The City of Angels

The news that Lionel was going to write the mini-series was actually shocking, but no more so than the rest of the day.

Danny dropped Lionel and Jean and Alistair at the building where they were meeting Sy and Mike and Josh and Lisa and Stefan and whoever else Sy could corral.

“Break a leg”, Danny said as the Hardcastles exited the limo.

“Do they say that to writers?” Jean asked.

“Well then, break a pencil”, he kidded them. Danny liked these two Brits; they reminded him of his favorite aunt and uncle back in New Jersey. He even liked Alistair who tried a little too hard but seemed like a nice guy even if was a big shot publisher.

“Thank you Danny.” Jean patted his arm. “Let’s hope it goes well.”

“Of course it will Lovely Lady. I’m here and Lionel’s cool.” They entered Sy’s office prepared to conquer Hollywood or die trying.

Danny was sitting in the limo reading the trades, working the phones to his agent and trying to set up auditions when three police cars with sirens blaring and lights flashing pull up in front of the building followed a minute later by 5 news vans. The police hustled some poor skinny guy out with his hands cuffed behind him. Lionel and Jean followed a minute later and they were surrounded by news crews shoving microphones and cameras in their faces. One of the cops escorted Lionel and Jean to their limo and instructed Danny to bring them to their hotel and said a detective would be by to take their statements.

Jean told Danny all about the writer who broke into the office during their meeting and how Lionel bravely disarmed him by wresting the gun from his hand. “Lionel had no way of knowing that it was a replica. We all believed it was a real gun and Lionel was very brave to do what he did.” Lionel preened at Jean’s retelling the story to Danny; she stroked his arm and looked at him with a mixture of pride and awe.

“Hey listen Lionel, you gotta take advantage of this. The momentum’s building and you gotta ride the wave. You get Alistair to call a press conference and introduce you as the hero who saved the life of a producer. You’ll get plenny of press and your miniseries is a done deal. Guaranteed.”

Lionel looked at Danny as if he had suddenly grown an extra head. “Erm, no thank you. Today was quite enough excitement. I think we’ll go back to the hotel, meet with the police, have a nice quiet dinner somewhere and leave town tomorrow before we’re deported.”

“Jean, you agree with me, don’t you?” Danny asked.

“In a way I do. But I know Lionel and he has to do this his way. Thank you though for your suggestions.”

Danny shrugged and started the car. “Okay. Your call. Although I gotta say, you just might get deported for saving the life of some crummy producer.” He saw Lionel’s face and added, “Nah! I’m just jokin. Lemme know what time you wanna go for dinner and I’ll bring the car around.”

It was nearly 6 when they were done with the police and Alistair told them Lionel had the deal to write the miniseries. Alistair made dinner reservations for 8:30 at a private club. “I called my club in London and they arranged it. I’ll stop by your room at 7:30 and I’ll tell Danny to bring the car around then. See you later you two!” and he left their room.

“Oh! Only an hour and a half to get ready!”

Wearing just his under shorts, Lionel laid out his dark blue suit, a white shirt and his regimental tie and then helped Jean dress. He opened the boxes from the lingerie store and selected the black corset that fastened in the back with hooks and eyes.

“This is rather nice”, he said brushing her shoulders with his hands and nibbling her neck. He slid his hands around to her breasts, which were barely covered by the corset and pinched her nipples. Jean closed her eyes and pressed back into Lionel.

“Mmmm” she purred.

His right hand moved down her body, stroking the furry mound of her pussy. A delicious wetness gathered between her legs and Lionel stroked his fingers between her damp lips and took her breath away by quickly sliding four fingers deep into her pussy. She gasped and bore down on his hand, grinding her ass into his pelvis. Jean reached behind her and massaged his cock through the opening of his underwear, feeling his erection grow beneath her touch. Lionel’s fingers quickly brought her to a climax, her cum drenching his fingers.

“Bend over”, he commanded. Jean bent over the back of the sofa and Lionel shoved his cock into her wet pussy.

“Aaah!” she cried at the ferocity of his entry. Lionel took her with short, hard strokes; his balls slapped against her ass as her cunt gripped his cock, not wanting to let him free.

“Fuck me harder Lionel! Harder!” Lionel rubbed her clit with one hand and her breasts with his other as his cock pounded her pussy from behind.

“You’re so wet!” Lionel’s cock slammed in and out of her cunt, heat and desire building until he was ready to explode.

“Oh God, Jean, I’m coming.” His hips moved faster against her body, his cock thrusting in and out and Jean’s pussy gripped his cock as his cum erupted in her cunt.

“Yesss! Fuck! I’m coming!” Jean’s orgasm was intense waves of pleasure as her juicy cunt contracted around his cock, draining him of every drop of cum. He crushed her breasts in his hands, pinching her sensitive nipples, pulling them until they were hard tight peaks of flesh between his fingers.

Together they leaned against the sofa, willing their legs to stop shaking. Lionel put his hands between Jean’s legs and rubbed the wetness into her bush and flesh and then he sucked his fingers, loving the taste and scent of their cum.

“Don’t wash. When we’re at dinner I’m going to picture your thighs sticky and sweaty and your cunt dripping with my cum.”

Jean smiled her willing agreement. She left off her knickers and fastened her stockings to the corset’s garters. “Does this meet with your approval?”

“Very much so. Put on your dress.”

Jean slipped her dress over her head. It was a simple black dress with a low neck, long sleeves, and a flared skirt. Lionel raised the skirt to her hips. “Good. Lots of room for me to get under there when I want.” He swirled a finger in the stickiness between her thighs and brought it to her lips. The touch of her mouth sucking his finger was intoxicating; his cock began to respond.

Jean looked at the clock. “Alistair will be here soon.”

“I know.” Lionel leaned in and kissed her. “Pull up your dress.” He knelt and slid his tongue into her cum soaked slit, rubbing his face in the bush of hair. His tongue teased her clit and he slid his right hand in her pussy to massage her g spot. Jean gave a loud gasp as a shock of pleasure tore through her body and she rode his tongue and hands grinding her cunt against him. “Make me come, Lionel. Suck me! Bite me! Fuck me with your tongue.” Lionel shoved a finger from his free hand into her ass and Jean came with a scream, her body jerked as her cunt thrashed against him; her cum left his face wet and sticky. Lionel held her until she stopped trembling and knew she wouldn’t fall. “Now I’ll get dressed.”

Promptly at 7.27 Alistair knocked on the door. “Let’s go kids! L.A. awaits the Hero Brit and his Lovely Lady.”

~ ~ ~ to be continued