June 2020
So how has everyone's quarantine been? Fun? Productive? Anxiety-inducing? Yeah that sounds about right. I myself have been trying to keep busy. One of the many projects that I have on my list at the Lodge (which I wrote in the early days when I first inherited the house and have been slowly working my way through ever since) was to finally go down into the maze-like basement and sketch out some ideas for improvements.
The basement up until this point had always been just an odd storage area. There were miscellaneous rooms stocked with this or that, another was a very large wine cellar, although it was never stocked or finished. When quarantine began and the number of guests, and therefore distractions, I had suddenly dropped to zero, I decided to use that time to start working on the basement. So, when I wasn't being crushed with loneliness at not having a constant stream of divine beauties appearing at my doorstep, I was working on that.
Not to say that I had zero interactions with the girls during this time period. As evidenced by my discrete visit to Kat Dennings back in March, there were a few house calls. The girls knew I lived alone, so my risk of infection was minimal, and what better way to pass the time than to reach out and have someone show up on your doorstep for an afternoon of fucking? Several girls in the Los Angeles area made that request in one form or another, and I was happy to oblige. I would've likely thrown open the doors and welcomed anyone who wanted to come up to the Lodge with open arms, but I thought it best to keep things low-key until the world was clear enough for a large gathering. Didn't want to make those living far away jealous.
For those that lived elsewhere, it was a little more challenging. There was no chance in hell anyone was flying in to Los Angeles, so those that lived in England for example basically turned into long-distance yearning, complete with phonecalls, video chats, and the occasional dirty-talking session. The most prominent examples of this were with Emilia Clarke, Emma Watson, and Anya Taylor-Joy. Oh how I missed Anya. But I don't want to mope on here. Onto the story.
As time went on, girls started to get more creative in their ideas for activities we could do. My favorite instance of this was one of the days I was talking to Emma Dumont. Her being a Los Angeles resident who was not exactly a party-girl, but a frequenter of a lot of different spaces, gave her a lot of ideas. Granted, a lot of these places where either still closed, or wouldn't work for what we wanted to do in the first place, but Emma had the greatest idea I'd heard in months. One random weekday, while I was working in the basement, Emma texted me a link. It opened into a page for a drive-in movie theatre. After that she just texted me "?"
I immediately responded back "Absolutely."
The idea was brilliant. My car had tinted windows, which had served myself and Emilia Clarke well in the past, so in the darkness of a drive-in theater's parking lot we would be in our own little world. Plus, my mind was already racing at the prospect of running my hands up Emma's legs in the backseat during a movie. Our "date" was set very quickly for the following weekend. Emma promised to dress the part.
When the day came, I dressed the part myself, wearing a button-up shirt, and thin dress pants with nothing underneath (it would only be in the way anyway). Easy enough. Tiny spritz of cologne to make it seem more 'date nighty' and I was good to go. I locked down the Lodge, got the car out of the garage, and set out for Los Angeles. It was early in the evening when I left, which when doubled with the late sunset of June, gave me plenty of time to pick up Emma, and get a spot in the drive-in lot before dark.
I got to Emma's place and texted her of my arrival. I had to wait a moment, but then spotted her as soon as she stepped out the door. Emma Dumont was hard to miss at any time, with her taller height, her ultra-petite and lithe body, her porcelain white skin, that dark hair, and those always dark and smoky looking eyes. Tonight she stood out even more. She walked out the front door, which immediately prompted a low whistle from me.
Emma was wearing a black leather jacket, which was on top of a white crop-top, showing off her flat, tight stomach. Further down, she was wearing a black leather skirt that was short, but also not tight. Scanning down her statuesque legs led my eyes to the heels she was wearing, which were black and had only glittery straps over the top of her feet. Her hair was no longer the jet black it previously was, but still a dark shade of brown and hanging casually. Her makeup was not subtle, but it was well-done. Eyes darkened with smoky lids and mascara, lips done up with a coat of deep red.
I rolled down my window a little bit, and then wolf-whistled to Emma to catch her attention. She caught my gaze, and then smiled as she quickly made her way to the car. Emma climbed in one extravagant leg at a time and closed the door behind her as I rolled up the window. Once she was seated, she looked over at me with a decidedly naughty smirk.
"You're here, in the flesh," she said as she started to lean over.
We kissed once, urgently pressing our lips together after not having done so in far too long.
"I'm the one in the flesh?" I said as my hand reached out and immediately went up the silky-smooth skin of her thigh. Emma giggled, and we kissed again.
"Let's get going," Emma said as she pointed for me to take a right at the end of the block.
I followed her instructions, and being roughly familiar with LA, soon realized that we were not quite going the direction which I thought led to the theater. When we began to zip through another residential area, my suspicions were soon confirmed.
"And it's on the left along here," Emma pointed again as we pulled up in front of a house. The house was spacious, and behind one of the traditional Hollywood Hills' style black gates. I looked through as best I could, and saw two blondes sitting out on the front stoop side by side. As soon as I parked, Emma got out of the car and waved, and as soon as one of the blonde shapes stood up I recognized who it was. There was only one blonde like that who would get Emma so excited.
Natalie Alyn Lind stepped forward, her shorter, bustier shape coming into view as she got closer. She was wearing a light purple, or lilac-colored sundress, the loose shape of which did little to restrain her massive tits. She hurried to the gate in such a way that her tits bounced as she stepped, with her tan sandals scooting on the pavement of the driveway. As we waited for the gate to open, I looked back and watched the other blonde stand up. Much thinner than Natalie, but the same height., with shorter hair. She stood on the porch for a moment and watched Natalie come through the gate and greet Emma with a joyous hug. Although for a moment I was certain she was looking at me, or at least trying to through the tinted windows of my car.
Emma and Natalie quickly came back to the car, and then entered into the backseat together. Emma climbed in first, grinning at my reflection in the rearview mirror as Natalie followed her.
"Well hello," I said as I turned and looked back at Natalie.
"Surpriiise," Natalie said with an excited smirk of her own. "Glad to see me?"
