Wherein we get new friends, have dinner and a visit from the Doctor
Author's note
: this is part 9 of a 12-part story arc which I've put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give advance warning. This one is primarily Group, Bi/Lesbian and moving story forward. And a gentle reminder: this is all Fiction – Willing Suspension of Disbelief recommended...
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The four of us women had lazied our way through the day with the guys drifting in and out, shooting the bull and spending some time in the pool or working out. We discussed touristy options for the coming week and agreed that people watching at Venice Beach and the Hollywood Walk of Fame were on the list, and sightseeing trips to Griffith Observatory, the La Brea Tar Pits and the Getty Villa, too. Disneyland, Madame Tussauds and Universal Studios were on the possible list. The beaches, from Santa Monica pier down to Huntington beach were possible.
Then Jerry blew us away by suggesting a long day-trip to Santa Catalina Island and the Casino at Avalon, his treat. His treat turned out to mean his catamaran and his tab at the Casino. Actually, "blown away" doesn't even come close to how I felt. More about that later.
Sandra got her match of nude tennis with Jerry and it was hilarious. The rest of us were sitting in the bleachers, laughing our asses off at the continuous string of bloopers. Sandy was stacked enough that her swinging tits threw off her balance, but not as much as Jerry catching his balls between his thighs as he tried to change course in a hurry after a line drive from Sandra – and landing on the turf, rolling and moaning. Of course, one of his zingers bounced off Sandra's chest with a similar effect. In the end, Jerry won – but barely. No pun intended.
That Saturday evening, we all trooped back down to see Fuzion, and I finally found out the name of the hole-in-the-wall bar where they played. Jerry told me that it originally didn't have a name, that it had been an alleyway between the buildings on either side. Then some entrepreneur covered it over and bricked it in and put in the bar. It had gone through several different sorts of clientele until they'd hit on the current mix, and the owners simply called it The Alley.
Ginger had told us that after this weekend, the band was taking two weeks off while another band took their place, and then they'd be back for another couple of months as the house band. To my scheming mind, that meant Ginger was going to be available all next weekend.
With Molly, Sandra and me to share among the five guys, we were pretty well kept out on the dance floor all night. Ron picked up a beautiful young Latina named Esmeralda, or Essie for short, as a dance partner. She definitely had curves in all the right places and a great laugh, although Ron figured she'd be leaving with her girlfriends at the end of the evening. The guys took turns including her in their dancing as well, and she was loving the attention. Her girlfriends seemed to hook up with other guys there, and I got the feeling they all knew each other.
Molly and I turned some heads when we danced together again, showing off in front of Ginger, who was just laughing it up and playing right back to us. In fact, she got the band focused on us for a couple of songs and definitely got us noticed by the crowd. Honestly, it felt wonderful to be able to let loose and be risqué, knowing I was with a group of friends who wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. And of course, Sandy couldn't leave well enough alone and had to make an appearance, in the form of one of the lewdest threesomes on record – remaining dressed, that is – with Molly and me.
I didn't know girls could have girl-on-girl sex standing up and actually get off...
But kudos to the Sandra/Sandy split, when the manager asked us to cool it before he lost his liquor license, Sandy actually gave control back to Sandra and the rest of the night was a blast. Of course, Sandra getting hit up on by a half a dozen dikes and fems just added additional weirdness to the scene. I guess I shouldn't consider it strange that Molly and I got hit on, too, after Sandy's performance.
We stayed until closing and waited for the band to pack up so Ginger could go back to Jerry's with us. That's when I found out Essie was coming out with us, with Ron. Jerry was driving, but there was some serious necking and petting going on in back among the four other guys and us five girls. We switched around a bit, but mostly it lined up with me and Dave, Molly and Paul, Essie and Ron, with Sandra and Ginger sharing Jackson – and the pairings stayed mostly like that after we got back to the house. A general orgy in the living room seemed in order and between mouths, hands and cocks, the guys made damned sure we women were sated. It must have been close to 4am when we finally crawled off to sleep, again in the pairs we'd gravitated to, with Ginger going off with Jerry.
Breakfast the next morning should have been called brunch. It was after 10 o'clock when we dragged our sorry asses out of bed and struggled to the breakfast nook. It was nice to be a veteran of "Jerry's place" as I watched Essie trying to soak it all in. Molly and Ginger were as kind to her as they had been to me as they explained the rules and we found out that this was the first orgy – or multiple partner sex experience of any kind – that Essie'd had.
We found out her full name was Esmeralda Juanita Rivera Gomez and that she was an unemployed part-time student at Los Angeles Community College, going after her certification as a Radiologic Technician. She also, theoretically, lived at home but stayed away as much as possible because her parents and her older brother didn't appreciate her massive libido – as attested to by all of us the previous night – especially when it ran amok, and they were always trying to control her. I got the distinct impression Jerry was going to feel her out about being an adult actress. She sure as hell had the stamina for it!
She also was awed by the house, the pool, the tennis courts... basically all of it. I could empathize with her feeling that she'd fallen down the rabbit hole. We girls took her along when we went "shopping at Jerry's clothing store", in preparation for our evening out, and she was just as blown away by the selection of nice clothes.
"So if Jerry is single," Essie asked as we picked over dresses, "why does he have so many clothes for women?"
"For all of us!" Molly grinned.
"Besides," Ginger added, "he needs clothes his models can wear in public, that didn't come off the Dungeon rack..."
"The Dungeon rack?" Essie asked, obviously confused.
"The makeshift Wardrobe Department downstairs in the studio," I told her. "The costuming for the films is a bit more risqué than one would wear out to dinner or the theatre."
"Depends on the theatre," Ginger smiled.
"Stop teasing her, Ginger," Sandra chided. "It isn't fair she doesn't know the whole story."
"True," Ginger agreed, getting more serious for a moment. "Essie, one of the many businesses Jerry owns and runs is Himeros Productions, which is a film company mostly into soft-core and hardcore porn. One of his studios is one floor down and is affectionately referred to as The Dungeon. Ergo, the Wardrobe Department is the rack of costumes used by the actors and actresses."
"Oh."
I could see Essie's mind whirling that one around and I wasn't sure which way it was going.
"A real, honest-to-God film company?" she asked next.
Okay, so I can still be surprised.
"Yeah," Ginger told her. "Although most of the work is digital rather than old-fashioned film. But yeah, a film company. They do other production besides porn as well... like Public Service Announcements and ads for not-for-profit groups. Mostly porn, though."
"Could I see the studio?"
Okay, now I was really starting to get worried. Yes, she was twenty-one by her own admission and perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but still... she was a babe in the woods. On the other hand, Molly was only nineteen and she was rather thoroughly experienced. I guess it all depended on attitude.
"I don't know," Ginger told her. "That's Jerry's call. But when we're finished picking out what we're going to wear tonight, we can go ask him. By the way, if you're going to need a ride home later, I'm sure one of the guys wouldn't mind giving you a lift. Ron and Paul have to go home tonight, but Jerry, Dave and Jackson will be around."
