"I can't believe we're going to LA!" Jenny said.
"I know. What else do you want to do while we're there? The observatory, a 'homes of the stars' tour?"
"No, silly. You know what I want to do, Pete."
"What?"
"I want to see a porno filmed in the San Fernando Valley. That would be so cool!"
"I can see the attraction. But how would we do that? Do they sell tickets?"
"No idea. Why don't you look into it for us. I'd like to see someone like me fucked by a really big cock."
"OK. I'll see what I can do."
* * *
The main purpose of our visit to LA was to attend the Pen Fair. We're both pen geeks and we wanted to meet others and come home with interesting pens, inks, and notebooks. LA's Pen Fair is in a cramped hotel a bit south of the airport but we had tickets for the full thing, so we could come and go as we pleased.
There's a big exhibition on the last day of the fair. Lots of tables where you can buy and sell pens and accessories. Or get them fixed, adjusted and so on. Lots of the vendors are regulars we'd seen before but one was new: Quilliam. Neither of us had even heard of them before, so it was the first table we stopped at on our initial walk around the exhibition space.
"Hello, we've never seen Quilliam pens before. Are you a new company?" Jenny asked.
"Yes we are. I established the company last year in Louisiana. This is our first pen." He handed it to Jenny. "Do you like how it feels in your hand?"
"Oh yes. It's lovely. So warm, what's it called?"
"It's The Ebony. We're a black owned and run company, so we're making a feature of it. The barrel, section, and cap are mostly ebony. The feed is ebonite and the nib is steel. Strong but smooth."
"May I try it?"
"Of course, although it could be a bit too big for you. You have small hands and that's a big pen."
"Oh," she purred, "it feels really good in my hand. I definitely want to try it."
"Well, you'll notice the smooth action of the cap, which does a good job of keeping the nib moist. You won't find any drying problems with The Ebony. We only offer broad and double broad nibs at the moment. But I think you'll find our nibs very smooth despite their size."
Jenny was definitely enjoying being flirted with.
"Tell me more about what you can give... me...?"
"I'm Guillaume, and you are?"
"I'm Jenny. This is my husband, Pete. So the company's named after you?"
He nodded.
"Well, Jenny. Our pens are larger than most of the others here. I know lots of folks like a pocket pen. Small and won't get in the way. Ours are statement pieces. You can't hide The Ebony. We expect that most buyers will want it on display. In fact, we have a broader and longer barrel than you'll find on most other pens. That means we can install a more capacious converter carrying much more," and he paused "black ink."
Jenny picked up the pen and made a few strokes on the scrap paper on the table. It wrote beautifully. Despite the double broad nib the feed kept up really well and put down a smooth line. He was right, it was a great pen and laid down a thick line nice and smoothly.
"Oh, Guillaume. It writes so well. You're right, it's very smooth, just like you." And she winked at him.
She started writing on the scrap paper while she spoke with Guillaume.
"I love the size and the way it writes. I'd love to use one like this regularly. But I need to discuss it with Pete before we make a decision. Separately from that, if you're only visiting LA and not living here, perhaps we could meet for a drink after you pack up? Here's my number. I'd love to hear from you so we can meet up later."
* * *
We moved slowly away from the Quilliam table and then Jenny pulled me out into the fresh air. As we walked over to the car park I started laughing.
"You wanted me to find a porn studio that would let you watch someone like you get railed by a really big cock. And the first table we visit at this fair you flirt with a super sexy black man and give him your number. It's not even lunchtime!"
"Yeah, well I wanted to make sure I nabbed him before some other wife had a go. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Of course we can have a drink with him. I'd love to learn about his company and Louisiana."
Jenny hit me playfully with a brochure.
"You know I want more than that, Pete."
"And what do you think I want?"