Bagger Vince
Copyright© 2009 by pj
Chapter 12
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Vince was just an average retired guy in a Midwestern town. Until he took a part time job in the local food store and got dragged into giving advice on boys to a horny teen cashier. Within 18 months time he married the girl's former barfly grandma and moved to LA and hung around with some really fun Hollywood characters.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slut Wife First Safe Sex Slow
The next day, he and Debi were in bed, he catching his breath and Debi enjoying the feeling of Harold's come leaking down her crotch, when he broached the subject.
"Debi, are you ever sorry you didn't put out to maybe get in a movie?"
"No," she sighed. "I thought about it a lot, and I figure if I let the guy know I'll fuck him to get a part, he'll just fuck me and forget it. I talked to a couple other girls about it, and they told me that was true."
"What if I told you, there's one guy who might actually give you some jobs if you screw him?"
"Well, I'd think about it."
"How would you go about letting him know?"
"I wouldn't. He'd have to MAKE me fuck him."
"Did any of the gentlemen back home make you do things?"
"All the time ... it's fun"
"Well why haven't you ever asked me to make you do something?"
Debi bolted up and propped herself on her elbow glaring at him.
"Then you wouldn't be MAKING me do it, would you!"
"Well ... how do I know..."
She laughed and flopped back onto the pillow...
"You're the man, you're supposed to figure that out."
Harold was no unimaginative slouch, he'd already played out every possible scenario in his head. He knew exactly what to 'make Debi do'. He jumped up and got the bottle of baby oil and made Debi assume doggie position on the edge of the bed.
That afternoon as he left his apartment, he ran into the lady from three doors down.
"Hi, Miz Hooper."
"Hello, Harold ... have you seen the super? There's supposed to be no pets in this place and still there's cats screwing in broad daylight, just a couple hours ago. Didn't you hear them?"
Harold smiled. He had a feeling he'd just figured out his and Debi's futures.
"Debi, I'd like you to meet Millie Monaghan, Mrs Monaghan this is the young lady I was telling you about."
"She's just as lovely as you described her, Harold." Millie extended her hand and Debi was relieved that she felt no tension when she clasped the older woman's hand.
Millie led them into a sitting room just off the foyer and told them to sit.
"Harold tells me you're an aspiring actress."
"Yes, I'd like to play supporting roles ... preferably as a young mother."
"That's rather unusual ... most young women your age prefer the ingénue parts."