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“What about it?”
Connie shrugged like I should understand what she meant. “All the girls you use in your films. They all look so young. The actresses you have here today – not one of them looks over twenty-two years old – and I imagine that’s the same in all your other movies as well, right?”
I nodded. “If you are asking me whether an actress needs to be young and pretty to appear in my movies, then the answer is yes,” I said. “That doesn’t mean that there aren’t plenty of women in their thirties, forties and even fifties who still do porn. Some of the mature women do very well for themselves – they started out in the industry as pretty young things and have forged successful careers appealing to different audiences and different fetishes as they matured. Surely you’ve heard of a MILF?”
Connie nodded carefully. “I’ve heard the expression…”
“It stands for ‘mother I’d like to fuck’. It’s a whole sub-genre of the industry that has become huge.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” I frowned.
“Have you ever had sex with an older woman?” Connie asked. She arched an eyebrow and made her eyes wide so her expression was artless – or maybe a challenge. “Or do you just have sex with the pretty young ones?”
I thought for a moment, then titled my head and smiled mischievously. “Connie, is that an invitation?” I lowered my voice and ran my eye with speculative appreciation over the journalist’s body, starting at the firm press of her breasts beneath the crisp starched blouse and finishing at her feet, thrust into high heel pumps. When my gaze returned to her face, I saw she was smiling back at me, but it was a frigid little thing without any trace of humor.
“It was a question,” she said. “Just a question. It’s what we journalists do. We ask a lot of them.”
I sniffed at the whiskey and downed it like it was medicine. “Too bad,” I shrugged. “You look like you would enjoy a good fuck. It looks like you have a sexy body going to waste.” I paused, studying the effect of my words. I saw the storm clouds of Connie’s anger gathering in her expression. “There are plenty of empty bedrooms here, and I have an hour or two to spare before I film the next scene. Why don’t we go and spend that time together – naked.”
Connie sneered, then shook her head so that her long dark hair broke and shimmered across her shoulders in a cascade. She glanced away for an instant, as though my gaze unnerved her.
“You’re not my type,” she said, but I sensed her sudden breathlessness, and there was emotion in her voice, like maybe she was flattered or suddenly made very nervous.
“Really?” I asked, bemused. I took another sip of whiskey and studied Connie over the rim of the glass. “Then tell me what exactly is your type?”
Connie stood up. She folded her arms, shifting her weight so that her hip swayed to one side, emphasizing the narrowness of her waist and the press of her thigh against the fabric of her skirt. She stared at me and there was an unsettled flutter behind her eyes. She lifted her chin an inch in an attempted gesture of confidence and composure.
“Older,” she said, her voice lower and huskier than I had heard it before. “And wiser.”
I made a face like I wasn’t convinced. “No one needs to know.”
She shook her head again, as though the notion was so outrageous she was horrified. “You’re eight years younger than me,” she explained. “I’m not some kind of a cougar or… or one of your MILFS. I don’t date younger men.”
“Date?” I frowned. “Connie, I never suggested we date. I suggested we fuck. I suggested we go into the bedroom and lose ourselves in each other’s bodies for an hour – a mindless surrender to lust and passion with no consequences – no remorse or regrets. No strings attached. Just raw, primal sex. You and me – with no one ever to know.”
Connie looked stunned, as if all of the air had been driven from her lungs. She stared at me, her face becoming pale, but her breathing becoming hectic. “I would know,” she said softly.
“And so would I,” I admitted. “I would have the memory, and so would you. But if you don’t say yes, all you will have then is regret.”
“And my self respect,” she said pointedly. She smiled, but it was an unconvincing smile and she didn’t try to hold it.
“I’m disappointed,” I gave her my sad face. “I wanted to fuck you.” I smiled again, relaxed and unruffled, almost as though I was enjoying myself.
“You want to corrupt me,” she said. “And besides, I am in a relationship. I told you that and I would never do anything – ”
“Bullshit,” I cut her off. “Robert doesn’t even exist.”
Connie said nothing for a very long time, and when she did speak, her voice was soft and lacking conviction. “Yes, he does.”
“No, he doesn’t. You told me that story because you wanted to protect yourself from me… or maybe you didn’t think you could trust yourself with me. Either way, your romance is pure fantasy.”
Connie lowered her eyes and there was long, heavy silence. Her voice changed completely, it was bleak and flat, lacking any timber or resonance. “How did you know?”
I shrugged. “I just knew. I have spent a decade dealing with liars, con-men and fast-buck artists in the porn industry. They are the best bullshitters in the world, and when you spend that much time listening to liars, it’s pretty easy to pick a bad one… and you’re a bad one.”
Chapter 10.
A catering van arrived with platters of food, and the cast and crew drifted out of the bedrooms in various states of undress.
I was hungry. I picked up a sandwich and eyed it suspiciously.
“What have you brought us?” I asked a thin young man in a grey uniform.
“Chef’s specialties, the guy said vaguely. “An assortment of delicious local ingredients and produce all on fresh baked bread.” He sounded like a walking talking menu.
I took the top off my sandwich and examined the filling. There was some kind of brown stuff, pureed until it was completely unrecognizable. It might have been meat – or wood. I couldn’t tell. I tasted it and I still couldn’t tell.
The caterers were paid, and then fled from the house like a gang of bandits on a smash-and-grab raid.
I threw the half-eaten sandwich into the trash bin and then beckoned Lily over to me. She was naked, and there were fading red smudges from fingers all over her thighs and arms. She came and stood close beside me, her eyes huge and intense.
I sensed Connie hovering somewhere behind me like a soft shadow.
“We’re going to film your scene straight after lunch,” I told Lily.
“But before we work together I want to spend some time getting to know you. What I plan is for you and two of the other girls to be sunbathing beside the pool. I will come up out of the water and I’ll get the two other actresses to kind of hold you down like you’re some kind of a reluctant sacrifice for a few minutes. Then we’ll do some fucking while the other two girls occupy themselves, and then come to join in the action. Okay?”
Lily nodded, staring at me with a slight scowl of concentration like she was taking it all in. “That sounds fab.” She sounded breathless.
I smiled. “Well it’s not the ‘The Godfather’,” I shrugged, “but then witty dialogue and complex plots aren’t the kind of thing you find in porn.”
The girl nodded. I doubted if she’d ever even heard of ‘The Godfather’, let alone understood a word I had said about dialogue and plots. But she did have a great pair of tits.
“I’ve… I’ve never had anyone as big as you,” Lily said softly and a little frown of concern creased her face. “Will you be gentle?”
“As a lamb,” I said and then shook my head. “Don’t worry about any of that. We will spend ten minutes together in the bedroom before we start to film. Just to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“That would be fab!” she said again. The kid had a limited vocabulary, but she really did have a great pair of tits.
/> “Now tell me about yourself,” I asked. “What made you decide to get involved in this industry?”
She shrugged her shoulders, which made those magnificent pneumatic breasts move enticingly. “Johnny introduced me to the industry,” she said in a bright cheerful voice. “I was learning to be a hairdresser. One day, Johnny came in for a haircut, and we just started talking. The next thing I know, he invited me to appear in one of his films.”
“Johnny? You mean John Bellamy?”
Lily nodded.
“And you just turned up on a film set one day and started in porn?”
Lily nodded again, but this time she smiled as well. “The first scene I did was a gang-bang with four guys,” she said. “Johnny thought it was best if I dived right in,” she giggled.
I smiled. “Hooray for Johnny,” I said with dry sarcasm. “What a guy – always a gentleman, and always thinking of others first.”
“He likes it when I call him big daddy,” Lily leaned close and confided in a whisper.
I turned my head, glanced at Connie with revolting dismay. My lip was curled into a distasteful sneer, my eyes wide and startled. Connie’s expression mirrored my own. I dropped my voice so that she alone could hear. “And you think I’m a creep,” I whispered.
“You are a creep,” she whispered back tartly but there was a smile on the end of her lips. Just a very little one.
I turned back to Lily. “Do you miss hairdressing?”
She shook her head, and I swear I heard something inside that big empty space rattle.
