The Next Milf Porn Star Take 2 Ch. 01

Author's Note: As I've said for years I rarely have interest in writing sequels. Once the original story is done and the thrill of the kill is over, I generally don't see the point in just writing more for the sake of more. But ever since I published The Next Milf Porn Star, Dana has lingered in my mind. I just felt she had more of a story to tell and that the shoot at the end was not enough closure for her. I hope this series does Dana justice. LC68

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"Seven hundred dollars?" Dana Darling gasped, her brown eyes wide. "Are you kidding?"

"Sorry, ma'am," the young mechanic behind the desk replied. "You need a new catalytic converter. They're expensive, plus labor."

"I don't have that right now. Can I come back in a couple of weeks?"

"This is an inspection, if the car fails you only have seven days to pass it, or the state will suspend your registration."

"But I need my car!" Dana waved her arms dramatically, her eyes widening even more. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Maybe you can borrow the money?" The mechanic, porn star Denny D, asked while trying not to laugh at Dana's over the top reaction and facial expression.

"I don't know anyone," Dana walked closer to the desk and leaned over it, her large braless breasts straining the thin material of her black tank top. "Are you sure I need it?" she tapped the paperwork, then stared closely at him. "Are you even a mechanic? You're awfully young."

"Yes," he eyed her breasts, specifically her prominent nipples through the thin material. "My dad owns the shop. I've been working on cars since I was a kid."

"Well, isn't there something you can do? Can I talk to your father?"

"He's not here today," he pointed to the clock on the wall. "We're closing in five minutes, what would you like to do?"

Dana's shoulders slumped as she now appeared crestfallen.

"Ham." Jack Sanders the director muttered. "Nothing worse than a porn star who thinks she can act."

There were a few snickers from the lighting and cameramen spread out in wide circle around Dana and Denny.

"Look," she made a show of staring at the name tag on Denny's unrealistically clean grey work shirt. "Denny, I really need a win here. Isn't there anything you can do?"

"I feel bad, I do, it's a lot of money, but it fails the emissions report," he tapped a yellow checklist."

"Report? "Well, isn't there a way you can, you know," she gave him a hopeful smile. "Just check the box for me?"

"That's illegal, Ma'am."

"It's Dana, sweetie. I know I'm older than you, but I don't think I look like a 'Ma'am'."

"True," he told her while blatantly ogling her tits as she straightened but remained in front of the desk. "You look a lot more fun."

"You think?" Dana smiled then turning, sauntered over to the office door.

She knew Brock, the camera man positioned behind Denny, would now be zooming in on her well-rounded ass in the painted on black shorts. It would follow the extra sway of her hips, then travel the length of her long legs, from her soft inviting thighs down to her toned calves and linger briefly on the absurdly high heeled black sandals that strapped around her ankles.

"Um, you didn't say what you wanted to do?" Denny spoke behind her.

"I'd like you to help me out and fudge that report."

"I could get in a lot of trouble for that."

"Only if you get caught, and I can give you what I have."

"What's that?"

"Two fifty," She remained by the door, but looked over her shoulder so he'd focus on her face, and not her hand as she thumbed the lock on the door.

"That's not even half!" Denny ran his fingers through his short dirty blonde hair. "My old man would flip."

"He's not here," she turned around to face him. "And he'll never know, now will he?"

"Guess not, but why the hell should I do this? I don't even know you."

Dana gave him a sly smile.

"I'm here for an inspection, right?"

"Yeah, and your car failed."

"Then how about I let you inspect me instead?"

With no hesitation, she stripped off her shirt to expose her breasts.

"Goddamn," Denny whistled while doing an admirable job of widening his hazel eyes in an attempt at looking as if he didn't have epic tits shoved in his face for a living.

Dana cupped her heavy breasts and slid her black tipped nails over her swollen rose red nipples.

"What do you think, baby? The headlights work okay?" She turned her back on him and unzipped her shorts. "How about you take a look at the rear end?" she angled her head to face Jack and in a stage whisper added "Nothing worse than a director who thinks he can write."

Jack replied with a good-natured smile; mouthing the words 'Got me" while Dana pushed her shorts down in a slow sexy shimmy, working them over her hips and down her legs, bending over to show off her ass in the black G-string thong. She stepped out of the shorts and strolled over to Denny, her beautiful, round, all natural tits jiggling and her hips in full swing.

Dana walked around the desk which Denny had pushed himself back from and risen from his chair.

"Mind if I do some inspecting myself?"

Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees, unsnapped his jeans and tugged them and his boxers down. His semi hard cock, long and thick even in that state, sprang free, and sucking on her lower lip, she purred.

"Oh, this looks just fine, but we need to be thorough now, don't we?" She flicked her tongue across his tip as she gripped him in her hand. "Make sure everything works."

She took him in her mouth and bobbed her head slowly, Dana released a soft contented moan as Denny swelled in her mouth and once he was fully hard, picked up the pace. She took him deeper as well, angling her head to accommodate his length.

Dana turned her wide dark brown eyes upward, staring directly at Brock who stood on a milk crate pointing the camera down at her from over Denny's shoulder. She moaned louder, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure of not only having her mouth stuffed with hard young cock, but knowing thousands of men would be watching her do it while stroking their own.

Stroking to her sucking, wishing it was her mouth and not their hand, and knowing that soon they'd be watching her take this big cock in her cunt. Her cunt that was already hot and wet from the camera as much as it was from having this gorgeous dick in her mouth.

"Damn, thought this shit only happened in porn," Denny spoke while unbuttoning his shirt while Dana shoved his pants down past his knees while continuing to blow him.

He slipped his shirt off, exposing his muscular torso and Dana's hands now roamed up and down his powerful chest and sculpted abs, caressing, and teasing her long nails over him. Denny's hands went into her long, lustrous, curly black hair, and gripped her head between them.

He tapped her with one finger to signal what was coming next, and she placed her hands flat on his thighs to let him know she was ready.

"Seven hundred's a lot of money," he told her. "Think you're going to have to work a little harder." He thrust his hips, driving the full length of his cock down her throat.

Dana was ready, already angling her head and opening wider. Her throat relaxed, he slipped easily past her gag reflex, but she made the sound anyway. He pumped her with long slow strokes as she remained still, allowing him to use her mouth.

He went faster and harder and the room filled with her nasty, but oh, so hot, sounds of her choking and gurgling, sounds. Dana's face flushed from not just exertion, but passion as him face fucking her once again had her mind racing with the reactions of the men who would be admiring what a good girl she was.

On her knees, getting her face pounded hard enough to make her eyes water, but never causing her to look away from the camera as Brock filmed the violation of her mouth. At a signal from Jack, Denny pulled his cock from her mouth.

A sticky mess of precum laced drool flowed down her chin and onto her tits and chest, as Dana pinned his cock back and eagerly, slurped on his balls. His hands went from her hair to her tits, fondling them, and causing her to groan as his palms slid over her aching nipples.

"Over here," Brock whispered to her right.

Dana slid her eyes in that direction to see him now on one knee getting a close up of her working Denny's balls. She kept her eyes on him, now narrowing them to give the viewer and in intense stare while now slowly teasing her co-star's sac with just the tip of her tongue, putting on a show.

Opening wide she sucked his balls in her mouth and slurped noisily on them while his fingers rolled her nipples, making her whimper around her mouthful, and her hips to rock. Dana used to think the camera turned her on in the past, but it was nothing compared to how being filmed affected her.

Her nipples throbbed, causing her to squeeze her thighs together and her cunt and nipples ached with need. When Jack signaled Denny, he sat down in the chair, slowly stroking his sloppy wet cock.

Dana rose and put her back him, bracing her hands on the desk and seductively swaying her ass in front of him. She yelped when he gave each of her cheeks a playful swat before hooking his fingers into the sides of her thong.

She continued to work her ass while he eased the thong over it and Dana released a soft whimper when she felt the material briefly cling to her sticky cunt before peeling away. Dana was sure Brock, now back behind Denny, would have the camera zoomed into it, and knowing how it would look made her squirm even more.

Denny worked the thong down past her knees so she could lift one leg at a time out of it, and eased it away so it wouldn't catch on her absurdly high heels, which was all she'd be wearing the rest of the shoot.

"Think it's time for a test drive, baby." Dana uttered the cringy line, as she pushed further from the desk and eased her ass down onto Denny's lap.

He held his cock, working it through her warm wet lips and making her shiver when the head of his cock came into contact with her clit. He rubbed it in a slow circle making her moan and her legs tremble, before guiding it to her yearning hole.

She forced herself to ease down on him, teasing herself by slowly impaling herself on his big dick. Dana, now staring at Stu, the other cameraman standing across from her, zoomed in on her face.

She gave him a show, her lips parting as she moaned, and her eyes growing wide while working her hips, her wet cunt spreading around Denny's thick hard flesh. She sucked on her lower lip, whimpering for effect, then gasped when she sank onto his lap, his full length now deep inside her.

The gasp wasn't an act, Jesus he was hung! Dana pushed against the desk, then flexed her long legs, rocking herself back and forth, fucking him as he grabbed her hips and moved in time with her, his hip thrusting into her descending cunt.

"Fuck," she groaned. "This is a nice ride!"

"I was going to say the same thing," Denny told her, then caused her to yip when he gave the right side of her ass a hard smack. He gave the other cheek a sharp slap then tapped her hip as a heads up for the next position.

Dana relaxed and allowed him to pull her back by her hips and landing in his lap, her back against his chest. Lifting her legs, she managed to get the heels of her sandals on the soft arms of the chair.

Denny slipped his arms around her, his hands on her breasts as he worked his powerful hips, thrusting into her prone pussy. Dana let her head fall back, and turning to her left, managed to find his lips.

They exchanged a rough 'porno kiss' as Sylvia Foxxx, the woman who owned the production company called them. Their mouths open wide and their tongues waging an exaggerated battle between them.

Denny squeezed her tits hard before his fingers found her nipples. He pinched them, causing her moan to turn into a squeal, then switched to gently rolling them between his fingers. Dana's arm went around his shoulders to help steady herself on the protesting chair while her other hand slipped between her thighs.

She rubbed her clit while Stu came closer, getting a good view of Denny's cock plundering her slit as well as her masturbating. At a signal from Jack, Denny's right hand left her breast and slipped under hers.

Dana replaced his on her tit, tugging and twisting her nipple as he pressed two fingers to her clit and worked his wrist rapidly side to side. She pressed her mouth to his, whimpering into it as his cock stuffed her needy cunt and his fingers played her yearning clit.

She broke the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the camera and her lips parted to allow her heavy breathing and sounds of mounting pleasure. As always, for her, it wasn't an act.

Fucking a hot young guy with a big dick, and being filmed further fueling her lust, Dana was already getting close to giving her already growing fan base what they've been waiting for; one of her loud, thigh trembling, hip bucking, genuine orgasms.

They didn't have to wait much longer as a minute later; Denny's skilled fingers sent her over the edge. As she had in each of the previous four films she'd made, Dana came like an animal. Head back, mouth open, wailing like a banshee as the powerful orgasm tore through her.

Her hips bucked and her body writhed against Denny causing him to wrap his free arm tightly around her waist as her frenzied movements had the chair rocking backwards. Dana lifted her legs, kicking them as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her.

In front of her, Jack shook his head and mouthed the word, "Damn." As she bounced wildly on Denny's cock. With a long shuddering moan, she went limp, her legs dropping to the floor as she slumped into Denny's now sweaty chest.

Even though he tapped her side once more to let her know what the script called for, she was barely able to stand when her muscular co-star surged to his feet and gave her a light shoved to make her bend over the desk.

Her legs felt like rubber, and she would have sank to her knees if Denny didn't already have his hands on her hips and plunging his cock into her still twitching cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, oh, fuck!" she howled as he hammered into her with long had thrusts causing her hips to bang into the desk.

She stretched her arms out, between the laptop and the phone, the only two items on the desk other than the yellow 'inspection form' which she noticed was a copy of the weekly football pool.

Gripping the edge of the desk, Dana emitted a sharp high-pitched sound each time Denny pounded her hard enough to cause his balls to slap against her. He slipped his foot between her legs and pushed her right ankle making her open her legs wider.

It was another signal and she responded by bending her left leg so he could grab the heel of her sandal. Denny lifted her leg and shoved her knee onto the desk. One now up, it allowed him to plow her even deeper and the sound of her yelps went even higher in pitch.

Still gripping the heel as if it were a handle, Denny's other hand slid up her back, which between the action, and being under the intense lights was glistening with sweat and grabbed the end of her long hair.

He pulled her head back while leaning over and groaning.

"You're a nasty little bitch, aren't you? Fucking for a damn inspection sticker."

"I'd fuck you anyway," she moaned the line. "I love fucking hot young guys," she rolled her eyes back for her next line and squealed louder before breathily adding; "And that big fucking cock!"

"Shit," he withdrew his cock, "I don't think I'm doing a very good job inspecting everything."

He grabbed her arms, hauling her back to her feet, and spun her around to face him. He gave her a quick hard kiss, then pushed her backwards so she was now lying back on the desk. Dropping to his knees, he spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs.

"Yes!" Dana cried out while draping her legs over his shoulders. "That's it, baby, lick that pussy! Make me cum in that pretty face!"

She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him while still being able to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples with her thumbs. Her eyes lingered on what she'd just said, Denny's sweat, and now pussy slicked face, between her lush and now flushed thighs.

She was aware of Brock leaning over Denny's shoulder to get the angle that would show the viewers his tongue fluttering over her once again swollen clit. Denny shoved two fingers inside her, then eased in a third, stretching her cunt around them.

Dana whimpered and moaned as his tongue blurred over her clit, licking up and down and side to side while mixing in a few hard sucks that sent an electric shock of pleasure through her. Even though she'd come just minutes ago, she could already feel a second orgasm building.

Sex and the camera were her addictions, and eager to achieve the fruits of her latest fix, she stared directly into Brock's camera. Her mind filled with the visual of men with their cocks in their hands watching Denny eat her cunt and wishing they could get a taste of her.

Wanting to be in his place, fingering, licking, making the hot porn slut moan their name and beg them to make her come.

"Please," she whined, verbalizing her latest fantasy while creating one for others. "Don't stop, honey! Just like that! I... I'm so close, I.... yesssssss!"

Denny curled his fingers inside her while giving her clit a lip smacking suck sending her over the edge and falling into another hard climax. She kicked her legs as she had before, this time her heels drumming into her onscreen lover's broad back.

Her hips thrust into his face, grinding her hot wet slit into his flickering tongue and pushing his thick fingers deeper inside her convulsing pussy while she wailed in pleasure. Her second orgasm was as powerful as the first but much shorter, and even as her hips twitched from the final effects of it, Denny shot to his feet.

Gripping her heels he spread her legs as wide as he could and plowed into her now sloppy cunt.

"Oh, I... you... oh... F..." Dana moaned incoherently, as she struggled to remain propped up while Denny drilled her with his seemingly inexhaustible cock. Her eyes were rolling like a slot machine and her tits bouncing from the force of his long strong thrusts.

Between the heat, physical exertion and the effects of two intense orgasms, Dana was incapable of doing anything except lying back and getting dicked down by a man half her age who was hung like a bull.

"Come for me," she breathed. "Come all over me!" She wagged her tongue at him. "Want to come in my slutty mouth? All over my face? Paint these big... Oh!"

She flinched when Denny released her left leg, whipped his cock out, and jerked it, sending a long thick spurt of cum that struck her in the mouth. His second squirt went several inches further, hitting the side of her face and going into her hair.

Denny kept stroking, spraying her tits, her stomach and the last few dribbles of his copious load into the triangular patch of dark hair over her pink slit. Dana stared down the length of her body, stunned at the sheer size of his load and the fact the first squirts had traveled from between her legs to her face.

"Jesus, that was hot!" Denny fell back into his chair, his cock still twitching between his legs.

"Wow," Dana let her legs dangle over the desk as she slid her arms to her sides so she was lying flat on the desk. "Talk about a test drive."

She tapped the yellow form next to her.

"What do you say, sir? Did I pass?"

Denny slid up to the desk and picked up the paper, frowning.

"Shit, this was a mistake!"

"What? Dana, pushed herself up, cum sliding down her face and sliding from her tits to her stomach. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I was wrong." He shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with your emissions." He picked up a stamp and pushed it onto the paper. "You passed with flying colors."

"The color white," Dana dipped her finger into a puddle of cum on her chest and sucked it into her mouth. "Hmm, I guess this was worth two fifty."

"Screw that, just give me the sixty for the sticker, so the books look okay."

"Thank you, baby," she purred. "For everything."

"Well, before you go." Denny put on a serious expression. "I noticed you will be needing brakes soon and they can be pricey, but you know, maybe we could work something out?"

"Hmm," Dana leaned over and grabbed his now semi hard cock. "Honey, with a tool like this, you can fix anything I have."

"Zoom in, Brock," Jack instructed. "Get a close up of her face, Dana give me one of those big, God I love my job smiles!"

Dana flashed a huge, practiced smile through her sticky lips as cum oozed down her cheeks. She threw in an improvised exaggerated wink and Brock laughed, "Nice touch!"

"That's a wrap people, good job Dana, Denny, you guys rocked the shit out of it!" Jack clapped and the cameramen, lighting and sound crew members joined in.

Dana acknowledged the applause with a slight bow as she remained sitting on the desk, feeling ridden hard and put away wet, and like an intense work out her fatigue and the aches in her body were a good pain.

"Great working with you, Dana," Denny kissed her on the cheek most of which was painted with his cum. "Hope we can do it again."

"Same here," she gave him a low whistle. "I don't know what you eat, but that was a load!"

"I'm the next Peter North!" he laughed then accepted a damp towel from Mindy, a slender young girl who was there in case Denny needed a fluffer and otherwise served as a gopher for the crew.

"Dana," She looked over and was surprised to see Brock holding a towel for her.

"Thank you," she went to take it, but he gently eased her hand out of the way.

"Allow me," he dabbed at her face, and she sighed at the sensation of the cool towel on her warm skin.

She turned her head and closed her eyes, letting him clean her face, but opened them when he lowered the towel to her breasts.

"I can do that," she took the towel from him and ran it down her sticky and overheated body, not just wiping up the mess, but trying to cool herself down.

"Sorry, just wanted to help."

"No problem," Dana replied as she opened her legs and wiped away cum that had dripped onto her thighs. "I thought this was Mindy's job."

"It is, but I wanted to get a minute with you."

"Everything okay?"

"Great," he gave her a friendly smile. "Just wanted to say you're amazing to work with. You know how to pose, always aware of where the camera is, and you really play it up with your expressions."

"Thank you, guess modeling back in the day helped."

"Sure did," he reached into the camera bag slung over his shoulder and produced a bottle of water. "Here you go, it's cold, I just grabbed it from the fridge."

"You're the man!" she laughed and opening the water chugged half of it while peering over the bottle and watching Brock watch her.

His eyes weren't on her body where most guys would be looking. But then again, he'd been filming her naked for the last half hour and he'd filmed two of her previous shoots, so not like he didn't know what she had.

His attention was focused on her face, and there was a slight smile playing about his lips. Dana returned the scrutiny because truth be told, she'd never really looked at him in the prior shoots.

Brock looked a few years older than her. His short black hair peppered with grey as was his neatly trimmed goatee. His eyes were a warm golden brown and his features rugged, and also a bit weathered as if he either spent a lot of time outdoors or had a hard life that had put a few years on him.

But his smile was pleasant and so was his smooth baritone, made for radio voice. He certainly wasn't the pretty boy type, but still easy on the eyes and had the appeal of a toughened outdoorsmen type.

His gray long sleeved t-shirt fit him snugly, showing off a broad pair of shoulders, wide chest and what looked like a flat stomach. His build tapered down to a narrower waist and her practiced eye noted there was a sizable bulge in his jeans even though they didn't fit him tightly.

Overall, Brock had it going on, and if men her age appealed to her, he'd have potential, but Dana wasn't just playing cougar for the camera. Young men were all she'd fucked since she'd been legally separated, and she had no desire to go back to men her age.

"I looked you up," Brock slipped the blue robe he'd had slung over his shoulder and held it open for her. "Found some of your old pictures. You were pretty young."

"Started in my teens," Dana slid off the desk, wincing at the pain in her hips from being fucked against the desk, she'd probably have a nice set of bruises in the morning. "Lot of local department store type stuff."

"Yeah, but I saw some of your other work, bikinis and lingerie, you looked great."

"Thanks," seeing he was intent on helping her into the robe and not handing it to her, she put her back to him and eased her arms into the sleeves. "Even though it's a long time ago, nice to get a compliment on my work."

"You look even better now." He pulled the robe up her arms then let it go as she pulled it around her and tied it.

"Okay, now you're just laying it on," she laughed. "Is there something you want?"

"That's a great laugh, nice and natural, just like the rest of you."

"Like my bio says, everything about me is real and spectacular."

"Especially those eyes and that smile," Brock told her. "Lot of women in this gig have the body, but not always the face to match. Not you though, you're stunning."

"Stunning?" Dana blinked. "Wow, you are looking for something."

"Been behind a camera since I joined the service when I was eighteen. Love filming people so I guess words like that come to mind."

"Well, thank you, Brock, its nice to know someone's not just looking at my tits and ass."

"Nah, plenty look at your mouth too," Jack had come up behind Brock. "But not for the smile, just what's in it."

"Stay classy, Jack." Brock rolled his eyes.

"We're filming porn, buddy." Jack clapped him on the arm. "You want artsy fartsy go back to Vogue."

"You worked for Vogue?" Dana asked.

"For a few years. Worked for Elle and had some of my free-lance work featured in Harper's Bazaar too."

"Wow, what are you doing here?"

"Long story," he shrugged. "I..."

"Hey, not to be rude," Jack cut him off. "But I have to meet with Sylvia about some upcoming shoots." He extended his hand. "Have to tell you, Dana, I pushed for this shoot because there's already a lot of buzz about you and I wanted to see if you lived up to the hype."

"She does," Brock answered before she could.

"You do," Jack agreed as he gave her hand a loose shake. "You're as real as I've seen and as much as people make fun of the male porn audience they know the difference, some care, some don't, but for the ones that do, you're a damn dream come true."

"I do what I can," she grinned.

"You do it well, but not to be a killjoy I've been doing this for 15 years and I've seen some other women start off like this, but it can wear off quick, let's see if you're still loving it six months and thirty shoots from now."

"Thanks for the pep talk."

"Like you, I believe in being real but in my case its not always a fun thing. Feel free to prove me wrong." He glanced at his watch. "Have to go. I think I'm going to be directing the teacher shoot you signed up for next week. See you then."

He turned and strolled away, walking through the crew who were already getting ready for the next shoot, meaning...

"We need to get out of here before they run us over with the next props." Brock pointed to a large bed two men were rolling into the room. "Man, that thing has more miles on it than a used Toyota. They've had to get a new mattress five times in the year I've worked here."

"Just five?" Dana grimaced. "Hope they use a lot of Febreze."

"Buy it by the gallon," he grinned. "So, hey, what are you doing from here?"

"Going home to shower and take a nap, after that, probably not much." Or maybe she'd be going back out tonight to look for the dessert to the full course meal she'd just had.

"You want to grab something to eat, or maybe go for a coffee?"

"Are you asking me out?" Dana asked.

"Well, I mean, you know just to talk. I really like you and..."

"This is the first time you've talked to me."

"First chance I had."

"So, how can you really like me if we never talked? I think you like what you see on the camera."

"Who wouldn't?" He began to smile, then stopped when he saw she was serious. "Look, let's be honest, initial attraction is generally physical to some extent. But the things I see in you were what I was saying. Its not the sex, I see that every damn day in this biz."

"Going to pretend you're like a gynecologist and seeing pussy doesn't mean anything sexually to you?"

"You don't have to get an attitude," he replied and for a moment his soft eyes hardened, but he quickly shifted back to being mild mannered. "No, it's not like that, but when you see it in your face so often you look for other things, and those eyes, that smile, your personality. I'd just like to get to know you better."

"Married for fifteen years to an older man who had me around as a trophy wife, he cheated on me and our divorce is final in three weeks. Meantime, he tried to take the house away from me after one of his friends cost me my job, and I turned to porn to make enough money to keep it and tomorrow I meet him to shove the check in his face while doing everything I can not to tell him how I earned it."

"Oh, well, look..."

"Because of him, and every d-bag he knows being just like him, I've taken to fucking guys like Denny, half my age, hot as hell, and no drama at all. I fuck them, I leave them and we're both happy."

Brock put his hands up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"So," she went on as if he hadn't spoken. "If you were twenty years younger I'd be happy to take you for a ride, and you wouldn't even have to buy me dinner first because us women who are only good for one thing don't need anything other than a dick in their holes."

"Oh boy," Brock sighed, his eyes darting around as if he were now hoping someone would interrupt him.

"But seeing you're probably older than me, I'll have to politely decline your offer because all I want is sex, and no offense, but why drive an older model when you can have a new rental every day?"

"You call that polite?" He grunted. "Well, Miss Darling, you've officially become a porn star."

"What's that mean?"

"A few shoots in and you're already a diva bitch. Sorry I tried to be nice to you." He spun on his heel and stormed across the room.

*****

"I couldn't even deny it," Dana sighed while sitting across from Ellen. "God, I was such a bitch."

"Damn straight you were," Ellen nodded while picking at the remnants of her Greek salad. "Completely out of line."

"Thanks for the support," Dana grunted while taking the last bite of her Turkey club.

"You want me to lie? Lucky he didn't say you acted like a cunt," she smirked. "Oops, I just did."

"I can't even argue," Dana plucked one of the remaining fries from the plate. "I don't know what the hell came over me."

"Denny D from what you told me."

"Ha-ha." She grinned. "I don't know where it all came from, I felt like I'd taken a damn cum shower."

"Watch out, there's a market for Bukkake vids."

"Um, no. They can keep those. I mean if they were all going to fuck me first, maybe. But just jacking off on me?"

"You hear yourself, you just said you'd consider a gangbang." Ellen frowned. "You haven't even done the big money threesome yet, right?"

"No, I want to, but Sylvia wants people to have to wait to see it, so I've shot four other scenes in the meantime."

"You've done five scenes in less than two weeks."

"Yeah, why?"

"That's a lot," Ellen placed her fork in her empty dish and pushed it way so she could fold her arms on the table. "But then again, the industry pushes the newbies for a lot out of the gate because most of them get tired of it quick and leave so at least they got some content from them."

"Sylvia doesn't push, I really like doing it," Dana admitted. "You were right, its like what the camera used to do to me back when I was modeling, but to the nth degree because instead of getting worked up and finding someone to fuck to take the edge off, I'm fucking while on camera."

"Like I said when I did it for a while it became my sex life. Same for a lot of the actors."

"Oh, I've hooked up with a couple of guys in between." Dana saw the surprised look on her longtime friend's face and added. "The days in between shoots all I can think of how great it was and watch the ones I already made and next thing I'm dressed like a free lunch sign and at the club."

"You don't think that's a lot?"

"I didn't know I had a limit," Dana declared indignantly. "I spent years getting vanilla sex, and nothing at all for months before Ben and I called it quits."

"You can't make up sex," Ellen told her. "You were going through guys like shit through a goose before I sent you to Sylvia for the money to save the house. Now you're fucking porn stars and still on the prowl? Slow your roll, girl."

"What am I doing wrong? I'm not hurting anyone. None of the guys I fuck think we're going to be a thing. It's hit it and quit it."

"Boys," Ellen pointed out. "You're fucking boys."

"Please, they're at least 21. They can drink, they can vote, and they can join the military and die for their country at 18. These aren't boys, they're men." She sucked her lower lip. "Just young ones."

"If that's all you were doing, I'd leave it be, but now with you being in the adult industry, you need to be careful."

"You think they'd recognize me?" Dana laughed. "That would make them want me more, go around telling their friends they fucked a porn star."

"I did it for two years," Ellen said softly. "And I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it most of the time, and part of it was exactly what it is for you, revenge. Revenge on my asshole ex for screwing around on me and trying to make me sell my business. That got me to do things I'd never thought I'd do in ways I didn't think I could, and for who knows how many people to see."

"Point?"

"Point is that entire time I was afraid to be exposed, especially if my ex found out. The humiliation it would cause with him going around telling people his wife had to suck cock for money after he left. Or even worse, some of my clients finding out and leaving me because even in this day and age, being a sex worker of any kind is heavily frowned upon."

Ellen slowly shook her head.

"And not just then. I still worry about it sometimes. Clips from those movies are still out there and probably on every major porn site. They're a few years old at this point, and the odds of someone seeing one that would recognize me are in my favor, but it could still happen."

"Seriously?" Dana raised her eyebrows. "When you pitched the idea of this to me I was worried about being recognized, and you were pushing the odds are against it to me. Now all of a sudden you're telling me you worry about it and I should too?"

"If you remember, I told you I colored my hair for a lot of them, wore wigs to look like I had short hair and always wore make up I'd never wear off the set." Before Dana could speak, she leveled a finger at her.

"Dana, you used your real name for fuck's sake!"

"Well, yeah..."

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"You said yourself its made for porn, and well..." Dana paused when the waiter came by and collected their plates and Ellen ordered coffee for the two of them.

"Well what?" she challenged when he'd left.

"It's my maiden name that I just went back to. Anyone googles it, all they'd see is maybe some of my old modeling pics, and..."

"Porn. Not just the casting video, but you've done four since. So now here you are shooting adult material under what is once again your real name! You know how stupid that is?" Ellen scowled. "I called Sylvia and started to bitch her out for not letting you do a quick reshoot where you just made up a stage name."

"Oh." Dana slumped back in the chair and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

"Sylvia told me that before you even wiped the load off your face she suggested you take a minute to get over the rush from that scene and pick another name, and you said..."

"I know what I said!" Dana snapped.

"You told her that's what you wanted." Ellen finished despite Dana's interruption. "And I know why."

Dana stared silently at the table as the waiter returned and placed their coffees along with a creamer and a bowl of sugar packets on the table.

"Revenge." Ellen poured cream liberally into her coffee. "Part of the fuck you Ben attitude that got you to agree to Sylvia's deal for the money, and through that scene."

"Not everything is about that prick." Dana tore open two sugar packets and stirred her black coffee.

"No? Then let's circle back to what happened with Brock. You didn't just blow him off, you went on a rant about your separation and threw in that nasty comment Ben made about you only being good at one thing."

"I..." Dana propped her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands. "You're right," she said softly. "I don't know why I'm still so goddamn angry about it."

"Hey," Ellen grabbed her wrist, tugging her hand from her face, then gripped it in hers. "It's okay to still be upset, and I think you know the anger is covering up being hurt and betrayed."

"But I didn't have to get angry at Brock, let alone tell him my life story and in full on bitch mode to top it off."

"He's Sylvia's best cameraman, I'm sure he'll be covering another of your shoots and you can apologize to him."

"Maybe he won't want to work with me again." Dana said glumly. "I was pretty damn rude."

"He's not talent, he won't be working with you, just filming, and I don't think he'd say anything to Sylvia, he's a really good guy."

"Seems to be. You know he worked for Vogue?"

"Yes, I met him when I was involved in a shoot for them." She laughed. "Then we met a couple years ago on the set of Milfs do it better. Small world."

"Were you embarrassed?"

"Damn straight! This guy saw me when I was an agent for some of the models they'd hired for a campaign and now here I am naked and giving head while he's three feet away."

"How do you go from working for the top magazines in the fashion world to porn? For us it was money, but I don't think the guys behind the camera make that much. Unless he had some addiction issues or other trouble?"

"It's an interesting story." Ellen paused to sip from her coffee. "Maybe if you ask him, he'll tell you," she smiled. "Maybe even over dinner."

"I know I shouldn't have gone off on him, but the asking me out thing still bothers me."

"Why?"

"Look at what I do, what he watches me do. He just wants to get for real what he's getting on film."

"This is different from you banging how many cameramen or crew from back when you modeled?" Ellen rolled her baby blue eyes.

"And you told me that needed to stop, now its okay?"

"They never asked you out, Dana. They never even came onto you, you threw yourself at them and fucked them senseless. Like you did again after you left Ben and are still doing months later."

"So because he's willing to buy me coffee or a meal so I can be dessert, its better?"

"A step up for you, but has it occurred to you Brock might be interested in more than what he sees?"

"Ellen, why would anyone want to date a porn star?" Dana spread her hands out. "What man wants anything to do with a woman who has sex for a living?" she laughed harshly. "Ben hated me even having male friends, hell, any friend that might remind me I was more than just being his wife."

"I agree in most cases, but people in the industry, and Brock is one of them, see things differently. We understand the sex, although some of us enjoy it more than others, is still the work. We have lives and needs outside of the job."

"You dated during the two years you were active?" Dana already knew the answer and was using the question to make her own point.

"No, and because I knew it was only going to be for a period of time, and the difference between us, Dana is I was always ashamed of it to some level. You're reveling in it."

"I don't tell the guys I'm with what I do because they don't need to know. They're the fuck of the week, nothing more. No need for a Hey, what do you do for a living?"

"True, but..."

"And," Dana held her mug in her hands, but continued to stare down into it. "I imagine porn stars get the same type of a-hole boyfriends strippers do. Want to brag about who they're fucking, want their money, think they can treat them like shit because what decent man would want a woman that every guy online has seen their tits?"

"I repeat some people see it differently. Look at Sylvia and Matthew; those two have been together a long time and seriously adore each other, and for a good part of their marriage they were both active in the industry, and Sylvia occasionally still does some scenes because her name makes bank."

"Guess you have a point, but I just don't see it with Brock."

"He sees more than the sex apparently."

"Like what? I've barely spoken to him until today."

"What makes any man or woman approach someone? There's something about you he likes and wants to get to know you better. Christ, Dana, he didn't get on one knee and propose, he asked you out for coffee.

"As to why? You're not just hot from the neck down, you're a beautiful woman who can be a lot of fun even with her clothes on."

"He said he liked my eyes and my smile," she shook her head. "My laugh. Sounds so corny. Probably trying to avoid sounding like he just likes my ass and how I give it up."

"He's been a photographer his entire life, he appreciates your beauty."

"Said that, and that he looked up my old work."

"We know why you went off as in you have a lot going on and unless you're trying to fuck it out, you're really high strung, but why are you so against the idea a guy wants to take you out for more than a wild ride?"

"Please, he wants the ride, they all do." Dana scoffed.

"Modest, getting the porn star ego along with the diva shit."

"Come on, Ellen, the guy's filmed me sucking cock three times now, going to say he doesn't want it to be his?"

"Course not, he's human. Thing is, Dana, guy like him can get lucky with a lot of the women, especially the younger ones. He's Sylvia's best cameraman and she asks him all the time who he thinks is better on film, and not just the sex, but overall. Make him happy, you get more shoots and better paying ones."

"Really?"

"Really as in Sylvia does ask his opinion and respects it, but not as in he takes them up on it. In my time there I never heard of him hooking up with any of the women."

"Lucky me."

"I'd see it that way, he's a good guy," Ellen grinned. "Nice looking too. He'd be a good catch for any woman."

"If they could deal with the fact he films women having sex all day."

"Who better to deal with that than a woman he films?" Ellen shrugged. "Look, hon, I know Brock's story, but its not mine to tell. What I can say is you might find it, and more importantly him, interesting if you gave it a chance."

"You think I should date while I'm doing this?"

"Why not? You're only doing it until you pay off the money Sylvia advanced to you and get back on your feet."

"Who says I'll stop then?" Dana paused to take a few swallows of the strong, but now lukewarm coffee. "I'm loving it so far."

"So far, but okay, say you want to keep with it. You want to spend the rest of your life alone?"

"I can have company any time I want."

"That's not company, it's fucking. You don't even spend the night, Dana. When you can't get another drop from them you leave."

"Yeah," she frowned, recalling her encounter with Jim, the bouncer from Marios telling her how only hookers and porn stars were as cold as she was. Kid turned out to be a damn prophet. "But its what I want."

"Is it?"

"What is this, Ellen?" Dana's dark eyes flashed. "I was so happy that we could start getting together again like we used to and now you're on about my life choices, and you were the one who pushed me to do this!"

"I gave you an option that you took, and I'm thrilled you're back to being your own woman again, but I think you need to be open to more than sex. Tell me why you're so against Brock? And we already settled the industry argument because he's part of it. What else?"

"He's... older."

"You think only young guys can be fun?"

"No, its..." Dana took a long breath. "I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"What's the matter? I..."

"I said I'm done, okay?" Dana's voice rose, causing the young couple at the next table to look over. "I was rude and next time I see him I'll apologize, but no more about you thinking I need to change and to settle down. For fuck's sake, my divorce isn't final for a few more days and you want me to get serious with someone?"

Ellen looked away, but not before Dana could see she was upset. Great, in less than 24 hours she'd been a world class twat to a decent guy trying to be nice, and her long time best friend that she allowed Ben to take her away from for years and had still helped her find a way to not just save her house, but enjoying the way she was earning the money.

"I'm sorry," she reached across and put her hands on Ellen's. "You're right, I'm not myself lately."

"You're obsessed with filming. I remember you were like that when I first met you, except those were just photo shoots. This is next level and between you being an exhibitionist and a scorned woman it has you wound up to high heaven, but everything else is a hot mess."

"You're not wrong, and..."

"Change of subject, well, kind of." Ellen turned her hand over and gave Dana's a squeeze. "When are you meeting Ben, and where?"

"Tomorrow, his office."

"You're going to his firm? Why give him high ground?"

"To show him I'm not intimidated," Dana gave her a cold smile. "And because he's expecting me to tell him I failed and we're going to sell. I'll drop that check on him and beat him on his turf."

"It has its charm." Ellen returned a similar smile. "The look on his face will be priceless."

"Especially because I'm giving him an extra five."

"Can you afford it?"

"Sylvia said that since she can see there's going to be no issues with me sticking it out for the loan and beyond, she said I can keep the money from every other shoot until I'm paid up, so I want to get him over with."

"You sure you're not pushing this?" She put her hand up. "Never mind, you do whatever you need to while you need to. I just want you to be careful with how much you film while still playing the field. Everything in moderation, Dana."

"I'll try to rein it in," she nodded. "But can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"When you did it, did you have a rush like this?"

"It was more exciting than I thought it would be. Revenge on the ex, and unlike you I hadn't gone out and had any fun, just moped after we separated. Once I got over the initial am I really here, I went so wild I was embarrassed later.

"I did one a week the first two months to pay back Sylvia and I think there were moments in every shoot where I liked it, but also moments I still wondered what I was doing. Lost the wondering after a few months when I used the money to get my agency back on track, and I don't think I was ever a robot on the set, but I really saw it as a day at work.

She pointed to Dana.

"But I never had your little camera fetish even when I modeled so I think this is a perfect storm for you, and there's others who have loved it from day one, but most are like me. Means to an end by using our end."

Dana laughed at the joke while eyeing Ellen and once again, wondering what her best friend had looked, and acted like, on set. At fifty, she still looked good. Tall with a slender athletic build, toned legs, a small tight ass that was as firm as her legs were, and Dana imagined her smallish, but perfectly shaped perky tits were.

The baby blue eyes, cupid bow lips and long blonde hair didn't hurt. All around Ellen looked as if she could not only still model but screamed hot dignified closet slut milf for the industry.

"Picturing it again?" Ellen rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Like you said, I think people who knew me well could see me giving it a try, but you? Miss pole up her ass Ellen? The professional prig guys would say wouldn't know what to do with it if it hit her in the face? I just can't stop wondering, especially now that I've done it."

"Keep wondering."

"Come on, one link."

"Nope."

"Fess up, did you watch mine?"

"Nope." Ellen repeated.

Dana frowned. "Then how did you know I used my real name?"

Ellen hesitated for a split second before replying.

"I went to the Next Milf Porn Star site to see if Sylvia uploaded it and it says Dana Darling already wants more with a thumbnail pic of you sitting on the bed."

"Sticking to that story?"

"Not story, truth," Ellen glanced at her watch. "I have to get going. Good luck with Ben tomorrow."

"Won't need it, but thank you."

"Maybe shoving that check in his face will get you over being so bitchy."

"Thanks again," Dana sighed as Ellen rose and walked away leaving Dana to stare at her ass in the form fitting slacks she wore and imagining it in the air with a guy behind her.

Ellen was right, she had sex on the damn brain lately, and that was with her getting more than ever and paid to do it.

"Everything in moderation," Dana muttered.

She'd been sexually adventurous in her younger years, no, if she were being honest, the word was promiscuous, so much so she almost got herself kicked out of her dream career of modeling. Dana had then gone to the other extreme.

Fifteen years in a marriage where all but the first couple of years the term moderation would have signified an upgrade. Now she was single again, and back on the prowl and this time her wantonness wasn't going to cost her a career, but it was her career.

Ellen had said you couldn't make up for lost sex. Dana didn't know if she were right or wrong. What she did know was she was more than happy to find out.

*****

Dana sat in the waiting room of Stern and associates, trying not to look as uneasy as she felt. She'd called Ben to set this up three days ago and had left it at "I need to see you about the money for the house."

She could hear Ben's barely concealed smug air of triumph in the pandering over polite way he'd replied, "Of course, Dana. Happy to discuss it. Where do you want to meet?" When she'd told him his office was fine, he should have suspected something was awry, after all, why would the fly put herself in the spider's web?

But, she'd been right in playing to his ego and could imagine him seeing it in reverse, that he'd have her groveling and begging for more time and right there in the office where he'd fucked some of the young sluts he'd been with while he was 'working late'.

Crushing his ex-wife six feet from the leather couch he'd gotten his cock sucked by 'women' who were barely more than girls. Young coeds desperate for a chance at a job. Porn was far from the only industry with a casting couch, Dana thought bitterly.

But then she'd whip out the check she'd earned by having hung studs whip their cocks across her face. He'd be so pissed off! In theory, and in her mind's eye, it was a winning scenario. But she hadn't planned on how many memories being here would bring back.

The years of coming to see him and having lunch in his office or to meet him and he'd take her out. On several occasions, noting how stressed he appeared, Dana had locked the door behind her, and helped him relax.

Sometimes a quickie on the same couch he'd later screw his interns on. Others, lifting her skirt and bending over his desk as he took her from behind, and more than once, she'd simply dropped to her knees and sucked him off.

Dana thinking his partners saw her as a loving wife, and him her good man. Then, learning as time went on and she became more familiar with the overgrown frat boy mentality they possessed. Knowing the asshole bragged to his buddies about what a dutiful good girl she was, coming to drain his balls during the day.

Ben's trophy wife. A few years younger and goddamn look at her! Heard she used to model. You see the rack on her, and that ass? That lucky bastard getting a nooner right there in the office from his wife who knew she better take care of her free ride through life.

Worse were the last couple of years when she would still occasionally come by. His partners saying hello to her, engaging in some friendly conversation and knowing full well Ben was cheating on her.

The trophy wife was getting older and losing some of that new whore shine! Didn't matter she still looked good, she was on the wrong side of forty and... his wife! Guys like Ben? They worked hard and needed to be taken care of and not by the nagging wife, but by a young girl who was eager, hell grateful, to make him happy.

They didn't have to settle for the same mouth and twat they'd had for years. No, men like them deserved to sink into hot young flesh from time to time. Having the cake and eating theirs too...

"Hey, Dana!"

Standing a few feet in front of her was Lucas Grendel, senior partner, one of Ben's best friends and the asshole she knew had her laid off from her personal assistant job at his sister's company.

The layoff had conveniently come within weeks of Dana filing for divorce and her lawyer serving Ben with the papers for legal separation after discovering his infidelity. Since that time Dana had no contact with any of Ben's friends other than Jim who was the one who showed her proof of her soon to officially be ex's cheating.

And Jim was fired two weeks later for allegedly losing financial documents in a corporate lawsuit. Documents Dana was sure were in the hands of one of the other partners because they were 'found' at zero hour and given to the new attorney handling the case.

Now here was this snake smiling down at her and proving what a mistake this was to be here. Not just here, but alone. Matt, the attorney Ellen had helped her find who was a family friend and doing this for the minimum, had wanted to be with her when she handed over the check to keep it an impersonal transaction and avoid drama.

But she hadn't listened, and in the second between her looking up at Lucas and giving him a smile that was completely insincere, but convincing nonetheless thanks to her ability to show the camera any emotion, she heard Ellen warning her to slow down in her head.

Ellen had been speaking purely in terms of her sex life, but it applied here. Months after seeing pictures of Ben with young women and the credit card statements with escort services listed on it, she had been angry and driven to do anything she could to not just avoid him sticking it to her by forcing her to sell the house, but by sticking it to him.

Unfortunately, the only way she knew to stick it to him until today was letting as many young men stick it to her as possible, and always thinking of him at some point during it. Issue was, its not like he was there to see it, and in the end, other than using it to make nasty remarks to her, he probably didn't care.

"Lucas," she gave a quick nod to go along with the smile. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well," he leaned over, and she forced herself not to cringe when he had the audacity to kiss her on the cheek. "Yourself?"

"Can't complain."

"Good to hear," he straightened but remained in front of her. "You look great."

Dana, wanting Ben to be aware of what he'd had for years before trading her in for some meaningless flings, some of which bordered on blackmail when it involved interns, wore her long, black, naturally curly hair down and her make up light, but flattering, enhancing her natural beauty.

As for mode of dress, she'd toned it down today not wanting to hear any 'free lunch' comments, opting for a charcoal gray blouse and a black skirt that fell to a few inches above her knees. But due to her bust, the blouse still fit somewhat snugly, and she left it unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage.

Likewise, if she were standing the skirt was just form fitting enough to show the curve of her ass. She had her legs crossed, causing the skirt to slide up enough to give a glimpse of her thigh, and Lucas made no attempt to disguise the way his eyes darted from her exposed leg and then to her chest before focusing on her face.

She hadn't been paying attention and now wondered how long he might have stared at her before he came over. Dana recalled the Christmas party three years ago when Lucas, who's wife was out of town visiting family, and obviously had too much to drink, had remarked several times on her low cut and rather short green dress.

He'd gotten worse as the night progressed, once tugging on the red ribbon of the belt, and commenting on how she was a gift he'd loved to unwrap. By midnight, he'd caught her alone by the bar and outright asked her if she wanted to slip upstairs where he'd rented a room for the night and 'catch a quickie' adding that Ben would never know.

Dana had brought it up to Ben the next day and he'd been undisturbed by it, just laughing and blaming Lucas for being drunk. He'd then added that maybe she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress, somehow ignoring the fact he'd bought it for her and asked her to wear it.

No, Ben never minded her looking good for him, and looking back, she was sure Ben found it flattering his partner and alleged friend hit on her. Yet he was jealous of her being around any guy he didn't know.

"Thank you," she replied to stop her latest embarrassing trip through her marital memories. "How's Rose? Still running the boutique?"

"She's fine, the salon keeps her busy," he gave her a sly smile. "Gives me some time to pursue my own hobbies."

"Like costing your partner's soon to be ex-wife her job?" In her mind she imagined Ellen and Matt slapping their foreheads as she once more exhibited her lack of self-control.

"Excuse me?" His smile faltered.

Dana uncrossed her legs and rose, so he'd no longer be physically looking down at her in addition to the way he'd always looked down on her. Standing 5'9" and helped by the modest-by her standards-two-inch heel she wore, she was now eye to eye with him.

"You heard me."

"Hey, Dana, that was nothing personal. My sister lost a couple of accounts and..."

"Had someone in my place within a week doing the job I was told they no longer needed." Dana tapped her chin while appearing to be deep in thought.

"And it was kind of funny there was no financial issues until a couple weeks after I slapped Ben with papers." She shrugged. "Things that make you go hmmm, am I right?"

"I can see how it looks that way, but I assure you that I would never do something like that to you."

"But you'd do me, wouldn't you?"

Dana had lowered her voice, but Lucas still glanced around nervously; now looking like he regretted being there as much as she did.

"I don't know..."

"Cut the shit," she whispered. "You invited me up to your room at that party with Ben not twenty feet away."

"I did," he gave her a rueful smile. "I was drunk, and you looked great and Ben..." he stopped for a second, then recovered as quickly as he would have if someone tried to trip him up in court. "Was good enough about it to forgive me, because of course you told him."

"I thought he should know one of his friends wanted to have sex with his wife." Dana frowned when Lucas looked away again. It didn't seem like he was embarrassed, more like he was worried about something. What was she missing?

"Like I said, it was a mistake," Lucas put his hands up defensively. "It was... know what? I don't owe you an explanation about a stupid incident a few years ago, or for you losing your job."

"Of course not, lawyers and the truth are like fire and ice," Dana quipped.

"Speaking of jobs, how's it going at Marios?"

Her eyes hardened.

"That prick tell you I was working there?"

"He did, but I already knew. I saw you there one night. Have to tell you Dana, you've held up. You were working with girls half your age and looking just as good."

"Surprised you didn't try again."

"No," he leaned into her, his voice down to a low whisper. "I can handle a friend's sloppy seconds, but being last man at the buffet is a different story."

He not only leaned back, but took a step away from her as if he were worried she were going to smack him. She wanted nothing more than to do so but wasn't so blinded by anger that she didn't know he'd done it on purpose.

Smack him or make a scene and he'd call the cops in a heartbeat. Stand there with a smirk, right alongside Ben and watch her get arrested.

"But I heard you're not there anymore," the smirk she'd just imagined was now on his face. "Someone complained about having to look at a desperate middle-aged woman trying to compete with the young girls."

Dana felt the blood pounding in her temples when the full meaning of what he'd just said hot her.

"You knew him," she said quietly. "Cost me that job too, didn't you?"

"Too implies I cost you a previous job, which I didn't. You were married to Ben for fifteen years, Dana. That should have taught you not to play word games with an attorney."

"It taught me dirty pigs stick together," Dana replied. "Enough to try to put me in the street because I wouldn't deal with being cheated on."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Lucas told her. "Women like you always land on their feet," he chuckled nastily. "Usually because they know how to put them in the air."

"Real classy, Lucas. But never forget one thing."

"What's that?"

"You wanted me." She returned his smirk.

"No," he waved his hand. "If I wanted someone my age I can have sex with my wife. I hit on you to see if you'd bite."

"Excuse me?"

"Ben was getting worried that since you cheated on him before and kept bitching at him that he wasn't slipping it to you enough, that you were finding it somewhere else."

"Son of a bitch," she whispered. "He cheats and tried to set me up," she grunted. "So he could have grounds for divorce if he needed it. Cute, but thing is? If I wanted sex with a guy your age? I'd just save myself the disappointment and do it myself."

"Brave talk for a woman who's about to be homeless."

Dana glanced down at the chair where her purse was. The purse containing the check that would keep her in the house.

"We'll see about that. You never know, Lucas, my meeting with Ben might not go the way you think."

"Only thing you have left to offer is the only thing you've ever had to offer, and he was done with that before you got yourself into this mess," he shrugged, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile. "I mean, I suppose if you offer a little trip down memory lane and get in your favorite position, you know, on your knees? It might buy you a couple more days."

"I can't wait to see the look on your..."

"Hey, Dad?"

They both turned to see Lucas's son, Ethan, approaching. "That meeting's going to start in a few minutes." He looked her way. "Wow, hey, Dana! I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Wow yourself," Dana took his hand when he offered it, and knowing it would piss Lucas off, kissed him on the cheek. "Last time I saw you, you were a skinny kid in high school." She gave him a quick up and down. "Look at you, you're a man now."

"Well, I don't know about that, but I did just graduate BU."

"Congrats," Dana held his hand just long enough to earn a dirty look from Lucas, then made sure to give his son a more lingering appraisal.

She hadn't been blowing smoke. Ethen was just over six feet, but in his teens had been a thin gangly kid that seemed to be all arms and legs. The way his shoulders and upper arms stretched the short sleeved black polo shirt he wore displayed how much he'd filled out the last few years.

His large upper body tapered to a slim waist, and she noticed his black dress pants were on the tighter side, and she reflexively lingered between his legs noting his shirt wasn't the only thing that was well filled.

Her eyes darted to his face, and taking in his gorgeous green eyes, high cheek bones, soft features and the genuinely pleasant smile he flashed to her, Dana figured the kid probably had no problem with the girls.

His short dirty blond hair was perfect, not a hair out of place and obviously gelled, completing his pretty boy look that couldn't be concealed by the thin mustache and beard he wore.

Dana generally preferred the bad boy look in the young guys she went after, but had to admit, if he were anyone else, and she saw him at a club. She'd be more than happy to see if he were game for her game.

And the way he looked at her told her he very well might be. Dana had caught him looking at her a few times before at the firm's cookouts, especially the time she'd worn a white tank top and a pair of admittedly too tight denim cut offs.

She'd been flattered, but that was it. He was a kid back then, but now? Early Twenties and hot had him right in her sexual crosshairs.

"Ethan's interned here the last two summers. We just brought him on to work in IT, seeing he has no interest in following in my footsteps."

"Then he's not just a man, but his own man." Dana flashed Ethan her best smile. "Good for you not wanting to be like daddy," she turned the smile on Lucas. "Like so many other guys here did."

"Oh," Ethan looked from his father to her, his smile fading when he caught the glare Lucas had shot her. "Anyway, nice to see you again. Come on, Dad, we need to get in there."

"Maybe I'll see you around sometime." Dana gave Ethan a flirty smile. "Now that you're old enough, I could buy you a drink."

"Tell them I'll be right there." Lucas flicked his thumb to the right and still wearing the look of surprise at Dana's remark, Ethan gave her an awkward wave and hurried off.

"Real cute," he sneered at her.

"He is, definitely has Rose's looks." Dana gave him an exaggerated wink. "Young and pretty, just how we like them, right?"

"Stay the hell away from my son," He pointed his finger in her face. "And when you're done here, I never want to see you in this office again."

"You won't, but it is a small state," his reaction had put her in a much better mood. "Never know who I might run into and where."

"Know what, Dana? It is going to be a pleasure seeing you go down."

He spun and stormed off in a dramatic huff, leaving Dana to think that at this point there were thousands of men who'd gotten a lot of pleasure watching her go down.

"Miss Darling?"

Dana turned to see the receptionist behind the desk, waving her over.

"Mr. Vincent will see you now."

*****

"Dana," Ben greeted her at the door to his office. "Come on in."

He stood to the side and after she entered, closed the door behind her.

"Would you like a bottle of water? I think I have a couple of cokes in the fridge."

"I'm fine." She couldn't help staring at the couch, thinking of the times they'd had sex on it, and wondering how many young girls he'd had on it since.

"Then have a seat." Ben went and sat behind the large cherry wood desk, sitting back in his chair and watching her sit down in one of the two leather chairs in front of it. Like the couch, she found herself staring at the flat surface of the desk, envisioning the time she'd laid back on it, her legs draped over Ben's shoulders as he went down on her, then her feet on his chest as he fucked her.

Blouse open, tits popped out of her blouse, skirt over her hips and thong to the side. A position she loved, mostly dressed with just the 'fun stuff' out. Taken on the desk like... the little sluts he'd been seeing the last two years of their marriage.

"Some fun memories in here, no?"

Ben picked up the bottle of water from the coaster on his desk and sipped from it, waiting for her to reply. He was a good-looking guy, his dark brown hair still thick and wavy into his mid-fifties.

The streaks of gray along the sides and smattering of it throughout the rest of his hair was a good look for him, and although he had a few faint lines appearing around his eyes and in his forehead, the gray was the only real sign of his age.

His light blue eyes appeared as bright and intense as ever, and the goatee he'd had since he'd met her neatly trimmed and showing the same salt and pepper look as his hair. Ben wore a white button-down shirt with his tie draped over his neck, his black suit jacket visible over the chair behind him.

Dana had been so angry since she'd discovered his infidelity, she hadn't thought much about anything else and looking at him now she was struck by the fact this is the man that between dating and marriage she'd spent 17 years of her life with.

What really happened? Dana doubted she'd pushed him away because her sex drive was higher than his, more like his had just gone in another direction. That direction was much younger lovers and here she was doing the same thing.

The difference was she was no longer legally bound to him, and that was one hell of a difference.

"Depends," she used her last thought to push away the surprisingly melancholy feeling that had been creeping over her. "You talking about us or the girls that led to this meeting?"

"Never going to let it go, are you?" Ben sighed. "I did what I did. Sometimes a man just needs more than what he has waiting for him at home."

"You couldn't handle me, let alone more."

"Its not that I couldn't, I just didn't want to," he told her bluntly. "You were still a sweet piece of ass, but Christ, Dana, you think you could compete with a girl half your age? They're so soft, so eager, so willing to make me happy and with no drama."

"You're disgusting."

"Please! You're banging kids the same age, you going to tell me after months of those easy to impress punks who don't know what good sex is, you'd be willing to settle down with someone your age again?" He laughed. "Guys that age expect more out of a woman than she can still give good head. We want..."

"Someone who'll let you get head from anyone you want." Dana finished for him. "I was unsatisfied the last few years and stayed true to you. Meanwhile you weren't going without, you just decided you were too good to be a one-woman man anymore."

"Truth be told, Dana? What I decided was if I was going to be with a woman for looks and sex, then it was time to trade in the old warranty expired ride and get in a sleek new one."

"But you didn't trade me in, you wanted to keep me and have the little sluts too."

"You're right, and know what? All you had to do was decide to look the other way and let me have my fun."

"And be a laughingstock? No," she corrected herself. "I was already a laughingstock to all your friends who knew you were cheating. If I let it go on after I found out, I'd just be pathetic."

"Pathetic in a nice house, nice clothes, never worrying about money. Look at Rose," Ben spread his arms out as if he were making a reasonable point and she was the one who was wrong.

"She knows Lucas gets some on the side, but she has the boutique, nice car, house, two great kids." He pointed to her. "You never wanted kids and you had no ambition to do anything other than putter around in the garden and act like a porn star in bed."

She blinked at that analogy, but he didn't notice the reaction, or maybe it was just a case of him thinking her expression was over his words in general.

"Rose weighed it out and decided it's not such a bad exchange. Nice cushy life and so what her husband slips it to some young tart once in a while."

"But if Rose let someone slip it to her it wouldn't be the same now, would it?"

"No, because she's nothing without him. He set her up, so he sets the tone."

"Jesus, you hear yourself?" She shook her head. "You used to have disdain for guys like you when we first met."

"I was wrong. I was young and idealistic. Now I know the game and that I get to make the rules."

"Excuse me if I refused to be a female version of a cuck."

"And look where you are now."

"Part of why I'm where you think I am is because your asshole friend keeps costing me jobs."

"That again? I told you, and he told you, that his sister lost..."

"And Mario's," she explained. "You told him I worked there, he went there and suddenly some rich prick complains about me and I'm fired."

"Well, if he did that it was on his own. Maybe you don't understand that he didn't like seeing his friend served divorce papers right here in the office because you thought you were funny."

"That friend wanted me to serve him, and you didn't seem to mind at all." She smiled when he slipped and let a look of surprise cross his face. "He told me that was a test to see if I'd cheat. You think if I said yes, he wouldn't have?"

"I know he wouldn't have. Know why? Because you're past your prime. Only time he has sex with a woman his age now is when he throws Rose a bone."

"Classy guy. Does Ethan know what a prick he is to his mother?"

"Not my business. Now, speaking of business you said you wanted to meet and talk about the house." He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. "Telling you right now I'm not giving you so much as an extra day."

"No?" she slowly unzipped the purse in her lap out of his line of sight. "Not even one?"

"By one minute past midnight at the deadline I'll be telling my attorney you defaulted." He smiled when Dana lowered her eyes.

"Come on, Ben, after all the time we spent together you won't cut me some slack because I came here without ten grand?"

"I cut you slack just giving you this insane deal. I should have forced the sale instead of giving you time to buy me out for half of what I could get."

"You make six figures a year and you're acting like you're losing out?"

"I paid the mortgage for years, Dana, it's a joke I'd have to give you anything."

"You kept me from working, and my attorney says I'm a fool for turning down alimony which I'd get for the rest of my life. Can we stop with me staying in the house is that big of a favor?" she slipped the folded check from her purse and closed her hand over it.

"This is getting old, Dana. You don't have the money."

"How do you know I don't?"

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Ben sniped. "You wanted to meet me here and without our attorneys. That means you're here to beg for more time, hell, knowing you, you might even offer me a piece for old time's sake for an extra few days."

"You think I'd let you fuck me?" Dana asked incredulously.

"I know that all you've ever had going for you is your looks, your body and your mouth, and you've never been above using them." He waved his hand disgustedly. "But save your breath and give your worn-out knees a break. I had you for years, and in your prime, why would I want you now when you're all used up?"

Dana curled her fingers into her palm, crumpling the check. Her anger wasn't as much at him, but at herself for the fact as much as she'd grown to hate him, the fact he could speak to her like that still hurt.

"By the way, you also said you didn't have ten thousand dollars, so can we stop with the game? You have no money and nothing I want except selling the house and the divorce being final next week."

"Why Ben?"

"Why what? Sell the house? What am I supposed to do, let you live there for free?"

"Why do you keep calling me a whore and act so disgusted with me? I was your wife for 15 years."

"You were, and I saw you as that for the first few years. But then guys like Lucas opened my eyes and I saw you for what you really were. A gold-digging whore."

"I never wanted you for money, Ben. I had hopes of making it big in the industry. I... I loved you for you." Christ, why had she said that?

She braced herself for him to make her regret saying she once loved him, but instead he continued on his current line of attack.

"I fell right into it, this sexy woman, an aspiring model twelve years younger than me who gave the best head and an even better fuck. What man wouldn't want you? Then you cheated on me."

"You have the nerve to tell me to stop bringing up your affairs, but you want to talk about something that happened almost twenty years ago?" Just throw the check in his face and stop reliving this bullshit, but she couldn't defend herself.

"We'd only been seeing each other a few months and it was once a week. You didn't seem that serious, and..."

"You fucked the kid you were shooting with!" Dana flinched when his voice rose. "Right there on the goddamn set because there was a couch on it, and you went out with me the next night!"

"I..." her shoulders slumped. "I was wrong, and I admitted it."

"Only when I confronted you because a friend of mine's sister worked for the same agency, you remember Tracy, right? The woman who introduced us?"

"Yeah."

"You knew she knew me and you still screwed that kid who went around telling everyone all about it."

"I... couldn't help myself," she whispered.

"Know what's worse than that sorry ass excuse?" Ben slapped the edge of his desk with the palm of his hand. "That I believed it!"

"I was sorry, Ben." She took a breath when she realized he was turning things around on her. "But you weren't, and still aren't sorry, and you carried on for two years and with more girls than I want to think about."

"I know what's next," he tapped his finger angrily on desk. "But Ben, I gave up modeling for you!"

"I did do it for you, for us."

"No!" he pounded the desk with his fist. "You did it for you! You told me yourself Ellen and others were warning you that you'd never get far because you couldn't stop banging everyone from the male models to the cameramen.

"You knew you couldn't control yourself when you were in front of a camera. You dropped out of high school and if you weren't modeling where would you be? Pouring coffee? Working on an assembly line? Maybe switch to stripping and find a sugar daddy?"

He snapped his fingers.

"Oh, wait, you already had one on the hook, didn't you?"

"That is not true!"

"Bullshit! I was already closing in on junior partner, making good money, and you knew you had me hooked on the sex. Had me thinking with my dick, and like an idiot I let it happen."

"Fuck off with that line of shit!" Dana snapped back. "It worked perfect for you. All your friends and co-workers thought you were the man marrying the young hot wife. You sit here and call me a slut, but you went around telling them all about the sex, didn't you? Bragging about how wild I was and how I'd do anything for you."

"You're right, and I was wrong to do it."

"I can't believe I just heard you say you were wrong." Dana grunted.

"I was wrong. Lucas and the others? They married decent women. Women who hadn't fucked so many guys they lost count. Women who were respectable wives and wanted a family. Then they went out and found the slut on the side. I screwed up by marrying the slut who never wanted kids because she was such a self-centered spoiled brat, she wanted everything to be about her!"

"You said you didn't want kids. That you were career driven and kids would hold you back." she shot back. "You going to tell me you were lying now?"

"I..." he paused. "I don't know, but I did know you didn't want a family so what was I going to do, try to push it on you?"

"We could have talked about it," Dana frowned. "This is why we grew apart? Because you're bitter you didn't marry someone proper who'd pop out a couple of kids so you'd look like the family man?"

"We grew apart because I realized you used me the entire time. I wasn't your husband, I was your free fucking ride through life. So, yeah, I decided to sleep around and be with..."

"Little girls who wanted money or you to buy them things, but you call me a gold digger? They're goddamn sugar babies."

"But I know that going in and all I'm doing is spending some money. With you, I threw away the best years of my life."

"You..." Dana sputtered. "Asshole! I was the one who you treated like a 1950's housewife! Only friends I could have were yours, only things I could do were..."

"Enough!" He cut her off. "I'm tired of you acting like you were

some kind of hostage. If you weren't happy, you could have left. But you didn't, and why?" he rubbed his thumb along his ring and middle finger. "Because of money. You knew you'd be right where you are now, showing your tits at some sleazy club to get by and lose everything I paid for."

"And you could have walked away any time you wanted if you were sick of me, but you didn't, and why?" Dana spread her arms to indicate the office. "It would have looked bad for you. Big shot senior partner getting divorced so he could chase the jailbait. You wanted the wife and the mistress like the rest of these d-bags.

"And you had it for two years before Jim, the one guy here with some decency, told me about it, and oh, look what happened, he lost his job too. What a surprise."

"Two years," Ben repeated. "Try ten."

"What did you say?"

"First time I stepped out on you was ten years ago. Only did it when I was out of town the first few times, but goddamn if I didn't enjoy having a girl who made it all about me, let alone how young and luscious and eager they were."

"I did it more and more often. Couple of interns, but mostly escorts, strippers from the clubs I'd take clients too, bartenders at the country club, anywhere I could find a girl willing to give a little to get a little, and with no whining, no drama, just fun and they're on their way. I wasn't stuck with them like I was with you."

"You stuck yourself with me over your image and to... humiliate me," she growled the last two words. "All of them here, they all knew you were fucking around on me, and you got off on that, you prick."

"I did," he gave her a nasty smile. "There were nights you sucked my cock hours after they did. Years, Dana. Years of me slipping it to you with young twat still on my dick. The thought of that was the only thing that got me hard enough to fuck you."

Dana could feel her throat tightening and her eyes welling up, and she looked away, but not before she saw the smile spreading across his face. The man she had genuinely loved at one point in her life was happy he had her close to tears.

Months after they'd called it quits, he was still hurting her and loving every minute of it.

"Tell you what, Dana," he chuckled. "I'm getting a little stiff right now just thinking of it. Well, that, and the fact you'll be losing the house that you somehow thing you're entitled too."

"You were right when we argued over the phone a couple weeks ago. I didn't give you this chance out of guilt or to be nice, or to thank you for being my personal trashy little whore when you were still young, hot, and interesting, but because it was going to be more fun to give you a chance and watch you fail."

Dana stared down into her lap, opening her hand and staring at the now crumpled check.

"Happy you came?"

Not trusting herself to speak, Dana remained focused on the check, trying to tell herself it was still going to be a victory, but now a pyrrhic one.

"I am," his voice had softened, but the expression on his face had shifted to smug satisfaction. "I was never going to tell you that, but you kept pushing about the house, and throwing shit in my face, then coming here to try to talk me out of it.

"I feel a lot better now that you know the truth, and not because I ever felt guilty, but so you can stop this act that you were ever anything more to me than a mistake."

He leaned over and snapped his fingers, "Hey, over here. Just pretend you're looking into a camera, no wait," he laughed. "On second thought don't, you'll be looking for someone to fuck on the way out."

"Not that anyone here would be in your wheelhouse, they're all over twenty." He paused. "Seriously, look at me so I know you're paying attention to this next part."

Dana shifted her eyes to his.

"As soon as you slink out of here, I'm calling my lawyer and you'll have thirty days to get out of the house, and I swear, if you try to squat and make me evict you, I'll.... hey!"

He flinched back when Dana whipped her arm down and slapped the check onto the desk.

"What's this?" He picked it up and stared at it before slowly unfolding it.

"It's the biggest fuck you I'll ever give you." She told him as she watched his eyes widen.

The way his expression went from smug to disbelief was what she'd been looking forward to for days, but in the moment it did nothing to alleviate the pain he'd just caused her. Ten years he'd been unfaithful ten fucking years.

"I said I didn't have ten," she forced herself to speak and not linger on how hurt she was. She was sure she'd be doing that for some time, but right now she needed to save some kind of face. "I have fifteen."

"Where..."

"I'll be giving you five thousand every two weeks until I pay the remaining twenty of the balance and then you sign over the house."

"How did you get this? You're not even working!"

"How do you know," her she raised her eyebrows. "You having me followed?"

"Of course not. You borrowed from Ellen, didn't you?"

"Not that you deserve honesty, but it's an advance from my new job. The one Ellen helped me get through a contact of hers."

"Bullshit!" Ben's voice rose once more. "Only place you're working is on your back. You found yourself the right cock to suck didn't you?"

Sucking a lot of them, actually...

"I'm not seeing anyone, at least not for more than a few hours and they don't make much money at twenty-one." His reaction helped her regain her confidence.

"No job would pay you that, and no friend of a friend is fronting you that much." He kept looking from the check to her. "What kind of job is it?"

"One that pays me enough to be able to afford to pay you and keep myself afloat."

"No," he shook his head. "You're not worth that much to anyone."

"Just when I think you can't get any ruder to me."

"You have no job skills and you're too old to be back in modeling, at least not to make that much money. Who is he, Dana? Who'd you find willing to shell out thousands of dollars for your middle-aged ass? What is he seventy and senile?"

"There's a check in your hand," she rose from the chair. "If its not deposited into your account by weeks end my attorney will be contacting the judge and telling him you're willfully holding payment to make me appear late."

Ben dropped the check on the table, his lips in a tight line, but she could see the wheels spinning behind his eyes.

"You sure this is what you want?" He put his hand up before she could reply. "Fifteen grand and all this money you have coming to you from your," he cleared his throat, "Job. It's enough to afford a new start. Set yourself up in a nice place, buy nice things."

"Right, I did all this for nothing," Dana responded with a humorless laugh. "Just kidding, Ben! Now sell the house."

"If we did, you'd get about seventy for your share, plus all this. You could buy yourself a condo."

"I'm leaving."

"Only reason I put that out there, Dana is the reason you said you were so hung up on the house is because I bought it for you because I loved you. The one selfless thing, according to you anyway, that I did for you. The one happy memory you claim to have even though you had it made the entire time we were together."

"That's what I said, your point?"

"You heard me tell you how long I was really screwing other women, and how I'm angry that I fell into your trap and got it all wrong. You don't get what comes with that?"

"You..." The rest came out in a hoarse whisper. "Never loved me."

"Never is a little harsh, maybe at the start, but there's love and in love and I was never the latter. Enamored with you, infatuated, horny, and there was definitely some affection, but true love? No. I bought you the house because that was the next step in the plan."

"Married," he held one finger up. "With the added perk of you being younger and attractive, The promotion to junior partner," another finger. "The house came next. The fact you really wanted it was a coincidence."

"Next were kids, but... okay, I'll be honest, I don't think I was ready early on, but when I was I looked at you and didn't see you as mother material, and you didn't either, really drove home how bad I screwed up.

"So, I'll ask again. You still want the house knowing it was never bought for you, and you were just deluding yourself into thinking someone like me could really be in love with a woman whose idea of advancing through life was to suck the right cock, which by the way I think you're doing right now to get this money."

Dana closed her eyes and put her back to him, her faced flushed in a mix of anger and humiliation. Why couldn't she ever listen to anyone and had to come here. But wasn't it better to hear this? To know she never meant that much to him, and he saw their lives as a mistake, and one he was tricked into?

"Want a couple more days to think on it? I'll call Bruce and tell him I want to give you another week. Decide if you want to stay living in a lie, or get your own place to go along with your new life and your new daddy."

"I... do not... have.... anyone... giving me... money," she had to choke out each word through her constricted throat.

"Cool story, sis, as the kids says. You only know how to do one thing Dana, make men want to fuck you, and fuck them for what you want. I bet anything that one way or another, you're getting this money from what's between your legs because you never had anything between your ears."

He picked up the check and held it out.

"Want to hold this for a week? I'll have Bruce call Hal right now so they can both know we're extending the deadline."

"Thought you weren't going to give me so much as a minute?" Dana kept her back to him as she spoke. "When you didn't think I had the money. Now it's a week."

"I just want you to think about it some more in light of today's revelations."

"You don't think I have anything between my ears," Dana turned back to face him. "Maybe you're right, I've never claimed to be smart, but I'm smart enough to know one thing."

"Which is?"

"That I can get you to sign over the house for the thirty five, and once I own it, I can choose to sell it and keep everything I make from it."

He blinked, and her lips twitched in a smile.

"Keep the check, Ben. Whether I keep the house is something I can decide on after its mine."

Ben glowered at her, then raised his hands and gave her a slow clap.

"Well played, Dana. Now I see the plan. Getting money from some hapless fool, then you'll sell off the house and set yourself up with what my money paid for."

"You're right, Ben. I am only good at fucking, and I just gave you the fucking of a lifetime."

She spun on her heel and stormed out of the office as he called out.

"That you earned with a lifetime of fucking."

*****

Dana stalked down the hallway, keeping her head down so no one would see the tears in her eyes or how red-faced she was. That and she had no desire to be stopped by another of Ben's co-workers who would say hello and ask how she was.

Bunch of phonies acting polite and smirking at her behind her back. They all knew what Ben had been doing and for how long, but also saw her as being wrong for deciding not to accept it. Some of the older partners had been around when Ben had first married her and she was sure had heard every detail of what she was like in bed.

"You should have seen it, Ron. We stop at a red light, and next thing I know her heads in my lap and she's gagging on my dick. I almost went off the road when I came in her mouth."

Thinking of things she'd done for him in the past that she always saw as simply being good to her hard working husband and helping ease his stress, now had a different meaning to her. It was her proving him right, that sex was, in one form or another, how she always got by.

Dana ducked into the restroom and went up to the sink where she wet a paper towel and dabbed at her moist eyes. Thank god for waterproof make up, she thought when she saw her eyes were nowhere near the mess she feared they'd be.

Out of habit, and a way to calm her nerves with a familiar act, Dana touched up her lip liner, then her lipstick and did a quick touch up on her eyeshadow. Feeling her nerves settling, she washed her hands, then went back out into the hallway to get herself out of here.

She'd reached the lobby and was about to pass the security desk when Ethan came out of a small office to her right.

"Hey, Dana," he called out.

Dana gave him a weak wave, and made to keep going, but he caught up with her.

"Can you hold up a sec?"

"What is it, hon? I'm on my way out."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" she shrugged. "You didn't say anything wrong."

"No, but my father did. You guys were quiet, but I could tell he was being nasty, and you looked mad. I kind of slinked up on the two of you and you didn't notice because you were focused on each other."

"Oh."

"I heard some of what he said, and it wasn't cool, not at all."

"I appreciate you saying that. Guess you get more from your mother than looks."

"Ben too," he continued. "I've heard him talk to my father about you. I'm like right there, and they don't care. When I said it was wrong, my father said to man up."

"Maybe he'll take his own advice someday." Dana told him. "Thank you for knowing its wrong. Good to know some guys get it."

"Yeah," he paused and seemed as if he wanted to say more but remained silent.

"Where's your father now?"

"The meeting was quick, they decided to go out and have lunch and I wasn't invited. Not a lawyer."

"That sucks."

"Nah, not really. Bunch of boring shop talk doesn't do anything for me."

Dana eyed him as he once again fell into an awkward silence. But his eyes spoke for him as they kept darting down to her chest and legs as they had earlier. She recalled his surprised reaction to her flirting with him, but more importantly Lucas's words.

"Stay away from my son."

"So what does do it for you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You said shop talk doesn't do it for you, so what does?"

"Oh, well..."

"Do older women do it for you?"

His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate to reply.

"Yeah, I'm really into older women."

"Hmm," she stepped closer to him, and lowered her voice. "Would you like to be in this older woman?"

This time her comment had him flustered. "Are you playing around or really coming on to me?"

"Baby," she looked around to make sure no one was around them and that the receptionist's attention was on her computer and not them. "If you have the balls to take me into your office and lock the door? I'll be coming all over you."

"Jesus," Ethan whispered, but didn't move, and Dana shook her head, while clucking her tongue.

"And here I thought you weren't a little boy anymore. Guess I was wrong."

"Ladies first," he gestured to his office.

With a last look toward the receptionist who was now on the phone, Dane quickly entered the office, with Ethan a step behind. The second she went through the door, her fingers were on her blouse, unbuttoning it.

She heard the door lock behind her and turned to face him, her blouse open, exposing her breasts in the French cut black lace bra.

"Goddamn," he licked his lips. "I can't believe this is..." his words trailed off, when Dana gripped the edges of the bra and yanked the cups down, causing her tits to pop free.

The look of shocked lust on Ethan's face sent a wave of wet heat through her body, and stepping forward, she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard. He gasped when she immediately plunged her tongue into his mouth, and she moaned when his hands went to her breasts.

She kissed him harder, her soft full lips devouring his as her lust, enhanced by the anger and hurt Ben had caused her, rose within her. She felt Ethan's hands trembling on her breasts, but his nerves didn't stop him from squeezing and fondling them.

She whimpered into his mouth when he found her swollen pink nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. Dana grabbed his shirt, yanking it upwards until he had to lift his arms. She broke the kiss long enough to peel the shirt off him, and toss it on the floor, then resumed shoving her tongue down his throat.

Her hips ground into him as her mind filled with the thought of what he'd be shoving down her throat, and she moaned louder when his hands returned to her breasts. She slipped hers between them, running them over his hard flat stomach and deep chest.

Ethan released her tits and another surge of heat flowed through her when he grabbed the top of her blouse and slid it down her arms. She let them fall from his body so he could push it down over her hands where it fell to the floor.

"Yes!" she purred into his mouth when his hands went behind her back and she felt her bra pop open.

He worked it down her arms, and she moved them to let him pull it from her body to join the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Ethan's hands roamed over her smooth back, and up into her long black hair sending excited chills through her.

When he used her hair to yank her head back, her cunt gushed, and she whimpered in pleasure when his lips found her neck. He trailed them lower, bending his knees as his lips caressed her upper chest, and down between her breasts.

When his lips fastened to her right nipple, she had to suck on her lower lip to avoid getting to loud. Ethan switched to her other tit, while Dana's hands dropped and grabbed his belt. As he went from one tit to the other, licking and sucking her appreciative nipples, she deftly undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants.

He moaned around her nipple when she yanked his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his open slacks and grabbed his cock through his boxers. She stroked it, several times, her mouth watering at how hard he was for her.

Dana dropped to her knees, yanked his pants and underwear down, and grabbed his cock as it sprang free. She pumped him rapidly in her fist, admiring his impressive length and thickness, and looking up at him, asked.

"You think about this when you were a kid? You think about your dad's best friend's wife sucking your dick?"

"Oh, yeah," he moaned, his hands slipping into her hair, and holding her head between his large hands. "That day at the cookout, those fucking shorts you were wearing, and that shirt was so tight. I wanted to take you into the woods and fuck you."

"Bad boy," she flicked her tongue over his swollen purple tip. "You go home and jerk off to me? Think about cumming in my mouth?"

"All over your face," his fingers tightened in her hair, and his hips rocked, thrusting his cock through her hand. "Your ass, your tits, anywhere I could."

"These tits?"

Dana rose higher on her knees and releasing his cock, pressed her tits around it.

"Go ahead, show me."

Ethan thrust his hips, shoving the length of his cock through her large breasts. Dana moaned at the sensation of his hard flesh sliding between her soft tits and matching his rhythm, bounced up and down, helping him tit fuck her.

She lowered her head and spit on his cock, then let a long line of drool splash onto her tits.

"I knew you'd be nasty," he moaned as his now slick cock glided more smoothly between her tits.

"You have no idea how nasty this girl is, baby."

She parted her lips and he gasped when she caught his spongy head between them and gave him a hard suck. She repeated the move, several times until the taste of his pre cum, the way her lips were getting delightfully sticky, and his hard throbbing heat against her tits, became to much for her.

Dana let her tits go, and opening wide, took his full length in one smooth suck.

"Fuck," he moaned, when she held him deep, her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft.

Dana's eyes rolled as she reveled in the feeling of having her mouth stuffed with hard young flesh, then shook her head slowly back and forth. Ethan whimpered, squirming as his sensitive head rubbed along the roof of her mouth, then groaned deep in his throat when she slipped her tongue out, and licked his balls.

She worked her head back, her lips and swirling tongue working over every inch of him as she teased them both. Dana released his cock, pushed it back against his stomach, and sucked his balls into her mouth.

"Shit," Ethan's fingers curled into her hair. "You are nasty!"

"Hmm-mm," Dana moaned in agreement as she sucked on each of his balls in turn, then slathered them with her tongue.

She worked her way up his shaft, peppering it with quick soft flicks of her tongue, the porn version of butterfly kisses, and when she reached his tip, swirled her tongue under the sensitive ridge, before turning her cheek and rubbing the length of it along her soft cheek.

God, she could spend hours savoring this amazing cock but was well aware someone could knock on his door at any moment. Dana took him deep once more and went to work. Ethan moaned and rocked his hips as she rapidly bobbed her head.

No more licking, no more teasing or showing off, just sucking him hard and fast, milking his beautiful cock with her talented mouth until she received her warm, sticky and salty reward. Dana repeatedly deep throated him, gagging each time the head of his cock struck the back of her throat.

She cupped his balls with her left hand, while encircling his shaft with two fingers and stroking him, her fingers gliding easily along his shaft as they followed the wet sloppy trail left by her lips.

"Oh my god," Ethan breathed.

Dana released his cock, lines of sticky drool flowing from both sides of her mouth and chin.

"Go ahead, baby, fuck my mouth."

She placed her hands on his thighs, took him deep, then paused. Ethan didn't need to be persuaded, and she made a sloppy choking sound as he took her up on her request, pounding her willing mouth with long lard thrusts.

Dana turned her eyes up, staring into his as he violated her mouth and throat. Her eyes watered and her face flushed from the force of the rough face fucking she'd asked for. Her nails gouged into his thighs, but she was sure he barely felt it in his excitement.

The room filled with the sound of her sloppy gurgling and choking sounds. Her clit and nipples ached with need, and her cunt gushed as she envisioned herself topless, on her knees, her mouth being used by the son of the man who tried to ruin her.

And she knew would have given anything to be the one doing this to her.

"S... shit," Ethan whispered, his hands curving into fists, pulling her hair painfully, but at this point the discomfort only heightened her desire. "I... fuck!"

Dana squealed when he buried his cock in her mouth and sent a stream of warm cum down her throat. He thrust into her mouth with short jerky movements, each pump ending in more cun flowing over her tongue before sliding down her throat.

She pushed against his thighs for him to stop, then bobbed her head and took over. Ethan gasped and moaned as Dana sucked the last of his impressive load from his tip, working for every drop and draining his young balls into her cum hungry mouth.

"Stop, oh... stop." He pushed on her head as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Holy fuck," he stared down at her, his face as red as hers, sweat glistening on his forehead. "That was..."

"An appetizer," she rose to her feet and kissed him with her sticky lips. "How about dessert?"

Dana hiked her skirt up, and reaching under it, hooked her thong with her fingers and pulled it down past her knees. She kicked it off, hitting him in the chest with it, then sauntered over to his desk.

Pulling the skirt over her hips, she hopped up on the edge of it, opened her legs, then spread her pink cunt open with her fingers. Ethan took a moment to pull his pants and shoes off, and with a smile of anticipation approached her.

Dana's breasts heaved and her cunt flowed as she watched this gorgeous boy, totally naked, his still hard cock smeared with her lipstick and covered in sticky drool, his eyes between her legs, come to her.

He dropped to his knees, put his hands on her soft thighs and buried his face into her hot cunt with an enthusiasm, that had her biting her lip to avoid crying out.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed as he boldly plunged his tongue inside her. "Eat it, baby, eat my cunt!"

Ethan did just that, and in the same way she'd sucked him off. He wasn't licking her, but attacking her with his mouth. He noisily slurped on her hole, sucking her sticky juices into his mouth, before lapping the folds of her tight wet lips and finding her clit.

She had to hold back another cry when he roughly shoved two fingers into her, fucking her with them as his tongue danced over her clit in a lust filled frenzy. She draped her legs over his back, pushing against it to slip her heels off, then sliding her soft feet over his broad back, before resting them on his shoulders.

Dana cupped her breasts, stroking her nipples with her thumbs as he licked her with an eagerness that had her cunt gushing around his thrusting fingers. He wasn't the most skilled but made up for it in sheet enthusiasm and how fast he worked his tongue.

Up and down, side to side, fast circles, and all while keeping his tongue pressed to her, not giving her a chance to relax, just pushing her into a high state of arousal. His excited breath was hot on her pink slit and her head fell back, a groan of pleasure deep in her throat when he buried his fingers knuckle deep inside her.

He switched from thrusting them to moving his wrist side to side. Dana was so wet the room now filled with a wet slapping sound as he roughly worked her cunt.

"Oh, babe," she whimpered. "Keep doing that and suck that clit." She moaned as he sucked it hard enough to make his lips smack. "That's it! Make me come in that pretty face. Make that stuck up asshole's ex wife come for you so you can fuck me down the hall from his office while he..." she gasped, her back arching, and her toes curling into Ethan's shoulders as her entire body tensed.

She felt like a coiled spring ready to explode, which is what she did seconds later when Ethan curled his fingers inside her while sucking her clit hard enough to border on painful.

"Hmmm hmmm hmmm!" Dana struggled not to wail in pleasure as her hips bucked, and her thighs clamped around his face.

She released several low guttural growls while grinding her hot flesh into Ethan's still moving tongue. Her cunt contracted around his fingers as he wiggled them inside her, and she slipped and released a shrill yelp when her cunt convulsed, sending a stream of sticky fluid into Ethan's face.

To his credit, he didn't flinch, to the contrary, he pushed his fingers deeper and sucked her cunt rapidly between his lips. Dana managed to keep it to a low shuddering moan when her body tensed and released again, sending another gusher into his face.

"Ohh, oh..." she panted, her breasts heaving as the last tremors of her powerful orgasm flowed through her pleasure wracked body. "Honey, you must make a lot of girls happy."

"No complaints," he eased back and smiled up at her, his face a flushed and sticky mess. "Never got squirted before though."

"Get up here and fuck me," she demanded.

Ethan shot to his feet so quickly she tried to laugh, but it turned into another muffled squeal when he plunged his once again fully hard cock into her still twitching pussy. Ethan grabbed her hips, sliding her forward so her ass was barely on the desk, but allowing him to drive the full length of his cock into her.

Dana grabbed his shoulders, lifted her left leg, sliding it up along his chest until her foot was over his head, while dropping her other leg down so she was touching the floor.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Ethan moaned as he pounded her hard enough to make her tits bounce and force her to bite her lip to not yelp after ever hard thrust.

Instead, each time he drove into her hard enough to make his balls slap against her, she made sharp high-pitched noise in her mouth as if she were holding back hiccups. Ethan wrapped his arm around her thigh to hold her against him and lowering his other arm, hooked her right leg behind her knees, lifting her foot from the floor.

Dana dug her nails into the backs of his shoulders as she clung to him to avoid going backwards on the desk, and let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling, yipping as quietly as she could while the young stud gave her needy cunt the hard fucking she craved.

Ethan surprised her by leaning into her and kissing her hard. She released her little cries into his mouth as his tongue plunged into hers.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me like that wimp never could!" she dropped her right hand between them, and pressing two fingers to her clit, rubbed it hard and fast. "Make me come on that cock!"

Despite having just orgasmed, he was fucking her good and hard in a sexy position, and most importantly with her ex-husband down the hall and oblivious to the fact his best friend's son was riding his former ride, and better than he ever had, and she could already feel a second orgasm building.

"Shit!" she gasped, her eyes going wide as her body prepared from another eruption. "I..."

Ethan clapped his hand over her mouth, a move that sent her over the edge and she howled into his hand as her orgasm tore through her. He kept fucking her, groaning as her cunt contracted around his cock, and she bucked her hips into him.

She kept her fingers working and her next squeal into his hand went up in pitch when another stream erupted from her, this time splattering his stomach and thighs. Dana whimpered as her body went limp, and for the next minute or so, remained still, balanced on the desk with one leg in the air while Ethan had his way with her.

His breathing was getting faster and his thrusts getting shorter and quicker, and she moaned.

"Stop." He thrust deep into her one more time and stayed inside her.

"Huh?"

"On the floor," she told him. "Let me get on my knees."

"Yes Ma'am!" he laughed and eased from inside her.

Dana dropped down onto the floor and before he could move, grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth. She sighed at the taste of her cunt from his hard young flesh, and he moaned above her as she bobbed her head, easily sliding his full length in and out of her greedy mouth.

She thought about just sucking him off, but she needed more of that cock and lowered herself so she was on all fours. Ethan knelt behind her, grabbed the cheeks of her ass and plunged into her.

Dana grunted each time he slammed his glorious dick into her and lowered herself down, folding her arms and resting her head on them. Naked but for her skirt around her hips, on her knees, face down and ass up on the floor with a kid half her age giving it to her just how she wanted it, good and hard.

She was facing the door and even though she knew it was locked, she imagined Lucas walking in. Standing there in shock and then raging as they saw her on the floor getting plowed by his son he had just warned to stay away from him.

His son getting what he wanted after hearing all the stories from Ben about how wild she was back when he was still interested in sex with her. The woman he had fired from two jobs getting revenge.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she released three sharp yelps when Ethan tore into her even harder, and quickly buried her face in her arms, her cries muffled by the gray carpet as his young lover continued his assault on her sloppy cunt.

She could feel her juices flowing down her inner thighs and squirting onto his as each hard stroke caused more to gush from inside her. Ethan gave her right ass cheek a sharp slap, a way too loud slap, then hit her left, before groaning.

"I'm getting close."

Dana slid forward, and rolling onto her back on the floor cupped her tits.

"Tits, face, mouth, wherever you want."

She gurgled when a squirt of cum shot into her mouth. Ethan knelt next to her, leaning over as he jerked his cock sending the next spurts all over her face. It splattered on her cheek, her forehead, and some of it on her shoulder as he overshot his target.

She turned her head, letting him hit the other side of her face, while using her tongue to push the cum from her mouth out to drip down her chin. Ethan stopped stroking, but Dana grabbed his cock, guided him to her mouth and sucked on his tip, making him squirm as she managed a few more drops from him.

"I can't believe that just happened." He leaned back on his knees, breathing hard. "Like that's porn site stuff right there."

"Every fantasy is based on reality," she sat up, feeling his cum slide down her face and drip onto her tits. You have a towel, I hope?"

"Shit, hold on."

"Can't really go anywhere like this, now can I?" Although the idea of walking through the office naked and wearing a load all over her face had a perverted appeal to it.

Ethan had gone over to a small closet in the corner and come back with a T-shirt.

"Best I have, but it's clean."

Dana took the shirt, wiping her face and chest off while Ethan watched her as if he really couldn't believe what they'd just done.

"Shit, there's some in your hair." He touched the side of her head. "Right here, other side too. Don't think that will get it all out."

She wrapped the shirt around her hair and dragged it through, then did the same to the other side.

"Some's still there."

"Don't worry, its not the first time I've worn it home."

"You're fucking crazy," Ethan whistled.

She forced herself to her feet, and after smoothing down her skirt, grabbed her blouse from the floor and buttoned it over her bare and sticky breasts.

"Keep the bra and thong," she told him. "Consider them a souvenir." One that fans of her work would be happy to pay for.

"Okay," he nodded while stepping into his boxers and pants. "Man, that was wild."

"It was hot as fuck, baby." Dana finished her blouse, noting how it stuck to her breasts in more than one place.

"You can say that again," he slipped his shirt on, watching her as she eased her feet into her. "Hey, so um, earlier you made a comment about meeting for a drink?"

"I did," Here it comes.

"Maybe we could do that this week. A drink, maybe dinner, then you know," he grinned. "My room mates away this week, or we could go to your place."

It was tempting to think about having Ethan in the bedroom she'd shared with Ben for so long, but as always, now that her lust was satiated, her interest had faded.

"I'm flattered, but you got what you wanted, and so did I. Not looking for a boyfriend so you'll have to settle for the lingerie and a great memory."

"Whoa," he gave a mock shiver. "That's cold, Dana."

"No, just the truth."

"How about a friend with benefits? We can hook up again sometime."

"No offense, Ethan, but I'm a onetime thing."

"But you were really into it, so why not do it again?"

"Why would I have the same meal twice, when there's an entire menu out there?"

"Now that's not just cold, its glacial." He sounded as put off as he looked.

Dana placed her hand on his cheek. "You're a good-looking kid, Ethan, and smart, have a career, and a damn fine body," she gave his cock a quick squeeze. "This doesn't hurt either. You'll have no problem finding girls who want you, and for more than fun."

"Alright, thanks for the ride I guess," he shrugged. "You know, I'm young, but not stupid, you fucked me as a fuck you to Ben and my father, didn't you?"

"Yup." She nodded, and he rolled his eyes.

"Shit, you don't even try do you?"

"You wanted me, you got me. Does the why matter?"

He took a breath, then gave her a smile that she could tell was forced.

"You say it like that? It's a win, but I just wanted to take you out because," he looked away from her. "I really had a crush on you back when I was a kid, and not just because of your looks. This was hot, but kind of cheap and I didn't want you to think I saw you as just some slut."

"Wow," Dana kissed him on the cheek. "Add sweet to all the things you have going for you. That's a nice way to see it."

"And like my old man says, you know where nice guys finish."

"This nice guy got to finish in my mouth," she smiled and touched her lips. "Twice."

"Heh, focus on the positive, right?"

"There you go, and now I better go. I doubt you'll see me here again."

"Just so you know? I'll never tell anyone."

"Ethan?" Dana unlocked the door. "You feel free to tell anyone you want, especially your old man and my ex."

"You'd really want them to know?"

She smiled as she opened the door.

"What do you think?"

She walked away from him, strolling past the receptionist, who glanced up at her, went to look down, and then did a double take. Dana gave her a casual wave as she imagined what she looked like.

Her hair a mess, lipstick most likely all over her mouth, her face red and sweaty, skirt rumpled, and her blouse untucked and stuck to her braless tits. Dana wondered if there was cum still visible in her hair, and at this point hoped so.

She reached the glass doors and a man in a suit she didn't recognize held it open for her, and as she thanked him, gave her the same strange look. Dana passed two more people heading in, a man and a woman, and gave them a huge smile through her messy and still sticky lips.

She could feel them looking at her as she made her way into the parking lot and felt a pang of guilt that more likely than not this was going to come back on Ethan, but she had no doubt she'd made the potential drama he might hear more than worth it.

Dana slipped into her car and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. There was a white splotch of cum stuck in her hair to the left of her face. Her lipstick was as bad as she imagined and she was still flushed and sweaty as if she'd run a marathon.

Or had just endure a hardcore fucking.

Dana opened the glove compartment and grabbed the small packet of baby wipes she kept there. She wiped off her makeup, and other sticky residual, then dropped it into the empty cup holder.

She fished her keys from her purse and started the car. As she did, her gaze lowered and she frowned at the sight of her knees. They were red and scraped from being fucked on the carpet. If anyone who she'd just passed noticed that it was a no brainer.

"Good," she muttered.

Her phone rang as she was mounting it on the dash and seeing it was Matt, she answered.

"Hi, Matt."

"Hey luv," he spoke, his voice still bearing a faint British accent. "How are you?"

"I'm good, what's up?"

"Any man who's seen you work, I imagine."

Dana laughed. "Hope so, or I wouldn't be doing my job."

"And that takes us to why I called. I know you're not scheduled to shoot for a couple days, but Tammy just called and has a family emergency and won't be able to make her shoot tomorrow, you interested?"

"What's the shoot?"

"Its for Milf's Blow Best, just a blow job scene so it only pays $800. Filming starts at one, so be there by noon. You'll be studio in four. Heather's directing,' he chuckled. "Like there's anything to direct other than some dumb dialogue and your beautiful face on a cock."

Ethan's cum still in your hair, and you're agreeing to a shoot? She heard Ellen's voice in her head but shook it off.

"Sounds good. I'll be there."

"Excellent, I knew I could count on you!"

Dana ended the call and throwing the car in drive pulled away.

Of course, Matt could count on her. Why? Because Ben may be an asshole, but he wasn't wrong. She was very much using the only thing she was good at to make a living. The only difference was that unlike her marriage this was just sex, and not her being betrayed into thinking there was a point in her life someone had wanted her for more than that.

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed the continuance of Dana's adventures and misadventures. The entire story is written and I'll be posting chapter two in a couple of weeks. As always, thank you all for reading and supporting my work, especially those of who have been with me since early on. It's been a fun ride and you're a big reason why. LC68