Doggett:
'COME' Part One
Monica sat at the bar in what looked like an up market downtown hotel. She wore a long black skirt with a slit that reached her thigh hinting at her wearing either a thong or no underwear underneath. She was sitting on an angle facing the entrance and gave a few of the patrons a view of her exposed cleavage. She had four buttons undone on her black tightly fitted shirt. With one hand she sipped on a martini and with the other she took a drag on her cigarette.
I walked in and looked at my watch as I walked up to the bar. I had on tight blue jeans and black T-shirt and black leather jacket and shiny Docs. Monica noticed me at once and was clearly impressed with what she saw. I wasn't meant to have noticed her yet but as I ordered I thought I felt someone watching me but when I turned she was sipping her drink.
My eyes widened as I looked at her from top to toe then back again lingering over her exposed leg and then her breasts and cleavage.
Monica caught me eyeing her off and smiled. I blushed then took my drink and sat at a far table facing in her direction. She followed me over with her gaze and lingered on my butt.
"Very nice," she said under her breath out of my earshot. I looked at my watch again and she knew I was there to meet someone and looked back at her drink disappointed.
Monica hadn't noticed another man distracted by her beauty and sexiness but I had. My date still hadn't shown up and I was about to call when I saw the man probably in his mid to late thirties approach her. They exchanged a few words, which I knew to be,
"I've noticed you at this bar before. You're looking very beautiful tonight." She glanced at his face first a little wary and then smiled her approval.
"Want another?" His head turned to her almost empty glass.
"Yes, martini with two olives." He nodded to the waiter and ordered himself a beer. He sat on the seat next to her and immediately there was body contact; a little too quickly for my liking and I frowned. His finger traced a line from her neck down to her cleavage and undid another button.
Her chest heaved out as though she actually liked it. Not thinking anyone was watching his hand moved inside touching one breast and then the next. He pulled his hand out when the waiter came back with the drinks.
They both took sips and then he whispered something in her ear that clearly concerned her but she stayed silent. After another sip his hand then rested on her naked thigh and moved up and slid underneath her dress to between her legs. I was shifting in my seat. Something was wrong; Monica's face said it all.
"Stop, don't do this," she told him bluntly but he continued his rough assault on her while she was trying to get away. When she'd told him 'no' for the third time I took action.
"Hey buddy, the lady here doesn't like the sort of attention you're showing her." He looked at me with an angry face and I stood there unruffled.
"The lady picked me not you, you wimp!"
"Oh yeah? Ask her if she still wants you, go on and ask her." He got out of his seat and came at me face to face.
"It's none of your business asshole."
"No, you're right, it wasn't but you made it my business to protect this woman when you started sexually harassing her." He pushed me forcefully in the chest and as quick as lightning I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back in a deadlock. His face winced in pain as I moved it up his body a little more. "Now apologize to the lady."
"What for?" I moved it up a little further and he groaned.
"Sorry." His first apology was a little too quiet.
"She didn't hear you."
"Sorry," he said loudly. I let my death grip go and he shook out his arm and screwed up his face as he made his way back to his table a defeated man.
My attentions turned to Monica and in a soft voice I asked,
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, and thank you. I hate leeches like that." Her narrowed eyes looked over to him. I wanted to ask what he'd whispered to her but that was going too far. After a few seconds of eye contact I began to walk back to my seat but she grabbed my arm.
"Stay with me a while?"
"I'm meeting someone," I paused thinking. She then did something unexpected. She reached out and with a hand behind my back pulled me in closer then kissed me. I went to pull away but she moved with me. All this part of the script was ad libbing. What came next was all guided by our emotions. It had seemed ages since I'd kissed her last so I couldn't stop. I opened my mouth and sucked on her lower lip until she also opened hers. I tasted a little smoke on her but it was almost sexy. We were going at it with full force and our hands moved over each other's backs. I could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra, maybe she wasn't wearing panties either.
The waiter had to say it twice before it registered.
"Get a room you two." We just gazed into each other's eyes and knew he was right. She took my hand and walked me out another door that the audience believed led to the hotel rooms upstairs.
"Cut!" called out Roxanne. The camera crew were clapping and cheering. "Well sweeties, that's a first." We looked at each other blankly. "That was so hot we don't need to retake any of it." She turned to the cast and crew. "Bedroom scene crew, take five. The rest of you, well done. Don't forget your complimentary box of chocolates on the wait out." Her attention was back on us.
"John, Monica, you were sensational. If you're just as hot in the bedroom as you were just then, you're going to make it big. I've seen that videotape of yours, I know you can do it."
"Come, I'll show you the bedroom."
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'COME' Part 2
We flew in the door of Monica's hotel room like a couple of teenagers madly kissing and groping each other's bodies. Monica flipped off her shoes and I took off my jacket and let it flop to the floor all without unlocking our lips.
I stopped for a moment and she looked puzzled.
"Let's take this slowly and let it last," I made sure my voice was low and husky just like our 'phone sex' in the truck on the way to Vegas. She smiled with lust filled eyes and we moved in for a slow sensuous kiss. The camera was right near us but we were too engrossed in each other to notice. My hands roamed ever so slowly down her back feeling the soft material and her shapely curves underneath. My fingers felt down her spine to her ass and rested there for a moment before feeling every inch. The fabric bunched up as I massaged her. Her hand ran through my hair and put on pressure to kiss more deeply.
Her other hand played with the rim of my jeans and pulled out my T-shirt. We lost all awareness of the cameras as we slowly undressed near the bed, rarely breaking our locked mouths. I searched for Monica's skirt fastener and undid it and slowly moved the fabric down over her thighs. I didn't see the camera moving along with my hands. My fingers revealed that she was indeed wearing a thong. Her ass must look so sexy to the camera, I just imagined. She kicked her skirt away and ran her fingers up along my sides as she lifted my T-shirt up and over my head.
Her eyes drifted down with hunger over my bare chest and her fingers trailed over my pecs. This stirred me up deep inside and the previous thought of not being able to perform flew out the window. I was becoming hard for her. As we kissed some more Monica ran the back of her hand over my hard, bulging mound in my pants and I groaned with pleasure at her touch and threw my head back. As I did her tongue went to my nipples. Her nose nuzzled into my chest as she gently bit and tugged.
After the lavish attention on my chest she kissed down and licked my navel in and out, in and out. I hoped she would get to my pants soon because the pressure was becoming unbearable. She undid the button of my jeans and then rubbed over my bulge with her nose and kissed it before taking the zip down with her teeth all the time growling and looking up into my eyes. Still crouching down her hands found the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down pulling my briefs along with them. As she pulled the pants down over my thighs my erection broke free and I felt relief. Her tongue trailed down from the tip promising to continue to the job after my jeans, socks and shoes were off.
I was totally bare now but she still had two articles of clothing that had to be removed. She undid the buttons of her black shirt and slowly opened the front exposing her bare breasts to me. She gave me a good view of her perfect body in her red thong before she crouched down again and took me in her mouth. It was slow at first but it was the most marvelous feeling. I grabbed her hair and pulled as she fitted as much in her mouth as possible. Her mouth was hot on me as she worked her magic tongue over the sensitive she near the head.
"Oh baby, that's good." My hormones were beginning to take over but I didn't want to come just yet. This was to be slow and sexy. I stroked her cheek and she let go sensing the same feelings as me. "Remember I want this to last. Come here baby."
She stood up and my fingers made their way to the rim of her thong and I pulled it down. I threw it across the room and pulled her down on top of me on the bed. Her knees landed either side of my hips and I could feel the head of my throbbing erection flick across her clit. I was so tempted to just ram into her but this was for an audience and we were being paid for our talents so had to restrain myself.
"Oh," she sighed loudly as she moved her body so that my cock rubbed her clit. My thoughts momentarily went back to the porno movies I'd seen and rarely had I witnessed evidence that the females derived as much pleasure from the act than the men. I was determined that the camera would show Monica's orgasm with me inside her. Rolling her onto her back I lightly rested on top of her and kissed her deeply again.
The gasps coming from Monica as I ran kisses over her neck and down to her breasts weren't the only sounds in the room. We must have been convincing because I thought I heard some groans and moans from the crew. Then it was my turn to suck her breasts. I opened my mouth wide and took as much in as I could and suckled. Monica arched her head back and growled.
"Oh that's good. Suck all of me." After suckling her other breast my mouth and tongue moved down to her shaved pubic area where I'd left only a little hair. Perfect I thought for the camera to see exactly what I was going to do. Her legs were already wide for me so with my fingers I spread apart her labia and began my assault on her clit. The camera could see and I could feel that it was hard. When I had licked all her juices my tongue pushed into her. She bucked her hips slightly indicating to go faster. It was her turn to pull my hair; the pain of it causing me to forcefully tongue fuck her. She was responding a little too well to all this so I slipped my tongue out and made my way up her body again. Deliberately leaving my dick teasingly near her entrance, I kissed her mouth again.
I could hear heavy sighs that weren't coming from the woman below me and imagined some of the crew were probably getting a little overheated by now. What we were doing was definitely better and more convincing than any porn movie I'd seen before. Here were two people who also loved each as well as having explosive sex. We were getting paid for this bit of heavenly pleasure.
"Push it in me now, I need you in me," she almost squeaked the words. I sat up and placed my knees inside hers then held my firm cock and ran it around her opening collecting her hot juices. The head rested in her for a moment before I pushed slowly into her all the way. There was more than one gasp as I began pumping her. Her juices glistened on my dick and I knew the camera would see her obvious sexual yearning for me.
"Ahhhhh, yesssss, morrrrrre deeper." Quickening my pace was starting to build me up to the final orgasm again but this needed to last even longer. She somehow sensed this and moved up so that I slipped out of her. She rolled over on all fours and I took her Doggie style. My hands rested on her butt as my thumbs teased apart her cheeks. We could easily see my cock pushing into her. Her ass was so perfect. My thumbs did sweeps of her velvet skin before leaving her hips to massage her hanging breasts then run my hands over her shoulders and back to their place on her ass.
"You like this?" I growled.
"Yesssss," she hissed. "Oh my god! I'm going to come." I knew it by the tell tale spasms on my dick. I wanted the camera to see this orgasm of hers so pulled out and ran my dick in long lines beside her clit. The camera and I saw it all and I almost came also from the sheer eroticism of it but held on. I had more plans. Her breathing was rough as we saw the quivering clit and more juices run out of her. Before she had time to finish I was in her again pushing madly. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as I pumped relentlessly. My hand reached around and I touched her still sensitive clit and lightly ran my fingers over it. She'd had two orgasms in quick succession before; I wondered if I could prolong this one.
"Come on baby," I growled. "You can do it for me. Come again for me baby."
"Oh fu-uck!" she groaned as my fingers moved faster on her. My cock was on the verge of explosion when I felt her second wave.
"Yes, just like that, come for me big. Ahhhh." I couldn't keep my emotions in any more.
"Oh yeah... shit..." her voice was feathery.
The orgasm was building and showed promise of rivaling any I'd had with my woman so far. As hers was slowing mine hit and I almost lost my grip on the bed with the sheer force of it.
"Oh shit!" I called as I effervesced into her whole body filling her every cavity. Wave after wave hit me and I found it hard not to fall on this woman. As I felt the final rivulets of pure pleasure my hands absently felt up and down her thighs. We stayed just rocking on the bed for minutes absorbing every atom of this heaven.
When I eventually pulled out, my juices combined with hers oozed out of her and dripped on the bed. She flopped on her stomach and I rested next to her with an arm draped across her back.
"Um," I eventually had the energy to talk feeling her hair tickling my lips.
"Ye-es," she said sleepily.
"After that amazing sex," I spoke with my 'phone sex' voice again. "Do you think we could exchange names?"
I felt her shudder in a laugh and I smiled and kissed her shoulders.
"That's a wrap!" We hear Roxanne's voice.
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Chapter Eight
Reyes:
"And I need a drink," Roxanne said as she fanned herself with one of the scripts. "Jesus Christ, if you two keep it up we're all going to suffer from heat stroke in here. Great job! I can't wait to see what you do on my location shoots. Take your time getting up. God knows I am having a little trouble walking just from being back here. Raoul, get them a couple of robes, will ya?" Raoul nodded and got two white bathrobes and handed them to us. "Great job everybody! I can't wait to see how well this one goes on the site!" Roxanne smiled and left the room.
I lay on my stomach after hearing Roxanne's command. It was blistery hot on the room and my hangover had finally started to subside. After all, I had no time to think about it during this last sexual excursion with John. Damn, he was soooo good. It almost made me forget about his fling with the cheap blonde, but the fact of the matter that still remained was he never told her about me. There had to be something done about that little fact alone and I had an idea of how I could get that accomplished.
"What are you doing today?" John whispered to me in his sexy voice.
"Probably getting something to eat and going back to the hotel so I can shower and get some rest." Eating and shower, yes. Rest? Well, probably not if he was going to be around.
"Can I spend the day with you?" He looked at me with these puppy-dog eyes that were begging my forgiveness.
I looked deep into his eyes. I could tell he still felt pain for what he had done, but for some reason it still wasn't good enough. I wanted him to be mine forever, but I couldn't make it work when he'd been insincere to two people.
"Under one circumstance," I started as I paused for a moment," Your nipples get done today."
John rolled his eyes and flopped to his back. "I was hoping you forgot about that."
"Bet's a bet, John. Come on, I'll be there with you and I promise I will make it worth your while." I shot a playful grin at him knowing that he hadn't seen that since his little problem began.
We put on our robes and headed back out to the bar area where the party was last night. I was pretty spent from this morning and wanted nothing more than to crash into bed, but I wanted to make today a lot of fun...at least for me. Roxanne was at the bar drinking a shot of something.
"I had your clothes put in the bathroom. I figured you would want to at least get some rest, Monica. I can't believe what I just saw in there. It's the best chemistry I have seen between two people in a long time." Roxanne spoke in her sexy voice. She eyed me up and down again, much to John's disapproval. "You two get some rest. I have a shoot planned for Lake Havasu in a few days. I got the lake shut down for the shoot and was able to get some more time so the other 'employees' can have some fun, so be ready for that, OK? And let me know when you have your account information handy so I can wire the money to you for this."
"Thanks, Roxanne." I said.
"Mon, I'm gonna go get dressed," John said as he darted off to the bathroom. Perfect: Time for my plot to unfold.
"Roxanne, could I ask you something?"
"Anything." She took a swig of her drink.
"Body piercing...Where did you get yours done?" My wheels were turning.
"I can't remember the name of the place, but it's on the strip past Circus Circus. They do tattoos and piercing."
"Can I use your phone really quick?" I started to sound anxious, but if I was going to have the effect I wanted, I needed to move quickly and discreetly. Roxanne nodded and I went to the phone at the end of the bar. I dialled Eric's pager number quickly and hung up the phone. Moments later the phone rang and Roxanne answered it.
"It's for you," she said as she handed it over to me.
"Hello?" I said.
"Monica," It was Eric. "Hey cutie what'd you need? Is he bugging you still?"
"It's still not right, Eric. I know he's holding out still. He hasn't told her about me yet." My voice almost sounded desperate, but I knew it was convincing.
"Well, I know it's only been a couple days and I just got here, but fuck it. I'm coming out there. I can do my digging there for a couple of days. It's time I set that guy straight for you. He obviously doesn't know what he's got. I'll call you at your hotel room when I get off the plane." His voice sounded excited. Deep down inside I was, too. I had a master plan I knew would work. I hung up the phone when I saw John approaching.
"Your turn," he said with a sexy smile on his face. God, that was always the hook for me. Wait until I get him back to my suite...
I went and changed my clothes and we went outside and got the truck. We headed off to Wells Fargo Bank and opened up our checking accounts and then we went to have a quick lunch. When we were done with that I took him to the tattoo parlour that Roxanne recommended for piercing. We walked in and there was this guy who looked like he was affiliated with the Hells Angels: Tattoos down both arms, long, ratted hair, piercings in his face, and latex gloves on his hands.
"What can I do for you?" he asked in a rough voice.
"Yes, he's here to get his nipples done," I replied with a smile.
John looked over at me with a worried look on his face. No, make that petrified. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked.
"I'll be enjoying you more later," I said seductively.
The piercer got two stainless silver rings out from under a glass counter and motioned for us to go with him to the back. The place smelled of incense of some kind, though I seriously doubt it was the legal type. We went to the back room and there was a padded table in the middle of the room with a tray of various needle sizes, Vaseline, Listerine, a sink, and a box of latex gloves.
"Lay down," the guy told John. "Take off your shirt."
John did as he was told. He handed his shirt to me and the piercer opened a sterile needle and the two nipple rings. He took the silver beads off of both of them and dipped the ends in the Vaseline and set them on the tray. He rubbed John's nipples down with some alcohol really quick and then took a marker to mark the spot where he was going to pierce so that both would be the same. I could tell John was getting nervous as he fidgeted a little.
"This is going to hurt. I'm not gonna lie to you, so you might want to take in a deep breath." John sucked in a deep breath as the piercer took the needle and pushed it through the first nipple.
"JESUS CHRIST!" John shouted. The piercer looped the first nipple and went to the next one receiving the same response as the first one. When the beads were snapped on, I handed John his shirt. Tears were forming in his eyes and his face was beet red.
"Make sure you keep those clean and try not to play with them. Use liquid Dial to clean them in the shower and you can also use Hibiclens. Don't use alcohol or peroxide. You can speed up the healing process by taking zinc supplements. You can pay up front." The piercer left the room.
John's nipples pierced made me hot for him. The looked really sore and red, but I couldn't help but picture myself biting and nibbling on those things. He put his shirt back on and grimaced when the material rubbed past his nipples.
"I hope you're happy," he grumbled as he stood up.
"Oh, I'm very happy," I said smiling. We went up front and paid for the service and went back to my hotel room at the MGM. When I opened the door John looked around, amazed at the size of the place.
"So this is the room you won?" He asked.
"Yep, has a couple of things I still haven't tried." I led him to the bedroom and pointed at the bed and then pointed to the marble-tiled bathroom with the Jacuzzi. "I'd like to try them with you." I turned to face him, rubbing my hands against his crotch. My touch resulted in his immediate response of erection. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. He bent down and pressed his lips firmly into mine, opening his mouth for a duel of tongues.
"I want you, Monica. I want you in the Jacuzzi." John growled in between kisses. I could feel the electricity igniting our passion once more. It was almost like I could never say no to him. I broke free of him and headed for the door. "Where are you going?"
I grabbed the ice bucket that was on the table by the door. "I'll be right back. Get the water running, OK?" I walked out the door and down the hall to the ice machine. It had an 'out of order' sign on it so I had to go to the next floor to get some ice. When I came back to the room John was already in the spa with the jets running.
"What took you so long?" John asked over the noise of the jets.
"Had to get some ice." I shook the bucket and set it on the nightstand by the bed.
"What are you gonna do with that?" He asked with a devious smile.
"You'll find out," I smiled back. I stood in the doorway as I stripped my clothes off slowly, one at a time. John stared with hunger in his eyes and I could tell his breathing was getting heavy. I could read all over his face that he was on fire for me. After I kicked away the last article of clothing I slowly walked into the bathroom staring into John's eyes with each step. I opened the shower door and turned the showerhead on; I needed to at least shave everything. "I'll be right out."
"Hurry," I heard John through the shower spray.
I rushed through my shower, washing my hair and shaving as quickly as I could. The look that John was sending me was going to the core of my soul. I turned off the shower and stepped out, showing him my wet, naked body.
"Get in here," he ordered. I did as he told me and I slowly put my feet into the hot steamy water. I stood over him as he put his hands on my hips and slowly pulled me down onto his lap. I pinned him against the side with my arms around his neck aggressively kissing him with full tongue action. I stuck it in as far as I could get it to taste every drop I could of him. I growled into his throat and that seemed to make him respond back aggressively as he tightly gripped my ass. I could feel his hardness rub against my clit which was swelling to astronomical proportions.
My body had reacted so quickly to him I didn't know if I could handle any foreplay this time. I moved down his neck, sucking, licking, and biting him as I went along. He tasted so good to me I could eat him alive. He groaned loudly and wrapped a set of fingers in my wet hair. I ran my fingers down his chest, lightly touching his sore nipples and playing with his new additions. He gasped in pain, but I knew it would hurt him but I didn't care. He was ultimately going to suffer in the end when I was through with him.
My lips followed my hands down his chest and I could feel John watching my every move. He pulled me back to his lips and our mouths met openly in the heat of the moment. I loved the breathing he used when he kissed me. I loved the way it tasted; I love the way he tasted. He pushed his hard erection into my center and I pushed down on him as I went down. I felt myself getting light headed from the initial joining but I rode him up and down as the pleasure from it all was worth it.
"I want you in the bed..." I moaned. I threw my head back and he kissed my neck and tasted my flesh with his tongue.
"Not yet.." He growled. He suckled on my breasts as he pushed up into me hard, causing me to jerk violently. I felt like coming for him just from his forcefulness.
"God, John..." I whispered as I ran my tongue across his lower lip. I felt myself approaching a climax. "I need to stop.." I pushed off of him and I got out of the spa and headed for the bed. I got on the edge on my knees and I felt his hand on my head, pulling it back into his mid-section. He kissed my neck, licking and biting harder than before. It hurt a little but it excited me. I turned around and sat on the edge in front of him and licked him from his navel to his collar bone, my hands following. I went back to his piercings and stopped.
I put a piece of ice in my mouth and started to suckle on his jewelry, going from one side to the other. I could see John's legs tense from my little torture. When the ice was melted, I moved down to his hard cock, coolness still filling my mouth. When I engulfed him he jumped a little from the sudden coolness. I swallowed all of him as I massaged his balls and the inside of his thighs. His head bobbed back and forth with my up and down movements, causing me to suck him harder.
"God Monica, how do you do that to me?" He was moaning loudly now and his reaction was about to put me over the edge. John pushed me down on my back and he entered me hard again. I ran my fingers down his back; digging into him so hard I drew blood from his skin. I laced my legs with his to pull him in more. He stopped and picked me up, arms under my knees.
He slammed me into the wall by the bathroom as he forced himself into me harder and harder as I struggled to catch my breath. I grabbed his nipple rings knowing it would hurt and gave them a little squeeze. John pushed into me so hard I thought my tailbone was going to bruise from this session of hotness. He put me back onto the bed where I got onto all fours and he entered me with a handful of my hair in his hands.
Simultaneously he pulled on my hair and he pushed inward. He moved both hands down to my shoulders by my neck. I could feel him swell as he pumped harder and harder. "Fuck, Monica!!" He was starting to hyperventilate the closer we both got. His hands were squeezing me so tight they were starting cut off my air supply. Blood rushed to my face as I felt my clit quivering over his cock,
"Come on, baby, do it again like before." I reached a hand around behind me to gently push him off of me and he went to his back. I kissed him hard as I straddled him with my back facing him. I rubbed his hard cock over my clit, massaging gently.
His breathing was short and sharp as I did this and I gently glided him back into me. I rubbed his balls more as I bobbed up and down on him. I felt his hands in my hair once more and he pulled hard, forcing my head back. One hand went to the skin on my back and what nails he had dug into my flesh. He was getting close so I rode him harder and harder with each downward motion.
"Monica...I...I'm soooo..." I felt him spill into me and I came a second time with every muscle tensing in my body. I got up off of him and lay down with my arm across his chest. I kissed his flesh as his chest rose and fell quickly from our activity. "God I love you..."he whispered to me.
"Really?' I asked. "Then why don't you level with me?"
"What do you mean?" There was confusion in his voice.
"Have you told her about me?" I looked up to his eyes.
"Who?"
"Jesus, you know who. That blonde bimbo you hang out with."
"Does it matter?" That answered my question.
"Actually yes, and I take that as no she doesn't know." The phone rang and I answered it. I was expecting John's response, but it still stung nonetheless. "Hello?"
"Baby, it's Eric. My plane just landed. Can you get me?" Eric's voice sounded excited. Inside I was, too.
"Of course. I'll be there shortly." I hung up the phone and looked over at John.
"Who was that?" John asked.
"Put your clothes on. I am going to drop you off at your other girlfriend's place so you can tell her what is really going on. I need to pick someone up at the airport." I got up and put my clothes on. Blue jeans, my Doc Martens, and a black mini top with spaghetti straps and no bra.
"Mon, does it matter?" John asked in desperation as he put his clothes on.
"If you love me as much as you say you do, then yes." I was stern about it and he wasn't going to weasel his way out of it. We went down to the truck in the parking garage and he just slumped into his seat. He gave me directions to the slut's place and I parked out front.
"What happens after I tell her?" He asked softly.
"I don't know right now," I replied as I stared straight ahead. "That hurts. What you do makes me hurt inside. I can't live without you, but if you keep doing this to me I don't think I can handle it. You need to figure it out." John got out of the truck and I locked the doors with the electric switch on the inside of my door. I pushed the passenger window button and lowered the glass a little.
"Monica, I love you." John peered into the crack in the tinted glass.
"We'll see how much you really do love me, John." I bit my lower lip.
"Who are you getting from the airport?" His hands were resting on the door.
I looked over at him with my chin tucked down. "I'm picking up Eric." I peeled off leaving a stunned John no chance to react to my last statement. I didn't look back to watch his reaction as I drove off to the airport. Eric was waiting at the curb and I stopped to let him in. He had dyed his hair black and was starting to sport a goat-t on his chin. He had a carry on bag and a laptop with him. I put the brakes on the truck and got out to greet him.
"I just can't stay away from you, Monnie." Eric laughed as he put his arms around my waist and picked me up in a bear hug. "Where's the boyfriend?" He looked around to find John.
"I dropped him off at his girlfriend's house so he could explain to her why he smells like me..."I smiled devilishly.
Eric put his arm around me and we both leaned against the truck. "Let me get this straight...You did him and then took him back to her..." I nodded and he threw his head back in laughter. "Turning the tables...Paybacks are a bitch. Since he's nowhere to be found..." Eric faced me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips that was electrifying. "If he can't shape up he's going to lose out big time. Come on, I'll drive us back." He put his stuff behind the driver's seat as we got into the truck and he pulled out into traffic as we made our way back to the hotel. "So what's new?"
I told him about my first shoot that morning and I could see the lust forming in his eyes. "Sorry I missed that. You show that chick your home video?" I nodded with a smile. "Well, then, I hope I get to see a little more of that filming action while I'm here." He grinned and placed a hand on my knee.
We made our way back to the hotel and he put his stuff on the sofa. "This is a nice place that you won, cutie." He wrapped his arms around my waist and his green eyes looked deep into mine. "So what else did you do to him prior to my arrival?"
I told him about the bet John and I placed and the piercing session with his nipples.
"You just love torture, don't you?" He joked as he tickled my sides as I laughed and struggled to get away from him. We ended up on the bed with him pinning me down. His lips inches from mine we sat there in silence for an eternity. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. At this moment in time with John not coming up to par I wouldn't mind having a go with Eric. Eric pulled away from me shaking his head. "I can't do this to you. It would just be bringing you down to his level. I don't want to be the one you rebound to. If I have you I want it to be right." He whispered in my ear and he buried his face in my shoulder and hugged me. Reality came back to me as well and I agreed. It wasn't the time. "Though I am gonna get under his skin while I am here..." We both laughed and he got up and headed to the couch. "I'll be out here if you need me." He closed the shudders to the bedroom and I readied myself for bed. I was spent from the sex with John and my muscles were feeling sore. With Eric here I should sleep quite well tonight.
Chapter Nine
Candy:
The moment I'd laid eyes on John DiSalvo it was lust at first sight. He'd walked into the bar and the initial thing I'd noticed was his lithe body and the way he wore his clothes. It all just made me determined to see what was underneath them. I knew I would. I could have just about any man I wanted so I only chose the best. It was when I walked up to him and saw those crystal blue eyes, that perfectly chiseled face and then heard his magic voice, it made me even more determined.
He liked what he saw too. That expression on any man was a dead give away. I didn't hesitate to lure him into my clutches. An unmarried, sexy man like him was a rare find and I'd wondered whether he'd perhaps been married recently but feeling the smooth area on his ring finger revealed that this was not the case. Men could be putty in a beautiful woman's clutches and I knew I'd lured him when he actually followed me to the strip club.
The hours of working out each week paid off when it came to my line of work. I was the most highly paid stripper at the club and the tips I made kept me living a very comfortable lifestyle. The club had paid for my hotel room during my employment there which helped me to save a deposit on an apartment close by. It would only be a month or two then and I'd be able to move out and into my own place.
John had been with me twice and each time we had made out. Something bothered me though. Both times we'd ended up in bed but it had stopped short of physical union. The first time I'd given him a blow job and he'd worked wonders on my pussy with those nimble fingers of his but when I'd rolled on top of him wanting to go further he gently placed me back on the bed and said he had to go. There was no excuse. He just kissed me then left, leaving me wondering if I'd see him again.
The second time he stayed with me the whole night after the party at Roxanne's. We'd ended up in bed once again, this time working his magic with his tongue on my body but again stopped short of making love. He fell asleep beside me and I'd watched his adorable face and the gentle rise and fall of his chest for at least an hour before I too fell victim to sleep. All through our make-out sessions he'd appeared agitated somehow and it all seemed to stem from his acquaintance with the dark haired lady who'd entered the amateur night at the club. She had a great body and her act was clearly the best but no way was I going to lose him to her.
I had plans to get him into bed and have my way with him soon no matter what.
When there was a knock on my hotel room door I considered adding some more clothing but decided just to keep on my oversized T-shirt. I liked to be comfortable in my own quarters so wore no underwear, just the one article. Whoever it was would probably be leaving soon anyway.
"John!"
"Hi Candy." He looked adorable in his navy blue T-shirt and those jeans that hugged all the right places.
"This is a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you. Come in." As he walked to the sofa and sat down my eyes inadvertently scrolled down to his chest. It took me only moments to realize what John had done. "So are those to enhance your performance at the club's next amateur night?" I grinned.
He looked down and chuckled,
"Put it this way, I lost a bet."
"Oh? Want to tell me?" Sitting next to him on the sofa I leaned in and touched each ring through the fabric and knew he was still tender. He tried not to show his discomfort to me.
"Can I see?" My hands went down to pull up his T-shirt but his hands quickly covered mine stopping them in their path. I looked into his eyes for the reason but his face softened and he let me continue the journey. Oh, how I wanted this man! We had shared a bed the previous night and I wanted our relationship to go further.
I pulled out his T-shirt and I lifted it, careful not to cause more pain. My fingers trailed north over his abdominal muscles and chest then pulled the T-shirt up and over his head.
"Ooh, very nice." I marveled at his shapely chest hardly looking at the rings at all.
"You must tell me more about this bet of yours but first, have you eaten?" He shook his head.
"Come on, I was about to have dinner. I always make a double lot anyway, so I can have some the next day." As I took his hand he went for his T-shirt.
"Uh uh John, leave it off!" My voice had sexy resolve.
"Okay then," he chuckled. I could feel his eyes burning into me from behind. The T-shirt I was wearing barely covered my ass and he certainly would have shown him I wasn't wearing underwear. Every step I made from then on was luring him more and more into my trap.
We'd had dinner when John asked if he could take a shower. I thought this odd because he had his own place to shower but at least it was keeping him with me. He still hadn't told me why he was there. Was it for sex at last?
The sound of the water running and the image of John's naked, glistening body drew me to the bathroom. I slipped the T-shirt over my head noiselessly and opened the shower door. He turned quickly at the intrusion.
"Candy, we can't do this." I was surprised by this comment especially with what we'd done the previous two days.
"Oh?" My fingers went to his chest and trailed their way down changing his mind with every centimeter. John's obvious enjoyment of my fingers' journey was beginning to show. It was all too easy to turn men on. I knew there had been something on his mind but that could be discussed later. All I wanted to do then was give him pleasure.
"So, who goes first with the soap?" My question was answered as John lathered up his hands then went to my shoulders first. As he relathered and covered my body with his hands, not leaving any part untouched, his eyes followed his every movement. He was enjoying soaking in the feel of my skin and curves and it was exciting me beyond words. When he lingered at my pussy and once again brought me to screaming orgasm I knew I had to have him in bed that night. Our relationship needed to be cemented with physical union.
It was my turn with the soap and lathered his whole body before getting the washcloth and wiping it all off with slow deliberate strokes. Every so often we stopped to kiss. This man was the best kisser I'd ever known. He started off slowly just touching my lips with his then began brushing them across mine. He used his tongue to gently pry open my mouth and as soon as my mouth opened his did too and he plunged in, rocking our bodies from side to side, as our mouths locked in a drawn out, erotic kiss.
My hands trailed down to his now very stiff cock and my fingers wrapped around it. As we continued the kiss I gave him a hand job, slowing down every so often to feel his rock hard balls. I felt the breath from his nose on my cheek and knew he was beginning to orgasm, indicating for me to go faster. The faster I went the more breath I felt on my skin. The small whimpers coming from his throat urged me on. Then I felt extra warmth on my hand and stomach and a guttural groan and felt smug in the fact I could do this for him.
We'd washed everything off our bodies, toweled each other dry when I took him by the hand to my bed.
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Doggett:
All thought of Monica and what she'd asked me to do left my mind as I looked at the heavenly creature in front of me. Not only did her skin radiate a golden color, her face glowed on seeing me, her beautiful large green eyes locked with mine, but also she had a body to die for. I knew I was in lust not love but I couldn't help my thoughts. It was as though my mind and body had no control when I was with her. I loved Monica and wanted her but she was acting strangely lately and I wasn't sure if she felt about me the same way. I'd told her I loved her but she hadn't replied the way I'd expected. The sex was terrific though. Our bodies just meshed as though they were always meant to be together.
Why was Eric coming back, that snark? I hoped it was to give us some good news about his findings in DC and not to claim Monica for himself now that there was a little tension between us.
After the meal then shower, Candy had asked me to her bed and I couldn't refuse. There was something about her that was irresistible. She could have any man so why she chose me was incomprehensible. There must have been other men and recently. Who could not look at her and see her radiant beauty and lust fill their very being.
We slipped under the covers and we held each other close.
"So Candy, why me?" I needed to hear it from her own lips.
"You John? You're just about the sexiest guy I've ever known and you're not married. You don't know how many married men out there I have to reject."
"You haven't got a boyfriend?" She wriggled a little uncomfortably and I urged her to talk. "Tell me about him." She paused an inordinate amount of time but I allowed her some grace before replying.
"We had a silly misunderstanding. I don't really want to talk about it, okay?"
"Okay," I said slowly.
"So I noticed you talking to the woman who won amateur night. You know her?" It was my turn to be uncomfortable as it all rushed back into my memory. The real reason Monica had dropped me off there was to explain about our relationship to Candy, and what had I done? We were in bed together after bringing each other to thunderous orgasms in the shower.
She began running fingers over my hip and around to my ass and placed her lips on mine as I thought. She was beginning foreplay once again and I knew I had to make a decision whether to pleasure her without consummation or to just go ahead and do it no matter the circumstances. I was still debating this as she leaned in for a longer kiss and I felt her breasts and crotch against me. Once again my body was taking over and I knew that this time we'd go further.
I lay on top of her looking into her delirious, sex smitten eyes as both our bodies were ready for final union. My cock pressed against her wetness and I was about to push inside. It was then we heard a loud crash come from the other room. We both jumped at the sounds and I put a finger to her lips and went,
"Shhh, do you have a gun?"
"In the top drawer," she whispered. She drew the covers to her when I got out of bed to find the gun. Weapon out in front I quietly moved to the other room to see what the commotion was about but saw the front door open and a figure attempt to leave.
"Freeze, I have a weapon!" The figure stiffened and turned to face me, something in his hand. Just then Candy came out of the bedroom with a robe on.
"Rocky, what are you doing?" I looked at Candy with disbelief. She knew this guy? "What's that in your hand?"
"Ah..," was all he could say.
"Give it here!" Candy walked over to him and took what very much looked like a videotape.
"That's our tape Rocky. What were you doing?"
"I see you didn't waste any time. Who's he?"
"He's a friend."
"Looks like more than a friend, you sleeping with him?" Realizing I was still naked I went back into the bedroom to at least put on some clothes. As I pulled up my briefs I could hear heated banter coming from the other room. Rocky must have been this recent boyfriend of hers. She clearly still held a flame for him.
The talk stopped and I heard the front door slam just as I was pulling up my jeans. When my T-shirt was going over my head Candy came back into the room.
"What was that all about?"
"We made a porn videotape together and he was worried I was going to sell it. He's a clergyman's son and it would be devastating for the family if it ever got out. I wasn't going to sell it, I was only joking but he thought I was serious."
I pulled up my socks and began tying up my Nikes.
"John, what are you doing?" I saw disappointment in her eyes but I just had to do this. Monica was my love not Candy. If it wasn't for our intruder I would have impaled Candy with my trusty sword by now and that deed alone could have meant a lifetime without the love of my life.
I was going to have to make it all up to her somehow. As I kissed Candy on the cheek and told her I'd see her soon I tried not to look at her eyes as I made my way to her door. Tomorrow morning I'd pay a visit to the florist on the way to Monica's hotel to try and make peace.
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Chapter Ten
Reyes:
I awoke to the sound of Eric typing on his laptop. I opened the shudders to the bedroom and he sat there with jeans on and no shirt. From his Spaniard heritage he has a nice bronze color to his skin and he had a tribal tattoo on his right bicep. He must have heard me because he looked up and smiled.
"Morning, beautiful. Sleep good?" He had such a beautiful smile.
I nodded. "Yeah, the best since I've been here. I'm gonna take a shower." I grabbed a fresh mini-tee, bra and underwear and headed in for my shower.
As the hot water hit me, I could still smell John's scent on me. There was something about that man's natural scent that seemed like it was love potion number; it drove me absolutely wild. I shampooed and soaped up, rinsing it all away monetarily afterwards. I got out and towel-dried myself off and ran a brush through my wet hair. I heard a knock at the door and I quickly put my clothes on and rushed out. When I got to the door Eric had already answered it: John was standing there with a dozen red roses and a pissed off look on his face since I wasn't the one who answered the door.
Eric was sarcastic as ever. "For me, John? You cutie, you shouldn't have."
"Fuck you, Eric," John blurted out as he came inside the room.
Eric took a sniff of the air and so did I: Her perfume...had to be her perfume.
"Well, John, it would seem I'm not the one who's been fucking around. You have." Eric crossed his arms. "It would seem you think that eatin' ain't cheatin'."
"What the hell is he doing here? Did you sleep with him last night just to get back at me?" John's voice started to elevate.
"If she did what are you gonna do about it?" Eric pushed. "Doesn't feel too good, does it Johnny?"
John threw the flowers at Eric and pushed him up against the wall.
"John!" I yelled. God, were we going to have a fistfight in my room?
"Go ahead and hit me, John, if you think it will make yourself feel any better." John still had a hand pressed into Eric's shoulder with the other one raised up clenched into a fist. "What the hell's the matter with you? You have the most beautiful girl in the world and you blow it on some cheap blonde who likes to wear stenchy perfume. I would do anything to have Monnie as my own and if you keep it up, vultures like me are lying in wait. I'll take her from you, John, and you will never see her again. So why don't you get your damned hands off of me before this gets really ugly and think about that."
John blinked a few times and backed away. He then turned to me. He had this guilt-stricken look on his face. "Did you SLEEP with him?" he asked me once more.
"No. He slept on the couch last night." I said softly with honest eyes.
John looked down at the floor. He probably just what kind of ass he just made out of himself. With him closer to me I could smell that perfume that was venting from his body.
"You went to her again last night, didn't you?" My eyes drilled through him. "At least I can show restraint." I went to brush by him to see if Eric was all right and he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me around to face him.
"Monica-" he started.
I pulled my arm from him forcefully and smacked him in the chest where his piercings would be. I knocked the wind out of him and he doubled over in pain. I walked past him and went up to Eric.
"Are you okay?" I asked him as I rubbed his arm.
"Yeah. You? I'm sorry about that. Didn't want to start anything but he obviously did." Eric reached into his duffle bag and put on a tight fitting black tank top. I was stuck in a trance staring at his muscles when the phone rang. Eric smiled and looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes. "Are you gonna answer that?"
I shook my head to snap myself out of it. "Um, yeah. I probably should." I walked past John and answered the phone at the end of the couch. "Hello?"
"Hi Monica, it's Roxanne. Sorry to bother you but is John with you?" Her voice sounded a little anxious.
"Yep. He's here. What's up?" I asked.
"We have had a change in plans. I was supposed to get Lake Havasu at the end of the week for a shoot but it looks like park officials have changed their plans. They're giving it to me tomorrow which means we have to leave today to get everything set up. Can you guys make it over here right away? And bring an overnight bag just in case." She seemed to be pumped up.
"Yeah, we'll be there." I hung up the phone. "We gotta go."
"Go where?" John asked.
"That was Roxanne. We're doing a shoot at Lake Havasu tomorrow and we have to leave today." I got up and started to pack my things for the road trip.
"Can I come with you?" Eric asked with hopeful eyes.
"No," John blurted.
I shook my head. Always the jealous type even though he's got a chick on the side. "Yes, you can come." I zipped up my bag and grabbed the keys to the truck and my hotel room. "We'll have to drop him back off at his girlfriend's so he can get his things." I pointed over to John who was now sitting on the couch.
"I think we should make him walk," Eric chuckled. John didn't seem too amused, though.
"Go fuck yourself you lowlife piece of shit." John's hands were clenching so much his knuckles turned white.
"Look in a mirror lately?" Eric asked John.
Eric grabbed his duffle bag and his laptop and the three of us headed to the elevator. The doors opened and we got inside. Eric took my hand in his and gave me a peck on the cheek. John's face was turning a light shade of red and I could tell he wanted to hit him but I stood in his way. We got to the casino level and made our way through the jingling of slot machines to the escalator to the parking garage. Eric put his arm around me as we walked and I reached up and clasped my fingers with his.
"I can't believe this." John said in disgust. "You came out here just to take her away from me, didn't you?"
"If you hadn't fucked some blonde behind her back I wouldn't have to be here." I unlocked the truck and Eric took the keys from me. "I'll drive, babe." He walked me over to the passenger side and I hopped into the back and John the front. Eric got into the driver's seat and started the truck.
"You see, John, we both have what the other wants right now. You are getting what I want and I am getting what you want. The question is: how can we obtain both? You have a short little contract and when that expires, she doesn't have to do shit with you. You might want to figure out a way to dump your baggage before it's too late."
"Don't lecture me," John stared straight ahead as we made our way back to Candy's hotel room.
We pulled up out front of the nightclub and John opened the truck door. "See you soon," Eric said to him with a smile.
John got out and flashed an angry stare at us both before he went upstairs. Eric followed him with his eyes and shook his head. "He still doesn't get it. At least I can control myself a little." He pulled out into traffic and we drove over to Roxanne's.
We pulled into the back as a semi and an RV went by us. A silver Excursion was parked by the garage with a trailer hitched to the back that had a large boat and two Sea-Doos. Another trailer sat next to the Excursion with two red motorcycles tied down on it. Eric and I parked the truck by the motorcycles and got out. Roxanne came around from the front of the Excursion with short jean shorts and a sports bra top. Her olive skin tanned as she stood there and I could see Eric start to salivate. Her long black hair was in a ponytail and she wore a baseball cap that said "Las Vegas Thunder."
"Glad you could get here on such short notice. There was a BIG miscommunication with Lake Havasu's people. They thought we had the lake for tomorrow and not this weekend. We have to shoot tomorrow or else we'll be waiting a while before I can get the lake to ourselves." She looked over at Eric. "New friend?"
"Um, yeah. My moral support." I chuckled.
She looked him up and down. "Very nice." She paused. "That truck has a hitch to tow the bikes? We're going to Arizona and I want to take advantage of the 'no helmet law' there."
"Yeah, it's got a hitch. I'll hook it up." Eric squeezed my shoulder with his hand and went to hook the trailer to his truck. Moments later John arrived with Candy. I shook my head and turned away because I really didn't want to see it right now. John and Candy got out of the car and John walked up to me.
"Monica, I'm sorry for what happened at the hotel." He said in a low tone.
"I'm sorry you cheated on me." I looked deep into his eyes and shared in the painful chemistry that was running between us. I had waited so long for him only to be thrust out of the way again by his inability to see the big picture. If it hadn't been for his little venture out with a stripper I would have suggested getting hitched at one of the small chapels on the strip. That was obviously not going to happen now.
"Hey, John. Glad you could make it, too. You want to ride in the Excursion with me? Got plenty of room for a football team in there. You can bring her along. I allowed my employees to bring one guest each for this trip. We're only going to be there for a day, so I hoped you packed light." Eric came back around from hitching the trailer to see John and I locked in a stare.
"Gee, it's been so long since I last saw you..." He chuckled sarcastically and I could tell it was pissing John off. Roxanne handed Eric a Nextel phone.
"It's already set up for Direct Connect. It's like a walkie-talkie except digital. If something comes up just press the button on the side and speak. Let's go." Roxanne jogged over to her Excursion and jumped in with John and his blonde squeeze getting into the back seat. I shook my head and got into Eric's truck. We pulled out after Roxanne and we were on our way to Arizona.
"So tell me about your next shoot," Eric started as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Actually, I'm not sure what we will be doing. But, judging that she's taking a boat I think that is going to be the staging area." I replied.
"Well, all I can say is I look forward to it if it's anything like what I saw at my place." He chuckled and I remembered him taking his own video while John and I were 'busy' in his bedroom.
"I just hope it's as good as the last shoot," I said thinking about the future scenario. "With what has transpired and all."
"Monica, he brought her along. You gotta put on a good show to piss her off. Show her how he likes to be done and make her feel inadequate. I don't know if it will resolve what is going on with you two, but it's a step in the right direction." Eric paused and put a hand on my leg. "I meant what I said back in Vegas when I told John I would take you away if things didn't work out. If he can't figure out that true love has been staring at him in the face all of this time he will learn the hard way."
"Always coming to my rescue..." I laughed.
"Hey, somebody's gotta do it!" Eric laughed back. "Look how it all went with Brad, Mon. If he can't shape up then he's gonna ship out 'cause I'll be moving in." I knew Eric was serious but I'm not so sure that I was. Everything was happening too quickly for me to sort out my feelings.
Chapter Eleven
Doggett:
Candy sat right next to me in the back seat of the Excursion using the middle seatbelt and rubbed shoulders with me. Her hand fingered my thigh sending heat up to my groin. This in turn led me to remember the previous evening and how I'd resolved to go the next step with Candy and how we'd been interrupted by her intruder ex boyfriend. I'd been actually experiencing remorse about my actions thus the visit to the florist on the way to Monica's hotel room that morning but the way I was feeling now I didn't care if I'd gone that extra step. If I was being accused of sleeping with her when I hadn't then maybe I just should. Why didn't Monica believe me when I said we hadn't screwed?
Roxanne looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a light frown. I just knew all this puzzled her and why Candy was with me and not Monica. Why was Monica with Eric? She seemed to be developing a few concerns over the next shoot and frankly I was too. I still loved Monica and always would but if she was being this flippant with our relationship then it was bound to flow over into this new line of work of ours. What was this thing with Eric? The kisses and handholding, surely it wasn't just to make me jealous because that seemed so childish.
My stomach churned remembering Eric's words about only being contracted for a short time and after that there would be no more ties between us. I was at a loose end not knowing what else to do to win back her trust. It would have to come from her from then on; I'd exhausted all ways I knew how to make amends.
Candy linked fingers with mine and they felt comfortable there. This attractive woman genuinely liked me and I felt flattered.
"So Candy, isn't it? I saw you at the club." Roxanne kept her eyes on the road as she spoke.
"Yes, I've been working part time there for the past couple of years."
"Don't think I've seen you perform. Done any other work besides stripping?"
"I've done a few low budget movies and did a bit of modelling. Stripping pays better." I saw Roxanne become a little more interested in this very attractive blond beside me. Her eyes went to me for a moment.
"Maybe John, you might like to do one movie or photo shoot with Candy here. I've had this story on the backburner waiting for just the right couple to come along. It'd be perfect for you two."
Candy's eyes darted to mine. I knew she'd been invited to the party the previous evening at Roxanne's palace as had all the employees of the Maverick's Gentlemen's Club as reward for hosting the amateur night but I could tell she didn't know the exact nature of Roxanne's line of work. She probably thought she was just in the movie business. This woman next to me with the alluring green eyes and clothed in material that showed more skin than anything else looked across to me expectantly.
"I'll let you two talk. I promise to keep my ears to myself. Let me know if you want to look at a couple of scripts. I have them in the back."
As much as the idea of making a movie with this woman beside me was appealing it would probably be the way to alienate Monica for good. On the other hand if Monica caught wind of these changed plans maybe she'd come to her senses and try to stop it. After all she must know that I'd shown remorse a couple of times already with no effect. Maybe I was getting on with my life waiting for her next move.
I'd been quiet so far this trip so decided to talk.
"Roxanne, I'd like to take you up on your offer." Candy squeezed my hand so hard I thought my fingers would burst. She reached up and kissed my cheek and then my mouth. I leant into it and kissed back almost wanting forgiveness if I ever hurt her over this one.
Roxanne had seen our kiss in the rear-view mirror then pulled over to the side of the road.
"John, let's get the scripts together." She obviously wanted to talk. How hard was it to retrieve two scripts from the back of a car.
Once safely outside behind the Excursion and out of Candy's earshot she asked,
"You still okay with today at the lake because to be honest I'm a little concerned about how you and Monica are getting along?" I knew exactly what she meant.
"If you mean with Candy coming along and all? Don't worry about that Roxanne. I signed a contract and I will carry it out the best I can. I won't let you down I promise."
"Well I hope not because I still think you two have the best chemistry on screen I've come across in years." She opened the back door of the vehicle and rummaged through a few bags and produced the scripts. "This shoot could be included in your contract as one of the six. After all you had a single contract that didn't mention who you would *star* with." Just before she opened the back door for me she added, "Have you slept with her yet?"
"You mean Candy?" I know I flushed a little. I wasn't used to giving away details of my love life to others. "We haven't actually gone all the way yet."
"Good!" She said this with so much resolve that I was surprised. "All the better when you come to act out this script.' She winked and handed me the folders as she opened the door.
"Dream Man, hmmm" Candy read the movie's title then began reading through the script just as I did. I could tell our driver was anxious to see our reactions to the storyline as her eyes kept darting to us in the back seat every so often. The storyline mainly read that Candy was a beautiful shapely model who had a crush on one of the male models at work. So far to her knowledge he hadn't noticed her so she'd just dream about him at night too shy to go and make her introductions. This night she wore some sexy light blue camisole and matching panties to bed, sank into the back silk covers of her bed seductively and began dreaming of luring the man of her dreams.
Candy still had her fingers linked with mine as she clutched the script with her other hand. I could tell she liked the storyline because every so often she'd come out with a 'wow' or an 'oooh'.
In her dreams she was at a nightclub dressed in tight leather pants and light leather jacket that zipped up the front. The zip was down far enough to hint at her ample cleavage. Her ankle length stiletto boots topped off the very tempting outfit. She let her long blond hair run free. This was enough for any men in the room to look her way, but it was John the man of her dreams she would only have eyes for her that night. After trapping him at the nightclub he took her back to his apartment where she slowly did a striptease for him before he took her to his bed for a night of wild sex. There was more to the story about how in real life she eventually hooked up with this man but she mustn't have read that far yet.
I could tell Candy was beginning to see that this was one very erotic storyline.
"So you like?" Came the voice from the front seat. I could see Candy starting to put two and two together and I allowed her mind to finish the jigsaw.
"So this isn't simulated sex is it Roxanne?" The businesswoman just chuckled and allowed me to explain.
"Candy, Roxanne makes adult videos, that's what I've been contracted for."
"You mean porn? You've been involved in the porn industry? I knew you were too good to be true."
"No Candy," I took her hand in both mine. "I've just begun. I've only made one movie and we're on our way to make the second."
"You talk about 'we'."
"Yes, I made my first adult movie with Monica." I was surprised she hadn't taken her hand from mine and been more annoyed.
"So that's your connection with her. Now it all makes sense." I thought I'd better come clean about this trip because I'd promised earlier I'd reveal all.
"We're going to Lake Havasu to film another movie together."
"So you're going to have real sex with her in front of a camera?" I didn't need to reply out loud. What came out next I was surprised to hear.
"Roxanne, okay I'll do it!" There was a smile from the mirror. Candy looked across to me. "I'll do 'Dream Man' with John." There was an empowered look in her eyes and I knew that at least this way she knew we would get consummation from the relationship.
What lay ahead for me would need to be played out very carefully if I was to win back the love of my life.
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Reyes:
It was close to nighttime when we arrived at Lake Havasu. Roxanne unloaded the boat into the water and parked the Excursion over by the semi and RV. The place was quiet and serene compared to the city that never sleeps. Eric parked the truck next to the Excursion and we both got out. It was warm out with a cool breeze and it felt good to breathe some fresh air. Roxanne was at the dock tying the boat down so it wouldn't drift off during the night. A bunch of other employees had shown up also and they were camping out down the way. When Roxanne was done she came up to us.
"We'll start when the sun comes up. I've already told John so he knows. For now, whatever you do is your business. We'll do wardrobe and stuff in the RV. The semi and trailer have props if we need them and other back up equipment, so I guess I will see you in the morning. I have lodging set up at the Shiloh Inn. Just tell them your name Monica and they have a room set up for you. Take the bikes with you for now. I'll unload them in the parking lot tomorrow morning before we shoot. Gotta take advantage of no helmet law in this state while I'm here." She walked away and hopped over the edge of the boat onto its deck.
"Your boss is fine. I wouldn't mind having a go at it with her on that boat right now..." Eric said as he watched her.
"You think with your dick a lot, don't you?" I teased.
"Hey, when you are surrounded by fine women wouldn't you?" Eric pointed out.
"Well, I'm not a man, but if I found myself surrounded by gorgeous guys I'd have a little trouble concentrating I suppose..."
We both got back into the truck and headed out to the hotel to get our arranged room and board. We didn't run into John at all; for a moment I was concerned, but if he was indeed going to leave me for her I had a back up plan. Our room had two beds in it thankfully, or else one of us would be sleeping on the floor. I was not ready to even think about going any further with Eric right now; John was all I could manage to think about. Was the shoot going to do well? Were both of us going to be able to perform with our 'friends' watching? These questions plagued me as I went to sleep to the sound of Eric typing on his laptop computer.
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