For those new to the story, Crossfire began as a moderate non-consent/reluctance tale, but has shifted into other genres—such as with the current installment—along the way.
A mild trigger: other than the usual sexual happenings surrounding a nice, girl-boy-girl free-for-all, there's just a smidgen of light anal thrown into the mixed.
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After the shoot at the warehouse, the three of them ended up back at the motel Jack and Brittany used for their trysts. Along the way, Jack picked up a bottle of single malt. The same brand Munch served.
They sat around for a while, talking and drinking. Most of the conversation centered on what Brittany experienced that day.
Kim continued giving Brittney pointers on what to do in front of the camera, as well as more specific information about the business behind the scenes. Kim also gave Brittany the name of a salon that does professional waxing. Nervous about exposing herself, yet again, to a new set of strangers, as well as the pain of the procedure, Brittany begged Kim to tag along. Kim agreed without hesitation.
After a while, the two were in a constant state of mirth, Brittany, more so. What with the scotch, and that she was back in the friendly confines of the motel room, her mood lightened up considerably from before.
As the girls talked, Jack contemplated other things while thoughtfully sipping his scotch.
The girls noted his overly quiet behavior, but didn't push the issue with him. As he seemed preoccupied with other things, the girls left him alone.
Their conversation soon turned toward Brittany's upcoming shoot. Kim poured them another scotch, while asking her, "Did Munch fill you in on what you'll be doing Monday?"
"Not really, just that I'll be working with a Maggie Saint something or other."
"Magdalene St. Croix?"
"That's it. What's she like?"
"She's about your age, tall, brunette, nice tits, better legs, does a lot of mother-son incest vids and MILF stuff. Whatever you do, don't call her Maggie. She hates that name, but she loves sucking cock
and
cunt. She's a real switch-hitting, mommy Domme. You should have fun. Did Munch mention anyone else, or is it just going to be a lesbo?"
"He said something about two guys, but I don't remember their names." Pausing a moment, a look of concern crossed her face before she continued, "Munch called them boys, and said it in a way that sounded...odd. He's not talking about teenage boys, is he?"
Hearing the anxiety in Brittany's voice over possibly doing young males, Jack almost reminded her how she ended up in this situation in the first place, but held his tongue.
Kim laughed before answering. "No. That's Munch's way of saying they look way younger than their age. They'll be men for sure, but real baby faces. Sounds like Munch has you lined up for a little mother-son foursome. Don't be surprised if Magdalene eats your pussy while the other guys are fucking you."
Kim noticed Brittany's face turning as red as her hair at the mention of a woman going down on her. Seeing a nice segue to the real purpose of her visit, Kim took Brittany's hand in a soothing manner, while asking, "Are you going to be all right with it, if it comes up?"
"You think Munch will want me to...you know...reciprocate?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Kim responded, "He'll probably give you a pass this time if you're not comfortable. He doesn't like pushing the actors if they're not ready. One thing's for sure, with Magdalene, there will definitely be some girl on girl action, whether it's in your contract or not. The girl can't help herself. And with you, she definitely won't be able to help herself. I wouldn't worry, though. She'll probably be your huckleberry and stay a bottom this time.
Kim could tell Brittany was still worried. Smoothing Brittany's hair in a loving manner, she said, "Remember, we talked about this. Munch may give you a pass for a while, but eventually you are going to have to go down on a girl. So it's probably best to do it sooner, rather than later."
Brittany was staring at her with an innocent expression, one that reminded Kim of a little girl lost in a wide world. Seeing Brittany's luscious, pouty lips, Kim leaned into her with her own lips slightly parted, preparing to kiss her.
Shooting out of the chair as if it was on fire, Brittany blurted out, "I have to pee," before quickly making her way to the bathroom.
Kim lets out a heavy sigh as she laid back on the bed, frustrated at Brittany's nonresponse.
"Almost. Keep trying," she heard Jack say.
Kim laughed brightly. Looking over at Jack, she saw him staring back at her with a warm smile. "I have a confession to make. I'm not very good at seduction, never have been. I always let my tits and ass hook the guys. Are there any tips you can give me concerning Candice? You seem to have a way with her."
"Keep plugging away. You already have a good start. You know what they say, liquor is quicker, and she's been hitting it pretty hard."
She asked, tongue in cheek, "Is that liquor, or lick her?"
"I think one's going to lead to the other before the evenings over."
Laughing again, "I hope so. Ever since I had her try on wigs, all I want to do is kiss her lips. She's a doll." Shifting gears, Kim sat up, asking, "Hey, I always wanted to ask why you never try anything with any of us after a shoot, like Munch's other friends?"
Jack thinks about the question for a moment before answering. "It had to do with an old, personal code of mine that I'm soon to break."
"I can understand that, I guess. You wouldn't believe the number of blowjobs you'd get if you hung out at the after parties."
"Yeah?" he asks, amused.
"Oh yeah, all of us girls think you're hot, and all of us are wondering what kind of package you got." She giggled with slight embarrassment before continuing, "Particularly Nika, the cutesy black girl with the short fro, she's got it bad for you. She practically drools all over her boobs every time she sees you."
Jack replied, half-jokingly, "I'll have to remember that next time. Maybe I'll invite both of you over. Get some salt and pepper action."
"Yummy, it's a date."
They heard the toilet flush, and then the sink running.
Before Brittany came back, Jack said, quietly, "About Candice, full frontal assault works best. Not too hard, but firm. Don't let her scooch away this time."
