This is the continuation of my story "Dreaming in the Shower." Reading that story will give some context to the characters in this story.
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It was very hard getting back in the swing of things after the week I spent in the Caribbean. I still remember my encounter with Lady Sara. I was sad knowing that there was little chance we would see each other again. The thought of her caused me to get excited.
"I read over your suggestions and I'm working on the third act," said Bret.
I was snapped back to reality with Bret sitting on the other side of my worktable. She and I were working on a screenplay based on women code breakers during World War Two. She finally got my attention and we discussed several issues with the story and trying to build the drama but not making it unreal. Bret's watch beeped and displayed a message that her son needed to be picked up. We laid out a plan for our next meeting. I also reminded her that I was about to start editing another feature and meetings would be on a catch as catch can basis.
She picked up her papers and was about to leave when she turned "Heard from the Countess?"
"You know that I have not, that encounter was the best example of a one-night-stand ever," I replied.
Being a good friend, I told Bret the story of my date with Lady Sara Jane Solsbery, and she interrogates me about her when we meet.
"See you in a couple of days," said Bret as she left. I looked over the notes and a copy of the screenplay she left and decided to look at it later. There was another screenplay on my desk and I needed to study it. The movie would start production next week and I would begin the edit the week after. This would be the first movie that Bret would not be my assistant. So things were going to be a little bumpy as Debby Jones and I start to work together again. Debby and I worked together on several films. We worked well but it has been awhile.
Three hours later I was trying to decide what I was going to do for dinner. I spent the time working on Bret's script even though I thought that I would work on my next feature. I went to the freezer and pulled a meal and let chef micro do its thing. I set the hot tray beside my computer and looked over my email. I have two main email accounts, one that I use for correspondence with clients and close friends. The folks that have that address are very select. I also have a website that I use to market my services and there is an address on the site for folks to send questions and enquiries to me. That address is bombarded with spam and requires significant filtering.
I looked over the inbox for my website, and began tossing the spam. I separated several messages that were somewhat legitimate, and deleted the others. One message caught my eye from an address I did not recognize.
"Darling, if you are the gentleman that I met in the Caribbean. Please reply with the name of the co-author of the screenplay you were working on while you were there. Sara."
I was completely surprised, I waited to reply but finally my curiosity got the better of me and I replied with Bret's name. I put the computer to sleep and went to bed. I woke up at 8:00 since I was not working and checked my email. There was a message from the same address,
"John,
Thank you for replying back to me. I am going to be in LA in a week and would love to meet up with you again. I could not get enough of your cock. I dreamed about fucking you all the way back to London. Please restrict the use of your cock until I can get a hold of it.
SJS.
I didn't know what to think about the very forward message, but I was very happy to meet up with a beautiful member of the British aristocracy again. I replied with my phone numbers and expressed my wish to inhabit her pussy soon. I also mentioned that the thought of her made me excited. I told her that I wanted to eat her pussy and suck on her breasts.
Reluctantly I started to study the screenplay of my new project that would start production next week. The procedure is the cast and crew would shoot the first few pages of the script and the footage would be sent to me to start building the movie. As more footage was produced the scenes would be cut together. The movie would be revised over and over again until the director and producer says it's locked and then it goes to the sound guys to add the sound the color timers to set the color of the film. The movie was character driven with very few effects shots.
I spent the morning reading and rereading the screenplay and got a sense of the rhythm of the movie. I had worked with the director before and knew his quirks so the movie looked like it was going to be fun. I looked at the clock and realized that I had an hour to make my appointment with my assistant editor, on this movie, Debbie Jones at the editing facility. I dressed and headed down to the meeting.
I had opted to live close to the studio so I was not stuck in the notorious LA traffic and made the meeting with time to spare. Debbie was in an office when I walked in. After a few minutes of discussion about film we looked at some of the preliminary camera tests of the set and actor screen tests. We would not be doing the color correction but we got a sense of what the director and DP were looking for.
It was Monday of the next week and Bret was sitting across from me at my worktable. We were again reviewing the changes she made to her script. It was almost to the point to find a production company since we were writing the screenplay on spec. I coached her on writing the synopsis, the first thing that they would read. If that did not sell the movie all the effort between us would go to waste.
She was picking up her papers and notes when she again asked about Sara Jane "Did that Countess ever try to contact you?"
I paused weighing whether to tell her or not. "Yes she sent me a note through the website. You might get to meet her."
"You know that I get to approve all of your girlfriends John," Bret said with a slight laugh.
"OK mom I will bring her by so you can put an approval stamp on her butt."
"Don't patronize me John but I do worry about you. I was surprised that you took that trip. You usually go from one project to another."
"Bret I was really burned out after working with God's gift to movie making," I said as we walked to the front door.
"If we sell this script and get a green light do you want to direct?" asked Bret.
"No you should direct, I would be happy to edit and produce."
I leaned over and kissed Bret on the cheek and watched her walk to her car. The sun was starting to disappear toward the ocean. I closed the door and decided to take a shower. All the talk about Lady Solsbery was making my cock grow. So I stripped down and waited for the shower to heat up. I stepped in and pointed the stream at my cock. The shower invigorated my organ and I began to rub my shaft. I remembered that Lady Jane asked that I restrict the use of my tool until she could sample it. I didn't feel that masturbation counted.
After the shower I was totally relaxed and looked over my collection of delivery menus to find something to eat. Chinese caught my fancy and called and left my order. The delivery would be in about thirty minutes. My hand decided to work my cock over again while I waited for my dinner to arrive.
My phone started to ring and dance off of the table, picking it up I heard and lot of noise in the background. "John Rogers."
"John it is the infamous Sara Jane Solsbery"
"Where are you?"
"I just landed at LAX and I am about to head to my hotel can I send a car for you?"
"I thought that you were coming next week?"
