Ryan and Micki Make a Porno (smootch!)

"Dude, I can't believe you made her *bark*. That was *insane*." Hank compliments as me and the guys sit around Conrad's bar in his rec room drinking beers. We wrapped for the day a little over a half-hour ago, and have commenced with celebrating how well our first day of filming turned out. "I tip my hat to you, Mr. Dallion." he jokes, cocking his beer bottle in my direction.
"You're an award winning fucker yourself, Mr. Moody." I return the favor. I haven't been able to wipe this shiteating grin off my face since "Cut" was yelled and the ladies took Micki off to collect herself. I can't help but swell up pridelike; she'll need it after the five orgasms I just gave her. You can't help but feel like "The Man" after that. I also can't help but feel the approval of the rest of the female population at Chez Conrad since filming stopped. It's palpable enough to notice, anyway.
"Can I just propose a toast to our director, here?" Conrad stands, tapping his fingernail on his beer bottle, "Shit, Geldorf, you exceeded even *my* high expectations on this. I hope to continue to be impressed. Guess you never thought you'd be doing this when you first got to that reunion, eh, Dungeonmaster?" We all break out into laughter.
"Nope." I answer, noticing Dana enter the room, "I also didn't think it would make me feel so exhilerated. I should be taking a nap after that, but I feel like I could stay up all night. Oh, and could we get a hand for Elliot over here? To the most talented cinemaphotographer this side of the Mississippi!" I raise my own bottle to him, "Without whom this wouldn't have gone off today without a hitch."
"Not to mention it's going to look cool as shit." Elliot chimes as he slaps Andy five.
Dana approaches us, pulling on her jacket, "I have to get going; that big Biology exam isn't going to study itself." she says, giving Hank a lingering glance.
He leaps to his feet, "Do you need a study buddy?" he offers, moving to stand in front of her. He takes her hand in his, and she swings it a little in casual acquaintance.
"Somehow I have a feeling you would be too distracting." Dana replies with the cutest smile, "Call me in a few hours?"
"Guaranteed." He reluctantly lets her hand go as she waves 'Bye' to the rest of us and leaves. Hank returns to the group, biting his knuckle to signify his approval, "I believe Hank Moody has a *thang* for Miss Dana Scully." he tells us.
"No shit?" Andy says sarcastically, "We couldn't tell."
"Good for you guys." I tell Hank. That works for me. If Hank's distracted by Dana, there's no danger of him getting next to Micki, "I hope it works out."
Speaking of Micki, I haven't seen or spoken to her since our big porn moment, and have gotten that anxious feeling back for a different reason now. The ball's in her court, now. I've shown by our coupling my true physical feelings for her, undeniable. She was breezed away by the girls before I could gauge any kind of reaction toward me in the aftermath. I can't say I'm not curious.
I excuse myself by faking bathroom break to see if I can try to find her. We should probably have the Big Talk sooner than later. I wander around until I hear female voices coming from the direction of our suite and follow the sound.
"Audrey's got her scene with Andy tomorrow!" I hear Laura sing-song loudly, "Nervous?"
"Not after today; I'm actually pretty excited to do my part. Hopefully, Andy's as *talented* as the other guys." Audrey answers. I stop short from entering the room; intrigued by girl gossip.
"Well, Conrad was just divine. Plus, he's 'dibly hot. The big surprise of the evening was Ryan by far, if you don't mind me saying, Micki." Laura giggles.
Micki sounds a little aloof, "I don't mind."
"Laura, I was totally thinking the same thing! Oh my god! I mean, he's cute like a teddy bear and then *BAM*, transforms into a creative sex machine!" Audrey exclaims.
My ears are officially on fire. I continue hovering outside the door, not being able to bring myself to go in there just yet. I realize that I'm eavesdropping, but I don't care. They're not gonna say what they *would* say if I'm around.
Laura keeps going, "Total Major Stunner, for sure. Looks like the cuddly, gentle type, but boy, were we wrong! I mean, you'd expect that kind of performance from Hank, but Ryan...so, is he always like that, Micki? Earth to Micki, are you there?"
"What?" I hear her respond.
"What Laura was trying to ask before you totally spaced was is your boyfriend always that rockin' in the sack? We're fully curious." Audrey presses her.
"I wouldn't know. That was the first time." I hear Micki tell them, "He's not even really my boyfriend."
That....bitch. She did it. Dropped the bomb before I could even clear the air. I feel hurt and anger well up inside me as her audience lets out gasps of shock.
"You're not serious!" Laura yells, "Your *first* time, like, EVER? And you did it in front of a camera? Boy, you got a set on you the size of Milwaukee. That takes *big* balls."
"He's not your boyfriend?" Audrey echoes, "You mean Ryan's availiable? Or....well, I guess after what just happened.."
"It's complicated. We're, um, friends." I hear Micki say, "On Ryan's availiability, well, you'll just have to check with him, Audrey. I know he's said that you were cute."
"He did?" I hear Audrey beam.
I've had enough of this, so I make a hasty retreat back to the guys, feeling way past heartbreak. She couldn't *wait* to spill the beans that she wasn't mine. I know we said we'd out ourselves after our first scene, but after what just happened, how *could* she? At least without waiting to *talk* to me first. After all that, how could she *not know* how I feel about her? I bet she couldn't wait to let the secret out so she can try to pursue Hank. I am officially one dumb asshole. How could I give myself hope like that? I should know better, dammit. Friends. That's all we'll ever be. I had my shot, gave it hammer and tongs, and she still wants to get a piece of Hank Moody. Ryan Dallion be damned.
Well, *fuck that*. I'll go back to pretending I'm unaffected by her. At least then I can respect myself in the long run. I make my way back to Conrad's rumpus room and the guys at the bar, clapping my hands, "Lesbian fornication shots tomorrow, boys! Should we start with that in the a.m.?"
"Good call, Geldorf." Elliot comments, "Liking the way you think. Then we knock out some plotline/dialogue shots, and Ray and Slimer will end the evening. That way we can give the girls time to cover Audrey in all that makeup."
"Mmm, Audrey." I say, "Tasty piece of girl, that one."
"Man, what are you saying? Audrey's fly, but you've got Micki as your woman, and she's a *good* woman." Conrad chides me.
"Also, she bones like a sexy beast. Jesus." Andy adds to the agreeance of the rest of the men, who all nod enthusiastically. There's whistling, even.
Micki and the girls enter the room as I make my next statement. How perfect. I want her to hear this the most, "Well, I might as well get this out there, since I promised her after we finished that first scene that we would: Micki and I aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We're just friends and business partners. We just didn't want you to think that we couldn't do it, Conrad." I announce. I'm not fooled by that hurt look in her eyes. I know very well that she said it first. The room erupts in surprise, and I believe Andy says, "Holy *shit*!"
"Wow, y'all are good actors." Conrad states, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, "Cold, Ry-D. That shit was cold."
"Hey, we needed the money. They were gonna repossess our store." I continue, "Sorry if we mislead all of you." I catch Micki's stare for a second before turning away. Surprisingly painful.
"You mean that Micki's on the market?" Andy questions with intrigue, raising an eyebrow.
Audrey strolls her way up to me, "You've just dropped a Hindenberg, Mr. Dallion." she flirts, "You got a minute?"
I give her an approving smile, "I got a few of them for you, Audrey."
I do believe that Micki looks a little mad. Whatever. I'm not her fucking puppy. It makes my head spin how quickly they swarm upon her once the news is out; now Andy, Hank, and Elliot have her surrounded. I believe Andy procured a flower from a nearby vase. Just a pack of dogs, the lot of them.
"Laura and I wanted to test your prowess, for lack of better words." Audrey continues, placing a hand on my chest, "Do you think you can handle two at once?"
Seriously? She's really asking me that? What guy would say 'no'? Laura approaches from behind and nestles her chin on my shoulder, "Micki said we should ask you." she adds to my chagrin.
"Oh, she did, did she?" I ask, intrigued and disgusted. Way to drive your point home that you don't want me. Now you're sending out recommendations? I get it. "Sure Ladies, I can handle *anything*."
"We were hoping that you would say that." Audrey smiles as she begins to lead me out of the room by my shirt collar.
"Conrad, you coming?" Laura offers, "You can switch hit."
"You *know*!" he replies enthusiastically.
I'm about to protest (I wasn't really trying to get *that* freaky) when I notice that Hank has cornered Micki and they're conversing intimately. She throws me a challenging glance and I tip my head in acknowledgement and pretend I don't care. That I'm happy for her that she's finally about to land Hank.
Time to ease the pain with a little swinger's party, I reckon.
"We are gonna blow your fucking *mind*." Audrey boasts as we make our exit.

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"How could she just toss me aside so *easily*? After everything we've been through?" I wail a little into Audrey's shoulder as she soothes me with a 'therethere'.
Of course I couldn't go through with it. Once the party was just getting started back at Conrad's suite, I broke down like a woman and spilled my torment on the group, who have all been refreshingly understanding about the whole thing.
"See, I *knew* there was something going on between you two. Y'all were too convincing as a couple." Conrad had said.
"You poor *baby*!" Laura exclaimed, her and Audrey rushing to my side on the couch so near to the place I thought I had consummated with the only woman I could ever have *those kind* of feelings for.
"But there wasn't anything going on, that's the thing. I'm just a dumbass." I retorted as Audrey pet my hair, "A stupid, *hopeless* dumbass."
"So that's why you went Over the Top on that whole shebang." Conrad commented in realization, "A man doesn't put it to a woman like that unless he's trying to impress her socks off, am I right?"
"How romantic!" Laura chimed, getting a little misty, "I could totally cry!" she told me as I slowly nodded my head, then buried it in my hands.
I *did* cry. I believe that I'm man enough to admit it. This whole ordeal had me so emotionally wrung out I feel as the Temple of Doom guy has come back with gangbusters. How quickly bliss and feelings of being "The Man" can turn into despair and deridement when it comes to the woman you love. She's probably been with Hank all night, I bet. Ten to one, he's genuinely rocking her world. My thoughts turn even more sour when I think that maybe she was pretending that I was him when I was revelling in the magic that was her. I kept the bulk of them up most the night as they comforted me with words of encouragement and shared tales of equal heartbreak. In the early morning Conrad and Laura gave me and Audrey the boot; Audrey following me back to the suite I share with Micki to make sure I was okay.
As you may already know, Micki wasn't there. Which sent me further into a tailspin, I might add. Audrey didn't want to leave me alone, so she's been with me for the duration. The both of us just woke up a few minutes ago, with me immediately realizing all that had transpired was *not* a dream and picking up where I had left off to wallow in my misery. She's been a dear, getting right back in there with her consolation. Sure, she's a hot girl, but Audrey is more than that. She's a good person. Audrey has been kind enough to listen to me burden her with my feelings towards another woman, and even held me when I sobbed like a baby. Matter of fact, that's how I passed out.
"Honey shhh, listen," she begins as I try to hold back the tears that threaten, "I think that you may be looking at the worst possible scenario, Ryan. I mean, you didn't really see her after...the incident. I can testify that she was pretty starry-eyed and out of it."
"What are you getting at?" I sniffle.
"I'm saying that it appeared to me that she was pretty stoked in the way a girl gets when she's fucked by the man she *really* wants to fuck. Girls tend to glisten a little when that's the case, and Micki was *glistening*." Audrey explains. Really? She was? I look up at her as she continues, "Ryan, can you be positive that she's with Hank right now?"
"Well, she's not *here*." I quip.
"It's not as if we're not in a big fucking mansion, or anything." Audrey cracks with sarcasm, "She couldn't just find another room to sleep in? You *did* announce to everyone that you weren't a couple. Maybe she thought it best."
"Wait, she told *you guys* first. That was my dead giveaway." I argue, "That, and her basically passing me over to you two."
Before Audrey can answer, the door creaks open and a cautious Micki steps in. This probably doesn't look the greatest. Audrey and I are in the bed and she's holding me. She also borrowed a t-shirt and a pair of my boxers to sleep in, so that's what the two of us are currently wearing when she notices us.
Cautious Micki flares into pissed off Micki. Then something comes over her and her face transforms into the falsest smile she can muster, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asks breezily.
"Totally no!" Audrey exclaims, giving me one more hug, "I'll let you guys talk." she whispers in my ear, "Hear her out, okay?" She stands, checking her wrist. There's not a watch in sight, "Wow, look at the time! I should really get going!" she exclaims, gathering her clothes in a heap by the bed, "I need to feed my kitten before the shoot with Laura this morning. Chances are she's still here with Conrad, so she's not gonna do it." Micki and I both watch her with intrigued looks as she runs into a chair as she's trying to leave and recovers with slight embarrassment, "See you two in a few hours!" she waves, racing out the door and almost running into the door jamb on her way.
"Hot night?" I question her a little on the cold side as she plops down on the couch and throws her purse on the side table.
"You have no right to ask me that." she tells me, heavy on the testy side.
"Why not? I think that I have more than right when *someone* is gone all night." I argue, daring to look at her.
She sits up from where she was lounging and shoots me a megawatt glare. It's a look that could kill, "That's rich, Ryan. I find you in bed with Audrey and you're questioning *my* whereabouts? You must be on crack to think that mislogic is okay reasoning."
"You were with *someone*, weren't you?" I press. Now I'm angry and seeing red. How dare she get mad about Audrey when it was all her doing in the first place? Not that anything even happened. Except a lot of bawling, that is.
"It's none of your business, Ryan." she says, her voice pretty fuming itself, "You're *not* my boyfriend, remember? Or did you forget that between your little swinger's party two-girls-at-once action and now that you've found out I was gone all night? Fuck you!" That false, unflappable smile returns, "Actually, fuck *that*. Why shouldn't you know, right? We're 'just friends'; so yes, Ryan. I *was* with *someone* last night. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
No, now that she's said it, that's the last thing I wanted to hear. Temple of Doom part three: The gaping whole where my heart used to be. That's my current state. I can't even talk. I just get up and leave. I have to get out of here, because the room is closing in, I feel like I'm suffocating, and I'll be damned if I let her see me cry.