Leading Lady (4 page)

“Ohhhhh.” She was everything he had hoped and
dreamed -- hot, tight, wet. This moment, this gentle rhythm and
soft moaning accompaniment as he slid in and out of her, well made
up for time lost. Kray was going to enjoy catching up with her.

He watched her suck Lane’s cock, her
movements jerky as he pushed into her. Her breasts shook with each
thrust, and Kray longed to reach over and pluck the softened
nipples back to attention. “Beautiful,” he murmured, then to Lane,
“Sixty-nine her.”

With a smile, Lane released his hold and
dived underneath her. Lying on his back, Lane presented his cock
again, and Dina wasted no time reclaiming it. She moaned her
approval as he paced his thrusts to Lane’s assaults on her clit.
Kray smiled too, with the occasional, literal, slip of the tongue
as Lane lapped at the base of his cock. His pleasure heightened, so
much that he almost didn’t want to relinquish his position.

But this night was about making Dina happy,
and she wanted to see some hot bi action. Definitely, it was a good
trade-off.

“Now,” he commanded and freed himself from
Dina. Lane scrambled from underneath her and sheathed himself with
a condom quickly before taking Kray’s place. As Kray applied some
lubricant to his cock, he noticed Dina appeared to be too deep in
an orgasm-induced haze to register what was happening before Lane
eased her on her back and drove his cock home. She then gasped at
the contact. This sound, though, was nothing like the deep-throated
groan Lane set free when Kray pried apart the other man’s buttocks
and, after teasing the eye first by inserting a finger, slowly
eased his cock into the growing hole.

“Can you see?” he asked Dina, his voice
huffing as he moved with Lane, like pistons in a machine, working
at pleasure.

Her head lolled to one side, her face a mask
of pure rapture. “No,” she cried softly. “I wish I could.”

“Next time.” For her benefit, and Lane’s,
Kray bent forward and rained kissed across the other man’s
shoulders and back. He was rewarded by Lane clinching the proper
muscles, tightening the hold.

“I’m gonna come,” Kray breathed into his ear.
“How do you want me to come? Do you want it in your ass? Or should
I pull out and spray all over your back? He likes that,” he told
Dina.

“Come in my ass.” Lane grunted. “Don’t stop
fucking me.” To Dina, he said, “Let me come in your pussy. Please.”
He sucked in a quick breath, and Dina flicked his nipples.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Fuck me hard like he’s
fucking you.” Her voice was choppy with each hard thrust.

“Yes,” Kray seethed. They reached a speed
that caused skin to slap against skin and sweat to shine on Lane’s
back. Arms tangled and hands scratched; Kray no longer knew where
Dina ended and Lane began. Their voices were a sensual chorus that
rose in pitch with the simultaneous climax, Kray’s being the
loudest as his cock spasmed in Lane’s ass. He collapsed on top of
the other man, whose braced support gave away, causing them roll to
one side as Dina gasped for breath.

Kray took the moment of disorientation to
roll over Lane to lie near Dina’s other side. Together, the men
sandwiched her and caressed her to calming. Kray watched the jagged
rise and fall of her breasts with deep satisfaction.

“Oh, Jesus.” Dina drew the two simple words
into several syllables, laughing all the while. “That…was fucking
incredible.”

“That,” Kray rejoined, “was only the
beginning.”

“Oh, really?” She arched a brow at him. Lane
rested his cheek against one breast, and she idly stroked the other
man’s rumpled mane. “Honey, I don’t think I could go another round
tonight. I need to have
something
left for tomorrow’s
Q&A appearance at the con.” She chuckled. “Have to stay on my
game.”

“I don’t mean right now, although I wouldn’t
mind another round,” Kray said. “I meant this is the only
beginning” -- he winked at Lane -- “of the rest of our lives
together.”

Chapter Five

Do what?

Dina sat up abruptly, trying to ignore the
looks of alarm on her new lovers’ faces. Loud, ringing, cuckoo
noises suddenly pierced her consciousness. Certifiably insane,
these two were. She should have suspected that when they wouldn’t
remove the pointed ears, but then she’d picked up a many a fan
dressed more outrageously who didn’t try to “claim her.” She should
have been more adamant about the ears. A more forceful refusal
would have cued her to leave.

Then again, she’d have missed out on the best
orgasm of her life. No-win situation. Ugh.

“Excuse me,” she murmured and slid off the
bed. Where were her clothes? She searched the floor around the bed
and found nothing.

“Dina, have we done something to upset you?”
Kray asked, concern coloring his voice. “Did you not enjoy
yourself?”

She
had
enjoyed herself, immensely,
but talk of forever spooked her. She’d been lucky in her life never
to meet up with a truly obsessed fan of the Mark David Chapman
variety, but that one word sparked an alarm within her.
Forever
. Dina shivered.

These two were cool, she had to admit. They
knew the audition process, knew her favorite scents and
fetishes…she should have picked up on the signals instead of
listening to her aching pussy. She should have realized she might
be falling into a trap.

“I’m fine,” she finally managed. Where
were
her clothes? What had they done with them? She looked
around the room once more, then at the two puzzled faces before her
and sighed. “I-I have to go now,” she said. “I’m on a panel early
in the morning…”

“You don’t have to go so soon,” Kray
said.

“We were hoping you’d stay here tonight,”
Lane added.

“That’s sweet of you to offer, but no thanks.
I don’t do sleepovers.” Fine. She’d march out of the room wrapped
in a bed sheet if she had to. It wouldn’t be the first time, and
who knows? Maybe a tabloid reporter would be lurking in the hallway
to snap a photo and offer her some much-needed publicity. Dina
Joseph still has it.
Take that, Halle Berry. Ha!

Right.

“Really, I should go,” she repeated. Her head
swam, dizzy from the lavender and vanilla. A swatch of color caught
her eye.
Aha!
She dove for her clothes and scrambled to get
them, at the same time wary of Kray and Lane’s approach. They
remained naked, their cocks still impressive in their limp states,
though Dina noticed one straining toward another erection.

She turned away and quickly dressed.
No,
don’t get horny. These guys are loons.
Great sex or no, it
wasn’t worth the risk.

“Dina, I don’t understand,” Kray was saying,
“everything was going so well…”

“I knew it,” Lane broke in, sounding
mournful. “I knew it wouldn’t work.”

She felt the flush of shock at that remark.
Knew
what
wouldn’t work? Their plan of seduction, then
abduction? Hold her for ransom, even? They’d be lucky to get half
the till she made today in payment, as little as Hollywood valued
her. And her fans? They’d mourn, then turn their attention to the
next phaser-wielding bimbo in go-go boots.

The warning glance Kray shot Lane told her
plenty. She had to get out of there before the pain supplanted the
lingering pleasure. “Gentlemen,” she said, her back straight,
“thank you for the lovely evening.” Willing her wobbly legs to
stiffen, she started for the door.

Kray, however, was too quick, and blocked her
exit. Dina’s heart pounded, this time out of fear.

“Dina, you have to understand we’re not here
to hurt you,” he pleaded. “If anything, we want to help by giving
you the life you deserve.”

“I have a wonderful life, and I’d like to
continue living it.”

Hands cupped her shoulders, and she jumped
slightly at the touch. Lane was behind her, trying to soothe her
nerves. He was failing.

“Is it…wonderful?” Kray challenged. “You’ve
been stereotyped and reviled by an industry you once worshipped,
and you’re reduced to these embarrassing appearances at
dog-and-pony shows when you could be perfecting your craft --”

“Hey!” Dina snapped. “I’m a damn good actor,
thank you very much.”

“I never said you weren’t. You’re a fine
actor, and an excellent lover…”

She felt flush at those words, surprised with
her reaction to the flattery. Normally she took compliments like
these in stride. Other fans fawned, no doubt attracted by her
celebrity, whereas Kray seemed to hold more sincerity.

“I knew your potential for both when I saw
The Regal Plot
,” Kray continued.

“You saw my film?”

“We both have, many times,” Lane said, and
she jumped again at his voice. “It’s our favorite movie, because
you’re in it.”

No
. These men were but children when
that film was released, and
The Regal Plot
wasn’t suitable
for children. It wasn’t available on video or DVD, and had never
been on television. Dina was amazed enough that Kray knew the
title, as she had never bothered mentioning it in her official
biography for these conventions.

“H-how?” she asked.

“Dina.” Kray came forward and covered Lane’s
hands with his own. “I have the original film reels, willed to me
by the director.”

“What? You knew Alan?”

Kray looked at her, the sincerity glowing
evident in his eyes. “He was my grandfather, and he loved you very
much, as I love you now.”

* * * * *

She wasn’t buying it. Kray could tell
immediately from her reaction. Lane’s soft sigh of defeat, wafting
in the background, offered little encouragement.

Dina’s guarded expression cut deep into
Kray’s heart. He could almost feel the blood flooding his body,
heating his skin at the thought of what was to come. He turned
quickly to see Lane appeared equally unnerved, knowing their
secrets were to be revealed. For Dina’s sake, and for their future,
however, Kray knew it was an eventuality they had to face.
Premature though it seemed, it had to be done quickly and
convincingly.

As many times as he had practiced his words,
Kray expected the tremor in his voice. He wanted to cringe. He
sounded like a fraud.

“Dina,” he said, taking her by the elbow.
“Sit.” His relief came as small comfort when she did not resist.
She perched on the edge of the bed between the two men.

“This is impossible,” she was saying. “I knew
Alan for years, and he never married or had kids. You can’t
possibly be his grandchild.”

“I’m telling the truth, Dina. Alan Widmark
was
married, for a time, although…” He sighed and pinched
his eyes shut for two seconds. How to say this without looking the
fool? He would have to be as good an actor as Dina.

“Although,” he repeated, “he was not married
here
.”

“Here?” Dina frowned. “Here as in
this
hotel
? That makes no sense. You mean, here as in
Toronto
?” She huffed. “You know, if you’re married in one
place, it sticks wherever you go.”

“Dina.” Kray shook his head. Her acerbic
nature wasn’t making this any easier. Best to go for the jugular,
he decided. “Dina, pull on my ears. Take them off.”

Dina complied, and Kray relaxed and let
himself be tugged to and fro in the futile effort. Her cry of
fearful surprise hurt nearly as much as her fingers did pinching
the pointed outer shell of his right ear.

“We are elves, Dina,” he said, “Lane and I.
Real, live elves. We are not playing dress up like the others at
this convention. This is who we are.”

“No,” she whispered. “Y-you just used a
stronger stage glue for those ears.” Her eyes widened, and with
trembling fingers, she snatched at one of Lane’s ears as if to
prove Kray wrong. Lane let out a soft gasp when Dina proved herself
incorrect.

“No.”
No
. The word sliced Kray’s soul
in two. How could he convince her?

* * * * *

Okay, now this was
really
getting
weird.

Whatever makeup artist they used did quality
work. Dina hadn’t bothered to notice the ears in detail, but as she
tugged stubbornly at them, she noted how seamlessly the outer
shells came to a point. The physical anomaly
looked
real,
but it couldn’t possibly be…

She glanced from Lane to Kray. Their
expressions were so sincere, and they wanted her to believe them.
Nuts, the both of them. Elves didn’t exist. Elves were cartoons
that lived in large, hollow trees and baked crackers.

“Why is it so difficult to believe?” Kray
asked her. “Your television show dealt many times with issues that
seemed impossible for the time. Alien encounters, for one.”

“Actors in rubber face,” Dina shot back.
“That show wasn’t filmed on location, you know.”

“True, but many theories presented on that
show have since come to pass, on the scientific end, anyway,” Lane
said. His boldness surprised her, as this was truly the first time
he asserted himself. “Don’t you think it’s credible that encounters
with nonhuman, sentient beings might come to pass as well?”

“Not in some Toronto hotel!” Dina leaped from
the bed and paced its width. “You can’t be elves.” She pointed at
Kray. “And you can’t be Alan’s grandson. He wasn’t an elf! I knew
every inch of that man’s body. There was nothing pointed on him
that wasn’t supposed to be pointed.”

“Yes, my grandfather was human, and I am
half-elven by my mother,” Kray supplied. “Alan’s son was part of an
elven triad.”

“So, what, you’re saying you’re elves from
outer space?”

“Not outer space. We were born on Earth,”
Kray said.

“Really? I’ll assume there are more of you on
the planet, so how come you don’t see more pointed ears these
days?”

“You do in our reality,” Lane said.