This is a work of erotic fantasy, so there’s quite a lot of sex. However, there isn’t sex happening in every chapter. There are many passages that include setup, character development, and all that boring stuff which makes the sex that much more meaningful when it finally happens. I know not everyone cares about backstory or getting to know the characters, so each chapter which does have sex in it also has a heart following its title: ♥
The sex is not intended to be pornographic or paraphilic. It’s just the kind of stuff that happens between people, though sometimes in somewhat unusual situations. This includes threesomes and groups, intimacy taking place among people under the age of eighteen (with no one over eighteen present), same-sex partners, and scenes involving brother-sister incest. If you live in the kind of world where you believe those sorts of things never happen, or should never happen, you’re both (1) welcome to stop reading now; and (2) not even remotely in touch with reality in any way at all.
There is cover art for Book 2! It’s non-nude. If you’d like to see it, it’s here on imgbox.com.
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— Harmony Brücke, fricfic at gmail | Twitter @BruckeHarmony
Kaeleigh Goes All the Way
Book 2: 2024 • Part IV: Lana’s Dilemmas
1. Public Moments ♥
[The video begins with hip-hop style background music mix and a CGI image of a red plunger-style button mounted to a wall, flashing red. Title: THE REC ROOM]
[Dissolve to Kaeleigh, walking along a series of corridors with doors set in the walls. She is dressed in a business-casual combination of blouse and denim skirt. Camera tracks to follow her. In the background, various people can be seen carrying cabling, sound, and lighting equipment. Others are standing in pairs or small groups, engaged in quiet and focused conversation. The atmosphere is one of active, busy professionals at work in a studio production environment.]
KAELEIGH: Hi! I’m Kaeleigh, and since this series was kind of my idea, Marta, our producer and all-around great boss, thought I should explain what it is. What you’re about to watch is the first scene from The REC Room. That’s REC as in record.
Working at Pretty Good Privates isn’t a nonstop orgy, even though there’s about forty insanely hot girls and a couple dozen boys you’d have to be crazy to say no to. Which is to say, everyone. I mean, you’ve seen the videos. You know. But there’s a lot of work involved in making great scenes for you to watch and enjoy, hopefully multiple times, ladies, and as boring and work-y as it sounds, we really actually do spend more time with our clothes on than off.
But there are some times when we just can’t wait for a camera, when we can’t keep our hands off each other. We all just love each other, and we love showing it in the best way.
[Scene cuts to a room with clothing hanging from racks in it. On the open door is a small chalkboard with Kaeleigh’s name on it, along with a drawing of a white horse and the words HOT TO TROT. There’s a couch along one wall, and a coffee table with beverages and light snacks on it. It’s a clean, evenly-lighted, comfortable space. Kaeleigh enters the room, kisses her fingertips and pats the horse with a smile, and continues to address the camera.]
KAELEIGH: We have private wardrobe and changing rooms like this one, which is great, because sometimes you want to spend a little time by yourself dressing up and getting in the mood for a scene, and sometimes you want to spend some time afterward cooling down and enjoying how good you feel, without having to feel like you need to talk to the whole world. Or maybe just taking a nap, if it was a really good scene. Or maybe you’re in the shower and just standing there and thinking, God, I have the best job in the world. And maybe your costar is in there with you, because he — or she, if you swing like me — would like to see just a little bit more of you, and you feel the same way.
[She sits on the couch]
There are some really, really beautiful things that happen in rooms like this one, sometimes.
[Cut to medium closeup of Kaeleigh.]
KAELEIGH: We know it looks like we’re just crazy for each other when we’re doing scenes. That’s because we are. When you come to work here at Pretty Good Privates, you join a group of great people. You feel like they’re all your friends, right away, and you’re right; they are your friends. You get to know them, you talk to them, you hang out with them, and you’re all working together to do the same thing, make beautiful movies of people doing the simplest and most wonderful thing anyone can do, sharing bodies and smiles and kisses and good, loving moments.
And you discover, right away, that when you’re in a scene with someone, you’re not acting. You’re not pretending. You really do love him — or, if you’re in a Pink, her — and you really are making love. It’s not pretend sex, it’s not getting crazy just for a camera, it’s not a couple of people who don’t know each other and have nothing in common hooking up for twenty minutes of porn. You’re with your best friend, and you’re having fun. You mean every kiss, every caress. Every time you come, you’re not faking it, and the reason you’re coming is because you’re making love with someone you really do love.
We’re all in love with each other. We really are. I think that shows in our scenes.
[Cut to wide shot. Kaeleigh stands and leaves the room, the camera preceding her back down along corridors. She’s walking slowly, thoughtful.]
KAELEIGH: That’s something I really didn’t expect when I came to work here. I’m eighteen, so you know how it is. Hormones, hot to trot, the usual. I saw the movies and thought, wow, it’d be great to be with those boys, and the girls look pretty yummy too. I didn’t expect all the other feelings. Sometimes it’s like I have dozens of boyfriends and girlfriends, dozens of lovers I can turn to for friendship and affection and love and, yeah, sex too. There’s always a hug, always a cuddle, always a good conversation about work, or classes, or art or music or books, always a good conversation about life, any time you want it. Shoulder rubs, foot rubs, back rubs, front rubs. It’s like swimming in an ocean of love.
[She sighs and smiles softly.]
Anyway, I was thinking a while ago about the candid and private moments we have sometimes, when there are no cameras, and we’re just making love because we want to, because of how we feel about each other. We have privacy here, and that’s great, and it’s just how it should be. But there are times when I’ve been making love with a boy or girl, and wishing there was a way we could show you how good it is, how beautiful and sweet and precious and fun. And sometimes it’s sexy, and sometimes it’s funny, too, because even when you’re having sex with someone, you can play. Sometimes you should play. Just because a girl’s laughing in bed, doesn’t mean she’s laughing at someone.
So in a staff meeting we started talking about that, and came up with this idea, The REC Room. And, no, sorry, our staff meetings are fully-clothed events. Well, the girls are clothed, anyway. The guys…
[Smiles, shrugs]
I’ll never tell.
[Cut to another room, this one larger than the previous one. It has two couches, another table with snacks, and a bank of lockers along one wall, each with a name on it. Kaeleigh enters and continues addressing the camera.]
KAELEIGH: To set it up we changed the way each wardrobe and shower is. We added cameras to each room, here and here and up here.
[Points upward with each word, and the view cuts to whichever camera she’s indicating; she walks out of frame and the camera cuts to a view of a large and well-appointed shower space, with room for eight to ten, easily.]
And we added two to each shower, here and here.
[Cuts to indicated cameras. She walks to the door and indicates a large red button, similar to the one from the title sequence.]
And we put buttons on the walls with what’s called a tally light. A tally light is something that means there’s a camera on and recording you. When the light’s on [presses button, it begins flashing] you’re recording. When it’s off [presses again, flashing stops] the cameras are all off.
[Cut to medium closeup.]
KAELEIGH: The way it works is this. If we’re in wardrobe or the shower with someone, and we feel like something might happen we want to share, we push the button and the cameras start recording. The light’s on so everyone knows, which means if they happen to be in the room too, or in the shower, and they want to join in the scene they can, but they also know they can go somewhere else for a while, or stay and watch. And it’s always flashing, so we don’t forget the cameras are running, because we don’t want to share everything! Sorry. But one of the things that helps us say yes to each other all the time, say yes to the scenes we do, is knowing we can say no if we want to.
[Cut to full shot as she begins walking again, still talking, the camera tracking her as before. She leaves the changing room and makes her way to the front reception area of the PGP studio, where she stops. Her monologue continues through her walk.]
KAELEIGH: So when you see a new scene in The REC Room, it means we made a decision, we chose to share a private or candid moment with you. We’re never being ordered to do it, and it’s not a requirement for us to keep our jobs or anything. We have all the privacy we want to have, and we make our own decisions about everything, even what scenes we’ll do, and who we want to be with in them with. Everything we do is our choice, and that’s true whether we’re doing a regular scene for you, or being spontaneous with someone, and decided to share it.
Anyway, what you’re about to see is something that really happened the other day with me and Chris, when we were changing and just talking about stuff. We have private dressing rooms like the one you saw earlier, but there’s also a sort of locker room where we all leave our street clothes when we come to work, and it includes a big walk-in shower too. You just saw that room, and you’re about to see it again.
Everything we did in what you’re about to see was spontaneous, things we were doing together because we wanted to, not because we were doing a scene. You might wonder, watching it, if Chris is my boyfriend. What I’d say is he’s one of my boyfriends. I have twenty-two of them in all, and I have more than thirty girlfriends, too. I really do love my job. If you enjoy watching even half as much as he and I enjoyed what happened, you’re gonna have a great time.
The recording starts with me pushing the button. Right before I did, we were on a cooldown break and talking about our scenes for the day. [Smiles] Have fun! We sure did.
[Fade.]
[Fade title up over black:
KAELEIGH AND CHRIS
SOFA … SO GOOD
Fade title.]
[Fade up to the changing room Kaeleigh had just been in, with wardrobe racks, lockers, and so on. The video quality is high-definition, but its contrast and saturation aren’t quite as good as the professional-grade equipment used to shoot the intro, or any of the regular scenes. The impression is one of remote or fixed surveillance-style cameras, more than good enough for a clear, crisp image, but inexpensive enough to be acquired in quantity and placed in discreet locations. There is a slightly voyeuristic sense to it all.
The sound quality, while not excellent, is sufficient for conversation to be heard clearly, even above the sound of running water in the shower.
Throughout the scene, a date and time stamp in the bottom right of each camera frame confirms that the recording was made just a few days previous, beginning a little after one in the afternoon.
The recording begins with a young man in his early twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is in well-sculpted physical condition, showing the results of a regular workout. CG text identifies him as CHRIS. He is seated on a couch, smirking at a medium height young woman with strawberry-blonde hair in a bob cut. She is very slim, and carries herself with a certain confidence that speaks of inner strength and awareness of her own sexuality. CG identifies her as KAELEIGH. She is standing by a large red blinking button, her hand still on it. She and Chris are both nude.]
KAELEIGH: Well, I have a feeling.
CHRIS: Suddenly, I do too.
KAELEIGH: You want me to turn it off?
CHRIS: No. It’s okay.
KAELEIGH: Good. [Walking over to join him on the couch] Anyway, so, yeah, it was good, but the one-offs with him always are. Or with anyone, you know.
CHRIS: Yeah, totally. I’m not really all that gay, but he’s one guy who probably wouldn’t have to try too hard with me. It must be nice being bi. You just … follow whatever feeling you have right then. Whoever’s there.
KAELEIGH: [Puts her arm across sofa, behind Chris’s shoulders] I spend a lot of time being just insanely grateful, yeah. And every time I go to work I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with whoever I’m with.
CHRIS: So you’re done for the day too, or what?
KAELEIGH: Not yet.
CHRIS: But didn’t you say you did two scenes?
KAELEIGH: Yeah, but I scheduled a third. I have a Pink this afternoon with Meilin.
CHRIS: Whoa.
KAELEIGH: Right? [She kisses him]
CHRIS: [Embracing Kaeleigh, stroking her hair] You two are working together a lot lately.
KAELEIGH: I guess we have a thing going on. [She kisses him] But you could say that about me and maybe half the people here, too.
CHRIS: Yeah, that’s true. You’re pretty awesome that way. [He kisses her, and cups a breast in his hand] Well, it’s one of the ways, anyway.
KAELEIGH: Mmm. [She looks down at his penis, which is erect] Are you all cummed out?
CHRIS: I was a few minutes ago, but then you decided to take off your robe and push the button.
KAELEIGH: Good. [Kisses him] I like you, Chris. I want to make love with you.
CHRIS: Me too.
[They kiss and begin to make out. Kaeleigh strokes his penis, and he goes from massaging her breasts to tickling her vulva, his hand rocking slowly, a finger sliding into her vagina. She leans over and licks the head of his penis, then begins sucking it, her head moving slowly, as he sighs and strokes her hair.]
CHRIS: Oh God … oh God that feels so nice…
KAELEIGH: [Sits up and kisses him] Stand up, honey.
[He does. She performs fellatio on him, licking and sucking his penis for several minutes. The view cuts among the various cameras, offering multiple angles on the action. She watches his face the whole time, and he’s staring down at her, his eyes focused on her, relishing the pleasure.]
CHRIS: I’m gonna come if you keep going. [Kaeleigh doesn’t stop] Kaeleigh … I’m gonna come… [She continues moving, steadily, looking up into his eyes; she wants him to come] Oh God. Oh God, here it comes…
[He comes in her mouth, staring down at her in rapture; she’s watching his face as he has his orgasm. With each pulse she lets out a small moan of delight. When he’s done she eases off, swallows his semen, and licks him clean, still looking up at him.]
CHRIS: [Panting] Jesus. Jesus Christ.
KAELEIGH: [Kissing Chris’s penis] You’re telling me? Mmm, yummy. [Licking the shaft] Yummy yummy boy.
CHRIS: Your turn.
KAELEIGH: [Reclining on the couch, parting her knees] Go for it, babe.
[He kneels and performs cunnilingus on her for several minutes. As before, the views cut to the different angles, capturing Kaeleigh smiling down at him, stroking his hair, and his eyes steady on hers as he pleasures her.]
KAELEIGH: Ohh … oh Chris … oh my God yeah…
CHRIS: Mmm. Mmmm, God, I could just eat you up all day, you taste so fucking good.
KAELEIGH: The rate you’re going, it won’t take all day at all … oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that, God it’s perfect…
[She has an orgasm. Chris doesn’t stop.]
KAELEIGH: Ohh! Oh my God yes … oh God you’re a fucking magician, a fucking magician … oh yeah, gimme another one … another one … more … more … more…
[She has another orgasm. Chris still doesn’t stop.]
KAELEIGH: Oh yeah baby top me off yeah do it do it do it you do it just right oh God yeah more a little more … oh Chris oh Chris oh … Chris!
[She has a third orgasm, and with this one, a small spurt of liquid is visible rising from her vulva. Chris moans and laps it away, enjoying the good fruit of his labor, as she smiles at him, her hand ruffling his hair, her legs easing off his shoulders.]
KAELEIGH: [Breathing hard] Okay. Okay, I’m good for now. Come on up here, honey.
CHRIS: Yes, ma’am. [Kisses her vulva, rises to join her on the couch]
KAELEIGH: [Still panting as he sits beside her once more] God. Oh my God, Chris, yeah. Whew. [She kisses him] You’re really getting great at that. I mean, you were always pretty damn good, but … wow.
CHRIS: Well, you taste great. [He leans over and kisses her vulva] Plus, I practice four times a week.
KAELEIGH: It shows. [She cuddles comfortably under his arm.] Remember that first scene we did?
CHRIS: [Laughing] I’ll never forget. It was the first real scene I ever did with anyone.
KAELEIGH: [Takes his hand] You were great then. You’re, God, I wouldn’t have thought you could get any better, but you sure as hell did.
CHRIS: It’s that goddess thing Luke was telling me about. It … it actually works. [He kisses the top of her head.] I think it might even be true.
KAELEIGH: [Looking up at him] So I’m your goddess?
CHRIS: Every time we make love.
KAELEIGH: I like that idea.
CHRIS: So do I. [They kiss]
KAELEIGH: [Standing] I need a rinse. Care to join me, or are you gonna make your goddess do the work all by herself?
CHRIS: It might take a while this time.
KAELEIGH: I am so totally okay with it taking a while.
[Chris stands, links hands with her, and follows her out of frame]
[Scene cuts to shower as they enter it. Kaeleigh starts the water, adjusts the temperature, while Chris gets soap and a washing mitt.]
KAELEIGH: Do my back for me, honey?
CHRIS: Sure. [Scrubs her back, admiring her body] Wow. Just … wow.
KAELEIGH: [Takes mitt and soap from him] Your turn.
CHRIS: Thanks. [She scrubs his back; she takes extra time on his broad shoulders]
KAELEIGH: Now, how would you like me to do your front?
CHRIS: [Turning to face her] Only if I get to do yours too.
KAELEIGH: [Smiling] I find your offer acceptable.
[Chris moves close to her, his penis half risen, and they embrace, giggling, and kiss. They murmur, caress, and he massages her breasts while she strokes him to erection. They back toward a corner together, where Kaeleigh braces herself. Chris lifts her in his arms and she circles her legs around his hips. They move slowly and carefully for a few moments as Kaeleigh’s arm moves between them, then both sigh. Kaeleigh moves both arms to embrace Chris as he begins nuzzling her neck, his hips rocking steadily.]
CHRIS: God, Kaeleigh. Oh my god…
KAELEIGH: Yeah. Yeah baby, yeah… [Kisses him] Am I too heavy?
CHRIS: No. I got you.
KAELEIGH: God, you sure do.
CHRIS: [Looking in her eyes as she strokes his cheek] I love you.
KAELEIGH: [Breathless] Oh I love you too, honey. I love you too…
[She circles her arms around his shoulders and they go on kissing and murmuring inaudibly. The lovemaking continues for several minutes, Kaeleigh enjoying several orgasms as she is pleasured in his arms. The views switch back and forth between cameras to capture expressions, motion, and honest affection on their faces as they gaze steadily into one another’s eyes, watching each other in their passion.]
[Three nude women enter the frame, all giggling, and are identified by CG title as:
MEILIN, slender, a young Asian woman with black hair done up in a bun, flashing dark eyes, and a smooth complexion.
RACHAEL, a long-legged, very fit woman with boy-cut auburn hair and brown eyes.
NALA, a well-curved and toned African-American woman with a short Afro and a ready smile.
The women see what’s happening. Kaeleigh and Chris are both aware of their presence, but don’t stop what they’re doing. During their conversation, the women watch the couple make love.]
MEILIN: [Undoing her bun to let her hair down] Oh, it’s Kaeleigh and Chris.
NALA: [Picking up washing mitt and soap] Well, that explains the tally light.
MEILIN: And why we can’t see his tallywhacker.
RACHAEL: Are you sure that’s Chris? All I see are Kaeleigh’s arms and legs…
NALA: [Giggling, beginning to scrub Rachael’s back] Yeah, it’s him. I’d know that butt anywhere. And those shoulders. Hundred percent American-made homegrown beefcake.
MEILIN: [Picking up shampoo bottle] Mmm. They sure grow ’em good back where he’s from.
KAELEIGH: [Extending her legs, feet pulled back] God yeah, baby, just a little more … just a little more…
CHRIS: [Thrusting harder] Oh God, Kaeleigh, oh yeah, you got it … you got it…
MEILIN, then RACHAEL and NALA: [Chanting] Go Kaeleigh, go Kaeleigh, go Kaeleigh, go Kaeleigh…
KAELEIGH: Yeah, Chris, yeah baby, oh God yeah, oh God that’s so good, it’s always so good…
CHRIS: [Inaudible]
KAELEIGH: [Clutching his shoulders] Me too. Me too, baby, me too.
RACHAEL: [Takes mitt from Nala and begins to scrub her back for her] Looks like someone’s gettin’ ready to bust it. Go for it, Chris, give her the good stuff!
KAELEIGH: [Approaching crescendo] Come on, Chris, I want it … I want it, I need it…
CHRIS: [Panting] Inside you?
KAELEIGH: Always. Always in my pussy. You never have to ask, honey…
CHRIS: Thank you. [Shudders] Oh God…
KAELEIGH: [In orgasm] Yeah … yeah … yeah!
CHRIS: [In orgasm] Oh God!
[Kaeleigh and Chris come while the women watch, their bodies driving in ecstasy for several exquisite moments.]
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Cheering, whistles, applause]
KAELEIGH and CHRIS: [Kisses, inaudible murmurs, gentle caresses]
RACHAEL: [Helping Meilin wash her hair] You have a scene with her today, right?
MEILIN: Uh-huh. It’s a Pink, but I’m thinking it’s gonna be more like a Love Me Slow.
RACHAEL: I bet.
MEILIN: Mmm. An hour-long scene isn’t too much, is it?
RACHAEL: Depends how many cums we’re talking about.
MEILIN: How many is a googolplex, again?
RACHAEL, NALA: [Giggling]
NALA: [Scrubbing Meilin’s back] So what’s up with you two, anyhow? I see sparks all the time lately.
MEILIN: Let’s just say … where there’s heat, you get sparks.
RACHAEL, NALA: [Giggling, high-fiving Meilin]
KAELEIGH: [Settling back to her feet as Chris gently sets her down] Thanks, Chris. God, that was just exactly what I needed.
CHRIS: Right back at you, Kaeleigh. It’s always just so good with you. [They kiss] I love you.
KAELEIGH: I love you too.
NALA, then MEILIN and RACHAEL: Chris and Kaeleigh, sitting in a tree, kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee…
[Kaeleigh and Chris join the trio under the spray. Chris stands behind her and circles her with his arms, rinsing her body with slow caresses, as she leans back in his embrace and smiles.]
MEILIN: You’re not gonna be too pooped for our scene, are you?
KAELEIGH: For you? I’ve always got plenty of love for you, babe.
RACHAEL: And everyone, Miss Hot To Trot.
KAELEIGH: [Laughs] I can’t help it. Everyone’s just so gorgeous, and God, I love you all. You know?
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Trade looks, smiles, nods]
NALA: We seriously have the best job in the world.
RACHAEL: [Drawing near Nala, slipping her arm around her waist] Hell, I’d do it for free.
MEILIN: [Glances up at camera] She didn’t mean that, Marta!
NALA: [Kissing Rachael] Feel like getting in a little rehearsal time?
RACHAEL: [Running shampoo into her hair] You bet I do, hon. Just gimme a minute.
NALA: Mmm. You got it. [Takes shampoo bottle from Rachael, begins to lather up; the women smile at each other, and start washing each other’s hair]
CHRIS: [Steps back from Kaeleigh] I need to get dressed. I have a calc test tomorrow, and I want to make sure I’m in a good place for it.
KAELEIGH: Okay. See you later, Chris. You’re working again Thursday, right?
CHRIS: [Departing, walking around the little cluster of women] Mmm-hmm. See you then. Bye, Kaeleigh.
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Chorus] See you later, Chris! See you later, Chris! [Giggling]
KAELEIGH: [Laughs]
CHRIS: Can I do anything for anyone else?
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Trade looks]
RACHAEL: [Rinsing hair] I think we’re good for now, babe.
NALA: [Rinsing hair] Yeah. But thanks, Chris. If you’re gonna be here Saturday, I wouldn’t mind a raincheck.
CHRIS: You got it. [Nala blows him a kiss; he catches it] See you later, ladies. I love you all. Don’t run Marta’s hot water bill up. [Leaves shower]
MEILIN: [Calling after him] Oh, we make our own heat. Love you, baby!
CHRIS: [Laughing, from off-camera] Love you too! Break a leg!
KAELEIGH: I’m gonna leave you hot steamy girls to it. I need to look over the scene from before. [Embraces Meilin; they hold each other close] I’ll be seeing you this afternoon. [Kisses her like she’d kissed Chris earlier]
RACHAEL, NALA: Ooooooooo…!
MEILIN: [Standing close to Kaeleigh, both of them still embraced] I. Can. Not. Wait. I love you, girl.
KAELEIGH: Mmm. I love you too. [Kisses her, backs away] We’re still recording right now. You want me to hit the button on the way out?
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Trade looks] Yeah.
NALA: Thanks, Kaeleigh.
KAELEIGH: You bet, babe. Love you girls! [Leaves shower]
MEILIN, RACHAEL, NALA: [Chorus] Love you too!
RACHAEL: God, she is so gorgeous.
MEILIN: [Sighs] I know.
NALA: [Drawing nearer to the other two women, their arms beginning to bring all three of them together in a close embrace.] Mmm-hmm. And Chris isn’t doing too bad eith—
[Recording ends]
[Fade title up over black:
KAELEIGH AND CHRIS
SOFA … SO GOOD
WITH MEILIN, NALA, AND RACHAEL
Fade title.]
* * *
Lana sat back from the monitor with a little sigh and looked up at Luke, who was standing beside her. They were at the desk in her bedroom — it was another Tuesday afternoon, several months since their first date, in the first week of the winter holidays at the U — and he’d told her a little about his wife’s newest scene over lunch at the cute little Thai place. She’d begun actively performing in scenes about two weeks after she was hired by PGP and, her class schedule having two short days, was working three days of seven, with a man in the mornings and a woman in the afternoons; occasionally she did a third scene as well, when a girl or boy was available. Mornings were best with the boys, she thought, because they were fresh and raring to go. Afternoons with a woman were a sweet and slow way to celebrate being alive.
He’d brought up the talent pay rates one night during pillow talk, and it was simply astonishing to her to think Kaeleigh had grossed more than a third of a million dollars in her brief tenure at PGP. But she’d earned it. Her videos were insanely popular, and it looked like this new series, The REC Room, had real promise. She liked its sightly-gritty candid feel, and really liked seeing the various stars, all of whom she’d seen in scenes, being playful and having fun together. It added a whole new dimension to their performances, and she was sure that the next time she saw Chris, Kaeleigh, Meilin, Rachael, or Nala working with someone (or each other), the little looks that passed between them as they made love would carry a lot more significance.
“So what’d you think?”
“That was adorable. And very hot. Chris is a pretty tasty cracker.”
“It really did look great. It’s only been up a couple days so far, but our audience response looks good. I think we’re gonna be seeing a lot more of these, with all kinds of combinations.”
“She’s really in love with Meilin, isn’t she? Just head over heels.”
“Yeah. It’s mutual. They have a connection … it’s deeper than I’ve ever seen between her and any other girl, except maybe with you.”
“Oh, I love her with all my heart, honey, but not in exactly the same way Meilin does. You can see it in all the scenes they do. Even that half-candid little sinfest.” They both chuckled and she reached up and caressed his penis, which was very solid in his pants. “Any chance I’ll be seeing you in one?”
“Oh, to quote the old eight-ball, it is decidedly so.”
“Well,” she said, turning to face him and undoing his jeans. “We don’t have any cameras here, hidden or otherwise, but I don’t think that’s gonna stop us.”
He smiled down at her, watching her head move. “Sometimes the private moments are the best ones.”
“Fomepimef?” she said, and gave him a little nip. He yelped and laughed and soon they were rolling around on the bed, having some very good moments with some pretty good privates, as Malcolm the Fifth gawped at them.
But then, he gawped at everything.
* * *
They went to Luke and Kaeleigh’s place so he could get changed for their evening at Meilin’s; he and his wife were going there for a night of socializing, and they’d invited Lana along. She still wasn’t certain she would join them, but since her apartment was on the way to Meilin’s, he’d said he could drop her off there if she decided to just have a quiet night at home with Malcolm instead. (He was the perfect roommate: He didn’t make much of a mess, never ganked her food from the fridge, and hardly ever listened to hip-hop at three AM.)
As he parked his eMoto, Lana noticed Kaeleigh was on the deck, atop the roof. “Is that girl crazy? It’s December.”
“Ahh, she’s just watching for Santa.”
“You mean,” Lana said, “you haven’t told her the truth about Santa yet?”
Luke studied her. “…What … what truth?” She snorted and punched his arm. “It actually gets pretty warm up there in the afternoons,” he said as they got out. “Hey!” he waved.
“Hi babes!” she called down to them. “Come on up. I’ve got snacks.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?” Luke said. Kaeleigh was going early to help Meilin set up.
“I am. She’s picking me up soon.”
“Oh, okay.” He and Lana went inside, and ascended the stairs together. The air actually was quite mild on the deck; it had been exposed to sunlight long enough that the temperature was reasonable. Kaeleigh had laid out a light assortment of finger-sandwiches — tuna salad on rye — accompanied by grapes and aged Cheddar. Luke and Kaeleigh’s tastes, Lana noticed, tended to run toward high-energy and protein-rich foods, but given what they both did for a living (as well as in the privacy of their home), and their rigorous exercise schedules, it made good sense.
As she settled onto the roof with her lover and his wife, Lana studied them. They were both in top condition — she was in a position to know that for certain — but even still, their stamina was sometimes surprising. She and Luke had made love twice after watching the REC Room video. Kaeleigh, she understood, had been in a one-off just that morning. And they were both going to be visiting their mutual friend Meilin, and from what Lana understood, there was sure to be an evening of debauchery to follow. Of course, they all had sex for a living, so maybe they’d developed higher endurance, but it was still hard to fathom. “It can’t be like this all the time for you,” she said, her clothes ruffling a little in the breeze. “Sometimes it seems like your life is nonstop sex.”
“It isn’t usually, when we’re one-on-one together,” Kaeleigh said, her long legs straight before her. She was in loose jeans and a sweater. “We make love every morning, and at least once before we go to sleep at night, and usually sometime during the day, too, but that’s all.”
“All,” Lana chuckled. She was going to say something else, but then she thought of her own responses to Luke, and the way her body just took over sometimes, providing her with a river of heat and energy that seemed endless. Even with his semen in her now — she could still feel it — she wouldn’t have refused Luke another roll.
“It doesn’t just come from us,” Luke said. He was lying on his back and soaking up the sunlight, his arms crossed behind his head. “Whenever we have a guest, or we’re someone else’s guests, the energy’s higher.”
“The more the merrier, huh?” Lana said.
“It’s like we share a charge,” Luke said. “And the more we pass it around, the more it builds.”
“Yeah,” Kaeleigh nodded. “Back home I had a boyfriend and girlfriend, and when we got together, it was the same thing. We didn’t have sex every minute, but if we weren’t going at it, we were usually just about to, or just getting done.”
“Did it ever get to be too much?”
“Not really. They moved away to college a little before Luke did. Otherwise we’d probably still be there, all in bed, right now.”
“Is it too much for you?” Luke said. “We can dial it back.”
“No,” Lana said, her voice thoughtful. “I mean, usually, I don’t fuck anywhere near as much as I have since I met you. But it’s just so good with you, and I really … I’ve just had this incredible well of energy in me.” She studied the couple, thinking of what Marta had whispered to her on that mild September night, just before she’d got out of the limo to join Luke and Kaeleigh in her first-ever threesome. It was hard to imagine, now, how nervous she’d been, how uncertain, and Marta had been right. Everything that followed from the moment she’d gone through their door had felt natural, good and precious and beautiful, and she knew it would always stand out as one of the great highlights of her life. As great as having sex with Luke had been for the Café, as great as making love with him again had been, one-on-one, in her apartment after the interview. And the best part, the most wonderful part, was how it kept happening. Luke and Kaeleigh had made their bodies and their friendship available to her indefinitely. “I’m so glad we’re how we are. I just love you both.”
“We love you too,” Luke said.
“Yeah, we do,” said Kaeleigh. “And you’re kind of a natural in the bedroom, you know? Even that first time was pretty amazing. If I hadn’t known in was your first threesome, I’d’ve thought you did them every week.”
“You’re both good guides. I guess it’s that game you play. It gets you relaxed, which helped me relax, and you really were okay about not … pushing anything. I felt like you were just carrying me along on a ride I really wanted to be on, and there was no way anything would go wrong.” She smiled at Kaeleigh. “And nothing did. Nothing at all. It was all just perfect.”
“Yeah. It was.”
Lana considered that for a while, eyeing Kaeleigh’s body, then Luke’s. They were all clothed, and even under the cloth they were all beautiful — after the events of the last several months, Lana was quite aware of her own appeal — but there was only one other body in sight that really stirred her. And what she’d said at the Chamber event was still true, too; if there was any woman anywhere she’d ever be likely to have sex with, it was Kaeleigh. She nearly did have sex with her, and would have, but for her friend’s deeper understanding of Lana than Lana had of herself.
So why had she been so willing, that night, to do something that now, in the full brightness of early afternoon, didn’t seem to enliven her in the same way at all? Was it the unbelievably good oral pleasure? Was it the Champagne? Was it the ur-Goddess?
And was that Goddess really an objective fact, or was it some deep part of Lana herself that Kaeleigh had tapped and loosed? She didn’t feel the same as the one she thought of as Hera, the one Luke evoked with his steady, manly worship. But that didn’t mean they both weren’t aspects of Lana herself, some hidden elements of her own psyche that she colluded in drawing forth, falling into a fantasy — a beautiful, sweet, and empowering fantasy, yes, but a fantasy nonetheless — with her sex partners.
She thought of the way Kaeleigh looked at Luke when they made love in the mornings, how she always saw something in her friend’s eyes that wasn’t usually there. Was that, could it really be, the touch or presence of Eris? Or was it, too, a kind of playacting, a fantasy brought to life in the safety and sanctity of their love?
If the ur-Goddess really had been a part of herself, Lana thought, it meant that there really was a part of herself that wanted to make love with Kaeleigh. Maybe that, too, was a mood thing. And maybe, just maybe, given time and patience, she would be able to work past whatever blockage there was in her. Maybe it was internalized homophobia, absorbed through the negative messages she’d grown up surrounded by, despite herself; or maybe it required something more like an emotional arousal rather than a physical one, an arousal that was less about the body and more about the emotional intimacy expressing through something physical, and would become continuous on its own, when and if that emotional intimacy was a constant presence in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, she could come to terms with it, could work out a compromise in herself that would let her be at peace, and let her share herself fully with both Luke and Kaeleigh, and not have any second-guessing afterward, any qualms, any unrest.
Kissing Kaeleigh. Touching her naked body everywhere, licking her nipples, caressing her vulva, running her tongue over her labia, eating her pussy. Tasting her juices when she came. It didn’t revolt her to imagine doing those things, but it didn’t arouse her in the way she felt when she thought of doing the same to Luke, of sucking his penis, of getting a heavy mouthful of his semen and gulping it all down.
She had a lot to think about.
But the beautiful thing was she knew she had time to think about it. Kaeleigh didn’t pressure her, and always abided whatever choices she made, loving her without qualification, regardless of her own internal limits. Whether she found her own lines were fuzzier than she thought, or whether there was a boundary she wouldn’t be able to pass in the end … or one she might shatter utterly … no matter how it went, she had a friend she could trust in everything.
She felt at peace, now, sitting here on this roof platform, atop this rental house in this postgrad neighborhood on this good old Earth in this good old cosmos, all this brightness and activity carried safe in the deepest womb of blackness, the silent, still, timeless love of the Goddess of all. She felt at peace remembering how Kaeleigh had loved her so in the mystery of that night, how she’d even loved her enough to gently refuse her advances, how right she’d been about it all.
She felt at peace, too, knowing she now knew Kaeleigh’s most intimate flavor. During their first threesome, she’d been fastidious about licking herself away from Luke whenever Lana was about to take over, but with time they’d both eased back on it. They had swapped spit on his penis, alternating for several minutes at a time; and on more than one occasion, she’d easily kissed him after he’d come up from his wife’s glistening center, and she’d caught the full scent and flavor of Kaeleigh’s pussy and cum on his lips. And while none of that knowledge stirred her physically, there was a deeper meaning to it that warmed her heart, because even if the flavors didn’t turn her on like the taste of a man did, knowing they were Kaeleigh’s saliva and sex fluids made her feel just a little closer to her.
“Do you think … do you think first sexual experiences might have anything to do with any of it? How willing you are, and how … just … free and natural it all feels with you?”
Luke opened his eyes to look at her. “What, you mean, like, if a girl’s first time having sex is in a group thing, she’s more likely to want to keep it going like that?”
“Sort of. I’d think if a girl’s first experience was with a group, it would be the way she’d been wanting it to happen for a while. There’s porn, and before there was porn, there were just plain fantasies.”
“I think there’s always been porn,” Kaeleigh said. “You ever see that goddess statue they found somewhere in Europe? The one with the really curvy hips and big breasts?”
Lana had seen it, or at least photos of it, a relic dubbed the Venus of Willendorf. It was a carved stone icon of a nude and quite Rubenesque woman, made about thirty thousand years ago. “What about it?”
“Well, you know, it’s kind of evidence that we’ve been into sex for a hell of a lot longer than we’ve been putting videos of it online. The Greeks did lots of barenaked statues. And even Renaissance art is just loaded with naked people. There were lots of little porn-y booklets printed up too, with woodcuts instead of photos, back when printing was first getting started. Sex has been around as long as humans have, and porn’s been part of human culture since humans invented culture.”
“That’s a good point,” said Lana. “And I think it’s probably right. But where I was going with that, with bringing up porn, was I think most people, when they start having sex, have an idea of which general body plan they’re more drawn to, and in what combinations — whether it’s because they were fapping to prehistoric statues, or paintings of nekkid nymphs, or HD videos of red-hot threesomes. So they might already have an idea what they like, or want to do, before they actually get down to doing it for the first time. What I was wondering was whether how good the sex is, has anything to do with how sexual they end up being. My first time was great. Yours was too, Luke, from what you said.” She looked from him to Kaeleigh. “I bet yours was, too.”
“It was,” Kaeleigh nodded. “I lost it at an All The Way game, when we had the orgy.”
“Holy shit,” Lana said.
“That’s what I thought, too.” They giggled. “That’s kind of what Luke meant. My first real sexual experience was in a group, but it wasn’t on purpose, at first. I went in as an observer, just there to watch and decide if I wanted to play sometime in the future. Only … one of the other players got sick, so I took over for him, and by the end of the game I knew I wanted to start fucking, that very night, and I even knew which boy and girl I wanted to start with. And that was just how it happened, and then I turned around and did it with everyone else there, too. And I’ve never had any regrets.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen.”
“Whoa. Course, I was gettin’ my freak on at twelve, so I guess that’s not so outrageous.”
“You start whenever you’re ready to,” Luke said. “And however you’re ready to, I guess. Ideally, anyway.”
“I was ready,” Kaeleigh said, “and it was ideal.”
“See, and that’s what I mean,” Lana said. “Your first experience was great too. I wonder if that has any say over how people respond to sex, just in general, later in life.”
“Could be,” Kaeleigh said. “It probably does, yeah. Only … I’ve talked to a couple girls who really genuinely are nymphos. Like how we’ve been sometimes, but every minute of the day, every day. And for them, their first times were disappointing. But they kept trying until they found some partners who were good enough at it to satisfy them. For a little while, at least.” She shrugged. “So maybe that’s like sexual orientation, too. You’re just horny at whatever normal level you’re horny at, whether or not the sex is up to your standards.
“I’ve been talking with Meilin about all this too, since her specialty as a counselor is going to be all kinds of paraphilias and sexual troubles. I think first times can have a deeper influence, a subtler effect on how you view sex. First times are supposed to be a big deal, and they really are, for the person having them. Just not necessarily for the reasons we’re supposed to think they are. If your experience is that sex is frustrating, or painful, or disappointing … yeah, even if you know better intellectually, that’s still gonna change how you see it, at least until you’ve worked everything out. And if your experience is that sex is beautiful or satisfying or fun … that’s for sure gonna keep you coming back for more, sooner, and more often.”
“That makes sense,” Lana said, and looked down at Luke. He’d dozed off.
“You’re in love with him,” Kaeleigh said.
Lana took a deep breath, saw she could answer truthfully, and said, “I’ve never felt this way before about any man. That much, I know for sure.”
“If he and I weren’t together, and he asked you to marry him, would you?”
“I’d sure as hell think about it.” She swallowed. “Sorry.”
“Why? I asked, you answered, and I can’t possibly blame you. If I wasn’t with him, I’d damn well wish I was. It might just be a ring or a signature, but it’s a symbol, and an important one. I’m just wondering … I know you’re graduating, and you’ll probably be moving away, and … well, that’s gonna hurt you. And … it’ll hurt him too, I think.”
“Yeah.” Lana sighed. “The last few months have really caught me by surprise in a lot of ways.”
“Love’ll do that to you.” She thought for a while. “You know, as flexible as you have to be to play ATW or fuck on camera … you have to be even more flexible about love. At least, that’s how it looks to me. It can surprise you more than anything else in the world.”
“That makes sense,” Lana said, but it wasn’t until later that she realized how right Kaeleigh truly was.
They both turned when a car rolled up into the short driveway, one of the little BMW Z cars. “There she is,” Kaeleigh said, as Meilin got out. She spotted them right away and waved. “I’ll be right down, babe,” Kaeleigh called.
Luke stirred, sat up, and waved down to Meilin too. He turned to Lana. “So … did it come up heads or tails?”
Lana looked up at Kaeleigh as she stood. Since September, she’d seen her in arresting moments of breathless passion with Luke, she’d seen her in countless PGP scenes, she’d known her as a friend and adored her as a person. Yet, in all that time, only once had she taken her love, and never had she given it back. Kaeleigh didn’t ask for it, didn’t expect it, didn’t demand it — and she and Luke had both requested her company this evening with Meilin, a woman who’d grown to mean a lot to Kaeleigh. She knew there’d be no repercussion if she refused—
Go, said a voiceless voice within herself. And for just a moment, it was accompanied by an unfoldment of the numinous, that same timeless breathless beauty she’d known only once fully, as she lay in bed one night and received Kaeleigh’s whole attention and complete devotion. Was it a memory? A premonition? A sign?
Did she even believe it could be any of those things?
It didn’t matter, because it was there, whatever she might believe. It was there. Go.
“Do we have time to run by my place first?” she said to Luke. “I don’t want to show up in my grubbies.”