Olympic Dreaming

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Chapter 18

I watched the bead of sweat slowly meander down her throat. Her chin was pointing towards the ceiling, displaying her long, slender neck. As the droplet traversed down her golden skin, it vibrated as her neck pulsed rapidly with the blood pumping around her body. Upon reaching her collarbone, the droplet continued its journey downwards, randomly changing direction as it met the tiny, almost invisible hairs on her body. I continued watching its journey up the slopes of Mount Left Breast until it reached the heights of Nipple Castle, a tall structure that had recently risen from the mountaintop. It joined three other beads I'd just watched on a similar journey. The castle was gyrating above me, tracing ovals in the air as Sabrina, its owner, bounced up and down on my cock. I sat up and traced around the castle walls with my tongue, taking in the beads before they fell to their deaths. As I sucked Sabrina's nipple into my mouth, she cried out and ground her hips harder against me as she climaxed for the third time. I held her tightly to me; her breasts pressed hard against my face as she bucked and twerked for all she was worth, trying to get me to cum in her tight tunnel. Her actions were rewarded, and I grunted and thrust up as my cock unleaded a week's worth of cum into her warm tight tunnel.

We breathed hard, heads pressed together as we recovered before kissing tenderly.

"I needed that!" Sabrina exclaimed, giggling.

"You and me both!" I replied.

"I'm surprised she didn't give you a black eye with those monsters slapping you around the face!" Mai said from the bed beside us. She was naked like us, lying down with her head resting on one hand with her other gently caressing her pussy.

Sabrina and I laughed at Mai's description of Sabrina's large breasts. Mai wasn't very well endowed in that department, but her tits were delightful, and her nipples incredibly sensitive, and I made sure she knew I loved hers just as much.

"Okay," Mai continued. "I'll let you two have another ten minutes smooching and being all lovey-dovey, then it's my turn! Sabrina can get you hard again with that unnatural thing she does with her mouth and throat, and then you can pound me from behind good and hard. I need a good fucking after watching you two!"

Sabrina and I laughed at Mai's demands. No one could ever accuse Mai of not being forthright in expressing her desires, and I absolutely loved trying to keep her happy. In the end, Sabrina and I cuddled for around eight minutes before Sabrina took my cock into her mouth to 'resurrect the beast'. As she did, Mai lapped at Sabrina's pussy, drinking up all the cum she could from Sabrina's snatch. Watching Mai going down on Sabrina and feeling my cock enter Sabrina's throat soon had me fully erect, and Mai quickly moved onto all fours and wriggled her arse at me. As I entered Mai and started pounding into her, I felt, not for the first time, what an incredibly lucky sod I was.

The three of us shared a shower afterwards before heading downstairs to the smell of dinner cooking. Alicia and Naomi were busy in the kitchen and smiled as we entered, having heard most of the activity upstairs. I kissed them both and then helped set the table for dinner. I'd arrived home from Glasgow a few hours before, having spent the week up their filming. I had a supporting role in a made-for-TV movie, and we were six weeks into it. I'd started it three weeks after we'd returned from the Rio Olympics, and things were going smoothly. My involvement was due to finish in a few weeks at the end of November. The pay for around two months' work was more than any of my four girlfriends earned in a year, crazy, but none of us complained!

We chatted about our respective weeks, catching up on all the little things we didn't discuss over the phone. I told them I'd spoken to Emily, my agent, in the week and that the film I'd done earlier that year, 'Retribution 7', was due out at the beginning of December.

Stewart, the director of 'Retribution 7', was confident in its success and had already started on work for the sequel, which I was going to star in, and was working with writers on the script. If, as expected, '7' was successful, I had pencilled in dates in 2017 for the production of '8'. There were still the first three or four months at the start of next year when I didn't have anything planned, and Emily was working to find me something.

After our meal, we moved into the lounge to watch a Netflix movie. I sat between Alicia and Naomi, and they cuddled in close to me while Mai and Sabrina sat on the other chairs. Once the movie ended, Alicia and Naomi followed me to my bed, and I spent the night making love to them. Making up for lost time sure did have its benefits! The following day, I went into the city centre to get the finishing touches on my new tattoo. This one was on my left biceps and was the Olympic rings with 'Rio 2016' above and below, two gold medals. It matched the one on my right biceps from the London Olympics. When they'd finished, I looked in the mirror in the tattoo parlour, pleased with the results.

The TV movie finished filming at the end of November, and I now had some time off. I would meet some of the girls near their places of work for lunch and spend the rest of the time going to the gym, reading, cleaning the house or food shopping. I was getting quite domesticated, and the girls joked that I was becoming a good house husband for them.

I booked the five of us into a hotel suite in London for the premiere of '7' and took them shopping in London during the day for yet more dresses for them to wear. They looked divine, and after they had all modelled a series of sexy dresses for me, I had to spend the afternoon trying to hide my erection in my trousers. The premiere was a great success, and the critics loved the new movie, saying it was a return to the franchise at its best. Stewart and the team were in great spirits during the party afterwards, and we all felt confident that we would be doing '8' the following year.

December was a relaxing month for me. I took time to visit old friends and family and also taught judo and taekwondo in the evenings. '7' was breaking box office records and becoming a huge commercial success, staying at number one for the whole month in all the major markets worldwide. The opening week alone had made £200m, so the 2% Emily negotiated for me would be an excellent deal.

Over dinner one Sunday in December, we discussed where we would like to live once the current rental agreement was concluded. We all felt it was time to buy a house, and with '7' looking like it would be a big earner for me, we could now afford to think seriously about it. Naomi and Sabrina told us their employer was looking to open a new branch somewhere in the South West, and if they accepted a position, they would get a promotion within the first year. They were looking at Bournemouth, Bristol and Plymouth as possible locations. Alicia and Mai said they would happily consider their options once a location was found, so we agreed to wait and see. All three cities were in areas we liked, and it didn't make much difference to my work where I was based.

Christmas was spent together in Manchester before we split up to see our families on Boxing Day and then getting together again for New Year. In the middle of January, Naomi and I travelled down to see Egwene for a weekend. She still hadn't found a long-term partner, so we spent an energetic weekend fucking and eating from her fantastic pub menu as well as some short walks in between the frequent rain showers. In January, I also received an interim sum of £4m for '7'. Box office takings continued to be massive worldwide, and '8' was confirmed to start filming in April.

Stewart was already casting for the main characters to join Astrid and me. He had decided to cast two other females to join Astrid in the team to get a bit of a 'Charlie's Angels' vibe, and Astrid and I joined the casting once they had narrowed it down to half a dozen women to ensure good chemistry between us.

Ultimately, they chose a Japanese-American former MMA fighter, Brooke Akune. She was 24 years old, five feet six inches tall, with shoulder-length straight black hair and relatively good-sized breasts on her small, muscular frame. To me, she slightly resembled the actress Gemma Chan. She had retired from MMA after a career-ending knee injury in a motorcycle crash. The other woman was an African-American actress, Celeste Spring. She was 26 years old, five feet eight inches high, with long, thick, curly hair that ran down to the middle of her back. Her skin was very dark, and she looked to be well-endowed. She reminded me of former England women's footballer Alex Scott. Both women were funny and beautiful, and Astrid and I immediately hit it off with them.

Emily hadn't found me any movie work for the start of the year, so I just spent the time being a house husband, staying in shape and enjoying life. I also went up to see my uncle and aunt on the Isle of Skye for a few days as I'd not been up to see them for a while, and I missed them and Skye. Alicia took a few days' leave to join me, and we walked up to the quarry and held each other closely, gently crying into the other's shoulders as we remembered our first unforgettable meeting. Alicia's life could so easily have ended prematurely back then, and I would not have her brightening up my life.

In March, the script for '8' arrived, and I started getting acquainted with my role. This time, the plot was about an Eastern European businessman who was believed to be developing a virus that would make people very ill and inundate hospitals worldwide with patients. Our team's job was to infiltrate the organisation to determine if it was true and where the virus was being developed. Astrid would get a job as a cleaner, Celeste and Brooke would work in different administrative roles, and I would be a security guard. The four of us then had to discover what was being developed and where before shutting it down and ultimately bringing the businessman/terrorist to justice. So, nothing out of the ordinary for this movie genre, but if done well, it would be enjoyable to watch and good box office material.

We started filming at Pinewood in early April. This was Brooke's first movie, but she soon found her feet. Astrid and Celeste gave her pointers and support; both girls had gone to drama school and already appeared in several movies. I tried to add any advice I could, but my own experience was still limited. Brooke's mother was Japanese, and her father was American. He had been in the navy and met her mother on tour in Japan. They'd married and moved back to California and then raised Brooke. Celeste's family was from Detroit, and she grew up in a poor neighbourhood. She was incredibly bright, and drama school had been her ticket out of the poverty and crime she grew up around. She had already bought a big house in a good part of the city for her folks.

The four of us soon bonded and often socialised after shooting stopped. Brooke's MMA career was starting to take off when she had her accident, and she had been tipped for stardom, but she was philosophical about it and keen to start a new chapter in her life. We often sparred during downtime to keep us sharp and learned from each other. There was a nine-inch difference in our heights, and I weighed nearly twice as much as she did, so it might have looked odd to spectators. We bought some padded gear to protect ourselves during our sparing, but Brooke didn't hold anything back. My bigger size and strength meant I had to be careful, but it was very useful in improving my defence. We often drew a good crowd. Most of them had never seen martial arts performed and never from two such expert exponents.

Filming continued through April and May, and then we relocated to a Romanian town with many Soviet-era buildings to give the shots a bleak industrial vibe. We stayed here for three weeks, filming in and around the town, before briefly returning to the UK. After a one-week break, we headed to the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico to shoot the movie's climax. Our base was near the Belize and Guatemala border in a remote part of the Yucatan, and the crew had set up a tent camp for us. When I say 'tents', they were luxurious, so we, or at least some of us, were comfortably housed.

We all ate in one large marque with many tables and chairs. Although the main cast tended to eat together, we also tried to mingle occasionally and eat with the extras and crew. My Spanish was the best of the four of us, so I often translated, but many locals also spoke good English. I found this aspect of my new career fascinating, having the chance to go to different parts of the world, spend time with locals, and learn about their lives. Over the years, travelling around the world competing, I'd gradually learnt that this was a good use of my time, although I'd never spent long enough in one place before to get to know the people. My enthusiasm for learning the local culture soon rubbed off on the three girls, and they shared their experiences with the locals and seemed fascinated to learn from them.

We filmed both in the jungle near us and at a disused mine in the area, which we used as the headquarters and laboratory the villain used to develop the virus. Therefore, we tended to be either hot and sweaty or hot and covered in dust. Neither was very pleasant, but both were unavoidable. Costumes were figure-hugging vest-type tops and shorts for all of us. Stewart, the director, knew what would sell tickets, and four good-looking people showing off their bodies were definitely money earners. There was no nudity to keep the ratings down, but plenty of eye candy for both a male and female audience, which of us was eye candy to which demographic didn't really matter.

Brooke and I did most of the fight scenes ourselves, both being 'professionals' at it, while Astrid and Celeste used stunt women for the more complex scenes. I really liked doing the stunts but knew there were limits to my abilities. Watching the stunt crew was exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measure, and we all had great respect for them.

For the last week of filming, Mai joined me, and it was great to see one of 'my' girls again. We spent the night getting re-acquainted, and thankfully, I managed to get her to keep her noise levels down as the tents, although luxurious, were still made of material. Still, I got knowing looks from Celeste and Brooke the following day, and Astrid then told them more about my 'harem' and how noisy we usually were. Mai didn't help by enthusiastically agreeing with Astrid, and they tried their best to embarrass me. I knew I couldn't win, so I just owned it, joking about what a stud I was and saying that I needed four women to keep me satisfied. Brooke and Celeste took my comments in the manner they were meant and laughed along with Mai and Astrid.

Filming finally finished at the end of July, and we were even on schedule. Stewart was ecstatic with how the movie was going, and we celebrated that evening with lots of booze. The following day, we started packing up, all feeling the effects of the night before. Mai, Astrid, Brooke, Celeste and I were going to get a small plane to Cancún to catch a scheduled flight to Miami. We would then spend a week resting before returning to England to do any final sound work if they felt we needed to re-record any parts. Alicia, Naomi, and Sabrina were due to meet us in Miami so we could enjoy our time together. The girls would also have a chance to meet Brooke and Celeste. Stewart and the production crew were leaving later that day to fly back to London. The rest of the crew had to stay for a few days packing and would then bring the bulk of the gear home with them.

The four girls and I dressed smartly for our flight. I wore a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the girls a mix of pretty blouses and shorts for Astrid and Celeste or summery dresses for Mai and Brooke. We all wore good walking shoes, though, as the ground was wet and muddy from a storm that had started overnight. Once we got to Cancún, the girls intended to put on some sandals that matched their attire.

The journey to the airstrip took nearly an hour in the minibus. The roads were poor and flooded in places from the rain, but we eventually arrived. We dashed over to the small departure building, jumping over puddles and bundled in, only slightly damp from the rain. The pilot, Pedro, soon came to meet us, only to say we would have to wait another hour due to the weather. Not having much choice, we settled into some chairs and chatted while our bags were loaded onto the plane, and we got the go-ahead to leave. The airstrip was small and only served light aircraft, and I imagined passengers to be infrequent. A vending machine served hot drinks and crisps, but I expected most of the packets to be past their sell-by-date, so we didn't risk them. The girl at the desk looked understandably bored. She wasn't there when we arrived, so she probably had another job in between passengers arriving, but she had to sit at the reception desk in case we pesky passengers required anything.

Eventually, Pedro returned with the good news that we could now depart. The rain had passed, so we walked over to the small, single-engined plane and got into our seats. It could only hold six passengers, so it was not very roomy. I sat at the back in a row on my own. Brooke and Celeste were in the front two seats, with Mai in front of me and Astrid beside her. Pedro couldn't speak much English, so he told me in Spanish about our flight. We had just over two hours of flying time to Cancún, but thunderstorms were predicted en route, so we might have to fly around them, making the trip slightly longer. I relayed this information to the girls, and we settled in as he did his pre-flight checks and got clearance to take off.

Soon, the engine noise increased, and we taxied to the end of the runway. After a brief pause, the engine roared, and we accelerated down the runway and into the air. We all looked out of the windows as the trees passed us and grew smaller as we climbed. Being a small plane, we all had window seats and could watch the countryside pass below us as we flew. However, the plane was too noisy to hold a conversation easily, and, one by one, we nodded off to catch up on our lost sleep from the night before and recover from our slight hangovers.

I jolted awake sometime later as the plane hit some turbulence, and one of the girls gave out a little scream. It was raining heavily, and we had all been woken as the plane bounced in the turbulence. Seeing we were awake, Pedro shouted back that, as expected, he had to divert around the thunderstorm. Looking to my right, I could see the big, dark, ominous clouds with the occasional flash beneath them from the lightning. We flew for another twenty minutes, holding onto our seats to keep us from bouncing too much. Looking to my left, I could see further storm clouds approaching, and soon, we were in the middle of them. Visibility outside was atrocious, and the rain was incessant. The plane was now being buffeted violently, occasionally dropping what felt like hundreds of meters but was probably only a few before climbing again. The girls were all clearly frightened, and to be honest, so was I. I reached forward to put a hand on Mai's shoulder to comfort her, squeezing gently every now and then.

I don't know how long we had been in the storm and had no idea how high we were. The clouds were so dark and the rain so heavy it was like the middle of the night. The only respite from the darkness was the frequent lightning flashes, but all that did was light up the inside of the plane, the rain too heavy to see far outside. All of a sudden, during one lightning flash, Celeste screamed. Looking forward, I saw a high, tree-covered ridge right in front of us.