Fame

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It was obvious that Ryan Kerrigan wasn't a fan of the group of girls that were waiting outside the National Building Museum where the St. Jude Gourmet Gala was being held. Ryan wanted to just get inside and get to his table without being noticed, but that didn't happen anymore. Ever since he began playing for the Washington Redskins, he always had at least a couple of girls at any given time telling him how much they loved him and wanted to be with him when they didn't know a single thing about him. He didn't really understand how someone became famous for playing football, but it became clear to him early on that everywhere he went, he was bound to be followed by some girl.

"Ryan! Ryan!" a woman's voice rang out, and Ryan turned around, wondering if he might actually know the person who was calling out his name. He found where the voice was coming from, and he let out a sigh. She was gorgeous to say the least, and any guy would want to go home with her. But, Ryan didn't recognize her, and he already knew how this conversation was going to go.

Ryan walked over to her, reminding himself that there were cameras and he needed to remember to act appropriately. The last thing he needed was bad publicity for himself or for the team, especially at a St. Jude's event. "Can I help you?" he asked the woman. He looked her over quickly, noticing she was wearing an extremely low cut dress that showed off her best assets, which he was sure exactly what she had planned on it doing.

She leaned closer to him and grabbed onto Ryan's upper arm, pulling him down so she could whisper in her ear. "I'm already wet just by looking at you…why don't you find me inside and you can feel for yourself," she said seductively. Ryan couldn't help but look down at her body at those words, but the last thing he wanted was to hook up with some girl who wanted him because he was famous, especially inside an event that was helping kids. It just didn't seem right to him.

He didn't say anything before pulling his arm out of her grasp and walking closer to the entrance, wishing he could get inside without being confronted by another girl. "Ryan," he heard another woman say, and he closed his eyes, mentally telling himself that he couldn't get angry that people knew him when he was doing what he loved for a living.

He turned around, narrowing his eyes when he saw who was talking to him. Camilla Mitchell was a gorgeous actress who used to be in the spotlight, but lately hadn't been in any movies and hadn't gotten as much media exposure as when she first started out. Still, Ryan knew exactly who she was, even though the two of them had never met.

Ryan smiled at her as he spoke. "You know who I am?"

Camilla returned his smile, one that was wickedly sexy. "Of course I do. And, I see you're not really having it with those girls over there," she said, slightly nodding to her right where the girls were standing, as Camilla put her hand in the crease of Ryan's arm, holding onto him as they walked towards the entrance. "Let me help you get inside," she added quietly.

Ryan couldn't have been more happy about her offer. "I'm assuming you have the same problem?" he asked her, leaning his head down so she could hear him over the crowd outside. She was nearly a foot shorter than him so Ryan had to lean down at the waist in order to get to her level.

Camilla looked up at him. "I might have a little experience with that," she said with a smile. "I thought every guy loved when girls hung all over them, though?" she wondered aloud. "Isn't that what you all want? Some easy pussy? That's what they're all standing out there for, a quick fuck so they can go and tell all their friends they had sex with a celebrity."

Ryan had heard that Camilla Mitchell didn't have a filter and spoke whatever went through her mind, and Ryan was quickly learning that this was true. He wanted to chuckle at her outspokenness, but he didn't want to offend her, so he decided to simply address her question instead. "Don't get me wrong, sometimes I like that there's always an available girl there, but having to deal with every single day them coming up to me and trying to tell me they love me…yeah, I'm not into that so much. If they just wanted sex, then that's cool. The fact that they want to brag about being with a celebrity afterwards, I'm not into that," he explained.

Camilla looked him up and down as they stopped at the table just inside the door that displayed where everybody was sitting. "So you're telling me you're down for just sex?" she asked him.

Ryan couldn't help but chuckle as he nodded his head. "Well, I am a man after all," he smirked, causing Camilla to smile at him.

"Well, Mr. Kerrigan, come find me if you're just looking for some," she said, reaching out and grabbing the card that showed where she was sitting. She flashed the card at Ryan, and he saw the table number six on there as she walked away, making sure to sway her hips as she did so. Ryan had heard a number of things about Camilla, everything ranging from that she was an attention whore to a good fuck in the bedroom, not that he had paid much attention to that before. There was never a reason to listen to it, but now he was thinking more about it.

He found his card, seeing that he was at table eleven, and he shook his head. What he was about to do was ridiculous. He was at a fundraising event for St. Jude's, and yet all he could think about was getting a fellow celebrity home in his bed. Knowing that it was stupid, he quickly scanned the cards, trying to find another one that was at table six, and he smiled when he saw one with a name he recognized.

He turned around and saw his teammate walking in, and Ryan quickly made his way over to him. "Rex, man, I need you to do me a favor," he told Rex Grossman.

Rex looked curiously at Ryan, wondering why the younger man was asking him for a favor as soon as he walked in the door. "What?" he asked slowly, not sure if he wanted to hear what exactly it was.

"Switch seats with me. I need to sit at table six," he said, holding out the two cards to show Rex.

Rex tilted his head to the side, understanding slowly taking over. "There's a girl over at my table, isn't there?" he asked. Ryan didn't have to reply for Rex to know he'd gotten it right. "Fine, but she better be damn fine, and you remember you owe me when she's giving you head," Rex beamed at him.

Ryan rolled his eyes, not admitting that the scene Rex had painted sounded pretty damn good to him. He pushed his old card in front of Rex and kept Rex's in his hand, walking over to table six. Camilla looked up at him, giving him a confused look as he sat down next to her. "I could have sworn that I had a different Redskins player sitting next to me," she said to him.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders. "You must have thought wrong," he said nonchalantly. "Besides, I'm here to take you up on that offer from earlier," he said lowly so the other people at the table didn't hear him.

Camilla raised her eyebrows as she looked at him. "Oh, are you?" she asked. Ryan replied simply by licking his bottom lip, and Camilla knew his answer. "Well why wait til you can get me home?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes at her, unsure what she meant by that, though he had some sort of clue. "Are you…?" he trailed off.

"C'mon Mr. Famous, don't act like you've never done it in a public place with some random girl," she shrugged her shoulders. It was obvious this was something she had done before and seemed to be comfortable with.

Ryan couldn't argue with her. He had hooked up with girls like those outside before. He had done it a lot when he first started with the Redskins, before the idea of women wanting to hook up with him simply because he was famous got on his nerves.

But, he didn't think Camilla was one of those girls. She was famous herself after all, so she understood what he had to go through. "Where do you want to go?" he asked her under his breath, looking around the table to see that everyone else was caught up in their own conversation.

"Follow me," Camilla smirked, standing up from the table. Ryan didn't want to make it too obvious, but Camilla stopped a few feet from her seat, turning around and motioning for Ryan to follow her. He stood up, excusing himself from the table, not that anyone at the table was paying too much attention to him, although he could see other people in the room taking notice of the two of them.

She pulled him into a back room, one that Ryan hadn't even known was there, as it was hidden away by a curtain. He wondered how Camilla knew about it, but that was the furthest thing from her mind as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him against the wall.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of them were smoothing out their clothes as they walked back to their table. In terms of a quickie, Ryan had to admit that was one of the quickest he'd ever experienced, but it was also one of the better ones. Camilla seemed to be having a hard time staying quiet, and Ryan had to repeatedly put his hand over her mouth to get her to stop screaming out. He was almost positive that someone was going to walk in on them, and that was the last thing they needed at a St. Jude's benefit. He could just picture the headline the next day, Actress and Redskins Player Caught in the Act at Charity Event.

But, they made it back to the table without anyone calling them out, though Camilla's hair was a bit of a giveaway, as it was messed up in the back from where she had her head back against the wall as Ryan had his way with her.

They made it through the rest of the evening, and Ryan decided to take a chance and ask her if she wanted to go home with him. "I don't think so, I've already gotten what I wanted tonight," she told him. Ryan looked at her curiously, not exactly sure what she meant by the statement, but he wasn't about to beg her to go home with him.

As he walked outside, several of the same women from before the gala was still standing outside, offering him sex if he gave them the slightest look. He made sure to keep his head down and look at the ground, ignoring all their calls.

He made it back to his condo and went straight to bed, thinking about the fifteen minutes of the night that had been incredible and wondering why she didn't want to go for round two. Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep, clearly exhausted from the night's events.

The next morning, Ryan woke up and went through his normal morning rituals, getting a bowl of cereal before sitting down with his laptop, checking ESPN. After ESPN, he checked the headlines on Yahoo, where one of the stories caused him to stop eating his cereal, holding the spoon halfway between the bowl and his mouth, which was hanging wide open.

There on the front page was a picture of himself with Camilla coming out of the back room, where it was obvious they had just had sex. He clicked on the picture to go to the article, and he couldn't believe what he was reading.

Camilla Mitchell stopped and talked to TMZ after the gala, saying, "So what if Ryan and I fucked in the back? We all have sex. We all have one-night stands. Celebrities aren't any different. I'm just like every other girl. I want to fuck a hot NFL player just like everyone else."

It appears the badass actress is back at it again.


Ryan couldn't believe it. She was just like every other woman out there. Only she was worse. He started muttering to himself, hating that he had just gotten played by a celebrity. "Fame is for assholes."
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Not my normal type of one shot. I'd love to hear some thoughts :)