Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 04:14:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Ruben Mittermayr <ruben_mittermayr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Poor little rich boy" Part 5

DISCLAIMER: Please note that although some items may reflect
real events, this story is purely fictional and doesn't imply
anything about the people (or their sexuality) mentioned in the
story. I would also like to point out that all trademarks are
property of their respective owners.


It was a smooth landing as usual and five minutes later the
plane had taxied to the corporate hub, after saying goodbye to
the staff and thanking them for a comfortable flight he made
his way down the stairs where he was greeted by an incredibly
cute guy that introduced himself as Chad Michael Murray and
told that he was asked by the charity to welcome him and show
him around.

"Hello Chad, nice to meet you and thanks for picking me up at
the airport." Ruben said.

"That's no problem, hope you had a pleasant flight, your people
also arranged a full police escort and private security that
are waiting for us" Chad said pointing at the armored
G-class Benz which was escorted by two police cars and another
armored Mercedes with diplomatic number plates, which meant
they could only be Belgian state security agents.

"Hehehehe... did you just say my people? It's not like I'm a
superstar or something..." Ruben said smiling.

"Sorry I'm kind of new at welcoming vip's at the airport."

"You're doing just fine though" Ruben said as they walked
towards the couple of reporters and camera's that had gathered
to welcome Ruben. After answering a couple of the usual
questions about the charity program by the Mittermayr
Corporation they walked over to the armored car and Ruben
handed his bag to the driver which placed it in the trunk together
with Ruben's suitcase.

"So what would you like to do?" Chad asked as they were finally
in the car.

"Thought we could first get something to eat and maybe
afterwards go out for a lil drink" Ruben said "But you really
don't have to baby-sit me though, I'm sure MY people will take
good care of me"

"It's no problem, it's not everyday a guy like me gets to show
LA to the incredibly rich"

"And I thought you liked me as a person..."

"Hehehe, so what would you like to eat for dinner as a person?"

"Actually it's breakfast for me, but I'll better let you choose
the restaurant because I really don't know a lot of places here
in LA"

Chad gave a couple of driving instructions to the driver and
after 25 minutes they arrived at
a posh restaurant down town where they managed to get an
excellent table in the back because the restaurant owner
appeared to be quite impressed by their police escort.

After they ordered a light lunch both guys started talking.

"So why did they gave you the impossible mission of escorting
me?" Ruben asked.

"Apparently your grandfather was quite specific and asked for a
young male porn star" Chad said "But because they couldn't find
one they sent me instead."

"Oh no don't tell me you believe everything they say in the
papers about me" Ruben said smiling, revealing his perfect
white teeth.

"Only have one question, is it really through that you lock
guys into your trunk?"

"I can't answer that question otherwise I'd have to kill
you..." Ruben said laughing.

Both guys continued to talk about all kinds of crazy stories
that appeared about them in the tabloids and after Ruben paid
for lunch after a small protest of Chad both guys decided
the night was still young and went off clubbing.

Chad guided Ruben to what appeared to be a very HOT club, as
there had to be at least a couple of hundred people waiting at
the door to get in. Luckily Ruben and Chad escorted by several
security agents got the usual red carpet treatment and five
seconds later Ruben was at the bar ordering a bottle of
cristal.

After a couple of sips Chad dragged Ruben onto the
dance floor but as he felt it was a little bit too crowded to
dance while having 3 security guys hanging onto him so he told
Chad that he needed a lil rest since he wasn't that young
anymore and  walked up to the vip-platform and set down at a
corner table.

"That was quite an entrance you made, are you perhaps royalty
or what?" an incredibly sexy voice asked him and after turning
his head towards the mysterious stranger he noticed it was
Justin Timberlake that was talking to him. He could also see
that the security people where not that happy with Justin
standing so close to Ruben, but after Ruben signaled it was
okay they backed off.

"I like to make an entrance in style" Ruben said smiling at
what appeared to be the most cutest guy he had ever seen "So do
you always walk up to strangers telling him how you think
without any introduction"

"Sorry, I'm Justin" Justin said smiling in an innocent way "So
with whom do I've the pleasure talking?"

"My name's Ruben and nah I'm no prince just here for some
business" Ruben said.

"Hmmm. so you always got that much people hanging onto you?"
Justin asked turning his head slightly towards the security
people.

"Nah back home I can mostly do whatever I like but those guys
kinda came with the trip, so you want something to drink" Ruben
said as he held out an empty bottle of Cristal. "If you want I
can also order you something stronger."

"Are you trying to get me drunk Ruben." Justin said laughing

"Okay you asked for it" Ruben said to Justin and then ordered a
double vodka and 'a glass of milk for the boy' as he pointed at
Justin.

"Hehehe you're funny, so you're in town for long?"

"Nah they just booked me in for one night at the W, I got to be
back in Belgium on Monday" Ruben said as his cell phone started
vibrating, "Darn this thing always seems to go off at the worst
times, hope you don't mind though... " as he saw Justin looking
strangely at his pants that were vibrating.

After answering the phone call with a quick `hello', `that
he was great' and `goodbye' he put it on the table.

" Sorry about that, but had to answer it otherwise my granny
would have sent the secret service after me. "

"I really don't mind that happens to me also a lot..." Justin said smiling

" Hmmm should I be concerned when I'm talking to someone who has
the secret  service after his cute ass a lot..." Ruben said
trying to look puzzled.

"Oh you think I've got a cute ass" Justin said laughing.

"That's not what I meant silly but got to admit your ass doesn't
look too bad from what I can see..." Ruben said just as Chad
arrived saying it was getting late and wondered if Ruben would
like to go get some sleep to which Ruben replied everything was
good for him as he didn't want to give the impression he was
blown away by Justin and would have stayed until the sun came
up just to look into those incredible blue eyes and watch his
mouth move as he spoke.

"Ciao bello!" Ruben said to Justin.

"Hope to see you around sometimes?" Justin managed to say to
him as Ruben walked away hidden from the rest of the world by
his security agents and Chad.

"So do you really have no idea who you were just talking to
sexy?" his date for the evening, who just got back from a half hour
bathroom stop, asked Justin.

"Should I know him? He didn't look like he was in the
business." Justin giving that confused look.

"You really are hopeless, don't you ever read the Financial
Times, according to recent reports his family has more money
stuffed away in off shore trusts than half of the fortune 500
put together" his date said while looking like she read the
financial section of the newspaper every morning.

Meanwhile Ruben was back in the armored car looking out of the
window and thinking about Justin. Finally he turned his head
towards Chad who was sitting next to him.

"So what's planned for tomorrow?" Ruben asked "I should point
out I don't get out of bed before noon."

"Thought we could first go and see what the money your family
gave to the charity is being used for and afterwards we'll go
for lunch followed by the opening of the new charity building"
Chad said.

"Are there going to be camera's there all the way or just for
the opening?" Ruben asked. "I would also like it if we could
have a rather casual lunch and afterwards go back to the hotel
so I can get changed don't want to be the kid in the brioni
suit at the community center."

"Yeah there are going to be camera's everywhere, remember this
is Hollywood and  we'll make sure you got enough time to
change." Chad replied

After a 10 minutes drive they arrived at the W, they had
him booked on the top floor with a good view of the city. After
saying goodnight to Chad and thanking him for showing him the
sites and keeping him out of trouble he closed the door and walked
across the room and opened up the doors leading towards the balcony.
He kept going back in his mind to the moment when he saw Justin,
maybe he should have stayed a little bit longer who knows. No
point in thinking about it now though, Ruben thought to
himself, time for some action.

"Good morning Mittermayr Holdings Brussels, how may we help
you?" A friendly voice asked him after he dialed the family
companies number.

"Good morning this is Ruben Mittermayr and I would like to
speak with our media department" Ruben said

"Of course Sir Mittermayr, please hold as we connect you to the
vice president of the media holdings."

"Good morning Ruben what can I do for you"

"Good morning Katharine, I would like some information on a
certain person."

"Ok who's your new victim?"

"Very funny, I was wondering how much trouble it would
be to meet up with Justin Timberlake?"

"Oh no the poor guy, but it shouldn't be much trouble think we
partially own the parent company that controls his record
company, so what do you want us to arrange?" Katharine asked,
"The usual meet&greet?"

"We already had a meet&greet but would like to see him perform or just
casually run into him" Ruben said.

"Oh my god he must have made a big impression on you then, I'll
let them call his record company first thing when it's morning in LA"

"Thanks Katharine, I owe you one... ciao bella donna" Ruben said and
he put the phone onto the outside table. He went back inside and
put on the TV which had an item about his arrival in the States,
somehow they cut out every intellectual answer he gave and only aired
the five second comment of him saying that he was looking forward to
meeting all those celebs he'd been reading about in the papers.
After which a smooth looking presenter made some rude comments
about the possible origins of the wealth of the Mittermayr family.

Ruben quickly changed channels and ended up listening to MTV, which was
playing Justin's new video clip, while he checked his emails
before he was going to try and get some sleep.

Just as he got through the first email the phone rang, after two rings
he reached over and picked up the phone on the bedside table.

" Hello?"

" Sorry to disturb you so late Sir Mittermayr but we have a
Mister Timberlake here to see you, he wants to return your cell phone."

"It's alright, you can send him up..."

Ruben jumped out of bed and quickly made it into his bathroom, darn
he thought as he looked into the mirror and saw that he was already
looking a lil bit tired from the jetlag, but after he sprankled his face
with water, rushed quickly through his hair with his still wet hands
and dried his face he started to look `normal' again...
Just as he walked back into the room he heard a knock on the door...


Any suggestions about the story and if I should continue are
more than welcome, my addy is ruben_mittermayr@yahoo.com