Skydivers and Pornographers
Marcus had to redo the big scene for Going Down Without a Chute. His co-star passed out in midair before he'd even taken off his pants. Jana fumed when she heard the news.
"It's just skydiving," he said.
"Is it even possible?"
He rubbed her gently, making her quiver like a reed in a torrent. "Of course it's possible. I just need you there. You're my inspiration." She succumbed to his touch, her body collapsing on the couch.
"I'll be there," she sighed. For a moment she felt like one of his co-stars, but then she remembered it was just a suede couch. He was off her before it was over anyway, his belt barely buckled as he told her to get in the car or they'd be late.
Marcus was a pioneer, the innovator of the genre. First there was the mountain climbing scene. He didn't even use gear, although his costar wore a harness. Then he rode a horse and a woman to victory in an actual horse race. Then, cageless scuba diving with sharks. There was the gator-filled swamp scene, the wall rappel, the jousting match. And of course there was the scene that had made him the most famous of all, the flaming bed of nails.
He'd survived it all, to rave reviews, and the women, oh the women, how they came and came and came. Just once Jana wished he could do to her what he did to them, but she was too afraid. She would try to support him though, even as he jumped out of a plane and somehow found the dexterity to penetrate a strange woman. Only the woman would wear a parachute, so he couldn't remove himself from her until they reached the ground.
When they arrived, Marcus gave her a rough kiss on the cheek and thanked her for coming. She wished him good luck and returned his kiss.
Jana watched as Marcus jumped from the plane and shed his clothes. He stripped the woman and found a way to keep himself inside her as they pierced the delicate clouds. The parachute didn't even tangle when he turned her around. Jana could hear the woman moaning thousands of feet above the ground. It gave her a strange twinge of excitement.
When Marcus landed and dismounted, Jana gave him a hug and said she was proud of him. "Can we give it a try?" she cooed in his ear.
"I don't mix work and pleasure," he said. "Besides, I need to do another take with Amber. I made her moan too soon."
Marcus went off to the trailer. Jana, fuming again, sneaked off to the prop box. She didn't bother to wish Marcus good luck.
Grounded, Jana watched her husband penetrate the sky and the woman again. This time the chute didn't open. Marcus and Amber fell faster and faster, Marcus thrusting all the way, Amber howling to the ground, Jana getting in the car before it was over.
"It's just skydiving," he said.
"Is it even possible?"
He rubbed her gently, making her quiver like a reed in a torrent. "Of course it's possible. I just need you there. You're my inspiration." She succumbed to his touch, her body collapsing on the couch.
"I'll be there," she sighed. For a moment she felt like one of his co-stars, but then she remembered it was just a suede couch. He was off her before it was over anyway, his belt barely buckled as he told her to get in the car or they'd be late.
Marcus was a pioneer, the innovator of the genre. First there was the mountain climbing scene. He didn't even use gear, although his costar wore a harness. Then he rode a horse and a woman to victory in an actual horse race. Then, cageless scuba diving with sharks. There was the gator-filled swamp scene, the wall rappel, the jousting match. And of course there was the scene that had made him the most famous of all, the flaming bed of nails.
He'd survived it all, to rave reviews, and the women, oh the women, how they came and came and came. Just once Jana wished he could do to her what he did to them, but she was too afraid. She would try to support him though, even as he jumped out of a plane and somehow found the dexterity to penetrate a strange woman. Only the woman would wear a parachute, so he couldn't remove himself from her until they reached the ground.
When they arrived, Marcus gave her a rough kiss on the cheek and thanked her for coming. She wished him good luck and returned his kiss.
Jana watched as Marcus jumped from the plane and shed his clothes. He stripped the woman and found a way to keep himself inside her as they pierced the delicate clouds. The parachute didn't even tangle when he turned her around. Jana could hear the woman moaning thousands of feet above the ground. It gave her a strange twinge of excitement.
When Marcus landed and dismounted, Jana gave him a hug and said she was proud of him. "Can we give it a try?" she cooed in his ear.
"I don't mix work and pleasure," he said. "Besides, I need to do another take with Amber. I made her moan too soon."
Marcus went off to the trailer. Jana, fuming again, sneaked off to the prop box. She didn't bother to wish Marcus good luck.
Grounded, Jana watched her husband penetrate the sky and the woman again. This time the chute didn't open. Marcus and Amber fell faster and faster, Marcus thrusting all the way, Amber howling to the ground, Jana getting in the car before it was over.
© Nathaniel Tower 2012
Nathaniel Tower writes fiction, teaches English, and manages the online lit magazine Bartleby Snopes. His short fiction has appeared in over 100 online and print magazines. His first novel, A Reason To Kill, was released in July 2011 through MuseItUp Publishing. Visit him at www.bartlebysnopes.com/ntower.htm
Love this! Excellent work, Nate.
ReplyDeleteVivid, hilarious, smart and silly!
ReplyDeleteI fell for Marcus. Hard.