Siobhán and Gabhain at 241 Harper's Cove

by Deanndra Hall

  Gabhain goes downstairs ahead of time and let’s Rhonda do anything he needs done to be ready. Michael is next to show up, and then Belinda. Russell is the last one. “Sorry,” he says as I open the back door. “I didn’t think I’d ever get away from her.”

  “No worries. Everybody’s already on set,” I tell him and watch as he heads down the stairs.

  They’ve all gotten the script ahead of time, but they go over it again as they’re sitting there on the set. Since he’s younger and more limber, Michael will be under her so he can pump up into her pussy. Gabhain will be behind her to use her ass, and Russell will step in and do her face. Her chest and face are pink, flushed with excitement. “You’re sure you want to do this?” Kelso asks her for the fifth or sixth time.

  “I’m positive! This is so exciting!” she squeals and it makes me laugh. “I know, you’ve probably done this before, but it’s new for me!”

  “Yeah, I’ve done it a few times, but I have to admit, I like it a lot,” I tell her and watch Gabhain smile.

  The script starts out simply enough. Wife and her husband’s brother at her house, watching TV―that’s Belinda and Michael. Knock at the door and guy comes in―that’s Gabhain, the husband. Husband starts fondling wife, then suggests that they all go into the bedroom.

  “You mean you want to share me?” Belinda says, reciting her lines.

  “I think it’ll be fun, don’t you?” Gabhain asks, and Belinda just nods. “It’s not like he’s a stranger,” he tells her.

  Kelso yells, “Cut!” and then moves them all into the bedroom set. Once Kelso’s got it all set up, Gabhain tells me, “Come over here and suck me until I’m hard again.” That’s exactly what I do. I hear a little moan and look up to see Michael watching, stroking his hard cock all the while.

  “Places,” Kelso says a couple of minutes later, and Michael, Gabhain, and Belinda all get into place. Michael lies down on the bed and Belinda mounts him. After a few strokes, Gabhain steps up behind her. He strokes some lube into her back door, then pushes his shaft in until his pubic bone is resting on her ass. She’s moaning and crying out, and it’s really turning me on.

  That’s when Russell makes his entrance. The husband’s original idea was to invite a friend in, which is Russell’s character. When he comes in, he says, “Oh, wow. I guess all the spots are already taken, huh?” and grins.

  Gabhain gives a little grunt and points to her head. “No. Take her mouth. Let’s seal her up.”

  Russell steps up in front of Belinda, holding his cock, and a nice one it is. I wouldn’t mind filming with him sometime. He taps it on her lips a couple of times and she leans toward him, trying to capture it with her lips. “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Uh-huh,” she moans. “Give it to me.”

  He takes one step closer to her mouth and presses the head of his cock against her shiny pink lips. When she sucks him in, I watch his face and all the passion there. He’s really enjoying this. He holds her head and begins a slow stroking into her throat. She chokes once and he says, “You can do better than that. Take it, girl. If you can take them in your pussy and ass, you can take me in your throat.”

  That’s the point at which the action increases. They’re fucking her at a steady pace, occasionally whispering, “Yeah, oh yeah. That’s it. Feels so good.” That’s about the extent of the lines, truthfully. The viewer needs that time to get their own feels together. They go on like that, using her body, for what seems like forever. As they work, Michael plays with her nipples and occasionally strokes her clit, and the sound of her moans around Russell’s cock fill the air.

  Russell’s the one who can see Kelso from where he’s standing. I see Kelso give the signal to wrap it up and hear Russell say, “Oh, god, I’m gonna come. Are you guys ready?”

  “I’m ready to shoot her full,” Michael says.

  “Me too. She’ll have the creamiest ass in fifty states tonight,” Gabhain says.

  There’s a ramping up of the action, and they’re all fucking her wildly. Gabhain even slaps her ass a couple of times. “Take it, girl,” he growls. “You’re getting a hard fucking tonight.”

  I can tell Russell’s about to shoot his load when I hear a noise behind me. Russell’s eyes go wide and a voice shrieks, “What in the hell is going on here!”

  Busted. And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I think I’ll just laugh.

  Gloria

  Russell’s gone to play poker down at the Veterans of Foreign Wars lodge, so I mix myself a drink and sit down to ruminate.

  He’s been quiet and distant ever since that weird dinner last week. It had to be that video. I’m not sure why men watch those things. They’re horrid. The women all look like prostitutes, and they make the goofiest sounds. Kind of like those sounds I’ve heard coming from the McAllister’s house.

  When I look out the front window, there’s the nephew’s car, parked right in front of their house, and behind it is that girl’s car. They’re both there. Maybe this is when I should go and look around. Or maybe not. Maybe I should just mind my own business like Russell says.

  Oh, who am I kidding? I’m going over there. But I’ll wait until it’s dark. Less chance of someone seeing me. Between now and then, I’ll drink some more liquid courage. I pour another glass of orange juice and dose it with a good-sized shot of rum. That’ll do the trick.

  It takes me four drinks before it finally gets dark enough. When I stand up, I weave just a little, but that’s from standing too fast, I’m sure. Careful not to fall down the steps―it is dark, you know―I head down the sidewalk.

  Sure enough, I was right: I hear the sounds coming from the house. And they’re a little louder than usual. It’s still pretty much impossible to figure out what they are, though. After thinking for a minute, I make the decision to just climb the steps and knock on the door to ask what’s going on.

  Well, it’s obvious they can’t hear me. I knock very softly and then a little louder. I’m trying to figure out what to do when I try the doorknob. When I do, the door swings open.

  It’s dark in here, but there’s enough light coming from the kitchen to see my way around. I can still hear the noises, and it seems like they’re coming from below me. The basement! I wondered why they had those windows blacked out! Whatever they’re doing, it’s coming from down there.

  Stopping for just a minute, I try to remember where the stairs are to the basement. I was down there a couple of times when the Burtons lived here, but that was a while back. It seems to me that they were … Yes! At the end of the hallway! The door’s not locked there either, so I pull it open quietly.

  The strange noises are definitely coming from the basement. Every once in awhile I hear someone whisper something, but I can’t tell what. Thank goodness they don’t have squeaky stairs. It’ll only take me a minute to see what’s going on.

  I get to the bottom of the stairs and barely peek around, but I can’t really see anything. Siobhán is standing in my way. So I step off the bottom riser and scoot around the wall, but when I do, I knock something over, dang it!

  She turns to see me standing there, and that’s when I see them.

  Naked people. All over each other. Oh. My. God. There are three, no, four of them and they look toward me. And there’s …

  “Sweet lord almighty, Russell Livingston! What in the hell are you doing?” Russell’s standing there, and he’s got his, um, thing, in that girl’s mouth! And the other two men are … I can’t even think that.

  “What are you doing down here?” the McAllister woman screams at me.

  “What’s going on here! What are you people doing? Russell, what’s going on here?” I hear myself screaming, but I don’t know how to stop.

  “Gloria,” he says and comes toward me.

  “You’re naked!” I yell at him. “And you had your, your, penis in that girl’s mouth! You pervert!” He gets close enough for me to double up my fist and strike out at him.

  And I miss. Bef
ore I know what’s going on, he’s got my arms wrapped around behind my back and he’s holding me tight enough that I can’t move. “Gloria! How did you get in here? You shouldn’t be here!” he yells in my ear. I mean, his mouth is right there by it, so it’s deafening.

  “Good thing I came in here! Wait until I tell everyone what’s going on here! Bunch of perverts! We don’t need this in our neighborhood!”

  I just want to get away from here. Right now. These people … I’m sure this is criminal. It has to be! I wriggle and squirm until I manage to get loose, and then I jet up the basement stairs and out the front door. They’re not going to follow me―they’re naked. When I get home, I lock the doors and get out my phone. My hands are shaking so badly that I’m having trouble dialing. Finally, I hear, “Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?”

  “My husband! He’s being in a pornographic video! And those people! They’re making the movies in their house! And someone needs to arrest them! They’ve corrupted him! He’s been talking about sex all the time and watching videos, and what they were doing, it’s just not natural!”

  “Ma’am, calm down,” I hear the lady on the phone say.

  “CALM DOWN? I CAN’T calm down! My husband was doing things with a young woman over there! I swear to you! I need the police―NOW!”

  “I’ve got your address, ma’am. I’ll dispatch someone right now.” I hang up and pace the floor. Should I call Russell and tell him to get his butt home? No. I don’t want him around me. Should I call the pastor? Oh, heavens no. I don’t want anyone in this neighborhood to know he was involved in that fornication. Dear god, what do I do?

  The police car shows up in a few minutes and I tell the officers everything I saw. I know they’re going to go over there and arrest those people, I just know it. I watch as he walks down the block toward the McAllister’s house. Thank goodness this will be taken care of in just a few minutes.

  And if my husband thinks I’m going to come down and bail him out of jail, he’s got another thought coming!

  Siobhán

  “This is a huge fucking mess,” Russell says as soon as we hear the front door slam behind Gloria.

  I feel horrible. “My fault entirely. I always check to make sure the door’s locked, but I guess I didn’t this time.”

  “Your life’s going to be hell,” Gabhain tells Russell.

  “You can say that again. Oh, well,” he says and sighs, “maybe she’ll divorce me. I didn’t want to leave her high and dry, but if she takes the initiative, then I won’t feel so bad. All she does is drink anyway. She’s pickled right now. I could smell it on her breath while I was holding her.”

  “I think you all should get dressed,” I tell them. “I have this feeling she’s going to come back.”

  “Yeah, I think you’re right,” Kelso says. “I think we should all go upstairs and make like we’ve been eating pizza and playing cards. Maybe if she comes back, she’ll think she imagined all of it.”

  “As drunk as she is, that just might work,” Russell says. I go on upstairs while they dress and get out the pub mix, some cheese and crackers, salsa and chips, and dip with carrot sticks and celery sticks to eat with it. Then I pop the top on some soft drinks and set them out on the table. Lastly, I get out a deck of cards and put them in the middle of the table. Everybody else comes upstairs in just a couple of minutes, so Belinda and I go in the living room and turn on the TV while the guys sit down around the kitchen table and start playing penny ante poker. Belinda and I are just sitting there shooting the shit when there’s a knock on the door. The guys look up from their cards as I stand, and I make a shooing motion toward them to encourage them to keep playing.

  And I get the surprise of my life. It’s a cop. He’s smiling, so I smile back as I open the door. “Hi, officer! Is something wrong?”

  “We got a call about something going on at your house. Is everything okay?”

  “Oh, yeah, our niece and nephew are here and one of the neighbors came by to play cards.”

  “Mind if I step inside?” he asks.

  “No, of course not. Would you like a soft drink?” Before he answers, he turns and, seeing Belinda on the sofa, he gives her a nod of acknowledgement.

  “No thanks. So you’ve got high stakes poker going on, huh?” he says with a laugh.

  “They play penny ante poker every Tuesday night. Kind of a thing. Who called you?”

  “Some woman down the street. She said her husband was down here shooting a porn video, of all things,” he says and laughs.

  “The only person here who’s not related to us is Russell in the kitchen. Russell,” I call out, “can you come out here for a minute?”

  “Sure!” I hear him call back. When he steps through the doorway his eyes go round. “Hello, officer. Is something wrong?”

  “Yes. We got a call from a woman who was screaming hysterically into the phone. She said her husband was here and was shooting a porn video?”

  Russell drops his head and shakes it slowly. “Gloria. My wife. She’s a drunk and she gets these wild ideas in her head. According to her, everyone in this neighborhood is doing some different, perverted thing. She caught me watching a porn video last week and I’m guessing that’s morphed into me being in one in her liquor-addled mind. I mean, look at me. I’m no kid. Does she really think somebody would pay money to see me in a porn video? Good grief. I’m so sorry she called you guys out here for nothing.”

  “That’s okay, sir. We just wanted―” The radio on his shoulder squawks and he presses the button, then says, “Go ahead.”

  “This woman is becoming increasingly belligerent. I think she needs to be restrained. I’ve called a bus. Is the husband there with you?”

  “Ten-four. Want me to bring him down there and see if we can get her calmed down?”

  “Roger. I think that might be a good idea,” the voice says back.

  “Ten-four. On our way.” He turns to Russell and says, “Could you come back to your house with me. He says―”

  “She’s getting belligerent. Yeah, she does that when she’s drunk and out of her mind. Certainly. No problem. Night, guys. Hope I see you next week,” Russell says and leaves with the officer.

  I drop onto the sofa and let out a big sigh. “Crisis averted for now. Did you get enough footage, Kelso?”

  “Yeah. I got them at the moment of climax, so that should be enough. If not, we can reshoot it at some point. Think he’ll be back?”

  “Oh, yeah,” I tell them, a grin on my face. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be back.”

  On Wednesday of the next week, I call everyone. This time Michael’s free, so he, Belinda, and Russell will be coming over to screen the film.

  “Oh holy hell. This is fucking hot!” Michael murmurs.

  “It is. And Kelso did a good job with the editing. Russell?” I say to get his attention.

  “I’m pleased with it. I think we all looked great and the action was good too. Have you sent a copy to the distributor yet,” he asks.

  “Yes, a rough one, and they’re really excited about it. They think it’ll sell very well,” I tell him. Everyone in the room nods in approval. We’re on our way. We have a winner.

  “And how’s your wife?” Gabhain asks Russell.

  “They say they’re keeping her for at least seven more weeks, possibly longer. According to them, she’s delusional. Keeps telling them all these wild stories about everybody in the neighborhood doing all kinds of things. They’ve told me they don’t even think it’s all the alcohol―they actually think she’s mentally ill.”

  “Do you think any of the neighbors are doing any of the things she’s claiming?” Michael asks.

  Russell shrugs. “Hell, I don’t know, but if they are, it’s none of my damn business, and it’s certainly none of hers. She keeps cycling between wanting me to take her home and not wanting me anywhere near her, but I think that’s all the meds they’ve got her on.”

  “Well, there’s one thing for sure,” I tell
him with a grin. “Your film career is safe. She won’t be spying on any of us anymore.”

  9

  Gloria

  I hate the meatloaf here. It tastes like dog food. And the mashed potatoes are lumpy. I make much better mashed potatoes.

  Russell comes to see me a couple of times a week, but I’m still so mad at him that I wind up getting all upset and then they make him leave. I just want out of here. I don’t belong in a mental institution.

  Nobody believes me, but I saw what I saw. I’ve seen it all, all up and down Harper’s Cove. They’re all perverts―all of them. They all think I was drunk and made it all up, but I swear, it’s true. They were really doing that! And my own husband was right in the middle of it! Okay, well, off to one side, but still!

  They let me go outside the other day while he was here. He’s driving a brand new Buick! We don’t have that kind of money! How did he buy that car? I know―with the money he earned doing those perverted things! That’s what he’s doing!

  Reverend Cheryl and Reverend Samuel came to see me. When I told them what had happened, Reverend Samuel took my hands and said, “Now, Gloria, we’ll be praying for you that whatever horrible thing is happening to your brain rights itself with medication and therapy.” Made me think of that time when he said that ugly thing to me in church, and I just snatched my hands right back from him! I don’t want him touching me. No telling what he might tell other people.

  They make me go to therapy three times a week, but they don’t believe a word I say, so I think it’s wasted time. I could really use a drink before every one of those sessions, but they won’t let me have any. I asked Russell to bring me some, but he said, “Oh, no. Not on your life.”

  Until I find somebody who’ll believe me, I guess I’m stuck here. They keep telling me I didn’t see that, but I saw what I saw! I can’t un-see it, and I’m not going to lie to keep them out of trouble.