At that point, all either of us heard was the sound of flesh smacking together, heavy breathing, and unmistakable moans of pleasure from both of us. A throaty cry ripped from her depths as she had the mother of all orgasms. Her velvet tunnel clamped down hard on my member, and she began to milk me in the best possible way.
I was right there. Pushed hard into Lexi’s depths, Mr. Happy began to throb and released a torrent. I hadn’t climaxed that hard in maybe ever. It was definitely in the top five.
Lexi went limp, spent, only slightly conscious of her surroundings. I wasn’t getting anything else out of her. I gave a little internal cheer as my closer had won the game.
Before I rolled over and fell asleep, I pulled out of her and went to dispose of the condom. I grabbed a washcloth to clean up and swaggered back into the room, crawling into her princess bed. I intended to pass out with Lexi in my arms. Instead, my phone rang.
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“David, I need your help.”
Halle sounded both sober and worried.
“Are you at the same party?” I asked.
“Yes, please get out here quickly!”
I looked down at Lexi, debating internally. I might very well need her expertise here.
“Lexi, Lexi,” I said as I sat her up and shook her semi-gently.
“Wha…” she responded, and frankly, I hadn’t expected anything different.
“I have friends in trouble and need to help them, and you have to drive me.”
That snapped her out of it like a splash of cold water. If I’d had time to reflect on it, I’d have been amazed at how quickly she was dressed and ready to go. Her knees buckled once as I helped her out the door, but she seemed to gather energy as we walked to the elevator.
Lexi drove me back to Jess Geiger’s house because I’d let Manaia go home when I planned to finish the night with her. On the way, I called Fritz to give him a heads-up. We were only a couple of minutes away.
When we arrived, Fritz was in a standoff with Geiger’s security.
“He’s with me,” I said and brushed past them.
Fritz and Lexi followed in my wake. I spotted Halle looking worried by the door to the media room.
“You okay?” I asked.
“No, but that’s not why I called you. I didn’t know what to do. Grace Moreau is in there and drunk out of her mind.”
I didn’t hesitate; I threw the door open and walked in. Inside stood nine older men, all big-time studio execs, directors, and producers, whose eyes suddenly turned toward me. I gave an internal sigh of relief when I saw Ms. Moreau sitting on the couch that they were all in front of. It didn’t take much of a leap of logic to see where this had been headed.
“There you are,” I thundered.
Grace squinted and then smiled.
“It’s sexy boy,” she slurred.
I gave my best smile and walked over to her.
“Sorry, I got busy talking to people. You promised to dance with me,” I said, pulling her up.
“I did?”
“Yep, come on,” I said as I led her out.
We stumbled right out the front door; well, she stumbled, I walked.
“You said we were going dancing,” she complained and then slumped against my side.
If I hadn’t had a hold on her, she would have gone down. Fritz ran to get our car. I wasn’t happy when Ms. Moreau barfed up all the alcohol she’d ingested tonight. The volume was quite impressive. At least she’d done it before she got into the car.
At the door to the car, I turned to Lexi, who stood by holding her arms, bemused.
“I hate to say this, but I need to go back to my place,” Lexi said. “You already know I have a long day tomorrow.”
I had to smile at that.
“You really did well, and I had a nice time tonight,” I said.
“Me, too,” Ms. Moreau said.
Halle, Lexi, and I all laughed. I just bet she did. The only problem was, she would never remember any of it.
I thought my night of drama was over until Ms. Moreau stood straight up, wrapped me in a hug, and her lips locked with mine. Gross! She’d just puked. Then I caught a flash as a paparazzo took our picture.
“I’ll let Frank know,” Lexi said and left as Fritz opened the door to let us in.
My publicist was going to love that I looked like such a busy boy tonight.
We poured Drunkie into the car. Halle made the wise call of sitting up front with Fritz. We weren’t sure if Grace had finished puking or not.
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We decided to take her to Rita’s. When we arrived, both my mother and Rita were waiting to take her off my hands.
“Where did sexy go?” she asked as they took her upstairs to bed.
Halle chuckled.
“Want to talk about it?” I asked.
“Not really. How about I make some food? I’m sure you’re hungry.”
Nice deflection. Food was an excellent way to distract me. I waited until she started to cook the eggs before I probed more.
“Just tell me,” I said.
“You were right.”
I knew better than to crow about that right now, because what I was right about made me sad. I would tease Halle about my being right later.
“First, it was terrible. Ben just shoved it in and got his rocks off.”
I should have won my second Oscar for not laughing. Clearly, Ben needed to have the closer rules explained to him. Assuming, of course, I was still talking to him after he’d hurt my friend.
