Ann had on a black leather boots that stopped just short of her knees, a dark brown miniskirt and a white, long-sleeved blouse from which one could faintly tell that she had on a white bra underneath. Herman must be perving away in the bedroom, thought Jane. She had said to Pete, "I need a cougar," and he delivered. As always, it came with a caveat. Pete wanted something in return; he was still itching to have a
Soapland
scene with Marlow, now realizing it would be as close as he'd ever get to her.
Ann was almost too good to be true, and the way she fell into Pete's lap was especially fortuitous. She and her husband had recently become members of Pete's club, and he recognized her husband the moment he saw him. His name was Darryl, and he had worked in a couple of Donkey videos about a year back. Ann was exactly half Darryl's age, which meant that she was thirty-four. Why, you ask, was Donkey Productions interested in a man aged sixty-eight? The answer should be fairly obvious; after all, this was Donkey, right? The old geezer, it seemed, had been gifted with a penis of extraordinary length. When Jane had asked Koh about the biggest dick in their stable, the answer was Darryl. It hung between his legs like a weight attached to a string, literally resembling salamis hanging in a deli. When it got erect, it topped out at fifteen inches.
Darryl didn't need Viagra to get an erection, but it sure gave him a firmer one, not to mention staying power, and it kept him hard throughout. Boned Darryl wasn't that much different than flaccid Darryl - when hardened his penis still hung like salami. Viagra made it swing, made it come alive, and when that occurred every other dick in the room, at least from a visual perspective, might as well have packed up and gone home.
They met at a swinger's party. In addition to possessing a big cock, Darryl was witty, urbane and, uh, the bulge in his pants beckoned invitingly. Ann was curious for a closer inspection. She never thought of herself as a size queen, but Darryl's touched a nerve inside her, and it transformed Ann into one overnight. It may not have been the single most important thing in their relationship, but it was a close second. They had only been wed for several weeks when they showed up at Pete's door. Darryl recognized him first, which was a relief, because Pete wasn't sure whether his new bride was aware of his past, and he didn't want to have to explain to her how they knew each other. Ann, however, had a past of her own; fifteen years earlier she had appeared in a few porn videos, six to be exact, by her count.
"What a shitty business," Ann opined. "Every scene the same. I lick, he licks; we fuck every known position; he pulls out and jacks on my face. No creativity, no imagination..."
"Then I showed her a Donkey video," Pete interjected. "One that Darryl appeared in."
Ann blushed. "That's some good stuff you're doing...so here I am." While keeping an eye riveted on the monitor - still finding Ann's upskirts a rewarding novelty, Herman was already scouring the Internet for her prior stuff. Jane smiled to herself at the very thought.
That Darryl and Ann were banging wasn't surprising, but marriage? Penis don't lie, and Darryl's got hooked on Ann's curvy figure. Her long blonde mane may have been fifty-percent extensions, but it still looked sexy. Her ruby red lipstick and blue eye shadow added a touch of sluttyness, as did the mini, which suggested that she still knew her way around a bedroom. Darryl wasn't known for his wealth, so either Ann had money of her own or else succumbed to the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on.
Sunday was now coed day at Pete's club, and at the urging of the membership he made certain areas of it clothes-optional. Sundays were when Ann and Darryl would be present. He would pop one of his blue pills and his dick would swing like the pendulum on a grandfather clock. This is why he married Ann; she gave him credibility, for a dick swinger could also be seen as a pervert or a masher were they swinging solo. Ann was content to bask in the envious stares of the other members; Darryl validated her supremacy. When Jane told Pete she needed a cougar, Ann immediately sprung to mind. And the best part, from everyone's perspective, was that when you got Ann you got Darryl; they were a package deal, because he agreed to appear in front of the camera again, should Jane request it, which made Pete laugh, because why wouldn't she?
The conversation veered. It ended with an even swap: Jinmin for Herman. This was the result of the sit-down between Jane and Pete; everything else was just details, although he was quick to press her again about Marlow.
"I told ya, I'm working on it. She missed the last episode..."
"I know," Pete replied, curtly. "Eva took a day off from work. I had to stand in reception all afternoon, by myself. It sucked."
"Yeah, well, art comes with a price. Did you see her scene?"
"No, but she told me she banged the black guy."
"She was fucking brilliant," Jane said. "Okay? Fucking brilliant. She went down on Tony's dick for real, like she wasn't acting. It was unbelievably hot."
"What did you expect? I know how to pick 'em. Now what about Marlow?"
"Jesus fucking Christ; shut up," said Jane, exasperated. "This is what's gonna happen. I talked with her, okay? She said she'd sit in a chair and let you jerk-off on her thigh. That's as good as its gonna get, and I had to work real hard just to get that, so stop busting my chops. I even got it so your dick can touch her leg, but when you cum you gotta aim below the knees. It'll be, and I quote directly, 'bad politics' if you stain her dress. And she wants a free, lifetime membership..."
"Done," interjected Pete. "No problem. Shit, I'd probably have an easier time trying to bang her at the club." He smiled with devious intent. "Something about the water jets, I don't know."
"That'll be her final
Soapland
scene; we're writing her out. She's too busy. And that's where you come in, Ann." Indeed, thirty more episodes had been ordered for Marlow's Japanese television show, requiring frequent travel, and she decided that henceforward she'd travel with Koh, gambling that his devotion to her outweighed the siren call of his native land. With Koh by her side, she was willing to ramp up the sexual quotient, all to the delight of the show's producers, who raised her salary proportionally to the skin she was willing to reveal. When Marlow now removed her terrycloth robe she'd be topless, and she'd spread her arms wide and thrust her boobs into the air while Koh clasped the bra that was one size too small. Instead of William there would be two, naked Japanese hunks to carry her out to the stage. She'd sit on their shoulders, and while be lowered down to the ground Marlow made sure her dress rode high enough to give the cameraman what he wanted, seeing that the majority of Japanese teenage boys were perverts like Herman.
Ironically, Marlow was becoming the blonde, western goddess, softcore porn queen that Hideki had envisioned for his wife. Jane had been reluctant to embrace it, but Marlow grabbed it by the horns and reaped the rewards.
In addition to replacing Marlow on the
Soapland
series, Jane had other plans for the cougar. In her epic film still in development there was going to be a need for a teacher/coach/chaperone/corrupter of young men, and the right woman had to be able fill any of those roles, depending on whichever direction the script veered. Corrupter of young men was what interested Jane the most. The Japanese had a term for it:
shotacon
. Ann would be Jane's
shotacon
. She looked perfect for the role.
That settled, they talked about Jinmin and the series of loops Jane was planning for her. Pete pleaded Herman's case, who desperately wanted to do a scene with Jinmin, and had appealed to Pete to intervene in his behalf. Pete knew what Herman was going through, it being similar to his hunger for Marlow, and he liked Herman. "I think he might be in love,' Pete said, to which Jane scoffed. The little bugger must have gotten to him, she thought, and was hesitant to agree to it. Herman's perviness was not going to influence whatever it was she decided upon for Jinmin.
"He picks up bad habits when I'm nice to him," she told Pete.
"What do you expect," he answered? "You keep him naked in the bedroom. You ought to have him come down and work at the club." Pete thought of the irony and laughed. The day he had in mind was Sunday, clothing-optional day, and he imagined Herman running around as a naked towel-boy, discretely making himself available to service the clientele.
Jane brightened. "Really? You'd take him?"
"Sure, the kid needs a break, and look, I know he has the hots for Jinmin. He told me."
"I'm not promising anything, Petey-boy, but I'll you what. You take Herman off my hands for awhile, and I'll see what I can do."
"Lets start small; how about he comes down on Sundays, then maybe afterwards I'll show him a good time, get his mind off of Jinmin? I'll return him on Monday."
Jane agreed before Pete could change his mind, but in Herman's absence she really could make use of an assistant for a few hours, so Pete suggested a swap. He'd send her Jinmin on Sunday afternoons, and Herman could take her place at the club. Pete didn't want them working together, as Herman would be too distracted to focus on his job Jane texted Herman, who was perving in the bedroom, focused on Ann's crotch, having done his due diligence on her porn career, telling him to get his ass out there front and center, which he did. Ann smirked at his nudity.
