Zach shivered gently as he Googled his name, hardness growing inside his pants. He didn’t need to do drugs, this was his high. Seeing his name on pages and pages of every search engine caused a type of narcissistic euphoria, the likes of which he had never known. His release was immediate and explosive.
He wasn’t an A-lister, he was THE A-lister. The one to watch, the one to follow. He was beating out big, established names for lead role in blockbuster films. Zach was hotter than the hottest in Hollywood. Epic acting abilities with looks to match. No one could touch him, they were too busy choking on his dust.
He had no idea how he got here. The propelling was meteoric. One minute he was in the locker room of a high school gym in Iowa, about to get the shit beaten out of him for losing what would have been the winning touchdown and then, the next thing he knew, he was here.
Hollywood.
The only thing before his almost shit-kicking he really remembered was the man. The way he had just shown up like a genie from a bottle. Only, he had made a wish in his mind into the night sky and this man appeared from the fog and promised to make his wish come true. With a small price.
And he did.
But he owned him now. Not in a financial way, the money he made was all his. The man owned him, his soul. It was fine though, as long as Zach did the occasional deed that the man cursed him with, Zach was free to live his incredible life. Zach didn’t find it to be such a curse though.
Googling his name was, not only his turn on, it was the way he found his “sacrifice”. Girls loved him, they wrote about him all over the internet. Blog posts, Facebook posts, Twitter, you name it. They were wet for him.
He met the first ones on Twitter. You could almost hear them shrieking when he responded to their tweets, which turned into DM’s and then phone calls and then, them.
They gave themselves so willingly. They fed the beast that grew within him making it larger and stronger. It was an insatiable hunger. He needed their juices, their sex. And finally, their souls. He swallowed them the way they swallowed him. But he lived to talk about it. Only, he kept quiet. Another secret that Google wouldn’t never find out.
Somehow, no one ever suspected Justin as the number one reason all these girls, all over the world, were going missing. The earth seemed to cover up all clues. Searches for the missing girls led to dead ends. Zach briefly considered setting up a non-profit to help locate the missing women but he wondered if that would be a slip.
Zach poured through Google, looking for something different this time. He needed something different. Someone who was going to be more difficult, a challenge. The others were always so sweet, so delicious yet so easy.
Many of the listings he had seen already but new ones popped up daily on search engines. So many sad, desperate women, he thought. All of them tossing some sort of virtual plea to be noticed, out there into the world wide web. “Well ladies, I’m listening.”
“Ah,” he said aloud,”This one. She’s different.” He was looking at an article that compared the out of nowhere rise of the country singing phenomenon, Ellis to his fast ball rise to fame.
“Oh yeah. We’d be a GREAT pair. The paparazzi would eat us up.” He grinned, the stirring beginning again in his groin. “Her, it’s her.” He could feel the beast moving excitedly inside of him in anticipation.
He found her on Twitter and followed her, sending her a public message saying @Ellis_country hey you. congrats on the fame. -Zach
She responded almost immediately with a return follow and tweet. Soon dialogue was flowing, 140 characters at a time. Both public and private.
He was a tad bit disappointed, she seemed as easy as the rest of them. Only, more famous.
After a few weeks of Twitter stalking and texting, Zach told Ellis that he must meet her. She, of course, agreed. He knew, without a doubt, she wanted him as badly as all the other women. He hoped that she would fight harder though.
Since both of them were in L.A, the decided to meet at Venice Beach, walk around and have a slice of pizza and a beer by the ocean. He was actually looking more forward to this meeting than any of the others. Could it be that he actually liked her? He enjoyed their conversations, she was smart and funny on the phone and online, qualities that attracted him to people. He hoped that real life wouldn’t make her giggly and shy, which so often happened.
Meeting time, he was slightly nervous and he didn’t understand why. He kept glancing at his watch and checking for a tweet from her on his iPhone. She had mentioned that she was running late due to traffic but she should be close to on time.
Fricking traffic, that was one major downfall of L.A. And the smog.
Why was he so nervous? He could feel the beast, lurching, restless within him, which made him even more on edge.
He saw her before she noticed him. Her black hair flowing like a cape behind her, she was a vision. Her pretty made his handsome humble. She finally noticed him and lifted her hand in greeting. He smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.
“Hi!” She was gorgeous, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Sorry so late. God, I hate the traffic here! I’d move back to the country if I didn’t HAVE to be here.”
“Ugh, I know. It sucks hard.” and so was he, so hard. Thankfully he chose loose fitting linen slacks and paired it with a shirt that remained untucked for the whole comfy, casual, expensive look that he was known for.
They eyed each other for a moment, “I was thinking, there’s this little place down the strip here that has the best. Pizza. Ever. If you like the Bar-B-Q Chicken Pizza type.”
“Love it!” her smile reached her blue, dancing eyes.
He led her to the place and ordered for the both of them. Conversation was flowing and easy.
She was different. He would have to keep the beast at bay. Find another way, after the date, to take care of it. A hooker probably, there were so many of those to be found on the streets of Hollywood.
They found a quiet bench where they planted themselves. Hungrily eating, drinking and talking, the hours passed quickly.
Midnight.
They laughed, neither could believe how long they had been sitting there.
“This night has been one of the best I can remember. In a long time.” Sincerity, an unusual tone for him, came as a masked surprise.
“Yeah, me too. The guys I’ve been meeting…” She looked off toward the ocean, where a thick mist was rolling in.
The mist…looked familiar. Thick, ominous. They both noticed it, both had seen it before.
A familiar form crept toward them, seen only by the two potential lovers.
It was him, the man.
Everything made sense now. The extreme gravitational pull he had felt toward her. The way her star shone as bright as his.
She was the same as Zach?
They were both one his?
They stared at each other, wordlessly.
The man approached, blowing his cigarette smoke at them and gave them a devilish smile.
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