I was cleaning up when a haggard Rita came in with a robe on.
“Did you just get home?” I asked.
“I got here about a half hour ago and grabbed a quick sandwich. Halle said you were giving massages. Am I in time to get one?” she asked.
“You look like you need the full treatment. Come sit down, and I’ll start with a scalp massage.”
Rita sat down, and I began to work on her head and neck. While I had her like this, I also did her face.
“You’re a genius. I was starting to get a splitting headache, and now it’s gone.”
“Get on the table, and I’ll do your back. Do you want cinnamon, vanilla, or lavender?” I asked.
She came over and smelled them all.
“The cinnamon is different. I’ll try that.”
I hadn’t forgotten the last massage and held my breath to see if she was naked under the robe. When she dropped it, she was facing away from me, and she treated me to her bare bottom and some side boob. I grabbed a towel and covered her butt.
“Aren’t you going to take your shirt off? I’d hate to get it messed up,” Rita reasoned.
My offer to take my pants off as well remained unspoken. I could only foresee bad things happening if I did that. Well, not bad, but I needed to consider Halle. It wasn’t her fault her mom was a MILF.
When I started on her back, it confirmed she’d had a bad day. I worked to help her with her tension. I knew when I was tired and tense, I didn’t sleep very well. A massage worked wonders.
As I massaged Rita, I began to feel a noticeable problem growing in my pants. Boxer shorts and slacks were not the best at hiding it. I was sure Rita had seen my arousal. She moved her hand up from her side to rest under her head, and the back of her hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against my now hard member. So I was certain she was aware. Both Mr. Happy and I were at least 80% sure if we made a move, Rita would be open to it. It was that 20% and Halle that held me back.
I switched from her back to her feet. I noticed that her legs were spread wider than they’d been the last time. The towel did nothing to cover her fuzzy sex. The bonus to this angle was that it allowed me to readjust myself so I was going down a pant leg.
As I worked on her legs and moved up towards her upper thighs, I could smell her arousal over the cinnamon scent of the oil.
“My butt is sore from sitting most of the day,” she told me.
I wasn’t Superman. Well, part of me was made of steel right now. I took a deep breath, removed her towel, and started in. In my mind, I was starting to justify getting on the table so I could straddle her legs to give her a better massage. I mentally slapped myself because I could tell the little head had come up with that brilliant plan. Then again, when Mr. Happy took over, good things happened.
I guess I spaced out working her firm butt over because I was shocked when she rolled over and smiled at me.
“Do I get a happy ending?” she asked.
For a split second, I thought about using my ‘no regrets’ card. Then I remembered I would regret losing Halle as a friend. I saw Rita start when she realized what she’d just said. I tossed her robe to her, but also managed to look her in the eye and say calmly that I’d need to think about that. When had my voice become so husky?
I did manage to grab my shirt and make a dignified exit, rather than just bolting from the room.
A few seconds later, I burst into Halle’s room, but she wasn’t there. Before I panicked and did unspeakable things to Caryn, I went to my room. Halle was on my bed with nothing on but a smile. The poor girl had never experienced ‘Cave Man’ David.
I grunted, and clothes started flying. Halle let out a loud ‘oomph’ as I picked her up and positioned her so her butt was on the side of the bed. I hooked her legs, put them on my shoulders, and began to devour her sex. It was full-mouthed, sloppy, animalistic oral sex. There was no technique or style to it. My only goal was to get her wet enough to stuff her full of my member. I would have done just that, but Halle had ahold of both my ears and was grinding against my mouth.
Ever since I’d taken her virginity, I’d made sure it was always about Halle. She seemed to respond to more gentle lovemaking. Now, though, she obviously loved this change of pace. Halle finally climaxed and let go of me. While she caught her breath, I put on a condom. Then it was game on.
I covered her body and let nature take its course. Halle raised her knees, and the next thing I knew, she’d wrapped her legs around my lower back. I pushed up on my hands so I could see my flat stomach slap against hers as we wildly made love.
“That’s right! Do me with your big tool!” Halle yelled.
So much for us being considerate to Rita.
“Jam that monster into my tiny little tunnel!”
Halle was a woman possessed. She dug her claws into my back as she slammed our hips together. Her tiny little kitty began to milk me, and I climaxed so hard it almost hurt.
When we finally calmed down, I reached down and grabbed the condom. It was good that I was in the habit of doing that because it wanted to slide off. I’d come so hard I almost filled it. I took a hot shower, and Halle joined me. We climbed into bed naked, and both fell asleep right away.
Halle James felt right in my arms. LA and this lifestyle were starting to feel right. I knew my life was changing, and I could see living it with Halle at my side. I was afraid Brook was right. The more time it was just the two of us, the more likely it was that we would end up together.
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Chapter 19 – Release the Hound Thursday December 10
Saul was in a tizzy. Caryn and I’d been summoned to his office. Our set was still shut down while everyone healed up enough that some makeup would cover our injuries. At least, that was the story we were given. Halle told me that the studio shut it down to assure all safety measures were in place. She said that insurance was a huge issue, and if the studio breached their agreement, they might have to shut down all filming because of the exposure to risk.
“We have the final cut of Star Academy,” Saul announced when we entered. “People from MGM and Warner Brothers want to see the film, as do Disney and Lucasfilm.”
MGM and Sony had done the last three James Bond movies. Warner Brothers had taken Sony’s spot when their deal was completed. Rumors were flying that Daniel Craig was balking at playing James Bond again, due to his desire to be around his family. The studios were offering to shoot a compressed timeline and do two movies back-to-back. The latest rumor was he’d been offered one hundred million to do the deal.
Disney owned Lucasfilm, and they were responsible for the Star Wars movies.
“When’s this supposed to happen?” Caryn asked.
“In half an hour.”
“Jesus, Saul,” Caryn complained. “You could’ve given us a little notice.”
“Listen, Princess, they heard it was out and wanted to see it. If they want to see it, we’re showing them the damn film. They just need to be reassured that David can handle a movie of this caliber.”
“You call me ‘Princess’ one more time, and I’m going to hurt you,” Caryn warned.
“I think she likes me,” Saul said to me with a smile.
“So, what do I need to do?” I asked.
“Just be there. If they have any questions, let me handle it,” Saul said.
Caryn and I left his office to wait for the executives from the studios to show up.
“You need a new agent,” Caryn said.
“I agree that he’s a jerk, but let’s see what he does. If he can get me one of these films, he’ll be worth keeping around.”
“Results matter, but he’s representing you, and his actions reflect on you.”
She had a point.
I was happy to see Chubby Feldman. He had people from MGM and Warner Brothers with him. I was surprised to see Halle, Rita, and Jessup in the crowd that was drinking coffee and eating bagels, waiting for the theater to open. Right at ten a.m., the doors opened. Saul’s agency had a small thirty-person theater for the screening of a movie. I sat in the second row, between Chubby and Caryn.