Chapter 4
When Annie had arrived in LA a few years earlier, she’d spoken with a thick southern drawl. Her acting teacher had recommended speech classes to get rid of it—or at the very least—tone it down. She’d suggested to Annie that she should stretch herself, increase her range and be more versatile. She’d assured her that she’d get better parts if she could lose the ‘twang’, so Annie practiced her lines with pebbles in her mouth until the teacher could understand every word. The voice training had worked and now, elegant syllables rolled off her tongue—except when she was mad—or having sex.
Like, right now.
She reached into the top drawer of her night stand and pulled out her favorite vibrator. She loved this one. Silky, smooth silicone with a slight curve. The bulbous tip was bigger than the shaft and it pulsed and massaged her G-spot like no man ever had. And the best part—the soft little rabbit sticking out the side that gently—or violently if needed—massaged her clit… sending her to utter oblivion. And right now was the perfect time to get oblivious.
She grabbed some lube and slicked it up, although she was still furious, her pussy was already swollen and ready. She giggled to herself.
Why does stress always make me wanna have sex? Is that like the fight or flight? And my only response is fight and fuck?
She lay back on the bed and her mind was still racing about Vic’s outrageous proposal. How could he? She gently traced the slick, vibrating tip across her clitoris, opening the soft lips of her pussy...
Who needs him, anyway?
She gently slid the vibrating dildo inside and pushed the pulse button. Sorry-son-of-a-bitch! Although she was still angry, she gasped as her battery-operated lover massaged her G-spot.
“Mmmm…..right there,” she mumbled in her thick, southern drawl. The vibrations gently tantalized her muscles and Annie knew she wasn’t going to last long with Mr. Rabbit.
She slowly withdrew then thrust it back inside.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
The vibrating sensations ran through her body like wildfire. She reached up with her other hand, rolled her nipple between her fingers and enjoyed the sensation of pleasing herself.
I don’t need a man!
Her orgasm quickly built up inside her. “Fuck… ahhh...” She held the dildo deep inside, pushed a button and heard it buzz louder as the rabbit titillated her clit. She jerked and trembled at the growing sensation. “Fuck!” she cried out and rolled back and forth on her bed as her climax came surprisingly fast and hard.
She screamed out loud as she exploded all over the purple dildo and held it tightly inside her jerking and shaking body.
For a moment, the lunch incident was forgotten as the rocking waves sent her completely into lala land—comforting her and lulling her in to peace.
Utter bliss.
Oblivion.
She held it there, trembling and panting until her orgasm subsided and her breathing finally steadied. She slid it out and laid there spent, with Mr. Rabbit lying quietly next to her. Best boyfriend ever…
She felt like she’d just been fucked by the most incredible lover. She shivered and exhaled then reached for her phone on the nightstand.
She texted Marti, her best friend back home in Mountain View.
Annie: didn’t get the part :( a-hole wanted a poa
Marti: im sorry, pls tell me u didn’t
Annie: no, im no ho
Marti: oh well… better luck nx time
Annie: sleepy now call u l8r
Marti: k lov u miss u
Annie: lov u 2 miss u
Annie turned off the phone and pulled the sheet up over her bare bottom. She thought about her battery-operated fuck session and how she always felt dirty afterwards. She really wasn’t sure why. She imagined someone was watching— witnessing her writhing on the bed, screaming bad words with a huge purple dildo pounding her pussy. She always felt sure something was going to end up on Twitter or Facebook.
Didn’t everybody do it?
She sighed and allowed the thoughts to fade away and willed herself to relax. Totally satiated, she rolled over and drifted off to sleep.
When Annie woke up several hours later, she noticed she’d slept through a call from the hospital in Georgia. The nurse had left a message that her Grandfather was stable, but had asked for her. She called the hospital immediately, but was told that Gramps was sleeping. She’d forgotten to factor in the three hour time difference, and it was his bedtime. “Can y’all please tell him, I love him and I’ll talk to him tomorrow?”
The nurse assured Annie she would, and she hung up, reassured that her Grandpa seemed to have pulled through his crisis. She’d hoped to tell him that she’d gotten a part in an important film. Sure, it would be a lie but there was no way she was going to share with him how her big audition had turned out. She pulled on some clothes and opened her laptop. She checked her bank balance and tried to figure out how she could make last night’s tips stretch to the end of the month.
Before long she closed it in disgust. “Damn you, Vic Rossen,” she moaned. That part should have been mine.