Jennie's Joy (18 page)

She bought him gifts as well, from her film money, extravagant trinkets, and he loved it. It was a new experience for Mick, his wife buying him gifts to make him smile.

They gambled a little, and went a show each night, and had their pictures snapped a hundred times by the paparazzi, because he was
John Steed
and she was the unknown just signed for the small but pivotal role in the film, and the paparazzi assumed that they were lovers, but nobody noticed the marriage license until the following week, and by that time, news of their wedding had been released in Britain.

FOURTEEN

Geoffrey walked into the can
teen of the magazine Wednesday just after three.

Susie, Rachel and Jerome were sitting having their coffee. “Rachel, Jerome, when you have something you want to sell to the tabloids, who do you call?”

“Usually Brian at the Daily Mail, or George at News of the World, why?”

“Because if either the Daily Mail or News of the World
or any other publication for that matter, have this story before we hit the newsstands on Saturday morning, you two will not only lose your jobs, I’ll see you’re blacklisted for life from any publishing job in London…and don’t think I can’t do it.” Rachel and Jerome gulped. They had no idea the Editor-in-Chief had a clue about them selling stories.”

He smiled at Susie. Handed her a manila folder. “Here, Susie, you’ll
need these pictures to go with the story Rachel is going back to her office to write.” He handed Rachel a second folder.

“What story, Geoffrey?” asked Jerome.

“A fairy tale come true story,” said Geoffrey. “A fairy tale come true. Our readers will love it.

“A story of a beautiful, sexy, intelligent,
talented, discreet, kind, serene woman who had to work for her living.

“
A story of how she met a film star, the biggest action star in the world, possibly. How her friends introduced them, how she captivated him, and kept their affair secret. How she lived in a mansion with him, and went to work early each day in his limousine, and never told her coworkers. A story of how he decided to have babies with her, and swept her off to America, and made the Studio sign her to be in his latest film for millions.

“A story of how he flew her to Las Vegas in a helicopter from Los Angeles, because he knew it would excite her more than a plane, and how he surprised her with a wedding…

“The story of Jennie and Mick…”

Geoffrey looked into space for a minute.

“The email links for the photographs of the wedding are in your folder, Susie. Mick sent them to me this morning. Her dress, her ring, pictures of them being married in the Chapel at the Bellagio, pictures of their $20,000 a night honeymoon suite. Even a picture of them cutting their wedding cake.

“The details are in your folder, Rachel. Mick sent them as well.

“As I said, if this story is leaked, anywhere, before we hit the newsstands on Saturday morning, the three of you will wish you were dead…”

Geoffrey turned and walked out the canteen.
He turned on his way out.

“I want to see your story in my office, the first draft, by
half past five, Rachel. You and I will go over it together.”

They sat there, staring at his back.

“Oh my God,” said Jerome finally. “I think Geoffrey is hot for Jennie himself.”

Rachel
glanced at her watch. Ten past three. She got up without finishing her cup of tea and hurried to her desk. She had just over two hours to write this story. She was excited she’d been given the assignment, but she felt sad as well. She thought Jerome was quite right, that Geoffrey was hot for Jennie himself. Probably as hot for Jennie as Rachel was for Geoffrey himself…

She finished cleaning up the draft of the story about five fifteen and printed out two copies. 

Geoffrey’s door was closed.  She knocked and he called out, “Come in.” Rachel opened the door and walked in. 

“Close the door behind you, Rachel, and lock it, will you? I don’t want
anybody barging in and hearing the details of this story.” Geoffrey didn’t look up from the document he was studying on his desk.

Rachel sat down in one of the burgundy leather chairs opposite his desk and waited. It was fully five minutes before he looked up at her and reached out his hand for the article.
  He read it through and together they made a few changes.  Then Geoffrey rose from his desk and walked to the door. Rachel stood up.

“Sit down, Rachel. I haven’t finished with you yet. I’m just going to lock the Main Doors. Everybody will have left by now but us, it’s well after six.” His tone was stern.

Rachel sat back down. It sounded as if Geoffrey wasn’t very happy with her. Oh dear. She did have such a crush on him; she hated him to be upset with her.

Geoffrey sat back down behind his desk…”Now Rachel, I want you to tell me exactly what happened when you went home with Charles
Evens from the
Avengers
film set…”

“Eh…Do I have to, Geoffrey?”

“Oh, yes, Rachel, you have to…in every detail, from the moment you walked into his house.”

             
Rachel turned bright red and lowered her eyes. She could not look at Geoffrey. Finally she began, in a very low voice, almost a whisper.

“Well, we went into his screening room, and he stood behind me, and he reached around and he undid my jacket…”

“The same jacket you’re wearing now, Rachel?”

“Yes, Geoffrey. I was wearing this trouser suit.”

“Undo your jacket, Rachel…show me…”

“…and then he undid my silk shirt…”

“The same silk shirt you have on now, Rachel?”

             
“No, that one was pink, Geoffrey. This one is green, but they are the same style.”

“Undo it then, Rachel, show me…”

Rachel stared at the Editor-In-Chief. He was watching her with hooded eyes. Finally she began to unbutton her silk shirt, slowly, button by button with fumbling hands.

“…and then he undid my bra, like this… and then he ran his hands over my tits, like this, and he squeezed them, like this…for a long time, Geoffrey.” Rachel ran her hands over her tits and squeezed them just like Charles had done, “and he said he liked my tits because they look like a young girl’s tits with their pretty pink nipples…and then he turned me around to face him and he sucked both tits hard…”

              Geoffrey looked mad, she thought. And then he spoke to her.

“Come  around my desk, Rachel, come and stand in front of me, and perch your ass on the edge of my desk…yes, they are like young girls’ tits with your pretty pink nipples…how hard did he suck them, Rachel?…this
hard?”

             
Rachel gasped. She’d gone to sleep so many nights imagining Geoffrey sucking her tits.

“
Harder, Geoffrey…ah...Ah…ah...Yes, that hard…and then he pulled my trousers off and he pulled my panties down, just far enough for him to stroke my pussy…oh Geoffrey you’re better at that than he was…and then he stuck two fingers up me and oh...oh…oh…you’re better at that than he was too…and then he turned me over so I was bending over the chair back just like you’ve just put me bending over your desk and he unzipped his fly and I hear you unzipping your fly, Geoffrey, and then he fucked me from oh..Oh...Oh...you’re much bigger than he is, Geoffrey, you may be the biggest man that’s ever been up my cunt….oh...oh...oh...that’s right..Geoffrey, squeeze my tits while you fuck me just like he did…OOOOOOhhhhh I just came Geoffrey, I just came.  He didn’t make me come that quickly, Geoffrey…”

“
And then what did he do to you, Rachel…you pretty little cunt?  Take your trousers right off Rachel…”

“A
nd then he sat down and he made me kneel in front of him like this and suck his cock like this and flick it and suck it and flick and suck and stroke ….”

“
Such a talented mouth, Rachel, very talented…and then what did he do?’

“Then he sat me on him, straddling him, and he oh…Geoffrey, you feel so much bigger and better than he did….grab my ass, Geoffrey and let me ride you like I rode him…and then, you have to suck my tits and OOOOOOhhhhh ooooh I’m coming again, Geoffrey, I’m coming again…..and  ooooh, Geoffrey
, oh hard and deeper, hard… hard, I love it when you pound into me…oh…hell I’m coming again….”

Geoffrey kissed her then, filling her mouth with his tongue as his cock filled her cunt and she couldn’t stop coming and he exploded inside her.  He smiled down at her.  “Rachel you were a very bad girl.  Very bad…I shall have to punish you for being so bad…I shall have to spank you Rachel, spank you quite hard so that you remember not to fuck people you are interviewing again…climb off me, Rachel and lay across my lap so that I can spank you…I’m going to turn your pretty little ass red, Rachel, from smacking you, and then, I’m going to lay you on the sofa and fuck your brains out…”

An hour later, they dressed. Geoffrey looked coolly at Rachel, as if he hadn’t spent the last hour and a half fucking her blind, fucking her and spanking her and kissing her, and sucking her breasts and all the wonderful things she ever imagined him doing. He didn’t say a word. He just took her elbow and led her back to her desk.

“Get your handbag and turn off your computer.”

“Yes, Geoffrey.”

The cleaners came in just as they were locking the Main Doors behind them. Rachel looked down at the floor. She was very quiet. Geoffrey pressed the call button for the lifts. He took her elbow again and guided her into the lift in front of him.

  “I think you’d better come home with me, Rachel…”

             
Rachel stared at him. She hadn’t expected that.

“Yes, Geoffrey.”

“I may have to punish you some more…for your inappropriate behaviour when you were interviewing someone for the magazine.”

Rachel glanced up at him. A small smile was playing on his lips. He looked down at her and stopped smiling.

“I like you spanking me, Geoffrey…it really turns me on…”

“Me too, Rachel,
it turns me on too.”

“I actually stole one of Charles’s DVD’s of
Mick fucking two of his leading ladies, Geoffrey.  You know, you’re about as well hung as he is, perhaps we could try out some of his techniques…he’s quite the lover…”

“Ah…perhaps we could…where is this DVD, Rachel?”

“Here in my purse, Geoffrey.”

“Ah, good…” The least Geoffrey could do for
Mick was to retrieve that DVD, before Rachel sold it to a tabloid.  He would relinquish it to Mick when he returned to England.  But first, tonight, he’d watch it with Rachel and try out everything Mick did.  As Rachel had noticed, Geoffrey was nearly nine inches himself…

Three hours later, Rachel was exhausted.  They had done everything
Mick had done on the DVD, and the positions Geoffrey liked best, they’d done two or three times.  Rachel was sore…he’d fucked her brains out.  She never knew Geoffrey looked like that under his suit, so muscular, so sexy, or that he had so much stamina. She lay across his bed.  He’d positioned her just like Mick had positioned one of his leading ladies, legs wide open, arms across the bed so that she lay there, totally exposed. Rachel had been lying there, for about five minutes while Geoffrey went out of the room.  She shifted a little, moving her legs together. 

He came back into the room. “Bad girl, Rachel.  You moved your legs…”

Rachel looked up at him and opened her legs. ”Sorry, Geoffrey, I’m sorry….”

“I’m going to punish you, Rachel.”

“Are you going to spank me again, Geoffrey?”

“After I fuck you again, Rachel. I quite like fucking you, even more than I like spanking you, little girl.”

“I like you fucking me, Geoffrey. I used to fantasize about you fucking me.”

“And do I live up to your fantasies, Rachel?”

“You’re much better than I imagined, Geoffrey, much better.”

Geoffrey smiled.

An hour later, Rachel was curled up on his lap, and they were watching the late news.

“We forgot dinner,” he murmured.

“We ate each other,” she said softly.

“So we did. I’ll feed you properly tomorrow evening. I have to go to a boring Publisher’s Dinner. You will come with me.”

“What shall I wear?  I don’t have many fancy clothes.”

“I’ll take you shopping at lunch tomorrow, baby. Now, let’s go to bed, I think I’ve tired you out enough for tonight…”

The next morning, Geoffrey led Rachel into the shower and fucked her again as they stood under the water…

They went to her flat on the way to the office so that she could change her clothes. He stayed in the car. Two of her three flat mates also worked at the magazine.

He rode up in the lift with her as if they had just met in the lobby.  “So cool,” she thought, “so cool.”