Jennie's Joy (7 page)

“Would you do it again for me, Jennie?”

“I would, Mick.”

They napped for a little while, and then Mick woke her, stroking her gently and he made soft, sweet love to her. So different than when they first lay down on this bed, but quite wonderful. Jennie lay in his arms, totally content.

They had a bath before they went back to the country,
Jennie sat between Mick’s legs, her knees over his, and he washed her gently. She sighed happily as she leaned back against him.

Mick
loaded two cases into his car.  They contained Jennie’s clothes from the wardrobe, toiletries, makeup.  Everything she would need for the week.

On the way back to Berkshire, Mick spoke quite casually.
“I don’t like that bed very much, Jennie.  Too small.”

Jennie smiled. “It
’s big enough when I’m on my own, Mick, but not for the two of us, I agree. You’re what, six foot two, or three?  Your king sized bed is much better for us.”

“Much better, darling.  Much better. So I think we’
ll replace your bed with a king sized model.  Just in case we ever decide to stay overnight in town. I’ll look after it tomorrow.  Write the address for your flat down for me, will you.”  It was a statement, not a question.  Jennie reached into her handbag and found a pen and paper, and did as he asked.  She included the telephone number of the resident caretaker of the building, so that delivery could easily be arranged. 

Mick
was pleased by her efficiency. And her serenity, he realized. No drama, just quiet acceptance, except in the bedroom, of course…

Mick grinned at the thought of Jennie in his bedroom.
Her enthusiastic response to him was just what he needed after eight months of marriage to the Ice Princess Denise. He wondered how the Studio Head was managing…

Jenny smiled to herself. Changing the bed in her flat in case they ever decided to stay over in London? That sounded as if
Mick was planning to have her stay in Berkshire with him for more than just a week…what a lovely thought.

Mick glanced down at
her. He loved the way he could almost read her mind.

“We’
ll do well, baby.  Wait and see.” He squeezed the soft hand in his.

“I think we will, Mick, I think we will.”

Mick’s mobile rang. He pressed the button on the steering wheel and answered it.

“Hello.”

“Mick, Charles here.”

“Yes, Charles.  What can I do for you?”

“A little change in scheduling of scenes for next week, if you don’t mind.  Action scenes as we discussed through Wednesday, and then we need to do the first love scene.  Deana has to be in Hollywood on Saturday for some awards show that she’s nominated for.  I don’t know which one.  The Yanks have so many of them.”

Mick
laughed.  “Right.  So you need me to look at the script.”

“Please, if you don’
t mind.  I want to send her to America all hot and bothered and raving about your chemistry.  Start the hype going right away about this film.”

“Yes, Charles.”

“Are you up for some interviews this week?”

“Talk to me about that tomorrow, will you?  I’
m driving right now, so I can’t make notes.”

              “Certainly, Mick.”

“Goodbye, Charles.”

Jennie was very quiet. Mick must be a featured actor, by the sound of it. Important.

Mick smiled at her.
He could see her thinking. He wanted to keep things the way they were for as long as possible.

“Is everything alright, darling?  You aren
’t going to hold it against me that I’m quite well known, are you?”

“I’
m so sorry, I didn’t realize that you must be well known…”

“I do have a bit of a following, darling. Been in the game for over twenty years now.  Like to kid myself that I’m
nearly a leading man.”

“You are a leading man,
Mick. My leading man. In our very own pornographic films.”

Mick chuckled, “Leading you into wicked ways, Jennie, and loving every minute of it…sometimes I do get the girl, you see, in my private life.”

“If I’m that girl, Mick, I couldn’t be happier that you get the girl…”

“You are that girl, Jennie, darling. My own, personal leading lady.”

Jennie was wondering when she’d seen him in the cinema, if ever. She didn’t go to many films. “What kind of films do you make, Mick?”

“Usually action films. I expect you don’t go to many of them, do you?” He hoped Lucy had been right, that Jennie didn’t go to action films
at all.

Jennie shook her head. “No, Mick, I don’t. But I will now, to your
films.”

“That’s so sweet, Jennie.”

“What are you filming now?”

“I have a recurring role in the
Avengers
series, darling. I would imagine you’ve never been to an
Avengers
film, have you? I’m talking about the series based on the television program, not that other one.”

“No, baby, I haven’t. But perhaps we could rent out one of the series, so I can see you in action. If you don’t have copies…”

“I don’t,” Mick lied. “Hate to watch myself on the screen. Always thinking how I could have been better. But, babydoll, if it’s action you want, you know I’ll be supplying you with plenty of that when we get home.”

Jennie giggled. “Really?” She made a great show of batting her eyelashes at him.

“Really.  And when we get home, I’ll show you how wonderful action can be.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Mick paused for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I hope you won’t give me up when the press start to hound you, darling. I’ve been around long enough to have a bit of a following, and the paparazzi are always trying to get photos of anybody they can sell to the tabloids and gossip magazines, even me. So occasionally, we will find our picture being snapped. It can be quite bothersome, until you get used to it.”

“We’
ll keep a low profile, Mick.  The press won’t even notice me.”

“Oh yes they will, darling.
Sooner or later. You’re too beautiful for them to miss, Jennie.  A low profile would be good, only because it gives you privacy.  I’m used to it all.  Been at this for a long time, over twenty years now as I told you.”

“Tell you what, Jennie,” Mick continued with a twinkle in his eye. “You can rehearse all my love scenes with me, the night before I have to film them. I might even make some up, just so we can rehearse them. Even if they never get performed in front of a camera. We’ll definitely rehearse the real love scenes I have to do Wednesday night, ready for Thursday and Friday.”

They both laughed.

The week
’s routine was set the first morning.

He would wake her at five, kissing her, fondling her, and enter her tenderly, with
blazing eyes.  They would shower together and dress each other, Mick in jeans and a silk shirt and Jennie in one of her business suits or dresses, but always in a skirt, because Mick loved to stroke her legs, and part her thighs, and slip his fingers under her panties all the way to London, in the back of the long black limousine.

The first morning he
’d smiled at her, and told her to put her panties in her handbag.

“Remember, darling, on Saturday night I told you I’
d make your fantasy come true, I’d fill you all the way to London?”

“I remember,
Mick.”

“Well, baby, I’
m going to fuck you all the way into London.  Nobody can see us through the darkened windows, and we can put the privacy screen up behind the chauffeur, so he can’t see us either…”

“Oh.  Really?”

“Really, Jennie. Let’s start this week with passion, baby.”  And he had pulled her onto him so that she was straddling him, in that position he liked so much, and so did she, and he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his wonderful hard cock, and eased her down, down, down, inch by glorious inch and fucked her silly for an hour.  Ah…it was the stuff dreams were made of.

Most days though, he just played with her, and made her come and come and come…saving his energy for the day
’s shooting, he told her. She never wore trousers, she wanted to be open to his touch.

The limousine would drop
Mick at his studio and then take Jennie to her office.   Jennie was always at the office by seven, and picked up a coffee and yoghurt at the coffee bar in the lobby of her office building.

They went to bed early, after a
superb dinner prepared by Mick’s cook and served by his butler in the wonderful dining room that overlooked the formal gardens…

              After dinner, they would go to his small sitting room, and Mick would study his lines for the next day, while she read, or worked on her cross stitch. Then he would take her into the bedroom, and undress her, and carry her onto that white fur rug in front of the fire, and possess her in any one of a dozen exciting ways, and then he would pick her up and carry her to the huge bed, and lay her in the middle, and he would take her again, tenderly, with loving eyes, and then would fall asleep in her arms…and there was no mention of Jennie going home to her flat.

FIVE

That first Monday morning
Susie came by Jennie’s office to collect her for tea, as she did most mornings. “Wonder what everybody’s been up to this weekend, Jen?” Susie remarked as they went to the canteen. Jennie smiled to herself. No one would believe what she’d been up to.

They sat around the usual table, with the usual suspects.

Susie was telling everyone about the visit she and her boyfriend had made to Norfolk and how great he’d been in the big bed at the B&B overlooking the Broads, so much better than his sulks and drinking the previous weekend.

“I think he realized he’s skating on thin ice,” Susie smiled, “so he
figured he’d better give me a nice treat this weekend. His football team was playing in Sunderland, so there was no question of dragging me to the game. The Broads were all for me, and it was lovely!”

Deidre, Susie’s assistant, looked at her enviously.

“Lucky you! I had my mother-in-law for the weekend again. She seems to come every other weekend! Honestly, David just reverts to being a little boy again,
Yes, Mum, no Mum
. I asked him when he’s going to cut the apron strings. He didn’t want to do anything in the bedroom while she was there, in case she heard the bedsprings, or we knocked the headboard against the wall! I mean, what would she expect, we’re still newlyweds.”

Jerome told them about the nightgown his girlfriend had bought.

“
Red nylon and lace, with tiny panties to match. You can see right through it. She was so sexy, I had to take her picture… we might try to sell it to a men’s magazine. Veronica fancies herself a bit of model.”

Rachel chattered on about the party her flat mates had organized on Saturday night.
Her flat mates had a party nearly every Saturday night.

“It was worse than last week’s. One of the girl’s boyfriends got quite drunk and tried to corner me in the kitchen, ugh! He isn’t very attractive even when he’s sober. I used to have a part time job at a kebab takeaway when I was at school. I might go and see if they could use anyone on their Saturday night shift. It would be better than this partying every Saturday.”

Jennie said nothing.  The weekend had been so special, and she didn’t want to share it.  Who would believe she’d spent most of it in such a handsome rich man’s bed?  They’d all assume she was lying… or believe her and want all the graphic details. Jennie didn’t want to tell anyone about the way Mick touched her, and filled her, and gazed at her. She didn’t want to tell anyone about all the very private new things he’d done to her.

Mick
was so special, so very special. She hugged the secret of their affair close to her. She didn’t want to share it, in case sharing jinxed it.

Mick
hadn’t told her not to talk about him.  She’d just decided that discretion was the better part of valour.  She knew at least two of the staff were always selling stories to the tabloids and she was sitting at a table with both of them. And Mick was a film actor, well known by the sound of it.  She didn’t want them to be in the tabloids.  She just wanted them to be in his bedroom…

“So,
Jennie, you’re very quiet.  What did you do?” asked Susie.

“Oh, I visited Lucy in Berkshire.  Saw her farmhouse.  She’
s back with her old boyfriend, and we went out with a friend of his for dinner…very low key weekend…”

“Sounds like you had a better time than in Torquay last weekend, Jennie,” smiled Rachel. “You were so disappointed last weekend.

“Well, there was no Allan to disappoint me this weekend, Rachel, or any other weekend again for that matter,” Jennie laughed.