A brief bathroom stop, and off he went to the elevator. The first one he tried didn’t have a slot for the penthouse key. So he took it up as far as it would go and hit the up button. And waited. Finally, one of the doors opened. He stepped in, saw the slot, and put the gold key into it. Up, very slowly, and the door opened. Sam was there to greet him.
“Hey, good to see you again. Come on.” He was ushered to the pool deck, where Ann and two guys not much older than the boys last night were huddled with a woman in a business suit. Brad had been expecting to walk into a wild orgy, but things were about as far away from that as possible.
“Brad, this is Aaron, this is Jody, and this is Rachel, my right hand gal. Rachel and I are going to be doing the shooting. Now the thing is, we’ve been talking this over and we were wondering if you would like to be written in. In a non-fucking part.”
“Don’t worry,” Ann said, “they’ll give you gray hair and a beard.”
“And something under that tee shirt to give you little beer belly. Maybe a tattoo. Scrubs right off, don’t worry.”
“And?”
“Well, you and your daughter, that would be Ann here, are sitting out by the pool. You’re reading something.” Sam held up a magazine with a lot of trucks on the cover. “Ann is getting some sun.” There was a little patch of sunlight left. How much longer it would last might be an issue. “So she takes off her big floppy tee shirt and all she has under it is tiny little micro bikini. She’s reading something too. Whatever it is has her rubbing at the bottom of that little bikini, sort of pulling it away to the side. You’re pretending to read your truck mag, but one hand is under those shorts.
“Now, just when it seems like you’re going to go over and help Ann out, these two come bursting on the scene. They tie you to your chair and go on to do all sorts of nasty things to poor Ann here, right in front of your eyes.”
“I think I’ve seen this one. Okay, why not?”
“Haven’t we all. Okay, time to meet Marty, our master of disguise.”
“Give me a sec.” Rachel went inside and came back out with two papers. “You two need to sign these. Thanks.” She tore something off the bottom of each and handed it to them. “It’s your check.”
“Check?” Ann took it as if it were about to burn her hand off.
“Yep. You two are now official movie stars.”
“Porn stars.” Ann found her purse and put the check in it. She was afraid to look at it, to see how much it was for.
“This is Marty, our makeup guy.”
A couple minutes of ministrations from Marty, and Brad was seated in his chair, wig and baseball cap on his head, fake chubby cheeks with gray stubble pasted onto his face, something like a fanny pack giving him a little beer belly
“Okay honey, you come sashaying in and go over and give your daddy a nice little kiss. On the forehead. That’s it, real sexy. Brad, you just glance up from your mag. Okay honey now you take off the shirt and move those hips, not that you’ve got any butt, over to the lounge chair.”
Ann did that, showing off the landing strip that had been added above that little butt. Sam brought his camera in close to Brad’s face. “Okay, just give her a peek over the top of the mag. Maybe a little drool. That’s it. You do dirty old man really well.”
Meanwhile Rachel was trailing the enticing butt with her camera as it moved to the other side of the pool area. “Okay honey, now you just sit down real nice, play with your hair, stretch out a bit to show off your boobs. Okay, look at your mag for a bit. Now one hand down, inside the bikini bottom. That’s it. Now honey just sort of close your eyes, put down the mag. Pull the bottom over to the side so we can see what those fingers are up to.”
“Okay Brad, now you are sort of dropping your mag. Your hands are inside your shorts. Get yourself hard. Okay, let’s get a good shot of that bulge. Okay, you two keep at it for a couple minutes so we’ve got some extra footage if we need it.”
“Light’s going,” Rachel pointed out.
“Okay boys, time for you two to make your move. You’re going to come in with the nylon stockings over your faces, the fake pistols in your hands. Aaron, you’re going to cover gramps over here. Jody, you go over to Ann. Pull down your pants and stick your cock in her mouth. With the gun at her head. No! No! Jesus! It’s got to be hard coming out. Tell you what Ann, fluff him up a bit. Grab his balls. Stick a finger up his ass. That’s more like it. Okay Jody, pull your pants up and we’ll start over. Back up a little. Now come in closer, put the gun at her head, pull out your cock … Jesus! Aaron, think you can stay hard for three seconds?”
“Sure thing, boss.”
“Okay, trade places then. No, no, honey, it was okay you were doing that way when you were fluffing , but now you’re being raped. You don’t want that cock in your mouth. Keep your lips closed. Give her a little prod with the gun. That’s it. Okay now it’s going to shove into you and you want to gag on it. No! No! Don’t take it all way down like that. Honey, you’re a poor innocent little girl who doesn’t know how to swallow a man down to his balls. That’s it.”
“Shit!” That was from Aaron. “She bit me! The fucking bitch bit me!” He pressed the gun against Ann’s temples. “Do that one more time and I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
“Now now, children. Play nice. Now, Jody, you’re seeing your buddy have all the fun and you’re stuck over here with gramps. So what you’re going to do is take your belt off – don’t matter if your pants fall down, do it? Okay, now gramps is going to put his hands behind his back and you’re going to loop the belt through the webbing and around his hands. Yeah, like that. Okay, now take off those pants, yeah all that stuff. What is it with you? Rachel babe, can you give this boy a hand? A mouth rather?”
“I’m busy. Have Marty do it.”
“No fucking way.”
“What about you Brad? You up for it?”
Brad opened up his mouth to say no way in hell. And Aaron was sticking a cock that had suddenly come to life right into it.
“Well well, looky there. Brad, just like I was telling Ann, you’ve got to fight it some.”
“Oh my God!” Ann had broken off what she was doing to make that comment. “Oh. My. Fuck. Ing. God!”
Fight it. Yeah, he should fight it. Not that he really could, with his hands tied like that. Why the hell was his own cock sticking straight up, out of the bottom of the little running shorts? Did girls actually like to do this? Did they like the way it felt, the way it tasted?
“Careful with the wig.” Aaron had one hand on Brad’s head, the other still holding the fake pistol, and he was pumping away. He stopped, withdrew, and white cream was dribbling out of Brad’s still open mouth. More was dribbling down Brad’s thigh.
“Well if that don’t beat all. Guess we’re going to have to change the *********** a bit.”
“I thought I was going to get fucked,” Ann said. She sounded really pissed.
“Well Jody, how about you take care of that right now? Except Ann here is going to be putting up a fight, using any limb she’s got free to take a swipe at you. You’ve got the gun in one hand, the other can’t keep all those arms and legs under control. So what you’re going to do, you’re going to take your belt off just like Aaron did. Now you’re going to give Ann a really hard slap with it, just to daze her a bit – no, just a pretend slap, and Ann act like it knocked you out. Then you pull her legs up, put her arms under her knees, and tie her hands together with the belt. Okay, now you can fuck her either hole and there’s not a thing she can do about it.”