Hearthstone Entertainment
17 Baked
I FOLLOWED HANNAH’S naked butt out to the motorhome after dinner. Any time she’s carrying her clipboard, she looks professional—even naked. I had my gi on, only because it had a pocket where I could put half a dozen condoms. Amy took one look at Hannah and walked past us into the barn.
“That Monte is hung like a horse,” she said as she passed. Well, I guess she had what she wanted tonight. Damn! Monte is seventeen and I’m sure Amy is at least twenty-five. Oh well.
“You’re naked!” Jessica exclaimed. She was sitting at the table in her gi. She hadn’t come in for dinner tonight. I think she was still a little spooked about what happened last night with the Senator’s reporters.
“We brought brownies,” Hannah said, happily ignoring Jessica’s comment.
“I can’t eat brownies,” Jessica moaned. “They aren’t on my diet.”
“You’ll like these,” Hannah said. “Brian bakes them special with a special ingredient.” Jessica’s eyes got big.
“Better living through chemistry,” I deadpanned.
“You mean we could get high out here and no one else would know?” Jessica said. I turned and flicked the lock on the door. “We need milk!” I unlocked the door and ran into the house. I grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge and a bunch of random food. We’d need it later. Jennifer saw me and snorted. I flicked an eyebrow at her and she busted out laughing. I left.
Back at the motorhome, I discovered two brownies had already disappeared. I locked the door and poured glasses of milk as the girls grabbed another brownie. I need to talk to Sandy about getting some more ingredients.
“So, what’s the brilliant idea,” Hannah asked.
“Well, we were trying to come up with a way that Jessica could turn the tables on the paparazzi,” I said. “They only want pictures of her when she’s not working. They won’t try to interfere with an actual shoot. We thought we’d turn the tables on them and put her out where she could be working in public on a TV show. Something about what to shop for. You know, like for prom, a big date, a day at the beach. That sort of thing.”
“Or what not to wear,” Jessica giggled as she shrugged out of her gi jacket. Both girls were at least one brownie higher than I was and climbing fast. I grabbed one off the plate and began describing the series. I was making up all kinds of shit about how she could encounter shoppers at a mall and offer to buy them an outfit on television.
“Where would we get the money for that?” Hannah asked.
“Shit, I’ve got all kinds of money,” Jessica offered. “It would be worth it to get the better of the damned reporters.”
“Sponsors?” Hannah asked.
“Heaven has all kinds of clothing sponsors, but we could probably get a mall to sponsor her, or even a department store,” I said.
“Hmm. That could work. What else do we have to eat?”
I“d begun to recognize certain signs in Hannah. She could be incredibly stressed—like today when she dealt with a congresswoman, a council of ministers, and her parents, only to have to turn around and deal with a producer that was out of control and wanted to fire everyone. But as soon as she got her anxiety under control, her ability to focus on her productions was incredible. I think she channeled her stress into her creativity. You could almost see the wheels turning.
“How about if we designed clothes for her?” Hannah said dreamily. “Design My Date. We could have Leonard design an outfit for her and sew it. Heaven could be commenting on what goes into the packaging. I loved that term.”
“Yeah, but Leonard’s in high school. We can’t just snatch him up and make him sew,” I said. I thought I was speaking slowly, but every time I looked at the clock above Heaven’s sink, it said the same thing.
“But we need to get his name out there,” Hannah said. “Have you noticed that Elaine wears a different outfit for every show? That kid is cutting and sewing faster than she can talk. He’s designed every one of her outfits.”
“You’re kidding!” Jessica said. “She’s the best-dressed television host in the business. Doris Day never hoped for that kind of wardrobe.”
“What’s she doing these days?” Hannah asked. “We should get her on Elaine’s show.”
“I doubt it,” Jessica said. “She’s into animal rights and I hear she’s afraid to fly.”
“Okay,” Hannah said. She really sounded stoned. Well. We were. “We’ll do it. Brian will be the producer. It’s time you started working for a living,” she giggled. “No, that will never do. You don’t know anything about producing a television show. You’ll have to be the executive producer. But you’ll have to take Lonnie’s class. I’m not going to teach you everything!”
“But… Who’s going to produce and direct and be the cameraman and all the other stuff?” I protested. It wasn’t much of a protest. My head was accepting an Emmy. I probably shouldn’t have had that last brownie. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza.
“Who do you think? You’ll have to tell her tomorrow. This is just the kind of show she needs to make her mark as a producer/director. She’ll have to find a cameraman,” Hannah said.
Huh? April? Oh shit. That’s not who she meant. I was going to work with Maggie.
Sex while baked is… interesting. Actually, everything is interesting. Like, Hannah’s left nipple sticks out farther than her right nipple. No, wait. It’s the nipple on my right so it’s her left nipple, right? Not like it’s gross or huge or anything. But it was right there in front of my eye before I licked it. Her nipple.
None of us wanted to sit at the table, so we lay down on Jessica’s bed. Not sure when I got naked. But I was lying right there beside Jessica and she was kissing me. Neither of us seemed to be able to move to make love. That was because Hannah was on top of me and then there was her nipple. Jessica beat me to the right one, so I sucked on the little one. My right. Hannah’s left. I was on the other side.
I felt like I had a giant rod growing out of my cock. Damn, I was hard! And Hannah was really wet as she slid down on me.
“Oh. I was going to do that,” Jessica said. “It looks so nice. You look so much like your sister, Hannah. I wouldn’t have sucked your nipple except I thought it was Sarah.”
“My naughty sister. Oh! Ohohoh!” Hannah spasmed on my cock. She kept moving. “You can try this as soon as I’m done. Oh! Ohohoh! I’ll be done soon.”
“You just keep going. You’re both so beautiful. I have a friend.” Jessica rolled to her right and I thought she was going to get up, but instead she opened her drawer and pulled out a dildo. “Might not look like much, but he’s been my buddy for years. I picked him up at a sex shop in Amsterdam. Ahhh. That’s better. May I have a nipple?” Hannah shifted slightly to give Jessica access. As soon as Jessica latched on, Hannah came again. I was wondering if I was ever going to come. It just felt so good! I had that heat building in the pit of my stomach that felt like fire spreading out through my gut and my balls and my cock. I knew I was way past the point when I’d normally be coming, but instead it just kept building and every stroke was so sensitive.
I had one hand wrapped around Hannah’s butt as I helped rock her on my cock and she came again. Jessica guided my other hand to her pussy and made me pump the dildo in and out of her as it buzzed in my hand. The next time Jessica came, she bit down on Hannah’s nipple and Hannah screeched out an orgasm that pushed my cock into her as far as I could go.
And then I started pumping.
I didn’t think it would ever stop. I could feel every drop race through the tubes. Felt my prostate contract and propel the sperm up through my cock. I could feel it blast from my hole and splash back against me as it hit the end of Hannah’s channel. And then I felt it all again. And again. When Hannah collapsed on my chest, it forced all the air out of my lungs as I spurted again. I saw stars and then I was out.
“Water,” Hannah croaked. I nodded. Someone had stuffed my mouth full of cotton and I couldn’t breathe.
“Did we fuck last night?” Jessica moaned. “My pussy hurts.”
“Ow! Owowow!” Hannah choked. ’We“re stuck together.” Oh fucking hell! She was getting off of me and ripping the skin off my cock. I actually pushed her until she rolled off me.
“Breathe. My chest hurts.”
“Oh, shit! My toy is still in there. Thank God the battery ran down,” Jessica moaned. We were all moaning and stumbling to the sink for water. I looked at the empty brownie plate on the table along with the ruins of pizza, lasagna, Sarah’s best Almost Dinner casserole, and the open carton of milk. Empty. I’m so hung over.
“How many brownies did you bring over last night, Hannah?”
“Um… whatever was on the plate.”
“The fresh plate of brownies that I just baked?”
“Yeah.”
“Twelve brownies? As in four apiece?”
“That’s math,” Jessica giggled. I wondered if she was still high. Let me see. That was the equivalent of a third of an ounce of cannabis each. Holy shit! Damned good holy shit, in fact.
“We had a whole lid last night,” I said.
“Oh. No wonder your chest hurts.”
“My chest hurts because you laid on it all night and I was trying to breathe.”
“Oh yeah? Well my pussy hurts because you… how many times did we make love last night?” Hannah asked.
“Once, I think. All night long. I’m surprised there is any skin left on my cock. No! Don’t touch it!”
“We have to get ready. Coach Casey and Coach Knight will be here this morning,” Hannah said.
“I have to say goodbye to the Partridges,” I sighed. “Should have had dinner with them last night.”
“You had lunch with them,” Hannah said.
“I’m going back to bed,” Jessica declared. “I’m supposed to look like a model tonight.”
“Who am I cooking for?”
“Whitney’s team—those who didn’t graduate.”
“I’m going to need a ladder.”
We pulled on our gis and headed to the barn and breakfast. We’d missed forms and no one came to get us.
“You need to talk to Maggie. She should be at the Booster Club meeting tonight. You can bet other reporters will be there and we want to film Heaven’s transformation.”
“Do you think she’s ready for it?” I asked. People looked at us a little strangely as we grabbed oatmeal out of the pan. Lexi and Judy were outright laughing.
“Oh, sure. You saw how she transformed on Elaine’s show.”
“Yeah. I meant Maggie.” Hannah looked at me and giggled. She shrugged her shoulders. Then she headed for the shower.
I really wanted to watch Elaine’s show. Five of the women’s varsity team were in the audience on one side and five of the men’s varsity on the other. We even had our hoop outside ready for the one-on-one matchup between Whitney and Lionel. It was going to be a blast.
Unfortunately, as of last night I had become an executive producer. As soon as Maggie showed up, I motioned her to Stall One. Samantha saw us and quickly left, closing the door behind her.
“Have I done something wrong, Brian?” Maggie asked, watching the door close.
“No, Maggie. How would you like a promotion?” She looked at me with her eyes wide. She stepped up close to me and nodded her head before sinking to her knees and reaching for my belt. I jumped back.
“No! No, no, no. That’s not what I meant, Maggie. That’s all a joke. It’s really not the way we work around here. Oh, Christ. Please, get up off the floor.”
“I thought you meant… what I offered… I’m sorry. When you said…”
“I meant it literally, not as some kind of euphemism. I want to offer you a job. I have so much to learn about this. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Why isn’t Hannah talking to me? Isn’t she the executive producer?”
“Well, yes. Over some things. We’re expanding this fall. This isn’t about the summer camp. And in this instance, I’ve been promoted, too. Only I don’t have any idea… I said that. I’d like to offer you a position as producer/director for a new show we’re going to start in the fall,” I said.
“I’d be both? How is that a promotion?” she asked. “It sounds like twice as much work.”
“How much are you being paid this summer?”
“Are you kidding? Don’t you know? We have to pay for class credit. You got slave labor here,” she laughed.
“Exactly. So, if you were paid a regular salary, wouldn’t that be sort of like getting a promotion?” I asked.
“You want to pay me to produce and direct Young Cooking? For real? Oh, Brian!” She threw herself at me.
“No. No. Take it easy, Maggie. You’ve done a great job with Young Cooking, but part of our agreement with Lonnie is to keep it a student produced and directed show for the next school year. This is a new show—a new concept. You would have an office here, or share this one, at least. We would have our own camera and you’d hire a cameraman. You’d be in charge of the show’s concept and look. You’d have to maintain a budget and discuss expenditures with me as executive producer. I’m responsible for making sure there is money to produce the show. You are responsible for seeing that the show gets produced and shot appropriately—according to the standards we’ve set at Hearthstone Entertainment,” I said.
“Yes,” she answered firmly. “I think. What’s the show?”
“We think it’s called Redress. It’s a kind of fashion show where Heaven helps a random stranger pick out the perfect dress.”
“Heaven? I’d be working with Heaven?”
“Yeah.”
She launched herself at me again. This time her feet were literally off the floor as she kissed me and hung from my neck.
“You won’t regret this, Brian. I will be good. And I don’t care if it’s part of the job description or not. You want a blowjob, you’ve got it! Hell, if Heaven wants one, she’s got it! I will keep my star so happy! I’ll be the best producer-director in the world. You won’t regret it.”
I’m already regretting it!
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