Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

“I’m Dean.” They laughed together, a warm sound that made Carla imagine how nice it would feel to be so close. “Timmy wasn’t kidding when he told me you were a knockout,” Dean said. “Until you got here, Nicky and I had been wondering whether this was a dumb idea. Now I think we’ve done real good.”

  “Tim told me that you two had some recent good luck,” Carla said. Tim Sorenson had called Carla and told her that Dean Gerard and his friend Nicky Romano wanted to employ her for an evening. Except for vouching for Dean’s character and setting up the meeting, Tim would tell her nothing else.

  “We won fifteen thousand dollars in the lottery. Seventy-five hundred each.”

  “I’ve never met a lottery winner before,” Carla said. “Congratulations.”

  “Thanks,” Nicky said. The waiter arrived and Dean suggested a German beer that Carla had never heard of. When Carla nodded, Dean held up three fingers and the waiter disappeared.

  “Tell me a little about yourselves,” Carla said, aware that she was treating them like a pair rather than two individuals.

  Dean did the talking. “We both work for the city department of sanitation. Sometimes we toss garbage cans and sometimes one of us drives a truck. In the winter we shovel and plow.” No wonder they have such great arms, Carla thought. “We’ve been doing this for almost fifteen years and we met our first day on the job. Nicky and me are a team.”

  “Married?”

  “Dean is, I’m not,” Nicky said. “Not anymore.”

  “And how do you know Tim?” Carla asked. “He told me almost nothing when he called.”

  Dean took a breath and pushed his glasses toward the bridge of his nose. “I’ve known Timmy for many years. We met in a beginner’s photography class and we’ve kept in touch ever since.” Dean looked at Carla. “I know, I don’t look like a photographer but I’ve been into picture taking since I was a kid.”

  The waiter put their beers on the wooden trestle table in front of them and listed the specials of the day.

  “I’ll have the double lamb chops, medium rare, french fries, and a salad with Roquefort dressing,” Carla said. In for a penny….

  “A woman after my own heart,” Nicky said. “Make that two.”

  “Three,” Dean said and the waiter disappeared. “You know, this is all a bit strange,” he continued, “so let me get to the point and explain what I have in mind. Timmy told me that you’re a call girl.”

  “Dean, that’s not a nice thing to say,” Nicky said. He turned to Carla. “Sorry, Carla. This is kind of awkward.”

  “It’s okay,” Carla said. “I enjoy having sex and fulfilling men’s fantasies and I do it for money. I guess that makes me a call girl.”

  “Fantasies,” Dean said. “That’s what Timmy said. And I’ve had a fantasy for as long as I can remember. I want to direct a movie.”

  “A movie?” Carla said.

  “A movie. Just a short thing. Nicky’s going to be the male star and we want you to be the girl star.”

  Carla had a moment to consider the proposal as the waiter arrived with the most enormous chops she had ever seen. When he was gone, Carla took a bite. “Fabulous,” she said. “Tell me more about this movie.”

  “I love to watch X-rated movies and I’ve always wanted to direct my own,” Dean said. “I want to do one that’s better than the crap that’s out there.”

  “Don’t get us wrong, Carla,” Nicky said. “We don’t want to sell it or anything. We just want to make it and then watch it ourselves.”

  “I’ve never been in a movie,” Carla said. “It might be fun. But I don’t want to go to my local theater and see my name in lights or my naked body on the screen.”

  “Of course not. That’s not at all what we have in mind,” Dean said. “Hey, Nicky, can you picture the guys we know watching you naked?”

  Nicky got a strange look on his face but Carla decided to go along with the idea. “If Tim says that you guys can be trusted, it’s fine with me.”

  “That’s terrific.” They spent the rest of the meal discussing the film’s almost meaningless plot.

  As the three finished gigantic pieces of apple pie with homemade vanilla ice cream, Dean reached into his pocket and withdrew an envelope. “For your time,” he said. “I hope it’s right. Timmy told us about your usual fee, but there are two of us and…well….”

  Carla put the envelope into her purse without looking inside. “I’m sure it’s fine,” she said. “Now, where to?”

  “I’ve taken a suite in a hotel,” Dean said. “Nicky knows where. I’ve set up lights and some fancy video stuff I rented but let me have one final check and get ready.” He glanced at the dinner check and put a few bills on the table. “You two wait here for a few minutes, then follow along. Come into the room together and we’ll take it from there.”

  Nicky raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute. “You got it, boss, Mr. Director, sir.” He turned to Carla. “I hope this works out.”

  Carla and Nicky talked for ten minutes, then made their way to a suite in the Gramercy Park, an older hotel in the low twenties. As they approached the door, Nicky said, “You know what we’re doing?”

  “I guess,” Carla answered. “It’s a little loose.”

  “We’ll fake it.” Nicky knocked, then inserted a key in the lock and opened the door. Carla entered and saw the camera, filming their actions. She turned to Nicky, waiting at the door. “I had a nice evening,” she said, working herself into the part she was playing. “I enjoyed myself a lot.”

  “Me too,” Nicky said. They were supposed to be coming back from their first date. “Can I come in for a nightcap?”

  “I’m kind of tired,” Carla said.

  “I won’t be long. I just don’t want the evening to end yet.”

  Carla and Nicky walked into the sitting room of the two-room suite that Dean had rented. It was done in cream and gold, with accents of light blue and gray. The heavy ivory drapes were tightly drawn and all the lights were lit, supplemented with two bright spotlights aimed at the sofa.

  Nicky closed the door and leaned against it. “You know I want you,” he said. “Your gorgeous body has been driving me nuts all evening.”

  Carla’s character was supposed to be reluctant, but persuadable. “But we hardly know each other,” she said.

  “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

  Carla laughed. “I believe in lust at first sight.”

  “Oh sugar,” Nicky said. “Let me make love to you.”

  “Cut,” Dean said. “That’s great. Let’s move to the sofa. Now Nicky, let’s say that you and Carla have been making out. Kiss her good, then show me how you get her to start undressing and how you begin touching her.”

  “This is really weird,” Nicky said.

  “It’s kind of fun,” Carla said. “I like being directed, told how to act.” She sat on the ivory upholstered couch, ruffled her hair, and extended her arms. “Come here and convince me.”

  Nicky looked at Dean, shrugged, and sat beside Carla. He kissed her tentatively, brushing his lips against hers. He stroked her hair back from her temples and kissed her forehead. “Hey, Nicky,” Dean said. “I don’t have endless film. Let’s get serious.”

  “This is making me really uncomfortable,” Nicky whispered, his lips against her cheek.

  “I understand,” Carla answered soto voce. “It can be weird having to perform.”

  “All right,” Dean said, “cut. When you whisper I can’t hear you. Listen. I gotta take a leak. You two figure out the rest of the show and I’ll be right back.”

  When they were alone, Nicky said, “This seemed to be a terrific idea when Dean dreamed it up. Now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to…you know. Those guys in the movies are so well hung and seem to get it up whenever….”

  “It’ll be okay.”

  “Oh it’s not you. I just don’t think I can perform on command.”

  Carla unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, took Nicky’s hand and strok
ed it softly over her breast. “I won’t let you embarrass yourself. I promise.”

  Nicky slid his palm over Carla’s erect nipple. “You’re very sexy,” he said.

  “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Carla said, sitting up. “Let’s make Dean tell us exactly what he wants. Move for move. We do nothing unless he tells us to. That sounds extremely sexy to me. And no pressure on either of us.”

  Nicky took a shaky breath. “You mean that he calls all the shots?” He paused. “Actually, that sounds sexy as hell.”

  Dean had returned and overheard Nicky’s last sentence. “You want me to tell you guys what to do?”

  “Right,” Carla said. “It’s hard to pretend to be part of some story and get turned on at the same time.”

  “Hummm. Being the director for real. It sounds kinky. The audio will pick up what I say.” He paused to think it through. “Telling you to suck and fuck…sounds hot.”

  “Not fucking,” Carla corrected. “Making love. Touching, stroking, kissing, licking, you tell us everything. And remember that if we’re not hot and ready to fuck when you say so your movie has no final scene and it isn’t our responsibility.”

  “I love a challenge,” Dean said. “Okay with you, Nicky?”

  “Just so long as you understand that if I don’t get hard, it’s your fault, not mine.”

  “Okay. I like this. Let’s go into the bedroom.” Quickly, Dean moved his lights and video equipment into the bedroom. “Lie on the bed, Carla,” he said, “and Nicky beside her.” The two did as they were instructed, stretching out on the satin bedspread. “Nicky, kiss Carla on the mouth and slide your hand onto her tit.”

  Nicky leaned over Carla and gazed into her eyes for a moment. “This really is a turn-on,” he said as his lips pressed against hers. He spread his palm over her right breast and kneaded the soft globe. He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips to her ear. “That’s right, lick her,” Dean said, and Nicky swirled the tip of his tongue into Carla’s ear. As he licked, he hummed softly and Carla could feel the vibrations through her entire body.

  She twisted, giving Nicky better access to her ear as his hand brushed back and forth against the fabric of the front of her shirt. “Unbutton her blouse,” Dean said.

  The remaining two buttons came undone easily and Nicky slipped his hand inside. “Pull the blouse open so I can see her undies. I love those shots of breasts in tiny brassieres.” Carla was glad she was wearing a pale pink lace demicup bra. They’d have their money’s worth and more, as much as she could provide.

  Dean moved around the bed, peering through the lens of the camera. “Yes,” Dean exclaimed. “Beautiful. You’ve got such great nipples that I can see them through your bra. Don’t you agree Nicky?”

  “I certainly do.” He rubbed her breasts through the lacy fabric.

  “Suck one nipple through the lace and make it hard,” Dean said and, as Nicky followed his instructions, Dean rounded the bed and crawled across to get a close-up of Nicky’s lips on Carla’s erect nipple. When he could resist no longer, Dean put the camera down and sucked Carla’s other nipple. Two mouths on her breasts was unbelievably erotic.

  A little shaky, Dean returned to his camera. “No, no. Mustn’t lose my objectivity,” he said. “I want to make this good so I can watch it over and over.” He positioned himself at the foot of the bed. “Carla, I think you should take Nicky’s shirt off, very slowly. And kiss and lick his chest as you do it.”

  She opened Nicky’s shirt and rubbed her hands over his lightly furred skin. She kissed his flat nipples as she eased his plaid shirt from his shoulders. “And yours too, Carla,” Dean said. As Carla shrugged out of her shirt, Dean sighed. “Great boobs. Shit, see how they overflow the cups of that tiny bra?” Carla heard the whine of the zoom lens as Dean came in for a close-up of her right breast.

  Suddenly, Dean turned off the camera. “I just realized that we’re missing a great opportunity here,” he said. “Anyone see a TV?”

  Seeing none, Carla said, “There must be one. Maybe it’s in that wall unit. Why?”

  Without comment, Dean found the large-screen TV and connected some wires from the camera to the back. “Now watch. Nicky, suck her nipple again.” As Dean started the camera, the picture of Nicky’s mouth appeared on the screen.

  “Oh God,” Carla said. “That’s wild.”

  “Right. You get to star in your own X-rated movie and watch it at the same time. Nicky, feel up her breasts so she can watch your hands massage her.”

  Carla found it amazingly exciting, feeling Nicky’s hands on her body and watching it happen on the screen at the same time. “Okay, take the bra off.” Nicky unclasped the bra and dropped it on the floor. There, in full color, were her breasts, with Nicky’s dark-skinned hands covering them. “Suck and bite them. Lick them until the nipples are real tight.”

  Nicky’s mouth covered Carla’s breasts, softly pulling them to tight peaks. Carla watched the TV screen as Dean moved the camera around, getting different angles of Nicky’s mouth and Carla’s breasts.

  “Cut.” Carla smiled as she sensed Nicky’s reluctance to stop what they were doing.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off, Carla,” Dean said, “so I can get some shots of your sweet pussy.” She pulled off her jeans and panties and stretched out on the bed, with Nicky beside her. “Now, Nicky, get her wet.” He turned his back to adjust his video.

  Nicky ran his hand up the inside of Carla’s thigh and tentatively touched her lips. “She’s already soaked,” he said, surprised.

  “You make me horny,” Carla whispered. She reached down and squeezed the ridge of hot flesh that pressed upward against his belly beneath his jeans. She winked. “You seem to be horny too.”

  Dean turned the camera back on and focused the lens on Carla’s breast. “Spread her legs, Nicky. I want to see your hand on her pussy.” The camera panned slowly down her ribs and belly until her cunt filled the screen.

  Carla turned and looked at the TV. She had never seen herself like this, open and waiting, ready to be filled, with Nicky’s dark, blunt fingers playing idly with her pussy hair. It sent a jolt of pleasure shooting into her depths. She saw Nicky’s fingers slide toward her swollen lips and, when he touched her, she could both feel it and see it. It was the most intense sensation she could remember.

  Without being told, Nicky pulled off his clothes while the camera watched. His erection was rigid and thick, jutting from a nest of black hair in his groin. Carla smiled. Arousal was no longer a worry for him. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the engorged organ and pulled it until Nicky was sitting on the bed beside her. She turned so her ass was in the air and her head was in his lap.

  “I’m going to make you come,” she said softly. “And you’re going to watch. Look at yourself.”

  Nicky stared at the TV screen and watched Carla’s mouth on his cock. He was both feeling and watching a beautiful woman kissing the head of his cock, then pursing her lips and sucking him into her waiting mouth. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations.

  When Nicky started to lose control, Carla wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection and squeezed his cock and balls tightly, preventing him from climaxing. She wanted Dean to have great pictures, ones that Nicky would be proud of. Higher and higher Carla forced Nicky, her head bobbing in his lap, sucking his cock yet keeping him from coming.

  Finally she looked at the camera and said, “Every good porno flick has a come shot and Nicky’s going to be the star of this one.” She breathed hot air on the end of his cock while she grasped the shaft with one hand and kept the fingers of the other around the base. “Are you going to watch your own climax?” she asked Nicky.

  Dean panned to his friend’s face and watched as Nicky’s eyes opened and stared at the screen. The camera returned to his cock, covered by Carla’s hands. “Watch, baby,” she said. “Watch your cock as you shoot beautiful come on my tits.” She licked the length of his erection, making the hard shaft shiny an
d wet. She rubbed just a bit more, then, as his semen boiled from his balls, she released her hold on the base of his cock and moved so his come spurted on her breasts. The camera recorded as thick gobs of goo covered her large tits.

  “Shit, Nicky,” Dean said as semen erupted from Nicky’s cock. “I didn’t know you were such a stud. Maybe we should show this to the guys.” Finally, Nicky collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

  By the time Carla returned from the shower, fully dressed, Dean had returned all the camera equipment to the cases and Nicky was dressed. “We’re going to watch the tape,” Dean said. “Are you going to stay?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I already know how it ends.”

  While Dean fiddled with the VCR, Nicky walked Carla to the door of the suite. “Thanks,” he said. “I doubt that Dean will be able to keep that film to himself and now I’ll get some kind of reputation with our friends. I hope you don’t mind if your face shows a bit.”

  “Not at all, as long as it’s just your friends. After all, a stud like you should be able to show off a little.”

  As Nicky watched Carla walk toward the elevator, he said, “Hey Carla, thanks again.”

  Dennis Stanton was an old friend of Ronnie’s and they had spent many enjoyable evenings together. Tonight, however, he had something very unusual in mind and since the evening’s entertainment wasn’t exactly her taste, Ronnie had suggested that he call Carla. When Carla heard about the engagement, and, of course, the fee, she agreed quickly.

  A stretch limo arrived in front of the brownstone at exactly eight o’clock. Dennis helped Carla inside. A man of about fifty, Dennis had deep chocolate-brown eyes and dark hair with wings of silver at the temples. He wore a magnificently tailored midnight-blue tuxedo with a matching tie and cummerbund.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Dennis said softly, sliding the partition window up to prevent the limo driver from overhearing. “It’s a short drive to where we’re going, so let me get right to the point. Ronnie said she told you what I want.”

  “She did, but explain again. I want to be sure I understand everything.”