Chapter 2

As I suspected, Sean must’ve come to his senses, and they never phoned. Luckily enough, after about a week of cooling my heels, it turned out I needn’t have worried about work. Several years prior, a woman had called a couple I knew from my days in Germany. They’d moved to LA, where they’d become involved in both the entertainment business and the local lifestyle scene. Since then, they’d referred me to several folks, including this woman, “Alyssa.” Networking, networking, networking. And the couple provided a useful cut-out between the client and me.

Cut-out? Yep, because at the time Alyssa was big on a popular television show. She’s since gone on to become both a successful TV and movie actress. Anyway, over the years, she’d hired me from time to time. It wasn’t a couple’s event, just an escort job. Her husband was in the movie business and often out of the country on shoots. No matter, she paid well, and on time. According to Alyssa, her husband felt better about paying for her company rather than getting caught by the ever-prowling paparazzi.

However, the main issue was always how to meet, especially since Alyssa’s thing was to be fucked like a wild animal out in the open. Sounds fun, right? Nope. Photogs staked her out all day, and all night. Any attempt by her to travel was covered and reported. Oh, and where do you find empty outdoors near enough to her LA home that I could return her before dawn?

But, Lady Luck continued to grant me her blessings. A buddy of mine had taken over the family business after leaving the Army. The company installed and serviced water softeners. And had a fleet of Ford vans. Hollywood Hills mansions have water softeners. And she and her husband lived in a legit mansion—wrought-iron gates and high walls surrounding a compound of white-trimmed, beige stucco buildings. Not to mention the big, leafy trees and a golf-course lawn. Oh, and two swimming pools. Two!

Anyway, she wanted company, so I scrounged together enough money to fly to California, leaving any thoughts of Karen and Sean in my rearview. After getting paid and reimbursed for expenses, I’d return in a couple of days and get that motor mount replaced. Then I could get on the road.

Once I arrived, I grabbed a cab to a cheap motel near my friend’s warehouse and waited until evening. After nightfall, I hiked over to meet him, slipped into a uniform and removed the bulkiest gear from the rear of a vehicle. Buddies or not, he never asked questions, and I always split off some of my pay to him once I’d returned his van. No harm, no foul. On the way back, I’d even gas it up and run it through a carwash.

The tricky part always revolved around Alyssa telling me she’d somehow distracted her entourage of crack-addled minders and strap-hangers. Yeah, the nineties. By then, good old cocaine, the powdered type, had morphed into its crystalline form. Not that I partook, but it was always good to know what others might be using. Anyway, after heading to the rear of a strip mall along 101 past Mulholland, I paged her before leaning back to wait.

By the time my beeper rang, I was half-asleep. With a grunt, I jerked awake to find a security guard wandering closer. After a quick wave at his startled face, I rolled forward and glanced down to see if she’d given me the all-clear code.

666

Get it? Sex, sex, sex.

Yeh, well, she thought it was fucking hilarious. Anyway, I wound my way up Mulholland, looking like a harried service guy called out on a late-night job for the rich and famous. Which now that I look back, I sorta was. Service. Get it? Ha.

Cue up “Mission Impossible” theme. No sooner had I rolled to the towering gates than one rumbled aside to let me pass. With the radio playing salsa, I moved around the six-car garage to the truck dock behind the home’s service annex. After reversing to the stairs beside the dock, I settled back and waited thirty minutes.

This was the longest part of the entire event. It takes a while to service a water softener. Paparazzi aren’t stupid. But she knew I was close and, as I shifted in my seat to release the pressure in my groin, I definitely knew what she craved. Well, me too. It’d been a while.

With a grin, I paged her I was ready for her to come out.

666

Yeh, again.

666

She replied; we kept it simple. She was on her way. After one last scan of the dark courtyard and swaying trees, I lurched from the cab to open the rear doors. Just in time. About three seconds later, the annex door flew open with a thud. Long blonde tresses swirling behind her and hunched under a blue and white Mexican blanket, Alyssa dashed down the steps while flashing me an enormous smile. After tossing her bag into the back of the van, her soft, manicured fingers slid into my outstretched hand. With a grin, I lifted her to the pile of soft blankets inside and closed the doors.

After leaping into the driver’s seat, I moved the rearview to look at her as she shifted the blanket.

“How’re you, Alyssa?”

“Horny as fuck.” She chuckled as she slipped the blanket apart to give me a view. As usual, she was naked; her firm, full tits wobbled as she swayed them at me.

With a chuckle, I shook my head. “Naughty, naughty. You could catch a cold.”

“Not with you wrapped around me...” When she paused, I glanced at her. Blue eyes gleaming, she was running her tongue over her glossy red lips. She added in a husky voice. “And deep inside me.”

“Hmm, I do miss that tight little pussy.” She liked to play. I liked to play. I mean, she was hot as hell and fun to boot. “Show me.”

The shelves rattled as she leaned back and spread her tanned legs wide. Her outstretched hands skimmed downwards until her fingertips found her folds, glistening as her shiny nails spread them wider. Yeh, she was definitely horny. With a smile, I pressed on the accelerator and we headed to the distant hills. It was about a half hour drive, and the whole time, whimper after whimper slid from Alyssa as she continued to run her fingers over her body. A natural-born actress; she did love putting on a show.

With the blanket crumpled under her, Alyssa stared at me in the rearview, but each time her fingers got close to her gleaming slit, I’d shake my head. After feigning a pout, she’d drag her red nails away. Like I said, she was a damned good entertainer. And getting us both hornier by the second.

At long last, I pulled off the winding road and onto a dusty trail. This late at night, there were no other vehicles as we lurched along. After leaving a patch of scrubby trees, I killed the lights and slow-rolled towards our spot. Well, one of several spots, just in case this was taken. But it was her favorite, offering a vista of Reseda and Northridge in the distance. After we’d used it a few times, she’d explained growing up in that valley and how much she loved proving a point.

Once I cut the engine, I dropped from the cab to open the rear doors. Now covered once again by the Mexican blanket, Alyssa’s blue pools and glossy lips glittered in the dark compartment as I grabbed a thicker gray blanket from the floor. After flashing her a smile, she gave me a flash—of everything.

“That should keep you motivated,” she said, before biting her lower lip and pulling the thick striped cloth closed.

After a laugh, I glanced down at my tight uniform crotch. “What, you can’t tell I’m motivated already?”

Before she could reply, I laughed again, tossed the gray blanket over my shoulder, and grabbed a wooden mallet. After stepping into the shrubs, I found our spot and spread the blanket before tamping down stakes at its edges. Though Alyssa enjoyed putting on a show, having her all marked up from stones and dirt burns would give her game away. She hadn’t liked the idea of using ground cover the first time I’d suggested it. But now she understood; it was her I was worried about. Always. Client first.

It was a wide blanket; she really enjoyed sending her message.

While heading back to the vehicle, I peeled off my uniform. Once I’d stepped to the rear exit, Alyssa’s breath hitched as she gawked at my wavering pole.

“Oh, God, Tommy ... I’d forgotten.” She swallowed and crawled closer, her eyes on my shaft and its gleaming purple bulb. “All for me?”

“All for you, Alley-cat.”

After a chuckle, she purred while reaching for my cock. When her quivering fingers slid down it, tingles raced up my spine. This was her time. With a sigh, I planted my feet and swept the hair from her face as she leaned forward. Her velvet lips landed on my tip as her gentle fists skimmed my shaft. While flicking her tongue around her gleaming lips, she lifted her face to gaze at me.

“It’s so—magnificent.”

Before I could respond, her mouth dropped. Her stretching, soft lips engulfed my aching knob and continued downwards. In seconds, her fingers gripped tighter, stroking me in time with her rapid bobbing. While smiling through gritted teeth, I rested my hands on the sides of her bounding head. She was magnificent. And she knew what she wanted.

Even as she sucked, she crept closer to the edge before ripping the blanket from her frame. As I struggled for air, bucking into her racing mouth, my fingers dug into her skull and held on. This would be close. As I said, it’d been a while, but timing was everything. My toes clawed the dirt as my thighs spasmed.

With a snarl, I clamped her head and ripped it from me, sending flailing silvery trails of thick saliva into the moonlight. Her eyes met mine as the first jet arced towards her face. A fat strand of white goo slapped across her red-tinged cheek and hung there amongst her drool, swaying as she panted. As I continued to growl, eyes still on me, her hands pumped quicker, delivering more spurts over her open lips and arching chest. As the last dribbles worked free of me, she rubbed my drooling cock over her wobbling tits, poking at my slit with her sharp nipples.

“You’re mine, fuck-beast.” As soon as I spat the words, I pressed my hands into her sticky, shaking boobs.

Allyssa stared as I pushed my fingers upwards, smearing cum into her smooth skin, up her neck and over her cheeks, before shoving my glossy digits into her soft lips. As she slurped, I yanked her from the van and dragged her into the brush. While stumbling beside me, one of her fists kept pumping my shaft, again hardening in preparation for what was to come.

With a snarl, I flung her to the center of the blanket. Even as her blonde tresses settled around her shaking shoulders, she forced herself onto all fours, glaring out at the lights. After dropping to my knees behind her, I dropped my splayed hands on her shaking hips.

“What do you want, Alley-cat?”

“Fuck me, Tommy!” She vibrated under my hands as she stared, wide-eyed, at the valley. She paused; a tremor flashed through her, pulling a surprised grunt from me. “Fuck me so goddamned hard.”

Now you’re thinking, this is fine. This is gonna be great ... But here’s the thing. We’d done this before, but as she said the last, she whipped her head around to stare up at me through her swirling hair. Alyssa had never done that before. Her eyes glinted. My heart, usually pretty calm even with her before me, stammered faster.

Gripping my shaft, I drove my knob into her dripping petals. Instead of thrusting into me as usual, she continued to stare. It was—unnerving. Only after I rocked forward and sank into her sleek, clenching tightness did her mouth drop open and her eyes widen.

“Oh, there’s my wonderful Alley-cat pussy.” As I clamped her hips and pushed inwards, I was still playing my role. “God, how I’ve missed that.”

Except, the thing is—she hadn’t moved; other than her panting as I plunged into her and the maddeningly tight undulations along her velvet insides. Eyes narrowing, assessing, she stared; her lines forgotten. She usually howled and begged me to fuck her harder. An actress—forgetting her role?

Her head whipped from me before arching upwards. Okay, she was back. Her ass flew backward to meet my next thrust. Soon the loud, wet sounds of our flesh slapping together resounded across the hillside.

A howl tore from her throat—wavering and half-hearted. What the hell?

“Come on Alley-cat. Grip me with that sexy pussy.” After I said my line, she complied. And then continued to squeeze so hard, I struggled to breathe. As sweat broke out on her, I slid my hands to get a better grip on her waist as she flew back and forth. “That’s it. Fuck me, you sexy little Alley-cat.”

“Am I really your sexy little Alley-cat?”

Wait a minute—that was supposed to be a statement, not a question. And even as I clamped tight to her, rocking ever faster; she kept crushing my shaft through her building waves. Though still flying, soon her body twisted in my hands. She was getting close. Hell, with what she was doing, I was getting close. My eyes scanned the city lights as I exhaled, letting my fingers glide upward along her ribs.