Leo spots a crowd of photographers swarming around a platinum blond. We come to discover it's
actually a famous porn star: Puma Swede. Leo, fueled with the courage of booze, decides that it's time to get ours and asks to take a picture with her. She agrees and as we prepare our best smiles for the picture; Puma lifts up her dress for the camera. No underoos. Uh... that was a little unexpected. I'm sure the picture turned out great though.A little later on, as we're shoulder bumping people weaving in and out of the dance floor, Puma and I lock eyes. She's absolutely shit faced, sloppy. Barely able to keep her head steady. I wait to see what her next move is. She turns to face me directly, smiles and reaches out to me. My eyes widen as big as dinner plates; what the hell is this drunk porn star going to do next?
Puma towers over me with her high heels and grabs my head and shoves my face (mouth open in shock) into her bare armpit. She laughs hysterically and flashes me a smile. "You like that?"
She released me from her grip (I'm gasping), turned and continued talking to her group of friends as if nothing happened. I try and fix my hair and return to my friends.
Only in LA.
