Leading Lady (2 page)

“It’s a nice paycheck,” Jenna sang, “and it
might bring in offers of legitimate work. It has for other
actors.”

“Yeah, it got them other reality shows. It’s
not worth the hassle of living in a tricked-up mansion listening to
a bunch of other has-beens spout their retro catchphrases. Forget
it.” Dina stood and arched her back, working out the kinks. The
only reality she wanted to face was a warm tub and a soft bed,
seeing as how the added bonus of a hard body to join her in both
wasn’t likely. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Ms. Joseph?”

Dina almost didn’t turn her head; few people
addressed her by her real name. Even her shrink called her
Mayda.

When she snapped around to see the two
gorgeous men standing before her dismantled station, she knew
instantly that she wouldn’t have minded playing doctor with either
of them. Or both.

Each was the photo-negative image of the
other -- porcelain white and dark olive, almost Mediterranean --
and both sported soft brown eyes and hair cropped behind pointed
ears. That narrowed their possible fandom preference to six shows.
Mission: Jupiter
had its share of characters with pointed
ears and eyebrows, webbed feet and hands, and whatever other
physical anomalies the writers concocted while drinking.

The olive-skinned one had blond hair; his
otherworldly look well suited the convention. Dina wondered if the
man wore makeup to enhance his shading. He sported an Eisenhower
jacket and black pants that nicely accentuated his muscled thighs
and front bulge. Not a wrinkle to be seen. A leather strap around
one shoulder indicated he had a scabbard behind his back; a sword
handle protruded from behind one shoulder.

Nice
.

The dark-haired one was definitely paler by
comparison, save for the piercing water blue eyes, and was dressed
entirely in white. The uniform and gilded insignia resembled
nothing from any TV show she had seen, but there were a number of
European TV fandoms represented here. He could be representative of
any of them, for all she knew. Dina was already a fan of his
equally impressive groin.

Please, let one of them be divine.
“Yes, I am Dina Joseph,” she said. It felt strange to say that. She
saw herself more as Mayda Moran than her real self. The thought to
offer a free autograph faded quickly. Despite the obvious costume,
she got the feeling these men were not
Mission: Jupiter
fans. “How can I help you?”

The two men looked knowingly at each other
before the blond spoke again. “I am Kray, and this is my, er,
partner, Lane. As you can see, neither of us have signed photos
bearing lipstick markings.” He winked. “Nevertheless, we have
noticed you are still alone…”

Dina wanted to roll her eyes at this.
Thanks
.

“…and we are hoping this will not prevent us
from, ah, an
audition
,” Kray finished.

“I see.” Dina caught a peripheral glance of
Jenna, whose eyes were practically popping from her sockets. The
younger woman was a better judge of size than she when looking at
clothed
men. The night might end well for her, after all.
“Well,” she said slyly, “certainly I’m not above bending the rules.
A kissed photo isn’t necessarily the only invitation I offer.”

“There is one catch, Ms. Joseph,” the
dark-haired universal soldier broke in. “We would like to audition
as a pair.”

“Meaning?” Dina thought she might orgasm at
the husky tone of his voice.

“Meaning,” the blond rejoined, “if we both
pass, we both play. And, if we may be so bold” -- his hand flipped
upward to reveal some snapshots pinched between his fingers --
“we’ve taken the liberty of performing our own screen test for your
consideration.”

“Well…” Dina was grateful for her training.
On the outside she regarded the proposal coolly, yet within her,
she battled every nerve that fought to splay wide her legs right
there on the table. The photos Kray handed her revealed two cocks,
impressive even in their flaccid states. Her pussy felt ready to
melt. She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed a
divine
rod. Actually, she could. Alan, despite having been
twice Dina’s age, sported a nine-inch cock and knew how to use it.
Lord, but she missed that man.

Here, though, she was being offered two in
the preferred size range and a hotel key card held by the
dark-haired one. Her kind of sweeps week.

“Shall we say, seven?” Kray asked.

She took the card. “We shall.” Now she
couldn’t decide if seven or nine was her favorite number.

Chapter Two

“This won’t work.”

Kray looked up from the row of winking
candles arranged on the bureau. The overhead lights were dimmed,
soft music wafted from the small bedside radio, and room-service
champagne chilled in a bucket stand by the bed. A scene for
seduction was set as best as the two could arrange it.

Everything seemed workable to Kray, save for
the combination of burning vanilla and lavender that stung his
nostrils. He had forgotten how noxious the scents were to him, yet
this was what Dina Joseph liked, according to the information they
had on her. For this to work, everything had to go as planned, and
that meant for Kray to control his olfactory discomfort and for
Lane to not act so skeptical.

“This won’t work,” Lane said again.

“We’ll have to suck up the odor.” Kray nodded
to the candles. “It’s a nice night out. Maybe if we open the
balcony doors, it won’t bother us as much.”

“I don’t mean the candles, Kray, I mean this
whole thing. This.
Us
.” Lane, clad only in a pair of jogging
shorts, paced their hotel room, his tension evident in his gait. “I
don’t think we can pull this off. She’s going to see right through
us.”

“She won’t. She’s used to meeting up with odd
people at these conventions. Whatever quirks that slip past, she’ll
attribute to some kind of science-fiction fanaticism she thinks
we’re harboring.” Kray perched on one corner of the bed and tracked
Lane’s every movement. Lane was beautifully sculpted, from his
strong arms to his taut, bare legs. The obvious anxiety Lane exuded
overrode the discomfort from the candles’ too-sweet aroma. Kray
felt suddenly dizzy and wobbled.

“Lane.” Kray scooted farther onto the
mattress and gestured the fairer man to sit between his legs. He
ground his fingers into Lane’s shoulders to undo the knots bunched
in the other man’s muscles. Lane was always a delight to touch. He
felt his cock stir between them. It had been a while since they had
made love, and Kray felt well the effects of withdrawal. The scent
of Lane so close taunted him. It was all he could do to keep from
thrashing Lane back onto the mattress and straddling his gorgeous
body. Two days since Kray last felt Lane’s delightful tongue
teasing his erect shaft and puckered hole…two days too long.

Patience
, Kray reminded himself. They
had to save something for Dina.

“Dina is beautiful.” Lane’s voice was
soft.

“So are you.” He brushed a kiss into Lane’s
hair.

“I can only hope I’m worthy of her, and that
I’ll please her.”

“You are, and you will. And she will love
you. Everything is going to be fine,” Kray assured Lane. “By
morning, Dina will be crazy for us and willing to leave this
nothing of a life behind her.”

“By morning, we’ll be in prison after she has
us arrested or committed.” Lane caught Kray’s hand as it slid down
his shoulder. “She’s a smart woman. What makes you think she’ll
believe us?”

“Faith, my love. She is the one for us.” Kray
leaned forward and kissed the bend in Lane’s neck.

“How do we explain these?” Lane tapped at a
pointed ear. “How do we explain they don’t come off when she asks
us to remove them?”

“Eccentricity.” Kray let Lane guide his hand
across Lane’s broad chest. He rolled a toughened nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, and was satisfied as Lane relaxed. “We’re
science-fiction fans. We want to ravish the luscious Mayda Moran
while dressed as those Narciscan characters on her old TV show.”
That was the agreed-upon cover, the fetish excuse they planned to
deliver should Dina question the ears. “I’m sure others have made
similar concessions with her, some even stranger than pointed
ears.”

“We’re
not
science-fiction fans. We’re
elves
,” Lane said, though the edge in his voice softened
significantly as Kray’s hand found the soft sac between his legs
and squeezed. “She’s not going to believe we’re from an alternate
reality, much less that we’re not human, that
I’m
not,
anyway. You’re half-human, at least.”

“I don’t look it, though. Don’t presume to
know what’s going to happen, Lane. You might be surprised with how
well our plan is executed.”

“She finds out these ears are real, we’ll be
executed when she dies of fright.” Lane’s voice was heavy. “They’ll
think we killed her.”

Kray nipped at Lane’s earlobe. “Such
delicious ears, too. Dina will love them as much as I do. She’ll be
fine.” Lane appeared to fight his caresses, but Kray could feel his
partner continuing to succumb.

“Weren’t the Narciscans the villains on that
show?” Lane asked. “Why would any of them want to sleep with an
officer of the
Jupiter
?”

“We can fill in plot holes later, love.” Kray
pressed a finger to Lane’s chin and forced him closer for a light
kiss. “Tonight, we claim Dina Joseph as our own.” Lane’s worries
were unfounded. By the time they were through with the lovely Dina,
the actress would willingly take her place in the triad and take on
her new role as queen of her husbands’ hearts.

Lane was completely relaxed now and fell
forward to straddle Kray’s hips as the two men kissed. This was
exactly what he had wanted to prevent, but it felt too nice to
ignore any further. Kray’s cock pressed against Lane, and he ached
to be inside him; Lane was a sensuous, giving lover, and Kray
blessed every day they were together. To have Dina finally join
them would be heaven. No way would the consummate actress turn down
the role of a lifetime…the role of an alternate lifeline, and a
life much better than the one she currently lived.

Kray kissed Lane’s throat, his collarbone,
his breastbone, and continued a soft, loving trail down Lane’s
body. He loved the way the handsome elf stiffened with every kiss.
Lane was going to love having him
and
Dina doing
this…forever.

Chapter Three

What
is
that sound?

Dina leaned into the door until her ear
barely brushed the painted wood. A wicked smile curled her lips; it
wasn’t too difficult to decipher the deep moaning. The divine
photo-negative twins had started without her. Interesting… This was
going to be
that
kind of threesome.

Dina felt her nipples tighten at the thought
of Kray and Lane going at it on the other side of the door.
Homoerotica was a big turn on for her; these two must truly have
been fans of hers to know that. The fetish wasn’t something she
advertised, but no doubt news of her favorite proclivities had
circulated around the sci-fi convention circuit over the years.

She wondered what they were doing. Did the
dark-haired one -- Lane -- have his head between Kray’s thighs,
sucking his cock? Their introduction had been brief, but Dina
imagined Lane was likely the more submissive of the pair. She could
see a man like Kray roughly pounding his cock into that delightful
pale ass and enjoying every minute of it.

Oh, yes, she
really
wanted to see
that. Maybe Lane would eat her pussy while she watched.

She knocked twice, hard, and waited.

“Coming!” shouted a distinctly surprised
voice.

I’ll bet.
Dina chuckled, but said
nothing.

Muffled chaos vibrated the door, and Dina
smiled as she pictured the two men hastily righting their clothes
and smoothing down their hair to look presentable.

She hadn’t expected either man to be nearly
naked, but Dina didn’t complain when Kray open the door to greet
her. Over his shoulder, she could see Lane lounging on the edge of
the bed, idly swinging a bare leg. Where Kray’s welcoming smile
evinced a natural confidence that set Dina’s blood rushing to her
sensitive areas, Lane’s shy grin proved just as endearing.

The vertical tenting of Kray’s shorts was as
much a delight to behold as his smooth-planed chest. Lane was
equally appealing. As Kray escorted her to sit next to him, she
noticed his dark nipples appeared thick, and Dina ached to bite
them. The bulge in his shorts seemed to throb as he shifted for
comfort.

Thank God
, she thought, thinking
fleetingly of her years of training by many an acting coach. Stoic
outside, volcanic within. The thought of having these two
magnificent specimens fucking her simultaneously, and perhaps doing
more with each other, would have made her quake had she not been
able to suppress the excitement. As it was, her pussy ached to the
point of explosion, and she clenched to keep her juices from
soaking the sheets; she feared the slightest touch by either of
them would cause her to explode.

Kray stood before her, ramrod straight, yet
with a relaxed expression. How he could look so blasé impressed and
frustrated Dina. Despite years of playing with groupies, the notion
of sex still made her giddy.

She bit her lip as Lane rose and wrapped an
arm around the other man’s waist.

“Ms. Joseph, as always, you are a vision of
beauty,” Kray said. “Lane and I thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for wanting to make me come.” Dina
laughed awkwardly at her lame joke, relieved neither man expressed
any distaste with it. They only stared down at her with a
love-struck awe that quickly unnerved her.
Was coming here a
wise thing to do?
she suddenly wondered. Neither man seemed
like the other young men she’d fucked over the years. These two
seemed interested in more than just a casual fling.