Chapter 31

Author’s Note: We’re in a bit of a plot-heavy period, and that continues here. There’s a lot of groundwork for some big things that are coming up that will shake the group to its core. But hopefully you’ll find some bread crumbs here that will play out in the future, and there also will be some fun with it! Please enjoy.

The real reason I needed to meet with Kayla so early was that we were fast approaching moving day, and we had a lot of details to start attending to. We were packing up some things at our Hollywood Hills house, but mostly the girls were shopping for furniture. After my meeting with Kayla, I had to meet them at Juliet’s before we went over to the new place to meet an interior designer. I didn’t understand how anyone could undertake a move of this magnitude without at least four girlfriends.

So I only had an hour to chat with Kayla, and after the previous night’s double date made me curious about what her real motives were for wanting to meet with me. When I arrived at the Daydream house, I found her exactly where I had left her the day before. The pile of cocaine on the mirror had been refreshed, but otherwise she was still glued to the computer screen.

“Did you move at all in the past eighteen hours?” I asked when I walked in.

“Of course,” she said. “I had to get water and more snow.”

She batted her eyelashes at me. She was more wired than before.

“How was your date with my husband?” she asked, talking fast.

“An adventure,” I said. “Fun.”

“Jess is fun, too,” Kayla said. “She’s really a party girl at heart.”

I laughed. “Oh, I know,” I said. “But you didn’t bring me here to tell me that.”

“You’re right,” Kayla said. She closed her laptop. “Come shower with me, and we can talk about it.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Come on,” she said. “You know where my husband and your girlfriend are. What’s the harm? No one else is even here.”

“Do I detect a little bit of saltiness?” I said.

“I’m tired,” she said. “I’ve been working nonstop. Seems like I’m the only one.”

“It is a little saltiness,” I teased.

“Well, if you want to succeed, you’ve got to have drive,” Kayla said.

She stood up and strode toward the stairs and nearly stomped up them. I followed. The tantrum was cute but also curious.

“Maybe lay off the coke and get some rest,” I suggested.

“After today,” she said, not bothering to look back. “I’ll have it done, and we can keep pressing forward.”

The bottoms of her pert ass cheeks hung out the back of her very short shorts. I utilized my long strides to catch up to her. She walked into the master bedroom and straight to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower, full-blast on hot. I leaned against one of the vanities and sized her up. She stripped off her skimpy shirt. The faint curl of a smile turned up her lips when she saw me ogling her tits. I couldn’t help myself.

“I ran a company that failed,” she said. “I’m not going down with the ship twice in less than a year.”

“I thought things with Daydream were off to a hot start,” I said.

“Sure,” Kayla said. “But you have to keep grinding out content. We barely have any talent. I’m the only professional. I’m the only one who can make it work.”

“Seems like all of you are putting a lot into it right now,” I said.

“The only thing the others are putting in is coke up their noses or playing with each other,” Kayla said.

The steam began to rise from the shower and obscure my view of her.

“It’s not all on your shoulders,” I said. “I know how hard Jess is working. I’ve seen it myself.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Kayla said, now stripping off her shorts and tossing them aside. “But Jess doesn’t know shit about the porn industry.”

“Does that matter?” I said. I wanted to say success was success but thought the better of it.

“Do you want me poking my nose into your movie financing business?” she said.

I laughed, and Kayla shot daggers at me.

“I mean, listen, I’m a finance guy,” I said. “I do deals. I had no fucking clue about anything to do with movies or making them or financing them. But I got it done. Sometimes it takes a fresh perspective.”

“Get in,” Kayla said, pointing at the shower and ignoring my last comment.

She immediately put her whole athletic, petite body under the double shower head and closed her eyes as the water flowed down her. My cock stirred, and I stripped. Kayla wiped away the water and looked at me with those piercing eyes when she heard me open the door.

“Feel better?” I asked. “A shower can be amazing.”

“I needed the steam,” she said. “Too much coke.”

“Ever done a booty bump?” I volunteered.

“You mean boofing?” she asked.

“Same thing, cuter name,” I said. “Jess can tell you about it.”

“I’m tired of hearing about Jess,” Kayla said, exasperated.

“Why the animosity?” I asked seriously, letting the water wash over me now.

“I’m keeping this fledgling company alive,” Kayla spat. “I’ve directed the movies. I’ve starred in the movies. Hell, my name is this company.”

“Jess got the financing,” I said. “She’s been involved from the start. She got you.”

“You got the financing,” she said. “Jess is a glorified fluffer whose more interested in being Manny’s fuck doll. I don’t need to put up with this shit without equity.”

Petey had told me before we got into this that porn could be lucrative but to watch out for the drama. The drama was coming hard and fast.

“Do you want me to talk to Jess?” I suggested.

“About?” Kayla said.

“All of it,” I said.

“You’d do that?” she said, her expression softening.

“Sure,” I said. “I’m invested in Daydream succeeding. I want it to do well. I want it to be fun.”

The concerns inside me had started to grow. What was Jess doing? Was she falling off the deep end again? This had seemed like such a good opportunity for her to flourish, to expand her empire. Was it too much? I didn’t get to think about it long because, all of the sudden, Kayla was on her knees in the shower and swallowing my flaccid cock.

“Fuck,” I said at the unexpected oral treat.

“Relax,” Kayla said. “Let me work.”

I closed my eyes and let the water beat down on me. My cock got hard in Kayla’s mouth immediately. She left no doubt that she was a professional. Her oral skills were unparalleled. She deep-throated as if it were second nature. She made eye contact, despite the misting water covering her long lashes. She used her hand as if it were a cock ring, jerking me in time to her head bobbing. She buried her mouth on my balls before going back to sucking me. It wasn’t five minutes before she sensed my cock pulsing and started jerking me furiously.

“Cum,” was all she said.

And my load erupted all over her smiling, cheerful face. What a fucking clinic, I thought as my cock twitched the final few times. Kayla chuckled before she stood up again and let the water wash off the gooey mess.

“That’s better,” she said. “Sorry for the rant.”

“If that’s how you rant,” I said, “I’m cool with it anytime.”

She stepped out of the shower, and I turned off the water. As she dried herself off, Kayla’s face turned serious again.

“You’re going to talk to Jess, right?” she said.

Moving day came fast, and, along with it, all the stress and chaos of uprooting to a new home. In retrospect, it turned out to be a major turning point in our lives. We just didn’t know it right away. I mean, we knew something big was happening. We were relocating to one of the most exclusive, expensive neighborhoods in the country. Juliet Lawson would be our neighbor, for god’s sake. It was like we were locking ourselves away into a permanent fantasy world.