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Lost in New York COMPLETE	By : JDLady Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 5638 -:- 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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Discalimer: I don't own Johnny Depp (if I did, you could be sure I wouldn't be spending my time writing stories about him.) Nothing is true here but his name and the fact that he's a god of hottness.

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The whole day had been awful. All I wanted was to wash off the whole experience. The audition was a complete bust and I knew I had to remove it from my consciousness immediately. I realized the whole thing was over the moment the man asked me to take my top off. Had he even been listening when I read my lines or was he just staring at my chest the whole time? My head still ached from being called “sweetheart” for the long, torturous hour and finding a bar to get myself shit-faced in was the only priority I possessed.

I found a common dive in the middle of the meatpacking district, far enough away from the memories of the studio in midtown Manhattan. It was dark and the floors were sticky and it smelled of just the right combination of smoke, beer, and loneliness. It was perfect and I was already feeling better when I took my seat at the bar. The bartender gave me a look as if he’d never seen a woman before and I asked for a beer and a shot of tequila, making certain to be direct so he wouldn’t dither. I was in no mood to dally. I wanted to get drunk, the sooner the better.

I pulled out my cigarettes from my purse as the bottle and unusually large shot glass were set in front of me. That’s the good thing about these dives. They know you’re there for one reason and one reason only so the alcohol is never watered down and they give you more than the expensive joints will. I tossed the creamy liquid from the shot glass down my throat and felt it burn my mouth before it warmed my chest and stomach, working its magic. I chased it with a couple of long gulps of the beer and my tightened muscles slowly softened. I wasn’t much of a drinker and I knew it wasn’t going to take long to reach the desired effects.

I could still hear the chuckles of the audition monitors when I pulled one of the cigarettes from the pack. What a bunch of fucks they all were. Probably wouldn’t have known real talent if it had sat on their faces. I cringed at the image the thought produced as I flicked my lighter, desperate for the nicotine. But the damn thing wouldn’t spark. I tried several times, silently cursing the thing. Why wasn’t anything working today? I felt a sudden urge to fling it across the room when a hand appeared before me with a rich yellow flame emanating from it. I turned to see the dark figure I hadn’t noticed sitting next to me. In the dim light of the bar I couldn’t make out his features but the flame from the lighter gave off enough light for me to see he had long hair and a thin splattering of stubble above his lip and on his chin. I leaned into the flame and inhaled on the cigarette, slowly sending the smoke into my lungs. I mumbled a quick thank you, hoping he would take my passivity as a rejection. I really wasn’t in the mood to be hit on by some skuzzy guy in a cheap bar.

“Hard day?” he asked. His voice was throaty and deep and oddly familiar.

“Hard life,” I answered, not looking at him. I took another drag on my cigarette. It complemented the alcohol nicely and I watched as a thin, ribbon of smoke rose from the lit tobacco.

“You wanna talk about it?”

I turned to look at him. His body was slightly turned towards me and while I could see eyes, a nose, and a mouth, I still couldn’t really see his face. But to tell the truth, I really wasn’t trying. I eyed the bartender as he passed by and went to talk to some drunk who was laying his head at the other end of the bar. Great, I thought. Now I was stuck talking to this guy.

“I’m just tired of being treated like a piece of meat,” I said. I took another sip of my beer and wondered if he would take the hint.

“Who treats you like a piece of meat?’ The guy was clearly not getting the message.

“Everyone,” I said bitterly. “In my business, if you have breasts and a pretty face, you’re nothing more than a piece of meat.”

“And what business is that?”

“I’m an actress,” I said, waiting for the inevitable. The moment I told anyone what I did for a living I was instantly hit with a barrage of ridiculous, annoying questions. Have I seen you in anything? Do you really get paid to do that? Do you have to sleep with directors? I always ended up wanting to hit myself for even mentioning it.

But he didn’t ask any annoying questions. Instead he leaned back, pulling out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and sighed, “Yeah, well, I know a thing or two about bring treated like a piece of meat in the film industry.”

I watched as he brought the cigarette to his lips and sparked his lighter, finally illuminating his face. I nearly fell off my chair.

“Fuck me, you’re Johnny Depp!” I exclaimed much louder than I had intended to.

He raised his eyebrows and sent me a wicked grin as he sucked on his smoke. “Well, when you put it that way, than I guess I am,” he said with a smile before blowing his smoke away.

“Sorry,” I said, dropping my forehead into my palm, my face ablaze with embarrassment. “It’s just that I didn’t expect to bump into a movie star in a place like this.”

“That’s why I like to come here. No one expects to find me in a place like this.” He smiled and took a swig from the long necked bottle in front of him. “So, what happened?” he continued. “Some director try to get you on his casting couch?”

"No, not this time,” I smiled. It was nice to talk to someone who might understand. “No, this time they were just more interested in my tits than my resume.”

He smiled knowingly and took another drag on his cigarette. “Yeah, they’re all fucking animals.”

“Vultures,” I answered. “I’ve told my agent time and time again that I want good roles, hearty roles and all he does is send me on these auditions where the only requirement is that the character look good in a tight black dress.”

“Well, I can understand where he’s coming from. You probably look really good in a tight black dress.” He blew smoke from his nostrils and I noticed him looking at my legs. Was Johnny Depp flirting with me? I wasn’t sure but I decided to fight fire with fire.

“Not as good as you probably would,” I said with an innocent grin. He laughed, his voice deep and sexy and it warmed my stomach.

“Well, just remember,” he said, pointing his cigarette at me, “I had to fight to wear the tight black dresses. So maybe you’ll have an easier time.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I laughed, taking another sip from my drink.

“So what’s your name?” He was now fully facing me.

“Emily.”

“Emily what?”

“Buttersfield.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “I know, I know. My agent has been after me for years to change it.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that you don’t,” he said with a strong nod. “Because the moment they get you to change your name, they know they’ve got you. I won’t tell you the 101 ideas they had for my name when I was starting out.” I was shocked. Who would ever have wanted to change his name? It was perfect.

I took another long sip from the bottle, finishing off my drink when I heard a loud ruckus behind me. I turned and saw what could only be a group of college kids stumbling into the bar. They were clearly drunk and very loud and I felt a sudden strong desire to be far away. Johnny, reading my mind, stood up and threw some cash on the bar.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked, stamping out his cigarette.

“Desperately,” I answered. I put out my smoke and placed my money on the bar before following him out the door into the crisp autumn night.

The alcohol had warmed me and I wasn’t as cold as I had been. However, I still caught myself shivering slightly out of nerves. I was walking next to Johnny Depp, for goodness sake. From the brightness of the street lamps I was finally able to see him clearly. He wasn’t as tall as I thought he’d be but he still towered over my 5’3 frame. Everything about him was dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark black pants and t-shirt and a black wool jacket. It was as if he were bathed in shadow but that didn’t detract from his appeal. He was a devastatingly handsome man.

The street was practically empty except for the occasional cab or group of people. I could see why he liked the area. Anyone could be invisible here. With the fluidness of a veteran New Yorker, he hailed a cab and opened the door for me.

“Get in, I’ll take you home.” I smiled graciously and climbed into the backseat. The car had that fresh car smell all cabs seem to have and I leaned back against the leather seat as Johnny slid in next to me. He slammed the door shut and the cab took off.

“So, where do you live?” he asked, leaning forward to give the driver the directions. I thought of my hole-in-the-wall apartment on Avenue A and the misery in was covered in. The place would be depressing and lonely after the day I’d had and I couldn’t think of a place I wanted to be less.

“I really don’t want to go home,” I said, looking out the window and wondering if there was anywhere I actually wanted to be. I watched the city lights fly by and thought of all the places I hadn’t seen. Maybe they would be safer.

“Well,” Johnny finally said, breaking into my thoughts. “I was just gonna go back to my hotel. You’re welcome to come. I got a fully stocked bar and no drunk college kids.”

“Sounds heavenly,” I grinned, still looking out the window. But then the weight of his invitation set in. He was asking me to go up to him hotel room? Was this a proposition? And further more, did I even mind if it was? I turned to look at him, his face going in and out of shadow with each passing street light. He wasn’t eyeing me in any way and he seemed sincere. He was so good looking I felt something in my chest thump.

“Are you sure it’s not a problem?” I asked, hoping to put the ball in his court. He smiled and I thought I was going to melt. It was truly the sexiest grin I had ever seen.

“We’re going to the Ritz-Carlton,” he directed the driver and then sat back in the seat.

“Pretty swanky digs,” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Well, I had requested a room at the Comfort Inn but they were all booked.”

I laughed nervously, still amazied by how my night was turning out.

“So, how long have you lived in New York, Emily?” It was strange to hear my name coming from his mouth.

“Five years. I came here right after graduating from college with a whole lot of unrealistic aspirations.”

“Why did you come here and not go to L.A. instead?”

“Are you kidding? I was going to be a real actress.” I hadn’t meant it as a joke but he laughed anyway and I realized how arrogant and pompous I sounded.

“So what changed?”

“Well, when I got turned down for a part in an off-off-OFF Broadway play I figured it was time to get an agent and take any work I could get. I did a few commercials and some soaps and then I had my big break last year when I played a drunk party girl on Law and Order.”

“That was you?” he said with mock enthusiasm and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, well, I guess I’m still waiting for my real big break.”

“Trust me, it’ll come when you least expect it.”

I wanted to change the subject. I was alone with an attractive movie star on the way to his hotel. I didn’t want to be talking about my own depressing career pitfalls.

“So, Johnny, what are you doing in New York?”

He learned his head against the back of the seat and closed his eyes as he sighed. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Hard day, huh?” I said, feeding him his own line. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled and his dark eyes scanned my face as we pulled up to the hotel.

“It’s beginning to look a whole lot better,” he said with a grin as a man in uniform opened the door.

Johnny held my hand as we flew through the lobby. I actually had to run just to keep up. I had never been at the Ritz before and would have liked to have taken a longer look. But that was clearly not going to happen. We got to the elevator bank and Johnny pushed the button about a zillion times until it finally opened. He pulled me into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor as the doors closed.

“Sorry about that,” he said, looking up at the numbers. “I’m really not in the mood to be hassled.”

“It’s ok,” I said with a shy smile. I was suddenly very aware of how alone we were. The elevator was larger than most but in the small, silent space it was sinking in who I was standing next to. I cleared my throat searching for something, anything to say to cut through the silence as the elevator crept at a snail’s pace. I finally blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"So, I bet you do this all the time, right? Invite strange women up to your hotel room?” As soon as I said it I wanted to suck the words back into my mouth.

He looked down at me and furrowed his brows. That’s it, I thought. He’s gonna kick me out. “Only the really cute ones,” he finally joked and I exhaled in relief.

“Watch it Mr. Movie Star. Flattery will get you nowhere.” I watched the numbers climb above the elevator doors, doing my best to appear indifferent. From the corner of my eye I saw Johnny turn his body towards me. I turned to look at him and quickly had to step back as he moved in closer. My back hit the elevator wall and Johnny stood above me, peering down. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of my head and leaned down to look me in the eye.

“Then why don’t you tell me what I need to do to get there?” His face was so close to mine I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. The combination of his words and eyes sent my blood rushing and I felt a deep throb between my legs. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I was so stunned by the swiftness of his movements and the directness of his words that I was frozen, my heart in my throat.

He looked down at my lips as I licked them and then looked me in the eye. He moved in, closing his lips over mine. It was a gentle kiss but had the overtones of a raging hunger. I parted my lips and accepted his eager tongue into my mouth. His mouth was warm and velvety and I felt the throbbing spread throughout my body. I felt like I could stay there kissing him forever. I brought my hands to his chest and began to move them to his shoulders when the elevator jerked to a stop. Johnny pulled his lips from mine as we heard the gentle “ding” and the doors opened.

An older man in a tuxedo stood at the elevator and glared at us. Johnny was still leaning over me, his hands against the wall. It must have been clear what we were doing.

“Getting off?” he asked in a thick British accent. He was clearly irritated. Johnny and I both snorted, choking on our laughter.

“Of course,” Johnny said through a muffled giggle as he pulled me off the elevator. My legs were still shaking as we walked down the hallway, the man still sneering at us.

Johnny held my hand as we walked down the elegant hallway. I was about an inch or two behind him and I watched his legs move as he walked. What had just happened? Johnny Depp just kissed me! And I really liked it. Now I was walking with him to his hotel room and he’d made no secret of his intentions. I watched his boots stomp down on the cream colored rug. Even the way he walked was sexy. It was in that moment that I realized I was probably going to let this man do anything he wanted to me and I felt my stomach take a leap.

We came to a set of double doors at the end of the hall and a large bald man in a black leather jacket stood in front of it. He had his hands crossed in front of him and stood with his feet shoulder length apart. He was perhaps the most terrifying individual I’d ever laid eyes on and I wondered if Johnny really needed that much security.

“Good evening Mr. Depp,” he said, with a voice that would put James Earl Jones to shame.

“Hey, Bruce. This is Emily. She can come and go as she pleases.” Johnny pulled the card-key from his jacket pocket and was working it into the slot in the door.

“Whatever you say. Good evening Miss.” He never smiled once. This guy was a pillar of angst and distrust. I desperately wanted to get into the room and as far away from him as I could.

“Um…hi,” I finally mustered. I couldn’t tell what made me more nervous, this terrifying bodyguard or Johnny gesturing that I could now enter the room. I slipped between Johnny and the bodyguard and eased me way into the room. Johnny stepped in behind me and closed the door before switching on the light.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed as I finally got a good look at the suite. “This is unbelievable.” The suite must have had seven or eight rooms. It had a living room and a separate dining room and off to the side I could see a full eat-in kitchen. I glanced over to the hallway bathroom and realized it was about the size of my whole apartment.

“It’s just a hotel room. You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. Can I get you something to drink?” He took off his jacket and flung it on the loveseat in the living room. His black t-shirt was worn and old and I took a moment to appreciate how nicely it clung to his body.

“Tequila straight,” I said as I walked around the suite. I glanced at him as he moved to the bar, watching him walk. He seemed out of place in the fancy hotel room and I felt like I understood him more. No wonder he preferred a cheap bar. It was clearly more him than this place was.

As he fixed my drink I walked over to the large entertainment center on the other side of the room. It was filled with everything you could imagine. Flat screen tv, dvd player, mp3 player, movies, cds, anything a person could want. I rummaged through the cds starting to think I could get used to a place like this. I was about to pull one cd out when I felt something press up behind me. I felt warm lips on the side of my neck, first kissing gently and then sucking softly on my skin. He kissed up my neck to my ear and nipped at the lobe and I felt a slight shiver go through me. I flung my arm back, finding his hair by touch, entwining my fingers in it as he continued to lick up and down the column of my neck. He slowly moved his lips to my ear and I waited with baited breath for his words.

“Tequila straight.”

I opened my eyes and noticed he was holding my drink in front of me. I took the glass and turned around to him. He looked down at me with those deep dark eyes and a subtle smirk. I could see his hair was messy from where I had grabbed it and all I wanted to do was touch it again.

I took a sip of the tequila, letting it sting my throat before cocking an eyebrow at him. “So, did you plan this whole seduction scene or are you improvising for me?”

He smiled innocently. “Hey, I was ready to take you home. There’s nothing planned on my end.”

I placed the glass on a small table behind me and looked back at him. I gathered my strength and let the alcohol lower my inhibitions. “Well, then keep improvising.”

He moved in, closing the small space between us and leaned down to kiss me. His tongue whirled around mine as he placed his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders. He moved his hands around to the small of my back and pushed our bodies closer together, crushing my chest against his. I moved my fingers into his hair, grabbing handful of the thick, dark strands. Everything moved so fast and I could feel the rush of moisture between my legs. I needed him to touch me. This was better than any therapy and I desperately wanted his hands and mouth everywhere.

I brought my hands to his chest and pushed him away. He looked at me quizzically and I grew excited knowing I could surprise him. His face relaxed as I sent him an impish grin and began to slowly unbutton my cardigan. He watched my hands as I undid each button, moving slower than was necessary. I undid the last button and pulled the cardigan off, revealing a thin white camisole underneath. I threw the cardigan on the floor and looked back at the man watching me. He seemed to grow more uncomfortable the longer I took, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“You know,” I said as I moved closer to him, “when you first started talking to me tonight, the last thing I wanted was to get hit on.”

“And now?” his voice was throaty and a little breathless.

I pulled the camisole over my head, exposing the thin lace bra I had on underneath. Flinging the camisole onto the floor, I moved in closer, standing right in front of him. I ran the palm of my hand down the crotch of his pants, feeling his erection grow and I heard his breath quicken.

“And now, I just want you to fuck me.” I felt his cock jerk.

“My pleasure,” he said in a deep growl before gathering me up in his arms and kissing me. His hands moved around to my back and I felt him undo my bra. I quickly slid it off and pressed my breasts against cotton of his t-shirt. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt him lift me off the ground. I encircled his hips with my legs, grinding myself against his erection as he carried me into the bedroom.

We fell onto the enormous bed and I kept my legs around him as we kissed. I rubbed my pelvis against him, feeling like I could come just from the friction. He sucked on my tongue and lips before slowly moving down my body. He kissed down my neck and over my collar bone, running his hands down the sides of my body. I arched my back to him as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked it into a hard peak. I buried my hands in his hair and moaned as he moved back and forth between my breasts, sucking and biting on my nipples.

He moved further down, kissing my belly. He unzipped my jeans and kissed down my leg as he pulled them off together with my panties. He bent down and kissed the inside of my thigh and I felt like I was going to burst. He slowly kissed his way until he was between my legs. He parted the lips of my pussy with his fingers before running his tongue up the length of it, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue and my whole body jerked.

“Oh god, keep doing that,” I begged panting. I needed his mouth on me. He flicked his tongue quickly on my clit, sending tingles throughout me. When he put two of his finger inside me, I thrusted my hips up. He moved them slowly in and out of me, with a come-hither motion, hitting my g-spot again and again. All of it built up together and I came into his mouth and onto his hand, screaming and clutching his hair. He moved his fingers inside me until my orgasm settled and then he slipped them out, kissing my belly again. I moved my hands to his back and realized his t-shirt was still on.

“Take this off now,” I commanded, tugging on the thin cotton. Johnny sat up, pulling the shirt over his head.

“Are you always this demanding?” he said with a sexy grin. With his hands up in the air, I sat up and began to kiss his chest.

“Would you have it any other way?” I asked as I ran my tongue over his nipples. He hissed through clenched teeth and threw his shirt onto the floor. He had a lean build and his chest was hairless. I ran my fingers over his belly, stopping at the buckle of his belt. I looked up at him, his mouth open and his eyes lusty and dark. I wanted to remember him just like this, desperate and wanting. I slowly undid his belt with the same teasing pace I had used earlier. His breath was erratic as I undid the button on his fly and slowly pulled the zipper down. I pushed his pants past his hips and tucked my fingers into the waist of his briefs. I licked the line of hair that ran down his belly to his crotch as I pushed the briefs down and he stepped out of them.

“Oh fuck…” he said and threw his head back as I took his cock into my hands and slowly took the purple head into my mouth. I moved him into my mouth further and further, using my hand to make up for the rest. I sucked on his cock, moving it in and out of my mouth as he rocked his hips back and forth. I made sure his cock was covered in my spit before quickening my pace.

“Oh god, suck me…” his face was a contortion of pleasure as he egged me on. I felt myself getting aroused again. I reached between my legs, and rubbed my clit as I sucked him harder. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust harder and faster into my mouth and I could tell he was close. I pushed him away and lay back on the bed.

“You’re gonna come inside me,” I instructed.

“Yes ma’am,” he said as he climbed over me. I opened my legs and he crawled between them and lowered his body. I grabbed his cock and ran the head against my drenched opening and he grinned down at me as he slid inside. We both moaned as he filled me and I heard a deep growl at the base of his throat as he began to move in and out. He began slowly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me. It was such sweet torture and I arched my back, begging for more.

“Oh god Johnny, fuck me, fuck me harder,” I begged and he laughed at me.

“You really are a fucking demanding little thing aren’t you?” he growled, turning the tables on me. He kept his slow pace as he talked dirty to me, getting me even hotter if that were possible.

“Is this what you want?” he egged on, moving faster. “You wanna be fucked harder?” He pounded into me, moving faster and faster and I felt like I was on the edge. I wrapped my legs around him as he encouraged me. “That’s it baby, come for me. Let me see you come.”

“Oh god…” I screamed as I came harder than I ever had. Johnny kept thrusting into me and I hugged him with my whole body. With one last deep thrust he came inside me and our bodies rocked together as we both came down from the whirlwind of our orgasms.

Johnny kissed me again before rolling off and reached for a pack of cigarettes on his nightstand. He offered me one and opened his arms for me to lay my head on his chest. We lay together smoking in silence for a while, still sweaty and out of breath.

“I really fucking needed that,” I finally said, taking a long drag on the cigarette. He looked down at me and smiled.

“Yeah, I guess we both had a pretty awful day today.”

“You wanna tell me what was so bad about your day?” I liked how my head went up and down with his breaths as he spoke.

“A film I was really excited about doing fell through and now the producers are demanding I do some airhead romantic comedy that’ll be forgotten in 20 minutes.”

“Tight black dress, huh?” I smiled up at him. He looked down and laughed.

“Yeah, I guess that’s my tight black dress.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “You see Emily, we’re not so different.”

I snorted even though I knew he was somewhat right. The truth was I didn’t care how alike we were in that instant. I was more concerned with finishing my cigarette so he could fuck me again.

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The next morning I woke up and instantly knew the room was empty. The whole suite had that eerie silence and I was secretly grateful. The last thing I wanted was an awkward morning. Better to leave it with the memory of making love and nothing more.

I stretched and reached over to get my clothes when I noticed a small business card on the nightstand next to me. I took it and read the fine black print:

TRACY JACOBS
CSA TALENT INC.

I turned the card over and in elegant blue writing I saw handwritten:

She’s expecting your call.
(No more tight black dresses)

I kissed the card before pressing it to my chest and then got up to gather my clothes. I just hoped that the scary bodyguard wasn't still outside the door.
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