From: Anne Bialecki Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 01:58:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Fanfic submission Source: direct .............. Chapter Eight Reyes: "And I need a drink," Roxanne said as she fanned herself with one of the scripts. "Jesus Christ, if you two keep it up we're all going to suffer from heat stroke in here. Great job! I can't wait to see what you do on my location shoots. Take your time getting up. God knows I am having a little trouble walking just from being back here. Raoul, get them a couple of robes, will ya?" Raoul nodded and got two white bathrobes and handed them to us. "Great job everybody! I can't wait to see how well this one goes on the site!" Roxanne smiled and left the room. I lay on my stomach after hearing Roxanne's command. It was blistery hot on the room and my hangover had finally started to subside. After all, I had no time to think about it during this last sexual excursion with John. Damn, he was soooo good. It almost made me forget about his fling with the cheap blonde, but the fact of the matter that still remained was he never told her about me. There had to be something done about that little fact alone and I had an idea of how I could get that accomplished. "What are you doing today?" John whispered to me in his sexy voice. "Probably getting something to eat and going back to the hotel so I can shower and get some rest." Eating and shower, yes. Rest? Well, probably not if he was going to be around. "Can I spend the day with you?" He looked at me with these puppy-dog eyes that were begging my forgiveness. I looked deep into his eyes. I could tell he still felt pain for what he had done, but for some reason it still wasn't good enough. I wanted him to be mine forever, but I couldn't make it work when he'd been insincere to two people. "Under one circumstance," I started as I paused for a moment," Your nipples get done today." John rolled his eyes and flopped to his back. "I was hoping you forgot about that." "Bet's a bet, John. Come on, I'll be there with you and I promise I will make it worth your while." I shot a playful grin at him knowing that he hadn't seen that since his little problem began. We put on our robes and headed back out to the bar area where the party was last night. I was pretty spent from this morning and wanted nothing more than to crash into bed, but I wanted to make today a lot of fun...at least for me. Roxanne was at the bar drinking a shot of something. "I had your clothes put in the bathroom. I figured you would want to at least get some rest, Monica. I can't believe what I just saw in there. It's the best chemistry I have seen between two people in a long time." Roxanne spoke in her sexy voice. She eyed me up and down again, much to John's disapproval. "You two get some rest. I have a shoot planned for Lake Havasu in a few days. I got the lake shut down for the shoot and was able to get some more time so the other 'employees' can have some fun, so be ready for that, OK? And let me know when you have your account information handy so I can wire the money to you for this." "Thanks, Roxanne." I said. "Mon, I'm gonna go get dressed," John said as he darted off to the bathroom. Perfect: Time for my plot to unfold. "Roxanne, could I ask you something?" "Anything." She took a swig of her drink. "Body piercing...Where did you get yours done?" My wheels were turning. "I can't remember the name of the place, but it's on the strip past Circus Circus. They do tattoos and piercing." "Can I use your phone really quick?" I started to sound anxious, but if I was going to have the effect I wanted, I needed to move quickly and discreetly. Roxanne nodded and I went to the phone at the end of the bar. I dialled Eric's pager number quickly and hung up the phone. Moments later the phone rang and Roxanne answered it. "It's for you," she said as she handed it over to me. "Hello?" I said. "Monica," It was Eric. "Hey cutie what'd you need? Is he bugging you still?" "It's still not right, Eric. I know he's holding out still. He hasn't told her about me yet." My voice almost sounded desperate, but I knew it was convincing. "Well, I know it's only been a couple days and I just got here, but fuck it. I'm coming out there. I can do my digging there for a couple of days. It's time I set that guy straight for you. He obviously doesn't know what he's got. I'll call you at your hotel room when I get off the plane." His voice sounded excited. Deep down inside I was, too. I had a master plan I knew would work. I hung up the phone when I saw John approaching. "Your turn," he said with a sexy smile on his face. God, that was always the hook for me. Wait until I get him back to my suite... I went and changed my clothes and we went outside and got the truck. We headed off to Wells Fargo Bank and opened up our checking accounts and then we went to have a quick lunch. When we were done with that I took him to the tattoo parlour that Roxanne recommended for piercing. We walked in and there was this guy who looked like he was affiliated with the Hells Angels: Tattoos down both arms, long, ratted hair, piercings in his face, and latex gloves on his hands. "What can I do for you?" he asked in a rough voice. "Yes, he's here to get his nipples done," I replied with a smile. John looked over at me with a worried look on his face. No, make that petrified. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked. "I'll be enjoying you more later," I said seductively. The piercer got two stainless silver rings out from under a glass counter and motioned for us to go with him to the back. The place smelled of incense of some kind, though I seriously doubt it was the legal type. We went to the back room and there was a padded table in the middle of the room with a tray of various needle sizes, Vaseline, Listerine, a sink, and a box of latex gloves. "Lay down," the guy told John. "Take off your shirt." John did as he was told. He handed his shirt to me and the piercer opened a sterile needle and the two nipple rings. He took the silver beads off of both of them and dipped the ends in the Vaseline and set them on the tray. He rubbed John's nipples down with some alcohol really quick and then took a marker to mark the spot where he was going to pierce so that both would be the same. I could tell John was getting nervous as he fidgeted a little. "This is going to hurt. I'm not gonna lie to you, so you might want to take in a deep breath." John sucked in a deep breath as the piercer took the needle and pushed it through the first nipple. "JESUS CHRIST!" John shouted. The piercer looped the first nipple and went to the next one receiving the same response as the first one. When the beads were snapped on, I handed John his shirt. Tears were forming in his eyes and his face was beet red. "Make sure you keep those clean and try not to play with them. Use liquid Dial to clean them in the shower and you can also use Hibiclens. Don't use alcohol or peroxide. You can speed up the healing process by taking zinc supplements. You can pay up front." The piercer left the room. John's nipples pierced made me hot for him. The looked really sore and red, but I couldn't help but picture myself biting and nibbling on those things. He put his shirt back on and grimaced when the material rubbed past his nipples. "I hope you're happy," he grumbled as he stood up. "Oh, I'm very happy," I said smiling. We went up front and paid for the service and went back to my hotel room at the MGM. When I opened the door John looked around, amazed at the size of the place. "So this is the room you won?" He asked. "Yep, has a couple of things I still haven't tried." I led him to the bedroom and pointed at the bed and then pointed to the marble-tiled bathroom with the Jacuzzi. "I'd like to try them with you." I turned to face him, rubbing my hands against his crotch. My touch resulted in his immediate response of erection. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. He bent down and pressed his lips firmly into mine, opening his mouth for a duel of tongues. "I want you, Monica. I want you in the Jacuzzi." John growled in between kisses. I could feel the electricity igniting our passion once more. It was almost like I could never say no to him. I broke free of him and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" I grabbed the ice bucket that was on the table by the door. "I'll be right back. Get the water running, OK?" I walked out the door and down the hall to the ice machine. It had an 'out of order' sign on it so I had to go to the next floor to get some ice. When I came back to the room John was already in the spa with the jets running. "What took you so long?" John asked over the noise of the jets. "Had to get some ice." I shook the bucket and set it on the nightstand by the bed. "What are you gonna do with that?" He asked with a devious smile. "You'll find out," I smiled back. I stood in the doorway as I stripped my clothes off slowly, one at a time. John stared with hunger in his eyes and I could tell his breathing was getting heavy. I could read all over his face that he was on fire for me. After I kicked away the last article of clothing I slowly walked into the bathroom staring into John's eyes with each step. I opened the shower door and turned the showerhead on; I needed to at least shave everything. "I'll be right out." "Hurry," I heard John through the shower spray. I rushed through my shower, washing my hair and shaving as quickly as I could. The look that John was sending me was going to the core of my soul. I turned off the shower and stepped out, showing him my wet, naked body. "Get in here," he ordered. I did as he told me and I slowly put my feet into the hot steamy water. I stood over him as he put his hands on my hips and slowly pulled me down onto his lap. I pinned him against the side with my arms around his neck aggressively kissing him with full tongue action. I stuck it in as far as I could get it to taste every drop I could of him. I growled into his throat and that seemed to make him respond back aggressively as he tightly gripped my ass. I could feel his hardness rub against my clit which was swelling to astronomical proportions. My body had reacted so quickly to him I didn't know if I could handle any foreplay this time. I moved down his neck, sucking, licking, and biting him as I went along. He tasted so good to me I could eat him alive. He groaned loudly and wrapped a set of fingers in my wet hair. I ran my fingers down his chest, lightly touching his sore nipples and playing with his new additions. He gasped in pain, but I knew it would hurt him but I didn't care. He was ultimately going to suffer in the end when I was through with him. My lips followed my hands down his chest and I could feel John watching my every move. He pulled me back to his lips and our mouths met openly in the heat of the moment. I loved the breathing he used when he kissed me. I loved the way it tasted; I love the way he tasted. He pushed his hard erection into my center and I pushed down on him as I went down. I felt myself getting light headed from the initial joining but I rode him up and down as the pleasure from it all was worth it. "I want you in the bed..." I moaned. I threw my head back and he kissed my neck and tasted my flesh with his tongue. "Not yet.." He growled. He suckled on my breasts as he pushed up into me hard, causing me to jerk violently. I felt like coming for him just from his forcefulness. "God, John..." I whispered as I ran my tongue across his lower lip. I felt myself approaching a climax. "I need to stop.." I pushed off of him and I got out of the spa and headed for the bed. I got on the edge on my knees and I felt his hand on my head, pulling it back into his mid-section. He kissed my neck, licking and biting harder than before. It hurt a little but it excited me. I turned around and sat on the edge in front of him and licked him from his navel to his collarbone, my hands following. I went back to his piercings and stopped. I put a piece of ice in my mouth and started to suckle on his jewelry, going from one side to the other. I could see John's legs tense from my little torture. When the ice was melted, I moved down to his hard cock, coolness still filling my mouth. When I engulfed him he jumped a little from the sudden coolness. I swallowed all of him as I massaged his balls and the inside of his thighs. His head bobbed back and forth with my up and down movements, causing me to suck him harder. "God Monica, how do you do that to me?" He was moaning loudly now and his reaction was about to put me over the edge. John pushed me down on my back and he entered me hard again. I ran my fingers down his back; digging into him so hard I drew blood from his skin. I laced my legs with his to pull him in more. He stopped and picked me up, arms under my knees. He slammed me into the wall by the bathroom as he forced himself into me harder and harder as I struggled to catch my breath. I grabbed his nipple rings knowing it would hurt and gave them a little squeeze. John pushed into me so hard I thought my tailbone was going to bruise from this session of hotness. He put me back onto the bed where I got onto all fours and he entered me with a handful of my hair in his hands. Simultaneously he pulled on my hair and he pushed inward. He moved both hands down to my shoulders by my neck. I could feel him swell as he pumped harder and harder. "Fuck, Monica!!" He was starting to hyperventilate the closer we both got. His hands were squeezing me so tight they were starting cut off my air supply. Blood rushed to my face as I felt my clit quivering over his cock "Come on, baby, do it again like before." I reached a hand around behind me to gently push him off of me and he went to his back. I kissed him hard as I straddled him with my back facing him. I rubbed his hard cock over my clit, massaging gently. His breathing was short and sharp as I did this and I gently glided him back into me. I rubbed his balls more as I bobbed up and down on him. I felt his hands in my hair once more and he pulled hard, forcing my head back. One hand went to the skin on my back and what nails he had dug into my flesh. He was getting close so I rode him harder and harder with each downward motion. "Monica...I...I'm soooo..." I felt him spill into me and I came a second time with every muscle tensing in my body. I got up off of him and lay down with my arm across his chest. I kissed his flesh as his chest rose and fell quickly from our activity. "God I love you..."he whispered to me. "Really?' I asked. "Then why don't you level with me?" "What do you mean?" There was confusion in his voice. "Have you told her about me?" I looked up to his eyes. "Who?" "Jesus, you know who. That blonde bimbo you hang out with." "Does it matter?" That answered my question. "Actually yes, and I take that as no she doesn't know." The phone rang and I answered it. I was expecting John's response, but it still stung nonetheless. "Hello?" "Baby, it's Eric. My plane just landed. Can you get me?" Eric's voice sounded excited. Inside I was, too. "Of course. I'll be there shortly." I hung up the phone and looked over at John. "Who was that?" John asked. "Put your clothes on. I am going to drop you off at your other girlfriend's place so you can tell her what is really going on. I need to pick someone up at the airport." I got up and put my clothes on. Blue jeans, my Doc Martens, and a black mini top with spaghetti straps and no bra. "Mon, does it matter?" John asked in desperation as he put his clothes on. "If you love me as much as you say you do, then yes." I was stern about it and he wasn't going to weasel his way out of it. We went down to the truck in the parking garage and he just slumped into his seat. He gave me directions to the slut's place and I parked out front. "What happens after I tell her?" He asked softly. "I don't know right now," I replied as I stared straight ahead. "That hurts. What you do makes me hurt inside. I can't live without you, but if you keep doing this to me I don't think I can handle it. You need to figure it out." John got out of the truck and I locked the doors with the electric switch on the inside of my door. I pushed the passenger window button and lowered the glass a little. "Monica, I love you." John peered into the crack in the tinted glass. "We'll see how much you really do love me, John." I bit my lower lip. "Who are you getting from the airport?" His hands were resting on the door. I looked over at him with my chin tucked down. "I'm picking up Eric." I peeled off leaving a stunned John no chance to react to my last statement. I didn't look back to watch his reaction as I drove off to the airport. Eric was waiting at the curb and I stopped to let him in. He had dyed his hair black and was starting to sport a goat-t on his chin. He had a carry on bag and a laptop with him. I put the brakes on the truck and got out to greet him. "I just can't stay away from you, Monnie." Eric laughed as he put his arms around my waist and picked me up in a bear hug. "Where's the boyfriend?" He looked around to find John. "I dropped him off at his girlfriend's house so he could explain to her why he smells like me..."I smiled devilishly. Eric put his arm around me and we both leaned against the truck. "Let me get this straight...You did him and then took him back to her..." I nodded and he threw his head back in laughter. "Turning the tables...Paybacks are a bitch. Since he's nowhere to be found..." Eric faced me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips that was electrifying. "If he can't shape up he's going to lose out big time. Come on, I'll drive us back." He put his stuff behind the driver's seat as we got into the truck and he pulled out into traffic as we made our way back to the hotel. "So what's new?" I told him about my first shoot that morning and I could see the lust forming in his eyes. "Sorry I missed that. You show that chick your home video?" I nodded with a smile. "Well, then, I hope I get to see a little more of that filming action while I'm here." He grinned and placed a hand on my knee. We made our way back to the hotel and he put his stuff on the sofa. "This is a nice place that you won, cutie." He wrapped his arms around my waist and his green eyes looked deep into mine. "So what else did you do to him prior to my arrival?" I told him about the bet John and I placed and the piercing session with his nipples. "You just love torture, don't you?" He joked as he tickled my sides as I laughed and struggled to get away from him. We ended up on the bed with him pinning me down. His lips inches from mine we sat there in silence for an eternity. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. At this moment in time with John not coming up to par I wouldn't mind having a go with Eric. Eric pulled away from me shaking his head. "I can't do this to you. It would just be bringing you down to his level. I don't want to be the one you rebound to. If I have you I want it to be right." He whispered in my ear and he buried his face in my shoulder and hugged me. Reality came back to me as well and I agreed. It wasn't the time. "Though I am gonna get under his skin while I am here..." We both laughed and he got up and headed to the couch. "I'll be out here if you need me." He closed the shudders to the bedroom and I readied myself for bed. I was spent from the sex with John and my muscles were feeling sore. With Eric here I should sleep quite well tonight. Chapter Nine Candy: The moment I'd laid eyes on John DiSalvo it was lust at first sight. He'd walked into the bar and the initial thing I'd noticed was his lithe body and the way he wore his clothes. It all just made me determined to see what was underneath them. I knew I would. I could have just about any man I wanted so I only chose the best. It was when I walked up to him and saw those crystal blue eyes that perfectly chiseled face and then heard his magic voice; it made me even more determined. He liked what he saw too. That expression on any man was a dead give away. I didn't hesitate to lure him into my clutches. An unmarried, sexy man like him was a rare find and I'd wondered whether he'd perhaps been married recently but feeling the smooth area on his ring finger revealed that this was not the case. Men could be putty in a beautiful woman's clutches and I knew I'd lured him when he actually followed me to the strip club. The hours of working out each week paid off when it came to my line of work. I was the most highly paid stripper at the club and the tips I made kept me living a very comfortable lifestyle. The club had paid for my hotel room during my employment there, which helped me to save a deposit on an apartment close by. It would only be a month or two then and I'd be able to move out and into my own place. John had been with me twice and each time we had made out. Something bothered me though. Both times we'd ended up in bed but it had stopped short of physical union. The first time I'd given him a blow job and he'd worked wonders on my pussy with those nimble fingers of his but when I'd rolled on top of him wanting to go further he gently placed me back on the bed and said he had to go. There was no excuse. He just kissed me then left, leaving me wondering if I'd see him again. The second time he stayed with me the whole night after the party at Roxanne's. We'd ended up in bed once again, this time working his magic with his tongue on my body but again stopped short of making love. He fell asleep beside me and I'd watched his adorable face and the gentle rise and fall of his chest for at least an hour before I too fell victim to sleep. All through our make-out sessions he'd appeared agitated somehow and it all seemed to stem from his acquaintance with the dark haired lady who'd entered the amateur night at the club. She had a great body and her act was clearly the best but no way was I going to lose him to her. I had plans to get him into bed and have my way with him soon no matter what. When there was a knock on my hotel room door I considered adding some more clothing but decided just to keep on my oversized T-shirt. I liked to be comfortable in my own quarters so wore no underwear, just the one article. Whoever it was would probably be leaving soon anyway. "John!" "Hi Candy." He looked adorable in his navy blue T-shirt and those jeans that hugged all the right places. "This is a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you. Come in." As he walked to the sofa and sat down my eyes inadvertently scrolled down to his chest. It took me only moments to realize what John had done. "So are those to enhance your performance at the club's next amateur night?" I grinned. He looked down and chuckled, "Put it this way, I lost a bet." "Oh? Want to tell me?" Sitting next to him on the sofa I leaned in and touched each ring through the fabric and knew he was still tender. He tried not to show his discomfort to me. "Can I see?" My hands went down to pull up his T-shirt but his hands quickly covered mine stopping them in their path. I looked into his eyes for the reason but his face softened and he let me continue the journey. Oh, how I wanted this man! We had shared a bed the previous night and I wanted our relationship to go further. I pulled out his T-shirt and I lifted it, careful not to cause more pain. My fingers trailed north over his abdominal muscles and chest then pulled the T-shirt up and over his head. "Ooh, very nice." I marveled at his shapely chest hardly looking at the rings at all. "You must tell me more about this bet of yours but first, have you eaten?" He shook his head. "Come on, I was about to have dinner. I always make a double lot anyway, so I can have some the next day." As I took his hand he went for his T-shirt. "Uh uh John, leave it off!" My voice had sexy resolve. "Okay then," he chuckled. I could feel his eyes burning into me from behind. The T-shirt I was wearing barely covered my ass and he certainly would have shown him I wasn't wearing underwear. Every step I made from then on was luring him more and more into my trap. We'd had dinner when John asked if he could take a shower. I thought this odd because he had his own place to shower but at least it was keeping him with me. He still hadn't told me why he was there. Was it for sex at last? The sound of the water running and the image of John's naked, glistening body drew me to the bathroom. I slipped the T-shirt over my head noiselessly and opened the shower door. He turned quickly at the intrusion. "Candy, we can't do this." I was surprised by this comment especially with what we'd done the previous two days. "Oh?" My fingers went to his chest and trailed their way down changing his mind with every centimeter. John's obvious enjoyment of my fingers' journey was beginning to show. It was all too easy to turn men on. I knew there had been something on his mind but that could be discussed later. All I wanted to do then was give him pleasure. "So, who goes first with the soap?" My question was answered as John lathered up his hands then went to my shoulders first. As he relathered and covered my body with his hands, not leaving any part untouched, his eyes followed his every movement. He was enjoying soaking in the feel of my skin and curves and it was exciting me beyond words. When he lingered at my pussy and once again brought me to screaming orgasm I knew I had to have him in bed that night. Our relationship needed to be cemented with physical union. It was my turn with the soap and lathered his whole body before getting the washcloth and wiping it all off with slow deliberate strokes. Every so often we stopped to kiss. This man was the best kisser I'd ever known. He started off slowly just touching my lips with his then began brushing them across mine. He used his tongue to gently pry open my mouth and as soon as my mouth opened his did too and he plunged in, rocking our bodies from side to side, as our mouths locked in a drawn out, erotic kiss. My hands trailed down to his now very stiff cock and my fingers wrapped around it. As we continued the kiss I gave him a hand job, slowing down every so often to feel his rock hard balls. I felt the breath from his nose on my cheek and knew he was beginning to orgasm, indicating for me to go faster. The faster I went the more breath I felt on my skin. The small whimpers coming from his throat urged me on. Then I felt extra warmth on my hand and stomach and a guttural groan and felt smug in the fact I could do this for him. We'd washed everything off our bodies, toweled each other dry when I took him by the hand to my bed. .......................... Doggett: All thought of Monica and what she'd asked me to do left my mind as I looked at the heavenly creature in front of me. Not only did her skin radiate a golden color, her face glow on seeing me, her beautiful large green eyes lock with mine, but also she had a body to die for. I knew I was in lust not love but I couldn't help my thoughts. It was as though my mind and body had no control when I was with her. I loved Monica and wanted her but she was acting strangely lately and I wasn't sure if she felt about me the same way. I'd told her I loved her but she hadn't replied the way I'd expected. The sex was terrific though. Our bodies just meshed as though they were always meant to be together. Why was Eric coming back, that snark? I hoped it was to give us some good news about his findings in DC and not to claim Monica for himself now that there was a little tension between us. After the meal then shower, Candy had asked me to her bed and I couldn't refuse. There was something about her that was irresistible. She could have any man so why she chose me was incomprehensible. There must have been other men and recently. Who could not look at her and see her radiant beauty and lust fill their very being. We slipped under the covers and we held each other close. "So Candy, why me?" I needed to hear it from her own lips. "You John? You're just about the sexiest guy I've ever known and you're not married. You don't know how many married men out there I have to reject." "You haven't got a boyfriend?" She wriggled a little uncomfortably and I urged her to talk. "Tell me about him." She paused an inordinate amount of time but I allowed her some grace before replying. "We had a silly misunderstanding. I don't really want to talk about it, okay?" "Okay," I said slowly. "So I noticed you talking to the woman who won amateur night. You know her?" It was my turn to be uncomfortable as it all rushed back into my memory. The real reason Monica had dropped me off there was to explain about our relationship to Candy, and what had I done? We were in bed together after bringing each other to thunderous orgasms in the shower. She began running fingers over my hip and around to my ass and placed her lips on mine as I thought. She was beginning foreplay once again and I knew I had to make a decision whether to pleasure her without consummation or to just go ahead and do it no matter the circumstances. I was still debating this as she leaned in for a longer kiss and I felt her breasts and crotch against me. Once again my body was taking over and I knew that this time we'd go further. I lay on top of her looking into her delirious, sex-smitten eyes, as both our bodies were ready for final union. My cock pressed against her wetness and I was about to push inside. It was then we heard a loud crash come from the other room. We both jumped at the sounds and I put a finger to her lips and went, 'Shhh, do you have a gun?" "In the top drawer," she whispered. She drew the covers to her when I got out of bed to find the gun. Weapon out in front I quietly moved to the other room to see what the commotion was about but saw the front door open and a figure attempt to leave. "Freeze, I have a weapon!" The figure stiffened and turned to face me, something in his hand. Just then Candy came out of the bedroom with a robe on. "Rocky, what are you doing?" I looked at Candy with disbelief. She knew this guy? "What's that in your hand?" "Ah..," was all he could say. "Give it here!" Candy walked over to him and took what very much looked like a videotape. "That's our tape Rocky. What were you doing?" "I see you didn't waste any time. Who's he?" "He's a friend." "Looks like more than a friend, you sleeping with him?" Realizing I was still naked I went back into the bedroom to at least put on some clothes. As I pulled up my briefs I could hear heated banter coming from the other room. Rocky must have been this recent boyfriend of hers. She clearly still held a flame for him. The talk stopped and I heard the front door slam just as I was pulling up my jeans. When my T-shirt was going over my head Candy came back into the room. "What was that all about?" "We made a porn videotape together and he was worried I was going to sell it. He's a clergyman's son and it would be devastating for the family if it ever got out. I wasn't going to sell it, I was only joking but he thought I was serious." I pulled up my socks and began tying up my Nikes. "John, what are you doing?" I saw disappointment in her eyes but I just had to do this. Monica was my love not Candy. If it wasn't for our intruder I would have impaled Candy with my trusty sword by now and that deed alone could have meant a lifetime without the love of my life. I was going to have to make it all up to her somehow. As I kissed Candy on the cheek and told her I'd see her soon I tried not to look at her eyes as I made my way to her door. Tomorrow morning I'd pay a visit to the florist on the way to Monica's hotel to try and make peace. .................... Chapter Ten Reyes: I awoke to the sound of Eric typing on his laptop. I opened the shudders to the bedroom and he sat there with jeans on and no shirt. From his Spaniard heritage he has a nice bronze color to his skin and he had a tribal tattoo on his right bicep. He must have heard me because he looked up and smiled. "Morning, beautiful. Sleep good?" He had such a beautiful smile. I nodded. "Yeah, the best since I've been here. I'm gonna take a shower." I grabbed a fresh mini-tee, bra and underwear and headed in for my shower. As the hot water hit me, I could still smell John's scent on me. There was something about that man's natural scent that seemed like it was love potion number; it drove me absolutely wild. I shampooed and soaped up, rinsing it all away monetarily afterwards. I got out and towel-dried myself off and ran a brush through my wet hair. I heard a knock at the door and I quickly put my clothes on and rushed out. When I got to the door Eric had already answered it: John was standing there with a dozen red roses and a pissed off look on his face since I wasn't the one who answered the door. Eric was sarcastic as ever. "For me, John? You cutie, you shouldn't have." "Fuck you, Eric," John blurted out as he came inside the room. Eric took a sniff of the air and so did I: Her perfume...had to be her perfume. "Well, John, it would seem I'm not the one who's been fucking around. You have." Eric crossed his arms. "It would seem you think that eatin' ain't cheatin'." "What the hell is he doing here? Did you sleep with him last night just to get back at me?" John's voice started to elevate. "If she did what are you gonna do about it?" Eric pushed. "Doesn't feel too good, does it Johnny?" John threw the flowers at Eric and pushed him up against the wall. "John!" I yelled. God, were we going to have a fistfight in my room? "Go ahead and hit me, John, if you think it will make yourself feel any better." John still had a hand pressed into Eric's shoulder with the other one raised up clenched into a fist. "What the hell's the matter with you? You have the most beautiful girl in the world and you blow it on some cheap blonde who likes to wear stenchy perfume. I would do anything to have Monnie as my own and if you keep it up, vultures like me are lying in wait. I'll take her from you, John, and you will never see her again. So why don't you get your damned hands off of me before this gets really ugly and think about that." John blinked a few times and backed away. He then turned to me. He had this guilt-stricken look on his face. "Did you SLEEP with him?" he asked me once more. "No. He slept on the couch last night." I said softly with honest eyes. John looked down at the floor. He probably just what kind of ass he just made out of himself. With him closer to me I could smell that perfume that was venting from his body. "You went to her again last night, didn't you?" My eyes drilled through him. "At least I can show restraint." I went to brush by him to see if Eric was all right and he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me around to face him. "Monica-" he started. I pulled my arm from him forcefully and smacked him in the chest where his piercings would be. I knocked the wind out of him and he doubled over in pain. I walked past him and went up to Eric. "Are you okay?" I asked him as I rubbed his arm. "Yeah. You? I'm sorry about that. Didn't want to start anything but he obviously did." Eric reached into his duffle bag and put on a tight fitting black tank top. I was stuck in a trance staring at his muscles when the phone rang. Eric smiled and looked at me with his gorgeous green eyes. "Are you gonna answer that?" I shook my head to snap myself out of it. "Um, yeah. I probably should." I walked past John and answered the phone at the end of the couch. "Hello?" "Hi Monica, it's Roxanne. Sorry to bother you but is John with you?" Her voice sounded a little anxious. "Yep. He's here. What's up?" I asked. "We have had a change in plans. I was supposed to get Lake Havasu at the end of the week for a shoot but it looks like park officials have changed their plans. They're giving it to me tomorrow which means we have to leave today to get everything set up. Can you guys make it over here right away? And bring an overnight bag just in case." She seemed to be pumped up. "Yeah, we'll be there." I hung up the phone. "We gotta go." "Go where?" John asked. "That was Roxanne. We're doing a shoot at Lake Havasu tomorrow and we have to leave today." I got up and started to pack my things for the road trip. "Can I come with you?" Eric asked with hopeful eyes. "No," John blurted. I shook my head. Always the jealous type even though he's got a chick on the side. "Yes, you can come." I zipped up my bag and grabbed the keys to the truck and my hotel room. "We'll have to drop him back off at his girlfriend's so he can get his things." I pointed over to John who was now sitting on the couch. "I think we should make him walk," Eric chuckled. John didn't seem too amused, though. "Go fuck yourself you lowlife piece of shit." John's hands were clenching so much his knuckles turned white. "Look in a mirror lately?" Eric asked John. Eric grabbed his duffle bag and his laptop and the three of us headed to the elevator. The doors opened and we got inside. Eric took my hand in his and gave me a peck on the cheek. John's face was turning a light shade of red and I could tell he wanted to hit him but I stood in his way. We got to the casino level and made our way through the jingling of slot machines to the escalator to the parking garage. Eric put his arm around me as we walked and I reached up and clasped my fingers with his. "I can't believe this." John said in disgust. "You came out here just to take her away from me, didn't you?" "If you hadn't fucked some blonde behind her back I wouldn't have to be here." I unlocked the truck and Eric took the keys from me. "I'll drive, babe." He walked me over to the passenger side and I hopped into the back and John the front. Eric got into the driver's seat and started the truck. "You see, John, we both have what the other wants right now. You are getting what I want and I am getting what you want. The question is: how can we obtain both? You have a short little contract and when that expires, she doesn't have to do shit with you. You might want to figure out a way to dump your baggage before it's too late." "Don't lecture me," John stared straight ahead as we made our way back to Candy's hotel room. We pulled up out front of the nightclub and John opened the truck door. "See you soon," Eric said to him with a smile. John got out and flashed an angry stare at us both before he went upstairs. Eric followed him with his eyes and shook his head. "He still doesn't get it. At least I can control myself a little." He pulled out into traffic and we drove over to Roxanne's. We pulled into the back as a semi and an RV went by us. A silver Excursion was parked by the garage with a trailer hitched to the back that had a large boat and two Sea-Doos. Another trailer sat next to the Excursion with two red motorcycles tied down on it. Eric and I parked the truck by the motorcycles and got out. Roxanne came around from the front of the Excursion with short jean shorts and a sports bra top. Her olive skin tanned as she stood there and I could see Eric start to salivate. Her long black hair was in a ponytail and she wore a baseball cap that said "Las Vegas Thunder." "Glad you could get here on such short notice. There was a BIG miscommunication with Lake Havasu's people. They thought we had the lake for tomorrow and not this weekend. We have to shoot tomorrow or else we'll be waiting a while before I can get the lake to ourselves." She looked over at Eric. "New friend?" "Um, yeah. My moral support." I chuckled. She looked him up and down. "Very nice." She paused. "That truck has a hitch to tow the bikes? We're going to Arizona and I want to take advantage of the 'no helmet law' there." "Yeah, it's got a hitch. I'll hook it up." Eric squeezed my shoulder with his hand and went to hook the trailer to his truck. Moments later John arrived with Candy. I shook my head and turned away because I really didn't want to see it right now. John and Candy got out of the car and John walked up to me. "Monica, I'm sorry for what happened at the hotel." He said in a low tone. "I'm sorry you cheated on me." I looked deep into his eyes and shared in the painful chemistry that was running between us. I had waited so long for him only to be thrust out of the way again by his inability to see the big picture. If it hadn't been for his little venture out with a stripper I would have suggested getting hitched at one of the small chapels on the strip. That was obviously not going to happen now. "Hey, John. Glad you could make it, too. You want to ride in the Excursion with me? Got plenty of room for a football team in there. You can bring her along. I allowed my employees to bring one guest each for this trip. We're only going to be there for a day, so I hoped you packed light." Eric came back around from hitching the trailer to see John and I locked in a stare. "Gee, it's been so long since I last saw you..." He chuckled sarcastically and I could tell it was pissing John off. Roxanne handed Eric a Nextel phone. "It's already set up for Direct Connect. It's like a walkie-talkie except digital. If something comes up just press the button on the side and speak. Let's go." Roxanne jogged over to her Excursion and jumped in with John and his blonde squeeze getting into the back seat. I shook my head and got into Eric's truck. We pulled out after Roxanne and we were on our way to Arizona. "So tell me about your next shoot," Eric started as he kept his eyes on the road. "Actually, I'm not sure what we will be doing. But, judging that she's taking a boat I think that is going to be the staging area." I replied. "Well, all I can say is I look forward to it if it's anything like what I saw at my place." He chuckled and I remembered him taking his own video while John and I were 'busy' in his bedroom. "I just hope it's as good as the last shoot," I said thinking about the future scenario. "With what has transpired and all." "Monica, he brought her along. You gotta put on a good show to piss her off. Show her how he likes to be done and make her feel inadequate. I don't know if it will resolve what is going on with you two, but it's a step in the right direction." Eric paused and put a hand on my leg. "I meant what I said back in Vegas when I told John I would take you away if things didn't work out. If he can't figure out that true love has been staring at him in the face all of this time he will learn the hard way." "Always coming to my rescue..." I laughed. "Hey, somebody's gotta do it!" Eric laughed back. "Look how it all went with Brad, Mon. If he can't shape up then he's gonna ship out 'cause I'll be moving in." I knew Eric was serious but I'm not so sure that I was. Everything was happening too quickly for me to sort out my feelings. ................................... Chapter Eleven Doggett: Candy sat right next to me in the back seat of the Excursion using the middle seatbelt and rubbed shoulders with me. Her hand fingered my thigh sending heat up to my groin. This in turn led me to remember the previous evening and how I'd resolved to go the next step with Candy and how we'd been interrupted by her intruder ex boyfriend. I'd been actually experiencing remorse about my actions thus the visit to the florist on the way to Monica's hotel room that morning but the way I was feeling now I didn't care if I'd gone that extra step. If I was being accused of sleeping with her when I hadn't then maybe I just should. Why didn't Monica believe me when I said we hadn't screwed? Roxanne looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a light frown. I just knew all this puzzled her and why Candy was with me and not Monica. Why was Monica with Eric? She seemed to be developing a few concerns over the next shoot and frankly I was too. I still loved Monica and always would but if she was being this flippant with our relationship then it was bound to flow over into this new line of work of ours. What was this thing with Eric? The kisses and handholding, surely it wasn't just to make me jealous because that seemed so childish. My stomach churned remembering Eric's words about only being contracted for a short time and after that there would be no more ties between us. I was at a loose end not knowing what else to do to win back her trust. It would have to come from her from then on; I'd exhausted all ways I knew how to make amends. Candy linked fingers with mine and they felt comfortable there. This attractive woman genuinely liked me and I felt flattered. "So Candy, isn't it? I saw you at the club." Roxanne kept her eyes on the road as she spoke. "Yes, I've been working part time there for the past couple of years." "Don't think I've seen you perform. Done any other work besides stripping?" "I've done a few low budget movies and did a bit of modelling. Stripping pays better." I saw Roxanne become a little more interested in this very attractive blond beside me. Her eyes went to me for a moment. "Maybe John, you might like to do one movie or photo shoot with Candy here. I've had this story on the backburner waiting for just the right couple to come along. It'd be perfect for you two." Candy's eyes darted to mine. I knew she'd been invited to the party the previous evening at Roxanne's palace as had all the employees of the Maverick's Gentlemen's Club as reward for hosting the amateur night but I could tell she didn't know the exact nature of Roxanne's line of work. She probably thought she was just in the movie business. This woman next to me with the alluring green eyes and clothed in material that showed more skin than anything else looked across to me expectantly. "I'll let you two talk. I promise to keep my ears to myself. Let me know if you want to look at a couple of scripts. I have them in the back." As much as the idea of making a movie with this woman beside me was appealing it would probably be the way to alienate Monica for good. On the other hand if Monica caught wind of these changed plans maybe she'd come to her senses and try to stop it. After all she must know that I'd shown remorse a couple of times already with no effect. Maybe I was getting on with my life waiting for her next move. I I'd been quiet so far this trip so decided to talk. "Roxanne, I'd like to take you up on your offer." Candy squeezed my hand so hard I thought my fingers would burst. She reached up and kissed my cheek and then my mouth. I leant into it and kissed back almost wanting forgiveness if I ever hurt her over this one. Roxanne had seen our kiss in the rear-view mirror then pulled over to the side of the road. "John, let's get the scripts together." She obviously wanted to talk. How hard was it to retrieve two scripts from the back of a car. Once safely outside behind the Excursion and out of Candy's earshot she asked, "You still okay with today at the lake because to be honest I'm a little concerned about how you and Monica are getting along?" I knew exactly what she meant. "If you mean with Candy coming along and all? Don't worry about that Roxanne. I signed a contract and I will carry it out the best I can. I won't let you down I promise." "Well I hope not because I still think you two have the best chemistry on screen I've come across in years." She opened the back door of the vehicle and rummaged through a few bags and produced the scripts. "This shoot could be included in your contract as one of the six. After all you had a single contract that didn't mention who you would *star* with." Just before she opened the back door for me she added, "Have you slept with her yet?" "You mean Candy?" I know I flushed a little. I wasn't used to giving away details of my love life to others. "We haven't actually gone all the way yet." "Good!" She said this with so much resolve that I was surprised. "All the better when you come to act out this script.' She winked and handed me the folders as she opened the door. "Dream Man, hmmm" Candy read the movie's title then began reading through the script just as I did. I could tell our driver was anxious to see our reactions to the storyline as her eyes kept darting to us in the back seat every so often. The storyline mainly read that Candy was a beautiful shapely model who had a crush on one of the male models at work. So far to her knowledge he hadn't noticed her so she'd just dream about him at night too shy to go and make her introductions. This night she wore some sexy light blue camisole and matching panties to bed, sank into the back silk covers of her bed seductively and began dreaming of luring the man of her dreams. Candy still had her fingers linked with mine as she clutched the script with her other hand. I could tell she liked the storyline because every so often she'd come out with a 'wow' or an 'oooh'. In her dreams she was at a nightclub dressed in tight leather pants and light leather jacket that zipped up the front. The zip was down far enough to hint at her ample cleavage. Her ankle length stiletto boots topped off the very tempting outfit. She let her long blond hair run free. This was enough for any men in the room to look her way, but it was John the man of her dreams she would only have eyes for her that night. After trapping him at the nightclub he took her back to his apartment where she slowly did a striptease for him before he took her to his bed for a night of wild sex. There was more to the story about how in real life she eventually hooked up with this man but she mustn't have read that far yet. I could tell Candy was beginning to see that this was one very erotic storyline. "So you like?" Came the voice from the front seat. I could see Candy starting to put two and two together and I allowed her mind to finish the jigsaw. "So this isn't simulated sex is it Roxanne?" The businesswoman just chuckled and allowed me to explain. "Candy, Roxanne makes adult videos, that's what I've been contracted for." "You mean porn? You've been involved in the porn industry? I knew you were too good to be true." "No Candy," I took her hand in both mine. "I've just begun. I've only made one movie and we're on our way to make the second." "You talk about 'we'." "Yes, I made my first adult movie with Monica." I was surprised she hadn't taken her hand from mine and been more annoyed. "So that's your connection with her. Now it all makes sense." I thought I'd better come clean about this trip because I'd promised earlier I'd reveal all. "We're going to Lake Havasu to film another movie together." "So you're going to have real sex with her in front of a camera?" I didn't need to reply out loud. What came out next I was surprised to hear. "Roxanne, okay I'll do it!" There was a smile from the mirror. Candy looked across to me. "I'll do 'Dream Man' with John." There was an empowered look in her eyes and I knew that at least this way she knew we would get consummation from the relationship. What lay ahead for me would need to be played out very carefully if I was to win back the love of my life. .................. Reyes: It was close to night time when we arrived at Lake Havasu. Roxanne unloaded the boat into the water and parked the Excursion over by the semi and RV. The place was quiet and serene compared to the city that never sleeps. Eric parked the truck next to the Excursion and we both got out. It was warm out with a cool breeze and it felt good to breathe some fresh air. Roxanne was at the dock tying the boat down so it wouldn't drift off during the night. A bunch of other employees had shown up also and they were camping out down the way. When Roxanne was done she came up to us. "We'll start when the sun comes up. I've already told John so he knows. For now, whatever you do is your business. We'll do wardrobe and stuff in the RV. The semi and trailer have props if we need them and other back up equipment, so I guess I will see you in the morning. I have lodging set up at the Shiloh Inn. Just tell them your name Monica and they have a room set up for you. Take the bikes with you for now. I'll unload them in the parking lot tomorrow morning before we shoot. Gotta take advantage of no helmet law in this state while I'm here." She walked away and hopped over the edge of the boat onto its deck. "Your boss is fine. I wouldn't mind having a go at it with her on that boat right now..." Eric said as he watched her. "You think with your dick a lot, don't you?" I teased. "Hey, when you are surrounded by fine women wouldn't you?" Eric pointed out. "Well, I'm not a man, but if I found myself surrounded by gorgeous guys I'd have a little trouble concentrating I suppose..." We both got back into the truck and headed out to the hotel to get our arranged room and board. We didn't run into John at all; for a moment I was concerned, but if he was indeed going to leave me for her I had a back up plan. Our room had two beds in it thankfully, or else one of us would be sleeping on the floor. I was not ready to even think about going any further with Eric right now; John was all I could manage to think about. Was the shoot going to do well? Were both of us going to be able to perform with our 'friends' watching? These questions plagued me as I went to sleep to the sound of Eric typing on his laptop computer. ........................................................................ Chapter Twelve Reyes: I woke up and looked over at the clock. It was 4:30. Eric was still awake and typing on his laptop. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, trying to wake myself up. My thoughts ventured to John's face and how I wished he could be here with me. I think I was at a point to forgive him fully but my mind had worries that I may be too late. He brought his other girlfriend with him and my senses could feel their closeness to one another. I had to rectify this today somehow, someway. "You're awake," Eric said as he looked over from his computer. "You should get ready and I'll drive us over." I got out of bed and headed for the shower. When I got to my feet I didn't feel so well, a small wave of dizziness plagued my balance. I brushed my teeth and turned the shower on; I stepped into the hot, steaming stream and fought back the thoughts of John. I wanted him here with me and I had this funny feeling that he was in my dreams last night from my continued obsession with him. When I finished I stepped out and put on my black thong swimsuit, my black jeans, and my Dickies mini tee. When I came out of the bathroom Eric was dressed and ready to go with a smile on his face. "Tell me you are wearing a thong and it will make my day." He said smiling. "Would I wear anything else?" I said back to him. "It's early enough I want to get over there and do some Yoga exercises before the shoot." "Ready when you are." Eric said as he opened the door and grabbed our luggage. We made our way back to the wooden dock and parked. I got out and took off my shirt and my pants and walked onto the dock. The sun was just starting to peak and I began my sun salutations to warm myself up. I needed to quell my tenseness and loosen up. I went faster and faster for about ten minutes and I stopped and went to warrior pose. I could hear people walking up behind me, but my concentration was on my body and the blood flowing through it. I did some spinal twists and then cat and turtle poses. Eric lay a towel down in front of me and I ventured onto it. I went into plough pose, a position that took me onto my back with my legs over my head as far as they would go. I held the posture and came out a few times, focusing on my deep breathing. When I felt my shoulders were warmed up I went into candlestick pose or shoulder stand. I felt sweat trickle down toward my head as all the blood circulation in my body reversed itself giving me a natural high. I could sense John's presence now but did not break from my trance. I could hear him and Eric talking quietly but I did not try to hear what was being discussed. I was in my own world right now and it felt good. I came out of the pose and repeated it again. When I was through I did the hare and wheel poses to loosen up my back muscles. I then stretched out my leg muscles and did the splits, listening to gasps from the growing audience behind me. When I felt warmed up enough I went to the lotus meditating position and held it as the sun rose up into the sky. I could hear Roxanne step onto the dock. "This is going to be a good day." She said in her sexy voice. "Let's get our gear on board and let's get our two stars made up so we can do our shoot." I felt her hand on my shoulder; I broke the trance and opened my eyes. Eric came to me and helped me up. "Man, I wish I was the co-star," he laughed. "You're gonna do good." People brushed by us with film gear and we headed to the RV so I could get my make up done. "What makes you think so?" I asked. "Well, watching you do that Yoga for starters, and," he paused, "you couldn't stop saying John's name last night in your sleep." Oh shit. "No way." I said. "Yep. I know you still love him. You and I both know it's not going to be possible in this life. I think you have a chance of reconciliation today." He looked up like he had something under his sleeve. "Reconciliation...okay..." I just mumbled off. "I told him you were dreaming about him last night in front of Candy." Eric laughed. "You did WHAT? You dick!" I yelled as I playfully hit him in the chest. "You don't have to thank me, Mon, it was the least I could do. Fuck his brains out and don't let him forget who it is he's supposed to be with." Eric stayed outside as I went into the trailer. I was confused by his change of mind from wanting me to encouraging my relationship with John. Was I really calling for him last night? I sat down across from John trying not to look at him as the make up artists did their magic. Roxanne stepped inside to give us our scripts and seemed unusually happier than normal. "Here are the provisions," she said as she handed us our scripts, "We'll do a teaser scene then we go over to a secluded area of the lake where we can shoot on land for the good stuff. You guys are gonna play a couple who's vacationing and decide to get a little playful in the outdoors. Any questions I can answer?" We both shook our heads. "Now, Monica, you're perfect. I had my mind set on a thong suit but it looks like you've beat me to it." Roxanne looked over at John. "Raoul has some swim trunks for you John. The two of you up for this?" "Never been more ready in my life." I stated. John kept staring at my curves as I sat getting make up done. His eyes looked hungry and I knew mine did also. We locked ourselves into a tight staring match until he spoke. "That was quite some performance out there," he said. "You do that often for people or was it just because I happened to be there?" I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "What I intend to do with you on the boat I needed to be loosened up for." The weather was perfect for it. I looked dead into his eyes. His expression went from hungry to very curious. "What do you intend to do to me?" he asked. "Hopefully something you will not forget." I looked down as the make up person finished up. I stood up and adjusted my thong with John's eyes carefully tracing my body. I walked outside and headed for the boat and I noticed that Eric and Candy were talking. About what I had no idea or interest for that matter. John followed behind me moments later in 'costume' and we got onto Roxanne's monster boat, meandering around on the top deck. Camera crew, Roxanne, Eric, Candy, and security people were all there. A deck hand untied the moorings to the dock and we were under way. I went down below to talk to Roxanne who was piloting the boat. "What's up, Monica?" She asked as she kept her eyes on the water. "Who is all going to see this?" I asked. "The lake is ours till noon. Don't worry, where we're going to shoot no one is going to see you." Roxanne smiled and continued on with the steering of her ship. I went back up top and the boat came to a stop and Devin, the guy who was witness to my tequila binge, took care of the anchor to keep us in place. The water was like glass as it was still as it could be. Everything was quiet with the exception of birds chirping inland. Roxanne came up top and began setting up camera angles for John and myself. I stood at the bow with my knee resting on a padded bench seat, taking in the scenery as Eric gently massaged my shoulders. "Looks like I've started a war," he said as he motioned over to John and Candy who seemed to be having a disagreement about something. I didn't concern myself with it, as what I had planned was not in the script. I had this fantasy of having sex on a boat with John last night before I went to sleep. "Everybody ready?" Roxanne called. "Let's get this going before it really gets hot out here." ....................... Doggett: During the remainder of the trip to Lake Havasu I stared out the window and all I could think about was Monica. She'd loved me forever in my eyes compared with my short association with Candy. How could I have let our relationship get so low; the lowest it had ever been? Candy could have stripped bare in the back seat, straddled me and pounded me with kisses and I would have put it all down to a dream. What was it about Candy that kept me going back to her and thus eating my own proverbial tail? She was beautiful, sexy, a body to die for, definitely good in bed and cared deeply for me however Monica was all that and more. She was also intelligent, empathic and had stuck by me through thick and thin; we had a history together. We hadn't always see eye to eye but she was accepting of all my notions no matter how frustrating they could have been to any other person: she was my soul mate. Like a fool I'd stopped by Candy's place to ask her along on this shoot. I suppose deep down I didn't want to be alone but on another plane I wanted her to see my relationship with Monica firsthand rather than just coming out and telling her. Candy had our key and took my hand leading me upstairs to our room. "I got our room changed to a king size bed," she smiled finding myself smiling with her. "Roxanne said we have the night to ourselves before the shoot tomorrow. What do you want to do John?" She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Instinctively I kissed back and was glad Monica wasn't there to see. I had this overwhelming urge to just sleep with her and get the deed over and done with but something was always pulling me back. "Why don't we lie down for a bit and talk." I was feeling tired from sitting all day and needed to stretch out on something comfortable. "Okay, then we can talk about what we'll do later." From the look on her face I knew she liked that idea. She moved to one side of the bed and rolled back the covers then began to undress. My eyes watched as she carefully removed her tiny top. Her full naked breasts bounced out and I couldn't help myself thinking about touching them. Then her hands moved to her shorts and undid the zip and wriggled out of them revealing some white bikini panties underneath. After undoing the hair tie and shaking out her long wavy blond hair she got under the covers. I wondered if she knew I couldn't keep my eyes off her. "Come on John, strip down and join me." How could I refuse? My T-shirt was off first a little too quickly and I grimaced with the pain. My nipples were still sore from the piercings and I knew Candy had noticed. Once my jeans were off I climbed into the bed next to her and lay on my back looking up at the ceiling. She rolled over onto her side and began running fingers around my nipples. Despite the soreness it felt good. "John, do you have some ointment for those?" "Yes, over there in my bag." Before I could move she was up and heading over to the bag. "In the side pocket there." I couldn't help watch her perfectly shaped ass as she bent over to retrieve the ointment. She lingered there a little too long and I wondered what else she'd found. I couldn't think what else was in there apart from a small packet of Kleenex and my hair comb. As she came back with the Hibiclens her face had changed and I knew she'd seen something that had piqued her curiosity. "What is it Candy?" She got back in bed and put a little of the ointment on a fingertip and began smoothing it out on one nipple. "You haven't told me much about Monica." I wasn't sure I wanted to go in that direction. "How did you two meet?" She finished with one nipple then went to the next. It was all turning me on. "Roxanne paired us together for the first shoot." It wasn't a total lie but I certainly didn't want to tell untruths about our past together and revealing more would mean just that. "I thought I saw you two talking at the club before you even met Roxanne?" She was fishing here and I had to be careful. Having finished with the tube she replaced the lid and rested it on the bedside table, then worked her fingers down under the bed covers to my navel almost as though she was teasing information out of me. "Oh that, I'd met her before and she invited me to watch her performance." I was trying to give away as little as possible but she kept up the questioning. "Where did you meet her?" Her fingers were going lower and any moment she would find out that I was highly aroused. I had to think quickly. "We were both staying at the Hard Rock Hotel at the same time." That seemed to satisfy her for now. Her fingers had found my erection and pulling it out of my briefs they traced their way down the shaft to my balls. "So what's she like?" I gasped as she cupped my balls and squeezed. "Monica? She's a very nice person." What else could I have said without telling her that she was the love of my life and I'd been screwing her silly for the past few days? "No John, what's she like in bed?" Her magic fingers encircled my hard on and began moving up then down very slowly. If I'd spoken right then it would only have come out as a squeak. "Tell me John." "You mean when I did the first shoot with her?" "Yes, unless you've slept with her other times." She was studying my expression but all I felt was arousal at what her hand was doing below. "She was good." "What did you have to do on the shoot?" My brain was having trouble thinking now. "I..I, we were total strangers who..who met at a bar and.....," "..and what John? You took her back your place and you fucked." I could tell she was feeling uncomfortable about all this. "More or...less." If she wanted me to shoot out onto the bed covers then she was on the right track. "So did you enjoy it or was it just for the money." Her breasts were resting near my chest and I felt her hair on my shoulder. "Well I had to... enjoy it...or I wouldn't... have been able to.. perform." With that she stopped what she was doing and looked me squarely in the face. My dick ached to be manipulated again. "So is it because of her that you won't sleep with me John? Come on tell me because for the life of me I've never had this happen before." What could I say that wouldn't hurt her feelings? "I suppose I want to conserve my energy for the shoot." It was a lame excuse but it ignited something in her that made her continue work on my body. She straddled me and pulled my briefs right down and off then she did something I'd never had happen before. She leant down and wrapped her ample breasts around my swollen dick and began moving. It didn't take long for me to be on the brink of orgasm and I shot out my load all over her chest. She seemed to like that because she closed her eyes and smiled letting it dribble down her body. After a few minutes she got off me and the bed and walked to the bathroom. She came back cleaned up and went to her bag. "Now John, it's your turn to do me." She brought over a penis shaped vibrator and handed it to a surprised me. ........................................ It took me a while to realise what Candy was holding out to me. My eyebrows rose as recognition took hold. "Come on John, take it. If you're not going to actually fuck me then you can do it with this. Okay, is that a compromise?" It felt strange holding this thing in my hand. It looked and felt so real. "Look on the bottom there's a switch to turn it on while you're turning me on." She said the last part in a whisper. This woman was a real temptation. Her long blond hair flicked back over her shoulders and half way down her back, awarding me another view of the breasts that had just brought me to a new way of orgasming. No wonder she was a highly paid stripper, she certainly had the body beautiful. Her white panties stayed on as she slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to me. Why was I doing this? What had possessed me to ask Candy along when the relationship between Monica and myself was so fragile? Why was I even in bed with her? I couldn't help myself. Imagining what Eric and Monica were doing was bugging me. I suppose I wouldn't blame Monica if she went all the way with Eric. If she knew half the things I'd done with Candy she'd be asking Eric to take her away from all this. I switched it on, "Shit!" The tingles shot unexpectedly through my fingers. Candy laughed and took it from me switching it off again. "I can't believe you've never held one of these before, a sexy man like you? I would have thought you'd tried it all." "Nope, never even held one before, only seen pictures in magazines." "Where have you been John, in a monastery?" "You could say that." "My god John, how did you possibly get into the porno industry then? Don't tell me you slept with someone." She chuckled at her own joke. "Seriously John, what were you doing before you came to Vegas?" Her brilliant green eyes drew me in but no way was I going to tell her the truth. I couldn't lie either. "Let's just say I did some investigative work and needed a break for a while." "You're not telling me any more than that are you." My head shook and she seemed thankfully to be done with the line of questioning for now. "As long as you're not some kind of criminal or anything." Her eyes penetrated mine once more. "Has anyone told you what strikingly clear blue eyes you have?" As she said this she began licking the end of the dildo seductively. The energy that had drained from me not so long ago was returning seeing her tongue glisten the head and her mouth suck the tip like a popsicle. She reclined on the pillow and lifted her chest up and moaned. Releasing her mouth from the head she trailed the dildo down over her chest to her nipples and ran circles around each. As she went from one breast to the other her tongue hung out of her mouth, her teeth biting it sensuously. The dildo went back to her mouth for more luxurious lubrication and immediately went further down to between her legs. Her hips bucked up slowly and she moaned as she manoeuvred the fake dick over her clit through her panties. "See where I want you to go?" My eyes widened and my blood pressure rose as she moved the dildo underneath her panties and began fiddling again. The pulse in her neck was almost visible and she was certainly becoming aroused. "John please," she breathed. How could I refuse her? I rolled over on top of her then took down her panties. Spreading her legs I sat with my knees wide. Her legs draped over mine giving me a perfect view of what she was doing. The dildo was then in my hand and I was moving it over her as she writhed vocally. Moving with sweeping strokes I brought her to further heights before plunging it inside her and pumping. "Lick me John, suck me dry." As I moved in to fulfil her wishes she was becoming very excited. I connected my lips to her first and moved them in circles and then kissed her clit numerous times before using the tip of my tongue to tease the nub. The couple of times I stopped the dildo movements she reminded me to keep pushing and twisting inside her. "Switch it on John." I did so and her fingers pulled my hair and her vocal sighs told me she was getting closer to orgasm. I was full on sucking her clit now and her growls became furious until I realized that the neighbours were probably having free aural entertainment through the walls. Anyone walking past the door would know that there was sex happening in here. Her clit gave a quiver and then spasmed violently as she let out breath after breath until I thought she would hyperventilate. I drank her juices until she was totally still then looked to see her face. "Oh John, how do you do that to me? I wish that was you inside me, I imagined that it was you and I had the most furious orgasm I've ever had." It felt good that I could make her come like that but as my thoughts began to drift to Monica guilt started taking over. "You're thinking about her again aren't you?" It must have been written all over my face. "She is my co-star, I have to have feelings for her to perform like I do." Her face went pensive. "John, when I went to your bag before to get your ointment there was some woman's lacy panties there. Are they hers?" My expression must have shown confusion so she got out of bed a little shakily and retrieved them. My confusion was sparked with funniness as she was finding it difficult to walk after her amazing orgasm. "I really don't know how they got there." That was the truth. "They're hers though, aren't they? Tell me the truth John." I nodded confirmation. "So you've been doing me and her at the same time!" She threw the panties on the bed. Not wanting to hurt her I thought quickly, "They must have been left there somehow during our last shoot." She picked them up again and threw them back on my bag and came back to the bed. Quietly she got back under the covers and nestled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder, deep in thought. Her fingers twirled my fine chest hairs. "John, tell me truthfully." She paused and I knew what she was going to say next. "Have you been having sex with your other woman too?" "Yes." I said simply. For ages after that she was quiet seemingly pensive. It was only when she stopped all movement that I knew she was asleep. Even though she was beautiful, sexy and admired me, I also knew that this would be my last night with her in my bed. ........................................ Chapter Thirteen Doggett: Candy must have woken to the sound of me doing my morning push-ups. "122..123........124...........125!" I rolled onto my back exhausted. "Morning sweetheart." She seemed chirpier than she'd been the previous evening. We hadn't ventured out again that night because we'd both fallen asleep after I'd given her the release she needed. "Want to come and do those on top of me?" I dismissed the little sarcasm in her voice and laughed. I got up and took a few deep breaths and headed for the bathroom for a morning shower. "I'll be out soon, then you can have the bathroom all to yourself. I have to go down and meet my co-star. I'll see you down there." I didn't want to witness her expression because I knew she was becoming a little paranoid over the exact relationship between Monica and myself. What was she going to think when were in the middle of our shoot? I preferred not to think of that. ............................ We were now on the boat ready for the shoot. I looked over to Monica who was having a shoulder rub by the weasel Eric. I didn't even want to think about what they got up to last night. The thought was too painful. I just hoped we were both up for this and that we wouldn't disappoint. Candy must have seen the way I was looking over at Monica and held my elbow. "John, so you're really going to do this?" She seemed agitated. "Yes, it's my job." "I think it's more than your job. You like her don't you? I can see it in your eyes. The way you ogle her." Candy was starting to tear up. "She's the real reason why you won't have sex with me isn't it." My silence was her confirmation. "Do you love her?" "Yes, I love her," I said quietly. She was angry then. "Well why did you fucking well invite me here? Was it to make her jealous?" She was starting to tear up. "No, it's not like that, believe me." It wasn't my intention to hurt this woman. "Believe you John? Should I believe anything you've said to me?" Again I was silent not knowing what to say. "So does she love you back? Maybe not, because she's with that Eric guy, or is she trying to make you jealous?" I couldn't help looking over at Monica and knowing how much I wanted her in my life. There was a resolve in me then that I would do my utmost to satisfy Monica physically and Roxanne emotionally by making this the best damn movie she'd ever seen. When I heard Roxanne say, "Everybody ready? Let's get this going before it really gets hot out here." That was my cue to leave Candy and go to my true love Monica. ....................... Reyes: Cameras were set up to focus at the front of the ship where I already was. John started over to me and Eric started walking to the stern of the ship brushing by him and whispered something to him on his way. I stood up and we were face to face with each other. "You look great," John whispered in his phone sex voice. Just to hear him say that made me melt. We were inches apart and I could already feel his heat radiate from his body like the sun to the earth. My breathing was starting to get heavy almost to the point of hyperventilating in this man's presence. I loved John for so long I didn't want to lose him and this was my only chance to make sure he knew that. "I feel you," I whispered to him. "I can feel you." We weren't even touching, yet I could feel our union in some sort of spiritual sense. My loins were throbbing being this close to him and wetness began to pour into my thong. I could tell John sensed this from me and he stepped in a little closer, taking in the scent of my hair. I turned around as the script said and John wrapped his arms about my waist, clasping his fingers together as we both looked out at the lake. "And, ACTION!" Roxanne called. Just as John was about to say his line, Candy made an outburst. "I don't believe this," she said in disgust. "Cut!" Roxanne said. We all turned around, looking from Candy to Roxanne. "What did you say?" Roxanne asked calmly. "Come here for a moment, will you?" Candy came up to her and Roxanne stepped in front of her, assuring that they were face to face with one another. "I don't know if you were aware of this or not, but I am in this business to make money. Judging by the size of my boat and all of my toys and my ability to reserve a major tourist attraction to do this shoot, I'd say I do a pretty good job. I was even nice enough to let you come along with us. So, why don't you show me a little respect for that, hmm?" She paused. "If you interrupt my shoot one more time I will deflate those enhancements off of your chest and make you swim back to shore. Am I clear?" Roxanne kept her cool but Candy looked a little shaken up. Candy nodded and returned to the other end of the boat where Eric was. "Okay, let's get this thing going." I turned around to face John, placing my hand millimeters from his bare chest. His breathing was getting noticeably faster also as he looked down at my hand. I looked at his piercings and they looked a little red. Beads of sweat began to form on his chest as I stood there. "Can you feel it?" I asked him. His hungry blue eyes looked deep into me and I knew that he could: We had that connection. He placed his hand by my cheek in the same fashion. I could see Roxanne out of the corner of my eye telling the camera to keep rolling. I wasn't sure where we were going to end up with this, I just knew what I wanted and it was John. I took his hand and I started to suck on his fingers, one at a time, like I was giving him head. He blinked a few times probably envisioning me doing that to him. The tension between us was unbearable and John grabbed my ass and pulled me into a heat-filled, tongue-thrashing kiss. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him in tight to me. The next thing I knew he was moving down my neck and shoulder, tasting and biting my flesh over each millimetre. I moaned loudly as the sensations that were tingling and numbing my body was overcoming. I wrapped a leg around his hip and he reached under to pick me up. He rubbed his groin into me and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder with the intensity of our kisses. I untied my bathing suit top and tossed it to the deck. John pushed me up higher so he could suck on my nipples and he was quite successful at it. I was sweating from our bodily heat combined into one as I gently let myself down to the deck. John pushed me up against the wall of the cabin and pressed into me with all of his weight. He ground his hips into mine as I traced my hands down from his shoulder, to his rings, to his dick. I grabbed hold and massaged through his material, but that wasn't good enough for him; he pulled down his trunks and kicked them away as I continued massaging him. There was a padded bench at the bow of the ship and he led me over to it. He sat down and I went down to my knees, kissing and biting the flesh on the insides of his legs. I could sense the camera following me but I didn't care. I was going to do him on this boat and not in the desert dirt. John was moaning loudly as I took in all of him into my mouth. "Yeah, baby, all of it. Come on. Ahhhhh..." John growled. I sucked him in hard, using my teeth to scale him a little. "Oh my GOD..." I stopped and slithered my way up to his lips, licking him as I went up. I kissed his mouth and then went down to his ripped pectorals that sported nipple rings. I blew on them and the coolness of my breath gave him a sharp chill. He jumped and I started licking the rings, then gently biting them. He grimaced a little, but I knew he was enjoying it. I licked and kissed his whole chest area, going back up to his collarbone where I nibbled and chewed. I was leaving dark red marks on him from my teeth. John took me by the hair and pulled me face to face with him. "You've been thinking naughty thoughts again, haven't you?" He asked in a sexy tone. He took his fingers and gently pulled down my thong bottom. I smiled with evil eyes. I licked his lips and I turned my body to force a 69 position for him. He grabbed my legs to hold me in place as I took his cock back into my mouth. His arms were a little shaky, but I knew he could hold up. "Stand up," I ordered. "What?" he asked. "Stand up." I knew he was trying to figure out how, but he slowly stood up with me still attached to him. My hair fell down and I grabbed hold of his legs. I could feel John arching his back a little so the camera could see in and he pulled me up and down on him. We held that position for a little while and I could hear the crew moaning and gasping at our tandem yoga. The boat was also starting to rock in the calm water as John pumped his hips into my mouth. "Monica, I'm losing my grip.." I could feel myself slipping from John's hold. He swung me around so I could support myself by the bench. I was practically on my head, but I felt John's tongue trail over my clit. I froze as the blood was all rushing to the crown of my head. It was heavenly feeling. "Come on, John, harder.." I begged. He started to tongue fuck me and savor my juices. "Yesssss...that's it...keep going..." He pushed harder and harder and I could feel myself climbing up to an orgasm. I started to bite his legs hard enough I could taste blood. He must have sensed it because he gently helped me back upright. I was on my knees on the bench facing him as he took his hardness and rubbed it over my wet clit. I rested my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back in the ecstasy I was feeling. He kept teasing and teasing; my nails dug into his shoulders. "You like that, don't you? You want more of that?" John was speaking in his phone sex voice again. I nodded my head and he turned me around to face the bow and slid himself into me. He pushed me forward and grabbed a handful of hair, pushing into me hard. I could feel my entire body tense up with his presence but it was all so hot. I was on fire and my entire being felt like it was going to burst into flames. I pushed back into him and put my head down on the hull on the boat. I felt John go in and out forcefully as he tugged on my hair. I could feel him swelling already and he pulled out slowly. I turned around and he lifted me up on the hull. I spread my legs to him and he pulled them apart so far I was in splits. I was thankful for my yoga this morning; without it this would have been really painful. With my legs so far apart I had no control over myself here as John entered my cavity slowly. He looked down and watched what he was doing, moaning loudly. I reached out to try and find something to hold onto but there was nothing. He felt so wonderful inside of me I didn't want him to stop. The muscles in his upper torso were all tense and pumped. He was swelling again and he closed my legs a little and raised them up and over my head. This cut down my oxygen supply as I was almost holding my breath with each pumping motion. John was being very vocal now and so was I when I could get it out. I could feel the pressure of an orgasm filling my body slowly. My face was turning a nice shade of red I was sure, and I could feel the euphoria take hold of me. I started to scream his name and other expletives when the orgasm peaked. My clit quivered as I felt him let go inside of me, pumping until he emptied out all he had. He let go of my legs and I carefully swung them back to the front of me. I reached for him and he leaned into me, giving me a long, slow, passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," I whispered in between breaths. "Fucking CUT!" Roxanne said. "Holy shit," she said frantically, "I need to cool off right now. I need a man...or a woman..or both...so much for the script." She tore up the script she had in her hand and threw it to the deck, walking up to me with bloodshot eyes. "I don't even want to ask how you able to hold that for so long, but that was definitely the hottest I have ever seen. Great work everybody." "I'm available," Eric said to Roxanne smiling. He looked down at both of us. "Told you it would be reconciliation day." He clapped his hands and gave us the thumbs-up. I started to feel queasy again and I got up to put my suit back on. "Roxanne, could I get back to shore, I'm not feeling so well." I asked. Roxanne nodded and she got on her cell phone/walkie talkie and told whomever to get out there with a Sea Doo to get me back. In the distance I could hear applause from other employees that were watching from the distance. I was still sweating but I felt chilled all of a sudden; maybe it was just motion sickness. ......................................... Doggett: I still couldn't stand; my heart was racing wildly to keep the blood flowing through my body to get it back into my extremities. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a fuck like that. The way Monica took control made my experience all the more intense. Somehow I'd managed to cloth myself but for the life of me I didn't remember. It must have been some fifteen minutes later that I heard my name and realized that we'd arrived back on shore and that Roxanne was requesting me to look after Monica. Candy was nowhere to be seen but at that moment I only had feelings for Monica. Candy could wait. The way I'd left her to go to my true love I knew seemed heartless but this was my chance at reconciliation. I wanted to spend my days with Monica not Candy. "Monica's in her hotel room and wants you there John." Roxanne placed a gentle hand on my arm. "I'm sure she'll be okay. Probably just a little motion sickness, which has been known to happen on the boat, or maybe there was just too much blood rush to a certain part of her body." She sniggered. "I'll go to her straight away." "John, I just have to say that you surprised me." Her voice was softer than usual. "Oh?" "After seeing you with Candy yesterday and kissing her like that I thought you wouldn't be able to put in your best here today. Who was I kidding, that was fucking amazing." "Thankyou." Was all I could think of to say. "You know you two have something very special going." Her hand remained on my arm as though when she eventually did lift it I'd have permission to go. "You can't let her go now that you have her again." It was almost as though Roxanne knew my innermost thoughts. I felt exactly the same way. "I know." Reading my mind again she added, "And don't concern yourself over Candy, women like that go from man to man. She'll find another lover soon and forget about all this. In fact I wouldn't mind having a go at her myself." Roxanne's lip curled and we both had a chuckle. "Roxanne, about the shoot with Candy...," She put a finger to my lips. "Not a concern, I'll find another leading man for her, now you go to your woman. There's nothing better than some good, slow make-up sex." She winked. As I wandered back to the hotel my mind mulled over Roxanne's last remarks. Make-up sex would be fine if only I could muster up enough energy after the activities on the boat. Monica's door was unlocked and I let myself in. Eric was nowhere to be seen luckily, as I moved over to her bed. She was sleeping soundly so I removed my socks and shoes and stripped down to my underwear and got under the covers next to her. As I looked into her serene face I moved the lock of hair over her face and hooked it behind her ear. How could I possibly knowingly disappoint this woman? What was I thinking going after Candy? We fitted perfectly together in every way; total complements. I must have drifted off because I woke to feel warm wetness on my lips and a hand running lightly down my side to rest on my thigh. Her smell was wonderful and her lips tasted minty. Had she been up, showered and cleaned her teeth? When she had kissed me awake she pulled away and looked into my eyes. "John!" Her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close to her naked body. "I missed you." She was beginning to sob in my ear. "Me too," I said softly into her neck kissing it tenderly. "Never leave me like that again John, please." She kept her strong hold on me emphasizing her intentions. "I only want you Monica, no one else." I felt a tear on my shoulder. "So you told her?" She was motionless almost bracing herself for the reply. "I told her that I love you, that I want to spend my life with you." To demonstrate her relief she snuggled closer into me and I began running kisses over her neck again and a hand felt the warm skin down her back to her ass and down her right leg taking in her full length. "John, I love you too, so much, more than anything." She moved back and then came in for a slow kiss tasting each other's juices and slipping our tongues together. In the background the radio quietly played the slow, lyrical strains of Sarah McLachlan's 'I Love You' and we both knew where this kiss would lead. Her hand went down to my briefs and tugged at them indicating for me to take them off. When they were on the floor I turned again to see her desire filled eyes; the face I wanted to see every day for the rest of my life. Our bodies were side on facing each other when I took her behind the knee and lifted her leg over my thigh. I lifted my left knee so it opened her up to me. As we kissed tenderly and passionately I found her entrance and pushed inside causing her to breath in my mouth. This was so sexy. I loved the way she responded to my touch and my movements inside her. We moved and kissed like this all through the song just immersing ourselves in each other and our mutual desires. As the song finished and moved onto the track "Angel' which was just as measured I rolled on top of her and spread both her legs with mine to go in deeper. I pushed as far as I could go then out, to keep repeating until I saw the signs that she was wanting more. Meanwhile we broke the kiss for a moment and my lips went to her ear and whispered, "I love you Monica." This must have made an impact because her breathing increased and I knew she was coming. My lips went back to hers as we rode out her orgasm with small whimpers coming from her throat. The pulsing on me set me off too and just as her orgasm was subsiding mine began. "Oh John," she breathed with pure love in her voice. "Stay inside me and hold me." We stayed in each other's arms all through the next song too called 'Full of Grace' until we fell into a post-coital sleep. We mustn't have seen that Eric had paid a visit to the room because when we came to our senses the laptop was open on the table showing a big smiley face wallpaper background. ................... Chapter Fourteen Reyes: When I awoke I was still quite groggy and light-headed. I think I needed to eat something; I don't remember the last time I had any type of sustenance other than John. I looked up to the table to see Eric's laptop open and on with smiley-face wallpaper; he must have stopped by and left, but he left his truck keys next to the computer. I wondered where Eric could be for about a millisecond, but it didn't matter because I was in bed with the man of my dreams. I gave the computer a half-grin and rolled over to face John who was also half-awake. "Hey there," I whispered to him. He smiled sweetly with gentleness gracing his face. "You were amazing today, do you know that?" He leaned over and planted a light kiss on my lips. "How are you feeling? I know you kind of took off because of a little motion sickness. We were shaking that boat around pretty good." We both giggled and remembered the shoot with our vertical version of a 69. "That was pretty wild, wasn't it?" I asked him smiling. I looked deep into his blue eyes and knew that I wasn't going to lose him again. "Do you want to go and get something to eat? You might feel a little better if you did." John looked over at the clock next to the bed. I turned around to get a look at it myself. It was almost nine at night. Had we been sleeping that long? I blinked a few times to snap myself out of a trance. "Um, yeah. I really should eat." We both got up and clothed ourselves and John grabbed the keys to the truck. " I have an idea," John said as he jingled the keys. "Let's see if Roxanne will let us take one of the Ducatis." We stepped out of the room and locked the door. "John, it's getting kind of late for a motorcycle ride." I whined hoping he would change his mind. I was still quite exhausted from our previous two lovemaking sessions and my stomach was doing somersaults to the point of almost wanting to throw up. "Mon, it was so hot out there right now would be a perfect time to take one. We'll get something to eat and maybe cruise around the lake a little. It'll be fun." John smiled as we made our way back down to the truck which still had the two bikes and trailer hitched to it. He started the truck and we went over to the dock where Roxanne's boat was. It was pitch dark out there, but I could see plainly that the boat was violently rocking side to side, backwards and forwards. I rolled down the window to see if there was any wind causing some chop to the water and that there was a good possibility that Roxanne might not be alone in her cabin. I looked over to John who was now smiling playfully. "Fifty bucks says Eric's in there." He said matter-of-factly. I looked from him back to the boat. "What makes you think so?" I asked confused by his statement. "He was coming onto her big time after the shoot. I have this strange hunch that the feeling was mutual." John opened the truck door. "I'll be right back." I opened my side as well. "Uh-huh. I have got to see this for myself." We both got out and headed for the shaky dock. John hopped onto the deck first and extended his hand to help me onboard. I stepped onto the swaying deck and we could hear some moaning and grunting come from the cabin. "No way." I whispered. John looked back at me smiling trying to refrain from bursting out into hysterical laughter. I have seen stranger things, but a porn producer and a computer nerd? I guess the thought was pretty hysterical in itself as I tried to hold back from laughing myself. The air was cool at the water, but the vibrations I was sensing were hot as a volcanic eruption. There was definitely some 'activity' happening onboard the swaying boat. The motion was starting to work on my stomach as John pounded his fist against the wall of the cabin. The windows in were covered; so we couldn't see inside only hear the vocal passions emanating from it. The door to the cabin quickly swung open and Roxanne stood in the doorway. Even in the dark I could see her long hair in disarray; her make up was smeared across her face, she was sweating like she was running a marathon and her breathing was fast and laboured. I tried my best not to break out into laughter, but John couldn't help himself. "What is going on here?" He asked in between laughs. Roxanne tried to compose herself and flung her snarled hair back. "What does it look like?" She looked from me to John and back. She was calm and cool despite the fact she was in a boiler room with someone. "Um...I was wondering...could I borrow one of the bikes this evening?" John snickered. "To ride or you gonna ride her on the bike someplace on the other side of the lake?" Roxanne shot a devilish glance at both of us. Never tried sex on a motorcycle before; maybe this bike ride thing is a good idea after all. "Been there, done that. I'll get the keys." Her guest quickly pulled her back inside and the door slammed shut. We heard some banging around in there for a few moments and the door opened again, except Eric and Roxanne were locked together by their lips. Eric dropped the keys to the deck and waved good-bye at us without looking up or breaking from his kiss. John bent down and picked up the keys. "Let's leave them to their wave-making," John chuckled as we stepped off of the boat dock and back onto land. I was relieved because I wasn't sure how much longer I could handle the side-to-side motion on the water. John unlocked one of the motorcycles on the trailer and unlatched the tie-downs on the handlebars. There was a white toolbox at the head of the trailer and he got out a loading ramp and two helmets. When he was finished unloading the bike he turned it over and let it idle to warm itself up. He handed me a helmet and I put it on. "For our own safety. I know there's no law here, but I feel better about wearing it." He put his on and then he helped me with mine since I couldn't figure out the double D-ring on the chinstrap. Once that was done, John threw his leg over the red Ducati 998 and I got on the back of it, resting my feet on the passenger footpegs. "You ready?" John asked through his helmet. I nodded as I wrapped my arms around his firm delectably body. He twisted the throttle and we were off into the heart of Lake Havasu City. ....................................................................... We stopped by a whole in the wall Chinese place on the other side of town. John insisted on feeding me himself using chopsticks, and I wore a good majority of my dinner. When we were through we got back on the bike and took a long ride out of Havasu out toward the Colorado River. The feel of the cool breeze and the warmth of John's body in front of me were so soothing. I could feel his heart beating in his chest and I tightened my grip around him. The stars stood out to us like they were within our reach to touch them. The road became curvy, and John leaned the bike into and out of them like he was a seasoned rider. Maybe he was and he never told me. After about 40 miles my feet were going numb and so was my tailbone from the sliver of a seat I had been sitting on. I squeezed John and yelled to him through the wind noise to turn around and go back to Havasu. He found a turn off and we turned around going back the way we came. I lifted the face shield on my helmet to let the wind blow against my face. I wanted him to stop someplace secluded so we could spend some time together. I wanted to sit on his lap and kiss him under the stars until the sun came up. About thirty minutes later we were back to the lake and John took us around to a spot that seemed out of the way. It was perfect: It was dark, quiet, and most of all it was John. He cut the ignition to the bike and kicked down the side stand. He took his helmet off and hung it on one of the handlebars. He helped me with mine and hung it on the other one. "Come here," he said in a seductive voice. I got off of the back of the bike slowly. My ass and my feet were both totally numb from the pressure of my tailbone sitting on the tail section of an Italian sport bike. My legs felt like Jello and it took all I could just to stand up from that compromising passenger accommodation. John slid back a little in his seat, taking me by the hand to come sit in front of him. I straddled the bike with my back facing the handlebars and my legs draped over his. He took his hand and traced it down the side of my cheekbone. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked with his lips barely touching mine. At this distance I could taste him and I wanted more. I pushed my tongue past his as I pressed into him under the stars. John's hands tightly squeezed my waist as he pressed back into me with his lips. It was growing cooler and cooler by the water yet my skin felt so hot next to his. I bit his lower lip and moved down to his neck, biting and licking him. He started to plant kisses on my neck and then started to suck the crook of my neck below my ear. That shot pins and needles down the side of my body, practically putting me on the verge of fainting. I let out a gasp and then my breaths were fast and short. I grabbed a bunch of his T-shirt and began to pull it up, exposing the flesh on his back. My fingers aggressively dug into him, pulling him into me as close as I could get him. John's hand roamed up under my shirt and lifted it up over my head. I had my spaghetti strap bathing suit top on and he slowly untied the back of it as he kissed and bit my neck and shoulders. I could feel my thong underwear dripping with desire as he slowly drew the top off of me and onto the ground. I arched my back to give him full access to my bare breasts, which he took a handful of one and made circles around the other with his tongue. I felt goosebumps rise to the surface of my flesh as he switched sides. The burning of fire in my soul for him was rising to an all-time high. John leaned me into the gas tank of the bike, which was like leaning back into a block of ice. My head rested uncomfortably against the fairing as he placed wet kisses down to my naval and back up to my breasts. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this, so I sat up a little and pulled John's shirt up over his head and tossed it on the ground. With a light touch my fingers danced their way down to his pierced nipples, making their own circles. John squeezed his eyes shut as I licked my fingers and went back to his piercings. His breathing got faster and harder as my fingers trailed down to his jeans where I got a hand under them to play with his restricted hard on. He leaned his head back and undid the button and zipper on his jeans, then got off of the bike. He helped me off as well and we both got rid of our pants and underwear. Even though it was dark out there I could still see his gorgeous body glistening under the stars in this perfect moment. I went up to him, rubbing my hands over every part of his body I could. I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing dick and began massaging him. I could hear a muffled growl immerse from him, but I think we were both on the same wavelength when it came to the idea of not getting caught by the park authorities. John took my hands into his and led me back over to the motorcycle. He sat back on the seat and helped me back on to where I was at previously. His fingers made their way down to my wet, hot, and very swollen clit and started giving me my erotic massage. I can never sit still for something like that and I started to fidget on the gas tank. I was so wet I could leave snail trails all over everything. "John, I can't wait anymore. I....need...you....inside..." I forced the words to come out as pleasure was taking over all of my primary body functions. With his thumb continuously rubbing on my clit, he slid himself inside of me while using the strength of his legs to hold the Ducati upright. I used a bouncing motion against him that put indescribable clitoral pressure on me I had a difficult time not screaming it felt so good. John used his upper body strength and helped felicitate our union by gripping my hips lifting me up and down onto him. I had to start kissing him otherwise the whole lake, wildlife and campers, would find out there is another wild kingdom on the rise. I forced my tongue into his mouth, tasting his essence on each breath. John began to whimper as I could feel him swelling up to a climax. I kept bouncing on him harder and harder, causing the sportbike's suspension to give under the load. My orgasm was approaching fast, but just like at the Hard Rock hotel a few days ago, it lingered for an eternity. My eyes rolled back as I buried my head into John's shoulder where I started to bite into his flesh. John held me against him snugly. Once it had subsided my body went limp against his and we held each other under the stars until we both had enough strength to stand up and put our clothes back on. ....................................................................................... John and I arrived back at the truck over by the boat dock. The Excursion was backed into the loading ramp and Roxanne and Devin were putting the boat back on its trailer. The RV and semi were gone already, I can only assume they went back to Vegas. Once the boat was on the trailer Roxanne jogged over to us. "You did it, didn't you?" She smiled, as she looked deep into both of us. "Fun, wasn't it? C'mon, I'll help you get this thing back on the trailer. I was going to ride while I was here, but I was...distracted.." She looked back over to a smiling Eric who was standing by Candy next to the Excursion. "I figure we'd get back now that way we don't have to drive in the middle of the day like we had to coming here." Once the bike was loaded John and I went back to our hotel and got our things and then checked out. We hopped into Eric's truck and there was this tap on the window. I rolled it down and it was Eric. "You want your laptop?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Nope. I got a message for you, though. Tomorrow night at six Roxanne wants you meet us over at the VooDoo Lounge at the Rio Hotel. It's for the nuclear performance you guys gave at the shoot. Casual business attire dress code. See you guys tomorrow." Eric started to go over to the Excursion that was parked close by. "Eric, where are you going to stay?" I called over to him. He shot back a devilish smile and pointed at the Excursion where Roxanne was sitting in the driver's seat. "Where do you think?" He laughed and gave me a thumbs-up before getting into the SUV with Roxanne and Candy. John turned the truck over and pulled out of the parking lot as we were on our way back to Vegas. ................... Chapter Fifteen Doggett: We'd both passed out after our recent lovemaking and I woke with Monica's dead weight lying on top of me in what was now our bed in the MGM Grand mini suite. Her hair tickled my nose but I put up with it to smell the scent and just to have her so close once again. The past two days had taken their toll on our bodies and our relationship. If we could last through the recent turmoil then we could suffer anything the world threw our way. She began to stir and her body felt wonderful on mine as her contented purrs vibrated my chest and her fingers absently ran through my hair. It was five in the afternoon, one hour before we were to meet Roxanne, Eric and Candy for dinner and dancing at the VooDoo Caf and Lounge at the Rio. This was Roxanne's way of repaying us for the extra effort we'd put into our first two shootings, over and above what she'd expected. She hadn't told us much yet about the response to what we'd done but had hinted at there being some conversation this evening about her thoughts and our future plans. Monica kissed my chest and moved her head up and smiled with a warm grin. "Hmmm, John, that was wonderful, you are wonderful." Her lips met mine and we smiled all the way through another one of our long, passionate kisses. "Monica," I rolled her over onto her back and gave her a last fiery kiss then looked into her eyes. "We're due to meet Roxanne in an hour, can you look beautiful by then?" She looked from to the other of my eyes, to my lips and back again and knew I was teasing, "What do you think?" She laughed wickedly making me curious to see the final product after she showered and changed. As she walked to the bathroom my eyes followed her delicious contours remembering having just felt her in my arms. Her head swept around as she reached the door, "Want to join me?" "Monica, we don't have time." My head motioned towards the clock. "What, we don't have time to shower?" She smirked. "Seems to me we'd 'save' time." I chuckled and got out of bed to join her. The shower recess was larger than I'd seen before and easily fitted both of us inside. We let the steaming waterfall over our aching bodies allowing it to drain away two days worth of energy sapping, but very enjoyable, extra-curricula activities. Without talking we proceeded to soap up and rinse each other as though we were but one body. Her eyes closed as I shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp, then lathered my hands and traced over every part of her I could reach. My hands lingered at the spots that elicited moans but soon moved on or we'd have been there too long. Roxanne didn't tolerate tardiness. After helping her to rinse off the foam Monica then reciprocated, first lathering up my hair. When we began to kiss again, as her fingers ran over my scalp, I could feel the energy beginning to return. She must have felt it too because she stopped, found the soap and resumed her assault on my body with her hands all the time smiling and occasionally looking into my eyes. We both knew there was no time for sex now. The impish chuckle that came from her as she soaped my balls then dick reminded me of payback when I'd lingered between her legs with the soap. I couldn't help but respond just as she had. "Mon," My breathing was stronger. "We don't have time for this." She just smiled then pressed her body into mine and spoke softly, "I know, it'll make for better sex later." She rinsed her hands and ran them over me washing away any last strands of lather. We got out of the shower and towelled each other dry again as one body and headed for the bedroom for our clothes. Monica went back to the bathroom with a bundle in her arms. "Where are you off to?" She returned a cheeky smile and answered, "Let me make a grand entrance John. I want to see your reaction." My mind had all these images of what she would look like as I pulled on my briefs then went to find my clothes for the evening. Roxanne had said that the dress code was casual business attire, no torn jeans, T-shirts, flip-flops or sneakers so I got out something a little better than that. Monica had told me I looked good in blue so I put on my new dark blue silk shirt and left a couple of buttons undone at the top. I went for my gold watch and slipped on my right wrist before doing up the cuffs. I could hear the hairdryer going in the bathroom and wondered what Monica was wearing. Had she dressed or was she in her underwear? My mind imagined her body clad in blue lace and I envisaged kissing all over her flesh and slowly peeling the slivers of blue off her body. I'd heard research done that suggested men thought about sex every twenty-eight seconds. With women like Monica around it was more like every five. How were we ever going to go back to our normal lives after this? I'd bought some nicely fitting black pants for just this occasion and was doing up the zip when the hairdryer sound stopped. As I threaded my black leather belt with understated gold buckle I heard her humming and realized I hadn't seen this side of her before. I smiled as I retrieved my black Doc Martens and began restoring their shine with the shoe care kit provided by the hotel. It was when I'd slipped on my navy blue socks, tied the laces of my shoes and run a comb through my almost dry hair and slapped on some after-shave that I heard the bathroom door open. My eyes widened as my angel appeared. The first thing I noticed was her wonderful face and adorable smile then to her hair tied up loosely, framing her face in feathers, softening her features. Her face was made up naturally and she had reddened her lips. My eyes trailed down to her curve hugging black dress that stopped just above the knees and had a slit exposing part of her right thigh. The neckline plunged in an oval shape hinting at a little cleavage and the strap was a continuous one that reached around the back of her neck. There were very faint sparkles around her midriff that matched the glinting of her diamond stud earrings. Her shoes were black, strappy stilettos at the end of her long slender legs. I was truly in heaven watching this celestial being. "You like?" She already knew the answer by my expression and the way I just walked up to her, took her chin in my hand and gently kissed her cheek. "You're beautiful Monica." I whispered near her mouth. She rubbed open hands over my chest through the shirt feeling the silkiness and my nipples hardened as a response. "And John, you've come up pretty good yourself." If it wasn't for the fact that there was only fifteen minutes before we were to meet Roxanne I'd be stripping her and going for it on the bed right then. Her cheeks and neck flushed and I knew she felt the same way. "Come on Mon. I want to be on time for this." She nodded and smiled and went to get her black matching small purse. I retrieved the black hip length black jacket I'd bought a couple of days ago and my wallet and we both slipped out the door very much looking forward to the evening ahead. .................... This was the first time I'd ever been to the VooDoo Caf and Lounge in The Rio All-Suite Hotel and Casino. We took the lift from the second floor of the Masquerade Tower all the way to the fiftieth floor where the caf was situated. Later we would probably go up to the lounge for cocktails and dancing on the fifty-first. As the elevator doors opened the buzzing atmosphere of the very popular and trendy nightspot hit us. My heart raced as my excitement grew. When was the last time I'd felt so alive? Here I was about to have a wonderful evening with the love of my life by my side. We spotted Roxanne and Eric talking very closely at a far table. I was sort of glad he'd been distracted from hitting on Monica. The way I thought about both of them; they both riled me up no end. To my mind they deserved each other. A quick eye scan revealed that Candy might not have turned up yet. I wasn't looking forward to the confrontation with her after having left her for Monica but I knew I'd have to explain myself and soon to get closure with her. We made our way over after mentioning to the waiter that we'd seen our friends. Eric rose out of his seat when we arrived at the table. He shook my hand then took Monica's and kissed the back of it. "Monica, you look scrumptious. Pity this guy here has his clutches into you because..." Roxanne pulling on his jacket interrupted him. "Eric, my love, can I remind you that I'm still here?" Roxanne spoke confidently and with a smirk. He laughed as he sat down, put a long arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer to him with his hand as if owning her. "And get your eyes off her chest!" She gave Eric a playful elbow in the ribs and he feigned pain. Monica smiled, "You two certainly scrubbed up well." She turned to Eric. "I can't remember the last time I saw you in anything other than baggy blue jeans and an ratty T-shirt." Roxanne interjected, "I threatened to handcuff him to the bed all evening if he didn't go out and buy a new outfit." Eric smirked back, "And I called her bluff saying I'd stay there hand cuffed and vulnerable until she got back." We all laughed. "So Candy's not here yet?" I addressed Roxanne not wanting to see Monica's reaction. "Oh, she called and said she'd meet us after dinner upstairs in the lounge. She asked me if she could bring someone." I saw the glint in Roxanne's eye. Had she set Candy up with some other man to forget about me and the last few days? She certainly deserved someone other than me. "He's a real looker too, possibly her next leading man if negotiations go well." She winked at me. Monica was the first to reach for a menu. "Let's order, I'm starving." She looked over to me. "When was the last time we ate?" "You two been too busy in bed to bother about food?" Eric chimed. We both looked at each other and chuckled knowing it was true. "You both can't talk, now I know where the term 'rocking the boat' comes from." I could tell Monica was happy for Eric. It got me wondering where his and Roxanne's relationship would lead. Eric was meant to be on the run from the FBI trail just like them. That was something to worry about later, now was the time to have some fun. We'd ordered 'Blue Water Seafood Platter' to share for appetizers and Roxanne had ordered drinks. Eric and myself liked the idea of the 'Menage a Trois of Filet Mignon, Lobster and Prawns'. Roxanne and Monica had the 'Creole Chicken'. We all decided to top off our meal with the caf's signature dessert, Bananas Foster, apparently a New Orleans favorite prepared tableside. "I raise a toast to our dynamic duo here who has taken the adult movie business by storm." Roxanne held her full champagne glass in mid air. "By storm?" Monica was fishing for more information. "Yes sweetie, that's why we're here, to celebrate your very recent success." We all clinked glasses and sipped. "What sort of success are we talking about here?" Even though I had enjoyed what we'd been doing to earn a living it still bothered me that someone might recognise us from this publicity. I very much doubted that those coming after us would have the time or the inclination to look up a site such as this. "I was informed just before we came here tonight that membership of my website has doubled after your first movie was added. Since the advertisement of your soon to be completed Havasu Lake shoot there has been continuous traffic and many inquiries. Darlings, you are hot property." She took another sip when her cell phone rang. "I'll just take this outside." "Well I can't believe it," Eric sat back in his chair, arms behind his head as Roxanne made her way out to reception cell phone to her ear. Devin her bodyguard watched her every move from another table. "Believe what?" I was still a little annoyed by the attitude of this man. "That taking a naked photo of you Mon, and a home video of you two in the sack, would all lead to this." "You didn't did you?" "Do what Monica? Sell your picture? No, I still have that in my hot little hand." He smirked. "But what does it matter now, the porn world has seen more than just a skin shot of you. That was some work out there at the lake." We blushed remembering all the people who had watched us have sex. To me it should be a private thing but I'd signed a contract at the risk of losing Monica. "Exciting news." Roxanne appeared from behind us. As she sat down again she spoke, "My editors have informed me that your Lake shoot is ready for presenting to the world and they're estimating another influx of new membership. I thought maybe we could do a publicity photo shoot this weekend?" Her eyebrows rose in a question. "Okay, I'm good." Monica looked over to me. How could I say no? "Then it's settled, you both can come over to my place Saturday morning. Everything will be organised from my end, setting and wardrobe. You just bring those lithe bodies of yours and that fiery, sexy karma." .................................... Dinner had been magnificent and expensive. I was glad Roxanne was picking up the tab. We made our way upstairs to the VooDoo Lounge and secured a table with comfortable seating for six. We were expecting Candy and her date to be there soon. I would need to make time for my apologies to her but it would have to be without Monica feeling uncomfortable. The ambiance of the place was magnificent. Half the roof top lounge was covered and the other half an open air terrace fifty-one storeys up. The views of the Las Vegas strip and the surrounds were breath taking. I'd heard that flair bartenders concocted specialty drinks like the award- winning "Witch Doctor," a mix of four Rums and tropical fruit juices so Monica and myself ordered one and we shared. We shared it in more than one way. As Eric and Roxanne danced we sipped then kissed. All through dinner I had wanted her lips on mine once more and her body against mine. I'd heard that the VooDoo Lounge was third on the list of the best places in the city to kiss with the Bellagio Fountains being the top. We took advantage of the subdued lighting and the mood music to experience this for ourselves. After our second drink I could see Monica starting to loosen up a little. She slid some ice onto her mouth and moved to mine. My fingers traced the outline of the back of her dress as we shared the ice orally. Her fingers felt over the silk of my shirt tantalizing my back as we went through every cube of ice; sucking, licking, biting and combining juices. I was beginning to think of places we could go to 'cool' off but was interrupted by our friends returning from the dance floor. Roxanne looked at her watch with a slightly concerned look. "Candy said she'd be here by now. I want to discuss the terms of the contract with her before tomorrow's shoot." "So Roxanne, who have you set Candy up with then?" I said trying not to show I was adjusting my crotch. I probably wouldn't know the gentleman anyway but thought I'd ask. "I didn't set her up with anyone. She said she's bringing her boyfriend who used to be her ex, they've apparently reconciled. I wouldn't mind having him for myself, looks remarkably like Keanu Reeves." It was Eric's turn to show possession and with one arm he pulled her into his side. "You're not going to star in your own movies unless it's with me." She just laughed and we all knew she was the boss behind the camera and not in front. When I'd heard Roxanne's words about Rocky coming along a small gasp appeared from my throat and I knew Monica had noticed. "John? Anything the matter?" Her eyes penetrated mine and I had to look away. After all the only time Rocky had seen me was when I was totally naked outside Candy's bedroom. It was completely obvious what we'd been doing. If Monica found out I'd be in mortal trouble even after we'd made up. Just how far Candy and myself had gone was still a mystery to her. "You know him John?" Monica was curious. Eric appeared agitated. "Come on Roxy, I love this song." He pulled her by the arm and she gave us a 'not again but I do love dancing with him' expression. "How do you know him?' Monica expected the truth. "I met him at Candy's a couple of days ago when you dropped me off there." The way her eyes searched mine I felt I was going through a lie detector test. "He came over to get a videotape he'd left there." Well it was almost true. So far I was passing. If she'd asked me what I'd been doing at the time he knocked then I'd be in deep shit again. "So does he really look like Keanu Reeves?" I had to think about that one. At the time it had been dark, I was totally naked and I'd had Candy's gun pointing at him, hardly the time for celebrity comparisons. "Maybe, but I don't really see people that way Mon." It was true so no buzzers went off on this occasion. At that time we heard a familiar voice beside us and turned to see Candy dressed in a pink shiny curve-hugging mini with matching pink shoes. Her hair was tied in braids that draped over her shoulders. She looked like fairy floss ready to be licked. I felt that familiar euphoria when I breathed in her scent but tried to hide it from Monica. "Hello Candy." I stood and offered her the chair next to ours. "Rocky's not here?" "No, he was called home but I'll see him tomorrow." She was pensive. "John can I talk to you?" She looked across to Monica who got the hint that Candy wanted privacy. She still aggravated Monica, I could tell that my lover didn't trust her but she was beginning to trust me more. I could have faith in Monica to see the situation for what it was, a time for me to come clean with Candy. "All right, I'll just go powder my nose." Candy followed Monica with her eyes until she was out of ear shot then turned to me. "Why John? Why didn't you tell me about her? Is she the reason you wouldn't make love to me? She's very beautiful and..." She almost broke down. Again I felt like going through the third degree. "Candy," I resisted the urge I had to hold her and kiss her passionately. "I'm really sorry but there's just something about you that makes me forget her when you're around." She smiled seductively, "So what are you thinking now?" "Candy," It was hard to talk about it with her, and I was glad Monica wasn't there to hear. "It's difficult not to just kiss you. If Rocky hadn't interrupted us the other night then we would have made wild love for the rest of the night." She looked pleased for a moment then went thoughtful again. I took her hands in mine and looked into her amazing green eyes. "I really love Monica. She is my whole life. Don't get me wrong, I like you as a friend and if circumstances were different then I'd choose to be with you." Her eyes averted to the ground and she seemed to understand. That last admission still hadn't quelled my desire to throw her on the table and plant her with kisses. Why was that? "I have to ask you something." It was hard to say. "Yes?" "Why is it that I am madly in love and lust with Monica but when you're around I feel like molesting you?" Her head tilted to one side and she went a little coy. "You have something you want to tell me?" Without words for the next ten minutes she proceeded to show me. I was so mesmerized by her performance that I failed to notice Monica slide in next to me and slip her hand under my jacket feeling my back through the silk. As Candy walked past the bar all the men, every single one of them turned and looked to see who had just walked by. Why hadn't I seen that before? Someone also needed to push their tongues back in their mouths before their drool formed a slippery mess on the ground. She went up to the dance floor and began to move behind Eric. "What's she doing?" Monica made her presence known and jolted me out of my trance. "She's demonstrating to me why I let her do those things to me, why I let her come between us." "What?" She put a hand to my cheek and drew my face around to meet hers. "John, talk to me." "Just look Monica, every man she's been near so far has been in a trance." "You're saying there's something unnatural about this?" "Just look at her." I slipped my jaw out of her hand and our gaze went to Eric on the dance floor sandwiched between Candy and Roxanne. As his hands went up Roxanne's sides, Roxanne's fingers traced Candy's arms. As they writhed in snake like rhythm to the lyrical strains of the music they seemed a natural threesome. Eric was in seventh heaven with two hot bodies next to him. As the composition turned to more seductive tones all eyes focused on the three hot bodies in the middle of the dance floor. Eric rocked his body into Roxanne as her hands massaged his butt. Candy ran her magic touch up over his quads to his inner thighs and then lingered there with fingers just resting against his balls through his pants. The whole action on the dance floor was R rated. I just knew that if I was in Eric's position I'd hardly be able to stand up let alone dance. I could feel Monica's hot breath on my cheek and knew she was also turned on by the action on the dance floor. "Hmm, Roxanne did say she could go for Candy." Monica smiled on my cheek and gave me a small kiss. Whispering into my ear she said one word. "Pheromones." "What?" It was my turn to question. "People can actually buy cologne nowadays that has chemicals added that are purported to attract the opposite sex." "You mean Candy's perfume is rigged to attract men?" "It looks that way, I've heard that it can increase the arousal and sexual pleasure of your partner, sex can be very stimulating more so than usual and it's even meant to help women and men have faster and more intense orgasms. There's one on the market called Primal Instinct." "Hmmm, maybe we should try that." I growled near her ear. "John," she responded grazing her nose along my jaw then kissing my cheek. "If we tried pheromones we'd die premature deaths. We already have a good thing going here, we don't need extra stimuli." The extent of the sex we'd had since leaving the desert was certainly unusual especially for two lovers in their thirties and early forties. My sex life had never been so hectic and erotic. "So do you forgive me now?" I turned to meet her gaze. "I told her I love you, that you are my whole life and I mean it. I'll never lay another hand on her I promise." My arm was around her shoulders and my fingers played with her upper arm. Monica's lips pursed a little as she thought about my statement then they spread forming a smile. "If you ever go near her I'm getting the handcuffs out and chaining you to the nearest fixed object." I loved the way she was strong. I could see that she could match Roxanne's strong personality any day. As she sealed her forgiveness with a long, drawn out kiss we hadn't noticed the three people approaching us. "I don't know about you guys but I want this night to go on for a little longer. I suggest going to my place for the night. I have a spa room that is wanting some company tonight." Roxanne's presence and words seemed logical. We all looked from one to the other and liked the idea very much. Then she smirked and added, "There is only one rule in the spa." She paused. "It is?" I asked. "No clothing." She chuckled and began to walk off. The rest of us followed looking forward to seeing and experiencing the spa bath she was talking about. ..................... The room was amazing. It was set out like ancient Roman baths with arches, pillars and small areas for privacy around the edges of the vast room. Each section had a bath that would snugly fit two people but the larger one in the middle could fit at least twenty. It was more like a swimming pool. The room was bathed in opalescent light that reflected off the water sending pearly, swirling patterns to the creamy stone walls. The area above the centre pool was two storeys high and painted and decorated to give the impression of a sky on a sunny day. The air was warm and fragrant conducive to relaxation and meditation and sex. The five of us had all come back to Roxanne's house in her Excursion driven by Devin. We'd all had our fair share of alcoholic beverages over the evening so were grateful for Roxanne's bodyguard. Candy, Roxanne and Eric couldn't keep their hands off each other all the way. It seemed that Candy's perfume was attracting Roxanne too. Eric had been between the two women and seemed to lap up all the attention. I could see it being one of his fantasies. Wasn't it every man's fantasy to have two beautiful women fawning over him? "Yes, I can tell what you're thinking. I have used this setting in a few of my movies." Roxanne was the first to take off her robe letting it just drop to the floor. My jaw hung almost to my chest and I hoped Monica hadn't seen my reaction. Here was a woman who obviously worked out. The muscle definition in her arms and thighs could be seen even from where I was. Her stomach was taut and flat and her breasts medium sized perfectly matching all her body curves. Seeing the nipple rings and the navel ring made me wonder if she had piercings elsewhere. As if to give us all directions she moved to the 'bath' and slipped in. "Come on in, it's heated to perfection." Candy was the next to slip off her robe revealing her nakedness. She looked across to Monica as she did so, almost wanting her to know what I had already seen. I remembered that body below me as I was about to consummate our relationship and blushed with the images of what would have happened between Monica and myself if that had occurred. It was Eric's turn to drool as Candy sleeked over to the edge of the pool, bent over revealing her perfect ass and then glided in and swam over to Roxanne. Eric disrobed and I could see all the women eyeing him off. He had an amazing physique for a computer nerd so must have done some sort of exercise in between his bouts of hacking or whatever it was that he did. He waded over to the two women in the pool and took a place between them. "Come in you two, it's not that we haven't seen you naked before." Eric smirked as he placed his arms around each of the ladies taking possession of them both. All eyes were on us now. Monica let her robe drop to the ground while I hung mine on a nearby hook. When I turned back Monica was in the pool and making her way over to the threesome. "So tell us Roxanne," I said as I swam over to Monica at the pool's edge and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You must have a few stories you could tell us about this place." "You're telling me. One shoot we did we had to get the paramedics. The girl was giving the guy a head job in one of the outer baths and in her excitement she almost drowned after taking in a little too much water." We all smiled and shook our heads. "So Roxy baby, what's the wildest scene you've shot here?" Eric's fingers made ribbon patterns over her shoulder. "Hmm, that would have to be the gang bang." "Oooh, I've only read about those, tell us about it." "This woman came to me and said she wanted me to film her wildest fantasy while her husband watched." "Her husband?" Candy needed confirmation. "She'd mentioned this to her husband and he apparently was really turned on by her requested so decided to play along." "Tell us more." I could see that Monica was getting into the mood and wondered whether she'd ever had fantasies like that. I don't think I could accept it if she wanted sex with other men let alone me watching it all happen. "So there was one female, how many men?" "Six." All jaws dropped. I just had to interject. "How could a woman possibly have sex with six men and survive?" As Roxanne explained Devin came in with a silver trolley on top of which were two bottles of champagne in ice buckets and five flutes. He filled each one dutifully and handed them to us. I wasn't usually a champagne drinker but I needed the buzz the bubbles gave me as I could see this conversation heating up. "Well it wasn't all at once. The poor woman would have had her body ripped apart" She laughed. "Sometimes she had two or three at once while the others rested to 'recuperate' so to speak. I've seen some incredible sex in my time but the way that woman took every which way and loved every minute of it I'll never forget." The mental images going through my mind were definitely being enhanced by Roxanne's story telling and the beverage in my hand. The arm that was around Monica now moved down to her thigh and I made sweeping movements from her knee to her shaved pubic area. She let out a breath each time I touched that magic spot on her inner thigh. The water was so clear that the others would be able to see what was happening under the water but I was beyond caring. The talk and the champagne were making me think about sex again. Sensing the heating atmosphere Eric spoke, "After Roxanne's story I have a question for you all and it can be answered as wildly as you want. We want entertainment here." "Go ahead." I saw Roxanne's leg link with his under the water and her hand went to his thigh. Candy's hand was going further and moved up to feel his growing erection. "If you were to die tomorrow what would be your one final wish? Any takers?" I decided to go first because my wish would probably be the tamest. "If I were to die tomorrow I'd want to marry the woman of my dreams and make crazy love to her all night long." Monica let out a groan from inside her throat as I slipped my hand between her legs and began to finger her labia. Her legs spread for me and I could almost feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Monica, you go next." Eric knew what I was doing under the water. Even if he couldn't see through the crystal clear fluid then he would have been able to read it on her face. My fingers slipped inside and felt sudden heat. "Earth to Monica." He was rubbing it in verbally as digitally I ran two fingers in long movements either side of her clit. "Um," she croaked. "I'd ... want to be married ....and have a ...baby." I stopped for a moment from the surprise of what she'd just said but she moved her hips wanting me to go on. She wanted a baby? Thoughts went through my mind imagining myself with a baby son or daughter in my forties. If Luke had lived he'd be a teenager by now and probably be more independent. I suppose I'd resolved myself to the fact I'd have no more children. Monica was moving on my fingers doing half the job of stimulating her. This was all leading to sex but I had no qualms of doing the deed here in the pool. My thoughts were interrupted with Roxanne's wish. "Not having starred in any of my movies and not having had the desire to do so, I'd still like to perform some of the things I've witnessed." "Oh, and what's that Roxy?" "One secret craving of mine is to do it in bed with a man and a woman at the same time. I've never built up the courage to ask anyone." "Well that's a coincidence. Our minds must be on the same wavelength." Eric was having difficulty talking now as both Roxanne's and Candy's hands took his dick and balls. Candy was the first to kiss him as she massaged his erection. Roxanne kissed down his shoulder and ran fingers through his hair. As I watched the three across from us my breathing was becoming more hoarse. I moved Monica so she was facing me with her knees either side of my hips but I could still get a good view of the threesome action over her shoulder. My fingers pushed inside her moist, slippery hole and she grabbed my dick and was doing to me what Candy was doing to Eric. "Candy," Eric could hardly talk. "Still... haven't heard.... from you." "Hmmm," Candy was very much aroused and went to straddle him with Roxanne's silent permission. Roxanne wrapped fingers around his swollen member and found Candy's entrance for her then she sat down on him slowly feeling his mass fill her hot cavern. Roxanne's hand went to Candy's ass and I could see her feeling the contours. When she didn't object she placed her other hand on Candy's ample breast and flicked the nipple with her thumb. Monica was heaving on my three fingers. "John, I need you in me." Her hands resting on my shoulders were digging in painfully but I was distracted by the eroticism of having sex while watching the threeway in front of me. I replaced my fingers with the throbbing mass that was between my legs. The live porn show before me was definitely a turn on. My lover bounced on me just as Candy was fucking Eric. Roxanne glided around to the back of Candy and moved her hair to the side to allow her access to her neck. She planted light kisses over the nape and then down her back. I could tell Candy was really enjoying this just as I was becoming more and more sexually charged with Monica's movements on me. It took all my strength to hold back the hell of an orgasm I knew I'd have. Candy arched her back and groaned as Eric massaged her clit. Still running her lips across her shoulders Roxanne's other hand feathered down her back to her ass then slipped a finger in her crack. She then slid a digit just inside her anus and started moving it in and out, then added another. Roxanne's free hand went to Candy breasts and cupped them and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The feel of Eric's dick inside her, her clit being stimulated, the hand on her breasts and the fingers up her ass was seemingly enough bringing her to a massive orgasm. She screamed out as she came. Roxanne thrust inside her ass with force helping her add to the intensity of her climax. "Go on baby, let it all out. Come for me baby, just like that." Candy's head fell back exhausted from the fiery climax. She carefully dismounted and rested against the pool edge coming to her senses once more. I could see that Eric was still raring to go and he took Roxanne in his hands and kissed her forcefully on the mouth then moved her so her back was to the edge. "Now it's your turn for a fuck you vixen!" He spread her legs forcefully and rammed into her while Roxanne called his name as if in a trance. As he pounded away Roxanne's breasts bounced in and out of the water. Droplets were spilling from her nipple rings. "Ooh Roxy, you're such an excellent fuck." He pounded on for minutes pinning her against the rim of the bath. I could tell he was then close to release. "I can't hold on...sorry." He gave one more heave then shot everything he had into her. Candy had recovered enough to finish the job for Roxanne. As Eric pulled out and lay spent on the pool's edge Candy moved over and gave the woman he had just shot his seed into a light kiss on the lips. When she accepted she went in for more. The sight of the two women kissing was almost too much to take. I willed myself to keep screwing Monica and come when she did. Mouths opened and tongues met, sliding all over then plunged in. Candy's hand fingered one nipple ring and then the other, then her hand trailed down to Roxanne's navel, tugging at the silver metal. She said something in her ear that I didn't quite catch but Roxanne moved up to sit right on the edge of the pool then spread her legs with knees up. It was at that moment I got a glimpse of more silver and knew Roxanne had a clitoris ring too. That must have been painful to get but it was such an erotic thing to see on a woman. Candy stood up and began kissing her on the mouth then over her chin to her neck. A hand went to between her legs and began fiddling as Roxanne writhed. A mouth was on her nipple licking and sucked and her teeth tugged at the ring causing shivers of pure delight down her lover's body. Her attention went to the other nipple and she threaded her hardened tongue into the circle and pulled. Roxanne took hold of Candy's hand and pulled as she made her way down leaving a cool trail of drool. She planted kisses across her abdomen and her navel ring before making her way to between Roxanne's legs. I could tell she was in another world. Her eyes rolled back and her head fell backwards. "Move back a bit." Candy gave directions before she started licking Roxanne's wet, hot center. I hadn't heard groans like that from anyone before. Candy pushed a finger inside her anus as her tongue fucked her. Candy tongued and tugged on the hot metal on her clit and Roxanne looked as though she would pass out with the pressure. As Roxanne was coming to her climax I could feel Monica's signs and knew that I would be relieved of my load soon too. Monica moved in to kiss me as we both came. Her body shuddered uncontrollably on top of me. I didn't need to see that Roxanne was orgasming too. Her vocal emanations would have travelled as far as Devin, maybe to Las Vegas strip as well.. The eroticism of what I'd just seen and heard combined with this beautiful woman on top of me made for one extraordinary orgasm. The temperature in the room would have gone up ten degrees just from all our body heat. We lay spent all of us having found release in a big way. It was Eric who started laughing first, then Roxanne, then all of us were laughing so hard at the absurdity of it all. Never before had I imagined having sex with an audience but there was something about it that was certainly fucking stimulating. "So Candy, you still haven't told us your deepest, darkest wish." Eric was determined to find out. She smiled a very satisfied grin and spoke, "I've never told a soul this but I've want to have sex with three men at one. I want every cavity filled at the one time. That is so erotic to me." Roxanne's eyes widened and she knew she'd picked a winner here for more prize-winning adult movies of hers. "That could be arranged," she said wickedly. ..............................