and felt inside it for her cell phone, but suddenly she was aware of a wave of warm breath caressing the back of her neck. She fought the urge to look round. Instead she lifted her head and gazed into the mirror the hung on the wall facing the bar. For a second her heart stopped dead, stilled by the beauty of his reflection. Dear God, she thought, I will never, ever get used to the sight of him. She felt his hands resting lightly on her shoulders and he smiled at her through the mirror.

‘You’re late’ she said quietly, gazing at his perfectly chiselled features. He made a little shrug and leant in closer to her. ‘I know. I’m sorry. There was an emergency at home. I got here as soon as I could.’ She lifted her glass and drained the last of her drink, gathered up her purse and the room key and slid off the bar stool. ‘Your domestic emergencies are not my concern’ she said coolly as she turned to face him. He gave her an apologetic smile as he took her arm and linked it into his. ‘Perhaps I can make it up to you in the room. Do you have the key?’ He gazed at her intently and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she handed him the room key.

In the elevator she let him kiss her without responding to the passion he always made her feel. As he withdrew from her, she closed her eyes and said quietly, ‘Don’t be so forward with me. I am the one who is calling the shots tonight and you will do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?’ Again he gave a casual shrug of his shoulders and flashed a half smile. ‘I understand perfectly’ he said before turning his back on her to face the elevator door. The lift ground to a halt and as the door slid open, he stood back to allow her to leave first. She knew he was staring at her ass as she walked ahead of him along the hotel corridor and she tried not to smile to herself, afraid he would catch her and ruin her act. She stopped outside Room 224 and beckoned for him to unlock the door. She stood back watching his ass as he struggled to get the key into the lock. ‘I hope you are less clumsy with other fittings----other more intimate fittings’. The key clicked and he pushed the door open wide. ‘I’ve never had any complaints about my intimate fittings so far, but I guess there’s always a first time’ he said giving her the full, devastatingly gorgeous smile.

Inside the room, she removed her coat and kicked off her shoes. He stood with his back against the closed door watching her every move. She checked out the en suite, pleased that the room had a large Victorian style bath. She stood in front of the mirror and studied her face. She wondered if he found her attractive. How could she tell with someone like him? Someone who slept with women for money. She took off her earrings and undid the clasp on her bracelet, but she could get the catch on her necklace undone. She hadn’t even been able to get it fastened earlier on this evening. She’d had to call her beloved to fasten it for her. Her heart leapt in her chest at the thought of her man, of the look in his eyes as he had kissed her goodbye tonight. The look told her that he knew what she was up to, he knew she was deceiving him. ‘Don’t start getting all soppy’ she chided herself as she walked back into the bedroom. ‘Can you help me with my necklace?’ she said as she walked towards the man she was paying for sex. He did not move but waited for her to come to him. She stood in front of him with her back to him. He swiftly undone the clasp but he did not kiss the back of her neck as her beloved would have done. He handed her the piece of jewellery as he asked her, ‘Anything else you want me to remove?’

‘You can take off your clothes’ she said firmly. ‘All, except your jeans and whatever you’ve got on underneath them. Keep the jeans on.’ She kept her back to him as she slowly took off the silky dress, revealing the skimpy deep purple lingerie she wore underneath. Now she turned to face him but she was too busy gazing at his naked torso to notice how he responded to her near nakedness. Reaching for his hand she led him towards the bed. ‘Let’s just lie down next to each other for a few minutes’ she said smiling shyly. ‘I would like to ask you a few questions about yourself.’ He looked puzzled as he positioned himself on the bed. ‘I thought this kind of meeting was meant to maintain a degree of anonymity’ he said looking directly into her eyes. She smiled and shook her head, ‘The anonymity is for the paying customer, not the supplier’. He laughed abruptly and ran his hand through his thick dark brown hair. ‘Is that how you see me? As a supplier, a supplier of sex?’

She leaned closer to him and kissed him lightly. ‘No, I see you more as a fulfiller of fantasies, but at a thousand dollars an hour, I reckon I’m entitled to a few questions, don’t you?’ He rolled onto his back and sighed, ‘Okay, ask me your questions.’ She gently stroked his chest, running her fingers down to the waistband of his jeans. ‘Luke is not your real name, is it’. ‘No.’ he said, ‘None of the guys who work as escorts use their real names.’ ‘Will you tell me your real name?’ He sighed again. ‘No, it might ruin your fantasy and it would probably make me feel kind of weird. Besides, my real name is pretty boring, you know? Luke sounds much better for a romantic lover.’ She narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. Instead she turned her attention to his nipples. She pulled him onto his side as she flicked her tongue over them, making them darker and more erect almost instantaneously. ‘Do you like being an escort?’ she asked him as she heard his breath get shorter. ‘It’s okay. I’ve had worse jobs in the past, but it’s not like my life’s ambition to be an escort, a supplier of sex to rich, frustrated women.’ He let out a yelp as she bit his nipple hard. ‘I may be rich,’ she said angrily, ‘but I’m not frustrated! I just get lonely sometimes, that’s all.’

They lay side by side in silence for a few minutes and then she turned on her side again to face him. ‘Tell me about your little domestic disaster---the one that made you late tonight.’ He turned his head to look at her, saying, ‘I thought my domestic emergencies weren’t your concern?’ As he waited for her reply he felt her hand softly rubbing his crotch through the heavy denim of his jeans. ‘Okay’ he said with a sigh of resignation. ‘My son got stung by a bee. He’s only four and he was pretty shook up. I had to calm him down, you know?’ The rubbing stopped. ‘You’re married?’ she asked incredulously. ‘No, I’m not married. I’m just in a long term relationship, one that’s produced a couple of kids.’ There followed a long silence, but the rubbing had started up again. ‘Do you love her?’ she asked, ‘This woman, the mother of your children.’ He put his hand over hers and guided the speed and direction of her movements. ‘Yes, I love her very much.’ She was aware that he moved her hand away briefly as he unzipped his jeans.

‘Does she know about this?’ she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. The sudden heat of his flesh being pressed into her hand caused her to make an audible gasp. ‘She knows,’ he said as he squeezed her hand around his erect penis. ‘It’s not the ideal situation for either of us, but it’s the best way for me to earn enough money to support my girl and my kids.’ For a moment she was stunned into silence, confused by his honesty and slightly annoyed by the fact that he had once more taken charge of the seduction without her permission. ‘Take your jeans off’ she said abruptly, ‘I want to see you naked.’ She helped him slide his jeans over his well toned thighs, then she eased the soft cotton boxer shorts down his legs before tossing them to the floor. ‘Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?’ she asked gazing into his dark brown eyes. Again he laughed and shook his head. ‘I’m not vain enough to see myself as beautiful, but I’m deeply flattered when women tell me that I am.’ She leaned over him again kissing him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth and relishing his returned response.

He moved his hand over her stomach, stroking her skin gently and slipping his hand beneath the edge of her bikini briefs. ‘You’ve got kids too’ he said his mouth pressed against the side of her face. She was just about to ask him how he knew when she felt his fingers delicately tracing the silvery white stretch marks over her hip bones. She nodded as she found his mouth again and once more covered it with her hungry kisses. ‘Tell me about your girl’ she said breathlessly, ‘tell me what makes you love her?’ His hand slid down deeper and felt the moistness between her legs. ‘My girl is beautiful and kind and funny. She’s very loving, incredibly sexy and great mommy to our kids, and she knows exactly how to calm me down, how to keep me focused and how to ignore me when I’m being a pain in the ass.’ As she parted her legs to allow him better access, he whispered in her ear, ‘Enough of your questions, now it’s time for mine.’

‘I’ve told you about my girl, now tell me about your husband, because I know you’re married.’ She shook her head and arched her back as his fingers brought her closer to orgasm. ‘No, no. We’re not married, at least not legally’. She told him they had been together for a long time and it felt like they were married. ‘Do you love him?’ he asked as he kissed her neck. ‘Yes, I adore him. I worship him but I just don’t get him to myself very often. Mostly I miss him. I miss him so much.’ No words were spoken for the next couple of minutes as he concentrated on getting her to climax, and he watched intently as her body shuddered and shook. She moaned loudly at first and then whimpered quietly as her orgasm faded from unbearable intensity to a relaxed wave of contentment. As her breathing neared normal he began his questions again. ‘So what does your man do to make you miss him enough to hire my services?’ She stretched her arms over her head and yawned luxuriously. ‘My man is very rich, very successful and very powerful with a lot of people making demands on his time. He works too hard because he doesn’t want to let anyone down, but sometimes he lets me down because he’s not there when I really need him.’

‘Have you told him how you feel?’ he asked. He sounded genuinely concerned. ‘Oh, I try from time to time, but he’s always so absorbed in the next new project that he doesn’t really hear what I’m trying to say to him.’ He felt her sadness and kissed her gently as he drew her closer to him. ‘Don’t feel sorry for me’ she said as she let him hold her closely, ‘He loves me, I know he loves me, but sometimes I wish I could get back the boy I fell in love with. I kind of liked him when he was insecure and nervous and pretty screwed up about most things. He really needed me then, and he knew he needed me, but now I’m not so sure that he does need me.’ Without missing a beat he had her stripped of her underwear and he rolled on top of her, whispering, ‘Does he know you hire male escorts? Do you think he’d be jealous if he knew, or do you think that maybe he’s unfaithful to you?’ Moaning gently as he entered her, she sighed and said, ‘No, he doesn’t know and yes, he would be insanely jealous if he found out and I don’t think he’s ever been unfaithful to me, at least I pray he hasn’t because I couldn’t bear that.’

He said nothing as he focused on making love to the beautiful woman who had hired him for this. Hired him to give her sexual satisfaction and he had no doubt that he could give her what she needed. With each rhythmical thrust he brought her closer to ecstasy and he felt his own desire waiting, ready to explode inside her. She held him tight as her breathing changed, signalling that she was on the verge of orgasm yet again. A few seconds later and she was over the brink. No more quiet moans, but animal howls as she dug her nails deep into his back screaming a name that was not his, at least not for tonight. Seconds later he erupted inside her and happily gave up the pretence as he too yelled out the name of his love. It was over. Done. Wonderfully gone, wonderfully exorcised and there was nothing left to say so they slept the dreamless sleep of lovers, their arms and bodies entwined.

It was still dark when she awoke, shivering with cold as her lover had taken all of the bedclothes and wrapped them around his lithe body. She tried several times to disentangle him and free some bedding to cover her own nakedness, but sleep had made his body heavy and she could not budge him even a fraction of an inch. She sat up in the bed and strained to see the time on the little beside clock. It was one a.m. They should have been gone an hour ago, both of them on the return journey to their loved ones. She knew her beloved would be waiting up for her, and she guessed Luke’s girl would be waiting for him. It was time to go. She shook him awake saying, ‘We have to go. Your girl is waiting for you and my man is waiting for me.’ He stirred and stumbled out of bed and into his clothes without really surfacing. Then he remembered. ‘Can we sort out the payment now?’ he said somewhat coyly. She grabbed her purse and pulling out the sealed envelope, she threw it on the bed. He picked up the envelope and stuffed it into his jeans without checking it. ‘Was I worth it,’ he asked. She smiled and said, ‘I’ve had better---not much, but better. You’re overpriced but you’re still good, and luckily, I can afford to pay over the odds for a guy like you’. Suddenly he looked sad. ‘Maybe next time we could negotiate a discount seeing that you’re a loyal customer and I’m obviously failing to rock your boat’. She laughed as she pulled on her coat, ‘You were all I hoped for and more, so don’t put yourself down. You’re not a failure, you just got some real tough competition.’

The house was in darkness as the cab pulled into the driveway. She paid the driver and tried to hide her disappointment that he had not waited up for her. As she unlocked the door, a light was switched on from inside and she smiled to herself. He stood leaning against the living room door frame, smiling at her. ‘How was your evening? he asked, his eyes shining with mischief. ‘I had a good time’ she said, allowing him to help her off with her coat. ‘How was your meeting?’ she asked, ‘Did it go well?’ He drew her into his arms, gently kissing her. ‘It went like a dream, but I’ve been thinking that maybe we should spend more time together ‘cos I really miss having you around.’ She looked up into his deep brown eyes and said, ‘I’m always here whenever you need me. I love you Johnny. We don’t need to have secret assignations to show our love. It might be fun, but it’s not necessary and it’s costing us a fortune in hotel rooms and escort fees.’

He pulled the sealed envelope from the back pocket of his jeans and tore it open. ‘How much did this cost you?’ he asked staring at the pouch of Bali Shag tobacco. She giggled, hiding behind her hand as she replied, ‘Twenty two dollars and 35 cents’. He laughed, shaking his head, ‘God, I really sell myself cheap, but for you Vanessa any price is too high. You got me girl, you got me from the word go and you’ll always have me because I love you. Now let’s go to bed, the kids will be awake in a couple of hours and I got to be on set for 7.30 am.’
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