Chapter 7: Meetings, Meetings, Meetings

I returned home to find the football coach, Dave Currey, talking with my mother while waiting for me to come home.

He told me he understood my reluctance to play as fourth string, but at practice that day the starting quarterback had torn his ACL and was out for the year. I nodded in understanding, and said, "That leaves two more quarterback's, coach."

"I'm afraid not, Bree. Norris, (the second string quarterback) has mono, he's out indefinitely. And while you were 4^th string, you did get to play and played well. I'd like you to come back. You would back up Spud Taylor Saturday, and you know as well as I that he's inexperienced."

"He's a junior, coach. He'll do all right."

"And what if he goes down?"

My mother jumped in at that point, saying, "Aubrey, it's your school. You can't let them down."

"I caved in. It wasn't that hard to do. I really liked playing football and knew that under the circumstances I would see playing time. I was better than Spud, and we both knew it. The coach probably knew it too. I told the coach I would be on the practice field the next day, ready to play.

"You know, Bree, I haven't told the team you left. As far as their concerned you never quit. But I want to welcome you back, son." He shook my hand and left moments later.

I slept well; after all, I had had quite a day.

The following afternoon, after classes and after football practice, I dragged my ass over to Sigourney's and after discussing how to handle the conversation, placed a call to Veronica's friend, Molly Trammel.

Both Molly and I treaded carefully at first. She loosened up a little on hearing that Veronica had recommended her, and that the money was decent, her word, not mine.

It turned out that she and Vickie Shouse were very good friends, and that in Molly's opinion, Vickie would be willing to take on a role or two.

"You understand we want the two of you to play, um, parental type roles."

"So there's no chance I'll get laid in a scene or two?" she said.

"Um, I'd say the possibility exists. Remember, the scripts have yet to be written."

"Wonderful," she replied, and I realized I was getting a woodie talking to her.

"I can't wait to tell Vickie!" she chirped. "And I can't wait to meet you, Aubrey."

"Likewise, I'm sure," I replied. "So would lunch around two tomorrow be too soon?"

"It works for me, but I'm not sure about Vickie."

"I'll call her as soon as we hang up," I told her. Molly agreed, and we ended our conversation. As promised, I called Vickie. She turned out to be more agreeable about acting in our porno films than Molly. She was also available for lunch the following day.

All in all, it had been a productive day. Oh, for the record, I did not fuck Sigourney that afternoon. She had to pick up her uncle at the airport a few minutes after I talked with Molly and Vickie, and so I headed home, intent on hitting the books and getting some needed rest.

Around eight that evening I remembered the twins and how I had wanted to use them in a film. I called Ursula, told her about them, and asked if she might try working something out with twins as the featured starts.

"Can do," Ursula said, sounding upbeat. "I have some shit I'd like to try out on you when you have time," she added.

I arranged to meet with her the next day around three. I also mentioned hiring the two older women, and asked that she keep them in mind when writing material. Ursula was impressed that I already had some actresses under contract. I didn't bother telling her no one was "under contract" yet, and left it that way.

I called Dan and asked that he treat Veronica's daughter nicely for the next month or so.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean don't piss her off, and don't get caught with another girl in the meantime. You want a fresh piece of ass, come in when we interview some, and fuck them as part of the interview."

"I like your thinking, big guy," he said, and I realized I'd taken the right position with him. Left to his own devices he might have hit on Molly or Vickie, or even Veronica herself and really fucked things up for everyone.

I met Molly and Vickie for lunch the next afternoon. Molly was a tawny-blonde with short blond hair, crew cut on the sides and a bit longer at the top; this highlighted her long flawless neck. Then there were her eyes; a gray-blue that most certainly held one's attention. They were complemented by a wide, sensual mouth. She was built like a brick shit house, narrow waisted between the lush mounds of her C-cup tits and firm, solid haunches. Her curvy charms were well-revealed in the tight, skimpy red dress she chose to wear for the occasion.

Vickie, on the other hand, stood five foot seven. Most women over forty take a risk when wearing a mini-skirt. Not Vicki, she was slender with extremely long legs for her size. They were strong, and powerful as well as smooth and shiny. She had small pointy breasts that probably rarely saw anything but a sports bra. I noticed the extra movement beneath a loose shirt every time she moved. Her hair, which must have been a fiery red when she was a teenager, was now a faded copper. She wore it up. Her skin had an almost porcelain quality to it, pale and delicate. But she was anything but delicate. And when she gazed into your eyes with those deep emerald green eyes, you felt as if she was doing an inventory of your soul. A proud bearing and a sweet smile rounded out her appearance. The camera would love her, and she seemed to know it.

When I told them how much they would make playing the materal, or older woman in a given scene neither women balked. In fact it appeared it was of little or no concern to either of them.

"Do we get laid by these young studs?" Vickie inquired with a wry smile.

"Yes," I replied, "probably not on camera, but that can be arranged if you want it."

"I don't care, I just want to get laid by someone who can get it up and keep it up."

I glanced at Molly. She read my mind. "I agree," she said then laughed. "look at us, we're both..." she paused then said, "Over forty, but be honest, don't we look desirable?"

"I think the both of you are highly desirable. I learned all about sex from an older woman and I've never regretted a moment of it. In fact, I stop by her place occasionally for um, a refresher course. I never fail to learn something new."

"Now that's a ringing endorsement, isn't it, Vickie?"

"It certainly is, Molly. Perhaps Aubrey here would like to continue his education with us?"

I interupted Vickie, and said, "You've already got my mind racing, ladies. While I certainly would be delighted to jump into the sack with either, or both of you, what I was thinking was ... um, was having you instruct some of the younger actors in the how to's of pleasing a woman."

"I like the way you think, Aubrey," Molly said with a twinkle in her gray-blue eyes.

"I find it commendable in a young man who can put forth his ideas to the opposite sex so succinctly."

"You know," I said, "If you don't find it offensive, I might have the writers put together a scene or two with, um, say one of you seducing the boy who mows your lawn, or something along those lines."

"What about our seducing our daughter's boyfriend?" Molly asked mischieviously.

"That's a fine example, Molly. Let me make a note of it."

"Pardon me if I'm overly forward, Aubrey," Vickie said, "but would you like to come home with me and fuck my brains out?"

"Vickie, don't be so presumptuous. I'm sure Aubrey has better things to do with his time than bed some old women like us."

"I didn't invite you, Molly."

The claws were out, and I tried to intervene as quickly as possible. "I'm booked solid today, Vickie. But if you want, I'm free tomorrow around five."

"Wonderful!" Vickie cooed, "Here's my address and phone number. I'll see you at five!" She turned and gave Molly a victory smile. I couldn't let our meeting end on such a sour note and so I added, "And Molly, if you're free the following afternoon at roughly the same time, I'd be happy to pay my respect to you as well."

"Six would be better for me, Aubrey. And I really thank you for suggesting it." she turned to face Vickie and said, "We can compare notes after. I'm sure Aubrey will have some intersting comments concerning our prowess in the sack."

"I'm sure," Vickie replied, but I could see she was seething at how Molly had managed to keep up with her.

After making sure I had both their numbers, I left them to finish their lunch and drove off to my meeting with Ursula.

Ursula was dressed to seduce, and I almost forgot why we were meeting. Fortunately, Sigourney called to see how things were going and cooled me off. Well, not exactly, she told me what we would be doing later that evening and that caused me to rethink my plan for bedding Ursula then and there. As it turned out, that worked for all concerned. Ursula did have some good thoughts on using the twins (more on that later.) and my failure to make a move on her sex-wise, proved benificial in that in her mind I became more desirable, and of course, Sigourney was waiting for me later. Could it get any better than this?

Oh, the twins ... Ursula handed me a few lines of a plot that had the twins in a college dorm, spying on a roomate masturbating and then making great use of a dildo. Ursula had penned a few lines for them describing what they'd like to do to her and then agreeing to move in while she was still going at it and confronting her. After that the roomie was putty in their hands, and the three girls went through a varied repertoire before calling a couple of guys in to help finish them all off. I liked her idea and told her to flesh it out, that she'd earned her money and wrote her a check to prove it.

I met Veronica at five and found the property she had to show ideal for its several bedrooms. I signed a two-month lease with an option to buy. The later part being necessary to complete the deal. This would become our base for the next two months of shoting sex scenes.

The following afternoon I rejoined the football team. None of the players seemed to be aware that I had quit the team only to rejoin it, and I left it that way. After practice I called Dan DeLeon, Wilbur and Ross (Bird) Mann, two of the three cameramen we would be using. Dan had set up an interview with the first girl to answer Sigourney's ad in the paper. Her name was Indess Mahoney, and we all seemed to arrive at the home I had leased the day before.

While the cameramen set up their equipment, I brewed some coffee and gave Indess a cup and called Dan over to the side and told him what I expected from him with regard to the interview. He didn't argue when I told him that either Wilber or Bird would be the beneficiary of Indess' blowjob, even offered some constructive ideas on some of the questions I wanted asked. I told him to go with what he thought best and when he thought Indess was ready to call in the cocksman for the blowjob and more.

I had Indess sit down on the only piced of furniture in the room, a dilapidated couch, and went over to the cameramen.

"Guy's, I'm going to flip a coin. Wilbur you call, heads or tails."

"Heads!" he said giving me a quizical look. I later learned he thought I was having them call to decide who would man the first camera. It was tails, and I tapped Bird on the shoulder and said you win the blowjob, when I wave you on, walk up to Indess with your dick out. Better take your pants off, I don't want you tripping on your way over to her. That would be a bad start. Wilbur, you film the scene for our records. We probably won't use this, but it's a good way to practice and since you get the next interviewee, I thought you two might want to see yourselves in action."

Bird couldn't believe he was going to recive head from Indess, who I might add was an attractive enough brunette, with a winsome smile, smallish, pear-shaped tits and a jutting ass.

Wilbur moved in with his camera and microphone, while I explained what was going on to Indess, who kept nodding. I never did understand if she realized what was happening and made a mental note to be more careful with future interviews.

She had met Dan Deleon earlier and readily accepted him as the interviewer. Looking back, I think she fully expected Dan to be the one she was going to fuck and suck. He never told her otherwise, and I made another mental note for future reference.

Dan: "I must say, you're very attractive young lady."

Indess: "Thank you."

Dan: "I'm sorry, please tell us your name."

Indess: "Indess Mahoney, I'm nineteen."

Dan: "That was going to be my next question."

Indess: "Oh," she started laughing nervously, "Sorry."

Dan: "Nothing to be sorry about. I'd prefer you relaxed instead of tense. Some applicants are. You seem okay with things, are you?"

Indess: "Yes, oh, yes, I am. I didn't think I'd be, but so far, so good."

Dan: "You seem a little nervous."

Indess: "Um, yeah. This is my first time."

Dan: "First time doing anything?"

Indess: Um, yeah."

Dan: "You haven't done pictures?"

Indess: "No."

Dan: "Mmm, well have you played with yourself at home, say in front of a mirror?"

Indess: "I have." (Laughs, self-conciously.)

Dan: (Joining in her laughter) "Me too. It's great fun, isn't it?"

Indess: "Um, yeah." (Her eyes dart from Dan to Wilbur and me, then back to Dan.)

Dan: "Indess, could you stand up for me?"

She stands and looks at each of us in turn.

Dan: "Um, turn around, please."

Wilbur sinks slowly to his knees as she faces away from us, trying for an upskirt shot. Dan saw him and helped out.

Dan: "Could you lift your skirt up, please?"

She did, revealing a purple thong caught like a wedgie in the cleft of her multi-pimpled ass. She also sported a winged tattoo at the base of her spine.

Dan: "Could you bend over please? Yes, lean your hands on the couch."

Indess knelt on the couch, presenting her ass to the camera.

Dan: "Oh, yeah! Make that ass shake for us, Indess."

She complied, laughing at the squeeky sounds coming from the couch.

Indess: "Am I doing okay?"

Dan: "Yes, but let's see ... Maybe a little oil on that nice ass?" He poured some oil on her ass cheeks and she helped smooth it over the entire surface while giggling.

Indess: "It really feels good."

Dan: "Now you're getting into it. Looking nasty, baby. Let me put a little more oil on you."

(Indess, still rubbing the oil into her skin, touches her cunt for the first time.)

Dan: "Why don't you pull the panties to one side? Really oil yourself good."

(She does, and begins rubbing her pussy.)

Indess: "Mmmm, it really feels good."

Dan: "You sure this is your first time?"