Nia lead Zeus out through the sliding glass doors to the balcony rail. Her excitement grew inside whenever she was going to do something naughty. With the horse at the rail looking down, she stood to his right on her tiptoes so that her pubescent small breasts with erect nipples highlighted by the setting sun reached out over the rail. Below, 17 floors down from the Avalon, were the last of the afternoon beachgoers leaving long shadows as the sun set to her right over Monaco. She wanted them to look up and see her – create something scandalous. She was in that kind of mood.

I called out, “Nia! If you want to get their attention that isn’t it!” Her bronze bottom staring back at me was her best part. Oh, how I began to crave that girl. 

“Oh yeah! What? Do you think they can’t see me and Zeus up here in the sun! They watch for me every day to give them a peek.”

“You have to do something more dramatic if you want to get their attention.” I suggested.

“Since you like to go naked, why don’t you take a run with me up the beach and that should get their attention. And maybe, somebody with a camera will get a fleeting shot of you that will make the papers. That was just what Nia needed. She flushed at the thought. “Okay, I’m game. Do you want me to ride up the beach on Zeus like Lady Godiva?”

“That would be dramatic, but unoriginal. Can you still climb like you used to at the farm?”

“Yeah, probably better than I ever did.”

“OK, follow me…”

*****

I had arrived two hours earlier for an appointment to give Nia some acting lessons. I had been hired by her uncle, Alton Berkowitz of the famous Berkowitz, Magnus, Bowman, BMB Studios. Al told me that he found his niece, orphaned at ten, had a great desire to become an actress like her mother but was too much for him to handle and needed a lot of coaching. Al continued from his 18th floor penthouse apartment in the Avalon in Nice, France in a long distance call to me in Hollywood a week before…

“When Robard and Fanny died in a head on collision with their Porsche on a mountain road near here, Nia was staying at the Cook farm outside Lincoln, Nebraska. Something she had done every summer when she was out of school and Fanny was working on some movie set or location, basically unable to watch her child, her only child.

“But after a year there while I worked on transferring some of her parents’ fortune to her trust according to my brother’s will, I got word from her grandparents that she was misbehaving with some of the boys and missed her Hollywood private school life where she desired to become a famous actress like her mother. I must warn you. Nia is very precocious and tends towards any means to get what she wants. I credit that from genetics she got from her mother. It doesn’t run in our family." He scoffed and I heard him clearly over the static on the line. I sensed what he meant and it actually interested me – star making from raw material.

“Okay Al, I’ll wrap up things here and be on the plane as soon as I can.” I couldn’t refuse what he was offering. If I could make her a star there was a lot more coming, too. My reputation could always use it.

*****

I did some research and found that Fanny Malone, born Kathy Cook, had some success in theater in high school but got pregnant at 16 from one of her fellow student actors and got married in a shotgun wedding to Timothy Zorn. For a while, they stayed on the Zorn farm with his parents until they graduated. She miscarried that baby and had aspirations of going to Hollywood like so many girl next-door types from the Midwest in that era. Tim had no desire to do any more acting. He just wanted to work with his father and inherit the large farm. It was an uneasy relationship that ended quickly in divorce.

Kathy got on the bus with her suitcase and a few dollars she had saved. She was so excited to be leaving that hum drum life behind for the exciting life she expected of fame and stardom. But soon, she was sharing rent with other starlets to be and working as a waitress just to get by. She heard of the casting couch that most rejected, but she was desperate. She got her first little movie part that way. And subsequently, more until she was cast as the leading lady in the sentimental war time drama, Wings Over Tripoli. By that time, her stage name was Fanny Malone and the script called for a flawed steamy relationship with Dan Durad, one of the top leading men in Hollywood at the time.

The script also called for a nude scene where she did a fan dance that became the highlight of the film and the scene that was most mentioned by critics and moviegoers alike. It made her instantly a star and she was hounded by reporters and fans everywhere she went. To escape, 63 year-old Robard Berkowitz offered to, “Take you away from all of this, Fanny” and she readily accepted, knowing he would protect her. A year later, Nia was born. But complications from that birth guaranteed that Rob and Fanny would have no more children. They spoiled Nia instead.

*****

After two long flights and a train ride from Paris, I made it to Nice and took a room in a hotel near the Avalon. I’d dressed casually for the 5 o’clock appointment in shorts with Peds sneakers. A short sleeved shirt over my undershirt. I thought about wearing my speedo under my shorts, but thought it would be more casual not to. It was warm in August. Full tourist season. Without Al’s influence, I wouldn’t have been able to book a room.

I found myself getting strangely anxious approaching the door of 1701 in this Hollywood style mid-century modernistic apartment complex built in the south of France especially for Hollywood types who had apartments there year round like the Berkowitzes. I knocked on the door… it opened and I was surprised with what I saw…

Nia was wearing a white terry cloth robe like she had just come out of a bath. Blonde with piercing blue eyes that laughed at me for the way that I responded, even with the robe she appeared to be quite skinny for someone 16 years old. Tanned, and naturally beautiful in a childlike way. She should have been a young woman by most standards. She wasn’t there yet. A late bloomer?

“Hi,” she said, “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink? Uncle Al won’t let me have any booze, but I’ve got lemonade and soft drinks.” Polite, but nonchalant like a kid. A kid that seemed intensely interested in me by the way she stared.

“Lemonade sounds great. Let’s sit at the table over there so you can tell me a bit about yourself and why you want my coaching.”

Nia went to the refrigerator and poured two glasses of lemonade, topped off with ice and brought them to the table. I reached in my briefcase and took out a notepad for the interview. When she put my glass down in front of me, she bent too close looking in my eyes intently and her robe opened up a bit. Thankfully, she was wearing an aqua colored swimsuit top.

I fought the feelings I was having trying to remain professional and said, “There must be some reason why your uncle asked me to help you. Can you tell me?” 

“Yeah.” She took a long drink from her lemonade. “I want to be famous like my Mom. Sure, I’ve got money, and that makes me part of this scene of very rich people, but I’d like to be on the big screen like her and so far after all my auditions, I’ve got diddly squat. They tell me that I’m too old for that kid part, or I’m too young looking for that high school part. Can I help it if I haven’t bloomed yet? I’m eager to get famous in any way that I can. Have you got any suggestions?” Her look was one of luring me in. A seductress in waiting for my answer.

“Well,” I finished my lemonade and the cold ice cube bounced off my upper lip. I left it in the glass so I could talk while she crunched hers noisily. “I brought acting the part. If you’re a good actor, you should get parts, regardless of how you look. Wardrobe and makeup will do the rest.

“It’s a psychological, steamy exchange between a college professor and his student pursuer as they were breaking up at the end of the semester. But you seem to be a little young looking for the part. Maybe I should’ve brought something where you are a tomboy and I am an older neighbor boy in love with you.”

When Nia heard that her eyes lit up, but I was a bit embarrassed for having suggested it.

As we moved into the large living room I was in for a shock! There was a large gray, with spots, horse standing there. I asked, “What?”

“Oh, that’s Zeus, my Appaloosa. We keep him in the basement, but I brought him up here this afternoon so he wouldn’t be lonely.” She walked over to him and nuzzled him. Zeus returned the favor but remained standing very stoically on the white plush carpet. 

Spoiled is right, I thought. 

I gave her part as Claire; the student and I took the part of Professor Jordan who had taken advantage of her infatuation with him. But it was time to end the affair emotionally, and that’s what I expected to hear from Nia. How well she could act the part of being rejected and make it reach the audience’s sympathy.

The scene was set with Claire arriving at the professor’s office with the note that he had written to her along with returning her term paper. Nia pretended to open a door and stormed across the living room to where I was seated at my desk that wasn’t there. I stood up and Nia, very angry, read her line.

“What’s this!” With fire in her eyes so close she almost spit on me. “I thought what we had was real! Why can’t I see you again? Why?”

In her exertion, the robe had opened up as Nia looked up at me and I could see that it wasn’t a swimsuit top, but a bra – an ill-fitting bra. And she was wearing panties of the same color but sagged a bit because they also seemed too large.

I swallowed my thoughts and delivered my first line. “Claire, you know that I’m married. You know that I would never leave Margaret. And as much as I love you, I can’t let this get any further.”

Nia burst into tears and delivered her line. “But you told me you loved me… you tock my virginity!”

We got through the first act and I called a halt to talk about it. Trying to keep professional with all of her flirting. It got worse.

Nia relaxed from the tension of the scene, and said, ”Man, it sure is hot in here.” Shaking her shoulders from side to side, she let the robe slide off her tanned shoulders and she threw it on a couch. Just standing there with a smirk on her face in that ill-fitting underwear showing other tan lines.

I wanted to talk about her acting but had to ask, “Why are you wearing that?”

She couldn’t wait to answer. “I usually go nude around the apartment; sometimes topless on the beach.. Even sometimes around the staff just to see if I can get a rise out of some of the guys that bring food here. But I was in Mom’s closet this afternoon before you came and thought I’d try out this cool aqua set not knowing what you would be like. And then, added the robe just in case. But from the moment I saw you… Whew… you took my breath away! I just have to see you without a shirt. And what’s that in your shorts?”

Dumbfounded, and finding myself growing down there, I didn’t say a thing. She took it from there.

“So, you don’t like my mom’s underwear?” She turned the bra clasp around to the front, unhooked it, and threw it after the robe. Watching me intently as she did to see how I would react to see her small, but a hand sized boobs with budding erect nipples.

She then reached down and unfastened the safety pin that was holding those oversize panties in place. They dropped to her feet and she stepped out with her left foot and flipped the panties onto the robe with her right foot expertly. Shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and said…

“Sure glad that I didn’t put on her matching garter belt and nylons. It’s been way too hot. Now I am free, what do you think of me?” She posed provocatively.

I couldn’t help noticing the blonde whisp of hair she had down there. “You are quite beautiful, but don’t look 16, maybe 14…”

She moved in close, too close. Put her hand on the bump in my shorts and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “I want you to take my virginity. I want to become your lover and you can put me in one of your plays like we just read and make me famous.”

I must admit with her little boobs in my chest and her fingers playing with me outside my shorts, I was heating up in more ways than one, but I resisted with all my might. She began unbuttoning my shirt.

“I’m sorry, I was hired to make you into an actor, not be your lover or purveyor of whatever you think I can do for you. Professionally, I just can’t do it.” I shook my head back-and-forth and pushed her away, while looking intently as though I meant it in her eyes.

“Okay,” she blurted and skipped across the room to where Zeus was standing and led him out to the balcony.

I was hot from all of that, too. So, I took off my shirt and threw it on the robe, but didn’t take anything else off. If I took my undershirt off, she might have seen how out of shape I was compared to my younger years. I walked over to the sliding glass door, watching what she was doing.

*****

I headed for the rail. I slipped over the rail and hung down to where my sneakers reached the rail below and let go. Nia was much shorter than my 6’ 2”, sometimes stuntman, frame. So, I had to catch her as she hung down and her bare feet were still over a foot from the rail. Once started, and trespassing on someone else’s apartment, we quickly moved on to the next floor down.

Before long we had caught the attention of some below and they got up from their lounges and started staring up at us highlighted in the sun moving downward, me in my shorts and undershirt, the men’s fashion at the time, and her completely naked. I caught some taking pictures.

When we reached the roof of the patio, it was a rather long jump from the second floor balcony to the sloped metal roof. I made the jump, slid down the roof and landed on my feet below on the patio. Nia followed and when she came off the roof I caught her in my arms whispering…

“Follow me.” Put her down gently, ran down to the beach sand with Nia following close behind me, to the astonishment of all the onlookers who had watched us from the 17th floor and now, running right past them. Some were Hollywood friends of mine and knew Nia. Some were just tourists taking in the scene. Nia soon caught up with me and yelled, “I have to pee!” And pointed to a kiosk on the beach for that purpose. She veered off that way and I followed and stopped as she disappeared inside. That gave the other others chasing us time to catch up and they did. Five young men with cameras positioned themselves by the kiosk door waiting for her to come out.

It gave me a moment to catch my breath, but she soon burst forth from that doorway and we were running down the beach again, with her admirers in hot pursuit. When we reached a public access alley to the city streets, I took it. Soon we were running up the street and I wondered if the hot sand had not burned her feet like the tarmac certainly was. As we ran, people laughed and waved us on – quite a sight in the late afternoon.

Nia got to the hotel ahead of me and ran past the doorman into the lobby and disappeared. When I got there, she had already taken the elevator. I waited for one and then took it to the 17th floor. When I got to her door, it was slightly open. So, I slipped in and heard water running in the bathroom.

With all that exertion I had worked up quite a sweat. My undershirt was soaked. As I came to the bathroom door with it open she was in the shower.

Nia called out, “Is that you? It’s about time. Join me. The water’s fine. You can scrub my back.” She giggled.

Against my better judgment, I stripped down and entered the shower naked. My member already involuntarily growing. She handed me the soap and I started soaping her all over. I lingered over her breasts while she took hold of my penis and began stroking it. When I began soaping between her legs, she growled, “I want you to fuck me.”

Startled at her use of the word when I only wanted to pet her, I asked, “Why? I don’t want to be the one to take your virginity! Some young lover should do that.”

“I lied earlier. Uncle Al raped me when I was 13. I kicked him in the balls after that and he made me stay here alone after that when I’m here. Since then, I’ve tried a few young men, and they are nothing like you. You’re the one I want!”

She began rubbing the head of my penis against her clitoris vigorously and I couldn’t hold back. Soon I was jerking in her hand and sperm was spurting out to her delight. She then climbed up on me and I entered her. It was a feeling like I never had before; she was so light and soft and wonderful. I was falling for an underage woman, unlike my two ex-wives before.

*****

I left my hotel room and moved in with her. The next day, the local scandal rags had pictures of her streaking on the beach and the AP wire service got a hold of it and spread the story around the world. Implicating me doing this publicity stunt with the acting heiress, Nia Malone Berkowitz. I couldn’t escape the association, so we settled into me giving her all that I knew about acting and she was a good student as long as we could play after every session.

“The play’s the thing,” she joked, quoting Shakespeare.

Notoriety goes a long way in Hollywood. And soon she was offered parts. I was not only going along for the ride, but I also produced a couple of movies starring us. But our greatest accomplishment, other than a couple of Academy Awards, was our son, Jason. He became an actor, too. In spite of all of the gossip, we stuck together until the end. Defying Hollywood odds. But our favorite place remained that 17th floor apartment overlooking the Mediterranean in Nice.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

6/28/25