The purpose of the Hidden Hollywood series is to provide a peek into the private lives of celebrities. Though this story is a work of fiction, it has been meticulously researched to be as close to reality as possible, based on actual events and information on the celebrities involved. ***
Corey Clark sat in an armchair in his living room, smoking a cigarette as I interviewed him. He had done many interviews about his affair with the show's judge Paula Abdul, but this was going to be different. The magazine I worked for was less interested in the scandal or _American Idol_, but in the sexual relationship. We wanted all the details. And Corey Clark gave them to me.
According to Corey Clark, it all began in December 2002 while he was a contestant in the early stages of FOX's _American Idol_. Corey was on-stage singing when he realized that he had forgotten the lyrics. In a last-ditch effort to score points, he came down from the stage and serenaded directly to Paula Abdul, kissing her hand. He saw a sparkle in her eyes as he sang.
After his song backstage, a woman came up to Corey and pressed a piece of paper in his hand. It was a phone number for Paula Abdul. She wanted him to call her. At first, Corey thought that _American Idol_ was setting him up. They had already sent him on a wild night out that they ended up using to portray him as irresponsible. He knew the show had rules against personal relationships with the judges. Was this another trap? If he called, would it be the producers on the other end, telling him he was off the show?
But it wasn't a trap. It really was Paula Abdul. They talked for a bit and she sent a car to pick him up from the hotel where the contestants stayed. The black car took him to Abdul's home in in Studio City Hills.
He and Paula talked for hours. She said she wanted to help him because she was sick of seeing young people being taken advantage of on the show.
"I want to look out after you like I'm your mom," Abdul said, then quickly added, "Well, maybe more like your special friend." That told him she wanted something more, but Corey played it cool.
They didn't have sex for the first month, but Corey was patient. He made an effort to treat her like a regular person, not someone famous. Abdul talked to him about the show and gave him advice on what songs to sing, what not to do (like talk to the show's psychiatrist because they would use that against him), and even got him some prescription cough syrup for his throat.
One night, just before he left her car, Paula kissed him on the lips for the first time. It was a passionate and lingering kiss, and afterwards she seemed worried. "That's okay, isn't it?" she asked and he assured her it was. Things warmed up between them from that point on.
Things changed one night in January 2003 in Paula's home. The night had started with her coaching him on his next performance, but as the liquor flowed, conversation had turned more flirtatious. Corey Clark retired to soak in her oversized bathtub, watching an episode of _American Idol_ on a television mounted on the bathroom wall. As Corey leaned over to get another beer, he felt hands on his shoulders, rubbing his neck. Then he felt soft lips on the back of his neck. He turned around to see Abdul smiling at him with narrowed eyes. While he wore just his swimsuit in the tub, Paula was still wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her usual garb. Her hands slid down to his bare chest.
Corey's mouth pricked up in a smile. He had been suspecting that things would go down this road for a long time. Actually, more like hoping. Corey had been dying for things to go a step further. She looked better than some girls that are half her age, and in his experience, older women were more experienced than his younger fucks.
He slipped his hands around her waist and drew her to him. They kissed passionately. Paula's hands slid down his bare chest to stroke his muscles. Corey let his hands wander down to cup the cheeks of her buttocks, feeling their smooth contours. Paula was in such great shape that her butt barely yielded at all.
Corey reached out to cup Paula's breasts, surprised to find they felt all natural. He let his fingers wander over their curves, eliciting a hum of pleasure from her. The water rippled around his legs as they shifted closer to each other.
Paula's hand slipped under the water to touch Corey's inner thigh. She stroked it gently and he could feel himself stirring. His body began to harden, lengthening, and came to touch her fingers. She kept on stroking his thigh until his firmness slipped under her fingers and she gave his cock gentle tugs.
Corey wondered how far Paula would let things go. Was this just a tease? Would he really get to bed the world-famous Paula Abdul? His mind flicked back to the show's rules about personal relationships with the judges, but they had already crossed that bridge a long time ago. Surely this would get them in even deeper trouble. But Paula didn't seem to be concerned, so he decided he wouldn't either.
Paula interrupted their fondling by standing up. Paula's heart-melting smile shone over him as she whispered, "Take that off for me, Corey."
Corey rose to his feet, towering over Paula as he reached down and slid his dripping swimsuit off. Her eyes stayed locked on his crotch as he unveiled his thick manhood.
Her smile widened as she hummed under her breath. "I've wanted to check that out for so long."
She took Corey's hand. Corey followed her with his rigid cock bouncing between his thighs, never taking his eyes off her round buttocks and muscular legs as she walked him to the guest bedroom. Corey felt himself getting more rigid as he walked. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was going to happen.
They went into the bedroom. Paula turned around to face Corey and kept her eyes locked on him as she whispered, "Undress me."
Corey reached down to slip off Paula's shirt and expose a rose-red bra. He deftly unsnapped the straps behind her back. The red cups fell away to reveal her bare breasts. Her breasts stood out full and round on her chest, but without the sag Corey had expected for her age. He held out the bra between his thumb and index finger for a moment before letting it drop.
Corey let his hand slip down her belly. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties to allow his fingertips under the cloth. He could feel smooth skin, then curly hairs, and down into her slit. He began to rub the slippery hot flesh. He could feel her moisture. Paula rewarded him by moaning softly.
"Mmm, I thought I'd have to teach you how to please a woman," Paula whispered. "But you know just what to do."
Corey grinned. "I've had a lotta practice, yeah."
Corey rubbed her clit in leisurely circles as he kissed her trembling lips. He finally released her to move his hands to her hips and guiding her panties down her thighs. As he knelt, Corey admire the delicate line of her pussy, shaved smooth except for a "landing strip" rectangular patch over her slit. The lips stood out, slightly puffy and red.
She reached to embrace him and they kissed passionately. She slipped her hands down again to his buttocks. He responded in kind and they explored each others' bodies with their palms, fingers, and mouths. Corey took her arms and guided her down to the bed. Paula giggled and seemed to read his mind, lifting her tiny and delicate bare feet. Corey made his way down her stomach, running his hands over her gorgeous legs. As he passed her thighs, Corey paused to inhale the scent of her desire that lurked between them. He finally went down on his knees to kiss and massage her beautiful feet.
She sighed. "Mmm, that feels so good."
Paula settled back further to lay on the bed, her head on the mattress, her legs curled up in a seductive pose like a Playboy centerfold. Corey grinned and went to his wallet on the night stand. He always kept condoms in his wallet because he considered his life like a movie; he never knew when women were going to have sex with him.
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