Chapter 6: Lunching with Stars

They’d finished filming her lunch with three of our regular women, our porn stars. I had a family thing to attend to and had planned on popping in to see them all together after they’d had a good 2 hours to chat. That hadn’t gone to plan and instead I was getting out of my car as Emily was walking towards hers with Carla walking next to her. This was an interesting match up. Kinda reminded me of Claire, who I was glad hadn’t popped back up. The twist with her last week had thrown me a little.

Carla was one of our oriental models. She was petite but with big fake breasts. Did a couple of breeding films with us a few years ago. A fan favourite, actually quite demure and sensible for a porn star. Maybe that’s why Emily and she had hit it off. It was also interesting seeing Carla’s attire, purple and black yoga leggings with a low cut tight t-shirt. So nothing scandalous, but certainly showing off her amazing body that she knew how to use so well.

I greeted them both in the middle of the car park before they reached their car. Carla was her usual bubbly self, “Hey Jack”, waving at me. Her tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her top. I wonder what Emily made of her. Smiling and waving back. When we reached each other she trust her tits out, I grabbed one before giving her a kiss on the cheek, all as normal. She loved it and giggled loudly, “Harrr aarrrr, Jack, you naughty boy.”

“Carla, you know I can’t resist,” but I was looking at Emily. Wondering what she thought of it all. Had the conversations in there been blue enough that she was jaded to it, or was she still shocked by it all? I watched Emily’s eyes shoot from Carla’s boobs, to my now returning hand, back to Carla’s face, then to mine. She was shocked, hah and good. “And Emily, how are you?”

Carla burst out laughing and announced to the entire parking lot, “I bet her fanny’s dripping. HAARRRRR.” Luckily there weren’t many people around.

Emily swatted her lightly with, “Carla, my god,” and her head was on a pivot, looking around to see who was paying attention.

Taking the opportunity, “Well Emily, is it?” Would she scream and run away? Would she answer? I’d not had a report back from anyone on how the lunch had gone, so I had no way of knowing. This was delicious for me, oh to be in her head right this second.

I was surprised when she turned to Carla and frowned at her before turning back to me and in a very clear tone that completely ignored my sexual question, she simply said, “We had a lovely lunch, thank you.”

I decided I didn’t want to push right now. So instead, I tried something else. She had a skirt on that was knee length, as I’d asked her to. That was very exciting, now had she followed through a little more, “Was I right?”

She furrowed her brow confused. I looked down her body, clearly focusing on her skirt, hips, thighs. I was looking for a tell tale, bump, anything to give the game away. My eyes moving back up to hers after a deliberately slow investigation that she must have felt. “Are you wearing,” I was about to say sexy but I quickly took a punt and went with, “slutty lingerie, under there?”

She blushed and cast her eyes down, I had my answer. Carla then laughed again, “Oohhh Emily you dark horse.”

I pushed again, “Was I right? Does the slutty underwear make you feel good?”

She looked up but at Carla first then at me and simply nodded with a squirm in her hips. I smiled back, that was a win, a huge win. I had to get to see the footage as soon as possible. My mind hoping that we’d positioned the cameras correctly and they’d all sat where we’d planned. My mind picturing her struggling with her skirt, lacy stocking tops showing from time to time. Had she worn the dark green set, the thong, garter, stockings and bra? If so, that bra would be so visible if she took that jacket off during their lunch. That white blouse would be translucent with the right lighting. I could see that her buttons were nicely done up, so there was no cleavage but I wonder what she was like just 20 mins ago. The girls were told to encourage but not push.

Carla snapped me out of my daze, I’d been staring at Emily’s bust again. “Well I must be running, have to pick up my two boys.” With a whirlwind of hugs and kisses she was gone.

Leaving just Emily and I standing there, I quickly powered up, “You look fantastic Emily. Really fantastic.” I again looked her body up and down. Really taking it in. It certainly looked like the dark green stockings, I couldn’t be sure though in this light at this angle.