Boy Toy (Closed for Alice2015)

[Ravenloft]

(Foreword to this post, the 'oration' my character performs is not my writing. That is indeed an excerpt from the book, Necrophelia Variations by Supervert. I'm letting you know here so that it is clear that I am not trying to plagiarize him here. Look for the book, it's worth reading!)

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(It was ten pm and the stage was his. Jacen stepped out into the purple light, wearing tight black pants, a long sleeve t-shirt, and a black hood over a white mask, effectively cloaking himself in blackness, followed by his two co-actors, to portray the drunken couple depicted in the almost lyrical prose of one of his new favorite books, Necrophelia Variations, by Supervert. He laid down on a table and the couple sat beside him as he began to speak.)

"We were at a party, you and i, in a long forgotten cause for joy. There was ruckus drinking, the party pushed on into the darkest hours of night. Someone brought out a video camera to record the merry making. Your boyfriend was seated at a table with some other men, drinking and you were there beside him, with your hand on his thigh. The cameraman came and exhorted you all to be witty for posterity. Jokes were made, funny faces and obscene jestures were directed at the camera."

(Three other men came up on stage, to, mutely, play their roles as drunks and camera man. Nobody but Jacen spoke, from where he lay.)

"I happened to be laying on the table. Your boyfriend picked me up, slipped his face into mine, snapped the cheap rubber band at the base of his head. He and I mugged fore the camera, for a moment, he was death, personified as a drunk man, or was I an inebriated reaper of souls? You, my darling, leaned over, and performing for the camera, slipped your tongue through my plastic mouth and into his."

(Jacen lifted his hood and pulled his mask off, handing it to the actor portraying the girls drunken boyfriend, then sat up on the edge of the table to watch them before coming around behind him, to switch places.)

"You were tongue kissing the personification of death. I could feel your breath, share your alcoholic saliva. Your friends all cheered. The kiss ended, but then, sweetness, you couldn't pull your tongue back out, through my face. My plastic lips had caught it tight like a Chinese finger trap. You winced, pulled, made a sort of open mouthed gargling cry."

(Jacen took the mask from the other actor and finished the kiss that he had started, holding the girl for a moment before she jetted away, acting out her pain.)

"The men at the table laughed and jeered. Finally, you managed to extract your little muscle of love, but not without cutting it on my sharp edge of my lips. Afterward, the video tape clearly showed sweet blood on your tongue. If you had been sober, you might have found it symbolic. You can kiss somebody else's spouse and get away with it. You can kiss a member of the same sex with near impunity. You can give an incestuous kiss on the sly. You can tongue kiss a dog or exchange rapture's with lab rats, but you can't kiss death without death kissing you back."

(Slowly, all the other men filtered off stage, leaving Jacen alone with the girl, to act out the rest of the scene together.)

"Death is a passionate kisser. I bite your lips to your tongue, leave a little taste of blood in your mouth as a portent of things to come. If I were to kiss you between the legs, you would see a little blood there, too, and think that your period had come early, but it wouldn't be your menses, lover, it would be your ruination, a deaths head with your clitoris in its mouth."

(Holding her by her hips, Jacen slow danced with the woman on stage as she acted as though she were only trying to free herself from his arms, until finally, she ran her hands through her own hair and let him dip her back, guiding her to lay upon the table he had once been.)

"Death is mad about you. Death loves you, do you love me to? I am not needy but I enjoy intimacy, especially with you, darling. Go ahead, slip your face into mine, I like to feel your warm lips in my innert vissage. I like to feel your eye lashes tickling my empty, old sockets. One day, I'll slip my face into yours too and we'll experience another sort of intimacy. I'll be inside you, like a lover, I'll kiss you from the inside, and it will feel like catching a chill. You'll get goose bumps up your thighs and shivers down your spine."

(She laid there, letting him spoon up beside her, accepting his mask as he offered it to her.)

"I'll whisk you away to my wormy bed and we'll lay in each others arms, or at least so long as you have arms. Only, then, when you are hideous dust, I will remain true. I am death and when I love, it is forever, and why shouldn't you love me back? I know that sometimes, you fantasize about me. You lay in bed and wonder when I will come to you and what I will look like, when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire, a skeleton, or a ghost?"

(He slipped away, leaving her with the mask on, to slowly rise from the table as he beckoned her to come to him from across the stage.)

"You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you. 'There, there.' I say, kissing your tears away. 'I'll make those awful things go away. Life won't be a burden to you anymore, I promise.' Pull back the curtain to reveal a wonderful new world. A party, a riot, a ball, it's the costumed affair, mardi gras, Halloween festival, day of the dead. It's enormous fun to prance around in the arm of inevitable doom. Life is short, seize the day, go ahead, darling, slip me on. Pretend you're me, see the world through my sockets."

(He continued to reel her in with just his hands as she slowly approached him, offering him back his mask. He did not take it back just yet, instead, he pulled back a curtain to reveal a white screen on which he had a short clip of tightly edited clips from every kind of party he mentioned in his oration. He turned her to face the audience, one hand caressing her stomach, the other placing the mask to her face one last time.)

"Laugh, live, love while you can. Eat, drink, and make merry. What do you think I do? I am death and I make merry too. I dance with skeletons and make goblets out of skulls. To drink from the cranium, you should know, it is very fine.when your brains are gone, what nobler substitute could there be than wine?"

(He swayed her in his arms, donning his mask once more as a stage hand brought him a goblet of wine, made to look just like a skull. He took a drink, letting the red liquid flow down through the mouth slit, over his chin and down his neck, to wet his shirt. Then he offered it to his actress, and she drank much in the same manner before slowly melting to the stage floor and laying still with her wide eyes starring out upon the audience. Jacen took her up into his arms, turned to them, as the goblet rolled toward the edge of the stage, having been dropped by his Co actor, and bowed to them before walking off stage and setting her back on her feet, waiting for one tense moment yo see if anyone liked the performance.)

(That was an excerpt from the book, Necrophelia Variations by the author, Supervert.)

 

[Alice2015]

The crowd clapped enthusiastically, then stood in a haphazard, casual manner to give the cast, director, and crew a standing ovation.

Eleanor "Ellie" James had no idea whether this was typical or unusual, sincere or obligatory. She'd never attended Community Theater before. Her nights out on the town were typically spent at Broadway openings, invite-only art shows, or receptions for foreign dignitaries. She'd enjoyed the show, not that that mattered. She wasn't here to see a mostly volunteer, unpaid cast of locals. She was here to see the lead actor. And after the actors came out under the full lights to take their bows and thank their director and support crew, Ellie had seen all she needed.



"I don't understand," the man behind the desk managed through a mouth still full of tuna fish. He reached over the desk name plate -- Harvey Jones, Agent -- for a can of soda with a straw rising vertically from it, sucked, and continued, "What's the job?"

Ellie drew an exasperated breath. "What's it matter?"

"It matters!" the man responded with the bad drama of a man who had once wanted to be an actor but didn't make it. "My client has a reputation to maintain ... a list of credits to build upon. He can't be taking just any job that--"

As he'd been talking, Ellie had been reaching into her purse. She tossed onto his desk a folded wad of bills held closed by a rubber band. "Three hours, a thousand dollars."

In a flash, like a Hungry Hippo toy snatching a rolling marble, the man drew the wad back into the top desk drawer that he opened quickly, then slammed shut again.

"When and where?"



"Jacen! My boy!" Harvey called out, seeing his client sitting at the sidewalk coffee café that was their usual sunny day meeting point. As he shook the hand of the half-his-age man and waved the waitress over, the agent said, "Have I got a job for you."

He first asked about the show earlier in the week, asking the actor the typical questions and -- as was typical -- letting Jacen's descriptions go out the second ear as fast as they'd entered the first. He nodded a lot, said Good ... Uh-huh ... wonderful where appropriate, and patted the man on the shoulder when he hoped the review was over. Harvey didn't particularly care how his client's jobs went. He only cared that he got his cut of their pay. He would have preferred to be anything other than an entertainment agent, but -- like with his acting -- he just didn't have a talent for anything else.

He turned to the job at hand, explaining, "It's ... let's call it performance art. Friday night ... three hours, eight o'clock appearance. She's provided a suit and the accessories ... shoes, belt, tie, it's all at my office. And... she says you can keep it all." He leaned in with wide eyes. "The suit alone is around a grand, I Googled it!"

The waitress showed with his regular coffee drink and a scone, which he chomped into immediately. He could see a questioning expression on Jacen's face. He hadn't provided enough details, obviously. Once he could speak without blowing crumbs -- too many crumbs -- all over the table and himself, he said, "Okay ... so, the job..."

Harvey looked around for eavesdroppers, embarrassed over what he was about to tell the man. He cleared his throat. "The client is Eleanor James." He paused a moment, wondering whether or not Jacen would know the name. "She's worth, like, a hundred million dollars! Property, newspapers, magazines, race horses. Anyway, she's got every thing she needs, I would imagine, except ... a man."

He laughed and threw his hands up in a stop gesture. "It's not what it sounds like!" He looked around for eavesdroppers again, then continued quieter, "Saturday night, she has a dinner party. Her mother is coming in from Paris for the weekend, and this mother apparently thinks Eleanor is in a long term relationship with a younger man."

He held out his hands in a presentation gesture, smiled broadly, and said proudly, "You! You hang on her arm, chat with the guests, talk her up to her mother, tell the old bitty how much you love her and how good she is in bed."

He laughed loudly, warning that that might not be part of the script, then reached into his jacket pocket. He tossed the wad of money onto the glass table -- short his 15%, of course -- and finished, "It'll be the easiest performance you've been in ... and the easiest money you've ever made."

 

[Ravenloft]

"I know that tone, Harvey... it better not be another one of those private basement Bachelorette parties you seem so eager to stick me with. They don't follow the rules, the last time you booked me on one, they tied me to a chair and... well, let's just say, I earned my money. You still owe me for the clothes they ripped to shit, you know. Damn it. It took a fuck in week for the scratches to heal too. Gentler sex my ass."

Jacen lounged back in his seat, listening to Harvey description the 'job'. "Performance art, heh, yeah, right... hmm, a suit? Worth a grand? Well, that makes up for the clothes you owe me..." he looked up at the waitress as she served Harvey and waved a hand. "Nothing for me, thanks." He grimaced at Harvey as he ate like a slob. Thankfully he wasn't great at reading expressions. "Yes... Harvey... The job... how about it?" Jacen pinched the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance as Harvey spat crumbs all over and looked around like he was afraid of spies eavesdropping on them, or something. It was almost comical. Like laurel and hardy.

"Eleanor James?" The name painted a picture of a wrinkly old woman in his head. "Why, whats wrong with her?" He asked, finding the fact she was single to be a big red flag. "Is she old?" "Not what it sounds like? I hope not, Harvey, cause it sounds like you're trying yo pimp me out to some rich cougar."

"Dinner... with her mother? Seriously, Harvey? What the hell are you trying to pull here?! Harvey... that sounds an awful lot like the 'boyfriend experience'... you know how I feel about getting involved in shit like this. Her mother?! She not french, is she? I don't know shit about this woman, how am I supposed to fake it in front of her fucking mother? I don't like this, Harvey..."

Jacen was about ready to get up and leave, when Harvey tossed a wad of cash onto the table. "What's this? That's quite a wad there, Harvey... Is this from... her?" He picked it up and thumbed through it. "Eight fifty? For one night? Three hours? Iso this lady for real? Why me? Did she say?" This was pretty out there, in his experience. "Okay, I'm curious... but you better answer my call if shit gets weird this time! I don't want a repeat of the basement Bachelorette party. You got it?"

Later

Jacen was at the place he was to meet Eleanor about 20 minutes early, waiting around, getting a little drunk on whiskey.

 

[Alice2015]

The Rolls Royce pulled up to the curb slowly, in no hurry. The driver was a beautiful, slim, leggy woman in a tight fitting jacket that emphasized her boosted bosom; and a mid-thigh length skirt which -- combined with her four inch heeled boots -- made her legs appear to be most of her 6'2" height. She circled around the rear of the car, opening the door as she smiled to Jacen and said invitingly, "Sir."



Forty minutes later, after a slow drive out of the city, they were passing grand homes on vast estates limited to a 100 acre minimum to ensure that the riff raff couldn't afford to live here. The limo turned off the black top, passing through a wrought iron and stone gate and heading up a long, cobblestone driveway, arriving half a mile later in the circular drive of a large, century old mansion. The driveway was filled with other cars, most luxury models, ranging in value from as low as $60,000 to priceless. A valet hurried up to open the rear door, greeting Jacen knowingly, "Miss James is expecting you, sir."



Ellie entered the library with a flute of champagne in one hand and her cell phone, pressed to her ear, on the other. Her gaze fell upon Jacen as she continued her conversation, "No ... no! They'll up their offer to four hundred... Yes, I'm sure... Why...? Because they believe that the company is worth half a billion, so getting it for-- Yes... Yes... Yes, do that."

Her quick walk had taken her around the desk, where she set the flute down and began spinning the tumbler on a wall safe behind an original Picasso. "Listen, I have a party to attend, so deal with this... No! Four hundred million or nothing. I'd rather sit on it and take a loss than give it to them for any-- Yes. Good, call me when it's done."

She ended the call as she removed a small jewelry box from the safe, closing it and spinning the tumbler. She eyed Jacen again, ogling his body or the suit or both it was hard to tell. She only said, "Nice. Very nice."

She set the box on the huge, antique desk and began digging through it as she explained quickly, "We've been dating six months. We met at the Carver's Fourth of July Charity Ball for Homeless Veterans."

She moved to Jacen, continuing to fill him in on his part as she removed the cuff links she'd sent him and later decided against. We have a nice chat, followed up with lunch a week later, dinner the week after that, and began fucking two weeks after that after the opening of Jules Parker's new modern ballet at the Met."

She used the word fucking with such ease, not even hesitating to see what Jacen's reaction might be. She lifted his sleeves to check the cuff links, then -- finally looking him in the eye -- informed him with emphasis, "These belonged to my grandfather. My mother will notice and ask of them. You will tell her you haven't yet heard the story of how he came to have them because she will want to tell it to you. When she does, act skeptical. She likes to ... exaggerate, but she also gets a strange thrill out being caught doing so, so ... you'll score points if you seem not to entirely believe her."

She reached up to his bow tie, straightening it and his lapels, looked him solidly into the eyes, and said firmly, "Kiss me."

She saw the hesitation in his eyes and smiled. "We're supposed to be lovers. My mother's not going to buy the story if the first time we kiss before her looks like the first time we've kissed ever. So ... kiss me."

 

[Ravenloft]

Well, one thing was for sure, whoever this Eleanor James was, she definitely had great taste in cars... and women. "You are my chauffeur, I take it? Thank you." It was quite the switch, having a beautiful woman opening the door for him. He tried not to smirk over the peculiarities of this situation. "I don't suppose you can tell me anything about your boss, can you, miss? I'm sorry, what is your name?" He spent some time trying to get something, anything out of the driver about his mysterious client with little success. "Okay, at the very least, can you tell me what she might expect of me? I don't want to make an ass of myself, you know?"

Jacen looked over the titles Eleanor kept on her library shelves, hoping to get a better idea what she was all about, but he didn't have long before a stunning young woman walked in, exuding an aura of great power and confidence. The only detractors was that she was busy on her phone, leaving him to stand there at attention as she looked him over. Of course, she was rich, she didn't have to acknowledge him with a greeting until she wanted to.

He smirked, well, two could play that game, he went back to perusing her library, his back to her as she sat her flute down and opened a safe. He started looking for Ayn Rand on her shelves, suspecting she might be a libertarian.

Jacen felt her eyes on him and looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm glad you approve, Miss James." he turned fully toward her as she began to explain their 'relationship' without mincing words. "Carver's, fourth of July, charity ball for Homeless Veterans. Got it." He repeated, committing it to memory.

"Two weeks in? Huh... Who initiated it? You, or me? Was it because of the ballet?" He was only sort of trying to be glib, the rest was to get a better feel for his 'role'. He didn't bat an eye at her calling it fucking though. Maybe he smirked a little though, barely noticeable, just the very corner of his lips. "I see." He was suddenly struck by how serious she looked as she explained what he was to do during tonight's conversation. "I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand, trust me." He sounded more confident then he felt about all of this.

It was only a momentary hesitation on his part, and he was only being polite to let her finish her explication before he drew her close, letting their bodies press warmly together and folded his lips slowly, sensually over hers. It was a lovers kiss, passionate and warm, it was also acting, at least that's what he told himself.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I'm going to answer his questions before she asked him to kiss her.)

As Ellie had expected, Jacen had questions. He was an actor, and he needed to understand his part. Either that or he was just the curious type. Ellie hoped he was the former. She already had enough curiosity in her life to kill a dozen cats.

"Two weeks in? Huh..."

"Two weeks," she repeated. "I'm a liberated woman."

"Who initiated it? You, or me?"

She cocked her head and donned a slight smirk. "Me, of course. Went down on you in the back of the limousine ... although ... that might be a little more detail than needs to be shared if you are asked. I'm a liberated woman, not a street corner whore."

"Was it because of the ballet?"

She chuckled. "Of course it was. Muscular men in tights...? Tights don't lie."

Ellie actually had been at the Met the night of her fantasy date with Jacen. And she actually had been turned on by the obvious package that the lead male was carrying that night. But afterwards, she'd satisfied her needs not with a male but a female. She didn't do that often, sleep with a woman. She was, in fact, a liberated woman but she was also the CEO of an international corporation that did business with primarily old money, old thinking, conservative white guys; and while they might like to watch girl-on-girl porn in the privacy of their own mansions -- when they weren't paying to have it played out in their own vacation home beds -- they tended to hold back from multimillion dollar business deals with women who preferred to lick the snatch over suck the dick.

In reality, Ellie did prefer men over women. Her occasional dalliances with the same sex were only a matter of convenience. And as with Jacen tonight, there was typically some sort of compensation for her partner as well. Ellie didn't have time for a relationship with a woman any more than she did a man.

He responded to her observation about her mother, saying, "I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand, trust me."

"Kiss me," Ellie ordered, explaining why she was demanding it, not asking for it.

Jacen hesitated for a moment, and Ellie feared that a barrage of What's my motivation? questions was coming. Then, he stepped closer, wrapped an arm around her thin waist, drew her close to press together, then pressed his lips to hers. Ellie let the younger man control the kiss throughout its existence, reacting as appropriate, but leaving the particulars of lips and tongue to Jacen.

When he pulled his face back and looked into her sparkling hazel eyes, presumably looking for her assessment, Ellie hesitated before responding. Her brain was screaming Fuuuuuuck...! It had been a long time since a man had kissed her like that. And while she wanted badly to press her mouth to Jacen's again, then slam him down upon her antique desk and ride him like he was one of the stallions in the stables out back, Ellie had a party to host.

"Perfect," she said with a slight smile as she gently pulled from his arms and returned to the box and safe to store her half million dollars worth of back up jewelry. She looked back Jacen's way and gave him a devilish smirk. "I'll have to change my panties, now, but..."

She let the comment die, turning to head for the library's exit as she curled a finger at him in invite to follow. She launched right back into his role as if the kiss and what actually was taking place in between her thighs hadn't happened. "I don't talk to you about my business, so if anyone asks -- particularly my mother! -- your answer is something to the effect of We don't have enough time with one another as it is, so we don't spend it talking about business yadda yadda yadda whatever."

Ellie stopped at the door waiting for Jacen to catch up. She continued, "Neither of us has said I love you. Mother would never believe I did even if I told her had myself. If asked, your response is I could easily love Eleanor -- NOT Ellie! -- but it's too early for such thoughts. Kick in something about just enjoying my company, whatever."

She was about to reach up and again straighten out the tux, but she feared she would want to kiss him again, and that would lead to her removing said tux, and she just really couldn't take the time right now.

"Oh!" she said suddenly, "and you. I forgot about your cover story, didn't I?"

Ellie had planned on Jacen's background being something simple, something plain but professional, something that couldn't be easily Googled, not that her mother even knew what Google was. Fifteen years ago, after her marriage to her fourth well-to-do husband, Betty had moved to the countryside in Burgundy where she'd learned how to garden, quilt, and drink wine. She'd been happy to get away from all of the fast paced world's new fangled electronics, to sit back and enjoy the old world ... and, of course, her share of settlement cash from the three previous marriages.

But as she donned yet another devilish smirk, Ellie began to think that Jacen's background needed something a bit more exciting -- and possibly more provocative -- than that of investment banker, stock broker, or senior financial advisor for a Midwest located CPA firm. She took the risk and moved closer to him, reaching up to the bow tie and lapels again, smoothing the front of the tux down over his fit but not overly so body.

"You're being investigated by the SEC on thirty two counts of insider trading," she said solidly, an easy thing to spit out as such things were common in her daily life. Ellie only hoped that Jacen knew enough key words and tricky phrases to make others believe his story. To ensure his story stuck, she advised, "If you can't pull it off, just tell people you are under a gag order. You're guilty, of course ... but you will profess your innocence if asked. Also if asked, I've professed my belief that you are innocent, but ... you should show your doubt that I am sincere."

Ellie stood a bit higher on the toes of her elegant high heels to put her face nearer to the taller man's own. She said in a whisper as if speaking for him, "I think she just wants me for my body, and if I go to jail, oh well, more good looking crooked traders on Wall Street who know how to fuck."

She laughed, dropped to her heels again, patted Jacen on the chest, and spun. "Let's do this."



She'd led Jacen by the hand out into the party, but the instant that they neared a waitress with a platter of champagne flutes -- from which she took one for each of them -- Ellie pretended to be interested in a woman who called out her name, kissed Jacen on the cheek, and headed off into the crowd, abandoning him...

 

[Ravenloft]

"Clearly." Jacen replied to Ellie's statement that she was a liberated woman. "And how long before I returned the favor?" He slowly grinned, planting the thought of him going down on her in the back of her mind. He was beginning to like this woman, she knew what she wanted, it would seem. Did she really just go to the ballet for the strong young men in tights? How revealing.

After the kiss, he looked her in the eyes, knowing that look well, he hid his smirk. He was half tempted to say "eyes don't lie either." But he kept it to himself. The last time he'd seen a look like that in a woman's eyes was in the basement of some Bachelorette's house as about fifteen women tied him to a chair and... played with him.

Ellie's "perfect" snapped him out of the memory of that night six months ago. He looked up at her with a sly grin, not the least bit surprised with her admit ion that she needed to change her panties. More smug, really, pleased with himself. He didn't need to say anything, he knew he was a good kisser and she hadn't seen the half of it. Yet. What he could do with his mouth.

He took careful note of everything she said from there on out, but the firmness with which she sat 'NOT Ellie' made him speak up and ask. "You would make an excellent director, you know. You give good character notes. One question though, why not Ellie? I mean, I must have called you that in the 'past'. I take it you dislike being called Ellie? Or is it your mother that finds it distasteful? I'm sorry, it just seems there's more behind that note that you're not saying. I want to do well tonight, so, if you can help me understand, I would appreciate it."

She seemed to pause and consider straightening his suit and tie again, but looked to have reconsidered. Boy, had he put her in that much of a spin? Or was she just analysis about perfection? He couldn't quite tell just then. He prefered to think it was because of his kiss.

"A background would be helpful, yes." He agreed as he stopped and waited for her idea. She got this devilish smirk and drew intimately close to him again, just to cop a feel, he suspected. It warmed him up a bit, not that he let it show. "Heh... easy for you to say..." he looked down at her, shaking his head slightly, clearly at a loss over her proposed background. He wasn't stupid, but he really had very little interest in the world of big business. Probably why he was still a small time actor stuck doing community theater, with a shitty agent, like Harvey, and hadn't made it big yet. "Gag order, check." He gave her a weak smile, a little embarrassed that his lack of knowledge about her 'thing' might sour a good deal.

Finally, she got back to the meaty, dramatic stuff behind all the bullshit jargon, this part, he understood, even enjoyed. "Guilty... Yeah." She whispered his motivation to him, her breath perfumed with alcohol. He grinned and added "but not all of them are as good at eating pussy as me..." hoping she rolled with his character note. If she wanted to get down and dirty, then so would he.

"Let's do this." She said, patting him on the chest. He balked, thinking she meant to have him eat her out right then and there, but it quickly dawned on him that she meant the party. Good thingame he didn't say anything! He didn't really have the chance to any way, the moment they walked out into the party that wax already going on, she pretty much ran off, leaving him to his own devices. He stared down into the bubbling, golden champagne flute she had given him before she left and sighed. "Well, at least you care enough to leave me with a kiss on the cheek before you ditch me... Heh! Here's to you, Miss Eleanor James, you peculiar, eccentric beauty." He said to himself, dryly, lifting a toast in her wake before downing the glass.

"Damn... that was good!" He looked around for that wairtress, wanting another. He was pretty sure most of the whiskey was out of his system by nos, he could probably handle two or three more of those without impairing his acting chops. On his third champagne, he caught sight of her again, eyeing him like he was German chocolate cake. Yeah, he though, he was in there for sure, the way she was looking at him. He waved and started over toward her, but he was still sober enough to read her ques. She didn't want him there just yet.

He watched from a distance for a while, making small talk with a few people, some approached him, he approached others. He might not know business, but he knew how to blend in and mingle. Boy, she sure did get a lot of attention from the men, he noticed. Did that one just kiss her on the lips? Huh... Gonna have to meet him in a few, maybe learn more about her that way, he thought.

 

[Alice2015]

"Are you him?"

When Jacen turned at the voice, he found an elegant, older woman looking up into his eyes with a critical stare. "Are the man sleeping with my Eleanor?"

She let him respond as he would, looking him up and down with that same examining look. She didn't seem happy with what she was seeing. She said with disappointment, "Young. How old are you, boy?"

Again, she let him respond, then shot her next question, "Are you worth anything, Jac-en? What's your balance sheet look--"

"Mother!" a familiar voice interrupted. Ellie stepped up to slip an arm into the crook of Jacen's elbow as she simultaneously leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek. "I see you found Jacen." She looked to the younger man -- he was junior to her 38 years but she didn't know by how much -- and, with a volume that was meant for her mother's hearing, said, "It's alright Jacen, she'd had her rabies shots."

She raised on her tippy toes again and pressed a soft, publically acceptable kiss upon his lips, then immediately looked back to her mother. "Mother, this is Jacen. I've told you about him in our emails. And Jacen, this is my mother, Betty. And I've told you nothing about her because..."

She waved a hand casually to her mother, knowing the woman was going to make the comment eventually anyway so why not just give her the opportunity.

Betty said unapologetically, "Because you're temporary, so why waste time telling about dear old mom when you can spend that time having wild sex."

"Exactly," Ellie said, not about to disagree with the woman. She stepped forward to exchange kisses on both cheeks of the man with her mother, saying as she stepped back to Jacen, "Richard, it's wonderful to see you again. I see she hasn't eaten you yet."

The man, easily in his late 70s but not yet ready to fall apart, laughed loudly, saying, "I've learned to keep moving, my dear, otherwise she might think I'm dead and do just as you suggest."

Betty's reaction was just to stare forward with fury in her eyes. It was obvious that she wasn't at all entertained by the interaction between her daughter and her fourth husband. She looked back to Jacen and said, "What is it you do ... Jac-en?"

Ellie tightened her grip on the inside of Jacen's elbow as a warning to take it easy. He was hear to sell the story of her having a man, and her mother could be a real life version of the fictitious Sherlock when she thought something was up.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Hmm?" Jacen was distracted from his perusal of the crowd.

"You must be Eleanor's mother?" He turned and was surprised by the woman he saw. She was a vital looking lady that instantly put him on his toes. "Well..." he began uncertainly, untIl Eleanor slipped her arm in his. "I'm twenty nine..." he lied by three years, marking himself younger than what she must have thought, judging by her septic all look at him.

"It's Jay son." He tried to correct her. "Well..." he was at a loss to a dress her evaluation of his worth. "I make her happy..." he said, a bit weakly, cowed by her sharp conviction. Thank god for Eleanor! He didn't feel confident until he felt her on his arm! He tried not to laugh at her comment, but a snicker slipped out, unfortunately. "I'm sorry, Mrs. James, but your daughter has warned me about you... you're a bit of a she cat, according to her! I was a bit concerned to meet you..." he quickly corrected himself. "I'm sorry... Betty!" He took her hand and gave it a kiss.

"Richard! How the hell are you?!" Jacen greeted, giving the older man much more consideration than he had Eleanor's mother. "Still in one piece, I see!" He exclaimed. "Well..." he whispered to Betty on the sly. "I just hope Eleanor keeps me as vital as you keep your men, miss James." Giving her a wink. "It's Jay Son." He reminded her. Ellie's warning squeezedidn't go unnoticed , though. "Sorfy.." he offered, feeling a bit under pressure from both sides, he didn't know quite how to act at the moment.

 

[Alice2015]

"I'm sorry, Mrs. James," Jacen continued, "but your daughter has warned me about you..."

Oh God, Ellie thought, here we go. The screen test.

Her faux beau continued, "...you're a bit of a she cat, according to her! I was a bit concerned to meet you..."

Ellie had to turn her face quickly, fearful that she was going to explode in laughter. She looked for any familiar face, found one, and both waved and called the woman's name to cover for her sudden about face.

"I'm sorry... Betty!" Jacen continued his performance, taking Betty's hand and kissing it.

Ellie peaked back, and thought Take two. Her paid date then greeted the man who had replaced the man who had replaced the man who had replaced her father as if they were old friends, following it up with a grrrr, get'em girl comment to her mother. Again she was forced to turn away, gripping Jacen's arm again, though she wasn't sure whether it was to hint that he should slow it down or speed it up. She was having fun!

"Sorry..." he offered quietly close to her ear.

Ellie turned back and quickly said, "Mother, I need to introduce Jacen to the Senator." She leaned in and kissed Betty, then Richard, then turned Jacen and ushered him away. They'd barely gotten ten feet before she cracked up.

"Oh my god!" she whispered, "That won't be forgotten soon."



She spent the next hour showing Jacen off to other guests, though she only introduced him as My friend. His role as her lover had been for her mother, who would be leaving the country soon enough. Well, not soon enough, but soon. Ellie didn't really want it going around that she was settling down or off the market.

She had fun with his background, dropping hints of his financial misdeeds to her Wall Street Guests, his valiant fight against The Man to the state's leading defense attorney, and suggestions of possible business dealings to guests she knew were having problems laundering dirty money or avoiding their tax liabilities. And every time, she turned to Jacen and asked something to the effect of, How would you deal with this, honey?

Ellie was thoroughly enjoying herself watching him after she'd put him on the spot. His reactions varied, but -- without a doubt -- showed his acting and improvisational skill. By the time she was done toying with her guests via her directing of Jacen, Ellie had decided that she had to find him a better agent. He was simply too talented to be making cab money in community theater.

"Excuse me," she told him, kissing him on the cheek. "I have to make a call."

She headed off into the crowd, which quickly closed upon the man who was capable of charming both Eleanor James and the people she knew. She returned a dozen or so minutes later, slipping her arm around his waist again and leaping into the conversation, now letting Jacen pick the topics. She mused Improvisation is where he is comfortable. I'll have to remember that.

When it was time for guests to begin making their farewells, Ellie turned to Jacen without noticed and planted a passionate though not unacceptably-PDA kiss on his lips. As she pulled back she looked deeply into his eyes, a loving look, as one of her hands laid upon his chest in an intimate gesture. She pressed her lips to his one more time quickly, less intimately.

It was meant to make those watching the couple -- and many were -- think THAT is passion!

Then, she stood upon the toes of her heels again and wrapped an arm around his waist, a bit lower than a simple friend would but higher than a groping lover would. With her mouth close enough to his ear for him to feel the warmth of her breath upon it she whispered with a seductive tone, "You're a very good actor, Jacen. I'll be calling on you again soon if you don't mind. Thank you. The limo is waiting outside and..."

She pulled her face back to look at his reaction as she finished, "...I left a little something in it for you."

And with that, Ellie turned and disappeared into the crowd, not to be seen again that night.

(OOC: PM coming at ya.)

 

[Ravenloft]

"That won't be forgotten soon." She said, sounding humored,miffed not a bit tart about his antics in front of her mother. Jacen was pleased, of course, you didn't get this kind of feed back on the stage. It was all rather intimate and rather thrilling. Improv.

The showing off to her business friends was kind of a bore though. The legal drama, the only thing keeping him invested and awake during her jargon riddled explication of it all. "Well, I could tell you, but then you would be an accessory to my case, and we wouldn't want that, now, would we?" Was his go to statement almost every time she tried to put him on the spot. That seemedoesn't to be enough to discourage most of them from prying for kore. When it wasnt, he faked some bullshit that he hoped would confuse them.

Some even looked convinced he knew what he was talking about, the pour bastards! Then she abandoned him again, to make a 'call'... at least, without her there, he was left pretty much alone again, thank god! He had to fend a few of HER admirer off after that, but it was easy enough to make excuses for her absence, especially with how little most seemed to care about him or his place as her 'boyfriend'.

The impression that he got was that she didn't have a problem finding guys to do her bidding, it seemed more like she got bored with them... or just didn't have the time for it... he wasn't sure. when she returned about fifteen minutes later, he was engaged with anot her woman over how they had 'met'. He was telling her aold about the 'ballet' that had seduced them both into each others arm. Like it was some affirmation of life, or something.


When her kiss came, he was kind of surprised, she didn't hold back, like most actresses, it felt genuine. Even her loving look seemed real. Then she pecked him on the lips again and groped his butt! Dismissing him, but not without the hint of more 'work' ahead.


He gave her a curious look at the mention of something in the limo, waiting for him.

He took her cue and left, finding a leggy escort in the back, waiting for him.

"You must be from Eleanor?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear. "Do me a favor? I want to send her a message, okay?" And with that, he positioned the woman so that he could go down on her. "Let her know... this..." with that, he went to work, eating the escorts pussy, pretending it was Eleanors.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: The picture is a little out of context -- day not night, back seat not middle -- but you get the picture, excuse the pun.)

"Candy" watched from the middle seat as the client entered and sat across from her. The expression on his face confirmed her suspicion that she'd been engaged as a gift and he hadn't been expecting her. She'd actually been on her way to meet another client when her agent diverted her, luring her with three times her normal fee if she could be there within the hour.

"You must be from Eleanor?" the man asked.

"I must be for you," she said suggestively.

He wasted no time availing himself of her services, dropping to his knees and parting hers. Candy moaned as his mouth pressed to her pussy, and in response to his request that she deliver a message to who ever this Eleanor was, she purred, "Just call me ... oh ... Western Union."



Candy didn't fake, this evening or any evening. She didn't see any reason for it. She always made sure her clients got what they wanted, so ... why not get some of her own. And she got hers tonight. The client was very skilled down there, driving her to very satisfying climax not just once but twice.

After she'd stained the leather with her own fluids, she suggested they do the same with his. She returned the favor with a skill of which most women could only hope to possess, then mounted his lap and made it possible for them do get their cake together.

As they sat there in their varying stages of undress, Candy in Jacen's lap, the car cruising down the freeway with the overhead lamps occasionally illuminating her bared, out-of-the-box breasts then sending them back into darkness, she suggested they find a room someplace and, in her words, "Finish this message I'm supposed to send to this unfortunate Eleanor."



Back at the James Mansion, Ellie checked in on her mother to find her passed out from the wine and mingling and -- in another room -- Betty's husband passed out from ... well, from being old as sin. She walked the terrace on the back side of the home for a while, looking out upon all she owned and marveled at how little it really meant to her.

Ellie used to enjoy the horses and sports cars and sailing yachts and private jet. But these days, the supposed fun she had in them was often more supposed than fun. With some of Ellie's class, the mentality was that when you had all you want, all you wanted was more. But with Ellie, it wasn't more but different that she wanted. She wanted different ... she wanted unexpected ... she wanted...

Improvisation.

Ellie thought back to the fun she'd had with Jacen and realized that she had to do that again ... and again ... and again. She didn't know what she would do, but she'd make sure he enjoyed it. As she made her way to her room, stripped to her underwear, and laid atop the bedding, she thought I'll make sure he enjoys it ... that I enjoy it ... that WE enjoy it.

Then, she stripped her panties off ... and masturbated to the fantasy of Jacen taking her right over the keyboard of the grand piano while all the guests -- and her mother -- watched, cheered, and yearned to join.

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen smothered a playful snicker against Candy'store pussy as he ate her out, thoroughly enjoying her tight little snatch, but not as much as he would enjoy Eleanors, he thought. The mystery and eccentricity of that woman driving his curiosity to new heights. Candy was just a messenger, meant to entice her into giving him another chance. "That's message number one." He growled as Candy came the first time. "And there's number two..." he added when he felt her crest again upon his eager tongue. He admired the little wet spot she left for their client for a moment, please with himself before Candy turned the tables on him and started sucked him off.

He only stopped her when she tried to mount him, demanding he wear a condom first. "No offence, Candy, but you don't know where I've been." He joked, trying to lighten the mood. By this point, he knew that if he didn't get off soon, he was definitely going to get blue balls. Too bad Eleanor was so busy, he would have liked to have been shooting his load in her, but Candy would have to do, for now. "No..." he warned the escort. "Not unfortunate, this isn't to hurt her or puss her off, it's to entice her, Candy. You just tell her how good it was for you, and be honest." He smiled as he slipped on the condom she gave him and entered her. "Maybe we can have a three way some day, if she hires us again." He said with a wink, revealing to her that he had been paid too.

If only he knew what Eleanor was up to back at the mansion, if only she had asked him to stay the night... it would have been her pussy he was eating and stuffed balls deep in by now.

He gave Harvey an extra three hundred bucks the next day and told him if Eleanor James ever called for him again to accept, no questions asked.

 

[Alice2015]

It would be almost three weeks, a dreary, overcast Tuesday morning when a messenger showed up at the address Ellie had had to pay Harvey an extra hundred dollars to get. As Jacen came to the door, the messenger offered out a garment bag, had him to sign his clipboard, and departed without a word, bee bopping the entire time to the too loud Hip Hop escaping the buds buried in his ears.

Inside was a mid-range price suit with no flare to it, rubber soled black leather shoes, dark sunglasses ... and a shoulder holster with a big rubber revolver on one side and spare clip holders on the other.

A note pinned to the jacket read in flowery hand writing, "Noon, 4th and Main, coffee shop. Don't speak unless spoken to. Look tough but not too tough. Check the pocket."

Inside the jacket's right front pocket were ten folded one hundred dollar bills.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Hmm, alright Miss James." Jacen said to himself as he read the note. "I'll play." From the look of things, she was going to have him act as a body guard, or something. "I just hope you know what you're doing." If she was relying him on being able to actually do anything to stop someone from killing her, a fake plastic gun wasn't going to be much help. Safe to assume she just wanted him to act the part. Question was, was it another ruse, like the one with her mother, or was it for fun?

The day came and he slipped into character as easily as he slipped into the costume. She knew how to pick the cloths, that much was for sure. He really felt like a bad ass, no nonsense body guard. He was at the coffee shop ten minutes early, ready and waiting for her, or whoever she would send to pick him up. He didn't even set Harvey to be 'on call' this time, figuring he could handle things if shit got weird.

 

[Alice2015]

Ellie arrived as she always did for business meetings, in a non-stretch Lincoln Towncar driven by her normal driver, Peter. She stepped out, revealing herself in a sexy-meets-professional mid-thigh length dress that showed off her long, bare, fair skinned legs.

The 4 inch heels clicked across the pavement as she approached Jacen, eying him hungrily. She was in a quandary about the man. She liked these games -- or had the one game they'd played -- and she wanted them to continue. But she also wanted to fuck him, long and hard and loud in the back seat of the black car behind her. Ellie had employed a paid male prostitute once in the past, but hadn't particularly enjoyed the affair. Of course, Jacen wasn't a gigolo, though -- Ellie thought -- it wouldn't take much to turn him into one. But that, of course, was where the quandary began: could she continue to employ him in these little games if she was also employing him to part her thighs and drive her to ecstasy?

"Follow me," she said, passing him almost like a stranger with only the slightest of curling finger gestures. Over her shoulder just loud enough for him to hear, she explained, "Follow your instructions ... follow my lead ... do good, and there's a bonus in it for you."

She literally meant more money, though Ellie's sudden smirk resulted from her brain screaming out, A rough fuck would definitely be a bonus.

As she arrived at a table at the far side of the sidewalk café, two men eyed her and reacted in different ways.

The first was the man who had been trying without success to blackmail Ellie over an incident a few weeks back that she didn't particularly wish to become public. His reaction was to simply remain seated as his eyes widened in the obvious onset of nervousness -- on the verge of becoming trembling -- at the sight of the man in the dark glasses and functional, easy-to-move-within suit that had a bulge under the left shoulder.

The second man was the first's lawyer, who stood quickly to first smile at Ellie politely, then eye Jacen and say with obvious disapproval, "Miss James, do you really think it was necessary to bring muscle to this meeting?"

Ellie chuckled, the sound that escapes a woman when she is receiving flattery from a male from whom she obviously would prefer to get nothing more than distance. She gestured to Jacen, then even gripped his elbow for a moment, before turning back to the man and responding, "Muscle...? No, I'm sorry, you misunderstand. Charles here is my ... dog walker. Rough neighborhood where I live you understand."

She looked directly and harshly at the man still sitting on his ass and added, "You just never know when some low life will show up and fuck with your day ... do you?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen noticed the look of hunger in Ellie's eyes and grinned to himself, yeah, she must have gotten his message. He fell in behind her and entered the café. He took a quick look at her behind and smiled again. She was really very hot.

Two men, one so nervous that he looked like he might wet himself, the other, more boldly stood and smiled at her. The look he shot Jacen wasnt quite so friendly though. "Muscle?" Jacen thought, stifling a snicker. Dog walker was even more rediculous though, but he rolled with it, nodding slowly as she mentioned him by his 'name'

"Some people just need to be kept on a tight leash, don't they, Boss?" Jacen asked, cracking his knuckles in front of the two men, playing his role to the hilt.

 

[Alice2015]

"Choke chain would be more appropriate, I believe," Ellie said, tickled with Jacen's ad lib. She looked back to the lawyer, whose mouth was opening for what was likely to be more disapproval, and quickly said, "Why don't you sit your ass down next to your client ... before I let my mad dog off his leash."

The lawyer did his best to maintain his composure as he casually and unhurriedly did as Ellie commanded. He may have been a lawyer, but he was pond scum, he knew it, and he knew that Ellie knew it as well. Once he was sat, he began, "Miss James, we agreed to meet with you this morning because--"

"Be quiet," Ellie cut in with a soft yet forceful tone.

"Miss James--" the lawyer tried to continue.

"Shut your trap!" she cut in again. When he closed his mouth, drawing an exasperated breath, Ellie looked directly into the lawyer's eyes and asked, "What's your cut?"

The lawyer hesitated, cleared his throat, and said, "One third. Typical for this kind of--"

"One third of nothing a very painful beat down doesn't sound like enough," she cut in once more. She half glanced up at Jacen, towering over her from behind and to the left, asking, "What do you think, Charles. Don't you think that Mister Brickerson deserves a full share of a beat down...?"

She gave Jacen an opportunity to continue earning his money with some well placed improv', then looked back to the lawyer saying with a softer tone, "I'm not an unsympathetic woman, Mister Brickerson. I understand that you are just doing your job ... that you have to do your best for your client..."

She looked to the man, who was still sitting there with an expression that said he was expecting Charles to pull his gat and put a round through his brain at any moment. She went on, "...even when your client is a slime ball who likes to hide cameras in his bedroom."

Ellie wanted to peek up at Jacen to see what his reaction would be to her explanation -- vague as it was -- of what had brought them here today. But she resisted, wanting to stay in character as her muscle was doing so well, too.

"So, here's what I'm going to do for you, Mister Brickerson," Ellie continued, looking back to the lawyer. "I'm going to pay you ten grand for the recording. I presume you have it, yes...?"

"I do," the lawyer confirmed, his eyes a bit wider after the mention of the huge sum of money.

"On you?" Ellie asked.

The lawyer hesitated. "Depends on whether--"

He went silent when Ellie slammed a thick, plain envelope onto the table. The open flap showed the stack of bills inside. She slid it a few inches his direction, then stopped with her fingers holding it in place. The lawyer again hesitated, then pulled a flash drive from his jacket pocket and set it atop the table.

"Both ... of them," Ellie said with obvious suspicion.

The lawyer glanced to his client, who immediately asked, "You get ten grand...? What do I get?"

The lawyer looked up to Jacen...

(OOC: PM coming your way.)

 

[Ravenloft]

Actions spoke louder than words, so as Ellie said a choke chain might be more appropriate, he smiled Cooly at the nervous client of the lawyer and adjusted the knot of his tie upward a quarter of an inch, an indication that, if he wasn't smart, and did the right thing by his employer, something worse than a sharp talking to might just befall him. Then he fixed the lawyer with a silent, menacing glare, foldin his hands in front of him, clearly waiting for Ellie's word to rough one, or both of them up.

The lawyer sure had balls, forcing Ellie to warn him twice to be quiet. Jacen slipped his hand in to grip his pistol, a subtle warning that he best be listening to her, if he knew what was good for him.
She wanted to know his cut? Hmm... for what? To pay him off? Boy, was his client screwed! "Oh, they won't have to share, boss, today is a two for one special. They both can have their own beat down, trust me, I'm good for it." Jacen grinned darkly, cracking his knuckles again.

Oh, so that's what this was. She got filmed in bed by this slime ball. He wondered what she had been caught doing on the tape. Hopefully it wasn't with this chump. She had to have better taste in men than him. Jacen stayed completely in character until she offered ten grand for the files. The only break in his character even then was the slow arch of his right brow. Damn, she was serious. That kind of confirmed it, whatever was on this video files must be good. Miss Eleanor James, caught, with her pants down? Frankly, he was jealous, he would have liked to see her naked, performing for the camera.

"You get the fond memories of having seen Miss Eleanor James in the buff, not that anyone would ever believe a piece of shit like you got one over on her like that... oh, and you get to keep your teeth, provided you keep your mouth closed for the next five minutes and hand her over your copy of the recording. Clearly, you're not very bright, so let me give you some advice. The next time you think about recording a woman in the privacy of your boudoir, keep it to yourself. Blackmail isn't the game for you."

 

[Alice2015]

The man was clearly trembling in his seat now as he contemplated the odds that Charles would seriously beat him to a pulp. With the math done, the man reached into his cheap jacket's pocket, removed the second flash drive, and tossed it out onto the glass table. The fear in his face began to mutate to anger, then he suddenly stood and stomped off for the parking lot.

Ellie wanted to say something about Charles not getting his opportunity to tune the man, but let it go. She'd gotten what she wanted here today. She lifted her fingers from the envelope of money, for which the lawyer slowly reached out and drew back.

"If there is another copy of this," Ellie said, her voice quiet but firm, threatening even. "The next time you see Charles ... you won't.

The lawyer looked up to Jacen, and Ellie could just imagine the lawyer checking his six, watching the shadows, avoiding lone places for the next several weeks.

"We're done here, I think," she said. Brickerson pocketed the envelope as he stood, opened his mouth to bid her farewell, then simply turned and walked away. She said with a playful tone, "Tootles!"

Once the man was away, Ellie couldn't help but giggle as she gestures Jacen to take the man's chair. She studied him for a moment, then repeated his words with joy, two for one special. That was good, Jacen. A treat. Thanks."

Ellie waved the waitress over to take their coffee and lunch orders, then both complimented him and judged him in the same breath. "You carry yourself so well, fall into character so well, so ... why are you in community theater? Is it really as hard out there as they say...? Starving artist and all?"

She listened to him intently. Ellie enjoyed Jacen's company, far more than she had a man's company for a long time. She was still trying to figure out a way to fuck the man without also giving up the edge she had as the director in his current string of performances.

She occasionally asked some follow up questions about the work to which he was referring. It was an interesting conversation, but ... Ellie's mind was being pulled away by another thought ... a devilish thought. They were barely through their coffees and yet to be served their lunch when Ellie suddenly stood and ordered, "Follow me."

She told the waitress that her driver would be coming up in a moment to enjoy their lunch, that their plans had changed, then led Jacen back to the car. She gestured him into the Towncar's back seat, sent Peter to the café, then followed after Jacen. Inside, she opened a lap top, inserted the flash drive, tapped the icon to play the recording, then sat the laptop upon Jacen's thighs.

It began as your typical sex tape, with the camera mounted to the right side of the bed, a bit high, as if hidden atop a dresser or entertainment center. A beautiful, sexy dark haired woman in sexy, scanty undergarments was in a passionate embrace with a tall, naked man -- not the blackmailer by any means -- who pulled her to the bed, laid to his back, and helped her to mount him.

It was easy to make out Ellie's face and her well rounded, well tended body. She was proud of her 36C-26-36 figure, and -- as in this recording -- refused to make love in the dark and waste the gift of her beauty. The man's face, Ellie knew, wouldn't be familiar to Jacen. But to the Internal Affairs Department at the SEC, the second person in the recording would have been easily identified as Victor Pool, the senior official who had recently suspended an investigation into Ellie's questionable business dealings.

The fact that Ellie was fucking a man who had prevented her from losing millions and possibly gone to jail for up to 15 years would have been bad enough. But after only a minute or so of her fucking him with great animation, a second naked man stepped into camera view. He moved to the bed, up behind Ellie, caressing her, groping her, toying with her clit while pulling her head back and to the side to kiss her passionately.

Then, he helped her to lay flat upon the man on bottom, moved into place behind her, and entered her other hole. He fucked her hard, slamming her repeatedly until his orgasm became obvious in his face.

And between the two men, Ellie's expression was one of great pleasure as well. Even though there was no sound, it was obvious that she was screaming out with each deep thrust until, just before the second man's climax, Ellie herself came with obviousness, collapsing down into the first man's arms.

After the upper man dismounted and stepped out of screen, the first grasped Ellie's hips and worked her upon him until he, too, enjoyed his own orgasm. It didn't end there, but about then, Ellie reached across and took the laptop back, saying simply, "You've seen one climax, you've seen them all."

 

[Ravenloft]

Jacen only broke character when he was sure the other two men were gone. He smirked and loosened his tie. He sat where she motioned and laughed softly, giving her a low, kind of coy look. "I was going to follow it up with 'clean up, isle two. But that might have been pushing it." He gave her a bow of his head, pleased with her appraisal of his performance.

"I'd like to know that myself. Harvey's not the best agent, but he's what I can afford. He's not all bad, he found me you. I must say, you keep me on my toes, Miss James." He put up a finger to stop her. "Now, don't dis community theater out of hand, like that. It's the only place an actor can go and play exactly what he or she wants... granted, there's no money in it, but nothing builds confidence, or pride in an actors heart, quite like the intimacy of the public stage. And hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?"

He paused and eyed her, picking up on what he thought might be one of her tells. "You seem distracted, you keep touching your neck. Now... either you've got a sore neck, or you're feeling kind of flush, like something, or someone is making you feel wam.." he left it to hef to admit or deny as she would, smiling softly. "Okay... where?" He got up and followed even though she didn't answer. "What about lunch? Oh..." she was instructing her driver to leave them alone in her car. He got the hint and climbed in.

Her video, of course! This was unexpected, but quite thrilling. He was very curious how a young powerful woman like Eleanor James got her pleasures and he certainly wasn't disappointed by what he was seeing. She looked magnificent atop the man in the video, clearly in charge, even in the sack. "You look magnificent." He whispered, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. "Oh." He mouthed as a second man came up behind her and fondled her tight, gorgeous body.

"My..." he whispered when the second man guided her down and forward, against the first, claiming her from behind. Jacen shifted in his seat, growing hard from what he saw. "Pfft..." he puffed out as the second guy blew his load in the matter of seconds. "Sorry, he didn't last long..." he glanced over at her quickly, giving her a hungry look."I can see why though."

He looked back just in time to witness her mute climax. "I don't know about that, Miss James, in my experience, every climax is different. Like the one you want me to give you?" He let her take the lap top, but touched her shoulder, invitingly.

 

[Alice2015]

"Like the one you want me to give you?"

Ellie would have loved to take or been taken by Jacen here and now, but...

"Not yet," she said softly, setting the laptop aside and opening the door to exit.

She didn't do it with any urgency. She wasn't fleeing. She was only letting him know that they weren't going to get intimate here in the car in the midday in the middle of downtown. On the sidewalk again, she waited for Jacen to emerge, then reached out to pat a hand atop the bulge of the fake gun under his jacket, smiling playfully.

"That was fun, by the way," she told him. She backed away just a bit and nodded to Peter, who began their way with two cardboard boxes containing their uneaten meals. "I'll call you again soon."

Peter opened the door, but before Ellie reentered the car again, she gestured for the driver to go ahead and take his seat behind the wheel. Once he was there, Ellie looked back to Jacen's face with an expression she usually reserved for a man she was about to kiss. She wanted to kiss him. But a voice in the back of her head kept screaming Not yet! Too soon!

"I wanted to explain..." Ellie began, glancing toward the laptop in the middle of the seat, now visible with the rear door open. She was a woman who chose her words carefully, so she hesitated another moment before telling him frankly, "I wanted you to know what I liked ... before we became lovers ... in case ... in case it wasn't to your liking. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

(OOC: PM coming at ya!)

 

[Ravenloft]

"No, of course not, you want it to be perfect, I understand." He got out as well and looked down at her hand as she pressed it against his 'piece', grinning. "Consider it foreplay, Miss James. I look forward to your call. Whatever the role, whatever the challenge, I'm your man."

"I appreciate that, Miss James, but it would take a lot more than just sharing you with another man to embarass me. I hope my next role is rated R, if you know what I mean?" They exchanged knowing looks and he waved as she drove away. He was going to need some relief tonight, that much was certain.

And he got it, by himself, in his bed, the way he had for years. He got off on the thought of recording himself for her to watch, imagining her nibbling on a string of pearls and quietly rubbing her clit through a pair of white satin panties, the blue glow of the video screen lighting up her eyes as she stiffled a whimper with her neclace. It was a damn powerful orgasm, jacking off to his fantasy of her, so prim and proper above the waist, by under the table... that was a whole nother animal entirely. "Phew...." he sighed ax he came down from the high of his self induced pleasure and ran a hand through his hair, damp with sweat. "Damn, hope she's as good in reality as she is in my dreams..." he laughed to himself, breathing heavy.

He was distracted the next few days, always checking his phone for a message or a text, eager to see her again. What would she have in store for him this time, he wondered.

 

[Alice2015]

"No, of course not, you want it to be perfect, I understand."

Ellie smiled at his comment about perfection, thinking It's the only way I do things. Of course, sometimes those things she did were only perfect for Ellie, but ... even if they were only good'nuff for her lover, they were still usually better than the average they got from others.

Jacen continued, "I look forward to your call. Whatever the role, whatever the challenge, I'm your man." He proclaimed his ability to withstand those moments she might fear would embarrass him, and again Ellie patted him on the chest, feeling the muscular frame below, before saying with the challenge of which he'd spoken, "We'll see."



The following day, after he responded to a knock on his door, Jacen watched as a woman with a professional appearance and a leather case simply walked past him to his kitchen, where she began removing the tools of her job: urine sample bottles, needles attached to collection test tubes, alcohol pads, a rubber tourniquet, little band aids with smiley faces, and more. The last thing she removed not from the satchel but from where it had been extending from her vest pocket, a single sheet of paper with the word Confidential across the top in bold, blocked red, and below which were a couple of dozen medical history questions.

She gestured Jacen closer with a curling finger, announcing, "My name is Lois. I'm here to give you a medical check up. It's preliminary and mandatory..." Her lips spread in a bit of a knowing smirk before she continued, "...if your ... employment is to proceed with a certain party who will remain unknown to me."

She gave him a moment to contemplate what this was about, then looked to his torso and gestured with a wagging finger. "Strip. Everything."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Hello, how may I..." The woman at the door just pushed past him and into his kitchen. "Help you?" He turned, knowing, just knowing it was another one of Eleanor's messengers. "Excuse me... But what do you think you are doing?" He asked neutrally, watching as she unpacked her case. She didn't answer right away, that pretty much confirmed that she was sent by Eleanor, at least in his mind it did. Who else seemed to have this tight of control over everyone they sent his way? He was pretty sure that if he picked up this woman's food, he would find her trade mark stamped in her foot.

This was boldly invasive, and if it hadn't been for how much fun all their 'foreplay' had been, he might have told this Lois to fuck off and get out, but he knew that would have no impact on a woman like Eleanor. It would just be a momentary sigh of mild disappointment if he didn't keep playing her game, and he would never have the chance to see her again, face to face, so he could, what? He wanted to stick it to her, but he wasn't sure how... clearly, she was making sure he was healthy and free of disease, which was cool, but this... this was not something he would normally ever be okay with.

Jacen smirked, shaking his head, crossing his arms. "One thing first, get your employer on the phone. I don't care what you have to say, say you slipped up and caused a hemorrhage or something, if I am going to do this... for them... the least they can do is be a freaking witness. Otherwise, how will they know, really know, for sure that it was done... properly."

"Yeah... Yeah... don't enjoy this too much, the boss might get jealous." Jacen warned unbuttoned his shirt to the third button down. "Those were free." He gave her the same shooing gesture. "Make the call." He countered, a shit ton more confidently than he felt, thank god for acting. He moved his hand to his belt and tugged gently to loose it, waiting for her to pull a phone out. "Well? It's not that much to ask... if it's blood they want, they don't get to sit idly by and wait for results, the should have to at least hear, if not see what they are putting me through. Don't. You. Think. Lois?"

Flashes of the video played in his head, mixed with his fantasies of Miss James. Without waiting, he pulled his belt free and dropped his pants, the exabitionist in him coming out. "Hmm, better idea..." he fished his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to her. "No need to call her as long as we make a recording of this exam. Oh, don't worry, what am I going to do? Release a video of myself being poked and prodded? What good would that do?"

"Deliver it to her with your results." he said, finishing up unbuttoned his shirt.