Debutante (11 page)

‘You haven't answered my question.'

Emily's mind went completely blank. The only clarity was in her cunt as short, hard, futile little spasms grasped at nothing.
What the fuck was his question, something about squirting or – right! No swearing in public.

‘Only in bed!' she shouted, as triumphant as a game show competitor who'd been first to figure out the right answer.
Now give me my prize!

‘Good.'

Luke slipped the head of his cock into her. ‘Remember how hard it was for us to fuck, at first. My big cock and your little pussy hole?'

‘Uh-huh.'

‘But see how easy it is, now?' He fed her hungry cunt another inch.

‘Uh-huh.'

‘That's how it'll be with your ass,' he said, adding, ‘Mrs Bottomsby.'

She felt the warm oil dribbling between her ass cheeks. ‘Lukey … oh God … not tonight.'

‘You said we could try again,' he reminded her.

‘Lukey … please … I'm so close.'

‘I know.' He dipped to cup her clit with his palm. ‘But if you come now you're not going to let me even try. I know you, Emily.'

‘I'll try next time.'

‘This time.' He started sliding out of her pussy again but, at the sound of her despairing moan, relented. Instead, he slid smoothly up inside her. At the same time, a finger pressed against the entrance to her ass.

Emily began to shake. She did not like that finger shoving its way up her ass but she loved, she
loved
, the way his cock pumped in and out and his palm pressed hard against her clit. Or maybe she did like that finger up her ass. It was moving in rhythm with his cock now, both entrances, empty only moments ago, now full.

‘There's my pretty girl,' he said. ‘There's my angel Emily.'

‘I love you, Luke,' she whimpered.

‘Ha!' A second fingertip nudged inside beside the first.

Emily threw back her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. ‘It hurts!'

‘Go with it, Em. You can do it.' He pushed hard with both fingers.

‘No! Stop! Luke!' Emily's hands clawed the bedclothes in a futile attempt to escape.

‘Christ!' Luke withdrew the second finger. He matched the rhythm of cock and finger, front and back, and fucked her furiously. ‘Christ on a stick!'

Emily came as fast and wild as a mistral becomes a sudden storm.

‘Ow! Ow! Fuck!' Emily's climax was never-ending, which was good because the fat dome of Luke's cock kept bumping against her cervix and it seemed as if only her paroxysms protected her womb from penetration.

She knew, probably because of the pressure of his finger up her ass, the moment his cock began to pulse as he peaked, just in time to spare her life. ‘That's it, Lukey!' Emily shrieked, spurring him on, urging him to make this messy, mixed-up, fabulous fuck end before it killed her.

Luke howled. His thick cock shuddered inside Emily. His finger, buried up her bum hole, trembled.

‘Oh. Dear. God,' Emily groaned.

Luke slid his limp dick from her drowned cunt. His finger slipped from her ass.

They fell apart, like two halves of a piece of exotic fruit, sliced once by a deadly blade.

The door opened. Marion stepped into the room. ‘What the fuck?'

Emily started to laugh, that same laugh that had been with her since she'd been fired. She wiped the tears from her face with a corner of the tangled sheet and tried to cover herself with it.

‘Too loud?' asked Luke.

‘Um. Yeah.' Marion focused on Emily. ‘You OK?'

Emily could see a few curls of Marion's bright red pussy hair, peeking out from under a black T-shirt with
slut
written across it in hot pink letters. She giggled. ‘Uh-huh.'

‘I'll have you know,' said Marion haughtily, ‘I draw the line at snuff films.'

Luke and Emily clung to each other as they burst into howls of laughter.

‘Say, that
is
good to know!' Luke managed to get the words out between bursts of laughter. ‘You should put that in writing so we don't forget.'

‘Ha ha.'

Emily crawled to the camera. She swivelled it towards Marion and pulled focus as best she could. ‘Say it again. Please, Marion!'

‘Fuck you.' Marion gave the camera the finger. The hoity-toity redhead tossed her head in contempt as she turned her back to the couple. This caused her T-shirt to ride up, exposing the swell of her bum. She slammed the door behind her.

Emily switched the camera off. ‘Pity,' she said. She turned off the light and cuddled up against Luke, her back to his belly. ‘I'm so fu– I'm so tired.'

‘Mmm.' Luke threw his arm around her waist and spooned her.

Dark. Silence. Warmth.

Post-orgasmic bliss.

Emily sank into sleep like a skipping stone, after the final skip, sinks into the sea.

Luke sat in a patio chair, beyond splashing distance from the pool. The Film Department had given him absolute orders to relinquish the University's equipment immediately or risk being fined.

Emily sat across from him, yakking on the phone and making notes.

A few members of the Movie Mob, following Emily's instruction to drive the neighbours, who'd started frequenting their back yards again since Bobby's departure, indoors once more, frolicked naked in the pool.
Pool Party
would be shot as soon as they could be fairly sure there'd be no nosy neighbours spying on their activities. The rest of the newest inhabitants of Beverly Hills ate, slept, steamed or made out in the various rooms of the big house.

Most of the missing Mob members had returned on 1st August to continue working with NAIL and had been more than happy to move into Bobby's house. Blaine was a no-show but he'd already provided what they'd needed most from him – the shell company Emily had turned into their prod. co.

Jimmy, Director of Photography, also didn't return, but Paul filled the position nicely. Unfortunately, Patricia, who'd been screwing Professor Simmons, was also a no-show. Which was why Luke's possession of the University's cameras was no longer being overlooked by the head of the department.

Luke admired his gorgeous girl. She looked every inch the star in her, well,
Bobby's
, Ferragamo sunglasses and Stella McCartney one-piece bandeau bathing suit. He grinned.
The things you learn shooting porn …
Last year he hadn't known Paul McCartney's daughter was a famous designer. Now he liked to think he could pick out one of her creations by the way it draped the body and the ease with which it could be removed.

Things were going swimmingly. He chuckled out loud. Emily had kicked up a bit of a fuss at his insistence on keeping his room at the house, but he'd held his ground. He wasn't ready to pull up roots and it wasn't as if he could change his mind once he left. There was a waiting list for rooms in that house that was longer than a half-hour porn script. Not that a half-hour porn script, even a half-hour NAIL porn script, was all that long.

Part of Emily's objection, he suspected, was Marion's refusal to give up her third-floor attic room.

Emily was jealous, pure and simple. As far as he knew she knew nothing of his one-time arrangement with Marion, which had been fun while it lasted and had ended the day he'd laid eyes on Em. He was darn sure Marion hadn't talked. She had a big mouth, all right, but not when it came to talking, just sucking. He shook his head to clear his mind before his cock got any harder. Friends with benefits, fuck-buddies, whatever he and Marion had been, they were pals now. Colleagues and pals.

He glanced around idly. The redhead wasn't hard to spot. She was roaming what Em called ‘the back forty', tracking songbirds with her recording equipment. He and Em had argued about that, too, but Em had won out. For now, much as Marion loved sound, she was First Assistant Director. Emily thought Marion's looks and personality were poorly suited to recording and editing sound. Luke could see her point but … just watching the joy on Marion's face as she captured the trilling of a little chickadee, or whatever it was, made it clear, at least to him, that if she got what she wanted she'd end up in sound.

It
was
time to put her in front of the camera, though. That much he and Emily agreed on. But Emily hadn't written anything yet and neither had Marion so …

He tucked the lenses in their protective pouches and placed them gently in the camera case. He had absolutely no idea where they'd get cameras from until school started up again. But that wasn't his problem.

He stood. Time to get these cameras back to campus. He gave Emily a wave but she shook her head, motioning him back into his seat. Obediently, he sat. It looked like she was almost ready for another ‘Me Tarzan, you Jane' lesson but he was hesitant to go there. Besides, everything that wasn't directly related to NAIL slipped from her mind in days. It wasn't as if he wanted to dominate her, necessarily. He just didn't want her pussy-whipping him. There was a big difference between the two.

Emily hung up. She told Luke, ‘Good news! Vito says it's all selling like hotcakes. The
Young Love
trilogy, with Tony and Aileen, has gone viral. All the porn sites that are owned by women, and it seems that there are a lot of them, want it because it's romantic as well as very sexy. That's a whole new market. They want NAILs' inventory on their sites ASAP. Hah!' She pumped the air in triumph.

‘Fantastic!' Luke said. ‘Did he have any suggestions for more?'

‘Plenty! Interracial. Your bed-buddy, Paul? It's time to take him out from behind the camera and put him in front of it. Vito wants some three-girl action, but again, as romantic as we can make it.'

‘Romantic? Three-way love as well as lust?'

‘Why not? For it to work, we need three girls who are not only willing to do lesbian stuff, but who are into each other. That might be tricky.'

‘Anything else?'

‘Some older woman/younger guy. Cougars are in fashion, in porno, it seems. Young guys, we got lots of. Any ideas for older women?'

Luke mused. ‘I can think of some lady profs who are crazy enough to consider it and some who'd look great on camera. Unfortunately, none that has both the looks and the willingness.'

Emily shrugged. ‘The man wants cougars, cougars he shall have. Find me one, Luke.'

‘I have to get these cameras back to campus.'

‘What are we going to use if you turn in our equipment?'

‘I told you about this, Emily. I turn in the equipment or they start fining me.'

‘Fuck.' She turned her attention to her calculator and started bashing away at it.

Mind like a sieve
… Luke glowered. The girl remembered nothing he taught her but every word Vito Manero uttered was memorised, analysed and jotted down in her journal.

‘We'll have to rent some.' She looked up. ‘Would it be cheaper to just pay the fines and hang on to the cameras we have?'

‘Probably. But it makes me look bad, Em.'

‘I can't imagine anything could make you look bad, gorgeous,' she said.

Was she playing him?

‘Lukey, don't turn in the cameras today. Go get a cougar, please?'

‘Just like that? Where? How?'

‘I don't care where or how or what it takes, just do it.'

‘No matter what?'

‘No matter what.'

Luke said, ‘But, Emily …'

‘Just do it, OK?'

‘You're the boss.'
For now, little girl.

‘Yes, I am. He also wants some very big dicks so keep your eyes open.'

‘So when I'm not prowling cougar bars you want me to hang out in men's rooms looking for cock?'

‘Not cock. Big cock!' She grinned.

‘You're losing your mind,' said Luke. He slung the camera case over his shoulder.

‘Just like a real producer!' she crowed. ‘All I'm asking is that you keep your eyes open. So far we've only got Paul and supposedly Eric. But Eric's tests aren't back yet so he's out. And you, of course but …'

‘But I'm the director.'

‘Right. So forget about the big cock thing if you want, just please, Mr Director, go do some cougar casting. Ask Tony. He knows all kinds of stuff. Just make sure she's pretty, hmm? It'd be super if her health records are up to date, too. Otherwise we'll have to use condoms which is OK but not …' Her voice trailed off as she turned her attention back to her laptop.

Luke waited for her to finish her sentence.

She started tapping at her keyboard.

Luke growled. ‘Will that be all, Mr Weinstein?'

Emily looked up, obviously surprised he was still there. A beach ball bounced across the courtyard. She whacked it away from the patio table. ‘Working over here!' she yelled. ‘See you later?' she asked.

‘I think I'll go home tonight. Turn in the camera equipment in the morning.' He started to walk away.

‘Luke?'

He stopped. ‘Yes?'

She gave him a pretty little baby pout.

That's more like it
. He waited for her to beg him to come back to the house later, so they could fall asleep in each other's arms.

‘Please don't turn in the cameras yet. Pretty pretty please?' She batted her lashes.

Luke was so surprised he actually laughed – the sound as short and harsh as a big dog's bark. ‘OK. You know where to find me when you want me,' he said.

Emily flexed her fingers. ‘I'm going to write such a scorching hot script for your cougar and Paul you'll need the Ove Glove just to hold it in your hand. We'll get big dick plus interracial plus cougar. Vito will be in heaven!' She turned her attention back to her laptop. ‘Bye, Luke.'

‘Yep,' he said.

‘Remember, whatever it takes.' Em started tapping at her keyboard again. ‘Marion,' she called, oblivious to the redhead only yards away from her, ‘where are you?' When she received no answer she upped her volume. ‘Marion! I need you! NOW!'