Chapter 73

Author’s Note: We’ve got about 7-8 chapters left in Book Four here. There is a lot to pack in, but I hope you enjoy the ride. It’s going to really change the dynamic of what’s coming. That’s right – we will definitely move right into Book Five when this is done. I hope you enjoy it.

After a quiet weekend at home, which helped ground all four of us and stop the whirlwind of events unfolding around us, I jetted off to LA the following Wednesday. Petey wanted to meet, and he sent his private jet for me. It was going to be a quick up-and-back again. I’d return to Houston on Thursday morning.

Jess dropped me at the airport and wished me luck. I hurried aboard the plane, anxious to get the trip over and return to the girls. The big day for Kat and all of us was a whisper away. But as soon as I stepped past the threshold of the cabin, I knew I was going to be in for more of a ride than I had bargained for.

“Welcome to All Anal Airways,” a giggling, singsong voice from the back of the plane said.

Surprising me once more, like she always seemed to, was Juliet Lawson. She sat at the table facing the front of the cabin. A cold bottle of Dom Perignon and four lines of cocaine were next to her.

“And here I thought I’d be able to work on my presentation during the flight,” I said sarcastically.

“You’re going to have to work on your penetration instead,” Juliet said.

She was a silly, smiling vision in Lululemon. Her yoga pants and workout tank top looked as if they had been designed for her. Who knows – maybe they were. Despite a messy ponytail and what must have been an incredibly early wakeup call, she looked photoshoot ready. Her makeup was done, and she batted her eyes at me, beckoning me to sit next to her.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said and gave me one of her soft kisses.

“You know, Kat would flip out if she ever heard that you call me that,” I said. “It’s been her pet name for me since we met.”

“But, daddy, I just want to be a good girl that satisfies you,” she pouted.

It dawned on me that this probably was another of Juliet’s power plays. It was so ingrained in Hollywood culture, I don’t even think she consciously realized she did it. Transparency had worked well for us, and I knew it would be dangerous to take even one step away from that.

“Seriously, Juliet,” I said sternly, with a look to match. “Kat takes it really seriously. If you keep doing it, you’re disrespecting her. That puts me in an impossible position, and it’s unfair.”

She looked hurt, but I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine expression.

“It’s just acting,” she said. “I’m trying to turn you on.”

“You will turn me on even more if we just avoid that one word,” I said with a light laugh.

“Kat would really be that mad?” she asked, pulling back her actress mask.

“Probably more mad than I’m making clear,” I said. “She can be very possessive about certain things.”

“Okay,” Juliet said. “This is supposed to be fun, right?” She put on a seductive look, and I was just astonished at how intentionally and skillfully she could change facial expressions and do it so convincingly. “Maybe I’ll just call you ‘sir’ then.”

I laughed and said, “Because I’m so overwhelmingly powerful.”

“But for real,” she said, rubbing her hands up and down my thighs. “Is there something that would make it more fun for you?”

Was this insecurity I detected?

“No, baby,” I said and kissed her. “Just being here, being with you is like living out the craziest fantasy I can imagine. Just be yourself.”

It was Juliet’s turn to laugh. “I’m on camera so much,” she said, “I’m not sure what’s real anymore!”

“I find that hard to believe,” I said.

“Petey already has another role for me,” she said. “It looks like filming will start in a few months. I’ve been doing three movies a year for what feels like forever. It really is easy to lose your sense of self.”

“Well fine,” I said. “Then when you’re with me? Just be a naughty little slut who can’t get enough cock.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. The plane was taxiing to the runway, and we were airborne in moments. The flight attendant brought us some light refreshments and also placed a glass straw on the table next to the cocaine.

“Exceptional service,” I noted.

“Heather has been working here ever since I first flew with Peter and Stephen,” Juliet said. “Gosh, that must have been seven years ago.”

“But you haven’t been in a movie with Stephen before?” I said.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “This was the first.”

“Do you think it’s worth the buzz?” I asked.

“I can’t get caught up in that,” she said. “It’s like when you were in school, and people liked to talk about a test after you took it. That’s just an invitation to get inside your own head. The cake is baked at that point. There’s nothing you can do to change it. You have no control. For me, I just have to move on. The hard work goes in during the production. After that? It’s out of my hands.”

“That’s a very diplomatic answer,” I said.

Juliet moved and sat on my lap. She felt warm and very light on my legs.

“It’s just how I have to approach it,” she said. “If I allow myself to get caught up in buzz? I lose. I’ll either get acclaim, get slammed by the critics, or somewhere between the two. What I do know is that what I could control? The work I put into this movie? It was the best I’ve ever done. I’m going to be proud of it no matter what.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to get all caught up in the hype.”

“I don’t think you are,” she said and ran a hand through my hair. “If you got caught up in the hype, you wouldn’t ask questions. You’d just talk down to me like an Oscar is a forgone conclusion, like a lot of people do.”

“I can’t imagine that’s ever a foregone conclusion,” I said with a chuckle.

“I like you,” Juliet said. “You’re very down-to-earth. I don’t get to spend a ton of time with people who are grounded.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.

She let her lips brush mine as she said, “It’s a real compliment. I think you’re good for me.”

“You make me sound like a side of vegetables,” I said with a chuckle.

“A carrot maybe,” she said, now kissing my ear. “A long, thick, throbbing carrot.”

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“What a coincidence,” Juliet said. “I want to get fucked.”

I ground my hard crotch into her ass.

“Then strip,” I ordered. “I want to see you naked.”

Juliet obediently slid off my lap and stood up. She had a pregnant smile on her face.

“I wasn’t sure you’d get there, but I think you just did,” she said.

“Get where?” I asked, confused.

“You aren’t starstruck by me anymore,” she said.

“I wouldn’t say that,” I said. “When I’m with you, it’s like a fantasy every time.”

“No, it’s a good thing, John,” she said. “Just then. You forget I’m Juliet Lawson. You treated me like just Juliet.”

“There’s nothing just about you, Juliet,” I said.

“I don’t think you get it,” she said, still smiling as she stood before me naked now. “It’s perfect. It’s hard to explain. At least, I don’t want to explain until after I get that hard dick inside me. Feeling you cum inside me has become one of my favorite things.”

“Want to get my cock really hard?” I said. “Do a couple of those lines.”

“So you’re that kind of naughty boy, huh?” Juliet said.

“I think you pretty much already knew that,” I told her.

“You like knowing a girl is going to lose control,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

“I always have,” I said.

“What got you into that?” she asked.

I relayed the story of being in college, dating the cheerleader at UCLA, and becoming deeply caught up in this fetish. It had lingered the rest of my life.

“You know I went to UCLA,” Juliet said. “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” I arched my eyebrows.

“It was mostly online,” she said. “I did a couple classes in person early on. But I was barely able to manage more than six or nine credits at a time.”

“Six or nine, huh?” I teased.

“So it took me years,” Julie said, ignoring my comment. “But it was the most important thing to my mom, so I got a degree. Anyway, can I hit the coke now?”

She smiled at me, and I could see the mention of her mom was not an invitation to follow-up questions.

“That’s a rhetorical question to me,” I said.

Juliet put a sultry look on her face, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or the cocaine. She twirled the straw in her hand and glanced up at me. With determination, she snorted a line with incredible force. She repeated it with the same intensity on the second line.

“Ugh! Yeah!” Julie exclaimed as she pulled her up from the tabletop. Her eyelids fluttered, and she gave a satisfied, O-shaped grin.

“That was fucking hot,” I said. “Seriously fucking hot.”

“Is that big dick nice and hard for me?” Julie said, the words almost visibly dripping off her lips.

“Incredibly hard,” I said. “I can feel it throbbing.”

“Oh, I love feeling a man’s heartbeat in his dick,” she said, nearly crawling back over the table and straddling my lap.

With skilled hands, Juliet snaked her fingers inside the waistband of my slacks and felt for my erection.

“You think you would get harder if you did those other two lines?” she asked.

“You know that answer as well as I do,” I said. “I love fucking on coke. It makes me feel like Superman.”

“Well, then you better do them before I do,” Juliet said.

Before I could move closer to the coke, she had my belt and fly undone. As I slid over toward it, she deftly slipped my pants and boxers off.

“Just lean over,” she said. “Let me lick your balls while you hit it.”

I did as I was told, leaving my backside exposed to her. Juliet’s tongue greedily bathed my dangling balls in spit. I snorted the coke aggressively, always loving the immediate rush of anticipation. There was just something sexy about it, and doing lines on a private jet with Juliet made it feel glamorous. It also felt better having the starlet suck my balls while the coke rocked my brain.

“Shit, that’s nice,” I said. “Let’s fuck. Right now.”

“Why don’t you just bend me over this table and pick a hole,” Juliet suggested.

I ground my crotch into her ass as she backed it into me. But I had something specific in mind. I wanted to look Juliet in the eyes. I spun her around and kissed her. I pushed her back, so her ass rested on the edge of the table, and hoped the surface would be sturdy enough. I knelt down, bringing my cock in alignment with her supremely soft pussy lips. Juliet swung her left leg out across the back of the bench seat to ease my access. As I sunk into her, I also realized her maneuver let me penetrate her more deeply.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried when I bottomed out inside her. “I almost forgot how good that is. You feel so fucking good.”

“You forgot?” Juliet teased, her eyes boring into mine. It was precisely the effect I wanted.

“Of course I didn’t,” I said. “I said almost.”

“Then you need to fuck me more,” she said. “I can’t have you getting to almost again.”

I laughed and focused on fucking her with long, smooth, and powerful strokes. The pace was neither fast nor slow. It was intimate and strong. I wanted it to be about our connection, which I felt was growing. Our coupling continued, wordlessly, until Juliet came. It came out of left field and with surprising force. She muffled her moans by sealing her lips to mine. I noticed how the combination of her arousal and subtle perfume smelled incredible.

“Fuck, fuck,” Juliet sighed. “Your turn. Your turn. I really just want to feel you shoot in me.”

She dug her hands into my ass, the fingernails putting intense pressure on my skin. I had refused to slacken the pace of my strokes. Her magnificent cunt, always so velvety and secure around my cock, milked me. She was a sexual artist. A natural. I was powerless to resist when I was with her. My cock twitched and spurted, filling her with my sperm as I moaned helplessly into her neck.