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Dear Prudence
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
"Excuse me, Miss Hudson," June said as she stood in
the doorway. "but the young man in here."
"Already?" Brooke said, then looking up at the wall
clock realized that sure enough, it was five after seven. "Tell
him I'll be down in a few minutes, would you please."
"Of course," the sixty something housekeeper said. "
Might I say that you look quite lovely in that dress."
"Thank you, June," Brooke replied. "but you know you
don't have to compliment me all the time. It's hardly part of your
job."
"I know," she smiled just before disappearing down the
hall. "That's why I like to do it."
"Good evening, Gregg," Brooke said as she stepped out
of the bedroom into the living room.
Gregg had been looking out the bay window at the
empty beach beneath the condo, sipping from a soft drink June
had gotten him. Dressed in a black tuxedo that added to his
new image of young manhood, Brooke had to say the five foot
nine teen really looked good in it.
"Wow!" Gregg exclaimed when he turned and saw
Brooke's outfit. "You look so, so ..."
"Different?" Brooke completed his sentence as she
walked over to him and gave him a friendly kiss hello on the
cheek.
"Yeah, different," Gregg repeated.
"I don't know why," Brooke said as she picked up the
drink June had left out for her, taking a sip. "After all, you've
seen me dressed up countless time before."
As the liquid hit her mouth, Brooke was surprised to find
it was the same soda that had been served to her guest. It was
the housekeepers' way of reminding her that the young man
couldn't legally drink yet and that maybe she shouldn't either.
Thinking about it for a second, Brooke decided it might not be
bad advice and took a second sip of the cola.
"I know that," Gregg continued, "but somehow it just
seems different this time."
"Could it be," Brooke silently thought to herself, "that
this time, people are going to see you with me and say, wow,
she's with him."
"It's supposed to get a little cooler tonight," June said as
she reappeared with a white wrap for Brooke's shoulders. "You
might need this."
"What would I do without you," Brooke said, thanking
the thoughtful woman.
"Let me get that," Gregg said as he took the cover from
the older woman and draper it around Brooke.
"I guess we'd better get going," Brooke said as she felt
Gregg's strong arms wrap around her for a moment.
"You two have fun," June said as she opened the door
for them. "You can tell me all about it on Monday."
Living alone, Brooke had no need for a full time
housekeeper. June had a family of her own and went home to
them every night and on weekends.
"Now, this is nice," Brooke said as she looked at the
late model Porche 911 Coupe parked outside of her building.
Gregg quickly turned off the alarm and opened the
passenger door for Brooke. A friend had an earlier model of the
same car, so she knew just about what something like this cost.
"It's nice to see that you're enjoying some of your
success," Brook said as she settled into the plush leather seat,
giving Gregg a view of her rounded breasts as they strained
against the top of her dress.
"Actually," Gregg said after a moment's hesitation. "it's
Mom's car. I have an Escort, but
I really didn't think it would be as much fun pulling up to the
Awards in that."
"One of these days, you're going to have to sit down
with a lawyer of your own and figure out exactly where all your
money has gone," Brooke thought as Gregg walked around the
car to the driver's side. "It's a pity it's not really my place to
suggest something like that."
Much to Brooke's relief as they moved through the half
full streets, Gregg was a very careful driver. Normally, you put
an teenager his age behind the wheel of a high powered car like
this, and the first thing that goes out the window were little things
like traffic regulations and speed limits.
In no time at all, they were pulling into the large parking
lot of the hotel where the National People's Awards Banquet
was being held. Gregg was a little nervous when the red
jacketed attendant took the keys and roared off with his mother's
car. It was obvious that the parking lot attendant didn't have his
sense of caution when driving a car like that.
"Don't worry about it," Brooke said to him as she took
his arm in hers. "The car will be fine."
Unconvinced, he followed her lead and walked past the
long row of onlookers and through the even nosier gauntlet of
reporters and photographers that framed the door of the hotel.
They both said a few forgettable comments to the outstretched
microphones, moving inside as quickly as possible.
"There are times I really hate reporters," Brooke said as
they made it to the relative quiet of the hotel lobby.
The younger man nodded his head in agreement, not
really knowing why. He knew that if it had been his mother on
his arm, she would've talked to the press until they ran off in
search of more important game.
"Brooke, darling, how nice to see you again," a feminine
voice called out from the couples left.
Both of them turned to see, Kate Douglas,
the star of "Angie O'Neil", coming towards them. She made a
big show of giving Brooke air kisses on both cheeks and telling
her it had been much too long since they'd had a chance to get
together.
Actually, it had been forever, Brooke thought. Aside
from a few appearances at Network functions, she barely knew
Kate.
"And who's your charming young friend?" Kate asked as
she turned her attention to Gregg.
Brooke couldn't help but think that the look on Kate's
face was similar to that of a lioness who'd just been presented
with fresh meat. It was no secret that the forty-four year old had
a thing for much younger men. No so much of a thing that she'd
bring one of her boytoys to a public function like this. The initial
impression that Brooke had been that adventurous was what
had drawn her to them when she'd spotted the two of them
walking in.
"Oh don't you know, Gregg Newman?" Brooke said in
her sweetest voice. "He plays my son, Carter on the show."
"My, I didn't recognize you," Kate said, her tone loosing
some of the enthusiasm it had held a moment before. "You look
so grown up, not like we see you on the screen every week."
"He's actually eighteen, Kate," Brooke said, wondering
why she felt the need to say something like that. "It's only the
character on the show that's sixteen."
"Is he now?" the longer haired redhead said, her eyes
now displaying renewed interest.
"Of course," Brooke said in a tone that gave warning
that Gregg wasn't a new piece of candy for Kate to devour. "I'd
never come to a dinner like this with an escort that might send
tongues a wagging. After all, who'd want a repeat of the Angela
Foster affair?"
Two seasons ago, Angela Foster, star of the now
canceled and best forgotten "Highway Patrol" had showed up at
the dinner with a heavy set Hispanic woman. She turned out to
be, of all things, part of the actual California Highway Patrol.
The fiction was that she had brought her to the dinner as a thank
you for some professional advice about her role. That hadn't
held up too well when later in the evening, the two of them had
been found in a state of semi-dress in one of the restroom.
They had been locked in, at the time of their discovery, in a very
graphic display of sapphic love.
"No, who'd want a thing like that?" Kate repeated,
remembering that Angela's career had tanked within twenty-four
hours after pictures of the two of them had hit the tabloids.
Some things were best-kept private and out of the public eye.
"Well, maybe we'll see you later," Brooke said as she
led Gregg away.
"She seemed nice," Gregg remarked as they made
their way to their table.
Brooke didn't answer, just smiling instead. She knew
however that given the chance, Kate would've been more than
happy to show Gregg how nice she could be. A quick image of
a half-naked Kate on her knees, with Gregg's cock in her mouth
flashed through her head. If it wasn't for the fact that Kate
would've lost all interest in him the minute she came, Brooke
didn't think that might've been such a bad thing after all.
There were over fifty different shows represented at the
dinner, and someone had gotten the idea of arranging them
according to the last ratings. As a result, the cast of "Dear
Prudence" found itself in the middle third of the ballroom, which
wasn't a bad place to be, as far as seating went. You were close
enough to pay attention to what was going on up at the podium if
you wanted, and still far enough away if you wanted to ignore it.
Harry Hamilton sat at the far end of the table, along with
is wife of thirty-two years, Alice.
Normally a rather plain woman, she was a living example of the
maxim that if you have enough money, anyone could be made
to look good. The dress alone she wore cost more than most of
the hired help around them made in a year.
Magazines liked to run stories about how theirs was one
of the longest running marriages among TV actors. It usually
got a mention when some other marriage came apart.
What they usually left out of those stories was the fact
that sixteen year old Harry Hamilton had wed a very pregnant
fifteen year old Alice Tug, quite literally under the shadow of her
father's shotgun. They'd grown up in a part of the country
where teen weddings were hardly out of the norm.
If they'd bothered to dig a little deeper, they might've
come up with a much more interesting story to tell. Almost from
the time Harry had gotten his first big break and moved to
California, the future All American Dad figure had been involved
in one indiscretion after another. It had finally got to the point
where it seemed that the only woman not sharing his bed was
his wife.
A fact that no longer bother Alice at all. Soon after her
own arrival in what the preacher back home had warned her was
a modern day Sodom and Gomorra, the dark haired girl had
discovered an overwhelming interest in the members of her own
sex. It was an attraction that she would've hardly been able to
pursue in the small community they had grown up in and one in
which she had never wavered in since.
Also at the table was eighteen year old Paige Harrison,
accompanied by her live in boyfriend, Stick. He was a drummer
in what Rolling Stone had described as an up and coming rock
band. Six months before, she had almost created a major
scandal by appearing nude on the cover of the band's first CD.
Thankfully, the Label that was putting out the disk was a subsidy
of the same parent company that produced Prudence. They
pulled the jacket before it could be shipped and substituted
another in it's place. It wasn't so much that she was nude that
concerned them, after all many actresses appeared in the buff
these days. It was the fact that she was simulating oral sex on
the lead drummer that they objecting to. At least the
assumption was that she was simulating the act.
The designer ensemble she had picked out for the
evening made Brooke's seem almost chaste. In Paige's case,
she hadn't bothered with a bra, built in or otherwise. Everyone
at the table had a clear view of those big nipples that had driven
a generation of young teenage boys wild.
"Where's your Mom tonight, Gregg?" Harry asked as
Brooke and Gregg took their seats.
"She's not coming," Gregg said, a touch of satisfaction
in his voice.
"Now there's a reason to celebrate right off the bat,"
Paige cut in.
It was no secret that she and Juliet had a conflict dating
back to that day she and Gregg had been caught playing doctor
in the dressing trailers. Even though there had never been a
repetition of the episode because Paige had come to the
conclusion that cute as he was, Greg was too much of a Mama's
Boy for her tastes, the hostility had continued. Most of it had
centered on the idea that the show's producers spent too much
time advancing Paige career at the expense of her son's.
Which was total nonsense as everyone connected with the show
knew. It anyone had come out of the sitcom with a bright career
ahead, it was Gregg Newman.
The night proceeded pretty much as everyone expected,
with all the most popular shows getting most of the awards.
With only five years behind them, the bare minimum to at least
have some worth in syndication, "Dear Prudence" wasn't going
to get the recognition that many longer running shows got when
they reached the end of their runs.
The cast members talked about their plans for after the
show. Paige was going on tour with her boyfriend's band as lead
singer. Harry was planning an extended vacation, without his
wife. She made it clear she was more than happy for his
planned extended absence. Brooke was just going to take it
easy for a while. And Gregg, well Gregg was going to star in a
new film called Teen Vampire. He'd done a few Made For
Television Movies during previous summer hiatus, but this was
his chance at the big time.
Before you knew it, the night was coming to a close. All
the awards had been given out, and the television crews were
packing up their gear. Harry was the first to say goodnight,
leaving his wife behind to take the studio limo home. By the
time she got there, he would undoubtedly have his manhood
already buried in the eighteen-year pussy of his latest groupie.
Paige and her boyfriend were off to a late night party,
one that they invited both Gregg and Brooke to come to as well.
She promised Gregg that if he came alone, she'd make sure one
of her friends rocked his world.
Brooke left it up to Gregg, who politely declined the
invitation. It'd been a long day, he said, and he was a little tired.
Paige was tempted to point out that it had been just as long a
day for all of them, but then let it pass. Some people, she
thought to herself, were just meant to lead boring lives.
With everyone leaving at more or less at the same time,
it took quite a while for one of the attendants to bring around
Gregg's car. It was one of the reasons that most people made
use of the studio cars. Those that did, were already on their
way.
The same driver who had parked the car turned out to
be the one who brought it back. While Gregg gave the car a
quick once over, making sure there where no marks that he'd
have to explain to his mother, Brooke slipped the young man a
tip. It wasn't, she thought, the type of thing that Gregg might
remember.
Finally satisfied that the car was in the same shape in
which he'd left it, Gregg opened the passenger door for Brooke
who slipped inside. She heard the attendant, who was watching
her dress ride up her legs, whisper, "caliente mama."
A smile filled her face as Gregg closed the door behind
her. "Hot mama" indeed.
The streets were a lot more open than when they'd
traveled them earlier in the evening. It took only half the time
for Gregg to reach Brooke's beach front condominium.
After he walked her to the door, she asked if he'd like to
come in for a few minutes. June had gone home hours ago, and
she really hated going into an empty house alone.
Stepping inside, Brooke quickly punched in the code for
the alarm system, an action that simultaneously turned on a
number of lights. Gregg insisted on going in first, which Brooke
let him do.
"Would you like something to drink?" Brooke asked as
she went straight to the bar. It had been a long time since she'd
gone to an event and drank only non-alcoholic beverages. She
deserved a nightcap, she told herself."
"Mother says I really shouldn't drink." Gregg said,
realizing that she wasn't talking about the soda he'd drank
before.
"Well Mama isn't here," Brooke grinned as she poured
her drink and then held the bottle over an empty glass, waiting
for her guest's reply.
"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," the dark haired young
man finally relented.
"That's the spirit," Brooke laughed as she filled his
glass.
"This is really a nice place," Gregg said as he looked
about the large apartment. "One of these days, I hope I can
have a place of my own as nice as this."
"Well if there's one thing I can say," the redhead
laughed. "I might not have had the best choice in husbands, but
I certainly had the best choice in divorce lawyers."
The condo, along with a very generous cash settlement,
had come from husband number two. No one was exactly sure
how much that was, or why exactly her ex had been so willing to
make a quick and private settlement to their marriage. The
prevailing rumor was that he had been gay, or that he'd been
caught with someone underage. The truth was something far
different and to Brooke even a little comical. To Lance
Brannigan, star of a dozen action films, the truth had been a lot
worse.
Unlike marriage number one, where her husband had
indeed been cheating on her with a girl in his office, husband
number two had been faithful. In a town where image was
everything, he had a secret that would destroy the one he had
spent so many years building. Simply put, the Man of Iron, as
he was sometimes billed, was a man of straw. The action hero
was no hero in the bedroom. No amount of patience or
instruction on Brooke's part seemed to make a difference.
When other things went sour in their marriage as well, he was
willing to do most anything to keep that little secret out of the
public record.
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