Bill was on the phone to Harvey when Trudy entered his dressing room. She’d knocked twice and then, when he’d opened the door and motioned for her to join him, she’d stepped discreetly inside. Bill grinned at her and gestured for her to take one of the chairs while he continued to talk to his agent.
It was a spacious dressing room. One wall was given over to a row of illuminated mirrors. The rest of the room was pleasantly furnished in an understated fashion with comfortable chairs and a practical desk. The layout was exactly the same as her own dressing room and reminded Trudy of all the motels they had visited for their discreet trysts. All this location was missing was a large, comfortable bed and a bottle of whisky. She tried to shut that thought out of her mind before it could excite her.
Maddeningly, though, she couldn’t clear her head of salacious thoughts.
‘What do you mean, you don’t want strippers on the stag do?’ Bill demanded. ‘If there are no strippers, I might not bother going myself.’
Trudy put a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. She suspected that the ‘no stripper rule’ was something that had been put in place by Charlotte. Aware that, despite Charlotte’s best efforts, there probably would be strippers at the stag party and hen do, Trudy felt like laughing.
Bill gave her a questioning look.
She shook her head, silently telling him she would share the joke later. When he continued to study her, she sat back in her chair and uncrossed her legs. She was wearing a short black skirt for the show. It wasn’t quite a miniskirt but it was short enough to show off her legs.
The wardrobe department had dressed Bill in the traditional uniform of a chef’s jacket, stiff, white and high-necked, fastened by twin rows of black stud buttons. Rather than the chequered pants that were so much a part of the contemporary chef’s uniform, he wore a pair of pristine starched and pressed black trousers.
‘Perhaps we should discuss the wedding arrangements when we’re face to face?’ Bill suggested to Harvey.
He had slumped into the chair facing hers and was staring across at her.
Deliberately, excited by her own audacity, she pushed her legs apart.
Bill stared at her doubtfully for a moment and she could see he was wondering if her shift in posture had been accidental or a deliberate ploy to excite him. Watching his face, smiling as her arousal began to increase, Trudy lifted the hem of her skirt to give him a better view of the tops of her thighs.
Bill cleared his throat. ‘No, I’m not trying to get rid of you,’ he told Harvey. ‘But I do have to prepare for this show and, unless it’s something important, I’d feel happier putting this discussion on hold until after we’ve finished recording.’
She could see, even though he was talking to Harvey, his concentration was fixed firmly on her. She glanced towards the dressing-room door, assured herself it was fully closed and there was no danger of them being disturbed, and then pulled the hem of her skirt higher.
His eyes widened and she knew he could see that she had not bothered to put on any panties since arriving at the studio. He had been teasing her to a state of orgasmic arousal for most of their journey down to the studio but there had been no opportunity to satisfy his needs. Trudy could see that he found the sight of her exposed sex arousing.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and licked his lips. He said into his phone, ‘No. I’m not particularly nervous. I just want to look professional when I go out there.’
Trudy expected that to end the conversation but it was obvious that Harvey wanted to discuss other matters.
Bill rolled his eyes and mouthed a silent apology.
Instead of replying, Trudy licked the tip of her index finger and then slowly lowered it to her sex.
Bill looked momentarily dizzy with excitement.
Trudy could appreciate his arousal because the light contact of her finger had sparked a rush of greedy need. It sizzled through her body like a bolt of electricity. On the journey to the studio Bill had allowed her to climax several times before eventually telling her to put her skirt straight as they neared their destination. After that, she’d thought, her body wouldn’t be able to respond to the siren call of another burst of pleasure. But, as her moistened fingertip trailed through the wetness of her labia, Trudy realised her appetite had not been sated.
Bill rubbed a hand against his crotch. She could see the bulge of his erection pushing against the black trousers. Her need for him grew more intense and she pushed the moistened tip of her finger firmly against her sex lips until it slipped inside.
‘Is there anything else?’ Bill asked Harvey.
His voice had the firm finality of a man who needs to end a call and attend to other business. Yet Harvey seemed oblivious as he carried on his end of the conversation. Shaking her head in disbelief, beaming eagerly at Bill as she slid the wet finger in and out of herself, Trudy decided it was time for her to do something. Bill had been the one pleasuring her before; now that they were in the studio and waiting for the filming to begin, she figured it was her turn to pleasure him.
She slipped from the chair and sank to her knees.
Bill looked momentarily pained when she snatched the sight of her exposed wet sex from his view. His pain turned to a grin of pleasure when he saw her crawling towards him on all fours.
Trudy met his gaze and licked her lips.
He studied her as she crept closer. He was nodding agreement with something Harvey was saying. The nearer she came, the more Trudy could hear the tinny sound of Harvey’s faraway voice. She deliberately stopped herself hearing what he was saying. She already had enough vices and didn’t want to think of herself as an eavesdropper.
Placing herself between Bill’s parted legs, she ran a finger over the thrust of his concealed erection and traced the shape of his hardness. She could feel the muscles in his legs stiffen as she touched him and she guessed he was enjoying the same anticipation and arousal that were coursing through her own body.
Bill said something else to Harvey but Trudy was no longer listening. The only sound she could properly hear was the metallic click-click-click as she pulled his zipper downwards. It felt bold and daring to be taking such a sexual initiative with him, but Trudy didn’t mind being bold and daring. After enjoying so many pleasures that had been introduced to her by Bill, Trudy felt it was only fair to be returning the favour.
She eased his length out of his trousers and took a moment to marvel at him. The shaft was long and solid and standing hard for her. The end was rounded and broad and already leaking a silver gleam of his excitement. She knew, if she had wanted, she could have straddled him and had him inside her without needing to interrupt his telephone call.
Gently, she lapped her tongue against his length. She started at the base, sliding her tongue slowly upwards until it reached the purple end of him. Then, once she’d teased and kissed his swollen tip, she pushed her mouth back to his base and licked at him again. All the time she maintained eye contact with him.
‘OK,’ Bill told Harvey. ‘I’ll give you a call as soon as the show’s finished and we can discuss more about the absence of strippers on your stag party.’ He laughed softly and added, ‘No. It’s not a deal-breaker. But I do think it goes against a long-standing tradition.’
She heard a slight faltering in his voice, an uncharacteristic wavering, as she took his length into her mouth and began to suck him. She placed one hand on his groin, holding the base of his erection steady so she could more easily accommodate him in her mouth. Eagerly, she tried to fit as much of his substantial girth between her lips as she could manage.
It crossed her mind that she hadn’t visited his dressing room with the intention of sucking his cock – only to warn him that Donny might be in the studio audience. But she supposed things didn’t always work out the way people expected. There would be plenty of time to pass on that warning to him later, should it prove necessary. For now the most important thing was giving Bill the sort of satisfying climax he had allowed her to have earlier.
Licking, lapping, slurping and sucking, Trudy stared up at him. His eyelids fluttered in orgasmic bliss, and she felt his fat erection thicken in her mouth.
‘I’m going to have to go, Harvey,’ he said. He spat the words through gritted teeth, severed the connection and tossed the phone aside.
His hands fell to her face. His strong fingers caressed her cheek and ran through her hair. She glanced up at him to catch his smile, her lips still wrapped around his thickness as she greedily sucked on him.
‘Trudy,’ he muttered softly. ‘That feels divine.’
She tried to smile around him, not sure why he had called her Trudy instead of Ms McLaughlin. Then his length was pulsing and spitting ejaculate into her mouth in a series of hot, sticky streams. She could feel the liquid coating her tongue and splashing against the back of her throat. She continued to stare into his eyes as he smiled down at her.
His smile grew broader as he gazed at her with obvious affection.
And Trudy swallowed.