by Mia Masters
Maybe I could take her riding this weekend? That would be an option. She’d probably be into that, since she grew up on a ranch.
That might be better than bonding over meditation, now that I thought about it. If we bonded over meditation, then we might become almost like a student and master relationship.
That wasn’t what I wanted; I wanted it to be romantic. I just needed to get her alone somehow.
I peeked outside. Across the way, Blythe was at the doorway talking to Hex and some girl I didn’t know. She was dressed now.
I guess they were done with her today. Oh, no! Was she going to leave the lot? Hmm, probably not. She slept overnight here.
Hey, maybe that was the move. I could stay overnight in the lot and then casually walk over in the early evening to check on her. One thing leads to another and bam! Hot sex with Blythe to “get it out of our systems.”
But just in off hours or weekends, right? Nothing regular during the day.
Hold up, is it too soon?
I mean, we just had this intense thing on the set. I may be suffocating her. I don’t want to look clingy. I should wait until at least after dinner. No, I ask her to dinner or to get take-out. That could work. You know, something casual.
I tried out some different ways to ask her, rehearsing them first.
“Hey, I’m ordering from this place, how about you?”
No, that was stupid. I should write a better line than that.
“Hey, Blythe. Remember when we got tacos the other day?”
No, no, that was fucking dumb.
“Hey, I’m ordering some food. You want something?”
Yeah, that was it. That was better. We could get sashimi. That was healthy, no carbs, and it was a little high end, too. That should go over well.
But how do I keep the other guys out of the mix? Hmmm.
I’ve got it! I invite her to my trailer. Once she’s on my home turf, I’m good! I can close all the blinds. They won’t even know she’s in here!
As a precaution, I got up and closed every window and door to the outside. Once she got in here and I locked the door behind us, no one would know we were here unless we interacted with them. Perfect!
Now to look good. I put on some nice clothes and cologne. I brushed my hair, teeth and even flossed a little. I wanted to be perfect in case this went somewhere.
The minute I stepped outside to go talk to Blythe, I saw Zack sneak over to her trailer and knock. A few seconds later, he opened the door and hurried inside.
Well, that was that.
It seemed that Blythe had made her choice and now I just had to abide by it. I could do that. It was all for the best.
I knew I didn’t mean any of this crap. I was just telling it to myself so I wouldn’t be upset.
But my heart sank, no matter how much my mind tried to convince it that everything would be okay.
Chapter Thirteen
Zack
As Blythe walked off the set, we made eye contact and her robe blew open. I caught a glimpse of her soaked panties and I was just drawn to her. She clearly saw me but was embarrassed and ran ahead to her trailer. I pursued her.
“Blythe, can I come in?” I asked, knocking.
I heard a response, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Entering her trailer, I found her walking towards the door.
“Oh, forget it, come in, I guess,” she said, sounding flustered.
Her robe blew open again as she moved, and she quickly hid herself again. I could see the floral patterns on her pink panties, and they were outlined even more by the dampness underneath. I could see the lips of her pussy and the strip of pubic hair just above that was perfectly trimmed.
“I already saw,” I said. “You’re wet under there. Really wet. Do you like pretending to get off?”
“I wasn’t pretending,” she said, staring at me and moving her hair back over her shoulders.
“Good, because I’m tired of pretending, too,” I said, moving forward to kiss her.
“Wait,” she hesitated. “You should know that I’m attracted to Monk and Christian as well. I’m processing a lot of feelings.”
“Do what makes you happy, I say,” I told her. “They are my friends, no matter what happens. I don’t care if I have to share them with you.”
We kissed. It was deep and passionate, but she pulled away again.
“We can ask them if you’d like,” I said. “I have no problem with that.”
“Okay, let’s ask them first,” she agreed. “I can’t have sex with you yet, but I really want to.”
“At least let me leave you with something to remember me by,” I said.
We started making out. I pressed her up against the wall and ran my hand under her panties.
I found her clit and she gasped. I played with it while putting a finger into her pussy hole. It was dripping wet and felt so tight. I kissed her, too, while I did this, until she had an orgasm. I could feel her hot juices running over my fingers.
“Oh, God!” she whispered. “You make me feel so good. Oh!”
Giving her one last gentle kiss, I slid my hand out and tasted my fingers.
“Until the next time,” I smiled.
And with that, I exited her trailer and headed back to my own. I didn’t want Monk or Christian to see me leave. In the chess moves of winning Blythe, it was important that they both be surprised when she asked them if they would share.
The truth was, I really wouldn’t mind it, but I also knew Christian and Monk would. Check and mate, bros!
Monk was such a traditionalist and so Zen-like that I didn’t think he’d want the extra drama of participating in sharing a woman. And Christian was possessive.
I felt there would be a competition, and I was ready to beat them. Women needed to hear that you would do anything for them. And to beat any guy rival, all you had to do is promise more and more. Eventually, the other guys couldn’t ante up.
It was like a poker game. Now, there had been times when I’d lost. You wouldn’t believe some of the rich guys in this town. Studio execs could definitely beat me with the money move.
Once I was dating this actress and this movie exec started to sniff around. I knew I was in trouble.
The next thing I know, she’s texting me from Paris saying that “we should take a break”. Yeah, I guess so. When your new boyfriend flies you to Europe for the weekend and buys you ten grand worth of clothes and jewelry, there is nothing I can do to match that! I think she ended up marrying that guy.
But ultimately, those kinds of pair ups were superficial. We all know that. I mean, sure, I liked hot women, but I also wanted a relationship.
Blythe was more than just a pretty face. I mean, yes, she was incredibly desirable, but she had personality. I didn’t see what I was doing as manipulative, just simply offering her the best deal out of the three.
If I was open and willing to share and the others weren’t, she’d have to pick me. That would make me the most honest and best of the three. Simple math.
Christian would probably blow a fuse and Monk— Ah, he’d go back to meditating on it, I was sure. And it’s not like those two couldn’t find another girl in this town, right?
When I got back to my trailer, it seemed as if things were a little out of place. I checked the fridge. Hex had stocked it with my favorite beverages and snacks. Still, I sensed something was askew.
Then it hit me. I had left a pad of paper and a pen on the kitchen table. The vibrations from Hex walking around in here made the pen roll sideways to a different section of the table.
I picked it up and put it back in its proper place. I was a little OCD like that. I liked to have things where I left them. And I could always tell when they weren’t.
I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. It was always relaxing to me to check out YouTube videos and see what was going on in the world. I couldn’t watch the regular news anymore. I’d rather watch YouTube pundits. They were infinitely more entertaining and way more honest than the news anchors,
anyway.
Then my phone buzzed. It was my mom.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” I greeted.
“Hi, baby. How’s the movie going?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s great,” I said. “I mean, Claire’s gone, but the new girl seems to have us back on track.”
“Oh, that’s great, honey,” she said. “I was really worried about you losing your job. Did you get that email I sent you about jobs in transit?”
It didn’t matter that I had been a working actor supporting myself for years; my mother still worried that I needed a better job. That I should be doing it part time or something, as a side gig to a steady career. She didn’t get that acting was my career.
“Yeah, I got it,” I said humoring her. “But everything’s fine. I’m going to be working for the next couple of months.”
“Oh, that’s good,” she said in relief. “You know, if you have to move back in with your father and me, you still have your room.”
Yeah, that really brings in the chicks. Living with your parents.
“Thanks, Mom, but I’d rather be close to town,” I assured her. “It’s where all work is, and I think I’m doing okay. I mean, they just hung the movie poster up outside the studio. Christian’s on it. He’s pretty happy about it.”
“Why aren’t you on it?” she asked immediately.
“I might be,” I said. “I haven’t seen it yet. I’ve been living on the lot.”
“On the lot? But I thought you hated doing that,” she said. “I thought you wanted to go out and find yourself a new girl every week, instead of settling down with one as a girlfriend.”
That was another of my mom’s favorite gripes.
“Actually, my co-star is pretty intriguing,” I admitted. “I think she could be girlfriend material.”
“Really? What’s she like?” she asked, now very interested.
“She is a stunt woman and actress,” I said. “She was Claire’s double and the studio decided that she would be the lead after Claire had to drop out. Very talented, very beautiful, of course—”
“That’s it?” said my mother.
“Well, that’s a lot,” I said.
“You know virtually nothing about this woman,” she laughed. “Where’s her family from? What kind of food does she like? Does she even like you or did you do your whole charming eyes thing?”
“Charming eyes thing?” I asked.
“You know what I’m talking about,” she laughed. “It’s why you became an actor. You do that look to the camera. You do it women. You used to do it to me when you wanted to borrow the car or get an extra cookie.”
“What are you saying? That I’m some kind of hypnotist when it comes to women?” I asked.
“No, nothing bad. It’s just that you use your charisma and looks to get what you want,” she explained. “I’m not judging! I do it too. How do you think I convinced your father to have you in the first place?”
Oh, God. Please let’s not go down this road.
“Uh, Mom,” I said, squirming uncomfortably. “Let’s not have this conversation.”
“What I’m saying is, you have to be careful,” she explained. “You have a lot of charisma. Some people get overwhelmed by it. Me, your uncle— we all have it.”
“Wait? Uncle Rich?” I asked, a bit incredulously. “You’re saying Uncle Rich is charismatic?”
“Well, he’s a bit older now,” she clarified. “But back in the day, he was like you. Oh, my goodness! The girlfriends he’d bring home! Total bimbos!”
“Wait a minute! I didn’t bring home total bimbos,” I objected.
“Um, do you remember Makayla?” she reminded me.
Makayla was a girlfriend I had had just out of high school. She definitely wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. But back then all I wanted to do was go out and party, so it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like I was valedictorian or anything, myself
“Makayla was just, um, a bit ditzy!” I defended.
“Oh, please! That girl would probably have problems reciting the alphabet,” concluded my mother. “I was so glad when you two broke up.”
In reality, so was I. Makayla was hard to have a conversation with. But she probably didn’t think I was that interesting, either. It was a mutual parting of ways. Within no time, she had already glommed onto a body builder, whom I think she had secretly been cheating on me with.
“You can’t cite one outlier,” I said. “I’ve dated dozens of women.”
“Well, there’s another piece of info,” said my mother. “You’re already thirty-one, Zack. Many men have a wife and two or three kids by your age. Oh! And what about Heather?”
Heather was a waitress, or at least she said she was. It turned out that she was actually a high-end escort who really liked me.
She was nice enough, but I just couldn’t deal with sharing her with that many men. Plus, I hadn’t thought it cool that she was so deceptive. I wished her well, but I had to dump her when I found out she had been lying.
“Okay, maybe Makayla and Heather, but that’s it,” I said. “Mostly, the girls I dated were potential relationship material. I just didn’t like that enough, in that way, to turn it into anything serious.”
“Jeez, you don’t consider anyone you’ve ever dated serious enough to have wanted a relationship with?” she laughed.
“That’s not what I meant, mom,” I said annoyed. “You’re twisting my words.”
“Oh, my God,” she laughed. “This is a hilarious conversation. I can’t wait to relay it all to your dad.”
“What about Serina?” I said. “I dated her for six months. We even talked about getting married.”
“Serina?” said mom in disbelief. “She dumped you when her movie had to shoot in England, didn’t she? Not exactly a big commitment there. And didn’t she turn around and marry that English actor?”
Oh, yeah. Shit. That was a bad example, too. Serina had been great, but when the movie moved to England, we were done. Serina took up with the lead actor in a movie where they were romantic.
“Okay, fine, I’ll cop to it,” I relented. “I’ve dated some pretty empty women or women that never were really interested in a relationship. But can you blame me?”
My mother laughed uproariously on the phone.
“Seriously! This is Los Angeles, Mom. These women are beautiful. I’m only human. I mean, it’s like being a man who loves to eat, in a restaurant where all the food is free!” I said, making a clunky analogy.
“Oh, my God, Zack,” she laughed. “You just keep digging the hole deeper. I wish I had recorded this.”
“Seriously, any guy in my position would want to date a lot of women,” I defended myself. “It’s all I’m saying.”
“Well, remember that when you have no one to take care of you,” she recalled. “I’m not going to be around forever, ya know.”
“Yes, you probably will be,” I stated, matter-of-factly.
She laughed. My mother loved to play these games.
“Look, if you really like this girl and she’s not an empty-headed bimbo, then get to know her, Zack,” she said. “Don’t make it all about sex. Take her out. Ask her questions. Learn something real about her.”
Well, I knew she was into both of my friends, but that was a piece of information I should probably keep to myself.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. “Thanks, Mom. I mean, this has been a completely humiliating phone call, but thanks for the great advice.”
“Well, I’m a great person,” she said, superiorly. “Hey, do you want to come for dinner tonight? I’m cooking a roast and it’ll be too much for your father and me.”
“Nah, not tonight,” I said. “I actually might see this girl later. I mean, we’re both living on the lot in our trailers, so…”
“Oh, jeez…”
“What?”
“It’s like sleep away camp for you people!” she laughed. “A bunch of young, good looking people, living away from their normal ho
mes— unsupervised, working together on a hot, sexy movie— you’re all staying there so you can get laid! I know what happens on those sets, ya know! I used to hang out on them all the time.”
“Please, don’t relate another story,” I begged. “I give, I give.”
“I saw Don Sutherland get a blowjob once,” she laughed.
“Mom! I’m hanging up now.”
“He made that noise like he did on Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Eeeeeee!”
“Goodbye, mom!”
I hung up, thinking, Dear God, how am I related to that woman?
No, I must’ve been adopted. That’s the only explanation. And curse the man that taught her standup comedy.
Sometimes, I wished she’d work up her tight five again and get back on stage. It would save me the headache of having to hear her re-live it over the phone.
Looking at my phone, I thought about calling Blythe. Maybe I was doing this all wrong. Seducing her and getting her into bed would be so great and just thinking about it gave me a hard-on.
But Mom was probably right about getting to know her. If I really wanted something lasting, I had to learn about what kind of person she was.
I looked up the stuff on the Internet about her. It said she was from Montana and grew up on a ranch. It was all the stuff I already knew.
I guess what I had to do was ask her about it. Maybe talk a little bit about horses? That would seem like something a ranch girl would know about, right?
It seems like the longer I was in Los Angeles, the more the business consumed my personality. I think it did that to a lot of people. You just get caught up in project after project. And, as an actor, twisting yourself into the person you think everyone wants to see. But there’s a real you underneath that also needs to be heard, what about that?
But there’s precious little time in Hollywood for the real. If your box office numbers slip or you have the wrong agent or go to the wrong party or the studio doesn’t like you— Blip! You’re gone. It’s all over and good luck getting another job.
Then again, I look at a guy like Monk. He was disciplined, determined— He was taking the long road when it came to his career. He was probably going to be working until he was too old to walk.