With thanks to Photoscribe for a story that had me think about the possibility of a new way to pay back a woman who "done me wrong."
This story doesn't just belong here. It belongs in "cheaters" or "Betrayal", but since those aren't available, I put it here because what happens was without her consent.
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"Will you?" Laurel asked.
She was sitting across from me at a sidewalk café on the boardwalk of Venice Beach. The cropped top she wore showed lots of freckled skin, over half of her more than ample breasts and her dazzling smile. A blue-eyed red-head with a body that caused whiplash when she walked by, Laurel was incredible.
She had just asked if I'd take her to a fancy garden party given by a producer. She believed being at the party would get her noticed and getting noticed is, she believed, the key to getting a good role in his next movie. I'd never been in a movie. I got paid to stand-in for a guy I resembled. I'm the same height, weight and coloring. So I walk through lots of scenes so the guys I resemble don't need to bother. My name gets in the credits but no one has seen me on the big screen.
"Ok, I'll take you. Do you have a great dress to wear?"
"No, but by the party I'll beg, borrow or steal one!"
"I think I can get you one from wardrobe. Over at Metro they're shooting a fancy garden party scene. Must have seventy-five women in the scene. I'll see what I can do."
"I'm a four."
"No, Sweetheart, you wear a four. You're a ten."
She smiled. I knew she needed an ego stroke about twice an hour or she started to go sour. Our ordered meals arrived and I watched her imitate a rabbit. When I was a boy my Dad had me pull weeds from my Mom's grassy front lawn. Her salad looked like all the weeds I pulled and threw in the compost pile. I had a salmon sandwich.
After lunch we went back to my place and Laurel wanted to go up on the roof and work on her tan. Calling what she did "work" was a stretch. What she did was strip and spread her self on a towel. She asked me to spread some stuff on her skin. I did a very good job. It might as well have been baby oil for all the protection it gave her.
She set a timer for one hour and when it dinged she rolled over, reset it and waited for the next ding.
I went inside and spent the first hour working on chapter four of my novel. When Laurel rolled over I was there to watch. She spent the first hour face down. When she rolled over she spread her legs and her arms for maximum exposure. I asked if she wanted some hydration. She said, "Yes, Please."
Laurel was a snob in some ways. She wanted water, but not tap water and not just any brand of bottled water. I bought three bottles of the brand she liked about a month after we became an item. I paid three bucks a bottle. After she drank the first one I refilled it with filtered water. Filtered water that came through the filter in my refrigerator. My refrigerator got it's water from L.A. city. She couldn't tell the difference.
She drank half a bottle, gave me what was left and leaned back. Her legs spread and I noticed her lower lips part, just a little. I touched her slit with my index finger and said, "So tempting."
"Give me an hour of sunshine and you can visit my playground... if you want."
I went back to work for fifty-one minutes. When her timer dinged I was standing beside her towel, naked and hard. She sucked me, stroked me and opened her pussy to a deep exploration, just as she had promised. How she kept her puss so tight with the amount of use we were giving it was a source of amazement to me. She used my rooftop three days a week, one hour top and one hour bottom. On each of those days I got use of her playground. I knew married men who didn't get laid that often and they were paying all the bills. Our agreement was that she and I were a couple. She promised not to fuck anyone unless she came and told me immediately afterwards. We both knew Hollywood was lubricated with pussy juice. If a juicy opportunity presented itself, she'd jump it's bones and then we'd do the medical thing for our protection. And, her purse always had three condoms in it. I knew because I checked.
Laurel loved having her nipples twisted while we fucked. I was always careful not to leave marks, especially where they might show on camera. Since she would do nude scenes if asked, that meant I was careful all the time.
In the five months we'd been together she hadn't once said she'd needed to screw some exec. About once a week I asked. Her answer was, "I'm glad your cock is fat and you're so good with it. Otherwise, I'd be out looking for some on the side."
We'd laugh and play some more.
The garden party was two weeks away when I got a call from Metro. I had a three-day gig. The phone call told me to head over to the lot and get a medical clearance before the first shooting day. I told Laurel I was working at Metro and getting her a dress was a sure thing.
To celebrate we went out to dinner in the Marina and Laurel paid. She also let me know she was bare under her dress. I fingered her through dinner and she blew me on our way back to my place.
Three days later I was in the medical clinic at Metro. The next day I showed up for the shoot and a nurse found me. She took me off to the side and said, "Fortunately, you can still work, but we did find a problem. You have an STD. When the shoot is over today come to the clinic and I'll give you a shot. No sex for two weeks and I'll need the names of all your partners in the last two months."
"Two months?"
"Yes. Last time we tested you was two months ago. You didn't have it then." At that moment my name was called. I promised I'd come see her and ran.
Laurel was fucking someone and brought home a disease! Brought home a disease and gave it to me! The more I thought about it the madder I got. Thoughts of revenge, murder, humiliation and ruin went through my thoughts. I crossed off murder. At the end of the day I went and got my shot. It needed to be given in my ass. I dropped my jeans to my knees and my nurse said, "Nice ass. Come see me in three weeks. We'll test to make sure you're cured."
"I'm embarrassed." I said.
