by Ruby Madden
Although Matteo looked at me with raised eyebrows, he still managed to scowl. “You didn’t answer my question dear.”
“Yes, she was into it. And I can’t explain it, but I don’t think she usually is?”
Matteo smirked, “Clara, you have that effect on people.”
“What effect?” I asked, somewhat puzzled.
His eyebrows arched, “Sex follows you. I’ve seen it. People get all aroused. It’s interesting because I wouldn’t say that it’s attraction to you specifically, and please don’t be offended - just that you seem to be tapped into – well – sexual energy.”
“Sex follows me…” I murmured to myself. This was very intense, what Matteo was saying. I was attempting to wrap my head around it. Accept that another had seen it and could put it to words. “It does, doesn’t it…” my voice trailed off.
“Yup.” With a matter-of-fact twirl, he commenced changing into his next possible purchase.
I gazed into the giant, gilded, framed floor to ceiling mirror at myself. There it was, that woman – the one who knew more about desire than ever met the average eye. Self-hypnotized for a moment, I studied my physique. I was plentiful and inviting. I was everything L.A. wasn’t. I wasn’t tall, thin, blonde or tan. I was average height, chubby, red-headed and pale skinned. Freckled, sure – but pale.
But it was there, I could see it.
The luster that hung around me like a little glamour cloud. The mystery playing peek-a-boo. All the naughty ideas I had parading around in my head. All the world was a stage to me at this point in my life and I wanted to witness so much debauchery. I was endlessly curious about sex.
It wasn’t so much that I needed to be having a lot of sex, per se - not like a nympho or a slut. No, I just wanted to watch mostly, participate occasionally and maybe be exclusively used for someone’s pleasure – but deep down, I was a voyeur at heart, first and foremost.
Matteo continued trying on clothes, ordering the salesperson around and settling for my nods of approval or disapproval. He knew me well enough to know when I’d disappeared inside myself, thinking and contemplating.
He enjoyed watching it, I think. Knowing that I was elsewhere, lost in my thoughts but in a good way. Not spaced out or dazed like some do. No, this was different - having witnessed it plenty of times, he knew I had opened a door into another part of myself, the sensual, primal self and was tapped in, as he liked to call it.
Tapped into what exactly, neither of us being exactly sure.
I could tell that Matteo was done shopping and pleased with his soon to be new purchases. He made the wink to the salesman who had been so eagerly assisting us. Matteo had a little secret about bringing me to shop with him at Barney’s he knew a few things I didn’t. He eventually told me, one day.
First, the older salesman who was so efficiently assisting them – was all eyes for me and had been since the first time Matteo had brought me along for a shopping spree. Second, Matteo was all eyes for the salesman and lastly, when I was surprised later by gifts he had bought me, unbeknownst to me, awed and amazed as to how well he purchased items that really worked for her frame – it was because his partner in crime was this salesman.
For a long time, I’d had no clue. No clue that I was lusted after by this anonymous salesman at Barney’s and how Matteo managed to always spoil me with such perfect fitting gifts.
Matteo explained that he enjoyed his time with me, enjoyed the eye-candy he got to appreciate while shopping and made good use of the salesman as he knew that every part of my body was pretty much seared in the poor man’s mind.
Blouses, bras, shoes, pants, socks – no matter what it was, he knew my stats quite well. It was delicious fun and I was one of the few people in the world he spoiled unabashedly.
He knew we came from entirely separate worlds, but I had been there for him when no one else was. Matteo was wealthy early in life by inheritance – but he had earned that inheritance the worst way possible when both of his parent’s died in a freak car accident the weekend after he graduated from High School. He eventually shared that if it weren’t for me, Matteo had contemplated joining them in their graves – by suicide.
Unlike some families, Matteo and his sexual preference had been entirely accepted and supported by his parents. An only child, he’d been very close to them. He had always been much of a shy loner. Initially very gangly and awkward in life, definitely not a jock and very much gay – he had made friends with me, the ‘pretty fat girl’ in our freshman year of High School. It was later, during his senior year that his body truly started to catch up with his handsome gene pool and he started to fill out a bit.
For me, Matteo had always been my least judgmental and most understanding friend. His homosexuality and my chubby teen years super-glued the two of us together. We joked around about how we had blossomed later in life. Now that college was done and out of the way, we were each enjoying our twenties and shared just about every juicy detail there was to know, with each other.
As the items were being rang up by the salesman and carefully wrapped to be taken home, I was musing over where we would go next. Shopping was usually followed by dinner and dinner was important. Semi-unconscious of myself, I had casually draped myself sideways over the counter, propped up on my arm and elbow. Much to Matteo’s amusement, I was providing an accidental but excellent cleavage shot to his sales partner in crime.
“Oh, look at that,” he said teasingly, “A teal brassiere today my dear?” His right eyebrow arched impossibly high.
I blushed furiously, jerking myself upright and giggled a bit when Matteo winked at me, an amused grin on his face. A homosexual man, he was more tuned into the bulging pants of the salesman and his flustered state. I, as usual, frequently clueless to my own sex appeal, was oblivious. Oblivious to the erection just a few short feet away from me. Matteo would clue me in later, in his SUV.
“What are you in the mood for, food-wise? Wanna eat out or eat in and go back to the casa?” Matteo asked, willing to follow my lead. He knew I had good instincts on how to best proceed with a Saturday evening.
“Let’s go to that Thai place on La Cienega and get take-out. I like that it’s a family place and their food is soooo good.”
Matteo nodded, agreeing, “Yeah, it feels like a sit by the pool and eat kind of night doesn’t it?”
I agreed, “It does indeed. I have an idea though, if you’re game.”
“I’m always game for one of your ideas.”
All purchases were finalized and a very happy salesman handed over the bags of clothing to his customers, a pleased smile on his face. As usual, I hadn’t noticed the extra bag included with Matteo’s personal purchases. Matteo liked to hand it to me, asking for her help in carrying out his bags. He’d give me the gifts later in the week and I’d have no idea I had helped carry them out of the store, myself.
He’d later tell me that as we exited, he looked back at the sexy salesman who was wistfully watching my cute, ample ass walk away. He shared that he thought it was fun tormenting the poor man, as he seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. At least he earned commission for his crush, it was sweet.
Chapter 16
{ An L.A. Evening by the Pool }
The L.A. evening made for a perfect night to dine by the pool-side. A bit chilly from the ocean breeze that blew in over the sprawling, one level, ranch-house home in Pacific Palisades.
I was inching my way closer to the outdoor, poolside fire-pit to warm up, waiting. Matteo liked my idea and I’d called a few select people to join us. The people invited were very much strategic choices. I wanted to see if I could spark some chemistry.
For Matteo, I invited Ted. For both of them, I invited Sue and Ray. For myself, I had invited my new-found crush, Amy.
The sun was doing its last dip behind the horizon of the ocean when Ted and his date arrived first. His date, Olly, an Aussie as it turned out, was smolderingly sexy in that gay-boy-just-becoming-a-man
way.
Matteo and I knew Ted from one of the gay clubs they went clubbing at on weekends. After bumping into him numerous times, literally and figuratively, we became acquainted enough to go to an early morning breakfast at Jerry’s Famous Deli on Ventura Boulevard.
Ted was in his mid-thirties, never boring, frequently scandalous and definitely overdramatic with a penchant for flair.
A columnist for an entertainment magazine, he was well connected amongst Hollywood circles in many unique and amusing ways. He was full of scandalous stories that were waiting to be told, some that I suspected were enhanced by his vivid, Scottish imagination.
There was always enough of the truth in them to capture my interest. Ted didn’t know it yet, but I read everything he wrote. I’d quickly figured out that he was exceptionally good at getting material on the famous. It seemed he appreciated divulging his sins in how he acquired getting said material.
Despite Ted’s average looks, he had crazy charisma and always had some hot smoldering stud on his arm. Smoldering studs that Matteo would always comment on in the days following our accidental meet-ups on the strip.
I’d noticed that it didn’t matter the type of man Ted had with him, Matteo was attracted to that man. I was hoping for the same result this evening. I suspected that Matteo was jealous of Ted’s unique type of dating good luck.
Ted shared that Olly was an up and coming, somewhat famous, Australian model. His Aussie accent and sun-kissed looks were very much appreciated by Matteo. I was secretly amused, as I noticed the nearly immediate eye-locking between Matteo and Olly. I wasn’t worried however since I knew Ted was horribly attracted to Matteo, no matter how much he feigned otherwise.
If my idea worked, everyone would be arriving at happy endings that evening.
While Matteo played host to Ted, guiding him into the kitchen to prepare adult beverages, I pulled Olly into a fun chat about one of his first loves, surfing. Olly shared that he was in L.A. for a series of modeling shoots and had decided to rent a place for the month, making the most of California surfing on his days off.
I noted how passionate he was describing the way it felt to swim in different waters from those of his native home in Sydney.
“You have to be a water sign,” I quipped, drinking the last of my first drink.
“What do you mean?” Olly’s curiosity was peaked.
“Astrologically, I mean. I’m guessing Pisces?”
He seemed momentarily stunned, “Yes, actually. How’d ya figure?” His Aussie accent lilting his surprised curiosity to a perfect pitch.
I shrugged casually, a wry smile on my face. It was a bit of a mystery to me how I knew these types of things about perfect strangers. I just did and had been startled over the years as my intuition often proved to be uncannily accurate.
Matteo and Ted returned to the poolside fire-pit and with them, they brought two more acquaintances that I had invited. These two, unlike the others – had nothing in the way to do with Hollywood, the entertainment industry or modeling.
Already laughing and gossiping, the bull dyke that was Sue was infectious no matter what she discussed. Sue was a butch lesbian, and very much comfortable in her skin. With short, dark hair – cut much like a man’s and a fan of simple ‘boy’ clothes, she was every bit as masculine as any man that I knew. A gym buff, she boasted a very sculpted and tight frame with defined muscles.
Sue’s close friend, Ray, was a bit more timid and reserved, but held his own, in his own way. A gently effeminate man with a soft-spoken presence, and elegant mannerisms. Ray had likely never even stepped into a gym. He was a bookworm type who was employed as a librarian. His presence was calming and he emitted a sincere genuineness that was rare and something that I greatly admired. No that it was any of my business really, but I wondered if Ray was being properly appreciated by someone – a lover?
Usually, Sue and Ray were reserved for movie nights. Smart conversationalists who loved to poke fun at everything trendy and mainstream, they were like a funny, amicable, old married couple with none of the sexual intimacy. Each had grabbed a beer while in the house and would most likely drink beer for the remainder of the evening.
Shortly thereafter, Amy arrived and with her arrival, the tempo of the evening shifted. The performer in me was stimulated and emboldened with alcohol and good company. I couldn’t help but flirt with Amy.
Amy didn’t seem to mind – in fact, she was altogether receptive to it.
It was the mingling of the contradictions that I was counting on. What they all had in common. But it was this that allowed for the evening to find an erotic, exploratory tempo that flowed fluidly on its own course.
My strategy behind those invited was that they were all so relaxed, in their own way. Not prudish. Open-minded and easy-going. I already knew I could steer conversation towards discussion of the sexual. What I was wondering and secretly hoping was if I could influence or encourage anyone to act on it?
That was the trick. How to move from discussion to action.
Eventually conversation found its way to how Amy and I met. We blushed furiously at the same time, as if on cue. Matteo stepped in, to our rescue and explained how we had recently done a very unique casting audition with the other, omitting the succulent part about the lip-locking and that I had played a male lead’s part.
Amy suddenly revealed, as if she had been holding it in and was ready to burst, that she had been cast for the movie we’d auditioned for.
I was secretly thrilled. It was the first I’d heard about it and loved that this was how I was finding out about the outcome. As Amy indulged some of the details with unabashed excitement, we all witnessed the star power she possessed.
Not many had it, Amy did. Anyone could see it.
Ted listened attentively, quickly cluing in when Amy mentioned who the Producer was that was doing the project. I removed myself a bit from the conversation, falling silent so I could focus on listening and observing.
“What about you Clara, have you heard back yet?” Olly asked in naïve earnestness.
I winked at him, stating quietly enough for him alone to hear, “My goal was a bit different. Mission accomplished, that’s all I can say for now.”
He grinned back at me, nodding as he absorbed what it was that I was implying.
Conversation continued, guests mingled, drinks were made and drunk – the evening was moving along enjoyably with a good setting, good company and inhibitions were melting away as former strangers turned into acquaintances and acquaintances bonded closer.
The spark of attraction was very much activated.
The mood set with the right type of social lubrication, a few select choices in music and then the right timing when tipsily, having mostly forgotten my original, naughty intentions of bringing this select group together, I decided two hours later into the gathering, that Amy and I would re-enact our audition from earlier that week to entertain the small group of guests.
Once the initial nervousness had been pushed aside, the kissing between the two of us escalated quickly to that point, back to that place in time at the audition where they had first felt the chemistry between each other.
I was thrilled to realize my assessment of Amy had been right on the mark. Performers we may both be, but what I had felt between us, was real. I had left that audition absolutely wanting to maul and taste every cute, blonde inch of Amy’s petite body. Maybe it was residue from the Hollywood orgy, I didn’t know or care.
All I knew was that I had my mouth locked on Amy’s now and wasn’t going to let a good thing slip away, onlookers or not.
I wasn’t entirely sure how Sue got in the mix, all I knew was that at some point, a third person was slowly undressing both of us. Once Amy’s pert, petite tits were liberated from her push-up bra, I immediately wrapped my lips around one of them, suckling gently at first on her hardening nipples. Sue made sure her advances were welcome and began to do the same to Amy’s othe
r breast.
Amy was moaning in delight, her face full of disbelief at her own behavior. “You two… Oh god, oh god… you two… I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
I suspected that Amy was emboldened by the change her life was taking, that was just around the corner. Being cast for a major movie role had been a dream come true for her. She wanted to play, explore, and frolic with these new acquaintances to celebrate.
She’d one day reveal that she had always wondered what it would be like to be sexual with a woman and that she liked me.
At some point, the three of us went from being vertical to horizontal, with Amy remaining the center of Sue and I’s coordinated efforts. The more tongues and limbs became entangled, the quicker the three of us forgot about the ‘audience’ watching in amused disbelief.
I enjoyed tag-teaming Amy, with Sue’s more masculine approach, more than I had ever imagined I would. It was Sue who first got her hands inside of Amy’s petite pussy and brought her to her first climax of the evening.
The guys watched at first, a bit awe-struck by the shift that had happened right before their eyes. It was Olly who finally decided he wasn’t going to be out done by three women, and pulled Matteo into his own lip lock.
Matteo had been lounging elegantly on a poolside chaise lounge and was stunned at first, if only to put on a pretense, since Ted was sitting right there. Ted didn’t miss his window of opportunity either and it soon became clear that Matteo was going to be tag teamed by Olly and Ted.
Ray spent the majority of the evening watching, in fascination, the orgiastic triages before him. His face alternated from true surprise, sometimes a bit of arousal, and buzzed voyeuristic pleasure…
* * *
The next morning, when all parties had crawled out of luxurious beds, showered and were breakfasting, I was informed by Ted at the breakfast table that I was invited to an event he was attending later that week.
