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"Fonda and Cat"
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Fonda and Cat
by John A and Virago Blue
Chapter 5
Trina's nerves had peaked. Pre-performance jitters had always
struck Trina as ridiculous, anyway, but today, for some reason,
was different. She was a good dancer and a trained professional.
She had lost a few jobs in the past for being late or missing
rehearsals but that was a long time ago and she wasn't going
to let those circumstances rule the way she handled herself
professionally now. This shoot was one she wasn't going
to screw up -- she couldn't. She had plans for her future and
didn't want to spend the next ten years or so wasting her talent
jiggling for music videos. Rumor had it that Madame Renault's
nephew was making his debut in this video at the ripe old age of
thirteen. Mme. Renault also happened to be the new director of
the NYC Ballet Company and Trina desperately wanted an audition.
Fonda glanced over at Trina many times during the ride back to the
city. She seemed pale and nervous and he wanted to smooth his hand
over her sleek hair and comfort her. Despite their obvious
differences, so far their afternoon had been pleasant. Her
actions and mannerisms made him even more acutely aware of the
differences between them, but her differences were one of the
things he found so attracive about her. He knew he wanted to see
more of Trina but wasn't sure how to approach her on the matter.
Talking with women was never one of Fonda's strengths. He had
spent many awkward years working in the background of his
parents' restaurant instead of dating in high school. Although he
was good looking, he had been far too shy to ask anyone out, and
didn't go out on his first date until he was a sophomore at NYU.
He instead passed his time working and concentrating on his
schoolwork, avoiding any social interaction; whereas his brother
had been the outgoing, popular one with the girls. The women
Fonda had dated were always the same, too: fairly proper and
conservative; very much like Fonda. Still, he always felt a
secret attraction to girls like Trina. There was something about
'bad girls' that flamed his passions. He couldn't identify it;
the best guess he had was that it was how they contrasted his
straight-laced persona.
"That's the place, right over there." Trina pointed in the
direction of several trailers, cables, equipment, lighting and an
eighteen wheeler unloading props. "You can just drop me off here,
I can walk," Trina smiled quickly at Fonda as she gathered her
backpack.
The BMW purred to a halt in a parking space near the activity.
Trina was faster than Fonda this time and hopped out of the car
before he had the chance to open the door. She stopped and turned
around to look at Fonda. "You know, I had a good time with you
Fonda. Strange but good. Maybe I'll see you around," she pecked
him on the cheek and jogged towards one of the trailers,
following another young girl through the door.
Fonda sighed. He felt let down. It was nearing dusk and he had
the evening off. Nothing seemed interesting to him except for
maybe watching Trina dance. He had never really watched one of
these video shoots before.
Fonda slid back down in his seat, lowered the convertible top,
and decided to take in the video shoot.
He had watched the excited activity of the shoot; all of it
looking to him much like a Chinese fire drill. People ran back
and forth with all sorts of equipment, whose functions he could
only guess at. A few more women entered the same trailer Trina
had entered but so far none of the women had made it out.
Several women at once scrambled from the trailer, all dressed in
similar styles. It took Fonda a moment to recognize Trina. The
sight of this new look took his breath away. She wore a dark wig,
her hair now long and wavy, swinging back and forth over the naked
skin between her shoulder blades; a short silvery dress clung to
her gentle curves. Her legs couldn't possibly be that long, he
thought in awe. Could she even dance in shoes like those? These
thoughts played back and forth in Fonda's mind as he watched her
stretching her long limbs, rolling her head back and forth.
Minutes later, his worry over her breaking a leg with those
spike-heeled sandals receded as he watched her perform the
most impossible steps and kicks he had ever seen. He was definitely
impressed.
At various times the sound system was tested and retested. At
impromptu moments the Latin band would break into a chorus, a
snappy rhythm Fonda found himself enjoying. The dancers worked in
small groups rehearsing steps, Trina staying by herself for the
most part going over steps and movements alone.
Fonda continued to watch over the next few hours the exhaustive
process of the shoot. So many times they sang, danced and played.
Stopped and started again, started and stopped. Frustrations
seemed to run high after nearly three hours of work. At one point
Fonda noticed a quirky little man talking to Trina. She would nod
and listen intently to what he was saying, following him as he
pointed to various areas of the stage. Fonda had noticed the same
man watching Trina several times earlier.
The director called for a break. Dancers scattered, musicians and
other extras lounged around the set. Trina wandered over to speak
to a young boy who was receiving last minute instructions on a
set of congas. He nodded a few times as they spoke, pointing in
the direction of a proud-looking woman in her 50's standing
outside the shoot. Trina turned and smiled in her direction,
turning back to the boy. She patted his back and walked away.
Fonda chuckled as the boy's eager gaze followed Trina all the way
back to her trailer.
Once again the shoot started. Music throbbed and moved Fonda to
tap his feet. The mood was being set and the dancers and
musicians had taken on a new level of professionalism. Trina took
her directions and stood at a spot center stage. An assistant
approached her with a spray bottle of oil and sprayed every inch
of exposed skin followed by a few spritzes of water on her chest
and neck.
Fonda was enthralled. Trina stepped up to her mark and began a
seduction of the group. The music seemed to transform her. Her
hips and shoulders moved to the Latin beat. Long legs, more
muscular than he first thought, teased every man and woman within
viewing distance. She whisked her hair around, smiling
seductively at the singer as he reached for her. Coquettishly,
she would slip from his grasp only to be whip-lashed back into
his arms. They seemed to cuddle as he sang, his hand on her back
creeping lower, fingers splayed. Trina's legs straddled one of
his thighs as she pressed closer, accentuating her hip movement
and long graceful arms.
As the two worked magic together Fonda reacted in pure lust as
the man's fingers inched her already short skirt higher to reveal
the rest of her curvy rear and hips, barely covered in red satin
panties, to sway, jiggle, and pump for the camera. All at once
she stepped away from him in mock-horror. He pulled her back
to him and dipped her slowly, singing close to her ear, their
bodies pressed tightly together, her weight pressed into his
hip. Slowly he slid his hand down her moist thigh, past her knee,
lifting her left leg off the ground and wrapping it around his
waist. Fonda would have given his car to change places with that
man.
After the shoot, obviously successful after only the fifth take,
the troupe celebrated with dancing and singing. Trina took turns
dancing with each and every person on location, including the
young man she spoke with earlier. Fonda could tell by the look in
his eyes that he lusted after Trina, too. She spoke for nearly
twenty minutes with the older woman, the same woman who had
accompanied the young conga player. Trina performed a few dance
steps for the woman, something not latin-y, more classical and
restrained. He admired her form as she performed a quick routine
for the woman, pretty and slow, every muscle and eyelash in tune
with the beauty of this dance. Fonda wondered if she was
auditioning for another video.
Fonda stood by and watched, enjoying the show. Small groups of
dancers and technicians filtered out of the area in various
directions. He watched Trina walk with a couple of the other
women, still in the same body-revealing dresses they wore for the
shoot.
"Trina," Fonda called out. She turned and looked at him. A smile
spread across her face. She turned to the other women, waving
them off before trotting over to Fonda.
"What's up? You haven't been waiting on me, have you?" Trina
asked. "You're parked in the same spot."
Fonda smiled, maybe blushing a little in embarrassment. "To tell
you the truth, I stayed the whole time and watched. You're a
very talented young woman, Trina. You looked beautiful."
It was Trina's turn to blush. "Thanks, Fonda. I kinda forget
everything when I start dancing. One day, you know, I'll be on
that stage and . . ." She turned back to him and smiled.
"Nevermind about that. It's so late. Don't you have to fly
somewhere, like the restaurant or something?"
Fonda turned up the stereo. A flood of saxophone, piano, and
steamy jazz filled the night air. "I'll thank my mother later for
forcing me to take ballroom dance lessons when I was a young
boy," Fonda extended his arm, reaching for Trina's hand. "May I
have this dance, Cat?"
Trina bit her lip. A pretty blush crept up her chest and colored
her cheeks. She reached for Fonda's hand. "Cat? I really like
that." Trina stepped into Fonda's arms, placing her other hand on
his thick shoulder.
Fonda and Cat danced, tentatively at first, growing closer and
more curious as the music continued. Their bodies closed in on
each other, breathing together. Fonda's arm pulled Trina closer,
his hand stroking from her shoulder blades down to the curve of
her bottom. Trina brushed her cheek against Fonda's, adoring the
moment. Never had she been treated like this.
"Fonda?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Say it again. You know, what you called me -- it's just the way
you say it."
"Cat?"
"Yeah, Cat. I really like that," Trina moved against him, hoping
he felt as aroused as she did.
Fonda turned and whispered huskily into her ear, "You're a
beautiful woman, Cat. I would love nothing more..."
Trina turned towards his mouth and cut off the rest of his
statement, covering his lips with her own.
They lost themselves in the kiss. Minutes became hours and days
became years. They gave up their pretense of dancing and
succumbed to the emotions they were feeling. As their tongues
dueled a hidden battle, their hands began exploring each other's
body under the wash of the pale moon.
Trina lost her balance on her high heels and stumbled backward.
Fonda caught her easily, but their momentum carried them backward
toward his car. When they steadied themselves, Trina got a
mischievous look in her eye and sat back on the hood of the BMW.
Still wearing the short silvery dress from the shoot, Trina's
milky thighs shone in the moonlight. She opened her legs,
inviting Fonda closer.
Fonda closed the distance and they resumed their kiss. Trina
wrapped her muscular legs around Fonda's waist and pulled his
hips closer. Fonda may have been a gentleman in all senses of the
word, but he wanted Trina -- Cat, he didn't even know why he had
called her that, it just seemed to fit -- more than he had ever
wanted anyone in his entire life.
When Trina reached down between them and clutched his erect --
painfully erect, he thought -- penis, Fonda needed no more
encouragement than that. He slid the spaghetti strap of Trina's
dress off her shoulder and lowered his mouth to her right breast,
sucking the small rounded flesh into his mouth, running his
tongue roughly over the taut nipple. Trina gasped in pleasure and
started clumsily working on the zipper to Fonda's pants, finally
sliding it down and setting his turgid cock bobbing free.
Fonda started as he felt the cool night air on his exposed flesh,
but quickly resumed sucking Trina's breasts. He now had both
straps off her arms as the dress bunched sexily around her trim
waist.
The bottom of Trina's dress slid higher, exposing her red
panties. She scooted her ass to the edge of the car, sliding her
panties aside. Trina ran Fonda's stiff penis along her dripping
pussy, soaking the head in her juices and exciting her clit with
the rough contact.
Fonda looked up at Trina's face, sweaty with her hair mussed, and
he thought that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her slightly to improve the
angle. She giggled at being lifted so easily, surprised that his
manhandling made her even more aroused. Trina had never been
attracted to the strong, silent type and she was amazed that she
was so turned on by Fonda.
As he lifted her, he leaned forward while she placed the head of
his cock at her entrance. With just a slight shift of weight he
was inside, luxuriating within Trina's warm sex. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and they resumed their deep kissing while
she rocked back and forth on Fonda's prick.
They stayed like that for twenty minutes, kissing tenderly and
slowly having sex -- making love -- as the pale moonlight
reflected off of the East River.
Fonda felt the stirrings begin, and placed Trina back on the hood
of his car. She lay back and ran her hands roughly over her
breasts as he sped his pace and pounded into her pussy. She
moaned and writhed in pleasure as her own release was
approaching. She lowered her right hand to her clit and began
furiously frigging herself as Fonda pistoned in and out of her.
Trina felt the tensing of her toes and knew her orgasm was
imminent. Fonda, despite thinking that he couldn't possibly be
more turned on than he was, actually got more aroused when Trina
started playing with herself. It took only three more deep
thrusts before he erupted into her pussy.
After they recovered their breath a few minutes later, Trina sat
up and wrapped her arms around Fonda, his penis slipping out of
her sex. She smiled broadly, contentedly, and kissed him lightly
on the cheek.
"Meow," she purred softly into his ear.
Chapter 6
They kissed a little longer before Fonda stepped back and zipped
his pants. Trina pouted playfully yet slid the crotch of her
panties back into place. She hopped off the car and Fonda held
the door open for her, languidly running a hand down her back as
she settled into the passenger seat.
Trina gave whispered directions in Fonda's ear to her apartment
between teasing versions of what she wanted to do to him or what
she wanted him to do to her. She lowered her hand between his
legs and massaged his growing erection, smiling in anticipation.
She enjoyed sex, but this sex with Fonda was more than she expected.
The apartment was dark. "Margie must be out," she said, flipping
the switch on the wall, illuminating the small living room. She
kicked off her shoes near a chair and her height was reduced by
four inches.
"Is Margie your friend you eat with at the restaurant?" Fonda
asked, sitting on the sofa. The room was small, yet cozy, and
Fonda was surprised at the frilly way it was decorated. It seemed
very much in contrast to Trina's personality.
"Yeah. We've been roommates for, like, three years now. She's
great.... Wine, Fonda?"
"Yes, please. Can I help you with anything?
"Not now, but in a few minutes you can," Trina said seductively.
Trina opened the door to an antique armoire and turned on some
music. A few more steps took her to the tiny cluttered-yet-clean
kitchen. Trina stood on her tiptoes and pulled a bottle of
Cabernet from the wine rack and poured two glasses. She returned
to the living room, handing Fonda a glass, but remained standing,
swaying lightly from side to side, still high from the adrenaline
of the night. She watched him and smiled, sipping slowly from her
glass.
"Take off your shirt," Trina ordered in a husky whisper.
As Fonda unbuttoned his shirt, she slipped one of the straps from
her shoulder. She slipped the other strap from her shoulder,
teasingly hugging the top to her with her arms. Fonda tossed his
shirt to the floor while Trina dipped her index finger into the
glass, sucking long and hard on her wine-soaked finger.
"Your pants. Take them off," Trina demanded, moving her fingers
up and down between her breasts, and he complied eagerly. She
grinned lasciviously as Fonda's erection bulged beneath his
boxers.
Trina released her dress, letting the slinky fabric slither down
her body. She stood before him wearing nothing but red panties
and cradling a glass of wine. She began to dance for him -- not
the kind of dance he had witnessed earlier, but a different
gyration, slow and easy, her hips dipping and rolling to the
music. She edged closer to him with each movement.
Fonda groaned and breathed, wanting to touch her, wanting to
touch himself. He would wait, never had he been seduced in this
way. Trina inched ever closer, her long silky legs straddling his
hips. She looked down at him, her hips swaying back and forth,
around and around over him, her panty-clad pussy just inches from
his face. She was so near, he could smell her arousal; it was
overpowering. She dipped a finger in the wine and circled one of
her nipples. It stood erect, begging for attention. She pinched
it, breathing heavily.
Fonda reached for her.
"No. Not yet," Trina said. Her tone stopped him and inflamed his
arousal even further.
She lowered herself to his lap, facing him, her legs open across
him. She lifted up enough to rub her satin-covered slit lightly
up and down his long, hard erection. The firm feel and weight of
his cock against her open sex almost caused her to come already.
She wanted this one to last even though she felt she could fuck
all night. Fonda grabbed her ass firmly as she continued to rub
the hard tips of her breasts against his shoulder, chest and
finally, his cheek. She reached for his right hand, dipping it
into her glass. Placing his index finger in her mouth, Trina
sucked it clean, never removing her eyes from his.
Fonda moved underneath her, freeing himself from his boxers. She
felt the hard weight of his penis bob between her open legs. She
removed his finger from her mouth, dipped it into the wine and
this time rubbed it over one of her stiff nipples. She pushed her
breast to his mouth, throwing her head back in pleasure when his
mouth closed in on the alcohol-soaked nipple.
Fonda moved this time, pulling her panties aside and plunging his
angry cock deep inside of her in one smooth thrust. Trina cried
out, splashing wine across both of their chests. Fonda licked
hungrily at the spilt wine, tossing the glass to the side. Trina
tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and began to ride him
hard and fast. Her small wet breasts bounced wildly as they
fucked. The muscles in Fonda's arms and legs flexed as Trina
continued to bounce up and down on his dick, crying out with each
stroke.
"Such a good fuck, Cat," Fonda breathed between strokes.
Trina growled, banging onto him harder. "Say it again," she
demanded.
"Cat . . . " Fonda moaned, lightly pulling her hair.
Trina felt the pleasure building deep in her body, her cunt, her
clit. Only a few more strokes.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out, shivering and shuddering with her
orgasm. Fonda clenched his teeth, seconds later spurting his
semen deep inside her tight walls.
They held each other afterwards, as Fonda's prick softened and
withdrew from Trina's pussy, drifting in and out of sleep until a
noise startled them. Margie stood at the door of her bedroom, a
silly smile on her face. "Wow. That was so incredible."
Fonda blushed and tried to cover up. Trina rolled her eyes. "Tell
me about it. Sorry for waking you. How long have you been
standing there?"
"Long enough to feel lonely and horny, and I can't find my damn
vibrator anywhere," Margie giggled, inviting herself into the
room. She was wearing a short black teddy that rose above the
level of her crotch with each step. It was obvious by the flash
of dark pubic hair that she wasn't wearing any panties. She
plopped down on the couch next to them.
Trina shifted position, sitting across Fonda's soft penis. He was
clearly uncomfortable. Trina was used to this from Margie.
Margie handed Fonda the wine bottle. "Here, you look like you
could use a drink. Am I embarrassing you or something?" She
giggled. Fonda attempted to smile, and decided to gulp down a
little of the wine instead. Trina shook her head as she reached
for the glass on the end table.
"I'm not embarrassed. What would make you think that?" Fonda
squirmed, smiling wanly.
Trina rubbed her cheek against his and smiled at Margie. Margie
leaned forward and stroked Trina's other cheek. "See, I told you
it was a good idea for you to go out with him. You haven't looked
this content in a long time," Trina smiled back, nuzzling into
Margie's hand.
Fonda felt for a moment that he was intruding on something
between the two women. The sight of these two women touching each
other made him hard again, amazing him that he was able to
achieve a third erection in such a short period of time. He
shifted his weight under Trina, freeing his bobbing penis.
Trina leaned back against the arm of the couch. She gazed up into
Fonda's eyes and smiled. "Oooh, Fonda. . ." She wriggled her
backside into his erection. His lips looked soft and inviting.
Trina reached up to touch them, giggling as Fonda licked at her
finger. Trina turned to Margie and held out her hand, turning
back to look up at Fonda questioningly.
continued in chapter 7 (to be posted in a couple of days)
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