Some kind of secret project was being worked on at AU. All I'd been told was to be at the airport early in the morning, I was to fly to New York with Chuck Tyler, my boss, and Jeff Murphy, his second in command. Usually any trip to corporate headquarters in New York involved the big bosses at the company, and I was never a part of those trips. I just knew to stay out of Chuck's way when he returned as he was always in a foul mood for at least 3 days.

This trip was different because I was going.

Yawning in the early morning chill, I sat in my Mercedes and now wished I'd pulled into that Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru when I had the chance.

When we were airborne in the corporate jet, Chuck unbuckled his seat belt and turned to me.

"OK, I know you're wondering why you're on this trip."

"The thought did occur to me..." I replied with another yawn.

"Don't be a wiseguy, Jim." he said "This is potentially the biggest deal we've ever put together."

I was intrigued.

"OK, uh, how big?"

"We've been in negotiations to buy up Famous Artists and all their clients. And the deal is just about done."

"You're right, that is a big deal."

"Right, that's why I was in New York so much lately." he continued "And...that's why whenever Scott Jackson's name came up I got a little bitchy."

"Uh, is Scott part of this deal?" I asked.

"That's the part we need to keep quiet." Jeff said

"He's going to be eased out of the company when this deal is concluded at the next board meeting." Chuck added.

I was stunned, and my face must've showed it. I was to be witness to a boardroom coup.

"It's not as bad as you'd think," Jeff said "I have it on good authority he'll be given a very generous severance package. So he'll be well taken care of."

I took a deep breath and tried to absorb all this information.

"Well...that's something." I finally said "But now I need to ask where I fit into all this."

"You, my friend have the easy job." Chuck said as he sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink "You just need to show off your work if asked, and maybe take a few snapshots for the company photo wall."

"OK, I can do that."

"Good, I'll give you the details when we land."

"Is it safe to say there's no love lost between you two?" I asked

Chuck gave me a look that spoke volumes.

"The sooner that bastard's out of the picture, the better." He said in a low menacing tone.

"Do you mind if I ask why?" I asked hesitantly.

Chuck took a long sip of his drink and his mood seemed to lighten.

"Well, Scott and I have had our differences." he began "It's a long story but he tried to have me eased out, no, make that thrown out of the agency."

"Really?"

"In a way Jim, you saved Chuck's job." Jeff said

"I did?"

"It's another long story, but acquiring your old company was what sold New York on keeping Chuck where he is now."

My "old company" was East Coast Image. It had been started as a promotional photo agency. Its founder, and my close friend Chris Foster, was responsible for me coming out to California and made me a partner soon after I arrived. Our work caught the agency of Artists Unlimited.

And as they say, "the rest is history".

"I-I never knew that."

Chuck waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Don't think about it, let's concentrate on the meeting."

The rest of the flight saw Chuck going over issues and strategy related to the meeting, and what my part would be. Turns it would be largely ceremonial, fine by me! I knew I'd be a nervous wreck the minute I entered what was sure to be a huge conference room with everyone staring at me.

I was right.

Famous Artists was located in mid-town Manhattan and their conference room seemed as big as a football field. Their lawyers and reps were on one side, ours were on the other. I was seated on the outer edge of the room with Jeff and just listened as Chuck ironed out the final details.

Scott Jackson was nowhere to be found, though.

"Where's Scott?" I whispered to Jeff.

"Chuck set this up so he'd be arriving when we're leaving." he replied "Ideally, we'll be in the air back to LA when he gets the boot."

"Gee, our boss plays dirty."

"He learned from that guy over there." he replied pointing to an older gentleman with snow white hair, glasses perched low on his nose and idly reading a stack of documents.

He looked familiar to me.

"Who is that?"

"His name's Victor Mitchell, his family founded the agency." Jeff said quietly "I hear he's one scary son of a bitch."

"JEFF!"

Chuck startled us back to reality.

"The incorporation memos from Roger, if you don't mind?" he said with annoyance directed at us.

As the meeting continued on, I kept wondering where I'd seen this "Victor Mitchell" before. He said very little out loud, preferring to give whispered instructions to his own second in command while he continued to read the documents in his hands.

"I think this would be a good time to take a break." Mitchell's assistant said.

As we all stood, a sharply dressed woman who'd been sitting against the opposite wall helped Mitchell to his feet and handed him an elegant walking cane, I watched closely as she led him from the room.

"Does Mitchell get out much? I mean, to like events?" I asked Jeff.

"Sure, I think he's a big opera buff here. Why?"

"Does he get out west any?"

He looked at me quizzically now.

"Why are you so interested? You've never met him before...or have you?"

"I keep thinking I've seen him somewhere."

"I doubt it, supposedly he hates California."

I kept looking.

"Yeah...maybe you're right..." I said as I looked at Mitchell as he conferred with the pretty girl who'd led him out of the conference room "I must've mixed him up with somebody else."

I got out my iPhone and clicked on the camera app. I carefully stood at an angle that gave me a clear view of Mitchell but not enough to make anyone suspicious.

Click!

The photo was just right.

On to step 2.

"Uh, Chuck, will you be needing me in there? I just got a text I need to return."

"Sure, go ahead. I think we'll be wrapping things up soon anyway."

"I shouldn't be too long, I'll see you in there."

I scrolled through my contacts, found the one I wanted, and quickly began typing;

"I know you can't give specifics, but is this the person you were with at the Hollywood Bowl?" I wrote.

I clicked "send" and hoped for the best.

I returned to the meeting and it was more of the same until I felt a buzz in my pocket, indicating an incoming text message.

The message was just what I expected.

"Yes, how do you know him?" it read.

It was signed simply "LA".

I smiled and quickly replied;

"will explain later" adding a smile face to the message.

The mystery was solved.

Victor Mitchell was the elderly gentleman I'd seen the night I took my colleague Natalie Hayden to see Katherine Jenkins at the Hollywood Bowl. He was with 2 equally well dressed women who I knew to be Laura Austin and her occasional sidekick/co-conspirator Vicki.

It wasn't hard to guess why they were with him.

"You ol' dog, you." I thought as I looked across the table at Mitchell, still idly scanning documents, his glasses low on his nose.

With a handshake and some applause, the deal was done. Artists Unlimited now owned Famous Artists and its list of clients. Our New York office would handle things from here.

Chuck was ready to celebrate, but on the plane ride home. He knew what might happen when Scott got word of this deal, and he wanted to be as far away as possible.

When our limo arrived for the ride back to the airport, Chuck hesitated for a minute before getting in, then he began to chuckle.

"Right on time...that little bastard..." he said in a voice that now turned to anger as he looked out the back window "...Try stealing my job now you little shit!" he yelled.

I looked out the back window and could see a large Mercedes pulling up near the end of the block. He knew it was Scott Jackson's car when he saw the chauffeur open the rear door.

"Come on, Chuck, let's go." Jeff said urgently as he tried to get him in the car "Let's go, boss."

I knew he was nervous about this whole scene and wanted to get away. Even though no alcohol had been served, I think Jeff sensed when Chuck's temper could get the better of him. The best way to handle this was to get him out of the line of fire, fast.

When we arrived back in LA that evening, Chuck immediately wanted to celebrate back at the office. And he wouldn't take no for an answer from me.

With his Italian leather shoes propped up on his desk, cigar in mouth, scotch in hand, he held court in his office.

Then the phone buzzed.

"Scott Jackson on line 1." his secretary said.

I took that as my cue to look for the bathroom. But curiosity got the better of me and I stood just outside the door as Natalie Hayden looked over at me from her desk.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"Staying out of the line of fire."

Chuck had his phone on speaker and even from the outer lobby I could hear Scott shouting at him from the east coast.

"Whoa! Look at the time!" I said, trying to make an exit as quickly as possible by saying to her "You need a ride home?"

Natalie looked at me with a seen-it-all look on her face.

"Not this time...do you?" she replied.

A few days later, the smoke had cleared and things got back to normal. On the one hand I wanted to know what Scott had said but on the other I figured that it was best not to know. Chuck and Jeff were immersing themselves in the new clients we'd inherited in the deal so luckily the temptation to ask wasn't there.

"How's a weekend in Miami sound to you?" Jeff asked.

"Sounds like a good deal..." I replied, then added "what's the catch?"

By now, I knew how to detect when Jeff was setting me up.

"The catch...right." he began "well, uh, it's related to the merger."

"Why isn't Chuck going?"

"This is different, it's ceremonial...largely."

"Largely?"

"Right, and the perk here is you get to meet one of the prestigious clients of the former company who is now a member of the present company, that is, us."

We both looked at each other, and realized the absurdity of Jeff's statement.

"And that person is...?"

"None other than J-Lo herself, Jennifer Lopez."

"Whoa, now you've got me interested. Tell me more."

"She's doing a concert down there, and Chuck thought it would look good if someone from the company was there."

"But why not Chuck? He's a natural publicity hound."

"He's going to Vegas to smooth things over with one of the hotels."

"The hotels?"

"Yep, you heard right. I'm not completely sure of the story there so don't ask."

"I guess we're Miami bound, then."

The concert was tied in to the opening of new beachfront hotel/casino called The Ultra. And J-Lo would be inaugurating their concert hall in a show with Pitbull.

"Quite a place, huh, Jim?" Jeff said as we looked around the vast complex.

"You said it...reminds me of that place out in Vegas, the Aria?"

"More like the Eldorado."

I looked at him and we both laughed at his reference to the hotel on "Lady Vegas".

"TV name-dropping, huh?"

"It comes in handy sometimes." he said "Ah, there's our contact here."

The AU rep for Miami was one Sarah Smith. I met her last time I was here, but also knew she had a connection with Scott Jackson.

"Hi there, boys!" she said in that flirty tone of hers as she hugged us both "Good to see you two."

"How's the launch been going?" Jeff asked.

"Right on schedule, Jennifer's gonna be doing a sound check about now...wanna watch?"

"Yes! Absolutely, let's go Jim." Jeff immediately responded.

"Star fucker..." I thought.

But then, what was I?

As we entered the hall, she was in the middle of a giant stage with video screens and a light show like no other. She and Pitbull were in the midst of a pounding techno number where they seemed to be lyrically taunting each other.

"She looks good." I said to Sarah.

"Of course, she does, she's J-Lo." She laughed "Let's go down to the floor."

Sarah led us down to the floor of the arena and looking around it, I felt so small.

"Am I really here?" I thought to myself.

I had come so far, hadn't I?

With the music playing around me it just made me think about where I was, how far I'd come. I used to be this geeky kid from the suburbs who was routinely shoved aside by those who were supposedly in power, and saw themselves as all-powerful. Now I was on a vast arena floor, in Miami by way of Hollywood. I was getting first-class treatment and looked up to for my talents behind the camera, I had contacts in the industry who saw me as a valued asset. And other contacts who saw me as someone who could be trusted with their secrets, one of the "nice guys" in what could be a cruel business.

I could almost hear my partner's voice in my head;

"You did good, "Hollywood"."

"Are you modeling for a statue?"

I was startled momentarily, then looked up to see Jennifer Lopez looking down at me from the stage, smiling and laughing.

"Me? Uh, no! I-I-I'm...just at a loss for words." I finally said.

"OK, just making sure." she said as she carefully came down metal steps used by the stage crew.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer." she said as we shook hands

"I'm Jim, I'm with Artists Unlimited."

Jennifer looked great in a bright yellow Nike t-shirt and thin cotton pants, her hair tied up in a tight bun.

"Ah! My guys told me you were coming." she said with that subtle, yet very flirty smile she was famous for. "You do all the photos, right?"

"Yes, and hopefully do them well, too." I said, gaining more confidence.

"Hell, yeah! I love your work!" she said excitedly.

Before I could respond with something modest or witty, there were other voices clamoring for the attention of Ms. Lopez.

"Jennifer!" I heard Sarah say as she came over with Jeff and what seemed like members of her team who quickly surrounded her and slowly pushed me aside. Jennifer looked back over her shoulder at me, like she wanted to say something but was quickly overtaken by "her team".

"Oh, well..." I thought

Whatever disappointment I might've had earlier disappeared that evening. It turned out the grand opening of this place was the mecca for the entertainment community. All the entertainment TV shows were well represented as they all jockeyed to get interviews with Jennifer and anyone else in town that night. I was part of the VIP group that had prime seats for the show, and a well-stocked luxury skybox.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen a show this way, but this one made me realize how different things were "up here" as it were. I was watching the show like I did back in Connecticut, glued to my seat, not wanting to miss a second of the experience, the build-up to showtime and the lights going down. But what I found here was that everyone was schmoozing with one another, trading phones, text messages, drinks and gossip. The show almost seemed secondary to whatever they were doing here. It was like a cocktail party with audience accompaniment. There were a few moments when I was the only one watching the show.

"Enjoying yourself, Jim?" Sarah asked as she grabbed a glass of wine off a tray.

"Oh, yes...the concert's good too."

She laughed and went off to greet a late arrival.

Some people don't know sarcasm when they hear.

As I left the arena, I began to think "VIP" really stood for "Very Insensitive People", then thought otherwise.

They just watch shows differently than I do, for all I know it might not be the first show of hers they'd seen. I was still a novice in this game, they were the pros.

And "the pros" were now whisking me off to an after-show party.

Jennifer looked gorgeous, her thick brown hair cascading around her as she breezed into the beachfront club amidst a million flashbulbs. Jeff and Sarah were immediately brought to the big table she commandeered and were deep in conversation with her managers.

"Jim! Get over here!" I heard them yell "We need a photo of this!"

"Will my phone do?"

"Yes! Yes! Just get the photo!"

I got out my cellphone and snapped off a couple of shots, but the reason why didn't seem clear. And as soon as I was done, they jumped up from the table and quickly took off, leaving me very confused.

"What the hell was all that?"

"Maybe you just witnessed another boardroom coup." someone next to me said.

I turned to find an attractive redhead with glasses and wearing a beautifully simple black dress.

"Uh, who are you?" I asked

"Abby Rhodes" she replied as we shook hands "I work out of the New York office, I saw you at the board meeting, sorry we didn't get to talk."

I suddenly remembered her as the girl I saw with Victor Mitchell at the meeting.

"Oh, yes...you were with Mr. Mitchell, right?"

"Yes, he's been grooming some new agents for the company and I was working with him that day."

"Ah, I see. Then you probably know about Scott Jackson."

She responded with a nervous laugh.

"It made for a memorable afternoon, I'll say that."

"I take it he wasn't too thrilled."

"Noooo...he wasn't." she said slowly "Can I give you some insider dirt?"

"Uh, sure."

Abby led me to a less crowded part of the club.

"I've got it on good information that he's met with his lawyer and is contemplating a lawsuit against Chuck and everyone at AU, illegal termination, that sort of thing."

I was stunned, going through another lawsuit.

"You're kidding?"

"It might not happen though, Victor might offer him the top spot at Famous Artists as a concession."

"But Famous Artists is part of AU now."

"Not necessarily, the production wing of the agency wasn't part of the deal."

"Really?"

"He could get a production deal with one of the studios and that would really let him call the shots."

"Which one?"

"That part I don't know, he still has to accept the offer if Victor makes him one."

"Think he will?"

"Who knows?" she replied "Victor's always been a master deal maker, but with Scott...I don't know."

I nodded. This would be a tough sell to say the least. And even tough we'd just met, I could tell by the tone of Abbey's voice she was uncertain how this would turn out.

"Remember, this is between you and me." she said

"Right, I won't even tell my cat." I said with my own nervous chuckle.

"I'll be in touch if I hear anything." she said as she walked away and disappeared into the crowd.

I took a deep breath.

I needed a drink but before I could get to the bar I heard Jeff's voice over the din of the club;

"Hey! Hollywood! Get yer ass over here!"

He'd obviously been taking advantage of the free Tequila shots and who knows what else.

"You've been MIA all night long, you need to meet clients." he said as he put his arm around me "Jennifer! This is the guy you need to meet."

Jennifer looked up from her own drink at me.

"Hey! I didn't get to talk to you, you were too busy modeling for statues!" she laughed.

"You'll probably see a lot of him whenever you're out in LA, he's our photo guy." he said as he shoved me down onto a chair next to her.

"Great!" she said with a smile at me.

"Time for a refill!" Jeff said boisterously as he staggered back to the bar.

"I think he's having a good time." I said to her

"Is he always like this?" she said

"No, I think he's just letting off steam. We had all that business up in New York to deal with, so he's just happy it's over with."

"What about you, are you happy the deal's done?"

"Me? I'm just an employee. I didn't have anything to do with the deal."

"Aw, you're just being modest."

"Maybe." I shrugged before giving her a shy smile.

"You shouldn't be, I've seen your work. You're good!"
"OK, I'll take whatever compliments I can get."

Jennifer looked at me with a mix of curiosity and interest on her face.

"Uh...are you gonna be in town any longer?"

"I'm supposed to fly home tomorrow morning, why?"

"How'd you like to photograph my next album cover?"

I was taken aback by the suddenness of her offer, and very flattered by it, but unable to reply. An assistant or manager sitting on the other side of her suddenly appeared, and he was equally stunned.

"You're kidding? Last week you wanted that Italian guy to do it, in Rome, too! You just met this guy! You don't know his work!" he said

"I don't need it right away." she said oblivious to his protestations "I'm going to Europe so we can do it when I get back."

"Jennifer, I really think we should discuss this..." he protested.

"What do you say, Jim?" she asked, giving me the smile seen worldwide.

"I'm, uh, flattered...yes, I'll do it."

"Great! I'll call you when I get back."

Her manager slammed his fist on the table and leaned back in his chair looking at the ceiling.

Amazing how quickly things could change. One minute I'm told AU might get dragged into another lawsuit, the next I'm offered a prime gig with perhaps the most photographed woman in the world.

What's next?

Just as I got back to my hotel room, my cellphone buzzed with an incoming message from Chuck;

"Hey! Great job getting that photo gig with J-Lo! Her manager just called me, he sounds happy with her choice, see you back in LA."

"He sounds happy?" I thought "I'd hate to see what that guy's like when he's not."

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

"Jim? Benny Rivera, we met at Jennifer's party."

"Okay...yes?" I said hesitantly

"I'm the guy slamming his fist on tables." he now added in a tone that suggested "remember me now?".

"Oh, yes! I remember now."

He chuckled.

"Sorry to give you the wrong impression. I just wanted to know if you're still interested in doing the photos for her album?"

"Sure! I just assumed it wouldn't be until she got back from Europe."

"She's still going, I convinced her of that. She'd like to do some preliminary shots at her place in the afternoon, just you alone, no big setup, are you interested?"

"Absolutely."

"Good! I'll have a car meet you at the hotel."

"Actually...I was planning to rent a convertible here and do a little exploring, could I drive there myself?"

"Sounds good, here's the address..."

Way back when East Coast Image merged with Artists Unlimited, my lawyer Roger Sullivan cleverly arranged a clause in the deal that would give me the freedom to do outside photo projects of my own choosing. And now, with Jennifer's address in hand, my day was planned out. I got a Mustang convertible and cruised around Miami, camera in hand, doing the kind of photo exploring I'd been putting off since that deal was done.

It was a classic, hot, tropical day in Miami and the sunlight only heightened the colors of everything I saw and photographed. I didn't really have any plan for these photos, they were for me. All the while I checked my watch and gave myself plenty of time before going to her place.

Her home was a oceanfront villa straight out of "Miami Vice". I almost expected to see a black Ferrari convertible out front. Instead, there was only a white Honda minivan to be seen. A three car garage was nearby and probably held the cars I dreamed of but its doors were shut. Inside I could hear the commotion of kids and dogs when I rang the doorbell.

"Ms. Lopez is out by the pool, this way please..." said the butler who answered the door, he wasn't like other butlers I'd seen. Not to sound homophobic, but from his voice he definitely seemed gay.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

We walked through the house and I could hear a nanny telling her kids to get ready as they were leaving soon. The house looked spectacular inside and finally we passed through a stone arch that opened on a huge pool whose crystal blue water shimmered in the sunlight. A cabana house was at one end and at the other I could see Jennifer stretched out on a lounge chair, getting the most out of the sun.

"Ms. Lopez, Jim is here." he said as we approached.

"OK, thanks!" she said

What I didn't realize was she was sunbathing topless, she stood up and casually grabbed a sheer red robe that billowed in the breeze. She had on just a black bikini bottom and didn't bother to tie the robe shut, and looked even sexier as she strode over to meet me wearing large designer sunglasses.

"Hi! You made it!" she said as she hugged me, I could smell a flowery perfume on her "I hope you don't mind, I wanna get the most out of the sun, it never seems to be out when I'm out."

"No, I can see why with a place like this." I said as I looked around the pool and tried not to fixate on her tits. They were spectacular C size with that beautiful Latina skin tone too.

"I know, isn't it beautiful!"

"You bet, how long have you lived here?"

"Not long, I try to get down here in the winter. I like it better than LA."

"Snowbird, huh?"

Jennifer gave a boisterous laugh.

"Oh my god, yes! I forgot about that!"

"My Aunt used to be that way, took the Autotrain down every year."

Jennifer laughed more.

"Very Connecticut." I said

"That's where you're from?"

I nodded.

"Yep, born and raised."

"I almost bought a house up there, it's nice but too far away for me." she said before changing her tone "OK, uh, what do you think about doing some photos out here?"

"Perfect...no need for any kind of flash from what I see."

"How about what I'm wearing?"

Now she asked!

"Uh, what did you have in mind?" I meekly asked.

"Just this, nothing more." she said casually.

Luckily the "Mr. Professional" side of me stepped in.

"Ah! Good idea!" I said

Jennifer's always photogenic face took over as I snapped photos and we talked. She put on her "sultry" face as she loosened her thick brown hair and slowly ran her fingers through it.

"How long have you been doing photos?" she asked

"Not that long..."

CLICK!

"I learned from a friend, he started the business and had me come out to help him."

"Nice..." she said as she gave a beaming smile

CLICK!

She stood up and let the robe fall open just enough to prove she was wearing only the bikini bottom.

CLICK!

"I really like the work you've done...I remember those photos you did of the Tigress tour...what was that like?"

CLICK!

"A whirlwind to say the least!"

Jennifer gave that distinctive laugh of hers.

CLICK!

"It was fun, I've never been on a national tour so it was a new experience every day." I said

"They always are. I saw their show in LA, they were really something onstage."

CLICK!

"They'd be great for my next tour." she said "How 'bout I go in the pool?"

"Uh, sure..." I said hesitantly

Jennifer slid into the cool blue waters and let her slinky robe billow around her in the water.

"Hey! That's perfect! Right there!" I said excitedly

Her robe floated up and had created a perfect circle around her so that she was seen only from the waist up.

"Stay just like that!" I said excitedly.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Perfect!" I said "Got it!"

"It's that good?" she asked

"You bet!" I said as I knelt on the pool's edge "Just got the money shot."

"Could I see it?"

"OK" I quickly accessed the shot on the camera as she walked over while still in the water, her robe had become transparent and I could see her tits clearer.

"Ooooh, I like it!" she said with a big smile "Get another one while I'm here."

Jennifer stood up in the water which was maybe 4 feet deep and gave another classic "look".

CLICK! CLICK!

Then she began to slowly open her robe showing me her beautiful tits and letting the robe fall off her shoulders and float in the water. Somehow my finger never moved from the shutter button.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Jennifer Lopez was topless in front of me, and she looked good!

"Like what you see?"

I could barely form the words but somehow said;

"Y-yes."

"Take some more..." she said in a lower, sexier voice.

Jennifer held her tits and gave me a look that seemed to say "you want some of this?"

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

She started to swim away from me, then deeply dove into the water, giving me a glimpse of that famous ass of hers.

She surfaced and laughed.

"Oh my god, that's fun!" she laughed.

I couldn't respond, I think I was still trying to get over seeing her tits like that and the look on her face. She now slowly swam towards me.

"Get a shot of me coming out of the water."

"Okay"

I went towards the end of the pool where some elegant-looking marble steps were and positioned myself.

Jennifer slowly walked out of the pool, topless...and now bottomless too. Her pussy was totally smooth, her belly toned and flat.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

"Like what you see now?"

I tried not to stare too much as I stood up.

"Um...y-yes...v-very pretty."

"That's good...now can I ask you something?"

I could only nod my head.

"How'd you get the name 'Hollywood Jim'?"

Now what do I say?

"Uh...a f-friend gave it to me...it-it's not that s-special."

Jennifer stood closer to me and I could feel the water from the pool drip onto me.

"I think it's special." she said in a softer voice "...very special."

Jennifer slowly wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. The hot sun had made her skin warm and welcoming.

"Why don't you take your clothes off...join me in the pool." she said softly in my ear.

I hesitated briefly.

"Want me to help you?" she said playfully.

"Uh, no...won't someone see us?"

Really smart, "Hollywood"!

Jennifer giggled.

"No, I do it all the time." she laughed

I started to take my shirt off.

"You'll have to forgive my lack of tan." I said.

"Well, I'm not a great swimmer so you'll have to forgive me for that."

"OK, I g-guess we're even, then."

Jennifer smiled widely and tossed my shirt onto a lounge chair.

"You look good..." she said softly as she touched my chest.

"You too."

Jennifer began to slowly rub her body against mine, being in the sun her skin felt very warm. My dick was getting harder and harder the more she did this, I finally worked up the nerve to unsnap my khaki pants, Jennifer's hands were on the sides of them and they silently dropped to the ground, she breathed in sharply as she saw my dick exposed in the hot sun.

"Oh, yes...very nice...oh, beautiful..." she said before looking into my eyes and adding a small smile "Can I touch it?"

I nodded.

Her soft hands caressed the length of my dick and it continued to grow in her hands.

"Beautiful..." she said softly "I like it..."

We kissed deeply now, her lips against mine, her tongue merging with mine. As our lips parted, she looked at me and smiled.

"Let me make you feel good..." she said

Jennifer Lopez knelt down and my dick disappeared into her mouth. She eagerly took all of it in, there was no hesitation on her part as he head began to bob up and down its length, occasionally using some spit for lubrication. It was so erotic, yet so strange to be standing naked in the Miami sun and having this Latina beauty giving me head by her pool. My legs began to feel rubbery the more she did this, perhaps that was the idea.

Jennifer looked up at me now.

"You like that, babe?"

"Oh, yes...very much."

"Time to return the favor." she said as she stood up and slowly led me to the shade of the cabana. Inside were a 2 more lounge chairs, but these were much larger, like they were made for two people, and on a table with an iPod attached to it, was a Bose sound dock system. Jennifer tapped a button on the front and slow Latin music played.

"That's not your music is it?" I asked as we lay on the big chair.

"No! That would be too creepy!" she laughed "Come here..."

I lay atop Jennifer and we kissed deeply. I wanted to kiss her tits, they looked so sexy in the bright sun, now I had them for myself. I pushed them together and eagerly began to lick and suck on her tits, making her moan. Her hands held me loosely on top of her, but I could feel their gentle touch on my back an shoulders. I looked up at her as I sucked on her nipples.

"Mmmmm...suck on my boobs...oh that's it...oh yes...oh so good..." she moaned.

Jennifer finally gripped the side of my head and made me look up.

"Baby...lick my pussy...you gotta lick my pussy...you gotta do it..." she said quickly.

My dick had been rubbing against her pussy and I could feel her wetness on it. I gave her a soft kiss and slowly moved down her body until I could see her lovely pussy. Soft, smooth, and wet to my touch.

I gave it a soft kiss and could hear her breathe in sharply, then let out a childlike sigh as I started to lick all round her pussy. The more I licked, the more she moaned, the sexier she sounded. My tongue now entered her pussy, she moaned loudly as I swirled it around inside her. She tasted wonderful and her cries of passion only heightened the moment. She moaned even louder as I slowly inserted a finger, then two fingers, all the while continuing to lick her pussy. Looking up from between her legs, I could see she was softly touching her nipples and caressing her tits. Then her back arched and let out a loud moan as she climaxed. She was gasping as she lay back and held my head.

"Oh my god...so good...you gotta fuck me Jim...please fuck me.." she gasped.

I sat up and kissed her lips softly.

"Please fuck me...fuck me..." she repeated

She closed her eyes and let out a long slow moan of pleasure as my dick went inside her. The smile on her face spoke volumes.

I began to fuck Jennifer Lopez.

She held me tightly and wrapped her legs around my mine as we fucked. Being so close to her I heard every sexy moan and it only made me fuck her harder. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her upward, we kissed deeply when were face to face.

"You're good, baby!" she said with a beaming smile "Lean back...let me ride you."

I lay back on the lounger and she began to grind herself on my dick, caressing her tits, running her fingers through her thick brown hair and giving me that classic "J-Lo" smile. Her eyes closed slightly and she tilted her head back as waves of ecstasy appeared to come over her again and again. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"So good...oh my god so good..." she said softly "Don't stop... don't stop..."

Jennifer continued to grind herself on my dick, then leaned down close to me again.

"Do me from behind..." she said

She slowly got up and showed me that famous ass of hers, it looked nice. I softly caressed it, then slid my dick into her again. She let out a soft "Mmmmm..." as I started to fuck her. She felt great the more I fucked her, holding her hips.

"Ohhhhyeahhh..." she moaned.

She stood up on her knees and looked over her shoulder, giving me a beaming smile.

"Like that, babe?" she said

I nodded, what else could I do?

"I like it too..." she said "I like it too..."

I kissed her neck and put several more thrusts into her, making her moan and gasp. I held her tits as I did this, only heightening our pleasure. I could feel an explosion building in me.

"I...I wanna cum on your tits..." I said quickly.

"Oh yeah...I love that..."

I pulled out and she sat close to me and as I stood over her, she stroked my dick. The feeling was incredible and it just got better the more she did it.

"Ooohhh...yes...so good...cum for me baby...come on sweetie...cum for me..."

It kept building in me.

"Yeah, hon...that's it...so good..."

With a loud groan I exploded onto her tits.

"Oh yeah! Wow! Oh my god...yeah!" she said.

I looked down and she had my dick close to her lips as a few spurts hit her tongue. She was laughing as I came.

"Nice!" she said happily as she looked down at her cum-splattered tits.

"Wow...that was great!" she said "Come on, I'll wash you off."

Jennifer led me to an outdoor shower and the water felt good on our bodies. She took my hands and had me wash the cum off her. Even like this, she felt just as soft. She moved my hand down to her pussy and my finger slid inside her again, and she responded with closed eyes and a relaxed, pleased smile the more I touched and caressed her. She held my dick and began to stroke it as she kissed me deeply.

"That was wonderful...where have you been all my life?" she giggled.

"Uh, all around, I guess." I shrugged.

Jennifer handed me a thick towel and we dried each other off. She retrieved her robe, now dry. I gathered my clothes, then heard an unsettling crunching sound.

"Uh-oh." I muttered.

I reached into the pocket of my pants and my sunglasses weren't there. But were under my foot, broken.

"Aw, crap." I said

"What is it?"

"I broke my sunglasses, happens a lot." I said with a shrug.

"Aw, too bad." she said, then her eyes brightened "Hey! I've got an idea. Come with me."

Jennifer led me back inside her house and into her large dining room. On the table were numerous boxes of different sizes with the Kohl's logo on them, a rolling garment rack was against the wall with different clothes hanging from it. Jennifer led me to a particular box and flipped it open.

Inside was a variety of sunglasses, every style imaginable. Classic aviators with gold or silver frames, John Lennon-style wire rimmed glasses, 50's style Ray-Bans, even Harry Potter-like glasses with tortoiseshell frames.

"Take your pick." she said with a flourish of her hand "Benefits of having a clothing line with your ex."

"Wow!" I was amazed "I don't know where to start."

Jennifer carefully looked at all of them.

"Try these." she said handing me a pair of the Ray-Bans. I put them on and she looked at me carefully.

"Nice...not quite you though." she said as she looked at another pair. She handed me the Lennon glasses with their yellow lenses and silver frames.

"Try these."

I liked the simple style as I saw myself in the mirror.

"Whaddya think, luv?" I said in my best English accent.

"Not bad." she said with a little smile "Not quite perfect, though."

Now she handed me dramatic pair of gold framed Aviators with jet black lenses.

"Ohhh...perfect!" she said in a slow, sexy tone as she saw me with them on "Take a look."

She turned me around and I saw my reflection in a huge floor length mirror. I did look dramatically different.

"That looks like Hollywood Jim." she said "Get your camera, I wanna do something." she said eagerly.

I went back outside and grabbed my camera bag and returned to the dining room. Jennifer had shed her robe again.

"I want a photo of us." she said.

Jennifer had me try to stand at an angle where I could hold the camera, but we couldn't get it right.

"George!" she yelled

The butler who'd met me at the door reappeared.

"Can you take a picture of us?" she asked.

"Certainly." he replied.

Jennifer stood close to me and wrapped her naked body around me from the side and gave the camera her best "sultry" look as I wore the dramatic sunglasses she'd picked out and he camera clicked off several shots in rapid succession.

"Thanks, George!" she said happily.

We looked at the photos and they were, well, sultry all right. Jennifer looked at me and gave that easy, casual smile of hers.

"You like?" she asked

"I like..." I said before turning to her "The girls' nice too."

Jennifer and I laughed boisterously.

I leaned in and we kissed again.

"Um, I'm afraid it's getting kind of late." I said.

"Right...the kids will be back soon." she said softly "Um, will you be back soon?"

"Well, if you're in LA we could meet."

She smiled.
"Yeah, that's right!" she nodded "I'll call you next time, how 'bout that?"

"You got a deal, Ms. Lopez." I said extending my hand.

She laughed as we shook hands on our "deal".

I drove away from her home but made sure to grab several pairs of glasses before I left.

The Miami sun was slowly setting as I drove away. I pulled off the road and snapped off several more photos.

I wanted to have as much to remember this day as I could.

Not long after I returned to LA, I was driving home one night and nearly crashed my car when I saw a giant billboard on Sunset Boulevard. I stared at it and couldn't believe my eyes.

It was a giant black and white photo of Jennifer Lopez close-up that I'd taken!

Her hair was slicked back, the famous robe open down the middle. In big letters below were the words;

JENNIFER LOPEZ

EPIC

THE NEW ALBUM COMING SOON

I just stared at it and didn't move until the sound of a police car behind me beeping its horn brought me back to reality.

Fast forward two weeks later.

"And so...that's why I texted you that day. I saw Victor Mitchell at the meeting and he just seemed so familiar to me."

Laura Austin now looked at me skeptically.

"Hmm, OK, you made me bend my cardinal rule." she now said before raising a finger "But only a little."

"But I was right." I quickly added.

"Yeah, but that's the kind of goofy story Vicki would buy." Laura said as she sipped her wine before quickly adding "No offense to her, but Italians like me...we have a little more on the ball."

"Well then, does this mean I get the lowdown on Mr. Mitchell?" I asked "It always helps to have a little insider information, you know."

Laura cocked her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, like she was giving it great thought.

"Will you give me the lowdown on J-Lo?"

I thought for a minute, then made the same expression she did.

"Nah, Hollywood Jim always keeps his secrets...just like a good escort."

It was my version of her standard answer to any questions I might have about her profession.

Laura knew I had the upper hand for a change and simply raised her glass to mine.

"Salud." she said with a smile in perfect Italian as we clinked our glasses.

She then took my hand and led me back to the bedroom.