Vengeance

by Susan Lewis

  ‘Has she been talking to you about me?’

  ‘No. I don’t give her the chance. But I can see the way she looks at you. That’s something we’ll have to work on at a later date, I don’t want you worrying yourself now about anything other than the movie.’

  Kirsten smiled and looking down smoothed the hair from Tom’s face. ‘I suppose I’d better put this young man back into bed,’ she said, leaning forward to set her glass on the table.

  ‘Go on, I’ll do it, you look just about all in.’

  As Laurence took Tom from her Kirsten gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek then felt her heart swell at the way his head flopped on to Laurence’s shoulder as he put an arm around Laurence’s neck. Even in sleep it seemed he knew when he was with his father and seeing the way Laurence’s strong arms wrapped around him so protectively Kirsten could only wonder how Pippa had ever been able to leave them.

  ‘Have you managed to speak to Pippa yet?’ Kirsten asked as Laurence came back into the room.

  ‘No. It seems she and Zaccheo are over in London. Jane said she rang here earlier though, but Tom was asleep so Pippa told her to leave him. Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Jane.’

  ‘Mm?’ Kirsten said, getting to her feet. ‘What about her?’

  ‘Well it seems she’s got some notion into her head that she might be intruding . . .’

  ‘Intruding? In what way?’

  ‘On us. I told her, she’s part of the family, but I think she’d like to hear it from you too.’

  ‘Of course,’ Kirsten said. ‘God, we can’t have her feeling like that. Although,’ she went on, resting her head on Laurence’s shoulder as they walked towards the bedroom, ‘I’ve told you before that I think she should have more of a life of her own. In fact, now don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now . . .’

  ‘What’s that?’ he said.

  ‘Well, sometimes it feels like I’ve just slipped into Pippa’s shoes. I have her husband, her son and I have her nanny too. Well obviously I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, change you and Tom, but Jane . . . No, hear me out,’ she said as he closed the door. ‘I’m not suggesting we fire her, God forbid. All I’m saying is, if we can help her build something of a life for herself, you know with Billy or Ken or whatever he’s called, or with someone else come to that . . . Well, don’t you think it would be better for her?’

  ‘I don’t know, maybe you’re right,’ Laurence said thoughtfully. ‘But Tom’s got so attached to her now.’

  ‘That’s what I mean. She needs to have children of her own.’

  ‘So do we,’ he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking hold of her hands.

  Kirsten smiled as her heart overflowed. ‘I know,’ she said, ‘and we will – but we can’t be selfish about this Laurence. Jane gives us far too much of herself as it is, we should do something for her in return. But we don’t need to discuss this now, we can do it when we get back to London. When the movie’s edited and on the screen even. There’s no rush, it was just a thought and to be perfectly honest I don’t want to let her go at all. In fact, I can’t even begin to imagine what we’d do without her. I just want to be fair to her, that’s all.’

  ‘Sure. And you’re right, you need to make your own stamp on our lives. I’m just not convinced that getting rid of Jane is the right way to go.’

  ‘We’re not getting rid of her, darling. We’re keeping her with us until we know for certain that she’s found somewhere she’ll be happy. And if it turns out that she’s only going to be happy with us, then that’s where she’ll stay. But for her sake, let’s at least give her a chance of finding out.’

  ‘OK, you got it,’ he yawned. ‘Now get into this bed and get yourself some sleep will you?’

  ‘Sleep? But I thought we were going to make babies?’

  ‘Sure, we’re gonna do that too.’

  But by the time Kirsten came back from the bathroom he was fast asleep right where she’d left him.

  Over the next couple of days a barely submerged hilarity started creeping into the shoot. Elizabeth was now on the set and her repartee with Jake and Jean-Paul and the stunts the three of them were pulling to make Kirsten and Laurence laugh, was turning the off-camera moments into nothing short of a pantomime.

  The high spirits continued all Friday morning by which time Kirsten was aching she had laughed so much, particularly at Jake who was professing to have fallen for Frank DeCarter’s on-screen character and kept mincing around him, goosing him and pursing his lips for a kiss. In the end Frank got hold of him, pressed his firmly closed mouth right over Jake’s and wildly wiggled his head. Jake roared his protest which all but brought the house down at which point David called lunch and someone outside obligingly rang the plantation bell summoning all slaves to the location caterers.

  It was early afternoon before Kirsten saw Laurence again when he came to join her in a small room at the back of the house which had been transformed into a library. She was watching the stunt and effects coordinators who were setting up for the outbreak of the fire. She smiled when she saw Laurence come in, but the smile disappeared when he came to stand so close behind her that she could feel the desire gathering like a storm in her lower body.

  ‘How long do you reckon we’ve got before they go for the next scene?’ he whispered.

  Kirsten glanced over to where a dry-ice machine and stacks of books were being carried in through the back door of the house. ‘An hour? Maybe more,’ she answered.

  Laurence nodded. ‘That’s about what I reckon,’ he said, and turning away he started back out of the room.

  ‘Cold?’ he said, as Kirsten fell into step beside him and drew her fur-lined coat tighter around her.

  ‘A bit,’ she answered, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

  ‘I just took Elizabeth over to the slave quarters,’ he said as they strolled out into the garden heading towards Kirsten’s trailer. ‘She seems pretty OK about it all now.’

  ‘Good. I hoped it would work, bringing her scenes forward. How do you feel about it?’

  ‘I’ll be glad when it’s done,’ he answered with an ironic smile.

  ‘You and me both,’ Kirsten laughed, waving to Jane and Helena who were sitting on the steps of Laurence’s trailer. ‘Fortunately we haven’t had any voodoo scenes leading up to it this time. I think that freaked everyone last time, don’t you?’

  ‘Mmm, a bit. By the way, did you get a chance to look over the latest budget report yet?’

  ‘Yes,’ Kirsten nodded. ‘It didn’t look too bad at first glance, but on a second look . . . We’re overspending badly, aren’t we?’

  ‘It’s serious, but not critical.’

  ‘We’ll go over it now, shall we? I’ve made some notes, in fact, there are some other things I want you to take a look at too,’ she added as they reached her trailer. ‘The publicity people dropped off some artwork earlier and the stills guy wants us to look at some contacts of Elizabeth and Jean-Paul, I think I’ve got them with me. Oh, and Carrie rang earlier to say that the video of Helena’s dance routine has arrived.’

  ‘Good,’ he said, pulling open the door. ‘But don’t show it until we come to pick up the scene again.’

  ‘OK.’

  Laurence followed her inside and closed the door behind him. ‘So where’s this budget report,’ he said, his eyes starting to widen as Kirsten removed her coat. She was wearing a much shorter skirt than normal, a black bustier that barely contained her breasts and a pair of thigh-high black boots. She most certainly hadn’t been wearing that this morning so obviously she’d changed some time over lunch.

  Kirsten was still talking as though there was nothing untoward in her attire and as she hung her coat on the back of the door and started across the trailer, Laurence ignored the stirrings in his groin and barely disguising his smile went along with the charade.

  ‘Here are the contacts,’ she said, picking up a lar
ge brown envelope and sliding them out. ‘I took a brief look through earlier and have circled some already – I think these here,’ she said, handing him one sheet, ‘portray the right degree of passion,’ she flicked through the others. ‘Ah, and here, take a look at these, the humour in Jean-Paul’s eyes is terrific.’

  As he took them she perched herself on the edge of the desk and rested one foot on the corner of his chair. Her firm, smooth thighs were bare and as she leaned forward to watch him leafing through the contacts he was acutely aware of the way her breasts were spilling from the flimsy lace cups.

  ‘I’m not too keen on Elizabeth’s costume here,’ Laurence remarked. ‘It doesn’t have enough colour. Did the stills guy blow any up?’

  ‘Only half a dozen,’ Kirsten answered, straightening up. Her dark nipples were now showing in half moons and Laurence could feel himself hardening. Then, as she turned to pick up the ten by eights, her legs parted and he saw instantly that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  His eyes were alive with laughter, but his voice was perfectly grave as he took the blow-ups from her, saying, ‘Sure, you’re right about the expressions here, but there’s going to have to be some touching up. See the lines here around her eyes? And the neck. Get him to sort that and we’ll take a look again.’

  Kirsten took the photographs back and put them on the desk behind her, at the same time picking up a wad of colour photocopies of the artwork. ‘The originals are out at the production office,’ she said, passing them to him, ‘together with the lettering.’

  ‘Mmm,’ Laurence said, looking through them. ‘They’re a bit yellow, don’t you think? Or is that just the photocopier?’

  ‘No, they’re yellow. Grant’s going to do something about that, but he gave me these just to show the general idea.’ At that moment her telephone rang and as she leaned across to answer it her left breast broke free of the basque.

  ‘Yes, he’s right here,’ she said, passing the phone to Laurence. ‘It’s Sonya for you.’

  Laurence stood up to take the phone, as he did he drew Kirsten’s nipple deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Kirsten’s eyes fluttered closed, then suddenly he let her go and started to speak to Sonya who was relaying the messages that had come in from the UK overnight.

  As he listened Laurence turned to sit beside Kirsten on the edge of the desk. Kirsten got up and falling to her knees in front of him started to unbutton his jeans. By now Laurence’s erection was pounding, but as she licked and kissed him, then took him right into her mouth, he continued to give Sonya instructions as to how she should deal with his messages.

  Eventually he rang off and as he replaced the receiver Kirsten got back to her feet and continued as though nothing had happened. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘I think we should leave any further decisions over artwork and stills until we’ve talked to Grant and Alison. Shall we take a look at the budget now?’

  ‘Sure.’

  Laurence moved back to his chair, making no attempt to cover his penis and Kirsten sat on the desk, this time lifting both feet onto his chair and displaying herself totally.

  ‘I see here that you’re still waiting for Alison’s latest figures,’ she said, picking up the computer printout and starting to unfold it, ‘but she’s already warned us of the overspend. Have we had the figures from the effects guys yet?’ she said looking up.

  ‘Tomorrow,’ he said, taking her knees and pulling her legs even wider apart.

  ‘But at the moment it looks like they’re under? They don’t know it of course, because you told them they had less to spend than we’d allocated. I think we should pour more into Jake’s budget, if there’s anything . . .’ her voice faltered as Laurence leaned forward to look at the print out and at the same time pushed his fingers deep inside her. ‘going begging,’ she added weakly.

  She managed to keep going for some time, suggesting reallocations, proposing tighter measures, until he started to circle her clitoris with his thumb.

  ‘Oh God, don’t ever stop doing that,’ she murmured letting the printout fall to the floor and lifting her feet to the arms of his chair. Supporting her arched back by resting her hands on the desk behind her, she moaned softly as he removed his hand and put his tongue where his fingers had been.

  It was as the first waves of orgasm started to coast through her that the door was suddenly wrenched open.

  ‘I knew it!’ Ruby screamed, as both Kirsten and Laurence swung round. ‘I knew I’d find something like this going on here. You filthy bitch, getting my son to lick your cunt!’

  Laurence was on his feet. ‘Get out of here!’ he yelled. ‘Get out now!’ and pushing her back through the door he slammed it in her face and locked it.

  ‘Jesus Christ!’ he muttered breathlessly. ‘Sometimes that woman just goes too far . . .’

  He turned to find Kirsten hunched over her knees, her body shaking convulsively. He moved quickly back to her, half afraid she was crying. ‘Jesus, don’t let her get to you,’ he said, lifting her into his arms. ‘She had no goddamned right coming in here like that . . . Kirsten? Kirsten, are you laughing?’

  She lifted her head and Laurence’s mouth curved in a wry grin when he saw that she was almost beside herself. ‘That’ll teach us to lock the door,’ she gasped. ‘Of all the positions to catch us in. Her precious boy with his head between the enemy’s legs.’

  ‘Well I’m sure glad you can see the funny side,’ he grunted.

  ‘Even funnier is the fact that you’re still on display, my darling.’

  Laurence looked down at his semi-erect penis, then back up to Kirsten. ‘Oh shit, who the hell cares?’ he grinned.

  Kirsten slipped off the desk and went to put her arms around his neck. ‘Do we get to finish this scene?’ she murmured as his hands moved beneath her skirt and started to caress her buttocks. She didn’t wait for an answer, but dropped down to her knees and sucked him until he was rigid.

  It was some time before he eased himself gently out of her mouth, then pulling her back to her feet he kissed her tenderly, lifted her breasts right out of their cups and turned her so that she was facing away from him.

  ‘I hope you’re ready for this,’ he said, standing so close behind her that his penis was brushing against her buttocks, ‘’cos I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Kirsten Meredith, you’re not gonna know what day of the week it is,’ and putting a hand at the back of her neck he pushed her forward across the desk.

  ‘Oh God, Laurence,’ she groaned as she felt him start to enter her.

  ‘Open your legs,’ he murmured, pulling back and pushing into her again. ‘Wider.’

  Kirsten did, then gripped the edge of the desk as he slammed the full length of himself right into her. ‘Oh God, Laurence, Laurence,’ she cried, as he held onto her hips and started jerking himself savagely in and out of her. Kirsten’s arms spread across the desk, she opened her legs even wider and Laurence pounded so hard into her that in a matter of seconds her orgasm started to break around him. She shuddered and convulsed, tears burned in her eyes as great surging sensations swelled and eddied and coursed through the depths of her body. The feel of him, so hard and so unyielding inside her was unbelievable. But he wasn’t going to let her go, and the blatant carnality of his fiercely pounding hips was already firing her to renewed heights of ecstasy.

  ‘Oh yes, yes,’ she moaned. ‘Fuck me, Laurence. Fuck me hard . . .’

  Suddenly he pulled himself out of her, spun her on to her back, lifted her legs and plunged into her again. ‘Now tell me to fuck you,’ he growled.

  She looked up at him, still dazed from her orgasm and the dizzying power of so many sensations raging inside her. ‘Fuck me, Laurence,’ she gasped. ‘Push your cock right up inside . . . Oooh, Laurence,’ she groaned, as he ground himself viciously against her.

  Again and again his hand cracked against the quivering soft flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were so distended they felt they might explode, and it was as he stooped to take one in his mouth that her seco
nd orgasm began to erupt in pulsating, searing, tumultuous currents. And still he was there, harder than ever before, thrusting deeper and deeper into the burning heat of her, squeezing and tugging her breasts, until he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. As he fell across her her arms and legs closed around him. His mouth sought hers and as their tongues entwined so his seed started its rapid, fervent ascent into her body.

  ‘Jesus Christ,’ he seethed into her open mouth as his body was seized by the shuddering release. ‘Christ, Kirstie!’ he choked, as her fingers found his testicles and gently kneaded and squeezed them. He pushed his arms under her and held her tightly against him as again and again he rammed himself into her, driving every last seed from his body into hers.

  A few minutes later they were still lying across the desk, breathing heavily and holding each other close though Kirsten’s legs had fallen from his waist. Laurence’s eyes were closed, but as Kirsten turned her head to look at him, he opened them and she could see all the love he felt for her reflected in their clouded depths.

  ‘How did life ever get to be this good?’ he said softly.

  Kirsten smiled. ‘I love you,’ she whispered, then felt as though her heart was expanding throughout her chest as he raised himself up, looked long into her eyes, then kissed her so tenderly, so lovingly that though they were vaguely aware of the commotion on the set, could hear people running around and yelling to each other, it was as though they were enclosed in a world entirely their own.

  ‘So what do you reckon?’ Kirsten murmured after a while. ‘Is Ruby going to tell everyone what she’s just seen in here? Incidentally, you do realize she called you her son when she burst in, don’t you? Anyone might have heard.’

  Laurence nodded. ‘Yeah, but I don’t see what difference it makes, people knowing.’ Again he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip between his own. He groaned softly as her inner-muscles clenched him. ‘I don’t have the energy to do it again,’ he said ruefully.

  Kirsten shook her head, resignedly. ‘Just my luck to find myself an old man,’ she said as the plantation bell started to ring. ‘I suppose that’s their subtle way of summoning us,’ she laughed, ‘so we’d better get back out there, they should be about ready for a rehearsal by now.’