Chapter 15

BREAKFAST FOR TWO

"Eggs?"

"Fried and over."

"Coming up," Andrea smiled, turning back to her work in the kitchen. She was wearing only a Turkish towel wrapped around her waist. Both breasts were bare.

She looks like a golden Goddess of the Amazon cooking in my kitchen, Dick thought.

"God!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

Andrea turned. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," Dick responded. "It was just an expression. I still can hardly believe you're real and that last night was last night and this morning is here. I'm so flabbergasted."

"I'm happy," Andrea said, bustling back and forth in the kitchen. "I'm really glad we got so polluted before we went to bed last night."

"Why?" Dick asked. "Do you think that made the sex between us any better?"

"Oh, no!" Andrea laughed. "Not at all!"

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Dick admitted. "Because I don't think so either. I've gone to bed with lots and lots of girls stoned out of my mind. I've screwed in practically all possible variations of high, but I never found it had much of an effect on the sex itself. Sometimes it did wonders for my attitude and made me forget I was bored by the person I was with, but it never served in the way of the actual sex. It didn't make it better or worse that I ever noticed." Suddenly he laughed. "That was a big speech to say a lot of nothing, Andrea. From now on everything is so new to me that I don't even know what I'm talking about."

"Pumpkin," she said endearingly. "As long as I know what you mean, none of it matters." He smiled.

"What you're saying is certainly true,"

Andrea continued, "Our being tipsy had nothing to do with the paradise we found in bed. But what I meant was the talking and the telling you things normally a girl would be shy and reticent to even express."

"Like what?"

Andrea blushed. "Most women are afraid to tell a man on the first date just how much he means to them. They try to pretend that they're sophisticated and all. Well, Dick, I couldn't do that. I may have slept with a thousand men before I met you, but now that I have I know that there will never be even one more. You or nothing." She spoke firmly. "The door to my cunt is closed."

"Do you mean that?"

She nodded.

"That's beautiful, Andrea. I'm deeply touched."

"Eat your grapefruit, Dick, or I'll burst into tears. When you look at me that way my stomach seems to melt."

"Mine too."

"What time is it now? After eight? What time do you have to be at work, Dick. Will we have time to fuck before you do?"

"Of course." He pushed the grapefruit aside. "Right now is fine with me and right here is perfect!"

"On the kitchen table?"

"Why not?"

Andrea laughed. "Eat the grapefruit. Then drink the coffee and then eat the eggs! I've got to keep you healthy. We're going to do our fucking on a full stomach. Slow and leisurely. All right, my love?"

"Whatever you say," Dick replied. "I'm yours to command. Sometimes I absolutely feel bewitched by you."

"You are," Andrea laughed. "In the best of all possible ways."

"With the power of your cunt?"

She blushed. "Oh, Dick, may I use the phone?"

"Of course!"

"I have to call home. I should have told them last night that I wouldn't be home but I wasn't quite sure then. During dinner that duck convinced me."

"Quack! Quack!"

Andrea laughed, dialing the number. Billy answered on the third ring. "Good morning, Billy, it's me, Andrea. Did Mimosa get off to school all right? ... what about your audition last night? ... Leo what? ... Me? ... I am fine, Billy, and I may even have some very, very good news for you! Wouldn't you like to be able to get out of that play? We'll talk about it later ... I'll be home before noon ... good, Billy, love, I'll see you then." She put donw the phone, a frown crossing her face.

"Something wrong?" Dick asked.

Andrea hesitated. "Possibly. But I'm not quite sure yet. My brother Billy has some strange ideas."

"About what?"

"Well, Dick, I told you he's been discouraged by being unable to find a job doing a TV commercial. Despite all the compliments he gets, everyone reacts just about as you did yesterday. They say he'd be just fine if only he had a test reel of film for them to look at."

"That's understandable, Andrea," Dick explained. "Sometimes people photograph on film quite differently than they appear to the eye. A professional can judge easily enough, but there aren't too many of those, especially as sponsors. Don't you worry about this, Andrea. I'll get Billy something even if I have to pay for a test reel of film to be shot myself."

Andrea smiled. "You don't have to do that, Dick. You know you don't have to do that, Dick. I'm yours to fuck with no strings attached. All I want from you is exclusive use of your cock and balls."

"Not my mouth?"

Andrea laughed.

"Of course I know that I don't have to do anything to help Billy in his career," Dick said. "I will because I want to do it. Now not another word about it, Angel. You leave Billy's career completely in my hands. They are the best pair of hands in the business, let me tell you-not very modestly, but altogether true. From now on Billy's career is well taken care of!"

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I mean it!"

"How can I ever thank you?"

"You can't!" Dick replied, "except with your cunt. And I only want that for mutual joy. Billy will work out just fine, because I'm doing it for my own good as well. I believe in the boy, you see, especially now that I know a little of his family background. He's beautiful enough to make it in this business. And that's good for my reputation too."

"Is it?"

Dick nodded. "Within a year Billy will be one of the top young actor-models in the country. Naturally that will enhance my reputation." He laughed. "The man with an infallible eye. That's me."

Andrea grinned, but the doubt had not yet left her face. A flicker of worry darkened her expression.

Dick reached out to touch her hand. "Still Billy?" he asked. "What's bothering you?"

"Billy," Andrea admitted. "The conversation just now was too cursory to be indicative of anything, but still I'm worried. Do you know Leo Green?"

Dick nodded thoughtfully. "Green, hmmm, yes I do, Andrea-but, well, not personally. Leo Green-sort of an off-Broadway genius, isn't he? The self-proclaimed variety. He's been involved in a number of messy things, and something new I read about that really sounded distasteful."

"A Circus of Sex?"

"That's it!" Dick exclaimed. "The Theatre of Sexual Expression. Isn't that what is is supposed to be called?"

"Billy's involved with Leo."

"How?"

Andrea shrugged. "I don't really know. Not yet anyway. But I certainly intend to find out."

Dick looked troubled. "That could be bad news, Andrea. None of the sponsors will tolerate an actor in a commercial if he's be in one of those so-called sex dramas. This could ruin Billy's career before it's even begun!"

"That's exactly what I was afraid of!"