I spotted him at my favorite nightclub. He was an older quiet, sexy man from the Midwest here on business. I overheard him complain that he hated LA. Well, I “looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue.” I wanted to show him everything that LA has to offer. I asked him to dance. Of course, he said yes. I danced so sexy. I whispered in his ear that I was going to make sure that he had a good time tonight. “He knew right away the he was too far from home.”
There are no ladies like me back home. He knew he was in trouble and that he should return to his hotel. He said that he had an early morning flight, but I was not done with him. I told him that I would drive him to his hotel. I talked him into a quick trip to the beach on the way to his hotel. I “took his hand and led him along that golden beach.” He was amazed and thrilled that I had a bikini on under my dress. I got him to take off his shirt, walk and “watch the waves tumble over the sand.” He found the sound of the waves and my voice completely hypnotic. He was afraid that “he had lost all control.”
Again he told me that he was having a great time, but he needed me to take him back to his hotel. I smiled and we hopped into my car. Suddenly, he realized that I was heading up “this twisting turning road.” Driving “higher and higher,” leaving the city behind, and “above all those lights.” He knew that I was in control. I was behind the wheel and he realized that I always get my way. He knew I was the type of girl that had “all of the skills” that tempt and seduce men. “He saw my face and he lost all control.”
He is under my control all right! Needless to say, he missed his flight and didn’t reschedule a new one. “Night after night, day after day, it went on and on” and one morning he woke up looking at my sleeping face and he wondered if he would ever go home.
He had lost all control!
Blame those Hollywood Nights! Blame those Hollywood Hills, and especially blame us Hollywood Girls that make men like you, lose all control!
Skylar
Do you remember playing peek a boo with your favorite Mommy when you were a little boy? Of course not, you were too young to remember your naughty Mommy playing her naughty little games with you. 
Written By: Suzanne
