StaR StRuck

Another Joint By

Craigger

Hey Guys... it's Craigger again. Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it... SORRY I HAVE BEEN SUCH A SLACKER IN UP DATING.. Thanks to everyone who's been keeping me on my toes about updating... so here it is. And don't forget that i have Lots of other stores at my Yahoo! Group At http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CraiggerPlace/ Well anyway guys... I hope you like it.. as always comments go to CraiggersPlace@yahoo.com.

Oh and though I wish I did, I do not know any of the celebrities mentioned in the story or anything of about their sexual preference. So get off my back ... and read the story. Unless you're too young... Oh and you don't like the idea of two guys together... Or it's illegal in you state or country, or where ever your backwoods home is.... and I can't think of anything else. So READ!!

ChapTeR EiGhT

"This better be Mark Walhberg crawling into my bed or I am calling my big scary bodyguard." I said pretending to be sleep.

"Marky Mark? You want Marky Mark in the bed with you over Justin Timberlake?" he said in mock anger as he launched a tickling attack on me.

"Oh even better it's my wonderful and sexy boyfriend Justin Timberlake." I said rolling over and smiling up at him.

"Yea that's a better reaction." He said crawling on top of me and kissing gently. "I missed you." he said softly.

"I missed you two. But it's only been 3 days." I said.

"3 days too long." he said.

I couldn't help but gag on that cheesy sentiment.

He laughed, "Ok, I'll stop." He said rolling off of me and propping himself up on his elbow. "So I heard I missed some interesting shit the last couple of days." He said.

"Who told you?" I asked.

"The National Inquirer." He said lifting the new copy of rag with a picture of Tyler kicking Kyle while he was on the floor. The headline read, 'Boy Billionaire attacks pop stars bodyguard. Bystanders confused.'

"Oh shit!" I said snatching the paper from him. "I knew this could only end badly."

"Well I happen to think that Kyle got exactly what was coming to him." Justin said taking the magazine from him and putting on my nightstand.

"You can't be serious?" I said shocked and looking at him like he had grown a second head.

"Yes, I am." Justin said giving me the same look. "Tyler thought he was day for almost a year. Dead, baby." He said looking me dead in the eyes. "Can you imagine the grief he was going through?" Justin said putting his hand over mind.

"I am sure he was wrecked with grief but it wasn't Kyle's decision. It was my fathers." I explained.

"Well then Kyle should have been man enough to stop up and say something." Justin said raising his voice a little. He took a deep breath and looked at the door before he finished talking. "I would have been destroyed if I thought you were dead baby and then out of the blue you show up and you have nothing to say but 'hi'. I don't know how I would react." He said standing up from the bed.

"Yes I understand but Tyler didn't give him much of a reason to explain. Tyler just reacted, but then again that's all Tyler ever does. Tyler never thinks." I said trying to keep my cool.

"So you're going to blame this on Tyler?" Justin said getting pissed.

"He was the one who hit him!" I pointed out.

Justin looked at me for a second. I could tell he was thinking about if he really wanted to get into this argument with me. "You want to hear the good news?" he said changing the subject.

I was grateful for it. "Yea." I said smiling at him.

He came back over to the bed and sat in front of me. "I can go on your promotional tour with you." he said.

"Are you serious?" I screamed.

"Yea. The guys were a little tough about giving it to me but they agreed in the end." He explained.

I pulled him into a bear hug. "That's fucking great. I am going to love having you there with me." I said nuzzling his neck.

"There's only one thing." He added. "Because I made the guys push back the recording dates. I have provide 4 autographed copies of you're new CD." He said smiling.

"Oh... no problem. Although I am a little creep out that 'Nsync likes my music." I said in mock horror.

"Oh you're going to pay for that!" Justin said jumping on me a tickling me again.

A few hours later, I was sitting in my room, alone. Justin had agreed to perform on David Lettermen, so he was practicing for that.  I was reading the article that was in the national inquirer and laughing at all the conclusions they had jumped to.

"Piece of garbage." I said tossing the rag into the trashcan.

"Dakota?" my PA said through the door.

"Yea come in Mark." I said.

I sat watching him as his opened the door and came to the foot of my bed. "Rolling Stone sent over the proofs from your shot. You want to see them?" he asked.

"Hell ya!" I said sitting up. "Bring them over here."

"They marked the one they are going to use for the cover." He said sitting on the bed and handing the manila envelope over to me.

I took a second and took a deep breath. "I can't believe I am going to be on the cover of rolling stone." I said.

Mark just looked at me for a second and laughed.

"What's so funny kid?" I asked.

"You. You still don't think your famous." he said. "I handle your phone calls, I read your fan mail, I get to see how many people you affect directly. It's amazing." he said.

"It's not that serious." I said nonchalantly.

"You keep thinking so." He said and then remembered. "You got invited to a club opening tonight. I ran it by Justin and he said he be there and hoped to see you there to." He said.

"Where is it at?" I asked.

"It's actually not going to be too far form the hotel." He explained.

"I guess there's no harm in going is there?" I said.

"Not at all especially if you bring your young handsome personal assistant." He said smiling at me.

"I would kid, but you have to be 21 to get into the doors." I said messing with him.

"I am 23 you asshole!" he said laughing.

I was laughing at my joke too until I saw the picture they were going to use for the cover. I didn't know whether to cry to beat off.  The picture was of me standing next to the window with my hand under my black t-shirt on my stomach exposing my abs to the reader. My face was looking up at through the hair in my green eyes. I am not sure how the photographer did it, but my eyes were sparkling. Maybe it was a trick his did with a computer or maybe it was the way the light reflected over them. The look in my eyes and on my face was very sexually in nature. Then to top it all off I noticed that my hip tattoo was showing. It was a simple tribal frog.

"What is it?" mark asked. I looked up at him and I was speechless. I just handed him the picture. He took the picture from me and took a look at it. His jaw dropped. "This is amazing. I didn't know you could just ooze this much sex appeal." He gushed. "This picture is fucking hot and I am straight." He said.

"I am not sure I want that on a cover of a national known magazine." I said softly.

"Are you kidding me?!" Mark almost screamed. "This is what's going to make you a star, this picture, the article. People are going to see what kind of person you are. They're going to love you." he said getting excited.

"I hope so. I just don't want to send of the wrong message." He said.

"Quit being such a prude." He said standing and leaving the room.

Before I knew it, it was time to head to the club opening. I stepped out of the limo to a wall of flashing lights and reporters yelling my name. I had people asking me about the new album and people asking me about the article in the National Inquirer. By the time I made it through the reporters, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to see for the rest of the night the flash bulbs were so bright.

I made my way into the club and was slightly disappointed because it almost like every other club in the world or so I thought. I looked around and notice that the wait staff was only half dressed. The guys were only wearing black boxer briefs and the girls were wearing black bras and panties.

One of the men from the wait staff came up to me and smiled.

"Welcome to Undressed, can I directed you to a changing room?"

"Changing room for what?" I asked but I scared I already knew they answer.

"We have a dress code and," he said looking me up and down. "It's only your under garments." He said and then added. "Can I show you to a changing room?"

I swallowed hard and mentally made a note to kill Mark when I see him tomorrow. "Sure." I said. 

I followed the half naked waiter to a small room with a woman at a counter. She was in a room that looked like a coat check. Well I guess that answers my questions about where my clothes were going to go.

I quickly stripped down to my own hunter green Calvin Klein's and handed my clothes to the check girl. She assured me that my clothes would be well taken care of and told me have a good time.  After I finished up with her my half naked waiter showed up again and took me out to the main room.

"You get used to it after a while." He whispered to me.

"I hope so." I said smiling up at him.

"Well if it makes you feel any better." He said smiling at me and looking me up and down. "You have nothing to worry about." He said giving me a glass of champagne and leaving me.

I don't think it's good to blush when you are only in your undies. Because then it's a full body blush.

I made my way through the place looking for Justin but after making two laps around the place I gave up and figured out he wasn't here. So I decided to make my way to the bar and order something a little harder to drink.

While I was waiting for my drink I noticed a commotion at the door. I heard people talking about 'The Miz' this and 'The Miz' that. I had heard the name from somewhere but I wasn't exactly sure where I heard it from so I just dismissed it and went on with what I was doing.

Later on I was talking with someone I knew from the label when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and came face to face with a shoulder. I backed up and looked up.

"Can I help you?" I said as politely as I could considering I didn't know the man. Although something about him was kinda familiar.

"Oh shit." Britney said. "You're The Miz."

The man smiled and brushed a stay lock out of his face. "And you two are Dakota Jamerson and Britney Spears." He said, he voice was deep but comforting.

She giggled and I looked at the two of them like they were idiots. "Who's The Miz?" I asked.

They both turned to me and looked at me like I was living under a rock for the past 4 years.

"You ever watch the Real World?" Britney asked.

"Yea, but..." I started because I figured it out.

"I think he got it." Mike said.

"It's about time." Britney said rolling her eyes and the she spotted someone she knew. "I'll be right back Dakota." She said and then took off.

I watched her as he ran away and then turned to mike. I took him in. he seemed to be in great shape. Everything about him, his arms, chest, shoulders, abs, and legs just scream that he worked out rather often.

"I thought she'd never leave." He said in my ear over the music.

I pulled back and gave him a weird look. "Why's that?" I said in his ear as he bent down.

"Because I wanted to talk to you." he said, his was so close I could almost feel his lips on my ear. "A friend of mines told me that you and me looking for the same thing in a potential mate." He said.

I backed up and gave him an odd look. "And what would that be?" I asked him.

"A dick." He responded and started laughing

I couldn't help but laugh his joke too. I smiled at him; I started to say something when in cut me off.

"Oh shit, I love this song. Come dance with me." he said taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. We danced for a long time and I don't think he cared about tipping anyone off about his sexuality because he was dirty dancing with me and rubbing his body against mines. I'll admit it was pretty hot because the guy was built like a brick shit house. It was definitely a turn on.

Before I knew it, it was last call and people were leaving. I looked at my watch and I had been dancing with Mike for almost 3 hours. I turned to look at him and his hair was wet with sweat much like mines.

"Looks like this is my stop." I said running my fingers through my wet hair.

"So early?" Mike said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Well what you like to do?" I asked.

"It's New York City it's the land that never sleeps. I am sure we can figure something out." he said throwing his arm over my naked shoulder.

"Hmm, sounds like an adventure." I said smiling up at him.

"Yea, look at it like that." he said taking me back to the changing room.

We dressed and left the club but Mike didn't bother buttoning up his shirt. Which was cool for me because it made him look damn sexy.

Without a destination in mind Mike and I walked the streets of Manhattan and got to know each other. He told me about where he grew up at and then he told me about his experience with the Real World and the shit that came along with that. Then he told me that his just recently figured out his was gay.

"Just recently?" I said surprised.

"Yep. After all the relationships I had with the girls from the show I realized that it just wasn't for me. So after a year of therapy I finally came to terms with it. Now I am sort of looking for someone I wouldn't mind being with."  He said looking down at me.

"Oh." I said slipping from his grasp.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

"Um, no. It's just that I am not single." I said.

"Yea, I know. And the man who shall remain nameless," he said tapping his nose. "Is a fucking lucky bastard." He said smiling at me. "But it's cool, I think you'd make a pretty cool friend anyway." He said.

"Yea, last I heard you live in Santa Monica, I live in LA. We should be able to hang out with each other sometime." I said smiling up at him.

"Yea. That would be awesome." He said.

"Good. Well I should probably get back to my hotel." I said.

"Cool let me walk to you back." He said putting his arm around my shoulder.

I sighed as the elevator dinged signaling it was on my floor. "What a night." I said out loud as I stepped off the elevator.  I walked up to my suite door. I took my card and swiped it through the lock and opened the door.

I turned on the light to find a crying Tyler sitting on the couch. I was too shocked to move for a second.

"How did you get in here?" I asked.

"I own the hotel you nimrod." He said laughing through his tears.

"Oh." I said smiling at him. I walked over to him. "You ok?" I asked.

"I fucked up big, didn't I?" he said looking over at me.

I nodded. "Well you gotta help me make it better." He said.

"I will kid. But right now you need to get to some sleep." I said pulling up and bringing him to my bedroom.

So there's the chapter... I hope you guys like it.  Oh and another thing. While I am pretty comfortable with my story writing skills, I am not with my song writing skills. So all the songs used are owned by their respected artists, so yea, I figured I'd put that out there. All comments go to CraiggersPlace@yahoo.com.