Seated at a private booth James snapped his fingers; "Hey; Nick! Do you want to hear the rest or not?" The younger man blinked and turned back to face James. "Yeah; yeah." He answered, but Nick couldn't take his eyes off the two bunnies that had just walked into the bar. James could only smile. These two would have been something he'd have gone after himself in his youth. James was glad to see that his time wasn't being wasted with this one. After the two beauties; one a red head, and the other a dirty blonde took their seats at the bar James now continued telling his tale. The bar maid brought each a drink; James giving her a generous tip plus the amount due, dismissed this young thing as if she was a bother.
Anyways; Nick, as I was saying our Ms. O'Connor left for work and had no idea how interesting this day would be. Renee had to pull over several times on her way; who knew how effective these things she had in her worked. Renee nearly lost control three times on her way to work because of her toys. When the car pulled into her parking spot; not being able to take it any longer, the blonde pulled the things out of her and let them fall to the floor. With her eyes barely opened our young actress tried to walk straight, and headed towards her cramped little trailer. Not wanting to be mean the stage hands that seen her heading over to her dressing room all thought Renee was drunk. Who could have blamed them; her eyes were barely opened, and she staggered as she walked.
The day's script was already on the small table, and a note which said that they were having some technical difficulties, and they wouldn't be able to begin until elven that morning. This meant that she'd have some hours to kill. It was still early morning and Renee figured some studying would pass the time. "Oh; great! They want me up in that harness again. What? They didn't get what they needed yesterday?" The strawberry blonde really didn't want to do that again. She didn't want to admit it to herself or the others; but that thing gave her the willies. She knew deep down that it was safe, but she still had that feeling in the pit of her stomach. This meant that she'd have to spend yet another afternoon of just hanging around and doing nothing.
Startled; the blonde's body jerked, as a knock came from the other side of the door and a woman's voice asked if Renee was there. It was Lucy and she kept her steady knocking until the short blonde finally opened the door. Lucy had just been through make up and had on her Xena costume. "Hey Ren; did you see this?" The dark haired amazon was waving a script in her hand. "Are you okay with this? I don't know how they're going to get around the sensors with this stunt." Renee surprised at seeing Lucy as Xena shook her head and seemed preoccupied. "What's wrong?" Lucy asked concerned about her friend. The amazon was surprised at this short thing's strength as Renee pulled her into her trailer and slammed the door closed.
Lucy still with the script in one hand and now completely confused couldn't react fast enough when Renee jumped on her and began to thrust and grind her hips against Lucy's stomach. Renee grabbed the dark haired beauty's hands forcing her hands deep into her soft mounds on her chest, and threw herself backwards. This didn't have the desired effect that the blonde thought would happen. Lucy taken aback let go and Renee fell backwards ending upside down with her skirt down around her waist exposing her mount between her legs.
Renee's hands and arms were the only thing preventing her head from hitting the floor. With her legs still clenched tightly around Lucy's waist Lucy's height was now the only thing that prevented gravity from taking the blonde the rest of the way to the carpeted floor. Lucy struggled to get this snake like grip of her friend from around her. It was a struggle, but the much taller babe won the day and freed herself. "What's going on Renee; what the hell are you doing?" Seeing the flash in this blonde's eyes Lucy didn't realized that she'd dropped the script in her hands. She might have been small, but she was powerful and the amazon lost this fight. A rare thing for Lucy or Xena for that matter; who according to the script writers always won the day no matter who the foe was.
With the skill of a battling bard this amazon's black leather skirt was up around her waist, and those black panties were lying on the floor beside her legs. "It's your turn." The blonde spoke in a whisper and spread wide Lucy's legs exposing the target of this blonde's obsession at the moment. Lucy was going to ask what Renee meant by; "It's your turn" when she looked on as this blonde head disappeared between her legs. Renee pulled Lucy even wider apart so she could get better access. Try as she may Lucy didn't seem to have the strength to stop this mad woman who was now feasting on her. Lucy felt a tongue lick her; then disappear inside this tight slit, and again back to generously licking at her. Renee wasn't having the desired results she'd wanted, so in went three of her fingers deep inside this space surrounded by thin black hair. It wasn't long before these magic fingers did their job. Lucy first arched her back then threw her hips up into Renee's face. Lucy's head moved from side to side and finally came to a rest as she blankly looked off to her left. It was this amazon's turn to be emptied of every drop of juice that was in this tall body of hers.
Renee stood up; holding Lucy upside down and used her body like a straw draining her friend of every last sticky drop. When she was done with her Renee let this body fall to the ground and climbed on top of her. Ripping that Gabrielle bra off of herself she had Lucy consume her entire soft flesh on her chest. She force fed it to Lucy who took as much as she could, and when no more fit it was the blonde's turn to explode in delight. Out of reflex Lucy clamped down on the stuff in her mouth and began to chew on it as though it was a giant wad of gum. Renee's hips pounded Lucy into the ground repeatedly, but now it was Lucy's turn to not let go. Somehow the raven hair beauty was beginning to enjoy herself and a bit too much for the blonde's liking.
James suddenly stopped talking; he noticed that Nick was no longer listening to him, and instead was looking at those two women at the bar. The young lad didn't have to say anything, but James knew what he wanted. "You know I can help you with that." The youngster with the thing beard briefly looked at him; then returned to his previous activity while gulping the drink James had gotten for him. "Hmm; what?" James got up and motioned for Nick to follow him. Both left the bar; but Nick didn't know why he was following this stranger, and not staying. James walked out to the parking lot and threw Nick a set of keys and told him he could drive. The twenty something stopped; stared, and couldn't believe his eyes. James was walking towards the passenger's door of this classic Porsche 928. The color was odd; it was a high gloss black color, but if you looked at it in just the right angle Nick detected some purplish color as well. The leather interior was gold in color; a sweet ride all the way around, and now he was holding the keys to this machine. "You sure you want me to drive?" This was a stranger and a stranger's car. It could be stolen or something just as bad that might get him in way over his head.
"Don't worry Nick; it's mine, and it can be yours if you want. I need you to drive me somewhere and I'll explain everything. You can drive a stick can't you?" This guy didn't have to ask that twice. The young man was already seated when James was closing the door on his side. Uncommon for Nick; even though the car was capable of vastly greater speeds, and James often took it to the limits Nick kept it within reason as they headed out to the marina not far away. Nick normally wasn't from these parts, but found that his navigator knew these streets like the back of his hand and in no time the two of them were facing this rather daunting boat.
James had him park near this white boat; the Pershing 62 racing yacht. Not only was this craft very luxurious, but it too was built for speed. Nick again followed James like a lost puppy dog, and at this moment this wasn't far from the truth. James showed Nick to a seat on the main deck and explained why he had told him that story of the two actresses. James used to be a guy just like him, but had grown tired of the playboy lifestyle. He even told Nick of the box that he found on one of his many adventures; the thing couldn't be opened, but he found many other uses for it. "The box and the boat is one unit; they have to stay together, but the car you drove here in is yours to keep. The box has chosen you to be the next caretaker. It will give you a life that mere mortals can only dream of. When you grow tired you'll have to do as I just did; find someone to take over, and give him this boat and everything that comes with it."
Nick couldn't believe it; this was all a joke, it had to be. But James shown him the bill of sales for the car and boat; both were in his name, his complete name and address back in the states. James then plopped this passport and bank book on the counter in front of him. These too also now belonged to him, and it might be the drinks, but Nick nearly passed out when he looked at the amount in the bank book. He had never seen so many zeros in all his life. According to this Nick was a millionaire. "What about the money; do I get to keep it too?" James told him that any amount greater than this number he could keep for himself, but the next caretaker gets one million dollars just like him. The young man asked if James was keeping any money for himself. This brought a smile and a nod from James. "Oh yes; I invested wisely and made out pretty good for myself. Good gambling decisions didn't hurt either. There are lots of ways to make money; just don't spend it all in one place. Enjoy yourself; enjoy the sun and women, and the boat and box will take care of the rest."