An Unconventional Convention
by Ann Douglas
“And that’s why I think ‘Scott’s Folly’ has always been one of my
favorite episodes,” Maggie McAllister said as she smiled out at the two
thousand fans that filled the ballroom of the Royal Grand Hotel.
The cheers that greeted the fifty-two-year-old actress were such
that an unknowing observer might think the short haired redhead had won
an Oscar rather than her claim to fame having been that she'd appeared on
a twenty year old science fiction show. It went on for another half minute
or so as she flashed her best smile and wallowed in their admiration.
“And to think I originally told my agent that I wanted no part of
some geek sci fi show,” Maggie thought as the applause finally died.
-=-=-=-
Twenty years before, as a thirty-two-year-old never really was
actress, Maggie had been called late one Friday morning by Ryan Clarke,
her agent, and offered the chance to take over the role on an upcoming
science fiction show about time travel called “Chronos II”. It seemed that
the actress that had been originally cast had been injured in a car accident
the day before. She hadn’t been seriously hurt, but some facial contusions
were enough to delay production on the pilot, which was scheduled to start
the following Monday.
Her initial reaction had been to say no, but then Ryan had
convinced her to at least read the script which he had already sent over by
messenger. One of the producers evidently had remembered her from
some of her earlier work and thought she would fit the role perfectly. That
most of her previous work had been a string of quite forgettable films
where her breasts had a greater role then the rest of her said a lot about her
career so far. And while her boobs were still holding up pretty well, she
was getting a little old to still play those roles.
After reading the script, which had arrived just ten minutes later,
she had still been unimpressed. The story revolved around the crew of the
Chronos II, hence the title of the show, which had been lost in time. She
would play June Kirkland, the assistant to Professor Mortimer Weatherby,
the scientist who had invented the time ship. Rounding out the cast would
be a strong male lead character named Rock Cooper, a not too bright but
devilishly handsome sports hero on whom June would have a crush on,
and his teenage nephew, Jim Cooper, who would have a similar crush on
June.
“This is hardly the big break you’ve been promising me for the last
two years, Ryan,” she had said over the phone shortly after putting down
the script.
“It’s work.” Ryan had replied, reminding her that was something
that had hardly been breaking down the door lately. “Just think of it as a
paycheck,” he’d added. “It’ll probably never get past the pilot and no one
will ever remember it a year from now.”
“I just have to show up ready to go on Monday morning?” Maggie
asked as she glanced on the small pile of bills on her coffee table. “No
late night auditions or anything like that?”
In her early days in Hollywood, there had been quite a few of those
where she had been called upon to demonstrate her acting ability to
various producers and directors. Said demonstration and her chances of
getting the role usually consisting of how realistically she was able to fake
an orgasm. She hadn’t minded it so much back then, it was part of the
game, one that a lot of girls, and in some cases, guys had to play. The
problem was that none of those roles had ever caught fire and it seemed
that the practice was beginning to reappear.
“Nothing like that,” Ryan had promised, “I swear. They would,
however, like you to come down to the studio tomorrow to make sure the
wardrobe fits and all. You and Cynthia Cannon, she’s the girl they
originally hired, have pretty much the same build, but they want to see if
the costumes need any minor alterations.”
“In other words, I’m getting the gig because she and I both have
great boobs,” Maggie pointed out.
“You said it, not me,” Ryan replied. “Now do I tell them yes or
start looking for another girl. They wanted an answer ten minutes ago and
already another one of the producers is saying that they want to go
younger for the role.”
“Oh hell, I’ll do it,” Maggie said in resignation, glancing again at
the stack of bills.
It hadn’t been only the money she owed that sealed the decision.
Ryan’s last comment had carried a lot more weight than she wanted to
admit. Up to then, she’d been able to play younger roles without a
problem but there were a lot of new girls actually those ages out there,
many of them willing to do an awful lot to get their chance.
-=-=-=-
“Chronos II” turned out to be exactly the kind of silliness that
Maggie had thought it would be. But much to her, and many other
people’s surprise, it was also a minor hit. So much so that it ran for four
years. Over ninety-eight episodes, she had been crammed into the sexiest
outfit they could find for the time period they visited. From a Victorian
gown that was so tight she could hardly breathe in it, to a bikini like outfit
made of twisted vines. It got so she came to the conclusion that the
writers started with how revealing an outfit they could get past the
network censors and then wrote a story around it.
When the show finally folded, Maggie thought it would be the last
she’d ever heard of “Chronos II”. Then, to her even greater surprise, the
show became an even bigger hit in what seemed like endless reruns. Over
the last two decades, it had never really been totally off the air. Along
with the growing fan base of new generations of Chrononauts, as they
came to be called, came the personal appearances at various science
fiction conventions around the country.
“Chronos II” would never be popular enough to have a convention
of its own, but there were enough generic gatherings in which it played a
role for her to make at least a half dozen appearances a year. All with
travel expenses paid and a not unwelcome stipend for just answering some
silly questions and then spending an hour or so signing autographs for
which she would also get a cut of the profits.
Her acting career had also flourished after Chronos had gone out of
production. She was never going to be offered a staring role, but she had
spent the years since in a steady number of supporting roles in various
movies and television shows. That some of these turned out to be
caricatures of her June Kirkland character hadn’t bothered her in the least.
-=-=-=-
The sound of applause brought Maggie back from her musings as
Roy Carlsen, who had played Professor Weatherby in the series, finished
up a question of his own. Back when the show had first premiered, Roy
had only been a few years older than the rest of the cast and used makeup
to fit into his role. Now, two decades later, he had aged into it naturally.
As another fan took her turn at the microphone, Maggie was
relieved to see that there was no one else in the waiting area. The
organizers of the event were quite skilled at keeping things on schedule
and knew just how many questions could be fit in during the question and
answer panel. Not only was it bad form to have fans wait on line to ask a
question, only to be told that time was up, but such disappointments might
more importantly have a negative impact on their spending money on
autographs and other souvenirs.
Only two of the cast of “Chronos II” had been available for the star
panel this time around. Stephen Duke, who had played Rock Cooper, was
home with the flu and that had disappointed Maggie terribly. She had
become good friends with Stephen over the years and had been looking
forward to seeing him again. The remaining no show wasn’t missed at all
by either Maggie or Roy. Tommy Butler, who had played Jim Cooper,
had grown up into the kind of obnoxious former child star that the
supermarket tabloids loved.
Getting the role of Jim Cooper, after a string of television
commercials and small guest staring roles, Thomas, and his mother turned
agent, had been convinced that he was well on the way to a Tom Cruise
like career. Instead, the show had turned out to be the highlight of his
acting days as he had the looks, but not the talent to go further. Once he
reached adulthood, he lost most of the charm of his teen years as well as
the ability to keep off the extra pounds.
In the latter area, Maggie could well sympathize as she had added
a few pound herself. Only in her case, the added weight had fallen in all
the right places, giving her a more mature, sexy look. The girls, as she
had long ago started referring to her breasts, had held up pretty good too.
The effects of time and gravity held at bay by a specially constructed
brasserie.
The last question of the morning was again directed at Maggie and
she gave the young woman at the mike her full attention as she began
speaking. It was a typical die hard fan question, but one that brought back
other, best forgotten memories to the actress.
“I know that all though the series, June Kirkland always had a
thing for Rock Cooper, even though he never seemed to notice,” the
teenage girl, who Maggie knew hadn’t even been born when the show was
originally filmed, said, “but a lot of fans have always thought that maybe
she should’ve given Jim Cooper a chance. After all, by the time the series
ended he was already seventeen. Do you think the show would’ve been
better if the writers had gone in that direction?”
A chorus of laughter filled the room as Maggie glanced back at
Roy, to also see a look of bemusement on his face. She was going to get
no help with the answer from his direction.
“Well, I know that’s a direction of lot of the fan fiction you find on
the Internet these days would like to have seen taken,” Maggie answered.
An answer that brought a renewed assortment of cheers and whistles from
the crowd. “But I’m afraid that I have to say that maybe the writers of the
show knew what was best for the characters.”
The answer was a stock reply as she well knew, but that wasn’t an
area that she wanted to go anywhere near. Still, the look of disappointment
on the girl’s face made Maggie wonder if perhaps she had written at least
one of those stories herself.
“Still,” Maggie added after a long pause, “I think you’d have to
agree, Jim Cooper was pretty cute, wasn’t he?”
That brought a smile to the questioner’s face and another chorus of
cheers from the audience. Almost as if on cue, the master of ceremonies
stepped to the center of the stage and thanked everyone for coming,
reminding them that both Maggie and Roy would both be available for
autographs after they took a short break to freshen up. Plenty of time for
everyone to buy official souvenir photographs for them to sign.
-=-=-=-
As the crowd began to stir in their seats, Roy leaned over to
Maggie and said in a low voice that she had sidestepped that admirably.
“Oh fuck you,” she replied in a similarly low tone, the smile on
her face saying she really didn’t mean it. “I still say it was all your fault.”
A look of innocence appeared on Roy’s face, along with an
appropriate hand gesture returning the sentiment. Maggie just laughed
and rose from her chair to follow one of the stage hands off the platform.
The reason for their little exchange was another reason why
Maggie was so glad that they no longer bothered to invite Tommy Butler
to the conventions. She wondered what all the fans now moving out the
exits would think if they know that during the final year of the show, June
Kirkland, or at least her alter ego of Maggie McAllister was doing the
nasty with the Tommy Butler side of young Mr. Jones.
It had started out as a dare actually, or maybe even a joke, Maggie
had never really been sure which. One night, after wrapping up an
episode, she and Roy had been having a drink in his trailer. The subject of
how Tommy had carried his character’s affections for Maggie’s over to
real life had come up. It wasn’t unexpected of course, he was a normal,
healthy teenager who spent a great deal of time around a woman with a
great set of knockers which were constantly being flashed in his face.
“I think you should do something about it,” Maggie remembered
Roy saying.
“What would you suggest?” Maggie had asked, feeling the effects
of the half bottle of scotch they had put away.
“Why not give him a tumble,” Roy had replied. “He’s old enough
and certainly cute enough, and from a few quick looks I’ve been able to
catch in the showers, certainly equipped enough. God knows that if I’d
thought he’d be the least bit interested, I’d have given him one long ago.”
Maggie had smiled. Roy’s being gay had been one of the worst
kept secrets in Hollywood. Known to just about everyone it seemed
except for fans of the show. It was that way for a lot of actors.
Even with more than half a buzz on, Maggie would’ve let the
issue die then and there, except for the fact that she happened to run into
Tommy on the way back to her own dressing room. He had been hanging
around outside of it, looking she thought, for another chance to peek into
the window while she was changing. She had caught him at it a few times
in the past. As she had on those occasions, she was about to chase him
off, then had a change of heart.
“Oh fuck,” Maggie had said as she glanced around and saw that
no one else was anywhere near. “Come on in Tommy, if you really want
to look, you might as well get a good one.”
She had let him do a lot more than look that evening, teaching him
things he only dreamed about and by the time he stepped back out, he’d
left his virginity behind. Over the last few weeks of the show they wound
up doing it just about every chance they got, right up until the night his
mother found out.
When Sharon Butler walked into Tommy’s dressing room, she had
a key, to find the two of them naked and in the middle of the act, Maggie
was sure her career was about to go up in ashes. Then to her surprise,
Sharon acted almost thankful to find the two of them together.
Sharon had suspected for some time that her son was getting it on
with someone and was most worried that it was some underage groupie
who was going to have him splashed across the front pages of the tabloids.
Or some girl who wanted to get her hooks into him and ride the gravy
train that Sharon just knew was waiting for the two of them once he hit it
big. So it was actually a relief for her to discover that it was only an older
woman interested in his hard body and even harder cock.
Their little affair sort of died off after that, ending totally before
the show was canceled. In the last few conventions they’d attended before
he stopped being invited, Tommy, or Thomas as he now went by, had
insinuated that he’d like to recapture their glory days. Maggie had made it
as clear as she possibly could that she didn’t. A message he never seemed
to get.
-=-=-=-
After the short break was over, Maggie and Roy walked into the
small room in which the autograph table had been set out to find that not
only was the room already packed, the line into it already stretched out
into and down the hallway. The promoters couldn’t stop a fan from
bringing their own non-official items, but they did their best to insinuate
that only holders of photos bought at the convention would get their
chance at having them signed. Since they got a piece of each photo sale,
some actors would refuse to sign anything else. Both Maggie and Roy,
however, were more than willing to put their names on anything a fan put
in front of them. Not everyone, they felt, could afford the overpriced
souvenirs.
While she had always been at a loss to explain the popularity of the
show, Maggie had always been keenly aware how seriously many of the
fans took it and how much she had gained over the years due to that
devotion. That was why she added to her answer earlier and why now she
tried to give each fan a kind word or at least a warm smile as she scribbled
her name on whatever they put in front of her. Over the years she’d also
come to realize that one of the reasons of lot of fans were willing to stand
in line for such a long time, at least the male ones, was to get a close up
look at “the girls.” Truthfully, she got as much of a thrill out of having
them look as they did, so much so that she always made it a point to
change into something that showed off as much of them as to be just the
wrong side of respectable.
Earlier in the year, she had gone too far over the line, showing up
at the San Francisco Star-Con in a see through blouse, deciding at the last
moment to leave her bra behind as well. The combined effect of the
overhead lighting and the flash strobes going off had produced some
magnificent shots of her large nipples. It didn’t take two days for the
photographs to find their way onto the Internet, provoking a small moral
outrage from some quarters. Mostly, she felt, from narrow minded old
ladies who felt she was helping corrupt today’s youth. As if most of them
needed help. The convention promoters hadn’t seemed to mind, feeling
that even more people came to the next one they invited her to, to see if
she repeated the performance. In that they were disappointed, but she still
put on a good show nevertheless.
When the autograph session finally ended, some thirty-five
minutes past its scheduled hour, both Maggie and Roy were relieved to
finally put down their pens. With a practiced precision, the organizers
again took over and quickly cleared the room, herding the masses to the
next scheduled event. Since it didn’t include either of the two of them, it
gave the actors a chance to relax for a little while. They weren’t needed
until the Best Costume Competition this evening where they would be two
of the judges.
“Maggie, could I ask a favor of you,” Roy asked as he handed her
a cup of coffee from the small cart that had been set up in the corner.
“Oh oh,” Maggie said in a foreboding tone, “every time you use
those words I wind up regretting what ever it is you ask me to do.”
“That’s not true,” Roy laughed, then added. “Okay, maybe it is.
But this time it’s different.”
“And you always say that too,” Maggie replied.
“Would you at least just listen first?” Roy smiled.
“Don’t I always,” Maggie answered, returning the smile.
“It seems I have a little scheduling conflict,” Roy began, the
casualness of his words causing Maggie’s caution lights to all come on.
“A scheduling conflict,” Maggie repeated.
“Well, it’s actually kind of simple,” the older man continued,
“thinking I had a few hours to kill this afternoon, I sort of agreed to sit for
an interview for one of those science fiction magazines.”
“And…”
“And now something else has…has come up you could say.”
With that, his gaze moved over her shoulder to something behind
her. Maggie turned her head to find a very cute, twenty-something young
man standing at the doorway. It was obvious from his expression that he
was waiting for Roy, and not for an interview.
“You’re incorrigible,” Maggie laughed, trying to sound angry but
failing miserably.
“No, just very horny,” he said in a soto voce tone as he moved
close enough so that only she could hear him.
“So where do I find this person that was supposed to interview
you?” Maggie asked.
“He’s waiting for me in the coffee shop off the lobby,” Roy
answered, his face beaming at his little victory.
“All right, you go have your fun and I’ll go educate the masses
once more about what a joy it was working on “Chronos II,” she relented.
“Bless you, dear,” Roy said, kissing her on the cheek as he waved
to the young man in the door that he would only be a moment more.
“You better go before I forget how much I love you and come to
my senses,” Maggie retorted.
“And I love you, darling,” Roy replied, “So much that I just wish
you’d learn to take more advantage of your own opportunities.”
“Not all of have your adventurous spirit,” she replied, also asking
him what the guy’s name was and how was she going to recognize him.
“His name is Jonathan Hall or Hill, or something like that, and
you’ll have no problem recognizing him,” Roy said before disappearing
into the hall with his companion, “he’s wearing one of those black
“Chronos II” T-Shirts with the four of us standing in front of the
timeship.”
“Wonderful,” Maggie sighed as she looked up at the ceiling and
rolled her eyes.
-=-=-=-
Visualizing the kind of guy who worked for one of those
magazines and would walk around in a shirt like that, Maggie decided to
take a few minutes to go back up to her room and put the girls back under
cover. Otherwise, this might turn out to be the longest interview on
record, especially if he wasn’t able to stop drooling long enough to get a
question in.
Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the lobby elevator in her
third change of clothes for the day. She’d settled on a simple flower print
that still enhanced her figure but not overly so. Navigating her way across
the still crowded vestibule, Maggie considered the possibility that since
she was so late, the reporter, and she used that term loosely, might have
given up and gone home. One could only hope.
“No such luck,” the fifty-two-year-old said to herself as she
stepped into the coffee shop and saw, sitting in one of the front booths, a
round figure in a black T-shirt.
In his late twenties or early thirties, the dark bearded reporter
looked like the stereotype that detractors conjured up when they wanted to
bash science fiction fans. It was a cruel thing to say she knew, but it some
case it was true. Spread out on the table was a meal for at least two, with
at least three desserts.
Putting on her best professional smile as he headed for the table,
Maggie was having a hard time trying to ignore his resemblance to the
“comic book guy” on that popular animated show that seemed to have
been on Sunday nights forever.
“Excuse me,” Maggie said as she stopped only inches from the
edge of his table, “are you by any chance waiting for Roy Carlsen and an
int…”
She never got a chance to answer as the young man looked up and,
seeing who was standing there, dropped the fork full of pie that he was
about to put into his mouth.
“Oh my God, it’s you,” he said, his voice bordering on shock.
Maggie tried to keep smiling, swearing that Roy was really going
to pay for this. This went way beyond friendship.
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” he repeated, “here, standing in
front of me.”
“Well it is,” Maggie said, “and I’m afraid that Mr. Carlsen has
been unavoidably detained and he asked if I might take his place. If that’s
all right?”
Still looking like he was in shock, the man in black just sat there
with his mouth half open.
“Would it be all right if I sat down?” Maggie asked, hoping that
this time she got a response.
It took a few seconds for him to realize what she had asked. Then
he replied by pushing his arm out and sweeping most of the plates on the
table out of her way. Sitting down, Maggie hoped she could get the eye of
one of the waitresses so she could clear some of the plates and at least
wipe the tabletop down.
“As I was saying, Roy wasn’t able to make it and I’d like to take
his place if it’s okay,” she repeated. “What was the name of the magazine
that you write for again?”’ she added, recalling that Roy had left that out
as well.
Before an answer could be made, another voice from behind her
interrupted.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing,” the tall, clean shaven
young man said, “did you just mention Roy Carlsen?”
Turning in the direction of the voice, Maggie was stunned to see
that the tall, well-built younger man standing behind her was also wearing
an identical T-shirt as the man across the table.
“Are you Jonathan Hall?” Maggie asked, her inner voice pleading
with him to say yes.
“Hill actually,” he said, “I was supposed to be meeting Mr.
Carlsen or an interview. Actually I was supposed to meet him over a half-
hour ago.”
“Roy is terribly sorry,” Maggie quickly said, repeating what the
story of a few moments before, “but he had a last minute scheduling
conflict. He was hoping that I might do the interview in his place. Would
that be all right?”
“I think it would be more than all right,” Jonathan said. “In fact it
would be much more than I could’ve hoped for.”
“Great,” Maggie said, this time her smile was genuine.
A slight noise from the other side of the table reminded Maggie
that she’d made a mistake. No, she chided herself, two mistakes. There
was absolutely no reason why she should’ve prejudged the first man so
harshly solely on his appearance. She owned him apology at the least.
“I’m afraid I made a little error,” she smiled at him. “This was the
gentlemen I was supposed to be meeting.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I figured it had to be some kind of mistake.”
“Let me at least pay for your lunch,” Maggie offered.
“No, its okay,” he declined. “It was worth it just to meet you in
person. I wish my friends hadn’t left already, they’re never going to
believe me.”
Maggie thought about it for a second, then offered to sign his
convention program. Asking his name, which turned out to be Alan, so
she could personalize it, she was halfway through when she had a better
idea.
“Is that your camera?” she asked, pointing to the small digital on
the far end of the table.
When he said that it was, Maggie asked Jonathan if he would be so
kind as to take a photo of her and her new friend. As he took a moment to
check how the camera operated, Maggie scooted over to the other side of
the table and in alongside Alan. Pressing up alongside him, she could feel
the smile on his face as the flash went off.
“One more, just for luck,” she said. “Give me a three count just to
be ready.”
When Jonathan got to two, Maggie suddenly turned her head and
kissed Alan on his cheek. That was the image frozen on the display when
the flash went off a second time.
“Show that one to your friends if no one believes you,” Maggie
smiled back at him as she stood up out of the booth.
“Oh wow!” Alan said in disbelief as he stared at the second
picture on his camera display.
The two of them stepped away into the empty foyer, Jonathan in
the lead with Maggie close behind him. She noted that he was at least two
inches taller than her own five foot nine, and while he didn’t have the
muscular build that so many young men back in Los Angeles did, the
reporter did have a really cute ass.
“I think I can get us a booth again,” he said, realizing that the one
he’d just vacated had already been filled. “We could order lunch if you
like, or just get some coffee if you’ve already eaten.”
“I know it’s still a little early,” Maggie replied, “but after dealing
with all those eager fans all day, what I could really use is a good drink.
This place has a bar, doesn’t it?”
“I’m not sure,” Jonathan answered, surprised at the request. “If
not, I saw one just down the street on my way here.”
“That’ll be even better,” Maggie decided, “less chance of running
into any more of my fans. Not that I don’t love them for everything that
they’ve done for me, but sometimes too much love is…well, I’m sure you
understand.”
Jonathan gave a look that said that he did. Looking into his boyish
face, another thought suddenly occurred to Maggie.
“You are old enough to drink, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” he smiled, “I’m over twenty-one.”
As they headed out of the hotel and down the street to the bar,
Maggie wondered how much over the legal age he was. If she could see
the driver’s license in his wallet, which he would have to produce before
the waitress would take their order, she would’ve learned that he had
indeed passed his all important twenty-first birthday – all of three months
before.
The outside sign identified the establishment as McGuire’s Bar and
Grill, serving the community since nineteen sixty-one. They took a quiet
booth in the back, as far away from the few afternoon patrons watching
the ball game as they could. Jonathan ordered a beer and Maggie, to his
surprise, ordered a scotch.
“So what is this interview about anyway?” she asked as she
downed the drink in a single gulp. “Oh I needed that,” she went on to
say, already signaling the waitress to bring her another, indicating with her
fingers to make it a double.
“Well, I’m working on a couple of ideas,” Jonathan said, “I
haven’t narrowed it down yet to exactly which one I want to go with. To
be honest, I’m doing this on spec, trying to land a staff position at the
magazine. So far I’ve only done freelance work but my Editor said if I
can come up with a top story about “Chronos II”, I get the job. There’s a
lot of interest in the old show, especially since that rumor started going
around the Internet about it being remade into a movie.”
“Are you really a fan of the show or is this just the assignment that
they gave you?” she asked.
Actually both,” he replied as he sipped at his beer. “I’ve been
watching the show since I was ten.”
“Ten huh,” Maggie repeated, trying to imagine the handsome
young man at that age.
“Well it might’ve been older than that,” he said, hoping he hadn’t
committed a faux pas by drawing attention to how long ago the show had
been.
“Its okay, I have no problem with how it’s been since I played that
part, or how old I am now.
The ice broken, they spent the next half hour discussion the history
of the show, mixing those stories with as many anecdotes as she could
remember. By the time another round was set in front of them, this time
beer for both, they were calling each other Jonathan and Maggie at the
other’s insistence.
In addition to the show, Maggie learned a great deal about the
background of the young man sitting across from her. At least now she
knew something more than the fact that he was incredibly cute. The main
reason, she thought, why Roy had agreed to the interview in the first place.
He had a weakness for Jonathan’s type and it was only the prospect of a
sure thing in place of a maybe that caused him to blow it off.
The thought of what Roy was most likely blowing at the moment
caused a wide grin to appear on her face. One that Jonathan couldn’t help
but ask about.
“I was just thinking that we really should find some time for you to
talk to Roy, he has a lot better stories than I do,” she lied.
“If I can I will,” Jonathan replied, “but I’d be lying if I didn’t say
I’m quite happy interviewing you instead.”
Hoping she wasn’t blushing, Maggie found herself wishing she
hadn’t gone up to her room and changed outfits before heading for the
coffee shop. It might be silly to think someone half her age might be
interested, but it was fun to think about it.
The stirring between her legs reminded her that it’d been quite
some time since she’d taken care of that particular itch. Normally, one of
the benefits of coming to one of these conventions was meeting up with
Steve Duke again. As she was always quick to point out to anyone who
asked, she and Steve had remained good friends over the years. What she
never told anyone else was that they were ‘friends with benefits’. It was a
benefit she was sorely missing this weekend. Trying to put that out of her
head, she was glad when the course of the conversation returned to the
show.
“Back in high school I once read an interview with George Wagner
about how he came up with the idea for “Chronos II,” Jonathan said as he
checked his notes. “Was he really as creative as they made him out to
be?”
“Well,” Maggie started to say, then paused, “do you want the
Hollywood answer that they give at conventions like this or would you
like to know the real story?”
“I get the impression that the real story is a lot more interesting so
let’s go with that,” Jonathan replied.
“Well, first of all,” Maggie smiled, feeling some of the effect of
the drinks she’d downed, “let’s start by saying that even though it might
be speaking ill of the dead, George Wagner never met a creative idea that
he wasn’t willing to take credit for. Most of the good ideas for the show
actually came from the people working for him, from Johnny Thomas,
who was the actual hands on producer to J.T. Forest, who started out as
Wagner’s secretary and eventually became a writer in her own right.”
“Wow, I read that once in some fan magazine but didn’t know if it
was true or not.”
“It was true, trust me,” Maggie said. “The only thing worse that
the way he treated the creative staff was the way he treated most of the
women on the series.”
Jonathan gave a look that said he didn’t understand exactly what
that meant.
“Well let’s just say that the women who appeared on “Chronos II”
usually fell into three categories,” she explained as she finished off the
last of her beer. “Women he had slept with, women he was sleeping with,
and women he expected to sleep with him sometime in the near future.”
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth that Maggie
almost regretting saying them. Not because they weren’t true, but because
of the actresses they maligned. The look that then appeared on his face
told her that he was wondering which category she fell into.
To set the record straight, she told the story of how she wound up
with the role of June Kirkland. Decorum prevented her from mentioning
that the actress she had replaced, Cynthia Cannon, had earned the role by
being in the middle category. In fact, the motor vehicle accident that had
bruised her face enough to take her out of the show had occurred while
Cynthia had been performing a sexual act on George while he was driving
her home from rehearsal. Only the fact that she had finished a moment
before they had hit a telephone pole had prevented the executive producer
from suffering a catastrophic injury.
Jonathan went on to ask a half dozen other questions, to which
Maggie gave answers as honest as the first. Then he shifted his focus
from the series to the here and now.
“If those rumors about a movie are true, do you think they’ll ask
you to have a part in it?” he asked. “Usually when they make a movie out
of an old show, the previous stars at least do some kind of cameos.”
“Well there was a lot of bad blood between George and the cast
after the show went off the air and into syndication,” Maggie explained,
“Mostly due to the fact that he tried to really screwed us on the residuals
package. We won back our residuals in court and he never forgot it. Also,
he resented all the attention we still got from the fans. I think he felt he
never got the proper acclamation for his work.”
“But he died last year,” Jonathan pointed out, “wouldn’t that have
put an end to any grudges.”
“Well, you would think so,” Maggie smiled, “but the widow
Wagner seems determined to keep it going and since she now controls
George’s rights to the show, she has a lot of say with the studio.”
“Why would she do that?” he asked. “I would think having you
all at least do a cameo would only help the movie.”
“Well I can’t speak as to what she has against anyone else,”
Maggie confessed, “but I have to admit that I might have said a few
unkind words about her at one time or another.”
Back when the widow Wagner was still Doris Young, more
commonly known as the latest bimbo that George was screwing behind his
wife’s back, Maggie, who had been a genuine friend of Kathy Wagner, the
then current Mrs. Wagner, had embarrassed Doris at a cast party. Said
embarrassment consisting of a loud enough to be overheard recitation of
her non-film credits. The incident had been widely reported on various
gossip pages and led to her losing a prime role in an upcoming blockbuster
that George had managed to get for her.
“Hell hath no fury like a bitch scorned,” Maggie laughed as she
finished the story.
“There another story that I’m curious about but I wasn’t sure if I
should ask about it,” Jonathan said with some hesitation.
“Tell you what,” Maggie said, “I guess I’m feeling a little
expansive from the drinks so ask away.”
“How bout we go off the record then,” Jonathan suggested, “after
all, this is more my own personal curiosity than anything else.”
“Okay, that sounds fair,” Maggie agreed, “fire away.”
To her surprise, the question was about her and Tommy Butler.
Jonathan had been at the star panel earlier and it seemed to him that there
had been a reaction on her face when she was asked about the Internet
stories about their characters. Not a very noticeable one, but one that
made him wonder if there might have been something there.
“I think you have the makings of a great reporter,” she said, side
stepping the question.
“Well, even if I don’t get an answer, I’m glad to know I was at
least right,” he said.
“Off the record, right?” Maggie asked.
“Absolutely,” Jonathan promised, taking his notebook and sliding
it into his pant’s pocket as to emphasize the point.
After taking a deep breath, Maggie told him the whole story of her
and Tommy Butler.
“Wow!” Jonathan said, the truth being nothing like what he had
imagined.
“You must be thinking I’m horrible.” Maggie said, interpreting the
expression on his face.
“Not at all,” he replied. “To be honest, I was just thinking how
lucky Butler was. I’m actually envious. My first time was hardly as
memorable, just two teenagers in the back seat trying to figure out what
went where.”
“I don’t even think I can really remember my first time,” Maggie
laughed. “It was back in the stone age.”
“You act as if you’re ancient,” Jonathan said.
“There are times I feel that way.”
“You shouldn’t,” he smiled broadly. “I think that if anything,
you’re more attractive now than when you were on the show.”
Maggie have him a look that said she wasn’t about to believe that.
“I’m serious,” Jonathan insisted.
She looked at him a long moment, then realized that he was.
“Is there anything else you need for the article?” Maggie asked.
“No, I guess we’re done,” Jonathan said, a touch of reluctance in
his admission.
“Well then, as I see it, we have two choices,” Maggie said as she
lifted her now empty glass. “We can spend the rest of the afternoon here
and you can watch an old lady get drunk…”
“Or?”
“Or, maybe we can go back across the street to my room and
maybe live out one of those Jim Cooper / June Kirkland fantasies from
the Internet.”
Once the words were actually out of her mouth, Maggie couldn’t
believe she’s actually said them. Then again, what was it that Roy had
said a few hours ago about not taking advantage of life’s opportunities?
“I’m afraid scenes like that aren’t my thing,” Jonathan said after a
long moment’s pause.
“Oh,” Maggie said in surprise, “I’m sorry if I offended you. I just
thought, oh never mind what I thought, just put it down to my having had
too much to drink.”
“I didn’t say I was offended,” Jonathan said with a broad smile, “I
just said that I wasn’t into those Internet fantasies. Now if you want to
talk about reality, about Maggie McAllister and Jonathan Hill, well I think
that could be a lot of fun.”
It took another long second for Maggie to realize that had been a
yes answer.
-=-=-=-
Leaving the change from the two twenties that Maggie had paid for
their drinks with on the table, they quickly exited the bar and made their
way back across the street as fast as they could. Slipping past the sliding
doors of the closest elevator, they were swallowed by a mass of people,
making it impossible for them to do anything but stare at each other.
Thankfully, none of the other conventioneers recognized Maggie for who
she was. More autographs were the last thing on her mind right now.
The room the organizers had given her on the third floor was
hardly the presidential suite, but it was clean and comfortable enough.
Watching the way Jonathan looked at her in the crowded elevator, Maggie
hardly cared it if was much more than a broom closet.
The door to her room had barely closed behind them when she
wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s neck and pulled him to her. Their
lips came together with explosive force, tongues greedily probing the
other’s mouths. His arms wrapped around her, pressing their bodies tight
enough for him to feel the warmth of her breasts and her the hardness of
his masculinity.
Working his belt buckle, Maggie quickly dropped his pants to the
floor. A moment later she followed them as, dropping to her knees, she
slipped his hardness into her mouth. Jonathan moaned softly as her
wetness wrapped around him. She wrapped her slender fingers around his
length, rapidly pumping it back and forth. At the rate she was going, it
would only take a minute or so to bring him to climax. Well aware of this,
she stopped well short of that goal.
Standing back on her feet, Maggie turned in his arms and invited
him to reach down and slip off her panties. Once they too were off, she
grabbed his cock and pressed it against her damp mound. Jonathan
needed no urging to press deep inside of her, holding her tight as he pulled
back and then forward again and again. In no time at all, a tidal wave
washed over both of them as they shared small, but enjoyable orgasms.
“That,” Jonathan said in a breathless voice as he still held her
against him, the palm of his hands cupped around her breasts, “was
great.”
“As quickies go,” Maggie agreed, “that wasn’t bad. But I was
really sort of hoping for something a little better than a quickie.”
“Oh,” Jonathan said as he released his hold on her, his feeling of
exhilaration replaced by one of having disappointed her.
“Don’t feel bad, baby,” the redhead said as she again turned in his
arms and gave him a little kiss. “Just think of that as the appetizer,
something to wet the appetite. We still have to get to the main entrée.”
A smile returned to his face as she brushed her hand along his
cheek. Her other hand slipped down and closed around his now softened
cock. It was far from dead, but would need at least a little recuperative
time before he was ready to go again. And something Jonathan had
mentioned back in the bar have her an idea on how to spend that time.
“You mentioned back at the bar that one of the ways you earned
money during college was giving massages,” Maggie said as she slipped
out of his embrace and took a few steps toward the bed.
“Among other things,” he replied, wondering why she suddenly
brought that back up.
“Well you any good at it?” she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Damn good,” Jonathan proudly beamed, now knowing exactly
what she wanted.
-=-=-=-
Less than fifteen minutes later, Jonathan was proving just how
good he actually was with his hands. At first, Maggie was a little hesitant
in actually disrobing on front of the twenty-one-year-old. Her body, while
in pretty good shape for her age, certainly wasn’t the one he had grown up
watching on the television screen. She needn’t have worried, she soon
learned, because the only things he had to say about her body were totally
complimentary.
It turned out that Jonathan actually had a lot of experience as far as
viewing the bodies of older women, at least partially clad ones. Working
at a local health spa, he’d quickly become a favorite of many of the steady
customers. Maggie didn’t find that hard to believe. If you were going to
have a man’s hands all over you, then why not have them belong to
someone young and cute. Especially if, and he was certainly proving it
true, he was quite skilled with those hands.
“So tell me, Jonathan,” Maggie said as she laid her head on the
pillow while her masseur worked on the small of her back, “is a good
massage all that you gave all those women who came to your table?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean?” he replied, trying to
sound innocent.
“Oh come on,” she laughed, “don’t tell me none of them were
ever in the market for a happy ending?”
Maggie paused to wait for an answer, then when none was
forthcoming she added, “And don’t tell me you don’t know what a happy
ending is.”
“I know what a happy ending is,” he said as he worked his way
down to the top of her cheeks.
“And…”
“Okay, it happened a few times,” he finally admitted.
“Really,” Maggie said, a touch of excitement in her voice, “how
did it happen?”
“The woman was a professor at the university, not in any of my
classes, but she knew I had been a student there,” he replied. “She kept
directing me to the area between her legs and how it needed special
attention. It finally got so much attention she had an orgasm.”
“Very nice,” Maggie noted as those same hands applied
themselves to a little special attention of her own. “Did you ever run into
her at school afterwards?”
“Yes, but she acted like we’d never met before,” he said. “I think
it was a sort of secret fantasy she had and after it was over, she wanted to
make believe it hadn’t really happened.”
“Any of the women ever do anything for you?” Maggie asked.
“One of them gave me a blow job,” he said, “but I didn’t know
her and she never came back a second time. I think she might’ve been
visiting someone in town.”
“Was she any good at it?”
“Is there such a thing as a bad blow job?”
“I guess not,” Maggie laughed, “at least not from what most men
tell me.”
“Could you turn over?” Jonathan asked.
As she did, she could feel his eyes locked on her breasts. It was a
reaction she got from male fans of all ages, and a few female ones too she
had to admit. Of course none of them got a view like Jonathan was getting
now.
To her surprise, he tried to keep a professional detached manner,
hard as that was when you just fucked the woman who is lying naked in
front of you. Spreading the baby oil Maggie had lent him from her toilet
all over her breasts, he tried very hard not to show a reaction on his face as
he slipped his hands under her large mounds. He only partially succeeded.
Tilting her head to the side and glancing between his legs, Maggie
smiled as she saw he failed miserably in preventing a reaction from that
area. His cock was once more hard, straining against the pants he had
pulled back up after their encounter. As eager as she was to take
advantage of that little, or not so little, fact, Maggie was enjoying the
massage too much to stop it right now. Ten minutes from now would be
soon enough.
“Besides,” she laughed silently to herself as Jonathan’s fingers
rubbed against her nipples, “don’t they say that anticipation makes the
cock grow harder, or something like that.”
But it turned out that as much as he was trying to be professional,
ten minutes was five minutes more than Jonathan could bring himself to
wait. To Maggie’s surprise, and delight, she felt his fingers brushing
against her lightly haired mound too often to be accidental and the matter
was settled once and for all as she felt two fingers working their way past
her fold to the sugar walls beyond.
“Oh yes,” she purred, her eyes still closed as she concentrated on
the sensation.
Pleased with her reaction, Jonathan began to move his fingers,
lubricated by the baby oil, deeper and faster in side of her. Maggie’s
reaction was immediate as she opened her eyes to find that he was no
standing right by her head. Never one to let opportunity slip by
unanswered, the actress reached out and pulled down the zipper of his
slacks. From there it only took a moment to reach in and pull out his very
erect cock. Not missing a beat, Jonathan picked up on what she was doing
and moved close enough for her to wrap her mouth once more around his
cock.
“Fuck!” Jonathan exclaimed as the wetness of her mouth felt even
better than it had before.
Maggie greedily took his entire length into her mouth, undaunted
by his size. If there was one talent that a good actress had to have, even if
it wasn’t on her resume, it was how to give a first class cocksucking.
She was also aware that it was too easy to bring a young man like
Jonathan to climax, their brief earlier tryst a case in point. This time she
resolved to go slower, to really make sure that both of them enjoyed every
minute of it. So, after bringing him as close to the edge as she dared, she
let his cock slip from her mouth and moved on down to his balls.
Now hanging her head off the bed, Maggie moved between his
legs and licked his balls from the underside, taking them one at a time into
her mouth in an act that was called curiously enough tea bagging. She
didn’t know if Jonathan had ever heard the term before, but she was pretty
certain that he was enjoying it.
“Maybe you should get out of those clothes,” Maggie suggested as
she pulled her head out from between his legs.
Jonathan was quick to reply, setting what had to be a personal best
for getting undressed. Sitting up on the side of the bed, Maggie took a
moment to give his naked body the once over. On a scale of one to ten,
she’d happily give him an eight at least. The few men that she gave a
higher score than that usually turned out to be incredibly narcissistic or
usually gay.
Taking him by the hands and pulling him close to her, Maggie
kissed him warmly on the mouth. By the second kiss he had his tongue in
her mouth, rubbing against hers and exploring the inner recesses. From
that point on it was all almost automatic.
His hands closed around her breasts, squeezing them softly and
playing with the wide nipples. Lowering his head to the boobs a million
teenage boys had jacked off to, Jonathan closed his mouth around the dark
circle capping the closest one, tickling it with his tongue and nibbling it
lightly with his teeth. A practice he repeated on its counterpart before
burying his face in the deep valley between them, lifting her heavy
mounds and pressing them against the sides of his face. Then it was back
to worshiping them again, one at a time and then both at once.
“You’re pretty good with that tongue of yours on my tits,” Maggie
said, a touch of appreciation in her tone, “is there anywhere else that
you’re good with it?”
Jonathan didn’t have to be a rocket scientist not to immediately
know where the ‘anywhere else’ that Maggie implied was. As if to erase
any possible doubt, Maggie was shifting her position on the bed, slipping a
pillow under her ass and spreading her legs as far apart as she could.
Jonathan didn’t have a great deal of experience going down on a
woman, in fact, aside from the three women on his massage table, his
entire sexual history had been limited to four girls, two of whom he had
performed this particular act on. In the case of the other two, their
encounters had taken place in the back seat of his car where limited space
had precluded any attempt to get comfortable enough to try.
Still, as his mother used to tell him, although he was sure she never
meant it to apply in this case; you can only fail if you don’t try. With that
in mind, he got down on his knees and buried his head between Maggie’s
legs.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” Maggie thought after a few minutes as
she enjoyed a warm blanket spreading out across her body. “Not great,
but nothing I’d kick a man out of bed for.”
The compliment she gave him on his ability was more nicely
worded of course, one that encouraged him to try even harder. By the
time he finished twenty minutes later, the fifty-two-year-old was actually
pleased.
As a reward she gave him the deepest kiss yet, savoring the taste of
her own arousal on his lips. It was hardly the first time she’d done so, or
for that matter compared it to other women. Not all the producers and
directors in Hollywood were men, or straight.
“Now’s the time for us to get down to some serious fucking,”
Maggie announced, a touch of the wicked in her voice.
Her hands resting on his chest, Maggie guided Jonathan back to the
bed and onto his back. Climbing over him and with her back to him so
that her legs now straddled his body, she began to lower herself until the
head of his cock rested against her pussy. She applied just enough
pressure against it to spread open her passage, easing him inside of her an
inch or two, wrapping the moist walls of her womanhood around his flesh.
“Ohhhhh,” Jonathan moaned as he felt her warmth engulf him.
A warmth that spread out across both of their bodies as Maggie
continued to lower herself until he was deep inside of her. She paused a
long moment, lingering to savoring the sensation. Then, slowly at first,
she lifted herself a bit, then dropped back down. She continued to do so,
each repetition longer in length and intensity. In no time at all she had
worked up a solid rhythm, sending euphoric ripples racing though the two
of them.
Jonathan, by this time, had a firm grim on her body, one hand on
her waist, holding her steady and the other massaging her breasts. His
fingers played with her nipples, unable to ignore the erect tips that had
captivated him for so many years. Maggie leaned back as far as she could,
continuing to glide up and down his cock, whole at the same time bringing
her head close enough to his to share once more a kiss.
She went on a while longer, feeling his body react to her actions,
his cock growing even harder inside of her. Sweat ran down the valley
between her breasts as well as the small of her back, a condition mirrored
quite similarly on Jonathan. Soft moans spilled from her lips, matching
those uttered by the younger man, mixing together to form a chorus of
pleasure.
Pausing on a downward stroke, Maggie braced herself and changed
position. Turning her body all the way around, she now faced him and
returned to her earlier motion. Her large mounds bounced freely as
Jonathan slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass, lifting her after
each downward thrust and adding his energy to her own.
Maggie draped her body over his, letting him pick up the majority
of the effort as she brought her mouth to his, her tongue pressing deep
inside. Her arms wrapped around his torso, shortening his strokes but
increasing their intensity. She could feel the fires burning within her, and
from the warmth of his skin against hers knew he felt them too.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she whispered into his ear, “fuck me, fuck me
harder. Remember all those times you watched me on TV, then went to
bed and jerked off imagining this.”
That sudden thought inspired Jonathan to even greater heights. He
slammed their bodies together, the force of his onslaught bringing them
even closer to the edge. No further words were needed, Maggie knew
they both were too far gone to stop now. Not that either of them could
ever imagining doing so.
She could feel his body tensing beneath her as he tried to hold back
just a while longer. It took all her strength to find her voice, managing to
beg him to just hold on a few moments longer, that she was almost there.
And then the moment was upon both of them as they exploded in
each other’s arms. Maggie could feel the warmth of his eruption inside of
her, its wetness acting like a match to a pool of gasoline as it splattered
against the walls of her sex.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cried, each repetition louder and more
urgent than the last. “Oh, My God!!!”
Her sense of bliss was overwhelming, every fiber of her body
ripping with orgasmic intensity. Again and again, even as he spent the last
of his fervor, Jonathan drove his cock as far inside of her as it would go,
holding her body tight against him, sharing their mutual climax.
-=-=-=-
“Oh baby, that was unbelievable, the best I can remember for a
long time,” Maggie said long minutes later as she rested her tired body
across his chest, “and I’m not just saying that.”
Jonathan wasn’t sure he really believed her, but the broad smile on
his face said he enjoyed hearing it nevertheless. Someone once said that
women were like fine wine, they just got better with age. He now heartily
believed that.
Maggie was about to say something else when a loud, urgent
knocking at the door cut her short. Annoyed at the interruption, her first
reaction was to ignore it. It was only when she heard Roy’s voice on the
other side of the door calling her name that she finally relented and rose to
answer the summons.
“The hotel had better be on fire,” Maggie said as she climbed off
the bed and look around for something to wrap around her naked form.
Deciding that a sheet would be too large and she wasn’t in the
mood to gather up her scattered clothing or go in search of a towel from
the bathroom, Maggie walked to the door still naked, opening it just
enough to stick her head out.
“Is there something wrong, Roy?” she asked, looking out into the
corridor to see if there was anyone with him.
“Wrong my darling?” he said. “No, nothing’s wrong. In fact, this
might be the most right day I’ve had in a very long time.”
Maggie wondered if her friend might be drunk. A glance into the
hallway told her that his latest boy-toy was nowhere to be seen.
“I don’t understand,” Maggie said, still keeping the door only
partly opened and between them. “Did something happen between you
and your friend?”
“Who? Oh Raymond, forget about him,” Roy said, dismissing
him with a wave of his hand. “I sent him on his way long ago.”
“You sent him on his way?” she asked, thinking that greatly out of
character for Roy.
“He didn’t seem that important after I got the call from Doug
Griffin.”
“Doug Griffin,” Maggie repeated, thinking she’d heard that name
somewhere before.
“Doug Griffin, from Pentagram Pictures,” he explained.
“That’s great,” Maggie said, humoring him and wondering why it
mattered so much to him. “You can tell me all about it when we go to the
Costume Competition.” she added as she tried to close the door.
“But I haven’t told you the best part,” Roy said urgently, stopping
the door with his hand. “They want us to play a part in the film. Doug
tried calling you too, but you told the switchboard to hold any calls.”
“A cameo?” Maggie asked, glancing back over her shoulder for a
second at Jonathan and remembering their conversation at the bar.
“No, not a cameo,” Roy went on, “we’re going to have actual
parts, playing the older versions of our characters. After all, the show was
about time travel, wasn’t it?”
“All of us,” Maggie asked, the surprise in her voice clear. “Steve
and Tommy Butler too?”
“Well they definitely want Steve, I talked to him on the phone a
half hour ago,” he answered. “Tommy they’re not so sure about. When
they contacted him, he immediately started making all kinds of conditions
and contract demands. I was told that they had a contingency plan, if they
couldn’t get one of us, to have one of the characters killed off in the years
since our last episode. It looks like our Mr. Butler might have just
volunteered himself for that role.”
“I don’t believe it,” Maggie exclaimed, sharing in his excitement
and letting the door open wider. By the time she remembered she wasn’t
alone, or even dressed, Roy had already taken that as an invitation and
stepped inside.
“Oh my,” Roy said in an amused tone when he saw that she was
standing there in the nude, “My oh my,” he repeated when he saw the
equally nude young man sitting up on the bed. “Mr. Hill, nice to see you
again,” he said, “very nice indeed.” he added as he got a good look at the
package between his legs.
“The movie, Roy,” Maggie said in a hard tone, drawing his
attention back to her “you said something about an announcement.”
“Oh yes,” he said, turning back to her. “They want us downstairs
at eight-thirty for the press conference.”
A glance at the clock told her she still had a few hours until then.
“Oh my God!” Maggie exclaimed, her mind trying to adjust to the
news by focusing on the mundane. What am I going to wear?”
“Hopefully something more than you’re wearing now,” Roy
chuckled. “But then again, you’d certainly give the fans a treat with what
you have on now.”
Maggie just gave him a familiar look of mock scorn and his smile
grew broader.
“Whatever you decide to wear I’m sure you’ll look lovely,” he
finally said, “but you have a few hours to decide. I’ve obviously
interrupted something here so now that I’ve done my duty and told you the
news, why don’t you go back and finish what you were doing.”
“Well actually, we were …”
“Finished?” Roy said with a smile, completing the sentence for
her. “Nonsense, the boy is still standing.”
Maggie glanced back at Jonathan, now beside the bed, and
wondered if Roy was referring to the state of his cock, which was indeed
standing or his general condition. Either way, the notion made her grin.
“Now, you listened to the Professor,” Roy said, sounding much
like the character he played on the series, “and go back to bed and take
care of things proper. I’ll see you at six for dinner, no make that seven, a
job worth doing is worth doing well.”
Maggie knew from long experience that when Roy got into his
“Professor” mode, there was no arguing with him. Luckily, she didn’t
want to.
“Oh, and Mr. Hill,” the older man said as he turned his attention to
the younger, who was now standing naked by the bed, “I have to say that
while I think that most people might find your interview style somewhat
unconventional to say the very least, I on the other hand heartily approve
of it.”
With that, he exited the room.
“That almost sounded like an order,” Jonathan said as he moved
closer to Maggie.
“I think it was,” Maggie replied as she also closed the distance.
“Well my mother always told me that you should always follow
the orders of your elders,” he added.
“Oh, and am I one of your elders?”
“A very beautiful one,” he answered as his arms closed around
her.
“And you have to do anything I say?” she asked, pulling her to
him.
“Anything you say,” he replied as they kissed, their naked bodies
pressing against each other.
“Even if I want…” she said into his ear, her voice dropping to
barely a whisper.
“Oh you’re wicked,” Jonathan grinned.
“No, just horny,” Maggie smiled back.
“Yes, even if you want that,” he answered as he kissed her again.
As they moved back onto the bed, Maggie considered that it all
likelihood; she was going to be very late for her dinner date with Roy,
even at seven. As she felt Jonathan’s mouth against her breasts once
more, she was sure that Roy would more than understand.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2008
Please take a few moments to send a note, anonymous if you
wish, and let me know what you thought of the story. B e sure
to let me know what story it was that you read. Just so I can
know who my audience is, a first name and age at the end
would be appreciated. If you’d like a reply or have a question,
then just also add an e-mail address. Thanks in advance.