"No thanks," he grumbled at each of these people. "This one was on the house."
Mindy, for the most part, ignored his presence completely. From the time of his arrival until her midnight kiss with her husband, she played the gracious host to everyone else and didn't say more than a few dozen words to him. As soon as it was officially 1990, Jake called for his limo and began saying his goodbyes.
It was then that Mindy suddenly appeared by his side. Winslow was playing a game of pool with a few of the other guests (Jake hadn't been invited to play, which was a pity because he would've easily annihilated anyone else at the party) and the majority of the others were watching the game and cheering.
"Come with me," Mindy whispered in his ear.
"Where?" Jake asked. "Why?"
"Upstairs," she said. "Because my pussy is soaking wet right now and I want your cock inside of it."
Jake was drunk, but his judgment was not so impaired that he didn't realize how dangerous of an idea this was. "I don't think we'd better do that right now," he told her.
"I do," she said simply, and grabbed his hand.
Two minutes later they were on the second floor in the huge master suite that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. Mindy was wearing a cranberry red cocktail gown. She lifted the hem of it, revealing the fact that she was wearing a garter belt beneath it. It seemed she had forgotten to put on panties this evening. Her smoothly shaved slit was swollen and wet, the light glinting off her lips. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs widely.
"Fuck me right here," she said. "Fuck me on his bed!"
He wanted to refuse, but, like always when dealing with Mindy Snow, his little head quickly and efficiently took charge. It swelled up in a matter of seconds and before he even realized how it had happened, his custom-tailored trousers were down around his ankles and he was buried balls-deep within her tight body. They rutted forcefully, furiously, their bodies slamming together, their breath tearing in and out of their throats. Jake held off until he felt the familiar sensation of Mindy's body tensing as she came and then he let himself go as well.
"Happy New Year," she told him as he pulled his dripping manhood from her cavern.
"Yeah," he said breathlessly. "Happy New Year."
He left a few minutes later. Mindy walked him to the door, gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and then whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna walk around with your come dripping out of me for the rest of the night. And when Scotty and I go to bed, I'm gonna make him eat me. Think about it. He'll be eating your come out of my pussy and he won't even realize it."
Her proclamation actually made Jake a little sick to his stomach. But that did not stop him from getting together with her three days later when Scotty had to fly to New York for a promotional shoot.
Chapter 19a
Los Angeles, California
January 9, 1990
Now this is something new, Jake thought as he listened to the grunts and groans, smelled the smells, and felt the exquisite pleasure of a new sensation providing enjoyment to him. It really wasn't very often that he had such a thought about sexual activity. After ten years as a performing rock musician, the last eight of those years as the lead singer of one of the most popular bands of all time, there was little he hadn't tried at one time or another. Leave it to Mindy Snow to come up with something unique, kinky, yet not quite falling under the heading of total depravity.
They were in a Venice beachside condo that belonged to Darla O'Banion, Scott Winslow Adams' personal make-up artist. Jake was naked, lying on his back on Darla's bed. Mindy, her body naked, sweaty, and flushed, was atop him, her breasts against his chest, her mouth chewing on his neck, moaning into his ear, while Jake's throbbing erection was buried to the hilt in her shaven, slippery vagina, thrusting carefully in and out. Behind Mindy, her petite body almost (but not quite) naked, her red hair hanging in sweaty clumps in her face, was Darla O'Banion. Darla's only article of clothing — so to speak — was an eight-inch strap-on dildo. She was gripping Mindy by the hips and thrusting the fake phallus in and out of Mindy's lubed anus. It had taken awhile for Jake and Darla to establish a rhythm that allowed both of them move simultaneously, but now that they had, they were driving Mindy insane.
"Yes!" Mindy panted, her eyes wild. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me, you guys! Fuckin' fuck the shit out of me!"
They continued to fuck. Jake had already come once about thirty minutes before. That had been while fucking Darla from behind while Darla first fingered and then actually crammed her entire tiny fist into Mindy's swollen vagina and began to thrust it in and out. It was a good thing Jake had had the release then because the sensation of the thrumming, vibrating dildo rubbing against him through Mindy's thin perineal membrane, coupled with the sheer kinky nastiness of what they were doing, already had him fighting to remain in control of himself — something he hadn't had to do in quite some time.
Jake had never met Darla before this evening. He had never even been told about her, although there was quite a story there. Mindy had simply given him an address to show up at for this Tuesday night rendezvous while her husband was going over some final paperwork in his study and he'd driven there. Her explanation had been that the condo in question belonged to a discrete friend. He had not known in advance that the discrete friend was going to be there as well, or that the discrete friend had always had a crush on Jake Kingsley and desperately wanted to get it on with him. He certainly hadn't known that the discrete friend — a petite, thirty-year-old natural redhead with freckles on her nose and her breasts — had been fucking Mindy's husband for the past six months and that Mindy had known about it.
"And... you're okay with her fucking your husband?" Jake had asked Mindy after being told the situation.
Mindy simply shrugged. "Why should I have all the fun with Scotty's golf-pencil dick? Darla's a cool girl. She's only doing what she has to do."
"Wow," Jake said. "This is a little weird."
"I'm only fucking him to keep my job," Darla said with a shrug of her own. "It's the way things work in Hollywood. I was actually kind of relieved when Mindy told me she knew about it and didn't care. I've always liked Mindy and I hated doing something like that behind her back."
"So you two are... friends?"
"Oh, we're more than just friends," Mindy said. "Much more."
"You mean... uh..."
"We don't go all the way," Mindy said. "Remember, I'm not a lesbian. I don't like putting my mouth on women or letting them put their mouths on me. That's just too much."
"I see," Jake said, although he didn't. Not right then, anyway.
"I do like women touching me though," Mindy said. "And... well... wouldn't you know it? Darla likes to touch."
"How convenient," Jake said.
"Yes," Mindy said. "And there are many different ways to touch another woman, aren't there, Darla?"
"Very many," Darla agreed, licking her lips.
"Would you like to see some of them, Jake?" Mindy asked.
"Well... if you were going to do it anyway," Jake said.
And so it had begun. Jake started out as an observer but that only lasted about five minutes — the amount of time it took the two women to shed their blouses and bras and start feeling each other's breasts. They then invited Jake to feel each set of breasts and judge which ones were the fairest in the condo. Jake did so, declaring a tie, of course, even though Mindy's breasts were far softer, bigger, and more squeezable than Darla could ever hope to achieve — even with the finest plastic surgeon in southern California on retainer. This activity quickly led to the three of them naked in the living room, Jake's condom-encased manhood thrusting in Darla from behind while the make-up artist and adulterer fisted Mindy to a violent orgasm. After that, they broke out the strap-on and Mindy demanded a rough, brutal double penetration.