Chapter 11

I went back upstairs to watch football -- but my mind was on other things. The girls wanted to hop and cheer and such, but I was distracted. After a while they gave up and settled down, and soon after, Carmen collected Faye off my lap and led Donna by the hand to their room for an afternoon nap. Then she came back -- and the fun began...

Carmen was wearing a short skirt that was pleated like an accordion and one of those tank tops with the big armholes that go halfway across the back to show whether a girl is wearing a bra or not, supposedly. Well, I was pretty sure she had been, but when Carmen returned from putting the girls down, she wasn't. I noticed; I'm male, and I'm nowhere near dead and Carmen has hooters like cantaloupes. I got my first look at a pair of nipples the size of mini marshmallows at that point, too. Add the low neckline providing a view of her breastbone between her jugs and I had to work to reel my eyeballs back in.

Have I mentioned the fact that she wasn't obviously hot for most guys? The hooters were a little TOO big and a little saggy, and she had a bit of a belly and was generally what I like to call 'plush' -- meaning that she was padded, if not showing rolls. She wasn't a size six -- more like twice that, and maybe more, since I'm no expert in such things. I really can't tell you what all the excitement was about -- but it was there...

So she flounced over and plopped on the couch -- and I had to almost physically reach up and turn my head back toward the TV, because my eyeballs didn't want to leave the neckline of that blouse. I scolded them and sent them back to football -- but they sulked and kept creeping back. I felt guilty as sin because every time they did, they met hers looking back.

A couple of commercial breaks into this and I'd forgotten all about Evelyn and Ted's little adventure. Now, I had no right to be looking at an eighteen year old -- I was damned near twice her age -- and I was doing my best to be good -- but Carmen wasn't helping a bit! She made a point of moving or stretching or some damned thing that set her boobs to swinging and I would pick it up and my eyeballs would stick to the image like a fly to flypaper. Football? Was that what I was watching? Uh uh. Jugs. I was watching jugs...

At least, that was what I was watching until she pulled her feet up onto the couch! Then she flopped one knee off to the side and leaned on the upright one, her arms crossed -- and I discovered that she had a robust patch of fur down there...

"Carmen," I managed to croak.

"Yes?"

"Why do you want to tease me like this?"

"Luz says..."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT--!!" I roared -- then I got a grip on myself. "What does Luz say?"

"Luz says you are a bull," Carmen said carefully. "Luz says if I show you I am in heat, you will forget about this 'old guy' foolishness and BE the bull..."

"Come over here, Honey..." She levitated up off the couch and swayed over to my chair, then settled onto her knees, leaning on the chair arm. Such grace... Such huge brown eyes... Such a cleavage... I shook myself -- calling her over hadn't been that good an idea... "I'm trying to do you a favor. You don't need me drooling on you -- there are plenty of young guys standing in line to do that. I mean, what's your grand plan? Having my kids? Come on..."

"Boys don't drool on me -- I'm fat and I'm ugly and I have a big ass... Sometimes, old guys drool on me -- but usually they are REAL old. You're not REAL old..." she said softly, her eyes luminescent.

"We have no future."

"We have the present. The future is... in the future."

"What do you know?"

I didn't explain myself, but she understood. "Nothing. Only that I want you to touch me. YOU know..."

"Sweetheart, in my mind I am taking something precious from you."

"In my mind you are giving me something precious," she replied softly.

I reached over and cradled her cheek -- big mistake. It was VERY soft, and she rubbed her face against my hand and purred like a kitten. I couldn't remove the hand -- it was magnetized. No problem, I would slide it... Yeah. Down her neck, out, over the point of her shoulder... no, that didn't work... down, over her collarbone and out under her arm along the outer curve of her... oops...

Carmen reached up with her other hand and totally defeated the neckline of her tank top, freeing both breasts, not just the one I had a handful of. "Yesss..." She arched her back, presenting them. My thumb made friends with her left nipple without me telling it to. So much for being noble and keeping my hands off the young stuff...

"Come here, then, if nothing I can say will stop you..." Then she was up in the chair, half beside me and half on top -- and I had a nipple in my mouth, chewing it...

And a feminine voice said, "Oops!" and then came the sound of a throat clearing. Sanity returned.

"Bad time?" Evelyn asked.

"Yes!" Carmen was vehement about it.

"I was... bowing to the inevitable..." I explained, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Honey -- but the good news is that you've won the war," Evelyn told Carmen. "He won't fight so hard next time." Carmen just clutched herself to me, sniffling.

I decided that I wasn't getting up just yet. Each of my women was beautiful in her way -- and they were ALL a little younger than me -- but there is something about an eighteen-year-old. Something fresh and bright and right off the showroom floor. Carmen had that new girl smell... "Drag up a chair," I directed Evelyn while I ran a hand under Carmen's skirt. Carmen obligingly spread her legs, putting her foot on the chair arm and challenging Evelyn with a glare. I started rubbing her fur patch -- and the thick lips and hooded clitoris beneath. "You're shameless," I whispered. Carmen merely moaned and stuck her face in my neck.

"You did it -- with Cheryl -- in this chair..." she gasped. She was wet under my rubbing fingers already. I knew she was pretending that Evelyn wasn't there.

"Beds are better..." I rolled a nipple between my fingers. She tensed and began to jerk involuntarily in reaction to my fingers abusing her clitoris. There is a power trip to getting a woman off; I really hadn't indulged it much in my life. I picked up on which movements were most effective and concentrated on them and she whined into my neck and surged and arched herself and her pussy chased my fingers. Suddenly, she started humping herself against me rhythmically, whining, and bit my neck -- and I knew she was in transport... She collapsed and pressed herself against me, allowing her thick thighs to close, trapping my hand. I let go of her breast and rubbed her back and shoulder. I wanted pussy -- bad -- but this would do.

"You do that well," Evelyn ventured. Carmen jerked but burrowed tighter against me.

"She isn't exactly frigid," I replied.

"I'm really sorry, Carmen," Evelyn said softly. "We had an appointment..." Carmen nodded into my neck.

I changed up -- which wasn't easy. "Where is Ted?"

"Downstairs," Evelyn replied. "I figured he should have a specific invitation, not expectations." She paused a moment, then added, "Of course, seeing this might have been instructive..."

"Maybe." What did I know about what went on in poor Ted's head? "What have you been doing?"

"Taking charge," Evelyn replied. "It's TOO easy. I sent him to the bank for a money order, counting the cash out, then made him sit there and watch while I paid off a charge card. He got the point."

"Can you do this?" I asked.

"In some ways, it's like back when we were dating," she said. "I decided everything. The excuse then was making me happy..."

"It still is," I pointed out. "He's damaged himself -- and it's gone a lot farther than he expected. I think the worse it gets the harder he'll scramble."

"Me, too," Evelyn agreed. "These guys..."

"It's tempting, but you -- and especially Ted -- will be exploited. And a lot of porn videos have, 'I didn't sign up for that' as an underlying plot. We need to know we're not being played with."

"Who would know that?" Evelyn asked. "Milo?"

"Milo is a realtor -- but he knows people who know people. Hand me the phone." Carmen wasn't going anywhere...

Milo was surprised. "They want to do a porn flick?"

"Yeah," I replied on speaker. "They realize that it is genuine and would probably be riveting. Problem is, we could get seriously ripped off. One of these guys is supposedly a pro -- but the industry isn't exactly known for its honesty in dealing with actors and actresses. We need to know what is usual and customary."

"I know a guy who knows a lawyer who..." Milo mused.

"It's Sunday," I pointed out.

"It's the afternoon," Milo shot back. "Shysters who swim in that sewer probably don't do eight to five by five days a week."

"Maybe you can get an example contract or something?"

"Maybe. I'll call you back."

Evelyn and I called the prospective client. I reluctantly banished Carmen from my lap and we went downstairs and I opened the office and let Ted in -- but made him wait in the front of the store, where there wasn't much but a counter and some advertizing for cleaning materials and a couple of chairs. "Hello?" a voice came cautiously over the phone.

"It's us," I responded.

"I talked to my buddy and he's hot to do this," the guy said eagerly. "We're thinking that distribution rights are worthless to you because you'd have to feel your way and probably get ripped off."

"That runs similar to our assumptions," I agreed. "We're working some contacts and hope to have a basis for deal structuring, but..." I paused. "Maybe we should wait a couple of days."

"If he's in the process, it only lasts so long, you know?" a second voice replied. "Soon, he'll get comfortable and we won't get the reactions that will make this hot."

"Yeah, we get that. You understand, though, that trust comes hard, here," I pointed out.

"We have... standard contracts," the second voice took over. "We're prepared to go with a premium rate. We're thinking five thousand for something that hits the minimums, and fifteen for something that really captures the moment -- plus royalties. We'll distribute."

"We'll need standards for comparison," I retorted.

"Of course. You'll find this is generous. We don't budget 'Indiana Jones.' But if it takes off, royalties would be considerable -- maybe fifteen, twenty thousand. A hit in this genre could do more than that."

I flicked a glance at Evelyn. "Sounds nice, but like I said, trust comes hard -- especially on short notice. I'm sure you would like to do this in a studio..."

"Yeah, I get it. Neutral ground. Actually, a studio isn't great. A hotel room isn't much better. Maybe you have a place?"

That rocked me. "We'll get back to you on that."

"How soon can we plan on moving forward?" the guy asked. "We have to put some things together..."

"We hope to have some answers within an hour or so," I responded.

"Uh, I don't know how um, delicate this situation is," the second guy interjected, "but these things usually do better with a black guy involved. It's a major hot button. We can pass on it, but it would probably improve marketability." There was a pause, and he added quietly, "Besides, I'm black..."

I eyed Evelyn and she shrugged. "Are you hung?" she asked.

"I'm not a horse, but I'm good. Eight inches or so. Kinda thick."

"I'm in agreement -- it would make a better video," Evelyn declared.

"Way cool."

Darla wandered in from her football gig at about that time. "Ted is out... Oh, sorry."

"Give us a sec." I muted the phone.

"What's going on?" Darla asked.

"The guy asking for Evelyn and Ted? It's grown legs. They want to do a video of them turning Ted's head around backwards," I explained.

"Yeah?" Darla looked interested. She shifted her gaze to Evelyn.

"It's gonna happen, anyway, and they're offering a LOT of money..." Evelyn rationalized.

"Hey, whatever..."

I poked the phone. "We're back. Sorry. How many guys are we talking about?"

"Well, me and my friend... We were thinking about the scenario -- we might like to have you, too -- you're her pimp, right?"

"I like to think of myself as her business partner," I replied, unruffled, "but I don't think I want to be on-screen -- at least, not recognizably."

"Right. Ever handle a camera? A good one? My buddy wants to be in on things..."

Darla threw a throat-cutting gesture and I said, "Hang on a sec," and poked mute again.

"The Armenian had us video, well, promotions, I guess you'd call them. I got to be pretty good at it. Besides, they need two cameras," Darla declared.

"I'm going to put you on." I poked the button. "I have someone. She says we need two cameras."

"Yeah?" the first guy sounded interested.

"You need the action -- and simultaneously, you need Ted's RE-action, you know?" Darla pointed out.

"Good point!" the second guy said. "That's important. We may need to split-screen it in editing, or intersperse them, but we need to get it all at once."

"You've got pro gear?" Darla asked. "Good lights? Tripods? Image stabilization?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I can probably help. With any luck, I can concentrate on Ted," Darla declared.

"Yeah, that might be the way to go," the second guy agreed.

Milo walked in at that point, carrying a briefcase. "Okay, so, the two of you and the equipment, contracts, and money. We need to duck out for a bit and see if we can find a place. We, uh, don't anticipate taking a check, guys."

"Cash is king," the first guy agreed. "Look, the initial five is going to be okay -- but it IS Sunday..."

Milo stepped in. "We hold the video until you can pay any additional charges that you run up. If this thing doesn't fly, we take the video footage with us and give you a refund or whatever. But we keep the media until we have a contract and money has changed hands."

"Who's that?"

"My business agent," I replied.

"Okay, makes sense," the second guy agreed. "If this turns out, it will be well worth it."

"Agreed," I said. "We'll get back to you in thirty minutes." I hung up and turned to Milo. "What have you got?"

"More or less standard porn contracts," he replied, popping open the case. "The lawyer charged me two-fifty for a consultation and he wants a name, but he faxed me a whole stack. He said other studios might look a little different, but the gist would be the same." We started poring over documents. Pretty quickly it became evident what was important and what was just legalese -- and what might be a good offer and what would be a rip-off.

Cheryl and Luz came in. "What's up?" Cheryl asked. "Ted's about to wear a hole in the floor out there."

"The guys who wanted to take on Evelyn and Ted have upped the ante considerably." I waved at Evelyn and let her explain.

"So, tonight?" Cheryl asked. "Why the rush?"

"The thing with Don yesterday has him going," Evelyn explained. "I did some things today, too. He's had the rug pulled out from under him -- and he's going to change up on his own if we give him a little time. They want to see... conflict..."

"Oh, okay. What do you need?" Cheryl asked.

"A place," Evelyn replied. "Not our place and not this place. We don't want to get ambushed at some studio, and hotels are not right, either..."

"What kind of place?" Cheryl asked.

"An apartment, maybe. Someplace we can get a couple of quick outside shots, I would think," Darla mused.

"I haven't given back the key to my place yet," Cheryl mused. "We would have to bring curtains and bedclothes and stuff back in, but it's furnished. And that kind of thing wouldn't be a surprise in my old neighborhood."

"Yeah? How long to set up?" I asked.

"A bedroom? Ten, fifteen minutes," Cheryl guessed. "Less for three or four of us. I'll contribute my old stuff to the cause."

I shrugged. "Well?"

"Don, you have to help me pitch this," Evelyn insisted. "And you have to be there."

"Yeah, okay. I said I would. Darla, Cheryl, give us the address and go set up. Luz, you hold the fort -- I'm gonna get even with you later for putting poor Carmen on me. Milo..."

"I'm going."

"Yeah, fine." There was one final item. "All of you clear out -- we have to get Ted to go for this." They headed out; I gestured to Luz to send Ted in. Ted came in. looking tentative. "Have a seat," I directed, waving. Evelyn got up from the chair and came over to sit on the desk. "Things are a little wild this week, huh?"

"Yes." Ted nodded.

"I know that things have probably changed quite a bit more than you expected. How are you holding up? Evelyn's new profession and everything must be a shock -- especially how it pays the bills. That kind of boosts her importance around the house, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Okay..." I sat back. "How would you like to help?"

"Excuse me?" Ted looked surprised.

"I'm sure the other night was an eye-opener," I noted. "But you contributed to the success of that outing, whether you know it or not. We've had another... opportunity... fall into our lap, and Evelyn and I would like to have your help in making it a success. It could be extremely profitable."

Ted licked his lips. "What do you need?"

"Remember the other night?" I began. "Remember how things seemed to slowly escalate?"

Ted nodded. "Yeah."

"Remember how as things escalated, so did the payments?"

"Yeah."

"We've been asked to take things to a new level. Your input would be pivotal. The money could turn out to be two or three times what Evelyn made that night."

"Really? That much?"

"Yes."

"What do I have to do?"

"These guys want to make a video," I explained.

"Of what?"

"Them fucking Evelyn -- and your reactions."

"I can't act."

"We don't want you to act, Ted," I explained. "We want you to be yourself. We want you to RE-act."

"I... don't understand."

"Look, these guys will have sex with Evelyn. In the process, they're going to say things, to you and about you. They generally won't be nice -- I think you can probably imagine some of it."

"Oh." Ted looked at the floor.

"We don't expect you to be happy about it. You can argue with them or complain about it -- take issue with them. If they hurt you, you can express it. The only thing you CAN'T do is interfere with the sex. If they ask you over to look at it close up or something, that's okay -- but you can't go prying one of them off Evelyn."

"Are they gonna hurt her?"

"Uh uh. Not a bit. That's not what it's about." I took a breath. "I said they were going to be uncomplimentary. Well, Evelyn is going to agree with them. Since they're the customers and the customer is always right, that shouldn't be a surprise. I'm telling you in advance so you expect it." I eyed him. "Do you see where this is going?"

"Yeah. I think so." Ted nodded.

"Now, it isn't fair for Evelyn to be the only one to profit from this. She's a partner in the business already, anyway. There will be others there to help, obviously. But I'm going to offer you a position as an employee if you think you can carry this off. That way, you get to make a monetary contribution."

Ted looked shaky. "How far...?"

"The farther they can take it without things falling apart, the more money there is in it. Remember, you don't have to like it and you don't have to pretend you like it or be all stoic. You can be wildly unhappy about the whole thing -- we want you to be genuine in your reactions. You just can't stop it," I explained. "And, like I said, the farther you go, the more money is in it for you and Evelyn."

Ted turned pleading eyes on his wife, "Evvie?"

"Baby, this could get us into the black in one shot!" Evelyn insisted. "Can you help me? Remember when I sent you out to get the money order so I could pay off that credit card bill? Remember how good it felt to be out from under that debt that we were never going to shake on your salary? We can do a whole lot more than that..." She beckoned him to her and caressed his cheek. "You can do this -- you LIKE to watch. You know a lot of people think that is weird -- they'll just be harassing you some over it. All you have to do is... take it."

"You'll be saying things, too, right?"

"You know what's true and what isn't, right?"

"Yeah..." The look on Ted's face said he knew the problem with THAT as well as we did -- but he squared his shoulders. Okay."