Leading Lady (5 page)

Right
. Of course, all the friendly
little people in Kray and Lane’s reality had pointed ears…and nice
white jackets with extra-long sleeves and buckles in the back.

“We are from an alternate universe, Dina,”
Lane continued, “where our Earth is populated with elves in
addition to humans. Our traditions are similar to yours, though
because of population concerns many people of both races have taken
to mating in threes…” His voice trailed off as he looked down at
his naked body, appearing as though he had said too much.

Too much nonsense.

“Dina,” Kray said, his head lowered and
fingers steepled, “you are familiar with a certain story about a
ring, and elves, and other humanlike creatures that sought to
destroy the ring?”

“Am I?” Dina snorted. Yet more movies in
which she hadn’t had a chance in hell of landing a role. “Don’t
tell me Tolkien was an elf from your bizarro world.”

“Not an elf, but yes, he came from our
alternate universe,” Kray said with casual seriousness. “It
certainly explains the realistic quality of the books he wrote.
They weren’t appreciated as much in our world, and when he and
others like him discovered a breach in the space continuum between
realities, he took advantage of the opportunity to gain fame
through a fresh audience.”

Space continuum? This entire conversation
read like one of her old scripts. It hadn’t make sense twenty years
ago, either. “People like him?” Dina frowned. “People like
Alan?”

Kray nodded. “My grandfather and his wife
sought to find a third with whom they could form their triad.
Nobody in his world appealed to him, so he hopped the continuum and
met you. Only people who exist in one world and not the other can
do that.” Kray looked into her eyes and smiled. “There is no Dina
Joseph in my world, just as no Kray or Lane or Alan Widmark exists
here. Dina, my father told me many times of how you and Alan met.
Didn’t you think it odd that a man with virtually no credentials or
history could get a prominent writing job with a popular television
series?”

“It was L.A.” Dina shrugged. “If that’s the
weirdest thing that happened, the town’s much better off than I
originally thought.” To think of it, though, Dina never recalled
seeing much of anything personal at Alan’s apartment when they
dated, on the rare occasions they went there. Alan had been a
private man who shared little of his past. Not once, either, had he
mentioned a wife in another world with whom he wanted a perpetual
three-way.

If Alan had indeed come from another
universe, why not share the news with her?

You know why
. She shook her head. Yes,
she would have dropped him as quickly as her agent had dropped her
when her marketability in the business tanked.

“He had hoped to take you back with him, but
he was killed before that could happen,” Kray said mournfully. “His
family barely managed to close his affairs here before anyone
became suspicious. When I heard the stories and saw the film” --
Kray raised his chin at this -- “I knew my grandfather would still
have wanted you to cross over and enjoy a better life.”

Dina snorted.
Right.
She wanted to
live in an alternative timeline playing Hollywood has-been to a
whole new population of sci-fi fanatics, while spouting tired
one-liners on
The Alternate Hollywood Squares
.

“Hear me out, Dina.” Kray’s voice darkened.
“You have no idea how popular your film is in my world.”

“What?” She felt the heat of both men closing
in on her. Somewhere in the course of conversation, Lane’s hand had
sought out the sensitive flesh under her arm, and he massaged her.
Kray’s fingers glided up and down her thigh.

“Everything you hoped for in your career, you
can still have; it’s not too late,” Kray whispered in her ear, then
flicked the lobe with his tongue. “You’ll star in movies, be adored
everywhere you go.”

“Best of all,” Lane added in her other ear,
“you’ll have us to love you every night.” His breath was warm in
her ear. The sensation prickled her skin and stiffened her nipples.
There, too, was that familiar ache in her pussy. Dina’s senses swam
as she grasped hold of the bed’s edge and tried to stand.

“No.” The concept, of course, was heavenly.
To have the successful career, her name above the title, a closet
full of awards, had been her dream. To come home every night to two
waiting cocks, well, that surpassed any dream script handed her
way. She knew, however, no matter how serious these two sounded
that it couldn’t be true. To drag poor Alan’s name into their
deceit only hurt more.

She was tired, disappointed, frustrated, and
horny. She wanted to believe she had slipped into an episode of
Mission: Jupiter
, but would be happy instead to just crawl
back to her hotel room and drink away the memory of having her
pussy filled with a pair of divine rods. “I-I’m sorry,” she
murmured, and dived for the door. “This is just…too much…”

“Dina, no!”

She couldn’t tell which one had shouted after
her. Stumbling in a heartbroken daze, she kept her eye trained on
the door, then the hallway and the bank of elevators. No footsteps
followed her; no sharp rapping on her hotel door invaded her
sheltered privacy as she slipped into the warmth of her own bed and
closed her teary eyes in vain.

* * * * *

“Let her go, Lane.” Kray kept his grip across
his lover’s chest, finding it more impossible to do as the other
man fought the restraint.

“We’ll lose her.”

“We won’t. She’s not going anywhere,” Kray
said. “More than likely she’ll have extra security at the Q&A
panel tomorrow in case we show up, and we will.” He felt relieved
to see Lane’s reserve melt with the simple optimism in his
statement. “I know enough about Dina through Grandfather to know
that she never backs away from a commitment, no matter how strange
the circumstances become.”

“She certainly high-tailed it out of here,”
Lane said with a strained laugh.

“We’ll get her back, don’t worry. Think of
this as another
Mission: Jupiter
episode. The mission is
never complete until the last scene. We have time.”

Lane eased back on the rumpled bed, his cock
resting on his abdomen. He teased Kray with a few gentle strokes to
his shaft. “You sound as though you already have a plan.”

“I do.” Kray knelt between Lane’s legs and
reached forward to cup the other man’s balls. “You know what Mayda
Moran always said on that show: ‘Never go into battle without a
Plan C.’ I certainly have that, and because I had the forethought
to plan ahead, I now have the time to do this.”

He dipped his head forward and took Lane’s
cock into his mouth, tasting Lane and Dina together, as he knew was
meant to be.

Chapter Six

She would take two more questions from these
numskulls, then check out of the hotel and get the hell out of
here. Never mind that she still had two hours of autographing to
do, and that her room was paid for through the next morning, and
that Jenna would be miffed, and that her flight didn’t leave for
another three hours after the hotel’s checkout time. Dina was ready
to go home
now
.

She hadn’t minded before the mild annoyances
of answering the same questions about
Mission: Jupiter
con
after con after con, but the knowledge that she probably wouldn’t
be getting any divine fan cock afterward had taken the zest out of
today’s planned activities.

Should a strapping young man with the
qualifications to audition cross her path today, she wouldn’t be
able to do a thing about it. Kray and Lane had ruined convention
sex for her. They had been so wonderful, fucking and sucking her to
new heights of ecstasy, but they’d had to spoil everything by
turning insane. She knew she had been putting herself at risk in
the first place by offering strangers the opportunity to bed her,
but last night’s experience cemented what she had to grudgingly
accept: auditions were officially closed for good.

Head propped on her palm as her elbow slid
slightly underneath the weight, she listened halfheartedly to a
co-panelist reminisce about a scene he and Dina had flubbed
twenty-odd years ago. The crowd chuckled along, clearly
understanding more of the story than she did. She couldn’t recall
the man’s face from the sea of extras and bit actors who had passed
through the
Mission: Jupiter
set. It stood to reason that
his career had met a worse fate than her own.

The panel’s moderator called for calm and
announced one last question to be directed at her. Dina
straightened to attention as hands shot up throughout the small
auditorium. She hoped for something simple. She didn’t feel like
straining to recall details of specific episodes so these guys
could settle bets. All she could think about was Kray’s cock
throbbing in her pussy and Lane’s silken shaft sliding past her
lips.

All she could think about was how badly she
wanted more.

“Okay, I see a hand in the back,” the
moderator was saying. “You, sir, in the black, come on up to the
mic, please.”

From the shadows of the auditorium, a tall
figure with shocking blond hair emerged. Dina felt her pulse
explode as Kray stepped up to the microphone planted several feet
before the stage. She wanted to run; she wanted to stay; she wanted
the ache in her pussy to subside. She did nothing -- could do
nothing -- but watch Kray watch her with an intensity that set her
loins on fire.

His words were confident, unlike the other
conventioneers who had stumbled over their questions. “Ms. Joseph,
I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed your performance in
The
Regal Plot
, and I was wondering why you hadn’t pursued more
films after that.”

His knowing smile tested her, taunted her. He
knew the answer already. Dina imagined much of the audience did as
well, but rather than let herself be shaken by a perceived veiled
jab, Dina held her head high and smiled sweetly.

She could still see him naked, his cock like
a mast, aching to be inside her.

“Though I enjoyed making
The Regal
Plot
, I decided not long afterward that film was not for me. I
preferred the more flexible schedule television work offers, so
after
Mission: Jupiter
ended, I tried to focus on more roles
for the small screen.” What a lie that was. “I feel I made the
right decision for myself.”

“But given the chance, say you were offered
the film role of a lifetime…the next Scarlett O’Hara,” Kray
challenged, “would you reconsider?”

“Uh, sir,” the moderator broke in, “you asked
your question…”

“I did, and I want an answer.” Kray was bold,
and held his gaze to Dina’s with a strength she swore shortened the
distance between them. “Would you reconsider, Ms. Joseph?”

“I would, provided I felt the role was right
for me,” she said evenly. The rippled murmur of a hundred
conventioneers barely fazed her, as did the gruff, nervous
ahem
from her co-panelist. She saw only Kray in the room,
clearly offering her a role in his delusion. “Mind you, though, I
couldn’t take any role in film or television if I felt the story
was not genuine.”

“How about a love triangle story, with a
happy ending for all involved?” Kray had the audience’s awed
attention. Something about the confidence in his stance and voice
kept all eyes on him. Nobody seemed perturbed he was monopolizing
the session. Even the moderator returned to his seat, as if bidden
there by a spell. “Would you consider a role like that, Ms.
Joseph?”

A love triangle…each participant latched to a
lover, sucking a cock or licking a pussy. Yes, that she could do
again. “It’s not implausible; I might consider.”

“Okay, say this love triangle is set in an
alternate universe, and two members are not considered human. What
then?”

This brought the room to life. A hundred
different conversations, the participants pondering the logistics
of such a plot, rumbled like distant thunder. Dina watched Kray
watch her for a reaction and smiled.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’d have to read
the script, and see the set.”

Kray smiled back. “Very well.” Without
further pretense, he closed his eyes and raised one hand over his
head. His mouth twitched in what looked like a silent incantation,
and the curious rumblings of the audience spiked with shock when
Kray’s fingers seemed to grasp the air as one would crumple cloth.
Dina gasped when she saw the air above Kray ripple in his fist and
tear away.

Shock washed over the auditorium. Cell phone
cameras held aloft captured every moment. A lone voice wondered
aloud if this was part of the show. Mute from her own shock, Dina
couldn’t answer.

He was actually doing it. Kray was actually
creating a tear in the time continuum. There actually
was
a
time continuum, just like the one explained in the
Mission:
Jupiter
episode earlier in the session, the one in which she
had flubbed lines with her co-panelist…

Dina blinked and put a hand to her mouth.
That episode had been written by Alan Widmark.

* * * * *

This, she would have to believe. The look on
her face was evidence enough that she was nearly there.

Kray now stood next to a vertical slit from
which she could clearly see another place -- a park blanketed in
bright green grass in the foreground of an impressive, futuristic
skyline. This was Toronto in Kray’s world.

He peered through the slit, and a smile split
his face as Lane approached from their home world to view Kray’s
side of the continuum. Lane’s appearance caused another wave of
excitement among the stunned crowd, Dina included. Kray was happy
to see, though, that she was more pleased than upset.