Sanctified 3.6

Charlotte is gripping the table tightly above herself, pushing her head back, and I see the muscles standing out in her arms and neck, taut and defined.

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Chapter III: In the City of Angels

Section VI: In Which the Kitchen Table Fails the Grade

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I spend the day writing, heading out for a walk before lunch. I stroll down the beach, looking for a good hole-in-the-wall place to get a steak burrito or something like it. That's one thing about living on an island off the coast of New England--not a lot of options for food. It's not a trade off I resent, but I know to take advantage of variety when it exists.

I find a decent place and wait in a decent line to get my food. An example of a benefit of the secluded life is that you spend so little time in lines that even missing a single light and having to sit and wait your turn becomes unnatural. There are no traffic lights on my island.

Once I get my food I go sit at a picnic table under an umbrella to eat. I get two tortas because when you have the chance to get a good torta, you had better get two.

I'm halfway through my first when someone comes and stands on the other side of the table. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asks.

My mouth is full so I make the universal gesture for "No, yeah, please, sit down be my guest," while covering my mouth and making encouraging noises. I realized I'm hunched over my food like a child trying to stuff his face so I sit up as naturally as I can and try to finish chewing quickly.

The woman giggles and I almost recognize her as she sits down. She's young, a few years younger than me by the looks, but I can't place her. She's wearing the tightest, most flattering yoga pants I've ever seen in my entire life and a spandex top that shows cleavage and the clear outlines of her nipples. Fuckin' LA.

"All the tables are full. Sorry to interrupt your lunch. I don't like to be that person with a celebrity."

I blink and look around. "Celebrity?" I ask.

"Didn't I see you on SNL a couple years back? You're that writer, aren't you?" she asks, pointing at me with an upturned palm.

I laugh and take a drink. "Oh. Gosh. Guilty as charged. I wasn't trying to be modest, I really didn't know you meant me. I never get recognized."

"Welcome to LA," she says, gesturing expansively. "The only people more obsessed with recognizing people on earth work in missing persons at the FBI, probably."

"Guilty," I say. "I am new in town."

"Business or pleasure?" she asks, taking a bite of her own burrito.

"Both!" I say brightly. "Taking some meetings at the studios and visiting my girlfriend. Listen," I say. "Why do you look so familiar?"

She smiles. "I'm an actress, and an Instagram model!" she says.

I hit her with a finger gun, an old charmer's classic. "You're Autumn."

Her smile becomes a grin. "I've only had a couple of small roles so far, but I've got a social media following and other online presence."

"Ah," I say. "That must be it." But then it clicks. That last was a euphemism, the kind you give friends of your parents when they ask what you do for a living at Thanksgiving. She's an Onlyfans model. A fucking hot Onlyfans model who I've seen several striptease videos of over the years.

Autumn is taking another bite and giving me a look I can't quite place. It's either an 'I know what you're thinking now' or a 'What can I get from this' kind of look. Or maybe it's both. I guess for her getting recognized probably means she's looking at a man who's jerked off looking at her pictures or videos, so that must be an odd experience.

"Is the movie based on one of your books?" she asks.

"I don't think I said there was a movie," I say, thinking of all the NDAs I've signed lately.

"Gotcha. You must be having some of those studio meetings where they don't talk about movies, then."

I grin. "That's exactly right. We mostly just talk about abstract philosophy and theoretical physics."

"Stimulating conversation, I'm sure," she says with a laugh.

This is some of the most outright flirting I've ever experienced and the part of me that knows I'm in LA now and this girl wants a part in a movie she thinks I have influence over is led quietly to the back and locked in a broom closet. The part of me that has a supermodel girlfriend who happens to be down with three-ways steps up for the first time, cracks his knuckles, and takes the controls.

"You've no idea," I say, taking another bite of my torta. "Oh, man. These are amazing."

"I love this place. I come here like every week when I'm in town, it's seriously the best," Autumn says.

"I believe it. Do you travel a lot?"

"Lots of location shoots. Everybody expects to see palm trees and white sand in the background for every bikini shoot, you know how it is." She says this last with a smile that is just slightly tinged with knowing. "And I'm actually not from here, I'm from Seattle so I spend a lot of time up there, too."

"Oh hey, I grew up near Seattle."

"No way!" she says, and we talk about places and towns while we eat. There's no lubricant for light conversation quite like shared nostalgia.

We finish our food around the same time, and by then two things are clear to me. First, she has never read any of my books but wants me to think she has without outright lying to me, because second, she thinks I'll have a say in casting a movie based on one of my novels. I have no idea if she's actually attracted to me or not, and while I am powerfully attracted to her, I don't feel good about stringing her along just because she thinks I can get her into a movie.

"I gotta get going but it was super cool to talk to you," Autumn says.

"You too," I say, heroically not looking at her cleavage as she shifts around to gather her things.

"I'd love to see you again," she says. "Can I have your phone to put in my number?"

I unlock it and slide it across to her. My wallpaper is Charlotte and I see her eyes widen slightly as she takes it, but she keeps a good poker face. I try to think back if I mentioned that my girlfriend was a model or named Charlotte, but I can't remember. Maybe when we were talking about Seattle?

"There," she says, sliding my phone back across the table. "Text me so I have yours, okay?"

I smile at her. "Will do."

Autumn stands and collects her trash and her small bag. "See ya," she says with a little wave and walks off.

I unabashedly stare at her ass as she does so. "Ho-lee shit," I mutter. Her yoga pants and the way they highlight her butt look like they've been photoshopped in real time. There's simply no way that geometry exists in the real world. Her boobs are fantastic even though they aren't all natural, but no surgeon has yet invented a surgery to make an ass like that, and if they had, they should get a medal. I shoot her a quick text that says simply "Hey," and then gather up my own garbage and head out.

I head back to Charlotte's condo to get some more words in for the day. Not long after I sit down I get a text from her. It's a picture of her in a sort of fishnet top that clearly shows her boobs and only partially obscured her nipples, from one of my favorite shoots of hers a few years back.

I reply back with a red, sweat-faced emoji.

Next, she sends a picture of Lucy topless, holding her tits together and smiling that heart-melting smile of hers.

I reply with, "We fucked her good, huh?"

I see the little dots that mean she's typing a response and my phone dings from another message.

It's Autumn, saying, "hey yourself. You didn't tell me your girl was THAT Charlotte!"

I say, "haha yep, she's a keeper!"

Then Charlotte replies: "Hell yeah we did. I want you to fuck me into next week when I get home."

Autumn says: "I bet! She's lucky to have u. Hopefully that works out. Hit me up if you want to see me sometime."

I say, "Yeah baby! I'll put it in you anytime, anywhere you want it. You just tell me when and where."

I put my phone to sleep and set it down to do some typing. It dings a couple of times but I delay answering until I finish my thought.

From Charlotte: "You copy?? I'm on my way, get that dick ready!"

From Autumn: "Ohh baby! Tonight?? Regent??"

I blink, not understanding. Why would Charlotte ask if I copied when I answered her so quickly? I open our conversation and am puzzled that my message didn't go through or even show as failed. I answer her: "Yeah baby! This dick is yours whenever you want it!"

Then I open up Autumn's conversation to decode her strange text and my stomach drops.

"Ohh, fuck me," I mutter.

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Charlotte arrives home a few minutes later and walks in the door. As I watch, she strips her clothes off faster than I would have believed possible and strolls over to me.

"Why isn't that big dick out and ready for me?" she asks chidingly.

"Well," I say, "I think I screwed up."

"Oh, that's okay," she says, closing my laptop and climbing into my lap. "We can fix that, can't we?" She puts her hands on the side of my head, her pointer finger sliding over my ear and her others underneath, her thumbs resting in the hollows of my temples, and kisses me deeply.

"Mmf," I say.

"Sshh," she says. "Whatever it is can wait until you nut in me."

Charlotte kisses me and grinds on my lap, pressing her boobs into my chest. The erotic high I feel when she comes near is as stark as walking from the shade into the sun on a brisk fall day. It is warmth from without and warmth from within, heating me to a boiling point so quickly that it is almost alarming but for the pleasurable nature of the feeling. She pulls my shirt over my head and takes my hands and puts them on her hips, where I slide them almost immediately to her ass and start kneading her flesh there. Her ass is tight and round, absolutely as perfect as the rest of her body and deserving of more attention than it gets from me.

She reaches down, fumbling with my belt and zipper in her haste, and I help her pull my shorts down far enough to get my cock free. She immediately stuffs it into her pussy and starts to grind her hips down on it like a woman possessed. Her fervor only serves to heighten my arousal as I watch her use me to get what she needs, thrusting her hips down on my stiff dick with her hands joined around the back of my neck her head bowed, forehead on mine. I hold her hips and watch her boobs dangle between us, swinging back and forth and jolting with the force of her downward thrusts.

Charlotte puts her hands to either side on the arms of the dining chair and throws her head back, working to make it with my cock deep inside her. There's little I can do but watch in awe as my goddess takes what she wants and gets what she needs, giving me all I could want or need in the process. I slide my hands up from her hips across her stomach to her breasts and take them into my hands, cupping them and working them in circles, feeling their weight and bouncing them, relishing in the feel of their warmth and vitality.

"Oh fuck," she says, "I'm gonna fucking... cum!"

She leans forward, panting in quick, sharp gasps, and grabs my head, pulling me to her breasts. I embrace her as she rolls her hips and orgasms right in my lap, my cock buried deep inside her, our bodies touching. My face is pressed between her breasts, which just so happens to be one of my favorite places in the world for my face to be, and I close my eyes and again delight in the feeling of her skin and her yielding mammaries as she shakes and trembles.

"Oh!" she cries. "Oh, yes!"

I hum with delight and arousal, running my hands down her back and feeling the smooth skin there. I feel her muscles gradually relax and she comes down from her high, releasing pressure on my head enough that I can kiss her breasts affectionately and lick her nipples while she breathes.

"Fuck me, Tiger," she says. "Fuck me until you shoot your load in my pussy."

She pulls off my cock to stand up and lays back on the table. I kick my shorts off the rest of the way, set my laptop on the floor out of the way and test the table. "Is it strong enough for this?"

"Oh, fuck me right through my table onto the floor," she says, raising her arms above her head and grasping the far edge of the table in a way that pulls her tits up and makes them seem like glorious mountains rising to the sky. I forget my concern and step forward to slip my cock back inside of her.

Before I do, I use the head to tease her clit for a moment, which makes her cry out and arch her back. I slowly draw it back and forth over her most sensitive place, using my cock as a long, soft-tipped finger to pleasure her. Then I drop it down slightly and glide into her. I start out slow, but lose control of my pace almost immediately and find myself plunging in and out of her like a piston. I watch her boobs roll and bounce, settling into a regular oscillating motion on her chest, and feel the fire burn hotter in me at the sight.

Charlotte is gripping the table tightly above herself, pushing her head back, and I see the muscles standing out in her arms and neck, taut and defined. Her stomach is a tanned expanse of tight skin, her navel a dip before the rise of her mons pubis, where my cock is currently at work sliding in and out of her vagina. I press my hand down on that space directly above her clit, take her hip in my other hand, and drive myself into her. I know I am in the final throes of this act, nearly at the end of the path, and so I go as hard as I can for my final thrusts. I pull out nearly all the way with each stroke and slam my cock home to the hilt inside her.

Charlotte cries out with each strike, practically screaming my name at the ceiling, and I am overcome at last. I jerk forward one final time and spend myself into her furthest reaches, gripping her thighs and coating her inside with my semen. We cry our pleasure out together as she cums again, wrapping her legs around me tightly, and I grind myself forward as my cum mingles with hers within her body. I give a few more perfunctory thrusts and then collapse against her as she pulls me forward, sitting up to embrace me.

That's when the table gives a loud warning crack and I straighten and pick her up as quick as I can, just as the table drops out from under her. We both look back over her shoulder and and see that the table has split straight down the middle and now lays almost on the floor with four legs splayed out in shambles.

I stare, holding her by her ass, her legs wrapped around my waist and arms locked behind my neck, my cock still inside of her. She starts to giggle, I start to giggle, and I have to set her down because we're both laughing too hard.

"You did tell me," I say, gasping from the laughter as much as from the gyrations and intensity of the past few minutes, "to fuck you right through the table."

Charlotte has her hands on her knees and is looking at me through streaming eyes as she laughs. "We literally fucked our way through the table!"

I have to sit down in a chair, giddy with the near hysterics of the post-orgasmic hilarity. As we calm ourselves Charlotte comes and sits on my lap sidesaddle, putting her arm around my neck.

"Now," she hiccups, "what is it that you wanted to tell me before you broke my table in half with your giant cock?"

I laugh again. "Oh my. Well, I went down the beach to find some lunch and found a great little burrito joint."

"Yeah, I know that spot. Just past the sculpture park, right?"

"Right. And as I was eating a girl sat down and started talking to me because she recognized me, which really never happens."

"Oh, it'll happen around here."

"That's what she said. Anyway, as we're talking I realize I recognize her too. And then I realize what I recognize her from."

"What? A movie?"

"Nope. She's like a classy camgirl."

"There's a phrase for the ages."

I snort. "All right, an Instagram model who has an Onlyfans. Nudie stuff, that's all. Nothing explicit."

Charlotte grins. "So while you're talking to her you realize that you've jerked off to her before."

I grimace. "Well... yes. I saw her figure that out at the same time. Something in her smile. And I also realized she thinks I can put her into a movie."

"Everybody wants something from you in LA," Charlotte says in a sing-song voice.

"I told her I was in town on business and to visit my girlfriend, and she honed right in on the business angle, and ignored the girlfriend angle to flirt shamelessly. When she left she even said she wanted to see me again and put her number in my phone."

"Oooh!" Charlotte says, clapping her hands and setting her tits jiggling. "I like the sound of this!"

I hang my head. "Then you're gonna love what happens next. She told me to text her so she'd have my number, so I just said, 'Hey,' and left it at that."

"Strong shutdown," Charlotte says. "I'll bet she texted you right back. AND you said she left first?"

"Yeah."

"She wants your balls," she says, reaching down and gently toggling them. "Then what?"

I sigh. "You'd better just look. Can you reach my phone?"

Charlotte leans back to the windowsill and grabs it. I never get tired of watching her body move close up like this.

"Okay," she says, holding it up to my face to unlock it and then swiping through.

"So, you were texting me, right?" I say. "And then she started texting me. Check the timestamps."

Charlotte swipes back and forth a couple of times, a smile growing on her face until she's grinning. She throws her head back and laughs, pointing her toes and kicking her legs up and down rapidly. "This is PERFECT!" she says.

"Why?" I ask, puzzled.

"Wait," she says. "What's her name? I want to look her up."

I tell her and she taps away.

"Oh my god she's adorable," says Charlotte. "You have to go do it."

"What? Go sleep with her?"

"No, no. You'll sleep with me tonight. Just go bang her!"

"I'm not going to go bang her! I want to be with you!"

"Do you know how much it turns me on to imagine you splitting some hot babe in half that you just met casually on the beach?" she asks, biting her lower lip and half-closing her eyes as she talks.

"I have a better idea now, watching you say it. Shit," I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "But she's gotta be a few years younger than me, trying to get into the business."

"I'm a few years younger than you," Charlotte says.

"Well, okay, but she thinks I can get her cast in a movie based on one of my books!"

"You probably could," she says with a shrug.

That hits me differently and I pause. She seizes the initiative.

"There's nothing wrong with taking advantage of mutual attraction," she says. "You texted her by mistake but she didn't text you by mistake. She could have ignored your rather fortuitous misstep but she chose to suggest a date and a location!"

"I feel really slimy going to a hotel room to bang a young actress who wants a role in a movie from me," I say.

"Did you tell her you could get her a role?"

"No."


"You didn't say, 'If there was something you could do to convince me you're ready for the big time...'?"

"No!"

"What did you say?"

"I said I had taken some meetings at a studio."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Charlotte shrugs. "And she said she wanted to see you again. And told you to reach out if you wanted to see her again."

I nod.

"And then responded favorably when you immediately replied that you would 'give it to her anytime', correct?"

I chuckle. "Yeah. Yep."

She smiles happily. "And you even said it looked like she knew you were a fan." She hands me my phone. "Tell her a time and ask her the room number."

"What?!" I exclaim.

"Well, if you say the time then you're in charge. But if she has to get the room, it forces her to commit and make that choice."

"One last chance to tap out."

"More than that. She has to do it. That requires a conscious choice. If any part of you is truly concerned that she's not in this for you on your own merit, you can also just leave."

I heave a deep sigh and look at her.

"But," she says, "I don't want you to do that. I want you to go and wreck this chick."

I laugh in spite of myself. "And that will turn you on?"

"Oh my god," she says, tilting her head back and grabbing her boobs with both hands. I will be sitting here masturbating myself silly the whole time you're gone."

"I don't want you cumming while I'm not here, I want you to save it for me," I say.

Her eyes go wide and she grabs my head in both hands. "You wouldn't!"

I laugh. "All right, I wouldn't. You do you and when I come back I'll do you too."

"You'll really go? You'll go give her the viking?"

I tap out a reply on my phone. "8pm. Tell me the room number."

"If she follows through and seems to be really into me when I get there," I say, hitting send. "Then I will give her all of the viking she can handle."

"Mmm," says Charlotte, kissing me hard. "And then give her a little extra, too. Fuck!" She grins at me. "Being with you is so fucking hot all of the time. Just when I think it couldn't get any hotter than fucking me so hard the furniture breaks in half, you come up with this. Just by being yourself!"

I shake my head, smiling. "I've never known this version of me. It's all you, baby."


"It's us," she says, kissing me again.

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