Eliza Dushku Caught On Video Ch. 01
by Bgibbons ©
My name is Mike and I’m 26 and a guitar player in a band called “All request weekend” We do all requests so I pretty much know every song ever written with the exception of the classical stuff. I have the good fortune of working for one of the major movie studios as a technical advisor and kind of an all purpose production assistant, in other words if somebody doesn’t show up I fill in and I make great money.
I was working on a movie called the New Guy and one of my dream girls was starring in it, Eliza Dushku so I was more than happy to get up and go to work
every day just to see her. I was surprised at how friendly and polite she was to everyone cast and crew alike, it was a nice change compared to some of these young movie stars who think everyone is there to serve them.
My job was to work with the actors who were members of the band in the movie and we all had a lot of fun doing it, on breaks I would check over the equipment, guitars, bass keys etc. to make sure everything was OK.
One afternoon I was doing my check during lunch when I picked up a guitar and had started playing when one of the grips asked me if I new any Hendrix tunes, I ripped into Hey Joe and everybody on the crew really got into it. Everyday after that during lunch they all tried to stump me with some real obscure tunes and I said anyone who can stump me gets $50. Miss Dushku would always wave and kind of smile hello but never requested a song or actually talked to me until about a week later when she yelled out,
“Do you know Goldilox by Kings X?”
She stumped me so I went over and handed her a fifty dollar bill, she didn’t want to take it. I told her a bets a bet and she said she’d take it on one condition that after they wrapped for the day I come by her trailer because she wanted to give me something so I nervously agreed!
Later that day as promised, I went to her trailer and as I approached I heard yelling and arguing. I stood out of sight and when the door opened I saw her driver walk out slamming the door behind him. I waited about 5 minutes not really knowing if I should knock on her door or just leave. Finally, I knocked. When she answered the door she was holding her cell phone and I could tell she’d been crying,
“If this was a bad time I could come back.”
She pulled me into her trailer by the arm, threw me into a chair and continued her call. I was sitting there slightly confused when she asked, “I need a ride, do you have a car?”
Without hesitation I said, “I have a truck.”
She rolled her eyes in response then resumed her conversation saying she was covered for now but she needed a new driver tomorrow and hung up. I stupidly asked if she was all right and she exploded, “Does it look like I’m fucking all right?”
She started to cry, I didn’t know what to do so I stood up planning on leaving and when I did she ran to me and hugged me. I was initially surprised by her reaction but I threw caution to the wind put my arms around her and prayed she wouldn’t freak out on me. I was relieved when she squeezed me tighter and we just stood there for a few minutes holding each other.
She never looked up until I kissed her lightly on top of the head then she looked at me with tears in her eyes and quietly said, “Please get me out of here” So that’s exactly what I did.
We drove off the location at about 4:30pm and I asked where she wanted to go, but as I was asking the question I remembered I had a gig that night in Burbank and I needed to pick up my guitar at the repair shop.
I nervously asked if it was all right if I made a quick stop and she just nodded never looking at me. I called Lou and told him to be outside in 10 minutes with my guitar and not to ask any questions.
10 minutes later we pulled up in front of Lou’s music and he was waiting out front with a puzzled look on his face I got out and he asked, “What’s up?”
I just nodded to my passenger, not getting it Lou just stared at me like I as nuts. Miss Dushku turned looked out the window at me and said, “We really need to go.”
I told Lou I’d settle up with him next time I saw him, then got in and said OK Miss Dushku where do you want to go and without hesitation she said, “With you but it’s not what you think, I just need a friend right now and a quiet place. Oh, and please call me Eliza.”
Handing her my cell phone I asked, “Do you need to call anyone, family, agent, boyfriend?”
“No.” Was all she said.
Hesitantly I brought up the next topic, “I have a problem I’m not going home I have a gig tonight at 11:00 and I have to be at the club to set up and do a sound check at 5:00.”
Finally a smile came to that beautiful face, “Can I go with you and watch? I promise I’ll be good.” She sounded like a little girl; I just laughed and nodded yes.
“Is there was a hotel near the club” She asked.
“There’s a Hyatt half a block away.”
“Excellent” Was her reply and as we passed it I pointed it out to her.
We got to Jakes about 5:15, the guys were already unloading. I got out and came around to open the door for her and she said, “Give me the keys.”
I stared at her, “What?”
“Your keys can I have them please?” She just grabbed them out of my hand kissed me on the cheek and told me she’d be back in an hour and drove off.
Bill, my Bass player asked, “Who’s the hells driving your truck?”
“Eliza Dushku” I answered. He laughed told me I was full of shit and that I needed professional help, the guys were tired of me constantly talking about her.
At 6:45 we were done setting up and we were playing an old Cream song when the door opened the sun blasted in blinding us all and while we were squinting to see who it was I heard Jake the owner yell, “we don’t open until 9!”
I stopped playing as did the rest of the guys and I heard a sweet voice say, “I’m with Mike the guitar player.”
Jake waved to her and in she walked. “I’m Jake this is my place, can I get you anything?”
Eliza said, “A coke would be nice.”
Jake poured her one and handed it over the bar to her, when she put a Twenty on the bar he pushed it back saying “Your money’s no good here, Mikeys like family, what’s your name darlin?”
“I’m Eliza.” And then she thanked him for the drink and headed toward the stage. When she reached the table nearest us she grabbed a chair spun it around and sat straddling it seductively. I couldn’t even remember what song we were playing, I was totally mesmerized by this girl.
I couldn’t wait for that fucking song to end and when it did our audience of one clapped and whistled, so we all walked over to her. I introduced her to the guys who were just staring at her in dumb amazement with their mouths hanging open at which point she smiled and said in her best Bella Lugosi voice, “On the count of three I’m going to snap my fingers and you will all come out of your trance.” A few seconds later she snapped they blinked, we all laughed like hell and they quickly vacated the area and left us alone.
I immediately noticed that she’d showered and changed, looking beautiful in skin tight jeans, cowboy boots and a leather vest with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was getting a hard on just standing there, she was at eye level with the bulge so I didn’t try to hide it. Strangely the thing that made me so horny was how great she smelled, when I asked her what she was wearing she looked at me and said, “It’s a secret but if you’re real good I’ll tell you later.”
She stood up smiled at me and asked, “You done?”
I just nodded yes and she said great lets go. I asked her what the hell was going on and she just grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
I nodded to Jake who just smiled at me. Then he took Eliza’s hand kissed it gently said it was a pleasure to meet you young lady, she said likewise kind sir!
She virtually dragged me out the door to my truck and jumped in the driver’s seat, at this point the guys were just staring at me and Bill yelled out, “Hey lover boy we go on at 11.”
Eliza yelled back, “Don’t worry he’ll be back, I promise.” I got in closed the door and asked her again what the hell was going on, “I got us a suite at the Hyatt, you gotta a problem with that?” She quickly replied.
NO, was the best I could come up with so I just shut up and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.
Needless to say, I was totally confused, here I was with my dream girl a girl I had Jerked off too a thousand times and I’m going to her suite at the Hyatt and she’s driving me there in my truck, go figure.
The suite was un-fucking believable; hot tub, two bedrooms, sitting room, big screen TV, the works, was I in heaven or was this a dream? Then when she grabbed my hand from behind I knew it wasn’t a dream.
Eliza said that she needed to talk to me as we sat on the couch. I asked her what the hell was going on and she started to cry, when I reached for her she pulled away and I froze not knowing what to do.
She looked up and told me she was in trouble and needed help and she didn’t know who she could trust. I told her to calm down and tell me what’s going on and she did.