Crystal Clear - Book 2 - Illustrated

Crystal Clear - Book 2 of 3

by Robert Wolf

More stories about Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee

©Copyright 2013-2024 by Robert Wolf

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 This story is a fictional parody, and is neither true, nor approved of by the celebrities named in the story. The use of real places and names in the story is only to enhance the realism of this fiction. The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution. The specific case law on this was decided in the case of “Hustler Magazine, Inc. et al. v. Jerry Falwell” in 1988. No harm is intended toward the celebrities featured in this story, but they are public figures and in being so, they must accept that they are fair target for parodies by the public. The author believes in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material, and the author believes that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision.

This story is Book 2 the long-awaited continuation of the Road Trip series. You need not read that series to enjoy this one, although reference is made to events and characters in that story to tie this story and that one together. This story is fiction; well, most of it is.

Chapter 22 – Party Before Concert. Claire’s Secret

Our first concert venue of our fall tour was St. Petersburg, Florida. Our entourage consisted of about thirty people, plus there’d be the local roadies and other assistants who would flow in and help set up all our equipment and prepare us for our show. What I called our core team flew down in a Grumman Gulfstream V: Crystal, Edie, Terry, Ellen, Claire, Nadia (who swooned when we told her we were taking her to the concert on a private jet), Billy – our band leader, Dan – our publicist, and me. The plane was full. The ride took only two hours to cover 660 miles according to the pilots.

We landed on a 10,000-foot runway at St. Petersburg Clearwater International Airport and taxied into the General Aviation terminal. A stretch limousine met the plane, pulling right up next to the plane after the engines had spooled down and the pilot had opened the door. We all thanked the crew for a smooth ride and perfect landing, and then boarded the limo.

Our first stop was only a few miles away – the St. Petersburg Forum: the venue for our Friday concert the following night. There would be 21,500 people at our concert – a sellout crowd. Neither Crystal nor I had sung in front of a concert audience for six months; Crystal didn’t seem the least bit worried, but I already had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of so many people.

As we pulled into the private road, our long car was dwarfed by the huge arena that hosted concerts, hockey, and other sports. We were met by a security guy, and a man who oversaw the concerts at the arena named Cal Becket. Both walked us into and around the Forum. About forty roadies were setting up the stage and seats in the VIP and other floor sections. We shook hands with some of them and thanked them for their help. Cal looked appreciative for the attention we gave them.

Crystal, Billy, and I climbed on stage, and got familiar with the access and egress paths, as well as our view of the arena. Billy assessed where the various amps, control stations, and musical instruments would go. He also checked for electrical connections, and talked to one of the audiovisual guys about the large-screen projection and the arena’s sound system.

While we were doing our walk-through, the rest of the band members and crew arrived. They’d come down in two special tour buses, followed by two semi-trailer trucks loaded with enough speakers and amps to blow you into the next country.

We finished our walk-through about six o’clock, reconnected with our limousine, and got chauffeured to the Vinoy Renaissance Hotel on the downtown waterfront. After that, we were on our own for the rest of the night. Terry and Ellen made sure all our luggage got to the right places. The rest of us waited for them in the a bar area that showed the elegance of the restored building with rich dark woods and comfortable surroundings. I left for a few minutes and arranged for dinner for the nine of us.

Over drinks I caught up with Billy, our band leader, and Dan. Billy Cavanaugh was a perfectionist musician in his thirties with a sense of humor that reached to the moon; he was an uplifting guy to be around because he could see the humor in any bad situation. He kept us all level headed with his pragmatism, too. As far as music was concerned, he could take a mundane tune and turn it into a symphony with any style of music you wanted.

If you wanted to meet a guy you liked instantly, it was Dan. Dan retained the enthusiasm of his youth despite having just turned thirty. He loved sports of all kinds, both spectator sports as well as participation sports. I ran with him occasionally, and he was one of the few people that I had trouble keeping up with. Dan, too, loved to party but otherwise he seemed to be a clean-living kind of man.

I hadn’t seen Billy or Dan for casual talk for over six months. They both wanted to hear about my rescue of Jill Danes in Nicaragua, and by now I had the story down cold so I could tell an exciting version in one, two, five, ten, or twenty minutes. I gave them the ten-minute version much to their delight.

We jawed for over and hour, and then continued in the main dining room at a large round table for two more hours. Crystal had us arrange ourselves around the table in a boy-girl seating: Crystal, Terry, Edie, Nadia, Billy, Ellen, Dan, Claire, and me. She’d read the chemistry well because we each fell into great conversations not only with everyone else, but with the people on either side of us.

About ten o’clock, the maitre d’ made the not too subtle suggestion that we call it a night, at least as far as the restaurant was concerned. We were the last customers in the place. Crystal suggested we continue our get together in our suite, so we all took the elevator upstairs to our suite – a center ‘living room’ with a complete TV and audio system, and four large bedrooms with king-size beds off the central room. Originally, it had been booked for Crystal and me, Edie, Nadia, Claire, and Ellen. Terry, Dan, and Billy had more simple rooms elsewhere on the same floor.

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I wasn’t sure what Crystal had in mind until she dimmed the lights in the living room, and dialed up an adult movie on the television that turned out to be a first-class porn film named ‘Virgin Cowgirls’ – except I never saw any virgins in the entire ninety-minute film.

The women seemed to be in on the idea of group seduction. Knowing the four of them as I do, I read the signals quite quickly, and Terry did, too. Dan and Billy, however, went through quite a few awkward moments as they tried to figure out the agenda for the rest of the evening without looking like total assholes or geeks. As the guys tried to figure out where to sit in the room, including whether to face the TV or not, the girls had looks of amusement on their faces. It became clear that they were in charge.

Ellen and Edie eventually grabbed Dan’s hand, and led the handsome young man to the other end of the long sofa that Crystal and I sat on. Nadia suggested to Billy that they sit together on the other sofa, with Terry and Claire. The arrangement put Nadia and Ellen closest to the TV, followed by Billy and Dan and Edie.

As everyone turned to watch the hot action on the television, Crystal and I had a perfect view of our couch-mates, as well as the scene on the long facing sofa. Terry and Claire had the mirror image. This arrangement, coupled with the intimacy that Terry and I had shared previously with the women proved irresistible.

In seconds after sitting, Terry and Claire were locked in a lover’s embrace trying to tickle each other’s tonsils with their tongues. Crystal and I followed their lead. I squinted at the other two couples, and I could tell the women were about to strike.

On the TV screen, a lovely blond had started to fellate two men simultaneously. The scene was messy and noisy with moans and words of encouragement from the males.

I watched as Nadia took Billy’s arm and wrapped it around her in a way so his hand fell squarely on her breast. Ellen and Edie duplicated the move with Dan until he cupped each of their breasts. Both men looked around at Terry and me to test whether to be embarrassed. Terry had already started to remove Claire’s top, and I had most of Crystal’s shirt unbuttoned. Billy gawked as I bared Crystal’s breasts. Dan got wrapped up in a long kiss with Ellen.

I already knew that Nadia wore no bra because all day she had jiggled in just the right way to hold my attention. As soon as Billy ‘got the message,’ she helped him remove her top. Her gorgeous melons appeared to the delight of all the men … and all the women for that matter.

I heard Dan and Edie whispering, and I could only guess the conversation. Ellen’s breasts appeared at the same time I bared Crystal’s. Terry and Claire were still fiercely making out. Only seconds later, a flurry of clothes hit the carpet between the two sofas until nine people were completely nude and hands were flying over every body as the passion exploded in the room.

Crystal grabbed my cock and then reached across Edie and held Dan’s cock for a moment. She started to massage and arouse the two of us simultaneously, not that either of needed more arousal. Dan had a look of disbelief on his face. Edie took over from Crystal, as Ellen knelt beside Dan trying to force her tongue down his throat; Dan fondled each of their breasts. I leaned in and had a little tongue duel with Crystal as I started to stroke and pinch her nipples.

Crystal pulled away, gave me a lecherous look, and then turned to the other sofa and in a low voice whispered, “Blow jobs.” I watched as Ellen, Edie, Nadia, and Claire all pounced on the cocks in front of them, swallowing and tonguing the already erect shafts. Crystal went down on me, her gorgeous eyes looking up at me as she fellated my hardness.

After a minute or two, Crystal pulled off me, turned to the room and in a low voice said, “Switch.”

Each girl rose from their partner and moved clockwise by one man. Crystal went to Dan, Ellen and Edie moved to Billy – much to his delight to suddenly have two nude women beside him with hungry mouths, Nadia to Terry, and Claire came to fellate me. I about came just from the change in sensations that Claire brought. Every time Claire did something like this with me, I felt that there was some mystery about her I still needed to know about.

I had begun to see a pattern of behavior, particularly when, a minute later, Crystal again said, “Switch,” and the women again shifted around our circle. Claire went to Dan, Nadia came to me, Ellen and Edie stalked Terry – although they’d had a threesome with him a few days earlier, and Crystal engulfed Billy for the first time with her mouth. A moment later, another shift occurred.

At this point, the erections of the four men were not only granite hard, but purple in anticipation and the ache of expectancy. I watched as Crystal assessed the situation from Terry’s lap. She whispered again, “Time for a little ‘eat me’ action on the women guys.” Crystal leaned back on the far sofa, and spread her legs. She directed Terry’s head to her snatch; I could see her eyes roll up into her head as Terry’s talented tongue struck out at her slit.

Around us, the other women moved and directed the men’s tongues into their sex nests. I had never failed to love eating Edie or Ellen’s cunt, and this time was no exception. I went in and savored their juices, noting how plentiful they were as I switched between the pair. They must have been thinking about this evening for some time.

But, again, Crystal’s instructed us: “Switch, only this time it’s the guys that move.”

I moved to Nadia’s tight little cunt and got a huge welcome smile from her. She whispered to me so no one else could hear, “Oh, Jim. I am so glad I get you now. You always eat me so well that I cum and cum.”

Not to disappoint her, I put forward my best effort, and in less than a minute Nadia’s back arched up off the sofa as an orgasm ripped through her body. She kept quiet about it, but her gasp for air, and a groan were telltale signs to the others. I heard Crystal cum a moment later.

“Switch.”

The men moved again, this time I moved to pleasure Claire. Claire kissed me hard first, running her tongue around inside my mouth and lapping at my chin and cheeks. She said, “Oh, you taste really good – lots of different pussy sensations there, most familiar I think.” I slid down her body, sucked on each of her breasts, and then dove into her cunt with my tongue extended like a miniature penis seeking to bring pleasure. Claire stroked my hair as I pumped pleasure into her body with my tongue.

“Switch.”

Crystal dove into a French kiss with me the way Claire had, trying to taste the other women on my lips and in my mouth. She said in a low voice, “I can identify every taste there, and it’s wonderful – now eat me, Lover.”

Crystal let me eat her to an orgasm this time. Next to me, Dan brought Ellen to a climax and then repeated the act on Edie. Across the coffee table, Billy brought Nadia to another of her gasping orgasms.

As Crystal’s afterglow faded, she said to the room, “Gentlemen, fuck your current partner.”

Crystal slid forward on the sofa until I could sink my titanium shaft into her gushing cunt. With pleasure for both of us, I watched as her eyes rolled into her head in pleasure. She gasped, “Oh, fuck, this is nice.”

I moved my hips around in the way I knew Crystal liked because on some of my strokes I rubbed extra hard against her G-spot. When I did that her body would give an extra little spasm to signal to me that I had found her pleasure spot.

After a couple of minutes Crystal moaned, “Switch.”

I shuffled to my right on my knees to Ellen and Edie. We kissed a lot before I sank into Edie’s pussy without either of us needing to provide any guidance to my missile. As we fucked, I realized I could cum any time I wanted now if I sent the right signals to my body. I wondered how the other men were doing in terms of holding off.

As I fucked Edie, Ellen lay down on the back of the sofa beside me and spread her legs. I leaned over and could eat her sweet pussy as I fucked Edie. After a few minutes, the girls switched positions.

Terry was slowly plunging his shaft into Crystal’s open pussy. He knew how to manage his orgasms, plus fucking Crystal was probably no longer the novelty it was when we got caught fucking on the back of that boat in Branson.

“Switch.”

Nadia said, “I come on top of you. Sit here.” She stood, her small frame and large breasts, silhouetted in a highly erotic way against the light coming from a distant hallway. I sat, and she straddled me. She reached beneath her and guided my shaft to her opening, and then sank slowly down the shaft with her eyes closed.

“Oh, Jim, I love you so, and when we do this I want to bring you maximum pleasure on a constant always basis.”

Nadia directed my face to her breasts, and I sucked in each nipple, biting and twisting with my mouth as I knew she liked. Often, we kissed.

“Switch.”

As she slid down my cock with her cunt, Claire said in a low tone, “You know I love you, too.” She had apparently heard Nadia’s pledges of love to me. I assured her that I loved her as well.

As Nadia had done, Claire arranged us in a woman-on-top posture. As she sank down on me, I realized that she had cum at least once since I’d sampled her wares on the previous circle. She had her girl juice all over her lower body, and her sex aroma was strong and pleasing.

Claire went on in an intimate whisper, “Jim, every woman in this room – Crystal, Ellen, Edie, Nadia, and I all love you. We want you in every way possible. A second with you is like a drop of nectar in our lives.” She lunged forward and kissed me especially hard, driving her tongue into me.

Crystal’s last comment to the group went something like, “Gentlemen, whenever you are ready, claim your partner with your cum.”

I glanced over to see Dan’s lower body turn into a blur of motion as he pistoned into Crystal’s body. Less than thirty seconds after Crystal’s statement, he paused and drove hard into her body five or six times; I knew he was jetting his cum deep inside her. Crystal looked ecstatic as she had her own orgasm.

Next to me, Nadia’s body started to milk the cum from Terry’s shaft as he thrust up into her small cunt. Billy had sped up, and I knew Ellen would get a load in a minute. Edie’s hand was a blur over her pussy as she masturbated beside the pair.

I focused in on Claire, moving my hips and locking eyes with her in a loving stare. I rose from the sofa, holding Claire so she remained coupled with my cock deep inside her velvety tunnel. As I stood, I pumped into her several times, and then lay her down on the thick pile carpet between the sofas.

Claire wrapped her legs around my lower back and drew me into her with each stroke, and then from deep within me I felt the first pulse of my impending climax.

“I’m there,” I whispered to her in somewhat of a rush.

Claire was there too. Her body arched up off the floor, and her hips rotated up into my groin on my downstroke into her. My cum erupted from my body into hers in a dozen rapid surges of exquisite orgasm that I could only hope matched the pleasure she displayed.

In our afterglow, we looked at the others. Dan had pulled from Crystal, and I could see the rivulet of white jizz flowing from her vagina. Billy and Ellen had rolled slightly to their side so he could also snuggle Edie into his side. Adjacent to us on the sofa, I could see the cum leaked out of Nadia’s cunt around Terry’s still embedded shaft. All of us continued to twitch and spasm occasionally.

Billy said, “Man, you guys are really hot. This is … I’ve never been in something this erotic in my life, and I’ve been around.”

Dan muttered, “I’ll second that.”

After a long silence, Crystal said, “We can start round two whenever you guys are ready.”

On the TV, the porn flick still regaled the screen. In the scene I paused to watch, three men were being pleased by a young blond with surgically enhanced tits. As one fucked her, she switched blowjobs between the other two. I doubted that ‘Virgin Cowgirls’ had much of a plot at this point.

I pumped a little into Claire’s body, and got a strange look from her. I leaned in, and we kissed in a tender way. I whispered to her, “I love you,” and I got a warm smile and a kiss that had “Me too” written all over it.

Billy finally stood. He turned to all of us, “I’m serving wine and other beverages. Any special orders?” We each chimed out our preference. Sex can be dehydrating. He sauntered over to the bar and started tinkering with contents of the small refrigerator that the hotel kept stocked in the room.

Claire nestled against me as I leaned against the sofa. She looked up at me and said in a serious tone, “I know that you’ve sensed something mysterious about me since we met. Ellen told me that you even sometimes refer to me several times as ‘The Mysterious Claire.’” She remained silent for a moment, and I gave her space to collect her thoughts.

Claire then spoke again in a low and concerned tone only I could hear as the others conversed; “Jim, I have a secret past I haven’t shared with any of you yet.” She cursed under breath, “Shit … I don’t know why If feel I have to tell you now, but I do. I’ve waited way too long.”

At the end of the sofas, a new scene came on the television. In this one, two nubile youths were making one older man very happy: one rode his cock as the other sat on his face.

After a long silence during which she shuddered against me, I said, “Claire, darling, you don’t have to tell me or any of us anything until you’re ready. There’s no pressure here. I’ll even stop referring to you as ‘mysterious.’” I kissed her nose.

She shook her head negatively against me. She choked up a little and said, “I hope you won’t hate me – won’t make me leave you.” She snorted, about to cry, “Oh, God. I love all of you so much, I couldn’t bear to be cast away.” I sensed real concern and doubt in her. She spoke more loudly now, so everyone could hear her, “I have to tell you now, before we go any further – before I go any further with any of you.” She gestured to Ellen, Edie, Crystal, Nadia, and the men.

Suddenly, we were all paying rapt attention to her. Billy stood frozen in position at the mini bar. Claire sat up straight. Tears started to roll down her face, and she stifled one sob; her voice cracked as she tried to speak but couldn’t. Ellen and Crystal had both picked up the signals that something strange and unexpected was going on between Claire and me. They both started to come beside us to comfort Claire.

I spoke calmly to her, “If you have to tell me – tell all of us, go ahead. I guarantee we will love you just the same. Love is all about forgiveness, if that’s what’s involved.” Everyone in the room nodded in agreement with my premise.

Claire took a deep breath and blurted out through her tears, “I was a porn star and a call girl.”

Chapter 23 – Claire’s Past. Decisions

Claire took a deep breath and repeated through her tears, “I was a porn star and a call girl. I just couldn’t hide that from you any longer.”

With that pronouncement, she burst into tears and buried her head against my chest. In only seconds, I could feel her salty tears running down my naked body. I wrapped my arms around Claire’s equally nude form and pulled her to me in a move to comfort and console instead of anything erotic.

The others in the hotel suite’s room couldn’t have missed her confession, particularly Crystal and Ellen who had sensed Claire had been anxious about something for months. Both women came over and joined me in surrounding Claire within a circle of love. We all babbled words of love to her, and that her confession made no difference to us. One of us said, “We don’t even care if you’re still doing all that stuff. We love you.”

I kept saying, “No one cares. We love you.” I must have said it a hundred times in the five minutes that Claire sobbed into my chest.

Nadia appeared next to us with a box of tissues and a washcloth, and we started to blot up some of the tears from me and soothe Claire’s face. She snuffled and sniffed between sobs, her eyes were red, and when she’d look at us, her face would scrunch up and she’d sob again and throw herself against me.

Ten minutes passed before we could get Claire quieted down. I just held her tightly, and kept telling her that I loved her.

When her blubbering stopped, she started apologizing, “Oh … sniff … I’m so sorry … snort … that I didn’t … choke … tell you before. Now, … sniff … you feel you have to … put up with me … sigh … or tell me … choke … to leave.”

I kept saying, “Claire, what you did doesn’t make any difference to us. We aren’t obligated to put up with you. We love you. We’re not going to be making you leave us; we love you. You could be doing porno movies and hustling today, and we’d still love you. Heck, we’d all probably want to join you.”

She sniffed a few times, and her tears slowed. In a weak voice, she asked, “Really?”

Crystal and Ellen spoke simultaneously, “Really!”

Claire looked between each of us. Billy and Dan were leaning forward towards us, hanging on every word. Billy had brought Claire a glass of water. They didn’t know Claire as well, yet real concern showed on their face. Besides, if they’d wanted to help, there wasn’t any more room around us to join in. I knew both of them would keep their mouths shut about her revelation. I trusted them with much of my life story and road trip, and never heard another word about it.

Claire choked out, “I need to tell you … it’s been my dark secret for three years.”

Edie said tenderly, “Not so dark. Bring it out in the light and you’ll find it’s not so big or as awful as you’ve talked yourself into thinking it is.” She reached down and stroked Claire’s cheek, wiping away a tear as she did. In just the few days when Edie stayed with us at the Nashville home, she’d formed a strong bond with Ellen and Claire since there were close in age.

After more sniffling, Claire started her story. “I wasn’t always Claire Whitman; I changed my name from Cheryl Zaret, but when I did the movies or the porn pictures I became Breezy Cummins.”

“I was pretty tame in High School, partly because my parents scared me and made me cow-tow to their every instruction. I wanted to be a good girl and please everyone. I got good grades, and even graduated High School and started college a year early – when I was seventeen.”

Nadia brought us all bath towels she’d discovered in the various bathrooms. I wrapped one around Claire’s nude shoulders. I still held her tightly to me, and I could tell she took comfort from my closeness. Her lower half was still distractingly nude.

Claire continued, “Anyway, as soon as I hit college I realized how oppressed I’d been. I mean I knew while it happened, but now I ran into classmates who really had a lot of freedom growing up, and it showed in how sophisticated they were, and how cool. They were all experienced in sex, and I was still a virgin. I wanted to change – to be more normal, but I went overboard.”

“I developed a secret life from what my parents knew. To them, I was Miss Goody Two-Shoes and a good student. In reality, I developed a wild streak. I became a party girl. I somehow kept the drugs and alcohol under control, but everything else went on with no holds barred. I know some of my friends thought I was a slut, but at the time I thought I even had that under control.”

Claire took a deep breath, and I could tell she’d started to pull away from the dark place her emotions had taken her moments earlier. She continued, “After one fraternity party – really an orgy where a bunch of us girls were fair game for every cock in the place, my friend Marge asked whether I wanted to make some extra money – a lot of it. She waxed on about how I had what it would take to do really well at whatever it was she was talking about – my age, my endowed breasts, my trim body, and even my hairstyle – I was a brunette.”

We nodded for her to continue.

“I told Marge it sounded interesting. I had been working part time as a waitress to earn some money so I wouldn’t bankrupt my parents with tuition and my living expenses. If I could get a job that paid more, I’d do it.” She sighed, “Oh, I was so naïve.”

“Marge took me in hand the following week, and we drove into downtown LA. We walked into a makeshift movie studio, and there were several ‘actors’ and ‘actresses’ standing around nude. I was shocked, but tried to hide it. Marge introduced me to them as though their nudity was no big deal. They seemed to know her really well, were friendly to me, and she got happy welcomes from everyone. And then, a guy named Andre came out of an office – he was the boss. Marge introduced me to him, and told him she thought I had what it took and so on. I still hadn’t caught on; remember, I’d grown up very naïve about this part of life. Up to that point, I’d never even seen a porn film.”

“Andre looked me over and asked me a few questions about my acting ability. Even with the nude people standing around, the set with a big bed in it, and all these questions about my acting, would you believe I still didn’t get it. I was so dense.” She rolled her eyes and another tear rolled down one cheek.

Crystal asked gently, “When did you catch on?”

Claire actually chuckled in the memory. “Andre asked whether Marge and I would do a scene with Jake, apparently one of the naked guys standing a few feet away. He went on, “We’ll call it a screen test, but if it’s any good we’ll use it and, Honey, we’ll pay you a hundred bucks cash.’”

“Well the idea of making a quick one-hundred dollars rang my cash register. Working part-time as a waitress, it would have taken me a whole week to make that, even with tips.”

“Marge asked Andre how he wanted us to start. He said to her, ‘Why don’t the two of you be eating each other in a sixty-nine, when Jake comes in and finds you. Play with him, both of you suck him a bit, and then let Jake fuck both of you in a whole lot of different positions. The two of you keep up the ‘lezzie’ side thing too, even sitting on each other’s faces as he screws the one on the bottom. Just remember, after Jake penetrates, everyone’s pussy has to have something in it – tongue, cock, or fingers. You girls do each other.’”

Claire shook her head in disbelief, “All of sudden, I got ‘IT’. Everything clicked, and suddenly all the strange things going on at the studio made sense. At first, I felt shocked, but I tried not to show it. I bet I blushed a whole lot, but other than that I played it cool. I had some decisions to make and fast.”

Ellen said, “So you decided to play.”

Claire nodded “Yes. I joined Marge, and we stripped bare ass in front of all these people I’d never met. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t too different from the little orgy at the fraternity a week or so earlier. Some overweight but sexy girl I later learned was called a ‘Fluffer’ started to give Jake a blowjob to harden him up for us. Marge pulled me over to this big bed with a garish bedspread on it. I remember she asked me, ‘Top or bottom?’ I’d never been with a girl before, so I told her to pick, and seconds later I was on the bottom as Marge ate me out and stuck her pussy into my face.”

Edie asked, “Did you like it?”

“Heck, yes. I loved sex. My hormones were raging. Even today, I’m a nymphomaniac, but I only suspected it then.” She paused to collect her thinking. “Two guys with really fancy video cameras moved around us, filming the two of us from every angle. Marge would remind me to not look at the cameras and to focus on her or Jake, and to put on a great sex show for the cameras. After a while, I actually forgot about the cameras and just focused on the sex – the wonderful sex. Jake joined us, and we had a fabulous ménage a trois. I can still remember, he had a big cock and brought me to a couple of real orgasms. Eventually, he came in what Andre called the “Money Shot” – shooting his cum all over Marge’s and my face. We licked and lapped at him with the cum running down our faces. I’d tasted cum before, so it was no big deal. Marge and I even snowballed for one camera.”

“After we ended, Andre came up to me and fingered my erect nipples while we talked. He said, ‘Honey, we are going to make you a star. You can make a whole lot of money in this business. Marge is right; you’re a natural.’”

“With those words, he pulled out his wallet and peeled off TWO-hundred dollar bills and gave them to me – twice what I’d expected if, and only if I did a good job. Andre asked when I could come back. I suddenly had some acting gigs – some with Marge and some with others I’d meet sometime.”

I said to Claire, being careful to keep a happy lilt in my voice, “And thus was born the prettiest porn star of all time.” I leaned in and kissed her.

Claire said, “Yeah, porn star and an escort – helping out in a side business Andre ran, or rather putting out in his side business. The money was so much more than I ever dreamed of making.”

Edie asked, “Did you stay in college?”

Claire grimaced and said, “Amazingly, yes, although my grades suffered greatly. The more money I made, the less time I spent studying; I graduated a year late. My parents were disappointed, but they knew I was working and trying to off-load some of the finances for them. They were actually grateful; they just didn’t know what I did to earn money. I never told them how much I made, but I was clearing enough to pay for school, living expenses, and still sock some away in investment accounts. I even bought my first car; Andre gave me an advance so I could get to the filming sessions.”

Ellen asked, “How long did you do this?”

“Seven years – from when I was eighteen until I was twenty-five.”

Crystal asked, “Why’d you stop?”

Claire shook her head, “Several reasons. I started to feel too old, believe it or not. Guys want to see young eighteen or nineteen-year old chicks fucking, not some twenty-seven-year old, although I think that’s changing a little bit. On a lot of the skin flicks we did, the feature increasingly became some little cunt actress that was only eighteen or so. Andre was very careful about the age of the young actresses; he checked them out several different ways.”

I said, “That age thing depends on the guy.” I grinned at each of the women. Terry and the other men nodded in agreement.

Claire continued, “I’d fucked dozens of guys – maybe even hundreds, and supposedly they were all checked out –medically, I mean; nonetheless, I figured I was playing roulette with STDs and AIDS. To my knowledge, I was the only player who didn’t contract something. I tried to be careful, washing a lot, douching, and stuff like that – even between scenes. I became obsessive about it and used strong detergents even though they made me sore for a day after.”

She went on, “Drug use was excessive, and sometimes hard to avoid. I’ve tried about everything, but avoided addictions unlike many of my co-workers. About ninety-percent of the people in the industry have a drug problem. I guess I was lucky.”

She thought for a few seconds and went on, “And then, there’s how you feel about yourself. After a while, you realize you’re just ahairy hole being used and objectified. One day you wake up, and all your friends are in the business, and they’re all feeling the same way, and they find solace in drugs and booze, and then a couple contract AIDS, and a couple die of ODs. It’s a vicious circle.”

Claire suddenly saddened again, “Lastly, about a year before I quit I got a big shock. Someone tipped off my parents what I was doing. I don’t know who, but someone sent them one of my DVDs with a note. My parents were strict - too strict, and I know now I overdid all the freedom of choice I suddenly had and made some bad decisions, but I lost them.”

Nadia asked, “What your parents do?”

“My father and mother drove to my apartment one day when they knew I’d be home. The car was full of all the stuff that had been in my room at home – clothes, souvenirs from high school, books, and all – everything. They dumped it all on my doorstep before ringing the bell. When I answered the door, my father said to never talk to them again, never come home, and called me the worst whore and slut he’d ever heard of. They turned and drove away. The schism hurt, but even then I didn’t see it as a wake-up call. I kept at it for another year. The money was irresistible.”

Crystal asked, “How’d you get out? Wasn’t it hard to leave?”

Claire said, “After college, I went full time in the industry. From start to end, I cranked out over eighty full-length videos, did magazines, strip clubs, sex shows, bachelor parties, and all sorts of stuff. All this, coupled with getting into the high end of the escort business, and I made a lot of money in a short time. Some nights I cleared a thousand dollars. I’m not rich, but I salted away some ‘retirement’ money. I lived on the cheap, and for a while the two biggest pleasures were a rare orgasm on the set of some movie or with some escort client – one I didn’t fake, and my growing investment account.”

Claire looked at me when she told the next part of her story. “Jill Danes had a lot to do with my exit, too. She’d actually hired an escort and got me. She had a hot date who had a brother in town who she wanted me to keep occupied while she made a ‘score’ in the movie industry with her date. While she fucked this producer and got a major part in one of her early films, I kept the brother occupied for the evening by fucking his brains out. Later that same night, we did a little sapphic show for the two men. Jill cums easily, and I faked a couple, but we had fun together. Jill cemented her film deal, and she and I became friends. She soon became my mentor.”

She went on, “I confided to Jill soon after we met that I wanted to get out the adult industry. By then, I’d been in the hospital, once with a torn up asshole and another time with a bruised cervix from a brutal fucking in my last film. I resolved to get out fast, so I quit the next day right after filming the last scene. I took my money and ran. Fortunately, I had my bank account to fall back on. Many girls in the industry are sex slaves; they have no savings and no other job alternatives; they spend their money for drugs.”

Ellen asked full of curiosity, “What did Jill do for you?”

Claire smiled for the first time in a many minutes. “A lot! She got me a shrink right off, and I started therapy. If you’d asked me at the time if I needed counseling, I would have said ‘No,’ but after I broke down in the first session I realized how screwed up mentally I’d become. I’d lost all my self-esteem and sense of self-worth. I’d lost my family. Jill insisted that I keep going for six months; after that, I felt a lot better about myself and what I’d done. I kept going another eighteen months; I’d stopped the therapy just before I met you guys.”

Claire looked at each of us that knew Jill and went on, “Jill also worked with me on a complete makeover: she changed my style of dress from casual to chic. I used to dress up when I had an escort job, but Jill had me do it every day, continually – morning until bedtime. She even made me dress nicely to go to bed. She complimented me every day in so many ways. My self-image changed slowly, and so did my feeling of self-worth.”

“Jill had me change my hair color to this auburn or red from light brunette to help reduce what she called my recognition factor. She coached me through a name change, and that helped me in my rebirthing, too. I lived with her for a while, and she built up my ego and sense of value. We talked a lot; she was a girlfriend who had her act together. Of course, we had sex now and then, but not as much as you might think. After a year, she paid for some plastic surgery to my face: raised my cheekbones, narrowed my nose, and squared-off my chin mostly; I think I’m prettier than I used to be. Today, you could study the films I made, but you’d have to really go over most of my body to be able to figure out that Claire used to be Breezy Cummins.”

Edie leaned into the circle we’d formed and asked, “Why now? You’ve known Jim and Ellen for over six months, and everybody else for many weeks?”

Crystal added to the question, “All that, plus we just had a little orgy that would have made a great porn film – Oh, did that bother you?” I could sense genuine concern in her voice about Claire’s well being.

Claire’s eyes teared up again, but she didn’t cry. “Oh, Crystal. No, all the fun we’ve had with sex doesn’t bother me at all, to the contrary. What I felt from all of you ever since I met any of you has been caring and love … lots and lots of love. Sure, we rutted around tonight and often before, but everyone cares for everyone else so much so that you can feel it in the air. That was rare earlier in my life.”

Claire paused and added, “I love our group sex sessions. I don’t mind the porn movies at all, and someday I’ll show you mine. For a while, I couldn’t talk about any of this; I just wanted to forget. Now, I’m more confident, and I guess don’t need to suppress what I did.”

She paused and answered Edie’s question, “Why now? In the midst of our little orgy, I had a flashback to a film I’d done – a ‘gang bang classic’ was what Andre called it. There was one other girl and about a sixteen guys, plus the crew who was supposed to join in if they weren’t filming or doing the audio. No one cared about anyone else; there was no love or caring; not even a thought of concern for the two women. We were just holes in the bed for them to stick their cock into and cum. So much different from what I felt tonight with all of you.”

“You might not have been watching, but on the TV – that film – it reminded me of what I’d done. I mean, it made me horny, but I also remembered.” She thought for a minute and added, “Talk about screwed up – I felt conflicted. It made me want to talk about it and to not have a secret any more – to not be ‘Mysterious Claire.’”

“My flashback reminded me that telling you would only get harder the longer I waited. I’ve tried to muster courage over and over again since we got serious about each other – even before we went to Nicaragua, but I just couldn’t … the time never seemed right. I guess when you have a big secret, there is no ‘right’ time.”

I wrapped my arms more tightly around Claire; “Oh, Claire, we do love you so. We don’t care what you’ve done in your past. We live in the now – this is where it’s at. We know you love us, and we wouldn’t take our love from you over something you did in your past. We just want you with us. Thank you for sharing and for opening up with us. If we can help you cope, we will. If we do something that secretly upsets you, you have to tell us so we can change our behavior to help you.”

Crystal joined me from Claire’s other side, and we packaged her between us and both kissed her cheeks still damp from her renewed tears. Claire just leaned into the two of us and shut her eyes. The tears silently rolled down her cheeks, nonetheless.

Chapter 24 – Concert. Cindy Wonder

We spent the next day rehearsing for the concert. Crystal and I had been coached to not use our singing voices, and to save them when we really wanted to belt out a song, so, many rehearsal songs were quiet whispering of the lyrics as we worked on our choreography on the stage. Terry, Dan, and a woman named Dee worked with us about our onstage choreography.

We broke for drinks and dinner at five o’clock – three hours before concert time. The first twenty minutes would be handled by our opening band the Hobo Palace. In an aside, Terry confessed to me that he “still had a soft spot in his heart for their lead singer – Cindy Wonder.”

My comment back to him was, “You don’t have a soft spot for her, you have a hard-on for her, and so do I.” He nodded in strong agreement.

I’d only met Cindy a couple of times before to talk to. Their band had rehearsed at an off-site studio in Sarasota. Just as we went into a VIP box up over the entire Forum arena, we saw their band start to setup their gear with the help of a dozen roadies. I watched Cindy wander around out of ‘costume’ – wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt. There was no doubt that even from a distance the girl was pretty, busty, and desirable.

Terry walked by me, saw where I was looked, and said, “Looks as though she has the same effect on you that she has on me. Maybe we can talk her into playing with us some day soon.”

I knew he meant trying to get her involved in some of our sexual games. I concluded that I wouldn’t mind that at all, and I suspected that Crystal, Ellen, and Claire wouldn’t either, providing she went both ways.

Dinner was quick and light; neither Crystal nor I wanted to feel bloated from a full dinner when we went on stage. Typically, we had two light meals the night of a concert – one before and one after. I recalled we barely ate before the start of a mission when I’d been in Special Forces; we wanted to be ‘lean mean fighting machines.’ The arena doors opened at six-thirty, and we watched the first arrivals for the concert file in and find their seats. Many had already bought t-shirts or other souvenirs.

We went down to the green room. Crystal and I had opted to share a dressing room rather than use separate facilities. We sat side-by-side putting on facial makeup that would make us look better for the television cameras. We’re weren’t going ‘on air,’ but we were going to be projected up onto four giant screens that hung in strategic locations over the crowed. Everyone would be able to see us ‘up close and personal’ on those screens, so we wanted to look our best. As usual, we’d also get a tape of the entire concert too. Crystal and I studied the tapes to see how we could improve our choreography, songs, presence, or onstage banter.

Exactly at eight o’clock, I heard the sound of the crowd rise in shouts and applause as The Hobo Palace started their first song. Cindy’s husky voice rang out over the crowd and came through into the green room over speakers loud and clear. We could watch them on stage on a TV in the room. The opening group was getting the crowd pumped up. Terry’s ability to spot talent such as this group never failed to amaze me.

The two bands and the roadies had worked out a drill where they could change the band instruments in fewer than two minutes in near darkness. So, as the Hobos finished their last number the lights dimmed, and some canned music of our band playing what I called ‘idle chords’ started to play. The music started without a defined melody, just random notes and chords, and slowly built in pace, volume, and texture over the two-minute period.

Crystal and I had left the green room and were each standing squarely on two “X’s” of masking tape on the floor at the end of two cleared aisles leading through the VIP seating to the steps up to the stage. One of the stage hands with a headset on stood near us and gave us a count down: 10 – 9 – 8 – 7 … the music built up and definitely carried the prelude melody of ‘The Naked Truth,’ our current big hit, 6 – 5 – 4 … I could hear the live band pick up the sound from the canned music – an almost imperceptible transition as the canned music faded away and our band got louder and louder, and the randomness left the music in favor of an actual melody – the crowd started to cheer and yell; 3 – 2 – 1 and the stage lights came up and two high powered spotlights illuminated Crystal and me as we started our run down our aisles and simultaneously up to the stage from opposite sides. The crowd was deafening in their shouts and applause.

Just as we reached our positions on the stage, we started singing the opening verse to the song. The crowd had been whipped into a frenzy by this time. Even our singing had trouble competing with the shouting and cheering. If we hadn’t been wearing headsets with boom mics so we could hear ourselves, we would have been all over the map with our singing – off key, off tempo, out of tune. As it was it was hard to hear, but we rocked the crowd. Everyone remained on their feet and screaming.

I shot Billy a smile and a got a huge smile back from him as he played his electric guitar next to me. As we sang we walked back into the band and alternated duets with each of the band members as they sang some of the chorus with us. I repeated the process with our backup singers. When I was singing, Crystal would dance around center stage flaunting her sexy body, a delight to men and women of all ages. I briefly wondered why I didn’t get a hard-on on stage with her.

Crystal and I sang for ninety minutes straight. We had saved ‘Texas Dawn’ for our encore, and when we came back out and did that number the crowd went wild all over again before they quieted down to appreciate the love song. There were twenty-one-thousand happy fans when the lights dimmed, and we vanished back down our exit aisle into the bowels of the arena. The applause and screaming continued for almost five minutes after we stopped. I heard the canned music come on again, this time at a lower volume.

Terry grabbed us just before we got to the green room. “Come on, we’re going up top again.” He led us to a private elevator, and a minute later we were back in the VIP box we’d had dinner in. Billy and the band members filed in a couple of minutes behind us. The Hobo Palace band was there too, along with cute Cindy Wonder. Below us, the crowd slowly thinned as each section of seats tried to exit the same door simultaneously. A few smart people remained seated, letting most of the throng leave. I could only imagine the nightmare in the various parking lots as all the cars tried to exit at the same time.

Terry thrust a glass full of ice with white wine poured over it into my hand, and a glass of champagne into Crystal’s hands. We were all giving each other accolades for our performances. Terry kept repeating how great we had all done; he was a superb cheerleader.

I walked over the Cindy, “Hi. I’m Jim Mellon. Tonight was the first time I’ve really heard you sing. You are really going places – you’re good.” I stood a head taller than Cindy. In close conversation, I realized I could look down the bodice of her peasant blouse and admire the natural wonders that God had blessed her with – two of the roundest, most natural, smoothest, firmest, and best-formed breasts I had ever seen. I made a mental note to myself that savoring the taste and texture of those mammaries wou