Made For Sex (14 page)

“Will do,” Bryce said as he walked toward the bedroom door. “Call you soon.”

The Village Tavern, known affectionately in Greenwich Village as the fat-factory, was not one of Carla's usual restaurants. It specialized in mammoth hamburgers, great steaks, forty-five varieties of beer, and desserts covered with real whipped cream. Patrons joked that an ambulance stood by at dinnertime in case of a heart attack.

The two men who sat at the table in the back of the Village Tavern were not Carla's usual type of client. As she studied them she saw that, except for the fact that one man wore rimless glasses, they looked as alike as two men who weren't related could. Both men were of medium height and build with ruddy complexions and weathered skin. Both men appeared to be in their thirties, with well-muscled arms and upper bodies. Their heads were together and they were deep in conversation.

As Carla approached, the darker of the two obviously said something funny and both men roared. “Which is Dean and which is Nicky?” asked Carla, dropping into an empty chair.

Both men looked at Carla, and looked and looked. Carla smiled easily, enjoying their frank admiration of her white cotton man-tailored shirt, western vest, and tight-fitting, stonewashed jeans. She wore a multicolored zuni fetish necklace and matching earrings and had applied little makeup. The two men were silent for a long moment, then spoke simultaneously.

“He's Dean.”

“I'm Dean.” They laughed together, a warm sound that made Carla imagine how nice it would feel to be so close. “Timmy wasn't kidding when he told me you were a knockout,” Dean said. “Until you got here, Nicky and I had been wondering whether this was a dumb idea. Now I think we've done real good.”

“Tim told me that you two had some recent good luck,” Carla said. Tim Sorenson had called Carla and told her that Dean Gerard and his friend Nicky Romano wanted to employ her for an evening. Except for vouching for Dean's character and setting up the meeting, Tim would tell her nothing else.

“We won fifteen thousand dollars in the lottery. Seventy-five hundred each.”

“I've never met a lottery winner before,” Carla said. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Nicky said. The waiter arrived and Dean suggested a German beer that Carla had never heard of. When Carla nodded, Dean held up three fingers and the waiter disappeared.

“Tell me a little about yourselves,” Carla said, aware that she was treating them like a pair rather than two individuals.

Dean did the talking. “We both work for the city department of sanitation. Sometimes we toss garbage cans and sometimes one of us drives a truck. In the winter we shovel and plow.” No wonder they have such great arms, Carla thought. “We've been doing this for almost fifteen years and we met our first day on the job. Nicky and me are a team.”

“Married?”

“Dean is, I'm not,” Nicky said. “Not anymore.”

“And how do you know Tim?” Carla asked. “He told me almost nothing when he called.”

Dean took a breath and pushed his glasses toward the bridge of his nose. “I've known Timmy for many years. We met in a beginner's photography class and we've kept in touch ever since.” Dean looked at Carla. “I know, I don't look like a photographer but I've been into picture taking since I was a kid.”

The waiter put their beers on the wooden trestle table in front of them and listed the specials of the day.

“I'll have the double lamb chops, medium rare, french fries, and a salad with Roquefort dressing,” Carla said. In for a penny….

“A woman after my own heart,” Nicky said. “Make that two.”

“Three,” Dean said and the waiter disappeared. “You know, this is all a bit strange,” he continued, “so let me get to the point and explain what I have in mind. Timmy told me that you're a call girl.”

“Dean, that's not a nice thing to say,” Nicky said. He turned to Carla. “Sorry, Carla. This is kind of awkward.”

“It's okay,” Carla said. “I enjoy having sex and fulfilling men's fantasies and I do it for money. I guess that makes me a call girl.”

“Fantasies,” Dean said. “That's what Timmy said. And I've had a fantasy for as long as I can remember. I want to direct a movie.”

“A movie?” Carla said.

“A movie. Just a short thing. Nicky's going to be the male star and we want you to be the girl star.”

Carla had a moment to consider the proposal as the waiter arrived with the most enormous chops she had ever seen. When he was gone, Carla took a bite. “Fabulous,” she said. “Tell me more about this movie.”

“I love to watch X-rated movies and I've always wanted to direct my own,” Dean said. “I want to do one that's better than the crap that's out there.”

“Don't get us wrong, Carla,” Nicky said. “We don't want to sell it or anything. We just want to make it and then watch it ourselves.”

“I've never been in a movie,” Carla said. “It might be fun. But I don't want to go to my local theater and see my name in lights or my naked body on the screen.”

“Of course not. That's not at all what we have in mind,” Dean said. “Hey, Nicky, can you picture the guys we know watching you naked?”

Nicky got a strange look on his face but Carla decided to go along with the idea. “If Tim says that you guys can be trusted, it's fine with me.”

“That's terrific.” They spent the rest of the meal discussing the film's almost meaningless plot.

As the three finished gigantic pieces of apple pie with homemade vanilla ice cream, Dean reached into his pocket and withdrew an envelope. “For your time,” he said. “I hope it's right. Timmy told us about your usual fee, but there are two of us and…well….”

Carla put the envelope into her purse without looking inside. “I'm sure it's fine,” she said. “Now, where to?”

“I've taken a suite in a hotel,” Dean said. “Nicky knows where. I've set up lights and some fancy video stuff I rented but let me have one final check and get ready.” He glanced at the dinner check and put a few bills on the table. “You two wait here for a few minutes, then follow along. Come into the room together and we'll take it from there.”

Nicky raised his hand to his forehead in a mock salute. “You got it, boss, Mr. Director, sir.” He turned to Carla. “I hope this works out.”

Carla and Nicky talked for ten minutes, then made their way to a suite in the Gramercy Park, an older hotel in the low twenties. As they approached the door, Nicky said, “You know what we're doing?”

“I guess,” Carla answered. “It's a little loose.”

“We'll fake it.” Nicky knocked, then inserted a key in the lock and opened the door. Carla entered and saw the camera, filming their actions. She turned to Nicky, waiting at the door. “I had a nice evening,” she said, working herself into the part she was playing. “I enjoyed myself a lot.”

“Me too,” Nicky said. They were supposed to be coming back from their first date. “Can I come in for a nightcap?”

“I'm kind of tired,” Carla said.

“I won't be long. I just don't want the evening to end yet.”

Carla and Nicky walked into the sitting room of the two-room suite that Dean had rented. It was done in cream and gold, with accents of light blue and gray. The heavy ivory drapes were tightly drawn and all the lights were lit, supplemented with two bright spotlights aimed at the sofa.

Nicky closed the door and leaned against it. “You know I want you,” he said. “Your gorgeous body has been driving me nuts all evening.”

Carla's character was supposed to be reluctant, but persuadable. “But we hardly know each other,” she said.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Carla laughed. “I believe in lust at first sight.”

“Oh sugar,” Nicky said. “Let me make love to you.”

“Cut,” Dean said. “That's great. Let's move to the sofa. Now Nicky, let's say that you and Carla have been making out. Kiss her good, then show me how you get her to start undressing and how you begin touching her.”

“This is really weird,” Nicky said.

“It's kind of fun,” Carla said. “I like being directed, told how to act.” She sat on the ivory upholstered couch, ruffled her hair, and extended her arms. “Come here and convince me.”

Nicky looked at Dean, shrugged, and sat beside Carla. He kissed her tentatively, brushing his lips against hers. He stroked her hair back from her temples and kissed her forehead. “Hey, Nicky,” Dean said. “I don't have endless film. Let's get serious.”

“This is making me really uncomfortable,” Nicky whispered, his lips against her cheek.

“I understand,” Carla answered
soto voce.
“It can be weird having to perform.”

“All right,” Dean said, “cut. When you whisper I can't hear you. Listen. I gotta take a leak. You two figure out the rest of the show and I'll be right back.”

When they were alone, Nicky said, “This seemed to be a terrific idea when Dean dreamed it up. Now, I'm afraid I won't be able to…you know. Those guys in the movies are so well hung and seem to get it up whenever….”

“It'll be okay.”

“Oh it's not you. I just don't think I can perform on command.”

Carla unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, took Nicky's hand and stroked it softly over her breast. “I won't let you embarrass yourself. I promise.”

Nicky slid his palm over Carla's erect nipple. “You're very sexy,” he said.

“Hey, I've got an idea,” Carla said, sitting up. “Let's make Dean tell us exactly what he wants. Move for move. We do nothing unless he tells us to. That sounds extremely sexy to me. And no pressure on either of us.”

Nicky took a shaky breath. “You mean that he calls all the shots?” He paused. “Actually, that sounds sexy as hell.”

Dean had returned and overheard Nicky's last sentence. “You want me to tell you guys what to do?”

“Right,” Carla said. “It's hard to pretend to be part of some story and get turned on at the same time.”

“Hummm. Being the director for real. It sounds kinky. The audio will pick up what I say.” He paused to think it through. “Telling you to suck and fuck…sounds hot.”

“Not fucking,” Carla corrected. “Making love. Touching, stroking, kissing, licking, you tell us everything. And remember that if we're not hot and ready to fuck when you say so your movie has no final scene and it isn't our responsibility.”

“I love a challenge,” Dean said. “Okay with you, Nicky?”

“Just so long as you understand that if I don't get hard, it's your fault, not mine.”

“Okay. I like this. Let's go into the bedroom.” Quickly, Dean moved his lights and video equipment into the bedroom. “Lie on the bed, Carla,” he said, “and Nicky beside her.” The two did as they were instructed, stretching out on the satin bedspread. “Nicky, kiss Carla on the mouth and slide your hand onto her tit.”

Nicky leaned over Carla and gazed into her eyes for a moment. “This really is a turn-on,” he said as his lips pressed against hers. He spread his palm over her right breast and kneaded the soft globe. He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips to her ear. “That's right, lick her,” Dean said, and Nicky swirled the tip of his tongue into Carla's ear. As he licked, he hummed softly and Carla could feel the vibrations through her entire body.

She twisted, giving Nicky better access to her ear as his hand brushed back and forth against the fabric of the front of her shirt. “Unbutton her blouse,” Dean said.

The remaining two buttons came undone easily and Nicky slipped his hand inside. “Pull the blouse open so I can see her undies. I love those shots of breasts in tiny brassieres.” Carla was glad she was wearing a pale pink lace demicup bra. They'd have their money's worth and more, as much as she could provide.

Dean moved around the bed, peering through the lens of the camera. “Yes,” Dean exclaimed. “Beautiful. You've got such great nipples that I can see them through your bra. Don't you agree Nicky?”

“I certainly do.” He rubbed her breasts through the lacy fabric.

“Suck one nipple through the lace and make it hard,” Dean said and, as Nicky followed his instructions, Dean rounded the bed and crawled across to get a close-up of Nicky's lips on Carla's erect nipple. When he could resist no longer, Dean put the camera down and sucked Carla's other nipple. Two mouths on her breasts was unbelievably erotic.

A little shaky, Dean returned to his camera. “No, no. Mustn't lose my objectivity,” he said. “I want to make this good so I can watch it over and over.” He positioned himself at the foot of the bed. “Carla, I think you should take Nicky's shirt off, very slowly. And kiss and lick his chest as you do it.”

She opened Nicky's shirt and rubbed her hands over his lightly furred skin. She kissed his flat nipples as she eased his plaid shirt from his shoulders. “And yours too, Carla,” Dean said. As Carla shrugged out of her shirt, Dean sighed. “Great boobs. Shit, see how they overflow the cups of that tiny bra?” Carla heard the whine of the zoom lens as Dean came in for a close-up of her right breast.