Nancy's Second Act

(2 of 3)

Author's note: I don't know how the entertainment industry works. This story is for masturbatory purposes only.

Alan Aaron:

I guess I don't need to tell you that Nancy's show is a big hit. The combination of rock music, salacious secrets and sex appeal proved irresistible this season. There's already awards buzz and the lead actors are overnight stars. Even my wonderful wife has gained a following. Most of her fans are sassy women who admire her character's attitude. But plenty of men are digging her, too, and not just old guys.

Maybe it should bother me that she's being viewed as a sex object. But I think it's a positive thing. The industry is very hard on women her age so it's good to see a mature woman like her, a grandmother, breaking stereotypes. So I lurk in the chat rooms and read what they say, what they like about her and what they would like to do with her. Doesn't bother me. I'm the one she comes home to at night. Let them fantasize.

Speaking of which, I am happy to report that our intimacy level is as high as it's ever been. I thought for sure that part of our lives was behind us. But Nancy's success seems to have breathed new life into her. She's been spontaneous, adventurous. Maybe that's the benefit of her hanging out with the beautiful people. But I'm not worried she'll let it go to her head. Nancy's down to earth, not a Hollywood phony.

This whirlwind adventure my wife has found herself in has given me an idea. For years I've been trying to write a screenplay but I could never come up with an idea that would grab attention. Then I thought about someone like Nancy, an aging actress trying to make a comeback. She faces many perils in her journey -- coercions, temptations -- yet she finds success with her dignity intact. I'm already making so much progress. Nancy really is an inspiration.

*****

Nancy Aaron:

It was a thrill to attend the Wally awards ceremony. The show had five nominations including best actor in a prime time drama. Nancy was on her own for the event so the director and his wife Janice took charge of her -- walking her down the red carpet, holding her hands for interviews, seating her between them in the second row of the audience. It was like a dream.

After the ceremony, the party continued at the director's house. Nancy felt bad living it up without her husband. But Alan was more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. And he understood that this was a big deal for her. He told her to go ahead and have fun. Stretch limousines, expensive champagne, gift bags filled with designer wares... this was a world she only knew from magazines.

The after party got very wild, very fast. Janice and her twin sister Jeannie took Nancy upstairs to their suite for some privacy. The suite was as big as Nancy's house and very luxurious. When they were younger, Janice and Jeannie took turns playing the teenage daughter in a popular sitcom. The way they lived together with Janice's husband, Nancy wondered if they continued taking turns doing things in real life.

Janice brewed some maté and the three of them watched a replay of the award show telecast.

"Was that your first Wallys?" Jeannie asked Nancy.

"Yes, and it was so exciting," Nancy raved. "I'm sorry you weren't there too."

"Oh, those things get boring after the first few." Jeannie gave her sister a conspiratorial wink. "Maybe I'll catch the next one."

On the monitor, Janice's husband and the show's musical director took the stage to accept the award for best music, the only award they brought home that night. The cameras panned the audience and Nancy saw herself there, surrounded by household names. She wondered if Alan watched the broadcast and was excited to see his wife.

Janice interrupted her reverie. "Say, Nancy. We were going to do some coke. Are you into it?"

Nancy blushed and laughed. "Oh, I tried it once. Liked it a little too much so I never did it again. But you girls go ahead."

The sisters gave each other a glance before Jeannie went on. "Actually, we were going to snort it off each other's butts."

Nancy was flummoxed. "Why would you do that?"

"I don't know," Jeannie shrugged. "It's just something people do."

Nancy gave a nervous laugh. "Well, if that's something you do, don't let me stop you."

"Well," Janice continued, "We would ordinarily do it off each other's butts. But since you're here, we were thinking we could use yours. That way we wouldn't have to take turns."

"Mine?" Asked Nancy with surprise. "My...?"

"Yeah. You wouldn't mind, would you? It's a hassle going back and forth."

The way they talked about it made it seem normal. Nancy knew it wasn't normal. Still, she was having such a good time tonight and didn't want these very cool women to think she was square. Come to think of it, she did remember seeing a movie where people were snorting powder from a girl's body. That scene suggested it was a sexual thing. But sisters wouldn't do that with each other if it was a sexual thing, would they?

"Can I, ah, use the bathroom?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, sure," Jeannie pointed to an archway beyond the two king-sized beds that filled the bedroom. "Right through there. Help yourself."

Nancy marvelled at the opulence of the bathroom. She was glad to see they had a bidet and used it to cleanse herself. Rather than pull her panties back up, she removed them entirely along with her shoes. She faced herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. Was she was really going to do this, really going to bare her behind and let them do drugs on it?

If they were men, certainly not. Janice and Jeannie were women, perfectly normal women. This was just some kind of ritual they did for kicks. Maybe they were testing her? Well, she'd show them she was no square. She went back into the living area and managed her brightest smile. Janice had her bend over the arm of the couch and lifted her dress.

"Wow, Nancy," she exclaimed, "You have a really nice body."

"Yeah," Jeannie agreed, "You really keep yourself in shape."

Nancy felt herself blushing and hoped it didn't show. "Thank you, ladies. But let's get this over with, shall we?"

One of them placed her hands on Nancy's buns. It felt good, or would have if she wasn't so nervous and embarrassed. She felt her herself being pulled apart slightly, then felt a feather-light touch on the place she least expected.

'Oh, shit!' She said to herself, 'They're putting it on my butthole!'

She squirmed a bit and Jeannie put her hand on her shoulder. "You all right, Nancy?"

"I thought you would put it on my cheek or something."

"No, no, this is how it's done. Just relax."

Nancy did relax and she felt something else touch her in that very intimate spot. She heard a sniffing sound and hid her face in her crossed arms. Again the feather-light touch, again the sniffing.

"Are you done?" She asked hopefully.

"Not quite," said Janice.

Nancy endured another round, then another. She began to feel excited. But it wasn't a sexual excitement. It didn't even feel like natural excitement. It felt like...

"Girls, I think something's wrong. It feels like I might be getting high from this."

"Oh, damn," said Jeannie, "That happens sometimes. Here, let me get you cleaned up."

Nancy felt her buns being pulled wide apart and then...

'Oh, shit! She's licking my butthole!"

Her ass came up off the arm of the couch but Jeannie quickly straddled the backs of legs, pinning her in place. Nancy could only squirm and writhe while the girl's tongue snaked into her anus, slightly numbed by the cocaine's anesthetizing effect.

Janice, meanwhile, knelt by the couch and held her by her shoulders, kissing her neck and whispering soothing words in her ear. Jeannie was worming a finger up her butt now and Janice's hand was caressing her neck and hair. Nancy relaxed and let herself be violated. It did feel good, she had to admit, once she stopped fighting it. She groaned as a second finger joined the first in her ass.

They eventually let her up and helped her to lie back on the couch. Nancy's head was buzzing from the drug and from the illicit thrill of being used this way. Nancy watched Janice take Jeannie's place between her legs and gasped at the sensation of a woman's tongue on her labia. She reached down to put her hands on Janice's bobbing head and tried to stuff more of herself into the girl's mouth.

Jeannie stood over her. "Ever had your ass played with, Nancy?"

"No," Nancy gasped, "Never."

"I can tell. You ever taste a pussy before?"

"No," Nancy gasped, less emphatically, knowing where this was leading.

Jeannie lifted her dress and showed Nancy her bare pubis and her pussy glistening with arousal. Nancy, squirming under Janice's eager lips, opened her mouth and showed Jeannie her tongue.

*****

Judith Wasser:

Having Nancy for a client was like putting a few dollars in a mutual fund and forgetting about it. One day she paid off like I never expected. Things were going well enough for me as it was. But her success put me on track to an early retirement. A smart agent would have parted ways with her long ago. But she wasn't just a client to me. I thought of her as a friend. Once a month I'd take her out to lunch, catch up with her, listen to her talk about Alan and the kids. It wasn't just business. I enjoyed her company. Today we were talking business and I didn't like what I was hearing.

"Nancy, sweetie, your career is taking off. I can't understand why you would want to jeopardize it that way."

"John says that with make-up and everything no one will know that it's me."

John was Nancy's director on the show. In addition to his prime time work, he was a silent partner in a company that produced 'after dark' movies for the premium cable channels. After dark on the company's sets they filmed a less savory product. It was porn. He wanted her to do porn.

"I know how that works. But you're a married woman. What about your husband?"

"Well, it's not like I'm not already being unfaithful to Alan."

"For good reason, Nancy," I protested. "Moore Gold put you on TV. What's John Tilton going to do for you?"

Nancy took a sip of her gin and tonic. "Alan's written a script. I've read it; it's good. John says if I do one little scene he'll put the script in front of some people who can do something with it."

"Oh, you're doing it for Alan? How do you think he would feel about what you're doing to help him?"

Nancy shrugged and drained her glass, held it out for me to refill. I poured her a weak one.

"I'm wondering if helping Alan isn't just an excuse. Maybe you really want to do the scene."

"It would be interesting to learn how that part of the industry works."

"There's better ways to go about that." I drained my own glass and pushed it away. "Why would John even think to ask you to do that, anyway?"

"Well..." Nancy paused as if unsure what to say. "He may have walked in on us the night before."

"Walked in on who?"

"Me... his wife... his wife's sister..."

"What were you doing?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Come on, Judy, use your imagination," Nancy snapped. "Don't make me say it."

Then it dawned on me, what she was saying. Oh my goodness, they were having sex, like lesbian sex. Nancy kept talking but I wasn't listening. Use my imagination? My imagination could go to some pretty wild places and right now Nancy was going there, doing things I never imagined her doing, of all people. I retrieved my glass and poured myself a strong one.

In the end I begged her not to do it. But if she did I would want to read every piece of paper they put in front of her. I wouldn't take commission for it. It wasn't about the money. I just wanted to protect her.

Nancy thanked me and as I walked her out I managed to land my air kiss on her cheek. I noticed later she had left her scarf behind. Picking it up, I held it to my face. It smelled like her perfume.

*****

Nancy Aaron:

There was a relaxed atmosphere on the set as production for the season winded down. Only those working on re-shoots needed to show up so it was not nearly so busy and tense. Nancy was enjoying this part and found herself coming in early for her scenes and lingering behind when she was done. She'd made many friends and would miss them while they were on hiatus.

One person she had not made friends with was the show's male lead, Nate Devon. Nate was a cocky, good-looking guy. He was famously dating the actress who played his wife. There were rumors he was also involved with the one who played his mistress. But to Nancy he was a cold fish -- not unfriendly, just aloof. That changed over the weeks of post-production.

"I used to think you didn't like me," Nancy told him as he slid a seared tuna steak onto a bed of mixed greens. Nate was an avid cook and lately had been demonstrating his skills for her whenever they found themselves on the set together.

"I like you a lot," he said, sitting down at the counter with her, "But I needed to keep you at a distance. It's part of my method."

"Your method?"

"My acting method. I wanted us to become the people we were portraying. So I behaved toward my co-stars as my character would to their characters."

Nancy tried a bite of the tuna. It was exquisite.

"I've cultivated a deep relationship with Melissa, for instance. So when Roddy's dear wife dotes on him and pines away for him... that's a genuine performance on her part."

"I see," said Nancy, taking a sip of her chardonnay.

"Carina, on the other hand, I am seeing on the side. I've persuaded her that if word ever got out on us it would be bad for the show. That keeps her jealous and paranoid and a little bit angry, just like her character should be."

"That doesn't seem mean to you?"

"I think it's for the best, for everyone."

"How does your keeping me at a distance help me?"

"Oh, that was for me," he said with a little laugh. "You were the one I couldn't have, no matter how much I might want you. That made me resentful toward you. You felt it."

"You mean my character, your mother-in-law."

"Yeah, that's right."

Nate and Nancy had leaned very close to one another by now, speaking in hushed voices though they were alone in the trailer.

"So what would happen if one of your co-stars didn't want to sleep with you?"

Nate made another little laugh. "They always want to sleep with me."

"Is that so?" Asked Nancy archly.

"Yeah," he replied and he was suddenly kissing her neck, his hands sliding up her thighs.

Several beats passed before Nancy could remember to push him away, murmuring "No, no."

Nate leaned in and kissed her again. His fingers went under her tunic and found the waistband of her leggings. They dug in and pulled downward. Nancy ineffectively tried to push his hands away, still murmuring "No, no."

Despite her reluctance, she lifted up enough for him to slide her pants over her hips, afraid they might get torn if she didn't. He pulled them down her legs and completely off, tossing them aside before putting his hands back on her legs, working up her bare thighs, over her skimpy panties, up the sensitive skin of her sides, disregarding her ineffectual resistance.

When she felt his fingers touch her bra she finally managed to push him back in his chair and got to her feet. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, nuzzling her cleavage through the tunic shirt. She trapped his head against her chest and he pulled her closer, coaxing her knees up on the chair so she was straddling him. His lips sought and found the hardness of her nipples poking through layers of fabric. She no longer fought against him but rested her weight on the bulge in his pants.

"I want you to come for me," he whispered, "That's all."

She rested her cheek on his head and began rocking on his bulge. It felt huge and hard against the soft flesh of her kitty. Her breathing became heavy and she caught herself moaning in his ear. His hands slipped under the bottoms of her panties and cupped her cheeks, pulling them apart. She remembered the feeling of being fingered by Jeannie and sincerely hoped he wouldn't try to do the same.

Slowly, methodically, she rocked in his lap. His hardness dug into her now-soaked panties and she let it press against her wherever it felt best. His hands worked up her sides again and this time when he found her bra she did not push away. He unfastened it and it fell askew under her tunic. His lips found her nipples again, protected now by only one thin layer of fabric, and gently bit at them.

Nancy rocked faster and faster in his lap until she couldn't hold back and came on his bulge, surprising herself with an anguished cry. She slumped on his shoulder and he held her lovingly, running his hand over her back.

When she collected herself he helped her stand up. He stood as well and turned her around to face the hallway. She shed her remaining clothing as he marched her to his bedroom -- her tunic shirt, her tangled bra, her dripping panties. He stripped off his shirt and pants and she stretched out on the bed to admire his physique. He was smooth and tan and lean and he had the most interesting nipples she'd ever seen on a man. Nancy's mouth watered.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and dramatically pulled them down. His penis sprang out and slapped him on the stomach. Nancy fondled herself and writhed, her legs spread wide.

"Condom?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure," he replied and retrieved one from a large, nearly-empty box.

She watched him roll it on and thought of Alan, her husband. She thought back to when he was young and hard and desperate for her love. She thought she should shut her eyes, pretend it was him instead of this arrogant strutting peacock. But she couldn't take her eyes off of Nate as he climbed onto the bed, crawled between her knees.

"Oh!" She cried as he slammed into her.

*****

Alan Aaron:

Nancy and I managed to get in a long vacation when shooting wrapped for the season. We got to visit our kids and grandkids around the country. My wife enjoyed a bit of celebrity wherever we went. This was sometimes exciting, sometimes annoying, depending on what we were doing at the moment. As soon as we returned she went right back to work, getting ready for the second season. This of course let me get back to work making porn fakes of her. Yeah, I'm still doing that. I've even been working on a plausible reason to invest in the pro-level system I need to fake videos.

Ironically, Nancy has relaxed quite a bit about being photographed. I tried to talk her into sexy shoots in the past. Now she's the one bringing it up, making suggestions, setting up scenes. She hasn't gone entirely nude for the camera but we keep getting closer and closer. She even (and this defies belief) decided to get her bikini area waxed. She said it would make her swim suits and lingerie look more tidy. I certainly didn't complain. Once she recovered from the treatment we made love over and over all weekend. I am really enjoying this time of our lives.

While I like taking pictures and videos of my wife, I'm embarrassed to admit I find my porn fakes to be sexier. Nancy's pictures are beautiful. But in my fakes she shows it all, does it all. To be honest, though, even those are starting to lose my interest. That's why I want the good video editing software. Imagine seeing my wife's face on an actress getting busy in high definition. I'm collecting videos now that feature actresses with bodies that would look realistic with her face. Unlike mainstream entertainment, the porn industry loves mature women so there's plenty to choose from.

On that note, I finished my screenplay, the one about an aging actress trying to make it in Hollywood. Nancy was kind enough to show it to her director and he's agreed to shop it around to people who count. Things just get better and better for us.