This is a work of fiction, loosely based on the real person, Russell Crowe.  No insult or injury is intended, this story is for entertainment purposes only.

This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language.

Hey Daisy? Does this mean I’m your Bitch?

©2006 by: Riley and Natalie

Bloody hell but he felt good. Finally back in America to do a film he’d campaigned his arse off for; painfully worked his body into a large, strong machine to look the part too. The day’s preproduction read went great and he sat back, comfy and content as his driver took him to his hotel for the night. He had new lines to study and was sure they’d be waiting for him at the front desk. But that particular evening, he didn’t want the script immediately. Russ wanted a long, hot shower, a few moments on the phone with mates and family back home, and dinner before he got down to it.

“So, how was your day, mate?” he called to the driver who didn’t respond. “Bad?”

“Fine.”

“All righty then,” Russ chuckled. Not everyone had a good day even if he did. He looked out the window and thought about his speech coach. Nice bloke, but he’d have sure rather had Guy’s coach. She was a real beauty with long, shapely legs that made a bloke lick his lips and wonder at the flavors hiding where those legs joined. His chuckle became a giggle and he noticed the driver give him a scowl in the rear view mirror. Ah well, he was even starting to think like Bud White. As the car slowed, he climbed out and leaned in for a farewell. 

“Ta, mate.” But the driver didn’t turn to look at him or even respond, just drove off the moment the door was closed. “Hope ya get some tonight,” he called. “Put your sorry arse in a better mood tomorrow, wouldn’t it then?”

He trotted into the Universal Hilton and right to the elevator, made small talk with the old woman in there with him then walked down the hall, whistling with the key card in his hand. He slid it. Nothing. Turned it over and slid it again. Nothing. Tried it twice more then frowned. It wasn’t opening his door and no matter how many different ways he tried, it wasn’t gonna work. Ah well, he’d pick up the script while he was down at the desk getting a new key, save a trip later.

“Um…Mr. Crowe. I’m sorry but Warner Bros. Studios has cancelled your room. We’ve taken your things and stored them for you. Sorry.”

“What? You’re kiddin’, right? Why would they do that? It’s some kinda mistake. Call them, will ya?”

The desk clerk looked nervous. “Uh…sorry sir. It’s a formal cancellation.”

Russ shuffled his feet, glared around the lobby then turned to the man. “Can I use a phone at least?”

“Certainly, sir. There’s a house phone on the table. Just…just local calls.”

“Of course it’s a local call,” his hissed as he crossed the lobby. “What the fuck else would it be?”

He jingled coins in his pocket and dialed Curtis Hanson’s cell. No answer. He dialed the home phone, again no answer. He waited a moment and tried again. Thoughts raced through his head. Yeah there were rumors that Universal didn’t want him on the film; that they wanted a big name, but Curtis was clear. Had assured him that they were just rumors and everything was fine. He tried both numbers again then tentatively checked his funds. Where the fuck was he gonna sleep that night? He looked around. The lobby? Wouldn’t be the first time, but he wasn’t giving up just yet. Listening to the phone ring and ring, his mind started to spin. He didn’t have enough to get home, not even really enough to call home. Bloody hell, this had to correct itself! One more attempt to reach Curtis and he huffed to his feet heading for the hotel bar.

“What’ll you have?” It was a woman’s voice, but Russ wasn’t looking at her.

“Beer. Cheap beer.”

She chuckled and set the bottle in front of him as he lit a cigarette. “Bad day?”

“Lady, you have no idea,” he growled and gulped.  “How much for the beer?”

“On me, mister. I’ll buy you one more, but after that, you’re on your own.” She wiped the bar and walked away before he looked up. Tiny thing. Shiny, wild red hair tied into a tight ponytail…oh….and big blue eyes too. They were looking right at him. “What?” she asked with a scowl.

“Nothin’. Uh…thanks.”

The place was quiet and he was alone at the bar. She washed glasses, wiped down the bottled liquor display and emptied his ashtray…twice. “Anybody ever tell you smoking is bad for you?”

“Once or twice…” he eyed her name tag. “Daisy. What kinda name is Daisy?”

“The kind your hippy mother gives you. Ready for that second beer?”

“No, ready to take a fuckin’ bridge. Hey Daisy, can I use the phone?”

He tried again…and again…and once more. No answer at either line. Curtis was his champion. If he couldn’t reach him, that left Russ pretty much all alone in bloody Hollywood. He slid the phone back and grunted for another beer.

Daisy leaned her elbows on the bar and sighed deeply. “All right. It’s six thirty. We’ve got a good twenty minutes before this place starts hopping and I get out of here. So tell me your problems, Aussie.”

He looked up at her. Her eyes were gorgeous blue crystals and her complexion was flawless. Pure peaches and cream. She was petite and pretty…the name Daisy actually did fit her rather well. “Well, Daisy love. It’s pretty simple. I’m fucked.”

“Go on.”

He told it all like he was making a grammar school report, tried to hit the facts and avoid any emotions, and he thought he’d accomplished that. “So, that’s my story.”

“Yeah,” Daisy said. “You’re fucked. Where are you going to stay until this gets straightened out?”

Russ shrugged. “No bloody clue. Until I can reach Curtis, I can’t even make a plan.”

“What kind of plan would you make?” Her eyes were twinkling in the dim bar room lights.

“I don’t know. Borrow money to get home? Or pay for a place to live ‘til I can get another part? Buy a bloody gun?”

“Huh,” she grinned and nodded to the relief bartender. “I thought actors were more resilient than that. Who would you shoot with the gun?”

“Who? Bloody hell, I’d be shooting cats for tucker, Daisy. Man’s gotta eat.”

She undid her nametag and tossed it into the cash register drawer then looked him directly in the eyes. “Well Russell Crowe, future famous movie star, I can help you out for tonight. I can cook, just not cat…and I have a pretty comfy couch and a phone. You’re welcome to stay at my place if you like.”

“Yes,” he didn’t even think about it. He reached over the bar for the phone and she set it in front of him again.

“Make your calls. I’m going to change. Give me ten.”

He dialed. Again, no answer at either line. He sucked the last dregs of his beer and waited. When he looked up his mouth dropped to the bar top. Daisy was dressed in black leather from her toes to her neck; boots, tight pants and a short leather jacket over her white tee shirt.

“You coming?” she said, turning and walking back through the door behind the bar. He quickly slipped around and followed her tight little leather covered arse through the noisy kitchen.

“Hey Daisy!” shouted a sweaty man running the dish machine.

“Hey Dish Dog.”

“What’d ya do? Pick up another stray?”

“Bite me,” Daisy spouted without turning.

Dish Dog followed Russ across half the kitchen. “Who are you?”

“I’m the stray, mate,” he grinned and quickened his step to follow her out the door. She was a sight, especially after they’d rounded the smelly dumpsters and the neon signs all around reflected off her tight leather-clad legs. Man, she had a gorgeous little body, the kind that made him hungry to see more. But first things first. What the hell did he know about little bartender Daisy Something. Bloody hell, not even her whole name. He walked strategically behind, the tight leather enticing him and he wondered: what kind of car would a woman like Daisy drive? Huh? His guess…a 1972 mustang. And to his amazement, as they rounded into the employee parking lot, she turned right near exactly that. But it wasn’t a late model Mustang she slid her keys into, it was a cherry red Harley Sportster, fully tricked out and pretty as hell. She swung her leg over, zipped her jacket then tugged on a pair of leather gloves.

“Hop on and hold on.”

He quickly zipped his old bomber jacket and straddled behind her. He settled his hands on her waist as she backed the bike out but when she revved the engine, his arms went around her. They tightened a lot more when she soared out of the lot and into traffic.

“Bloody hell!” he shouted, real fear in his voice as Daisy zigged and zagged along the freeway, speeding between slowed cars and tossing the bird more than once to a complaining driver. “Hey Daisy, where we goin’?”

“The Valley,” she yelled then swerved onto the exit ramp and zipped along the nice, tree lined streets. When she finally slowed, Russ was shaking but held strong while she rolled the bike to the back of the building. She hopped off and grinned.

“Did I scare you, Aussie?”

“Fuck yeah,” he chuckled and followed her up a flight of stairs, then another and yet another, panting all the way.

“Told you, cigarettes are bad for you.”

“Thanks.”

She took off her jacket and dropped it on a chair. “Phone’s right there, I’m going to start dinner.”

He dialed the phone and walked around the room, running a finger along her books and flipping through a magazine while the phone rang and rang in his ear. Russ leaned against the window sill and watched the darkness outside her apartment. It would really fuckin’ suck if it all fell through for him. He hung up and went to the kitchen.

Daisy wasn’t exactly Suzy Homemaker but she seemed to know what she was doing. She licked her finger and looked up. “No luck?”

He shook his head.

“Got all night, don’t worry.”

“Hey Daisy, you grow up here? In Los Angeles?”

“Nope,” she stirred a pot and pulled dishes from a cabinet to set the little corner table.

“So, where ya from?”

“Someplace else, just like you.”

He slouched onto a chair. “What? Is it a secret?”

“Nope, just someplace you never heard of.”

“Maybe I have,” he fingered the salt shaker.

“Galesburg, Illinois.”

“You’re right, never heard of it,” he reached for the beer she handed him.

“And you?”

“Lots of places. New Zealand, Sydney. Around.”

“And you want to settle in sunny, funny Hollywood,” Daisy grinned and ladled food into large bowls.

“Oh fuck, no. But I sure like to work here. Um, Daisy. What is this?” He stirred his fork through the bowl.

“Not cat. Not animal at all. Yams, onions, tofu, soy. Yummy.”

“Ah…yummy,” and he tasted. Not bad. “I got a theory about vegetarians, ya know.”

“Everyone has a theory about vegetarians. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Can I talk about how bloody pretty you are?”

Daisy shrugged and chewed.

“Got a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Uh…girlfriend?”

“Hell no.”

He visibly relaxed and she laughed. “What kinda woman are you, Daisy?”

“The kind you won’t figure out.”

As she washed dishes, Russ again attempted to make his call. The cell rang once before Curtis answered.

“Hey mate,” Russ said tentatively.

“Christ! Russell! Where are you, man? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothing, nothing. Everything is fixed. I’m sorry about this. I’ve been in a meeting for the past three hours getting it all straightened out.”

“So, am I Bud White or what?”

“Yes you are, buddy. You’re the only Bud White I’ll have and they know it now. It’ll take a few days to get this sorted out with the hotel. You can stay at my house. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

Russ glanced toward the kitchen. “Uh…no. I’m with a friend. I’ll crash on the sofa tonight.”

Curtis sighed. “Yeah, I guess you want to blow off a little steam.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, let me at least go to the hotel and get your things. You’ll need fresh clothes tomorrow if you’ll be sleeping in what you’re wearing.”

“Not if I got anything to say about it,” Russ chuckled.

“Okay. I see.” He could hear the grin in Curtis’ voice. “You need to be at the lot seven AM. Need me to pick you up?”

“Hold on a tick.” Russ covered the receiver and called. “Hey Daisy, can ya get me to the Universal lot by seven tomorrow morning?”

She appeared at the doorway, smiling and holding a dish towel. “It all worked out?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and ran a hand through his hair. “Can ya give me a ride in the morning?”

“Sure.”

Russell laughed then uncovered the receiver. “I’ll see ya there in the morning, mate. And Curtis…thanks.”

Relief washed over him and he wanted to shout. He went to the kitchen and swooped Daisy into his arms, swung her in a circle then set her on her feet. Fuck all, she was pretty. His fingers tugged at the band holding her hair in the ponytail and fluffed it loose. Wild curls floated and he chuckled then buried his face in the cloud of orange and gold. The scent of her could make him mental! When he finally released her, she grinned and turned, opened the refrigerator and bent to reach into the bottom shelf.

“Beer?”

His eyes were glued to her perfect behind under that perfect leather. “Uh…no thanks.”

“Coffee?”

“Sure.”

“Go make yourself comfortable.”

Russ did what he was told, plopping on the sofa and lounging, his legs long and his heart finally calm. It all worked out. Bloody hell, for a minute there, he was so sure he was fucked. Life is interesting. As interesting as the lovely sheila making him the coffee he could smell brewing.

“How do you take your coffee?” Daisy called.

“Black.”

She came, placed two steaming mugs on the coffee table and joined him on the sofa, a perfect miniature version of him, her slump and sprawled legs. Her smile. “It’s decaf.”

“Decaf?”

“Yeah, caffeine makes me crazy.”

“Does it now?” Russ chuckled. “Vegetarians. Hey Daisy, coffee is a bloody bean, ya know.”

“Yes I do. Oh! Know what else is a bean?” She leapt, disappeared, then returned holding a large, strange looking package. “Chocolate!” She tossed it into his lap.

Russ fingered it, read the label. Toblerone. “Bloody hell. This fucker is an entire chocolate country. Coffee makes ya bonkers, but this doesn’t bother you?”

“Oh chocolate makes me crazy too. Just tastes a lot better getting there.” She ripped opened the package, broke off a chunk and handed it to him. “This shit is better than a joint!”

He savored smooth chocolate and watched her eat. Wondered how her mouth tasted all coated with sweet creamy flavor. Wondered so long, he swallowed the last of his piece and slid his hand to the back of her neck. “Hey Daisy, gonna kiss ya now.”

“Okay.”

He was right, ambrosia. He’d never eat chocolate again without remembering that kiss. His tongue dove and swooped, gathered the sugary sweetness of Toblerone and Daisy, then he tenderly sucked at her lips, one at a time. His hand tugged at her tee shirt, freeing it from the leather pants until he could press a palm that spanned the heated small of her back. “Hey, Daisy,” he whispered between kisses. “I don’t wanna sleep on the sofa.”

“Good. S’go.” She broke free of his embrace and stood, pulling his hand in hers and panting. Chocolate really did do it for her. All Russ needed was that twinkle in her eyes though. The Toblerone was just an added little benefit.

She tugged him into her bedroom and pushed the door closed, his back against it. He laughed as she madly pulled off his shirt and fingered the snap at his waist. Was he going to slow her down? Hell no. He watched in amazement. She swept his jeans off and across the floor. He was fully naked before making his first moves. Laughing together, he buried his face at her neck under all that soft hair and sucked kisses, removed her tee shirt and bra then lifted her feet inches from the ground and growled to the bed, dropping them together with a bounce.

She scrambled over him, straddling his thighs, hot leather against his flesh making him hiss. His hands circled her waist and pulled her down for another deep, desperate kiss.

“Hey Daisy, can’t get at ya through leather, love.” He sat up, unbuttoned the slacks and pressed her back, lying between his legs. Slowly, slowly, watching the heating glow in her eyes, he peeled the leather from her body, revealing flawless curves and delicate lace panties. Leather gone, Russ focused on the lace. Black and burgundy, her pink flesh peeking through. His finger slid under the crotch and swept through juices he’d been thinking about for hours.

He winked as she watched him suck the finger. “Ya taste as good as you look, love.” One sweeping pull eliminated the panties. His hands played in her wild curls and his mouth lapped at a tight solid nipple.

They rolled and played on her bed, using every inch of anchorage available to them. His mouth suckled and nibbled at her pussy then they were shifted, Daisy straddled over his face as she drew his cock deep into her searing mouth. Fucking heaven! He was in heaven, his nose against short golden curls, his tongue plunging deep. Russ wiggled his face free and gasped. “Hey Daisy, time to switch, love.”

She released his cock with a pop and it bounced against his belly. She scrambled and he climbed over her, pressing himself into her depths and sucking his own flavor from her lips. The second thrust dropped her head off the mattress.

“Oh…uh…this isn’t good,” he mumbled as he moved them, connected, he only half way in and unwilling to lose ground, inch by inch until her head was again on the bed. “There.”

He drove deeper; Daisy’s giggles bouncing her belly and tantalizing him. “Hey, this is serious stuff, woman.” He pushed even deeper, almost as far as she’d take him.

“My ass,” she laughed and his brows shot up.

“Your arse? Yeah, I’d like to be lookin’ at your pretty arse.” With a quick withdraw, Russ flipped her over and raised her hips. Every way he entered Daisy was delightful. He slid far and deep, as deep as possible, then fingered one nipple as the other hand tickled at her waist.

“Hey! Hey!” She laughed loud and writhed against him, the movement making him nuts. He liked the vibrations and wanted more. Taking the ticking fingers and refocusing them on her rock hard clit, his cock pressed deep and stilled. Her frenetic energy changed, shifted from an external motion to one deep inside of her. Daisy began to pant. His finger was relentless, slipping over the trigger with perfect rhythm and pressure and Russ waited. Waited. Sensing a slight tightness over his shaft, the beginnings of a tremble at the head of his cock as her belly responded to his every thrum. Remaining still was the hard part. She was beginning to gasp, groan.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Jesus, Russ…oh God. Oh…oh…oh…GOD!” She cried out and he struggled to remain still as stone, to take her climax on his desperate cock. He gritted his teeth and hissed as her legs stiffened and he held her hips tight.

When she dropped, weak and spent, her body pliant as soft rubber in his hands, he again slid out and rolled her over. Lifting her ankles over his shoulders, he pressed a single thrust until she could take no more of him inside her tiny body. Watching her face, so fucking pretty, panting and gasping for him was all he needed. It wasn’t gonna take long now. He was too far gone for even the slightest bit of restraint and he permitted his body to take full control. If he’d have counted thrusts, he might have been able to prolong it, but that wasn’t happening. His balls locked then suddenly dropped before forcing the explosion that filled Daisy to the brim, his come seeping out as he jerked and jutted against her.

Russ dropped his face into her hair and grunted, groaned and moaned, then started laughing before rolling to his back. “Bloody hell!” His pulse blasted in his ears, his body shook and his cock melted into oblivion.

“Not bad for an Aussie,” Daisy said and it took a full three minutes for his brain to register her words.

“What?” He turned, looked into her laughing eyes.

“I said – ”

“I heard what ya said. I’ll show you.” He grinned, a hand cupped her sex and his mouth nearly devoured her breast. “I’ll show you what an Aussie can do for ya, love.”

He played her like a guitar, fingers flying and his mouth humming against her wriggling chest. He shifted breasts and continued, then released the nipple with a snap to watch, and oh what a vision he saw.

Daisy’s flesh rippled with the coming orgasm, her mouth was open, gasping for air, and her back arched, giving him even better access to her soaked pussy. Her arms flopped over her head to brace against the headboard and she repeated one word over and over and over. One word that showed him by inflection exactly where she was, exactly how her climb was progressing. One word that made him want to do this better than he ever had in his life. That one word?

His name.

Observing beautiful little Daisy reach for the top and carry his name with her touched him…and spurred him on. He tenderly licked then tugged at a nipple and whispered, “Come on, love. Let’s make this a banner come. Come on, Daisy. Come for me. Come for me.”

The climax was extraordinary, faster, harder, and lasted longer than the first. He was disappointed that his cock couldn’t participate, but slithered two fingers deep to be part of the experience. The spasms were strong and ebbed away slowly. When he slid his hand free, all Russ could do was cup her cheek and kiss her panting lips.

“Hey Daisy, how’s that for an Aussie?”

And she giggled, snuggled tight against him and they slept soundly the whole night.

~*~

Seven AM, the roar and vibration of the Harley between his legs. The ride was no less terrifying than the night before; Daisy in leathers and Russ at her back, clinging for his life. At a red light, he nuzzled and kissed her earlobe and once, just before turning to the security gate at the Warner’s lot, his hand lowered to cup her heated crotch, dragging his finger free from between her thighs slowly, savoring the shiver along her back.

“Here you are, Russ,” Daisy grinned and watched him climb off. He lowered a deep kiss on her lips and sucked one until it released with a slight pop. Russell watched her lick that lip, drawing in his flavor, her eyes glittering in the morning sun. “Go to work,” she said.

He turned then swung back. “Hey, Daisy?”

“What?” she shouted over the engine and he moved closer.

“Does this mean I’m your bitch?”

Daisy swung a wide turn and laughed. Russ watched until she was out of sight.

THE END

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