Cyberevolution Book One: The Awakening: Fifty Shades of Dark Kaitlyn O'Connor by Kaitlyn O'Connor, Kimberly Zant, Marie Morin, Stacey St.James, Goldie McBride (20)

“You slept with them, didn’t you?”

I stared at her, blank with surprise.  “Who?”

“Don’t give me that shit!  You know who I’m talking about!  My men!”

I felt my face heat with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.  Knowing from experience that it was impossible to reason with her when she was building herself into a rage, I tried anyway.  “Brandy … this is a show.  You know that!”

“I know I heard everything that was going on down the hall last night!  I know there was some damned reason I was locked in my damned room!  You fucked them, didn’t you, you backstabbing bitch!”

I gasped in outrage, but it flickered through my mind that I couldn’t afford to lose my temper when Brandy was working up to one of her screaming fits.  “First off, I didn’t.  Secondly, Brandy—this is a porn reality show.  All of this is acting.  You know that!”

“Yeah, like you acting all sweet and butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, but you went behind my back and fucked my guys, you whore!”

“Calm down, Brandy,” I hissed at her.  “You’re in enough trouble as it is.”

“I’m in trouble!” she snapped.  “I didn’t do a damned thing I wasn’t supposed to!  I know what this is about.  You’re still pissed off because Clint dumped you for me.  That’s what it is!  You’re trying to get even with me. You’ve always been jealous of me because everybody thinks I’m prettier than you are!”

“They’re going to hear you,” I tried again.

“I don’t fucking care if they hear me!” she screamed. 

* * * *

Gabe froze for a split second when he heard the scream and then set his cup down abruptly.  Shoving his chair away from the table, he strode quickly to the kitchen and pushed the door open.   “Jesus fucking Christ!  What the hell is going on here?” he bellowed.

Brandy whipped her head toward him, curling her lips back in a snarl.  “You were in on it, weren’t you?”

“In on what?” Gabe demanded, completely baffled.

“That dirty little trick y’all played on me last night just to get rid of me so all of you could fuck her!” 

Gabe glanced from one sister to the other.  “What the hell are you babbling about?”

Nicole winced.  “She’s just a little upset about a misunderstanding,” she said quickly.  “We’ll settle it.”

“Little misunderstanding, my ass!  You cunt!  You whore!  You fucking bitch!  I’m going to kill you!” she growled, whipping her head around in search of a weapon.

“Hold on now!” Gabe said a little more calmly, striding forward and placing himself between the two women.  “Just calm down.”

Brandy was completely beyond reason by that time, however.  Surging toward the counter, she picked up the toaster and hurled it at them.  Growling in impotent fury when it merely sailed to the end of the cord and then hit the floor, she looked around for something else to throw and grabbed up a canister filled with flour.  It hit Gabe on the shoulder, the lid flew off, and flour filled his eyes. 

Blinded, he staggered slightly, trying to blink the flour out of his eyes.  Nicole grabbed him, tugging at him until she managed to get him to the sink and trying to keep an eye out for flying missiles at the same time.  When Brandy had finished lobbing the sugar canister at them, she raced to a drawer and snatched it out.

Fortunately, her screams and the clatter of metal hitting the walls and floor had drawn the others.  Seeing her intent, Shaun and Basil rushed her.  Basil made a grab for her wrist as she snatched a butcher knife from the drawer.  Catching the blade instead of her wrist, he leapt back as she swung the knife at him.

Shaun caught her from behind, struggling to reach around her and grab the knife handle.  She managed to elude him long enough to hurl the knife at Nicole.  Fortunately, she was too enraged to aim.  The knife handle hit Nicole on the shoulder and then the knife dropped to the floor.

Everyone in the kitchen stared at Brandy with disbelief as Shaun finally managed to subdue her, but she was still screaming abuse at Nicole at the top of her lungs.  She rounded on Gabe when Shaun started dragging her back toward the chair David brought in.  “You bastard!  You son-of-a-bitch!  How dare you lock me in my room!  I know what was going on last night!  I know what you were all doing, you whore hopping bastards! Y’all were all in Nicole’s room fucking her!”

The woman, Gabe reflected, was demented.  “We are trying to film a show here,” he said through his teeth. 

“Show my ass!” Brandy snapped.  “This isn’t anything but an excuse to fuck!  And you aren’t going to fuck me and then troop down the hall and fuck my sister!”

“That is exactly what we’re going to do,” Gabe said through clenched teeth, “because we are filming a porno, god damn it!  I’m going to give you two minutes to settle your ass down or we’re going have a real problem here and I can guarantee that you aren’t going to like my solution to it worth a shit!”

Brandy glared at him furiously, huffing so hard for breath that her breasts had fallen out of the top of her bustier.  Gabe waited. 

“I’ll sue!” she screamed at him when he finally turned away and headed toward the door.  “I’ll sue you, and I’ll sue that bitch, Glenda, and I’ll sue the rest of you bastards, and I’ll win!”

“You throw another thing at me, or anybody else around here, god damn it, and you’ll have to file that lawsuit from jail!  Am I getting through to you?  Because I am one step away from it lady!  If I didn’t need your psycho ass to finish this damned film I wouldn’t even give you one more chance!”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

Gabe stood glaring at her, his hands on his hips.  When she didn’t try to get up from the chair, he finally signaled for the others to leave.  “Collect anything that looks like a weapon,” he told Shaun, “and make sure you lock it up.  Nicole, come with me.”

She glanced uneasily at Brandy, but she followed him as he strode from the room and stalked upstairs to his bedroom.   

“Would you like to tell me what the hell that was all about?” he asked grimly.

Chapter Nine

I studied Gabe unhappily, still so shaken myself from Brandy’s fit of temper that it was hard to collect my thoughts.  I cleared my throat and shifted uneasily, trying to decide whether it would be better to tell him the truth or to lie. 

I wasn’t actually very good at lies, though.  I was really bad about forgetting I’d told it and tripping myself up.

Besides, I had a bad feeling that he fully intended to confront Brandy about it and she was too damned stupid to lie when she was pissed off.

“Jealousy,” I said finally.

He studied me for a long moment.  “We’re not talking professional jealousy here, are we?” he asked wryly.

I stared at him blankly for a moment before it dawned on me that he was thinking of us in terms of actresses.  “Uh … no.”

He shook his head.  “I need a shower,” he muttered in disgust.  “Come on in.  We can talk while I wash this shit off.”

I didn’t really want to talk.  I didn’t mind watching him bathe, though.  It wasn’t as if I hadn’t had plenty of time to thoroughly examine him.  His ‘costume’ was about as brief as mine.  The thing was, I actually hadn’t studied him because I hadn’t had an opportunity to do so when he was occupied enough not to notice.

Ordinarily, I didn’t go for big men.  For one, there weren’t actually a lot of them around.  For another—well, I just hadn’t met one before that appealed to me.

Gabe was one beautiful specimen, though.  I was a sucker for all those beautiful, rippling muscles, of course, but mostly I just liked the way he was built.  I liked the way he held himself, the way he moved.  I liked his thick, wavy black hair that was too long, and I liked the way he didn’t fuss with it.  I liked the single dimple he had in one cheek, even though I rarely saw it, because his smile was a sheer delight.  I liked the fact that he was smart and ambitious and focused without being arrogant and self-centered and conceited.

Alright, so maybe he was a little on the arrogant side, but it was a small flaw.

“Is that little scene we just witnessed typical for her?”

I chewed my lip, considering it.  “She almost never does anything like that—especially around other people.”

He shook his head.  Bracing his palms on the shower wall, he leaned forward and dipped his head, allowing the water to cascade over his head and run through his hair.  Curls sprang up as fast as the water ran off.

I wanted to run my fingers through his hair.

Actually, all over him.

He straightened, sloughing the water from his face with one hand and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.  “That must be a real treat for the family.  She threaten to kill you very often?”

I studied him warily.

“I only ask because you didn’t seem shocked.”

I shrugged.  “She has a couple of times, but she really doesn’t mean it.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.  It could be a deadly mistake.  She’s unbalanced, you know.  It’s a shame, but she is.”

“They call it bi-polar these days.”

He scrubbed his hair and leaned down to rinse. 

“She on medication?”

“Uh … no.”

“Well she’ll have to get on it or I can’t have her around here,” he said grimly.  “She pulled a deadly weapon.  She cut Basil.  She tried to stab you.  I can’t allow that kind of behavior.  I hate it … her being your sister … but it’s going to be ‘either’ ‘or’.  Either she gets on some kind of medication to control her mood swings, or she goes.  And you and I both know what happens if she goes.”

I swallowed a little convulsively.  “Thank you.”

He nodded. 

I hesitated.  “I’m really sorry.  I tried to calm her down.  Usually it works.”

He was frowning when he shut the water off and climbed out.  I handed him the towel hanging on the bar, watching him dry off, wondering what he’d do if I moved toward him and licked some of those trickling drops of water off.

Probably freak.  He’d think I was as crazy as my sister.

He stopped me when I turned to go.  “Wait.”

I looked at him in surprise, but he didn’t say anything.  He merely wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked the corners.  Dropping a hand to the middle of my back, he ushered me across the room, out the door, and down the hall.  It dawned on me when he opened my door and glanced around that he hadn’t wanted to chance me running into Brandy again.

I didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted, to be pleased that he seemed to want to protect me, or upset that he thought I might touch off another battle.  “Why don’t you rest a little while?”

Nodding, I went inside.  Truthfully, the suggestion had a lot of appeal.  I hadn’t slept that well and I felt wrung out from the battle. 

And I wasn’t anxious to run into Brandy again anytime soon. 

“Will you tell Basil I’m sorry about his hand?”

He studied me for a long moment, looked like he might say something, and then apparently changed his mind.  “I’ll tell him.”

* * * *

Gabe was seething when he returned to his room to dress.  He knew he ought to feel a little more forgiving if it was true that Brandy had emotional problems, but he didn’t feel particularly forgiving.  It made his blood run cold every time he thought about the way she’d looked at Nicole and threatened her. 

The worst of it was that he’d heard the argument when it started.  He’d figured it was best to stay out of it, that it was between them and they’d settle it.  It hadn’t occurred to him that it might escalate into that kind of violence or that Brandy was capable of such a violent, uncontrollable rage.

He didn’t like to think about what might have happened if he hadn’t decided to intervene.  

It was no fucking wonder Nicole behaved like someone who’d been abused, growing up with a sister like Brandy, no wonder she was so repressed.  Brandy was four years older than Nicole.  That didn’t seem like much, now.  Now, there was very little difference in size between them and he would’ve been willing to bet they weighed within ten pounds of each other.  Nicole was a little shorter, Brandy a little thinner, but as kids … a four year old at the mercy of an eight year old prone to temper tantrums?  And the way things were these days, Brandy had probably ‘helped’ with the baby.  It had seemed unlikely to him that Nicole’s behavior was the result of a restrictive upbringing when Brandy was her polar opposite, as unfettered as Nicole was cautious.

He should’ve known Nicole’s swift reaction to the fight in her room between Shaun and Hunter was experience.  She hadn’t frozen with shock like somebody completely unaccustomed to seeing it.  She hadn’t tried to intervene verbally or physically like someone who had no idea of their limitations in such a situation.  She’d gotten the hell out of the way.

Shaking his thoughts, he picked up his cell phone and called Glenda.  Not surprisingly, she went ballistic when he told her he needed her to bring the doctor out again.  He didn’t feel like trying to explain it over the static on the phone, though.  He just told her to bring him and hung up. 

Girding himself for unpleasantness, he went down to have a talk with Brandy to see if he could reason with her.  He was damned tempted just to hand her over to Glenda and be done with it, regardless of what he’d told Nicole.  Considering everybody on the damned cast had witnessed her fit, he wasn’t sure any of them were going to be able to perform with her again. 

He sure as hell didn’t want to. 

What a cluster-fuck!   Nicole out of commission because that dumb shit Hunter had gotten carried away and now this!

It almost made his hair stand on end when he got to the parlor and found Brandy calmly watching the guys play a video game, smiling and chatting with them as if nothing had ever happened. 

Jesus!

“We need to talk,” he said flatly.

She glanced up at him warily.  “Alright.”

He shook his head, considering.  “Not here.  Let’s go up to my office.”

She smirked at him.  He felt his irritation rise.  It was almost laughable that she could instantly jump to the conclusion that he wanted to be alone with her for sexual reasons after what had just happened. 

He supposed, wryly, that that might actually work with some men.  She was a good-looking woman and built like a goddess.  There was no doubt about that, but he didn’t care for abusive women.  Not to his taste, and he wasn’t ‘in’ to the violent fights and wild sex scene either.

Evidently, she was.

He supposed that answered the question of whether or not she was in to S and M.  She might not consider it that, but anybody that liked that kind of relationship was hardcore S and M to his mind—hitting, punching, biting, and scratching one minute and fucking like rabbits the next.

When they’d settled in his office, he studied her, trying to decide how to get his point across to her without provoking another scene.  Finally, he decided to just take the plunge.  He didn’t have a fucking clue of how to deal with anyone like her.

“I think I need to point out to you that you are living on the set of a reality porn show—which will eventually be made into a movie, or movies, depending on how well it’s received and how much usable footage we get out of the weeks we spend here shooting.  You do get that, right?”

Brandy’s expression was sullen by the time he’d finished.  “I understood that.  I’m not stupid!”

She could’ve fooled him! 

“Would you like to explain to me, calmly, exactly what that was all about in the kitchen then?”

She reddened, shifting uncomfortably.  “Nicole’s trying to take over everything by screwing the entire cast.  She doesn’t want me here because she knows I’m the star and she thinks she’ll be the star if she can get rid of me.  I know what she’s up to!”

Gabe pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.  “You’re Snow White ….”

“Yes, I’m the star, but she thinks she can get rid of me and then she’ll be Snow White.”

“So … you’re saying all of that was because you feel like Nicole is threatening your position?  It had nothing to do with some half-baked idea that David, Scott, and Daniel are your boyfriends?”

She thought that over.  “Well, they are.  I realize that we have to be professionals here, though.  I suppose, if it’s in the script, they’ll have to fuck her, but I don’t see why you’d want to put that in the script.  I’m Snow White, after all, and the show is supposed to be Snow White and the Seven Hunks.  She shouldn’t even be here.”

“That was the original title, yes,” Gabe said as patiently as he could.  “But in this business—especially the porn industry—we have to make adjustments as we progress.  For instance, the deal you and Nicole made with Glenda.  That required an adjustment.  And since Hunter went a little overboard last night while we were filming and Nicole is … uh … injured and won’t be able to perform for at least a week, we’ll have to make other adjustments.  Script changes are commonplace.”

She looked so pleased to discover that Nicole wouldn’t be able to perform Gabe wanted to smack her.  “She won’t be able to perform?”

“No.”

“Oh … well, that’s a shame.  She didn’t look hurt to me.”

“Just the same ….”

“I should go check on her,” she said after a moment.

“Not right now.  She’s resting.  Maybe later.”

“So I’ll be performing solo with the Seven Hunks?”

Gabe sat forward.  “I’ve given Glenda a call and asked her to bring Phil out.  I want him to check you out.”

She stared at him blankly.  “I’m fine.”  She frowned.  “I hurt my wrist.  I’m not sure how that happened, but I think it’s just bruised.”

“Maybe when you were wrestling with Shaun over the knife?”

She reddened and smirked.  “Oh!  I didn’t mean it!  I wouldn’t have hurt Nicole!  She’s my sister.”

Right!  He didn’t believe that shit for a minute!  “I’m going to be blunt here because I just don’t see any benefit in dancing around it.  Nicole tells me you’re bi-polar ….”

“That lying little bitch!” Brandy snapped, leaping to her feet.

“Sit down!” Gabe growled.

She glared at him for a moment but finally sat. 

“I’m going to have Phil look at you and prescribe medication to control your mood swings.”

“I don’t have mood swings.”

“He’s going to prescribe something and you’re going to take it or you’re out on your ass.  I don’t give a damn how you feel about it.  I’ve invested a considerable amount of money in this enterprise myself, and I’m not going to lose it because you can’t control yourself.  Is that clear?”

She stared at him a long moment and burst into tears.  He watched her stonily and waited for her to get control of herself—or give up on the act.  He didn’t know or care which. 

“It was Nicole’s fault!” she said tearfully.  “She started it!”

“Are you done?”

She stared at him in shock and finally sniffed, wiping her eyes.  “I really need this job.”

“I know you do.  And I need you.  That doesn’t mean you can’t be replaced, so don’t get any ideas that you’re in control.  You aren’t.  I’m the boss here.  We’re filming a porn and when Nicole gets better and she’s able to participate again, I’ll expect her to.  What I don’t expect and won’t tolerate is her having to fend you off every time she does what she’s been told to do—which means that she will be fucking all of the Seven Hunks, just like you will.  Got that?”

She preened.  “They don’t want to fuck her.”

That was why they’d wanted to help Shaun beat the shit out of Hunter, he thought dryly.  “Regardless, they’re helping to finance this show.  They have an investment to protect and they will behave like professionals and do whatever they’re called upon to do.  And, as long as you’re on this set, you’ll do the same.  One more incident like the one today and you’re out of here.”

* * * *

I avoided Brandy as much as possible considering we were all living in the same house, but after spending the better part of two days in my room, I was bored enough with my own company to begin mixing again—warily.  It wasn’t that I was particularly worried about getting into another argument with Brandy on my account.  I didn’t like confrontations.  I avoided them if at all possible, but I felt like I could handle myself if I had to defend myself.  The main reason I avoided Brandy, however, was because I was afraid just seeing me might set her off again, and I didn’t want her to end up in jail. 

To my relief, I discovered she was determined to ignore me.  Pretending I didn’t exist was a sure sign that she was still pissed off at me, but I was perfectly happy to be ignored. 

I discovered that I wasn’t entirely off limits.  That didn’t make me nearly as happy.  It was like the punishment all over again except I knew they weren’t doing it for that reason.  I didn’t think so, anyway.  My inability to actually have sex didn’t preclude fondling, though, and evidently that was sexual enough they needed a lot of footage doing that, because they did.

Wryly, I realized that I was going to be so warmed up by the time Gabe finally decided it was safe to finish up that Rose Red and the Seven Hunks scene that had been interrupted that I was probably going to enjoy my work thoroughly.

Hunter avoided me for two days and finally, when I came out to play, cornered me in the kitchen. 

There was wariness in his eyes—and bruises on his pretty face—but no hesitation when he slipped up behind me while I was busy washing dishes and began fondling my breasts.  I gave up on the washing as soon as I dropped the first dish and broke it. 

Gabe strode into the kitchen at the crash, stood looking at us for a few moments and then left again.

I couldn’t prevent the blush that rose in my cheeks, knowing he’d come because he thought the breaking dish was another fight in progress.

Hunter nudged my cheek, bringing my attention back to him.  Disconcerted when he merely studied my face, uncomfortable about being stared at, I finally ducked my head to study the thatch of curling brownish-blond hair that formed a T on his chest and belly. 

He was in a strange mood and I couldn’t quite figure out why he’d cornered me. 

He settled a hand in my hair, stroked it a moment and finally pulled me close.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said raggedly. 

I looked up at him in surprise.  “I know you didn’t.”

He looked surprised but relieved.  “I think I’d almost feel better if you hit me.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle.  “I don’t know why that would make you feel better, but I’m not going to.  It would hurt my hand.”

“Because I did hurt you, not because I meant to, but because … I got carried away.”

I lifted a hand and lightly stroked his chest with my fingers, intrigued by the confession.  “Because you enjoyed it?”

He snorted.  “That’s an understatement.”

“I enjoyed it, too,” I confessed.  “I didn’t think I would.  I never did that before and … well, you’re really big … uh … there.”

“Too big for you, obviously,” he said wryly releasing me.  “It was stupid.  We should’ve changed the script when we saw how small you were.  It’s pure luck it wasn’t worse than it was.”

I leaned back against the counter, studying him speculatively.  “What else was in the script?”

He looked surprised and then grinned.  “Nope.  I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“Gabe wants a natural reaction and since you haven’t had any training that’s the easiest way to get it—not knowing ahead of time what’s happening.”

I thought that over and realized he was right.  I might have been able to work from a script, but I wouldn’t be comfortable.  “I guess you’re right.  I hadn’t thought about it that way.  I guess that’s why he decided on setting the entire thing up like this?”

Hunter shrugged.  “Part of it.  It’s less intrusive for everybody and then, too, it appeals to voyeurs.”

“How did you guys end up together?  You all seem to know each other.”

“We do … but I’m not going to tell you that either.”

“Why not?”

“Let’s just say it’s a close clique—people with similar interests tend to hang out together.”

“Like the movie business?  Or, I guess, the porn business?”

His eyes gleamed with amusement.  “Curious little thing, aren’t you?  Something like that.”

“And the seven of you just decided to do a porn together?”

“Well,” he drawled, “we were all just sitting around, comparing dicks to see who had the biggest, and someone suggested they were big enough for the little screen so we decided to go with it.” 

He was joking.  I chuckled.  “No really.”

“You don’t think guys compare dicks?” he asked, grinning.

“You mean actually compare?  Like a contest?”

“Yeah.”

I considered it.  “It wouldn’t surprise me,” I said honestly.  “But you didn’t really, did you?”

He laughed.  “Who do you think has the biggest?”

“You’re not dragging me into that!  Besides, you’re all hung like horses.  You aren’t worried about it?”

He sighed.  “A man can never have too much dick or enough pussy.”

“You only need enough to fit.  More than a mouthful, or a pussy full, is a waste.”

“And it’s a damned shame to waste.”

He shifted closer again, settling his hands on my waist.  “I think I’ll just have a little of that sweet thing,” he murmured, lifting me up on to the counter.  “There’s no point in letting it go completely to waste only because I can’t fuck you like I want to right now.”

My belly clenched in anticipation as he settled his hands on my thighs and pushed them apart, moving between them.  I leaned back, bracing my palms behind me and lifting my breasts for him.  He surprised me.  Lifting his hands to push my hair back and threading his fingers through my hair, he cupped the back of my head and drew me to him as he leaned toward me and angled his head to fit his lips to mine.  I closed my eyes to savor his touch as he pressed his mouth to mine, lifted away slightly, and plucked at my lips.  Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I opened my lips to him, touched the tip of my tongue to his lips in invitation. 

He captured it, sucking on it and sending a wave of heat through me.  My skin prickled all over in a rush of my senses to absorb everything at once—the heat and texture of his flesh, his proximity, taste, scent, the beat of his heart, the rush of his breath.  In a millionth of a second, my senses identified desire and responded with pleasure, acceptance, need.  I lifted my hands to his sides, clutching at him as he shifted his hold on me to draw me against his chest until I felt the brush of his skin against mine with every labored breath we took.  Releasing my tongue, he followed its retreat into my mouth and stroked his tongue along mine. 

His taste inundated me, made me dizzy, as drunk as our shared breaths.  Reason tried to intrude.  It flickered through my mind that I shouldn’t allow myself to be swept away by the thrill of his touch, but my armor fell away before his assault to my senses, melted by the heat he drew from me.  My body already knew this man, intimately, knew him as a bringer of pleasure.  It wanted more and opened to him like a flower hopeful of sunshine, tearing down barriers faster than I could erect them.

I gave up trying, reminding myself that I had no choice, now, anyway.  I was bound, legally and morally, by the contract I’d signed for the duration to give every appearance of willingness, eagerness if I could manage it.  Why fight enjoying it?

When he lifted his lips from mine, it was only by millimeters and only to spare a few moments to steady his breath and search my face for shared desire.  He closed the scant distance again the moment he’d sucked in a deep, ragged breath, sucking at my mouth and tongue briefly before striking out on a foray to explore my face, my ears, my throat. 

I began to feel more than desire from him.  To focus on my body was an act purely sexual.  My breasts, my sex, could belong to any woman.  There was no acknowledgement of me as a person, an individual, in indulging his desire of sexual objects.  To focus on soaking up my scent and taste and learning my features, that was something else entirely.  It connected all of the sexual features he explored to one woman, to me.

Could I believe everything my mind and senses were telling me?  That he was making love to me, Nicole, not merely stimulating his senses to indulge his sexual appetite?  Should I? 

Or was this scripted, too?

And even if it wasn’t, was it really a good idea to let myself fall for the fantasy as I had before? 

Hunter was young and handsome and sexy as hell.  Even if he believed he was romancing me, where could that go?  How long would it last?  More importantly, how much pain was I setting myself up for to allow myself to believe in what was probably no more than a fantasy to him even if he was caught up in it now?

Chapter Ten

Ordinarily, it would’ve annoyed the hell out of Gabe to have someone hanging over his shoulder.  He’d lost more than a vague awareness of Glenda’s presence, however, almost from the moment Hunter announced his intentions, lifted Nicole onto the counter, and then proceeded to kiss her instead of fondling her.

Actually, he’d started with the kisses and advanced to oral stimulation.  He’d taken his own sweet time working his way down to her breasts and then down her belly.  Gabe had been within a hair’s breadth of bolting up from his chair and stalking down to the kitchen to knock the shit out of him when he’d spread her legs and begun sucking at her clit.  That was off-limits—at least for now.  Breaks there, too, according to the doctor and it needed to heal like everything else.

He would’ve been completely justified in breaking it up.

Unfortunately, even as he tensed to get up, Hunter had stopped, straightened, and begun kissing her again, pulling her to the edge of the counter to dry hump her—which wasn’t off-limits, god damn it!    

What the fuck did the bastard think he was doing anyway?  This was a god damned porn.  Nobody was interested in watching some stupid fuck kissing—lips—not those lips!

“Not a bad idea to keep an eye on dopey,” Glenda muttered sourly.  “She’ll be back online by tomorrow or the day after if he can keep his dick in his pants that long.”

Gabe grunted. 

“There might be some useable stuff there.”

Gabe grunted again.

“At least dopey remembered to put her on the counter—in the right spot.”

“If that was all the dumb fuck was going to do,” Gabe growled, “he might as well have picked another spot.”

“I don’t know ….  It’s kind of like he’s making love to her.  If we get a segment of the female audience, they might like that.”

It wasn’t kind of like he was making love to her, Gabe thought angrily, studying the slack look of ecstasy on both of their faces as Hunter slid his cock along her cleft.  Cupping her buttocks to hold her tightly against his erection, he rubbed her clit until Nicole abruptly began to utter those breathless little gasps that made him feel like he was going to explode even when he wasn’t inside of her.  A noticeable shudder went through Hunter when she did.  He sucked in a harsh breath, held it, and then his cock erupted like Mount St. Helens.

“Well, at least we got a come shot.”

Gabe flexed his hands and clenched them a couple of times.  “Yeah.  At least there’s that.” 

“So … when do you think we’re going to be ready to launch?”

Gabe dragged his attention from the screen with an effort, trying to collect his thoughts—actually, trying to dismiss the thoughts running through his head and find the ones Glenda had summoned. 

“We’ve still got a good bit of post work ahead of us, but we’ve almost got a full week’s worth ready to go.  I think we can safely plan a launch next week.  By that time we should have at least two weeks finished and ready to go, maybe three.  I’m hoping for three.   I don’t want to launch until we’ve got at least two.  That should ensure smooth releases even if we run into trouble somewhere.  It’ll give us time to work out any problems … hopefully.”

Glenda nodded.  “Brandy doing better?”

Gabe frowned.  “Phil should probably check on her.  She’s sleeping a lot.  Not that I’d complain about that if Nicole was up to par, but ….”

“At least she’d taking the damned pills.”

“She’s taking them because I give them to her and watch her swallow them,” Gabe said grimly.  “She doesn’t like the side effects.”

“I’ll talk to him about it.  He said there were several different medications he could prescribe to level her out.  Maybe one of the others will work better?”

“I hope so.  She looks drugged half the time—ecstatic, but drugged.”

Glenda frowned.  “I actually feel a little guilty about being so hard on her when she has emotional problems.  Honest to god I hadn’t noticed!”

“Save the guilt.  She knows what she’s doing.  Siphoning money out of your bank account took skill and planning—and an awareness that what she was doing was wrong.  Granted, she obviously didn’t think it through or she wouldn’t have hinged everything on winning in Vegas, but that’s sheer stupidity and arrogance, not an inability to distinguish right from wrong.  She’s a bit of a sociopath.  Right is what she wants.  Wrong is what she doesn’t want.”

“That suggests an inability to tell right from wrong,” Glenda said pointedly.  “Even if I did try to prosecute, she might get away with it on those grounds.”

“She isn’t unable.  She’s unwilling, and just that damned self-centered.  It doesn’t matter.  She’s decided she’s a film star and she absolutely loves to fuck—on camera.  Total exhibitionist.  If this pans out, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble signing her on for another film.”

“What about you?”

Gabe rubbed his face tiredly.  “I don’t know.  I suppose it depends on whether or not I make what I’m hoping to make.  If you’re asking if this is something I’d want to do again—not really.  It’s been a royal pain in the ass—an interesting experience, but not just my thing.  If you’re asking if I would—yes, but only if I have to.”

“What about the others?”

He shrugged.  “You’d have to ask them.  We’re friends, or friendly acquaintances, not bosom buddies.  We don’t sit around and confess our life goals and darkest secrets to one another.”

“Not even Shaun?”

Gabe grunted.  “Especially Shaun.  Just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean we’re bosom buddies,” he said dryly.  “He’s a Dom and it pisses him off that I’m his big brother, particularly since there’s not much more than a year between us.  The natural pecking order of birth, you know.” 

Glenda frowned.  “I don’t exactly understand this Dom thing.”

Gabe uttered an amused snort.  “You probably never will, either.  I can’t picture you being anybody’s submissive.”

Glenda grinned.  “It might be fun to try.  Maybe you could introduce me around?”

He studied her speculatively.  “There’s playing at it and there’s living it.  If you’re inclined to want to play, I might consider it … if it’s agreeable to everybody else.  I’ll ask around the next time we have a party.”  He grinned.  “And see if there’s anybody that feels man enough to take you on.”

Glenda studied him speculatively.  “What about you?  I understand you’re the man.”

Gabe’s expression closed, but he forced a smile to his lips.  It wasn’t that Glenda wasn’t attractive.  She was a good looking woman and she kept a good figure.  She just wasn’t especially attractive to him.  “We’re business partners.  It’s never a good idea to mix business with pleasure.”

“I was speaking in terms of the future.  You said you were considering getting out if you made enough to strike off on your own.”

He smiled thinly.  “I guess we’ll see what we see.”  He got up and stretched.  “I think I’ll get Phil to check Nicole when he comes about Brandy’s medication.  The natives are getting antsy with the wait.  We still have to do the rest of the Rose Red and the Seven Hunks segment—we didn’t get much more than halfway through when dopy broke our toy,” he said wryly. 

“She isn’t woman enough for the Seven Hunks,” Glenda murmured with one of those arrogant feminine looks that said she was sure she was. 

Gabe merely grunted a non-committal response.  He had enough experience with women, and enough sense, not to challenge the comment.  In the first place, he didn’t want to draw attention to how he felt about Nicole—especially when he didn’t know himself.  In the second, he didn’t want to arouse Glenda’s hunter instincts and possibly paint crosshairs on Nicole’s forehead.  It was bad enough Brandy was already ‘gunning’ for her, and he couldn’t think of many things that would be more uncomfortable, or more fraught with potential for disaster, than trying to fend Glenda off.  Her previous observations were already a warning that she might have him in her sights. 

His private opinion of Nicole, however, was that she might not be woman enough for the Seven Hunks, but she was woman enough the Seven Hunks were near to warring over who was going to get hold of her next and that was the only thing that mattered. 

It pissed him off that he’d been first at the trough and was going to have to wait for his turn to roll around again—unless he changed the rules. 

Well, he couldn’t change them before she’d made the rounds.  There would be war!   But he was calling the shots.  Maybe he could think of a way to make the merry-go-round go around a little faster?

It was a real pain in the ass that Brandy had decided to go berserk so damned publicly.  Of course she wasn’t any less desirable, physically, than she had been before and nobody was having any trouble getting it up for her, but they weren’t nearly as anxious to tap that tight little thing of hers as they had been.  And he couldn’t blame them.  It was hard to focus on fucking with visions of getting stabbed in the back floating through a man’s mind.  If any of them had been ‘in’ to living dangerously, it wouldn’t have been such a disaster, but none of them were adrenaline junkies that got their rocks off on near death experiences.

If not for that, he could’ve counted on Brandy to keep the testosterone levels down to something manageable, or at least a little more manageable.  With four Doms and three Dom wannabes in the house, they were lucky they’d only come to blows once—so far. 

* * * *

The tension that had been building in Shaun since Hunter had disappeared into the kitchen with Nicole lessened fractionally, and momentarily, when Hunter finally came out again.  One look at the sappy look on his face and his limp dick were enough to shoot both his tension and his anger right through the roof again. 

Through narrowed eyes, he watched Hunter saunter to a chair and sprawl in it, struggling with the urge to bound up from the couch and knock the satisfied look from the bastard’s face.  The only thing that kept his ass firmly planted on the couch was the reflection that two fist fights over Nicole wasn’t going to make the impression he wanted to make.  He didn’t think anybody really questioned the first one—even Hunter.  The selfish bastard had hurt her, whether he’d done it intentionally or not, and he hadn’t been the only one that wanted to kick his ass for it.  He’d just ended up being the one to take the honors. 

Everyone was going to be lifting eyebrows and questioning his motives, though, if he jumped Hunter again.

Unless Hunter had given him a good excuse?

“I see you took care of that little swelling problem,” he growled.

Hunter shot a look at him that was a mixture of surprise and dawning anger at being questioned.  “I didn’t cross the line if that’s what you’re implying.”

Shaun studied him for a long moment and finally relaxed fractionally when he decided it was the truth, deciding Nicole had evidently taken care of his problem with a blowjob. That rankled, but he couldn’t object to it.  It was all any of them could get out of her for the moment and it wasn’t as if they could simply keep their distance even if any of them wanted to. 

He’d almost managed to completely tame his temper when Nicole came out of the kitchen.  Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, and she had a vague, dreamy sort of look about her eyes.  She looked liked she’d been thoroughly, satisfyingly fucked and Shaun shot a furious, accusing glare at Hunter.

Hunter had been watching her hungrily, but when she’d veered away from the tangle of bodies on the floor—David fucking Brandy in the ass while she gave Scott head—and settled on the couch, he glanced toward Shaun.  His expression underwent a radical change then—from besotted lover to possessive anger.   “Like I said,” he growled in response to the accusation in Shaun’s eyes. 

Nicole glanced worriedly from him to Hunter and back again.  He held up his hand in summons when he had her attention again.  “Come here, baby.”

Something flickered in her eyes.  She almost glanced at Hunter but apparently thought better of it, rising from her end of the couch and moving to stand in front of him.  He’d caught the hesitancy, though, her instinctive urge to seek Hunter’s approval, and he had to fight another round with his desire to drag Hunter out of the fucking chair and beat the shit out of him. 

She was his for the moment, though, he reminded himself.  Why waste his time and energy on Hunter when he could focus it on her?

Shifting around to put his back in the crook of the couch back and the arm of the couch, he drew her down on the cushions between his legs, then pulled her back to rest against his chest.  Nestling his head along the side of her face, he studied the flushed skin of her breasts as he palmed them.  He knew the moment he began to fondle her breasts that Hunter had been pulling at them.  She was still sensitive enough she tensed when he did, sucked in a quick breath.  Struggling with the possessiveness that rose in him, he focused on watching the play of his hands on her breasts as he gently squeezed the soft mounds.  He liked the way the bustier she was wearing cupped them for his hands.

Keenly aware that Hunter was watching his every move, he massaged her breasts in a milking motion, kneading them and pulling toward the ends until the blood had pooled in the tips and drawn her nipples into tight buds.  He began pinching them and pulling at them when they came erect, listening intently to the hitch in her breath each time he did. 

She stirred restlessly against him after a few moments.  Slipping one hand down between her legs, he cupped her, sliding her upward until the cheeks of her ass cradled his cock.  Her warm flesh nestling his felt good … good enough he wished he could drive it inside of her.  He didn’t have any trouble at all recalling what that had felt like, though, and it was enough to dangle the lure of coming, not merely enjoying arousing himself and her.

Pushing her legs out of his way, he plucked at her clit until she was lifting her hips for him and then pinched it between his middle fingers, cupping her sex and moving her up and down along his cock rhythmically. 

Basil bolted out of the chair he’d been occupying across from the couch jerkily, drawing Shaun’s attention.  For a handful of moments the men locked gazes and then Basil turned away, heading toward Brandy.  Shaun watched him as he helped her to her feet and led her to the chair he’d just vacated.  Bending her over the arm, he caught her hips and thrust into her.  She grunted, but she was still well lubricated from her encounter with David.  He managed to seat himself fully inside of her with only a few thrusts—mostly inside of her.  She wasn’t much deeper than Nicole and Basil, being Basil, had a few lonely inches and no where to put it. 

He watched them a moment longer as Basil tangled his hand in her hair and began to pump into her frenziedly, but discovered he didn’t need the additional stimulation.  He was close enough already that he’d begun to worry he wouldn’t be able to bring Nicole off before he came.

And he wasn’t about to finish without her with Hunter looking on and feeling so fucking smug.

Turning his face toward hers, he began sucking at her ear and the side of her neck while he plucked at her clit.  She shuddered and he picked up the pace, lifting his other hand to fondle her nipples until she was panting for breath.  He felt another shudder ripple through her and began pinching and plucking a little harder and faster.  “That’s my baby,” he murmured near her ear.  “Come for me.”

She gasped, arched her back and abruptly began to jerk all over almost as if she’d come at his command.  His balls tightened in response, his dick quivering and jerking between the cheeks of her ass.  He ceased plucking at her nipples, planted a palm on her belly and began to rock her harder along his shaft until he felt the first stream of semen race through his penis and erupt between them.  Bolting upright, he reached between her legs and managed to drag his cock free as the second wave hit, pumping until he’d emptied himself on her lower belly and cleft. 

“Shit!” he muttered when he collapsed back against the couch.  He was going to have to clean the fucking cushions!

He looked at Nicole and grinned at the look on her face.  “Come on, baby.  I made a mess.  I think we need to wash up.”

Gabe, striding briskly from his office a few minutes later, hit a damp patch on the floor and skidded several feet before he managed to catch his balance.  “God damn it to hell!  Who dripped come down the hall?  This better be the fake shit!”

Shaun emerged from his room with a towel in his hand.  “Well god damn!  Give me a few minutes to clean up!  I’m working on it!”

Gabe glanced from Shaun to Nicole, who was behind him, her hair dripping wet, and then glanced down the hall toward the stairs.

“It wouldn’t be dripped down the hall if I’d been in her at the time,” Shaun said tightly when Gabe met his gaze again.

“How the hell you managed to come enough to drip from the fucking parlor …,” Gabe growled but left the sentence hanging.  “Just clean it up.  I nearly busted my ass.”

* * * *

I knew I shouldn’t have found it funny, but the expression on Gabe’s face struck me as hilarious.  There’d been so much sex in the house since Brandy and I had arrived—at Gabe’s orders—I thought they were probably going to have to pressure wash it inside before the owners would step foot inside again.  I didn’t know if it was Gabe bitching about the come that had struck me as funny or the fact that he’d nearly slipped down in it, but it tickled my funny bone.  Biting my lip to keep from laughing out-loud, I hid my face against Shaun’s back until I’d heard him leave.  Shaun twisted around to look down at me for a long moment and finally grinned.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh that escaped.

Shaun chuckled.  “Alright, what’s so funny?”

I shook my head.  “The look on his face when he discovered it wasn’t the ‘fake shit’.  I just had this image pop in my head of Gabe cleaning the hall with his ass.”

Shaun chuckled again.  Dropping his towel on the floor, he used his foot as a mop handle and made his way down the hall, chuckling from time to time. 

“I’d like to know what’s so fucking funny!” Gabe bellowed from the foot of the stairs.  “There’s come on the fucking couch!”

Shaun and I looked at one another and started snickering, trying to keep Gabe from hearing us. 

“Nicole just mentioned ….”

I clapped a hand over his mouth to silence him, horrified that he’d meant to tell Gabe what I’d said.  He gave me a look over my hand, reminding me of who was supposed to be the submissive and whom the master and I jerked my hand back.  “Naughty girl!” he said in a low growl.  “I’ll have to punish you for that.”

Snatching me off my feet, he tossed me across his shoulder.  I couldn’t help it, I uttered a shriek of laughter before I could even think to suppress it. 

Shoving my door open, he strode toward my bed and tossed me onto the mattress.  That time, instead of shrieking, I sucked in a sharp breath of fright.  I managed to land without biting my tongue, but Shaun had bounded onto the bed and straddled me before I could get my bearings.  Rolling me onto my stomach, he smacked me on the ass hard enough it stung.  I tried to rear up, but he planted a hand between my shoulder blades and kept popping my ass until it began to feel numb. 

I’d lost all desire to laugh by that time.  I was too surprised and distressed even to feel any anger.  When he finally stopped, I was fighting tears from a mixture of hurt, confusion, and resentment. 

He sprawled beside me on the bed, but I wouldn’t look at him.  After a few moments, he sat up and began to lightly stroke my stinging buttocks.  They felt numb.  It wasn’t until he leaned down and began nibbling kisses over them that I realized they weren’t numb at all, but far more sensitive than they generally were.  Warmth stirred in my belly as he continued.  I struggled against it, still too upset to want to acknowledge the fact that it felt good. 

After a few moments, he slipped his hand along my cleft, found the mouth of my sex and pushed a finger inside of me, finding the damning moisture I hadn’t wanted to admit and sawing his finger slowly in and out.  It stirred even more warmth, but I closed my mind to it.  The spanking had hurt, but I realized I wasn’t hurt about the stinging pain nearly as much as I was confused and hurt that he’d done it at all. 

He withdrew his finger after a few moments and caught my shoulder, urging me to turn over.  I resisted, the first time I’d willfully done so, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  He turned me over anyway and I turned my face away from his.

“Look at me.”

I swallowed a little convulsively, but I discovered I was more inclined to let him know I was hurt than to try to hide it.  He studied my face for a long moment and frowned.  “It was love play,” he said gruffly.

I felt my chin wobble.  “It hurt.”

He looked uncomfortable and irritated.  “You were wet.”

I swallowed with an effort.  “It hurt my feelings.”

He made a sound of disgust and pulled me into his arms.  “Make me feel like shit, why don’t you?”  He sighed.  “Some women like spanking.”

I thought that over.  “I didn’t understand why you were doing it.  I thought you were angry with me and trying to hurt me.”

He nuzzled his face against my neck.  “I wouldn’t do that.  I thought you knew I was playing.  You laughed.”

I pulled away from him and searched his face.  He looked contrite enough that I realized he really hadn’t intended it the way it had seemed to me.  “I’m allergic to pain,” I said a little sullenly.

His lips curled.  “Really?  How allergic?”

“Extremely allergic,” I retorted shortly.

He smoothed my hair behind my ear.  “No spanking.”

I thought about it.  It had felt good when he’d kissed it afterwards, but I decided I didn’t need the spanking to make it feel good. 

He leaned down to brush his lips along mine apologetically.  “You aren’t going to hold a grudge are you?”  he murmured against my lips.

I could feel his lips curling in a faint smile. 

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’ve got blackmail material,” he reminded me. 

I drew back to stare at him blankly.

“Gabe will be pissed—disrespect of a grand master Dom, manhandling a Dom, resisting, complaining about justifiable punishment …  the list goes on and on.”  He shook his head at me.  “He might decide you need more training, which means no cookies for you, but we get to play all we want.”

Remembering the week of misery I’d spent while they teased me unmercifully, I felt a little flicker of uneasiness.  “You wouldn’t.”

“You never know ….  Actually, I guess you would,” he added thoughtfully.

I thought he was teasing, but I wasn’t completely sure.  Considering I’d thought he was really spanking me, I didn’t think I could completely trust that I knew Shaun well enough to judge what he would or wouldn’t do.  “Well, if you want me to completely forgive you, you’ll need to kiss it more.  It’s still stinging.”

“I know you didn’t just tell me to kiss your ass,” Shaun said, laughing.  “You do realize you’re supposed to be a submissive?”

Chapter Eleven

Gabe studied his notes while the others found seats and settled to hear the game plan for the night.  It had been a hell of a lot easier planning it when he had had the detachment of figuring out logistics, he reflected.  Now that it came to putting it into action, he wasn’t thinking about angles, timing, lighting, or coming up with inventive positions and trying to decide which of the guys could best pull it off. 

He was thinking about the fact that Nicole was the centerpiece and all the work he’d put in was designed specifically to see to it that she was fucked by every one of the bastards sitting across from him.  He didn’t have to look at them, or read their minds, to know they were a hell of a lot more anxious to get up to her bedroom than they were to listen to the plans.  There was enough tension in the room to cut it with a knife.

“Alright—we’d planned to do at least two ménages with Nic—Rose for the Rose Red and Seven Hunks segment.  Shaun and Hunter volunteered and in spite of the end result,” he said dryly, “it still looked good on film.  I think we can use it without any problem.  Neither David, Scott, or Daniel had a turn … uh … got to do their segment, so we need to do that tonight.  We still need a three-way, so who’s going to do it?”

The three men glanced at each other and then turned to look at Gabe.  None of them volunteered. 

Gabe’s lips tightened.  “Did I mention we weren’t going to do the sandwich again?  She’s too small to handle two cocks the size of yours.  It’ll be an oil-rig.  One gets a BJ, the other gets it from behind—strictly vaginal.  I don’t want to take a chance on one of you assholes tearing her again.”

Everyone turned to glare at Hunter.  “Fuck!  One god damned mistake!  Do you think we could drop that and quit harping on it?  She isn’t pissed off about it!  She knows it was an accident … sort of.  Well, you know what I mean.”  

“Scott—you get the BJ.  Daniel, you get the other end.”

“Damn it!” Scott snarled.  “Why can’t he take the blow job?”

“Because the boss said!” Daniel snapped.

“Jesus fucking Christ!  Can you just take the god damned assignment without bitching about it?  I don’t know why anybody would bitch about a blowjob anyway!   You’ve done got so many you’re bored with it?”

Scott studied him in tight-lipped silence.  “I’m just saying the three of us have been keeping Brandy occupied.”

“So I noticed,” Gabe said dryly.  “I’ve got hours and hours of the three of you keeping Brandy occupied.  I don’t see that you’ve got anything to complain about!  I’m damned surprised you aren’t coughing dust by now!”

Scott and Daniel both reddened.  David, who’d landed a solo, decided just to keep his mouth shut. 

“David—you think you can handle a butterfly and not forget you’re supposed to pull out for the come shot?”

“Sure thing, boss!”  He thought it over.  “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to have a spotter … just to remind me.”

Gabe’s lips tightened.

“You needn’t look like that,” Shaun said tightly.  “You didn’t pull out and neither did Basil.”

Basil sent him a cold look.  “You didn’t pull out either.  Hunter pushed you out.  You think we don’t know why you jumped his shit?”

Hunter stared at Basil for a long moment and turned to glare at Shaun. 

“I was pissed off because he was pounding into her like she was a pro and used to being manhandled like that!” Shaun snarled.  “And she was bleeding when he got done.  I’m not saying I wasn’t also pissed off about the takeover, but the fact remains that I jumped his shit for hurting her!”

“Alright!” Gabe said.  “Drop it!  It’s over and done with.  Thankfully, she wasn’t hurt badly and she’s over it.  The only thing we need to take from that is to keep in mind that she isn’t a pro and needs to be handled more carefully.  If any of you gets too rough with her tonight you won’t be touching her again.”

Waiting until that sank in, Gabe looked down at his notes.  “Shaun—you and Basil can pair up with Snow White while Scott and David are with Nic—Rose Red.  I’ll get with Hunter while ….”

“You said I was supposed to do the butterfly—solo,” David reminded him.

Gabe lifted his head and stared at David blankly.  “That’s what I said.”

“But you just said Scott and David with Nicole while you and Hunter ….”

Gabe released an irritated huff, rubbing his neck and staring at his notes.  “Daniel does the butterfly, Scott and David the oil-rig.  I think we need to forget about the playroom when we do the ménage with Nicki, Hunter.  We used that the last time.”

The other men exchanged looks of confusion.

“What?”

“You got something on your mind, Gabe?” Shaun asked.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind,” Gabe said dryly.

“A lot of Nicole,” Basil said coolly.

Gabe glared at Basil.  “You got something you want to say, just spit it out,” he growled.

“I just did,” Basil ground out.  “You’re too focused on Nicole to focus on anything else.”

Gabe felt his face heat with both discomfort and anger.  Deciding after a moment to just ignore the remark, he went back to studying his notes.  He tried, anyway.  He realized fairly quickly that Basil was right.  His mind was on Nicole, not business.  “Who did I already assign?”

“You said Daniel and Scott were going to do a ménage with Nicole, David the butterfly after that, and while they’re with Nicole, me and Basil do a ménage with Brandy and then you and Hunter will do another double header.”

“Well, that’s everybody then,” Gabe said decisively.  “Has anybody done a Brandy sandwich?”

David and Daniel exchanged a look.  “We did.”

“Any problems with that?”

“No,” David answered.

“Alright then—Hunter we’ll do a sandwich on her bed.  That way if she sleeps through it, hopefully it won’t be too noticeable.”

“Phil changed her medication.  She’s a lot more alert.”

“In that case, I’ll take the back,” Gabe said.

Hunter glared at him.  “How about we toss?”

“How about you kiss my ass?” Gabe growled.  “I called shotgun.”  He glanced at Basil.  “What do you want to do?”

“A ménage with Nicole,” Basil responded promptly.

Gabe stared at him blankly and then frowned.  “Didn’t I assign you to Brandy?”

“Jesus, Gabe,” Shaun muttered.  “You need to get to get your head on straight.”

“He needs a little Nicole,” Basil retorted.  “He might be able to get her out of his head if he’d just go ahead and fuck her.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Gabe growled.  “Why don’t you and I go out back and talk this over?”

“Fine by me,” Basil said, getting up.

“God damn it, Gabe!  We need to get this shoot done before the two of you start slinging your fists at each other’s faces!  That’ll look like hell!”

“I changed the lighting.  It’ll just look like shadows,” Gabe said.  “Anyway, I’ll be in back.”

“That was Nicole’s room!  And it was last week!”

“Whatever.  You ready, Basil?”

“After you.”

“I don’t think so, you son-of-a-bitch!  I’m not going to fall for a sucker punch.”

“Or pass one out like you did with Hunter last week either!” Basil shot back at him.

The other cast members shot to their feet. 

“Outside!” Shaun snapped.  “Don’t start it in here!  I don’t feel like trying to put the fucking parlor back together!”

When Gabe and Basil had stalked through the kitchen and out the back door, Shaun turned to the others.  “David—Scott, you got your assignments, go!”

“God damn it, Shaun!  I have the fucking butterfly!  They have the oilrig!” David snapped. 

“Whatever.  Just do the assignment and quit fucking complaining!”  He glanced around before he remembered he’d been assigned a three-way with Basil.  “Shit!  I guess it’ll be me and you with Brandy, Hunter.”

Hunter glared at him.  “You think Basil and Gabe are going to be in the mood to do a three-way together after they get through pounding on each other?”

“I doubt they’ll be able to,” Shaun said dryly.  “Let’s just do it.  Oil-rig or sandwich?”

“Just so we’re clear—I’m not sticking my cock in her mouth!” Hunter snapped. 

“If she’s in one of her tempers, I’m sure as hell not putting mine near her teeth!”

“She’s on medication,” David reminded them. 

“You’re sure?  Gabe was the one making her take it and you see what he’s like right now.”

David frowned.  “I didn’t see him give it to her.”

“Alright, no oil-rig.  We’ll do the sandwich and Gabe and Basil can worry about the teeth,” Shaun said with finality.  “I’ll take the back.”

Hunter glared at him. 

“I called it!” Shaun said tightly.

“Fine!  But I don’t think we should do it at all if she’s in one of her moods.”

Shaun chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.  “Alright, I say we go up to her room.  If she doesn’t throw anything when you stick your head in, then we take care of the shot.”

“When I stick my head in?” Hunter demanded.   

“We’ll knock.  Ask her through the door if she’s ready for the shot and see what happens.  I locked up all the knives.  All we have to worry about is things small enough she can lift them … because if she can pick them up, she doesn’t have any trouble throwing them.  She told Daniel that she threw a 19 inch TV set at her last boyfriend.”

“Jesus!” Hunter muttered.  “I don’t know if I can get it up.”

“Work on it.”

* * * *

Gabe was still pissed off when he stalked back into the house, but at least the throbbing pain was different—located mostly in his face and belly instead of his groin. 

And Basil looked worse than he did, he thought with a touch of satisfaction.

To his relief, everyone had vanished when he reached the parlor.  Basil, he discovered, had stopped in the kitchen to work on his nosebleed at the sink.

He hoped he’d broken the fucker’s nose, the snide son-of-a-bitch!

Relieved that he didn’t have to maintain the pretense of not feeling like shit, he paused long enough to figure out the shortest route through the parlor and staggered across it to the other door.  Every step was painful because it jarred something that hurt, but he managed to negotiate the stairs without a problem and headed to his room.

It wasn’t until he’d climbed into the shower that he remembered he’d been assigning parts just before Basil had pissed him off and distracted him.  Tensing when he realized the stupid fucks had headed up without him, he considered getting dressed again and checking on them and then discarded it. 

He was too fucking tired, he decided.  He could review the video feed tomorrow.  They’d just have to shoot it again if the men fucked up. 

When he’d bathed off, he climbed out of the shower and used the towel to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror to get a better look at his face. 

It was pretty appalling, he discovered.  He didn’t just feel like shit.  He looked like shit.  There were lumps all over his face like he’d caught a hornet’s nest with it.  After probing a few of the lumps and checking his teeth to make sure he still had all of them, he looked down at his hands.  He’d thought he might’ve broken a bone on Basil’s head, but he could still move his fingers so he decided his hand was just swollen. 

A few ice packs should do the trick, but he didn’t really feel like going back down to find something to make one with.  Basil had probably cleaned out the ice trays by now anyway.

Wetting a washcloth with cold water, he wrung it out and headed into his bedroom.  When he’d sprawled on the bed, he dropped the cloth on his face and lay with his eyes closed, listening to the sounds around him—footsteps, doors opening and closing, beds bouncing and a headboard slamming against the wall.

Releasing a pained breath, he lifted the cloth from his face and fanned it to cool it down again, wondering if the sounds he could here were the Hunks working on Nicole, or Brandy.

Not that it mattered.

“Shit!” he muttered, dropping the cloth on his face again and trying to close his mind to the images swirling in his head.  He’d been a total dickhead.

Not that Basil hadn’t deserved it!

Actually, he supposed he hadn’t—not any more than any of the others, anyway.

He’d never thought he would get so tired of watching people fuck.  He’d watched hours of it, going back over the videos over and over again and trying to piece all of the clips together to produce something with continuity that didn’t look like random clips pieced together.  He didn’t have a fucking clue if anything he’d done was worth using or if it should all go in the trash.

He examined that thought for a few moments and realized it wasn’t true—at least not for him—and that was the only way he could judge it.  It was good stuff, alright, as far as pornos went, better than most—mostly because Glenda had insisted that it have an actual storyline.  He was so fucking horny from watching every dick swinging son-of-a-bitch in the place fuck Nicole that he couldn’t think straight anymore.  And if he wasn’t watching it on tape, he was stumbling over somebody slobbering all over her. 

Once!  One fucking time in nearly three weeks of filming, he had fucked her.

It occurred to him after a moment that he’d ‘punished’ her.  He hardly thought it counted, though, when he hadn’t managed more than a couple of pumps before he’d come.

Twice!  Two fucking times in nearly three weeks of filming, he’d fucked her!

He brooded over it a while before it dawned on him that nobody else had actually fucked her more than once.  It just seemed that way because he’d watched the damned video over and over again.

And because he was usually in his office working while everyone else was downstairs playing parlor games.

It also occurred to him after a few minutes that his suffering was his own damned fault—starting with the fact that he was also the only one that hadn’t sought Brandy out. 

Actually, starting with the fact that he’d decided to break Nicole in as a submissive.  He hadn’t needed to do that for the video.  She was naturally submissive enough that he could’ve worked around it, cut anything that didn’t fit, or dubbed it. 

He’d zeroed right in on that trait of hers and allowed the Dom to come out instead of looking at it as a director—as he should have been looking at it.

Dragging the cloth off of his face, he fanned it again and covered his throbbing hand. 

He’d bit Brandy’s head off for behaving as if any of it was real and the truth, as hard as it was to swallow, was that he was just as guilty as she was. 

All the brooding violence that had been churning in him and building toward explosion was from possessiveness.  He’d earmarked Nicole as his and no amount of conscious reasoning could oust that from his subconscious.  It wasn’t just that he wanted her and the show was getting in his way of having her.  He couldn’t shake the certainty that she was his and that he was condescending to allow the others access for the sake of the show. 

She wasn’t his woman, he thought, feeling oddly blank and a little nauseated as that settled in his gut.  The other men weren’t trespassing and he wasn’t allowing them to have her.  She didn’t belong to him.

Jesus!  He was as crazy as Brandy! 

Tossing the washcloth aside, he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to look for a painkiller and check his face. 

He still looked like shit. 

Except now he was embarrassed about looking like shit because he’d tried to beat Basil into the dirt for thinking he had some claim to Nicole.

It occurred to him forcefully, that he wasn’t crazy alone.  He had a lot of company. 

Well, some company.  While him and Basil had been trying to out-Dom each other, Shaun and Hunter had settled to trying to romance her out from under them.

“The fucking, back-stabbing bastards!” he muttered.  Grabbing the bottle of painkiller from the cabinet, he shook a dose into his palm, tossed them back, and then used his hand to scoop up enough water to wash them down.

Three weeks, he thought abruptly.  They were halfway through the fucking shoot and then Nicole wasn’t going to be tied to any of them in any way.  She was home free.

He couldn’t decide how he felt about that.

Panicked.

Striding back to his bed, he dropped down on the edge and considered whether he could dismiss that or not.

Nope.  He definitely felt a sense of panic.

He’d made her, though, hadn’t he?

He realized when he’d thought it over, hard, that he just didn’t fucking know.  There was no knowing with Nicole.  Just when he was convinced he had her completely in the palm of his hand, she froze up on him, and he could see it her eyes that she was trying to decide whether she wanted to do what he’d told her to do—or not. 

He speared his fingers through his hair.  Nicole wasn’t a submissive, not in the truest sense of the word.  She didn’t want to submit.  She didn’t want to be told what to do so that she didn’t have to make her own decisions.  That was why submissives could be controlled, because they wanted to be.  They wanted someone else to make all of their decisions for them.

And Nicole didn’t. She simply took the path of least resistance because she didn’t like conflict and she didn’t like unpleasant scenes—usually took that path—if she wanted to or she just didn’t care enough to exert her own will. 

He didn’t think she’d even done any of the things she had because she was particularly worried about the law.  She didn’t need to be because she hadn’t done anything wrong and nobody could prove she had.

She’d gone along with everything to protect Brandy.

Even though the fucking bitch didn’t deserve it.

She was either loyal to a fault, or she was just so used to trying to protect Brandy from herself that it didn’t occur to her that she was under no obligation to do so—except blood ties.  Maybe she loved Brandy in spite of the things Brandy did?

He shook the thought off.  He didn’t know how her mind worked and he doubted he could figure it out.  The important thing was that it wasn’t anything he could use.

And he couldn’t use dependency because she didn’t need to depend on anyone.  She got along just fine by herself—which was why she wasn’t married.

He should’ve realized that, he thought disgustedly.  She was smart and pretty and sexy.  Any woman that looked like she did that wasn’t married was independent—or between marriages. 

He frowned.  He couldn’t remember Glenda mentioning whether she’d been married or not. 

He sure as hell couldn’t ask to look at her personnel file now!  Glenda would be all over it like a fly on shit!

He got up and went to check his face in the mirror again.  He still looked like shit, but he thought the lumps were a little less noticeable.  Maybe he should go downstairs and get an icepack after all?

Nicole would take one look at him and scream.

It dawned on him on the heels of that thought why he was so focused on the mess his face was in and why he’d been pacing his room. 

And why he’d been waiting for the house to get quiet.

Fuck it!  It would be dark.  He could leave the lights out and she wouldn’t see his face.

He met up with Basil in the kitchen when he went to look for ice.  They stared at one another for several moments.

Then Gabe noticed Basil had an ice tray in his hand.  “That better not be the last of the fucking ice,” he growled.

Basil glared at him.  Both of his eyes were already starting to turn black from the punch to the nose.  Gabe grinned abruptly.  “Fine!  I guess you need it more than I do.”

Turning, he headed upstairs again.  He’d just leave the lights off, he decided.  As long as she didn’t touch his face she’d never know about the lumps.

He paused outside her door and realized he was stark naked and he didn’t have a fucking clue of what time it was or if it had been long enough since the fight for the three stooges to do their thing and leave.  Frowning, he considered whether to knock, or just walk in and pretend, if anyone was still there, that he’d come to check on the filming. 

He stared down at himself—no clothes, no viewer.

He couldn’t think of another cover story if there was anyone in there.  Turning, he strode down the hallway to his room and went in.  He grabbed his costume, but paused as it occurred to him that he not only didn’t feel like squeezing his ass, and his balls, into the damned thing, he didn’t actually want to wear it when he was having sex with Nicole either.  Pitching the torture device, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.  Tucking the edges, he glanced around until he spied his small video camera, grabbed that and headed out. 

Basil reached the head of the fucking stairs just as he started down the hall to Nicole’s room.  He checked for a heartbeat and then very casually tucked his camera behind his back and strode briskly toward the stairs, nodding to Basil as he passed him.

Basil sent him a hard look as he passed and Gabe wondered if he’d somehow given his intentions away.  He decided to brazen it out, though.  Reaching the stairs, he paused a moment, listening for Basil’s tread and finally started down the stairs when he realized Basil hadn’t moved.  He was nearly at the bottom before he heard the closing door he’d been waiting for. 

Whirling, he dashed back up the stairs, strode quickly to Nicole’s door and went in before he could have another unpleasant encounter.  It didn’t occur to him until he’d ducked into Nicole’s room and closed the door behind him that he didn’t know for a fact that Basil hadn’t been heading toward Nicole’s room.   He stiffened at the thought, whipping a quick look around the room.

* * * *

I’d experienced some strange things since I’d come to live in Snow White’s Palace of Dicks, but the latest was by far the strangest and I had no idea what to make of it.  Gabe had ordered me and Brandy upstairs after supper to ‘get ready’ for a shoot.  I thought he’d been a little bit of a dick about it.  He could’ve made his point without growling at us, but I supposed he’d taken that attitude because he’d fully expected Brandy to give him trouble and he’d thought growling like a bear might make her think twice.  Brandy had actually been behaving a lot more like a normal person, though, since she’d gotten on medication and I really hadn’t thought it was necessary. 

Particularly since being ordered to go pissed her off.

Of course, I couldn’t be absolutely certain that that was what had angered her and that made me uneasy, especially since she sent me a killer glare when we parted company at my door. 

Trying to tell myself Brandy wasn’t contemplating murdering me in my sleep because of ‘her’ men, I went in and got ready as ordered.  When I’d waited and waited and nobody showed up, I finally climbed in the bed and lay down to wait.   I’d been staring at the ceiling for maybe twenty minutes, trying to hear what was going on downstairs and alternately worrying about what I was going to be expected to do tonight and whether Brandy was pissed off at me or Gabe or both of us, when the door opened. 

I sat up, because if it was Brandy I wanted to make damned sure I wasn’t in a defenseless position, and saw that Scott, David, and Daniel had come into the room.  That, in my opinion, was just asking for trouble.  Brandy had staked her claim on them.  I didn’t care what she’d told Gabe or that she’d been careful not to show her possessiveness since, once Brandy decided something was hers, it was. 

Uneasily, I watched as they checked the lights and moved to the bedside table to pull out lubricant.  Scott, who’d been the light checker finally turned off the overhead light, turned the bathroom light on and adjusted the door until he was satisfied with the amount of light spilling into the room.  He moved from there to the opposite side of the room and turned on a lamp.  Apparently deciding it was too much light, he looked around and found something to drape over the shade to darken the room a little.

Meanwhile, Daniel moved to the side of the bed and proceeded to play with his cock until it was erect.  After gaping at him a moment, I glanced around at the others and found David and Scott similarly occupied.

Gabe still hadn’t arrived and my uneasiness was growing by leaps and bounds.  “The four of us are shooting together tonight?” I finally asked.

Chapter Twelve

David, Scott, and Daniel all looked at me and then they glanced at each other.  “We’re finishing the Rose Red segment.  The three of us are the only ones that haven’t fucked you,” Scott reminded me.

I stared at him a moment, wrestling with my uneasiness.  “Gabe isn’t coming?”

They glanced at each other again.  “He’ll be along in a bit,” David volunteered.  “He told us to just go ahead and get started.”

“Oh.  Where’s Brandy?”

Daniel lost his hard-on.  Glaring at his dick, he grabbed it and started pumping it again. 

“Shaun and Hunter are doing a ménage with her.”

A mixture of hurt and jealousy flickered through me, but I resolutely dismissed it, reminding myself, again, that this was business.  It wasn’t personal.  I couldn’t take it personally. 

Scott and David climbed on the bed and stared at me while Daniel slathered lubricant on his erection.  “You’ll need to get on your hands and knees for this,” Scott said. 

Sucking in a bracing breath, I got on my hands and knees.

“I think you’re too high up on the bed.  Move down here, closer to the foot and in the center.”

I moved to the position he’d pointed out.  “We aren’t going to do it like Shaun and Hunter did last time?” I asked with a mixture of disappointment and uneasiness—nervousness because I wasn’t sure what they planned to do if it wasn’t like that.

“Gabe said you couldn’t handle two dicks the size of ours in that end at the same time.  We’re going to do the oilrig.”

“What’s the oilrig?” I asked blankly.

“You know how the pump on an oil well works?”

“Oh.  Like you two do with Brandy?”

Scott cleared his throat.  “Gabe isn’t going to be able to use any of this, you know.  We aren’t supposed to be chatting on the set.  We’re supposed to be focused on fucking.”

“Sorry.”

Scott sat down in front of me and slid towards me until his dick was wagging under my nose.  He seemed to wrestle with himself.  “Don’t bring me off with your mouth.  When I start to blow, you let go.  We’re supposed to do a come shot.”

I nodded.

Scott stared at me for a moment and sat up, gathering my hair in one hand.  “Which side is the camera on?”

When I looked up, I discovered he’d directed the question to Daniel.  “Shit if I know.  I thought we had surround video.”

Scott frowned and finally moved my hair over my left shoulder, twisting it rope like.  When he’d finished, he leaned forward, holding the end toward Daniel.  “Hold this.  We’ll try bronco style.”

“Hold on a minute,” Daniel said testily.  “This is going to take two hands if you don’t want me to shove her in your lap.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Scott murmured, amusement in his voice.

I flicked a look up at him and grinned back at him in spite of my nervousness as I felt Daniel probing me in the back.  He adjusted his legs and mine several times and finally pressed the head of his cock against the mouth of my sex, pushing slightly.  I tried to brace myself but the harder he pushed the further forward I listed.  He grabbed my hip with one hand and tried again. 

“Grab her shoulders and shove back while I push,”  Daniel said, beginning to sound a little desperate.

Scott uttered a snort of laughter.  I couldn’t help it.  It was infectious.  I snickered through my nose, trying to keep from laughing.

“God damn it!  Cut it out and get serious!” Daniel said, laughter threading his own voice.  “I’m going to lose my hard-on!”

Sucking in a deep breath to suppress the urge to laugh, I folded my lips together and closed my eyes when Scott planted his hands on my shoulders and countered Daniel’s efforts to wedge his monster in me.  A few moments of that was enough to kill the urge to laugh.  I panted a little with anxiety when I felt myself stretched to the point where I began to feel a slight burn.  He eased off, sawed back and forth shallowly and then tried again.  That time I felt him sliding deeper.  They kept pushing until I felt the head of his cock hit my womb and sucked in a pained breath.

“That’s it.  I can’t get any deeper.”

I twisted my head around to look back at him and saw that he was staring down at my ass. 

David had moved to the side of the bed to look both of us over.  “You sure, man?  You’ve still got a good three inches there.”

“I’m sure,” I said.

“I could try the other hole,” Daniel suggested.

“No!” Scott and David said at the same time. 

“You’ll rip her again, you moron, and then we’ll have to wait another week to fuck her!” David added, clearly incensed.

Daniel shot a bird at him. 

“Are we going to do this!” Scott snapped.  “I’m getting a little soft here!”

“I’m ready,” Daniel said. 

Scott waved his cock in my face.  “You’re going to have to work with it.”

I stared at it.  If it wasn’t completely hard I wasn’t sure I could take completely hard.  Working my jaws a couple of times to loosen them, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and covered the head, sucking on it.  Almost the second I started sucking, the damned thing inflated.  My jaws locked.  I dropped to my elbows and grabbed the shaft, pulling it out of my mouth and flexing my jaws again. 

“Ready?”

“Give her a second.”

I took a deep breath.  “I’m ready.”

Daniel thrust.  I landed face first in Scott’s lap. 

“She wasn’t ready god damn it!”

“She said she was ready!”

“She was ready to start.  She didn’t have it in her mouth, moron, or she wouldn’t have been able to talk!”

“If you call me moron again, I’m going to fucking kick your ass!”

“If you two are going to fight,” I snapped, “we aren’t going to get this done tonight.”

They subsided and I decided to get things rolling before they had time to start snapping at each other again.  Covering the head of Scott’s dick, I began sucking with a will and stroking his shaft with my hands at the same time. 

I heard him swallow audibly.  He tensed.  Within a few moments he began to lift slightly each time I slid my mouth down his cock as far as I could—which wasn’t much past the head, which felt about the size of a damned orange. I was surprised he had enough blood in his body to inflate the thing.

The random thoughts vanished from my mind when Daniel started pumping into me, slowly at first.  I adjusted my movements to his, allowing him to push me down Scott’s shaft and then lifting my head when Daniel withdrew.  He began to gain momentum just about the time I’d gotten the rhythm down.  I struggled to keep up.

Without any sort of foreplay, distracted by my efforts to maintain my balance and stimulate Scott with my mouth and hands, I didn’t even realize Daniel’s dedicated strokes had had any effect on me until I suddenly became aware of the heated tension in my belly and realized my body had reacted to the stimulation.  I was climbing rapidly toward climax.  Focusing on that as soon as it became impossible to ignore, I lavished attention on Scott more feverishly.  His cock jerked in my mouth in sudden warning.

It flickered through my mind that I was supposed to let go, but I found it wildly exciting to have his cock in my mouth and I didn’t want to.  I wanted to come with his cock in my mouth.

He grabbed his cock near the bottom.

I tightened the hold of my hand and sucked harder. 

I felt Daniel’s cock jerk inside of me and a fleeting sense of panic washed over me that I wasn’t going to reach the finish line before he jerked out.  I fought Scott for possession of his cock until he gave in with a grunt that presaged a scalding fountain of semen.  The moment I swallowed I felt my own body convulse.  I groaned around his cock, sucking mindlessly while my body was racked by exquisite waves of rapture.  Behind me, Daniel groaned like was he dying and abruptly drove as deeply inside of me as he could—a little deeper than I’d thought he could or should, but it only seemed to make my convulsions harder when I felt his cock bucking inside of me.

He leaned over me, shuddering and jerking for a moment and then abruptly reared back and pulled out.  I felt a warm glob of semen hit my buttocks and finally let go of Scott.  Panting hoarsely, he caught his dick and jacked it a couple of times.  It sputtered a few drops of semen on my cheeks and then he fell back on the bed. 

Gasping for breath, I moved over his leg and sprawled out, discovering in the process that Daniel still had a grip on my hair.  He let go when he felt the pull, looked around the crowded bed for a place to settle and finally stretched out lengthwise along the foot, panting.  

“What’s bronco style?” I asked when I’d finally caught my breath.

Scott opened one eye and looked at me, then closed his eye again and grinned.  “You mount your woman, grab a good handful of hair, and then slap her on the ass and call her by some other woman’s name and try to hold on.”

I thought about it for a moment with a mixture of indignation and amusement and finally chuckled.  Scott chuckled, too.  Rolling onto his side, he draped an arm over me and dragged me closer until we were nose to nose.  “You forgot the come shot,” he murmured.  “Not that I’m complaining.”

“In that case—I didn’t forget the come shot.  I just didn’t want to let go.”

He stared at me for a long moment and finally tilted his head and kissed me lightly. 

“If you three are rested ….”

I sat up at the sound of David’s voice.  “I’ll just go in the bathroom and clean up if it’s alright?”

He nodded and I climbed over Scott and then climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom. 

When I came out a few minutes later, David was on the bed waiting.  He directed me to the spot and explained how I was supposed to fold my legs for the butterfly.  When I’d tried it a couple of times, he positioned me in the center of the bed near the foot and settled on his heels to lubricate his cock. 

I studied his face while he did, realizing he wasn’t just hard, he was fully aroused … I supposed from watching me with Scott and Daniel.  It aroused me knowing that he was and also remembering the climax I’d just had. 

It flickered through my mind that I was far more easily aroused than I’d ever been before—and enjoyed sex more.  It didn’t disturb me, though, like it had when I’d first become aware that I was far more sensual than I had been.  It didn’t seem ‘unnatural’ to me anymore, I realized, feeling abruptly as if it was something that had always been there and had only needed the right kind of nurturing to bring it forth.

It had certainly been thoroughly nurtured, I thought a touch wryly, but dismissed it when David positioned himself.  Drawing my legs up, I folded them like he’d told me to, and waited with anticipation for him to penetrate me, wondering if a normal size cock was going to do it for me when I’d had nothing but super cocks since I’d arrived. 

It was something that worried me, but as soon as he started pushing, I focused on the stretch and burn, trying to relax to envelop him.  My legs were already beginning to cramp from the position I’d assumed by the time he managed to seat himself fully, but the moment he started thrusting my entire attention shifted to the internal massage of his flesh against mine and I began to climb toward another climax.  I focused on reaching it before he could reach his, knowing it would ruin it for me if he pulled out before I’d finished as he was supposed to. 

It became obvious very quickly that he’d been close to coming before he’d even gotten inside me.  I could feel him quivering with the effort to hold back.  It freed me, cut me loose from my earthbound tether.  I gasped, arching my back at the force of the first convulsion.  He shuddered harder, his dick jerking inside me with his first shockwave.  He began to pump faster, uttering choked grunts.  I hit my peak and began to float toward earth again even as he sucked in a sharp gulp and reluctantly pulled out.  Bracing himself with one arm, he stroked his cock until he couldn’t pump semen from it any more.

I groaned as I unfolded my legs and dropped one to the bed on either side of him.

He rested a few moments and finally leaned back to study the pattern of semen on my belly that he’d managed to produce.  Flicking a slightly guilty glance at the others, he leaned over me, planted a gusty kiss on my lips and then struggled off the bed. 

It wasn’t until they began to file out that I realized Gabe never had shown up.  Puzzling over it, I got up and headed into the bathroom to clean up.  Since it seemed I was done for the night, I took another quick shower, still puzzled and a little worried about the entire shoot. 

I was tired enough to dismiss it fairly quickly.  Climbing into the bed, I lay down and tried to compose myself for sleep.  I’d just begun to drift off when I heard someone walking along the hallway outside.  Tensing, I listened until they passed.  A few minutes later, I heard footsteps again.  This time they paused outside my door.  I strained to hear, my heart thumping uncomfortably in my chest.  After a moment, whoever it was moved on. 

I tried to relax but a few minutes later I heard footsteps again, this time from both directions.  The two passed each other and moved on.  I heard a door open and close but couldn’t decide just from the sound where it was along the hallway or who it was. 

Settling again, I waited, listening.  A few minutes later one pair of footsteps returned and paused outside my door again.  Beginning to be seriously unnerved by the fact that someone had stopped outside my door twice, I sat up and stared at the door uneasily. 

In the dim light coming from the bathroom door I’d left slight ajar, I saw Gabe step inside.  The first thing I noticed was the white towel around his waist, the second was his thunderous expression as he glanced quickly around the room and then looked straight at me.  I stared back at him wide-eyed, wondering what he was doing in my room—in a towel—and why he was pissed off.

Some of the tension went out of him.  He moved away from the door, paused, and went back, locking it.

My belly clenched when I heard the faint click.  Thoroughly confused and unnerved, I watched him warily as he headed toward the bed again, paused at the foot and then moved around to the side away from the bathroom door and the only source of light.

He paused beside the bed, staring at me.

He was really starting to unnerve me.  “We did the shoot,” I said a little shakily.

He nodded jerkily.  “Good.  That’s good.  How did it go?”

I didn’t know how to answer that.  I struggled a few moments and finally produced the one thing that seemed of utmost importance.  “They did come shots.”

He nodded again, but he didn’t move.  Finally, he settled on the side of the bed.  Leaning toward the bedside table on that side, he set his viewer down. 

“Are we on camera?” I whispered.

He lifted his head and glanced around the room.  “Yeah.”

I thought that over.  “Are we supposed to do a shoot?”

He sent me a strange look.  Abruptly, his lips curled upward on one side.  “Yeah.  Actually, I thought we should try out some positions I’ve thinking about.”

In the middle of the night?

I felt my belly flutter.  “Ok.”  I shifted over.  “Should I move toward the end of the bed?”

He lay down on his side facing me, one arm bent to support his head on his hand.

I stared at his face, trying to read his expression and began to notice darker patches on his face that I couldn’t quite make out.  He distracted me by lifting a hand and settling it on my waist.  “You’re tense.  I think we need to spend a little time warming up so you can relax.”

I swallowed a little convulsively, feeling my heart rev.  I didn’t actually think I needed a lot of warm up, but I certainly wasn’t going to turn it down.  “You didn’t get the lube.  Should you put it under the pillow?”

“Good thought.”  He rolled away, pulled the drawer out and scratched around and then shut the drawer and turned back.  That time, he rolled toward me, settling an elbow on either side of me.  I relaxed against the pillow behind me, staring up at him as he slowly lowered his head, angling it slightly as the tip of his nose met mine.  Excitement flooded me when he touched his lips lightly to mine.  I stilled, waiting, hoping for more. 

He opened his mouth over mine, sucked lightly.

And then let out a hiss of breath and jerked away from me.  “Shit!  That fucking hurts!”

I stared at him blankly, trying to ignore the disappointment and hurt that went through me.  “Your lip?  What happened?”

He’d lifted a hand to it, sent me a quick look and then shrugged.  “Hornet’s nest.”

“You got stung on the lip?” I gasped in shock.  “My god, Gabe!  Are you alright?”

He lowered his face again.  “Fine,” he murmured against my lips, covering them abruptly.  That time he managed to thrust his tongue into my mouth for a few moments before he lifted his head again, uttering pained pants that I knew were pain and not arousal. 

The kiss had aroused me, though.  It was just enough to leave me wildly disappointed when he stopped.  Releasing a pent up breath, he began to nuzzle his face against mine, lightly.  I was afraid to move.  I could feel hard knots on his face and I wavered between pleasure at the feel of his face on mine and anxiety about the pain I knew he must feel.  After a few moments, he levered himself up a little and pushed himself downward, lightly brushing his lips along my throat and making his way to my breasts.  They hardened in anticipation.  I felt my belly clench with hopefulness.  

Heat scored my insides when he captured the peak of one, sucking on it.  He persevered long enough I began to feel my kegels clapping with happiness and then abruptly released me.  Instead of moving to the other breast, he settled his forehead between my breasts—almost in a posture of defeat. 

I stared down at the top of his head, waiting hopefully.  He muttered something against me that I didn’t quite catch.  Expelling a harsh breath, he sat up, grabbed the tube of lubricant and squeezed some into his palm. 

I watched him avidly, relieved that it seemed I was at least going to get the dick.  He looked around when he’d finished, discovered he’d forgotten to bring the cloth they usually brought with them and then wiped his hand on the side of the bed. 

He got on his hands and knees then and crawled over me.  I moved my legs out of his way so that he could position himself, drawing my knees up on either side of his hips and planting my soles on the bed.  He settled lower, aligned his body with mine and began pushing.  Feeling myself slipping, I put arms over my head and braced my palms on the headboard. 

No one was happier than I was when I felt penetration.  He released a pent up breath, grabbed my hips in a firm grip and began trying to drag me over his erection.  It felt wonderful.  I closed my eyes, savoring it. 

He stopped, panting for breath.  “Give me your hands.”

I opened my eyes and reached for him.  He pulled up upright and then slipped an arm around my waist, lifting me as he sat back on his heels.  I grasped his shoulders for balance and then slipped my arms around them as he drew me closer.  He began jogging me, using my weight to help him stuff his monster dick inside of me.   I burrowed my face against the side of his neck, breathing in his scent and feeling a sense of drunken bliss take hold of me.

* * * *

Gabe stopped to catch his breath when he realized he’d hit bottom.  He’d discovered every fucking aching bruise on his body while he was trying to work himself into her and he waited a few moments for the throbbing to subside everywhere except in his cock.  Gathering himself, he tightened his grip on her grimly and began to jog her up and down his shaft.  Pleasure.  Pain.  Pleasure.  Pain.

He paused again, tried to close his mind to the aching muscles and tightened his hold again, jogging her a little faster.  Pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain.  Same results, just a faster rate.  

He was close to exploding though.  He was going to make it if it killed him.  Shifting his hold, he bounced her up and down a little faster, ignoring the pain chant in his body and focusing on the pleasure. 

Nicole began to pant and then to moan.  He jogged faster.  She began to jerk and shudder.  Relief flooded him and a split second later his climax hit him hard enough to knock the breath out of him.  He held his breath, grunting a little with each convulsion, basking in the relief that filled him when his body finally stopped seizing to expel his seed.

Panting until he’d caught his breath, he nuzzled his face against hers.  Pain lanced through the haze of pleasure, though, and he gave up.  Lowering her carefully to the bed again, he pulled out of her reluctantly and sprawled on the bed beside her face down. 

His last thought before he passed out was that he’d only managed one when he’d planned to fuck her until dawn.  God damn it to hell!

He woke later feeling an odd mixture of satisfaction and the sense that someone had run over him with their car.  The warm, naked body next to his roused him enough to pop his eyes open.  When he did, he discovered the room was flooded with light—from outside. 

“Shit!” he mouthed under his breath.

He stared down at Nicole’s sleeping face, torn between the desire to wake her up and fuck her again and the absolute certainty that he was going to have a fight on his hands if the others caught him sneaking out of her room.  He weighed the situation and finally decided he couldn’t actually afford to start a war on the set even if he was inclined at the moment not to give a shit. 

Moving away from Nicole carefully, he glanced around for his clothes, remembered he’d only been wearing a towel and looked for that instead.  He didn’t see it and couldn’t remember what he’d done with it.  Dismissing it, he headed for the door, listened a moment, and then opened it, striding quickly down the hall to his room. 

Glenda gave him a call just as he got out of the shower.  He glanced at the screen on his cell phone and decided to ignore her.  Shaving was a fucking ordeal, he discovered.  The swelling had subsided, but he had some nasty looking bruises.  Good thing it had been dark in Nicole’s room, he thought ruefully.  She might’ve screamed when she saw him. 

His hand was still swollen, making it difficult to fist it around his razor, but he finally managed to shave with only a few nicks.  Dabbing pieces of toilet paper on the nicks to stop the bleeding, he grabbed his deodorant and swabbed his pits, discovering bruises on his ribs. 

No fucking wonder he’d had such a hard time the night before!  He had fist sized bruises all the way to his lower belly. 

He snorted in disgust, but was cheered by the thought that Basil probably looked and felt worse. 

He was whistling as he left the bathroom and looked around for a fresh costume to put on.  He hated the fucking thing, but he couldn’t very well expect the others to wear theirs if he didn’t wear his.

At least Glenda hadn’t decided they should wear tights, he thought wryly.

She called again while he was still trying to adjust his balls.

“Yeah!” he snapped when he’d flipped the phone open.

“Gabe?”

He rolled his eyes.  It was his fucking phone!  Who else was she expecting.  “Yeah?”

She squealed.  Wincing, he snatched the phone away from his ear.  “What the hell?”

“You aren’t going to believe the sales!  They’re through the roof!”

Gabe felt his stomach go weightless.  “Really?”

“I didn’t call you yesterday when we launched the site because I was afraid it was just curious traffic, you know?   We’ve had almost three quarters of a million visitors already!”

Gabe looked around for a place to sit, feeling light-headed, and finally settled on the edge of the bed.  “Translate that into money,” he said a little hoarsely.

She did, so fast he knew she’d been tallying it before she’d even called.  He whistled at the figure.  “You’re sure?  There’s no mistake?”

“No mistake.  I think we’ve got a winner!”

Gabe laughed with a mixture of exhilaration and doubt.  “My god!  It’s going to take me a while to digest this.”

“I’ll let you go digest, then, while I count the money a few more times.”

Chapter Thirteen

Gabe’s first urge was to rush to Nicole’s room and share his triumph with her—their triumph.  He’d already paused by her door and grasped the doorknob when it dawned on him that she wasn’t the one he should be celebrating with.  He felt his belly tighten at the realization, felt his exhilaration dip. 

Releasing the doorknob, he headed downstairs and made coffee, mulling over what Glenda had told him.  He discovered he had mixed feelings—extremely mixed.  Relief was high.  He’d poured more money into the project than he could really afford, had gambled big—actually everything—and if it hadn’t panned out ….  Well, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about, or needed to, now.

He was excited about the money.  They hadn’t actually made enough, yet, to cover the expenses, but it was a good launch and seemed to indicate they’d do considerably better than break even.

Of course, there was no guarantee of that.  It could still be the merely curious hitting the site and if they gave it a poor critique the show could still end up being a flop. 

He decided the other investors/cast members should at least be told that the launch was successful and promising. 

Better to tone down his own excitement, he thought, than to give rise to false hopes this early.

It was hard to tamp the sense of triumph, though, until it hit him that those numbers weren’t just numbers and they weren’t just dollar signs.  They were people.  He realized he hadn’t fully appreciated the fact that hundreds of thousands, hopefully millions, of people were going to be watching the Seven Hunks fuck Brandy and Nicole—in painfully exquisite detail—and every position they could think up. 

His sense of triumph hit a slump.  His belly cramped.  He didn’t particularly care that they’d be watching him.  He thought for several moments he might throw up when it occurred to him that they were going to be staring avidly at the footage he’d shot of Nicole. 

“God!  Jesus Christ!  Shit!”

Running a shaking hand over his face, he set his coffee cup down and leaned over the sink—just in case.  A flash of hot then cold washed over him while he fought a round with his stomach.  He finally managed to master it, but he discovered he felt a little weak and lightheaded from the battle.  After splashing cold water over his face and then gulping down a couple of handfuls, he headed into the dining room and settled heavily in his chair, trying to dismiss the images flickering through his mind.

It would’ve been easier if he hadn’t fucking memorized them!

Settling his arms on the table top, he dropped his face into his hands and struggled to remember whether her face was visible.  He realized he couldn’t remember to save his life—because he’d been entirely focused on the point of entry and watching cock glide in and out of her.

It was almost a comfort. 

Almost.

He thought it was likely all the men watching were going to be equally mesmerized, but he didn’t fucking want them studying her pussy!  His pussy!  It pissed him off that he had to share her at all!

He remembered after a while that he’d tried to carefully set up the shoots so that the women’s faces were mostly in shadow.  It didn’t make him feel a hell of a lot better, but he decided he’d go up and review the clips … again.

When he finally dropped his hands and leaned back in the chair, he discovered David, Shaun, and Hunter had joined him at the table.  He’d been vaguely aware that he could hear them stirring around, but he’d been too focused on his churning stomach to pay them much attention. 

David was wolfing down a bowl of cereal, he discovered.

Good appetite, he thought, feeling a spark of anger when he thought about why David had such vigor. 

Pushing away from the table, he headed back into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.  Basil was standing at the pot, pouring himself a cup.  Scott was standing behind him.  Grabbing the cup he’d set down earlier, he empted it and waited his turn.

Basil sent him a deadly look as he passed him.

Scott grinned at him.

His hand tightened on his cup, but Scott had strode away before he could give in to the urge to belt him in the teeth with his cup. 

He was sitting in his chair, hunched over his cup of coffee when Daniel breezed into the room, so fucking cheerful he lifted his head and glared at him.  “No bacon and eggs today?  Man!  I could eat a fucking horse!”

Gabe discovered Basil, Hunter, and Shaun had all turned to glare at him as he bounced into the kitchen, whistling.

Dull eyed with fatigue, Brandy arrived about the time Daniel settled at the table with coffee.  He slid an arm around her.  “I don’t suppose I could talk you in to cooking bacon and eggs, baby?”

She glared at him and popped him on the top of the head, stalking into the kitchen.  He looked blank.  “What was that for?”

She shot him a bird just as she disappeared through the door.

“Dumb ass,” Hunter muttered. 

“You think she doesn’t know where you were last night?” Shaun growled.

Daniel frowned at him a moment and focused on his coffee irritably.

Nicole was the last to arrive.  Fortunately, Brandy had already settled at the table.  She jolted to a halt when Basil lifted his head to look at her, gaping at him in horror before she flicked a glance in Gabe’s direction.  He lifted his hand with studied casualness and cupped his cheek, focusing on the coffee in the bottom of his cup.

Daniel slid an arm around her waist.  “I don’t suppose I could talk you in to cooking bacon and eggs, baby?”

Nicole glanced down at him and smiled.

Gabe clutched his cup a little tighter.

“Sure!  Who else wants some?”

“I want mine soft scrambled,” Brandy piped up.  “You know how I like them.”

Nicole’s smile faded, but she nodded.  “Fried or scrambled?”

When everyone had agreed they would be happy with soft scrambled, she headed into the kitchen.  Gabe drained his cup and got up as the smell of frying bacon reached him. 

Nicole was flipping sizzling, popping bacon strips in a frying pan when he reached the kitchen and he decided to give her a wide berth—just in case.  When he’d filled his cup, he settled against the counter, watching her. 

She winced when she finally glanced at him.

“That bad, huh?”

Something flickered in her eyes.  “It must hurt.”

“Not too much today,” he said dismissively, waiting to see if she would pursue it and ask him about the lie he’d told her the night before.  Apparently, she decided against it.  She focused on her cooking until she’d fished all of the bacon from the pan. 

“How did the … uh … shoot go last night?” he asked absently when she picked up a bowl and began vigorously beating the eggs in it, trying to drag his gaze from her bobbing breasts, wincing inwardly when it hit him that he’d already asked her the night before.  Then again, he hadn’t actually had his mind on it then either. 

Her cheeks reddened, but she didn’t look at him.  He couldn’t decide whether she was that focused on the melting butter in the pan she’d set on the stove for the eggs, or if she was deliberately avoiding eye contact.  “Fine,” she said after a moment.

“No problems?”

She cleared her throat.  “What sort of problems?”

Gabe thought it over and decided he didn’t want to pursue it.  “They weren’t too rough?”

She glanced at him.  “Oh!  No!  They were very careful.”

He nodded, struggled with the urge to tell her the show had been launched over the internet and several hundred thousand people had already seen it and then decided against it. 

He didn’t especially want a face full of hot eggs—or worse, the pan of hot grease beside it. 

“Do you think the shoot we did will work?”

He stared at her blankly.

“You said you wanted to try a new position.  You think it’s going to work?”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, struggled with his conscience and lost the battle.  “I don’t know.”  He cleared his throat again.  “We might need to try something else.”

She nodded, staring at the pan of eggs she was stirring.  “Ok.  I was just wondering.”

Gabe decided to leave before she noticed she’d gotten a rise out of him. 

Fucking costume, he thought irritably!

He felt better after he’d eaten the breakfast Nicole cooked.  Deciding, maybe, that the queasiness he’d felt earlier was from emptiness, he debated whether to head upstairs to work or join everyone in the front room.  As reluctant as he was to leave Nicole to the others, however, he remembered he’d intended to check the footage thoroughly to see if she was recognizable in any of the shots. 

* * * *

Basil was a little surprised and not especially happy when Nicole left the kitchen, searched the room for him and then headed straight toward him.  She glanced at him and winced when she sat down directly beside him.  “Do you want me to get you an icepack for that?” she asked quietly.

He released an irritated breath.  “I had icepacks on it most of the night,” he said dryly, “I’m afraid the raccoon look is going to be as good as it gets for a while.”

“Does it hurt as bad as it looks?” she asked after a hesitation.

He uttered a snort of a laugh.  “I don’t know how to answer that.”

She reddened slightly, but she smiled at him.  “Does it hurt?  Can I get you something?”

He studied her face.  “A little bit of you might help my feelings.”

She settled closer.  Picking up his right hand, she studied his knuckles and finally lifted it and brushed her lips lightly over it.

Watching her, Basil felt his belly clench.  He swallowed with an effort.  “You going to kiss all the booboos?”

She smiled against his hand.  “I will if it’ll make you feel better.”

“I think I’ll lay down for this,” he murmured, drawing her on to his lap and then settling back with her. 

She looked down at his face a little quizzically, but settled to anointing the bruises on his face with light kisses.  When she’d kissed each one, she leaned away from him to study his chest.  Basil settled a hand on the back of her head, watching her from beneath half-closed eyes as she kissed the bruises on his chest and ribs, making her way downward with agonizing slowness.  She paused when she met the head of his dick and lifted her head to grin at him.  “Any bruises?”

He swallowed with an effort, torn between the desire to feel her mouth on him and an equal one to kiss her and bury himself inside of her.  Deciding he could have both, he caught her beneath the arms and dragged her up his length until he could stare into her eyes.  “I think there might be one on my lips that you missed,” he murmured. 

She lifted her brows.  “Where?  Here?  Or here?” she asked teasingly, kissing both corners.

“Actually, I think it’s in the middle,” he said, tilting his head and matching his lips to hers, then added with a note of warning and a touch of amusement, “just watch the nose.  That hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.”

“Mmm, coffee,” she murmured teasingly when he lifted his lips. 

“Bacon … Eggs.”

He grinned.  “Shut up, wench!  I’m trying to woo you here.”

He rolled, wedging her between the back of the couch and his body and dragging her thigh across his hips.  Despite her teasing, she was wet, he discovered when he slipped a hand along her cleft and pushed a finger inside of her.  It set him on fire.  Pulling his finger out of her, he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her opening.

“Lubrication,” she murmured against his chest.

He paused, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him.  It hadn’t crossed his mind and he didn’t want to get up to hunt any!  Wet or not, he realized fairly quickly that he wasn’t going to overcome the limitations he was working with without it.  Someone slapped a tube down on his arm. 

“Bad position.  The camera won’t catch it,” Shaun growled, his expression hard.

Basil’s lips tightened.  He glanced down at Nicole, considered his options and finally sat upright, dragging her across his lap.  Squeezing a dollop into his hand he considered that it was almost more annoying to have to lube up every damned time than to stop and put on a fucking condom!  So much for eliminating mounting delays by getting them checked before they started!

He looked around for something to wipe the shit off of his hand with when he’d finished.  Someone hit him in the face with a cloth.  He winced, feeling his eyes water at even that slight jarring of his nose.  Nicole had come up on her knees and shifted closer, blocking his view by the time he managed to get his eyes open.

She closed her hand around his cock, guiding it to her opening as she leaned toward him to brush light kisses across his bruises. 

Dismissing his anger, he threaded his fingers in her hair and drew her closer, covering her mouth and kissing her hungrily as he felt her bearing down on him and slowly enveloping him.  It took all he could do to let her control the mount.  He moved his hands from her head to her hips, kneading her flesh, struggling with the urge to drive upwards and sink into her faster. 

He was so close to coming by the time she’d settled as much as she could that he began kissing her feverishly.  Breaking the kiss, he drew her upward and latched onto one of her nipples, pulling at it hungrily for a moment.  The need to drive into her again to feel her squeezing him transcended the urge to move to her other breast and he dragged her down again.  By the time he’d lifted her once more, he’d decided he could hold her still, suck her breasts and drive upward into her.

He managed it for a handful of strokes.  When she began to gasp and shudder, though, he lost all coordination.  Releasing the nipple he’d been pulling on, he pushed her down his shaft, locked his arms around her hips and began lifting and lowering her and driving upward into her at the same time.  She uttered a groan.  Goosebumps erupted all over her arms and back.  “Jesus, baby!” he groaned when he felt her vaginal walls milking him with her convulsions. 

“Come shot!” some growled.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck the god damned come shot, he thought angrily.  He wanted to come inside of her damn it!

He jerked out of her just as he erupted.  Fisting his hand around his cock, he pumped jerkily until the spasms finally stopped and then released his hold and slumped back against the couch. 

Nicole settled on his belly, leaning against him.  He lifted a hand to stroke her back and then tightened his arms around her for a moment, nuzzling her neck with care.  His nose hurt.  He thought he’d bumped it at some point, but everything else felt grand.

* * * *

I had mixed feeling about the new program.  Actually, I supposed it might have been planned all along and they just hadn’t gotten around to implementing it due to problems with the ‘fuckee’, but I thought I was mostly happy with it—sore most of the time and borderline exhausted, but far more content. 

Mostly, in the parlor, the guys seemed inclined to fondle me and fuck Brandy, but I usually had at least one session at some point during the day, either in the parlor or the kitchen where I was still the sole kitchen slave.  Brandy had half-heartedly helped at first but that hadn’t lasted long. 

Due to the foreplay throughout the day I was usually raring to go by the time we got around to the more formal shoot in the afternoons and early evening.  I was still a little nervous every time they introduced a position I hadn’t tried before, but I’d discovered it generally had the same result—I came.  I felt like a pretzel some of the time and I was damned if I could figure out what there was about the positions that were all that appealing, but there didn’t seem any point in arguing.

Besides, Gabe was a real bear half the time, especially when we were doing the formal shoots and I didn’t want to draw his temper down on me when he was snapping and biting at everyone else.  They were all pretty moody, if came to that, but I thought it must be because Gabe’s temper was on a short leash.

It wasn’t hard to figure that out.  He was so stressed that I couldn’t help but worry that things weren’t going as well as he’d hoped and that he was going to lose money on the project.  All I could do, though, was what he told me to do and hope for the best.

I liked the more informal shoots better.  It was a lot more like the sex I was used to.  They acted more like lovers and I found that increased my enjoyment even while I worried about the fact that I was enjoying it way too much. 

Gabe came most often after the formal shoots when everyone else headed for their own rooms so that we could experiment with various positions he’d thought of.  I didn’t object even though I couldn’t see that they were really all that different.  Then again, how many ways could you fit two bodies together when one thing remained the same—pole in hole?  I realized I’d never fully appreciated just how much work went into filming porns.

Sometimes Hunter would slip into my room and lock the door.  At others times, it would be Shaun, or Basil, or David and occasionally Scott, or Daniel.  Sometimes I’d hear them outside my room, talking, and then no one would come for hours and then I’d hear someone else stop outside my room.  There were several times when I could hear the sounds of a scuffle—a meaty thud or two as if they were having a shoving contest—and realized they’d apparently decided to do a fight scene.  I wasn’t sure why they thought they needed them, especially when they were so banged up from them, but I decided it was to add realism and maybe a little excitement. 

I’d never been a fan of reality shows.  I hated being drawn into an ugly confrontation.  I certainly didn’t like to watch other people caught up in them, but the shows were obviously popular.  The producers seemed to go out of their way to find people who’s personalities clashed, just so they would catch nasty fights on air. 

Brandy seemed inclined to want a little of that action herself, despite the damned medication, but I managed to placate her, I supposed, or the medication was enough to keep her from actually going ballistic.  In her defense, she rarely had anyway.  When she did, she really exploded, but it wasn’t exactly a habit and it was even more rare that it was directed at me. 

She was actually the only fly in the ointment once we all managed to work out a routine—of sorts.  Half the time she looked at me like she hated my guts.  It upset me and I resented it, but I kept it to myself.  There was no point, at all, in pointing out to her that I wouldn’t have been in the house if not for her.  Brandy didn’t ‘do’ guilt well and she usually managed to turn it completely around before very long at all and become the injured party.  

As tired and sore and aggravated as I was much of the time, when I finally realized that the time had flown by and we were nearing the end of the shoot it depressed me.  I’d gotten fond of the guys, really fond of them.  It didn’t matter how often I reminded myself that it was all just pretend, I still felt like they were making love to me when they kissed me and held me and stroked me like lovers.  I was going to be so miserable when it was all over and I had to go back to the real world!

Glenda surprised me by offering to feature me in another shoot.  I thought about it, but I doubted it would be the same cast and I didn’t think I wanted to do it with anyone else.  It might’ve helped me get over the blues about separating from the guys, but I didn’t want to take the chance that I might end up with a cast I didn’t like or, almost worse, wind up with guys I liked as well.  I doubted that was possible.  I was really, really fond of them, but I didn’t want to take the chance.  When I asked Glenda if it would be with the same cast, or some of the same, she stared at me in a way that made me sorry I’d asked and finally said nothing was settled. 

I thanked her for the offer and told her I’d have to think about it instead of telling her I wasn’t interested.  I knew I was going to have to look for another job, though, and decent jobs weren’t easy to find.  I might have to take it whether I wanted to or not.

Brandy was so pleased that Glenda had offered her a similar deal, and gloating about it, that I decided not to tell her Glenda had tried to hire me, too.  If it made her feel good to think she was ‘special’ and I wasn’t, it didn’t hurt me to let her think it.  She wasn’t happy much, or for very long.  It was a little thing, keeping my mouth shut, just to make her happy.  She was so enthusiastic about her career as a porn star, it didn’t seem right to burst her bubble.

Despite my preoccupation with my own misery, I realized I wasn’t the only one that was on edge about the finish of the shoot.  It seemed the closer we came, the more tense everyone was.  The last week was almost a frenzy of activity.  Everyone worked long hours trying to squeeze in as much material as possible.  They shot at least three more fight scenes that I knew of and I suspected there’d been a couple I wasn’t aware of because the guys tended to be sullen in the mornings, glaring daggers at each other.  The time we spent on the formal shoots tripled.  We did retakes, and then sometimes they would stop and argue and want to try a different position altogether.  We were also doing at least one ménage a night.  The guys got to arguing so heatedly about who was taking which end that I finally told them I didn’t see why we couldn’t do a sandwich again.

The suggestion not only ended the argument, everyone turned to stare at me as if I’d lost my mind.

“You can’t handle a sandwich!” Gabe growled at me.  

I flinched but held my ground.  “I can.  I did before.”

“And you were out of commission for a solid week!” Gabe snapped.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?” I said reasonably.  “Tomorrow’s the last day anyway.”

They went back to staring at me.  After a few minutes, they glanced around at each other and then stared at the wall, or floor—anywhere except at me.

Gabe swallowed a little convulsively.  “Nobody wants to take a chance on hurting you, baby.  We aren’t worried about the damned shoot!”

That warmed me.  I almost felt like crying.  “That is so sweet!” I said, glancing around at all of them.  “I really think it’ll be alright, though.  It wasn’t that bad, anyway.  And … I want to.  It’s our last night.  We want to make it good, don’t we?”

Something flickered in Gabe’s eyes that I couldn’t quite interpret.  He cleared his throat.  “If you’re sure you want to,” he said finally.

“I’m sure.”

“We can try it on our sides,” Basil said after a few uncomfortable moments.  “We can’t get the depth of penetration that way.”

“It isn’t the depth I’m worried about!” Gabe snapped.  “She’s too small!  Or we’re too big—whichever way you want to put it!”

The men glanced at each other. 

Hunter grinned abruptly.  “Ok—dick contest.  Jack them up and lay them out gentlemen.  Whoever has the shortest, thinnest straw wins.”

I couldn’t help but grin back at him, remembering the tale he’d told me before.  At the same time, I wasn’t particularly happy about the way they’d chosen to resolve it.  I wanted a ménage with ‘my’ guys, the ones I’d come to think of as mine, anyway, and I was pretty sure none of them was going to win this particular contest.  I smiled at Scott and David when it was decided, trying to tease them out of their ill humor for winning a contest they hadn’t actually wanted to win.  Honestly!  As if they had anything to worry about!   Granted, theirs was closer to what I thought of as ‘normal’ but they were a sight better endowed than ‘average’. 

Anyway, it wasn’t as if I was crazy about my guys because they were all hung like horses.  I liked them.  They turned me on.  I would’ve been completely satisfied if they’d been average.  They would probably have been more satisfied with me if they were average, I thought glumly.  I’d overheard several muttered complaints about having to hose down with lubricant.   Nobody had said anything about not being able to use their whole cock, but I knew none of them were any happier about it than I would’ve been if they weren’t long enough to hit my g-spot.  It was hard to scratch an itch if you couldn’t get the right spot.  “If you’re going to look that glum about being my sandwich, maybe I should pick two other pieces of white bread?  Who wants front and who wants back?”

“David gets back,” Gabe growled, daring anybody to challenge him.

I settled on my side.  “Can I do the oilrig next?”

Gabe relaxed fractionally.  “We’ll see.”

“I want to draw straws,” I said playfully.  “You can all lay them out for me and I’ll pick two.”

The guys glanced at one another and managed a chuckle or at least a halfhearted grin. 

Except Gabe the grump.  His expression lightened, though, and I almost thought I saw the faintest twitch of a smile.

Dismissing it when we got down to business, I closed my eyes once I was positioned.  Scott and David apparently decided I didn’t look aroused enough.  They each took a breast to fondle and suck on until my breasts were flushed and my nipples as hard as diamonds.  Scott slid a hand down my belly to check to make sure my genitals were also flushed and swollen. 

I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t thought I was ready when he checked.  I felt ready, excited despite my initial disappointment about my partners, because I really had enjoyed the ménage I’d had before.  It wasn’t that the partners chosen for me were lacking in any way.  I thought they were good looking and I liked them.  Brandy had staked a claim on them, though, and I’d never been completely comfortable about that, regardless of the fact that nobody considered that a fact but Brandy.  The anxiety of the possibility of another confrontation with Brandy over them was enough to turn me off. 

Fortunately, there was plenty of lubrication and I was aroused enough by the knowledge that Gabe, Basil, Hunter, and Shaun were watching me that I didn’t think I’d have any trouble enjoying my work.

Of course, it wasn’t necessary to anyone but me for me to enjoy it.  The viewers weren’t going to see me come and I could’ve faked an orgasm.

I didn’t have to.  It felt almost as good as it had the first time.  I thought it would’ve been as good except for the position, which was really challenging when it came to humping and pumping, and, as Basil had pointed out, it was pretty hard for them to manage a really deep penetration.  I still had the same fabulous sensation I’d had before, though, of feeling my g-spot thumped from both sides and I had the ‘double-whammy’ climax that was hard enough I almost sounded like Brandy howling. 

They must have enjoyed it as much as I did, because I felt it when both of them began to come and they both ignored it, pumping faster instead of pulling out for the come shot.  Even when someone bellowed ‘come shot’ they kept going for several strokes before they pulled out and I knew they’d spilled most of it inside me.

Evidently, Gabe did, too.  “God damn it!  What is it with you guys?  We’ve been doing this for weeks and you still can’t remember we have to have a come shot?”  He looked disgusted.  Scott and David tried to look repentant as they cleaned me up.

“Alright!  We’ll do the other three-way.”  He stared at me hard.  “You still want to draw straws?”

Chapter Fourteen

I’d been kidding about drawing straws, but I discovered my big mouth had pushed me into a corner I didn’t like—having to choose.  Gabe rescued me. 

“Alright, the only way to do this fairly is to blindfold her.”

Intrigued, and relieved, I sat on the bed on my knees while Hunter put a blindfold on me.  Taking my hands once he was sure I couldn’t peek beneath it, he guided me to the edge of the bed, waited until I was balanced and climbed down to join the others. 

“Ok, pick two.”

Smiling a little nervously, I lifted my hands and groped blindly.  I heard a couple of chuckles.  “You’re going to have to reach down a little lower.”

I felt like I was playing blind man’s bluff.  “Am I close?”  I asked shifting forward a little.  My hand finally connected with a belly.  I followed it down to the protruding cock and from the root to the tip, deliberately teasing.  Finally, I closed my left hand around it and groped with my right until I finally managed to touch a chest. I stroked my hand back and forth as if I could tell what body part I’d found and finally slipped my hand down and closed it around the second cock.

I’d hoped I could actually tell.  I thought I should’ve been familiar enough by that time to tell them apart, but no such luck.  Someone stopped me when I reached up to pull the blindfold off. 

“Nope!  You have to keep the blindfold on,” Hunter said cheerfully.

Frowning slightly I held my hands out until somebody grabbed them and helped me get into position.  I’d begun to suspect they were playing some kind of trick on me and I couldn’t decide whether I liked it or not.  A little relieved when I felt the two I’d picked move into position, I listened intently, wondering if I could get a clue of who my partners were. 

They were oddly quiet and I again felt a tingling of anxiety.  That vanished when I felt the man behind me stroking his finger along my cleft.  He stroked my clit until it was flushed and then repositioned my legs.  Whoever was sitting in front of me gathered my hair up and moved it to one shoulder.  I began to suspect then that it was Shaun.  I wasn’t sure, but he’d done that before.

Of course my long hair was often in the way and Scott had done something similar when I’d done the three-way with him and Daniel.  I knew it couldn’t be Scott, though.  Maybe Hunter?

I stopped trying to figure it out when I felt penetration, trying to brace myself.  There were a couple snickers when the one behind me shoved me so hard I sprawled in the lap of the guy in front of me. 

“Just stay there.  Hold her shoulders and brace her for him.”

That was Gabe’s voice but it wasn’t coming from behind me or in front of me.  Disappointment wafted through me, but it was hard to focus on it with the shoving and grunting going on behind me.  He pushed my knees so far apart, the back end almost collapsed, too, but then jerked me up when he discovered I was too low.  I felt so stretched to my limits by the time he’d completely seated himself I had to wonder if it was Hunter behind me. 

“Alright, set—Nicole, it’s in front of you.”

There was a thread of laughter in his voice as I pushed myself up and began groping for the cock.  My front man slapped me on the cheek with it a couple of times.  I grabbed it and managed after nibbling all over it with my lips to find the end I was supposed to stick in my mouth.  There were a couple more chuckles and then everything went silent as the guy behind me slowly pulled out and then pushed in again.  I settled to my task, trying to decide as I sucked on him if I knew that taste.  I did, but I still couldn’t put a face with it. 

I decided it didn’t matter—it was one of them—and I found the double penetration wildly exciting.  We managed to get a comfortable rhythm going.  I felt my heat index rising rapidly toward the peak.  I groaned around the cock in my mouth as I hit it, shuddering all over, feeling a wave of darkness wash over me as I shot to the top and began to come down. 

“Hold on a second.”

Surprised when I felt the guy behind me pull out, I stopped working the cock in my mouth and turned my head.  I couldn’t see, of course, but it was instinct to try to find out what was going on.  He was back in a moment, pushing inside me as slowly as the first time.  The guy in front of me shifted away just about the time I was going to put him in my mouth again.  I waited until he took my hand and guided it around his cock and then covered the head with my mouth as the guy behind began to pump slowly.  Again, we built the momentum until we had caught the rhythm to work together.  To my surprise and gratification, I felt myself climbing toward another peak.  When I hit it, it was harder than the first time.  It was all I could do to keep my balance.  I sucked feverishly at the cock in my mouth and was rewarded after a few moments by that telltale jerk of imminent explosion.  The guy behind me hit his peak at almost the same time.

Someone bellowed ‘come shot’.  They jerked out of me at the same time.  When I tumbled to the bed, I felt hot jets of semen spatter on both ends.  Clamping my lips together when I felt a glob hit me on the face, I reached up to pull the blindfold off, blinking.

I discovered Shaun, Gabe, Hunter, and Basil were all on their knees around me, their cocks still in their hands.  I gaped at them.  Slowly it dawned on me what they’d done, why we’d stopped in the ‘middle’ and then started over.  I’d changed partners!  I looked down at the come they’d sprayed me down with and chuckled.  I was horrified that they’d showered me with it.  I don’t know why I laughed.   

Ok, so I’d come twice myself and I’d had sex with all four of them and I was in too good of a mood to be pissed off.   

The four of them grinned. 

“Come shot!” Hunter called.

“Come bath!” I retorted ruefully.  “Ha!  Ha!  Very funny!  I’ve got it in my hair!”

“Clean up!” Gabe said, chuckling.

I fought them off when they started rubbing it all over me instead of wiping it off.  “It’s good for the skin,” Shaun assured me, his eyes gleaming.

Shaking my head at them, I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to bathe and wash my hair.  Discovering when I got out again that someone had left the pump spray bottle of fake come on the table by the bed, I grabbed it and got even with them by chasing them around the room squirting them with it.  They had ‘come’ dripping from their hair and down their faces, but they laughed good naturedly about it before heading into the bathroom to clean up.

I was contrite when I discovered I’d used most of the bottle, but Gabe only shrugged and grinned.   “I think we got enough come in the last shot.”

We had a hard time getting serious again for the last shoot—a solo with David since I’d had sex with all the others.  I was almost sorry we’d had so much fun.  By the time we finished the last shoot it was so late I realized it wasn’t likely that Gabe or anyone else would come in once everyone had gone to their rooms. 

It occurred to me as I lay staring into the dark and wakeful that it probably hadn’t made any difference at all.  Today was really the last day.  We weren’t leaving until late the next day, but, to all intents and purposes, we’d already wrapped.  Why would Gabe—any of them—need to check out a possible position to use in the show?

Deciding after a while that I was too tense to sleep, I got up and headed into the bathroom for a long, hot soak.  I’d cleaned up after the last shoot, but I’d decided against another shower. 

The hot water relaxed me and I’d poured a small dollop of my favorite bath scent in to help soothe me.  I’d felt tired but tense when I went in.  By the time I got out, I was just tired and depressed. 

I checked in the doorway when I discovered a very large male form sprawled in my bed.  My heart slammed against my chest wall in a surge of gladness when I realized it was Gabe. 

He’d come after all!  I was tempted to race across the room and fling myself at him.  Instead, I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and moved slowly to the bed. Dropping the towel to the floor when I reached it, I climbed on the mattress and crawled toward him.  His arms folded behind his head, he watched me, but he didn’t reach for me.  He didn’t say anything, give me any explanation or make up an excuse for why he was in my bed. 

I thought—hoped—I knew.  After studying him for a long moment, I climbed over his torso and settled on his belly.  Leaning toward him, I braced my palms on either side of him and lowered myself until I could rub my cheek along his.  I was almost sorry I’d used the rose scented bath oil.  The fragrance surrounded us, made it hard for me to detect his scent, and I loved the way he smelled almost as much as I loved the way he tasted.  Rolling my forehead along his cheek, I strung a row of nibbling kisses along his hard jaw, his squared chin, nipped at the cleft there and explored his other cheek before I used my lips to find my way to his.

He released a pent up breath when I found his mouth, moving for the first time, bringing his arms down to thread his fingers in my hair and draw me close for a deep kiss.  I lingered, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine, absorbing his breath into me, drinking in his taste until I was drunk with his essence. 

Breaking the kiss finally, I moved lower in my exploration, sucking at his throat and filling my palms and fingertips with the feel of his flesh even as I explored him with my lips, sucking little love bites on every patch that intrigued me.  My awareness focused on the sheer mass of the man as I sought to explore him, the breadth of his chest, the size of his arms.  I felt like a peanut sprawled on top of him.  It felt like having wall-to-wall man meat beneath me and it was all good, glorious.  I explored his entire torso, pushing myself back along his thighs, teasing his lower belly for a few moments before I took his erection into my hands and my mouth. 

I would’ve known this cock if I’d had it in my mouth earlier, I thought, enjoying the taste of him as I sucked the knob of flesh at the end.  I caressed him there until he’d grasped my head, began to lift to meet me, until I could hear his breath grow ragged. 

It was no part of my plan to let him come anywhere but inside of me, though.  I teased him until I could feel his impatience in his movements and finally sat up, rising onto my knees until I could fit the head of his cock inside me.

My fantasy flat-lined.  I’d been entertaining visions of mounting him and riding him until we both came, fighting him if I had to to get him to come inside of me.  I struggled for several minutes anyway, trying to impale myself on him.  He grabbed me around the waist abruptly and tumbled me onto my back.  “My turn,” he murmured huskily. 

He tormented me mercilessly, caressing, fondling, kissing, biting, sucking at me all over until I was a mindless mass of quivering flesh and had begun to beg him to come inside of me.  He shoved a hand beneath the pillow where he’d been laying, dragged out a tube and slicked himself down while I was still thrashing restlessly with need beneath him. 

I almost came the moment he began to drive into me.  I managed to stave it off until he’d given me at least three deep thrusts.  I gasped, arching, shaking as I was carried away and then disappointment began to gather.  I’d come too fast!

Damn it!

He seemed unfazed, but then he hadn’t come.

Damn it!  So much for coming together!

I discovered after a few moments that I was rising toward another peak, though.  The spiral around his cock did things to my g-spot, to my entire channel, that drove me wild.  I clung to him for a few moments and then clutched at him, trying to reach his buttocks and grab two handfuls.  Discovering I couldn’t, I lifted my legs and locked them around him when I felt him begin to shudder with imminent release.  The change in position set off fresh quakes inside me.  I gasped, groaned, clung to him frantically while the convulsions rocked me.  He began to climax just as I topped out.  The heated tide of his semen washing over my womb was pure ecstasy. 

Releasing a heavy breath laden with supreme satisfaction, I let myself go limp and splayed on the bed beneath him.  He ceased to shudder after a few moments and began to sink into me, compressing me into the bed until I began to struggle for each breath. 

I had to suppose the grunts of effort as I tried to suck air in finally alerted him to the fact that I was nearing suffocation.  I didn’t want to complain.  He rolled, carrying me with him.  Relieved, I settled limply over him and drifted away—completely. 

I was alone when I woke and vastly disappointed to discover it even though I hadn’t really expected anything else.  Almost as soon as I woke, I felt tension begin to build inside me.  Last day, I kept thinking as I performed my morning ritual.  For the first time, I went through my wardrobe actually searching for something I thought was becoming.

As if they’d notice!             

Everything I had hung out of everything they’d given me.  About the only thing I might do that would attract attention, I thought glumly, would be to cover it up for a change.  I didn’t doubt they were tired of looking at them by this time. 

I finally settled on a matching emerald green bustier and thong.

Everyone, including Brandy, seemed in good spirits when I reached the dining room.  Smiling a good morning despite the depression riding me, I headed into the kitchen with the intention of outdoing myself.  I discovered I was doomed to disappointment and they were going to miss out on the glorious breakfast I’d planned.  There was a box of pastries and a pot of coffee and the fridge was pretty well vacant. 

Sighing, I got milk and a Danish and headed in to join everyone. 

The guys were discussing their next project, which only depressed me more, but it was hard to stay down listening to their enthusiasm.  I realized after a few minutes that the project under discussion was one that Gabe, Shaun, Hunter, and Basil would be working on together—an animated feature movie.  I was a little surprised, but intrigued, particularly when I discovered it would be an adult film and that they’d be generating life-like animation. 

They were a little uneasy about their market, but Gabe pointed out cult classics and it dawned on me that I couldn’t actually recall one that hadn’t become a cult classic.  Of course, that might just mean that the others had bombed so badly that I’d never heard of them, but I wasn’t about to point that out.  I didn’t believe for a minute they could possibly produce a bomb anyway. 

The discussion shifted after a little while to Brandy and ‘her’ guys next project.  It was the first I’d heard that they would be working together again, but I didn’t have any trouble being equally enthusiastic about their next project.

“What are you going to do?” Gabe asked during a lull.

I stared at him blankly, feeling my face begin to heat.  “Actually, I don’t know yet.”

“You could always talk to Glenda about the project we’ll be working on,” David said.

I smiled at him, flicking an uneasy glance at Brandy.  “Maybe.”

The day turned out to be something of a disappointment to me.  Everybody was more focused on leaving than pandering for the cameras. 

Gabe gave me back the clothes I’d arrived in after breakfast.  I tried to act happy to get them back.  I don’t know how well I succeeded, but I left and headed upstairs immediately to change. 

For me, most of the day was just waiting.  I spent some time with the others in the parlor, but after a while I wandered outside to explore.  It was actually something of a jolt to walk outside after so long, but I decided it was something I needed, the first step toward returning physically and emotionally to the real world. 

The backyard was a pleasant surprise.  Whoever owned the house had designed extensive gardens, walkways and even little water gardens and reflecting pools.  It looked well tended, which was a surprise, as well.  I hadn’t noticed gardeners coming and going, but, upon closer examination, I realized it had been very carefully planned, indeed.  All of the beds had plastic sheeting under the mulch to keep weeds down and hold in moisture for the plants and there was an automatic drip-feed watering system. 

As beautiful as it was, it was clearly a very low maintenance garden, meant for enjoyment not constant labor.  I settled on a shady bench after I’d thoroughly explored the gardens and reflected on my situation, trying to decide what I wanted to do. 

I didn’t suppose it would be a good idea to even ask to go back to the job I’d had with Glenda.  I’d already resolved I needed space from my sister.  I loved her, but, try as I might, it was hard to like her most of the time.  Besides, Gabe was right.  It really wasn’t a good idea to spend a lot of time around her when she had emotional problems and seemed to consider me a threat.  I didn’t know why it was that Brandy was jealous of me, but she was, and it wasn’t good for either of us for me to aggravate that.  I not only didn’t want to get hurt, or worse.  I didn’t want to be the cause of bad things happening to Brandy. 

So where did that leave me? 

Job hunting. 

That was really depressing.  I hated job hunting.  I would put up with almost anything to keep from having to look for one.  I always felt like a beggar when I had to interview and I hated feeling like a beggar.

The sound of a car arriving finally pulled me from my glum thoughts.  Feeling my belly tighten with nerves, certain it must be Glenda come to collect us and haul us away, I took a few moments to collect myself before I headed in.

I discovered a party atmosphere when I went in.  Glenda had arrived with caterers and booze and party favors.  I had mixed feelings about staying to party and then leaving.  As if I wasn’t depressed enough! 

I joined the party, though, feeling a huge lift in my spirits when the caterers had unloaded and left and she announced that their venture was a resounding success.  The men were smiling broadly, congratulating each other.  Gabe popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and began pouring and passing out glasses.  Brandy was hugging everyone and laughing as if she’d just won the lottery and even the wicked witch, Glenda was grinning from ear to ear and dispensing hugs and kisses.