Hollywood Art: System of sunnys

December 12.

They had been receiving constant invitations through Mónica for several days. Many of the gatherings were crowded with so many producers, actors, investors, and directors that the merit was overshadowed by Billy's attention to people; for now, it would only correspond to Winona, no one else. Both pushed their work to the limit; outstanding results were achieved by each of them. One could see that Mónica's confidence on the runways skyrocketed like a rocket; she had gained the strength to avoid stumbling on stage, even if her curvy hips prevented her from performing the usual leaps.

—Tomorrow we’ll leave in the evening to visit Grandpa —Billy commented—. I hope you have your bags ready.

—Yes.

—It’s fine. For now, the family is somewhat divided over money matters, but I have more than enough. I’ll cover Grandma’s expenses, and we’ll celebrate with a heifer, just like we used to in my childhood —Billy replied, noticing her grimace; being ignored and dismissed is a bad sign of love for a woman.

She was sentimental about these matters, and her transformation from pale to blooming was all she had to say: “You should visit my parents, and I could introduce you to them. They are loving, and it would be beautiful.”

—We’ll spend Christmas here in Texas, and New Year’s in Italy —Billy said.

At Mónica's pout.

They both got out of the sleek black car with tinted windows, a high-end BMW, with certain modifications that made it elegant. Winona’s house was filled with people; this time, they arranged the space so that the party could accommodate all the gathered guests. The entrance was announced by a few people who were approaching. Winona was with Drew Barrymore; both were young and their dresses, with plunging necklines, were frankly almost naked… the wonder of angels. The atmosphere was a wild party, and for the first time in her life, she understood the term “wild party” in Hollywood, a madness that could only be described.

She didn’t recognize many of the people, but nudity was the starting point; even Winona was nearly naked, just draped in a sheer fabric. She could see some people having a heated romantic encounter nearby, filled with kisses and sensuality.

—I think everything has gotten out of control —Mónica replied with a smile; seeing this kind of party at model gatherings was not unusual. Billy maintained his composure but had no choice but to take a seat and share a drink. The discomfort of such a wild party led him to approach Mónica, letting the party and darkness cover their steps; they moved close enough to take a step toward love.

—Take me dancing, my love —Mónica whispered, rubbing her head against Billy’s chest. Mónica’s actions could only be considered normal; she was a kinesthetic person who preferred intense contact, and it wouldn’t be wrong to say that the Italian wanted to be on top of Billy every second, but in a different way. The passions of youth, forgotten by time, transformed into the warm feeling of apprehension between two beings seeking to share a refuge. Someone shouted, pulling them from their passionate shadow. Billy noticed a jacket flying through the air and the sound of someone falling. They both took their positions on the dance floor. Dancing was considered a language of love in many cultures; physical activity was very important… Mónica rubbed her backside with a sensuality that only she could express, they drew closer and stole kisses, time passed, and amidst kisses and dancing.

The serpentine atmosphere of the angels offered all kinds of favors. He noticed green eyes; they locked gazes. A woman with long black hair, one of Hollywood's roses, Jennifer Connelly, was chatting with a young Liv Tyler and Winona about something; her gaze was intense, strong, and desirous, “like the statues or paintings in an ancient mansion.” He forgot those green eyes with a kiss from Mónica, lost in thought.

—I wish I were naked on the beaches of Milos (Greece), for you to take me from behind and plant your seed in me, letting our excitement blossom like the desire people feel in the flesh. I will be yours as long as you want, ours in body and soul. Just tell me what you want, and I will submit to you humbly, so you can do with my body all the wickedness your mind has imagined or will ever imagine, my love —Mónica entered a frenzy of excitement, and Billy accompanied her to a secluded bathroom… it was a spectacle for the women watching Billy, but he didn’t care; he understood little of subtleties, the trick was to submit, and he would do so without concern.

There were laughter and kisses. Laughter and kisses! Like landscapes surrendered, united by the brush of an artist who expresses his ideas.

It was unpredictable to see Winona, who could not help but notice the eyes of the man becoming a beast, immersed in pleasures, the power of a woman and a man.

She entered the bathroom, and before the door could close, her dress had already fallen to the floor, along with her heels flying around the room. She surrendered into his arms, whispering in a low, silky voice in Italian just how much she desired to be his. It was a rough yet soft tone, raspy and sweet, designed to drive him wild. The moment became secondary as the kisses continued; her erect breasts, filled with longing, brushed against his blazer, each contact eliciting a soft, muffled moan.

On the other side of the door, Winona's legs imagined the act with such lewdness that it seemed disproportionate to the proud mind that was corrupted. With every sound, she filled the space with as much skill as she could muster.

Mónica raised her voice, just loud enough for the person behind the door to savor.

—Take me harder, please… I beg you! Just as you love me, soak my body with the sweat you create. Uhmmmm. Yes, please, I am yours, yours —Mónica exclaimed as she felt Billy's fingers tear through her underwear and graze her backside. She was eager for the moment of union, which came swiftly; it was a quick ecstasy, as young lovers have little time to wait. The penetration was filled with urgency and strength.

—You’re so wet —his guttural voice not only made Mónica tremble but also sent Winona into spasms. Her fingers dug deeper into her intimate areas, playing with her familiar body. The appetizer was served just as Drew caught sight of her friend in such a compromising position that she blushed and barely managed to stifle a laugh. But she kept the secret for a more intimate night as she returned to encounter a young man, who greeted her with a kiss the moment he saw her.

Billy continued showering her with kisses while moving his hips. Mónica wrapped her legs around him, squeezing her hips. The sensation of the warm liquid within her was the true pleasure of life, the joy of being one. They were both sweaty, but she was not satisfied with just once. Without waiting any longer, she bit Billy’s neck, a second, hoping he would get more animated inside her. They continued a storm of kisses, to the point where Winona reached her release, her previously clouded eyes taking note of her situation, trembling in her legs from the uncomfortable position she had forced herself into.

***

Later that night at the same party, Mónica could feel the semen dripping down her legs, but she didn’t care; her white teeth were directed at everyone, a sign that the world of dreams still resided in her heart.

The scent exuded was what she called pleasure. Yet her excitement didn’t wane; she needed more and was not satisfied with what she had received. One night was not enough; perhaps a week would do, as she didn’t like that sense of complacency.

—I think we need to do a bit of lobbying —Billy commented, turning to some people who were approaching. The night was now filled with a flurry of proposals. While many were young, Billy knew that some would eventually dip their toes into production or investment at some point; the stories were there, he just needed the time to unfold them.

Curiously, a producer of animated films was present, somewhat older for this type of party, but he couldn’t refuse.

Mónica hid behind a group of models: Kathy, Madison, and Cynthia. They were friends who had met during a campaign for Prada.

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