“Not just that, Jenna. I want you to take the pictures. Be the camera man. Camera person.”
Jenna was totally taken aback. “You mean be there during ...” She was rapidly expanding her sexual horizons but this was a bit much. Wasn’t it? She was startled, but, if she were being honest, she was also a little titillated.
“That’s what I want. Frank’s enough of an exhibitionist that he’ll go wild. Not only will it be an evening to remember but then we’ll have the film to watch later.” She lowered her lashes. “It will be a great present and it will be practically free.”
“Don’t get coy with me, Chloe. It won’t affect my decision.” She paused. “I really don’t know about this.” Did she want to get that involved in Chloe’s love life? In Frank’s?
“Please. You said you’d help. It will be so great.”
“Are you sure you want something permanent like that? What will happen if you two break up?” When you two break up, she’d almost said. She knew that Chloe’s relationships seldom lasted longer than a few months.
“I don’t really care. If he wants to show it to his buddies, I think I’d be complimented. I’m pretty good in the sack and I want that to show.”
Jenna felt herself weakening. “You really can’t just set the camera up on the dresser?”
“I told you that it just doesn’t work. I want someone to hold the camera, move around and get really good shots like those professional erotic movies. You know, zoom in? Pan around? I’ve already picked out the scene I want to act out and what I want to wear. Come on, Jen. Be a sport. Help me out here.”
Jenna squirmed in her chair. “I don’t know. It’s very embarrassing. Are you sure Frank won’t mind me watching?”
“He’ll be fine with it. It’s a fantasy of his, anyway, being watched. He thinks he’s a stud—he is you know—and he’s told me that he has dreamed about it.”
“A fantasy of his?”
“Sure. We talked about it, and it excited him so much that we fucked our brains out just from that. Please, Jen. Do this for me.”
Chloe had been such a good friend that Jenna felt she couldn’t let her down. “What the hell. Let’s figure this thing out. What’s the scene?”
“He’s going to pretend that he’s in a hotel room away from home, and I’m going to be a hooker, hired by his friends to entertain him.”
As the two women discussed the scenario, they talked about the things they could do to make a room in the house feel like a chain motel room. “Why don’t we use some of that tacky furniture in the attic?” Jenna suggested. “There must be stuff there we can adapt.”
“That’s a fabulous idea,” Chloe said, leaping to her feet, eyes glowing. “Let’s go see what’s up there that we can use.”
Caught up in Chloe’s enthusiasm, Jenna followed her friend up the stairs to the storeroom. In the jumble of boxes, furniture, and accessories they found an institutional-looking bedside table and three ugly lamps. Jenna grabbed several institutional-looking landscapes to hang on the wall. They lugged their treasures down to one of the third-floor bedrooms that had a double bed and dresser already in it. They pored through the linen closet and found an old flowered quilt and a set of plain white sheets and pillow cases. They hung a large, slightly cracked mirror on the wall and suddenly the room looked not unlike a cheap motel room. “He’ll go wild,” Chloe said. She pointed to one corner. “We can set the camera up over there with a tripod and everything, but some of the time you can hold it, move around and stuff. This is going to be so fabulous.”
“You must really care for him. This is quite a bit of work for his birthday.”
“He’s a nice guy but this is actually mostly for me. I know he’ll love it and I’ll love making it come true. I’ve found, too, that it makes me really hot thinking about it. I guess it’s sort of a fantasy of mine too. I’ll make a copy of the video and keep it for those lonely nights when I don’t have a date.”
Jenna grinned and hugged her friend. “You’re quite a liberated woman, Chloe. I admire you.”
“With any luck you can grow up to be just like me,” Chloe said with a wink.
“I’m trying. Lord knows I’m trying.”
“Well, if this doesn’t get your juices flowing, I don’t know what will.”
During the next few days Jenna found a video-rental store that had a large selection of XXX-rated films and watched about a dozen, noting the shots the camera man had concentrated on. She reasoned that what the film makers produced was what men wanted to see. Few of the films had any story and she was sure she could do just as well. Strange, she thought, she was doing more homework for this video than she’d done for some of her college courses.
The event, as the women called it, was arranged for the following Saturday evening. That afternoon they set up the camera equipment in the “motel” room.” Sadly, the equipment wasn’t invisible and the lights were quite bright, but the room was as natural as they could make it. Jenna practiced with the camera until she knew how quickly to pan, how to make the zoom work and how the lights should be arranged.
Now all she could do was wait.
Chapter 5
Jenna and Chloe had taped a note to the front door. “Dear Mr. Devins. As the proprietor of the hotel, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to greet you in person but something came up. Please, come right in. I’ve booked you on the third floor, the room on the left. I have you signed up for one night and I look forward to meeting you in the morning.” The note was signed, “The Management.”
At exactly eight o’clock Frank opened the door to the brightly-lit room the women had set up, and glanced around, smiling broadly. He looked like a typical tired businessman, dressed in a white, button-down, collar shirt and black slacks. A tie was threaded through the collar but not tied. Jenna, secreted in a closet, peeked out and saw him nod over and over again. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
Jenna was a little nervous. This would be a one-time shot, one chance to make a video Chloe and Frank would enjoy for a long time to come. Could she do it right? Would she freak out watching her best friend and some guy she hardly knew make love? Oh, well, she thought, only time will tell. She rubbed her damp palms on her jeans and tried to calm her jittery stomach.
After only a few minutes a knock sounded on the door. “What is it?” Frank called, sounding a bit exasperated. Jenna was amazed at how well he played his part.
“Hotel service,” Chloe’s voice said.
Slowly Frank got to his feet and crossed the room to the door. When he opened it Jenna was amazed at the sight that greeted both of them. Chloe was dressed in a figure-hugging, red dress, barely long enough to cover her panties, if indeed she was wearing any. The top was cut low in the front, showing a massive amount of cleavage and the lace edging of a bright red demi-bra. She wore thigh-high, red stockings topped with elastic lace, and strappy, red sandals with four-inch heels. A tiny, red pocketbook hung from her shoulder by a rhinestone strap and around her neck hung a glittering rhinestone necklace with a large drop that fell deep within her cleavage. Huge rhinestone earrings hung from her ears, long enough to brush her shoulders.
Chloe had deliberately overdone her hair and makeup so that, had Jenna not known, it would have taken her a moment to recognize her friend. Her short, curly hair was teased and swept high on her head. Heavy eye makeup and long false eyelashes changed her expression, and bright red lipstick accentuated her large, smiling mouth. “Hi, Sugar. My name’s Candy. Want some?”
“Me?” Frank said, as Jenna slipped from the closet and turned on the camera which was, at that moment, pointed at the door. Fortunately the camera was completely silent.
“Sure. You’re Frank, aren’t you? I’m a gift from the boys at the office. Can I come in?” She was sucking a mint and swinging her purse from its long chain. Her entire body language said “hooker,” hip thrust to one side, long, red fingernails stroking up and down her cleavage.
His jaw hanging slack,
Frank backed up and allowed Chloe into the “motel” room. “Wow, you look great,” he said, his voice a bit shaky. “I never expected—”
“Expected what, Sugar? I’m here for some fun. Got a drink for a girl?”
The two people were totally oblivious as Jenna pointed the camera and Frank turned to a bottle, a tray of glasses, and a tacky plastic ice bucket Jenna and Chloe had put on the bedside table earlier. “We seem to have some rum. I hope it’s your favorite.”
“Just right, Sugar. On the rocks.”
Jenna heard the ice cubes clank into two glasses and Frank poured several fingers of rum into each. He handed one to Chloe who took a sip. “Mmm, dee-licious.” Jenna quietly panned from Frank’s face to Chloe’s, then to the glasses.
“Yeah,” Frank said, still obviously totally nonplused. “Nice.” Jenna zoomed in on his face as his eyes roamed Chloe’s body, then moved to Chloe’s deeply shadowed cleavage. “Candy. Nice.”
“Can I sit down?” Without waiting for an answer Chloe perched on the edge of the bed and patted the bedspread beside her. “Join me?” Slowly, Frank sat beside her. “So, what business are you in, Sugar?”
“I’m a floor broker on the stock exchange.” Jenna knew that part of the scenario was true.
“Ooo,” Chloe said. “You buy and sell all those stocks and bonds?”
“Something like that.”
“You must be very rich.”
“I do okay,” he said. “You been in the business long?”
“The business?” She looked down a bit puzzled. “Oh, that. Yeah. I’m sort of new. I’ve been doing this for a few months. What do you want to do now?” she asked, sipping her drink. Jenna suddenly realized that, although Chloe appeared completely comfortable with her role, she was actually quite nervous. It added a sweetly vulnerable note to the film Jenna was shooting.
Frank set his drink on the bedside table and cupped the back of Chloe’s head with his large palm. “This,” he said and drove his mouth down on hers. Quietly, Jenna zoomed in on the scorching kiss. Barefoot, she moved around the room, angling in on the meeting of lips as they changed the position of their heads to deepen the kiss. “And this,” Frank said as he placed his hand on Chloe’s thigh and slid it up her stocking. Jenna tried to ignore the way the sight of Frank’s large, dark hands against the red of Chloe’s stockings made her nipples pucker.
“God, you’re sexy,” Frank groaned. “I’m going to get the guys’ money’s worth out of my whore for tonight.” He guided her to a standing position. “Strip for me.”
Looking a bit bemused, Chloe glanced over her shoulder at Jenna’s camera, then back at Frank. “Sure, Sugar. Whatever you want.” Spreading her thighs so Frank would be able to see her crotch, Chloe put her foot on the edge of the bed and unfastened the buckles on one sandal. Then she slowly rolled one stocking down her leg, her fingertips caressing her skin as it was revealed. When Frank reached out to stroke her, she playfully batted his hand away. “You wanted me to strip. Let me.”
Frank nodded, his eyes never leaving Chloe’s hands. When one leg was bare she placed her naked foot on the floor and repeated the performance with the other. At first Chloe had been glancing at the camera often, but as she got deeper and deeper into her role she seemed to become oblivious to Jenna’s actions.
Frank grabbed the front of Chloe’s dress and dragged her closer. “I want this gone,” he said, his voice gravelly.
“You’re sure in a hurry, Sugar,” Chloe said as she slid her hands down the sides of the dress until she could grasp the hem. Then she wiggled her hips as she pulled the dress upward. Soon it was off and she stood dressed in only a tiny, strapless, brilliant crimson, satin and lace bra and thong panties. Jenna gradually zoomed out so she could get both Chloe and Frank in the same frame. The look on his face as his eyes roamed Chloe’s body was something not to be missed. Jenna had never truly understood the word smolder until that moment.
“You like Candy, Sugar?” Chloe said, her voice breathy.
“Shit, baby,” Frank said, licking his lips, “what’s not to like?”
Jenna agreed. Although tiny, Chloe’s body was beautifully proportioned with a flat abdomen and ample breasts. Any man’s fantasy, Jenna thought.
Chloe rubbed her hands up her belly and cupped her fabric-covered breasts. Then, wordlessly, she reached behind her and unfastened the bra, allowing her flesh to fall from the cups. Jenna centered her camera on Chloe’s nipples as Frank’s dark hands reached for them. She watched through the lens as he kneaded, then dragged her close so he could fasten his lips on, first, one erect nipple, then the other.
Jenna was amazed at the way the scene made her body feel and she could now understand what people enjoyed about pornographic movies. It was as though she was experiencing what Chloe was. She could almost feel Frank’s fingers squeezing and pinching her.
Seemingly unable to wait, Frank grabbed the front of Chloe’s panties and Jenna could hear the sound of cloth ripping. Then the wisp of red was in his hand and he impatiently tossed it away, burying his face in the coarse hair between Chloe’s legs.
The room now smelled of sex and the scent was intoxicating. Jenna moved around and watched Frank’s tongue flick out and lick the swollen flesh between Chloe’s legs. Then Chloe backed off. “You’re still wearing all those clothes, Sugar,” she said, reaching to unbutton his shirt.
When his torso was bare, Chloe leaned over and, growling, placed a line of bites along his shoulder. Then he stood and she quickly removed his slacks and briefs. It was all Jenna could do not to gasp. His erection was tremendous, thick and rigid, precum oozing from the tip.
Chloe fell to her knees and fondled Frank’s engorged shaft. “Sugar, this is the best piece of meat I’ve ever seen.”
“If you like it, suck it.”
Chloe kissed the tip while she caressed his shaft. She stuck her tongue out and licked the length, as if it were an all-day sucker, while Jenna’s camera zoomed in on her mouth. She flicked the tip with her tongue, and then her red-painted lips surrounded the head and agonizingly, slowly, took the entire length into her mouth. Jenna made sure that the recorder picked up both the sound of Frank’s moaning and the slurping sounds made by Chloe’s obviously talented mouth.
Jenna’s camera moved with the rhythm of Chloe’s mouth, suck and withdraw, until Frank was crazed with lust. Jenna moved the camera to his face, then back to Chloe’s.
“Shit, baby. Now you’re going to get the fuck you’ve been paid for,” Frank said, pushing Chloe onto the bed and ramming his thick cock into her. Jenna focused on his buttocks and the play of muscles as he thrust and relaxed. She bent down at the foot of the bed and managed to get a shot of Frank’s cock as it disappeared into Chloe’s cunt. Shit, she thought, if this comes out the way I think it will, it will be some video. She thought they would want a cum shot like all the movies had, but she didn’t want to break the spell so she let the action play out.
As she watched, her pussy became wet and itchy. She was so involved in the action that it almost felt as if Frank’s cock was filling her. She was not aware of the little sounds of pleasure that her throat was making. She tried to keep her breathing even and hold the camera steady, despite her trembling knees and hands and her own heavy breathing.
Finally, with simultaneous shouts, both Frank and Chloe came and Frank collapsed on the bed beside his “hooker.” Quietly, Jenna put the camera on the bureau and slipped out of the room, leaving the exhausted lovers entwined on the bed.
Jenna all but ran to her room and closed the door, pulling off her clothing as she dragged the bedclothes from the bed. She stretched out, marveling at how hot she was, so excited by what she’d watched that she would have joined Frank and Chloe/Candy if she had been invited. She’d never before even considered a threesome and certainly not with her best friend and her boyfriend. Naked, she undulated like a cat in heat, feeling the cool sheets against her buttocks and the backs of her thighs and calves.
She
fondled her breasts as she imagined what it would have been like. She imagined that her hands were Frank’s, or any man’s. She wanted, needed, and used her hands to attempt to satisfy her unexpectedly raging fires. She filled her pussy with her fingers as Frank’s cock had filled Chloe’s. It was only a moment before Jenna felt the beginning of her climax growing in her belly. Only a few strokes of her practiced fingers brought her to a shattering orgasm.
The next morning, Chloe was up bright and early. She’d taken the day off so she wouldn’t have to leap out of bed at the crack of dawn. Frank had left very early to change into work clothes at home so the two women brought their coffee out onto the lounge chairs and talked about the previous evening. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Chloe said.
“It was quite something,” Jenna said, wondering whether it would be awkward talking with her best friend after an evening of watching her make love.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Chloe said. “It was great and you were a big part of it. I can’t wait until I see the tape.”
“It was really weird for me to watch you two make love the way you did.”
“Bizarre, but erotic, no?”
With a great intake of breath, Jenna admitted, “Erotic, yes.”
Later that morning the two women stretched out in the living room and played the video. Jenna was amazed at how professional the film looked. Damn, she’d done a fabulous job if she did say so herself. Chloe was lavish in her praise. “That’s the best,” she squealed as she watched the shot of Frank’s cock thrusting into her pussy. “I can’t wait to watch it with him.”
“How did the evening go after I left?” Jenna asked.
“We made love two more times. He was so hot just thinking about the movie and me as a hooker. He’s never been a better lover.”
Early one evening about a week later, Chloe found Jenna dressed in a pair of shorts and a light tee shirt in the brownstone’s kitchen. While most of the bedrooms were air conditioned, the kitchen faced west and got hotter as the late July sun poured in through the open door. “What are you making?”
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