Jennie's Joy (8 page)

Jennie
, who had never been early for work in her life, found out how much work she could accomplish between seven and nine when the telephone didn’t ring and people didn’t pop into her office, distracting her from the article she was concentrating on, and by Wednesday, found she was resenting the interruptions of her coworkers as they walked by her office and said good morning to her. She began skipping the mid-morning tea break and working through, her mug of tea at her elbow. She found if she threw herself into to her work, she didn’t think about Mick every minute.

True to his word, Wednesday evening, Mick rehearsed
the upcoming love scene with her. It had been great fun at the time. Mick had kept up a running commentary.

“Now, Jennie, we have to pretend your name is ‘
Emma
’, that’s the character I make love to.  So,
Emma
, first I gaze into your eyes, like this, and you have to look at me, full of desire, the camera will be shooting you over my left shoulder…very good, darling, I wish the actress had your lovely eyes…Now,
Emma
, I have to kiss you, and we have to let our tongues dance together just outside our lips…don’t laugh, Jennie, that’s what it says here in the script ‘
dance outside our
lips
’…

“T
hat’s right, darling, just like that….Oh I think we need to rehearse that again…and again, to make sure the cameras got that shot…

“N
ow
Emma
, I’m going to unbutton your blouse, and push it off your shoulders like this, and kiss your neck like this, throw your head back, darling, so that your hair doesn’t obscure the camera shot…good, ah, I wish the actress had your lovely neck, darling…

“…
and now my lips trace their way down to your left breast, and I unclasp your bra, and I flick the nipple like this…again, darling, this requires a lot more rehearsal, so that the camera gets it all…

“…
oh, Jennie, you’re a natural at this, darling…and now, I take your skirt off, and slide your panties down your lovely legs…

“
Ooops, I did that wrong, better pull them up and do it again, slower.  The script says the camera slowly pans your legs as I slide the panties down, and now I kiss you again…

“…
and you lay flat on the sofa, and I’m semi-reclining, so that the camera gets full frontal of you but hides my cock a bit….and I stroke you there.
So intimately
, the script says…

“D
arling, am I getting it right, the stroking?....ah…the look on your face tells me I am, precious girl…

“…
and then,
Emma
, I’m on top of you, gazing down into your eyes with desire pouring out of mine.

“Y
es, Jennie that’s actually what the script says, and then our bodies move in unison….oh, Jennie, you feel so good, baby, so good…we can do this forever if you like, darling, rehearse this bit forever you make me feel so wonderful, baby….

“N
o, Jennie, we don’t wear anything while we film this bit, the camera plays on my buttocks, and my thrusting movements….

“N
o, darling the script doesn’t say I actually fuck
Emma
, just simulate it, but sometimes, darling, on film sets, the actors actually do go at it…

“…
not that I’m going to fuck the actress, darling, why would you think that? I’ve got you at home, Jennie, why would I want to fuck anyone else?”

Concentrating
hard on the articles she was editing saved her sanity somewhat on Thursday and Friday.  And Mick never mentioned the love scenes on the way home Thursday or Friday, either. She only knew he’d had two days filming them because she’d heard the telephone conversation in the car. She was glad of that.

In her lunch break, instead of
joining the others for a meal, Jennie would walk the ten minutes to her flat, and pick up her mail, and a salad or soup for her lunch, then have a brisk walk for half an hour. She needed to make up for missing the gym.  Friday, she stopped by the lingerie shop she passed on the way and bought two outrageously expensive sexy sets of froth, for the weekend, for Mick to take off her, as he loved to do.  

So she picked up a
soup or salad and took it back to her desk each day, and concentrated on her work. She didn’t mind. The dinners Mick’s cook prepared each night were so rich, so wonderful, if she didn’t stick to salad or soup, she’d soon lose her waistline.

The limo would pick her up
around six, long after most of her colleagues had disappeared home.  Mick would be waiting for her in the back seat, and would kiss her deeply, and hold her in his arms all the way home…recharging his batteries, he would tell her…and then dinner, and an hour in the sitting room with his script and then love….

The routine went on for two weeks, and
Mick made no move to change it, no move to have Jennie go home to her flat in London.

The
third week, when he was once more filming love scenes with Deana before she left for America yet again, Jeannie concentrated as hard as she could on the editing. Once again, he never mentioned them, after, never told her how they’d gone, and she was grateful. He hadn’t rehearsed them with her, either.

She hated the thought of
Mick kissing Deana, sucking her breast, stroking the actress intimately as the script described Mick’s erotic, expert touches, lying on top of her, thrusting, simulating sex, or maybe….not simulating.

On Friday afternoon of the
third week, about four, the Editor-In-Chief walked into her office. Sat down in the chair across from her desk, and looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

“
Jennie, I don’t know how you’ve done it, or why, but this week you’ve done as much as you usually do in three…and you did nearly the same last week. And the week before that.”

Jennie
smiled across at him. She knew she’d done well, and she was pleased with herself. “Perhaps, Geoffrey, I’ve finally discovered my work ethic?”

He laughed.  “And you look remarkable too,
Jennie.  You glow.  I think you may be in love.  But women in love are usually dreamy and their productivity index goes into the cellar but yours has gone through the attic…so I don’t know…”

Jennie
smiled again. She said nothing.

“Anyway,” Geoffrey continued, “we’
ve been offered the opportunity to do a story on the new
Avengers
film, with Michael Gerrard.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, their publicity department suggested I send our best writer and photographer over on Monday…and you…they requested you go with the writer and photographer.”

Jennie
’s eyes danced with amusement. ”Me?”

“Yes, you…I’
ve never had a request for an editor to accompany the reporter and photographer before, but what a scoop!  It’s been a closed set until now. I don’t understand why they’ve chosen a woman’s magazine instead of a tabloid or one of the glossies for the first on-set interview of the film. I’m delighted but flummoxed. And why the hell did they ask for you?”

“Perhaps because I’
ve met someone from the film, Geoffrey?  One weekend, when I visited my friends in Berkshire,  we had dinner with one of the actors.”

“Did you?  I never heard about that.”

“I never told anybody here.  This place is very gossipy….and like you, I prefer to keep my private life, private.”

Geoffrey Roman smiled.  He was notorious for keeping his private life to himself.

“Well, you must have impressed him.  Must have planted the seed for us to get this exclusive.  Well done, Jennie.”

“Thank you, Geoffrey, I try.”

“You must have impressed him, Jennie.”

“Perhaps I have, Geo
ffrey.”

“Anyway, your work deserves a reward.  I’
m giving you a raise, up to the next level on your pay scale.”

“Thank you, Geoffrey.”

“And if you want to, take the rest of the afternoon off, Jennie.”

“Thank you Geoffrey, but I think I won’
t.  I want to finish editing this article before I go home.  Easier to finish it now, while I’ve been immersed in it, than on Monday morning after I’ve had the weekend off.”

Geoffrey looked at
Jennie and frowned slightly.  This was not the same Jennie who had worked for him for the last several years, surely?  That Jennie was a bit of a slacker….

“Some of us are going round to
Freddie’s
for drinks and appetizers after work. Would you like to join us, Jennie?” It was a sought-after honour to be asked to join Geoffrey and the other senior management personnel at
Freddie’s
on a Friday night. Jennie had never been invited before. She noted with amusement that Geoffrey’s eyes were on her tits, and he was licking his lips…

She was used to having her tits admired now, she realized. Mick admired them constantly.
It always made her nipples hard, and that showed through her silk blouse, she knew. It was very pleasing, having her tits admired. Both by Mick
and
by Geoffrey….

She stretched languidly.  Geoffrey’s eyes grew warmer.

Mick was turning her into a wanton piece of ass, the way she was teasing Geoffrey now…not that she’d do any more than tease him.

She belonged to Mick.
But the thought of Mick making love on the set to the actress who played ‘
Emma
’, simulating sex, or maybe not simulating it…it made her just a little wanton, just a little. She looked at Geoffrey through half closed lids. He really was attractive, and her eyes showed him she thought so.

“Thanks for asking me, Geoffrey,
but I have a ride picking me up.”

“Going to the country to visit your friends again, are you?”
Geoffrey sighed.

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Perhaps you’ll see the actor again, Jennie.”

“Perhaps, Geoffrey, perhaps I will.”

Jennie smiled at her boss, a dazzling smile.  He’d never really noticed Jennie’s smile before, just her excellent tits and ass…he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those tits, those nipples rubbing against her blouse. They were very prominent now and he could imagine them, how they’d look, and feel…

She stretched again.

Oh my G
od, he was getting hard…

N
ow that he was divorced, and she’d expressed her aversion to being centre of any gossip at the magazine, maybe he would explore those tits and that ass closely, at leisure. He was about to suggest a dinner next week, to discuss such things, when there was a knock on Jennie’s door. 

The receptionist
opened it.  “Jennie, these just came for you.”

She brought in a spray of orchids in an antique Chinese pot, and set it on
Jennie’s desk. There was a card clipped to the plant.

“Who sent you these,
Jennie?” asked Geoffrey.

Jennie
opened the card, read it, smiled and blushed…

“
Robert Heinlein once wrote that orchids remind him of a woman’s vagina.

Jennie, your delicious little honey pot is ten times, no a thousand times more beautiful than these rare orchids, my Darling.

                                                                      Yours, Mick”

“
Who sent them, Jennie?” asked Geoffrey again.

“My lover, Geoffrey, my lover sent them.” Jennie’
s eyes glowed.

Geoffrey smiled
ruefully to himself.  That dinner would have to wait until Jennie broke off with this lover. Oh well, her previous affairs hadn’t last long, the two that he could remember.

“What does the card say,
Jennie?” asked the receptionist.

“It says that I’
m more beautiful than the orchids, Pamela.”

They were a nosy bunch, at
Jennie’s office, and for the next hour the gossip buzzed. 

“I didn’
t know she had a lover?”

“That’
s an antique Chinese vase, you know.  My auntie has one, worth thousands.”

“Susie, you’
re her best friend at the office, what has she said to you about her lover?

“Nothing, Peter, nothing.”

“They say she had a lot to do with us getting the exclusive interview for the
Avengers
film on Monday, and they asked for her to go with the reporter and photographer.”

“Maybe one of the crew on the film is her lover?”

Jennie had closed her office door, and sat, smiling at the orchids.  She tucked the card into her handbag after she’d read it five times. Then she got back to work and finished editing the story.  She’d texted her thanks to Mick’s mobile.