Finding Acceptance in His Arms (10 page)

“He
didn’t ever say, only told me he didn’t care for it.
Him
not liking it never bothered me, but then, I don’t have an
anal
fetish like you do. I just thought you might
want to file the information away for future reference.”

“Thanks.
It’s good to know. Now what do you think about his private performances? Does
he write them also?”

Jennifer
shrugged again. “Why wouldn’t he scri
pt his
performances? It would allow him to play on his strengths and ignore his
weaknesses.”

“What
are his weaknesses?” Kara’s curiosity roused.

“I
really don’t know that he has any. I’ve never seen him exhibit any or heard
anyone mention anything. And
it’s rumored that he’s
performed over three hundred times in the last four years.”

“At
ten thousand dollars a performance!”
Kara still found it hard to believe
that any person would pay such an exorbitant amount of money to see any two
people have sex. No
matter
who
the people were.

“In
the beginning he only received five thousand a performance and he had to split
it with the girl. So I think he’s probably only
rich
instead of
wealthy
.”

“He
doesn’t act rich.” Kara said this because it was the truth. “To loo
k at him you’d think he was doing well in life, some sort
of business professional most certainly, but you wouldn’t think he’s rich.”

Jennifer
closed her eyes again. “I believe it’s because he simply doesn’t feel the need
to put on airs to qualify himself
to his peers, if he
has any peers in the business? I don’t think he really has any. And now that
we’ve learned he writes scripts, he’s got to be getting a nice sum for each of
those also.”

“I
think he owns a nightclub as well,” Kara said. “Remember me
telling you how the manager of that club wilted down under
his wrath. The only logical explanation is that he owns the club.”

“So,
on second thought, he’s probably wealthy if the real truth were to be known.
Not counting the club, just think of the percent
age
of the take coming back to him for writing the movies. Most people don’t know
it but feature pornography releases generate more money than Hollywood box
office releases. Always have. There’s no telling how much he’s worth,
especially if he’s a cunning
investor. And we both
know he isn’t stupid because he connected himself to all the right people in
the best possible ways to profit from his talents.”

This
last comment made Kara curious about something else. “Tell me more about them.
The people Evan and I
will be performing for. You
said once before that they would only quietly watch.”

“What
do you want to know?” Jennifer opened glazed eyes.

“Who
are they? What ages are they? Tell me everything you know about them.”

“That
might take a while.” Jennifer mumb
led, her eyelids
falling shut again.

“Well,
I’m not getting out of this bath anytime soon,” Kara said. “It’s too wonderful
feeling.”

“I
know what you mean. Those margaritas combined with this soothing warm water
have kicked my ass. I’m so sleepy I can hard
ly keep
my eyes open,” Jennifer mumbled back, then began speaking in a low, robotic
monotone. “The patrons you will be performing for are very wealthy and they
like to slum in their voyeuristic delights…”

Kara
goaded her on a little more, and after a few
seconds
Jennifer carried on, “The first time I performed with Evan and that Tiffany
girl I remember being very conscious of how rundown the hotel lobby appeared
where we had sex. It was awful, and definitely not in a safe part of the city.
In all truthfuln
ess, it wouldn’t have surprised me if
a gang of thugs had walked in on us brandishing weapons and demanding money.

 
“But I got past my initial nervousness
and performed exemplary.

“Afterward,
they asked Evan to invite me back. Only this time our performanc
e took place in a railroad boxcar. We both wore clothes
that made us look like we were homeless. Evan even added smudges of grease to
our faces and bodies to make us look like authentic hobos. And the clothes
appeared to be from the 1930s depression era an
d
really ratty-looking. If Evan hadn’t promised me that he’d washed them in
bleach the night before I would’ve balked. Anyway, they smelled of bleach so I
put them on and then we fucked in the boxcar under the glow of lantern light
with the voyeurs sitting
along the walls watching.”

Kara
smiled, liking the way Jennifer meandered along in the answering of her
question like a drunk stumbling down the street. She really liked drunken
Jennifer. Alcohol always made her friend tell the truth, no matter how embarr
assing the topic of conversation or offensive her personal
opinions might be. And best of all, she could talk articulately for hours
within her alcoholic haze on any given subject with a minimum of prodding.

“All
the men bring their wives along with them t
o watch,
or perhaps the women are only their mistresses, but both times they all brought
women with them nonetheless. They were dressed kind of like we were and they
played their roles to the hilt, never directing a word toward us. It was as if
they’d neve
r approved the script or knew who we
really were.

“The
way it goes down reminds me of an elaborately orchestrated costume party. I
knew they were pleased with our performances when the very air became
electrified and I could feel the sexual tension oozing
out of them. Of course, it never turned into an orgy during either of the
performances. I can only imagine what happens after we conclude the scene and
are dismissed. Evan says he doesn’t care what they do after we leave so as long
as we get paid for our s
ervices beforehand.”

Kara
tilted her head sideways. “So even he doesn’t know what takes place afterward
among the couples?”

“He
never said he didn’t know—only admitted that he didn’t care. Anyway, they are a
very diverse age group of men and women of diffe
rent
races. Some are young, some middle-aged, some really old.”

Jennifer
paused a moment, then added, “You know how I sometimes sense things about
people? Well, whenever I’m around this group of voyeurs I get the distinct
feeling that the common thread hol
ding them all
together is their love of sex combined with their similar backgrounds. I just
can’t shake the feeling that they’ve all known abject poverty at some point in
their lives before becoming wealthy. That’s the impression I get from them
anyway. I
suppose this is because no matter how
squalid their surroundings or dangerous the environment, they always seem quite
at ease, like it’s nothing new to them.”

Kara
pondered this over. “So what you’re saying is they’re seeking something from
their past in t
heir slumming voyeurism.”

Jennifer
pursed her lips, her facial expression exhibiting thoughtful reflection despite
her closed eyes. “Never really gave it much thought. But yes. Human biology
declares that whatever first turns a person on will always turn t
hem on. These people have witnessed similar kinds of acts
at some point in their poverty-stricken days and just want to relive them.
That’s what I think anyway.”

“Hmmm,”
Kara mused. “How many are usually in attendance?”

“Their
numbers vary. The first time
we performed there were
only ten spectators, the second time twenty. Evan said they must have bragged
on us to their friends because that’s probably why their numbers doubled. I’m
hoping in my upcoming third performance next month that their numbers will b
e tripled because of the amount of tips we’ll then receive.
I’m only in this for the money. The orgasm Evan gives me is just a perk of the
job.”

“Does
Evan ever perform with other men?”

“You
mean like being gay?”

“No.
I’m meaning in a threesome where two m
en concentrate
only on fucking the woman. You know, double penetrating her and all that jazz.”

“I’ve
never heard a whisper of him doing that. By all accounts he works only with
women. Maybe he just doesn’t want to share the spotlight with another man. Who
knows? Why are you asking? You want to fuck two men at the
same time now?” Jennifer cracked her eyelids open to stare at Kara though an
obvious daze.

“No.
I’m just wondering if he’s done it before or would ever need to do it in the
future,” Kara admitted w
ithout revealing the real
reason behind her asking. She was glad Jennifer had become drunk and probably
wouldn’t ever remember them having had this conversation.

“To
my knowledge he hasn’t at this point so I don’t think it’s something he would
ever need to
do,” Jennifer mumbled, her eyelids
falling shut again. Then she said absently, maybe as an unconscious
afterthought, “He’s into some crazy shit though. He presented you with the
vanilla version of himself tonight. He’s got another side, but I’m going to l
et you find out about it on your own. I’ve discovered that
learning about the other person’s sexual proclivities is half the fun of any
sexual encounter. And it’s especially true when dealing with men.”

“Why
don’t you just go ahead and tell me,” Kara gentl
y
prodded. Jennifer hinting at an unknown element of Evan’s personality caused
her curiosity to reach fever pitch.

Jennifer
giggled low. “Let me just say that he understands the full measure of what the
acronym BDSM stands for. But don’t
worry,
you’re goin
g
to really enjoy it. Especially the part when you find out who’s really in
charge of your orgasm.”

“But
we’re not doing BDSM,” Kara whispered so as to not alarm her friend out of her
sleepy talkativeness. “It’s a regular script.”

“It
sure seems to be.”
Jennifer whispered back. “But you
haven’t considered how much the script is designed to make you play a very
submissive role. He wrote it like that for a reason.”

“He
won’t physically hurt me, will he?” Kara unconsciously negated her earlier
statement of k
nowing that Evan would never harm her.
She needed to know the truth of this most of all since the real interpretation
of BDSM meant Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Degradation, Submission, Sadism,
and Masochism. As an afterthought, she added, “I’m not int
o pain.”

Concern
flicked across Jennifer’s face. “I know you’re not into pain. I would’ve never
let you go out with him if I thought he would physically hurt you. You’re my
best friend in the world. I love you.”

“And
I love you back just as much.”

“I
know
you do. That’s what makes us best friends.”

Kara
smiled and shook her head at truthful, sentimental, drunken Jennifer. The girl
was really something special to her, and as bad as Kara wanted to let her
friend indulge in her sleepiness to her heart’s conten
t,
it was now time to ask something that had been puzzling her all evening. “How
do you think he does it, Jennifer? I’m talking about the three times in row
without a break. Is he taking something or is it just another of his natural
abilities?”

“By
all ac
counts he’s not taking anything. Not anything
at all. He just can.”

“But
that’s supposed to be impossible, isn’t it?” Kara had never heard of a man
capable of such a feat.

“Yes,
it’s my understanding that it is supposed to be impossible. But the man’s a ma
rvel, even I can’t deny that.”

“Yeah,
Evan’s really special,” Kara admitted.
“A real anomaly among men.”

“And
you’re falling in love with him, Kara.” Jennifer opened her eyes. Sadness
marred her pretty face. “You do know that, don’t you?”

Kara
averted her
eyes toward the ceiling again, unable to
utter one single word of objection.