The caterers must have thought that they had hit the jackpot when they set up lunch for the Donkey Productions staff. There were a bevy of females, one of whom was topless, and another clad in her underwear. A third woman clad in a mini-dress was dangling her leg over a naked man whose penis hung halfway to the ground, but was otherwise ignoring him. A naked boy, completely unashamed over his nudity, was getting something rubbed onto his butt by an attractive, clothed woman. Pete walked over and settled up the bill.
"Good work if you can get it, eh?" The caterers said nothing. They were used to seeing strangeness, but this was a little beyond their everyday strangeness. Better to remain silent they thought, and increase their chances of getting more business from these people.
Tim's butt was sore, but his penis was sated. Jo had really drained him. The same could be said about James, at least concerning his butt, but his penis was rarely sated. Jane was doing her best to arouse it by sitting in a way that allowed James to see under her dress, should he be so inclined. He was.
"Jane, could you stand up for a second?"
"Why?"
"Your dress," he said, lifting the hem up slightly, "oh, maybe not...I thought you were pulling a Jessie. I didn't think the front of your dress covered your crotch."
"I don't need to flaunt," Jane replied, "just tease." She smoothed her hem. "It's a little stretched out, I suppose. But it's forty-years-old, this dress, so what do you expect. This is the one my mother brought over yesterday. What's the matter? Aren't I teasing
him
enough?"
James looked down at his cock, which still hung flaccid between legs. "Don't judge by this," he said, lifting it up. "I'm just waiting for the right moment." No sooner had he said that than a soft breeze lifted Jane's hem, and a tiny sliver of panty was displayed for a brief second.
"Aha," he exclaimed. "I think that's the right moment." Mr. Penis began to rise and was sticking outwardly. Jane shook her head and laughed. There was no challenge in turning him on.
"You did really good this morning," cooed Monica, as she applied balm to Tim's sore region. "Every Donkey man gets done one way or another, and you passed with flying colors." She rubbed her hand over his butt cheeks. "I don't know about you, but I'm not hungry right now. Let's go inside; I'll show you my appreciation."
Tim smiled sheepishly as they made their way to the house. He was expected to deliver another cum shot that afternoon, but Monica assumed she'd be able to coax one out of him now and still have him ready for the camera at the appropriate time. Oh to be young and full of vigor, she thought.
Jo and Yanka meanwhile were getting to know each other better by spreading salad dressing over Jo's breasts and having Yanka lick it off. Jo didn't usually go for women, but as she liked to say, she was tri-sexual, which meant that she'd try anything. And who better to experiment with than the exotic Yanka, for whom it was all in a day's work. The morning session left her unfulfilled. She was feeling randy. Man or woman, it didn't matter.
Pete munched on a sandwich and kept an eye on the driveway for the arrival of Jacky. He had seen Monica go off with Tim, and he was concerned. It was going to end badly, he figured, and was hoping that the long-term damage to the company was minimal. He would have reasoned with her, but passion rarely listens to reason, so why bother. And who was he, anyway, to tell his ex-wide how to live. He was no Saint, and he liked them young too, just like Monica. And look who was approaching him, Miss gym shorts and tank top; and she had a trust fund too, just like her brother. Yeah, I'd bone that, Pete thought to himself.
"What's up, Mister Pete?"
"Hey kid, I'm just waiting for our diva to show up. I hope she finds the place."
"Have you seen Monica?"
"Yeah, she's inside, fucking your brother." Pete was nothing, if not honest.
"I could use some of that myself," she said.
"Kid, your day will come. I thought you had eyes for the elephant boy?"
Mandy sighed. "Yeah, but he only has eyes for long legs over there."
"Kid, don't give up. You see something, you want it, you go grab it."
*****
Jacky was thirty-nine, but claimed to be thirty-five. Pete had met her at a club; she was a friend of a friend. Monica needed someone to play his wife in a scene. Someone hot, but not too hot. Someone who could still turn the head of a younger man. Someone who didn't mind doing a threesome with an eighteen-year-old boy and a thirty-year-old with a freakish dick. In short, they needed a Donkey girl. Pete performed a personal inspection on Jacky, and she passed the test. She could fuck, she could suck, and the tiny jellyroll around her waist endeared rather than repelled. Jacky still retained a sexy edge, she still had the look; a look that suggested she was good in bed. She had the potential to be a Donkey girl. Pete took some nude photos and sent them to Monica, who found them intriguing. Not only that, Pete said that she talked like 'Mae West on steroids'.
Jacky had long, blond hair with bangs coming down almost to her eyes. Pete also sent Monica some photos of Jacky in a black bra and panties. Her ample breasts got pushed up by the bra and practically spilled out, which was the final selling point, as those pleased Monica more than the nude photos. Jacky's breasts were close to being in Olivia's territory, but not quite. The director was working out the details of how Jacky could give Tim a tit fuck while keeping her bra on, and have James plug her from behind. Or maybe Jacky could lie down and Tim could straddle her. It would probably turn him on if he slipped his penis under her bra. Maybe James could stand over them and beat off and spill his cum on both of them. So many possibilities...
"You know what would really turn me on," Jane said, "I'd love to see you go full homo."
"Ain't gonna happen," replied James.
"You wouldn't do that for me? If you did, I'd let you do anything to me that you wanted. I'd hold it for you while you peed; you could even piss on me...let's see, what else...you could fuck me in the ass, how's that? Even though you'd probably break me in half, I'd let you do it. You could do anything. You could go through my underwear drawer and...wait, that's too weird, even for me.
"You know, you owe me."
"For what?"
"Have you forgotten about next week with your mother?"
