I always used to see her in the gym and fantasize about me fucking her wildly in all her holes. She used to wear a tight t-shirt and her big juicy mel...ns could be seen easily. One day I saw her struggling with some weights. So I ran and helped her keep it in place. From that day she started smiling at me. A few days later we started exchanging hello and hi’s.One day she gave me her number. I started the conversation by sending ‘Good Morning’ messages. She used to reply with very sweet words. " It's seven forty." We'll keep them waiting..." Emma walked out into the hallway, as her mother hurried past in a flurry of fur, perfume, and glittering jewels."Don't stay out too late," her mother said, as she was supposed to, kissing both of her daughter's cheeks and snaking her arms around her in some sort of hug, the best she could do with her stomach."Okay Mom ... actually I should be saying the same to you..."They both laughed, and Emma continued on to the kitchen, where she grabbed two. The train ride took a couple hours and I arrived in the late afternoon. The first thing I noticed upon stepping out of the train was the dirty cityscape and the foul air. I hadn’t seen much just yet, but my first impression was a negative one for sure. People were rushing past me, bumping into me, and completely minding their own business. For a small-town girl like myself, it was a culture shock.Nonetheless, I knew I was on a tight schedule. I could get a hotel for the weekend but that would. Like most men, I know the odds of my meeting Pam is somewhere between slim and none.This story is about my meeting the actress I used as the model for my fantasy woman, and the entertainment I arranged for her and the paparazzi that followed her. To be truthful, I don't think the paparazzi enjoyed my idea of entertainment. I suppose that some background information is necessary before getting to the fun part of the story.Most people just call me Jack. The adjectives accompanying Jack are not.