“We were just going to enjoy the sunset and relax in the hot tub. Would you ladies like to join us?”
The Asian girl tilted her head.
“Do you own the house?” she asked.
“I do,” Trip said, moving forward.
The look she gave him had me worried.
“You’re Craig Wild,” the brown-haired woman said, eyeing Craig with a slightly possessive expression.
“I’m Kent, Craig’s manager,” Kent said to the blonde. She looked him up and down and smiled. We all walked up to the house. There was an outdoor shower on the lower patio, and Trip asked us all to rinse off before going into the house and hot tub. The six of them went upstairs, and Fritz and I relaxed on the downstairs patio to give them some privacy.
“It looks like they stole the girls I found.”
“I think you’re better off. All those girls saw were dollar signs,” Fritz explained.
“Do you think they’ll be okay?”
“Those three have been doing this for years. They’ll be fine.”
“I noticed there was no alcohol. Do you think Trip will make it this time?” I asked.
This rehab had been his third try in five years. Craig had done his stint before shooting our movie. I hoped Kent could keep temptation away.
“One can only hope. I know how much Rita worries about him,” Fritz said.
I was finding I liked Fritz. He was easy to talk to and had a good sense of humor. He also saw more than I realized. Fritz warned me to be careful around Zak. While Zak didn’t have a mean bone in his body, he could easily lead me astray. He enjoyed everything you would imagine an actor would get up to, including drugs, alcohol, and plenty of women.
While I watched the sun go down, I called home and updated my mom about my day. I also called Tami, Yuri, Tim, and Jim. I’d decided that I needed to be sure to rotate calling my friends when I got a chance. Uncle John had mentioned that I needed to be sure not to forget about them and how important their friendships would be in the future.
I also called my old high school friend Bill Callaway. We made plans to get together either Friday or Saturday. He promised to bring Sage, Ridge, and Penny.
I thought of someone else and called Hunter Green. He’d been at the USC and Elite camps with Ridge and me and was now at San Diego State. Hunter said he would call Ridge and get the details. It would be nice to get everyone back together.
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When Fritz and I arrived at the main house, the three women were in the TV room, watching a movie and drinking wine. I sat down next to Halle, and she promptly put her feet into my lap, so I began to massage them.
“What did you and the boys get up to?” Caryn asked.
“We were chased by paparazzi and had to call the police. I discovered why Trip lives at the beach, and Fritz taught me to surf.”
“It is nice there,” Rita said, and then asked what she was worried about. “Were they being good?”
“No drugs or alcohol. Trip did steal the future Mrs. Dawson from me with that fancy house.”
“If she was more interested in the house than you, I’d say you were better off letting Trip have her,” Halle said.
“That’s what Fritz told me.”
“Listen to him. He gives good advice,” Halle said.
We all watched the movie as I slowly massaged Halle’s feet. I surreptitiously began to arouse her, and she was surprised when she suddenly had an orgasm.
“Uh, I have to go read my script for tomorrow,” Halle said and left.
I figured that since I helped her, she might want to return the favor. I was about ready to go discuss this with her when Caryn sat down next to me and put her feet into my lap.
“Me next,” she said with a big smile.
I figured I would goof around with Caryn. I found she had some problem areas.
“Are you in pain?” I asked.
“How did you know?” Caryn asked.
“I think there’s a massage table in the exercise room. Let me give you a full-body massage and see if that helps,” I suggested.
“You know how to give a massage?” Rita asked.
“My brother has a business doing them, and he taught me a few things. Do you want one too?” I asked.
“If you’re giving them out, I wouldn’t say no.”
They paused the movie so they could change into something I could give them a massage in. Caryn was in running shorts and a sports bra, while Rita was in a robe. I looked through their supplies and only found some coconut-scented oil. When I got the chance, I would have to get something different, because this stuff smelled bad.
I took my shirt off because I was afraid I would get this junk on it and it would stain. Caryn looked at me funny, but once I put my hands on her, she forgot about it. Caryn’s back was a mess.
“This is going to hurt, but you’ll thank me in the morning,” I said.
I began to give her a deep tissue massage where I noticed problem areas.
“Ouch! Oh, oh, ooohhh,” she moaned when I would fix one.
I worked her over for an hour. I would have to give her regular follow-ups, so I figured she’d had enough for one night.
“Take some Tylenol or ibuprofen and either a hot bath or shower before you go to bed,” I advised.
Caryn left, and Rita gave me a funny smile.
“When I got ready, I think the wine had gone to my head. I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Rita admitted.
“It’s up to you. I promise to be professional,” I said.
She looked me in the eyes and nodded. I was shocked when she dropped her robe and was naked underneath. Rita James was pushing forty, but I will say that I know some teenagers who’d gladly switch bodies with her without question. I grabbed a towel and placed it over her butt when she lay down. If she hadn’t been Halle’s mom, I would’ve been in trouble.
Rita just had ordinary tension, and it was evident she was tired. I admit I enjoyed giving her a massage. My slacks did tighten when I did her thighs and her legs came apart slightly. She didn’t shave or wax, which made it seem even naughtier, for some reason.
When I was done, I turned my back so Rita could put on her robe.
“Thanks, David, that was nice.”
“Anytime you want another one, just let me know.”
“I might take you up on that,” she said and left.
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I found Halle already in bed, so I stripped off and joined her.
“You smell like coconut,” she mumbled.
I just pulled her to me and held her. It had been a good day.
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Chapter 17 – Damn, David! Thursday December 3
I woke to me getting my wish: Halle was slowly giving me oral. Brook was right: if Halle started every day this way, it would be hard for anyone to compete. I pulled her on top of me so I could eat her at the same time. I beat her to the finish line but made sure she got hers too.
After a quick shower, I got ready to run. When I stepped out front, Fritz and three of his team were waiting for me. Usually one of them stayed with the house.
“Have you looked out the gate?” Fritz asked.
“No.”
“We have several friends waiting for us. You’re not allowed to touch them unless they touch you first. Then you can protect yourself. Paul and Flo are wearing bodycams in case anything happens. That stops the frivolous lawsuits when a camera gets broken.
“Oh, and don’t whack anyone with the Bo staff. That is unless they have a weapon and you have to disarm them,” Fritz said.
“Should we cancel our run?” I asked.
“You can’t let them run your life,” Paul said.
Having to run with four security people seemed like I was letting them do just that.
As we came around the house, we saw that three had grown to eight. As soon as we were in sight, they started to snap pictures. Then they began to shout questions like did I sleep with Leah. As the gates opened, a couple of them tried to block our path, but I still had some moves and was able to dodge them.