Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

  “See, here she is giving some CPR now.” Brian raised an eyebrow. “I’d say if she’s also a nanny she’s probably just doing that part-time.”

  As the video progressed the young actress proceeded to swallow her entire co-star’s sausage and as she pressed her lips to his body, she barely had a look of distress on her face at all. In fact, it looked like she could take a bit more without any problem.

  “Wow!” Jim widened his eyes. “How does she do that?”

  “I have no idea. How in the hell did you figure this out?” Jillian looked to her husband at first impressed then her face morphed into something more akin to horrific concern. “Wait, didn’t you recognize Cherry when we were in Hawaii too? You’re like a porn savant.”

  “He did figure that out!” Victoria pointed to Brian, nodding. “George’s girlfriend.”

  Brian cleared his throat. “Um, well, if you notice both…” He glanced at the screen then continued, “…this, um, Elizabeth Boyd, AKA Michelle, and Cherry share the same talent and yes, maybe it’s one of my go to things I like to watch.”

  “Dude, you’re weird,” Jim chimed in.

  “Hey, there are a lot worse porn genres out there that I could be into than girls who can deep throat.” Brian nodded, confidently. “A lot worse.”

  “Okay…” Jillian shot the others a look. “We’ll discuss your admission into the sex addiction clinic later, but for now, who is this woman?”

  “Hold on.” Placing the computer back on his lap, Brian went into investigative mode. “Let’s see… she’s been in 478 scenes. She specialized in deep throating as we just saw.” Brian squinted, looking closer at the screen as he added matter-of-factly, “Oh, she’s also into girl on girl and double anal.”

  “Double anal.” Jim ran his hands through his hair, grimacing. “And this is the woman they had us trust Kaylie to.”

  “What is anal Daddy?” Kaylie asked.

  All four adults looked up in shock, discovering the adorable girl holding a stuffed animal and wearing a frighteningly curious expression, gazing up dreamily to her father. Brian quickly closed the lid on his computer.

  “Check please.” Jim raised a hand up before pointing a finger to his wife. “Um, I’m going to let mommy take that one.”

  Kaylie turned to her, all ears and bright eyes, waiting.

  Victoria cleared her throat, then glanced around nervously to the other adults seemingly for help before beginning, “Well, baby, um, it’s… it’s…”

  “Yes, mommy.”

  Victoria put her hand under Kaylie’s chin and smiled. “Can we talk about it later?”

  “Okay.” The little girl skipped away.

  Closing his eyes, Jim sighed. “I really hope we don’t talk about that later. I don’t think she’s ready for regular that much less double that.”

  “Who is?” Jillian shot back with a smile and they all shared a laugh.

  “Wait, you have to see this.” After checking that Kaylie was safely away, Brian opened the lid to his computer. He hit a button and the sounds of moaning and groaning spilled out as he studied the screen. “She might need to add this new talent to her res—”

  Brian stopped talking when Jim quickly closed the lid on his computer. “I’m already freaked out enough. If I found out she’s into fisting I’m going to lose it, so…”

  “How’d you guess?” Brian asked.

  “Jillian, please take away his computer.” Jim let out an exasperated sigh.

  “I’m really considering it.” Jillian closed her eyes, shaking her head.

  “Okay, so.” Jim balled his hands up into fists. “What do we do about all this? Go to the lawyers first or—”

  “First, I think we have to talk to Marci,” Victoria said.

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  After a call to Marci the flabbergasted reality stars agreed to meet her nearby. While Kaylie stayed with Jillian and Brian they headed out. When they walked into the bar, they did not immediately spot her. Then she rose up from the back booth, wearing sunglasses with her hair pulled up and covered by a baseball cap. She waved them over and they slipped in across from her.

  “So you watched it?” Marci asked, an untouched beer sitting before her, sweating on the table.

  “We did and we can’t believe it,” Jim said. “Hardly any of that stuff really happened like it’s shown. It’s all fake. They put words in my mouth.”

  “That’s called frankenbiting,” Marci began. “It happens in a lot of these shows. If you see someone talking and then the camera cuts away to a shot of something else, but you still hear their voice, that’s most likely frankenbiting.”

  “Why are you coming to us with this?” Victoria asked.

  “I’ve had enough.” Marci sighed. “You seem like nice people. This is the fourth show I’ve worked on with Steve and I can’t take it anymore. When the show isn’t working they pull this crap and destroy the lives of those involved just to get one scandalous season out. Then they sell it for whatever they can and move on.”

  “Steve told me we were definitely going to have a second…” Victoria began and as she realized the absurdity of her words she closed her eyes.

  “He says a lot of things most of which can’t be trusted.” Marci swiped her finger down the glass. “Look, I’ll be honest, I’m not sure if there is really anything you can do. I guess, I’m just coming to you to warn you. So you can prepare for the worst and maybe minimize the damage somehow.”

  “What do you mean?” Jim asked.

  “I’ve seen people get their lawyers involved and those contracts are iron clad. You basically sold your soul when you signed it.”

  “Crap.” Jim pointed to her glass. “You going to drink that?”

  “No, not sure why I ordered it. I hate beer. Want it?”

  “I think I need it.” Grabbing the glass, Jim downed a third of it in about ten seconds then placed it down, wiping his mouth with his hand. “You know, they took so much out of context with me. They totally made it look like I was sneaking around and trying to hook up with Michelle.”

  “That was the goal or became the goal.” Marci made quote marks with her fingers. “Sex therapist who can’t satisfy her man. Husband gets a wandering eye.”

  “Did you know Michelle was a porn star?” Victoria asked.

  “What?” Marci’s jaw dropped open. “No, I thought she was an actress!”

  “Well, if acting like you enjoy getting fisted qualifies then she’s an actress all right,” Jim quipped.

  “Holy crap.” Marci stared ahead blankly before her gaze shifted to Victoria. “They’ve sunk to a new low risking your daughter’s safety like that. Let’s get that bastard.”

  “But the lawyers can’t help,” Jim commented.

  “Probably not.” Marci nodded.

  “So, it’s hopeless.” Victoria picked up the glass and took a healthy sip.

  “Unless…” The production assistant’s eyes brightened a bit.

  “Unless what?” Jim asked.

  “Are you guys willing to play a little dirty? Well, a lot dirty?”

  “Shit yeah.” Jim chugged another gulp of beer before wiping his mouth.

  “Steve’s married with five kids… how to put this delicately… he’s completely homophobic and at the same time about as gay as a guy can be. I’ve heard him tell gay joke after gay joke and all the while he’s got so many links to gay porn on his computer it would make your head spin.”

  “Yeah, so what can we do with that?” Jim asked polishing off the last sip of beer.

  “He’s terrified of getting outed. I know it.” Marci leaned in close and added softly, “This one time I saw him beat the crap out of this guy for making an innocent joke about him being gay. The production company had to pay him a bunch of hush money. It was a giant mess.”

  “Oh my.” Victoria grabbed the beer, tipped back the empty glass then frowned at her husband.

  “Sorry.” He pointed to the empty glass until he got a nod from the bartender.


  “Those massages he gets every morning aren’t massages.” Marci shot them a knowing look. “The masseuses are all attractive men and there’s definitely more than a happy ending going on in there.”

  “How do you know?” Jim asked.

  “I walked in on him once, but he didn’t see me. With what I witnessed there was no doubt.” Marci widened her eyes. “You get proof of what he’s up to and I think he’ll do anything you ask. His wife is worth a fortune and he would never risk that by letting her find out.”

  “Well, we do have a little blackmailing experience and some of the equipment from our last operation.” Glancing sidelong to her husband, Victoria wore a naughty grin.

  “Operation?” Marci asked.

  “Never mind. It’s a long story.” Victoria shook her head.

  Marci paused a moment, frowning. “Problem is since we’ve been here he’s been complaining he’s not getting proper massages. I think that’s code for, you know…”

  “Oh.” Jim grimaced.

  “He wants me to find a new company. “

  “Have you found one?” Victoria asked.

  “Still working on it.”

  Jim flashed them a grin. “I think I might know someone. Actually I’m sure of it.”

  Marci said, “Great, I can get you keys to the mobile gym. The massage room is right there in the back. But we’ve got to do it fast. We wrap Thursday.”

  As the bartender dropped off an icy cold frosted mug of beer, the trio laid out their plan.

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  After some intense planning, thorough testing of the previously purchased recording equipment, two dry runs utilizing Jim as the massagee and Victoria playing the massager the group was ready to go.

  On Thursday morning at 6:30 am, with the production not starting this final day of shooting until eight, only Steve and Marci had reached the house. While the production assistant was in her trailer making copies of the shooting schedule, Steve was in the gym. Inside the house Victoria, Jim, Jillian and Brian were all sitting in front of a computer monitor, which showed a clear image of the massage table from three angles.

  Jim picked up the phone, dialing a number and telling the individual on the other end that they were ready.

  A few minutes later Steve was one set away from finishing his morning workout when there was a knock on the trailer door. He opened it to discover the tall, lean and attractive Sergey, standing there in his tight white yoga pants, matching white t-shirt and carrying a small bag.

  “I’m here for massage,” Sergey said, hands on hips, pushing his groin forward a bit showcasing the slightly stuffed bulge the group had fretted over earlier.

  During the preparations, Victoria thought the masseuse needed a little more padding down there while the boys disagreed. The group compromised a bit, but it was certainly hard to miss and Steve’s gaze went immediately there.

  “Right back here.” Steve tore his eyes from the masseuse’s prize and motioned to the door in the back of the trailer.

  Sergey entered the room first, placing his bag down on the table and opening it up. As he pulled out a bottle of massage oil and a towel, Steve removed his clothing and stood hands behind his back, waiting for his masseuse to see he was sporting just about half a hard-on.

  Sergey turned to him, raising his eyebrows upon noticing Steve’s condition. “I see you’re ready.”

  “I am.” Steve climbed up on the sheet-covered massage table, tucking his growing manhood down as he lay on his stomach.

  Forty feet away in the home office, the members of the operation watched the computer screen gape mouthed as Sergey approached the table, rubbing oil into his hands.

  Victoria said, “Jesus God, this guy doesn’t waste a second, does he?”

  “Nope,” Jim agreed.

  Steve lifted up a bit, sliding his hands down between his legs and adjusting the position of his penis. The masseuse rubbed his hands together again, cocking his head to the side for a better look.

  Jillian grimaced. “Just look at the way he’s spreading his legs apart… shameless.”

  “I do that,” Brian admitted.

  “Yeah, but we’re married and we actually know each other,” Jillian replied.

  “Jim, does that too.” Victoria paused a moment then continued, “Sometimes while he’s still soft, I like to curl it back and tease him by pressing it slightly into his own ass.”

  “Victoria!” Jim made a face.

  Jillian and Brian shared a disgusted look and Brian said, “Please stop sharing like this.”

  Jillian said, “I really hope you don’t discuss that on the show.”

  “We don’t, but it’s sorta fun.” Victoria looked up seemingly replaying the event in her mind. “It’s like a little game. He’s pretty long and it can reach, but it’s like a race against the clock to curl it back there before it gets too stiff.”

  “Is she still talking about this?” Brian closed his eyes, grimacing.

  “Yes,” Jillian grumbled.

  “She only did that to me once before I put a stop to it.” Jim replied, defensively.

  “Right, keep telling yourself that.” Victoria rolled her eyes.

  The group focused their attention on one of the camera views, which showed the best angle of Sergey rubbing oil into Steve’s back. The client’s now fully erect penis lay pointing down toward his feet along the table.

  “You’re sure we’re recording, right?” Victoria asked.

  “Yes, we’re getting it,” Jim replied.

  Sergey rubbed oil into his client’s glutes, spreading them apart and working them hard as Steve lay face down, his head cradled comfortably in the rest. Sergey glanced up for a moment, seemingly in search of the hidden camera’s location then returned to his duties.

  Moving to the foot of the table, the masseuse started working oil into Steve’s legs, running his hands slowly up then back down, curling them around to the inside of his thighs and brushing his oiled fingertips against the conniving producer’s balls.

  Steve’s moans grew louder as Sergey’s hands teased closer and closer to their intended target.

  Suddenly Steve pushed himself up by his arms, then flipped over. His erection stood tall and unwavering as he looked to his masseuse with a suggestive single raised eyebrow.

  Sergey smiled at Steve before moving to the side of the table and squirting more oil into his palm. Folding his hands behind his head, the client wore a wide smile as Sergey wrapped his hand around his shaft.

  Steve white-knuckle gripped the sides of the table as the masseuse took to using both hands to stroke him. Closing his eyes, Steve moaned loudly, thrusting his hips up and down in a slow rhythm.

  While Sergey continued stroking with one hand, he cupped his fingers around the bulbous head and twirled them back and forth quickly. Steve opened his eyes, craning his neck to his chest with his jaw hanging open, just to get a look.

  “I do that.” Jillian flashed the group a sexy grin.

  “When?” Brian turned to look at his wife.

  “Oh, wait, sorry. I’ve been meaning to do that. I read about it in an article,” Jillian admitted, sheepishly.

  “I was going to say,” Brian replied, frowning.

  “I promise I’ll try it soon.” Jillian placed her hand on Brian’s shoulder.

  After reaching for his masseuse’s waistband and coming up short, Steve shifted his position until his fingers grazed Sergey’s bulge. Tracing a line along his shaft with his eyes closed and his lips parted, the client moaned louder and bucked his hips faster in a steady rhythm timed with Sergey’s strokes.

  Suddenly Steve sat upright, wrapping his hand around the back of Sergey’s head and coaxing his mouth toward his erection.

  The four watched the screen unblinkingly. Jillian commented, “Brian pushes my head down like that.”

  Victoria nodded. “Jim too.”

  Brian said, “Pushes is probably the wrong word. I… I… gently suggest.”

  “Yeah…” Ji
llian rolled her eyes as she made quote marks with her fingers. “Brian gently suggests I blow him constantly.”

  “Mostly it’s just a joke.” Brian raised his palms up

  “Yeah, it’s hilarious,” Jillian grumbled.

  “Anyway, name a guy who doesn’t do that?” Brian looked at the two women, waiting.

  “He’s got a point.” Victoria conceded with a shrug.

  Jillian nodded casually and the four returned back to the screen.

  Sergey bent forward a bit then changed course, resisting and placing his hands on Steve’s thigh as he turned his head away.

  “Come on you know you want to suck it,” Steve said in a soothing, sexy voice.

  “I don’t.” Sergey moved away. “What kind of massage do you think this is?”

  “Um, the kind that starts off with a hand job and quickly gets better,” Steve shot back, slipping off the side of the table.

  “Well, it’s not.”

  “Either blow me or get the fuck out of here.” Placing his hands on his hips, Steve motioned with a head nod down to his erection.

  “I’m going.” Sergey waved a limp wrist at him, rushed to his bag, tossed in the bottle of oil and took off out the door.

  “Wow.” Jillian chuckled. “Maybe I should run out of the room on occasion too.”

  “Funny.” Brian shot her a frown. “You love doing that.”

  “You’re right.” Placing her hand on his arm, she gave him a smile.

  “So, I guess we have what we need,” Jim said.

  “I guess so,” Victoria said solemnly before exhaling sharply.

  “What’s wrong?” Jim asked.

  “I know he’s an asshole but I just feel weird about doing this,” Victoria said.

  “Yeah, but we had no choice,” Jim replied.

  “Guys.” Brian pointed to the screen. “Holy shit.”

  All eyes went there and their jaws dropped wide open.

  Riding a suction cup dildo attached to the floor, Steve was now bouncing up and down on it while he jerked himself off feverously. After about ninety seconds of vigorous movements, stroking and loud moaning he finally climaxed, sitting down fully on the anal intruder. Several large blasts of semen blasted up from him, dripping over his hand and running down the side of his shaft. Without hesitation, he brought his hand to his mouth, lapping up all his own fluid. Next he brought his hand to the root of him, ran it up his shaft collecting the remnants and brought that too his lips as well.