‘Because it’s painful and degrading,’ said Kara. ‘My favourite!’ She blew out a candle that was about to start dripping on the tablecloth. ‘Gary and I are into that sort of stuff. He spanks me, too.’
‘If you’re bad?’ asked Jillian.
‘Sometimes if I’m very bad. And sometimes if I’m very, very good,’ said Kara.
Emily shook her head. ‘I don’t get it, but it’d make a great little porn movie. What do you say?’
‘You’ll have to ask Gary. He’s the boss, with a capital B.’
‘I wouldn’t have guessed you guys were D/s,’ said Marion. ‘Dominant/submissive,’ she added, when Emily and Jillian gave her uncomprehending looks.
Kara shrugged. ‘Only in bed. We’re not into the “lifestyle”, if you know what I mean. I couldn’t do it twenty-four-seven. But sometimes it’s fun to be ordered around. You know, I’m always thinking, thinking, thinking. What’s next for me? For us? Will I stay in LA? Will Gary and I stay together? Get married? Do I want kids? Blah blah blah. I tell you, a good caning drives all that stuff right out of your mind. You’re free to just do what you’re told, without thinking, or deciding, or even reciprocating. You just be. He does everything. You’re just the … the object, the precious object, of his attention. It’s good.’
‘I don’t find anal sex painful at all, any more,’ said Marion. ‘But caning? That’s gotta hurt!’
‘Like a bitch, dude,’ said Kara. ‘For a few strokes. Then it changes, something just changes, you know?’
The other three girls shook their heads.
‘I guess it’s the endorphins kicking in,’ said Kara, ‘and it doesn’t hurt at all any more. You want it. You ride it, the way you ride a wave on your board. Then –’
‘Then?’ prompted Marion.
‘Then either you come like a fucking house on fire or it starts to hurt like a bitch again. If that happens, if it starts to hurt, I just call out my safe word and he stops.’
‘Hmm.’ Marion sat back in her chair. She lit a cigarette from the pack the four girls were sharing. ‘I might get off on that.’
‘My mind could sure use clearing,’ said Emily. ‘I’ve got half a dozen scripts half finished. Vito’s doing a great job of distribution but we need to shoot them all before September if we want to pay off the fee hike for everyone’s first semester.’
‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown,’ said Jillian sympathetically. She rose from her spot at the table and circled round behind Emily’s chair. Jillian started massaging Emily’s bare shoulders. ‘You’re as tight as a … a …’
‘Virgin asshole?’ prompted Marion.
Emily grinned ruefully. ‘I think that’s the way mine is going to stay. But Luke …’
‘Mmmhmm,’ muttered Marion.
‘I know you and Luke were lovers before I came along,’ said Emily. Her grey eyes focused sharply on Marion’s face.
Marion’s green eyes widened. Her face turned as scarlet as her hair. ‘You do not. We weren’t … did he say … where’d you hear that?’
Emily snorted in a very unladylike manner. ‘I deduced it, Doctor Watson.’
‘Is that so?’ Marion frowned. ‘How did you come to this conclusion, Sherlock?’
‘Elementally – elementary, my friend. When I asked you to try to seduce him, to see if he really loved me, you said you “even kissed the side of his neck”. Only a lover would know about his secret weakness for that.’
‘Oh.’
Everyone was silent for a moment. Emily could feel all eyes on her. She laughed. ‘I don’t care. He wasn’t my first, either.’
‘We weren’t lovers,’ said Marion. ‘We were friends with benefits. Seriously.’
Jillian kneaded harder. Emily’s neck emitted an audible pop.
‘Fuck, girl, you are uptight,’ said Kara. She shot Marion a warning glance.
‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to freak out,’ said Emily. ‘Just be honest, please. What the fuck is the difference between friends with benefits and lovers? I want to know.’
Marion sighed. ‘OK, but remember, you asked. I’m a size queen. I like a big dick. The bigger, the better. I like sucking a big one, I like fucking a big one and I like a great big dick up my ass.’
‘They say only about ten per cent of women like anal sex but the ones that like it really like it,’ offered Kara.
‘Go on,’ Emily prodded Marion.
‘So, Luke, you know, he has a big one. And whether you do or don’t agree with it, he likes anal sex. We’re friends. We’re housemates. When we met, we were both single. But we never went on a date or sat out on the porch talking about the stars or any of that stuff. We didn’t flirt. We don’t have that kind of attraction.’
Jillian piped up. ‘So yours is more like an animal attraction?’
Marion shrugged. ‘We liked to fuck. Luke met you, Emily. He stopped fucking me.’
‘How much do you miss him?’ asked Em. She gave Marion a challenging look.
‘I don’t. We’re still pals. We live in the same house. We work together. I don’t miss him, but I am overdue for a big dick up my bum!’ Marion threw back her head and laughed. ‘Oh Gods of Film, send me a big dick to fuck my blooming arse.’
‘Something tells me you’re a long way from becoming a “fair lady”, Marion,’ said Emily. She groaned as Jillian dug her thumbs up into her shoulders. ‘What happens if I don’t do it? If I just can’t?’
Jillian was the first to reply. ‘I’m going to make sure my next boyfriend isn’t a freak for it. He can stick a finger up there if he really wants to and I’ll do the same for him. But I’m not interested in anal sex and I’m going to make that clear from the start.’
‘You mean like, “Hi, my name is Jillian and I hate anal sex”?’ Kara asked.
‘Pretty much,’ said Jillian. ‘I might as well. If a couple doesn’t have complementary sexual desires it’s pretty much doomed, don’t you think?’ One hand flew from Emily’s shoulder to her own mouth as she realised what she’d said.
Em’s eyes filled with tears. ‘Luke’s not coming back here tonight,’ she said. ‘I think I … I think maybe Executive Producer Emily doesn’t attract him the way plain old Emily did.’
‘Don’t be crazy. He’s mad about you,’ scoffed Marion. ‘And you’ve never been plain.’
‘I think you’re very beautiful, Emily,’ said Jillian. ‘You and Marion, too,’ she said to Kara. ‘I mean it. I’m so happy we’re friends.’
‘I’d like to propose a toast to friendship but we need more wine,’ said Emily. ‘Jillian?’
Jillian was on her way to the basement door when it opened and the boys came trooping up.
Gary leered at Kara. ‘C’mere, me saucy wench. I’ve sailed the seven seas and yours is the finest treasure chest I’ve ever laid me deadlights on.’
Kara rolled her eyes. ‘Playing pirate pool?’
‘Avast,’ proclaimed Tony. ‘Tis th’ best game in th’ whole world.’
Marion rose. ‘There’s a demonstration against the fee hikes tomorrow in the quad. We should all go. All the students on campus, not just the film students, have promised a show of solidarity. You know, today the Film Department, tomorrow – who knows? Medicine? Arts? Business?’
Emily motioned Jillian back from the door. The fun was over. She stood up, weaving a little, as much from weariness as from the wine. She felt heavy, as if there’d been a shift in the gravity of her personal space.
‘We don’t have any cameras any more. Luke says he’s turning them in tomorrow.’
‘Shit! What happened?’ asked Paul.
‘Ol’ whatserface, Patricia, who by the way will not be returning this fall, dumped Professor Whatsisface as soon as she got her marks.’
‘Simmons,’ said Jillian. ‘But don’t worry about that, Em. I’ll go visit Simmons tomorrow. When I’m done with him, he’ll let us keep the cameras until school starts.’
‘You’d do that? For the Movie Mob?’ Marion loo
ked shocked.
‘Yeah, plus I think he’s cute,’ said Jillian. She giggled. ‘And bad. It’s not that easy to find a professor who’ll exchange hand jobs for favours these days.’ She wiggled her eyebrows. ‘I think it’s sexy.’
Tony looked at Jillian like he’d never seen her before. ‘I reckon that ye thinkin’ that be sort o’ sexy,’ he said. ‘Avast.’
With that he headed for the stairs.
Paul followed.
Gary tried and failed to pick his girlfriend up in his arms.
‘I need a moment, please,’ Emily said to him.
‘I’ll wait for ye in the cabin,’ he growled at his girl.
When the four girls were alone again, Emily asked the question she’d been hoping to ask all day. ‘I have one script finished. Vito wants girl on girl on girl. How do the three of you feel about that?’
‘I’ll do it,’ said Marion.
‘Me too!’ Jillian’s eyes shone. Obviously, the attraction Emily had fancied Jillian felt for Marion was real.
‘Absolutely not.’
Three pairs of astonished eyes focused on Kara.
‘I don’t do chicks. God, Emily. No fucking way.’ Kara turned on her heel and marched to the stairs.
Once she was out of sight Marion, Jillian and Emily risked exchanging glances. As one, they clapped their hands over their mouths to stifle their giggles.
‘Well,’ said Emily, when she could trust herself to speak, ‘I guess now we know what Kara means when she says she doesn’t do kink.’
Chapter Seventeen
Luke and Richard sat at the kitchen table in their house. With the window open, they could hear the noise of the crowd protesting the Film Department’s fee hike.
‘Think it’ll do any good?’ Richard asked.
‘Too little, way too late,’ replied Luke. He took a swig from his coffee cup and, finding it empty, rose to fill it again. He wasn’t hungover or even especially tired. He just felt a little … old.
‘We should probably go,’ said Richard.
Luke sighed. He sat down at the table once more. ‘Maybe. Not much point in trying to turn in the cameras today, even if we wanted to.’
‘Which we don’t.’
‘Dunno. Em wants me to hang on to them for a while longer but I’m getting major heat from the Department.’
As if the mention of her name had summoned her, Emily’s face appeared at the window. At the sight of her, Luke’s heartbeat accelerated until it was pounding a tattoo in his head.
Paul and Emily came in through the kitchen door.
While Paul fetched himself a cup of coffee, Emily made a beeline for her boyfriend. ‘I missed you last night,’ she said.
‘C’mere.’ Luke patted his lap. She obliged. Luke cuddled her close, inhaling her fresh scent as if he were asthmatic and Emily the antidote. His heart stopped racing. Everything was going to be fine.
‘So, did you get us a cougar?’
‘Sure did,’ said Richard. He leered at Emily.
Asshole. Luke gave his companion from the night before an evil look.
Richard said, ‘I’m out of here,’ and left by the back door.
‘What’s with him?’ Emily wriggled in Luke’s lap.
‘He’s going to the demonstration. I guess we should go, too.’
‘Marion’s there,’ said Paul. He stood at the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee. He laughed. ‘I asked if she’d be turning in the portable Olympus LS-100 she’s always carrying and she practically tore me a new one.’
Luke smiled. ‘Yeah, it’s hers. She bought it as soon as it came out.’
‘Nice,’ said Paul. ‘I dropped Jillian at the campus as well. She’s gone to give the Department Head some head. Or something. So we can keep the cameras until the semester starts.’
‘Jesus. She hasn’t even been in a porn flick and she’s already whoring herself.’ Luke frowned. ‘Whose idea was that?’ He gave Emily a piercing look.
‘Hers.’ Em helped herself to a sip of his coffee.
For some reason, it annoyed him. He took the mug from her hand.
‘Everybody’s a whore for something, sometime in their lives. Don’t you think?’ asked Paul. When he received no answer he picked up his cup and started to leave the kitchen. ‘OK, lovebirds, if you need me I’ll be –’
He was interrupted by the ring tone of Emily’s cell phone. She answered. ‘Hi, Marion. What? Speak up! Really? You think? OK! Yeah, I got it covered. Good idea, girlfriend.’ She hung up. ‘Marion says it’s fantastic. She’s right at the front, at the barricade set up between the protesters and the administration. It’s pandemonium and she’s catching it all on sound.’
‘Cool,’ said Paul.
‘Yeah, so she wants someone to make his way through the crowd and fuck her against the barricade.’
‘What? She’s out of her fucking mind!’ Luke stared at Emily. ‘Are there cops?’
‘Yeah. So? You guys go. Luke, take a hand-held camera. Paul, it’s time for your close-up.’
‘Wait a minute –’ Paul began.
‘We don’t have time to argue. Just do it, OK? Go. Go!’ Emily leaped from Luke’s lap. She grabbed his coffee cup from his hand. ‘Go!’
‘What the lady wants, the lady gets,’ said Luke. ‘What do you think, Paul? The Samsung?’
‘The Canon’s smaller but for a crowd shoot you’re probably –’
‘Just go!’ Emily was practically jumping up and down. ‘This is going to be fucking fabulous!’
‘Right.’ Luke grabbed the Samsung. ‘Bye.’
He walked out the door with Paul right behind him.
‘Man, that’s some bossy babe you’ve got, bro,’ said Paul.
‘Word.’
The men walked quickly towards the edge of the crowd.
‘You know what Gary was sayin’ last night?’
‘No idea,’ replied Luke.
‘He says when Kara gets her panties twisted in a knot he gives her a good hard spanking.’
‘No shit.’
‘No shit.’
They stopped at the edge of the crowd. The cacophony of voices, some amplified by megaphones in the classic call-and-response that invited the agitated students to chant in unison, was almost overwhelming.
‘One, two, three, four. We can’t afford to pay no more!’
A police whistle blew and a rowdy protester was captured by cops. The crowd roared its disapproval.
Luke raised the camera. ‘Marion was right about this. It’s wild.’ He shot the protester, who had gone limp, being dragged off to a police van. ‘Don’t get caught, man. I think fucking in a public place might be against the law.’
‘I’m not going be doing any Marion-fucking, my friend.’
‘Huh?’
Paul shook his head. ‘I’m on her no-fly zone. It’s in our files.’
‘Fuck. Emily doesn’t even look at the files any more. She just tells everyone what she wants and expects them to hop to it. Goddam it!’
‘Sorry, man.’
‘Please don’t tell me my friend Marion is racist.’
‘Nothin’ like that. Depending on who you talk to, she propositioned me one night and I turned her down, which pissed her off, or I propositioned her one night and she turned me down, which pissed me off.’ He grinned at Luke. ‘Now you tell me, which scenario is more likely to make a little red-headed size queen permanently pissed at a poor long dong named Paul?’
‘Marion does not like rejection.’
‘True dat. So, I shoot, you fuck.’
Luke made a split-second decision. ‘OK. Here.’ He handed Paul the camera. ‘It’ll be fast and dirty. I’m gonna make a beeline for that sexy bitch and she sure as hell better have her panties off when I get there.’
Paul steadied the camera on his shoulder. ‘At least there’s a lot of press here.’
‘Yeah, maybe if we’re real lucky we’ll make the six o’clock news.’ Luke glowered.
‘I mean I’ll blend ri
ght in. I hope.’ Paul flashed Luke another grin. ‘Ready?’
‘I’m more than ready. Stay close, dude. I’m gonna fuck her up the ass until she passes out from pleasure.’
‘Whoa! I’m right behind you! Rolling!’
Luke started through the crowd. His blood was boiling. Little Emily who couldn’t take more than a pinkie up her bum without crying like a vestal fucking virgin had whored him out again. Without so much as a ‘would you mind, Luke?’
‘Sorry,’ he muttered as he trod on someone’s foot. ‘Man on a mission.’
As a matter of fact, Luke didn’t mind at all. He hadn’t had anal sex since he’d given up fucking for making love with someone so sweet he’d thought he could live without a butt fuck for the rest of his life if he had to. But ‘sweet’ no longer described Emily. So, if she wasn’t willing to give a man what a man wanted, a man, a real man, would get it somewhere else.
He’d turned down a gorgeous piece of ass the night before but it hadn’t been easy. He wasn’t about to do it again.
The thought of sinking his dick into Marion’s eager asshole was so enticing he was practically running. Paul had better keep up because he sure as hell wasn’t slowing down.
She was easy to spot. Her hennaed head of riotous curls stood out even in a crowd as large and rowdy as this one. Just as she’d said, she was pressed up against the barricade, chanting along with the rest of the crowd. She’d be singing a different tune in a couple of minutes.
Marion didn’t so much as look to see who it was that suddenly grabbed her from behind. She just tilted her ass back, inviting a ‘stranger’ to do whatever he wanted.
He unzipped his pants and flipped up her full, short skirt, exposing her bare ass for a flash. Luke gripped his dick, dipped his knees and jammed his raging hard-on up her ass. No fuss, no muss.
Marion gasped. She froze, both hands gripping the barricade to keep her balance as her assailant rammed the full length of his rod inside her.
‘Atta girl,’ he whispered. ‘Take my great big dick up your ass like the anal slut you are.’
‘What the hell!’ Marion enunciated as best she could, given the circumstances. Obviously, she was doing her part to make sure their dialogue didn’t get lost in the roar of the crowd. ‘Who the fuck are you?’
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