Some Guys Have All the Luck

"Sorry Taylor, that was a little... intense. You ok?"

She slid a hand across her sticky, wet cheek and sucked on her fingers. "Don't apologise, Steve. That was fucking amazing. I wanted you to do that to me because I'm angry."

I was shocked. "Why?"

"Where's my trusty towel?" She looked around for a moment, then sighed. "Ah, fuck it -- I washed the last one." She wiped her face and breasts on the sheets. "They'll need a wash anyways. Reason I'm angry, Mr Steve O'Hara, is because the first time in years I meet a guy I like, he's in my life for just a few weeks. If those ladies are sad to see you go, then I don't know how this pretend, wannabe porn fraud -- whatever I am -- feels about it."

I held her tight. "You're no fraud, Taylor. You're every bit as beautiful and wild and naughty as Aspen and Mallory. But with you, there's much more of... I don't know -- a connection. Like I'm with someone real. With them it is amazing and I wouldn't change any of it, but with you? I'm not sure I can put it into words."

"Try."

I took a deep breath and tried to compose my thoughts. "Ok, they are two incredible ladies. One is all coy cuteness but with a naughty, dirty streak in her a mile wide. The other is a knowing, sexual predator who devours her prey, then spits them out whole, ready to go again."

"Yeah, about sums 'em up."

"So Aspen is, in her own words, a 'five-foot-nuthin' bundle of sexual joy.' And she is exactly that. She does things her way and is all the better for it. Mallory is a slightly intimidating, pneumatic box of pure, unadulterated and relentless filth. They were both exactly what I needed after my break-up and I couldn't believe my luck at landing in their midst."

"Can't imagine any guy not feeling that way."

I kissed the top of her head, almost scared at what I was about to say. "Then there was this lady called Taylor Whiteley. She walked into The Dockyard and when she told me Mallory wasn't coming to meet me, I hoped she may stay for a drink. When she refused, I felt more disappointed than when she told me about Mal. Then I found out she was playing a fishing game with me and I was so glad to be reeled in by her. More so than Aspen or Mallory."

"I'm just meat and potatoes, Steve. Those girls are the caviar and lobster."

"I ate caviar and lobster earlier, Taylor. I loved it, but I couldn't eat it every night. Besides, I'm not keen on meat and potatoes. I like spicy food. Exciting food. I've never felt less than wildly excited with Taylor Whiteley. Like those other ladies, she is overtly sexual -- maybe a little more restrained and understated than the other two but no less addictive. The other two are immediate, in your face beauties in their own way. They are utterly irresistible but what we have done together resonates with me a whole lot more. There is that connection I spoke about. It wasn't just gymnastic sex with a blue-haired kid or almost choreographed moves with a nubile older woman used to fulfilling the fantasies of her adoring public."

I held her face in my hands. "That was just fucking. Yes, it was amazing but you were just as good -- better in fact. And however intense we got, Taylor -- it was making love. Every last minute of it."

She was silent for a long moment. "I only have one way to answer such amazing eloquence, Steve."

"What's that, Taylor."

"Is there any way on God's Green Earth that you don't have to go back to Boston tomorrow morning?"

I couldn't let it end. "I'll call my boss first thing. I'll tell her I'm not ready to come back yet. But there's one problem."

"Might have known. What?"

"Someone is renting the condo from tomorrow."

"Then stay here."

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"Go easy on my back, because some insatiable bag of meat and potatoes raked me to the bone earlier."

"Oh the bitch! And you know what? Some douchebag shot his load on my face earlier too."

"The bastard."

"Make love to me, Steve."

"My pleasure, Taylor."

I called my boss first thing and told her I wasn't ready to come back. She was a little pissed but gave me another week to 'get ready'. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be ready.

Taylor had leave coming after her conference and we hung out together, fielding daily reports from Aspen and Mallory who were working in Providence, helping set up the latest member of 'Cottage Industry', a friend of Rhode_Island_Red's.

As our bonus week came towards its close we lay in silence, the balcony doors wide open. Moonlight streamed in and there was only the sound of the river and a few chirping birds and insects outside. It was a million miles away from the traffic noise at my apartment in Boston and I now dreaded going back even more.

I thought about it for a long time as we lay there. Was it the right decision? Was it best to leave it until I got back to the city and slept on it a few times there?

No -- if I went back without at least trying, it would never happen.

More fearful than I had felt in years, I broke the silence. "Taylor, I never expected this to happen -- any of it, least of all you and me. It's been special and I don't want it to end."

She snuggled in tight. "Me neither. I haven't wanted anyone in my life for a long time. Then my friend set me up with a lovely guy and I haven't been the same since. Problem is, that guy is heading back to Boston tomorrow and I'm going to miss him."

"Is the Condo I rented still up for sale?"

For once she sounded hesitant. "Yes. Why?"

"Well, the apartment in Boston -- it was mine before I met my wife. I bought it outright with a Trust Fund my grandparents set up for me, so she had no claim on it after the divorce. Besides, she was happy moving out to Cambridge with her Harvard lecturer, so it was all amicable in that respect."

"Are you going with this where I hope you're going?"

"If I sell the Boston apartment and downsize... maybe rent the Condo out when I'm not using it. Yeah, should be do-able. Problem is, I need to find a trustworthy, legit real estate agent with a personal touch that won't rip me off rotten. Know anyone like that around here?"

"Yeah, I hear there's one lady in town goes the extra mile for her clients." She wriggled from my grasp and straddled me, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. "She told me there hasn't been a sniff on the property for months. Old Mort Spiegler is desperate to sell. I'm sure she'll be able to talk him down in price."

"Not in her more... personal way, I hope?"

"Steve, Mort is nearly eighty years old. If I used my inimitable charms on him, the sale would more than likely be posthumous. I'll talk to him tomorrow - quietly. I have a good friend in real estate in Boston. I'll call her as well."

Taylor slid down the bed and took me in her mouth for a moment, then looked up. "I may just need to do something a little more personal down here for a while. Maybe look on it as a down-payment on my services, Sir?"

I stroked her hair. "Oh, don't worry Taylor, I'll leave a healthy deposit."

I closed my eyes and screamed a silent thanks to any God that was listening that I had by chance pitched up at the Riverside Condos some seven weeks earlier. I liked the idea of a weekend and holiday retreat a couple of hours out of town. Somewhere I could kick back, watch that deep river flow and drink fine craft beers up in town.

And partake of the occasional meal of caviar and lobster.

And of course, plenty of spicy meat and potatoes.

Epilog

I was just about to finish breakfast when the email envelope icon appeared at the top left of my tablet. Almost immediately another mail arrived and when I saw the names of the senders, I had to view them as soon as possible.

I was about to open the first when I heard that voice again, this time mercifully muted to a stage whisper.

"Hey, O'Hara!"

From the state of his shirt, Mac looked like he had worn most of his breakfast rather than eaten it.

"Morning Mac. Sleep well?"

"Eventually, yeah. Never had a thing for freaky girls before, but that Pinky kid? Fuck me, Steve, she's dynamite. And as I thought, the older woman - Valerie was it? Man, I'd pay good money for that kinda treatment. They sure took good care of that dude!"

I didn't bother to correct him about Mallory's name. "Yeah, quite a pair. Thought the guy did a good job too. Looked like they both got off pretty well."

"Uh-huh. Due respect - the guy wasn't packing much equipment, but he sure made a mess o'those gals. Looked like they loved every minute of it when they cleaned each other up. Sheeyit, that was some fuckin' load he popped on 'em!"

Despite my hatred of the man, I felt a strange swell of pride. "Yeah, it certainly was. Lucky guy, getting twenty minutes with those ladies."

He nudged me with an elbow. "Hell yeah, Steve. 'Course, had that been me, it would have been forty minutes, know what I'm saying?"

It had actually been over an hour, but Taylor had edited it down.

He was not finished though. "Bought myself a month subscription to 'Cottage Industry'. Some good shit on there. The Pinky kid as a robot was fun. Then there's one where that Valerie gal vapes on a guy's dick. Never been my thing, but fuck me, he obviously enjoyed it. When he blew his load it almost took her head off. Lucky bastard!"

What I wanted to say was, 'Yes, I did enjoy it, Mac. And Iam a lucky bastard.' Instead I gave a weary sigh. "But guys like us? Not going to happen, huh?"

"You said it, Stevie boy." He checked his watch. "Shit, long day of meetings ahead my friend. You all good?"

I finished my coffee. "Catch you in five, Mac. Just need to answer a couple of mails before we start."

Mac walked away, whistling the tune to 'Some Guys Have All the Luck', not realising the guy to whom he had just spoken really was that lucky.

The first mail was from someone called PB_00.

Hey, how's our fave anonymous co-star doing?

So glad you came up to the Bay last week. Hope you love the latest vids as much as we do. We just keep getting better. Hot, hot, hot and already getting rave reviews! You are awesome, Sahara Steve. Shame we can't credit you, but we understand. You will forever be part of team Cottage Industry. We can't take that away from you and the work we do will delight our fans until only statues remain.

And great news - I'll be in Boston early next month. Yay, go Aspen! I can't wait, so get ready for your next production. You're gonna make out with l'il ol' me and the wonderful Summer Lightning!

Oh and Mal says 'hi.' Be in touch and see ya soon.

Luvs and kisses, PinkyBlue.

The news I would be working with Aspen again sent a shiver down my spine. I was by now very familiar with the works of Summer Lightning from the Cottage Industry website and she and Aspen were utterly incendiary together. Once more I was in for a rare treat with my favorite little Smurf and her blonde bombshell friend.

The second mail meant that my already bright and shiny morning just got even better.

Dear Mr. O'Hara

Re: Purchase of No. 4, Riverside Condos, Smugglers Cove, Mass.

Our ref: W&M-17891-SoH

With regard to your recent purchase of the above holiday home, I am pleased to inform you that the keys will be available for handover from 1pm on Saturday, 11th September.

May I take this opportunity to thank you for your instruction to retain us as a renting agent for the property when you are not in residence.

We at Whiteley and Mason pride ourselves on personal service. As such, it is my intention to be present on Saturday next to hand over the keys to you in person.

I hope you approve, but as part of our company ethos of 'going the extra mile,' I have taken the liberty of arranging a small welcoming party for you. To begin proceedings, I will go down on my knees in your hallway and be the first person to perform fellatio on you in your new home. After a few moments of exquisite mouth work, I will be happy to show you to the master bedroom where a blue-haired budding porn starlet will be making out on your bed with a high-class, deluxe escort.

There, you will watch them at your leisure as I provide further oral stimulation until you are invited to join the ladies -- now including myself - for an afternoon of torrid sexual adventure.

Please be advised that this part of the welcome may be recorded for commercial use.

I have ensured that the refrigerator will be well stocked with champagne and canapés as it is anticipated the welcome will last well into the early hours of Sunday. To that end, I have invited Mr Scott Brooks and a friend to join us in the evening to provide additional services to the ladies.

As part of your agreement to rent though us, I must point out that you have declared the property to be non-smoking, so please confine any smoky or vaping blowjobs to outdoor areas such as upstairs balconies or the downstairs patio. Also, please be mindful of neighboring properties if undertaking such perverse acts.

I look forward to welcoming you to your new home-away-from-home in the wonderful surroundings of Smugglers Cove.

In conclusion, buckle up Sahara Steve O'Hara. Drive safe and arrive fully loaded cuz it's gonna be a fuckin' blast!

Yours sincerely,

Taylor Whiteley

I poured another coffee. The meetings could wait.

Mac Bernstein would never get to know it, but he was right.

Some guys have all the luck.

I'm just glad I'm one of them.