Authors: Christie Butler
“That gives me over nine months.” Chelsea smiled. “I think I
should be able to get it done by then.”
“Fantastic,” David said. “Of course, we can give you an
“Oh no. That’s not necessary,” Chelsea said.
“Are you sure? Mara said you work for the ski company. You
can’t make much money doing that.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” Chelsea said with a smile. “But
don’t worry about it, I’ll be okay. I’d like to finish the painting before we
talk money, anyway.”
David laughed. “I like you, Chelsea Ryan. Money discussions
are so distasteful for artists, right?”
After spending the next twenty minutes with them, Chelsea
decided that she liked the Morrows as well. She told them stories about her
family and growing up in Colorado, and they shared tales of Hollywood
craziness. David Morrow assured her that her painting would be on prominent
display in their home, and that they had frequent large parties with guests who
were always looking for the next greatest thing.
They exchanged contact information and, with promises to
stay in touch, said their goodbyes. By the time Chelsea stepped out of the
hotel, she was floating on air.
* * * * *
It was nearly eleven when Chelsea fell into bed. The reading
at Megan’s store had turned out to be more fun than she’d thought it would be.
She’d stayed to catch up with some friends, and the evening just flew by. It
had been a good day. Unfortunately, morning and a full day’s work were just
Before shutting off the light, she grabbed her phone and
called Jud. It rang twice before he picked up. She’d half expected to hear the
raucous hoopla of a bar in the background but it was quiet when he answered.
“I thought you’d forgotten about me.” His voice was low and
“No, I just got home.”
“Did the author read her whole book?”
She laughed. “No, it just seemed like it. There was food and
wine and everyone was apparently in a very social mood. I stayed to help Megan
It was a moment before he said anything.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Chels. Tell me about the
meeting with David Morrow.”
She filled him in, relating the whole exchange nearly word
for word, getting worked up all over again. “I’m sorry I’m running on about
this, but I’m so excited.”
“I can tell.” His laughter rumbled in her ear. “That’s so
great, Chels. Pretty soon you’re gonna be the toast of LaLa Land.”
“Doubtful. I’d be happy just to sell one or two pieces.”
Despite everything, she didn’t want to let her hopes get too high.
“Uh-huh. Even so, I’d like to invite the talented artist
over for dinner tomorrow night.”
She took two seconds to think about it. “Okay, I accept.”
“And, Chelsea? Plan on spending the night.”
She shivered at his tone. “Yes sir. You’re off tomorrow,
“Mm-hm. Just come right from work—I’ll shower with you.”
“Will we ever get to dinner then?”
“All right. I’ll see you then.”
“Chelsea? Are you in bed?”
“What are you wearing?”
“For the main course, we have chicken piccata and penne
pasta with arugula.” Jud set a beautiful plate in front of her, then sat to
Chelsea inhaled deeply. “It smells so good.”
Jud topped off their wine and lifted his glass. “Here’s to
the Picasso of our generation.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Chelsea touched her glass to his. “But
I prefer to think of myself as the next Wyeth.”
“Cheers.” Jud smiled and took a sip of wine.
The chicken was tender and moist when Chelsea cut into it.
It tasted even better than it looked. “Mmmm. Yummy.” She raised her hands and
made a small bow. “I’m not worthy.”
Jud laughed out loud.
Chelsea ate heartily, relishing the delicious flavor.
Between bites, she noticed Jud watching her. After a few moments, her curiosity
got the best of her. “What?”
“Hmm?” Jud raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because I feel like it?”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “No, really.”
“We-ell, I have some news of my own to share.”
Not sure why she was suddenly anxious, Chelsea waited for
him to go on.
“I was on the phone most of the day today. I have interviews
set up at a couple of publishing houses.”
“Wow, that’s great.” She smiled, truly happy for him but
feeling the clock ticking away. They wouldn’t have much time left together. She
was pretty sure of the answer, but she asked anyway. “New York?”
He nodded. “I go in two weeks.”
Chelsea took a bite of chicken and, though it was still
delicious, she found it harder to swallow. “That’s so great. You’ll knock ’em
dead,” she said, repeating his words back to him.
“What would you think about coming along? I’d love for you
to go with me—have some great food, see a show.”
“Damn, I don’t see how I can get away. My work schedule is
made out for the month.”
“I figured. Too bad—a starving artist like you could have a
field day in New York City.”
Whining, she gave him a look. “Maybe someday.”
The conversation turned to lighter topics as they finished
their meal. Jud was excited about his interviews and Chelsea was excited about
her new L.A. connection. Even though these good things seemed to be pulling
them apart, Chelsea refused to be depressed. Right now, she and Jud were
together and she was going to make the most of that time, even if it killed
After dinner, she helped him clean up. They stood side by
side—Jud washing and Chelsea drying. It was easy and comfortable, as if they’d
been doing it all their lives. When all the dishes were clean, Jud drained the
sink and Chelsea hung up her towel.
Jud turned and wrapped her up in his arms, smoothing her
hair, rubbing her back. “I missed you last night. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Mmm. Me too.” She started to melt under the heat of his
stroking hands. Strong fingers threaded through her hair, grasped some wavy
strands and gently tugged, forcing her to look up at him. She gasped as he
covered her mouth with his, his lips burning her, his tongue exploring.
She clutched the back of his neck, hanging on for dear life
as she felt her knees weaken. Jud cupped her ass, lifting her against his
already impressive erection. One more time, she was stunned by how quickly she
lost herself with him. Then, just as she was ready for him to lift her up on
the counter and fuck her senseless, he released her.
“Yeah, I’m really happy you’re here, Chels.” His eyes blazed
into hers. He took her hand and led her into the living room, pulling her down
to the couch with him. Tucking her into the crook of his shoulder, he grasped
her hand, stroking her palm with his thumb.
Why is he slowing things down? Because, idiot, he’s not
as turned-on as you are.
“You want to watch a movie?” he asked.
Yep, not as turned-on.
“What are you in the mood for? Action? Thriller? Mystery?”
“Makes no difference to me. Whatever you want.”
Jud stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Oh, hey. Remember what
we were talking about the other day? Ya know, watching a dirty movie together?”
Realizing she’d been played, Chelsea said, “I seem to
wanted to do that.”
“Well, if you don’t want to…” Jud held up his hands in
Chelsea laughed out loud. Sensing an opportunity, she said,
“No, let’s do it. It could be fun. Do you have any porn?”
“I’m a guy, Chels. Of course I have porn.”
“Well, pick out your favorite, the one that turns you on the
most, and we’ll watch it together.” Maybe she could get some clues to his inner
“You’re incredible, Chels. I love that you’re up for this.”
He cupped her cheeks, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip before pressing a
brief kiss there. “It’s a total turn-on.”
She pressed her forehead against his. “So go get the movie
and let’s start watching.”
His eyes flashed before he jumped up and went to search his
collection. It didn’t take him long to find one and insert it in the player. Clearly
he had one in mind.
Joining her on the couch, he grabbed up the remote and
fast-forwarded through the opening credits. Chelsea hadn’t even seen the name
of the movie, but it was just as well. It was probably something disgusting.
She snuggled up against him and waited.
The first scene was a man and woman returning home to find
that their sexy maid/au pair/whatever had decided to take a stroll through
their mansion wearing only a white lacy bra and thong. Chelsea made a conscious
decision to stifle her ridicule about the outrageous situation and just take it
in, try to appreciate what Jud was seeing in it.
Initially, neither of them said a word as the scene
unfolded, starting with the maid dropping to her knees to give hubby a blowjob.
The wife didn’t seem to mind, and was actually watching intently. The man
removed his shirt and dropped his pants, allowing for a good camera shot.
Next, wifey removed her dress, turning out to be naked
underneath. She sat in an armchair and the maid moved to kneel before her,
spreading her thighs and licking her pussy. Jud shifted next to her.
“You like that?” Chelsea asked, her voice low and raspy.
“Girl on girl? Sure, it’s fun to watch.”
Now hubby was joining in, popping the maid’s breasts out of
her bra before tweaking her nipples. He moved behind her and tore her thong
off, rewarded by her gasp of pleasure. He finger-fucked her for a while before
kneeling behind her and burying his cock in her. Hubby and wife exchanged looks
over their working girl while they both took pleasure from her. Wifey had an
“orgasm” and then hubby really went to town on the maid, pummeling into her
hard and fast.
“Wow.” Chelsea took a moment to wonder what that would feel
like, and then hubby was pulling out and shooting his cum onto her back. “None
of them have any hair down there. Would you like that?” she asked Jud.
“Nobody’s getting near my boys with a razor,” he growled.
She laughed. “What about women? Do you like that look on
“I like any look on women.”
“Uh-huh.” They both watched the television screen as scene
two started. A poor woman with car trouble and apparently no money was
negotiating a deal with two hunky mechanics. “But would you rather have a woman
with no hair down there?”
“Huh? No, I really don’t care. Some women say it makes them
more sensitive, but it makes no difference to me. Why?”
She shrugged, leaning against him, silently wondering if she
should try a wax.
The second scene started in much the same way as the first,
and soon the woman was naked and on her knees, taking turns sucking the cocks
of the two mechanics. Eager to learn, Chelsea studied her technique. Jud’s hand
drifted down from her shoulder to casually cup her breast, distractedly
thumbing her nipple. Her pussy tingled and twitched, and she knew it had to be
On the screen, one of the guys was lying down on his rolling
board, locking the wheels. Their busty customer moved over him and sat down,
impaling herself on his cock.
“They used condoms in the stuff I’ve watched,” Chelsea said.
“I guess that’s not always the case, huh?”
“This is probably a lot nastier than the stuff you saw.” Jud
cleared his throat. “But look at that, her pussy juice making his dick all
The shot was super close up. She gulped. “Yeah, I can see
“Damn, I can’t wait to sink my bare cock into that tight,
slick pussy of yours.”
Chelsea’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head, his words
driving her crazy. “Did you get your results?”
“Yep. It’s a negative. I have the paperwork.” His voice was
very clear and firm in his declaration.
The second guy had now pulled the woman off his partner’s
cock. He had her bend over the man still lying on his board and she started
sucking the cock that had just been buried in her pussy. They both seemed to
like that, and the second guy plowed into her from behind. This went on for a
couple of minutes and then the second guy pulled out of her, spreading her ass
cheeks wide. He rubbed his cock against her rear hole and then slowly forged
ahead, inching in until he was buried deep.
“Oh dear.” Chelsea sighed, knowing it was coming and
thinking she should be more appalled by the sight of a man doing a woman in the
The first guy jumped up off the board and took his turn in
her ass. The woman seemed to be enjoying it, but of course she was an
Now the second guy was laid out on the board, pulling the
woman down to take his cock in her pussy. When they’d worked up a good rhythm,
the first guy crouched over them and started to work his cock into her ass.
Another twitchy shift from Jud.
“Dear God,” Chelsea said. “I didn’t even know that was
“Oh, it’s possible.”
Chelsea gave him a sideways glance. “You know that from
Jud shrugged, not meeting her gaze.
He sighed, his gaze fixed on the television. “That time I
told you about—when I did my buddy’s wife while he watched?”
“Yeah, I seem to remember you saying something about that.”
He huffed out a quick laugh. “Well, he might have joined in
for part of it.”
She turned her entire body to look him in the eye. “Really?
And did she enjoy it as much as garage girl here?”
He had the grace to look a little sheepish. “Well, yeah. I
think she loved it.”
“Huh. And what about you?”
“C’mon, tell me.” She wanted to know everything there was to
know about him, bad or good.
Jud wiped his hand over his face. “At the time, it was
fucking hot. Looking back on it now, I could have done without the other naked
Chelsea exploded with laughter and settled back in against
him, while on the screen both men were now coming on their customer’s face.
“So, is it over yet?” She was ready to get naked with Jud.
He squeezed her thigh. “No, there’s one more scene.”
One more scene that he seemed very eager to
watch. Chelsea was intrigued.
The scene started with another busty young woman, seated at
a desk. She was being called into her boss’s office. The woman wore a white
blouse that was open to reveal major cleavage, a tiny tight black skirt and
five-inch heels—standard secretary outfit.
Her boss admonished her for some error she’d made and she
was told to assume the position. She bent over his desk and he yanked her skirt
up to display her bare butt. He palmed a cheek, rubbing and squeezing. Without
warning, he spanked her hard. The woman groaned.
Beside her, Jud squirmed.
The poor secretary was taking her punishment, the multiple
aggressive spankings causing her ass to turn bright red. He forced her to her
knees and stuck his cock in her mouth, fucking it with abandon. Apparently she
wasn’t supposed to use her teeth, because he once again pushed her over his
desk and resumed the spanking. Finally he stopped the blows and then rubbed her
ass, deciding he’d like to fuck it. He pushed his cock into her ass and pumped
fast and hard. Ready to come, he pulled out of her and squirted his semen onto
“Wow, that was crazy,” Chelsea said, a little breathless. A
Jud flicked off the TV. “Yeah.” He stood up and his cock was
bursting against the fly of his jeans. “Let’s go.”
Calm down, Jud.
Watching porn with Chelsea sitting
right next to him, ripe for the picking… Well, his head was about to explode.
They groped each other all the way to his bedroom, peeling off clothes,
stroking bare flesh.
When they were both naked, Jud yanked the covers back and
pushed Chelsea down on the bed. On the edge, he said, “No time for foreplay.
I’ve gotta have you right now.”
Chelsea held him off with a straight arm. “Maybe I need some
Jud frowned, pushing her thighs apart and plunging a couple
of fingers inside her. His frown turned to a smile. “Liar. Your pussy’s sopping
wet.” He moved between her thighs but she scrambled away from him. “God, Chels.
You’re killing me. What is it?”
She looked at him, lips forming a pouty smile. She leaned
against the headboard and started to play with her nipples, rolling them with
the tips of her fingers.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his cock standing nearly upright.
The picture of innocence, she let her fingers drift down her
belly. With one hand, she spread her pussy lips wide and with the other, she
slowly rubbed her clit.
“You’re a very bad girl, Chelsea Ryan.” He reached for her
but she brushed him off. “What the fuck, Chels?”
She raised an eyebrow as she picked up where she’d left off,
masturbating for him.