Chapter Two
Paul Whittaker arrived home, tossed his keys on the small entry table and grabbed the mail. Nothing but bills and assorted junk. He realized he wasn’t in the mood to deal with all that daily bullshit. He was just flat-out tired after a day behind the camera and simply wanted to relax. The nice leather chair in front of the television was calling his name and there was an ice-cold beer in the fridge doing the same thing. With a loud thump he collapsed into the chair, cradled his beer and sighed.
“Is that you, sweetheart?” A woman’s voice echoed down the small hallway.
“Yeah. Just got home. What are you doing? Is there anything to eat?” Paul turned his head as the light from the bedroom shone into the hallway. Somebody stepped out in what could be called lingerie, but was more like little thin sheets of fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I just got this at my favorite boutique. Isn’t it sexy?”
Paul grinned and raised an eyebrow. “It’s really hot, Kari.”
“Kari? C’mon Paul. We talked about this. I’m Cherry now. You’re supposed to call me Cherry.” The woman had flaming red hair, fair skin and a knockout body. She swayed over to Paul as he took a long drink from his beer.
“Let me see that.” She reached out and took the bottle from his hand.
Paul watched as she slid her mouth over the opening of the beer. Her tongue flicked around it, then she wrapped her lips over the top and slid the beer bottle into her mouth. Paul pictured something else in her mouth instead of a beer bottle without any difficulty at all.
“Mmm. You know what else I did today, lover? I shaved my pussy for you. Lookie here.” She shifted her legs, parting the thin folds of fabric and revealing a freshly shaven pubis. It glistened with moisture.
“Kari, I…”
“Cherry, dammit. Call me Cherry. You know I’m trying to get used to my stage name. And I’m gonna be a star with that name, Paul.”
“Cherry, I’m tired. You look real hot, baby, but…”
Paul paused when he saw the disappointment in her eyes and stopped completely when she lowered her hand to rub the lips of her pussy. His weakness was a woman teasing him with her pussy. Even after a day filming the latest Four Coin porn production, he was still a guy with a guy’s needs.
“Come on, Paul. You know you want to fuck my tight little pussy. You know how much I can squeeze your cock when we fuck.” She leaned forward and rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans. “I can see I’m getting to you, baby.”
Paul was losing this battle. He sat motionless in the chair as Kari unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly then leaned her body over him. Large, perfectly rounded breasts hung just in front of his face and her long red hair cascaded along her cheek. She pulled his cock out of his pants and held it firmly in her hand.
Her red lips gleamed with red gloss and there was a wicked look in her eyes as she smiled at him. She leaned in and kissed Paul’s lips gently, stroking his hardening cock. “You wanna fuck, baby?”
Paul couldn’t help but nod as she kissed his mouth. Her tongue traced his lips and she tugged his shirt up, exposing his tight, muscular stomach. Paul swallowed when her head lowered and in one smooth movement she took his entire length into her mouth. Her throat flexed as the head of his cock pressed against the back of it.
She pulled him free and a stream of drool hung like a rainbow from her lips to the swollen head. “Mmm, I love sucking your cock. Can’t wait to fuck you tonight. I’m so horny.”
Releasing him from her mouth, she moved back and tugged Paul’s tennis shoes off, raking her hands up his legs to his crotch and grabbing the belt of his pants. He lifted his ass a little so she could pull them off, along with his briefs. His cock was stiff and painfully engorged when she crawled up his body, rubbing her breasts against his bare legs. With a push she parted his legs and let her knees rest on the floor. Paul felt the recliner tilt back a little and simply watched as she began to tease the throbbing head of his cock with her tongue.
This was mental bliss. Paul’s tensions vanished with each stroke into Kari’s waiting mouth. She was very good at this. He felt the excitement rise through his body as Kari sucked on the tip of his cock and stroked the shaft with her hand at the same time.
He could see her other hand between her legs where it moved around in soft little twitches. He loved it when a woman played with her pussy. It was a real turn on to watch, besides being arousing for her.
With a soft pop, she pulled her mouth away. “Time for some sex, lover.”
She reached over to the small table beside the recliner, dug into a little purse she had there and pulled out a condom. “Wanna see a trick?” She wrinkled her nose and giggled.
Paul sat with a rigid and straining hard-on and watched as she arranged the condom between her lips. He knew what was next. She lowered her head to his cock and sheathed it, moving her tongue as the rubber rolled down the length of his erection.
“Tada!” She held her hands up like she had scored a touchdown.
Protection accomplished, Kari stood up and untied the two little strings on the front of her sexy lingerie.
Paul licked his lips, seeing her beautiful breasts bare of any covering. She was one helluva picture, her skin smooth and creamy and the glisten of wetness on her pussy. “Damn Kari. You are fucking beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cos you know we’re gonna fuck.” She slapped his thigh and climbed on top of Paul. Her breasts pressed against his face and Paul licked her nipples as she reached between her legs to get his cock positioned.
“Wow, you are really hard, Paul.”
He slid into her pussy with ease, just lifting his hips a little.
“Ohhh yes. Ohhh, I love fucking you, Paul.”
Pushing her hands against the arms of the chair Kari began to move up and down on Paul’s thick cock, squirming and moaning as she worked to keep her balance.
Paul reached around her ass and held it, his arms adding their strength to keep her going up and down. She was working his cock quickly and effectively and he drank in the sound of their skin slapping as it echoed in the room. He dropped his gaze and watched her pussy lips dragging along his cock when she moved up, then wrinkle inward when she pushed down to smack against his legs.
The thrusting got harder and the noise of slapping flesh grew louder. Paul breathed between gritted teeth as Kari tossed her head around, letting her long red hair brush against his face and neck.
She stopped for a moment and grabbed Paul’s face, almost smothering him with her tongue darting into his mouth as they kissed. Keeping their lips touching, she spoke.
“You wanna fuck my ass, baby?”
Long strands of hair fell over her face and her eyes were barely open. Her breathing was heavy, labored as sweat beaded across her flushed chest. Heat radiated from her body and Paul could sense she was getting tired.
“Hell no, no, no, Kari. I want you to come for me. Come for me, Kari.”
Paul wanted to feel her. No faking it, no pretend orgasmic whimpers—he needed to feel her come for him, around him, on top of him.
She put her hands back on the arms of the chair and started fucking him again. She dug her feet deeper into the recliner, squeezing Paul on either side with her muscular thighs. There was more force to her now. The inner walls of her pussy clenched around his cock and her fucking became intense as she rode him with purpose.
“Oh fuck, Kari—I can’t take this—I can’t—”
“Not yet baby—just a few more seconds—oh God—just a few—suck my nipples, Paul. They’re so fucking hard. Suck them—”
Paul obliged as they swayed before him. He found one and pulled sharply on it with his mouth, then switched sides, licking and sucking on the erect nipples protruding and screaming for attention. After a particularly hard suck, he heard Kari moan as her breathing began to shorten to little gasps.
Wetness oozed between them as Kari’s juices flowed freely and the tempo increased, taking them both on the last stages of their climb to orgasm.
“Oh fuck Paul, hold me, hold me—” She moved one arm off the chair and reached down to her pussy, and frantically rubbing on her clit as she started fucking Paul again. “Oh yes, oh yes—that’s it, that’s it—”
Paul was completely turned on as he watched Kari stroking her clit and shuddering then rubbing at it again, her fingertips grating against his cock when she slammed down onto his body.
Finally, Kari arched her head back and cried out.
“Oh fuck Paul, I’m gonna come. You’re making me—aaahh—”
Paul grabbed her ass hard, buried his face between her swollen breasts and growled. He felt the convulsions of her soaked labia begin around his cock and with a last gasp, Kari screamed, erupting into spasms as she came.
Paul lost it and exploded inside her, pumping long spurts into the condom and releasing the last of the tensions he’d brought home with him. He sucked in air, breathing the scent of her sweat and perfume along with the smells of their sex.
It was a minute or so before he could find the strength to speak. “Oh Jesus. My balls are sore now. You drained ‘em dry.”
Kari continued softly fondling her clit as she shivered and leaned against him, dropping a little kiss on Paul’s forehead.
“God, I love fucking you, Paul.”
She sat fully down, her pussy still wrapped around his cock and breasts in his face. She leaned back, relaxed, and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile. “I’m hungry for Chinese food. Want some?”
Paul tried to shift his thoughts from his cock to his stomach. “Okay, sure.”
“Euuwwww.” As she moved, a flood of her juices soaked them both. “I need a shower. You get to clean up here.”
Kari climbed off the chair and walked bow-legged to the bathroom, leaving Paul wondering how she managed to go from sex to Chinese food in two seconds flat.
He was limp and exhausted. And feeling more than a little used.
~~~~~
Toni was surprised at how quickly she’d been given an appointment with Bud Yarborough, the director and owner of Four Coin Productions. Apparently Suze had more than a little clout with him, because Toni’s phone call mentioning Suze’s name had resulted in a visit to his office that same afternoon. Armed with a folder containing the papers she’d been instructed to bring—her medical record, birth certificate, and so on—she’d arrived promptly.
And to her surprise, it looked like any other office. Filing cabinets, a laptop, a couple of empty coffee cups and messy files and papers everywhere.
Bud Yarborough wasn’t flashy, like she’d expected, but a quite casual man in his fifties perhaps, dressed in an open necked shirt and jeans. He shook Toni’s hand firmly and introduced Henry Adams, who he said was his casting director.
“And he’s quite interested in meeting you, Ms. Sinclair.” Bud waved her to an empty chair. “It’s not often Suze recommends anybody at all. You certainly impressed her.” His eyes took stock of her body. “And I can see why.”
Henry Adams nodded. “Quite lovely, Ms. Sinclair. But I expect you’re used to hearing it.”
Toni blushed. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
Bud chuckled. “Smart too.” He glanced at Henry and they exchanged nods. “So far so good. Would you take your clothes off, please?”
The request was calm and casual.
Toni gulped. “Here?”
“Yes please.” Bud scrawled himself a note as Henry took a call on his cell phone.
Sheesh. Toni didn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed that they weren’t paying more attention.
This was it. She had to do this. She could do this. If not—well, the alternatives were even worse.
She stood and told herself she was in a doctor’s office. It was all clinical. All about business. That lasted about ten seconds as her willpower dropped to the floor with her white blouse and her best silk skirt.
Beneath, she’d worn her precious lace lingerie, a peach tinged froth that had cost her a week’s paycheck back in the days when she could manage to spend a week’s paycheck on herself.
Quality always paid off, though. The bra and bikini panties might be old, but they still looked fresh and stylish. To Toni’s eyes, anyway.
“And the underwear, please.” Bud flicked his fingers at her lace, glancing briefly at her before returning to his notes.
Damned heathens. No appreciation for the finer things in life.
“Hooookay then. Here goes nothing.”
Toni unclasped the bra and let it fall, then eased the elastic of her panties down over her hips, lifting her legs one at a time to step out of them.
She was embarrassed, struggling against the urge to cover herself in that pose so beloved of sculptors, and scared shitless to look at either man.
There was a thick silence for a moment or two as she stood in the office, buck naked, waiting for—what? Something. A cough. A sneeze. A gasp of wonder at her nude body?
Nah. Not gonna happen.
“Would you turn around slowly, Ms. Sinclair?” Henry Adams snapped his cell phone shut and looked at her. “Now walk across the room and back?”
That took all of three steps. But by God they were the longest steps Toni had ever taken. As she twisted around and headed back to the desk, she couldn’t help but see the men’s eyes roaming over her.
To give them both credit, they took stock of everything—from her short black shiny hair to her calves and her toes—not lingering with undue attention on anything in between.
“Very nice indeed. You have a unique skin tone, Ms. Sinclair.” Bud smiled. “I’m guessing your heritage is…” His gaze lifted to her eyes. “Well, I admit I’m not quite sure.”
Toni chuckled. “I believe my father was from Haiti. Or possibly the Dominican Republic. To be honest, I’m not quite sure either. My mother was never too forthcoming when it came to that particular discussion. He left before I was born.”
Henry smiled sympathetically. “I quite understand.” He stood and moved around Toni. “If your skin photographs as well as I think it might, you’ll be a very welcome addition to our roster, Ms. Sinclair.”
“Really?” Toni blinked. “Don’t you want me to say some lines or something?”
Bud lifted an eyebrow. “My dear, this isn’t repertory theater. We’re not doing Shakespeare here.”
Henry was struggling to hold in a laugh. “Oh I dunno, Bud. We did Midsummer Night’s Cream, didn’t we?”
Bud rolled his eyes, and then picked up his phone. “Get hold of Ryan for me, would you? Send him over? I need him for five minutes.” There was silence, interrupted by the chirp of a voice on the other end of Bud’s phone.
Bud sighed. “Okay. As soon as he’s finished coming, then. Tell him to make it quick.” Another pause. “Pants yes. Shirt no.” He hung up.
Henry went to the cabinet and pulled out a file from which he extracted a few papers. “We’ll need you to fill these out, Ms. Sinclair. The usual tax forms, contact information and so on.”
Just like any other interview, except for the fact my butt’s getting cold and my boobs are wafting in the breeze. “Okay. I can do that.” Toni glanced at her clothes. “Should I…”
“Not yet.” Bud looked up as a knock sounded. “C’mon in.”
Toni cringed. She’d just gotten used to flashing her stuff at two guys. Now there was a third?
The door opened and admitted a guy who must be Ryan, she surmised. Then she took a look at him and forgot what the word “surmise” meant. She also pretty much forgot her own name and the fact that she was doing the jaybird thing.
He was, to put it bluntly, fucking hot.
Over six foot of muscle was blinding her, chest rippling and gleaming under what might have been sweat or baby oil. No matter what it was, Toni had the definite urge to lick it off him.
The bod was everything a guy’s bod should be, from shoulder to toe. And, miracle of miracles, his face was even better. Rugged, hewn from a tasteful block of granite with sharp edges in all the right places and a jaw line that jutted perfectly—it was almost too much.
Throw in the shoulder-length tousled blond hair and the winning smile…if Toni had been wearing panties they’d be pretty damp by now. As it was, she settled for a squirm or two and choked down her instinctive feminine response Which was, of course, something along the lines of “Ravage me, you splendid creature. I’ll probably never get this close to another one like you. Not naked, anyway.”
“Ryan, this is Toni Sinclair. She’s joining the cast.” Bud introduced them.
“Hi Toni. I’m Ryan. Ryan Spalding.” His grin got wider as he held out his hand. “You’ve probably played with my balls.”
Toni, who’d dabbled in tennis during high school, couldn’t help laughing as she got the reference and shook his hand. “Oh yeah. I think I did.”
Ryan’s blue eyes twinkled at her. Honest-to-God twinkled. Shit, he should be declared illegal. Or at least have a Government warning stamped someplace. No wonder he was here, on a porn set. He must have a gazillion fans. All drooling.
“Ryan, would you do a quick clinch with Toni?” Henry stepped back and observed them.
“Sure. I’d be happy to.”
Toni couldn’t help a quick glance at his crotch to see if all of him was “happy” to. Apparently it wasn’t. But then again, from the sound of things, he’d just come on command. One couldn’t expect miracles, even from Adonis-like marvels of nature.
“C’mon, Toni. Over here next to the window.” He tugged her hand and led them both into the light. “They want to check how we look together.”
Her breasts met hard chest in a formal introduction that squished them almost flat as he clasped her closely. Toni swallowed as visions of more ravaging tramped solidly across her brain cells. The ones that were working, of course. Not the ones that were fanning themselves and panting rapidly.
“Okay. That’s good. Assume the position.” Ryan’s hand slid around her spine and he bent her backwards a little, falling naturally into a pose that would fit perfectly on the cover of any romance novel.
One that featured erotic and hot sex, of course, since Toni was stark naked.
However, she managed to follow his lead and simply lifted one arm, resting her hand on his shoulder while she leaned back into his extremely well-muscled arm.
“Yeah. Nice.” Henry nodded. “See that, Bud? Her skin tones are a lovely contrast to Ryan’s.”
“I think that should work well on camera.” Bud sounded thoughtful.
“It will.”
Another voice made Toni jump and she peered around Ryan’s bulk to see someone standing in the doorway, studying them. Dear God, who was next—the goddamn janitor?
“Ah, good. Paul.” Henry glanced over at the man in the shadows of the doorway. “You agree?”
“I do indeed. The skin colors are great together. Maybe even some black and white stills would work. Pull out the contrast.” He lifted his hands and made a little square with his fingers in that gesture typical of photographers everywhere.
“Toni, Paul is our cameraman. If anyone knows how you’ll look on film, it’s him.” Bud waved his hand towards the door as Paul stepped further inside. “Paul, Toni Sinclair. Our newest cast member.”
Paul nodded. “Ms. Sinclair.”
“Uh, hi.” Toni did her best to hide behind Ryan while not appearing to be unfriendly. She waved her fingers at him then looked toward Bud and Henry. “Any chance I could get dressed now before anybody else decides to drop in?”
Surprisingly, it was Paul who chuckled as Ryan gently released her. “It gets less important as time goes on. And of course it’s a lot easier in the studio.”
“If you say so.” Toni slithered into her underwear as rapidly as she could, refusing to make eye contact with anyone until she’d got some of her clothing back on. They probably were checking out her pussy, but damned if she was going to watch them do it.
Feeling a lot more secure once her bra and panties were back in place, Toni dressed herself automatically, one ear on the conversation around her.
“Huntington Beach, Ryan.” Bud tapped his fingers on the desk. “Location shoot. We’ll do the settings, some scenery shots that can be cut in during editing and take advantage of my pool and hot tub.” He glanced at Paul. “Okay with you?”
Paul nodded. “Sure. We can use it as the tropical getaway and do a couple of the fantasy scenes there too?”
Henry stood. “I’ll get on the phone to Suze and let her know.” He scribbled something as Toni picked up her purse. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We’ll be back here Monday and should be able to get this one in the can next week.” Bud looked at Toni. “Would you mind starting tomorrow? We could use you at the location shoot. I’m thinking you’d fit in very well with the scenes we’ve got planned. Nothing too demanding. Whaddya say?”
Toni’s mouth opened but words temporarily deserted her. She cleared her throat. “Tomorrow?” It was a croak, so she coughed and tried again. “Huntington Beach? Tomorrow?”
Ryan laughed. “You won’t need to pack much. Look at it as a working vacation. Tif and I sure do.”
Paul looked at Toni. “Tif’s his wife. Tiffany Wonder. She’s in film too.”
“Ah. Okay.” This was a bit much to process, so Toni went back to basics. “So I guess you’re hiring me.”
“Of course.” Bud lifted his eyebrows. “I think you’ll be great.”
“If you stop by the office on the way out, you’ll find Debbie out there with forms and payroll stuff. She takes care of our administrative needs.” Henry tore off a sticky note. “Here’s the address of Bud’s place at the beach.”
“Uh…I don’t have a car.” Toni blushed. “It’s…it’s…”
Bud lifted a shoulder casually. “Paul, can you drive her?”
Paul stared at Toni. His eyes were an interesting shade of brown, in contrast with his rumpled blond surfer-boy look. There was something in that gaze, something she hadn’t seen in any of the other men this morning.
Or perhaps she was imagining it. Next to Ryan, any guy would look—ordinary, but this Paul…well, there was certainly plenty to admire. Distracted, Toni blinked at him.
“Yeah, no problem.” He turned away. “Make sure you leave your address with Debbie. I’ll pick you up around nine. That way we’ll miss some of the traffic.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
And that was pretty much the end of the meeting. The men filed out, Ryan taking his lovely body with him, to Toni’s silent sigh of regret. Bud’s desk phone rang, Henry pulled out his cell phone and Toni gave them both a smile as she left the office in search of the administrative Debbie and the paperwork she had to do.
Debbie turned out to be a motherly sort who had everything organized and before she knew it, Toni was on the payroll.
And one helluva payroll it was too. One glance at her salary figure and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Are you sure this is right?” She just managed to stop herself from rubbing her eyes.
Debbie giggled. “Yeah, it’s right honey.” She made copies of the various contracts. “That’s just for this movie, of course.”
“Er, of course.”
Toni tried to sound casual, but knew she’d probably failed. The numbers were dancing in front of her eyes. It was more than she’d cleared in a couple of months at her previous job and would certainly take care of a lot of her outstanding financial problems.
“I’ll get your address to Paul.” Debbie glanced at the scrawled notes that had found their way to her desk. “Pack for the weekend, but don’t worry too much about it. What costumes there are will be provided. Bikinis probably.” She sighed. “Bud’s got a great place down in Huntington. I envy you.” She shrugged. “Just make sure you have some of your own makeup in case they don’t have the right one to match your skin tone.” She glanced at Toni. “Which, I might add, I also envy.”
Toni grinned. “I can’t claim responsibility or give you any tips. I was born with it.”
“All the worse.” Debbie grinned back. “I can’t hate you for it.” She turned back to the papers, passing a neatly-stapled batch to Toni. “Here’s your copies for your files. Checks are cut on Thursdays. I’ll make sure yours is ready.”
“Wow. Thanks. You’re really on top of things.” Toni stood, clasping the papers to her chest like they were precious treasure. Which, all things considered, came damn close to how she felt about them.
“Can’t afford to be anything else. We move fast around here. Gotta keep the audience coming.” She chuckled. “Pun intended.” Her phone chirped.
“I get it.” Toni smiled. “I just don’t know if I believe it’s happening to me yet.”
“You will.” Debbie reached for the ringing phone. “Have fun at the beach.”
Toni nodded her thanks and walked out of the building, trying not to stagger as the reality hit her like a punch to the gut.
She had a job.
She’d been naked in front of what seemed like a battalion of men, one of whom was a god, another was—interesting.
She was going to the beach tomorrow, to shoot scenes for a porn movie.
She was gonna get paid a hefty chunk of change for it, too.
Mr. Interesting was picking her up in the morning and driving her there, with her appropriate makeup and beachwear.
Holy fucking shit.
Toni’s life had just become amazingly complicated—and wasn’t that wonderful?