This story features real male celebrities being kidnapped, so if that is something you don't want to read, this might not be the story for you. It's just a big fantasy of mine and I wanted to let it come to life.
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PART ONE
I parked the limousine in front of a secluded Hollywood mansion and took one deep breath. This would be my first time ever and I was nervous something was going to go wrong. There were so many things that could go wrong. I repeatedly told myself to calm down, that everything was going to be just fine. I had brought everything I needed to make sure the client would be satisfied. After all I was being paid good money for my services. The fact that my first job ever would be to pick up Chris Pine of all people did not help my nerves to calm down, in fact it only made things worse. The guy was kind of a big deal.
“All right, let’s do this!” I muttered under my breath and got out of the car. I checked the trunk one last time to see if the package was still there. To my relief everything was still in place and things up to this point had gone exactly according to the schedule. I made my way to the front door where a security guard let me inside. These celebrities really are guarded like the British crown jewels, aren’t they? This would be the moment. I was only seconds away from meeting Mr. Pine now.
“You’re right on time, impressive! The last couple of agencies I called were always late for the first appointment.”
This was him. He descended the staircase all dressed up in a black suit and shiny black shoes to match. His hair was slicked back and he was clean shaven, his crystal blue eyes almost made me lose my breath for a second.
“It is my pleasure to be at your service” I told him. He shook my hand and quietly followed me outside. I didn’t really dare to start a conversation with him while we made our way to the parking space. What should I talk about anyway? Then all of a sudden it was him who started talking, catching me completely off guard: “This should be a fun premiere night, you know, if you get me there on time I might be able to get you some VIP access passes. You wouldn’t believe the things that go on behind closed doors.” He winked at me. But I did know what went on behind the scenes, all too well. It was him who wasn’t in the knowing of what would be in store. “That sounds marvelous, I’m sure this will be a great night for the both of us then” I told him, really having to hold back an evil smirk. My nervousness from before had been completely replaced with an almost childlike glee.
I opened the door to the limousine and poured Chris a glass of champagne before he sat down. “The air conditioning in here is perfect, you won’t believe what I have had to endure with some of the other transport companies” he said. I just couldn’t bite my tongue any longer and blurted out “You won’t believe what you’re about to endure tonight”. Chris stopped sipping on his champagne and eyed me suspiciously.
“What did you just say?”
Cold sweat was running down my spine. This would be the moment. Chris tried to get up immediately but I jumped on him and closed the car door behind me. I pressed my hand firmly on his mouth, muffling his screams. Thankfully he seemed to have drunk enough of the champagne which I had mixed with tranquilizers that he was already starting to get dizzy. His legs were still kicking and I could feel saliva running down the palm of my hand, but slowly he stopped moving until he sank his head and lost consciousness.
I couldn’t believe it worked so smoothly. I quickly handcuffed Chris’ hands behind his back and placed a single strip of duct tape over his mouth, just in case he’d wake up sooner than I wanted him to. Then I started the car and drove off into the night.
I parked the limousine in front of a secluded Hollywood mansion and took one deep breath. This would be my first time ever and I was nervous something was going to go wrong. There were so many things that could go wrong. I repeatedly told myself to calm down, that everything was going to be just fine. I had brought everything I needed to make sure the client would be satisfied. After all I was being paid good money for my services. The fact that my first job ever would be to pick up Chris Pine of all people did not help my nerves to calm down, in fact it only made things worse. The guy was kind of a big deal.
“All right, let’s do this!” I muttered under my breath and got out of the car. I checked the trunk one last time to see if the package was still there. To my relief everything was still in place and things up to this point had gone exactly according to the schedule. I made my way to the front door where a security guard let me inside. These celebrities really are guarded like the British crown jewels, aren’t they? This would be the moment. I was only seconds away from meeting Mr. Pine now.
“You’re right on time, impressive! The last couple of agencies I called were always late for the first appointment.”
This was him. He descended the staircase all dressed up in a black suit and shiny black shoes to match. His hair was slicked back and he was clean shaven, his crystal blue eyes almost made me lose my breath for a second.
“It is my pleasure to be at your service” I told him. He shook my hand and quietly followed me outside. I didn’t really dare to start a conversation with him while we made our way to the parking space. What should I talk about anyway? Then all of a sudden it was him who started talking, catching me completely off guard: “This should be a fun premiere night, you know, if you get me there on time I might be able to get you some VIP access passes. You wouldn’t believe the things that go on behind closed doors.” He winked at me. But I did know what went on behind the scenes, all too well. It was him who wasn’t in the knowing of what would be in store. “That sounds marvelous, I’m sure this will be a great night for the both of us then” I told him, really having to hold back an evil smirk. My nervousness from before had been completely replaced with an almost childlike glee.
I opened the door to the limousine and poured Chris a glass of champagne before he sat down. “The air conditioning in here is perfect, you won’t believe what I have had to endure with some of the other transport companies” he said. I just couldn’t bite my tongue any longer and blurted out “You won’t believe what you’re about to endure tonight”. Chris stopped sipping on his champagne and eyed me suspiciously.
“What did you just say?”
Cold sweat was running down my spine. This would be the moment. Chris tried to get up immediately but I jumped on him and closed the car door behind me. I pressed my hand firmly on his mouth, muffling his screams. Thankfully he seemed to have drunk enough of the champagne which I had mixed with tranquilizers that he was already starting to get dizzy. His legs were still kicking and I could feel saliva running down the palm of my hand, but slowly he stopped moving until he sank his head and lost consciousness.
I couldn’t believe it worked so smoothly. I quickly handcuffed Chris’ hands behind his back and placed a single strip of duct tape over his mouth, just in case he’d wake up sooner than I wanted him to. Then I started the car and drove off into the night.