Chapter 24

“God I’m such a mess,” Lindy muttered while in Joe’s arms for a hug when she arrived at the studio, having stepped out of a black stretch limo with blackened windows. Joe, already early, had waited for her for about five minutes when she arrived.

“You okay?” he asked, ending the hug.

“Still feeling it from yesterday, and not just my head.”

“I heard about...”

“Everything?”

“Mostly the morning before Sam picked you up.”

“I’ll be okay. This is Eduardo,” she introduced a tough looking Hispanic man hovering behind her. “He’s my...”

“Sponsor,” said the man, lifting his hand. “Using the detox verbiage, but actually her minder.”

Joe shook it, the man’s grip surprisingly weak. “You look familiar.”

“Eddie Cole before my life turned to shit from drugs and alcohol.”

“Sure,” Joe nodded. Eddie Cole had been a menacing heavy in a lot of cool films, a big guy, at least six feet tall and barrel chested. He still looked the part except for his sad smile. “Not acting?”

“Helping troubled souls get better,” he simply replied.

“You went through Sam’s and Scotty’s program?”

“The only one that stuck, and they recruited me to stick with them, although I’d probably would have asked. It keeps me focused and sober.”

Stella, the make-up artist and owner of the loft apartment stuck her head out of the studio door. “Oh good, you’re both here. There’s coffee and muffins, and we’ll get you made up.”

“This is Eduardo,” Lindy explained. “He’s here to be by me.”

“No problem. I’m Stella. Come on in.”

Inside, Henry was already busy setting up the first shot in the hallway when Joey and Mel first meet. All the scenes in the hallway with just the two of them would be shot, and then they’d move into the apartment set, for the scenes with just the pair. Brit and Johanna had their call later in the day for the apartment and then the hallway, with Lindy doing her solo bits in the apartment before their arrival. With the hallway set up for the next day, she’d start that day doing solo stuff before the cops and the gang of villains arrive, and they’d finish what’s needed in the apartment to finish up the day.

Henry placed Holly and a tall guy Joe figured Connie had hired to stand in for them while they got ready. Once the muffins had been munched and the coffee drank, Joyce directed Joe and Lindy to enter gender determined changing rooms at the far side of the studio and change into light jackets like a doctor might wear covering their torso, keeping the lower clothing on, Eduardo insisting he accompany Lindy, and Joyce decided not to bother Henry about it and let him. Once changed, Lindy and Joe sat on chairs with lit mirrors in front of them in an open area set up against the wall close to the changing rooms. A cute blonde applied Joe’s make-up while Stella did Lindy’s. Stella did double duty cutting and styling Lindy’s hair while a fey short man of Japanese heritage did Joe’s.

An easy conversation ensued with Joe prompting Eduardo to talk about his experiences with some of the best Hollywood directors, Lindy getting involved asking questions when she could and Joe noticed Lindy looked enthralled. Perhaps he should have felt a little jealous, but instead he supported what might happen between minder and mindee, partly because it might help her to work towards sobriety which Joe figured he couldn’t, in fact he probably would end up a trigger for more binge drinking, and partly because of his transgressions, fucking Kate especially, but also Joyce without Lindy’s knowledge. Weirdly he felt more worried about Lindy’s reaction than any real guilt. And he worried more about Brit being upset, possibly losing her as his lover, although he realized if Lindy had become restricted as she appeared to be, Johanna’s mostly essential presence with Lindy while he was with Brit would probably end things more than anything else. Despite all that, despite the obvious divergences in their relationship, glancing at Lindy and catching her eye, he still felt that bond they always seemed to have, perhaps becoming pure friendship at this point.

Henry checked on them, mostly to assure himself that Lindy was ready to work, which she insisted she was, but more professionally as director to approve what had been done.

The changing room had their costumes, just regular clothing really of the casual variety, pre-stressed to look as if they’d been worn often. After some more styling adjustments, the two actors headed to the other side of the studio to begin shooting, Lindy taking Joe’s hand along the way and smiling at him, both showing some nervousness.

Henry toned down the acting for both of them, Lindy more than Joe, but by the last take it was like Lindy just got it, she became Mel.

“Cut. Print. Perfect,” Henry grinned.

“Was I okay?” Lindy asked.

“You were perfect. You have her. Did you get it?”

“I think I do,” Lindy grinned.

And so it went, scene after scene, few takes needed, mostly Joe needing direction. Lindy got Mel.

Even with Henry’s efficiency, every shoot has lots of sitting and waiting. It gave Joe and Lindy plenty of time to change costumes and make-up sometimes, though the most thoroughly altered face would happen at the end of the day, when Joe would have cuts and bruises.

Because of how Joe created Mel, Lindy wouldn’t have to endure that. Mel followed the familiar trope of the lone vigilante, mild mannered newsman and superman, super rich guy and a man in a cowl and fancy gadgets, or Jekyll and Hyde on the evil side. For her, it was the same sort of thing, sort of like sober and drunk Lindy, a lonely young woman becoming a calculating and highly effective master of cold revenge, her face, her self really, shifting into the second persona. It would be Lindy affecting the change, different facial expressions, different voice, but Henry accented it using very old movie magic actually used for the first sound Jekyll and Hyde back in the early thirties, subtle make-up only visible in certain light, a subtly colored gel filter. But despite her violence, and it’s her tragedy, she always comes out unscathed, her carefulness and exceptional ability makes it so, while people around her tend to get hurt or worse.

At the end of the day Lindy noticed a couple things. Both Brit and Johanna acted cold towards Joe, ironically matching at least the first scenes when they first meet Joey, though they managed to act warmer to him in later scenes. And Joyce, supposedly lesbian for Henry’s benefit to prevent the possibility of him hitting on the obviously pretty woman with a voluptuous body hidden behind ugly glasses and clothes often glanced at Joe with more interest than a lesbian should.

“What’s going on, Joe?” Lindy finally asked.

“What do you mean?” Joe responded.

“It’s not like I’ll be drowning in a bottle anytime soon,” she pointed out.

“Just tell her Joe,” Brit insisted.

“Why are Brit and Jo mad at you?”

“Because I fucked Kate. Just one time, I promise,” Joe defended himself, oddly to Brit more than Lindy. “She basically pounced on me.”

“Just once? Her track record suggests otherwise, a cunt quit effective at manipulation must have something going for it.”

“Uhm.”

“Don’t look at Brit, Joe,” Johanna growled, but amused more than angry. “You know we come as a pair and it appears Lindy’s with Eddie for the foreseeable future.”

“I could distract him while you have some time with Lindy?” Brit suggested. “He looks to be a great addition to our collection, and you were telling us about that limo with black windows and the screen?”

“Uhm,” said Eduardo.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” Lindy smirked. “Eduardo’s basically living with me, so a preview of coming attractions might be nice.”

“I shouldn’t,” Eduardo expressed unconvincingly.

“Of course you should, Eddie,” Brit countered. “I can see how you’re already smitten by the star with the impossibly hot body.”

“After we wrap today,” Lindy agreed. “And what about the supposed lesbian hottie, Joe?”

“Connie arranged it,” Joe admitted, glancing around for Henry.

“Chubby’s busy,” Brit laughed.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind sharing her,” Joe tried. “And I imagine she wouldn’t mind being with you.”

“That’s the thing, Joe,” Lindy made clear. “I’m like Freja more than Connie. I’m willing to share if you’re there, but it seems there’s less and less room for me, stud boy.”

“Except with me,” Johanna added.

“Except with you, babe,” Lindy agreed. “But that’s all moot, isn’t it Joe. Eduardo’s looking after me now.”

“You’re right, Lindy,” Joe apologized. “And I’m sorry for being a dick. All’s I ask is that we remain friends.”

Lindy contemplated that for a moment, gazing at him. Finally she nodded and smiled.

Joe took a breath, not realizing until then that he’d held it until her response.

“You’re still my partner,” she reminded him.

“And my muse,” he added.

“I’m not sure how much I can be,” Lindy pointed out.

“You can call me?” Joe asked.

“Restricted use,” Eduardo reported. “Problems with crutches and triggers.”

“I’ll call you when I’m allowed,” Lindy said. “And we’ll be working both here and in the evening.”

“True.”

After the last scene for the day had been shot and the ladies had changed and took off their make-up, Lindy waiting for Johanna and Brit to use the changing room before she used it because of Eduardo’s required presence, Henry’s compromise when Joyce discussed it with him, Lindy invited Brit and Johanna to the back of the limo with Eduardo.

“You okay?” Connie asked Joe, standing by him, both seeing the moment.

“Eddie’s definitely better for her than Henry.”

“You’re not jealous?”

“I’m not. I think things have been working there way to this, especially after this weekend for both of us, but I think especially me and what I did. I’m actually relieved to be honest that I didn’t send her over the edge again with her not knowing about Joyce and especially Kate. That’s my selfish response. Mostly I’m happy for her being in rehab, and it sounds like it’s an effective one.”

“Let’s grab some takeout,” Connie suggested, “and go home to Freja and play after with her.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Joe grinned.

The animation, it had been decided, would take a break on Mondays, after a full day on Friday and working on it Saturday and Sunday too.

In the limo, once sitting on the seat together, Lindy and Johanna immediately hugged and kissed, hands going down to remove their own clothing soon followed, and once naked, Johanna urged Lindy to lay down, laying down atop her and continuing the enthusiastic kissing. Hands went to breasts, one of Lindy’s moving down to Johanna’s ass, the squeezing there ending when Johanna broke the kiss and, after nibbling an ear lobe and nipping at Lindy’s neck, she shifted to the breasts, one of the hands there sliding across Lindy’s abdomen, homing in on Lindy’s already damp and hot slit, scouting the path her mouth would soon follow. Hums of pleasure became moans when Johanna began fingering Lindy, becoming exponentially louder when lips and tongues reached there, Johanna’s fingers remaining to assist while her other hand remained on Lindy’s breasts.

Meanwhile, sitting across from them, Eduardo became voyeur of the two naked bodies, so different and both sexy, while Brit caressed Eduardo’s growing erection within his black jeans, discovering quite a mound there. Soon Eduardo had another hot body to look at, at least torso, Brit removing her shirt and bra and kneeling in front of him, working to unleash that beast.

It bounced out thick and long when Brit pulled Eduardo’s jeans and jockeys to his knees, her hand immediately capturing it, slowly fisting it, and thumb playing across the pee hole. “Johanna!” she exclaimed. “He’s almost as thick as Chubby and almost as long as Joe!”

Johanna lifted her already damp cheeks from Lindy’s thighs. “Very nice,” she agreed before returning to her task.

“Wow,” Lindy concurred, moaning and half smiling. “Great cock Ed.”

“Uhm thanks,” he moaned too, Brit leaning down to it and licking the glans.

His and Lindy’s eyes met, sharing their excitement.

His grunts of pleasure mixed with Lindy’s moans and sighs in the tight confines of the limo, with the more subtle wet sounds of oral pleasuring added.

Moments after Lindy achieved an exultant, vociferous orgasm, Eduardo warned, “Going to cum.”

Brit reached down to the already set smartphone, her other hand fisting Eduardo.

“Hey,” Eduardo complained with a growl of pleasure.

“I won’t shoot your face,” Brit promised, and the angle she held the phone proved it. Fisting him rigorously, he announced, “Cumming!” and she aimed his long, fat brown cock so that his thick threads of semen landed down his thigh, the first ones reaching his knee.

Once Brit’s fist pulled out the last of his ejaculate, she asked, “Mind if I use your underpants to clean up?”

He leaned to the side and into a recess in the side wall of the limo, pulling out a wipe from a hidden dispenser and cleaned himself with it.

“Of course,” Brit giggled.

After watching this from the facing seat, Lindy with especial interest, she and Johanna once more embraced and kissed before shifting things, Johanna taking Lindy’s place on her back, and Lindy repeated the process Johanna had done to her, kissing down to Johanna’s pussy, albeit at a greater pace, half an eye watching the proceeding nearby, one hand absent from Johanna’s body, the fingers stirring the girl juice in her own pussy.

After a pause to let him recover, Brit began carefully fisting his flaccid penis. “Can I fuck him, Jo?” she asked.

“Okay,” Johanna moaned in agreement.

“No condoms,” he pointed out.

“My purse,” Lindy said.

Brit chuckled at the magnums she found.

“The lube’s flavored,” Lindy told her.

Brit got the squeeze bottle out too.

It took some time for her to suck him hard again, and once accomplished, she rolled on the condom which fit just fine, and coated it with the lube, giving it a taste. Having rid herself of the rest of her clothes, also removing Eduardo’s shoes and socks, pulling his pants off, she spread some of the lube into her pussy before climbing onto his lap and guiding his cock into her, carefully and slowly letting it expand her pussy until it finally completely filled it and she rocked against him, her hands removing his shirt.

Eduardo didn’t remain idle while he felt the incredible pleasure of Brit’s tight cunt, his hands enjoying the flesh of her full, soft, resilient young tits, followed by his mouth, freeing a hand to grasp the equally soft and resilient flesh of her ass.

Brit rode him slowly, lifting high enough to endanger his slipping out before plummeting down to be once more filled with his long, thick phallus. One descent ended up being especially piquant, and she suddenly speeded up the fuck. Eduardo stopped her after three or four of her faster bounces and gripped her ass and pulled her down to the carpeted floor of the limo where he took control of the fuck.

“Yes!” Brit approved, locking legs around his thighs and pulling him into her.

Instead of speeding up and getting overwhelmed by the pleasure, he kept the pace she had set before the shift, his hands, after one guided one of Brit’s to her pussy, caressing and pulling carefully at her nipples. It remained medium tempo for a while, Eduardo even resisting her legs trying to pull him into speeding up, until she exclaimed, “Eddie! Please fuck me hard! Fuck me you fucker!”

That was his cue, and he pounded into her, her hips meeting every powerful thrust until they stilled and her body shook with ecstatic pleasure, both legs and arms gripping him, “Oh fucking God,” were stretched loudly from her mouth, especially the last word. Somehow he managed even faster close in strokes before he grunted, “Fuck!” and pushed deep, rocking against her as he released his seed into the safety of the condom.

Lindy, having given Johanna a satisfying orgasm, sat and watched the moment, her fingers working both her quim and her nipples, her orgasm near simultaneous with Eduardo’s.

After coming down from ecstasy, naked bodies found clothes and dressed. “Where would you ladies like to go?” Eduardo asked.

“Could we go eat somewhere?” Brit asked. “I’m craving sausage for some reason.”

Everyone laughed.

“There’s a German place not far from here,” Johanna remembered. “Except it’s a beer hall too.”

“I’m not so much craving alcohol as wanting to crawl into a bottle sometimes,” Lindy explained. “I’ll be fine, Eduardo.”

“Okay.” He spoke into a mic letting the driver know.

“You sure?” a female voice came from a speaker.

“We’ll be fine, Trix,” he responded.

“Trix?” Johanna chuckled.

“Her former life she did do tricks and danced,” Eduardo explained. “But her late mother gave her the name Trixie, probably in hopes of her following in the family business, a real piece of work she sounded like.”

“You fuck her?” Lindy asked.

“Do you want to know?”

“So you have. I’m fine with that as long as she’s not the jealous type.”

“We just use each other for release sometimes.”

“Hopefully that won’t be necessary,” Lindy grinned. “At least for you.”

“You said you shouldn’t,” Johanna remembered.

“The place is actually ambivalent about that,” Eduardo explained. “They realize not paring up minders with the same sex could result in sex, but they’d prefer if we didn’t because they worry about the attachment adding that dimension.”

“You mean falling in love,” Lindy said.

“Yeah.”

“That ever happen to you?”

“Not really, no.”

“Not really?” Johanna chuckled.

“I’ve mostly been assigned to men,” Eduardo explained. “The job requires strong arming sometimes, and I’m a bit intimidating. I’ve only been assigned one woman besides you, and she could be as tough as any guy. She actually wanted to fuck me and I told her it wouldn’t be a good idea. She ended finding fellow patients, both guys and girls to play with. But we sort of celebrated her release with a night of fucking. I’ve actually had a couple gays, but I made sure they knew I wasn’t interested. I’m not sure why I was assigned to you.”

“Matchmaking,” Brit giggled. “Two hot thespians.”

“Maybe,” Eduardo grinned shyly and blushed.

At dinner, Lindy drank diet Coke and Eduardo drank water. Brit made everyone laugh showing the phallic nature of her sausage, licking and sucking it before biting down.”

“Ouch,” Eduardo chuckled.

After letting Johanna and Brit out at the mansion, Lindy giving each a kiss and Eduardo just kissing Brit, the limo headed to the secret location of the rehab place, Lindy sitting intimately close with Eduardo. She wanted to kiss him. “Let’s wait until we get there,” Eduardo insisted. “A bed’s a better place for that, and we should shower.”

“I like the smell of your body and I won’t mind any taste of Brit I might find around your cock.”

“Nevertheless.”

“You’re the boss,” she pouted.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, shifting to face her and taking her long slim hands in his big ones.

“Go ahead.”

“I think you’re an amazing actress. What I saw on the monitors, it sent tingles down my back.”

“Really? I mean I know you’ve worked with some of the best...”

“I’m saying you’re as good as anyone. I didn’t see it when I met you and you told me about this film.”

“I’m definitely no beauty,” Lindy smirked.

“Beauty’s a dime a dozen here,” he replied. “If being a star were a beauty contest, you definitely wouldn’t make it.”

“Thanks for being honest.”

“But it’s not. First impressions with you were definitely wrong. I didn’t think you were beautiful and not even all that pretty, but you were interesting looking.”

“Thanks a lot,” she chuckled.

“I mean that in a good way. The more I looked at you the more I realized I really liked looking at you, like finding a new kind of beauty I guess. And that’s what the camera sees, this unique and fascinating face. And then when it performs, when you perform, there’s an incredible transparency of emotions, nothing blatant and over acted, but just there, natural, honest and true. No, my first impressions were wrong. You are definitely a star.”

“Uhm, thanks.”

“And I definitely had it wrong about that body of yours,” he laughed.

“I admit I’ve been blessed, one of the few women who’s okay with their bodies.”

“As you should be.”

“Speaking of which, I heard the place has a work out room.”

“A very nice one. Part of the strategy is to sweat out the poisons.”

“Joe likes getting up early and working out.”

“We can do that.”

“Good.”

“And speaking of Joe.”

“What about him?”

“He does seem like a dick.”

Lindy laughed. “First impressions. I get that you think that, and he kind of has been a bit since we moved here.”

“You moved here with him?”

“He’s been my boyfriend for nearly a year. And yes, I still consider him a boyfriend even if it’s become more about the friend part. I hope you don’t have a problem with that, because I will be working with him quite a lot.”

“It’s just that...”

“I get it. He’s a trigger and you think he’s a dickhead. I agree with the first part, and that’s why you’re minding me. But you’re wrong about the second part. Before we moved here, he barely looked at other women except for the gaze you men have at a hot chick passing by. It was me who cheated, which ended up being fucked up and Joe ended up being the hero, but that’s all I’ll say about that. Right from the start of our relationship he told me if I had relationships with someone else he’d be okay with it as long as I decided to come back to him, and if I decided the other guy was a better match, I’d let him know. I wasn’t sure I could be the same way, but he never was even interested in wandering, until we came here.

“One of things about my binge drinking is I’m a horny drunk. Both Joe and I were surprised I didn’t stray except that once when I was on a binge. Not long after we got here I got wasted and strayed with the last person Joe would want me with, and when we were both celebrating our incredible new successes at that. That’s the night Joe ended up with Connie. That’s when things began to escalate. Freja, who I share with Joe as I do with Connie, Brit, who works because I’m there with Johanna, and then the weekend from hell with me going off the deep end and Joe fucking the last person he should fuck and then Joyce. If I hadn’t lost it and ended up here with you, I probably would have learning about that. And me fucking two complete strangers before fucking Joe’s enemy.”

“Who is this enemy?”

“Henry.”

“I thought so.”

“Yeah, he can’t help perving on me, but I’m done with him, since I found a better cock,” she tapped at his groin. “I just hope I can still hang with Holly. If you want, we could share her. I know how good she is, well practiced, you know.”

“Maybe.”

“Bottom line, even if he is a trigger, I’m going to have a problem with you if you have a problem with him. Maybe someone else would be a better minder, though I still want that cock of yours and the rest of you for that matter, because I do like you.”

“Any minder...”

“I’m his partner, Eduardo. I work with him on the film and on voices for his animation and when we get back to creating games with his other partners. And despite circumstances, I’m still his muse. And despite him being a trigger, he’s the one person I can be completely comfortable with. Our love is a lot deeper than just fucking. He’ll always be my friend. One way or another, you or someone else at the rehab is going to have to accept that. Otherwise ... I don’t know. I’m stuck here at least until the end of Henry’s shooting, right? Make sure his star stays on track? Joe needs me and I need him. If I have to I’ll talk to Sam. She’ll understand and unlike you, she likes him. I want you to be my minder, but if you’re going to be worried or jealous ... I promise you I won’t fuck Joe. You’ll be there for me for that,” she chuckled and sniffled at the same time.