Chapter 26

Joe indeed did walk naked to the neighboring room, chuckling quietly at the cute Swedish blonde in her cute pajamas, a pair of headphones near her head. He pulled away the sheet and blanket covering her lower parts, carefully pulled away the pajama bottoms and pressed his mouth to the panties hiding her pussy, his tongue licking the gusset.

“Oh. Mmm,” she murmured in her sleep, her legs widening. He pushed aside the gusset and licked across her clit. “Ooh. Joe?”

“Want me to continue?”

“Yes please,” she grinned. She rocked back so he could slip off the panties and began a long tease, ending with her demand to be fucked, ripping off her top. He climbed atop her. She grabbed his cock and guided it in. Within a couple strokes she was cumming. “Oh fuck Joe, just what I needed.” She pulled him into a desperate kiss, her morning breath forgiven immediately.

He continued fucking her and she fucked him back, lifting into his thrusts, subtly urging him to fuck her harder and faster, her breathless orgasm ending the kiss so he shifted his mouth down to her wonderful full tits. Other crescendos followed, until she practically begged, “Are you going to cum?”

“Almost there, Sweetness.”

“Oh God!”

A flurry of thrusts into what seemed like a constant orgasm finally sent a stream of semen deep inside her.

“Too good!” she groaned, trembling in his arms.

“Too much?” he asked as the last of his jism pumped out.

“Mmm-hmm, but anytime...”

“Anytime,” he agreed and kissed her soft weak hot lips with equal weakness but no less love. “So what’s with the headphones?”

“Too much noise next door.”

“You didn’t want to join them?”

“Without you? No. Too much pussy and not enough cock. I mean not enough of your cock Joe.”

“I understand,” he chuckled. “I did ask Connie about maybe finding another cock sometimes.”

“What did she say?”

“She insists she wants mine exclusively.”

“Hmm. I can understand.”

“But... ?”

“You wouldn’t be angry with me if I was with some other man?”

“Of course not, Freja. I’m not exactly monogamous, and sometimes I feel like you feel left out.”

“Mmm, sometimes, but somehow you manage to make up for it,” she smiled. “But,” she lost the smile, “If it’s okay?”

“Of course. Anyone in mind?”

“No! I haven’t even wanted to look! But like you say sometimes I do feel left out a little. And maybe you would not have to worry about me so much.”

“I suppose I do worry, but believe me, I really enjoy being with you.”

“I do believe you. What do they say? Proof is in the pudding? You make me feel like pudding right now,” she giggled. “Completely without bones. Mmm.”

“You’re such a delight Freja. I’m glad you’re a part of my crazy life.”

“Me too. Do you think Connie would be okay if I brought someone here?”

“I think that depends. There would have to be some trust.”

“Hmm. Makes sense. You remember I like to be careful.”

“I do. Getting information.”

“Yes. Would you or Connie have to meet him?”

“Like vet him? I don’t know, it makes it seem like we don’t trust you, which we definitely do. But ... men can be snakes, especially those cocksure to approach a beautiful woman like you. Have you had much experience with men?”

“Some. Three boyfriends and some I hoped might be, cute but too cute, you know?”

“I think so. Arrogant?”

“Like that myth, Narcissus?”

“Enamored with their own reflection.”

“Yes! Or I do them favor to be with them. Ugh.”

“It should be the other way around.”

“Thanks but equal is best, yes?” She paused in thought. “Perhaps I what you call vet them? Maybe you or Connie see what I do not? Perhaps he is a charming snake?”

“It might not be a bad idea, and of course you can trust our opinion. We don’t have an agenda except for you to be happy and safe.”

“Yes I know this which is why I will do this and listen to what you say.”

“So with all of us busy, are you finding things to do?”

“I am busy too. I work on your movie. You did not know this?”

“I know you’re helping Stuart with the images, and I know you’re always there when we’re there, but...”

“Because Stuart is in class, he has me work on things during the day. He gives me assignments.”

“So today...”

“I will go to your flat.”

“I didn’t know! Are you paid?”

“Stuart is in charge of that. He is generous.”

“I thought Connie ... that makes sense. Connie handles paying the talent. I believe Dave is paying Greta.”

“Yes. It is not your concern, you are director and writer and producer. You should not have to worry about such things. Your genius has provided for us.”

“Genius?”

“Yes of course. You create so many things, you write the script for Hollywood movie from your ideas, and the animation and you help Johnny and her band and so many things. The games, these are yours too, yes?”

“It’s collaborative.”

“Yes but you write them, Stuart is genius doing the computer things and Dave, he does the music and sound. But you, you create, Joe. You are the genius of all this.”

“But genius?”

“This is why we all love you,” she laughed. “You would never flaunt your greatness, but you have great confidence, yes?”

“I suppose I have to.”

“Yes.”

“So maybe I could join you at the loft? Stuart would never let me watch his work, thinking I am an idiot about such things.”

“You are not to be at the shooting?”

“No, I have no scenes today. I go to watch the process. I’ll text Connie and let her know I’ll be at the loft. I have a couple meetings with Johnny’s band, but that’s not until this afternoon. I’ll look over your shoulder for a little while, but I should really work on my new graphic novel which I haven’t for a while.”

“You let me look over your shoulder some for that?”

“Sure.”

“Great!”

While Freja showered, Joe, dressed just in boxer shorts, stripped both beds of the sex juice and sweat inundated sheets and shoved them into the washer, not turning it on until he showered after her, washing off the sex juice and sweat on him. Meanwhile he made coffee and a couple bowls of Kashi and fruit, her favorite breakfast.

He texted Connie and almost immediately she called back. “Lindy’s going to be disappointed.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“You don’t notice her seeking you out after every scene is shot? At least meeting your eyes?”

“Sure, but I thought it was just a part of our relationship, a connection for the moment.”

“It’s definitely part of your relationship. She’s dependent on you.”

“But she’s so much better an actor.”

“You’re good too, but more the type who plays themselves, at least when seen. You’re different doing voices I think.”

“You should see her doing voices! She really gets into it!”

“But you know how insecure she is.”

“Can I talk to her?”

“Hold on.”

A minute later, Joe heard Lindy’s voice. “How come you’re not here?”

“I decided I needed to work on my new graphic novel.”

“But...”

“You know how much my time is stretched. I’m not doing any scenes...”

“I thought you wanted to be here, to see the whole process.”

“It’s interesting until you realize it’s all about waiting.”

“Yeah,” she laughed.

“Connie said you need me there.”

A long pause, Joe even ended up saying her name in case they disconnected.

“I guess I feel your approval.”

“You need me there,” Joe repeated.

“I don’t know. It’s like I feel like I’m freefalling and you’re the only one to catch me, like a safety net.”

“Lindy,” Joe sighed, “I want you to listen carefully to what I’m going to say. You trust me, right?”

“Completely.”

“I don’t bullshit you do I?”

“No you don’t. I wish I could say the same.”

“You mean about the drinking?”

“I think it comes with the territory.”

“But otherwise?”

“No. It’s an important part of our relationship.”

“I think so too. So if I tell you you are an amazing actor, you believe me?”

“Uhm yes.”

“And you have problems with confidence and self-doubt.”

“Yes.”

“And yet I’ve watched you perform, become someone else, and it’s an extraordinary transformation. Maybe being someone else is better than being yourself?”

“That makes sense.”

“Because when you’re acting, all that lack of confidence disappears. I know that self-consciousness always fucks up a performance. It interferes with having that character you become come alive. So it’s like freefalling, letting go of yourself, abandoning that part of your mind that would hold you back, giving yourself freely to that character no matter the risk, to the point it can be scary sometimes afterwards.”

“Yes.”

“I guess you should let it be scary because it works, because it’s something you excel at and it’s the talent you should let the world witness.”

“Like your writing and drawing.”

“Exactly. To keep doing what we do, we have to have a bit of arrogance, a confidence that what we do is good, that it works, that it affects people in a way that they want to be affected. So it’s not just me you should seek approval, but the people you work with and the audience who will see you, and believe me, they will approve.”

“Okay.”

“Is there someone there, a veteran actor who knows the scariness of acting and perhaps you’re need for a safety net?”

“Uhm, Carl.”

“The bent cop?”

“Yeah.”

“You should talk to him, tell him your concern about me not being there and maybe he could help you with that.”

Lindy giggled. “He might misunderstand.”

“What do you mean?”

“He kind of likes to check me out a lot when I’m supposedly not looking or even when I am.”

“Are you at all interested?”

“He’s not quite my dad’s age, but getting there, though he seems to keep in pretty good shape, he’s still slim without that middle aged waist most men seem to get. He’s got that scary handsome look of a character actor who tends to play bad guys, but I bet he was good looking when he was our age and living life a bit too much, drinking and drugs and maybe just life itself has etched itself on his face, making it interesting for his work but not at all ugly. He’s tall, which I obviously like, not your height but at least he’s taller than me.”

“So age is the main thing. Eduardo’s quite a bit older.”

“He’s definitely in shape,” Lindy chuckled. “But I’d say Carl’s got at least a decade or so on him. Even if I was interested, where would we go?”

“The limo?”

“With Eduardo? I don’t think so.”

“You could tell your minder you wanted to discuss things privately.”

“Eduardo would probably frisk him.”

“In order to be with you? He wouldn’t mind.”

“The way he checks me out, probably not. I think I will talk to him, and if we decide to get more intimate, I’ll figure it out.”

“Just a temporary fix,” Joe pointed out, “since Carl’s not in a lot of scenes.”

“Maybe if it works out I can have Connie put him on as my coach or something.”

“That might work,” Joe agreed. “Or you could always work with Eduardo since he’s got a lot of experience.”

“Too much emotions. I swear the guy’s in awe of me or something.”

“As he should be.”

“So where are you going to be?”

“At the loft. I found out Freja’s coming in days there to do some work on the animation, writing code or something for Stuart, and I’d thought I’d watch what she does for a little while before getting back to Midnight Cowgirl. If you want, you could come by for your lunch break. Johanna should be there with Tom before we head over to our first meeting just after one.”

“Maybe I could use the loft bed for a quickie,” she giggled.

“Not too private, especially the sound. Who did you have in mind?”

“Maybe Carl?”

They laughed.

It turned out her and Carl used the bathroom instead, sort of payback when Eduardo paid Holly for a blow job and a quick fuck in the toilet in the studio building while she and Carl worked. Holly let her know, them being friends, and when Lindy asked her about others, she said she’d had some quick dates with some of the crew and would be letting actors know she’s available, but not for free.

While they waited to begin their scene, Lindy had told Carl about Joe being her safety net and maybe Carl could do the same.

“I know we’re playing antagonist games in character,” she added,

“You seem to jump into character pretty effortlessly,” Carl responded, “not having to be the character all the time like some prima donnas I’ve met.”

“And you’re the same?”

“I don’t want to be the assholes I play any longer than I have to,” he smirked, making Lindy laugh.

“Is that your type?” she asked.

“Lots of TV heavies,” he nodded. “My stage work is a lot more diverse thankfully.”

“Where do you work?”

“There’s a small repertory company here in LA where some of us iterant actors can stretch our acting muscles, mostly modern plays going back to Ibsen and Chekhov and up to Shephard and Pinter and Becket. Sometimes I’ll go up to San Francisco and work at ACT where I first started a long time ago and have a lot of friends and colleagues there.”

“I’d like to hear more about this repertory company, and audition?”

“Sure, I’ll let you know when things start up. But I do do coaching, mostly working with young actors who have mostly done theater and how to work the camera, things like that.”

“So maybe you’d let me hire you as my private coach?”

“I’d prefer to be your safety net,” he grinned lasciviously. “You know, bounce, bounce, bounce.”

“At least you’re honest,” she laughed. “But do you get more ... personal with those you coach?”

“Never have, mostly because I’m basically hired for it and it wouldn’t be professional.”

“But could you just let me know I’m doing okay for now, maybe pointers if you want.”

“Sure, Lindy. I’ll catch you if you feel like you’re falling. For now you said?”

“I did say that, didn’t I,” she smirked.

They laughed.

After hearing Holly, both an amusing revenge and some heat building in her loins had her whisper to Carl, “Maybe we can get past now later today?”

“You sure?” he asked, not quite believing his luck.

“I am, but can we still be...”

“Professional?”

“I don’t know if its professional just to let me know I’m okay.”

“You are definitely okay, Lindy, and I mean that as an actor. In fact you’re more than okay in every sense. But yeah, if you need that from me, whatever happens later, I’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks. So, lunch?” she winked.

“I’ll be prepared.”

“Prepared how?”

“Us older folk need chemical assistance.”

They laughed.

That chemical assistance surprised her. She’d given him a tour of the loft apartment, showing him the bed. “Not here,” she told him. “No wall?”

“I see,” he chuckled.

She chose the bathroom which she closed and locked behind them, removing her shirt and sitting on the commode, undoing his pants in front of her. “Let’s see this thing in the flesh you’ve been teasing me with,” she giggled, and there had been a long lump down his thigh since they’d got there, and even before. Pulling out the lengthy cock, on the slim side like him, somewhat veiny with reddish purple head, she grasped it. “Fuck, it’s like a steel bar.”

“You’ve never fucked someone on Viagra?”

“My lovers have been younger than you by a bit,” she explained, lapping at the glans, making him moan. “And Joe tends to get hard again pretty fast.”

Leaning over her, he released her bra and she tossed it aside. “Beautiful,” he moaned, his hands immediately sampling the revealed flesh. “Joe is okay with this?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she answered, her mouth full of hard cock.

He removed his shirt and lowered his pants, revealing a body with skin loosened by age and slimly muscled beneath. Lindy decided she didn’t mind the signs of aging, his slimness helping, but mostly just his difference from any other man she’d been with attracted her, along with liking the man. Probably the loosest was his ass, and she took it in with her hands, exploring the difference.

“I’d love to taste you,” he told her, moving his cock from her mouth and kneeling, removing her shoes and the restraints of her trousers and pulling them off along with her panties. She moved forward on the seat, bringing her pussy to his mouth. “Delicious,” he murmured, sliding his tongue within her labia but focusing on her clit.

In a way it was too much, but she understood they didn’t have the time, and his efforts made her readier for his cock.

Pulling him off, she told him, “Sit,” and they traded places. Grabbing a condom from her purse, she knelt and sucked him for a moment before rolling it on. He sat forward like she had, and she held his cock up and sank onto it. “So fucking hard,” she moaned.

“You have a fantastic body,” he moaned back.

“You’re not too bad either.”

“For an old man?”

Instead of answering, she kissed him, the kiss helping to excite both of them even more, especially when tongues played. Her legs worked her fucking him, lifting before the fall, and his hands grasping her ass flesh, feeling the strength there and the smooth, youthful softness, as perfect an ass as he’d ever felt, assisted her.

The kiss broke and she held him at his shoulder to help the lifts and falls, her other hand rubbing her clit. His mouth free, he immediately lowered it to her tits, enjoying more of her perfection.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Are you close?”

“Getting there.”

She suddenly stood, releasing his cock from inside her and laid down on the cold tile of the floor. “Just fuck me as hard as you want with that rock hard cock of yours.”

He put clothes beneath his knees, which helped, but being inside her, fucking her with abandon, his hands on that glorious ass, his mouth on her glorious tits, was his entire reality for the moment, and he lost himself in it.

Her grunts and groans revealed an equal pleasure, the rapid rub of his shaft within her and the fingers just as vigorously sliding back and forth, her clit between them.

“Going to cum!” he announced.

“Do it! Give it to me you fucker!” she growled back, and while he rocked into her with each ejaculation, she rocked back on the edge of orgasm, until she pushed her middle finger between his throbbing cock and the upper walls of her cunt, fucking herself, with even more pressure from the heal of her hand against her clit and it finally hit her like being slammed by an ocean wave, but the impact all tingles washing through her body, with more waves following receding in power, until they barely lapped at her, quietly lingering reminders of the intensity before.

When he lifted up out of her and stood, she remarked, “You’re still hard as a post!”

“Viagra,” he told her. “No don’t get up. I want to gaze at your exquisiteness.”

“Thanks, but you realize I’m lying on the bathroom floor.”

“Sorry.”

She remained on the floor for him. “So you could go all night?” she asked.

“Maybe not all night, but for a while. It’ll figure out it’s no longer in its favorite place and go down.”

He stripped off the condom and flushed it and began dressing, his main focus on her.

“I wish we could find out how long,” she murmured.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Unfortunately I’m not sure how much this will happen.”

“Whenever is fine with me, meanwhile you’ll be the stuff of dreams.”

“You mean masturbatorial fantasies.”

“Yep.” He reached his hand down and helped her up. She gave him a quick kiss before dressing. “Ready for your walk of shame?”

“I don’t care about that,” she laughed. “Joe actually suggested it, and Eduardo ... I’ll make it up to him.”

“You know he’s got a thing for you.”

“Yeah.”

“And he fucks Holly.”

“Holly’s very good at fucking and she’s a substitute me. I’m fine with him fucking whoever he wants.”

“And he should be fine with you fucking whoever you want.”

“Pretty much, especially Joe.”

He heard her determination and just nodded.

After exiting the bathroom, she gave Joe a kiss, short but sweet, and grabbed a slice of pizza and a diet coke before moving beside Eduardo trying to deal with his emotions. “I’m all yours tonight, I promise,” she told him quietly. “That’s if you and your friend don’t beat me up too much.”

“I don’t get you sometimes. I mean Carl?”

“He’s a good guy, he’s becoming a friend, and he’s going to help me.”

“Is it because I really like you you’re teasing me like this?”

“In this instance, maybe a little. I knew you were with Holly today.”

“Uhm ... How did you know?”

“She told me. She’s one of my best friends. And honestly, Eduardo, it’s okay if you fuck her or anyone else for that matter. I’m still going to like you, and I definitely know what a great lover you are. But I’m going to be with Joe sometimes, and most likely won’t be as amorous with you after like last night, and if Holly’s available I say go for it. But otherwise ... I’m actually not the slut you probably think I am. I’ll probably have some quickies with Carl just because he really wants that and because he’s actually a lot of fun. But aside from him and Joe, and if ladies count, Johnny, it’ll be pretty much you, and I actually get to sleep with you.”

“There is that,” he smiled.

“See? So you might not get all of me, but you’ll be getting quite a lot of me.”

“You know I do want all of you.”

“I kind of get that. Sorry. My hearts mostly taken, by mostly I mean I can love you, but only partially, and please don’t try some sort of campaign to seize the rest of it.”

“You don’t think I can win you over?”

“Nope. You can try. I imagine a romantic dinner would be nice, bringing me to a breathtaking vista even better. I’m not much into flowers, never really got any and don’t really care, but I do like orchids. The thing is, you can be romantic, and truth be told, Joe isn’t, but he doesn’t need to be. No gestures of love needed, no trying, just being him being with me is pretty much all I’ve ever needed or wanted or expected of him. You get what I’m saying?”

“Maybe.”

“Trying is trying and not being. It’s nice if you try, I’m sure I’d love it, but don’t expect it to actually make me not love Joe and only love you, because if that’s the plan, not only will it fail, but it could very well backfire. Nice things and nice places are well and good, and maybe just the memory of it, of sharing it with you might even strengthen our relationship, but getting to know someone and finding out you like getting to know them is what really matters I think. Just be yourself with me, except maybe bypassing the jealous part where you want to fuck with Joe and my relationship with him.”

“We should go,” Carl told them tentatively. “You okay, big guy?”

“I guess I need to be.”

“Yep,” said Lindy.

Joe handed her a pizza box. “I bet you didn’t have much,” he said.

“Thanks,” she grinned, giving him another quick kiss. “Good luck you guys,” she shouted to Johanna and Tom.

“See you around slut,” Johanna shouted back.

“Fuck you bitch,” Lindy laughed, waving her way out the door.

“Lindy has left the building,” Johanna announced, making everyone laugh. “Hey maybe we should borrow the limo!” She dashed out.

“What impression will that leave the labels?” Joe murmured.

“Probably the wrong one,” Tom chuckled, “but it will probably blow their minds.”

“True,” Joe laughed, and they dashed out after her, Joe making sure he had what he needed in his bag while he dashed.

Johanna tapped at the front passenger window, but instead of opening it, Trixie unlocked the door, which Johanna opened and sat beside her.

“I’m Johnny,” Johanna introduced herself.

“I know,” said Trixie, gesturing to the monitor in the middle of the dashboard showing a fisheye view of the back area.

Johanna realized, except for brief glimpses of her through the front window, she’d never really seen much of the driver and took inventory of the cute rounded face, moderately sized features except for somewhat plush lips and high cheekbones framed by strands of her thick, untamed, sandy blonde hair kissed by sunshine and not dye as could be seen with her deep tan, the rest restrained in a scrunchie. Her blouse, a golden brown, which set off the sexy golden brown of her eyes, seemed most likely tailored as it held her larger than normal augmented breasts, the beginnings of her substantial tanned cleavage visible, while also holding her slim abdomen, the waist of her skirt, a dark green, showing the lower portion before the skirt widened only somewhat to modest hips, suggesting the augmented breasts, and ending midway down her thighs which only seemed on the thicker side because of muscles.

“Naughty girl,” Johanna laughed.

“Nothing private in any of the clinic’s operations,” Trixie explained.

“So the privacy screen is just for show?”

“Basically.” Trixie started the limo and carefully entered the driving lane.

“Did you enjoy the show the other evening?”

“I did,” Trixie blushed.

“I know you and Eddie...”

“We sate each other’s urges from time to time.”

“But the rest of the view?”

“I’m an equal opportunity lover.”

Johanna laughed. “Cute and smart.”

“Does that surprise you?”

“I get that too, and Brit especially.”

“The dumb blonde,” Trixie nodded. “The dumb whore added on for me.”

“Eddie told me about your mother.”

“I think she was smart, but in all the wrong ways. Both of us made up brilliant excuses for our bad and destructive behavior, but I needed to develop my intelligence to help in the family business, being good company for the highest level of johns.”

“Makes sense. I was wondering if you could help a girl out before coming back later to pick up Lindy.”

“What do you need?”

“My band Conspiracy is meeting with a couple of different small labels, and I thought it might be cool to arrive in style.”

“Sure.”

“Great! Uhm, I was wondering...”

“The tits? A business expense.”

“For the johns?”

“Mostly for dancing. My original breast weren’t all that big, barely b cups, but they would do along with my lips and my kegel exercises. But I got better tips and more appointments from the big tits, and I’d dance for the rich johns on yacht excursions. Being slim I knew it would be pretty obvious, so I got a size that would stand out without looking ridiculous and spared no expense to make sure I wouldn’t get a hatchet job. Want to see?”

“Uhm, maybe not right now.”

“Of course not,” Trixie laughed. “I did tell you I enjoyed the view.”

“Uhm...”

The limo stopped at the studio building, Johanna watching Lindy on the dashboard monitor giving Joe a lingering kiss before she hopped out with Carl and Eduardo.

“Maybe you could lower the screen?” Johanna asked.

“You don’t want to use the voice of god effect?” Trixie smirked.

“Sounds fun, but no.”

“Okay.”

The screen lowered. “This is Trixie,” Johanna made introductions. “Joe’s the tall drink of water and Tom’s the pretty boy.”

“Hey,” everyone exchanged.

“Trixie’s cool with driving us to the meetings.”

“Maybe Kate could come wear one of her slutty Hollywood star outfits,” Tom suggested with a smirk. “To get the full effect.”

“She has outfits like that?” Joe asked.

“She likes picking up assholes at some of the fancy ass clubs,” Johanna explained. “And I suppose you’re thinking of using her like Brit?”

“Maybe,” Tom admitted.

“You know we’re not even sure we’re interested,” Joe pointed out, “at least until after we meet with the big label tomorrow.”

“Why hedge our bets now?”

“Fine,” Joe acquiesced. “Give her a call. But we don’t have a lot of time.”

Tom made the call and reported. “She’ll be out front when we arrive.”

“That quick?” Joe asked.

“That girl’s a quick change artist,” Johanna laughed and gave Trixie Kate’s address.

Kate indeed waited for them in front of a moderately sized suburban looking home holding up a strapless, mid thigh, deep blue dress against her bosom. Joe stepped out of the limo seeing her need and quickly went behind her to zip the dress up.

“Thanks Joe,” she grinned and went to the front passenger side, knocking on the window which Johanna opened. Leaning down, Kate asked Trixie, “I need a mirror.”

“Hop in,” Trixie said, Johanna about to exit.

“I’ll sit on your lap, Jo,” Kate grinned.

“Thankfully you’re padded,” Johanna accepted.

“Fuck you, bitch,” Kate laughed, settling onto the offered lap and pulling down the mirrored visor.

Trixie closed the window and Joe gave her the first address.

“Got it,” Trixie nodded and drove off.