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It was my first night in Hollywood, and I was going home with someone, I just didn't know who, yet. I was only in Hollywood for two nights, and I wasn't going to risk not getting fucked. I pulled up to the curb in my rented Honda Accord, and stepped out. The valet walked up to my car, took the keys and handed me a ticket. I could feels his eyes looking me up and down. I walked up to the bouncers, and stuck out my tits. They both looked down at them and one stuttered out *quot;Name?*quot;*quot;Cassiday Hilton*quot; I said with a sexy smile. The muscular bouncer looked down to his list until he found my name. *quot;Kay, Cassiday, go on in*quot; And as I walked past them, I could feel their eyes on my perky ass. I went straight to the bar and ordered a tequila, and spun on the chair to survey the crowd. The DJ was playing an old song, Hotel Room Service by Pitbull. My head was nodding with the beat as I took my first gulp of the tequila. Maltepe Escort It burned going down my throat, but I loved the feeling. Once I finished my first drink I stood and headed to the dance floor. The song had switched to Control by Puddle Of Mud, my personal favorite. I moved my ass back and forth and looked over my shoulder to the guys sitting at their table. I knew who one of them was, he was Eric Dane, the guy from Grey's Anatomy; McSteamy. And, ohh, he was. I didn't have a clue about the other two guys, and frankly, I didn't care. I batted my eyes at him, and pop, locked, and dropped it. He was watching me dance, and that's what I wanted so, I looked away and started dancing as provocatively as I could. I continued to dance until I felt large hands on my hips. I didn't look to see who I was suddenly dancing with, I just hoped it was McSteamy. I rubbed my ass into Maltepe Escort Bayan his cock, which I could feel hardening. I set my hands on his hands and bent forward to a standing doggy style position. I grinded my ass on his, now full, boner.*I snapped back up and faced him. My face fell when I realized the guy I was grinding with wasn't even McSteamy. I could see the real McSteamy sitting at his table, talking to his friends. I continued to grind with this random stranger. My legs interlaced with his and I rubbed my crotch on his leg. His hard cock rubbed up against my thigh. I could see McSteamy over his shoulder, and he occasionally glanced over to me. I ditched the guy before he came on my leg and headed for the bar and grabbed a seat. *quot;Can I get you something?*quot; The bartender asked. I looked up at him and said *quot;Hell yeah! Tequila.*quot; A guy took the seat next Escort Maltepe to me and I silently prayed it wasn't the guy I was just grinding with. I looked over to see Eric Dane. I gave an innocent smile. *quot;Hi.*quot; I said, and raised my martini to him in acknowledgment. *quot;I'm Cassiday. And you are..?*quot; *quot;Hey. Eric Dane.*quot; He looked at me as if he have expected me to flip my shit. He jutted his hand toward me and I shook it. When we let go he pointed to my drink *quot;Nice.*quot;I laughed, *quot;Yeah. No kidding.*quot; I took a sip while starring at him. He watched me as I put my drink down. I took the quick chance to check my cleavege... Yep, hot and perky as ever. I could feel his eyes all over me. Practically undressing me. Which, I'd let him do anyway, he only had to act interested. We continued to talk, about anything that we could think of. There wasn't a spark but there definitely was a lot of sexual tension between us. *quot;Wanna dance?*quot; He asked.He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The song had just changed to Sugar, We're Goin Down, by Fall Out Boy, so we had just about four minutes of grinding before us. I faced him and slid my leg in between his legs and my other leg on the out side and rubbed my pussy on his leg.