My Sordid Life

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TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-TWO

I called the airlines to schedule a flight out to LA. Suzanne said a bunch of the old crew at the studio were hoping to have some sort of a reunion and that I should come. I could stay with her and Vic.

The actors and the tech people had formed a close, and not surprising intimate, relationship with each other over the years. The same outfit made many films together, with little input from outside the group. Most of us had gone in different directions after the studio’s demise and hadn’t seen each other in quite some time.

Vic picked me up at the airport. It was close to supper time and Suzanne had stayed home to fix dinner. Vic and I swapped stories about our daily lives to pass the time on our way back. I couldn’t help staring at how fit and trim he looked. My mind was doing flashbacks to the times that he and I had shared our bodily fluids. It made me want to jump his bones. But I promised myself that I would behave this trip even if it killed me.

An exasperated Suzanne met us at the door. It wasn’t her day in the kitchen, nothing had gone right, and supper was ruined.

“I’m sorry you went through all that trouble. It’s fine.” I said. “Look, after that long flight I’d be happy with an extremely large glass of wine, and if you have any cheese and crackers, that would be a bonus.”

“I think we can manage that. Suzy Q, go catch up with your sister and I’ll clean up for you.” Vic said.

I started laughing, I hadn’t heard ‘Suzy Q’ in years. It seems as though Vic had adopted Suzanne’s stage name as his little pet name for her. I let Suzanne know how everybody back home was doing and she told me about the movie she was involved in. There was talk of making it into a TV series and she was hopeful to be included in the casting.

“So, tell me about this reunion. Who’s all going to be there?”

“Well…” and she proceeded to name almost everybody’s name that I would recognize. I wasn’t sure that I remembered some of them.

I must’ve slept for ten hours. That cross-country flight is a killer. I did, however, wake up refreshed and ready for our big night. I showered and washed my hair and headed towards the guest room which was on the other side of the house. I forgot for a moment that I wasn’t home and had neglected to wrap the towel around anything other than my head.

“Somethings never change.” Vic said, laughing as I strutted my way between him and the TV.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turned to him, and with arms wide open said, “Remember this?”

Vic was right behind me when I got to my room. “As tempting as the thought is, do not come into this room. This could’ve been yours,” I said, pointing to my naked body, “but you chose otherwise. Besides, even if I said yes, Suzanne is bound to be back at any minute and even you can’t be that quick.”

“Well, I guess I know where your mind is. What I was going to say, is that Suzanne said to tell you to help yourself to her closet if you wanted.”

“Oh, sorry.” I said rather sheepishly.

“Anyway, I appreciate the offer.” He said.

“I’m not sure what you think you heard, but I didn’t offer anything.”

Thankfully that conversation ended as we heard the front door open, Suzanne was home.

#

Vic pulled up in front of the hotel’s convention hall door. The doorman was quick to open the car doors for us and the valet driver took the keys from Vic. We made a dashing trio as we entered the hall. Vic wore his long-tail tuxedo, Suzanne wore her wedding dress that she had one of the studio seamstresses alter for her into a stunning evening gown. I chose my favorite slutty black dress with the spaghetti straps. I filled out just a little since I last wore it. Suzanne said I had always looked fabulous in that dress, and still do, but now it looked painted on, but not in a bad way. Let’s just say that nobody will have to wonder if I have anything on under it.

The bar was a busy place, movie people are big drinkers, socially or otherwise. It was nice to see some familiar faces, a few re-introductions were necessary too. Approaching from the other end of the bar was a rather handsome fellow with shoulder length auburn hair and a neatly trimmed full beard that was almost black with a tinge of brown in the sideburns. He smiled with his eyes.

“Aren’t you…”

“Suzanne’s sister. Yes.” I answered, cutting him off before he could finish his question. In group settings like this, it’s always embarrassing to forget someone’s name. I was trying to help him out. I didn’t expect him to remember me.

“Yeah, if I remember right, you were her stand-in for her close-ups.”

“Well, I guess it’s nice to be remembered, even if it is because I was the ‘wet one’. I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time remembering you.”

“Be careful how you say ‘hard’ time around these guys.” He said with a chuckle.

I snickered. “Yes, you are right. So, just who the fuck are you? And why should I remember you.”

“Do you remember Dickie Long?” he asked.

“You’re…”

“No, no, no. No, I’m not. But I was his stand-in for a few close-ups when he couldn’t, you know, produce again so soon, and you and I did a few scenes together. You were memorable.”

“I really hate admitting that I fucked you and don’t remember you. It’s a little embarrassing.”

“That’s quite alright. If you look around this room, there are a lot of us who had sex with almost everybody else here. That’s what we did. Anyway, I didn’t have the hair and beard back then. I’m camouflaged tonight. You are not the only one trying to figure out who I am.”

“So, are you going to tell me?”

“What?”

“Your name, silly. What do I call you?”

“My name is Hunter Davis.”

“And what do you do now, Mr. Hunter Davis?”

“I am a writer. Or at least that’s what I pretend to be. I get paid for it, so I guess I can admit to it.” He said.

“Well, it’s nice to see you Mr. Hunter Davis.”

“It is nice to see you again, and may I say, that is a spectacular dress you have on.”

“Thank you, but I have to wonder, is it really the dress? Or what’s in it?” I asked, trying to determine what he meant by that.

“I truly meant that as a compliment on the dress. If you really need to know, I always admired you from a distance. I was leery about approaching you because you were the star’s sister, and I thought that you might be off limits.”

“Off limits is kind of funny since you claim that we did a few sex scenes together.”

“Yeah, but that was the job.” He said.

“Okay. Now, back to the dress, does it make me look fat? And be careful how you answer that.” I said with a big smile.

“I think that you make the dress look perfect.”

“Good answer, sir.” And it was the perfect answer. “You want to get out of here?”

“No. What I’d like to do, is to take you to dinner some night, provided you don’t have any commitments.”

“Let me get this straight. You tell me the dress is perfect, you can’t take your eyes off my nipples, I’m offering myself to you, and you want to take me to dinner. Is that right?” I found it hard to believe that I did everything but come right out and ask him to fuck, and he didn’t say yes.

He looked me up and down, and then his big brown eyes stared into mine, and he said, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. I think you are absolutely beautiful. But I don’t want to make wild passionate love to you, wake up tomorrow morning, and each of us go our separate ways. I would love to get to know you better, let you get to know me, and see what happens, if anything.”

I was humbled by what he said and could only mutter a soft, “Okay.”

“But before we move on,” I continued with a smirk, “describe to me, in detail, what you mean by ‘wild passionate love’, please.”

Hunter laughed out loud and said, “You’ll just have to wait, and see for yourself.”

#

“You know by now that shrimp and lobster dinners are this girl’s favorites. They are also the secret combination to my chastity belt. Which I might add, you have yet tried to unlock, and we’ve been on three dates so far. Do you mind if I ask you just what the hell are you waiting for?”

Hunter nervously fumbled with his wine glass and said, “Look, we both met by having sex with each other, with about fifteen other people standing around filming us. It’s hard to get past that. But, I got to like you, a lot. When the studio shut down and we both went our separate ways, I thought about you often, and wished that I had taken the chance to get to know you better. I don’t want you to think this is just about hooking up with you. I don’t want to chase you away.”

“Oh, Hunter. I’ve been with a lot of people and done a lot of things, some I’m not so proud of. If you only knew what kind of life that I’ve led, you just might run for the hills. I thought it was obvious the night of the reunion that I would’ve had sex with you that night. You were the one who said no.”

Hunter looked straight at me and said, “I think you are beautiful. I love your long dark hair, your sparkling brown eyes, and you have a great smile. I love your nipples that keep staring at me, you have fantastic legs and an amazing ass, and oh yeah, I like your brain too. I have this whole scenario played out in my head as to how this is all going to play out, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Okay, you have to stop overthinking this, whatever this is. Whatever relationship we have or don’t have will just happen. You can’t force it. You just have to ‘go with the flow’ as they say. Speaking of going, I need to go to the bathroom.” And I excused myself from the table.

I came back from the restroom and dropped my panties on Hunter’s lap. He looked up at me, and I said, “Why don’t you pay the check, the rest of me will be in the car waiting.” And I walked out of the restaurant.

We were parked in the back of the lot. It was busy when we arrived and it was as close as we could get. Most of the other patrons had left by the time we finished; our car was sitting all by itself.

It was hard to see Hunter approaching, there were no lights that far back in the lot. As he opened the driver’s side door the interior lights came on. He stopped dead about halfway in when he noticed that I had lost the rest of my clothes.

“Close the door it’s bright in here.” I said.

Hunter positioned himself in the driver seat and put the keys in the ignition. I grabbed the keys and pulled them out, and dropped them on the floor. I unbuckled his seatbelt, which he had automatically done up when he got in, and reached across his lap, releasing the seatback, at which time he became horizontal. I dove for his mouth, spreading his lips apart with my tongue, while my hand went straight for his crotch.

“In case you hadn’t noticed,” I said, “I’m naked. You need to be too.” And I unzipped his pants.

Hunter didn’t say a word and lifted his butt, sliding his pants down to his knees.

“That’s far enough.” I said and I straddled him. I grabbed his cock that was just beginning to get some life in it, and wiggled myself down on it. When I got him situated inside me, I sat there, not moving for a minute. I could feel the blood flow into his cock, making it harder by the second. It was getting fatter and longer, filling me up. This new sensation was causing me to have an instant orgasm. The wetness, I could already feel oozing out of me; Hunter was about to get soaked.

My knee was squeezed against the armrest and my head was pressed against the roof, I had to move. I hated pulling off his cock early, he obviously wasn’t done, but it was pretty cramped in the car. We needed a new position. I shimmied over to the passenger’s seat and I took him in my mouth. I didn’t come up for air until he unloaded a projectile of cum at the back of my throat. I swallowed every bit of it, not missing a drop. I, however, had one more orgasm while giving him head and I dripped all over his leather seats.

“Take me home and I’ll fix you breakfast.” I said.

“We just ate.”

“In the morning, silly. You’ll be hungry by then, ’cause you ain’t gonna sleep much tonight.” And I picked up the car keys and shoved them back in the ignition.

#

The curtains were flapping from the warm California breeze through the open window. Sunbeams danced across my face. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. I rolled over to see that Hunter was still in bed next to me. I smiled to myself when I noticed that his morning wood had pitched a tent. I pulled the sheet up over my head; I was on a mission. He was nice and stiff. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and stroked him as fast as I could, hoping to make him cum before he woke up. I was surprised when he shot me a mouthful, I wasn’t sure after last night if he would have anything left in him.

I threw the sheet back and mounted him. I wanted a quickie while he was still hard. Hunter opened his eyes just as I was about to let loose with my umpteenth orgasm of the night/morning.

I sat up and brushed the hair out of my eyes, “Good morning. You ready for those eggs yet?”

“Not just yet.” He said, and he took me by my shoulders and threw me on the bed, grabbed me by the ankles, raised my legs high in the air and thrusted into me.

“Harder, faster, harder.” I cried. Hunter responded like a madman. I had an orgasm that lasted for what felt like an eternity. My head began to spin and my vagina became numb.

Hunter rolled over and while he tried to catch his breath, whispered, “Now, eggs.”

#

“I’ll clean up the dishes. Thank you for breakfast.” He said.

“Which part of breakfast, the food or the sex?” I asked.

“I was thanking you for the food. I think by your response that I repaid you for the sex.”

“You did. I should be good for at least a couple of hours.”

“You are insatiable.” He said, shaking his head.

I wandered around the apartment while Hunter washed the breakfast dishes. I saw piles of DVDs of movies I was not familiar with. “What’s with the movies?” I yelled into him.

“That’s my work. I write reviews of the new releases. They send them to me to watch.”

“So, you’re a movie critic?”

“No, I don’t critique them. The studios hire me to write glowing reviews of their movies to entice the public to go see them. I told you I was a writer.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking of another kind of writer, like a book author, you know?”

“I have an idea for that too. I’m thinking of writing a book about the behind the scenes of the porn industry. You know, all the dirt.” He said. “What do you think?”

“Geez, I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s just an idea.”

Hunter and I spent a lot of time together. Suzanne had remarked that I was practically living at his apartment. Playing house was getting a little too serious for me, I needed to get back home to New York.

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