“What about it?”
Connie shrugged like I should understand what she meant. “All the girls you use in your films. They all look so young. The actresses you have here today – not one of them looks over twenty-two years old – and I imagine that’s the same in all your other movies as well, right?”
I nodded. “If you are asking me whether an actress needs to be young and pretty to appear in my movies, then the answer is yes,” I said. “That doesn’t mean that there aren’t plenty of women in their thirties, forties and even fifties who still do porn. Some of the mature women do very well for themselves – they started out in the industry as pretty young things and have forged successful careers appealing to different audiences and different fetishes as they matured. Surely you’ve heard of a MILF?”
Connie nodded carefully. “I’ve heard the expression…”
“It stands for ‘mother I’d like to fuck’. It’s a whole sub-genre of the industry that has become huge.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I frowned.
“Have you ever had sex with an older woman?” Connie asked. She arched an eyebrow and made her eyes wide so her expression was artless – or maybe a challenge. “Or do you just have sex with the pretty young ones?”
I thought for a moment, then titled my head and smiled mischievously. “Connie, is that an invitation?” I lowered my voice and ran my eye with speculative appreciation over the journalist’s body, starting at the firm press of her breasts beneath the crisp starched blouse and finishing at her feet, thrust into high heel pumps. When my gaze returned to her face, I saw she was smiling back at me, but it was a frigid little thing without any trace of humor.
“It was a question,” she said. “Just a question. It’s what we journalists do. We ask a lot of them.”
I sniffed at the whiskey and downed it like it was medicine. “Too bad,” I shrugged. “You look like you would enjoy a good fuck. It looks like you have a sexy body going to waste.” I paused, studying the effect of my words. I saw the storm clouds of Connie’s anger gathering in her expression. “There are plenty of empty bedrooms here, and I have an hour or two to spare before I film the next scene. Why don’t we go and spend that time together – naked.”
Connie sneered, then shook her head so that her long dark hair broke and shimmered across her shoulders in a cascade. She glanced away for an instant, as though my gaze unnerved her.
“You’re not my type,” she said, but I sensed her sudden breathlessness, and there was emotion in her voice, like maybe she was flattered or suddenly made very nervous.
“Really?” I asked, bemused. I took another sip of whiskey and studied Connie over the rim of the glass. “Then tell me what exactly is your type?”
Connie stood up. She folded her arms, shifting her weight so that her hip swayed to one side, emphasizing the narrowness of her waist and the press of her thigh against the fabric of her skirt. She stared at me and there was an unsettled flutter behind her eyes. She lifted her chin an inch in an attempted gesture of confidence and composure.
“Older,” she said, her voice lower and huskier than I had heard it before. “And wiser.”
I made a face like I wasn’t convinced. “No one needs to know.”
She shook her head again, as though the notion was so outrageous she was horrified. “You’re eight years younger than me,” she explained. “I’m not some kind of a cougar or… or one of your MILFS. I don’t date younger men.”
“Date?” I frowned. “Connie, I never suggested we date. I suggested we fuck. I suggested we go into the bedroom and lose ourselves in each other’s bodies for an hour – a mindless surrender to lust and passion with no consequences – no remorse or regrets. No strings attached. Just raw, primal sex. You and me – with no one ever to know.”
Connie looked stunned, as if all of the air had been driven from her lungs. She stared at me, her face becoming pale, but her breathing becoming hectic. “I would know,” she said softly.
“And so would I,” I admitted. “I would have the memory, and so would you. But if you don’t say yes, all you will have then is regret.”
“And my self respect,” she said pointedly. She smiled, but it was an unconvincing smile and she didn’t try to hold it.
“I’m disappointed,” I gave her my sad face. “I wanted to fuck you.” I smiled again, relaxed and unruffled, almost as though I was enjoying myself.
“You want to corrupt me,” she said. “And besides, I am in a relationship. I told you that and I would never do anything – ”
“Bullshit,” I cut her off. “Robert doesn’t even exist.”
Connie said nothing for a very long time, and when she did speak, her voice was soft and lacking conviction. “Yes, he does.”
“No, he doesn’t. You told me that story because you wanted to protect yourself from me… or maybe you didn’t think you could trust yourself with me. Either way, your romance is pure fantasy.”
Connie lowered her eyes and there was long, heavy silence. Her voice changed completely, it was bleak and flat, lacking any timber or resonance. “How did you know?”
I shrugged. “I just knew. I have spent a decade dealing with liars, con-men and fast-buck artists in the porn industry. They are the best bullshitters in the world, and when you spend that much time listening to liars, it’s pretty easy to pick a bad one… and you’re a bad one.”
Chapter 10.
A catering van arrived with platters of food, and the cast and crew drifted out of the bedrooms in various states of undress.
I was hungry. I picked up a sandwich and eyed it suspiciously.
“What have you brought us?” I asked a thin young man in a grey uniform.
“Chef’s specialties, the guy said vaguely. “An assortment of delicious local ingredients and produce all on fresh baked bread.” He sounded like a walking talking menu.
I took the top off my sandwich and examined the filling. There was some kind of brown stuff, pureed until it was completely unrecognizable. It might have been meat – or wood. I couldn’t tell. I tasted it and I still couldn’t tell.
The caterers were paid, and then fled from the house like a gang of bandits on a smash-and-grab raid.
I threw the half-eaten sandwich into the trash bin and then beckoned Lily over to me. She was naked, and there were fading red smudges from fingers all over her thighs and arms. She came and stood close beside me, her eyes huge and intense.
I sensed Connie hovering somewhere behind me like a soft shadow.
“We’re going to film your scene straight after lunch,” I told Lily.
“But before we work together I want to spend some time getting to know you. What I plan is for you and two of the other girls to be sunbathing beside the pool. I will come up out of the water and I’ll get the two other actresses to kind of hold you down like you’re some kind of a reluctant sacrifice for a few minutes. Then we’ll do some fucking while the other two girls occupy themselves, and then come to join in the action. Okay?”
Lily nodded, staring at me with a slight scowl of concentration like she was taking it all in. “That sounds fab.” She sounded breathless.
I smiled. “Well it’s not the ‘The Godfather’,” I shrugged, “but then witty dialogue and complex plots aren’t the kind of thing you find in porn.”
The girl nodded. I doubted if she’d ever even heard of ‘The Godfather’, let alone understood a word I had said about dialogue and plots. But she did have a great pair of tits.
“I’ve… I’ve never had anyone as big as you,” Lily said softly and a little frown of concern creased her face. “Will you be gentle?”
“As a lamb,” I said and then shook my head. “Don’t worry about any of that. We will spend ten minutes together in the bedroom before we start to film. Just to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“That would be fab!” she said again. The kid had a limited vocabulary, but she really did have a great pair of tits.
/> “Now tell me about yourself,” I asked. “What made you decide to get involved in this industry?”
She shrugged her shoulders, which made those magnificent pneumatic breasts move enticingly. “Johnny introduced me to the industry,” she said in a bright cheerful voice. “I was learning to be a hairdresser. One day, Johnny came in for a haircut, and we just started talking. The next thing I know, he invited me to appear in one of his films.”
“Johnny? You mean John Bellamy?”
Lily nodded.
“And you just turned up on a film set one day and started in porn?”
Lily nodded again, but this time she smiled as well. “The first scene I did was a gang-bang with four guys,” she said. “Johnny thought it was best if I dived right in,” she giggled.
I smiled. “Hooray for Johnny,” I said with dry sarcasm. “What a guy – always a gentleman, and always thinking of others first.”
“He likes it when I call him big daddy,” Lily leaned close and confided in a whisper.
I turned my head, glanced at Connie with revolting dismay. My lip was curled into a distasteful sneer, my eyes wide and startled. Connie’s expression mirrored my own. I dropped my voice so that she alone could hear. “And you think I’m a creep,” I whispered.
“You are a creep,” she whispered back tartly but there was a smile on the end of her lips. Just a very little one.
I turned back to Lily. “Do you miss hairdressing?”
She shook her head, and I swear I heard something inside that big empty space rattle.
“Not at all,” Lily piped softly. “I love doing porn movies,” she enthused. “I want to be a star. That’s why Johnny sent me to you,” she clutched at my arm and drew herself closer. She looked up into my face with misguided adoration. “You’re the biggest name in the whole porn world, Rick Cassidy. Johnny told me that if I fuck you, it could make my career.” She did a jiggly, bouncy thing on her tiptoes, which I interpreted as being enthusiasm.
Her breasts were rubbing against my chest, and I could feel the hard stub of her nipples through the fabric of my shirt. They moved like they had a life of their own. She was flirting with me.
“Are you an L.A. girl?” I looked down into her eyes.
Lily shook her head again. “I’m from New Jersey originally,” she said. “I moved to Los Angeles with my mother about four years ago.”
“You like it here?”
“Sure,” Lily smiled. She had very white teeth – made whiter by the flawlessness of her summer tan. “What’s not to like?”
I made a face. “A lot of people like New Jersey,” I said.
Lily’s face became a pout. “Not me,” she said. “Not after…” She stopped. It was a painful memory. “… My father was killed in a car accident. He got caught up in the middle of a police chase. The guy had robbed a convenience store. He crashed into my father’s car as he was driving home from work. After… after everything, my mom decided we needed a fresh start.”
“And she chose to bring you to L.A.?”
Lily’s face brightened, and I got the feeling she wasn’t the kind of deep thinker who would dwell on something like sadness for very long. She nodded. “Mom’s moving back to New Jersey in the winter,” she said. “She misses family.”
“But you’re not, right?”
“Right,” she smiled. “I’m staying here.”
“To make a name for yourself in porn?”
“Uhuh,” Lily’s eyes became wider. Her hand drifted up my arm and I could feel the press of her fingers through my shirt like she was massaging my bicep. “Johnny thinks I have what it takes.”
I smiled thinly. “What about your mother?”
Lily furrowed her brow. “What about her?”
“Does she know you are making porn films?”
Lily shook her head. “I don’t live with her anymore,” she said. “I live with Johnny.” She brightened suddenly. “He bought me a car and a horse!”
“Of course he did,” I muttered dryly. I disentangled myself from the girl, and stole a glance over my shoulder where the big clock was ticking away the afternoon. “I want to shoot this scene in an hour,” I said. “So why don’t you grab yourself a bite to eat and then meet me in the main bedroom in about twenty minutes time. We’ll make sure tab ‘A’ fits into slot ‘B’ before the cameras start rolling.”
“That would be fab!” Lily giggled and jiggled.
Chapter 11.
I left Connie hovering over a platter of sandwiches and drifted down the hallway into the main bedroom. Lily was lying naked on the bed, waiting for me. She looked sensational. The contrast of her brown skin set against the crisp white sheets took my breath away.
“We only have ten or so minutes,” I explained. “I just want to make sure you’re going to be comfortable, Lily. I don’t want to get on set and have you screaming before I want you to scream,” I smiled.
Lily nodded. “I’ve been fingering myself while I was waiting for you,” she said. “I’m pretty wet down there. And kind of tingly.”
I went to the edge of the bed. I unfastened my jeans, drew down the zipper. My cock sprang out, half-hard. Lily sat upright on the bed with a look of awe and wonder on her face, as though maybe she’d seen a UFO.
“God,” she whispered. “It’s not natural.”
She reached out tentatively and touched my shaft with the tip of one finger. She giggled. “It’s so big, and it’s getting even bigger.”
She tried to wrap her hand around me, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the tip of me between her lips. She danced her fingers along my length like she was playing a trumpet. I felt my erection thicken. My body clenched my shaft pulsed and leapt.
Lily stopped giggling. Her eyes became big and serious. She gulped the first few inches of me into her mouth and held me there with a frown of concentration on her brow.
I reached down and drew my hand from her shoulder, down across her breasts. Lily was making grunting gasping sounds. She eased my cock from her mouth and swirled her tongue around the swollen end of me.
“That will do,” I said. “Let’s try you on your hands and knees first.” I saw the waver of doubt in her eyes, the slight twist of her mouth. She nodded.
Lily knelt on the bed and braced herself with her knees wide apart. She collapsed her arms so that her head was lowered, her face pressed against the pillow. I positioned myself behind her and set the end of my cock against the flared glistening lips of her sex.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promised, and then eased just the first couple of inches of myself inside the tight gripping depths of the girl’s body.
“Ooooh,” Lily gasped. She started breathing in short ragged pants and I felt her undulate her hips as though to accommodate me. I saw her hands clench into fists. “You’re so big,” she groaned.
I leaned into her carefully, until half my length had disappeared into her pussy. Lily sucked in a sudden hiss of breath and there was a moment where I felt her body seize and then spasm. She hoisted herself up onto her arms, and turned her head to glance over her shoulder at me. There was hectic color splashed across her face and her lips were drawn back into a grimace of pain and pleasure. “Is that it? Are you all the way in?”
I shook my head. “Just a little further,” I said.
She nodded and then bit her bottom lip. “Give it to me.”
I gripped Lily’s hips, splayed my fingers wide to hold her body still and slid myself all the way inside her pussy.
Lily started to shudder. Her arms trembled, and the color seemed to drain away from her face. Her mouth fell wide open, and her eyes rolled up. She started shaking her head from side to side, long blonde hair swishing across her back. “Fuck!” she sobbed.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Lily nodded. She began to rock and sway her body gently from side to side. I held myself still within her until she groaned and then seemed to turn to jelly. Suddenly the tension went from her. I drew myself back and
then drove forward again.
“Are you okay?” I asked again.
Lily nodded.
Slowly, we worked our bodies into a gentle rhythm until Lily stopped gasping for breath and started moaning with pleasure. My shaft was slick and glistening with the juices from her pussy, sliding deep inside her and being gripped in the vice-like tightness of her body.
“Are you still okay?”
“Yes,” Lily said breathlessly. I nodded, and then stepped back from her.
Lily collapsed on the bed, legs wide apart, arms splayed across the mattress so that she looked like she’d fallen from a tall building and hit a pavement. I pulled on my jeans and sat on the edge of the bed. Lily turned her head to look at me.
“Fuck…” she said again.
I brushed a loose tendril of golden hair away from her forehead with a tender touch. “Do you still want to film this scene with me?” I asked.
Lily made a brave little face and nodded. “That would be fab,” she whispered.
Chapter 12.
It was two o’clock before we were ready for filming. Getting the three girls organized was like herding cats – they wandered from room to room without any sense of urgency until I started shouting. Then things happened quickly.
I assembled everyone involved in the scene outside by the pool, with Connie standing discreetly in the background. Victor, Roland and the two girls they had performed with that morning had disappeared into the city, so the house had an almost abandoned feel to it.
“Okay, this is how it’s going to go down,” I clapped my hands to get everyone’s attention. “Kate and Kelly, I need you two girls to work with Lily on this scene. She doesn’t have a lot of experience, and so I need you girls to make her look good.”
The two actresses were experienced. I had worked with Kate several times back when I was performing in films for other people. Kelly was one of my regular actresses who I had first met in Prague. We had filmed a couple of scenes together in the last twelve months, and she had flown out from Europe for this shoot with the other girls.