“I’m not gay. I’m not even ashamed to admit I don’t want to be gay, but….” Ally McBeal said as she sat in her office at Cage, Fish and Associates. “… you’re curious.” the young beautiful Asian woman sitting across from Ally said as she finished her sentence. Her name was Ling Woo, and like
Portia Stewart closed her lace parasol with a snap and turned to watch the throng of people shove their way into the shade of The Egyptian Theater building. Perspiration pooled at the base of her back, soaking into her chemise as she waited for her husband, Gabriel, to return with the tickets. People shouted, pushing
The music was deafening enough a deaf man would could have heard the noise. The club was crowded almost to capacity. Jeff Wilson and the man beside him at the bar kept bumping into each other. Jeff decided to get out of there and go somewhere else that was a bit saner. As he finished
Calvin was at the playboy mansion talking to Pamela Anderson when she felt a tingle in her pants. It was her cell phone. She answered the phone and told Calvin she would be right back. Calvin decided to head down to the grotto and chill in the hot tub. There were the usual playboy bunnies
Kari Wuhrer walked into the office of the producers at Fox Studios. It turns out, they were looking for a new regular female star. The current producer David Peckinpah said that tv mega-babe Sarah Michelle Gellar was already in the runnning. Kari admitted she’d do anything for the role. She proceeded to drop down on
Jodie Sweetin sat in the outside office waiting to see the producer of Dancing With The Stars. The pretty blonde former child actress had been invited to be on the upcoming season of the very popular show and was asked to come in and speak with the producer. She’d been waiting for about 10 minutes
“I don’t need a fuckin’ body guard, Hunter!” Becky Lynch spat at her boss, Triple H. “I fight for a living.” She enunciated each word in strong Irish accent. “I know you do, but I don’t want you fighting anyone out of the ring. You’re a fighter, but an entertainer and a performer. I don’t
I couldn’t believe it. Dad and mom were getting a divorce! Dad – Vincent Cassell – met mom – Monica Bellucci – in 1996 on the set of the movie The Apartment. They dated for three years before “tying the knot” August 3, 1999. I was conceived that night and born May 7, 2000. My
The stylish and expensive car pulled to a stop before the small and modest apartment building. The owner sat inside, tapping on the steering wheel before putting the car into park. She remained sitting in the car for several minutes, still tapping the wheel, trying to get the courage to get out and deal with
John Derek was looking for a new movie for his beautiful young wife, the ravishing Bo Derek. He needed something to show off her beautiful body to the world once more. Ever since she was first presented to the world in her first movie, ’10’, Bo Derek had been the source of many fantasies for
I was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the garage; I’d just got home from a date that didn’t go as I’d expected… I sighed and leaned against the door frame for a few moments. Finally I returned dad’s keys to the hook next to the door so he wouldn’t know I had
“Goddamn it. These fucking critics, they’re hurting my career,” Britney Spears yelled as she walked into the living room, where her mother was sitting alone. “It doesn’t matter what I do, they’re always burning my ass in those fucking magazines. Why can’t they just leave me alone.” “Why do you care what they say, Brit.
It was a good day for a walk: sun, but not too hot, no wind, just a very pleasant day. With nowhere in particular in mind I roamed the streets, going wherever I pleased. In hindsight, I probably should have looked over my shoulder more carefully before crossing the street – a quick glance proved