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.

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— Harmony Brücke, fricfic at gmail and https://twitter.com/BruckeHarmony. 

Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Entr’Acte: The Cougar Awakens ♥

“Are you nervous?” Luke said.

Marta looked up at him. “A little. It’s been about ten years. Plus, I, uh … heh…”

“Yeah?”

She giggled. “I’ve never done this before.”

He laughed. “Nice.”

They were standing outside the studio, watching Elizabeth set up her cameras. This was easily one of the more elaborately-covered shoots in PGP’s history: Two exterior views and one from inside, just to do the establishing shots. It was, Marta thought, more in keeping with a Waite-McAllister production, though nowhere near the scale that W-M usually worked at. That studio produced what was called arthouse porn by some, though Marta had never cared for the term. She thought it was dismissive of both “legitimate” cinema and of her field. W-M’s movies were actually quite well done dramas, period films, SF, and fantasy, with superior production quality, outstanding direction and cinematography, intelligent writing that didn’t rely on tropes, and terrific acting. They just also happened to include, when appropriate, scenes of unsimulated sex between the stars.

Still, her cliché was correct. PGP hadn’t done anything quite like this before. The nearest it came to producing something with a storyline more elaborate than the linear, half-hour-plus romances in the Love Me Slows was the Chronicles of Nadia, and that was closer to an episodic Barbarella meets Conan, with a touch of the consciously absurd. Well, more absurd. Such as the Penisquid, which Nadia and her crew recently encountered on the Ocean World of Dewdrop N, and which they found couldn’t be … beaten off, as they said in dialogue, yes. It only made it come on harder, they actually said, yes. No, the Penisquid, Nadia found, could be made to retract and shrink away (yes) by laughter. Which defense she and her crew of quasi-Amazons then proceeded to deploy, except of course for Nympha, but then, that was Nympha for you. And now, of course, Nympha had a pet. (It was a match made in lechery, along with a generous dose of CG and practical effects, and now their electronic Penisquid dolls, complete with moving and vibrating “tentacles”, each of which had a different size and shape just like the CG version, were selling so fast on the Pretty Good Playthings store that they were in backorder by two months.)

There was a reason they only did one chapter of Nadia a month. It was ridiculous and hilarious as well as sexy, and that was intentional, and that kind of writing and production took serious work. So had this one, as it turned out.

This production was technically a one-off, but it was a triptych. In it, a single woman named Rebecca (Marta) and her next-door neighbor’s son Caleb (Luke) strike up a romance while Caleb is back from his first year at college, having recently turned nineteen. Luke looked the part, and Marta had worked with him and many of the staff in developing a most-likely setting and scenario, trying for all the high notes that would appeal to the largest number of their fans. It needed to be a sex fantasy, of course, but it also needed to be rooted in plausibility, and they wanted it to include a realistic set of developments that led to a satisfying conclusion for each chapter, as well as for the entire story arc. Their working title was The Undergraduate.

This was one reason it was a triptych. The story, in part one, began with the initial seduction of an attractive young man by a likely cougar in her prime. With part two, a romance develops, and a legitimate bond of affection-and-more grows between Rebecca and Caleb; what began as a summer fling becomes more important than that to them both. In part three, Caleb agrees to father Rebecca’s child, and they proceed to act on the agreement. Fans could then select which aspect of the story appealed most to them — seduction, romance, impregnation — and watch only the part or parts that answered their own desires, or they could watch all three chapters as a form of meta-wish fulfillment, or possibly even a reflection of their own lives.

Thus, unlike many of their other productions, there was a definite plot — Rebecca needed reasons for each escalation, and Caleb needed reasons to agree to them — and there was definite dialogue.

Well, Marta reflected, art was growth.

She and Luke were already in costume. Hers was a half-tee with no bra, and short cutoffs that molded themselves sweetly and rather lasciviously to her substantial attributes. Quite a lot of midriff and leg were on display, and Luke had no objection to any part of the view. His costume was a snug, paint-spattered, grubby tee, tight denim cutoffs (no undies) as soft and supple as old suede gloves, and painter’s stilts. He stood three feet taller than she did in them, putting his well-sculpted butt and tantalizingly bulbous groin at just about her eye level. They both looked hot and could plausibly get horny for each other, and these were, of course, reasons enough for the initial tryst in the first chapter, but there was conversation that preceded the consummation.

Elizabeth came over to where they stood, under the eaves on the southern face of the mansion, before a bay window that let painterly light into what had been a living room — and still often was, in a scene — and would be the primary setting for today’s shoot. “Cameras are good to go,” she said. Corey was behind the other one outside; Liz was directing. The interior camera was being operated by Janette. “We’re set to roll when you are.”

“Okay,” Marta said. “Let everyone know we’re going to places.” She looked up at Luke and squeezed his butt. “See you in a few. Break a leg, honey. I love you.”

“I love you too, Marta,” he smiled down at her while the gaffer handed him a tray and paintbrush. He stalked over to his initial position for the scene, to the side of the window, while Marta went through the arched double doors and into the interior set.

Janette was listening at her earpiece. “Liz is calling for places.”

Marta nodded and took her position, standing before the windows. She owned the whole she-bang, as Luke had said; but when anyone was on set, there was only one boss, the director. Today, that was Elizabeth. Janette framed the shot; from in here the sunlight streamed over Marta’s body, highlighting her lines and curves, casting just enough glow across her half tee that the shadows of her breasts were visible in the cloth, as well as the peaking of her nipples. Luke was visible from where she stood, but not in frame yet. He gave her a little wave and she waved back, and then he turned his attention to Liz.

“Sound,” said Janette.

The recordist prodded her digital deck. “Speed.”

“Speed indoor sound,” Janette reported. “Speed outdoor,” she relayed in a moment. “Camera indoor.” The red tally light went on above the lens. “Speed. Mark it.”

The gaffer held out an electronic slate in front of the camera. “Undergraduate, scene one interior, take one.” The clapper fell.

“Marked indoor.” In a moment she nodded, listening to her earpiece. “Speed on establishing and cutaway.” She looked up as Marta turned to her final opening position. “And action.”

* * *

Rebecca sighed wistfully, watching Caleb work. His well-crafted form was grace in motion as he painted the eaves outside, his strokes sure and deft, his brushwork competent. He was also a hell of a thing to watch for other reasons, several inches of which happened to be right in her line of sight as he worked his way around the living-room window. “Oh, Caleb,” she murmured to herself. “You sure filled out. Definitely not the little boy you were.” She bit her lip softly, her fingers leaving light traces over her throat as she admired his lithe, muscular body. “All grown up, and look how you turned out. You wouldn’t think just a couple years could make such a difference, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re eighteen. Well, nineteen, now.”

He saw her watching him through the window, smiled brightly, and waved. She waved back, her cheeks flushing, as he returned to his work, his biceps rolling smoothly, his broad shoulders rocking easily back and forth as he went on painting. His shirt lifted up enough to expose his navel, inguinals, and a touch of abs, and Rebecca sighed again. “I bet those college girls can’t get enough of you.”

She went on admiring the muscular grace of his young body, the way his chest swelled under his old grubby shirt, the way his quads and calves flexed, keeping him balanced, and especially that adorable and dimpled butt of his. What he had up front was quite a thing to admire too, and she found herself shivering slightly despite the warmth of the afternoon. “After all these years,” she murmured. “Watching you grow up next door, and now finally, you’re legal. Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to put the moves on the next-door neighbor’s son?” She eyed him again, the swelling at his groin, the sharp vee of his torso. “Hell yes I do. We’re both adults. Worst he can do is say no.”

Caleb laid his brush in the tray, caught Rebecca’s eye, and gave her a thumbs-up and a big grin. She smiled and returned the salute, then went outside. He was taking off the stilts as she came up to hm. “Got it done?”

“Sure did, Miz Clarke,” he said, working a foot loose.

“Now Caleb,” she said, taking the tray from his hand. “I told you. You’re an adult now, a fully-grown man in college, and my name is Rebecca.”

“Sorry,” he said, unlatching the other stilt. He hopped off it easily and grinned at her. “I keep forgetting.”

“Well.” She stood back a little to admire his work, and him as well. “Looks just fine.” She smiled at him. “Why not come inside and have a cold drink, and I’ll write you a check.”

He smiled too, a bright and friendly grin. “Sounds great, Miz — uh, Rebecca.”

“Good.” She bent, facing away from him, to lay the tray and brush on the grass by the spigot, and had the distinct feeling he was admiring a view of his own. She was right; Caleb couldn’t help noticing how well she filled out her small, taut shorts, or how well-formed her bare legs were; she was an amazingly attractive woman, and he’d known it for years by then. She stood again, dusting off her hands, and half turned to give him a profile of her incredible ripe breasts, still quite high and firm, with her nipples stiffened under her shirt. “Well, don’t be shy, honey. All the good stuff’s inside, not out here.”

“I bet it is,” he murmured to himself as he followed her into the house, his eyes on the sway of her full, rounded hips. “I just bet it is…”

They went through the door, and Rebecca closed it firmly in their wake.

* * *

“Cut,” Janette relayed, and listened for a moment. She nodded. “Liz says she and Corey both got everything. Sound is good too.”

Marta and Luke exchanged smiles. The PGP crew, as well as the talent, were quite used to getting things in one take, for important performance reasons. Still, it felt like they’d cleared a hurdle. “Whew,” she said.

“See?” he said, and hugged her. “Like riding a bike.”

“Okay,” Janette said. “We’re gonna get cutaways of Luke in closeup, handheld, so it’s stilts for you again for a while.”

“You got it,” he said, and went back outside. The closeups were to let the camera glide close over his shoulders, chest, abs, ass, thighs, bulge … all the things worth looking at on him, and there were a lot, so Marta knew it would be a while. She took her position again in the window while the shooting was going on, since there might be some times when she was in the background. She had no trouble at all focusing on Luke and his tight body, reflecting that soon she’d be sharing it, and that the world would eventually see her making love to him.

There really wasn’t a better job in the world, she thought, and no better man for her to be doing a scene with. They had real-life chemistry. It would be all over their scenes together.

In a while all the cutaways were done, and Janette came back inside, Luke in her wake. “In the can. We’ll break it down and reset for the interior dialogue and action. Thirty minutes for talent to break.”

Marta and Luke both went outside to see Elizabeth and Corey as they reviewed their shots. The framing was outstanding, as usual, catching the nuance of Luke’s motions, the beautiful sculpting of his trim, tight form as he moved. Even fully-clothed, his assets were impossible to miss, and easy to look at. “I love the lighting here,” she said. “You really caught his dimples when he was walking.”

“It helps that they’re deep enough to swim in,” Liz said. She was an ATW player, and had fucked Luke herself more than once. “God, what a gorgeous ass.”

“Careful,” he said. “You’re gonna inflate my ego.”

“It’s not your ego we’ll be inflating,” Marta said.

“The hell it isn’t.” They all chuckled.

“Looks great, you two,” Marta told her directors. “We’re gonna get the hell out of your way now and let you work. C’mon, honey, let’s do some last-minute line review.”

“Sure,” Luke said, and followed her into the living room set, sitting on the couch with her. The dialogue scene was to be shot in the kitchenette immediately adjacent, and they practiced their lines while Elizabeth oversaw setup in there. They were still going over them as Liz set up the camera in the living room, facing the couch they were on, where the final action would be taking place. Corey would be on that one, with Liz and Janette both running handheld. From dialogue in the kitchenette to sex and orgasm was estimated to run about twenty-five minutes of screen time, and they aimed to do this in one take, too. Certainly there’d be no problem once Luke and Marta started up together; they were both enormously skilled and knew everything they needed to do. It was just the setup that led to the sex they wanted to get right on the first try.

At last, the lighting and reflectors were placed, sound was good to go, and the cameras were set. “Any time,” Liz said.

“Okay.” Marta handed her script over to her. Luke passed his over as well. “Ready, loverboy?”

“You bet I am,” he said, and rose. He held out his hand to her. She took it, blushing, and stood, and they went to the kitchenette, sitting side by side on stools at an island no too different from the one at Luke and Kaeleigh’s house. Elizabeth and Janette took positions, framed, and the ritual proceeded as it had before, with sound … cameras … and action.

* * *

Caleb sipped his iced tea while Rebecca wrote out the check. He was studying her as she filled in the sum, admiring the curve of her back, the flare of her hips, and those long shapely legs, and most especially the gorgeous swell between them, cloven deeply in the snug shorts. He was just as captivated by the way her full breasts jiggled slightly as she wrote and tore the check from the book. “Here you go, honey. I added a little extra for the great work. You didn’t drip, and you didn’t slop. A man who can control his fluids is worth something to a woman.”

Caleb giggled, then gaped at the check. “A little extra? That’s a hundred bucks!”

“You do good work,” Rebecca shrugged, jiggling a little again.

“Wow. Thanks, Mi — uh.” He reddened at her warning look. “Rebecca.” He folded the check and tucked it into his back pocket while she watched his arm and shoulder flex.

“So how’s college life treating you?” she said, sipping from her glass.

“It’s all right,” he said. “I haven’t decided on a major yet, though.”

“Well, you have time. You’ll find something you love, something that really lights you up on the inside, and after that, there won’t be any doubts.”

Caleb snorted. “Tell that to Mom and Dad.”

“Oh?”

“Aww,” he shrugged, “they’re always on me about choosing my career, like, yesterday if not sooner, only … I dunno. I mean I’m sure there’s something I can do that I love more than anything else, but … I haven’t found it yet.”

“Nothing?” she said. “Come on, Caleb. A healthy young buck in his prime must be able to think of at least one thing he can do that he loves more than anything.”

He eyed her and blushed. “Uh. Well, that, you know. Sure. But that’s not exactly a way to make money.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure,” Rebecca said.

Caleb chuckled. “I don’t think I’m cut out to be a gigolo.”

“Oh, if you say so,” Rebecca said. “How about modeling? Make a few hundred thousand and retire at thirty?”

Caleb giggled. “Come on.”

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing. How about coaching or phys ed? You’ve been working out for a long time, and it’s paid off, and you must love it, or else you wouldn’t have the body you do now.”

Caleb sipped his tea thoughtfully. “Hmm.”

“Don’t they have degree programs in that? Sport sciences or something? Or maybe physical training, or PT and rehab? You like helping people. You could work with patients, maybe, help them get back up and moving after surgery or accidents or something.”

“You know,” Caleb said, “that’s actually … yeah, I bet I could be into that.” He smiled at her, warm and friendly. “Thanks, Rebecca. I’ll talk it over with Mom and Dad, and my academic counselor when I get back to college.”

“Well,” she said, and patted his knee. “You helped me. Those eaves have needed work for years. I’m glad I could do something for you, too.” She left her hand on his knee. He looked down at it, back up at her, and smiled again.

“And how’s life treating you?” he said. “You’re still doing websites, right?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve got about fifty active clients right now, just enough to keep me out of trouble, but not completely. I’ve always liked the work-from-home aspect of it, though it can get a little dull around here with no one to talk to, especially in the afternoons. There’s only so much tai chi you can get in before you’re thinking, Well, I’m all warmed up. Now what?” They laughed and she stretched, her shirt riding high on her breasts, exposing the lower curves. Caleb appreciated that, and she liked the way he was appreciating things, so when she settled back again her hand returned to his knee. “So,” she said, eyeing his impressive gift where it swelled between his powerful thighs. “How are things going with you and … what was it? Annie?”

“Oh, she…” He sighed.

“Oh no, Caleb.”

“Yeah,” he said. “She kinda … dumped me right before the term was up.”

“But I thought you really liked each other.”

“Well, so did I, but I guess…” He shook his head.

“What happened, honey?”

“Well…” Caleb blushed. “I like … uh … being … intimate.”

“Well,” Rebecca said. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“She said I … uh, I guess I was a little too into it for her.”

“Oh.” Rebecca was slightly flushed now. “Well, how into it are we talking about? Ten times a day?”

Caleb chuckled. “No, just … you know, a couple times.”

“Well, that’s not too bad, is it?”

“I like…” he shrugged. “I like it when it … lasts a while.”

“I still don’t see a problem here,” Rebecca said.

“Like a, a couple hours sometimes.”

Rebecca gasped. “Two hours? Of sex?”

“Not every time,” he said. “And not all the time. I mean, it’s not a, a marathon. And it’s not all just … you know, the deed. But I like to, um, I loved kissing her, you know, everywhere. As in … everywhere.”

“Got it,” Rebecca said, her cheeks afire. “And I’m guessing it was some pretty deep kissing?”

“Yeah. And I liked to … to snuggle for a while when we were sorta done, and then … uh, go again.”

“I see,” Rebecca said. “So you were mixing it up a little, taking breaks every now and then?”

“Yeah,” Caleb said.

“And she … wasn’t into that?”

“Guess not.”

“Not even the cuddling?”

He shrugged. “She said it took up too much time. She said … she said mostly she just wanted something quick, only, I don’t … I mean, I can do, that, sure, but not every time. I mean if all it’s ever gonna take is five minutes, to me it’s just … that’s not long enough.” He shook his head. “I like it when it lasts. It’s always so good when it lasts.”

“You believe in taking your time? Like how you painted the eaves? Slow, attentive, making sure you get everything just right?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s like when I work out. Some things, you just can’t rush. And some things you don’t want to rush. Or anyhow, I don’t, and I guess Annie didn’t agree.”

“Caleb,” she said. “Any girl who has an opportunity to make love with you for two hours a day, especially with cuddling, is crazy to walk away.”

“Thanks,” he said. He looked down at her hand, still on his knee, kneading slightly. He looked up at her. “How about you?”

“Two hours sounds great,” she said.

Caleb gulped. “I meant — I meant are you … g-going out with…”

“Oh,” she said, reddening. “I … oh. Uh, no. No, I’m … currently unattached.”

“Oh.” He laughed. She laughed. “You thought I meant…”

“Yeah,” she said. “I did.”

He stopped laughing. “But then you said…”

“Yeah,” she said, and squeezed his knee. “I did.”

“Oh.” He sipped his tea. His hand was shaking and the glass rattled a little when he put it down again. “Oh.”

Rebecca stood and stepped close to him, standing between his knees. She put her hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been noticing you a lot lately, ever since you came back from college. And especially today. I’ve known you haven’t been a little boy for a while, but I hadn’t realized how … very grown up you’ve become.”

He looked up at her, his lips parted. His hands floated to her hips. “I’ve been noticing you for a while too.”

Her eyebrow quirked up. “Oh?”

“Well, you … have that pool out back, and…” He shrugged.

“Mmm, I see.”

“I wasn’t trying to, to, to spy or anything. I just—”

“It’s okay, honey. I think I understand.”

“…Okay.”

 I haven’t been with a man in a long time,” she said, her hands gliding lightly, covetously, down his taut biceps to his elbows, back up to his wide shoulders, down and up, relishing and slow. “Not for two hours, not even for two minutes.”

“That’s … terrible,” he said, his whisper throaty.

“Yeah, it is.” She looked down between his legs, licked her lips. “You know, Caleb…” She looked into his eyes again. “I could maybe use a little more help, if you’re up for it.”

He swallowed. “I’m here. Whatever you … whatever you need, I’m here.”

“Yeah. You are.” She cupped his cheeks in her hands, leaned in, and gave him a slow, sweet kiss. His hands tightened on her hips as their tongues slipped slowly against one another. She broke it and studied him while he caught his breath, his eyes wide and steady on hers.

Then she kissed him in earnest, this time intensely, their breaths beginning to rise as the desire manifested fully. Her breasts pressed soft to his chest as she kneaded his shoulders and his hands went from her hips to her ass, squeezing and fondling, pulling her closer to him. “Caleb,” she gasped. “Oh God yeah. Oh God yes, Caleb…”

“Jeez,” he breathed. “Oh my God…”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Never,” he panted. “Never.”

“Good,” she said, kissing him again. She reached down between his legs to cup his erection, stroke it, massage it as they went on with it, their kisses growing hotter, his hands working her tits through her top, then under it, lifting the shirt a little, and she leaned back and sighed as he sucked her nipples, running her hands through his hair. “Oh God, honey, do you know how good that feels…?” He looked up at her, still suckling, and as his hand slid down to cup and massage the swell of her cunt, she began lifting his shirt off. He paused to let her strip it away and she gave a deep sigh at the vision of his bare chest. “Oh. Yeah. Sport sciences … or maybe sculpture. You’re like a statue…” She trailed her fingertips down over his dense, well-knit pectorals, over his nipples, zigzagging along to revel in his abdominals. “Magnificent.”

“Rebecca,” he breathed, one hand slowly kneading her breast, the other her pussy. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this with you?”

“And today, it’s happening.” She kissed him again, unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping the fly, freeing his penis. It stood in the light, eight inches of glory, pulsing slightly. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “Oh you have grown up.” She kissed him, tickled at his manhood, worked her way down his chest, bent down to kiss his belly, then knelt. He stared down at her, his breath slowing, as she licked his shaft and the crown.

“But I’m sweaty,” he said.

“You’re gonna get a lot sweatier,” she said, and sucked him in.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, staring down at her head as it moved over his groin. He could hear the slurping, felt her lips and tongue, and his hands were in her hair, and he was lacing it through his fingers as she moved. “Oh God, Rebecca … oh my God that feels so good…”

She moved steadily and smoothly, her hand on his shaft, sucking him deep and relishing his joy. He gazed down at her, his face a mask of pleasure, rocking his hips to meet her motions, but then he caught her and stopped her. “Wait … wait…”

She let him out with a slurp and looked up at him, his penis gleaming in her hand. “Don’t you want to come?”

“Yeah,” he said, and cupped her chin in his hand. “But not yet. Come up here.”

“Well.” She smiled, kissed his penis, and stood in his arms. “You passed the first test.”

He chuckled and drew her against him.

The kisses were deeper now, committed, and she let him peel away her top, let him gaze in rapture at her naked breasts, stroking the back of his head. She went on caressing him as he leaned in again and kissed them, kissed the nipples, began tonguing them; and while his lips were occupied, so were his hands. He undid her shorts and pulled them open, and she wriggled out of them as he pushed them down her hips, making her naked. Her vulva, ripe and full, swelled gorgeously between her thighs, just below the high, rounded moon of her ass, and he paused as his hand went to her center. He looked down, then up, his eyes bright. “You shave?”

“Well, it’s either that, or I’m ten years old.”

“You sure aren’t ten years old,” he giggled. “Awesome.” He kissed her, then got on his knees as she leaned back against the island top, and she stroked his head while he leaned in and kissed her gleaming bald slit. He licked it, slowly, trailing his tonguetip up along her labia, letting it bounce gently along her inner folds where they peeked out at him, then gave her the flat of his tongue. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Oh yeah you taste good.”

“Get on in there, honey.” She settled her leg over his bare shoulder. “Get in there and get a good long taste.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, well ahead of her.

She rocked for a while, enjoying his pleasuring of her. Caleb did like it slow; he took his time, worked her labia and clit, her entire vulva, like a master. “You’ve had a lot of practice,” she breathed, staring down into his eyes. “You really love eating pussy, don’t you, honey?” He nodded, not breaking his rhythm, and she let it go on, let his finger slip up into her, and began working herself harder and harder against his face as her desire and arousal took over. “Oh God, you like it … you like my pussy…” Mmm, he managed, his head rolling against her. “Eat me, then, eat it all you want, baby…”

He did, and the muscles in her belly showed as she rolled herself rhythmically on his lips; he moved his head in little circles, giving everything low in her mound a deep, firm massage. “Keep going, honey,” she breathed, her hands clenching on his head. “Keep going, don’t you dare stop now…” Caleb wasn’t about to; she could see in his eyes how much he was enjoying this, how much her pleasure meant to him. “Oh God honey yeah, just like that with your tongue, just circle it circle it circle it … yeah … yeah… make me come, baby, make me come…” Gooseflesh had broken out on her, and her nipples were hard, and he was kneading her ass with one hand and caressing her inside with the other, and he held it perfectly, watching her face, and she saw he wanted it all, and she gave it to him, thrusting on him, and he moaned with enjoyment as she cried out, her fluids splashing over his cheeks and into his mouth as she rocked hard, shuddered, and bucked.

He held her there, kept riding her orgasm through to the end, and when she let out a final squeal and her hands loosened, he slowed, his tongue slowed, his strokes became delicate and long and light, and he licked her cum away, swallowed her gift to him, and she took her leg off his shoulder and stared him in the eye. “Stand up now, honey.”

He rose in her arms and they kissed, her hand back on his cock. He hadn’t lost his erection; eating her pussy had turned it to steel. “You really … liked … doing that, didn’t you?”

“I told you,” he murmured. “You taste good.” He kissed her. “You taste delicious. I could eat you out all day.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do a lot more than that.” She pushed his shorts down and he kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of them. “Come with me. You passed the second test, and earned another bonus. Now you’re gonna get it.” She took his hand and led him over to the sofa before the bay window, sunlight streaming over it. She sat and pulled him down with her and they embraced, began kissing again, fondled one another, played with one another. “Eat my cunt again, Caleb,” she sighed. “I want more of your tongue.”

“You got it, Rebecca,” he panted. “I’ll go as long as you want me to…” She pulled him back with her, and let him kiss his way down her naked body, reclined fully and wriggled as he found her again. He ate her pussy as she writhed before him on the couch, his eyes up all the time to see the way she was moving, the way her back arched, the way she raised up sometimes to stare in wonder and ecstasy at him as he saw to her full satisfaction a second time, coming on his face with steady thrusts; when she fell back he eased off, just kissing her vulva and mound, his eyes still steady on hers.

“Slow down now, honey,” she murmured. “Give me a good, long, slow one.” He did, taking his time, taking her gently, massaging her labia with his tongue, relishing her wet, her pleasure, reveling with her in the joy of it; and after she came again she pushed his head up a little to look at his gleaming face. “Jesus,” she panted, combing his hair in her fingers. “Oh my God I can’t believe I didn’t drown you…”

“You come so wet,” he murmured, and kissed her pussy, her thigh. “It’s so good…”

“I come wet with you,” she said. “Now come up here, Caleb.”

He swallowed. “Are we…”

“You bet we are. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a penis inside me?”

“Uh…”

She licked her lips. “Two years.”

“No way.”

“It’s a fact.”

“Why? God, Rebecca, you’re … amazing. Anyone who had a chance to be with you … would just be so lucky…”

“That makes two of us. Come on, baby.”

“But … I don’t have any, uh, protection.”

“We don’t need it. I have an IUD. There’s no way I can get pregnant.” She stroked his cheek, his eyes wide on hers, and smiled. “I don’t have any diseases. I’m betting you don’t either.”

“Uh. Huh-uh, I don’t.”

“See? We have nothing to worry about. Come up here, Caleb. I want you inside me.”

“Oh God,” he breathed. “Oh my God…” He kissed his way back up her, tasting her skin as he went, and carefully wet himself in her womanhood, teasing her labia with his ruddy head, pushing in a little, pulling back out, just giving her the tip a few times while they seduced each other with their flesh. They fell into the playfulness for a while, getting friendlier and friendlier, and when Caleb at last slid the full length of his bare penis into her, she shivered. “Oh my God,” he murmured. “Oh God, Rebecca, that feels so good…”

“Haven’t you ever done it without a condom before?” she said. He shook his head, panting, his eyes alight. “Oh sweetie, oh honey … you just take your time, okay?”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to. It’s like my first time all over again…”

She giggled. “It really feels better, doesn’t it? Well…” She pulled his face close and kissed him. “Do your best. I know you will.”

“I’ll try,” he said, and began moving.

It was slow to begin with, accompanied with kisses and sighs and murmurs of delight, as their bodies moved together, as they lay and rocked, embraced, her knees bent, Caleb’s slim hips rising and falling slowly between them, the sounds of their love filling the air: Skin sliding over skin, a wet vagina, a moving penis, his flesh glistening with her every time it came into view, a mature woman and a skilled young man making love. He brought her to orgasm, his hand on her vulva helping it along, and she stared up at him when he looked into her eyes, watching her come, smiling at it all. “Get up,” she panted. “Let me get moved around, honey.”

“Sure.” He slipped out of her, utterly rigid, coated with her fluids, and watched as she moved onto her hands and knees.

“Can you give it to me hard for a while?”

“Anything you say,” he said, moving into place behind her. He slid into her pussy again very readily, and began giving her solid, deep strokes. “Like that?”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, and bit her lip, her eyes rolling up. “Yeah, fuck yeah, every time you push in you’re hitting my G-spot … fuck me hard, honey, fuck me good and hard now…”

“Awesome,” he panted, sweat gleaming on his chest as he began thrusting harder, watching Rebecca’s back and shoulders, stroking her spine, her hips, her ass. Her breasts bobbed rhythmically as she was fucked, pushing herself back to meet him, and he began a quiet monologue of pleasure, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy, how he’d been attracted to her for years, had a crush since before his voice had even changed, how he couldn’t believe his luck, calling her a princess, a queen, his queen; and all the while he fucked her steadily, reaching around to stroke her while his cock moved in her, and he got her to come twice more, the first one gentle and the second stronger, then gave her the pounding he’d been working up to, gave her the pounding and a screaming spasming cum, her fluids dripping out of her again to fall onto the cushion, her voice risen in passion, and he fucked her until she was done and then he slowed down, and she was groaning and he was breathing hard, and when he withdrew, he was still entirely rigid. “I wanna see your face,” he panted. “I wanna see your face.”

She turned and lay back. “Me too, Caleb. I want to see you when you come.”

“Yeah,” he gasped, and lay in her arms again, and she guided him in. “Yeah…” He kissed her, and went on kissing her as they moved together toward the conclusion. “Oh God you’re so beautiful…”

“I’m old,” she said.

“You’re a woman. And you’re beautiful.” He was urgent at first in his loving of her, but then slowed down when she came again; and then he picked it up, driving another orgasm from her bucking body; and then he slowed and he said, “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let me have it,” she panted. “Oh God Caleb let me have it … come on, boy…”

“All of it?” he said. “You sure?”

“All of it,” she said, clutching him, rising toward him. “All of it, I want your cum, gimme your cum…”

“Rebecca,” he sighed, picking it up again. “Oh God, oh God…”

“Yeah,” she moaned, arching up against him, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts rolling under his chest. “Yeah … yeah … I’m gonna come again … come on, Caleb, come with me, come in my pussy, baby…”

“Oh Rebecca, oh Rebecca, here it comes…” He gasped, his whole body spasmed, and his hips drove down hard as she locked her shins around his thighs, calling out with him, crying out with him, staring into his face as he came inside her, driving down hard and in, his muscular body clenching with rhythmic release as his rich delivery swelled into her ready heat; and he was gazing at her with fire in his eyes as he watched her come under him and on him and all around him; and then they were past the peak and slowing, moaning, and he kissed her and sighed her name, over and over again, Rebecca, oh God Rebecca, oh Rebecca, oh it’s so good Rebecca…

“Caleb.” She kissed him. “Caleb, honey … my knight, my prince…” He settled into her arms and they lay still, catching their breath. “Oh I can’t tell you how badly I needed that, baby…”

He moaned quietly. “It was so good. So good. Thank you. Oh Rebecca, thank you. It’s never been that good before.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” she murmured.

“No it wasn’t. Especially not at the end.” They laughed and he kissed her, made to lift away.

“No,” she said, tightening her legs around him. “Stay in me a while.”

“Am I too heavy?”

“No.” She smiled as he sank into her embrace again. “It just feels so good to have you inside me. I’ve missed having a man in my body.”

“I can’t believe how good it feels to be there.” He kissed her. “Inside you. You let me come inside you.”

“You can feel everything, can’t you, honey? Without a condom. Without anything between us at all. Just a man and a woman, together, the way it was meant to be.”

“It’s like heaven,” he murmured. “Nothing’s ever been this good.”

She chuckled softly. “It was a hell of a day for me too. I don’t suppose you’d … like to stick around for a while, would you? Make love again in a while?”

He was quiet for a few moments. “Yeah. I’d … I’d really like to stay.”

“Okay.” She kissed his ear. “I was just thinking … seeing as how we’re both single right now, maybe we could … make this kind of a regular thing, while you’re home from college?”

“I’d love that,” he said. “Yeah.”

“Good. You said you like to have sex a couple times a day. Did you really mean that?”

He chuckled. “More, if it’s with you.”

“Excellent.” She stroked his shoulders, his back, his ass. “Any chance you can spend the night sometime?”

“I’d really, really like that,” he said. “I could serve you breakfast in bed. Like I did with Annie sometimes.”

“As long as you’re part of breakfast, you’re welcome to do that any day of the week.”

“You got it, Rebecca.” He kissed her. “Ready for more love?”

“If you can, yeah.”

“I can. I won’t come for a while, but my tongue’s always good to go.”

“It all sounds perfectly … perfect.” They laughed and kissed and nuzzled. “Let’s take it into the bedroom now, okay, honey?”

“Sure.” He sat up and withdrew from her, his penis still wet and mostly hard, streaked with pearly proof. She licked him off, then stood, took his hand, and led him down the hall.

* * *

“And cut,” Elizabeth said. She was a little flushed; but so were Jeanette and Elena, the sound recordist.

“How’d we do?” said Luke, coming back up the hall with Marta. They were still hand in hand.

“Looked fantastic in the frame,” Jeanette said, and Liz nodded. Corey gave a thumb’s-up too.

“Clean audio throughout,” said Elena.

“Let’s check the playback,” Marta said, shrugging into a robe. Luke was putting one on too. “You were terrific, loverboy.”

“Right back at you,” he said. “Not that it’s any real surprise, of course…”

She giggled and they watched some test segments from what they’d shot. Each handheld had done a fine job capturing the nuances of their expressions as they flirted, took it up to making out, and went on to making love. Corey’s wider, tripod photography was brilliant as ever, too. The sunlight playing over their bodies on the couch cast Luke’s musculature in sharp relief, highlighted all the action whenever it was visible, and picked up the glow of sweat on them both as the coupling went on. “Okay,” Liz said. “Bedroom, and then we’re wrapped.”

“We’ll have to be unwrapped first,” Luke said. Marta swatted his ass and they went down the hall, giggling.

This final shot was easy enough to set up. Luke lay on his back, naked, atop rumpled bedcovers; Marta nestled up against him, her head on his chest, his penis in her hand. Elizabeth got everything lined up quickly, and within five minutes, they were rolling.

* * *

“I used to have fantasies about you,” Caleb murmured as Rebecca lay with him, their passion slaked for the time being.

“Oh really?” she said, raising her head from his chest to look at him.

“Mmm-hmm.” He stroked her hair. “When I was in high school. Even in middle school. You’d come out in one of your little bikinis and go for a swim in the pool, and I’d have these … oh, usual horny teenager visions of me coming over here, and…”

“Yeah?”

He shrugged. “Kinda what we did, only not as … uh…”

“Sophisticated? Skilled? Experienced?”

“Yeah. Or for as long.”

“Well, you did say two hours. With cuddling.” She sighed, kissed a nipple, lay down on him once more to watch his cock flex and roll in her hand. “Mission accomplished, honey.”

“I’ve never made love like that before,” he said.

“Without condoms?”

“That, yeah,” he said. “But … I’ve never just … wanted to be with anyone like with you. Even if all I did was eat your pussy, it would’ve been good enough for me.”

“But it’s not as good if you don’t get to come, too.”

“I don’t care about that. Well, I mean I, I do, yeah, but … I just want to … God, I could lick you forever.”

“But I like how it feels when you’re inside me, too.” She wriggled a little. “And what you leave behind when you’re done.” She sighed. “Three times. Three times, you came … and you were so hard…”

He chuckled. “I know. It’s like I’m thirteen all over again.” He kissed her head.

“Oh, you’re definitely not thirteen.”

He laughed with her. “Do you want me to come by again tomorrow?”

“I expect you to.”

“Good. Any particular time?”

“Well, you were doing painting from ten to four for the last two weeks. I don’t see much reason to change the schedule, do you?”

“You really want to make love every day?”

“Oh yes. Yes, I do.”

He chuckled quietly. “You’re the boss.”

“Yes I am. We can think of it as … summer school, maybe. After all, you need to keep in training, so you’ll be nice and fit when you go back to college in September.” She looked up at him again. “I’ve got a feeling there’ll be another girl, and she won’t be quite as ungrateful as Annie was.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But right here, right now, this … just being with you like this…” He stroked her hair again. “This is all I want.” He kissed her head. “You’re wonderful, Rebecca. You’re my queen. Thank you.”

“Mmm,” she said, and closed her eyes, and drifted off with him in the afternoon light.

* * *

“Cut,” Elizabeth said, and started clapping. Everyone else joined in as Marta and Luke sat up, grinning. “Spanktacular, both of you. Unless something’s gone totally wrong with one of the cameras, this one’s in the can.”

“I’d like to thank the Academy,” Luke said as he donned his robe again. “And the production crew, and the scriptwriters, and all the little people I stepped on to get here…”

“Oh,” said Marta, robing up with him. “So that was acting, was it?”

“Hey, it’s hard work, remembering to call you Rebecca when I’m moaning about how good you taste.”

“Well, it was work, kind of, and you were hard, yeah. How’s playback, Liz?”

She smiled. “We’re wrapped. Go shower off and celebrate, you two. This is just fantastic. We’ll have a rough cut out of editing Friday afternoon.”

“What’s our runtime?” Luke said.

“Probably right at thirty,” Liz said. “Perfect, as usual.”

“Well, after two years of your putts, it’s no surprise you hit another hole in one,” Marta grinned. She tousled his hair as they left together for the grand staircase; unlike with a usual shoot, this time, the dressing room was her office.

“You dissin’ on my putz?” he said.

“Not at all.” She wrapped her arms around his and squeezed. “Your putz is the top selling dildo on Playthings, and has been for more than a year now.”

“At least I’m good for something.” They paused at the top of the stairs. “I’m gonna hit the caff. Want anything?”

“Bring a full plate of one of everything they have,” she nodded, turning toward her office. “I’ll get the tub started. See you in five, loverboy?”

“You bet.” He kissed her and went to the café, nodding amiably to staff and a couple of costars breaking for lunch at the tables, and loaded up two trays with victuals (Café Italiano, the signboard said, with eggplant and chicken Parmesan, spaghetti and robust red sauce, fettuccine Alfredo, and Rhonda’s decadent chocolate tiramisu; as requested, there was one of everything on Marta’s tray, as well as his own). Rachael sidled up to him as he was filling two large glasses with tea. “Hey, Captain Kiss. Don’t usually see you here on a Wednesday.”

“I did the scene with Marta today.”

“Oh, right on. So how’d it go?”

“Well,” he said, “it looks like I still have a job, anyway.” She giggled. “Working with her, I can see how she made her way when she was getting started. It was just butter smooth the whole time.”

“No rust at all?”

“Plenty of lubrication,” he smirked, and Rachael laughed. “She’s a pro, but that’s no surprise.”

“Well, she’s working with one of the best, too.”

“Thanks, Rach. You’re sweet. And also damn good yourself.”

“Glad you remembered that.” She kissed his cheek. “Catch you Sunday?”

“Don’t count on me running away.” She laughed. “See you then. I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.” She filled up a pair of plates, then went to sit with Blake, a tall Nordic blonde in his early twenties; they’d done a scene earlier, and were fueling up. Rachael was part of the core talent, too; she’d been with PGP for seven years, having started at twenty-one. She worked two days a week, generally, and she and Luke rotated through scenes together once every couple of months.

The I love you’s were new. It was something that had started with Kaeleigh, something she said to every guy or girl she did a scene with. The habit had spread quickly, and the interesting thing was it didn’t cheapen the words. It opened everyone up to each other just a little more, made them more friendly, made their scenes more real. He still said those words to Kaeleigh every day, and they hadn’t lost their meaning with her; when he shared them with Lana, they still had evocative power; even with Marta, they held their weight. The words themselves were always true, but there were gradations that went along with them, an unspoken message which altered their intent somewhat with different people … but their foundation, their message of affirmation and affection, remained the same each time. He really did love Rachael, just like he loved every other girl in the core talent. He’d known her and had sex with her periodically for the last two years, just like every other girl in the core talent. But it was only after Kaeleigh’s advent that he’d begun saying aloud how he felt about Rachael, and all the other girls.

His sister had been working at PGP for only a couple months, but since her arrival, the culture of the entire studio had undergone a subtle shift. No one was particularly inhibited — you couldn’t be to take it all off and fuck on camera — but that was physical. Kaeleigh had injected the atmosphere with less emotional inhibition, being free and enthusiastic with her body, her praise, and her friendship and love. What had always been a warmly convivial group was now much more affectionate and open, as though everyone was everyone else’s girl- or boyfriend, and not just on camera. There wasn’t any more casual behind-the-scenes sex than there had been before, but there was a lot more lovemaking. It was a positive change, he thought, and it seemed Marta agreed.

Speaking of Marta … he had a delivery to make. Very possibly more than one. He carried the trays with him back down the hall to Marta’s office, to which — unusual for her — the door was closed. He set down a tray, knocked, and opened it, reloaded himself, nudged the door shut, and (after eyeing the trays in his hands for a couple of moments) pushed its lock button with his big toe. He followed the sound of running water to her bathroom and found her bent over the tub, testing the water temperature. She’d added Epsom-and-bubble solution, and it was nicely frothy now. She was naked and giving him a hell of a view; despite his actions just twenty minutes earlier, he felt himself swell under the robe. Pavlovian response wasn’t limited to dogs, he thought, setting the trays down on the marble countertop.

She smiled at him in the mirrors as he stripped off his robe, his half-erect penis swaying heavily before him. He set the trays on the edge of the large sunken tub while she stepped down and in, then joined her in the almost-too-hot water as she turned off the flow. “God, I love my job,” he sighed. “Sex with a beautiful woman, a huge free lunch, and a bubble bath with the boss.”

“Can’t complain about the fringe benefits myself,” Marta said, and lifted her glass of tea. “Here’s to a hell of a good day, and a hell of a good co-worker, and hopefully a positive clickthrough rate, instead of several million subscriptions being cancelled.”

“Oh, I wasn’t that bad,” Luke said, toasting her. “You were absolutely perfect, though. And I know for a fact our viewers will connect. You know our demo includes plenty of adult women, not just college girls. Any scene with you in it’s gonna go through the roof.”

“I have been thinking about expanding our age range,” she said, sipping. PGP’s women generally drifted out by the time they were thirty, the men about five years sooner; the studio was largely seen as college or so aged in its talent pool, though there were many older women in the subscriber base. “There’s a lot of MILF porn out there that could use a bit of the PGP treatment, I think. Something along the lines of fully-realized women who own and use their sexuality, being well-treated and thoroughly-pleasured by their mates, rather than this bitch is so desperate she’ll fuck anything with a dick.”

“I like it. So you’re back in the game full time?”

“Oh God, no, I don’t have that kind of time,” she said. “But there are women my age who’d probably love to go rolling in the clover with hot studs from the stable, and maybe even a few men my age who would be up to the task once a day or thereabouts. Oh, Mister Jones, I just can’t fail history…”

“MILF and teacher-schoolgirl? That’s even more niche than we are now.”

“Imagine what would happen if it were treated respectfully, like Heather’s Interview with her AC, instead of College Slut Blows Fat Sneering Bastard for Grades.”

“You’re planning something.”

“A lateral move, maybe,” she shrugged. “Single AC, maybe his wife left him, he’s lonely, she cares, and offers him sympathy.”

“Helps him get over the ex?” he said, shoveling up fettuccine. God, he was hungry, and God, it was good.

“There might be some girls and women who can relate,” Marta said. “And a few men. It’s really more something I’ve been noodling with to see if it jells, than anything else. I was thinking of brainstorming it in the next staff meeting.”

“I could see it working, if the setup’s right and the girl’s in command, and especially if the teacher is fuckable. Like … oh, the girls in Indiana Jones’s classroom, maybe. One of them bags him.”

“Not bad,” Marta nodded. “Not bad at all. A little tweaking, maybe, but that’s something to nibble on, all right.”

“Well, the other idea would probably do great without much plot adjustment,” Luke said. “Just more respect. There’s gotta be lots of horny moms who’d like an afternoon fap session to your kind of storytelling. I mean, there already are. But they might like seeing themselves reflected in the scenes, too. Not sluts, not horny and desperate. Just women in their thirties or forties or whatever who like sex, and who go and get it with a guy that knows how to be nice to them, and wants to be. They’d watch that.”

“Yeah, and then pounce on dear hubby when he comes through the door. Would you have any objections to being balls-deep in various women my age or so? Say, late twenties, early thirties, maybe somewhere up into their forties?”

“You’re not seriously asking me that, are you?”

“Just checking. You get raves. You’d definitely be one of the stars I’d want to tap. I’ve been thinking maybe we could start by expanding the Cafés so older women can get in on the fun, and seeing how it goes from there.”

“How about a date?” Luke said.

“Any time.”

He snorted. “I mean, whatever guy it is and the woman go out on a date. There’s the usual date stuff. Dinner, dancing, wine, getting to know each other. And at the end of the evening…”

“Sophistication before the sex, you mean? Romance and conversation and real enjoyment before anyone makes love to anyone else? You’re mad. I love it. Between Indy Jones and that, our scenes might really get the … heh … the balls rolling.”

“Oh God. Don’t quit your day job.”

“Funny you should mention that.”

Luke felt all his innards turn to a sudden block of ice. “Huh?”

“Oh, wipe that look of terror off your face. I’m not quitting.”

“Thank Goddess,” he breathed.

“You’re welcome. But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. How’s Kaeleigh like work so far?”

“She loves it.” She’d been in twelve scenes already since completing her training, and was eager to do more. She looked incredibly good in the ones she’d done so far, half with men, half with women (she’d done one with Rachael just a couple days before, as it happened, but it wouldn’t be posted until next week).

“Good. And you’re happy here too, still?”

“Every day I wake up living a dream,” he said, “and part of that dream includes knowing I work here. Yes.”

“Also good. How long are you planning to keep working, do you think?”

“Several more years, at least. Mid to late twenties, I figure, or until I start freebasing Viagra, whichever happens first. Why?”

“Any plans after that? Directing, maybe?”

“I don’t think so. That’s way too much like real work. I’ll probably go into … well, like we were talking about in the scene, coaching or physical training.”

“We could use a full-time trainer here,” Marta said. “We keep paying outside contractors for it, and I’d rather have someone here who knows what the talent does and can work out exercises, classes, and that sort of thing to help them … oh, optimize their game a little, maybe. Maybe that’s something to consider, off and on, as you continue your education.”

“Actually, that would pretty totally rock,” Luke said. “I’d love to keep working here, and that would be just perfect.”

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Marta said, continuing to do significant damage to her chicken Parmesan. “And after your wife has her MBA, she’ll need a position too, whenever she’s done working in front of the cameras. And I could use a right hand.”

“Well, okay, but she’s just getting started in college. Or were you thinking of something like an executive assistant?”

“At first, yeah.” She sighed and stretched, her breasts rising from the water for a moment and doing wonders for Luke’s fluid levels, then began attacking the spaghetti bed the chicken had lain atop. “I’m thinking … well, she’s very interested in the background details of running the place. I’ve been filling her in, in bits and pieces, at odd moments in the day. I don’t get any sense of gold-digging. I just think she finds it all fascinating.”

“She does,” Luke said. It was a regular topic in their pillow-talk. “I think she’s really latched on to your ideas about reworking porn from the inside out.”

“That’s the sense I get too, yeah. So … for now, anyway, I’m thinking I’ll be grooming her a little, seeing how involved she really wants to get. If she ever asks, it’s okay for you to tell her I said this.”

“You’re thinking more than an exec assistant, aren’t you?”

“We’ll see. Working with you today was glorious, and I’m looking forward to the other two scenes.”

He blinked at the apparent non sequitur. “Right back at you.”

“But it’s also served to remind me I’m not as young as I used to be. You didn’t wear me out, but I was a little more aware of my limits than I was the last time I worked like that, ten years ago. And I’ll probably come to a point where PGP is in pretty good shape — it’s already there now, if I’m being totally honest — and I’ll want to sort of … ease back in my daily responsibilities, and pass some of them off to someone who shares my vision and knows the biz. I’m thinking that, about the time I’m ready to start gallivanting around the globe, Kaeleigh might be about ready to hold the reins occasionally.”

“Well, that’s … insanely generous of you, Marta, and I’m sure she’d love it if you talked to her about it sometime. But … are you sure…”

“She loves the work as much as I always did, when it was good,” she said. “She shares the vision I have, and she’s come up with some very good ideas for scenes and series. She’s brave and strong, she’s hugely supportive, everyone already loves her … and I have the distinct impression she won’t take shit from anyone.”

“That. That last part, for sure, yeah,” Luke said.

“Do you have a problem with her possibly being your boss someday?”

“She is now,” he said, in complete seriousness. “She has been for years. Do you have a problem with her relationship with Meilin?” That she and Kaeleigh were a couple was a bit of an open secret at the studio. On the weeknights Luke was with Lana, Meilin and Kaeleigh were sharing a bed and each other — and lately, with no one else in the mix.

“I’ve never had a policy against anyone being involved with anyone, as long as it doesn’t have an effect on their work here.”

“They’re in it pretty thick, though. No one minds now, but if Kaeleigh ends up with some authority, that could change.”

“I won’t be gone, honey. Just a little less directly involved day to day. If things get rough and need smoothing out, I’ll be here. But knowing what I do of Kaeleigh, I don’t see how things could get all that rough. Everyone loves her for a reason. And they’re all happy she’s with Meilin. Everyone’s happy for both of them.”

“You’re right about that, yeah. I don’t know if she’s planning to settle down here or not, though. I mean, she might want to move somewhere else eventually…”

“Naturally,” Marta nodded. “And if or when that day comes, there’ll surely be someone else able to take the handoff. I’m not ever planning on giving up control until I’m incontinent and incoherent in a ten-grand-a-day assisted-dying facility. Prior to that, I was thinking something along the lines of associate producer-cum-VP. Someone to handle some of the daily stuff, even while I’m here, and to exec in my stead when I’m haunting beach-bum bars in Oahu or Melbourne. Not a queen-in-waiting.”

“Ah, so that’s the kind of gallivanting you had in mind. Not much by way of a writeoff opportunity, is there?”

“Business expense,” she shrugged. “Remote live auditions.”

“Smart,” Luke said. He’d finished his lunch and set the tray aside, took Marta’s and bussed it onto the marble countertop too, then came back around to snuggle with her in the warm sudsy water. “I guess you don’t build a one-woman empire by not knowing the ins and outs of tax laws. Or would that be an empressire?”

“I don’t think there is a feminine form of the word empire,” Marta said, sinking against his chest with a happy sigh. “which is typical. As for ins and outs, yeah, I know a few.”

He chuckled. “You sure do. I felt you grabbing on to me earlier. You’ve been practicing Kay’s pelvic-floor trick.”

“I knew you’d be able to hold your load, and I wanted a really big one so it’d read.”

It had taken Luke a couple of months to know that the word read meant, in moviemaking, something that would be visible on a screen. “Did he come?” “Yeah, but it didn’t read.” meant yes, he did, but it doesn’t show. “From what Liz was saying, it did.”

“From what I saw, it did. You might not’ve caught it, but our audience will. They’ll pause, play back, and go frame by frame. Your cockhead looked like it was covered in paint, and there was a nice pearly bead in me when we sat up. I was full to the brim.”

“Good, because a retake would probably kill me.”

“Aww, poor big strong Luke, did little old me wear you out?”

“No, I could handle another scene with pretty much anyone else, but you again, today…” He shook his head. “I’m glad we’re not shooting the next one for a week. I can tell how you made it as far as you did. The way you were moving, the way you were playing everything to the cameras and nothing at all, and the way you just … had me…” He sighed. “And you led me in it too. I know it was one of the best performances I’ve ever done. I could feel the difference. You’re absolutely a genius.”

“It helps that you’re easily the best dance partner in the studio. But it comes from years of watching myself in playback, self-critique, and self-analysis. For a couple years, when I was in my early days, I had a monitor on the set with a live feed all the time so I could refine my action.”

“And that didn’t interfere with what you were doing?”

She nestled closer into his arms, her breasts full and slick under his hands. “What was it your wife said? We’re better at multitasking? Well, we are. Remember, our half of the species evolved to do most of the childcare, at least in the first few years of life, and probably to do field work, and probably to do householding, to whatever extent they had houses two hundred thousand years ago. We had busy days back then.”

“Mmm.” He kissed her ear. “And all the men were doing was defending the tribe against lions, taming wolves into dogs, and hunting down five-ton slabs of meat that could throw you thirty feet in the air with a toss of the head. Plus, of course, protecting everyone from the most dangerous adversary of all, the tribe on the other side of the valley.”

“Who wouldn’t have been a threat but for all the men over there thinking the men over here were a threat.”

“Well, you take the bad with the good. Also, it took some serious work to invent the recliner and the six-pack, only television wouldn’t come along for a quarter million years, so all anyone had to stare at on Sundays was the cave walls. Hence, art.”

“Which the women promptly washed away, muttering about having to do all the cooking and cleaning.”

“And so it went for millennia, at a stalemate, until the Earl of Sandwich upped the ante by discovering a whole new way for us to piss off our wives.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for calling her that, by the way.”

“If you’re going to maintain a cover, keep it a hundred percent of the time,” she said. “Every time I call Kaeleigh your wife, I add a little more to the odds against my slipping up.”

“No, it’s a good strategy. I’m just glad no one here is the prying type. But we still call each other bro and sis in bed.”

“That’s between the two of you, and odds are good it’ll stay that way. Most people put up some pretty secure walls between what they do when they’re having sex, and what they do during the rest of their lives. Even the sex we do here on camera’s not the same as the sex we have when we’re not performing.”

“That’s something Lana’s still getting used to,” Luke said. “I think she’s being surprised in a good way.”

“Well, it’s been … what, a couple months now?”

“A little less than that, yeah.”

“And she’s still sleeping with you, so obviously she doesn’t have any complaints. When she interviewed me she was all business, and completely unembarrassed to ask questions or talk about everything, and I mean absolutely everything. I get the feeling she’s a little like your wife. She won’t take BS. And she doesn’t bullshit anyone else, either. She wouldn’t still be with you if she didn’t want to be, Luke.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I think you’re probably right about that.” He sighed. “She doesn’t want me to use condoms.”

“Wow,” Marta said.

“I know.”

“And she’s never played ATW before?”

“No. She’s … pretty special. She could go pro easy, if she wanted to, and she’d probably love the game, too, but she’s just on the other side of conservative.”

“Barely, by the sound of it.”

“I think some of it’s what you were saying. She’s up front, she’s not really afraid to try new things, and she’s got some seriously steel ovaries. I think it must be the journalist in her. She’s a lot like Kay, in some ways. If she’d found a group of players when she was in middle or high school, I think she’d’ve been in it for years by now.”

“Funny how things work out,” Marta said, then pulled the plug on the tub. “Sorry. Playtime’s over. Back to work.”

Luke sighed. “Such a taskmaster.”

* * *

They were toweling dry when Marta’s intercom bleeped at her. “Marta? You there?” It was Corey.

“Intercom on,” she said to the ceiling. There was a ping. “What’s up, Core?”

“Just finished the rough cut on Enter the Lotus, Kaeleigh and Matt’s scene from the fantasy series. It’s queued for your review now.”

“Oh, great.” She went over to her desk and pulled a remote from the drawer. “I’m just firing up the monitor.” The flatscreen lit up with the house still-store display, the same banner art from the PGP site. “Go ahead and run it, would you?”

“Sure.” There was a flicker from the screen, then it went to black before action.

“Want to see it?” Marta said to Luke.

“Sure,” he shrugged, tying his towel off at his hips while she robed up. He settled into one of the loungers. “Now all I need’s a six-pack…”

“Smartass.” She took the other lounger.

“Want a sandwich?”

“I didn’t catch that,” Corey said.

“Luke’s here too,” she said to the ceiling. “We were discussing late lunches.”

“Oh, okay,” said Corey. “Liz just finished the review of the raw you and he did. Since I didn’t hear any profanity from her office, I’m thinking it went fine.”

“Sounds like you get to live to fuck another day after all,” she said to Luke, and they both turned their attention to the rough cut of the movie, playing on the huge display over the fireplace. She had a few comments to make during the run of the video, most of them positive, a couple suggestions for timing. Corey noted them all silently.

The video opened with a fully-clad yoga class milling about on the floor, warming up and stretching and chatting. Matt, in a tee, tight shorts, and floor slippers, was the obvious newcomer, watching the way the other young men and women warmed up, trying to emulate their stretches and poses. Several of the students were in lotus, and there was a fun moment when he sat beside them, to the left in frame, and tried to copy what they were doing. The contortions and grimacing had overtones of Jim Carrey, and drew chuckles from Marta and Luke. Matt was actually a rather good physical comic.

“Title during this part, I’m assuming?” Marta said.

“Psychic as usual,” Corey said.

Kaeleigh was resplendent in utterly skintight grey yoga pants and a sport top, and obviously no undies, hallelujah. She came onto the floor, by her manner — smiling, greeting, welcoming — the instructor. She eyed Matt as she circled the class, and there was a great moment when their eyes met; the attraction was obvious and immediate in them both. She sat before him and took him through the basics of the lotus, and while he was gawky at first, he settled into it quickly, almost as though her presence was soothing him, or possibly hypnotizing him slightly. They chatted lightly; she learned he was a mechanical engineer and wanted to add a new dimension to his workouts, one that would help his body-awareness in weight training; she was clearly impressed, and suggested that he should be in the middle of the room, right beside her, so he’d be able to watch everyone around them and see their poses from all angles. At first shy, he relented when she took his hand and led him gently to their places.

The setup concluded, the scene moved on to the main sequence. Kaeleigh helped him in two-man stretches, which featured a lot of hands on shoulders and heads near groins, a lot of physical contact between them; it was clear they were magnetized to each other. At first Matt, embarrassed, tried to hide his erection, but gave it up when he saw the small patch of moisture that had formed at Kaeleigh’s groin.

They went on with the yoga class, the students moving into single and two-person poses, as Kaeleigh led Matt along, eyeing his torso whenever his shirt came up to expose it. He was uncertain at first, clumsy, but with her hands-on guidance, he became more confident, more sure of himself. There were some beautifully lighted and shadowed closeups of Kaeleigh and the rising flush in her cheeks, her musculature and tone, the swell of her mons, the arch and curve of her spine and hips, and Matt’s ongoing unmistakable response to it all. His penis was rock solid and impossible to overlook, and Kaeleigh did not overlook it in the least.

Touching led to enflamed kissing, which led to a tee on the floor, a sport top on the floor, and when she finally bared him, he was well prepared. So was she, when his face settled between her still-clad thighs. Her first orgasm was fast and wet, and she helped him help her out of the last of her clothing, then took his tongue and, with sighs from them both, his cock.

From there the lovemaking was sensual, athletic, slow sometimes, energetic other times; and meanwhile Kaeleigh was calling out positions for the others to take, and the students continued with their routine all around them as they took it to full consummation, the class fully clothed through it all, clearly aware of what was happening and clearly responding to it, enjoying the show while at the same time displaying some extraordinarily beautiful bodies in extraordinary poses.

Kaeleigh was on top of Matt when he came, riding him slowly and enjoying a very real and wet orgasm with her thighs twitching around his hips as the spasms surged through her naked body. She was using her pelvic floor to enhance it for him, and the way the light reflected off her cum on his glistening penis while his flesh pulsed, his semen coursing directly into her vagina, was breathtaking. They rocked to stillness, gazing into each other’s eyes, and shared an unfeigned kiss of love before uncoupling. Most of Matt’s fluid remained in Kaeleigh, but there was enough remaining on them both to prove he’d finished inside her.

They panted and breathed through the warmdown, remaining nude, and it was only after the closing group lotus — Matt was now, clearly, secure in his ability to keep up — that they stood and donned their clothes. None of the students offered any comment on what they’d just witnessed, instead welcoming Matt, thanking Kaeleigh, and departing one by one or in pairs.

“So what’d you think of your first class?” Kaeleigh asked him when they were alone in the studio.

“It didn’t go like I thought it would,” he said. “But I think I’m kinda getting the hang of it, thanks to you.”

“You’re a fast learner,” she smiled at him, toweling sweat off her face as they walked off the floor.

“I think I still have a lot to learn, though.”

“We meet three times a week … but if you’d like some one-on-one instruction, I don’t have a problem doing some more workouts on the side with you. Starting tonight.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’d … I’d like that. Thanks.” She circled his hips with her arm as they left the studio together.

The video ran past their departure by several seconds, then cut to black for several seconds. Then it cut to Matt and Kaeleigh, costumed in their yoga outfits, sitting together on a couch, hand-in-hand. They introduced themselves, told the camera that what they’d just seen was the first scene from a new series, Fan-Tasy Showcase, and went briefly into the details of how fan suggestions would be evaluated, how cast members would be picked (as much as possible, PGP would accommodate viewer requests), and the rewards for having a personal sex fantasy produced as a full scene. Then it cut to black once more, followed by the house still.

“Nice,” Marta nodded, switching off the monitor. “Gorgeous shooting as usual, Core. And I liked the overhead angles a lot.” The symmetry of the students around Kaeleigh and Matt, as they made love, put them at the center of … yes, a lotus.

“Thanks,” said the speaker. “The soundtrack’s mixed now too, sort of a Pan flute meets koto meets sitar ambient mix, working up from floaty to focused and wild. The sitar’s for the full-on sex. Then it’s back to the koto and flute, with a final couple bars from the sitar when they exit the studio. Sort of a reference to what they already did, and a hint that there’s more to follow.”

“That should work fine, Core.” He’d turned a hobby in keyboard music into a decent sideline composing soundtracks for the PGP scenes, adding custom scoring to each one. It was hugely preferable to canned music, and not at all steeped in the standard porn tropes. Corey’s music covered a wide range of styles from classical baroque to hip-hop in both Western and Asian scales, and while he could play a pounding disco beat, he rarely used it in PGP movies.

“That was the Nadia soundstage, right?” Luke said to the ceiling.

“Yup. Did it show?”

“Not at all. Looked like an actual yoga studio. The reflections and lighting were perfect. The floor was real, right?”

“Uh-huh. Just a couple hundred square feet of physical set. We’ll be doing something similar for your Egyptian temple.”

“It was really fantastic. Just totally seamless. You even got the door to interact with everyone when they went through. It looked like they were really pushing it open.”

“Glad you noticed that. Shelly was insanely proud of it. It’s a little more challenging than the usual planetscape or alien hordes for Nadia because it has to look like a real-world space that a lot of people have had actual experience with, but it’s all well within the range of the doable. For your scene, we have the braziers ready to render now, complete with smoke and heat haze, and putting in the firelight is kids’ play. Laura’s fantasy will be a little harder to do because of all that damned ocean, but we’re mostly there already.”

“Oh, awesome, Corey.” Laura, who’d been a fan of Pirates of the Caribbean (the movies as well as the ride) for years, was finally going to fuck Johnny Depp while a ghost crew capered and howled in orgiastic revelry. Well, if not Johnny Depp, at least Blake, who bore a resemblance when his hair was dyed black.

“Shelly and the render team are having a serious field day. Really, the temple worshippers won’t be all that different from the stock, run-of-the-mill horde. Just human, for a change.” The scene they’d just watched involved live actors, the other “students” being drawn from regular PGP talent. Since they didn’t couple in the scene, each was paid only a thousand dollars for their day of work, but even that was better than a nonspeaking role as an extra in a Hollywood production.

“Brilliant work, Corey,” Marta said. “Tell Judith and Alice I said that, and to take the rest of the day. They can finish the final cut tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Marta. I’ll pass it along.”

“I want you gone too, Core. Those minor tweaks are minor, and you’ll be able to incorporate them in the final tomorrow just as easily as slip them into the rough today.”

There was silence for a moment, then, “Damn, you really are psychic.”

“Yes. Now go. Flee. Hither. Hence.”

“Aye, Captain. Scott out.” There was a ping as he closed the comm connection.

“She really does play well to camera,” Marta said, getting up to come over to Luke’s chair. “Just beautiful from any angle.”

“She’s pretty amazing, all right,” he said, smiling as she settled in beside him. She kissed him. “Something on your mind?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Her hand went down his bare chest to the peak in his towel. “I think I see a penis that needs sucking.”

“Corey’s right. You really are psychic,” he said as she opened the towel, exposing him. Watching Kay get down with Matt had refilled him entirely. “You want me to do anything for you?”

“Not this time, honey. You know I like the taste of cock, and I feel like a snack.” She kissed him, stroking him, feeling his solidity.

“I thought you said we had to go back to work.”

“You know,” she said, and licked his head, “we just got in a new set of electrodes.”

“Well…” He sighed as she took him in, her tongue performing a kind of nonvisible magic in her mouth. “I suppose a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”