The Adventures of Matt Ford: Blonde Ambition

[TPG]

The Adv. of Matt Ford: Blonde Ambition
with Sophie Monk
The Pornographer
(MF, BJ)


This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!

A few hours later I arrived back to the States and immediately checked into a hotel. I was exhausted to say the least.

To my amusement I had only been checked in for a few short minutes when I received a call from an old friend, Conrad Greene. Conrad was an old family friend, and more importantly, a powerful Hollywood industrialist.

Further from that I couldn't really tell you what it was he did exactly as it was a great mystery to me. All I did knew was that at one point in the past he run the day to day operations of one of the big five Studios in town and in recent years had apparently retired and now owned several high profile properties up and down the West Coast.

These included some of LA's most exclusive clubs and restaurants, and it seemed despite his retirement, he still possessed considerable clout in the industry.

As per usual Conrad had surprised me with an unexpected phone call and insisted I accompany him to dinner. It was his usual M.O. He would frequently call and surprise me each time I would visit California.

With that I quickly showered and dressed and rushed downstairs to find a waiting stretch limousine.

Inside I found Conrad chatting on the phone, and enjoying a drink, we immediately head off in the direction of Beverly Hills where a table at a very exclusive restaurant awaited our arrival.

There we settled in and quickly caught up on old times and gossip before he shocked me with some news.

"So, what do you say?" he grinned. "You think you're up to it?"

"I don't know." I stuttered.

Conrad was apparently looking for an assistant and someone to be his right hand man. Of course I was incredibly flattered and shocked to say the least but feared I was woefully unqualified and inexperienced for such a role.

"I need someone I can trust." he explained. "And seeing as we're almost family—"

"I know but—I don't know the first thing about being a personal assistant?"

"There's nothing to it." he said between drinks. "It's more of a representative role. You'll mostly be making appearances and a few decisions on my behalf."

While I sat considering his proposal for a minute it was then he went on to detail the incredible wage and exotic locations I would be frequenting, and it didn't take long for me to decide.

I quickly accepted. How could I not?

I was now being offered the job of a lifetime, and asked to travel around the globe and hob-knob with some of the world's most famous personalities—and get paid for it no less.

Where do I sign?

Delighted, we then celebrated our new arrangement by sharing a very expensive bottle of Brandy, and it was then he informed me that we were going to be joined by a budding young actress and film hopeful for dinner.

As it so happened it seemed Conrad was in the middle of casting for an upcoming film that he was financing and he wanted to treat me a sneak preview of what I would be asked to do for him (casting call) on a regular basis.

It was a few minutes later that that a gorgeous leggy blonde approached our table and introduced herself to us. And I was immediately spellbound.

There I was quickly introduced to Australian personality Sophie Monk, who took a seat at our table and wasted little time openly flirting with us both. Watching her I couldn't believe how cartoonishly beautiful she was with her thick luscious lips, large natural breasts, and long slender legs that just seemed to go on forever.

With bright blue eyes and long platinum blonde hair, she was dressed sexily but elegantly in a skimpy little white open back dress which only accentuated her athletic body and shoulders and flaunted the fact that she was completely braless underneath.

She looked positively angelic.

It was only a few minutes into dinner that I caught Conrad flash Sophie a knowing look which she seemed to take as some kind of sign and without further ado she got up from the table and insisted I accompany her to the back of the restaurant.

"Huh. Why?" I asked naively which only seemed to amuse them both.

Conrad laughed at my ignorance and suggested that I do exactly as she ask as she simply wanted me to escort her to the ladies room.

It was only then that I finally caught on to what was going on and blushed brightly with embarrassment as I got up to accompany her to the back of the dimply lit establishment. I couldn't believe it was happening. It all seemed so shameless and blatant. What did she have in store for me back there?

While I contemplated this, I had to smile to myself as the six foot tall blonde towered over me.

A few moments later I watched in amazement as Sophie accompanied me to the back of the restaurant, and without batting an eyelid, boldly bypassed the ladies room and stepped into the men's bathroom and immediately reached for the zipper of my pants.

There was definitely no ambiguity about what she had on her mind. Sophie was certainly one ambitious and determined young woman.

"Um, this really isn't necessary." I told her nervously, but she didn't blink.

"Just so you know," she told me offhandedly. "I don't care what happens—just as long as you don't come in my hair."

"Ohhkay?" I replied slowly. "I'll try to remember that."

I was dumbfounded. And like a child, couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably to myself. This whole situation was extraordinary.

With that I watched as she carefully dropped to her knees before me and without hesitating eagerly devoured my cock in one action. Sophie eagerly wrapped full luscious lips firmly around my bell-head and proceeded to suck me.

Gripping the side of her head, I leaned back against the mirror and marveled as the Aussie bombshell serviced me keenly, her head soon proceeded to bob up and down in earnest. Sophie soon switched from a sucking me to swallowing, and then ran her long wet tongue up and down the full length of my shaft.

Tilting my cock towards the ceiling, she then took my breath away as she hungrily licked and slurped at my tight balls and took them into her hot mouth. This action causes my eyes to roll into the back of my head and let out a low groan.

"Jesus." I gasped. "You really want this role, huh?"

It was one of the best blowjobs I had ever received, and to my surprise, it didn't take long for me to announce my impending orgasm.

With that Sophie picked up the pace and almost took me right into the back of her throat, twisting and thrashing her head from side to side, just as I suddenly and abruptly erupted—filling her hot mouth with my seed.

To my amazement I then watched as she coughed and gagged for a moment but skillfully kept her composure and dutifully swallowed my copious load. She really was a cock-sucking champion.

"That was fucking amazing." I told her, as she casually checked her appearance in the mirror and reapplied her lip gloss and makeup.

"Don't mention it sweetie." she purred in her Aussie accent. "It was my pleasure."

Taking a breath we then cleaned ourselves up before we stepped outside to find Conrad was gone!

While I began to wonder what had happened we were then informed by the Maitre d that he had been called away on urgent business but arranged for a car to wait on us and take us anywhere we liked.

He also apparently insisted we stay and enjoy our meal and not worry about picking up the tab as it had all been taken care of.

With that Sophie and I returned to our table and got comfortable, and she then proceeded to order up a series of drinks and desserts that at any other time would have been deemed off limits or inaccessible. This included a one thousand dollar ice cream sundae creation entitled "Golden Opulence" plus many other excesses.

I couldn't believe the audacity.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I asked her.

"Hey I think I deserve it, don't you?" she smiled with those amazing lips.

How could I argue?

Sophie and I then enjoyed some drinks and conversation and had a wonderful time getting to know each other before we finally got up and stepped out into the waiting limousine to take her home.

It seemed Sophie was apparently staying in a one bedroom apartment in Santa Monica while trying her hand at the whole "Breaking into Hollywood" thing, and once arriving to the address she graciously invited me up for a drink.

"Why don't you come up for a while?" she offered. "I promise to make it worth your while."

"I don't doubt it." I grinned. "But can I take a rain check?"

"Suit yourself." she beamed before giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Her lips drove me wild and managed to cause my cock to twitch in my pants.

With that she then jotted down her phone number and told me to call her anytime I felt lonely.

"Seriously, if you ever feel like you want some company." she offered. "Hell if you just want your cock sucked again, then give me a call."

I had to laugh. This girl was outrageous, and incredibly fun and down to earth. She was perfect.

Dropping her off we then pulled away and I sat back and stretched out and exhaled loudly with contentment. It was a perfect end to a perfect evening. It was only then that I happened to glance out the window and notice that the driver was heading in the wrong direction to my hotel, and I asked him where he was going.

He explained that everything had apparently been arranged and that Conrad had insisted I stay with him for a few days while I was in town. He then drove through West Hollywood and up into the Hollywood Hills and in the direction of Conrad's large estate, a 25,000 square-foot mansion which overlooked Los Angeles.

There I was absolutely awestruck at the opulence as I was soon directed to my new abode, a lavish guest house which was situated by the pool and featured a state-of-the-art gymnasium.

Wow. I could get used to this.