Phoenix Rising

by Anais Ninja

  Even so, as I felt my pleasure begin to rise, I began to hump him faster, with shorter strokes, quicker movements, seeking just the right combination of speed and depth that would push me over the edge. Jack put his hands on my bottom again, squeezing my cheeks, urging me to speed up slightly. I began to move even faster, making our thighs slap together with every stroke. He began to twitch inside me, and I knew he was getting close, so I closed my eyes and imagined a camera crew around us, hot lights, the bedroom merely a set on a sound stage. That was just what I needed to reach my climax, and I began to come, nearly screaming as his cock pumped my needy hole. Jack smiled as he heard my cries, guiding me up and down on his hardness, rocking his hips with each thrust, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  I thought he was close, but he wasn’t, and as I reached a second, higher peak of pleasure I clenched myself around his thick shaft, hoping to feel him spurt his seed inside me while I was still in the throes of my orgasm, something I loved to feel. Jack gasped when he felt my muscles contract, and I felt his cock begin to spasm in my passage, a feeling of warmth spreading through my sex as his semen gushed into my cleft. I felt him begin to soften as soon as he came, and I slowed my movements, hoping he wouldn’t slip out of me right away. I laid my head on his chest and let out a sigh, listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart.

  “Where’d you learn to do things like that?” Jack asked me, gently caressing my hair.

  “Things like what?”

  “That thing you did with your pussy, the squeezing thing,” he said. “And that blow-job you gave me. I never get hard that fast.”

  “I guess I’ve had some good teachers,” I said. “That squeezing thing I learned from a magazine, Cosmopolitan, I think. I used to practice it with a dildo.” Jack chuckled at that and kissed me on the cheek. His laughter made his cock slip out of me, so I rolled off of him and snuggled up against his warm body.

  “Some boy must be very lucky to have a sexy girlfriend like you,” Jack said.

  “I don’t have a boyfriend right now,” I said. “I did, but now he won’t talk to me.” I realized that I still felt bitter over Brad’s silent treatment.

  “Sounds like a cad to me,” he said. “A bounder.” Now it was my turn to laugh.

  “Tell me, Jack,” I said, “do you think I could be in one of your movies someday?”

  “You don’t want to do that, Annie.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not that you’re not sexy. You are,” Jack said. “And it’s not that you’re not pretty. You’re very pretty. A beautiful young woman. But starring in one of my movies isn’t something you want to do. It’s not a choice you want to make. The girls I work with didn’t come to Hollywood to fuck for the camera in a rented house in the Valley. They all came to become starlets, singers, dancers, and not the exotic kind of dancing, either. Take Amber, for example. She couldn’t even get a spot on a feminine hygiene deodorant commercial, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. When I met her she was waiting tables at a chop house, down to her last fifty dollars, just about to take the bus back to Cape Cod.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, and that’s not all. It’s hard work, demanding work, three hours under the lights to shoot enough footage for a ten minute segment, and that’s if nothing goes wrong. And Amber looks like she’s having fun, but she’s miserable, on camera and off. You know where she is right now?”

  “Where?”

  “She’s in detox, Anne, a private place in Palm Springs, her third thirty-day program in the last two years. Amber likes her pills, and she drinks like a fucking fish. Right before she ended up back in detox she got drunk on the set and threw up all over Tony Thicke’s schlong. Now his agent won’t even return my calls, which really screws me over because I wanted to feature him with Amber, with Dani Lamour, with Tina Martin. The kid’s a real fucking machine and now his agent wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Hey, you and me both, kid.” Jack put his arm around me, giving me a gentle hug. “I know it sounds trite, but you should stay in school, go to a good college, get a decent job so you won’t have to earn a living on your back.”

  “That’s what I hope to do,” I said.

  “Good, that’s great,” he said. “How come I never saw you around before? Did you just move here?”

  “I’m just visiting,” I replied. “I live in Boston, but my father’s here with his family.”

  “I see, I see,” Jack said. “How long are you here for? I’d love to see you again.”

  “I’d like that, but I go back on Sunday.”

  “Too bad,” Jack said, kissing my forehead. “I’m flying out to Palm Springs tomorrow to see Amber. She’s going to be released on Saturday.”

  “Well, I’ll be back, maybe for spring break, maybe this summer, too.”

  “Great,” Jack said, hugging me again. “Something to look forward to.”

  “Me, too,” I said, reaching for his flaccid penis and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ve got to get back to the house.”

  “Yeah, just fuck me and run,” Jack laughed. I gave his cock another playful squeeze and kissed him on the lips before getting out of bed. My clothes were downstairs, on the floor by the living room couch. As I stood up, I could feel Jack’s semen start to drip down my leg.

  “Damn,” I said, running to the bathroom for some toilet paper.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

  “I forgot to wear panties when I left the house.”

  “You sound like a porn star already,” Jack said. “Here, I’ve got some for you.” I wiped his cum from my thigh and returned to the bedroom. Jack had opened a dresser drawer; it was filled with lingerie.

  “You wear these?” I said, pulling a tiny red heart-shaped g-string trimmed with white marabou from the drawer. I tried not to laugh as I pictured Jack in this frilly confection, his hairy balls hanging out of the tiny panties.

  “Jeez, Annie. You think that would fit me? No, this is Amber’s stuff. She stays out here with me sometimes.”

  “Wouldn’t she mind someone else wearing her undies?” I asked him.

  “Take what you want,” Jack said. “Hell, I bought it all for her. She won’t even notice what’s missing.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “I just need a pair of panties. I can bring them back later.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” he said. “Think of it as a souvenir.”

  I rummaged through the drawer, trying to find something that wasn’t a g- string or crotchless, neither of which would keep Jack’s semen from dripping down my leg as I walked home. I thought about putting my wet bikini bottoms on when I found something made of cotton at the bottom of the drawer. I pulled it out, and it wasn’t much more than a g-string, but the back was wider and there was enough coverage over the crotch to suffice for my immediate needs. While Jack disappeared into the bathroom to empty his bladder, I stepped into the tiny panties and pulled them up my thighs. The front covered about as much as a string bikini would, but the back was tiny, exposing my cheeks. I turned around and looked in the mirror on the closet door.

  “It’s a good look for you,” Jack said, patting my nearly bare bottom. “Amber called it a ‘thing’ or a ‘thong’ or something. Big in Brazil, she says.”

  “Feels weird,” I said.

  “She also calls it ‘butt floss’.”

  “I can see why.” There was a thin strip of material running between my cheeks, though not as thin as a g-string’s ribbon. Jack and I shared another kiss in front of the mirror and then we headed back downstairs. I got dressed, finished my wine, and grabbed my wet swim suit from the patio, giving Jack one more kiss before I left. He pulled on his robe and saw me to the door, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and pulling out a card.

  “Listen, if you’re ever in L.A., give me a call,” he said. “We’ll have dinner or something, and I’ll take you on the
set of one of my movies. You can see for yourself what a pain in the ass they are to shoot.”

  “Thanks, Jack,” I said, taking the card. “I hope everything goes well with Amber.”

  “Sweet of you to say that,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek, a fatherly kiss, not the kiss of a lover. “Stay in school, Annie. Promise me that, willya?”

  “I promise.” I took his hand and squeezed it, heading down the walkway, waving when I got to the sidewalk.

  I arrived home a few minutes later. Mia still wasn’t home, neither was Dana, but the door to David’s bedroom was closed. I headed into Dana’s bedroom, intending to change out of Amber’s thong, but by now I was getting used to the feeling of the thin strip of cotton between my cheeks, and there was something naughty about wearing tiny panties that belonged to a porn star. I kept them on and took my bathing suit into the bathroom, hanging it over the shower curtain pole.

  That’s when I heard it, a woman’s voice coming from David’s room. She was moaning, almost crying, repeating something over and over. Quietly, I slid open the door that led from the bathroom to his bedroom and peered through the gap.

  “Dios mio...Dios mio...Dios mio...” It was Maria, the housekeeper. She was tied to the David’s bed, spread-eagle, face down, a pillow under her hips, her big round bottom jutting into the air. David was on top of her, pounding away at her pussy, his hard cock wrapped in a latex condom. I wondered if this was consensual, whether David was really raping her, but she turned her head and I saw her expression. Her smile was unmistakable.

  “Si...David...si...chinga...chinga me...” Maria pronounced his name like “Da-veed”, and I knew enough Spanish to know what “chinga me” meant: “fuck me”. Sex, the universal language.

  “Take it, bitch,” David muttered, slamming into the housekeeper’s sex. She cried out, writhing underneath him, straining at the bonds that held her as she came. I could see this had a galvanic effect on David, and his thrusts got even harder, faster, until he buried himself inside her, his whole body stiffening as he filled the condom with his semen. He fell on to her back, kissing her neck as he caught his breath. They laid like this for a while and then he climbed off of her, untying her arms and legs. She rubbed the raw spots on her wrists where the ropes had dug into her skin.

  Maria leaned forward and kissed David, and then he did something that surprised me. He peeled the condom from his softening penis and gave it to her.

  “Drink it,” he said. Maria smiled and emptied the contents of the rubber into her mouth, swishing his semen around before swallowing it. Then David leaned in and kissed her again, hard this time, locking lips with her, squeezing her full breasts, his tongue making her cheek bulge. They broke off their kiss and she laughed, reaching down to the carpet to collect her clothing. David laid on the bed and watched as the housekeeper put on her underwear, tattered cotton panties and an old worn bra, her pantyhose and slip, her light blue uniform dress and starched white apron, and finally her white shoes. She gave David another kiss, on the cheek this time, and left his bedroom, humming to herself.

  I watched as David untied the ropes from his bed post and coiled them up, placing them in the bottom of one of his desk drawers. Then he pulled a magazine from under one of his pillows, the one that was all bondage pictures, and sat down on his bed, lighting a joint. I knocked on his door and opened it.

  “Wanna hit?” he said, offering the joint to me.

  “Sure, thanks,” I said, taking it from him as I sat down on his bed.

  “Where’d you go?” David asked. “I looked for you when I got home from school.”

  “I went swimming,” I said. “David, I have to tell you something.”

  “What is it?”

  “I saw what you were doing with Maria.”

  “You were spying on me?”

  “Sort of, yes,” I said, handing the joint back to him. “I thought you were, well...”

  “What?”

  “I thought you were raping her,” I confessed. “I had to make sure.”

  “Me? Raping her?” David said, indignant. “That’s bullshit. Don’t you know me better than that?”

  “Davy, I’ve only known you for a week,” I said, reaching for his hand. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you don’t have to apologize,” he said, intertwining his fingers with mine. “I could see how you would think that.”

  “I’m glad you understand,” I said. “You liked tying her up, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” David said, smiling sheepishly. “She came in with the laundry and caught me jerking off, and then one thing led to another...”

  “And she didn’t mind it when you tied her up?”

  “It was more her idea than mine,” David said. “She saw the magazine and...”

  “I see. Did you have a safe word?”

  “A what?”

  “A safe word,” I said. “A way for her to let you know that you’re hurting her or that she wants you to stop.”

  “No,” David replied. “I just figured she’d tell me.”

  “Okay, but promise me you’ll agree on one next time. Something other than ‘no’ or ‘stop’.”

  “Like what?” David asked. “What would be a good word?”

  “Something that has nothing at all to do with sex, like ‘chicken’ or ‘raspberry’.”

  “Chicken,” he laughed. “That’s a good one.”

  “It’s the word I used with Julia.”

  “Julia?”

  “A woman I knew in Maine,” I said. “We were lovers.”

  “Chicken,” he said again. We passed the joint back and forth and looked at the magazine together. After we finished the weed, I gave him a kiss and went to take the dog for a walk. When I returned, Maria was mopping the kitchen floor, still humming to herself. As I hung up the dog’s leash, I imagined her on all fours, naked, the dog’s black leather collar around her neck. I pictured myself holding the leash, pulling her head between my legs and making her lick me while David took her from behind. Maria saw me enter the kitchen, smiled, and went back to her mopping.

  I thought about showing David how to torture her with pleasure, to bind her and keep her on the edge of her climax until she begged for her release, to make her come so hard she would pass out, just as Julia had done for me. There wasn’t time, though. I had to get ready for my dinner with Krystle and her husband. As I headed back to Dana’s bedroom, I heard her and Mia coming through the front door. Mia greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I got a big hug from Dana. She was wearing her black velvet leotard, white tights, and pink legwarmers, her hair tied into two thick, curly pigtails. She looked cute enough to eat.

  While Dana changed out of her dance clothes and sat down to do her homework, I took a shower and shampooed my hair. I’d already taken a bath with Mia after breakfast, spent the morning at the pool, had another shower at Jack’s place, and now I was in the shower again. Considering that I was visiting a city in the middle of a desert, I was spending a lot of time under water. I wanted to look good for dinner, though, and there was the matter of Jack’s cum, still oozing from my cunny. I finished my shower quickly, dried my hair, and wrapped myself in a towel.

  Dana was seated at her desk, a textbook open before her, writing notes on a spiral-bound pad. She looked up and smiled, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before getting ready. I had an hour before I had to be at Krystle’s house, so I had to hurry. Dana closed her books and watched as I dressed, helping me hook my lacy black bra and attach the garter belt’s tabs to my stockings. I took my time with my makeup, wanting to look perfect for dinner with Krystle and her husband, knowing that they might have me for dessert.

  I slipped on the black sheath dress I’d worn to dinner the week before. Dana zipped up the dress and clasped the pearl necklace Helen had given me, looking on as I put on my earrings, a gift from Julia, one of the few things I’d managed to keep my room mate at the foster home from stealing. I put on a pair of black pumps and stoo
d in front of the mirror, straightening the hem and straps of my dress.

  “You look beautiful,” Dana said.

  “Thank you, sweetie.” I gave her an air kiss, not wanting to smear my lipstick. Dana followed me out to the kitchen, where Mia was cooking dinner.

  “Stunning,” Mia said, “Absolutely stunning.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “How’s your back?”

  “Better, thank you.” Mia sat down at the table, and I could tell from her deliberate, slow movements that her back was still bothering her.

  “Maybe you should see a doctor or something.”

  “I’ll be fine,” she said, taking a sip of wine. “If it still bothers me tomorrow, I’ll see if I can get an appointment with my chiropractor.”

  “Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?” I asked her.

  “No, but thanks,” Mia said. “I’m going to lie down for a bit while the boulliabaise simmers. And Dana’s here to help me, right sweetie?”

  “Yes, Mommy,” Dana said, holding on to her stepmother’s hand and nodding eagerly.

  “Do you need a ride, Annie?” Mia said. “I can drive you to Krystle’s place.”

  “No, thanks,” I said. “It’s not far. I can walk.”

  “Call us if you need a ride back,” she said. “And have fun.”

  “I’m sure I will,” I said, leaning over to give Mia a light kiss on the cheek. I checked my makeup one last time in the mirror in the front hall, checking my purse to make sure I had my lipstick and keys, and left the house, stepping into the twilight.

  * * *

  Krystle greeted me at the door, welcoming me with a hug and a kiss, inviting me inside. Her hair was freshly styled, and she wore a lovely blue silk cocktail dress, low cut, showing plenty of cleavage. She took my hand and ushered me into the living room. Her house was much larger than my father’s, and the furniture more expensive. She earned more than twice as much as my father, and it showed.