by Jamie Hill
"Hey, you want these flowers?” Troy called after him. “Give them to someone, get a little lucky?"
Dave thought about it for a moment, and then smiled. “Sure, thanks.” He picked up the box and left the room.
The taping of Kismet lasted about two hours, and went smoothly. The audience was raucous, waving signs and mugging for the camera when it turned on them. Troy was amused by the number of propositions he got via signs in the audience. He was looking over tonight's crop when one sign caught his eye.
Troy! I'm your biggest fan! Love, LeAnn. He strained to get a glimpse of this fan, assuming she was the same person who sent the roses. He couldn't see her through the crowd of people and signs, and the next chance he had to look for the sign, it was gone.
Troy was in a wonderful mood when he finished taping. He was looking forward to his evening. With a live-in girlfriend, it was rare that he had time to do ‘guy’ stuff, and the prospect made him almost giddy. Carrie needed to go out of town more often. He was scrubbing his face in the make-up room when Dave slipped in behind him.
"Hey, there you are. I need a rain check for dinner."
"What the hell are you talking about?” Troy threw down his towel and turned to face Dave.
His friend was grinning from ear to ear. “I gave the roses to Tina in wardrobe, and my prospects for the evening went right through the roof—if you know what I mean."
"Oh, jeez, Evans. I thought we had plans. You're standing me up?"
Dave grinned again, and Troy thought he looked like a silly puppy. “I'll make it up to you, I promise. This is just too good of an opportunity to waste. You understand..."
Troy shook his head and waved Dave off. “Go on, go on. You can tell me all about it tomorrow. It'll probably be the highlight of my week."
"Thanks, buddy. Talk to you tomorrow!” Dave, still grinning, slipped out. Troy pouted a bit before meandering out to his car. He stood in the parking lot smoking a cigarette, trying to decide what to do. He still wanted a drink, and maybe a bite to eat. There was a club he knew of close by which was usually quiet and fan-free, so he drove there.
"Bourbon, neat,” he told the bartender as he hoisted himself on to a barstool. He lit up a cigarette, and the bartender slid him an ashtray with his drink. “Thanks.” Troy nodded, and turned sideways to check out the activity in the room. He was surprised when he felt hot breath on the back of his neck.
"Got a light?"
Troy turned toward the female voice and saw an attractive, well-built blond standing close to him. She had an unlit cigarette in her hand and a smile on her face.
He raised his lighter and she brought the cigarette to her lips. He lit it, and she inhaled deeply. “Thanks,” she said softly.
"Anytime.” He watched her sit down, leaving one empty stool between them.
"Could I have a Screaming Orgasm?” she asked the bartender who smiled at her and nodded.
Troy looked her over. Yes, I believe you could. Hell, I bet I could, too. He was silent but continued to watch as she received her drink and took a sip.
"Is it good?"
She looked at him. “Excuse me?"
"The Screaming Orgasm. Is it good?"
She ran a finger around the rim of her glass. “It's my very favorite."
He chuckled and fiddled with his pack of smokes. “The names they give drinks..."
Pulling a drag on her own cigarette, she said, “Are there different names for them back east?"
He looked at her questioningly.
"I did detect a New York accent, didn't I?” She batted her eyes.
He smiled then and nodded. “Guilty. And yes, some of the drink names are completely different there."
"What brings you here?” she asked him, rotating her swizzle stick.
"Work,” was his simple reply. If she didn't know who he was, he wasn't going to tell her.
She nodded. “I just moved to California myself for work. It's beautiful here, but lonely when you don't know anyone."
Troy moved over to the barstool next to hers. “A beautiful woman like you should never be lonely."
She smiled slyly at him. “I'm sure a handsome man like you wouldn't know anything about that."
"You might be surprised.” He looked her over, becoming more and more interested.
"Yeah, maybe I would,” she said simply, and finished her drink.
Troy was trying to decide who she reminded him of. He finally decided it was the Farrah Fawcett swimsuit poster he had in his room as a boy. This woman had the Farrah flip hairstyle down perfectly. It was a dated look, but it worked for her. She had more up top than Farrah did, he couldn't help noticing, and her tight black dress displayed it nicely. He tossed back the last of his drink, wondering if what he was about to do was smart. No, it probably wasn't, but he did it anyway.
"I was thinking about getting a bite to eat. Would you be interested in joining me?"
She smiled. “That sounds nice."
Troy extinguished his cigarette and stood up. She was reaching for her purse when he said, “I've got this,” and tossed a twenty on the bar.
"Thanks.” She stood up next to him.
He put his hand on the small of her back to guide her out. “I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Troy."
She smiled at him again. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Troy. I'm LeAnn."
The name threw him for a loop. “LeAnn ... were you by any chance at the Kismet taping tonight?"
She looked at him innocently. “I'm sorry, what's Kismet?"
He relaxed a bit. “Oh, it's a TV show. I was at the taping earlier, and someone there was named LeAnn."
She shook her head. “Must have been a different LeAnn."
They reached his silver Mercedes. “Do you want to follow me, or—"
Putting her hand on the passenger door handle, she said, “Nah. I'll pick up my car later. Gee, this is really nice.” She was in his car before Troy had a chance to assist her.
"Thanks,” he said, and shut her door. He walked around to the driver's side door and got in.
"I really like your car, Troy,” she said with a slightly glazed look in her eyes.
For one moment, Troy wondered what he was doing. Then she smiled and he remembered. He was going to get lucky tonight.
He started driving and asked, “What are you in the mood for?"
She reached her hand over and rested it on his knee. “Funny you should ask."
Troy's face flushed slightly, and he said, “I meant food. There are several good restaurants—"
LeAnn squeezed his knee, and said, “Troy, we don't have to go to a restaurant if you don't want to. We could just go to your place."
He looked at her quickly and then back at the road, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He didn't know this woman—he couldn't take her to his place. He had recently moved because of fans causing trouble at his last rental house and his location now was intentionally private. He lied to her. “I've got a house full of people right now—some houseguests and their friends. It would be very crowded there."
"My place is a total mess—I'm still moving in and there are boxes everywhere.” She smiled. “There's always a motel."
Troy glanced over at her. “Are you sure, LeAnn? I'm not looking for a relationship right now..."
"Troy...” She squeezed his knee again. “Neither am I. Just some companionship and a little fun."
He shot her one last glance and let her cleavage make the decision for him. She was definitely attractive, and he wouldn't mind a little fun himself. “I know a place, if you're sure."
She leaned back into her seat. “Absolutely sure."
Troy pulled into the motel parking lot and retrieved some cash from his wallet. “Could I ask you to rent the room? I'd rather no one sees me go in here..."
LeAnn took the money and gave him a smirk. “Well, that's flattering. What, like your wife or something?"
He just smiled. “Or something. Do you mind?"
/> She gave him a tiny pout, and then licked her lips seductively. “No, I don't mind. I'll be right back."
He watched her get out of his car and walk into the office. The thought occurred to him that she could be a hooker, or even an undercover police officer. He sincerely hoped not, but he wasn't thinking with the head on his shoulders tonight.
She returned quickly with a key and a smile. “Room 218. It's in the back, he said."
"Thank you, LeAnn.” Troy flashed her one of his charming smiles, and drove around to the room. He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. She handed him the keycard to the room, and he opened it up. They stepped in and looked around. “Not bad,” he said.
Before he could say anything else, LeAnn slammed the door and was on him, kissing him passionately. He took a second to compose himself, and then went with the feelings sweeping through him. He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss forcefully.
"Oh, Troy,” she murmured. “Make love to me, Troy.” She pulled his shirt out of his slacks so she could run her hands up his bare back.
He reached around behind her and unzipped her dress, dropping it to the floor. His hands immediately went for her breasts, which were now encased in the tiniest scrap of black lace. He cupped her with his hands, and then leaned down and ran his tongue over one nipple through the lace.
"Oh yeah,” LeAnn moaned, yanking down her strapless bra and exposing both breasts to Troy's hot mouth.
He groaned at the delicious sight before him, and circled the pointy nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth and devouring it. With LeAnn writhing against him, he switched sides, rolling the first nipple between his thumb and forefinger and working the second one over with his mouth. He sucked the nipple until it grew big and hard, a condition his cock was also experiencing.
LeAnn reached for his belt, and then the zipper on his trousers. Her hand snaked into his boxers and clasped on his shaft. “Oh, Troy, your cock is huge. I want it in me, now.” She maintained her grasp on him and they fell back onto the bed. His pants were barely around his ankles as she was opening herself up and guiding him in.
"LeAnn, wait.” He fumbled in his pocket for a condom.
"You don't have to use that, sweetie,” she breathed into his neck.
"Um, yeah, we do,” he said firmly, so she grabbed the packet, ripped through the foil with her teeth and rolled it on him.
He fell under her spell of urgency, and let her guide his cock where she wanted it. She was like a wildcat, thrashing and reeling underneath him, as Troy thrust into her again and again. Her fingers gripped his back, her nails almost drawing blood where she clasped him. “Oh, Troy!” she growled. “I'm coming..."
"Come on.” He thrust one more time, and felt the convulsions when they began to wrack her body. Her pussy tightened around his throbbing cock, and he exploded.
When they had both stopped shuddering, Troy collapsed back onto the bed. He wiped the sweat off his brow, and said, “Wow. That was ... intense...” Tossing the used condom into the bedside trash can, he looked around. The bed was barely mussed, and he still wore most of his clothes.
LeAnn smiled and rolled up next to him. “It was lovely."
He smiled at her. “Yeah, it was. A little on the frantic side, but what the hell?"
She laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest.
Troy started to sit up, but she pushed him back on the bed. “Relax, Troy,” she told him, and kissed his lips softly. LeAnn trailed her kisses down his neck and lower. She licked and flicked his nipples with her tongue, then sucked them.
It amused him how frequently she said his name. It also seemed a little strange, and something about it was niggling at him, but he couldn't think of what. When her mouth dipped past his navel, he stopping thinking all together.
She worked her way down to his flaccid penis and stroked it. “Poor, tired baby.” She licked it with tiny kitten strokes, and when it came back to life, she sucked it into her mouth. “Oh, Troy, you taste wonderful.” She licked and sucked on him for the longest time, and it felt exquisite. There wasn't much hope of him coming again so soon, but his shaft was extremely sensitive.
Finally he pressed her shoulders back and leaned up. “My turn."
LeAnn smiled as he laid her back on the bed and straddled her. He kissed her softly, then with more force, as his tongue darted into her mouth and danced against hers. They both groaned as their tongues intertwined, and Troy pressed into her so his hard shaft nudged her belly.
She whimpered in complaint as his mouth left hers, but when he found her breasts, she was placated and arched her back. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, pressing her hand to the back of his head. “Suck me, Troy, suck my tits..."
He worked on them one at a time, sucking and licking with all his energy. He stopped only because her nipples were red and swollen, but as he worked his mouth downward, LeAnn's hands found her nipples and she squeezed them herself.
Troy spread her legs and looked at her tight snatch, surrounded by a neatly manicured strip of light brown hair. He ran his hands over her mound, and opened her folds to find her clit. Working it around with his finger, he slowly lowered his mouth and began licking it. “Um, delicious,” he murmured, his face buried inside her.
"Troy, that feels so good,” she moaned as he ate her. Her pussy was dripping wet now, and he took the opportunity to insert a finger inside it. She writhed as he finger fucked her and sucked her clit. “Oh my God, Troy!” she moaned again. He pulled his finger out, and ran it lightly around her puckering anus. “Yes, Troy!” she called to him “Stick it in my ass! Oh, please!"
He smiled at her urgency, and slipped the slick finger into her hole. “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked her, as he worked the finger in and out.
"Um, yes,” she sighed. “Put one in my pussy, too,” she commanded. “Fill me up ... eat me ... Oh, Troy ... talk to me ... I want to hear your voice..."
He chuckled to himself at her instructions—he was only one man, after all. He inserted a finger back into her pussy and pumped it along with the one in her ass. He licked her clit and murmured to her in between laps, “LeAnn, come on, love. I want you to come for me. Spill your hot juice all over me. After you do, I'm going to climb on top of you and fuck you again, because I'm as hard as a rock right now."
She was writhing and moaning in ecstasy. “Tell me you love me, Troy!” she ordered.
He hesitated, and she continued “It's okay—you don't have to mean it—just tell me you love me and make me come for you."
Troy, caught up in the moment and the expression on her beautiful face, said, “Of course I love you, sweetheart."
LeAnn exploded into a quivering mass, and her shudders aroused him to an almost painful state. He pulled his fingers out slowly and grabbed another condom. This one he put on himself, because she was zoned out in her own little orgasmic world. He enjoyed the expression on her face, and knew it was about to get better. Pushing her legs apart again, he shoved himself in between them and plunged his cock into her.
LeAnn's eyes flew open as Troy entered her again. “Ooh, baby!” she hollered, and he grinned as she wrapped her legs around him and bucked wildly.
"Here.” He stopped for a moment and pushed her knees toward her head. His cock slid deeper into her, and he rested his hands on her knees. “Like that?” he smiled, and she whooped.
"Oh yeah! Fuck me, Troy! Fuck me, baby! Yeah!"
Troy laughed at her exhilaration, but he found her one very hot piece of ass, and it took just a few minutes at that pace to send them both round the bend again. He shuddered and collapsed on top of her one last time in an exhausted but very satisfied heap.
Neither of them moved for a long time. He finally flopped off of her, and she curled up next to him with her head on his chest.
"That was wonderful,” she told him. “Thank you so much."
He smiled at her. “Thank you.” He kissed her forehead. “It was ex
quisite."
"But you know what?” she asked.
"Hmm?"
"Now I'm starving!"
He laughed and agreed, “Me, too. Worked up an appetite, I guess."
She leaned up so he could sit. “Shall we get something?” She reached for her clothes.
Troy yawned, and reached for his things, too. “Maybe something quick. I'm feeling beat all of a sudden."
LeAnn smiled. “Fast food is fine with me. Can you drive a Mercedes through McDonald's?"
He shrugged. “If I can learn to drive on the California freeways, I can do anything."
They finished dressing, and left in search of food. They got a couple hamburgers and fries at the Big Boy Drive-Thru, and parked while they ate.
"This was good,” he finally told her.
"Yes, it was,” she agreed. “Can we do it again?"
He looked at her, and she smiled. “I know,” she said, “no commitments. Just fun."
He thought about it. Carrie was working in Chicago. This had been a good time, maybe once—or twice—more wouldn't hurt anything. “Can I call you tomorrow?” he asked.
She nodded, looking in her purse for a pen and paper. She wrote down her number and left it with him as he dropped her at her car.
* * * *
Troy was in a great mood the next day when he went to work. Dave promised him dinner and date details that night after the show taping, but the following evening was free, and Troy decided to call LeAnn. He punched her number into his cell phone and hummed to himself, getting a hard-on just thinking about her.
"Hello,” she answered on the second ring.
"LeAnn?” he asked.
"Troy, hello! I'm so glad you called. I've been thinking about you."
"I've been thinking about you, too,” he replied truthfully, and adjusted his briefs to ease the pressure of his bulging cock. “I didn't know if I'd catch you at home, or if you were working. I never asked what you do."
"I work in internet sales, so I can pretty much set my own hours."
"That's good,” he told her. “I was hoping we could get together tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow?” she sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, I'm busy tonight ... tomorrow is the best I can do...” Troy trailed off, and there was silence on her end. It pissed him off. He didn't need the complications, hissy fits, and all the crap that went with a relationship, he already had that. One more time with LeAnn, and then he was going to break it off. “LeAnn?” he asked quietly.
