Hollywood Harem follows the lives of Hollywood’s young elite through the ups and down of fame and family life. Led by the charismatic and outrageous Kalen Camden, the group of young celebrities face life’s hardest moments while presenting the face of perfection their fans expect and their detractors attack. They are the future of Hollywood, loving their fame and reveling in their infamy...
Delilah, with a joint in one hand and a vodka rocks in the other, slid down into the armchair across from the nearly naked Kalen and Braden, who were taking turns doing body shots off of each other’s smooth, flat abs. The sight of them in only their low-cut boxer-briefs as they ran hands, lips, tongues and other body parts across each other’s soft, warm flesh brought a sweet tingling to her lower parts. A primal lust was building, simmering just below the surface and she could not fight the low moan that passed her blood-red lips.
“My naughtiest fantasy, come true. Almost. You two are just wearing too much for this to be perfect.” She purred the words demurely as she set her drink down and took a hard hit off the joint.
“Easy fix,” Braden said, hooking the waistband of Kalen’s boxer-briefs and sliding them down, exposing his hardening flesh. Kalen smiled at her as he lifted his hips, allowing Braden to pull them fully off.
“Enjoying the show?” Kalen asked as he grabbed Braden’s arm and pulled him onto his lap.
How could I not?” She slid her free hand down her stomach, between her thighs. “There’s nothing sexier than the sight of two hot boys playing doctor.” She teased herself with her fingers, her eyes set on the two underdressed boys. “Please,” she purred, “continue…”
Kalen shifted his gaze to Braden, who was watching Delilah as she writhed on the armchair. “Should we give her a show?” Kalen whispered, reaching into Braden’s boxer-briefs. Braden shivered at the feel of Kalen’s hand wrapped around his hardness, squeezing and stroking him as his other hand peeled down what little covering he still wore.
“Oh shit,” Braden moaned. He blinked and pulled his gaze from Delilah to Kalen. “God, yea…”
Kalen looked up at him, smiling. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled him close and kissed him.
“Oh, babies,” Delilah cooed.
Braden shot a glance to Delilah, who was pulling off her shirt and sliding out of her skirt. Her perfect breasts, long legs, full ass… The sight of her brought him closer to the edge. Kalen’s tongue exploring his mouth, Delilah’s fingers exploring her own wet flesh… Braden pulled away, dropped his head back.
“Nice mess, darlings.”
“Fuck,” Delilah spat as Drake sauntered into the room, still wet from his hot shower.
“I can see that,” Drake said, pulling the towel from around his waist and flinging it onto the back of the couch where Kalen and Braden stared up at him with annoyed looks.
“Mind if I join?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Braden said dryly as he slid off of Kalen’s lap. “Don’t you have a plane to catch?”
“I did, but then I thought ‘why not have a bit of fun before I go.’” He sat down between Kalen and Braden, his eyes flicking from one body to the other. “And see what I find waiting for me?”
“Not for you,” Delilah spat. “Now why not go before I throw your ass out.”
“Oh, come now, darling. Why not a little fun before I go?”
“Won’t Eli be jealous?” Braden asked. He had slid as far away from Drake as possible without actually leaving the couch. “I thought you two were…”
“What Elijah does not know…”
“Maybe you should go, Drake,” Kalen said, pushing himself off the couch. “Brade’s right, you’ve got a boyfriend. Don’t do wrong by him, man. He’s a good guy.”
“Your Delilah has certainly changed you, Kalen. It was not so long ago that you were encouraging everyone here into nights of debauchery. What happened?”
“Go.” Kalen stared hard at him. “I mean it.”
“If you insist.” He brushed past him. “As soon as I am decent, I will leave.”
The three of them watched Drake walk into the bathroom and close the door.
“I can’t stand that fuck,” Delilah growled, pushing herself up from the chair. “God, Kay, why do you insist on remaining friend with the Euro-trash wannabe?”
“The Kipsons are old family friends. I can’t just tell ‘im to go fuck, now can I?”
Kalen smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. “I know. That’s one-a my favorite things about you.” He pressed against her, kissed her. “Now, where were we…?” His hand explored her flesh, squeezing, pinching, as his kissed down her neck, breasts, stomach.
“Oh, Kalen,” she moaned as his mouth found her lower lips. She squirmed as his tongue slid across her, bringing squeals from her.
Braden watched them, his mouth dry and his cock hard. Kalen motioned for him to come closer and as he did, grabbed him and pulled him to the floor behind him. Pressed against his back, Braden kissed Kalen’s neck as he reached around, grasped his hardness.
“Careful, Kay. Lilah might realize I’m the bigger, better fuck.”
“Good luck there, man. Ain’t gon’ happen.”
“Both… of you… shut up… more… fu-”
“From what I hear, our dear Delilah a ready knows who the bigger man is.”
“Fuck!” Delilah spat, pushing Kalen away. “What are you still doing here?”
“Dressing. Though I see the rest of you decided to continue your little orgy.”
“Get out, you freak.”
“Pot. Kettle. Black.” Drake smiled devilishly as he crossed the room.”
“Wait,” Kalen said, turning to look at Drake. “What’d you mean? She knows?”
“Oh, they never told you? Tsk, tsk. Naughty boy and girl. Dear Kalen, your Delilah and your Braden already know each other intimately.”
“I’ve told you, stay off the harder drugs. They make you crazier than normal. Brade and Lilah’ve never hooked up.”
“If you say so, dear.”
Kalen looked at Drake with cold eyes. “What’re you hinting at?”
“Oh, I am very certain I was doing more than hinting, dear Kalen. How much clearer can I be? Your boyfriend was inside your girlfriend.”
“Really? Why not ask them?”
- - - -
Kalen glanced over at Delilah, who shifted her gaze away. When he looked at Braden, he saw him staring at his feet. “Fuck.”
“Please,” Braden pleaded, “let me exp-”
“You!” Kalen shoved Braden back, knocking him to the floor. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this shit. How the-”
“Kay,” Delilah said, her voice soft and shaking and her eyes still unable to meet his, “please, listen to us.”
“Explain what? That you fucked my best friend?” His fists balled, he stared hard at Braden while he spit his words at Delilah.
Kalen’s gaze shot to Delilah who was now staring defiantly into his eyes. “Fuckin’ hell.”
“It was last year, when you an’ me weren’t… Brade and I went out, had too much to drink and smoke and… ”
“Why the big secret, than?”
“Cause I fucked your best friend. It was a one-time thing and neither of us wanted to hurt you. We just’ got carried away and when you called me the next day…There seemed no reason to say anything.”
Kalen backed away from them.
Braden pushed himself to his knees, cautiously, as though waiting for Kalen to lash out again. “I’m sorry we never told you.”
“So am I,” Delilah said, her smile small, weak. “Can you forgive us?”
- - - -
“And he did,” Delilah said as she refilled her drink. “So we figured everythin’ was fine. Drake and Eli went back east and we continued the tour.”
“So why’s Kay still angry? He and Brade avoid each other like the goddamned plague.”
“A few days after the whole bullshit drama with Drake, Kalen went out to wherever it is he goes after a show. I was tired an’ didn’t feel like goin’ out so I stayed at the hotel. Braden kept me company and you know the rest.”
“Shit, Lilah,” Crystal said, grabbing her drink and downing it in one gulp. “When is Drake gon’ stop bein’ such a cunt? That boy jus’ loves makin’ trouble.”
“Yea, but if me an’ Brade had been honest from the get go, this never would’ve happened.”
“So how do we fix it?”
“I don’t know. I wish I did; Braden and Kalen are like soul mates. One doesn’t do without the other.” She leaned back, dropped her head and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve made a hell of a mess.”
- - - -
Lucky slid across the room, her eyes squeezed shut. I did not just see that! I did not juts see that! She chanted the line over and over, hoping that when she opened her eyes again Doddy would not be laying in his own blood and other bodily fluids. Oh shit oh shit oh shit… She scrambled to her feet, eyes till closed and felt along the wall for the door. When she found the exit she ran out, slamming the door shut behind her.
Safely in the other room and a wall away from the body of her dead dealer and sometime lover, she opened her eyes as the tears fell. She dropped to her knees and rocked back and forth as the convulsions shook her body.
“What the hell happened here last night?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,”
She sucked in her breath as she turned around. “Carl!”
“Luck, what the hell happened? Who did that to my brother?”
“I… I dunno…”
“C’mon,” he practically screamed and he grabbed her hand. “We’ve gotta get the fuck outta here!”
- - - -
“Vegas? Really? Kalen exclaimed as he ran into the greenhouse. “Awesome!”
“I thought you’d like it,” his mother purred with a smile as she tended to her black roses. They were true black, not dark red or blue or purple. She was proud of her gardens. The roses were the only things she had that perfectly reflected her. “And everyone’s invited. Delilah, Crystal, Lucky, Brade-”
“Oh, you two still…?”
“Oh, yea. I don’t want him anywhere near me.”
“Oh, Kalen, you really should forgive the boy. You and he have been thick as thieves since the two of you could crawl.”
“Then he shouldn’t’ve fucked Lilah.”
“Please, mom. Jus’ let it go, ‘kay?”
“As you wish.”
“So, how long?”
“Oh. A week or so. And we leave in the morning, so go pack.”
“I’ve gotta call everyone and let ‘em know.”
“All ready done.”
- TO BE CONTINUED -