Chapter 5

In the morning, close to noon, the two scenes featuring Joe and Henry ended up remarkably similar, at least at the start. Both men woke happily from a sex dream realizing the truth of it with the women sucking them. Both women hopped onto the hardness once the men awoke, the difference being Connie rolled on a rubber while Lindy coated Henry’s cock with lubricant, something she kept with her along with a small vibrator.

When Lindy sunk down slowly on Henry’s too thick cock, she tossed the tube of lubricant at his head. “Use this next time asshole,” she muttered. “And you better fucking not move.”

When he moved she actually slapped his face and pressed at his diaphragm.

“Okay,” he obliged, resisting calling her a bitch and watched her work herself up to an orgasm after several minutes, her hands rubbing her clit and pulling on her nipples, her torso finding the angle she preferred which ended up a close angle to him. Truth be told it excited him watching her use him as a human dildo, and he ended up cumming first.

“Fucker,” she moaned, actually close, and the throbbing of his cock actually sent her over.

“Like that asshole,” she muttered once recovered, lifting off his softening cock, letting his cum drip out of her while she crawled over to his coke and made herself a couple lines. “Make sure I’m ready even if I’m fucked up,” she added before snorting the lines. “Okay asshole?”

“Okay!” he grumbled.

“Fucker,” she growled. “I’m taking a fucking bath.”

“Gotta piss,” he whined.

“Then do it!”

The other scene, Connie happily rode Joe, even though he ended up cumming before her. When she lifted off, he tackled her onto her back and his tongue suffered the taste of latex before her juice overcame it. Once she came, and even though it happened quickly, his cock had mostly become erect. He found a condom and rolled it on. She grinned at that and turned over, lifting her ass and waving it.

He chuckled at the invitation, but brought his mouth to her pussy first and ended up working her to near climax before his fully erect cock entered her.

“Just fuck me,” she moaned, which he did with long fast strokes, his hands reaching down to tug at nipples and rub her clit. He fucked her through her second climax before letting go of every resistance, letting his sensitivity overcome him, and after another couple minutes of fucking, released his ejaculate into the safety of the rubber. “Almost there,” she moaned, so he kept up the thrusts while he could sustain any erection and managed to bring her her last orgasm.

Immediately after, still inundated with ecstasy, she pulled away, turned over and pulled him into a hug and kiss. Somehow he did manage to make sure the condom remained on his softening penis.

No single bath for one, they shared a sensual shower after.

After drying, returning to the bedroom, he borrowed an amusingly feminine robe that barely covered his penis while she borrowed the dress shirt he’d worn the night before, and it resembled a mini dress on her. They went to the kitchen where she brewed coffee and poured out some orange juice.

“I suck at cooking,” she admitted.

He found a half dozen eggs in the fridge along with spinach and mushrooms. “Omelets?” he asked.

“Sounds great.”

He found the olive oil to soften the spinach and warm the already sliced mushrooms. Buttering another pan, he whisked the eggs and poured the result, adding the inner ingredients and folding the egg over. Handing her the plate after letting the omelet slide onto it, he made himself a second omelet with the remainder of the ingredients.

“This is great, Joe,” she smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Fucks like a fucking champion and cooks. We’re definitely getting married.”

Joe chuckled and joined her at the small kitchen table. They ate comfortably, quietly, with lots of shared smiles.

After sharing washing the pan and plates, Connie brewing some more coffee, she asked, “What do you need done?”

“I need to call Stuart, my partner.”

“Put him on speakerphone.”

“Okay.”

After introductions, Stuart not surprisingly available to talk, Joe told him about the meeting and wasn’t surprised when Stuart’s first reaction was, “But what about the games?”

“We’re between games now, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes but...”

“Could you relocate here?” Connie asked.

“Uhm, not really.”

Joe mouthed to Connie, “Girlfriend.” “Oops,” she mouthed back.

“What would it take to get a really professional animation suite?” Joe asked.

“Let me check,” said Stuart, and mumbled, “I knew this would happen.”

“How’s Mary?” Joe asked.

He could almost hear the smile when Stuart answered, “We’re good.”

“Any chance she might be able to relocate?”

“Joe,” Stuart responded condescendingly, “We don’t need to relocate. There’s the cloud for one. The internet?”

“Aren’t we going to need servers for what we’re doing?”

“We can dumb it down for samples or even create a page we can lock for only permitted views. There’s no reason to relocate.”

“There is,” Joe said. “Working together on this? Side by side?”

“I knew this would happen,” Stuart repeated.

“Fine. I’ll come back.”

“Damnit,” said Connie.

“What was that?” Stuart asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

“And Lindy?”

“I don’t know,” Joe told him.

“What happened?”

“Henry. She slept with him last night.”

“I knew...”

“If you say that again I’m going strangle you.”

“Just...”

“Stuart?”

“Fine. Okay. We’re talking substantial money.”

“How much?”

“Fifty thousand minimum.”

“And maximum?” Connie asked.

“For a complete suite a hundred thousand. But I can work with fifty and get it up to top grade.”

“One hundred...” Connie started.

“Let me get back to you on the starter kit,” Joe interrupted.

“When?”

“Next week? We’re meeting the publisher a week from yesterday.”

“Sure. And Joe?”

“Yes Stuart?”

“Get Lindy back.”

“I’ll try.”

“Was she drunk?”

“Yeah.”

“That girl should join AA.”

“Up to her.”

“Yeah.”

After they hung up, Joe saw the disappointment in Connie’s eyes. “Sorry. Just Stuart being Stuart,” he explained.

“Things won’t change in a month?”

“Probably not.”

“I could get you a suite here I bet.”

“And not let him change a 50 grand suite to a 100 grand one? Believe me, he’s excited.”

“50 grand’s a lot more agreeable,” Connie admitted reluctantly. “We got that figured, let’s figure out the other costs.”

Salaries surprised him the most, especially his. “Joe, we’re talking bottom line,” Connie insisted. “And with all your hats, actor, director, concept, writer, main artist, you deserve the lions share.”

She also added five more voice talents and ten more animators along with time and rental salary for orchestration and post dubbing. The cost moved uncomfortably for Joe into the several hundred thousand dollars, and she claimed they were being ultra-conservative. “Let me show you something,” she said, and put on a DVD of the Lion King, showing him the endless animation credits at the end. “I know its Disney, but we’re talking not even skeletal for this.”

“Connie,” Joe realized. “Is this going to end up looking amateurish if we don’t spend like the pros?”

“I don’t know, Joe,” Connie admitted. “I’ve worked with low budget rookies like Henry, but nothing in animation. But I think we’ll be alright for two reasons. One, it is animation so there’s no worries about constructing sets, setting up lighting and sound and all that, or going on location. Second, we’re not putting this on some giant screen or even your neighborhood multiplex. It’ll be TV screens or monitors. Sorry to scare you. I wanted you get some perspective, and...”

“No, I understand. We’re not making games anymore, we’re making movies, so it needs to open up, to cost.”

“Believe me, it’s easier to estimate high at the start than to beg for more after the fact. In fact going under budget can make the next project more attractive, unless of course it looks like it’s under budget.”

“I suppose you’ll be telling Roger the same thing.” Roger the publisher.

“And I hope he listens. Speaking of which, we should probably wind this up so I can give Henry a call to set up a meeting.”

They spent another hour on it, pulling together a budget.

“We’ll get back to it with fresh eyes,” Connie told Joe.

She called Henry and he agreed to a working lunch the next day, with her picking him up at the hotel.

“Neutral territory,” Joe nodded when she hung up.

“No bed in sight,” Connie smirked. “I could tell he’s a horndog with a wandering eye, asshole enough to fuck his friend’s girl.”

“He’s not a friend, just the person I knew with real directing talent who could put my script on the screen. It’s something we talked about since college when I first collaborated with him, and it’s what probably kept us in contact as acquaintances. That and our mutual love of film I guess. Just be wary of his charm. He can be a bit aggressive...”

“All my life I’ve been around men like him. Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”

“I might worry. I don’t trust him.”

“Don’t,” she smiled and moved close to him for a kiss.

“Keep that thought,” Joe smiled at the end. “I should check on Lindy.”

“You’re too good a guy Joe.”

“I need to.”

“Okay.”

“Joe,” Lindy sniffled quietly. “I don’t deserve it, but...”

“What do you need, Lindy?” Joe said softly, resisting his anger.

“Pick me up?”

“Tell me where you are?”

When she did, he let Connie know and she nodded. “It’s close,” she said.

“Give me a few minutes?” Joe asked.

“I’ll meet you outside.”

“I’ll be in Connie’s car.”

A pause. “Okay.”

When they hung up Connie mentioned, “I can drop you off at the office building.” His rental car was there still.

“If you wouldn’t mind coming with me.”

Connie chuckled. “I get it. Sure.”

Joe still wore the feminine robe, but had put on his jockeys underneath. Connie had put on panties under his dress shirt. She took the shirt off and handed it to him, exchanging it for the robe. He gazed at her boobs and the rest of her. “Damn I don’t want to go,” he said.

“You say the sweetest things,” she grinned and pulled his head down for a kiss.

They did go rescue Lindy who looked dazed and nervous, climbing into the back seat.

“Where to?” Connie asked.

“I think Lindy and I both want to change,” said Joe.

“I’ll drop you off at your car,” Connie agreed reluctantly.

Again it wasn’t far to the office building, the only conversation being Joe asking Lindy, “You okay?”

“Not really, no,” Lindy replied stoically, but clearly holding back tears.

When Connie parked beside the Toyota Camry rental, Lindy hopped out. Joe leaned over to Connie and kissed her. “Sorry about this.”

“I suppose you’re not going to come by tonight,” Connie asked.

“Maybe talk about it over dinner? My treat?”

“I’m on the expense account, Joe,” she grinned.

“Okay. Your treat.”

They both laughed and he gave her another quick kiss. “See you.”

“Yep.”

He got out. Lindy waited for him in the passenger seat since he pushed the remote to make sure it was his rental. He climbed into the driver’s seat, waving back at Connie’s wave. As soon as she disappeared, Lindy began to sob. “I’m such a fucking cunt doing that,” she managed to say.

“Did he hurt you?” Joe asked.

“I’m sore but kind of numb? I don’t remember except I’m pretty sure he got off and I didn’t. But Joe, this morning, I was pissed, mostly at myself but at him too. We’re supposed to work together! Anyway this morning I fucked him like he probably fucked me. Just had him lay there until I got off, but of course the asshole got off too. I made sure we were both slick enough which he never seems to do, so the pain is from last night. Maybe the mutual cum made it better somehow. I don’t know Joe. I don’t even know what I’m saying. I just know I fucked up. You were with Connie last night.”

“Yeah.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

Joe shrugged and began the long, traffic filled drive to his brother’s house. The silence between them didn’t feel nearly as comfortable as it used to. At least her sobbing ended.

No one was at the house. His sister in law was at work and his niece was at school. He didn’t know where his brother might be and hoped he might be out looking for a job. His joblessness, similar to Lindy’s had been, rooted to his alcoholism, didn’t make for a comfortable home, although Steve’s and his wife’s relationship had always been fractious. Somehow they remained together. Make up sex?

Joe had a key and knew the code for the alarm. He followed Lindy to their shared guest room. Acting like an old and perhaps fractious couple themselves, they quietly changed together into comfortable clothing from the business clothes they had been wearing.

“Joe,” Lindy finally broke the silence, halfway dressed, her top part covered by a bra and t shirt, with her bottom part naked, her slipping on fresh panties. Joe put on a soft cotton short sleeved shirt and was buttoning it after having pulled on some fresh underpants. “Can you forgive me?” completed the break of silence.

“Can you forgive yourself?” Joe returned.

Lindy nodded sadly, acknowledging his response rather than answering it.

They finished dressing and sat on the bed near each other but not touching. He looked at her, but her head remained bowed, gazing at the floor.

“Connie,” she finally said.

“What about her?”

“Do you like her?”

“I do. She asked me to marry her.”

Lindy laughed unexpectedly.

“She was serious,” Joe added.

She looked at him questioningly. “She was serious?”

“Yep. It seems the impelling females have to have a baby kicked in strongly, and she’s at the cusp of at least having a safe pregnancy.”

“But marriage? You don’t even know each other.”

“I guess what she got to know she liked.”

“I can’t blame her. You’re a good guy, clever, talented, not too bad looking...”

Joe laughed. “Thanks I guess.”

“And I bet you made her happy.”

“I tried.”

“And succeeded obviously.”

“In a way she’s a lot like me,” Joe explained. “She doesn’t suffer fools lightly. She doesn’t tend to lose her heart in relationships.”

“She’s being practical about this.”

“Yes.”

“And you think you’re like that too?”

“You don’t think so?”

“I guess you’ve never been the passionate sort, except physically. Neither of us has traded on the L word.”

“I guess since high school I’ve never been overwhelmed by a girl. I’ve never felt I completely needed anyone in my life.”

“There’s times when I feel really close to you where it feels a lot like love.”

“When in the throes of orgasm?”

“Then too, but I mean just being together seems so strong so that even words aren’t necessary to make us comfortable or better. We just are.”

“I know. I agree.”

“And I throw all that away with an asshole.”

“It’s more the specific asshole you chose.”

“You mean if it was some other asshole you’d be okay with it?”

“To tell you the truth I’m surprised it hasn’t happened.”

“Because of my drinking you don’t trust me.”

“Like I said I’ve never needed someone, specifically the woman I’m having a relationship with. The corollary to that is I don’t feel like I own you and vice versa.”

“But my drinking, the way I lose it, and the way it gets me horny, you don’t trust me. Like I know I made it hugely worse fucking that scumbag, but you figured I’d inevitably end up with some other guy, like when we’re out at some party or a bar, and just leave you.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’d be okay with that?”

“And you’d be okay with someone like Connie?”

“I deserved it in the situation.”

“But if it was some guy at a party, you’d be okay if I ended up with some girl?”

“I don’t know. I guess it would only be fair. But Joe ... I haven’t done that until now. And though it was obviously a stupid move knowing he practically raped me that one time, my stupid little mind was excited that he had my back, that he actually demanded I’d star in the picture. I was fucking grateful!”

“Literally,” Joe smirked.

“Fuck you.”

“No, Lindy, this was his plan the whole time. He’d get you grateful, he’d get you drunk and coked out, and then he’d get to fuck you.”

“He’d get his party girl.”

“And he’d get back at me.”

“Fuck! That whole stupid thing with the Wynona clone fucking years ago! Fucking arrogant fucking asshole!”

“Of course you’re not just his revenge against me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Uhm, the fact that you have the sexiest body I’ve ever known? And then there’s those big beautiful eyes to get lost in.”

“Stuck in a horse face.”

“Okay, you’re not some classic beauty, and I won’t condescend saying it’s interesting even if it is obviously, enough to have that special something that works on film, I won’t because to me you’re beautiful. First impression, honestly I didn’t see it, just those amazing eyes, but it didn’t take long for me register that special beauty you have that sometimes floors me.”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“I thought you were cute right off the bat, and your body definitely turned me on. But, not so much when I’m looking at you because, you know, I’m used to you and your just you, but I’ll look at a picture of you and it’s like once removed or something you just look so handsome. Like when everyone’s seeing you on film and they’re thinking, ‘hmm, good actor but he just doesn’t have that movie presence,’ I just don’t get it.”

“I guess you wouldn’t make a good casting director.”

“I guess not,” she laughed.

“So about Connie...”

“You mean Mrs. Solomon?” she smirked.

“She’d never be called Mrs. Solomon,” Joe chuckled. “The thing is, there’s this guy named Stuart. You know, my partner?”

“Oh my God! He’d never move to LA! Especially with him being completely in love with Mary! Connie must hate him!”

“No one can hate that clueless nerd for long,” Joe chuckled.

“And you’re not going to abandon him?”

“He’ll always be my collaborator, Lindy, him and Dave. We feed off each other. Besides, I bet the animation suite he pulls together is going to be awesome. This little studio in the backwaters of Minneapolis is going to blow the socks of the LA animators and their army of workers.”

“You’re really excited about this.”

“I am. You going to join us?”

“You still want me to?”

“I do, and Stuart definitely does. He insisted I get you back to your senses so we can work together.”

“A night with that asshole pulled me right back. But what about the film?”

“Preproduction. He’s got to plan everything.”

“But he’s already done all that.”

“Maybe he has, but he’s going to have to get everyone into the plan. He’s going to have to find a set designer, a costume designer, a casting director and a cast, a sound guy, a cinematographer and whatever else. He’s going to have to find them and he’s going to have to work with them, have them get his concepts and get his approval for what they come up with. With it being his first time, it’ll take him months.”

“But won’t they need me for casting?”

“Maybe, but casting I imagine will come late. I can’t imagine you can just have a cast sit on their hands. And he’s already got Mitch to attract other names, although I imagine the budget will require less known actors.”

“Then yeah, I’ll do voices.”

“Connie thinks we’ll need more voice talent, but there’s plenty in the Twin Cities.”

“True.”

Lindy became suddenly nervous. “I’m just going to say it.”

“Say what?”

“I’m probably going to be fucking Henry when he begins working with me.”

“Why?”

“Honestly? Because I kind of like that big cock of his.”

Joe laughed. “You sure know how to screw up a man’s ego.”

“No way will he ever be better than you. You have a great cock, Joe, and you definitely know how to use it. You’ll always be the best lover I’ve ever had, no contest. But there’s something about that fat cock that just hits me right. But it will only be if I’m in control, if I’m ready for it. The second he tries sticking that thing in me again when I’m not ready, that will be last time he gets anyway near my cunt.”

“An admirable ultimatum, but I have two problems with it. Well three if you consider that arrogant rapist asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

“Maybe he deserves the party girl, or more I deserve him and not you who’s so much better a man than him.”

“The party girl’s a problem or a dangerous character, to her, to you, but I admit I enjoy her. As far as the other considerations, first you end up not getting that fat cock that you like, and second there’s the party girl, drunk, horny and shameless, who’s going to end up getting fucked unprepared by an asshole without concern for your own pleasure. All I can say is thankfully your horniness creates juices, though I prefer to add some more abundance of them.”

“I think he actually did that when I sucked him, but much too perfunctory, too much in a hurry to get to the main event, and that’s for him to cum in my cunt whether I join him or not, and probably not.”

“And you’re thinking maybe you can train him to treat the party girl to her own pleasure.”

“That’s the hope. Maybe the ultimatum might have to be something less drastic, something that might help the training, like time off or something.”

“And if he finds someone to fill in?”

“I’m sure there’s dildos his size.”

“I’m sure there are,” Joe chuckled.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Not really, but I don’t own you.”

“Maybe you should,” she said quietly.

“Lindy?”

“What would it take to be just us, the way it’s been for a while? Connie was your first since we started going out, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And asshole, unfortunately my first, almost my second if he hadn’t been a pig with a beer can for a cock. So that’s the problem. A guy, not you, gets me wasted, and that’s all it takes to forget you and fuck him. If I got sober...”

“Just for me? And you’d have to stick with it. Nobody gets as wasted as an alcoholic who falls off the wagon.”

“You know what they say about hitting bottom.”

“And Henry was hitting bottom?”

“I don’t know, Joe.”

“We’ll continue that conversation when you do know.”

“And how long would I need to be sober?”

“Before we decide to stay exclusive? I can’t say. Was this a test? Getting with Henry?”

“Maybe it was.”

“And I guess I failed.”

“Yeah. Can we still be lovers?”

“Did he bother with condoms?”

“Goddamnit.”

“Get tested, okay? And not just for me.”

“Yes Joe.”

“Let’s find a clinic, okay?”

“Yes Joe. Did I ruin our closeness?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure we’ll know soon.”

“True,” she smiled.

Weirdly despite the unpleasant twists and turns of the conversation, Connie’s proposal and Henry’s fat cock testing both of them, driving to the clinic the comfortable silence returned immediately. Lindy took his hand. They shared a smile.

While she was examined and her samples taken, Joe called Connie and they made plans for dinner.

“You don’t happen to have a guest room?” Joe asked.

“You mean for Lindy?” Connie laughed.

“Even if I wanted to, and I’m not really sure I do right now, Henry and Lindy had unprotected sex. We’re actually at a clinic now.”

“I see. And she won’t mind hearing me getting blissfully fucked?”

“She made her bed so to speak. Maybe she’ll empathize.”

“You mean masturbate?”

“I guess that’s what I mean. Any sex shops in Long Beach? She seems to have accrued a size fetish.”

“Sorry to hear that, but there’s definitely nothing wrong with your size.”

“She said the same, and I actually believe you.”

They both laughed.

“I actually know a good one next to a strip club,” Connie informed him.

“And how would you know that?”

“Studying the competition? Actually part of my job.”

“Entertaining the clients?”

“Yep. There’s fancier clubs where the girls are practically guaranteed to be gorgeous, but this one is big, and I like the variety, all shapes and sizes and colors. Some clients are more comfortable there, and others want to slum it.”

“I presume you give your client a choice.”

“Of course, and it often surprises me the guy born with a silver spoon chooses the Long Beach one while the guy climbing out of the lower classes wants the more selective places.”

“Both living the fantasy.”

“I guess so. I’ll text you the address.”

“Thanks. And dinner?”

“You want to play tourist, or... ?”

“I’m going to be here for another week,” Joe pointed out, “and I assume you’re going to be busy with Henry. Maybe we could meet up somewhere and you can show me your LA?”

“You mean shopping?” Connie laughed. “Because that’s what I enjoy when I’m not busy. That and walking the beach.”

“I think Lindy would enjoy the first and I’d enjoy the last.”

“We could do both albeit lowbrow for the shopping if you want to meet up at Venice Beach.”

“I’d like that.”

“Give me a couple hours, three with the driving. I’m actually working.”

“Oh?”

“Research.”

“On what?”

“On you. I’m on your comics’ site right now and I want to look at your games.”

“Let me give you a couple passwords to access both.”

“Thanks, but why don’t you text them to me after I text you the sex shop address.”

“Good idea. So seven at Venice Beach?”

“Sounds good. Just meet me at the big skate rental place right by Muscle Beach. There’s a pretty great falafel place nearby.”

“See you then.”

“See you.”

They hung up. Joe waited for her text and sent his after he received it. Lindy was by his side when he texted.

“Ready?” he asked her.

She nodded. “Where to?”

“It’s a secret,” he smirked while typing away at his smartphone mapping the sex shop. “No peaking.” He saw it was just off the main drag farther down, so easily memorized. “Let’s go,” he grinned, pocketing his phone.

She laughed when he parked in front of the two story building housing the sex shop. “I thought you might want to get something Henry sized,” he grinned.

“Asshole,” Lindy muttered, but smiled herself.

Entering the fairly large building, the shop was on the left and a path to the right led to a row of doors, stalls to be closed when watching and masturbating to ladies behind glass, private live action peep shows. Other stalls lined the front of the proper shop which allowed customers to masturbate to videos. Several aisles carried magazines, books, videos and various sexual items. An elevator led upstairs where, apparently, the strippers next door shopped for clothing. Costumes for S and M and fetishes and fantasies like naughty nurses and school girl uniforms could be found there as well. Though entertained by the multitude of items, Joe didn’t purchase anything. Lindy on the other hand left with a full bag, including a rabbit vibrator, a Henry sized dildo and one that had Joe’s dimensions, some flavored lubricant and a large box of magnum sized condoms. Joe could tell Lindy was embarrassed, especially at the counter, but she hid it fairly well.

Outside, she gazed at the even larger building next door, the strip club.

“Ever been to one?” Joe asked, opening the trunk for her to stash her stuff.

“Nope. You?”

“Some. Research. Come on.”

As per gentlemen clubs all over, eyes had to adjust from LA afternoon sun to a darkly lit interior. A big black guy, bouncer presumably gave them a friendly smile. “No cover this early, but a two drink minimum. Since it’s slow let’s make it 10 dollars for the two of you,” he spoke loudly over the disco thrum beyond a red velvet curtain.

“Thanks,” Joe yelled back, handing the man a twenty and getting ones for change, definitely a strip joint, and four generic tickets off a roll.

A very large space became revealed when they passed beyond the curtain, making it almost look desolate with the few patrons. A stage jutted phallically, if a phallus had a particularly large head compared to its shaft, the head being the main stage for a dancer, pole at the center. Two other poles sat unoccupied where the balls would be. An Amazonian white woman with a cute face currently danced on the main stage, or slammed her big body down there in front of one of two men seated just below her. Her nakedness surprised Joe, bringing the first question to the cute slim black woman scantily dressed who approached them when they sat at a small round table near the middle of the place. “Alcohol free?”