Ulrich in Love
You are worth millions, but are you worth loving?
Adam Ulrich, was one of Hollywood's biggest heartthrobs. He could be seen at every major Hollywood party and premier, accompanied by the prettiest women he could hook up with. Women drooled over him, men wanted to be him and to the public, he was the next best thing. He seemed to get along well with everyone, except those who weren't his fans or seemed to hate him for no reason. With all the money he could have ever wanted, with all the fame, with all the beautiful and sexy women he could never get in high school chasing after him now, he was revered as a "God of Manhood" by one of the popular male magazines. But he wasn't happy. Not even the dazzling blond with the pearly smile and fresh breath that was sitting in his lap with her cleavage thrust into his face could make him happy. No matter how many times she had offered to sleep with him. " This is some party, huh Adam?" she asked. Her name was Melissa.
The tattoo on her boob said so. " Yeah, this is some party." Adam answered, dryly. He wasn't interested in the party or Melissa, the only thing he was interested in was the glass of alcohol that was waiting to be splashed down his throat. He could see the chilled cup sweating, calling for him to drink it up and have another, to blot out the world in which the rich and the famous live, because this world wasn't worth a dime if he couldn't buy what he wanted. Because what he wanted, was not for sale. He took the cup and gulped it down, feeling his spine tingle as the cool, refreshing sting of alcohol washed over him. " Yeah baby, this is some party," he said, pushing his mouth up to Melissa's glossy lips and parting them with his tongue. One for the paparazzi outside the window, he thought.
As the camera flash made Melissa turn her head, Adam stayed still, watching the tattoo on her boob jiggle. Those are so fake, I bet if you squeezed it she wouldn't even feel it. That's exactly what he did, taking his hand and cupping her breast, he squeezed. She didn't turn back around until he started to squeeze too hard. " Stop it baby, wait 'till we get home. I'll give you something you've never had before." she said, trying to be seductive, by practically shoving her breast into his face. He acted as if he was aroused by the fact that she was being sluttish in front of the general public and - in front of people period. He pulled her closer to his groin and gave a little thrust, smiling like a promiscuous teenage boy. " Melissa, sweetheart, let's get the hell out of here." Melissa squealed in delight, smiling as she stood up, her super-short dress riding up in the back to reveal her backside in which no panties were present. She caught him looking and pretended she didn't know her bare ass was showing." Oops!" she giggled, pulling her dress down, which didn't go far. Adam sighed and took her hand and lead her down the stairs where the part was held.
Through the all black and white modern main hall, there was a long hallways with white walls and black marble floors, that lead to an array of bedrooms, made especially for the Hollywood couple who couldn't wait get home to make "love". He smiled a mischievous smile as he put the palm of his hand on the small of Melissa's back and kissed her again. They reached a bedroom and instantly, before the door was even halfway open, Melissa had dropped the white strapless dress she had been wearing and pushed Adam into the room, where he stumbled onto the bed. He feel onto the plush, red comforter and let his head rest of the maroon pillows that were oh-so-soft. A naked Melissa walked over to the bed, draping herself over a man she had only met hours before. She acted as if it where the most natural thing to do, and kissed him deeply, not minding that he still had his clothes on. Adam was shocked in a way. He didn't realize how sexy Melissa was until her clothes where off and she was on top of him, with her slimy tongue down his throat. He was a little disappointed in himself when he became aroused and couldn't help but admit that he wanted to do this more than anything right now.
He wanted Melissa, and wanted her bad. He threw her off roughly and stood up, throwing off his shirt and pants and kicking off his shoes, taking off his expensive watch and stepping out of his boxers and socks. He looked back at the blond beauty that was lying on the bed, her pretty toes curling with anticipation, her expression looked as if she was about to burst from lust. He pouted mouth just waiting for his. " Adam Ulrich, come here." the beautiful thing commanded. Adam was in a daze when he walked over to the bed and hovered over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his mouth to hers. He felt himself loosen up to Melissa as she invited him in, smiling with an odd glint in her eye. Maybe she was planning something. Good thing he slipped on a condom while she wasn't looking.
The next morning Adam Ulrich woke up the worst headache ever. He was accustomed to hangover's but this one was not like the others ; he must've gotten so drunk and then passed out. I hope I didn't do anything stupid, he thought, blinking a few times before looking around. Curled up next to him on the bed, was a blond girl, her manicured hand, resting on his chest. He threw her hand off, totally disgusted with himself. Another night full of partying and drinking and sex and then another disappointing morning where he would wake up and realize that he was becoming a Hollywood man-whore. He could imagine the look on the woman's face when she woke up. What was he name anyway, Misty?
He couldn't remember. He grabbed the girl's shoulder and shook it hard ; she was jolted awake with a little scream. She blinked a few times, rubbing sleep from her eyes as her vision came into focus. She squealed a little " OMG" before covering her mouth with her hands, he green eyes wide as a full moon. " Oh shit, are you Adam Ulrich?" she asked, looking him up and down. Great. He was still naked. " Yeah, " he answered, trying to sound as if he were one of those cool celebrities that actually gave a damn about their fans. The girl squealed. " You must be Misty," he said. The blond look at him as if he just asked to marry her mother. " Um, we made love last night and you don't know my name?" she croaked. Her big green eyes filled with tears, like she was really hurt. " Adam, my name is Melissa. I am Melissa Lowell, I'm the girl from Beverly Hills. My dad, the CEO of Tran Co., I live with him. You don't know who I am ?" she looked let down.
When Adam shook his head, she burst into tears and jumped up from the bed and began to pick up her dress and white pumps from the floor. " I can't believe I was in love with you Ulrich. I can't believe I gave my virginity to you. My love for you I worth millions, I am worth MILLIONS!!" she bellowed as she ran from the room, naked and in tears. First of all if someone or something was worth millions they would be respectable, in which you, Misty, are not!, Adam screamed in his mind. He gathered his clothes and through them on in a fit of anger and frustration. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten something. His watch, the one that was silver and had diamonds on it, the one that was imported from Italy. He searched around the room for it, but couldn't find it. Adam cursed Melissa under his breath and walked out of the door, where he stomped t off to his new Mercedes, and hopped in, slamming the door and speeding away.
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The tattoo on her boob said so. " Yeah, this is some party." Adam answered, dryly. He wasn't interested in the party or Melissa, the only thing he was interested in was the glass of alcohol that was waiting to be splashed down his throat. He could see the chilled cup sweating, calling for him to drink it up and have another, to blot out the world in which the rich and the famous live, because this world wasn't worth a dime if he couldn't buy what he wanted. Because what he wanted, was not for sale. He took the cup and gulped it down, feeling his spine tingle as the cool, refreshing sting of alcohol washed over him. " Yeah baby, this is some party," he said, pushing his mouth up to Melissa's glossy lips and parting them with his tongue. One for the paparazzi outside the window, he thought.
As the camera flash made Melissa turn her head, Adam stayed still, watching the tattoo on her boob jiggle. Those are so fake, I bet if you squeezed it she wouldn't even feel it. That's exactly what he did, taking his hand and cupping her breast, he squeezed. She didn't turn back around until he started to squeeze too hard. " Stop it baby, wait 'till we get home. I'll give you something you've never had before." she said, trying to be seductive, by practically shoving her breast into his face. He acted as if he was aroused by the fact that she was being sluttish in front of the general public and - in front of people period. He pulled her closer to his groin and gave a little thrust, smiling like a promiscuous teenage boy. " Melissa, sweetheart, let's get the hell out of here." Melissa squealed in delight, smiling as she stood up, her super-short dress riding up in the back to reveal her backside in which no panties were present. She caught him looking and pretended she didn't know her bare ass was showing." Oops!" she giggled, pulling her dress down, which didn't go far. Adam sighed and took her hand and lead her down the stairs where the part was held.
Through the all black and white modern main hall, there was a long hallways with white walls and black marble floors, that lead to an array of bedrooms, made especially for the Hollywood couple who couldn't wait get home to make "love". He smiled a mischievous smile as he put the palm of his hand on the small of Melissa's back and kissed her again. They reached a bedroom and instantly, before the door was even halfway open, Melissa had dropped the white strapless dress she had been wearing and pushed Adam into the room, where he stumbled onto the bed. He feel onto the plush, red comforter and let his head rest of the maroon pillows that were oh-so-soft. A naked Melissa walked over to the bed, draping herself over a man she had only met hours before. She acted as if it where the most natural thing to do, and kissed him deeply, not minding that he still had his clothes on. Adam was shocked in a way. He didn't realize how sexy Melissa was until her clothes where off and she was on top of him, with her slimy tongue down his throat. He was a little disappointed in himself when he became aroused and couldn't help but admit that he wanted to do this more than anything right now.
He wanted Melissa, and wanted her bad. He threw her off roughly and stood up, throwing off his shirt and pants and kicking off his shoes, taking off his expensive watch and stepping out of his boxers and socks. He looked back at the blond beauty that was lying on the bed, her pretty toes curling with anticipation, her expression looked as if she was about to burst from lust. He pouted mouth just waiting for his. " Adam Ulrich, come here." the beautiful thing commanded. Adam was in a daze when he walked over to the bed and hovered over her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing his mouth to hers. He felt himself loosen up to Melissa as she invited him in, smiling with an odd glint in her eye. Maybe she was planning something. Good thing he slipped on a condom while she wasn't looking.
The next morning Adam Ulrich woke up the worst headache ever. He was accustomed to hangover's but this one was not like the others ; he must've gotten so drunk and then passed out. I hope I didn't do anything stupid, he thought, blinking a few times before looking around. Curled up next to him on the bed, was a blond girl, her manicured hand, resting on his chest. He threw her hand off, totally disgusted with himself. Another night full of partying and drinking and sex and then another disappointing morning where he would wake up and realize that he was becoming a Hollywood man-whore. He could imagine the look on the woman's face when she woke up. What was he name anyway, Misty?
He couldn't remember. He grabbed the girl's shoulder and shook it hard ; she was jolted awake with a little scream. She blinked a few times, rubbing sleep from her eyes as her vision came into focus. She squealed a little " OMG" before covering her mouth with her hands, he green eyes wide as a full moon. " Oh shit, are you Adam Ulrich?" she asked, looking him up and down. Great. He was still naked. " Yeah, " he answered, trying to sound as if he were one of those cool celebrities that actually gave a damn about their fans. The girl squealed. " You must be Misty," he said. The blond look at him as if he just asked to marry her mother. " Um, we made love last night and you don't know my name?" she croaked. Her big green eyes filled with tears, like she was really hurt. " Adam, my name is Melissa. I am Melissa Lowell, I'm the girl from Beverly Hills. My dad, the CEO of Tran Co., I live with him. You don't know who I am ?" she looked let down.
When Adam shook his head, she burst into tears and jumped up from the bed and began to pick up her dress and white pumps from the floor. " I can't believe I was in love with you Ulrich. I can't believe I gave my virginity to you. My love for you I worth millions, I am worth MILLIONS!!" she bellowed as she ran from the room, naked and in tears. First of all if someone or something was worth millions they would be respectable, in which you, Misty, are not!, Adam screamed in his mind. He gathered his clothes and through them on in a fit of anger and frustration. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten something. His watch, the one that was silver and had diamonds on it, the one that was imported from Italy. He searched around the room for it, but couldn't find it. Adam cursed Melissa under his breath and walked out of the door, where he stomped t off to his new Mercedes, and hopped in, slamming the door and speeding away.
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