The King of Spin Has His Head Turned


SCENE 1: Gordon Set Direction: Dimly lit living room in the Hollywood Hills; panoramic glass windows overlook the distant flickering lights of LA. A man seated on an expensive sofa holds his head in his hands. Gordon held his head in his hands. His head was spinning in circles and his chest was so tight he could barely breath. The message from DC had confirmed it, but the picture was almost too much for him to take. The guy looked like he was in his twenties and to top it off he had curly blond hair. What the fuck? Colleen had always said she hated guys with blond hair? Gordon’s head swirled, the pit of his stomach turning, and he wanted to get sick. His wife had spun a web of lies to cover up her affair, but now she was flaunting it before the whole world. She had humiliated him in front of all their friends, but more importantly he was humiliated in front of all his clients. What would they think? Was he ruined? He was the ‘king of spin’, but would this be his downfall? LA was a town of surfaces and right now his image looked pretty tarnished? His wife had inserted the knife; the question was whether or not the wound was fatal? Could he tough this out? How would he redeem himself? His brain spun with uncertainties. Gordon looked at the time on his phone. It was after midnight on the east coast. His wife was probably in bed with the guy now, her legs spread, doing who knew what. Getting pounded and screaming loud enough to shake the walls he wondered? Gordon almost got sick to his stomach as he thought about his wife being impaled by the young stud in the picture. She was his high school sweetheart; what could he do? This felt awful, but it was going to look even worse to his clients. In LA a man needed to appear confidant, to have the right woman on his arm, to be in control of his life. Being dumped and publicly humiliated was worse than most crimes. At least with a crime you could hire a lawyer and explain it away? At that moment his phone buzzed again. Just what he didn’t need a message; his older brother John had sent an SMS. John meant well, but sometimes it just didn’t seem to help, it just made Gordon feel more down. And tonight John’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Gordon glanced at the message and had it been any other time he would have grinned, but instead he scowled slamming his fist on the coffee table in frustration. TXT: “Hey little bro cheer up. I’m in Taipei and since you’re not here I’ll need to fuck them both. Get on a plane and get your ass over here and stop moping.” Gordon looked at the picture of his older globetrotting brother John Langham with a hot sexy Asian girl on each arm. No doubt he would be fucking them both Gordon thought to him self. Gordon Langham hung his head. He was about to turn forty and this was the lowest point in his life he had ever been. Gordon reached out and poured another scotch. He shouldn’t drink hard liquor he knew, but….”What the fuck” he thought to him self as he poured two-fingers into a crystal glass. SCENE 2: Eloise Set Direction: A nineteen-year-old teenage girl’s bedroom; Royal Ballet poster on the wall along with one for the Philharmonic Orchestra. A large four-poster “Princess Bed” with a frilly pink canopy dominates room. Eloise bit down on her plump bottom lip as Kari’s tongue darted across the top of her clit in unbelievably rapid flutters. She groaned gruffly, her breathing growing rough and ragged, as her nails dug deeply into her best friends scalp. She was as close to the edge of a massive one as she had ever been. This one was going to be huge. Not that the orgasms leading up to this had been “small”, but this one was going to be “BIG”. Kari was just playing with her body at this point and Eloise was desperate for release. She was so confused by the unending wave of sexual sensations washing across her nineteen-year-old taut nubile body her head was spinning. Eloise’s stomach muscles were so tense her abs had formed rippled ridges and little beads of sex-sweat had formed on her hot skin flushed pink with blood. “Oh God Kari…..please!! I can’t take it anymore.” Kari giggled. “Oh so Ms. Kant just ‘can’t’ take it anymore.” Kari loved making playful references to Ellie’s last name. Using her hands Eloise pulled Kari’s mouth hard onto her now slick juice-covered pussy urging her friend to finish her off. In her aroused state Kari’s play on words failed to register. “Please baby girl. Put me out of my misery…..PLEASE!!” Kari dipped her fingers into the mingled creamy cocktail of pussy juice, warming Playful gel and saliva. The viscous concoction of a vixens secretions, play gel and saliva was as slick as the finest silicone, a lubricant par excellence. Wetting her fingers with liberal amounts of the slick viscous tingly cream she slowly moved them towards Ellie’s rising and falling breasts. In the tense silence of the room Kari could hear Ellie’s heavy breathing as she struggled with the sensations holding her body, especially her breasts and pussy in thrall. Kari traced her long pink nails teasingly across Eloise’s taut ridged stomach feeling her friend shiver. She slowly moved her slender feminine hands to her friend’s small pert breasts. Eloise’s little pink nipples were hard and erect and begging to be touched. Kari gently held one nipple with each hand and began rolling the rubbery stiff nubs with her slick lubricated fingers. The viscous gel solution made the nipples easy to roll. Eloise groaned even louder as the pressure was applied on her tingling nipples that now began to burn, sending new urgent sensations to her brain and the region between her thighs. In desperate need she thrust her hips up into Kari’s chin. She was so fucking close she wanted to die. Kari almost giggled as she felt her friend squirm on the edge of ecstasy and agony. She knew Eloise’s body so well now and so she waited for the final right moment. Just when she knew Ellie couldn’t handle one more second she made her move. Kari’s tongue attacked Eloise’s clitoris like a mad butterfly wing on uppers. Simultaneously she increased the pressure on each nipple, rolling harder and harder as Ellie’s orgasm began to release, each wave larger than the last. Kari squeezed both rubbery nibs hard and flicked her tongue as fast as she could feeling the body beneath her losing control. “OH GOD! OH FUCK!!” Eloise’s body exploded and her mind spun in circles as her friend’s tongue and fingers made her body buck and arch off the bed. Her pussy contracted in spasms of deep convulsions and her only regret was that a thick hard cock or a vibrator did not fill her love cavity so her muscles could contract onto something with substance. “OMG KARI…..oh my god baby!! Fuck it’s big!!!” Eloise thrust her hips up jarring her friend’s chin with the sudden jerk. She cried out as she was transported to some other world. “OH FUCK BABY……My nipples are on fire!! ON FIRE!!” Kari did her best to keep her sweet young mouth positioned over her friend’s creaming pussy as Ellie’s body bucked and writhed, twisting beneath her in tortured spasms of release. Gently Kari slowed her tongue and eased the pressure on her friend’s nipples as she felt Eloise drifting down into post orgasmic after-glow. Kari lifted her mouth Göztepe escort bayan off Eloise’s pussy and looked across her friend’s sexy prone body with a wide grin. Ellie’s chest was heaving and Kari watched mesmerized as her pink nipples danced up and down in front of her eyes. The undersides of Ellie’s small mounds were covered in tiny beads of sweat. Eloise slowly eased opened her clenched eyes and gasped for oxygen. With her left hand Ellie pushed playfully at Keri’s head tousling her hair. “Oh my god…..that was…..” Gasping for more air Eloise couldn’t finish her sentence. Kari grinned a wide mischievous grin. Her face was slick with sex juices and little driblets clung to her chin. “Amazing….right?” Kari giggled at the dazed look on Eloise’s face. “I told you. So how many did I give you? C’mon, how many.” Eloise put on a faux face full of disapproval. “You’re always so damn competitive Kari. My god I lost count. To be honest I lost count. I don’t know how many. My head was fucking spinning….” Kari giggled and lifted herself off the foot of the bed. They had been friends since they were sixteen. It had started as awkward teenage fumbling, innocent exploration with all the attendant mistakes, blushing, nerves and awkward moments. The first kiss had been under a tented bed sheet with only a tiny flashlight to light their shadowed naked nubile bodies. They both went to an all-girls Catholic school so this was how you learned about your body. Since no boys were available it was only natural to “practice kissing” with your best friend. Now three years later they knew each other’s bodies the way Tiger Woods knew a golf course. Kari knew every nook and cranny of Eloise’s five-foot nine body and she certainly knew how to exploit Eloise’s sexual weaknesses. She knew just how to touch Eloise’s super-sensitive breasts. She knew that when Eloise was doing her “happy dance” she could easily be pulled into bed and sparks would fly. She knew if Eloise was curled up on the sofa (as she often was) then it was best to let her alone. Kari looked lovingly at her best friend and spoke. “Don’t think you’re getting off so easy Ellie.” Kari flopped back on the bed and spread her legs. Much shorter than Eloise at only five-foot three Kari was a cute pixie of a girl. Barely a hundred pounds with “to die for” bangs, a cute blond ponytail and dazzling green-blue eyes Kari was boisterous, outgoing and the perfect counterbalance to Eloise’s moodiness. Her big round playful eyes had an eerie blue-green translucent quality, and a depth, that both men and women found transfixing. Her mesmerizing eyes were fixed on Eloise expectantly. Eloise looked at her friend’s slim and petite naked body with her incredible firm breasts. Since Kari was so petite her 32B breasts looked huge on her tiny feminine frame. Eloise reached out and touched Kari’s perfectly smooth thigh. “Gosh Kari you got such a great tan this summer.” Kari grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her forward causing her to fall onto her knees on the bed, breaking the special spell in a peel of girly giggles. “Enough with the jabbering. Get your head between my legs and reciprocate.” The two girls giggled unrestrainedly as Eloise dropped down between her best friend’s smooth tanned hairless thighs and began her own oral artistry. Soon Kari was groaning and moaning in a scene worthy of being featured on YouTube. SCENE 3: Bethany Set Direction: An LA “power office” in a glass tower with panoramic views of the city and the ocean. Austere and refined with expensive art on the walls; office interior is glass and chrome. Bethany Kant looked at the time. Nine-thirty meant it was okay in LA to start placing calls. Bethany liked to control everything in her life and she liked things to be precise. If you called any earlier in LA you’d come across as an aggressive New York bitch. She had almost forgotten to call her daughter to make sure she was up. She selected her number and waited. “Eloise you up?” The yawns and tone of voice on the other end suggested otherwise. “Has your friend Kari left yet?” Bethany saw her key campaign assistant Tory hovering outside her office door. “Okay, well get to school and don’t forget we have cocktails tomorrow so don’t plan anything with your friends.” She motioned to Tory to hold on for just one second more. She listened to Eloise prattle on. “No darling I’m not being bitchy and controlling. You DO have to come and don’t forget the philharmonic benefit is in two weeks.” She waved Tory into her office. “Yes, I know. But you need to buy a dress and I insist that you come. It’s for your grandmother. Plus I want you to meet Gordon again. You need a summer internship next year. Without an MBA you won’t get anywhere in life. Listen to your mother.” Beth motioned to Tory to take a seat, but Tory simply straightened her severe black pencil skirt and remained standing. She shifted the buckle of the thin silver belt to the exact skirt center. Tory insisted everything needed to be perfect. “Yes, the spin-doctor guy. Yes. Now do what your mother says.” Bethany looked exasperated with her daughter and Tory laughed in the way sympathetic women who are close friends empathize with each other. “Just stop talking and listen to your mother. You will come to both of them.” Bethany smiled at Tory and was about to put the phone away, but she paused. “Yes, I love you too darling. Now get to university.” Bethany looked at her campaign leader and smiled as she placed the phone on her desk. “What is it Tory?” Tory flipped her perfect blond hair to the side and smiled at her boss. As usual Tory’s make-up was flawless, her outfit was flawless and her shoes were spectacular. Beth had no idea how she had lucked into hiring Tory, but she was terrified of losing her. LA adored women like Tory. Women adored women like Tory and more than this, powerful men with piles of money in particular adored women like Tory. Men and women alike wanted to fuck Tory, but her beauty was so perfect she was like an unattainable “ice-princess” seemingly too perfect and beyond their reach. About to turn thirty and with an Ivy MBA Tory was Beth’s crutch in crisis situations. “No I was just checking if the cocktails with Mr. Langham were still on.” Bethany turned back from gazing out the window at the LA skyline. In profile you would never guess she was forty-five with a sexy nineteen year old daughter. She looked more like a very sexy thirty-two; the yoga and the intense training sessions with her gay trainer kept her body looking amazingly toned. Beth couldn’t help being struck by Tory’s sexiness. She knew it was wrong for a boss to look at a subordinate like that, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. She had only once been with another woman, a stupid drunken episode in university, but something about Tory was different. Bethany struggled with her drifting thoughts and broke her gaze. “What do you mean? Of course……” Her voice paused with uncertainty, as she had no idea why Tory had raised the subject of Gordon’s cocktails. “Well it’s just…..” Tory’s voice was halting. Beth looked at Tory with new concern. “Well haven’t you heard?” Tory asked seeing Beth’s lack of comprehension. Escort Caddebostan “Heard what?” Beth replied. Tory’s face lit up like the lights on Broadway. There was nothing Tory liked more than to dish gossip, especially when she had fresh gossip that her boss didn’t have. Beth liked to control everything, even gossip. Tory loved it when her boss was not the one in control. “Well……” Tory’s eyes sparkled with devilish delight as she delved into the new rumors. Beth was shocked and it took a while for her to take it all in. She sat down and began to think it over. “So his wife has left him and is in DC with a boy toy? Are you certain?” Once Tory had verified her sources the wheels in Beth’s brain began to grind and whirl excitedly. A black widow needs no instructions on how to spin her web and neither did Bethany. It’s a matter of pure instinct and Beth was one of the most ambitious women in LA. Tory watched the magic transformation on her boss’s face and like an infection spreading invisibly through the air her own face stretched into a wicked grin. “Beth what are you thinking?” Beth smiled enigmatically. “Leave me for a bit Tory. I need to think. I want that donation from the Norton Family Trust and the next four weeks are critical. Tory giggled knowing her boss had some devious plan in the works. “Okay I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Tory knew her boss was a total bitch sometimes, but most of the time she was an amazing mentor. Tory just wished Beth knew how to relax and let go of the reins sometimes and enjoy life. She sighed wistfully thinking of what might be possible if only Beth were more in touch with her self and less controlling. Tory turned exiting the office and Beth couldn’t help watching her assistant’s hips and ass move away from her door. What is it about Tory she wondered to her self? SCENE 4: Cocktails Set Direction 1: Interior; Bethany’s bedroom/women’s dressing closet festooned with expensive dresses, shoes, etc. Beth checked herself in the floor-length mirror and was more than satisfied. She called out to her daughter. “You ready Ellie?” Eloise shifted her dress and brushed her hair frowning. Sometimes her mother really irritated her. Her mother was so controlling; picking her classes at university, picking her clothes, it just was too much sometimes. She even tried to pick her friends. Thank god her mom liked Kari. “Yes mom, almost. Just a bit of make-up to do.” Beth was concerned since her daughter hadn’t wanted to show her the dress she had chosen. She decided to take matters into her own hands and barged into her daughter’s room. “MOM……I told you not to barge into my fucking room like this. What do you want?” Beth looked her daughter up and down with a critical eye. “No…..NO…..and another NO. The shoes I mean…..No!” Eloise mouth dropped open and she was stunned. She hated her mother like this. So controlling and pushy; she’d controlled Eloise’s dad like that and he’d ended up leaving. Ellie wanted to do the same thing sometimes. “What’s wrong with what I picked mom?” “It’s all wrong darling. Here let me look” Bethany quickly made new selections and made her daughter change. Ellie swiveled her hips to get a side profile look at the dress her mother had picked. “But it’s so short mom? This is cocktails….it’s fancy…..I don’t know……” Her mother beamed the way mother’s with plans beam. “Exactly darling. I want Gordon to pay attention to you. Besides you’re young and you have the body for it. How many women have legs like yours? All those years of ballet and jazz dance should not be left to waste. It’s perfect. Let’s go.” Her mother left the room abruptly and returned holding a pair of incredible heels. “Oh and wear these.” Eloise looked at the stunning black high heels with their bright red bottoms. “But those are Louboutin mom? They’re so expensive. And I’ll be so tall…….” Her voice quivered with uncertainty. Being tall you had to find men taller than you and that wasn’t always easy, but she knew she could not reason with her mother, it was futile. “I know darling, but just put them on and don’t argue. It’s the final touch.” Eloise slipped off the flats she had chosen and stepped into the heels holding her mother’s arm to balance her while she worked her heel into the expensive shoes. Luckily she and her mother were the same size and could share shoes. Beth stood back to take a final look at her daughter. She had to admit she must have good genes. Her daughter looked stunning and she was smiling with a mother’s pride. “You look perfect darling let’s go.” The drive up Benedict Canyon was a bit nerve wracking as it was turning dark and the winding road had few lights. The cliff-like drop in some sections made Ellie squirm in her seat as her mother raced up the twisting narrow canyon road higher and higher. Sometimes she wished her mom were a little less aggressive, especially driving a car. The higher they got the bigger the lots got and the higher the hedges. You couldn’t see any houses, just large metal gates affixed to stone walls. Finally they reached a large stonewall with driveway gates swung open. On one side soft yellow lights illuminated the address and a sign reading “Lip Hook Manor”. Beth pulled her car in and found an open spot in the huge circular driveway full of other expensive cars. Set Direction 2: Gordon’s Hollywood Hills mansion of over ten thousand square feet; the expansive outdoor stone deck has a shimmering blue pool extravagantly lighted and overlooking the twinkling lights of the city of LA in the distance. Inside the huge mansion elegantly dressed people, the hoi polloi of LA society were milling about in a jumble of expensive dresses, resplendent tuxedos, glittering jewelry and recently completed hairdos. The catering staff was carrying around elegant flutes of Champagne, drinks and little hors d’oeuvres and canapés. An elegant young Chinese pianist in a black Cheongsam, her long black hair dropping all the way to her ass, was softly playing the Goldberg Variations on a baby grand Bösendorfer piano. Each woman who drifted past left a trail of her own distinct perfume. Beth grabbed her and her daughter a flute of the golden colored bubbly Champagne and began scanning the room to locate Gordon. Eloise began to feel self-conscious about her very short skirt as she noted the other women in their elegant dresses. Several people approached Beth to congratulate her on the huge success of the AIDS benefit she had organized the month earlier. Beth brushed them off as “nobodies” and didn’t even bother to introduce Ellie to them. Finally Beth located Gordon speaking with a group of high-level bankers and some other members of LA’s elite. Bethany worked her way over towards Gordon dragging Eloise along. Beth moved through the crowd with a skill long mastered she had soon worked them into the group. Beth knew how to work a room, how to collect business cards, how to remember who was connected to whom, how many kids they had, who their spouse was; in a setting like this Beth was in her element like a Tiger shark in shallow water full of plump seals. Bethany hovered unobtrusively on the fringe letting the conversation continue its normal course Bağdat Caddesi escort until it flagged and some members of the group began to drift away. It was then she turned to Gordon. Beth’s sense of timing was flawless. “So thank you for inviting me. We need to meet soon Gordon to discuss the Philharmonic. The benefit is in two weeks.” Gordon nodded and smiled. Beth noticed his eyes unobtrusively slide onto her daughter standing next to her. He had tried to resist looking and he had tried to mask the look, but another woman, especially a mother, is tuned to be aware of these things. The short skirt no doubt had worked its magic. Beth smiled internally, but held her look impassive. Eloise was rubbing her hands uncomfortably beside her rather too aggressive mother. “Oh excuse me. You probably don’t remember Eloise. I brought my daughter as my escort tonight. I hope you don’t mind?” Now Gordon’s eyes were fully on Eloise and she got even more nervous. Gordon smiled and his eyes softened and for some reason Eloise felt immediately more at ease. “Of course I remember her. It has been a while. I think it was her grade five RAD exam. You were very kind to invite my wife and I.” Eloise blushed a bright pink, her face turning hot. Gordon look concerned and reached out to take her hand. “I’m so sorry. Did I say something wrong?” Eloise giggled, but his big masculine hand felt so nice. “Well it’s just……” Gordon laughed. “Just what?” “I stumbled and got off balance when I was doing my spins.” Gordon chuckled. “Yes you did….” He paused. “Eloise….or shall I call you…..” “You can call me ‘Ellie’.” “Okay Ellie it is then. Well I recall the examiner let you start again and you got a perfect score. So no need to blush whatsoever; your spins ended up being perfect.” At this point Beth interjected wanting to control the conversation. “Yes dear and Gordon here is our glorious city’s top ‘spin doctor’ so he certainly knows a thing or two about spinning. If he says your spins are perfect then they certainly were.” They all chuckled and the conversation carried on with remarkable ease. Soon the other people in the group had all drifted away. It was then Bethany made her next move. “So Gordon, I hear Colleen is in DC.” Beth let the full implications of her sentence fall awkwardly unspoken in the context of all the gossip she had heard. Now it was Gordon’s turn to blush. He was publicly humiliated and he knew it. He had no idea how much Beth knew, but knowing her she knew details even more embarrassing than he him self. Scandal spread faster in LA than the plague. Who knows she might even have worse pictures than he’d seen? Beth realized Gordon was flustered and decided to pounce. “You’ll need an escort for the Philharmonic fund raiser. You know what LA is like. People talk…..” The phrase “people talk” was like a knife in the back in this city. Beth let the full meaning of her words hang in the air and saw the pink rise to Gordon’s cheeks. She was offering this pathetic limp dicked man her help and she hoped he was smart enough to grasp it and pull himself out of the quagmire of cuckoldry. He needed to man-up and show LA he still had balls and if she could benefit, then so much the better. “I was thinking if you hadn’t made other plans you could escort Eloise.” Eloise turned her head, her jaw dropping, as she realized what her mother had just done. There had been no fore warning and she was shocked. So this was her mother’s plan? Her mother was to offer her up to Gordon to make sure she got the Norton Family donation. Her face burned red for the second time. Gordon hadn’t planned to escort anyone given his depressed state? But looking around the room and realizing everyone probably was talking behind his back he thought fast. He looked at Ellie. My god she was a gorgeous young woman. She was tall enough to be a model and certainly had the body for it too. He began to think about Beth’s offer. Bethany was smart and ambitious; she had a reason for this offer he was certain? Gordon then saw Ellie’s face turning red and also realized how embarrassed this beautiful young girl was by her pushy mother. On the spur of the moment he decided to do the gallant thing. He knew Beth would expect him to resist and he quickly tried to recall what Sun Tzu had said? He decided to do the exact opposite of what his adversary would expect. Beth had worked him into a trap so he decided to see where it would lead. Gordon turned to Eloise who was now wringing her hands like she wanted to wring her mother’s neck. “I’d be privileged if a beautiful young woman like your self would consider being my escort. I can’t claim to be the most charming company, but I will do my best.” Gordon’s eyes looked into Eloise’s in a conspiratorial manner as if to say, “We both know what your mother is up to so let’s just play along.” Ellie turned to look at her mother with her eyes burning with the message, “Mother I want to wring your neck so badly.” Eloise then turned back to Gordon calming her face and settling her nerves. He was so much older than her, so handsome, so confident, she was unsure. Yet she was her mother’s daughter and a baby spider needs no manual to spin her own web. Ellie’s face brightened and her eyes danced; this could be her own way out? Her brain schemed its own plan. “Well….if you’re sure I’m not too young. I mean….” Ellie played coy and innocent batting her eyelashes shamelessly. She already knew Gordon wanted her body, so she had some cards to play. Gordon had by now regained his composure and control. “Of course your not. Your mother wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. You’re a very elegant young woman and your mother was so kind to make the suggestion. I wouldn’t want to show up at such an important event without a date would I?” Gordon smiled his handsome smile. “Actually you’ll be doing me a favor. I’m sure more than a few heads will turn if I show up with a beauty like you on my arm.” Eloise blushed at Gordon’s compliment and smiled at how perfectly he had handled the situation. When he had averted his warm brown eyes to scan the crowd she poked her mother in the ribs making her jump. When Gordon turned back she continued. “I’ll need to pick the right dress….I don’t know…I know it’s an important function….” Her voice was uncertain and nervous and for a second time Gordon reached out and held her hand. His touch sent little shock waves up her arm making her tingle. “Don’t worry my dear. Both your mother and I have very good relations with Zoe and we’ll have her lend you an elegant dress for the evening. She knows just how to dress a young woman with a model’s body like your self.” Eloise blushed red for the third time. An older confident man like Gordon had never complimented her body so openly before and she felt more tingles. She couldn’t imagine one of Hollywood’s top stylists would actually dress her? Really? Her head was spinning anew. Gordon turned to her mother. “What do you think Beth? Shall I call Zoe and have Ellie take a fitting on Tuesday?” Beth was beaming. This whole thing was going much better than she could have ever imagined. She thought for certain Gordon would have resisted more? Gordon seemed to really like Eloise. Well of course he liked her daughter, just look at Eloise’s stunning body. What man could resist a charming young woman with a body like that? Later Gordon had lost track of Eloise when he heard loud chuckles and laughter. He looked across the room near the exit to the pool deck and he saw a group of several women in elegant gowns laughing.

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