BUSINESS TRIP

PART 5

Rachel pushed a button and there was the sound of a printer. “Here hon, sign this. We try to get as many of these as possible, although it’s a hopeless task.”

Ann looked at the paper. It was a release. By now she was getting really, really depressed. Why hadn’t she just gone to the lake? The f*****g sun was coming out and here she was. Chasing the f*****g impossible.

“He did give me his card. He told me he was staying in the hotel.”

Rachel gave a little sigh. “Mr. Minton lives in the moment. He pays us to let him do that. Look, if I can get his attention, which I can’t promise, I’ll let him know you were here. You’re staying in the hotel? Okay. Till when?”

“Friday morning.”

“You coming back?”

“Maybe. This is the first time Brad let me come along to Austin. The way it’s going it may be the last.”

“I’ve got to tell you honey, Sam does not like complications. One and done, that’s the way he does it. You must have something, not sure I see it, if he gave you that card. But don’t get your hopes up. Maybe we can give you a little somethin’ to remember him by. Hey Marty, did the Bayou stuff from last night come in yet?”

“It’s up.”

“Okay, let’s see what we got here. There’s Sam. That you dancin’?” Rachel motioned Ann over to look at the computer screen.

“Yep.”

“I would never have guessed it. You’re flashing p***y there. Want that shot?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Okay let’s see what we’ve got from the back room.”

“What the f**k?”

“Honey, those mirrors are all one way. There are even cameras under the floor.”

“Damn.”

“Okay, we don’t want one with Sam’s face in it. Here, what about this?” It was what Ann had seen looking down at the reflective floor. His hand in her p***y, his c**k in her ass. But at a little wider angle so part of her face was showing.

“That’d be good.”

“Okay then.” The printer whirred again and Rachel produced a piece of paper with the two photos on it. Not nice quality photo paper, but the images were sharp enough. She scrawled something under them – Bayou, 6/15/91 RAJ and stapled on a business card. “Your reward for giving us the release so nicely.

“You trust me?”

“I do. You’re as honest as they come.”

“One of my best friends called me a conniving little b***h this morning. And you know what, I deserved it.”

“For what?”

“For trying to seduce my other best friend, my mentor, the manager who believed in me, the one,” Ann paused, choking back tears, “who loves me like a sister, a daughter. I heard him say that to his wife. Well not the love part. He’s not going to tell his wife he loves me, is he? But we’re really good friends, we travel together a lot.”

“This him?” Rachel scrolled back a few frames. “Sitting next to you? Honey, I got to tell you, you two look like a couple of movie stars.”

“Oh, his wife is very pretty. And bright like him. All these years he’s never paid a bit of attention to me. Or anyone else. Then yesterday at the lake things started to get a little crazy and I was telling myself it was just fortune, good or bad, just something we had stumbled into. But then Katie, that’s my other best friend, pointed out that I had moved my room next to his the day before. Why did I do that?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I went to the front desk to complain about the elevator noise and they said they only had three rooms left open. One of them was also near the elevator, one way the hell on the other side of the hotel and up two floors. And that one. So I was thinking to myself how convenient, and I got one of those guilty thrill tingles, know what I mean?”

“In your p***y?”

“Yeah, that kind. And I said give me that one. And they did. And then we went to the lake, and we saw each other naked.”

“First time?”

“Definitely.”

“How did that go?”

“He said I put the skinny back in skinny dipping. I decided he needed some work on his abs, and his c**k looked really small, but it’s just the kind that shrivels up. It’s pretty big once he gets going. Not like Sam, but pretty big.”

That provoked a chuckle from Marty, who had drifted closer and closer as the story had gone on. “Honey, sounds like you had yourself quite a night.”

“You could say that. How did you two wind up as Sam’s babysitters?”

“We run the business,” Rachel said. “But like you say, we spend a lot of time babysitting. Sam is like the goose that laid the golden egg. Everything we do depends on him. But keeping him doing it …. Your guy like that? He’s got that look.”

“No. Brad is very disciplined.”

“Oh. A boy scout?”

“That’s what I used to think.”

“What about you? You have a slutty side?”

“Not that I knew of. I guess I do.” Hard to deny, with the evidence of those images. “I guess I let the genie out of the bottle.”

“You gonna put it back in?”

“Not right away.”

“Well honey, let me give you some advice. What do you know about Sam? That he’s a smooth operator with a really big c**k. With your looks you can find plenty of guys who match that de***********ion. So don’t waste your time pining away for something that’s not gonna happen. Same with your business guy.”

“I know a lot about Brad.”

“And there’s a lot you don’t know, I’m willing to bet.”

“I used to think he was really admirable, but dull as the day is long. Now I know he has a wild side, and a really high s*x drive. Which he never lets out away from home. Well, he watches p**n flicks. But that’s about it. Oh, and he flirts a lot and he goes to Hippie Hollow.”

“It’s all look but don’t touch?” That provoked a little giggle from Ann. “Well, honey, why are you here, mooning away at Sam?”

“Maybe she likes that big black c**k,” Marty chuckled.

“You are such an asshole. What is it, ten years?”

“Twelve.”

“You’d think he grow up.”

“Because this morning he had hit the reset button. Maybe I had too. It was as if it had never happened.” She didn’t bother elaborating on what “it” was. “He was determined he was going to get his swim in, even if the weather was crappy. That was much more important than doing anything with me.”

“Did you offer him that choice?”

“What do you think? He can f**k me or whatever at his convenience, after the sun goes down. He needs to get in his f*****g swim while it’s still daylight. Really, that’s the way he thinks. So I thought maybe I’d use the time to look up Sam.” She wasn’t going to tell them about the p**n flick with the white girl and the black guy. Not that they weren’t all like that. The image Rachel had printed out for her had only reinforced her obsession.

“Even if there is a second time, honey, it won’t be the same. What you had was perfect. Take my advice and leave it at that.”

Sam walked into the office. He looked as if he’d been playing golf, of all things. “I need to get into that pool. With a few beers.” He realized there was a second lady. “Hello, I’m Sam.”

Ann took his huge sweaty hand. The one that had been buried in her p***y. “Ann. From last night.”

“Really? Well you sure do clean up nice, honey. Care for a little dip before dinner?”

This time Ann didn’t bother to say anything about getting a bathing suit. “Sure.”

She could sense Rachel’s eyes rolling as they went back out to the hallway. Sam pointed to a room with a lady symbol on it. “You can leave your clothes in there. Freshen up if you need to. Don’t worry, we’ve got this whole level to ourselves.”

She hurried to hang her work clothes in one of the lockers, to strain to purge herself so she wouldn’t be so messy this time, then to rinse off in the shower. When she went out the pool door, it was just as she had imagined. Except no groupies, just Sam and Rachel and Marty, the three of them naked, in long chairs positioned so that they were all in easy reach of the beer. Without that black suit hiding everything, Ann could see what a beauty Rachel had been once, still was, really. Long and narrow, but with big breasts, and a swelling butt that was a perfect counterpart to them. Her short dark hair, almost boyish, belied the sensuality of those breasts and butt cheeks. Marty had revealed a wiry body and a c**k almost as large as Sam’s.

“Well, well, well. Come on over honey and we’ll get acquainted.”

“Rachel and I talked for a while.”

“Ain’t talkin’ about that way, honey. Maybe you and Rachel were thinkin’ about doin’ more than just talk?”

Well the thought had not occurred to Ann. Not with the business lady in the business suit. Now though it did not seem so improbable. Rachel pushed up to the back of the chair and spread her legs out to each side. She had thick, dark lower lips, the pucker beneath them almost black. More than just a heavy tan. What was she? Part black, Semitic, Indian, maybe Latino or Polynesian. Whatever she was, it was a look in complete contrast to Ann. What did she taste like? Musky, pungent, sour. Ann hardly knew what her own taste was. Once or twice a girl had plunged a tongue into her mouth that was coated with it, but by that time her taste was mingled with another. Rachel had a really big c**t to go along with those thick lips. Almost like a little p***s. “Suck it honey, just like a cock.” That was Marty behind her, giving her that advice, and, it seemed, something else, a big something else trying to work its way into a butt that was still sore from the night before.

“Try my p***y first.”

“Thought you didn’t want it in the pussy.” That was Sam.

“I realized that was Brad’s rule, not mine.”

“Well okay honey. Let’s try that pretty little pussy.”

Marty wasn’t as big as Sam. It was the right hole. It should have been easy, but it wasn’t.

“Try sittin’ on it honey.”

That meant she had to give up on Rachel, who sat on Marty’s face instead, the two ladies facing each other as Ann tried to impale herself. What about Sam? Was he going to f**k Rachel? No, he was heading behind Ann.

“Oh my God! You gotta be kidding.”

There wasn’t room. It was going to spit her apart. Be careful what you wish for. Was she going to live out a fantasy, or was it going to kill her?

“Isn’t this what you wanted, honey?” Rachel grabbed her shoulders and pushed her further onto Marty. Oh my God, there wasn’t enough room, and Sam was working his way into her other opening.

“Ever do this, honey?”

“With girls. Dildos weren’t this big though.” Oh my God, how could she be making more room? How could there be so much pressure, so much sensation?

“That’s it honey, just relax and enjoy the ride.” Sam pulled out and moved between the ladies. Oh my God, was it messy? But he was pressing his c**k into Rachel’s mouth. Ann had seen that once on a p**n tape one girl’s s**t going into another girl’s mouth. Even her cheerleader sisters hadn’t come up with something as depraved as that. She couldn’t believe she was watching it happen right in front of her eyes, so close she could smell it, almost taste it. Then he went behind Rachel. What was he doing? The same thing he’d done to Ann. So what was next? Pretty obvious. There was no way she was going to lick up Rachel’s s**t.

Well, hadn’t she and a girlfriend licked each others assholes once? This was different though. Sam was going balls to butt with Rachel. Of course. They probably did some variation of this all the time, with or without a guest. Groupie, she was just another groupie, ready to do anything for a chance to f**k a celebrity. Except she hadn’t realized Sam was groupie bait, not exactly. Smooth, confident, experienced, yes, but really he didn’t have that God’s gift to women air about him. Just like Brad never puffed himself up as the super consultant. What had Brad been like in his single days? Jane must have been quite a prize, beautiful and brilliant. She was so lost in her reverie she absentmindedly opened her mouth. The same musky taste as Rachel’s p***y, more on the pungent side. Not bad, really.

“Nasty girl,” Sam purred. And he came, spewing c*m into her throat, so that she was sputtering, trying not to choke. Then it was Marty probing at her lips, eyes wide as she let him slide down her. No way she was going to try to deep throat Sam, but Marty was not nearly as thick. Okay, time to do Rachel, finish the job off. She started by plunging her tongue into what Sam had left gaping open. And that was the end of it. The ring of muscle trapped her as Rachel gasped.

“Want a beer?” Marty offered her a bottle from the bucket. Yeah, a beer would be the thing to wash everything down.

“You’re good,” Rachel said. “Ever think of turning pro?”

“A hooker?”

“No, movies. I can tell the camera loves you, just from those shots from the Bayou.”

“Too old?”

“Tell me Sam, how old do you think Ann here is?”

“Oh come on, Rachel. You know that’s one question a gentleman will never answer.”

A gentleman. Yes, in some odd way Sam was that. He could stick his c**k up your ass in a very polite way.

“She’s already told me. Ann, you got any problem if I tell Sam how old you are? He can look it up anyway, if he’s got the ambition.”

“Fine with me.”

“Okay, how old is she? Not that it matters, honey.”

“No, you have to tell me first how old you think she is.”

“”Well, I would have said late teens, early twenties, until I saw her all dressed up this afternoon. Now I’m not so sure.”

“Early thirties.”

“Well don’t that beat all. Honey you don’t look it at all. You’re like the car that only went to church on Sunday.”

“Tell you what hon, you’re going to be here a couple more days? How ‘bout I set you up for a little shoot Thursday? No need for an audition. This time good for you?”

“Not if the weather’s nice. We’ll be at the lake..”

“We could do it over there. No? Well, later in the evening then. Just tell your buddy you’ve got a date. Close enough to the truth. Or he can come watch, if you like. If you’d feel safer.”

“We have husbands come along to watch their wives,” Marty added. “Turns them on. ’Course then they see wifey doing all this stuff she never did at home.”

“You guys make p**n flicks? That’s your business?”

“We do it more as a hobby. Not that much money in it. We’ve produced a couple of regular movies, too. But it’s mostly the music.”

“You a singer, honey?” That was from Sam.

“Not really. Church choir, that’s about it.” That was enough to make Ann blush. What was she going to tell her choir ladies?

“We get some nice ladies,” Rachel said. “It’s something that they can do while hubbie’s off at work, the kids are in school.”

“Like Belle de Jour.” Ann sighed. She could tell she was headed for that with Evan. The little s*x they were having now would be no s*x at all by the time they had a couple kids.

“Okay honey, tell you what. Give us a call when you get back from the lake. Believe me, you’re better off doing this before you have your dinner. We’ll find some nice young studs for you. Not these two old rattletraps.”

“You ladies ready for another go ‘round with the rattletraps?” Sam asked.

“Are we ready? I’m always ready. What about you, hon?”

Well, not exactly. There wasn’t much left of her that didn’t feel over used. Sore, chafed, bruised, aching. It was hard to find all the adjectives needed to describe how unready her flesh was.

“Just teasin’,” Sam chuckled. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. Don’t want you to go from being the appetizer to being the entree, know what I mean?”

“What was I the last time, dessert?” No answer, and maybe it was just as well. “Well, I should get going. I told Brad I’d meet him at the happy hour. Thanks all. That was fun.”