Chapter 3
"I want to thank you again, Susan," Philip Lang said to her at the rehearsal the next afternoon. "I was just wondering, though
"No," she said. "I really don't think that would be possible."
"What? You don't even know what I want to ask you."
"I know what you want. You want to know if you can use my place again to fuck Mary. I don't think that would be possible."
The handsome blond actor smiled at her, then shook his head.
"It's not Mary who I want to fuck," he said to her, and he smiled, then ran his long tongue over his lips.
She smiled back at him, but then, she turned her back on him.
She looked back down at the script, to keep her eyes off of his, for she knew that he was probably looking right at her, and hoping for some direct eye contact.
But she knew that she might melt under his gaze, and she knew something else.
She might give in, if he was persistent enough. After all, she kept thinking, last night I was punished for something that I didn't do, so why the fuck don't I go and do it now? It would only be fitting.
But she just didn't want to run the risk, and she was happy a little bit later when the director started the rehearsal.
She watched what was going on, and marked up her script each time she heard about some prop that would be needed for some scene that they were working on, but she still found it very hard to concentrate.
Her wrists, after all, still felt like they were on fire, and her ankles felt even worse, because of the horrid position that Alan had left her in the night before.
She watched Philip on stage though, and was quite amazed at how good looking he was. He looked even better this day.
Susan closed her eyes and thought about the first time she had met him. That had been about seven years back, when she had first been working in theater. She had been working backstage on an off-Broadway show, which he was starring in, and it was that show which would give him his big break, and bring out all the producers from Hollywood who wanted to make him a film star.
He had taken a liking to her back then; and she hadn't minded at all, since she was single, and he was the hottest looking man in the show. Also, it was reassuring to find an actor who liked women.
She had agreed to go home with him once, seven years back.
They had started to make love, and she had loved the fact that he had a hairy chest, for she loved hairy chests, but had found that most blond men didn't have them. They seemed to have, smooth hairless chests.
She remembered how nice Philip's dick had felt between her legs, as he had rubbed it there, but then, all of a sudden, she had felt him trying to tie her wrists.
She had felt the way he was struggling to pull the rope tight, and she had managed to pull herself free and slap him across the face.
"I don't want to be tied," she had told him. "I hate the idea of it."
"It's the way that I get off the best," he had said to her.
"I'm sorry to hear it. You can fuck me, but not tie me."
Since he had been so horny at the time, and his cock had still been nice and hard between her legs, he had done it the way she wanted it.
He had moved his cock into her cunt and he had started to thrust in and out of her at a nice, steady rate. She had sensed his disinterest in the fuck, and because of it, she hadn't been that into it herself.
In fact, she had thought he was one of the lousiest lays she had ever had.
He didn't really seem to care much about her, and every few thrusts, he would plant a kiss on her lips, almost as if he felt that it was more or less his duty to do it, and not at all as if he felt like he wanted to.
She had felt his cock pulsing inside of her cunt rather fast, and he had done nothing to try and hold back from coming right away.
So, after that first fucking, they hadn't really been with each other. They continued to work on that show, and when he had been taken out to Hollywood and made it big starring in his first film, she had been quite happy.
But then, when she had seen the way they were playing him up as a real lover's man, taking photos of him escorting this starlet and that starlet to one opening after another, she had always known better than to believe it.
She had always thought that it was a typical Hollywood hype job, because she had been to bed with him, and she knew hat he was a fair fuck.
In fact, fair was being nice to him, she had always reasoned. When she thought about all the people whom she had fucked, he seemed like he was one of the worst. Of course, she remembered that he had been into bondage, and she hadn't been, and she always thought that had something to do with it.
Maybe, she had reasoned, if I let myself get tied, he would have fucked me the way that he likes to fuck girls.
Anyway, she didn't know if he was fucking all of those starlets out in Hollywood. They wouldn't say anything like that in the papers, although there were many innuendoes which would make you assume that was what he was doing.
It had been years since she had seen him, and she remembered that she was rather shocked when she walked into the rehearsal of the current play, only to learn that Philip Lang was playing the lead.
"Why?" she had asked the director. "He's a big name. He could do anything that he wants. Why off-Broadway?"
"Because he knows that's where he'll really get a chance to show how good he is again. Look at it this way. The man was a hit in one off-Broadway show, and immediately he became a Hollywood sensation. But think about all his films there."
"One of his films is really all of his films," she had said, smiling.
"That's it. They cast him in one role, and that's all they're letting him do. It's reached the point now where people think he's a sucky actor, since he's been in six pictures and played the same kind of part in all of them. He knows that he can afford to work for off-Broadway scale, because of the millions he made out West, and he also knows that he'll really get a chance to show his talent."
"And you know that you'll get a chance to move this thing to Broadway if it turns out to be a hit with him in it."
"Ain't that the truth," the director had said to her, and they had both had a good laugh over that.
It was while they had been laughing that Philip Lang had walked over to find out what the joke was all about.
And it was then that he and Susan had seen each other for the first time in years.
Susan was sure that he had to remember their one time in bed together, although, he didn't remember it right away. At first, he had just looked at her, as if he was trying to wonder where he knew her from.
She had reminded him in a second, that she had been stage manager back then.
And then, she was positive that he had remembered, for he had seemed rather uncomfortable with her for a while, to the point where the director even said something to Susan on the third day of rehearsals.
"Are you and Philip having a thing?" he asked her. "I don't really think he likes you very much, and you know that can lead to trouble."
He didn't have to tell her what kind of trouble. Philip had his name over this play, and if he didn't like her, she would have to leave, because there was no way that a star would leave a show because he didn't get along with the prop mistress. It was easy to find another one.
"We're not having a thing," she said to the director.
"Well maybe you should, because I have a feeling he's going to come to me one day and ask that you be fired."
The idea of it had pissed her off, but she had been working in the theater long enough to know that it was possible. But this job was one of the best she had had, because the hours were short, but better than that, the theater was located so close to where she and Alan lived, which was the first time it ever happened like that.
It was a five minute walk from the apartment, she knew.
So that same afternoon when she and the director had talked, she had gone back to see him in his dressing room.
She had knocked on the door and he had told her to enter, without even knowing who was there. He was sitting in front of his mirror, stark naked.
Susan remembered that he had a habit of sitting in his dressing room naked, and that he even gave interviews in the buff.
She had had a good look at his body, and, if anything, he had looked even better. His chest was much more muscular, and she knew that was because of all the physically exhausting work he did out in Hollywood.
His cock had looked sensational, too, she remembered, even though it was sitting limp between his legs.
"You," he said to her, and she smiled at him, pleasantly.
"Yes, it's me. Do you remember me from years back?"
"Yes. I didn't recognize you right away, but it took some time."
"Is that why you're really bothered about me being here?" she asked.
"Does it show? I mean, I've been trying to hide the fact that I am."
"Not too well. Don talked with me, and he said he thinks you're going to want to get me fired. Is it that bad a memory?"
She had never really talked to him about what they had done, and how their one time in bed together had been a real down for her. She had assumed tha it had been a real down for him, too, and from the look on his face, she knew she was right.
"I just don't want you telling people things," he said to her.
"Come on. I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell. Besides, I know that you were into one thing, and I wasn't. That was the only reason it didn't work out. I know that if I had let you tie me, it would have worked out."
"You think so?" he had asked her then, and he had had a nice smile on his face.
"Yes, of course. Different strokes for different folks."
"Well, what do you say? How about it now?"
She had looked down between his legs then, and she had seen the way his cock was suddenly hard as a rock. She knew that it hadn't happened so suddenly, but she hadn't been watching him to see when it did change.
She knew that it had to be because he was thinking about getting her again.
After all, when she remembered their one time in bed, she remembered that the thing that just hadn't worked for them was the bondage.
Up until the point where he had tried to tie her up, things had been going too well. They had both seemed to be so hot over each other, but then, when he learned hat she didn't want to be bound, that was it.
The atmosphere had been broken, and there was no way she could get back into it, and certainly no way that he could, either.
"I'm married now," she said to him in his dressing room a few days ago. "I think that I might really want to make it with you, but I love my husband."
The part about making it with him had been a lie, since she knew that she didn't want to make it with someone who would tie her. The part about loving her husband had been the truth, though, and he had laughed.
"Love your husband? Well, you don't meet many faithful wives who would turn down Philip Lang."
"I know, but what can I tell you?" she had asked him.
"Well, you know something, Susan, I think that now we're going to get along fine. I must admit that I thought you were a threat to me, and I was really thinking of having you fired. After all, I need to concentrate on this play."
"But not now? You won't have me fired now, will you?"
"No," he said to her, and he had smiled at her.
When he had stood up to let her out of the dressing room, she had noticed the way his hard dick stood straight out, and bobbed up and down as he opened he door.
She had leaned over and had kissed him on the cheek.
"If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know," she had said.
She hadn't really thought that he would take her up on it.
After all, he was rich and famous now, and she didn't think that there was anything she could do for him that he couldn't just do for himself. There was nothing that she could buy for him that he could go out and buy for himself, and chances were good that he could spend more money on anything that he wanted, too.
She had noticed the way he seemed to be having a good rapport with Mary Ryan, one of the actresses in the play.
As far as Susan had been concerned, Mary had to be a good fuck.
For Susan thought that the girl's talent was minimal, and the only way she was sure Mary could have gotten her part was to have fucked Don, the director. Of course, she never said anything about it to anyone, for she had learned how to keep her mouth shut and just do her job.
She didn't really know how Philip had known about where she lived.
But then again, there had been that afternoon when a lot of them had been going out for lunch, and he had asked her. She had said that she had to go home and do something, and when he had gotten back to the theater after lunch, she had already been back. Of course, that could have let him assume she lived nearby.
For a few days ago, he had called her into his dressing room.
For some reason, Susan was sure he was going to fire her, even though they already had had their talk a few days before that.
He was naked, as usual, but not hard. He just smiled at her, and then he asked her where she lived.
When she told him, he had smiled even more. Then, of course, he wanted to know why.
"Well, I don't want the cast to know about me and Mary."
"I think that they already see something happening," she told him.
"Fine. Let them see something happening, but I don't want them to know just what it is that's happening. I want no talk from anyone."
"Well, what do you want from me?" she had asked him.
"I want to use your apartment, Susan. You live so close, and I'd love to take Mary there one afternoon and fuck her. You know what I'm into, and I think it could get a little too noisy in my dressing room."
Susan had smiled then. She had been thinking about what it would be like to hear the sound of whipping from outside of his dressing room, followed by the sound of Mary Ryan's moaning, and she had loved the idea of it.
"I really don't know," she had said to him. "My husband is home some afternoons and I don't think he would like it."
"Who gives a fuck about him? I wouldn't like it. I don't want anyone to know that I'm going to your place, not even him. I just want you, Mary and me to know, and that's all. I really have a reputation to think about now. And you have a job."
It was a subtle way of telling her that she either let him use the place, or he was going to see to it that she was fired.
So, of course, she had to let him use the place. They had arranged to use it two days ago, and she had gone with them.
She had thought that she would eat her lunch while they used the bedroom.
"I wouldn't mind if you watched though," Philip told her. "In fact, I hink that I could get off on it. You know what exhibitionists us actors are."
And so, she had watched it all.
As she sat in the theater now watching them rehearse, she couldn't stop thinking about how Philip had fucked Mary.
First, they had started to kiss, and she, Susan, had been standing by the bedroom door watching it all. Then, Philip had placed his hands on Mary's shoulders and he had forced her down on her knees.
"Open my zipper with your teeth," he had said, but when she tried to use her hands, he had grabbed them and he had slapped her.
Susan would never forget the gasp that she heard from the girl. It was enough to let her know that Mary was very much turned on.
He started to tie her hands together behind her back, with some piece of rope that he had brought with him, and then, he had commanded her to open his zipper with her teeth once more, which she started to do.
He had pulled his cock out of his pants, and he had moved it toward her mouth.
As Mary had opened her mouth to take him in, Philip had rammed his cock between her lips good and hard, so that Susan heard the slapping sound of his groin hitting her nose and chin. Mary had moaned again.
Then, Philip had started to fuck her face, nice and hard.
As he had been doing it, he had started to undress himself, too. Susan loved the way his strong chest looked, even more than she had loved it in his dressing room. There was something, she imagined, about the glow of sex, for he was looking hotter while he was turned on and fucking Mary's mouth.
In fact, it was almost as if he knew that Susan had been turned on, for he had looked over at her and winked.
"Sure you won't join us?" he had asked, between short breaths. .
She had shook her head no. She didn't want to join them.
She saw the way he started to thrust his cock faster as he was opening his pants, and soon, they had slid down around his legs.
Susan had loved he look of his ass as he thrust back and forth, and then, he had started to moan louder and louder.
"Yeah, take my come, bitch," he had said, and Susan knew that he had to be coming in Mary's mouth, for he had said so himself.
Mary was obviously not able to swallow all the come, for a few drops of the white cream slid out of the side of her mouth. Susan remembered thinking that she would like to lick that come away, for come was come, and she loved the taste.
But she knew if she got involved even a little, she would go all the way.
At the time, too, she was thinking that she didn't want to be tied anyway, and that was how Philip loved it.
Philip had kept his cock in Mary's mouth for a few minutes, and then he had pulled himself all the way out. He had still been hard.
He had slid his hands under the girl's armpits, and he had lifted her to her feet. Then, he had pushed her back on the bed, and he started to strip her.
When it came time to take off her blouse, he couldn't, because of the way he had already tied her hands, so he untied her, then took off the blouse, and then tied her two hands to the bedposts of the bed.
Then, he slid her pants and panties off.
She had a beautiful looking cunt, Susan remembered thinking, and she had seen quite a number of hot pussies in her day, because whenever she would go visit Alan where he worked, there were always a number on display.
She had watched the way that Philip had taunted the young girl at first.
He had moved his cock to her cunt, as if he was about to enter her, and then, when her cunt lips would start to wrap around his shaft, he would pull back. Soon, Mary had been begging him to fuck her.
And Susan had loved it when he did enter her. She had only seen people fucking in films, and had never seen it happening in front of her.
Because both of the people involved were quite attractive, she was getting off as they were both getting hotter and hotter. She remembered the way that Philip had looked over at her many times, just to see if she wanted to join.
But she kept shaking her head no. She preferred to watch.
When Philip raised her legs up a little more, so that he had to raise his body up more, too, Susan could see the way his balls were swinging back and forth between his legs, and she loved the way that it looked.
However, when he started to physically and verbally abuse the girl, she did have some doubts in her mind. She thought that there was something strange about a man who had to get off that way, and something even stranger about the girl who would let him abuse her in such a way.
Still, she knew what sexual heat was all about, and if they were both turned on, then there couldn't be anything wrong with it.
She thought that there was only something wrong when one partner didn't like what was happening, but they didn't care.
Had she let Philip tie her up years back, that would have been the case. She would have been doing it only because he wanted to, but she had no desire for it.
There was that one point when she had heard him moaning loud, and then he had thrust deep into Mary's cunt, and had held himself.
She had been sure that he was coming, just because of the way his ass cheeks seemed to spasm. She knew how tense a man was when he was coming in a woman, and Philip had had that kind of tenseness to his body.
Then, after a while, he had started to thrust in and out of her again, and Susan had started to get off on it once more.
She had noticed the scent of sex in the room, and had inhaled deeply. She had always been turned on by the sent of sex, and that time was no different. She had felt the way her cunt was getting wetter.
It hadn't taken him as long to come the second time, but she was sure that he was well aware of the time.
They had to be back at the theater very soon, and Philip wanted to make sure that he wasn't late, because if he was, they would all notice who else was late, and that was the way rumors got started.
So he had thrust fast, and Susan had heard him moaning again, and she was sure that he was having his second orgasm, although, she didn't know if he had come the first time when he had been in her cunt.
He could have just slowed down to keep from coming that time.
After he had pulled out and had gone to the bathroom, she had untied the girl, and that , was when they had talked.
Now, as she sat watching them on stage, she felt how hot she was getting.
She remembered that after they had gone back to rehearsal the afternoon when he had used her apartment, she had been super horny. She had asked Don if she could go out for a couple of minutes, to get something to drink, but she was really running off to the bathroom to masturbate.
It was the only way she knew she would be able to concentrate.
So she had closed the stall door, stripped off her pants and panties, and she had started to play with her pussy.
Susan remembered the way she had been thinking about fucking Philip, but she had been thinking about it with a difference. In her fantasy, she was not bound, and she was able to run her hands down his hot body, and over his buttocks, which she had been watching while he had been fucking Mary.
She imagined that she was cupping and massaging his hot ass cheeks as he was moving his thick cock in and out of her cunt, pressing his hairy chest against her nipples at the same time, and sure enough, soon, she had come hard.
She had cleaned herself up, and she had gone back to the rehearsal.
Now, as she watched him on stage, she was starting to get turned on again.
She kept thinking about something. She thought about the way that Alan had tied her up the night before, and even though she had not liked it, she had been able to get herself turned on, so that she felt really hot.
She wondered if she could do it again.
After all, if she could get hot being tied up, then she knew that Philip could get hot fucking her, and she imagined that it would be a fuck she'd never forget.
Also, he was a star. That made a big difference.
She kept thinking about how one day, she would be able to tell her grandchildren that she and Philip Lang had had a thing. Then, she laughed. She wondered if Philip's name would still be as popular with her grandchildren.
"Susan, is there anything wrong?" she heard Don ask her then.
"What? Oh, no. Why do you ask?"
"Because we're at the most serious part of the play, and you're sitting here laughing. How do you expect the actors to get into it when you laugh?"
"Shit, Don, I'm sorry," she said to him. "I really am. I swear, that I had no idea. My mind was wandering."
And then, she looked up at Philip, whose monologue she had interrupted. He was looking at her, almost as if he knew where her mind had been wandering off to.