Stevie Ramsey, America’s Sweetheart, is an actress who enjoys phenomenal popularity and success. She has one significant secret that she guards fiercely—she is a closeted lesbian who is in a relationship with her personal assistant, Kylie Winston. Kylie, a former model, maintains the position in title only as suggested by Stevie’s svengali-like manager. Eventually Stevie caves to pressure to have an affair with Fletcher Coleman, a hot up-and-coming actor as a ruse to fool her public. However the plan explodes in Stevie’s face and a heart-broken and betrayed Kylie leaves her.
But the actress pines for her gorgeous ex-lover, Kylie Winston who has moved to New York where she has resumed a successful modeling career. Stevie resolves to win back Kylie, but also decides to finally dedicate herself to her craft and takes charge of her career for the first time.
Perfectly Straight follows Stevie Ramsey as she struggles to find her way through life and love exploring relationships with women and men until finally accepting her identity. Can Stevie resolve the conflict between her public and private persona?
Jacqueline Campos is the author of the celebrity-based erotic books, “The Arrangement” and “Perfectly Straight.” When not writing books and screenplays she can be found vowing to take up yoga and guitar lessons on the guitar that was given to her by her mother many Christmases ago. She is usually searching for an inspiring view of nature, simplicity, and peace. Although she lives in Southern California, she always has Texas and Chicos Tacos in her heart. Jacqueline found herself writing to create stories that were entertaining but not necessarily the norm. She would like her novels to be exciting and to contain messages of love, kindness, and respect—and of course, sex with no holds barred.
The private jet vibrated from the roar of the crowd that had gathered to meet Stevie Ramsey at the Santa Monica Municipal Airport. They shrieked in anticipation as stairs were rolled into place for disembarking. “Stevie! Stevie! Stevie!” a mob of sobbing teens chanted in unison. Tom Frances, her middle-aged agent, appeared first—waving to the fans. Kylie Winston, Stevie’s personal assistant, followed.
“Come on, girl. Let’s get out of the way. She’s on!” Tom said. Hand in hand they scurried down the steps and then disappeared into a waiting limousine. Stevie was next to appear at the door. The crowd went wild. As she stood at the top of the stairs her legs felt like cement blocks. She was still taken aback by the hysteria that seemed to accompany her public appearances. She had trouble accepting that all these people had turned out to see her. This was supposed to happen to groups like New Direction, not a twenty-four-year-old Latina from Odessa Texas, she told herself.
“Get her into this car right now! All hell is about to break loose!” Kylie pleaded to Tom.
“She knows how to work a crowd. This security team excels at this sort of situation.”
Stevie breathed deeply and exhaled a movie star attitude. She forced her legs to begin the procession down the stairs as she waved Miss America-like. Sobbing teenagers shoved autograph books at her when she reached the ground. She scribbled SR in one book before the crowd forged forward—knocking a few of the police officers off balance, who were attempting to control the crowd. A single arm towered over the mob, grabbed a hold of Stevie’s hair and yanked hard. A blood curdling scream escaped from the actress’s mouth that sent the young fans further into frenzy. An enormous bodyguard clutched the anonymous wrist and forced it free from Stevie’s mane.
“Do something! They’re going to tear her apart!” Kylie begged.
“Are you crazy? She has wanted this all of her life!”
“Tom, she’s really in danger!”
“Got enough?” Tom yelled out to a paparazzi right outside of the limo. The paparazzo flashed him a thumbs up. Tom turned to a security guard. “That’s enough. Get her in here!” The guard wrapped his immense arm around Stevie’s waist and cleared a straight path to the car. Instantaneously Stevie dove into the limo headfirst, landing on Kylie’s lap.
“Floor it!” Tom yelled at the shaken driver.
Kylie held Stevie’s hands in her own. “Oh my God, are you okay, baby?”
A sharp stinging pain above her right ear pulled Stevie out of her shock. She held her head, “That hurts!”
“Okay, that’s enough! Come over and sit by me,” Tom demanded of Stevie. “We don’t know where the paparazzi will pop up. They may even be camped in your bushes again.”
“I don’t give a shit anymore, Tom!” Stevie exploded. “I’m sick and tired of this!”
“Stevie, not now!” He signaled with his eyes towards the limousine driver. “Now get your ass over here next to me!” Dutifully, Stevie maneuvered her body beside him where she sat in silence.
After a few minutes Tom began to speak to Stevie in a fatherly whisper. “Aren’t you the biggest movie star at the box office because of me? Tell me what other woman’s films have broken every box office record in the world! Hell, tell me what man has done that! Kiddo, you’re golden!” Stevie looked blankly out of the window. Tom patted her knee, “You know the press wouldn’t call you the hottest Latina bombshell of all time for no reason at all.” Stevie was unresponsive. “You couldn’t possibly want to risk all of that.”
“You know, that’s really something, isn’t it Tom?” Stevie fumed. “I mean, especially after you made me change my name from Ramirez to Ramsey.”
“This is my secret place,” he said. The tiny carpeted room was barren. Fletcher tugged at a sheet hanging on the wall to reveal sliding glass doors. He slid the door open and exposed a tiny terrace that overlooked a pool surrounded by lit-up palm trees. The lights from outside dimly penetrated the room, making it unnecessary to turn on additional lighting. He went to a mini-refrigerator in the corner of the room and took out two bottles of dark ale. Fletcher took off his tuxedo jacket and laid it on the floor and then sat next to it. He pulled her down on his jacket. “I used to come here and dream about making it big,” he said, opening a bottle and handing it to her. She took a long swallow that she instantly proceeded to spray over both of them.
“What the fuck is this! Horse piss?” she uttered. They laughed. She wiped the beer off herself and from his face. They stopped laughing and looked into each other’s eyes. He looked away and took a long gulp from his bottle. Stevie took another drink, knowing what to expect this time. “So, tell me about this room.”
He guzzled again from his beer bottle then spoke. “I worked at this hotel delivering room service not too long ago. You can’t imagine the things I’ve seen!”
“Oh, do tell!”
He shook his head. “No, I was raised not to talk about things like that around a lady.”
“Does anyone else know about this?”
“I don’t think so. It’s like a forgotten room. I was delivering room service once and I opened this door by mistake. After a while I noticed no one ever used it. So I brought in the little fridge. I slept here many nights during my lean years.”
“Come on, I’m sure you have some steamy stories to tell about what has happened to you in this room!”
He cracked a grin. “One story. I only brought one woman here and it was actually after my career got going. It’s not that exciting of a story, really.”
“Well, your career is exciting!”
“Yeah, I just wrapped my first film where I’m the lead. It’s just an action film. I play a bounty hunter trying to keep the streets safe.”
“Just an action film? I’m sure there were millions spent on it!”
“That may be true, but I want my films to mean something. I’m not crazy about rehashing the same formula over and over. My next film, whatever it is, will be relevant, no matter how long it takes me to find,” he said.
“Then I doubt we’ll ever be working together! From what I understand, my films weren’t very good. The next one, whatever it is, I’m sure will be the same. I basically show up and say and do as I’m told. Somebody is doing something right because I’ve made a lot of money for other people—and for myself as well.”
“They might be fluff Stevie, but I think you’re really good in them! I can’t take my eyes off of you when you’re on screen. Nobody can! You have what they call it —something that can’t be taught.”
Stevie smiled. “Thank you, Fletcher. That’s very sweet.” Her eyes were drawn to his massive biceps as he raised his arm to take another drink from the beer bottle. They continued talking about everything and nothing in particular, drinking bottle after bottle of beer. With each sip she wondered why he did not attempt to make a move. She studied him as he spoke of his passion for his profession. So far, he was one of the nicest men she had met. Tom’s words rang in her head like church bells. She uttered under her breath, “Tom hasn’t been wrong yet. It might as well be you.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing . . . just drunk.” The more she anticipated his move the more she found herself wanting him to make it. She might have even been looking forward to making out with a man for real for the first time. Inevitably, Stevie knew that it would be up to her if anything were to happen between them that night, in that little room. She also knew that if he was a healthy heterosexual male, it wouldn’t take much encouragement. “You know, if this were a movie, this would be the part when the leading man would kiss his leading lady,” she whispered.
On cue he leaned in and kissed her. She instantly felt the difference between kissing a man on a bright soundstage, with a large crew looking on, and alone in a dark little room, drunk. Although he handled her as if she were a porcelain doll, it was more forceful than kissing a woman. She felt his male energy taking the lead and directing the action. Without a doubtshe was the one being kissed. The barely-there hair stubble around his mouth burned her skin a little. But his lips were soft, and when he parted them his tongue felt cold from the beer. His tongue sought out hers and she took it in her mouth, sucking on it delicately.
When Stevie awoke at dawn, she glanced over her shoulder at Julianne who lay sleeping next to her. A slight sense of guilt swept over her. The sex had been hot and thrilling, yet for reasons unbeknownst to her, it did not feel right. Why did she feel guilt she wondered, she was single—nothing tied her down. Stevie feared this would change her relationship with Julianne. Stevie turned her body to face Julianne and studied her angelic face as she slept. The same stunning face she had become infatuated with the day she first saw it. Now this beauty lay next to her after a night of blazing sex. She relived every movement in her mind. Surprisingly, Julianne had been totally uninhibited and full of wonderment about experimenting lovemaking with a woman for the first time. She had been like a child who had received her very first puppy, eager and insatiable to play with it. The woman knew what pleased her and was not shy about letting her partner know it. Even though there was no question that Julianne had been sexually satisfied, Stevie wondered if Julianne knew exactly what she was getting herself into. Julianne opened her eyes. “Good morning,” Julianne whispered.
“Good morning.” Stevie hopped to her feet and dressed. “You know, Carney and I planned to work some more with the horse and wagon. She agreed to come back early from Mazatlán today and help me on it. I want to get really good at it.”
“Stevie, this doesn’t have to be awkward. I knew what I was doing when I came here last night. There is nothing wrong with having a little fun while we’re out here, is there? I think we both know it’s a no-strings-attached thing . . . nothing more.”