Chapter 8

With some effort, Sarah managed to get her father up mid-morning and after coffee Joe’s brother’s family headed out with Joe and Lindy, getting MacDonald’s breakfast along the way.

Disneyland turned out busy and somewhat fun, Lindy enjoying it the most being the only one who hadn’t been. They stayed the entire day, watching fireworks just after sunset before heading home a bit exhausted. Beers (several for Steve and one for Joe) and gin and tonics for the ladies and chamomile tea for Sarah, they watched another classic, Bride of Frankenstein, before heading to bed, Steve remaining on the couch drinking beer. Joe and Lindy just kissed and cuddled and slept.

Again mid-morning the two awoke. Both Sarah and Lily were in the kitchen, Sarah with her laptop doing homework. “Cereal okay?” Lily asked.

“Fine,” both Lindy and Joe said. They made it themselves and poured themselves what remained in the coffee carafe and had small glasses of orange juice. “I think I’m going to do some reading,” Lily decided, entering her bedroom and coming out with a paperback and heading into the living room.

“What are you doing?” Lindy asked Sarah.

“History. It’s kind of cool. My teacher wanted us to imagine what life was like with one of my great grandparents when they were my age.”

“Which one did you decide on?” Joe asked.

“My mom thought it would be easier to work on my dad’s side, since they’re Americans. My mom’s folks would have been in China when they were kids. Dad’s great grandparents, I guess yours too,” she giggled, “would be first generation Jewish immigrants while your guys’ mother’s folks would be on some farm in Missouri. I know it would be easiest to deal with Jews in New York, but decided to see what I could find out about Missouri in the early nineteen hundreds.”

“And?”

“It’s kind of interesting looking at provincial and rural America at that time. A lot of changes were happening.”

“I can imagine,” said Joe.

Joe and Lindy let her work, watching her make notes, adorable when a tongue emerged from the corner of her mouth. She really was a beautiful mix of genes.

“We should probably go,” Joe sighed. “Let me get you the address, Lindy and you can map it for me.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed the smartphones from their room. Both their phones were plugged in for charging. After bringing them to her, he said, “I’ll have a quick shower and you can have yours after, okay?”

“Sounds good Joe,” Lindy smiled.

Both showers were quick and they were soon headed off to Orange County, letting Sarah and Lily know they’d grab some take out before coming back. Lily gave them a flier for a Thai restaurant, recommending Pad Thai and Basil Tomato dishes.

As usual, lots of traffic made for a long trip to the man’s house, a young man as it turned out, Doug, a freshman at a local Tech school studying computer engineering. Like Lindy, he lived in the basement of his suburban family home. Tall and skinny with paper pale skin and a shock of red hair, he couldn’t look any nerdier.

“Come in,” he muttered, his eyes finding Lindy and widening.

“I’m Joe and this is Lindy,” Joe said, slipping by him. Doug made more room for Lindy, his eyes following her ass. “I really appreciate this.”

“Uhm, no problem.”

“Here,” Joe said, presenting a memory stick.

“Follow me,” said Doug.

They had entered his bedroom, the bed unmade but otherwise pretty clean and orderly. Walls had been built dividing the bedroom from the rest of the basement. “Keeps the thieves out,” Doug explained, unlocking a door. Joe and Lindy followed him into a space truncated by the bedroom, washer/drier and furnace in front of them, and around the side his office and the self-publishing equipment, the wide format printer taking up most of the space. “I put my comics on the desk. Oh shit, you need a chair. Just a second.”

While Doug went into a storage space under the stairs, pulling out a metal collapsible chair, Joe sat down on the office chair and pulled out his laptop. “Uhm, Wifi?” he asked.

“Oh right,” Doug said, attempting suave by opening up the chair and bowing with a sweeping hand to beckon Lindy to sit.

“Thank you kind sir,” Lindy giggled.

“Of course, Milady,” Doug blushed. “Uhm, let me sit where you are Joe. It’s easier if I just enter it.”

“Okay,” Joe said, impressed the young man remembered the code.

Once done, Doug hopped up and went to another computer set against the wall on a shelf. Once his password had been accepted, he plugged in Joe’s memory stick.

“Give me a minute,” said Joe, going on his site into the administration area. “I’ll write down what I need. You can see they’re numbered.”

“Yep,” said Doug. “Remember one each for me too.”

“Yes of course.” He found a lined post it pad and a pen in the middle drawer of the desk and wrote down the amount needed for each of his comics.

“Oh my,” he heard Lindy murmur beside him. When he finished, handing Doug the sheet, Doug asking, “The same size as those,” and Joe nodding, putting away his laptop, he found out about Lindy’s reaction.

Doug’s comics combined horror, sci-fi, fantasy and superheroes into porn basically, every character ridiculously inflated, kind of like Conan the Barbarian on steroids. But everything was beautifully drawn, with some pretty adventurous panels, and even with the sex content, the story was actually pretty good. He also liked that the prodigiously voluptuous blonde beauty was the heroine. “This is really good,” Joe told Doug, “but I see what you mean about the publisher. Anything not full of naked genitalia?”

“Some of my earlier stuff,” Doug admitted.

“Maybe show me some of those? And are you willing to censor?”

“I don’t know.”

“If it means national distribution?”

“I suppose.”

“What about adult stores?” Lindy offered.

“I’m not quite what they call an adult,” Doug admitted.

“Nonsense. If it’s business they won’t care, and probably even if it wasn’t.”

“Do you have extras of these?” Joe asked.

“A few.”

Lindy and Joe looked at each other. “If you trust me I could make you some sales,” Joe said. “I imagine printing all these off will take time. You take half when you bring them to comic stores?”

“Yes.”

Lindy leaned close to Joe, amused, whispering, “I could reward him with a blow job.”

“Up to you,” Joe responded with less humor.

Lindy thought about it. “More would be a dream come true I imagine.”

“Up to you,” Joe repeated. “Condoms?”

“Magnums won’t fit.”

“Skinny guys can surprise you.”

This amused her too, until he reached into his shoulder bag and brought out three regular ones attached together.

“Asshole,” Lindy muttered.

“If you don’t trust me, I can leave Lindy here?” Joe offered.

“Like a captive?” Doug asked.

“If you like.”

“Uhm.”

“You want me to try to sell them or not?” Joe asked. “While we wait for my comics to print.”

Doug knelt where he was and opened a cabinet, pulling four bags out.

“Your inventory?” Joe asked.

“Resupplies,” Doug said.

Joe handed off the condoms to Lindy, her muttering “asshole,” again before taking the bags from Doug. “It’ll be at least two hours I imagine,” Joe said.

“Take your time, asshole,” Lindy muttered. “Got any booze stashed?” Joe heard while he walked away.

“Some pot too,” he heard the reply.

It took Joe a little more than two hours to sell off the comics, getting cash sometimes or checks with Doug’s name on them. He left Doug’s number in case they wanted more. He also did some shopping, getting some flavored condoms and more flavored lube, and at the store beside the strip club some sort of ankle bracelets, more calf bracelets really, that draped down with, for one pair, bells, and the other silver chains. He thought it might be sexy if Connie made metallic sounds when she danced next time.

Returning he discovered Doug hadn’t locked the back door. He found Lindy riding reverse cowgirl Doug’s cock which turned out somewhat slim and long, a gallon bottle of cheap Vodka half-finished on the bedside table, the smell of pot mixing with the smell of sex.

Doug looked worried but Lindy kept fucking him, undisturbed. Joe set down the money and checks beside the bottle, removed his shoes and lower clothes, standing in front of Lindy who had sped up to spite him when he arrived but slowed watching him pull his penis into hardness, using some of the flavored lube. Then kneeling at the foot of the bed, he made it available for Lindy to suck, which she did, and his hands reached down, one working her nipples and the other her clit. It made her sucking less effective, but it helped bring her to orgasm, riding what turned out to be a near flaccid penis. She managed to recover enough to bring more effectiveness to her blow job, her ass now lifted above Doug’s spent penis thankfully still covered by a condom. Joe showed her another condom in its packet and lifted her mouth off by her hair, somewhat gently before leaving her face there while rolling it on, and then pulling her mouth back where it had been. Her eyes actually looked pleased at the situation or maybe amused at the flavor.

Noticing the sway of Lindy’s ass revitalizing Doug’s young cock, Joe pulled her off again and asked her, “Anal?”

“You mean like double?” she responded, wide eyed.

“Yeah.”

Her smile communicated her agreement before her mouth stretched around Joe’s cock.

“Doug?” Joe muttered.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“Put on a new condom, and use this on it and inside her butthole. Understand?” He tossed Doug the flavored lube.

“You mean...”

“Yes. But be gentle, okay?”

“Uhm okay.”

“Maybe move up? I need room.”

As soon as Doug shifted onto his butt, sitting at the head of the bed, Joe pulled Lindy’s mouth once again off his cock and slid beneath her. Her mouth met his as soon as it became available, and her hand reached down to guide him in. Once deep, his hands spanked both ass cheeks which seemed to spur her into fucking him fast. Another couple spanks and he held her against him, pulling open her ass cheeks.

Doug got the message and lubed her anus. “Use a couple fingers to open her up,” Joe instructed. With his hands busy, he bent his back enough to bring lips and tongue to each of her nipples, and despite keeping her still, managed to shift his cock subtly inside her.

Doug made no announcement when he aimed his cock at her anus and pushed through the sphincter. “Oh,” Lindy reacted. “Keep going,” she added.

“Slowly,” Joe reminded him.

A couple earlier cums, one in Lindy’s mouth, which, being too bitter for her she ended having to spit out, and the recent one in her cunt probably helped Doug to resist just pushing in deep into this newest orifice, even tighter and just as hot as the other had been, and Joe patiently waited for the cock to complete its filling of Lindy’s rectum.

Once done, his hands moving to her hips, Joe took control of the fuck, pulling and pushing her resulting in an interchange of deep cocks, sometimes altered by Doug’s own rhythm.

“Oh God. Oh God,” Lindy repeated. “So full,” she added. The intensity eventually had her moving more rapidly on Joe’s cock, and she insisted, “Fuck me Doug,” amidst it. Her initiative stopped a couple times for her to tremble tightly in orgasms, and Joe would take over the thrusting again until her need and desire restored control somewhat to her. It was the second orgasm when Doug joined her, pulling out when spent. As soon as he did, Joe rolled Lindy onto her back, coaxing them lower on the bed, separating from Doug, and worked himself hard and fast into her, his hands moving off her hips and taking hold of her breasts somewhat harshly, but the high hard thrusts and the tit mangling actually gave her a final crescendo moments after Joe released into her, sustaining the thrusts until hers arrived.

“Joe,” Lindy murmured. “I’m sorry I’m such a slut.”

“I know you are. Are you okay?”

She actually laughed and pulled him into a loose kiss.

When Joe pulled out, holding the condom, he turned to Doug. “Everything done?”

“Uhm, just stapling.”

“Great. Thanks.” Joe got up, dressed and walked out into the production room.

“You know this is crazy,” Doug murmured.

Moving off the bed and finding her clothes, Lindy told him, “What it is is Joe punishing me without punishing me. He knows how horny and crazy I get when I get drunk, and it cost me, and him, a lot recently. But like I said I get horny, and you salved that just fine, and I imagine you didn’t mind.”

“Uhm ... no.”

“Didn’t think so,” Lindy chuckled. “You should get out more. You have a decent body and a nice cock and you’re not all that bad looking. You’re obviously talented, but maybe a bit of experience, of reality, might make your characters realer and sexier.”

“Uhm ... thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

Joe popped his head in. “Mind if I steal some of your mailers?”

“No problem.”

“Thanks.”

Finished dressing, Lindy joined Joe, and Doug soon dressed as well and joined them. “Let me grab some of my old comics.”

“Sure,” Joe said, finishing up the stapling. “You have a cover letter?”

“I have a template I can pull together a letter. Want to smoke some pot?”

“Sure,” said Joe.

“I’ll fix you up,” Lindy grinned, opening a cabinet with a bong in it and a baggie of bud.

“This machine must have cost a pretty penny,” Joe finally asked about the digital printer.

“It’s second generation. My dad owns a print shop. With technology the way it is, this is nearly obsolete.”

Joe took in the smoke Lindy had prepared for him and lit and he managed not to cough. He declined more.

Everything finally done, Joe filled his shoulder bag with the stuffed mailers, the last, Doug’s submissions with his cover letter, Doug handed to him. “Thanks for the sales,” Doug said.

“Not a problem.”

“And other things.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

“Yeah thanks,” said Lindy hugging Doug who eventually managed to relax into it. “You actually saved Joe a trip to Minneapolis and back.”

“Uhm ... My pleasure?”

Lindy laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek before following Joe out the back door.

“Want to head to Connie’s?” Joe asked.

“What for?”

“So we don’t stink of sex when we get to my brother’s?”

“I have a key to Henry’s room.”

“Even better.”

“Did you whore me out, Joe?”

“I told you it was up to you.”

“Yes you did.”

“And you suggested it first.”

“In jest. Fine, the poor kid was desperate.”

“Yes he was.”

“And a whole lot better than Henry.”

“Aside from the much slimmer cock.”

“Yes asshole, aside from that. And his cum was actually pretty nasty tasting. But he did rather eagerly get me off with his tongue, with some guidance, and I’m sure he hoped to make me cum on his cock, which I did, but of course with your assistance. But he was the perfect width for my back door.”

They both laughed.

“That was your first, wasn’t it?” Joe asked, knowing the answer.

“First threesome. Yours too, right?”

“And?”

“It was pretty fucking intense.”

“I thought it would bother me, his member so close to mine, but it didn’t. Mostly because you got off on it so much.”

“Joe,” she murmured, threading fingers with his and squeezing.

At Henry’s room, Lindy found his stash of coke and both of them did a couple lines. Joe was surprised Henry left it there, figuring he avoided temptation. Sunday hadn’t been a day off for Henry and Connie, concentrated advice Joe figured, maybe to free up some time for Connie to be with Joe.

Henry really didn’t mind working with Connie through the weekend, especially when she set him up with a really hot Latina chick the night before. She seemed practically worshipful of his fat cock, and unlike other whores except maybe Holly who he’d “dated” more than any other, actually wanted him to keep fucking her instead of basically trying to get it over with. The woman had been fucking expensive though.

He really hoped Holly would agree to move to LA and let her salary as a stand in for Lindy be enough for her, but that would have to wait, because that wouldn’t happen until they started shooting in at least a couple months.

He planned to get up early Monday morning and start looking for a more permanent abode. His large first payment of his salary should provide, as actually intended, for a nice place with at least two rooms, one for his office. Maybe Holly could use the office or even a second bedroom for her own place to do business. He didn’t think he’d mind her fucking other men. He was well aware that’s what she did. Maybe he’d install a spy cam in her bedroom.

Sunday afternoon had been exclusively about finalizing his choices for the directors of various aspects of the filming, deciding on first, second and third choices, and Monday he would be meeting some of them, Connie setting up appointments in the morning. The interviews would extend through the week, with Wednesday set aside for Joe’s meeting with the publisher. Joe, Connie’s new lover.

He didn’t resent Joe for that. For one, Connie really didn’t do much for him. She may have been somewhat cute, but just too old. He couldn’t help wondering if he were to be interested if he’d have flirted with her until she succumbed. Henry decided it was for the better that he wasn’t.

“Okay,” Connie said around five, “I think we have our list. I’ll try to get as much interviews as I can.”

“So we’re done?”

“Until tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at noon?”

“Uhm, I’m thinking of looking for an apartment.”

“Of course you are,” Connie sighed. “I should have helped you with that sooner. Where do you want to stay?”

“Maybe close to whatever soundstage we’re using?”

“The one we’ll probably use is actually near here.”

“Probably?”

“Depends on our timetable,” she sighed again. “What do you think? Ready to start building sets in a month?”

“Sounds doable.”

“I think so too. Hopefully you’ll get everyone on board by then.”

“Including actors?”

“If things are starting up that soon, maybe auditions in a couple weeks? You can use the office building where we had that meeting for auditions and then read-throughs. And let’s say two months for the soundstage with a possible extension if needed.”

“You didn’t have this already set up?”

“I had to find out about how you work. Would you need to mull things over or were ready to jump in as soon as possible.”

“I’m definitely the latter,” he chuckled.

“I think so too. Okay, do you want to presume we get the soundstage around here?”

“I wouldn’t mind living around here no matter where we end up.”

“Okay.” She went to a real estate site she’d bookmarked.

“Ideally I’d like three bedrooms or at least two bedrooms and an office.”

“Planning on a roommate?” she asked. “Because two bedrooms like mine are a lot easier to find.”

“Possibly. Hopefully. But at least two bedrooms if three isn’t possible.”

“Hmm. Oh. There’s a place just like what you want. It’s in an old building just off Hollywood Boulevard. It’s pretty reasonable, probably because it’s an old building. Oh. That’s Stella’s building.”

“Stella?”

“The make-up artist that did the makeover for Lindy who I think should be your artist. She lives in an old converted warehouse. I thought they were mostly lofts, like open spaces for artists like her, but someone must have built walls to make a more traditional apartment and is renting the result.”

“Let me see.”

She shifted the screen to face him and tapped through the images.

“It does look pretty old.”

“You’re not ready for Malibu yet,” she chuckled.

“I’m not all that interested in the beach.”

“So Beverly Hills?”

“Something like that,” he chuckled. “Anything else?”

She pulled the laptop back in front of her. “Nothing you could probably afford. Like I said, two bedrooms are easier, and most of those are probably really expensive.”

“Something in this building?”

“These are all condos, Henry. You’re not ready for that.”

“Probably not. Okay.”

“You want me to contact the owner?”

“You mean now?”

“Why not? Sunday’s open house day after all, and it’s not too late.”

“Go for it.”

She made the call. “Is this George? Hi. I’m calling for a client who’s relocating here and ... yes that’s the one. Really? Sure. An hour? We can make that. See you then.” She ended the call. “He must really want to rent the place.”

“Can I stop by my room?”

“To snort coke? Maybe not. First impressions. You look fine, so let’s just go have dinner and meet him after.”

“Whatever,” he muttered.

“Be good.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

George ended up being a tall, slim, jittery middle aged man with a rough face, especially a nose with what looked like gin blossoms, an alcoholic. They met in front of the building as he had asked, Connie introducing herself and Henry.

“He’s your client?” George asked.

“He’s a new director in town,” Connie explained. “My business is to show new directors the ropes.”

“Of course. Come on.”

He let them into the building and opened an old freight elevator for them, getting out on the fourth floor and to a door to the back of the building. “Everything’s fairly new,” he explained. “Had it built for my wife and kid, but that didn’t work out. Neither did the last tenants. I cleaned it up after them, so it’s good as new.”

Henry looked around, seeing that it was actually furnished. The office even had a desk and shelves. Connie wisely checked the water pressure and heat, and her gaze was more careful for the rest of the place. Nothing looked like it would fall apart. “Steam heat?” she said, seeing the radiators.

“Unfortunately, but the pipes have been replaced maybe five years ago. Each condo has its own water heater in the basement and water consumption is metered for each. And of course gas and electric is the same.”

“Gas stove,” Connie noticed approvingly.

“Yeah. There’s washers and driers in the basement, coin operated basically. I think some of the lofts have their own, but I didn’t bother, but that makes it so less of the residents need them.”

“I’ll take it,” Henry decided. Even if he’d been used to new, he kind of liked the atmosphere there, the character.

“Great!” George grinned, pulling out some paper. “First and last month. Month to month or...”

“Probably best,” said Connie and Henry nodded in agreement.

“Yeah,” George said a little sadly. “If you decide on a longer lease,” he offered, “I could reduce the rent maybe by a hundred?”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Henry, pulling out his checkbook.

“A couple hundred for a six month lease?”

Connie and Henry looked at each other and shrugged.

“Okay,” Henry said. “Six months.”

“Great!” George grinned and pulled out a contract, changing amounts and date due for payments and initialing the changes. Henry let Connie read it. “As is,” she commented.

“As usual,” George shrugged.

“Go ahead and sign it, Henry. I’m going to take some pictures and date them.”

“Understandable,” said George.

She pulled out her smartphone and looked for any damage to record, not finding much. “What about improvements?” she asked.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On something like painting I’d want to approve and even pay for the paint. Anything more ... To tell you the truth my finances are limited. It’s insured for any major damage, but...”

“I understand,” said Henry. “I’m not really the fixer-upper type,” he glanced at Connie reinforcing it being a nonissue.

“Ok, good,” said George.

“I’m a notary public,” Connie grinned, whipping out a rubber stamper and stamping the contract and initialing after the two men signed it. Henry wrote out a check for the first month and security and noted it.

“Thanks,” said George. “Here,” he handed Henry two sets of three keys. “The square is for the building and the diamond is for the apartment. The small one’s for the elevator.

“Got it,” Henry grinned. “Wow. Okay. Just like that.”

“Just like that,” George grinned back showing his yellowed uneven teeth, a front top one missing.

The men shook hands. “Well, see you than,” said George, leaving the apartment.

“There’s a desperate man,” Henry murmured.

“Lucky for you,” was Connie comment, Henry nodding in agreement.

“Want to celebrate?” Henry asked.

“Not really. I’ll drop you off at your hotel.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.”

“See you at noon,” she said when she dropped him off. “I’ll pick you up, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled and exited her car.

As soon as she got home she called Joe. “When are you going to be here?” she asked.

An unexpected pang of guilt struck him, but he recovered. “I’m at a Thai restaurant waiting on take out to bring to my brother’s. I’ll head there after, so around 8?”

“Okay. I miss you.”

“Me too,” he responded truthfully.

Meanwhile Henry headed out as soon as he had a couple of lines, one for each nostril. He brought with him his little kit of bottle, coke spoon and small mirror as well as a couple joints he’d rolled the evening before. He’d rolled three, but had smoked one with the escort. She’d been more interested in the coke. He decided not to drive since Sunset Strip was close by and he wouldn’t have to worry if he got too drunk. It was a comfortably cool spring night.

Sunday wasn’t a particularly popular night for bars, but after a couple disappointing stops with only drunken hags available, staying for one drink each, he found the Roxy to be moderately full for a local punk/funk band, channeling early Red Hot Chili Peppers. Their audience had lots of choices, girls barely 21 and some probably had fake IDs or the guy at the ticket counter didn’t care because they were cute.

One of the younger, cuter ones, a bouncy blonde in pigtails, obviously making no effort to look older or caring, took his focus, her kinetic presence making it inevitable. Her t shirt depicting the band revealed she was a fan if her enthusiastic dancing didn’t. The band, not that much older than her, had a kickass rhythm section of bass, drums and rhythm guitar, all girls of various looks, from the dour plain stocky Latina on drums to the classically beautiful blonde on guitar who also sang. Despite the hot blonde in cutoffs and tight t shirt, it was the bassist, a petite Italian looking girl with floppy shoulder length dark hair and a permanent scowl who had all the charisma, her high growl when singing back-up nearly overwhelming the shouting of the guitarist. The two young men, one playing a weirdly spacy lead guitar and the other an equally spacy keyboard, were counterpoint musically and visually, the latter making them practically disappear compared to the girls, the former somehow working, giving the music a stony vibe. They made Henry want to smoke one of his joints.

When the set ended, and the bassist announced sourly they’d be back, Henry boldly approached the wild pig tail blonde. “Hey, do you want to smoke a joint with me?”

She looked at him up and down and laughed. “Sure chubby. Follow me.”

She ended up leading him backstage where she embraced the bassist, her medium height making the Italian girl look even smaller. “You were awesome, babe!”

“Thanks babe,” the bassist replied in the same albeit quieter high growl, the hug ending. “Who’s the guy?”

“Don’t know, but he offered me a joint.”

The Italian chick had pulled a cigarette out of a pack from her back pocket and slid it back in and put it away. “Cool.”

Henry followed them into a large room papered with posters of past bands going back decades. A decrepit green sofa sat against a wall, and, after both girls grabbed beers from a tub of ice, mostly melted, they made use of it, leaving room in the middle for Henry. He whipped out a joint and the brunette lit it with a fliptop lighter while in his mouth. “Got anymore?” she asked while the rest of the band entered the backstage room. He whipped out a second one, and the petite dark haired woman gestured to the lead guitar player who grabbed it. “That way we share the one joint,” she explained. “I’m Johnny by the way.”

“Brit,” said the blonde.

“Henry,” Henry answered breathing out smoke and handing the joint to Johnny. “I got coke too.”

“You got to be discrete around these leaches,” Johnny growled and surprised him by, after handing the joint off to Brit, straddling his lap.

Henry got the message and discretely pulled out the bottle and the spoon. “I’ll hold that,” Johnny said when he unscrewed the cap. Her snorting got noticed. “What’s that?” the keyboard player asked.

“Fuck off Tom,” Johnny growled.

Handing the joint off to Johnny, Brit leaned down provocatively to his crotch when she snorted. A girl on his lap and another with her mouth close to his groin caused the usual reaction and Brit noticed, giving it a rub. “Oh girl, Chubby’s packing!” she announced quiet enough to be heard by her girlfriend. Johnny handed the joint to Henry while he put the coke away, her hand moving to Brit’s discovery. “Oh fuck, he’s thicker than the bottle,” and lifted the bottle to drink, continuing the caresses.