The Price of Fame

Aileen and I showered together, with Stella calling out the time at regular intervals.

"Lay off, Stella, we'll make it on time," I called out to her after about her fifth time check.

"I just want to make sure that you two love birds don't get carried away again. You realise that you kept the people in the next suite awake all night, don't you?"

"Stella, you're in the next suite," I replied.

"Yeah, but Norman doesn't have your stamina, Duncan. He poor bugger needs to get some rest now and again." She laughed back at me.

"You've caught the bugger then?"

"Of course, we're in love!" Stella gave a false cough, and I felt sorry for poor old Norman. Well, for the future of his bank account anyway.

When Aileen and I came out of the shower we discovered that Aileen's luggage was lying on the bed. Stella explained that she'd arranged for Aileen's room-mate to bring it over. "We can't have the press spotting Aileen in your hotel dressed in the same clothes she was wearing yesterday can we."

"But how did you know she'd be here this morning?"

"Well, it stood to reason really to anyone who saw you two together yesterday anyway. You'd either be here, at the Carpenters' or at Aileen's digs. As she's sharing a room I didn't think that was likely. And the Carpenters keep their place locked up like Fort Knox so the press couldn't get anything from there, so if you'd slept there it wouldn't matter. It's called watching your reputation, Duncan; it's what I charge all that money for. Now can we eat and get going?"

Aileen couldn't go with us because she had to rehearse for the show she and the rest of her troop was doing. Although it had been decided that she was quitting the troop she didn't feel that she could let her friends down at such short notice. So Stella and I went off to the function on our own.

"Where's Aileen Price this morning, Duncan?" A faceless reporter shouted as Stella and I exited the car at the end of yet another red carpet. God, I'd seen too many red carpets that week and would be glad when the damn film festival was over. Neither Stella nor I replied to the reporter's question anyway.

I think Stella and I were both surprised that the press had discovered who'd left Norman's party with me. Stella swore blind that she hadn't let out Aileen's identity to them, although she admitted tipping the press off that we were on our way to the shore the day before.

Later that afternoon after Stella and I had returned to the hotel, she burst into my suite carrying several British newspapers.

"Well, someone recognised Aileen pretty quickly. Listen to this?" Stella said then began reading snippets from one of the showbiz gossip columns.

"Author Duncan King has found his princess at last." She looked up at me and smiled. "Last evening author Duncan King was seen leaving a party aboard millionaire Norman Stanley's luxury yacht, with Aileen Price, the beautiful model who famously fell from grace because of her backstage tantrums. Aileen has apparently been at the festival all week, but for some inexplicable reason has been travelling incognito. Yesterday Price and the handsome author King tried to slip off of Stanley's yacht unseen early in the evening. They were hustled away to an unknown destination by their private security people." Stella looked at me and grinned. "Got that all arse about face, haven't they?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure how Helen and John will like that idea of being described as our bodyguards."

"I think providing they can't be recognised in these pictures they won't give a damn. I've met those two before and they like to remain incognito when they can. Nearly all of the papers say roughly the same thing. I wonder how they will explain away Aileen cavorting around on that stage this evening. Are you going to watch her, by the way?"

"I'd like to, yes, that's if I can get in without the press climbing all over me."

"We'll sort something out, but we'd better watch out for the paparazzi if you intend to bring her back here again tonight."

"I have no intention of bringing Aileen anywhere, Stella. Aileen goes where she wants to."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound quite like that. But you know what I mean."

I was spotted in the audience that evening, and when Aileen and I left by the stage door, I think we got more attention from the press than the pop singer her little troop of four dancers had been supporting. I also got the feeling that the singer wasn't too enamoured that all four dancers were leaving with me and not going to the little party he had planned for later. We all went to a different party at John and Helen's château again.

The following day Stella and I flew back to the UK because I had pre-planned book signings to attend. Aileen and the girls had numerous more bookings in southern Europe so she couldn't come with me. The little sensation of Aileen and me being seen together in the south of France had unexpectedly resulted in a sudden rush of modelling bookings for Aileen as well.

She called me almost the moment they started coming in and asked me what she should do about them.

"What do you mean, what should you do?" I asked.

"Well, should I take the jobs on or not?"

"Darling, you're a model, aren't you? I have no intention of buggering up your career again. I'm happy with whatever you decide, but I should imagine that if you blow the buggers off now, then they might decide to forget about you again."

"So ... so you're telling me that you don't mind if I take them?"

"Aileen, if you don't take them, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Of course you should take anything that comes along. You can afford to be choosy when you're back on top again."

"Thanks, sweetheart, but I've turned down the offer from Hugh Hefner anyway."

"What!"

"Just kidding, I'll see you soon. Love you!"

I think I sat there for about ten minutes staring at the handset in my hand. Those two words "love you" - how I had missed hearing them for so long.

Aileen suddenly had modelling work coming at her from all directions and it was to be almost eight weeks before we were together again.

I didn't even hear her arrive at the cottage and I was even more surprised that she still had her key to the place. Lucky I hadn't had the locks changed, or it would have spoilt her surprise for me.

There I was, lost in my own little world, bashing away at my keyboard when Aileen snuck up behind me. I didn't even see her reflection in the monitor. The first I knew of her presence was when she began chewing on and breathing into my left ear.

"Carry on like that and I'll never get this chapter finished," I said without looking up.

"How many more words?"

"I dunno, a thousand or so maybe."

"Bugger that, I can't wait that long!" she said, spinning my chair around so that I was facing her.

I found myself confronted by a very naked Aileen, and those augmented breasts of hers were right at my eye level when she straddled my legs and sat on them.

"Oh, my, how I've missed you!" she said as I sucked her left nipple into my mouth. "Oh, boy, you are good, you know." She moaned "But don't forget the other one." I moved my attention to her right nipple. "Christ, I was mad to walk away from you like I did."

"Don't start all that again, Aileen. We did all the bleeding-heart bit down in France."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Anyway my turn now." Aileen slid backwards off of my knees and settled herself on the floor.

With deft efficiency she unfastened my belt and undid my trouser fly.

"Hi, mate, how ya' been keeping?" she said as her little friend came into view. Then she set about giving the best blowjob that I'd had in years.

I think it's only fair to point out that I've only had four different women give me blowjobs in my whole life. The first and undoubtedly the best and most experienced at the art was a thirty-odd-year-old and rather kinky neighbour of my parents. I was fifteen the first time she sucked my little dick dry; I won't go into further details here, but she seemed to have a fetish for sucking cocks. I never did get the chance to fuck her, or even get more than a cursory feel of her tits. But she sucked my cock to completion every chance she got for about four years, until she got married again. I'd used my experience with her to teach Aileen how to give a good blowjob and that day Aileen showed me that she hadn't forgotten a thing.

The other two occasions were one-night-stands whilst on my book signing tours. Neither of which were memorable nor worth writing home about or describing here. Actually the disappointment of those two nights kind-a rubbed in what I'd lost when I'd let Aileen slip away from me.

I was lying back in my chair enjoying the exquisite feelings Aileen was subjecting me to when I suddenly realised I was just about there. Now one thing that I knew Aileen didn't like was me ejaculating into her mouth. I'd done it a couple of times when I'd gotten lost in the pleasure she was giving me. But Aileen had coughed and spluttered on both occasions and thrown up all over the bedroom carpet one time.

"Woe there, calm down baby, I'm just about there," I told her.

She stopped her ministrations, looked up and smiled at me. Then reached out, grabbed the waste bin from beside my desk and pulled it closer to her.

"Just in case, but I'm going to crack getting this right even if it kills me," she said and returned to her ministrations.

"You don't have to..." I started saying.

"Of course I don't have to, Warren, otherwise you wouldn't have warned me," she said breaking from her efforts again. "The fact is, I want to. You never stop when I reach a climax. You just keep on driving me wild. Anything you can do for me I want to do for you. Especially now!"

"What's so special about now?" I asked, but Aileen just continued bobbing her head and waved a hand at me.

She did cough and she did splutter. Then she sat back and smiled at me, before opening her mouth to show me what I'd deposited in there. Then with a slight grimace, she swallowed it all and then sat there grinning at me.

"I don't know what I was so worried about, I think I'll get used to the taste quite quickly."

"Why should you want to?" I asked. Not really knowing why I had asked the stupid question.

"Well, I should imagine that in a few months, it's about all your going to get."

"It is? Why?"

"I'll have to speak with the doctor to see what month we have to stop in," she replied. I'm not sure what expression came over on my face. But Aileen went on, "I'm late, Warren, very late and you know that I'm never late. The test I did the other week came up positive."

"Jesus, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd panic. Now calm down and take a few deep breaths before you start to hyperventilate."

Aileen was right; I was hyperventilating. I did again a few weeks later when the doctor told us Aileen was expecting twins and yet a third time when the ultrasound nurse corrected the count to triplets.

A panic telephone conversation with Stella the following morning put her into top gear wedding planner mode. She'd been through the routine so many times by then that she had the planning and organisation side of things down to a fine art. I suppose we got some discounts from a few of the suppliers as well, because Stella was planning her own wedding to Norman at the same time. Although their wedding was a lot bigger and more expensive than ours.

Aileen gave birth to our three beautiful girls the following February. Our first son followed two years later and the second a year after that. Life was sweet and most of my books have sold well and keep selling. I've also written quite a few outline plots for a TV series that's in the negotiation stage now.

Aileen ... well, she was still modelling when she was eight months pregnant with the girls. Pregnant or not she's still in regular demand but she cut down on working quite a bit, preferring to spend her time with the children or reading through my efforts and finding things she thinks I can do better. We're happy with each other and that's the most important thing.

Oh, Stella and Norman. Well, funny thing that, they are still married; unusual for Stella to keep a man that long. I have to wonder if it's got anything to do with Norman's children. Stella seems to dote on them. Oh, Norman was a widower, but I have no idea how his first wife passed away.

I'll bet you're all wondering, much the same as I did, why Aileen was not on the pill and got pregnant so quickly when we were in France. Well, the truth be told, Aileen's explanation - and I have no cause to doubt it — is that she wasn't on the pill because she wasn't planning to have sex with anyone.

"But you said that you had a couple of guys," I replied in a thoughtless moment.

"When I told you that I had a couple of guys, Warren, I meant that I had a couple of boyfriends but I didn't sleep with any of them. I had no intention of sleeping or having sex with anyone, so there was no need for me to take any precautions, was there? And, well, you never did stop to ask, did you?"

"Point taken," I replied.

Life Goes On

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