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Local Celebrity
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A burned out television host seeks comfort from one of 
his underage fans. (M/f-teen, ped, oral)

***

The studio was empty, the program ended and the star 
was lonely.

Nicholas retreated to his dressing room. He was public 
and popular but private and desperate.

He undressed into his robe and looked into his mirror.

He forced the kind of wry smile that was his trademark 
and sobbed.

He ignored the entreaties by his co-stars to go with 
them to supper. Nicholas was tempted to be more social 
but his efforts were for naught.

Every time he would venture out, he felt that he never 
would measure up in the face of the glamorous types who 
could take a man and leave him a sniveling little boy.

The bottle that rested under his arm called his name 
and he obliged ruefully.

"Didn’t becoming someone mean that I would stop being a 
nobody?" he asked to himself.

His television program made him a friendly face for 
many but he remained the shameful little loner who 
first worked odd chores for bigger names.

The wife and the happiness would eventually come as 
soon as he made it past fetching coffee. But now even 
the errand boys seemed to be happier with their 
girlfriends, fiancees and wives. All this ladder 
climbing for naught.

"Sixty-hour weeks and nothing but a sexless existence," 
he wondered.

The bottle fell from his hands into the well-placed 
wastebasket.

He was a hero to many but a coward to himself. He had 
the guts to claw himself into a coveted spot in front 
of the camera. He worked until exhaustion for the 
status that he thought would bring him the world. He 
could not, however, bring himself to overcome his 
painful shyness at asking a woman out to something as 
simple as coffee.

"Can’t you do a fucking thing right, Nicholas?" shouted 
the young child’s mother when he brought home an 
unsatisfactory grade in school.

"Get out of bed! You’re a lazy slob who needs to do 
something around this house other than lying about!" 
his mother harangued, snatching the bed covers off at 
three in the morning.

His heart pounded with resentment for the martinet who 
raised him. She forced him to focus on perfecting his 
life to a fault. The fault was painfully clear. He was 
a professional in work but an amateur in dealing with 
the opposite sex.

Except for his program’s audience – teenagers.

The young girls were in awe of the Nicholas who was 
better known on afternoon local television as "Nick 
North" – the charismatic host of "Nick North’s Record 
Palace."

He basked in the squeals of the vibrant young women and 
girls who would cheer his every entrance. He was 
energized by the experience of meeting musicians and 
singers from near and far.

His magnetism was apparent from all of the autograph 
seekers. He signed every autograph book at the risk of 
making it to work on time. But it wasn’t really work to 
him; it was like a hobby for which he was paid.

He snapped out from his ennui and continued the process 
of returning into ‘civilian mode.’ Back in his street 
clothes, he made his usual journey back to his car.

The corridor to the parking lot was a long straight 
path to the station’s rear door. Nicholas snapped his 
fingers and whistled the week’s top record.

There was a storm brewing in the distance; Nick heard 
the thunder from beyond the station doors.

A figure stood in the thick grey gloom that awaited 
him. Sometimes, a stray fan would wait for a while 
either for Nick North or until her parents finally 
picker her up in the family car.

There was no question of whether it was a mugger or 
some other menace. Perhaps it was a ghost playing games 
with his booze-addled mind.

He prepared a snappy smile and reached for his pen in 
his shirt pocket. He hoped that his poor soul would not 
be disappointed by his not-ready-for-cameras 
appearance.

It was Patty. She was a fourteen-year-old regular on 
his program. She always was perfectly coiffed with her 
red hair teased into a cheerful bouffant or some other 
concoction of the day. She was a novice to the show but 
earned a reputation for her tight skirts and 
friendliness with the boys.

"Mr. North," she said, "I wondered why your car was 
still here. I figured that you might drive me home."

"Where do you live?" he asked, putting away his ready 
pen.

"I live up Charles Street," she explained, reaching to 
adjust her bra strap underneath her blouse.

The thunder’s volume grew louder. The sound of 
raindrops approached gently into their vicinity. "I 
would be glad to drive you home," said Nicholas, "Let’s 
get in before the rain comes."

Why was Nicholas driving this girl home? She was the 
one who could most wreck his career. The other girls on 
the show deemed Patty to be ‘easy.’ She was caught with 
her hand in one boy’s pants during a commercial break. 
She received a reprimand but it did not stop her from 
seducing many of the older boys on the program.

Freshmen girls were not supposed to be so forward with 
seniors but she was already making moves on boys from 
the university.

Even Nicholas was not off-limits to this sprightly 
girl. She grabbed his ass at an opportune off-camera 
moment. He knew that she meant business.

The fact that she was jailbait became even clearer when 
Nicholas noticed a hint of smoke on the girl’s breath.

They rushed to the car.

He drove the young girl to her house in the northern 
section of the city. The cityscape was like an 
impressionist painting behind the rain streaked windows 
of his car.

Once in front of the home, he exited and opened the 
passenger door. She thanked him.

"You’re a real gent," she complimented, "Would you like 
to meet my parents?"

He was curious to know what kind of people would raise 
such a budding young sex goddess. 

"Sure," he replied.

Once inside, the lights were on inside the foyer to the 
home but there was not a sign of anyone present.

Patty locked the door behind her and looked suddenly 
coy.

She approached Nicholas until his back was against the 
front door. He nervously reached for the doorknob. She 
forced her busy little hands on his trousers.

The stale air of the house was pierced by the sound of 
his zipper.

"I want you now," Patty plainly ordered of him.

He rubbed his brow with his hand. The palm immediately 
became coated in anxious perspiration.

"We can’t do this here," he mumbled from guilt and fear 
for his job. Deep inside, though, it was like he was 
finally getting the pleasure he wanted.

"I’ll make this quick," she said with the voice of an 
experienced seductress.

Once she had Nicholas’ member in her hand, she began to 
massage it into full erectness. She kissed, licked and 
teased it into attention.

She rose for a moment to kiss Nicholas firmly on the 
mouth and then returned to her task. Her lips encased 
Nicholas’ manhood with aplomb.

She fondled her breasts while she sucked him.

He bit his lower lip from this unexpected euphoria. He 
savored this moment carefully wondering if this was a 
trap. He calculated what might happen if Patty’s 
parents were in on this and wanted to blackmail him. He 
wondered what would happen if she claimed rape.

His thought processes shut down when he began to 
ejaculate into her hungry mouth. 

Physically satisfied and deflated, Nicholas breathed a 
sigh of unchained relief and pulled Patty back up to 
her feet. 

A sign of life finally made itself apparent from a door 
opening in the rear of the house. Patty’s mother 
sounded very upset. This woman was on the warpath.

"Patty, why does this have to happen to me?" 

Nicholas’ heart came to a painful stop.

Patty’s mother explained that the rain had ruined the 
laundry that was hanging out to dry. She would have to 
do the wash again on Saturday.

"Well, excuse me, Miss Patty," the mother exclaimed 
when she realized the local celebrity in her home, "Mr. 
North, what brings you here?"

He gagged and coughed from confusion and sudden relief. 

"I drove her home."

"You’re a saint! I hope that dear Patty has invited you 
over for dinner! It will be ready when Patty’s father 
comes home in an hour. And thank you for driving her 
home!"

"My pleasure," he said with a knowing arm around the 
young girl.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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