Jennie's Joy (9 page)

At five to five, her mobile rang. 

“We’re downstairs, darling.  Filming finished early today.”

“I’
ll be down right away, Mick.  The orchids are lovely.”

“Not as lovely as you are
, Jennie. Take your panties off, darling, I want to touch you all the way home…”

Jennie
did as she was told, and slipped out of her panties, put them in the shopping bag with her new bits of froth, turned out her office light, and went down in the lift with three or four of her colleagues.

They saw the chauffeured limousine at the door, they saw the chauffeur bow and take
Jennie’s package from her, open the back door for Jennie, and they saw a man’s arms reach out for her as the chauffeur closed the door.

Mick
was kissing her deeply as the long black limousine pulled smoothly into the traffic.  His hand was already up under her skirt, his fingers playing with her, exciting her.  “Good girl, Jennie.  I love how you do as I tell you…” he murmured before he kissed her again and again and plunged his fingers deep inside her.

Jennie
’s colleagues stood staring at the disappearing limousine.

“Did you see who that was in the limo?”

“No, did you?”

“No, nor me
. You can’t see anything through those black tinted windows.”

“Well, whoever he is, he’
s got lots of money…”

“We knew that upstairs, when he sent her the orchid in the Ming vase.”

Mick held Jennie tightly. 

“Bad day, darling?”

“Bad two days, Jennie. Charles, the director is furious with me. Deana, the actress who plays
Emma
, is furious with me. Nothing went right with filming that bloody love scene. Nothing. It should have taken a hour at the most, instead, we wasted two days on it.  I don’t even want to mention work all weekend.”

“Then we won’t, Mick, baby, we won’t.”  Jennie unzipped Mick’s trousers, and lowered her head, and made him forget about everything but the pleasure he was receiving from her wonderful lips and her treacherous tongue. Oh how he loved her treacherous tongue…he loved it all the way to Berkshire.

They didn’t leave Mick’s estate until Monday morning. They walked a little in the garden, but mostly they stayed in his private suite, that charming little sitting room and massive bedroom with the big fireplace that had the white fur rug in front of it, and soaked every evening in the massive tub in the luxurious bathroom. Mornings they showered, but on the weekend, in the evening, they played in the tub.

“I may put a swimming pool in, darling,”
Mick told her. “With underwater lighting, so that I can watch you in the pool.”

SIX

Monday morning
Mick kissed her deeply as he got out of the limo at the studio. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, my darling.”

“Did you ask for me to come with the reporter,
Mick?”

“I’m afraid I did,
Jennie.  I need you there this morning. Do you mind?”

“No,
Mick. You know that I never mind doing what you want. It will be fun, watching you film.”

She was at her desk by seven, and had edited two short articles by nine, when the staff came to work. Every one of the thirty three employees came by to say good morning.

Susie plopped down in the seat opposite Jennie’s desk. 

“Everybody wants to know who picked you up on Friday night.”  Susie
’s tone demanded an answer.

Jennie
smiled at her, “And good morning to you as well, Susie.”

“Who?”

“Didn’t any one see?”

“Gloria says all they could see was the limo, the chauffeur, you getting into the car, and somebody taking you into his arms and kissing you.
The windows were tinted too darkly to see him.”

“Ah…well, that’
s all you need to know, isn’t it?  My lover has a chauffeur and a limousine and he picked me up Friday at five and took me to his house in Berkshire…”

“I thought your friend with the house in Berkshire was a woman, Lucy?”

Jennie laughed.  “I have more than one friend in Berkshire, Susie.”

Susie changed the subject.  “Geoffrey
’s P.A. says that you met Michael Gerrard at a dinner in Berkshire and that’s why we’ve got this exclusive interview on the film set today.”

“Ah, yes…
one of the actors was at the dinner with us.”  Susie immediately assumed that the mystery lover had been with Jennie when she met Michael Gerrard.

“What time do you have to be on the set?”

“Ten.”

“You aren’
t very dressed up, are you?” Susie remarked. “If it were me going to the
Avengers
set, I’d be dolled up to the nines. I mean, your leather skirt is alright, and that is a nice blazer, I suppose, but I‘d be wearing that black pants suit you have if it were me, showing off my bum.”

“Why?  The focus isn’
t on me, Susie.  It’s on the people we are going to interview.”

Susie shrugged her shoulders and got up.  She wasn
’t getting anywhere with Jennie, getting absolutely no information. She stood at the doorway, about to speak again when Jennie’s mobile rang,

“
Jennie here…hello, darling.…yes, it was one of the most enjoyable weekends I ever spent as well, darling…yes, I’m looking forward to seeing you shortly as well…ah…ah…no, I’m not alone, sexy beast, there’s someone in my office…thank you sweetheart.”  Jennie hung up with a dreamy expression on her face, a glow in her eyes.

“Oh, so your lover
is
someone to do with the film?” Susie surmised.”A producer, perhaps, and that’s why Michael Gerrard was at your dinner…”

She didn
’t wait for an answer, but rushed off to share her somewhat erroneous conclusions.

Jennie sat at her desk.

Michael Gerrard. Mick Gerhardt or Gerald. Or Gerrard.

The estate,
the limousine, the deferential way the director had spoken to him on the telephone, the way he was sure the press would be a problem. The way they’d been the centre of attention at the restaurant. The way he always hurried her through the library, so she never got a chance to look at all those awards…

He had been a leading man for twenty years. Really.

She rang his mobile.

“Yes, darling?”

“You’re Michael Gerrard, aren’t you? My face is burning with embarrassment, I feel such a fool…”

“Don’t, baby. I did my very best to keep it from you…”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the first woman for so many years who’s come to my bed because of lust, not because of what I can do for you, babydoll. And I love it. You aren’t going to leave me because of it, are you?
Because I didn’t tell you who I am?  You aren’t mad at me are you?” Mick sounded anxious.

In spite of herself, Jennie smiled.
“No, of course not. I just feel very stupid.”

“No, baby, no. Listen, I have
to go, they’re ready to shoot…please don’t be upset with me, Jennie.”

Jennie sat another minute or two. Mick sounded very worried that she would be upset with him. She’d better make certain he knew she wasn’t. Sh
e went to the Ladies’ and took her panties off.

The taxi picked up
Jennie, Rachel the reporter, and Jerome the photographer at half past nine.  They glided past the studio gates when the driver identified the passengers as being from “
Women of Britain
” magazine.  The guard had directed the drive to go to Studio 3, and they were soon outside a large building with Studio 3 painted in large letters on the side.  Jennie, Rachel and Jerome went through the door.  An attractive young woman was waiting for them,

“
Hello, I’m Pasty, from P.R. Follow me. They’re trying to wrap a nude scene, having quite a bit of difficulty getting the right expressions for some reason. Nude shoots are closed sets, but you three have been authorized. Highly unusual for outsiders to be allowed on nude sets.  Very quiet now.  I’ll take you to your seats.  Not a word until the director comes over to you…and you can’t take any photographs until we authorize you to.”

She led them to three canvas seats lined up beside the director. Rachel grabbed the seat closest to the great man, Jerome sat in the middle, and Jennie, smiling, pulled the third seat back, so that she was a couple
of feet behind the others. She sat, and watched Mick on the set. He and a naked young actress were positioned on a bed. Mick was lolling against the headboard, the actress was lying in front of him, her body hiding Mick’s cock. Just as he’d told Jennie the script said, so the camera could get a full shot of the naked
Emma
, the beautiful, sexy
Emma
.

Jennie’s eyes clouded. The reality of seeing Mick naked with a sexy young actress was as awful as she’d imagined it would be.

There was a camera on a boom positioned above the headboard and another one in front of the sound stage.

Rachel’s eyes were shining.  She was looking at Michael Gerrard, nude. 

Jerome
’s eyes were shining. He was looking at Deana Duke, the female lead, nude. 

Jennie
’s eyes were anything but shining. 

She was looking at her lover, naked on a bed with such a beautiful woman.

What game was Mick playing with her?  Making her watch him make love to Deana Duke.

She
remembered the rumours, that
he
didn’t
fake the sex in his nude scenes. He enjoyed doing it on camera too much, he’d laughed in one article she’d read years ago.

Jennie
remembered that article as she looked at him now on the set, remembered how his costars raved about his sexual prowess.  And she knew from personal experience about his sexual prowess.  She wanted it all for herself. She remembered his offhand comment to her that actors sometimes didn’t fake the fucking, confirming her fears… 

They sat quietly
watching several takes.  The Director was not pleased.  He rose from his chair and started pacing back and forth behind Jennie.

“I don
’t know what your problem is, Mick, but I need life in your eyes, passion, desire, and I’m not getting it.  For god’s sake, Deana is a bloody sex goddess! Respond to her, man,
respond
! Have you turned queer or something? I’ve done seven films with you, man,
seven
! I’ve never seen you with a limp dick before!”

Jennie
smiled. 
Ah, Mick wanted to show her that making love on a film set was just a job to him, and in this case, a difficult job!…but making love to her was a pleasure.

The lights came up while the Director changed the position of the cameras. 
Mick was still propped up against the headboard of the bed on the set…his eyes were bleak. He looked most unhappy, Jennie noted with some satisfaction. She didn’t think he’d been fucking Deana. She glanced at Mick’s cock, partly visible from where she sat. It was limp, very limp. Jennie giggled to herself. It was never that limp when they were home together in bed, unless he was sleeping of course, and even then, just a soft touch was enough….

She saw him catch sight of her, and smile.  She smiled back and crossed her legs, so that her skirt rode up and up…

Mick’s eyes grew warmer…and warmer when she uncrossed her legs and parted her knees. His eyes started to burn as he realized that Jennie had removed her panties…just as he had hoped she would, but had not asked her to.

“That’
s it, Mick, that’s exactly the expression I want…the desire shining out of your eye… Take seventeen, everybody…”

Mick
’s eyes were focused on Jennie, even though he couldn’t see her in the dark, and the scene went off smoothly.

“Cut,” c
alled out the Director. “Thank God, a take we can use, I think.”  The lights came back up.  Jennie’s knees were modestly together.  Her leather skirt was pulled down again.  A smile played at the corner of her lips.

Mick
stood up.  He had a huge erection.  Rachel gasped.  “He really is hung, isn’t he?” she leaned back and whispered to Jennie…”I wish that was me on the bed beside him, oh boy, what a man!”

Jennie
just smiled at Mick as he slowly pulled his robe on.  He walked over to them.  “Hello, Jennie…” His voice was low, husky, intimate.

“Hello,
Mick.” Jennie was almost whispering. She licked her lower lip and grinned impishly at him.

“That helped.”

“I thought it might.”

The Director heard those softly spoken words
and looked at the two of them, lost in their own world. 

Rachel and Jerome,
seated slightly in front of Jennie, missed the words, the looks between Mick and Jennie.