Max Goes Hollywood- Sunshine Sate

"YOU WHAT?!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MAX!"

So, here's the deal- first, go back and read the other two chapters in this bit. Mostly because I'm not going over all of it again.

TL: DR version is- I flew to LA to talk to a studio exec at Screamdreamer Studios about using my work in their productions. I hate flying because it gives me a headache. The studio in question makes titty-slasher movies that are heavy on the jiggle light on the plot and straight-up softcore porn, so I don't know why they want my work. Turns out the exec who wants to talk to me is one of my first porn star jack-off dream queens so concentrating isn't the only thing that's hard. And I fucked her assistant, quite literally, in the ass without ever finding out who she was months before. Oh, and they don't want my mass-market near best-seller books; they want my silly smut stories written and e-published under another name. That's more of a problem than you think.

My head didn't hurt any more.

Or maybe it did, but so did everything else. Hurt in that pleasant 'I went to the gym and exercised like a fiend' kind of way. Except my exercise had been getting lessons on making two porn stars climax until they were done with me.

Tawny had complete control from the word 'fuck', holding my head down in Jessica's wet and waxed pussy, slurping and sucking away. Laid out on the patio table in front of me, Jessica squirmed and writhed while I ate her out following Tawny's instructions. And boy, did she enjoy telling me what to do to her assistant.

If she had slapped a collar on me, I don't think I would have batted an eye. Never knew I had that kind of submissive streak.

I licked, kissed, bit, sucked and nuzzled when and where manicured nails told me to go. My mouth roamed all over her lightly tanned flesh from knees to navel; my hands from feet to breasts. I dug into her pussy as deep as I could with just my tongue, spreading her legs and tilting her hips for new, better angles. Her clit candy to my palate.

Every time I made Jessica cum, Tawny made me rim and tongue-fuck her asshole until her thighs stopped shaking.

I have no idea when or how I lost my bathing suit. It was already around my ankles when Tawny ordered me to stand up. She'd been stroking and playing with my cock long enough that her hand was coated with sticky pre-cum. Pressing her bare breasts into my back, she kept stroking and playing with my aching dick, telling me how she'd fingered herself watching me jerk-off in the shower. Jessica sat up, watching the porn queen stroke my cock, aiming it at her belly.

I would be good. I would wait. I wanted to cum in both of them so bad.

I lost control when Tawny's fingers pushed up into my ass. I exploded, shooting streams of cum all over Jessica's belly and ready slit.

The other guests, porn pros all, applauded my amateur effort appreciatively. (Golf clap for sperm!) I don't remember them gathering around, but I was otherwise distracted at the time.

Tawny didn't stop fingering and stroking me until I was hard again, cooing praises in my ear the whole time. Jessica looked me in the eye, scooped cum off her stomach and licked it from her fingers. Fuuuucckk, the challenge in her eyes right then? If I wasn't already naked, I would have split the crotch right out of my pants.

She leaned back on her elbows, bringing her knees up high. I pushed them back even more, determined to fuck her G-Spot at all costs. Tawny leaned me forward, guiding me into place.

The glittering 'Fuck Me' challenge in Jessica's eyes immediately changed to pleasantly surprised 'Oh shit... fuck meee' lust when Tawny guided me right into that tight and familiar asshole. Her head dropped back to the tabletop. Her hands flew up to take a death grip on the far edge.

Her hand now free of my cock, Tawny reached out and started playing with Jessica's vulnerable clit. Soon she jumped and squirmed, each thrust of my hips filling her ass with my cock. Tawny's thumb traced vicious circles around the other woman's clit, only occasionally sliding up inside her pussy. I distinctly remember feeling her thigh muscles straining under my hands while I held her legs up and open.

She whimpered and pleaded, begging me to hurry up and cum. The sight and sound of her made my balls tighten over and over, but there was nothing left. It had drained all over her belly already. Until...

"Cum in her," Tawny breathlessly whispered in my ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. Her intruding fingers pressed up against my prostate. "Cum for me."

My body obeyed, driving my hips tight against Jessica's buns, my cock emptied what little it had deep inside her. She responded in kind, her hole clenching around me, the careful attention of Tawny's thumb to her clit sending her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. She shook my hands off her thighs to thump on the table. Her legs wrapped around me, holding on for dear life, riding out the intensity of the orgasm. I had to lean forward, bracing myself on shaking legs as what little energy I had left pumped out the end of my dick and into her back door.

Panting happily, Jessica leaned up and kissed me. Her eyes returned to that challenging glow.

"I knew, as soon as I figured out who you were, that I wanted to fuck you again." She kissed me again, not giving me a chance to speak or even recover. "I would have jumped you right there in the limo if Tawny hadn't asked me not to."

"That's because I wanted to be here to watch," Tawny added. Slowly, she kept finger fucking my ass, making it difficult to catch my breath, let alone stop the shaking in my knees. "After listening to Jessica's story, I knew I wanted to get to know more than just your 'Baskerville Bunch'."

"I... huuh... I suppose it's not really a surprise that... uummm... I've fantasized about sleeping with you since... uugh... since before you 'retired' huh?" I turned my head to Tawny, swallowing hard because my mouth was dry as a desert and finding it quite difficult to make that confession with her fingers in my hole and my softening cock still not out of Jessica's. Over her shoulder I could see Rod and Kimi sharing Byron, who was bouncing up and down energetically on his Rod's lap while she sucked Byron's cock. Beyond them, Bunny had someone's face buried between her legs while she watched the other three going at it. And ignoring it all, Toni swam laps by herself in the pool.

That got her fingers out of my asshole. She gave me a swat on the backside and a kiss on the cheek, in that order.

"Better than what I usually hear," she rolled her eyes. Imitating a 'fan' she continued: "'Holy shit! You're the Dream Wolf! I've been jerking off to you since I was a kid!' or 'Fuck! You were like, super-hot back in the day!', but my favorite has always been 'Damn! You got a fine ass for a squaw! Wanna do a war dance on my face 'til I make you holler?'."

"They're not much better," I supplied, finally pulling away from the embrace of Jessica's legs and sitting down before my knees gave out entirely. "But I've always toyed with 'I don't consider myself a furry, but I've always dreamed of making out with your wolf.' and 'I'd love to watch her deep throat my dick, does your wolf spit or swallow?'."

"Oh, I like those," Tawny laughed, settling back in her chair on the opposite side of the table. Jessica had rolled onto her side, but stayed on the table to make a very attractive display that acted as a bridge between us. "Under other circumstances, I might have let you get away either of those lines. Now it's just more foreplay."

Needing a recovery period or not, that understated promise of fantasies fulfilled I started having an immediate effect. She noticed.

"Jessica, be a good girl and go get Max something to drink. A bottled water and some more orange juice?" I nodded, watching delicious Jessica slide off the table and head for the breakfast bar, barely noticing that the steam trays had somehow already been removed.

"Now, before you get any ideas about fucking you out of your intellectual properties, please know that the studio fully intends to pay you in money, not sex, to have you work with us." Tawny sat back, sipping her warm tea, back in business mode. Okay, as much 'business mode' that's possible when everyone you're talking to, you just had or will potentially have sex with and you're all still naked. When DID she take off HER bikini bottom?

"About that," I started, then stopped to try and gather my thoughts as they escaped when Jessica handed me two cold bottles, then ran a hand through my hair. Nope, use the big brain for a bit. Half-hour. Hour tops. "There might be a problem with using the 'Baskerville' stories."

"What's that?" Jessica asked, taking back the water bottle and taking a long swig and visibly swallowing. A bit of water escaped her mouth and slowly ran down her chin. One, two drops fell on the glimmering slope of her left breast. Big Brain damnit! Big Brain time!

"Please understand that, I am interested in working with you in THAT regard and would have been without all this." I waved my hands at the three of us and over at the others still engaged in their own activities closer to the pool. "Not that I'm ungrateful and more than a little flattered. I never gave much thought to actually... Nope. Never mind all that. Get to the problem- my agent, Tabitha."

"What, would she not approve of our fucking you?" Tawny gave me a look over the rim of her teacup that said I really needed to be careful with what I said next. "Does she have some sort of prior claim on your dick?"

"Approve? Not sure about that. Maybe something about mixing business with pleasure but that's not... and no. She's a lesbian. And married. Wait, at what point do you stop considering her a trans woman and go straight to 'lesbian'? I swear, I cannot keep up sometimes. She/her/they. Just let me know if that changes and I'll be good."

Verbal. Diarrhea.

Shake it off dumbass.

"No no. The problem is- she doesn't know about the 'Baskerville' series. At all. I treated them as junk writing and e-published them myself for a lark. I wasn't expecting them to get any sort of real attention. I have to check my records, but I don't think I've made all that much on them. Any of them. She's not in that loop. Yet. Part of why your request to meet me without her made her twitchy. Worse yet, neither does my publisher."

"So?" Jessica, still sweaty and smelling sooo fucking good, pulled a chair closer to mine. Fuck me but I wanted so bad to be sucking sweat off of her nipples just then. Unfortunately, Big Brain was on a roll.

"So Tabitha cannot accurately represent me in a contract negotiation with you until I bring her up to speed. Not doing so would probably violate our working relationship (Hers and Mine) and I'd have to deal with a Breach of Contract lawsuit." I sat back to chug the OJ, my mind racing in every direction possible. Little Brain? Still occupied by thoughts of how Jessica smelled and what kind of sloppy wet kisses I could expect from Tawny's wolf tat.

"And my publisher? Fuck, I don't know how they're going to react to my smut getting Hollywood attention before my regular work." C'mon, you already know that my mass-market material is ninety percent historical fiction- things that really happened around the world while big historical events had everyone's attention as seen through the eyes of characters I loosely base on real people. Why else would I need information on what Europeans wore in the tropics in the 1860's? Or How Japan's electronics manufacturing industry was affected by the Cuban Missile Crisis? Or what was going on in Argentina on December 7th, 1941? Or...

Digressions, thou shalt be the death of me.

"Maybe they'll treat it as a Bachman Books sort of thing? Get the publishing rights and put them out under one of their small print divisions? Do they even HAVE a smut division?" I was starting to talk out loud to myself. Bad sign. When did Tawny get up?

"Maxwell," she said soothingly, cupping my face with both hands. Okay, that was like running a live wire through a cup of coffee. Got my attention real damn quick. Shit, her skin looked amazing in the sunlight with fine glimmer of sweat starting to bloom in the California late morning.

"Huh?" Mister Eloquence strikes again!

"Jessica's not only an amazing lay, she's an entertainment lawyer and she's going to have a packet of information for you to take back to your agent when you leave tomorrow night." She rubbed her thumbs in small circles on my temples. My mouth went suddenly very dry again.

"Oh. Okay." And little brain was wide awake. Her sweat wasn't the only thing I could smell that close to her.

"We do have connections with a publisher that still does small print fuck-books. Those pulpy things you can buy in porn shops for five-ten bucks. They might be a good option to getting the Baskervilles into actual print." Jessica watched Tawny intently, studying the way she played with my head and hair. And occasionally glanced at the hard-on standing at rigid attention in my lap.

"Now put that frantic energy to better use and kiss the wolf." She pulled my head down.

That wolf is a damn fine kisser.

And she swallows.

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Tabitha was... not pleased with me come Monday morning.

Okay, sure, I chose to be petty and keep the promise I made to myself by giving her a wake-up call when my plane landed at PHL at a nice chipper 530am EST. It was a dick move and I might even apologize later, but for now- other eggs to fry.

After my wake-up phone call, I caught a cab to her place, stopping on the way for coffee and donuts at a little place I know she and Karen like. Karen met me at the door in her mom-jeans and rumpled sweatshirt, took the breakfast peace offering from me and shook her head at my petty revenge.

"You know she's been fuming all weekend worrying about you, right?" Karen led me into the living room where Tabitha waited.

"I'm a big boy," I quipped, trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood of the room. Tabitha glared concerned daggers at me. "I can take care of myself."

"Debatable," she shot back, taking the coffee and temporary truce pastry.

"Fair enough."

"I should leave," Karen started, grabbing a donut and heading for their shared home office. "Let you two get at it."

"Naw, I think you need to be here for this," I stopped her, gesturing to their couch. "I'm going to need a witness to prevent a murder."

"Yours or mine?" Tabitha growled through a mouthful of cruller.

"Yes." I pretty much felt that was all the clarification I needed right then.

It really could go either way.

They sat together on the couch and I proceeded to lay out everything, starting with my early Baskerville tinkerings long before I settled down and wrote my first published novel. That story sat in a folder on my desktop called 'Junk Writing' for years before I hit a dry spell between novels four and five, pulled it out to see if I could polish a turd. It was just a bit of exercise to shake free of writer's block I told myself back then.

I'd scribbled two more and had notes for a fourth story before I forced myself to get back to paying work.

(Incidentally, that Hook there at the top of this story? Go ahead and fill it in anywhere along here until the end. It came up a LOT over the next hour.)

Anyway, I had three fully finished novellas before I decided to experiment with self e-publishing through a free publisher. By then I'd finished my fifth mass-market novel and was well on to finishing number six. As I said, the Baskervilles did well enough that I continued to play with the characters and format, but not enough that they were garnering any attention past a small but excitable fan base.

"Until now," Tabitha interrupted, still giving me the stink-eye over her coffee cup.

"Until now," I agreed, taking a slug from my juice bottle. Astute readers may notice that I drink a LOT of juice these days. If you know why, we can be friends.

"So how did Screamdreamer find out about them, and you?" Karen had relaxed and was skimming through 'The Moaning House', the first of the Baskerville novellas, on her tablet.

"That's going to take a bit," I replied through a mouthful of Bavarian Cream. "For my part, it starts with being invited as an e-writer-slash-publisher to attend the Exxxotica Expo last year."

"You went to a porn show? As a guest?" Karen looked up at me over the tablet, ignoring her wife's surprised stare. "You?

"Jealous?"

"A little. What, did you fuck a studio exec as a favor so they'd look at your books?" Tabitha was starting to turn purple by now. Not a good look on her.

"No. At least, not until this past weekend," I took another sip from my bottle. "But that's jumping ahead in the story too far."

That's when I confessed to meeting the two Japanese women and downloading the Sluts International app, which I showed them using my phone. By now Karen's laughing out loud and Tabitha is beside herself with confusion, rage and jealousy.

"You shit-flinging baboon!" She exploded, jumping up from her seat on the sofa and stomping ineffectually around the room for a full minute ranting about irresponsible activity, random pregnancies and paternity lawsuits from strangers met on a hookup app.

"Huh, is baboon a step UP from orangutang or more of a step to the left?" I muttered, watching her rant until she ran out of steam.

"Max, you absolute man-whore!" Karen threw in to stir up the pot when her wife started calming down. "Is this real? You've banged SIXTY-THREE women since getting this app?"

"It's not about the body count really, it's about what you do together to get the achievement badges." I felt I was being helpful clarifying that point, knowing that Karen was looking at my virtual sash and the ranks I'd already earned.

"Either way, I didn't think you had it in you. Way to fucking go!"

"Would you stop encouraging him!?" Tabitha was soooo close to completely losing her shit, it was adorable. She turned on me furiously. "And what the cinnamon toast FUCK happens when one of these skanks hits you with a paternity lawsuit three years from now? Huh?"

"Sluts. We prefer to be called 'Sluts' and yes, I am proud to count myself among them." I sat up, feigning a level of dignity I couldn't maintain with a board up my ass (No, that is not one of my kinks. Sickos.). "And if that should happen, you can just flash them my medical records."

"I swear to Christ, I'm going to flash YOU something, and it's not going to be my ass! What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm clipped."

"What!?" echoed Karen along with Tabitha's shout.

"Oh yeah," nodding my head, I shrugged. "About eight years ago I dated Debbie. Remember her? Clung to me like a leech at every event you forced me to go to? Always had one eye on 'her cycle' and would go absolutely feral for a short time every month. Fucked like a demon and would hardly let me out of bed. Always tried to get me to eat an abundance of certain foods." I wiggled my juice bottle. "Tried to drown me in this stuff. Lucky for me I got a taste for it."

"You dumped the psycho." Tabitha recalled, still shooting menacing glares at her wife every time she giggled looking through the SI app on my phone.

"Oh my gawd! There are reviews!" She struggled to keep from laughing out loud. "This is fantastic!"

"There are? I didn't know that!" I had to resist the urge to grab my phone and look at what had been said about me. "Anyway, yes. I dumped her. I dumped her because she was trying to solidify our relationship with a kid without asking me. That's what she wanted- the security of a marriage based on 'protecting the child'. Dodged that fucking bullet the second I figured it out and took the March Madness Cure."

"The what?" Karen uncovered her mouth from holding in laughter. I'm really going to have to go in and read what was posted later on.

"March Madness Cure," I supplied again. "There are a large number of vasectomies that happen at the time of NCAA March Madness Tournament because it gives guys a secondary excuse for sitting around, being generally unproductive and watching a LOT of college ball. And that's what I did- got clipped to avoid the 'Debbie problem' going forward, stuck a bag of frozen peas down my shorts and watched a lot of games that I honestly don't remember much of. But that's off-topic..."

By the time I finished explaining how I first 'met' Jessica and how she'd tracked me down months later, Tabitha had her head between her knees, hyperventilating into the paper bag that held the creamers and sugars for the morning's coffee. Karen rubbed her back soothingly right after downloading the SI app to her own phone citing their 'book and bridge club'.

Whatever you tell yourself to make it palatable to yourself honey. No skin off my wiener.

"So, when Tabitha put you on the plane on Friday," she prompted while putting in her personal data with a skilled texting thumb. "She was essentially sending you off to hook up with this 'Jessica' again on their dime?"

"Jessica, several of her lesser dressed co-workers, and her boss."

Tabitha tried to look scandalized, as though she'd been pimping me out and not knowing it. Alright, so she's been pointing me in a random direction and letting the tits fall where they may up until now, but she hadn't known or wanted to know.

"How many?" Funny, I'd never heard her voice tremble before now. I wonder if that's when she just 'snapped'.

"Well, after I got over the initial murder house mystery vibe, there was Jessica of course. Lani climbed into my lap on Saturday afternoon while I was catching some sun and my breath before dinner. And Toni caught me for an early morning swim-and-screw yesterday in the pool. And, of course I HAD to say 'goodbye' to Bunni just before I left last night. Everyone else was busy doing their own thing."

"Or each other," Tabitha moaned into her hands, still trying to figure out how her client went from quiet and respectable history-fiction guy to international pussy hound porn writer behind her back. She reached for her half-empty cup. "Didn't you say something about their boss too?"

"Did I forget to mention Tawny? I mean, I spent most of my time with her and Jessica. In and out of bed."

"'Tawny'." Karen mocked, taking a drink. "Sounds like a bored housewife screwing the pool boy."

"I don't remember if Tawny Maya did any pornos where she fucked the pool boy or not, but then, my knowledge of her IMDB page is limited."

If that coffee was still hot, Karen would have burned the inside of her nose quite painfully. At least Tabitha managed a respectable spit-take instead of nasal ejection.

"You. Fucked. Tawny. Maya?" They did this couples thing where they each spoke every other word but I'm not going to break it down because it looks a little cheesy when I do it so, use your imagination. Just know, with coffee everywhere, I dropped yet another bomb on them they weren't expecting.

"I used to jack off to her so hard back when I still had a dick," Tabitha confessed, sopping up her mess with the inadequate paper napkins.

"You did?" Karen seemed lost, then walked from the room, pulling off her shirt and using it for a towel. Don't get any ideas. She still had on a bra. She kept talking from the other room. "I would get off so hard watching her eat some starlet out while my boyfriend ate me. Whew!"

"She's still hot," I agreed. Just thinking about the weekend and I could suddenly taste her and Jessica cumming on my tongue. Twist the knife a little more. "And delicious."

"No way," Karen came back, pulling on a clean shirt. "I'm calling bullshit now. There's no way YOU..."

"French kissed and throat-fucked her wolf tattoo? Yes way." I reached into the packet Jessica had given me to give to them and produced an eight by ten of the porn star, stretched out on a tree limb, absolutely naked and autographed to them both. The tattoo in question featured prominently. I had my own folder of autographed skin pics from the whole cast tucked into my suitcase.

"When they do a skin movie, they like to get the cast all together so they are familiar with each other's bodies, likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. Kind of a cast reading of the script but with a lot more sport fucking. A couple of the male members couldn't make it this time. I think one was in Cancun and the other was in Amsterdam."

"I don't fucking believe you," Tabitha groaned, sitting back down hard looking at the photo in her hands. I handed over the rest of the envelope.

"Jessica told me she put together a whole proposal- print publication, writer/agent percentages, filming with a potential cast list, all that stuff. They want to give you time to look it over and set something up in a week or so? Figure out what we want to tell George and Finn?"

"George and Fi... shit, they're going to have kittens over this, aren't they?" With paperwork in front of her, Tabitha had gone into Business Mode. As long as she didn't think too hard about the source, she could handle this. "Look, I'm going to need a few days to look this over before I can tell you anything useful. Why don't you go home, get some rest, write. TRY and keep your dick to yourself for a few days..."

"Man-whore," threw in Karen with a wink like I hadn't seen her furiously creating her own SI profile not twenty minutes ago. Even money that Tabitha would have one before I made it to my apartment.

Incidentally (Yes, another tangent. You're surprised?), I don't call Tabitha 'Tabby' because she asked me not to. Recognize given/chosen versus dead names, respect the choices. Simple as.

"Not helping honey," Tabitha shot back, snatching the autographed picture away and putting it emphatically face down on the end table away from her wife. Not realizing that the back was a slightly enlarged image of the wolf's head tattoo design that help Tawny become famous. "And maybe you need to get your slutty ass to a doctor, or at least a clinic, to get checked out."

Not a bad idea as it turned out. And certainly a story for another day.

Continued in "Max Plays Doctor" coming soon.