Jennie's Joy (16 page)

“Yes, Mr.
Gerrard.  I understand.”

The champagne came, the flight attendant left, and
Mick dimmed the lights.

“Kiss me again,
Jennie, kiss me again… remember the scene you and I rehearsed? The one I needed you on set for? This will be a lot like that. ”

Jennie
lifted her head and kissed Mick.  His tongue filled her mouth, and she felt him undo her silk shirt.  He pulled away and smiled down at her.  “See how obedient, she is, Charles? How well she takes direction?”

Charles smirked
.  “How about I give you both a little direction, Mick? So Jennie can get used to me?” He took a drink of champagne and licked his lips in anticipation. This was going to be good, so good. He could hardly wait until it was his turn with Jennie.

Charles always fucked Mick’s leading ladies, just as he’d bragged to Rachel. Jennie would be the latest in a long line.
 

“
Jennie, lean back against the sofa, darling, so that your shirt falls open…Good, good.  Now, part your legs, just a little. 

“
Mick, push her leather skirt up about six inches as you stroke her inner thigh, and kiss her deeply, turn your head to the left, Jennie, so the camera would catch your faces and see the tongues playing with each other….great…now Mick, push the skirt higher, and pull away from the kiss, smile at her and take her shirt off…good…now her bra…good.

“
Jennie, just keep looking at him just like that, and lick your lips, Jennie…great…

“K
iss her again Mick, softly this time, and start sliding your hand higher up her leg…up more, Mick, up more…

“Y
our nipples are getting hard, Jennie, wonderful…

“N
ow Mick, take her left breast in your mouth, that’s right Mick…that’s right, flick the nipple with your tongue…gorgeous that will be a great shot…now, push the skirt higher yet…

“A
h Jennie, no panties…lovely…

“
that’s right Mick, put your hand on her pussy, ah, plunge two fingers in Mick, not one, and kiss her throat, but make sure you don’t block the camera angle to her breasts… ah… Cut.  Hey, guys, I said
Cut
.”

Mick
pulled his hand away from Jennie and put the fingers into her mouth.  She sucked them…Charles was almost coming in his pants.  This was sooo good.

Mick
smiled. He was enjoying this.

But he wasn’t enjoyed Charles’s leer.
For the first time, he wasn’t enjoying Charles’s leer. For the first time he didn’t want to see Charles touching his leading lady, kissing her, stroking her, fucking her…

Mick
saw Charles had moved closer to them, within touching distance. Mick shrugged. He really couldn’t blame Charles for moving closer.

Charles always fucked Mick’s leading ladies. Well, this was one
leading lady Charles was not fucking. And he’d better make Charles understand that.
Now.
 

He stood
Jennie up and pulled her skirt down. He put her silk shirt back on, and buttoned it up.  Kissed her tenderly. She sat on his lap. He held her close.

“So that’s what it will be like, having Charles direct us in a bedroom scene, babydoll.

“It will be a strictly closed set, darling.  Won’t it Charles?  No press at all. No one but Jennie, myself, you, the lighting man, the sound man and the camera men. Two at the most. A girl from Makeup. And nobody is to touch Jennie. Not you, not an assistant director, nobody. Only me. Me and the girl from Makeup, if she needs powder.”

Charles sighed. He got the message. This was one leading lady he wouldn’t be fucking….

“What about other cast members, Mick? You know Deana loves to watch sex scenes being shot.”

“Sorry, Charles. I just told you who I’d permit on the set.”

Jennie stood and stretched languidly.  Both Charles and Mick gulped…it was such a sensuous move.  She turned to face Mick, and bent down to whisper something in his ear, her legs slightly apart. Charles was sitting directly behind her. Charles looked up her skirt, swallowed hard at the sight of her wonderful ass, and her cunt, less than a foot from his lips. So close, so unattainable. He sighed.

“Darling,” she whispered.  “You know I want to please you, but he wants to touch me, I can see it in his eyes. And I know he always fucks your leading ladies.  If you let that man touch me, I will leave you when we get off this plane.  I belong to you.  I am not a toy to be passed around to other men.”

Mick
smiled. Jennie had felt the vibes from Charles as well… His reply was low, his voice was husky. “You are anything but my toy, darling. And nobody but me is ever going to touch you again.”

Charles was groaning now….he took another swig of champagne….

Mick heard the groan and realized what Charles was looking at. “Come sit back on my lap, baby.  I need to hold you close to me.”

Charles
leaned back on the sofa…they were so good together, so elegant and he wanted some of that wonderful ass, and he knew he would never have it, never have Jennie….

…but she was wonderful and
Mick was looking exactly as Charles needed him in front of the cameras, and Charles knew he would have an X-Rated
Avengers
film when he was finished, and he knew it would be so good that the Studio would let him release it without a PG13 rating, and that is exactly what happened a few months later.

But that was the future and this was now, and they were nearly landing in L.A. 

Mick and Jennie were sitting side by side, holding hands when the flight attendant came in asked them to go forward and strap in to the airline seats for landing.

TWELVE

They arrived in Los Angel
es by eleven, and once through Customs and Immigration, were chauffeured to Beverly Hills, to a beautiful hotel, where they went straight to bed. Mick wasn’t that exhausted. He pulled Jennie on top of him, and fucked her hard, and then rolled her on her back and fucked her harder yet.  Then he smiled down at her and said,

“Did you like Charles
looking at your cunt, darling? He was, you know. You gave him quite a show. He was looking up your skirt when you bent over to talk to me.”

Jennie
looked up at him and said, “No, I didn’t. I didn’t realize he was doing that. No, Mick…I only belong to you…and I mean it, Mick, if you ever let him touch me, I will walk out the door. I felt he was just waiting to put his hands on me… and Rachel told me about him.”

“What did Rachel tell you, baby?”

“Rachel told me Charles bragged to her, about how he sleeps with all the actresses you do. On screen and off. It’s his hobby He told her how he fucked Denise, more than once, while you sat and watched, drinking champagne.

“He
told Rachel all this when he was banging her while they were watching the out-takes from your films.  The ones in his private collection.  He gave her graphic details of each woman as they came on the screen.”

And
Mick smiled down at her.

“
Don’t worry, darling. I told you on the plane no other man is ever going to touch you.

“Not Charles, not your Editor, Geoffrey. That man wants you just as much as Charles does, baby. I could see it.
”

“Geoffrey told me he will be waiting to look after me, when you leave me, Mick. He says you film stars go through a lot of women.”

Mick laughed. “Geoffrey wishes…

Mick paused, staring into her eyes, and finally spoke again.
“I know I have to make you mine, Jennie.”

Jennie
looked at him, not understanding. “I am yours, Mick. What are you talking about?”

“You
’ll see what I mean tomorrow night, Jennie. You’ll see what I mean tomorrow night.”

And he was hard again, inside her and he fucked her and fucked her and fucked her until they were both exhausted, and slept in each
other’s arms.

They went to the Studio the next morning, the three of them, the men in business suits and
Jennie in a dress that was a copy of the white sundress Marilyn Monroe had made famous in
The Seven Year Itch,
a sundress that had been waiting for her in their suite, with white high heel sandals.  She had been surprised when Mick had rummaged in her luggage and pulled out a pair of white lace panties and put them on her after their shower.  “I don’t trust the Studio not to stand you over a hot air grate,” he smiled at her “…and nobody looks at what’s mine unless we’re being paid a lot of money for the view.”

“Were we paid a lot of money for Charles to look at me
on the plane?” she asked.

“We
will be, today. In about an hour, darling, you’ll see how much money Charles helped me negotiate.  I needed him to be totally besotted with you, so that no one has a chance to backtrack on what I’ve negotiated for you…and after you so kindly showed him your ass and your pussy on the plane, he’ll be so enthralled with you, nobody will backtrack on anything. And he’ll bend over backwards to make you look good in the last scenes, baby, where you’re playing a real part, not just being a body double. You’re going to need him to make you look good, Jennie. You have no acting experience at all. But Charles will make you a star, a superstar.”

They were met by the Studio big brass and led into a very elegant boardroom. 
Jennie sat between Charles and Mick.  Papers were put in front of her to sign, and Mick told her where to sign, and she did.

“That was just your contra
ct to be a body double for Deana, darling, so we can get those love scenes finished.  You’re being paid $250,000 for about six hours’ work…although if you’re having fun, we can make it last longer of course…” His voice was husky and suggestive.  Everybody laughed. 

“Have mercy on my budget,” begged Charles, dramatically, and everybody laughed some more.

Then she was given another set of papers to sign, and again, Mick told her where to sign, and she did.

“That was your contract for the part of Sarah, the woman I marry at the end of the film, darling.  That will possibly be about a week’
s worth of rehearsal and shooting, don’t you think, Charles?”

“Yes,
Mick, that’s what I estimate, since Jennie hasn’t done a film before.”

“And for that, my baby, you are being paid $2,000,000.  Not as much as I wanted for you, but more than the Studio offered when we opened negotiations.  They’
re always scared of an unknown.”

The
Head of the Studio smiled, “Rightly so, Mick.  Look at how many flop…but we know you can carry the film and seeing your chemistry with Jennie, I feel pretty good about our decision.”

Mick
looked at him coolly.  This was the man who was now living with Mick’s ex-wife.  “Well, just be warned that her next picture is going to cost you at least five times that…and I am sure you’ll want to resurrect her and use her in the next film as
Mrs. Steed
…”

Jennie
was overwhelmed, to say the least.  She didn’t say anything, just held Mick’s hand very tightly under the table and smiled…

And
Mick had been right.  The Studio did make sure that they got a picture of her over a hot air grate, which blew up under her skirt, and showed off her lovely legs, and as she held down the front of her skirt, the back blew right up… and if she hadn’t had those tiny lace panties on, the Studio would have got the picture they were after…because Deana had told the Studio Head that Jennie hadn’t worn any panties when she visited the set in London.

The Studio Head
had smiled, and ordered publicity to station a photographer behind Jennie to catch a shot of her delicious ass.

They had a very public lunch with the Studio executives and Charles, and of course lots of press and television personalities.

Mick was very happy with the way Jennie conducted herself.  Coolly, with elegance, as if signing contracts to be in an
Avengers
film was something she did every day.  Of course, the press only knew about the second contract.  The first, as Deana’s body double for those love scenes, was a closely guarded secret.  Even Deana didn’t know.

They went back to the Hotel and
Mick took a small overnight bag and packed it with their toiletries and her makeup.  He was still in his suit, she was still in the white halter dress.  He picked up the phone.  “Is everything ready?” he asked…”Right, will do.”

Mick
smiled at Jennie.  “Are you feeling like a good girl, Jennie?”

“Aren’t I always, darling?”

“You are, but this is so important to me.  So important.”

“You won’
t deny me anything today, will you? You know now I would never let another man touch you.”

“
You let Charles fuck Denise, Mick, when you were with her.”