by Vivien Vale
Kayla
I pick up my coffee cup and take a large sip of the hot black liquid. After I swallow, I smack my lips together. Boy, this feels good.
Angela, sitting across from me, is sipping on a large iced chocolate. The drink is overflowing with whipped cream.
“Mm, whipped cream. Imagine all the things you can do with whipped cream,” Angela says and grins at me.
“Stop it.” I try to sound serious. “Focus. I need you to listen. I can’t understand how my life suddenly has become so complicated,” I complain and drink more of my coffee.
Laughter peels from Angela’s lips. She puts her tall glass down and leans back in her chair.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I pretend to scowl at her.
“I mean it, Ange. All I wanted to do was to come to LA and write. Head down, bum up.”
“You’ve sure put your bum up,” teases Angela, and I regret my choice of words.
“Stop it. You know what I mean.” I roll my eyes.
There’s more laughter from my best friend.
“Lighten up, sweetheart,” she chides and leans forward to sip her iced chocolate.
I run both hands through my hair.
“The whole thing’s just crazy. My life’s crazy. Maybe I’m crazy.”
“Everyone in LA is crazy, Kayla. You should know that by now. That’s the attraction of the place. I mean, all this craziness zooming around this place and colliding with each other makes LA what it is. That’s why people come to live here, that’s why we live here.”
I groan. I’m not sure she’s right.
“What about all this stuff that’s been going on?” I persist. My bones have been rattled to the core.
“What stuff?”
I fold my arms in front of my chest. “The stuff with Ian and Scott and Brad.”
“Be more specific for me, babe, would you?”
Only my best friend is allowed to call me babe. If a man had just called me that, I would have kicked him between the legs.
I’m not sure if she’s trying to be helpful by asking questions or if she really doesn’t understand my problem.
“You know,” I try again. “Ian’s going to run to Ed and complain, and now Ed will come to me and let his anger out on me.”
Angela shrugs.
“Has anyone else complained about you?”
I think about her question for a minute. At the same time, I watch the movement and color of LA. We are seated in the outside area of the Rest A While café.
From where we are seated, we can see people pass by—they’re on their way home, to a hot date, or some other engagement. Some people are laughing, others have their heads down, and others again look straight ahead, earphones in their ears and their expressions vacant.
I imagine most of them lead fairly uncomplicated lives.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be one of these passers-by who do not seem to have a care in the world?
“Earth to Kayla.” I hear Angela’s voice. Startled, I look at her.
“Has anyone else complained about you?” she repeats her question. She’s speaking slowly, enunciating each word.
“Sorry.” I smile. “I drifted off.”
“Drifted, alright.”
“I haven’t heard about any other complaints.” I don’t tell her about Brad complaining that we need to repeat our antics of the other day. I doubt Angela would class it as the sort of complaint she was asking about.
“So what are you worried about exactly?” She signals the waiter. “I feel like something fatty and sweet.”
I laugh.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” Angela asks with total innocence.
“Eat all that fat and sugar and stay super slim.”
Her right hand waves in a dismissive fashion. “It’s easy. Plenty of sex.”
We both burst out laughing.
“And then there’s the gossip piece,” I continue and watch Angela take a forkful of chocolate cake. “It could really hurt my career.”
I’ve been worried about the effect of the piece in the gossip column since I’ve read it.
“You worry too much.”
“I worry just the right amount,” I counter.
“What’s wrong with a bit of gossip? Haven’t you heard the saying ‘Any publicity is good publicity’?”
I shake my head. “I doubt that applies to the type along the lines of head writer engages in threesome with two of her stars.”
“Why not?”
Angela is really unbelievable. I wish I had some of her attitude when it comes to what people think about me.
“It’s that bad girl stuff. Only bad girls have threesomes. I think it might affect my reputation.”
“It’s about spin. If you put a positive spin on it, it won’t give you a bad reputation. And you’re totally wrong—good girls have threesomes as well. Threesomes are all inclusive.”
Lost for a reply, I pinch some of her cake.
“It’s about time you stand up for yourself and what you believe in. You can’t just let people trample all over you. You need to stand up to Ed, and you need to work out if you want to continue to bang your two leads. And if you do, stand up for your personal choice too.”
She continues, “Just because you choose something different, doesn’t make it wrong. If you want to fuck two guys at the same time, that’s your choice. But don’t be ashamed about it.”
“Shush, not so loud. I don’t need another blind piece written about it.” I’m sure I’ve gone bright red.
Angela swallows before she replies. “If I was in your shoes, I’d be shouting it from the top of the Hollywood sign in the hills.”
She takes another bite of cake. “I’d probably write my own gossip column about it to make sure the facts are right.”
The image of Angela doing this makes me laugh. Bad girl Angela, afraid of nothing.
I know she’s right.
Of course, I know she’s right. I do need to stand up for what I want and for what I believe in. Deep down, I agree with my best friend.
Unfortunately, it sounds easier in theory than it is to do in practice.
Scott
I jog up the driveway and bang on Kayla’s door. I run my hand through my hair and hope she’s home.
I need to see her and make sure she’s okay. I still can’t believe the way Ian fucking speaks to her. She’s such a great chick, smart, with an ass to die for, and all-around gorgeous.
Just thinking about her makes me horny.
“Hi.”
I didn’t notice her open the door. Now that she’ standing in front of me in that skimpy dress, the hemline just covering her ass, I’m lost for words…briefly.
“Hey.” I smile my most charming smile.
“Want to come in?”
Do I ever?
“If it’s okay?” I play it cool. I don’t want to frighten her. She looks so vulnerable.
I just want to wrap my arms around her and protect her. Well, there are other things I want to do to her as well, but they might happen later.
“Of course it’s okay.” Kayla takes a step back and invites me in. “It’s more than okay,” she adds as I walk past her.
“Coffee? Water? Beer? Wine?”
My insides melt as I watch her make her way into the kitchen. Her butt wiggles from side to side, and I can’t get enough of looking at those gorgeous legs of hers.
“What are you having?”
Kayla gets on her tiptoes and reaches for a glass in her top shelve. As she does so, I watch her dress ride up a little, and I feel a stirring between my legs.
“Easy, boy,” I say and keep feasting my eyes on her ass. I have to restrain myself from grabbing her and pushing my dick into her pussy, right here, right now. “Everything in good time” I tell myself.
“Bubbles,” she replies and turns back to face me with two tall glasses in her hand.
“Me too.”
After I get t
o watch her bend over to retrieve a bottle out of the fridge and catch a glimpse of her G-string, my cock is ready for action. Fuck, this chick is hot and knows how to push my buttons.
I follow Kayla into the living room where she drapes her curvy body over the lounge. She pats the spot next to me, and I sit down.
“You okay after the shoot the other day?” I ask and watch her. I love the little dimples in her cheek when she smiles.
She shrugs.
“Ed’s not going to take it well.” It’s more of an observation than a question. “And Ian will probably become even harder to work with.”
“I can handle Ed.” I sound more confident than I feel. The punch might have just handed someone the perfect reason for me being the one killed off.
I don’t want to be the one who gets the chop. I want to keep working with Kayla. I hadn’t realized before how bad I want to stay on the show for this woman’s sake.
Ces’t la vie, I think, as long as they don’t punish my Kayla for it. Her career shouldn’t suffer at the hands of fuckwits like Ed and Ian.
“What’s so funny?”
Kayla’s question leaves me a little embarrassed. I can’t tell her I just thought of her in terms of mine.
“The look on Ian’s face when my fist collided with his.” It’s true—that was funny and very satisfying.
“I have to say,” Kayla tells me, taking a sip of her drink. “It was good to see. He is such a…” she pauses, obviously looking for the right word.
“Dick,” I provide for her.
She laughs.
I love the way she laughs. She throws her head back just a little, exposing her sensuous neck—a neck I just want to smother in kisses.
“I didn’t want to upset you,” I say.
Kayla laughs.
“You didn’t. I mean, it felt good to see him get what he deserves.”
My left hand moves from the couch onto her outstretched leg. I love the feel of her soft skin.
“At least tomorrow there won’t be gossip about you or Brad.” I keep stroking her leg. “The focus will be on the punch I threw.”
To underline my point, I throw the punch into the air with my right hand.
“It’s not the press, Scott. It’s Ed. Ed’s going to be furious.” Kayla leans back against the seat of the couch. “Ed will make us pay.”
“Ed...Ed can get fucked.”
Kayla laughs again.
“How’s your hand?”
I love how she sounds so sincere, like she really cares. And I think she does care.
I hold out my right hand and pretend to examine it.
“It’s fine. I’ve done worse during workouts. Ian’s soft all over, even in the head.”
Kayla lifts her head and shifts position. She moves closer to me. Slowly, deliberately, she takes my hand.
Little butterfly kisses cover my hand. If this is how she thanks me, I must punch Ian more often.
She stops, and I want to push her head back down, maybe even farther down than my hand.
“I just want to thank you for,” she pauses, “standing up for me like that. You were awesome.”
Her eyes practically melt my insides. Gosh, she’s hot.
“It’s okay,” I mutter and notice how dry my mouth suddenly feels.
Kayla gets off the couch and repositions herself on top of me, her legs on either side of me.
Involuntary, my hands rest on her hips.
Kayla smiles and wiggles on me from side to side. My insides start to burn with desire.
Before I know it, her lips are on mine. They are soft, sensual, and needy. I open my mouth and invite her tongue to find mine.
As we kiss, I hear her little groans. My left hand leaves her hips and pushes under her short skirt to find her wet pussy.
Her lips are pushing down on mine, and her kiss becomes even more intense, if that’s even possible.
My other hand finds its way to her breasts and starts playing with her nipples.
Thank god I’ve come to check on how she is.
Kayla
We lock lips.
Surrendering to his embrace, I start kissing him eagerly. I don’t want to waste one single second. No, I want to seize the moment and squeeze it for all it’s worth, not giving a moment’s thought to everything that’s been going on.
I want him. Now.
“Fuck, why do I want you so bad?” He whispers, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. Getting up from the couch, he carries me in his arms and starts walking across the living room. Without taking my eyes off his, I point him toward the bedroom and he makes his way there.
The moment he puts me down, my lips found their way to his once more.
“Take it off…take it off,” I tell him, breathing harder and harder as I grab the fabric of his shirt.
He smiles. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving fast as the desire takes over me. Pulling the shirt out from his pants, I then press the palm of my hands against his walls of abs, feeling their contour under my fingers as my pussy starts growing wet.
“Kayla…” Scott whispers as his shirt slides down his arms to the floor. With one hand on the nape of my neck, he tangles his fingers on my hair and holds me still. Leaning into me once, he brushes his lips against mine. We kiss heartily, our tongues slow dancing around one another as I press my body against his.
“I want you…” he continues.
I feel his cock hardening inside his pants, its bulging shape brushing against my inner thigh, helping me become even wetter. Ah, if we were already naked, I’d just grab his cock and guide it towards my pussy…
I move my fingers down to his belt, unbuckling it in a frenzied hurry. Pulling it from its loops, I then open the top button on his pants and push the zipper down. His cock strains against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as my knuckles brush against that throbbing thickness of his.
Hooking my fingers on the fabric of his boxer briefs, I send them down his legs with his pants. Falling to my knees on the floor at the same time, I look up at Scott, the shadow of his cock falling over my face.
My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock his throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. And I do want it. I want it so bad it hurts.
Instead of attacking his cock straight away, first I deal with his shoes: untying them, I take them off his feet one at a time, and then I take off his pants and boxer briefs.
I take a moment to gaze at his naked body, and then my fingers curl around his hard cock and my hand goes up and down, deliciously savoring each inch of his member.
He grabs my head with both hands, guiding my mouth to his cock. I part my lips and, in an instant, the salty flavor of his shaft fills my mouth. My tongue traces a long and gentle circle around its tip before I allow myself to go deeper.
I open my mouth and let him slide in. His girth forces me to open wide, his length making the descent down his cock an almost never ending voyage. I go as far as I can and look up, imagining what’s going through his head.
The moment I feel my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock, I close my eyes and start bobbing my head up and down my length, doing it so fast that I almost can feel my brain moving inside my head. He lets out a groan. I go fast, and I go hard – I fucking know what I’m doing.
“Oh, that feels really good,” I hear him say, but I’m so lost in what I’m doing that his voice feels it’s coming at me from the other side of the room. I keep on sucking on him for a long time, and then I wrap my fingers around his cock and start sucking and stroking at the same time, my mouth and hands working as a unit.
A long and deep sigh escapes his mouth and I lower the pace, only to speed up once more. He grabs a handful of my hair, pressing my head down, his shaft almost against the back of my throat, and he holds it there for a second.
I press my tongue against his cock and pull my head bac
k, allowing his cock to slide out gently. I still want to feel his taste on my mouth, so I lick his shaft and the pre-cum on his tip, while my hand keeps working his cock with the same rhythm I had used with my mouth.
Then I approach his tip again and fill my mouth with his pulsing length. Right now, I’m stroking him fast and sucking him hard.
It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my mouth and, knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.
I just want him to come inside my mouth.
His fingers curl against my scalp and, with one deep thrust, he comes into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent inside my mouth, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain there, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed until my mouth is completely filled – both with his cock and his cum.
When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. He’s breathing hard and there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Still looking him in the eyes, I swallow all his seed. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up to my feet.
“You’re fucking amazing, Kayla,” he whispers, leaning toward me. He grabs me, holding both hands around my waist, and lays me down on the bed.
His hands slide around my waist and under my dress, climbing up my inner thigh and making my skin prickle again. His fingers brush over my groin and, if I was wet before, I become completely drenched now.
I close my eyes, moving my hips harder and grinding against him almost desperately. A moan leaves my lips as he brushes his fingers over my thong, applying a gentle and barely noticeable pressure over my wet pussy.
One of his hands climbs up my side and crawls towards my chest, finding its way under my dress and cupping my right breast over the bra. He pulls at the cup, baring my nipple, and he presses it then between two fingers, pinching it. I rest my forehead against the mattress, biting down on my lower lip as a storm of lust rages inside of me.
Still pinching my nipple, he flicks my thong to the side and brushes the tip of his finger against my wet pussy. My whole body shudders in anticipation.
