Chapter 119

We were sitting in the restaurant at the Four Seasons trying not to call attention to ourselves. Hidden by our long tablecloth, I had my fingers in Brandy’s pussy. I could feel her getting warmer and wetter, so I moved my fingers around and started rubbing the heel of my hand on her clit.

I tried not to stare at her, but I was fascinated by what we were doing. Her eyes were closed, she was making little mewing noises, and it looked like she was about to cum when she suddenly looked up.

I snapped my head around to see our waiter, Jean, standing in front of us. He looked like he knew what we were doing, but he didn’t let on. Instead, he set a dish containing the check down, thanked us for coming, turned, and walked away.

I tried to pull my hand away from her as soon as he was gone, but she grabbed my wrist with both hands and whispered, “Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

I was so turned on that I was almost there as well, but someone cried “Pete,” just then, and I looked up to see two people coming toward us.

It surprisingly was Dolores Rio, the girl I met on Selin’s boat. I hadn’t seen her since the day that Monique caught us in bed together. Nothing had happened between us that night, but I’m not sure that Monique believed it.

She was with an older, gray-haired guy who looked vaguely familiar.

Brandy relaxed her grip when she saw them, and I was able to pull my hand away. I quickly grabbed a napkin and was wiping my hand when they got to us.

I stood up to say hello and got a big smile from Dolores. She looked glad to see me and she turned to the man she was with with a big smile, and said, “Remember the guy who we saw in the newspaper? The guy I told you about who I had such fun dancing with? This is him, this is Pete Baker.”

He stuck his hand out and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Pete. My name is Trevor Gainer,” in a low, almost musical voice.

He paused after he said it as though he was waiting for me to react. The name sounded familiar but I still couldn’t place him, so I shook his hand and Brandy seemed nervous when I introduced the two of them to her.

Delores asked, “Are you going to stay until the band gets here?”

“We were going to, why?”

She said to Brandy, “Do you think I could steal him for one dance later?”

Brandy gave me an odd look, then she answered, “Oh, I guess that I could let go of him long enough for that.”

Dolores said, “Good, see you later,” then she wiggled her fingers at us, he nodded, and they walked away.

They hadn’t got ten feet away before Brandy grabbed my arm and said, “Holy Shit! That’s Dolores fucking Rio, where do you know her from?”

“I met her at a party a while ago.”

“What about him?”

“I never met him, but he looks familiar.”

“Jesus Christ, don’t you watch TV?”

“Not much, why?”

“They both have their own daytime shows. He’s the star of ‘Day by Day’ and she has one of the longest running soaps on TV. They are two of my absolute favorite actors.”

“I don’t watch much daytime TV.”

“But you know that she’s a TV star, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you took her dancing?”

“No, I met her at a party. We danced there.”

“You must be a pretty good dancer for her to remember it so well that she tells her friends about it.”

“I do okay and it was fun.”

“It sounds like it was. You got a smile that big from a girl who you only met once. What aren’t you telling me? Did you sleep with her?”

“No, something happened that night, and I was her friend when she needed one.”

“Would you like to?”

“Would I like to what?

“Would you like to sleep with her?”

“No, we’re just friends.”

“So you don’t sleep with your friends?”

“Sure I do, but I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Why not, I’d sleep with her. I think she’s hot.”

She was teasing me and I knew that it would get worse if I didn’t put a stop to it, so I pulled her to me for a kiss. I said, “Some day maybe you will sleep with her but not tonight,” when I released her. “You’re going to sleep with me tonight, and I’m going to make love to you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to make love to you some more, and the only pussy that you’re going to taste tonight is what you’ll get from licking my cock.”

She was smiling when she said, “You’re pretty sure about that, eh?”

“Yep, unless I decide that you get lucky tonight and you get some of that flavor from my lips.”

That got a big laugh from her and I think that she was trying to come up with a comeback, but Jean walked past us just then.

She motioned him over and ordered an Irish coffee for her and a cappuccino for me.

Brandy was pointing out movie or TV people and describing who they were when the drinks arrived. We were sipping them when the band started playing. The first few tunes were slow ones and the dance floor quickly got busy.

Brandy wanted to wait for something faster and we went to the floor when they finally played something she liked. It was a rock tune and Brandy looked good dancing, but there wasn’t much touching or doing much more than moving together to the music. This wasn’t that kind of crowd and few people were dancing, but people started coming back to the floor when they switched to a slower tune again. I tried to show Brandy some simple moves, but this clearly wasn’t her thing and she began to stumble and make mistakes. I think that it was partially because of the alcohol, but whatever the reason, I started to think about us leaving when the song ended. The band leader then said that someone had asked for a foxtrot. Brandy said, “Not for me,” and headed for our table.

I asked her, “Would you like to leave?” when we got there.

“God no, the place is starting to get busy, look at who just got here!”

She nodded toward a group of people that were being led to a table almost directly to us. They were all actors and I recognized almost every one of them, but one of them stood out from the others. It was ‘Cheron’, the actress/dancer star of a dozen movies.

She was drop-dead gorgeous. I had read somewhere that she was difficult to cast because of her height, and I could see why. She looked to be at least six feet tall. She reminded me of Nell and she was about the same age from what I read. Cheron is a dancing legend and I was staring at her in awe when Dolores came up and said to Brandy, “I’m the one who asked for the foxtrot, can I borrow him now?”

Brandy smiled and she was leering at Dolores when she said “Sure, but you have to bring him back when you’re finished and have a drink with us.”

Dolores nodded and I asked, “Where’s Trevor?” on the way to the dance floor.

“He left. We just met here for a drink. He’s afraid that he’s going to be written out of his series and we were talking business.”

“Written out! I thought it was his show!”

“Everyone is expendable and the show’s ratings have been poor for quite a while now. The network has a lot of money and a lot of long term contracts tied up in the show, and they are talking about bringing in a new lead.”

The band started playing the foxtrot just then, so we quit talking and concentrated on the dance. Our height differences were still a bit of a problem at her five foot two, but Dolores was as good a dancer as I remembered and we quickly picked things up because we had danced with each other before and began to have fun. It was going so well before long that we started exaggerating our moves and the floor began thinning out as people moved out of our way and stood by the side of the floor to watch.

Seeing that people were having a good time watching us, the band stretched the song out and we were able to build things to a nice finish, then we returned to our table to a nice round of applause. Dolores was smiling when we got there, and so was I. Dancing is fun and doing it with someone who likes it as much as you do is twice the fun.

Brandy was smiling too. She kept going on about how good we looked and she insisted that Dolores join us for a drink. She did and Brandy started asking her about her show. Brandy saw something while they were talking. She stopped and said, “Look, Cheron is talking to the band leader, maybe she’s going to dance.”

It looked like Cheron was explaining something to him and she kept gesturing in our direction. He finally nodded and the band continued playing as she headed back to her table, but she seemed to be looking at me on the way.

Dolores and Brandy were talking about ordering a drink, and Brandy was looking around for Jean when he showed up with a bottle and some glasses. He said, “Ms. Cheron sends her compliments and asks if Mr. Baker would come to her table for a moment.”

He was setting the bottle down, and I was trying to think of why she would want to talk to me, when Dolores put her hand on my arm so that I wouldn’t get up and said to Jean, “Tell Ms. Cheron to come to our table if she wants to talk to Mr. Baker.”

He left to go to deliver the message with just a hint of a smile.

I watched when he said something to her, then I turned to Dolores and asked, “What on earth did you do that for? That’s Cheron, for God’s sake.”

With a smile of her own, Dolores said, “I know who she is. She’s a great dancer, but she’s a royal bitch and this is typical of her. She’ll ignore you for a minute if you go to her table while you stand there being embarrassed, then she’ll...”

A voice suddenly said, “No, I won’t. I won’t ignore him at all because I want to ask him for a favor,” and we looked up to see Cheron standing next to us.

She was even more beautiful this close, but she looked a little older. I stood up to greet her and she looked me up and down when I did before she said, “Do you remember the time at the Miracle in Las Vegas when you danced with two showgirls who were in full makeup?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’m the one who sent them to you. I wanted to see you dance. Bob Delucca said that you were pretty good, so I sent those girls over to see what you could do. I saw you with them and later with those two women. It sounds like your whole family are dancers. I later found out that one of them was your mother.”

“You were there to see me dance?”

“Yes, I had something in mind that required someone like you to help me, but it fell through, but I may need you again now.”

“What can I do to help?”

“I want you to dance the tango with me.”

“Really; when?”

“I’d like to do it now if your friends here wouldn’t mind.”

“Right now, why?”

“Let’s dance first. I’ve already set it up with the band. I’ll tell you why in a few minutes.”

I looked at the girls, and they both shrugged, so I said, “Uhh, okay.”

The band was playing a slow waltz but the leader ended it when he saw us approaching. He took the microphone as soon as the floor cleared and said, “We have something special tonight. Two people have agreed to dance the tango for us. I’m sure that you’ll recognize one of them, and the other one just danced the foxtrot the way that it’s supposed to be done, but they’ve never danced together so give them a chance to warm up. This should be interesting.”

It WAS interesting. Mom is a very good dancer. She was the best I’d ever been with up until now, but it quickly became obvious that she isn’t in the same league as Cheron. I guess that few people are and that’s why she’s so famous.

We started out slowly but it was like we’d been dancing together forever in less than a couple of minutes. She was right there anticipating me and making both of us look good no matter what I did, what I tried, or what move I made. We did traditional tango moves and moves I’d seen but never tried and she made them look like we’d practiced them every day. Even her height was a plus. She was wearing two inch heels and I didn’t have to bend or do difficult reaches to catch her or bring her to me. All I had to do was think about a move and she was right there.

And I began to notice some things about her. She weighed more than I expected. I bet she was at least one forty, maybe more. I know why. She’s tall and her body is in great shape. She’s hard as steel and muscles weigh a lot. I had to pay attention on rapid pulls and swings, or she would pull or push me around and make the move look sloppy.

I quickly learned to brace myself to handle that, then at one point when we were near the end, she whispered, “Can you hold me in a one-handed lift?”

“Sure.”

“We’ll do it on three, I’ll tell you when.”

We finished that sequence and were heading toward the finish when I saw her nod to the bandleader. She let two beats go by, then she said “One-pause, two-pause, and I put my hands on her waist to lift her on the third beat, but she seemed to spring into the air.

I’m sure that it looked like I had lifted her, but I really hadn’t. All I had done was guide her. Most of that leap was from the muscles in her ankles and calves. She struck a pose once she was up there, and I dropped one hand and held her there.

I realized how heavy she really was as I was holding her. I could do it, but I had to concentrate in order not to let my arm shake, especially because, she stayed there for an extra beat or two instead of leaping down right away as though she was trying to find out if I could continue to hold her.

I was able to, mostly because I didn’t want her to think that I couldn’t, but I was glad when she finally slid down and we ended with a nice flourish. I’ve been with some pretty good dancers, but she was in a class of her own and I had a great time.

There was huge applause and congratulations from the band leader. I tried to take her back to my table but she waved to a guy at her table who was watching us. He joined us and she led the three of us to a quiet area at a corner of the restaurant and said, “You’re pretty good. I think that you’d be perfect for what we have in mind.”

She then nodded to the guy with us, and said, “I have to get back to my table. This is Reg Patterson; he’ll tell you what this is all about. Let him know if it interests you, and my people will contact you.” She left without another word.

I stared after her as she walked away and the guy said, “Yeah, she can be pretty abrupt, but you did fine and I can tell that she likes you,” when I turned to him.

“So, what’s this all about?”

“Let me give you a little background. Cheron has the reputation of being hard to get along with. She can be because she’s a perfectionist. She never gives less than all she has, and she expects the same from the people around her, but she has a lot and not many people can match her energy or her dedication to whatever she’s involved in. She’s made a lot of money over the years, but she also made some enemies. Did you see her last movie?”

“I didn’t know that she made a movie recently.”

“Not many people do, and it was probably the best thing that she’d ever done. She liked the script so much that she insisted on owning part of the film. There are huge profits to be made with someone with her track record, so when the money people heard about her wanting part of the film they got pissed off and said they wouldn’t back it unless they own all of it. Well, the studio liked it and so did she, so she kept insisting. The backers finally agreed to participate if she would put up half the money. She did, and they decided to teach her a lesson and cut the advertising budget to almost nothing and even strong-armed some of the central and west coast distribution people not to carry the movie.”

“Why would they do that, didn’t that affect their profit as well?”

“Not all that much. Those people are very big players and they did something no one expected. They let it leak that anyone who wanted to could invest in this movie. That was unheard of for a Cheron movie, and a lot of people jumped at it. The big players kept some money in it so that they wouldn’t be accused of anything, but what they lost was minimal and they blamed everything on Cheron. They did it not only to teach her a lesson, it was also a warning to people like her who want to break into the good-old-boys network.”

“So the outside investors lost money and so did Cheron?”

“The film did okay on the east coast so no one lost an awful lot, but they didn’t make much, which is just as bad. Cheron was the biggest loser both in money and in local reputation.”

“Wow, that’s awful.”

“Yup, those big hitters are a ruthless bunch.”

“So what’s going on now?”

“Tonight is about a movie that she always wanted to make. She wrote it, directed it, stars in it, and she wants to finance it all herself.”

“But I thought that was a bad idea?”

“It ordinarily would be, but she’s made deals with advertisers and distribution people all over the country so things look good. But she’s invested everything she has in it and things are getting tight, so she needs a little help. That’s why she’s here. Those people at her table are the principals in the film and she’s trying to get them to go in with her.”

“To do what, invest in the movie?”

“No, to delay part of their salaries until the movie comes out.”

“So, where do I fit in?”

“She saw you in Las Vegas. She was doing a show there and she was looking for dancers at the time. She thought that you were a pro and you had some things that she needed.”

“Like what?”

“She’s a big girl and most male dancers are small to medium size guys. Guys your size and strength who can dance as well as you do are rare.”

“C’mon, there must be guys around who can do it.”

“Well, rumor has it right now that anyone connected with her new movie might have a hard time finding work for a while.”

“Is it the big guys again?”

“Yes.”

“So she wants me to be in her movie?”

“No, the movie is complete. She shot it at a small studio in Van Nuys. The movie is called ‘The Dancer’. There’s some dancing in it but it’s really about the life of a dancer trying to make it in Hollywood.”

“I thought you said that she didn’t have the right size people for it?”

“Special effects and camera manipulations took care of the dance sequences. She needs someone like you for pre-release ads and possibly some live promotions.”

“I don’t get it. Why promote it that way if there’s not much dancing in it?”

“It’s because people think or her as a dancer, so that’s what they are going to expect. The promotions will lead them to believe that it’s what the film is about and that’s what will get them into the theaters.”

“Won’t they be disappointed when there isn’t much dancing?”

“We don’t think so. It’s a powerful movie and she did a wonderful job. I’ve been with her a long time and it even surprised me. I’ll make sure you get a screening if you get together with us on this.”

“So I’ll have to wait to get paid until after the movie comes out? What happens if it’s a flop?”

“No, the people sitting with her get paid huge salaries. There’ll be enough of money to pay you and do the promotions, as well, if they go along with the delay.”

“And I’d get to dance with her again?”

“You sure would.”

“It sounds like fun, what do I need to do?”

“You’re represented, aren’t you?”

I said, “Yes, I’m with Stone,” and I reached in my wallet and gave him my card.

“We’ll contact them and take things from there.”

“She showed up here to recruit me? How did she know I’d be here?”

“She didn’t, this was pure luck. She didn’t even remember who you were until she saw you dance with Dolores Rio. This couldn’t have happened at a better time, both for her and for you, Pete. The two of you look great together. The lead actors in the movie are at her table tonight and everyone was impressed. It’ll help convince the other actors to go along with the delay if you’ll come on board for the pre-release promotions, and there’s more to it than that. Those are A-list people. They’ve seen you tonight, and I’ll make sure that they know your name. You are a very lucky young man. This could do a lot for your career.”

The girls didn’t see me at first when I got back to our table. They were sitting close to each other laughing about something and Brandy was stroking Dolores’ arm. Dolores saw me first and jumped back as though she was embarrassed. Brandy cried, “Oh, you’re back! Wow, that dance was amazing. I didn’t know that you were that good. How do you know Cheron, and what was that meeting in the corner about?”

I said that it was a job offer, and I was starting to tell them about it, but the place had filled with people eating and dancing, and it was getting noisy, so Brandy said, “Let’s go back to my place. We’ll drink this bottle that Cheron left here and you can tell us about it there.”

Dolores stood up and said, “It was great seeing you again, Pete, and it was nice meeting you, Brandy...”

Brandy interrupted her with “Bullshit, you’re coming with us. Tell her that she has to come home and have a drink with us, Pete.”

I looked at Dolores and I could tell that she was undecided, but something about the way she was looking at Brandy told me that it wouldn’t take much convincing, so I said to her, “C’mon, please join us, Dolores.”

It only took a second for her to agree and she said that she would follow us to Brandy’s house and the two of them went off to the bathroom. I was sitting there waiting for them to get back when Jean came by. It looked like he was going to say something, but he looked at the table and he kept on going. It took me a while to realize that he was looking to see if I was ready to pay the check, so I reached over and looked at it. It was three hundred and eighty dollars and that didn’t include the tip. I was staring at it in shock when I heard the girls approaching. I grabbed my wallet and threw my credit card down as they sat down.

Brandy picked it up when she saw it, and asked, “Don’t you have a Burgers’ credit card?”

“Yes?”

“Use it.”

“Why?”

“Nell told me to make sure that you did. She said that your function is advertising and she wants to establish that you are going to be doing a lot of entertaining. Trust her, she’s knows what she’s doing, but make sure that you save the receipts.” I shook my head and replaced my credit card with the one from Burgers.

Brandy kept looking behind us to make sure Dolores was following on the way to her house, so I said, “Something tells me that I’m not going to be the main course tonight after all?”

“Oh yes you are, and so is she.”

“You may be wrong, are you sure that she plays for both teams?”

“She may not think that she does, but fifty bucks says that she’ll try to wear us both out before the night is over.”

“What about STDs? Aren’t you worried that she should be tested before we get involved with her?”

“Another fifty says that she hasn’t been with anyone for a long time. She even told me that she spent a night in your bed and nothing happened.”

“She was, uhh, tired and...”

“Hah! She wasn’t that tired. All you had to do that night was make a move and she’d have been all over you.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so, and don’t worry about tonight. I’ll handle things and we’ll get down to the fun stuff before you know it.”

“You seem pretty confident.”

She grinned, “Damn right, I am. Watch the master and learn.”

She was so sure about things that it was a little annoying. She had brought another person into tonight without even asking me, so I said, “What if I wanted to be with just you alone?”

She looked at me for a second, then with just a trace of a smile, she said, “Okay, say the word and I’ll tell her to go home.”

I thought about what it would be like to be with the two of them. I felt myself getting hard the second that I thought about them both being naked, so I said, “Oh, okay, I don’t mind if she’s with us.”

She sat back with a big smile, and said, “I didn’t think that you would.”

Brandy took us to the living room when we got to place her. I hadn’t been in there and it was huge and beautifully decorated. The front wall was floor to ceiling windows, some chairs were positioned around the room, and two white leather sofas faced each other across a large white enamel and glass coffee table. A collection of paintings and African art pieces were also placed around the room. Each piece added to the total effect and the result was surprisingly warm and inviting.

Brandy motioned Dolores and me to one of the sofas and she went to a wall that had a hanging collection of masks, arrows, and things when we sat down. She pushed on something and a portion of the wall slid sideways to reveal a small bar. It appeared to be fully stocked, including a glass wine locker that must have held fifty bottles or more. She reached in, took a bottle out, and asked, “A little merlot?”

Dolores nodded, so I did too. She opened it, then attached an odd looking bulb to the neck and poured us each a glass.

I was trying to figure out what the bulb was when Dolores said, “I see that you have one of the new oxigenators. It sure beats having to wait for the wine to breathe, doesn’t it.”

Brandy answered, “Yes it does, and I think that it even enhances the flavor.”

She kicked off her shoes, sat on the sofa facing us, and said, “Now, this is better,” and raised her glass.

We had a sip together, then Dolores started asking me about what went on with Cheron. I didn’t know if it would cause a problem if people found out that Cheron was going to try and finance things herself, so I tried to make light of it by saying that we were just trying out a routine.

Dolores gave me a look that said she thought that there was something else going on, but she let it drop and started asking Brandy about the various pieces of art. Brandy was explaining them to her and I began looking around. The paintings caught my eye, and I immediately recognized Nell’s style. It looked like she did them all.

Brandy stood up at one point, just as she had finished telling Dolores about a statue, and said, “I’ll be right back,” and left the room.

Dolores began looking around the room when she left, but she looked nervous, so I asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry; I’m a little concerned is all.”

“About what?”

“Brandy said some things to me about tonight while you were dancing.”

“What kind of things?”

She looked straight at me and said, “You know what kind of things.”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

She sighed, then she said, “Sexual things. You got me here to do some things that I’m not sure I can do.”

“What do you mean that we ‘got’ you here? I thought that you came here because you wanted to.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, but I hope you don’t think that I do things like this all the time.”

I took her hands and said, “I don’t. What do you think is going to happen tonight?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. Look, I’m really glad you came here tonight, but I don’t want you to worry. No one is going to ask you do something that you don’t want to do.”

She frowned, “That’s what worries me. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“That’s easy. If it sounds like fun, go for it. Say so if it doesn’t, and no one will push you.”

“You’re just a boy; how do you know so much about things like this?”

“I may be a boy, but I’m not a child and I’ve been fortunate enough to have spent time with some wonderful women.”

She stared at me for a minute before she said, “I saw the way you treated me last time, so I trust you, that’s why I’m here tonight, but this isn’t like me. I don’t do things like this.”

“Maybe it’s time that you took a chance. I sure hope that you do. You’re awfully pretty and I’d like to be with you tonight.”

“Y-You really think that I’m pretty?”

“I sure do. You and Brandy are both hot women, and I’d be crazy not to want to be with the two of you.”

She sat there as though she was thinking, then, with a surprised look she asked, “Y-You plan on being with both of us?”

“Of course.”

She now had a worried look and she said, “At the, uhh, same time?”

“Maybe, would that be a problem?”

“I don’t know, it’s just...”

She suddenly sat up straight, looked past me, and said, “Oh my,”

It took me a second to see that she was looking at something behind me. It was Brandy. She was holding a bottle in one hand, three glasses in the other, and was wearing what looked like pajamas. They were beautiful. They looked like silk and they seemed to cling to everything important although they were loose. You could tell that she was naked under it because her nipples were obvious and so was the bulge of her mons.

She came over to us, bent, and began filling the glasses. The neckline was very low and it opened a little, showing some cleavage, but not too much which actually made things look sexier.

She stood up when she finished, made a slow turn, and said, “This is my new line of sleepwear. What do you think?”

I was admiring how she looked when Dolores asked, “Your line of sleepwear; what line is that?”