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Hollywood is my bitch. I like to spank her sparkly little ass and when I feel the love, I treat her like the lady she pretends to be. Of course, like any other film maker in this damned town, I’m the one who usually gets the whipping and sometimes takes it up the ass.
If you asked Chynna, she’d probably call Hollywood out as the cheapest whore on the lot. Chynna has a lot of pissed off to carry on those little shoulders of hers and she’s working it in a way I’ve never seen the girl do it before.
She’s hot when she’s angry.
Seriously, there’s a reason Chynna Chase is a star and it isn’t just talent. The girl has a look that’s killer sex, she rocks her dreds and tattoos in a way that doesn’t scare Middle America even when their sons are upstairs fisting it to her poster.
And that woman is my best friend.
Although how she’s feeling about men right now has me thinking I might have to cup the boys if I’m planning to keep them.
“I want to rip his balls off and mail them to Gossip Soup. Jesus. What makes them think I need to be in a sex tape? I’m not some rich girl with more silicone than brains. I have a freaking career and it’s a lot more than blow jobs on porn sites.”
“Don’t hold back, tell me how you really feel.”
She hits my feet which are resting comfortably on her coffee table. “Don’t be flip, Ted. It’s the worst thing that ever happened to me. I hate Adam, I just freaking hate him.”
“At least I’m not saying I told you so.”
It was the wrong thing to say, the way her shoulders slump and her lovely face slackens. I might change the opening to my next Chamber of Commerce speech to something like,[I] Hollywood is the land of dreams, a place where a Midwestern boy like me can have his own movie studio and insult the coolest actress on the planet.[/I]
“I’m an idiot.” I nudge Chynna’s leg with my foot. “You know I am. So no getting all weepy faced.”
“You couldn’t make a baby cry.”
That’s my girl.
Not my girl. She was Adam Mann’s girl until he decided fame had a sweeter pussy than Chynna. I can’t even wrap my head around how that scum ever thought it was okay to film his girl giving him a bj and then put it out there. If I had any kind of power in his world, I’d shut him down and drag him out.
But the asshole is a pretty boy with a guitar. And my influence in the music industry is nada. Hell, I have a fucking movie studio named after me, Ted Sargent Films, and I still have no influence.
Although I do get a fruit basket from Roger Corman every Christmas.