Tiff burst out laughing as she collapsed into the back seat of the cab and Marcus shut the door to go around.
"Good night?" said the cabby in a thick Russian accent.
"Unbelievable!" said Tiff. "Have you ever seen that movie The Devil's Face?"
"Ya, the mountain climbing movie with Cliff Rockman. He's shooting something in town."
"I just met him!" Tiff explained exuberantly. She grinned as Marcus got in. "You have to tell him!"
"Tell him what?" Marcus asked.
"He's been working on the movie they were shooting..." Tiff began.
"I was a carpenter on set," said Marcus modestly.
"Ya, where you going?" asked the cabby.
Marcus cleared his throat and gave their address stiffly, but Tiff was drunk and still unable to believe what had just happened. "Did you see the way the director's wife was looking at you?"
"I saw the way Handsome Cliff was looking at you," Marcus said, laughing. "He was undressing you with his eyes. I'm actually glad you didn't wear that little blue dress."
"Oh, get real!" Tiff laughed.
"I'm serious. I know you think he was only being nice, but he was flirting with you like mad."
"Fuck off!" she gasped as she considered the possibility that an action movie star had been trying to get in her pants. "So I should assume anytime a man is friendly, he just wants to have sex with me?"
"Seems safe," said the driver.
"But he's a movie star!"
"It's not super prestigious," Marcus assured her. "That guy will bang anyone."
Tiff nodded, smirking at her husband. "That makes sense. What about George and... what was her name?"
"Victoria."
"Ah, yes," Tiff agreed in a stuffy British accent. "Victoooria. I only ever heard her called 'yes dear'."
"Yeah, that was weird. I'd never met her before, and Mr. Logan was acting way different. Like, oh my god, who are you."
"Yeah, you said he was some kind of control freak, but he looked like a beaten dog."
"Classic bullied passing it on," Marcus said, nodding.
"That was so fucking crazy!" Tiff squealed. "Is that why you've been working late so much?"
"No, that was because there was a lot of work to do."
"You really never met Victoooria before?"
"First time ever," Marcus assured her, hand over his heart. "She just flew in for the wrap party."
"I drove her from airport last night," said the cabby. "Intimidating woman."
Marcus and Tiff laughed delightedly, gossiping the rest of the ride about the celebrities in town the last few months. Tiff's mood was still buoyant as they stumbled into the house. They just flicked on the lights in their studio apartment and Tiff sprawled to the bed. "I can't believe that I met a movie star. And he came on to me."
"You're beautiful," Marcus told her. "And like I said, the man tears through pussy. I only saw him a couple times before tonight, I was lowly to him, but when he saw you he gained respect for me. He was ready to fuck you right in front of me."
Tiff chuckled. "Can you imagine?"
Marcus smirked, nodding. "I can imagine he'd start making out with you right there at the bar."
"Oh really? Do you imagine me reciprocating?"
"Sure, I can imagine it. Acting all nervous and shy, but deep down so excited. I mean, he's so famous and haaaaaandsome! Sigh!"
Tiff leaned against him, giggling. "Well, he is pretty handsome. You wouldn't mind if I kissed him?"
"Not in my imagination," Marcus murmured. He kissed her softly once, and again more deeply. "I imagine those big famous hands exploring your body in front of everyone."
"They're so strong from all the rock climbing," Tiff agreed. "He leans over and whispers, 'I need a co-star for my next movie: Mounting the Bulge'."
"Good title," Marcus chuckled.
"Thank you. But oh, we need a director."
"Mr. Logan, to the set..."
Tiff shook her head, and put her nose into the air. "I think Victoooooria is better suited to this task."
"You know she didn't have an accent, right?"
"In my imagination she does," Tiff said. "She starts telling Cliff what to do. This is classy though, live theatre. There are at least thirty people in this bar, some disbelieving, some shocked, some excited, but they're all watching. They can't look away. Some of them are whispering amongst themselves as Cliff Rockman uses his big strong hands to lift me onto the bar and push my legs open.
"In my imagination, I did wear that little blue dress, and Cliff Rockman's hand is pushing it up along my thigh, his hand beneath it. he kisses me as he steps aside, holding my leg up so all the patrons can see my panties, directed to do so by Victoooooria. She's nodding in approval as she leans over for a closer look, and puts her hand between my legs. She doesn't quite touch me, sneering down her nose at me, and motions toward her husband.
"'Servant, you will operate the camera,' she says airily. He doesn't have a camera, so he uses his cell phone. 'You,' she says, indicating you. 'Carpentry boy. If I'm not mistaken, you're erecting some wood right now.'"
Marcus shook his head, laughing. "In your imagination, people make stupid sex puns constantly?"
"Not constantly, but often. And Victooooria doesn't appreciate that you don't appreciate her wit. 'You cheeky boy,' she snarls. 'You dare mock me? I was going to let you and Cliffy have some fun, but now I think you'll have to earn this slutty pussy back by being very obedient.' She points to a tall chair and commands you to sit on it, which you do.
"'Now you're just another face in the crowd,' says Victoria, turning her attention back to me, where Cliff waits patiently, still putting my panties on display, my legs held wide apart. As I squirm, embarrassed, I start to notice that the thin fabric feels a little damp. I can hardly believe it, but this surreal situation, all those men and women looking on, is making me horny."
"All those people looking at you?"
"I can hardly believe the way they're looking at me. I feel myself being turned on by it, which turns them on even more, which makes me even hornier. Cliff, under orders, unfastens my top sensually."
"I thought you were wearing the blue dress," Marcus said, touching her sternum at the top of her blouse.
"It has buttons now. He pulls them open one at a time, slowly exposing more of my flesh to the crowd. It's all but silent, the sharp clicks of Victoria's steps echoing through the room. She directs Cliff Rockman to finally touch my scorching, throbbing pussy, just through the cloth, but I can feel how slick and slimy it is. He pulls them out, and down my legs when Victoria tells him to, and throws them onto your lap.
"'Smell those,' Victoria says. 'You love that sweet, dirty smell in your wife's panties, don't you?'
"You're too busy huffing my panties to reply. You taste them for the flavour of my excited juices, and you know that I'm enjoying this as much as you are."
"Mm, Tiff," Marcus moaned. "This is really turning you on."
"My pussy is bare now, stared at by so many people, it starts oozing faster. Cliff's thick fingers spread my sopping lips for all to see." She did it herself so Marcus could look. "Everyone can see the way it quivers, begging for cock.