It was a glorious summer evening in Sydney as I attended a lavish gala event at the famed Sydney Opera House. I was there escorting my long time friend and recent Miss Universe Jennifer Hawkins, who I’d known for most of my life. In fact growing up next door to one another we were as close as two people could get.
As expected the dinner was attended by some of Australia’s elite, but I soon grew bored and stepped out onto the patio to take in the sweeping views of the harbor when I noticed some activity in the corner of my eye.
While Jennifer went to refill our glasses, I looked over to see what all the fuss was about and was immediately floored as I spotted the most exquisite creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
As the stunning actress made her way towards me, she was flanked by security and photographers alike – allowing us to briefly make eye contact and exchange a friendly smile.
“Whoa,” I remarked audibly. “Who the hell is that?”
“She’s gorgeous eh,” a nearby cameraman snickered. “That’s Aishwarya Ria, one of Bollywood’s most famous leading ladies.”
She was one of the most captivating creatures I’d ever seen. The woman just exuded femininity, sophistication and grace. Dressed to the nines, she was clad in an elegant tight body hugging evening gown which showed off her ample cleavage and flaunted her hour glass figure and her tight round butt.
With her flawless caramel skin, long slender legs and open heeled shoes, she stood at almost 6-foot tall.
Inside I watched as she worked the room, chatting and mingling with various dignitaries before she ultimately made her way towards me and I found myself eavesdropping into her conversation.
I was immediately impressed by her demeanor, and delighted by her English/Indian accent. She just spoke with such grace and poise, it was almost intimidating. Watching her for a few minutes, I finally built up the courage to approach her and threw caution to the wind.
“Wow,” I suddenly commented from out of the blue. “I see you’ve gone all out with the makeup tonight,”
“Excuse me,” she quipped, apparently surprised by my tone.
Her companions immediately fell silent and looked at me in absolute bewilderment. I could tell Aishwarya herself was a little taken back but still kept her composure, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of getting upset.
Amusingly enough it didn’t take long for her “friends” to step away and give us some much needed privacy, apparently terrified at how she’d respond while at the same time not wanting to have anything to do with me. What I didn’t know at the time was just how short tempted and nasty she could be.
“I mean don’t get me wrong,” I added. “You’re still one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but you really need to lay off the foundation. You’re clearly don’t need it.”
“Is that so,” she replied sarcastically.
“No please,” she added a moment later. “Go on. You obviously have an opinion about it.”
We spent the next few minutes both flirting and quarrelling back and forth, with her “people” watching on from a distance and clearly concerned for my safety.
“You can’t be serious,” I remarked while enjoying my glass of Drambuie. “Are you telling me you’ve never heard someone tell you that you’re gorgeous. You probably hear that ten times a day.”
“No actually, not at all.” she claimed. “You’d be surprised how well mannered most people are, they keep their comments to themselves.”
“Really,” I grinned. “Shame. Maybe you have too many ass-kissers around you. You need to get out in the real world.”
As I spoke in this casual tone I could see her fake exterior was starting to crack. She had clearly never been spoken to like this before and she was growing increasingly annoyed with me.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said. “Maybe my friends find me a little intimating.”
“Well. No matter.” I said while trying to cheer her up. “I’m just glad to see that you’re actually as intelligent as you are beautiful. That’s quite the combination you know.”
Smiling widely I could tell there was a definite attraction growing between us. Flirting openly with each other, I actually started to think I might have a chance with her before a minute later Jennifer emerged from inside and handed me a drink.
There I introduced the two ladies and stopped to marvel at the scene before as I now stood beside two of the most beautiful women on earth.
Unfortunately for us we were all soon ushered into the large foyer area, away from the prying eyes of the cameras and press and where we could all mingle some more before dinner was served.
It was during this time that Jen took the time to lean into my ear and whisper a few comments to me.
“Dude. You know she’s totally into you right?”
“Are you sure?” I replied. “Maybe she’s actually attracted to you and just want to get to you through me.”
As Jennifer and I laughed together I then grew anxious as I watched Aishwarya being led and introduced to a group of senator’s From Canberra — a small group of politicians I loathed and had a few dealings with over the years.
Catching sight of us together, Jen and I both knew they were talking about us — well, me specifically. Glancing over every now and then I watched as Aishwarya’s facial expression slowly changed.
By the look on her face I knew she had found out about my occupation, and was more than a little shocked and disappointed. The truth had finally come out. The truth was that I was a pornographer — and a fairly successful one at that.
In Australia I was infamous for being the CEO of one of the largest producer and distributor of x-rated material in the southern hemisphere — and the only reason I was even permitted to attend such a lavish event was due to my affiliation to Jennifer.
Of course being crowned Miss Universe had its privileges, and one of them was to allow her to invite whomever she wanted to escort her. Noting this reaction from the Bollywood star Jennifer and looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
“Oh well.” Jen quipped. “Better luck next time sweetie.”
It seemed all the great work and progress I had made with the actress had taken all of 10mins to fall apart.
As dinner was finally announced, everyone slowly made their way into the lavish dining hall where Aishwarya looked concerned and seemed to want to confirm where she was sitting. I suspected she didn’t want to be anywhere around me and wasn’t shy about expression it.
As luck would have it, not only were we seated at the same table but we were placed only two seats away from each other — with Jennifer separating us.
From the moment we sat down, the world famous Bollywood star completely ignored me and didn’t even look in my direction let alone speak. Meanwhile Jen and I couldn’t stop laughing and enjoying ourselves throughout dinner and noting how incredibly awkward the situation was.