by Lisa Ferrari
I ride him and kiss him until he erupts deep inside me. As soon as I feel it, my impending orgasm happens and we come together.
I collapse on top of him, my cheek on his broad chest, and fall asleep with Kellan still inside me.
Chapter 19
WE AWAKEN IN each other’s arms as the morning sun fills the bedroom with yellow light.
We both slept amazingly.
I’m on my side, with Kellan spooned up behind me nice and close. I have no idea how we got in this position. The last thing I remember is being on top of him.
After a cup of black coffee and 30 minutes of cardio in our new home gym, we go into the bathroom and shower together.
I see the fireplace. “Oh, darn, we forgot to shower in here last night to check out the lights and the fireplace.”
“That’s okay. We can do it tonight.”
After a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and a bowl of oatmeal sweetened with stevia and mixed with instant coffee and cinnamon, we decide to take the new Range Rover to the meeting.
On the way to the Paramount lot, I see a bakery. I suggest we get some stuff for everyone at the meeting. We go in and buy a big box of assorted bagels made with egg protein flower instead of wheat, and some assorted shmears.
When we get to the office, everyone gives us hugs and handshakes all around. Everyone goes ape over the bagels and shmears. We sign more paperwork, have a little side meeting with Calista and her agent Jeremee, and decide to sign with her.
We meet a ton of new people. Sheila knows everyone and introduces us. Everyone is super nice and respectful and the whole meeting almost feels more like a cocktail party or a Sunday afternoon football game party at someone’s house.
Sheila explains to me that while the writers, directors, and primarily the producers create the magic and make the entertainment wheel roll, it’s the attorneys who are the grease that makes it all possible. Without them, the wheel would go nowhere.
Several people mention that they’ve seen my YouTube and Instagram videos and that they were very impressed and that as a result they’ve begun working out and eating better. Because of me! Wow. I’m thrilled that I could be such an inspiration.
Sheila hands out a production schedule for everyone. It’s going to take us all over the world! There is a long, long list of dates followed by the location where we’re shooting. USA, Canada, Israel, Japan, Australia…
“Everyone make sure your passport is in order,” Sheila calls out.
Holy monkey nuts; I don’t even have a passport. I look at Kellan, horrorstricken.
Ever the mind reader (how does he do that???), Kellan whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry. You’ll have a passport in seventy-two hours.” He winks at me.
I have no idea how this will, or possibly can, happen. But I’ve seen Kellan in action enough times to know that he’ll make it happen. He always has his methods.
“This rough production schedule is exactly that,” says Sheila, “rough. But it’s something. As you can see, there’s a lot of travel. So don’t commit to any family vacations for the next couple of years. Especially you, Claire.”
Every single person in the room turns to look at me. It suddenly seems very, very quiet.
“Why especially me?”
“You’re our lead. You’re in almost every scene. You have the most screen time ergo you have the most demanding schedule.”
“Oh. Well, don’t worry about me. My family is… busy. But you guys are my family now. You and Kellan.” I take Kellan’s hand.
“Awe!” says Calista. “You guys are so cute.”
THE REST OF the meeting is a lot of stuff about schedules and equipment and actors and casting and stuff I only kinda sorta understand.
The meeting wraps up and we say goodbye to everyone. Kellan drives us to Venice Beach so I can see Gold’s Gym, aka The Mecca, where bodybuilding all began. I am awed by the old posters on the wall. We wind up having a really great impromptu workout, mostly shoulders, because Kellan says your shoulders can never be too big, and we’re aiming for cannonballs.
We take tons of selfies with people, all of whom seem to know Kellan. He introduces me to everyone. He knows a lot of the people from back in the day when he was competing. Everyone knows about The Really Big Movie and they’re very excited and guarantee they will go see it at least twice.
In order to avoid the rush-hour traffic, we walk out to the Venice boardwalk, visit Muscle Beach, and Kellan tells me more about the history of the place and how Arnold Schwarzenegger owns much of Venice, and how he and Franco Columbu had a construction company and they built stuff around Venice, and how Arnold was told he would never make it in Hollywood because of his thick Austrian accent, and they actually dubbed his voice in his first movie Hercules in New York. Arnold responded by enrolling in English classes at Santa Monica City College. The rest is history.
These are just some of the things which inspired Kellan to get into bodybuilding.
We walk out onto the Santa Monica pier and ride the big Ferris Wheel and take selfies up at the top. The view is incredible. Kellan points at the lights to the north and says it’s Malibu, and the lights to the south are Redondo Beach and Palos Verdes. It’s all so beautiful. I am overcome by it all. I can’t believe I’m here. Sheila’s words echo in my mind, when she told me not to make any vacation plans for the next two years because I am in almost every scene. There had to be fifty people in the room and they were all looking at me. But it’s fine because, being here, in this new city, with all its energy and pizzazz and coastline, I feel like I’m on vacation; I’m already here.
It’s wild.
Chapter 20
KELLAN AND I pull into our courtyard around 9:30 that evening.
Rather than shower, we go out to the beautiful, immaculately landscaped back yard, strip off our clothes and dive into the pool, christening it officially by swimming naked together. Swimming naked always makes me so, so horny. Kellan pulls me into his lap and begins kissing me. I feel his erection against my stomach. It seems swimming naked makes him horny, too.
I reach down and take him in my hand. It’s so thick.
I guide it inside me.
Kellan gasps.
“Wow. God it feels good. I love being inside you, Claire.”
I reply by shoving my tongue into Kellan’s mouth and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. I can’t seem to get enough of him.
I rock my hips rapidly back and forth, squeezing him good and tight. His pelvis pushes on my clitoris. My plan to pleasure Kellan and to get him off goes somewhat awry as I get lost in the pleasure, and in two minutes I orgasm, crying out and groaning into Kellan’s open mouth.
“Oh my God I just came.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says. “Let’s try something. Hold on to me. Tight.”
I curl one arm around his neck and grab onto my wrist with the other hand, making certain I have a good grip despite my skin being wet from swimming.
Kellan climbs up the steps and out of the pool, carrying me with his hands under my butt.
We make love standing up.
The pale-blue light from the pool casts rippling shadows over Kellan’s wet, naked, Greek-god body.
The night air chills my skin and my nipples get hard.
Kellan kisses my neck and pounds me standing up. My head falls backward and I’m lost in it. Another orgasm builds and builds and builds. My thighs and stomach muscles clench and I can’t breathe as it approaches. Everything tightens and then explodes and I cry out.
Kellan exclaims along with me, and we stand beside the pool, our bodies one, our hearts minds souls one, the city lights behind us like stars.
KELLAN CARRIES ME to the Jacuzzi. We settle into the hot water. It feels so good after feeling the chill of the night air on our wet bodies.
Kellan reclines and holds me close and I lie on his chest. My arms and legs dangle in the water, massaged and lightly tickled by the hot bubbles.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but eventually my growling stomach gains my attention.
We eventually climb out of the spa in search of sustenance.
We dry off and head into the kitchen. I whip up a big veggie omelet with chopped onions and mushrooms and some fat-free cheese. Fat-free cheese is usually thick and disgusting and quasi-inedible. But this stuff is actually pretty good. It melts well and looks and tastes almost exactly like regular cheese.
We decide to test out the home theatre system while we eat. It’s amazing. The screen is huge and the sound is incredible. We watch Conan the Barbarian again, in honor of our trip to Gold’s and Venice Beach, the Mecca of Bodybuilding.
I get excited again during the sex scene with the witch. Her nails dig into Arnold’s back and they show his butt. I want to scratch Kellan’s back while he’s on top of me.
Kellan says he loves the cinematography and the panoramic views of the land and the music while they’re running.
“Here’s the part where he eats the weird meat.” Kellan always gets excited during this part.
“What is it?”
“I think it’s a lizard. Look, you can see the legs.” Kellan says the lines in conjunction with the actors. “ ‘It’s good.’ ‘You have no idea how long it’s been there.’ Look, here comes the part when they get high and he bumps into the camel.
“Look, here comes the part where they break into the palace to kidnap Max Von Sydow’s idiot daughter.
“Look at Sandahl Bergman. God, I had the hots for her when I was little.
“Look, look, look… here’s the part where the woman gets ready to jump into the snake pit. I remember how impressed I was by the nudity in this movie. It was like I had discovered this forbidden thing; a movie with naked people in it. It made the movie so much more real. And when Arnold fights the snake… wow… Then he finds the standard he’s been looking for. After that it’s on like Donkey Kong. James Earl Jones is maaaaad.”
We watch as the three thieves leap from the tower into the water below. She says, “Do you want to live forever?”
As long as I’m with Kellan, actually yes, I kinda do.
THE NEXT MORNING, we wake up in our big bed, happy as clams. Naked clams. Kellan is so warm and soft and I love the way he smells. I’m still horny from the sex scene in Conan last night. I think I may have even dreamed about doing it in front of a blue fireplace. I climb on top of Kellan and rub myself against him until he gets hard, and I guide myself down onto him.
Wow.
What a way to begin the day.
Kellan is still half asleep. But his penis is awake.
I sit up and gyrate my hips, feeling him so deep inside me.
In a surprisingly short amount of time, Kellan orgasms. He grunts and cries out several times. His abs flex, and I feel his hot semen inside me. I’m not there yet so I rub my clit until I climax several minutes later while he’s still inside me.
As I lie on top of him, trying to catch my breath and savoring the orgasmic aftershocks, Kellan begins snoring. He’s gone back to sleep.
I ease myself off of him and climb quietly and slowly out of bed so he can continue sleeping. His semen drips down the insides of my thighs.
I take a long, hot shower. I look out the window at the city as I bathe, thinking about the production schedule Sheila gave us and the countries on the list. The two-year shooting schedule is going to take us all the way around the entire world. I’ve never been anywhere, so this is going to be quite an adventure. I’ve always been fascinated by other countries and other cultures, and I find myself excited by the thought of traveling and seeing new places and having crazy adventures with Kellan.
To my surprise, I’m not scared. I am a little, of course, but I’m mostly excited. I’m really looking forward to it all.
AFTER MY SHOWER, I dry off and I head to the kitchen. Naked. It’s exciting to run around the house naked. Kellan is still sawing logs. I make a pot of coffee and take a mug to the bedroom. I hold it under his nose, waiting for him to smell it and wake up. He’s brought coffee to me about a million times in order to help me wake up. It’s nice to return the gesture.
But Kellan doesn’t wake up; he goes on snoring.
I caress his shoulder.
Nothing.
I pull the comforter down and jiggle his penis. It’s wet and sticky.
Still nothing.
I set the mug of steaming coffee on the nightstand and push one of my nipples into Kellan’s mouth.
This gets his attention.
He opens his eyes and looks at me.
“Morning. I brought you some coffee.” I hand the mug to him.
Kellan sits up against the headboard and takes it. He reaches down and adjusts his penis and testicles, then looks at his fingers, which have our juices on them.
“Did we have sex earlier?”
“No. Why?” I try not to laugh. I try to keep a straight face.
“Claire…”
“I think you must’ve been abducted by aliens and they took a sperm sample.”
“Caliree…”
I can’t resist any longer and I start laughing. “Yes, we had sex earlier. You don’t remember?” I feign disgust.
“I dreamed you were on top of me. It was real?”
“Yes, it was. You came really fast, too.”
Kellan is staring at my boobs. “Can’t imagine why.”
Kellan sips his coffee and we eventually get dressed and do our morning cardio. After the cardio, we peel off our wet clothes and jump in the pool. Swimming naked in the morning sun is just as much fun as skinny dipping at night. I’m surprised by how cold the water is, but it definitely wakes me up. Kellan explains how ice baths after a workout help mobilize fat cells. I hope this water is cold enough to do so.
Kellan asks me to prepare more eggs just like we had last night, and we eat at the table on the patio by the pool, looking at the city sprawling before us.
After breakfast, we grab our laptops and work by the pool. Kellan prints out a form for my passport, takes several up-close photos of me, and disappears into the house. An hour later, he goes out to the front gate, chats with a guy in a white van, and comes back in, informing me I’ll have my passport in 48 hours. He explains that there are companies which send people to stand in line on your behalf. It’s $400, but it’s taken care of.
I try to get some writing done while Kellan answers training clients. But despite my desire to write, I’m not sure what to work on. I’m in between projects so I try to do a bit of polishing on my most recent manuscript but my mind wanders repeatedly. I eventually end up on YouTube watching clips from all of Calista Roth’s movies.
I get an email from Sheila. Kellan gets it, too. She says the press release about the movie came out and the trades picked it up.
I ask what trades are.
Kellan says they’re publications detailing all the latest news in the industry, with the two main ones being Daily Variety and The Hollywood Reporter.
Kellan and I quickly navigate to their websites and view the articles. They talk about the project, who’s writing, directing, producing, and starring. There are pics of Calista, Garth, Kellan, and me. It says I’m a fresh face who recently burst onto the scene in a video of me working out with Navy SEALs on the beach.
Kellan and I agree that we look good. Calista does, too.
“I guess this means I can tell my family what’s up.”
“Have you heard from them?”
“Only from Denise.” She’s sent me a couple of texts asking what I’m up to and if I can dislodge Kellan’s gorilla dick from my mouth long enough to text her because our friendship hangs in the balance. Ah, Denise, ever the comedian. She’s right about Kellan’s gorilla dick, though. I could crawl under the table and suck it right now.
As I’m contemplating fellating my fiancée, Kellan says, “You feel like going for a drive?”
“A dr
ive where?”
“I’ve been craving Mexican food. I was thinking we could drive down to Redondo Beach and go to El Torito. It’s right on the water.”
“Fajitas for lunch?”
“Sure.”
“And deep-fried ice cream for dessert?”
“Only if you agree to an extra hour of working out when we get home.”
“Deal.”
WE GET DRESSED and make our way to Redondo Beach and to the pier. Kellan was right about the location. We sit in a booth beside the window and the waves are literally breaking right below us. A couple miles of beach stretch out to the distance, rising up to green hills Kellan says are Palos Verdes, a very nice area with a lot of gorgeous homes.
The fajitas are good, as always, and the deep-fried ice cream is even better. It’s almost orgasmic.
I remind Kellan about the last time we ate vanilla ice cream. Well, he was the one doing most of the eating. I tell him I want to do that again.
He says as long as I return the favor.
Gladly, I assure him.
AFTER LUNCH, WE head south and spend an hour driving around Palos Verdes. Kellan wasn’t kidding, it is beautiful. I could see buying a house here.
We eventually make our way back to Hollywood and park in the courtyard of our house. The big privacy gate closes behind us. I love that part. I feel like this is our own little castle in the hills, a place that is just ours. No one has been here; my mom hasn’t been here, my dad, nor even Denise; no one has been here to offer their opinion through which my experience of the house is invariably filtered. I don’t know how long it will be before someone comes to visit and finds something negative to say about our place. But for now, I’m happy Kellan and I are the only ones here.
Kellan unlocks the big, wooden front door I love that imbues the entire home with a sense of majesty and high fantasy.
Inside, our house is TRASHED.
Pillows and sofa cushions have been cut open and everything is covered in white feathers and microfiber fill. It’s everywhere.
Red spray paint has been painted all over the walls, the carpet, the pool table (which has also been shredded and has knives from the kitchen knife block poking out of it).
