you didn’t stay with me that first night because I was afraid it would be just a job and I’d never get close to you.”
“That was a trick. In the back of your knee…”
“Is an erogenous zone,” I interrupted him. “I know that. You weren’t the first to touch it. You’re just the best out of those who did. Now, I need two apologies.”
“Two?”
“One for not telling me Cash was your cousin before we got here, and one for leaving me alone that first night.”
“Is there any particular form you want these apologies to take?”
I put his hands on my breasts and wiggled my nipples into his palms.
“Physically is preferable,” I said.
He’d just cum, so while it was probably a bit uncomfortable for him to start, he had time. I got every erogenous zone from my toes to my ears kissed, licked and massaged. I was shaking and my entire focus was not to moan, so I was quietly squeaking. Once he got his tongue between my bush and my leg, I felt like I was flying somewhere between the ceiling and the bed, biting my tongue. When he got his fingers against my pelvis I came about three times before he slipped into me and I just couldn’t help vocalizing it.
“Not the first time it’s happened up here,” he said. “The room’s pretty much sound proof.”
“You’re a little bit late with that information,” I said.
The next morning at breakfast, we were coming in from our various directions. Cash even walked all the way from next door to join us. Okay, only mansions have sound proof rooms for loud sex and a quarter mile to walk for breakfast.
“I got you the Doran first, a pristine copy,” said Anabelle, the middle sister who had publicly disowned him, after his last acting performance. “Your friend also sent along Princess Mary’s Gift Book.”
He reached over and squeezed my hand. “The last pieces of the puzzle,” he said. “Do any of you want to see my fairy princess here?”
We all moved into the library where they could stream his memory stick on the 85” screen of the smart TV and there I was, flying.
I got more praise than he did for the photos, which I didn’t think was fair, it was his idea and he did all the real work. Still, there were a half dozen where you almost couldn’t tell the difference and it looked like the original fairy had just been colorized.
“There’s a third persona for you,” said Harrison. “Admittedly pantomime, but look at yourself, you’re portraying a fairy, or at least the idea everyone has of a fairy. There is something carefree, slightly crazy in it, and you’ve got it in almost all the photos. When you act, your whole being is involved in it, you cease to be you and become someone, or even in this case, something else. You do that naturally, and well.”
“I already noted that,” said Cash.
“Then how come I was on the bottom of the pay scale?” I asked.
“Because you kept your pants on; you know that,” Cash said unabashedly. “I’m not selling acting. I just mentioned that you were a natural at it.”
“I thought all the stuff you did was nude,” said Sarah.
“For the most part, it ends up that way,” explained Cash. “Mary wouldn’t go the whole route, but she was just too good not to use.”
“That’s a pretty high recommendation there,” Rachel said. “I mean appearing clothed in a nudie and still being the top draw. Would you please go get the album, Harry? The poor girl is drowning in embarrassment and she shouldn’t be.”
A change of memory sticks and there was Peter’s mom, naked as the day she was born, in a series of poses from when she was considerably younger.
“The last set was one of the last sessions photographer Bunny Yeager did before she semi-retired,” Rachel continued. “She wanted to take them to Playboy, but I’d just gotten my journalism degree, my first job and the handsomest rich boy around as my new boyfriend; none of which worked really well with having Hugh Hefner sticking staples in
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