Turn the Lights Out When You Leave

People at the party literally gasped. Some pretended not to notice. But I felt it. Eyes burning through Alan's hand on the small of my back. I opened my eyes a bit and saw Alan's completely shut and ill-at-ease. I broke the kiss with haste and covered my mouth with my hand and the dark rouge I wore on my lips had brushed onto Alan's. He brought the palm of his hand up and wiped it off forcefully. I changed my mind about leaving the party afterall, I thought I'd at least better stay to watch my new 'leading man'. I pushed the thought of Rima to the back of my mind all night and there she stayed for the rest of the evening.

I watched as Alan miraculously was cured and had enough composure to make himself appear to be sober as he was introduced left and right. Our director at one point pulled him aside to talk to him and meet a new mutual friend. I stayed next to the small buffet table, sipping a glass of champagne and biting into a fresh strawberry when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I looked over to see nicely manicured fingernails that possibly cost more than I spent on food in my life.

"Not everything you thought it would be?" I turned to face a voice I knew I recognized from somewhere and there was someone I didn't expect to see. Angelina Jolie looked quizzically at me and motioned with her cat-like eyes to Alan, who by now was laughing and patting Gary on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Getting involved with a married man, I mean." She clarified herself for me and I quickly glanced her over.

"Are you some type of closet psychic?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked.

"I know the look." Angelina walked beside me and we both looked over at Alan, who seemed to be completely unaware. "Everything we say right now is confidential." She made sure the last word was emphasized for me as though I were about to run outside to the press at any moment. I nodded that I understood. "Let me give you some advice: Stay true to yourself." I was confused. I glanced at her tattoos and her figure and the long, veloure looking gown she wore. "What I mean is, no one knows you better than you. You know your limits. If you can't put your heart into it, be prepared to take yourself out of it." I nodded again. Brad signaled to her from their table and she took the strawberry from my hand and bit into it.

"You'll be fine." She said as she gave me a quick hug with one arm and started walking away with my strawberry in the other. And all the while I thought from stereo-types that with the tattoos and the rockstar attitude, there are some people you just don't expect to learn things from.

After some heavy thinking, I decided it was time for Alan to retire for the night. We got into his limo after telling mine to go on without me. He winked, wished me a pleasant evening and then sped off. Alan and I smiled for the flashing cameras as we left, I realized how odd it would look with us leaving together, but we could always deny any wrongdoing on our part. Alan bumped his head in the limo and sat there laughing about it. I got in shaking my head, I knew already this was going to be a long night. The chauffer got the instructions to take us to Alan's place and we settled in the backseat, ready for the long ride home.

"Can you believe that man?" He finally said aloud after a long silence of chuckling to himself. I was confused.

"Believe who?"

"Brad! That's who! And that- Ulcher. What the hell kind of name is 'Skeet'?" He had one hand on his temple as he looked back and forth from me to the window as he undid his necktie.

"Okay, I've gotten the understanding that you have some grudge against Brad Pitt, but what's this new stuff with Skeet?" I asked looking at him with my head cocked to one side. Granted I agreed Skeet was a weird name, but he was charming and seemed nice to me.

"Don't play dumb, Delaney. Please, don't play." Alan pleaded to me as though I was retarded or something.

"Sorry, babe, but I'm not following you." I fixed the wrinkles of my dress and pulled it down a little more over my legs.

"He wants you." Alan explained his reasoning to me. "You don't bring someone a drink and look at them all evening and in general give a damn about them unless you want something. Not in this town anyway." I admit, I felt a little naive. Maybe it was because I was new to this place. I fiddled with my fingers and looked out the window and thought about the way Skeet smiled at me and how he got me a drink and helped me get in. I honestly hadn't noticed he was smiling at me.

"I just thought he was being nice to me." I answered meekly, continuing to stare out the window. I felt like such a fool. Alan suddenly had me doubting all the knowledge and intuition I had about people. Alan started laughing as he slouched on the seat.

"Come off it, love. He was looking at you like a fox admires a pigeon. Calculating the best ways to make its move, and pounce on it." I could tell he was staring at me even though I wasn't even looking at him. I wasn't 'Hollywood' beautiful or glamorous, I don't know why he would waste such tactics on me. I didn't feel that connection. And oddly, I didn't have anything to say to that so I continued staring out the window. Alan must've known, even in his drunken state, that I was feeling a little down just then and I noticed two hands on my bare shoulders. His hands felt so warm against my cool skin and as soon as he touched me, all those bad feelings were gone.

I felt his lips press against my neck from behind trailing to my jaw line. I turned around and as soon as I saw his face his eyes were closed and his lips were on mine. The window between us and the driver was up and I knew exactly where he was trying to go with this seduction scene, but at that moment, I was too involved to care. As we slouched back down against the seat and he started straddling my torso, I had moved my hands to his shoulders and he broke the kiss and started moving his mouth down the plunging neckline of my dress. I sighed in a bit of pleasure as his calloused fingers moved the straps of my dress down off my shoulders, and to his amazment, saw no bra. His mouth returned to devour one taut nipple and tease me with his tongue as he caressed the other breast with his warm palm. I moaned a little and my fingers went through his hair and my eyes closed as I got lost in the feeling as the blood began running faster through my veins. I felt my dress being pulled up and felt his hands running up and down and caressing my thighs. He lifted himself up and pulled me close to him and kissed me again as his hand flew to my panties and began moving his fingers up and down my slit from front to back and I suddenly found myself in a state of wanting.

My pussy began to get wet as he continued his finger teasing of tracing the outline, but never invading or exploring as I tried to push for him to do. My breathing began to get heavier and I looked down to see what he was doing and caught him smiling, knowing damn well what he was doing to me. He looked at me with half-closed eyes and smirked, stopping all motion and suddenly turned away from me to look out the window. He cradled his face and stared out the window and remarked nonchalently,

"Well, what do you want to do tonight?" I stared at him unbelievingly as he looked back at me and smiled while I put my dress back on.

"You asshole." I said as I glared at him. He looked at me shocked.

"What did I do?" He grinned broadly as I rolled my eyes.

"What did you do? It's what you didn't do! You-you," I looked for a word that would fit the moment and I just finished with the bluntest word I could, "Asshole!" I turned my back to him and looked out my window. I felt the lust building up inside. I knew he was still drunk, but that was no excuse anymore. As I had my back to him suddenly I felt him pull me to where I was sitting with my back to him in his lap, and I felt his kisses on my shoulder start me up again. I looked away from him. He kissed my shoulder then up towards my neck.

"Nope, uh uh. Not gonna work this time." I answered his silent question. But I felt the same feelings begin to stir and my heart beat started to kick back up. I couldn't deny, it felt good.

"Please forgive me." He kissed and sucked lightly on my neck. "Please?" He pleaded and took his hand and started massaging my nether region gently. I opened my legs a little wider for him for better access and he understood my nonverbal language and whispered 'thank you' into my ear before nibbling on my lobe. His hand crumpled my dress up into my lap and his hand went inbetween the fabric of my underwear and my skin where I felt the heat from his fingers radiate before he used his index finger to dive between the folds and vibrate back and forth making my muscles tense as he masterbated my pussy for me. Admittedly, I have never had anyone else before in my life do this for me and I had come to question suddenly why I hadn't tried. I grasped onto his knee as my body tightened beginning to feel myself near a climax when I opened my eyes and noticed him watching my face.

"Keep looking at me." He whispered. I did. I locked eyes with him and parted my lips as a soft moan escaped as I felt myself reach orgasm and he dipped his finger into me, only to pull it out a second later and move it to his lips. I pulled my dress down and turned towards him and kissed him the best I could. I mingled my tongue with his and sat on his lap only to feel his cock hard as a rock pressing against me. I smirked and got onto the floor of the limo and started to unbuckle his pants just to have him stop me.

"We're almost home." He whispered. I smiled deviously and continued to pulled his member out of its hiding place.

"Guess you better cum quick then." I said as I took his already erect penis into my mouth and sucked lightly moving my tongue and hand up and down it. I heard him moan and take a deep breath and kept the motion going. He leaned back a little more and I stood up more on my knees to take him in better.

"Harder." He groaned and I was more than happy to oblige. I sucked as hard as I could, careful of my teeth and tightened the grip of my hand a little. He brought his head down and watched me as I went up and down with my lips puckered around his thick shaft and brought his hand up and ran it through my hair. I felt his muscles flex in his legs where my arms rested and felt his cock twitch in my mouth.

"Oh god." He moaned. I began to deep throat the best I could without making myself gag. He began to thrust himself carefully into my mouth and he never stopped looking at my face. "Move away. I'm going to cum." Alan warned, his accent heavy. I smiled and kept on sucking away until his dick throbbed and released his seed and coated my entire mouth. He took a few deep breaths as he redid his pants and pulled me up onto his chest and continued breathing heavily. When suddenly the car came to a hault and the driver came to the door and opened it for us.

Alan opened up his wallet and handed him a fifty as we walked out to his apartment, both of us reveling in the feeling of being naughty children who got away with murder in the backseat of a limo.

Alan staggered up the walk way, holding my hand as we both laughed and it was hard to believe the only one drunk was him as he held my hand above my head and twirled me around and regailed, "Hang us in the gallows for all the mischief thine night gives, hang us in the morning, for t'night, we live!"