0 comments/ 21219 views/ 0 favorites Jon's Education By: mannytheman I was looking at some pictures on line, and I had an idea. I wanted to write a quickie. Not a quickie like when the kids are at school, but like when you were in college, so inflamed that you weren't sure you could get your clothes off in time. Short, hot, unbearable. It didn't work. Even a quickie has its back story, no matter how slim. And a whole story of only sex turned out to be ridiculously difficult to write, and much longer than I'd imagined. But here it is. If you're interested, I have more ideas. Let me know. Almost as soon as he'd knocked on the blue door, it flew open and Andy was leading him inside. "Hey, Jon. Right on time. Come on in. Cup of coffee?" He wasn't sure he wanted coffee; his nerves were already on full alert. But Andy was pouring a cup for him, and he took it. "Everything OK?" Jon nodded. "Listen, kid. I know this is going to be new for you. But don't sweat it. A week ago you'd never modeled at all, and that worked out fine. Right?" That had been T-shirts and underwear for a web shop. Jon had never posed for a camera before, but it had gone smoothly. He'd met Andy at the Oasis, a pub down by the waterfront, not far from here, where they were both regulars, and they'd chatted a few times over drinks. When Andy had suggested Jon might do a little modeling to fill his time and his wallet, he'd thought, "Why not?" It wasn't like he had much else going on. And Andy had paid him cash. "If you're not going to drink that, come on back and let's get started. Jessie's already here." Andy took the cup from his hand and set it on the wooden desk facing the door. When Jon had been here before, there was a cute blonde named Candy sitting there working the phone and the computer, but this afternoon her chair was empty. He followed Andy across the long concrete floor to the set. It was just the back of what had once been a garage, still lined with oil-blackened work benches, but the far end had been modified into a studio. The lights were set up, and the umbrella reflectors, and on the back wall, the wide roll-down back-drop showed kitchen cabinets and paned windows. An oval oak-topped table stood before it at the center of the set. Jon had been surprised at the cheesy back-ground, a sunset beach his first time, but Andy had explained. "First of all, nobody's actually looking at it, and second, you'd be amazed at how real it looks when I get done." Jon had seen the results of his shoot, and Andy was right on both counts. "Jessie, this is Jon. Jon, Jessie." Jessie rose up off the couch by the side of the set and gave Jon a smile and her hand. She was short. In fact, she was tiny. Dressed as she was, in a warm-up suit and sneakers, she might have been a school-girl. Except for the boobs. Even the loose nylon jacket couldn't disguise their prominence. Jon took her hand, feeling it disappear in his grip. Jessie had a mane of blonde hair that curled around the neck of her jacket and hung down onto her back. Her dark eyes and eye-brows made him think blonde might not be her natural color. He didn't care. Her smile was nice and easy, making him feel more comfortable already. And she was a babe. "Jessie, I already explained the shoot to you, but I'll go through it again for Jon. It's for a men's magazine, Viceroy or something, I had the guy in here last week, but I can't remember. It's all on the contract. Anyway, they're hurting in the markets, and thinking a little more skin might pick them up. Thing is, they don't want to buck community standards in the places they're doing well. The way the guy laid it out was everything but hard-core. Well, not everything. Nudity is OK. Kissing, arousal, OK. Touching OK. Almost OK. No oral contact with erogenous zones. He said his legal division was adamant on that. They define erogenous zones as nipples, not breasts, just nipples, and all genitals. Anyway, they're the ones who have to get their rag on the newsstands, and they draw up the guidelines and they're paying. And oh yeah, no penetration, obviously. Got it?" Andy looked back and forth between them. "Good." Andy turned to Jessie and said, "Candy laid out some stuff for you in the dressing room before she left. Nothing elaborate. Just some shorts and a top and shoes. She knows your sizes. Go get changed and we'll get your make-up on." Jessie disappeared through a grubby door beside the set. Jon knew from his first session that it led to a surprisingly modern dressing room, complete with lighted make-up table, a comfortable couch and chairs, and a white-tiled shower. Andy turned to Jon, looking him up and down. "This will be a quickie. I think you'll be all right just like you are. The jeans are fine. You wearing underwear?" Jon shook his head. He usually wore boxers, but he'd been pretty sure he wouldn't need them today. "Good. Take off your shoes and socks. Un-button your shirt and pull it out. Yeah, that's fine. Let me turn the lights on and we'll get you made up. You met Candy, she normally helps me with this. Man, she's saving my ass with everything she does around here, but she hasn't been here long, and never on a shoot like this, so I thought it'd be better to send her home." Andy lifted a lever on a box on the wall and the set lit up. He led Jon over under the lights and dabbed make-up on his face and neck with a sponge. "That'll do. Hey, Jon. Of course you're nervous. I can tell. But this is a walk in the park. The guy from the mag loved your pics. And you don't have to perform, if you know what I mean. That's why I picked this shoot for you. I'll tell you everything you need to do. And Jessie's a pro. She's done it all, and she's a dream to work with. You'll see." Just then the dressing-room door opened and Jessie came out and walked over to them. Jon was astounded at the transformation. She was definitely no school-girl. She wore a plaid halter top and cut-off jeans shorts and white high-heeled shoes that strapped around her ankles. The top wasn't really small, but her breasts flowed up over it so that it barely covered her nipples. The shorts were minuscule, making her legs look long, though even in the shoes, she just came up to Jon's shoulder. "Perfect," Andy told her. She smiled at him and gave Jon a quick grin. "Let's get your make-up on." Andy patted the make-up onto Jessie's face and neck and the tops of her breasts and along her cleavage, and stood back to check his work. "I think we're ready to go here. Oh, hang on." He went over to a fridge that stood between the work-benches and got out a platter of fruit and pastries, and put it on the table on the set. "There." He took Jessie and Jon by the arm and led them into the lights. "Stand there behind the table while I get some readings." Andy walked around with his light meter, and Jon tried not to look at Jessie's breasts. He thought that was pretty weird, considering what they were here for, but he couldn't help it. As his glance slid over her and back, he felt like a teen-ager again. Jessie's hand found its way under his shirt to the base of his back, small and soft and warm on his skin, and he felt himself relaxing. She looked up at him. Up close like this, her dark eyes soft and her distracting boobs momentarily out of his view, she really was something. "You'll be fine," she told him. "Andy's a pro. Just listen to him. He'll tell us what to do." She smiled again. "OK," Andy said, and walked back behind his camera. "All set. Let's get this done before all that whipped cream melts. Jess, just hook your fingers into his waist-band. That's it. Jon, pick up a strawberry and feed it to her. Hold it. Hold it. Got it." The camera clicked. Jon held the strawberry and Jessie opened her lips and stuck out her tongue, and the camera clicked and clicked and then clicked some more. "Jess, drop the shoulder strap. The left one. Good. Go on, go on. Jon, lean in a little. Like you don't know what to eat, the strawberry or her tit. Yeah, that's good. Jessie. Grab him, like you're pulling him to you. Perfect. Perfect. Elbow up, Jess. Gotta see the tit." Under the bright lights, with the back of Jessie's hand pressing into his stomach and her fingers tucked into his pants top, his lips inches from her nipple, Jon wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. His cock was rising, reaching for the tips of Jessie's fingers. Almost there. Oh, god, almost. Her left hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him to her. He could feel the warmth of her skin on his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw her nipple, standing up on that plump mound, pink and hard and distended. He had to lick it. No. The guidelines. Forbidden erogenous zone. The muscles in his neck loosened and he pulled his tongue back in and exhaled, a soft sigh. His warm breath washed over Jessie, and her hand clutched at him. "Great, guys. I knew you two were perfect for this shoot. It's all about chemistry, right? Chemistry. Jess, get up on the table. Hands and knees. Shit. Hang on, let me get rid of the plate. Don't even know why I wanted the damn thing." When her fingers slipped out of his pants, Jon's hips strained to follow them, but then she was on the table, looking back and smiling at him and Andy was talking on. "Wait, Jessie. First, undo your shorts. No, not the zipper. We just want it loose. Oh, go ahead. Zipper, too. It's better. Bend down. On your elbows. Jon, you stand behind her. That's it. Grab the crotch of her shorts. Just a sec. A little to the right, Jon. Gotta get the ass. OK. OK. Great. Jon, just lean in like you were going to lick her. Let's see some tongue." Andy's words were like gnats buzzing around Jon's head. Jessie was on her knees on the table and her ass was pointing at him. Who'd have thought such a little woman would have such perfect round buns? The fingers of his right hand closed around the strip of denim between her cheeks and tugged it to the side. He felt Jessie flinch. Uh-oh. Was he hurting her? No, she seemed all right. She was pushing her ass gently back at him. Was that moisture he felt on his knuckles? Heat, anyway. From the lights? Oh, fuck. Look at that. Her pussy lips were pink, rimmed with brown. Glistening. He'd swear they were swelling as he watched. He grabbed her cheek with his left hand, spreading her to get a better look, and felt her quiver. "Drop the hand, Jon. You're blocking the shot." He pulled his left hand away and let it fall to grasp her ankle. God, her skin was smooth. He ran his hand up over her calf. His tongue was out and he was stretching toward her. The lights were warming his back, but the heat on his face was all Jessie. He hadn't forgotten the guidelines, but right now his whole world was those two round globes and those silky thighs and the flesh shining and protruding between them. Just a lick. Just a touch. The fucking guidelines. "OK. That's great," Andy was saying. He clicked off a salvo of shots. "This is going to be perfect. Jessie, I need you on your back on the table." She was starting to straighten up, but Jon was still focused on that little patch of heaven between her legs. He couldn't help it. His left hand reached out and pressed her back down and his tongue flicked at her. He felt her stiffen. A faint grunt escaped her lips. "Do it on your own time, you two," Andy said. "I can't use that. You're wasting my film." Jessie raised up on her knees and grinned back over her shoulder at Jon. "Naughty, Jon. Nice, but naughty. You'll pay for that." She turned to Andy. "That's a digital camera, right? What film?" "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Can we get back to work here? Time is money." "You're the boss, Andy. On my back, you said?" She lay on the table, hooking her heels on the edge so that her legs were bent at the knee. "Like this?" "Just like that. But get rid of the other strap. Pull it down. Yeah, that's it. Let's see those boobies. Oh, yeah. Jon, you'll need to get out of your pants. Jon? Hello?" Jon was staring down at Jessie on the table. With her top pulled down the way it was, Jessie's breasts were sticking straight up, round and firm, defying gravity. Her stiff pink nipples pointed at the ceiling. It was the second most delectable sight he'd seen today. "Oh. Right. Pants. OK. " He un-buttoned and un-zipped and pushed his pants down over his legs and stepped out of them. Standing there, with the lights on him, with Andy and Jessie watching, he'd never felt so naked. Jessie had turned to him and was looking at his cock. Jon's eyes followed hers. He was hard and throbbing, curving up toward the roof over them. Jon looked away, back to Jessie and her boobs. He thought he'd never felt like this before, so excited and not knowing what to do. He was about to burst out of the thin skin covering him, like he'd die if she'd just touch him. She did. She reached out and ran a finger-nail under his clenched balls and up over his tight red head. "Well, hello there, Jon. You're not shy at all, are you." Jon shuddered and groaned at her touch. God, she was a tease. Jon was sure she'd been doing this forever, driving men crazy with her small, perfect body and her fabulous breasts and her sweet smile and her silky fingers. Probably since she was a baby. He cleared his throat and told her so. "No, I was fourteen, actually. The first time." She cupped his balls. "But it's nice to see I haven't lost it." She squeezed lightly, and Jon's cock stretched and jumped. "Good. Good. You guys are naturals. Jon, move closer. Jessie, lie back. Pull him over your mouth. There. Hold still. Yeah. Pout your lips. That's it, that's...Damn it, Jess, what the hell are you doing?" Her tongue had snaked out and wrapped itself around Jon's pulsing head and her hand was pulling him between her lips. Her hot breath tantalized him, and Jon lunged forward. Then she lifted him from her mouth and held him in a tight grip, her small fingers wrapped half-way around his shaft. Her eyes twinkled up at him. "Now we're even." Holding him, she turned her head to Andy. "Sorry." "Sure." Andy shook his head. "Sure you are. Are you all through, now? Jesus Christ, you two. All right, Jessie. Just hold it there. Yeah. Hold it. Hold it. Got it. Jessie, get off the table." Jessie let Jon's cock slip out of her grasp and rolled away. He watched her body twist, saw her boobs swing, and caught another flash of the pink between her legs. "Jess, go on around the back side of the table. Next to Jon. Facing him. There you go. Lean forward. Elbow on the table. Grab him with the other hand. I don't have to tell you how to do this. That's better. Whoa. Back off a little. There it is. Just go with it." Jon looked down at Jessie. Her right hand brushed the blonde locks off her forehead and her left held his bobbing cock loosely. She was looking up into his eyes, teasing him with hers. "So how do you like it, Jon? Soft and easy? Like this?" Her fingers drifted up along his length and his head settled into the hollow of her palm. Jon's eyes squeezed shut as his cock twitched and a blob of pre-cum squirted out of him and slicked her hand. "Oh. So you do like that." Jessie rubbed the slippery fluid gently over him with her fingers. "How about this?" Her hand closed around him and tightened. Jon forced his eyes open and watched clear liquid ooze out between her fingers. Keeping the pressure of her fingers tight around him, Jessie pushed down. His purple swollen head popped free, shining and leaking even more pre-cum. She kept squeezing and sliding until the base of her hand was nestled against his balls. Jon didn't know what to look at. Her full breasts, hanging just above the table-top with their jutting pink nipples, or her lips open at the head of his cock, her breath hot, enveloping him, or her dark, daring eyes, boring up into his. He felt sweat pop out on his forehead. There was that familiar tingling in his balls and spine, and the muscles of his calves and thighs bunched as he raised up onto his toes. The lights on his face and shoulders heated his skin like sun-burn. Then Jessie clamped the ring of her thumb and fore-finger tight around him. Slowly his clenched muscles slackened, and his incipient orgasmic urge began to fade. "You OK?" Jessie whispered. "I think so. God, I was just about to..." "I know. That's cool. Maybe we should take a break." She looked at Andy. Andy pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his face. "Good idea. Take five, kids. I've got to change cameras, anyway. We can pick this back up in few minutes." Jessie pulled up the straps of her top and buttoned her shorts and walked over to the couch and tapped a glass of water from the cooler next to it. She sat and looked at Jon and patted the seat beside her. He plopped onto the couch, his half-deflated cock slapping at his shaky legs. Jessie sipped at her cup. "It's not quite what you expected, right?" She handed him the cup and he gulped. "I don't know what I expected, but no. That's for sure. It's not like anything I ever imagined." He was amazed to be sitting here naked next to Jessie and having what amounted to a normal conversation after what had just gone on. "So," Jessie asked. "How'd you get with Andy?" Jon told her about the Oasis, and meeting Andy, and his first shoot. "That was pretty strange for me, but Andy says it went well. And now this..." "You're doing fine. I'm sorry I teased you like that. Well, not really sorry." She grinned at him, then looked at his lap. "Like I said, it's nice to know I've still got it." "Got it? Jesus, Jessie. If you had any more of it, they wouldn't let you out on the street. Inciting to riot, I think they call it." Jessie laughed and rested her tiny hand on his thigh. "That's sweet, Jon." Jon thought there was more heat in her palm than in all the lights on the set. All of a sudden, his heart was pumping like mad and his prick was ratcheting, ticking and bobbing, rising between his legs. Jessie giggled. "Oh, my. Look at that. Well, let's not waste it. Andy, I think we're ready." Her hand slipped over his leg and gave his swelling prick a gentle squeeze. Then she stood up and walked back to the set. Andy touched up her make-up, and then did the same for Jon and got back behind his camera. "Ok. Where were we?" Andy asked. "Oh yeah. Jessie, your top was down. Yeah. Like that. And you shorts were un-done. Actually, I don't think we need the shorts any more." Jon watched Jessie un-do the button and pull down the zipper and hook her thumbs into the shorts. They fell to her ankles as she wiggled her butt and bent at the waist, aiming that gorgeous ass right at him. The sight of her flesh swelling and spreading was all it took. Jon's cock was rock-hard and dancing in front of him. "All right. It looks like everybody's ready. Jess, why don't you lean over the table." She stepped out of the shorts and went to the table. "That's it. Maybe put the leg closest to me up on the table. Knee bent. Yep. Good. Jon, get right up behind her." He didn't need to be told twice. His hard-on bobbed against her soft butt as he took his place and let his hands rest on the warm skin of her waist. The camera started its clicking. Jessie reached back and took him again into her hot hand. Jon pushed forward, his prick sliding along her skin, and Jessie tightened her grip. Then she looked back at him. "I think you're dripping on me." "Oh. Shit. Sorry," Jon began. "Hey. It's all right." She squeezed, and Jon felt what must have been a stream of pre-cum bubble out of him onto her flank. " No problem." Andy was giving more instructions, his camera clicking non-stop, but Jon shut him out and just followed Jessie's lead. She lifted the leg resting on the table higher, raising her butt, and pushed his cock down between her cheeks. His bloated head slipped over her skin and grazed her lips. Oh, god. So wet. It wasn't just him, was it? And so fucking hot. Automatically, he shuffled forward, straining to find that oven between her legs. The guidelines were vaporizing, disappearing into the mist of his desire. Jon's Education But Jessie was a pro. She pushed him back and forced his cock lower, just away from her pussy. Jon sighed at the loss of contact, but her heat was still bathing him and her hand was still wrapped around him, and he relaxed into the sensations. His eyes traveled over the curves of her ass, and up her back, to her blonde hair. She had turned to face the camera, her hair tousled and her mouth in an O. Jon took in the heightened color along her cheek-bones, and her half-open eyes, and saw the arc of her breast rising and falling with her breathing. Damn. She looked fantastic. She looked as turned on as he was. "OK. That's great. Let's move along, get this wrapped up," he heard Andy say. "Jon, I want you on your back on the table now. Head towards me. Let your legs dangle over the back side there. Good. Jessie, climb up and sit on his chest facing me. Yeah. Lift your left knee and put your foot beside his head. You got it. Now move forward." Jon felt the cheeks of her ass slide up his chest. Her warmth radiated over his neck and the underside of his chin. He opened his eyes. Her pussy was right there in front of him, so close he could barely focus. He lifted his head and his chin nestled between her buns. He had to see her. Oh, jesus. Her pink lips were open wide in front of him. Every bump and crease and crevice was magnified, filling his vision. Under the lights, she shone. She glimmered. She sparkled. The scent of her, sweet and pungent, tickled his nostrils. Consciousness shut down. His eyes snapped shut, and his senses went to over-load. He gripped her, his hands closing on her thighs at the join of her hips, filling with her warm flesh. He pulled her to him and ran his tongue, wide and flat, over her. He heard the sharp intake of her breath and the inarticulate croak as it rushed out of her. He felt her muscles tremble under his hands; he was aware of her legs trying to constrict around his head. Her aroma flooded him, and he nestled his nose deeper into her, desperate to get it all in. And the taste of her. The tang of her juices, salty, sweet, sharp, sweet. Sweet. Lighting up taste buds all over his tongue. He looked up and saw her breasts thrust out, her head back on her shoulders. Jessie slumped forward, her hands next to his head, and lifted herself off him. "That's OK," he heard Andy from somewhere in the distance. "I got enough. We can work around it. Just another couple of minutes. Jessie, slide down so you're lying on him. A little more. Let your tits just brush his chest. OK. Arms straight. Look at the camera. There." The soft, oh, so soft cheeks of Jessie's ass had lodged against Jon's upright prick as she edged back, and the fire of her pussy burned into his stomach. Jon lifted his hips, trying to get as much contact as possible. Jessie sat up on him, forcing his hard-on deeper into the gully between her wide-spread cheeks. God, she was killing him. His hands flew to her breasts, filling with a soft warmth that echoed that of the cushions surrounding his cock. Andy said something Jon couldn't quite hear, and Jessie raised up onto her knees, letting Jon's cock pop free, then reached between her thighs, her fingers surrounding him, guiding him up, pointing him at the join of her legs, and lowered herself down until he could swear he felt her dripping onto him. Jon strained against her grip, lost to everything but the need to bury himself deep inside her. Andy's camera clicked on, and Jessie held him on the brink. "You guys OK? One more minute," Andy said. "Let's get a sixty-nine. Jessie, just spin around. Like that. Kneel over his head. Jon, grab her. Spread it. That's it. Let me see the pink. Oh, yeah. Hold it there. I need the close-up." Time was speeding up. Andy was still talking, but Jon wasn't listening. There was only one microscopic thought left in his mind. Jessie. Jon's hands eased over her. Her cheeks warmed his palms and the lights of the set heated the backs of his hands until he felt just one delicious warmth all over him. His thumbs tucked into her and opened her, and his head lifted from the table. He had to taste her again. But Jessie's ass was moving forward, away from him. His hands followed, his face followed, but his out-stretched tongue couldn't keep up. "Damn it, Jessie, where are you going?" he was wondering, when her hot lips slipped around the head of his cock. Jon flinched. He quaked. He lifted his hips and groaned, certain he couldn't take any more of this. Dimly, through the fog that that enveloped him, he heard Andy's voice, and Jessie's mouth backed off of him. She held his cock tight for a moment, and he heard the camera clicking. Then she slipped away. Even under the hot lights, he could feel cool air taking the place of her warm body. "Let's go for the money," Andy said. "Jessie, sit on the table facing me. There you go. Jon, can you get up on your knees beside her there?" He found that he could, just barely. When he was in place, he looked down at Jessie. There was a smile in her brown eyes, and a reddish glow on her cheeks under the make-up, spreading down over her neck and shoulders. His cock was bobbing and throbbing just above her left breast. Her right hand toyed between her legs, and her left hand eased up between his thighs and cupped his shrunken balls. Jon thought briefly about the guide-lines, wondering what the correct procedure might be when you knew you were going to come, when you'd done everything to hold it off but the sight of a spectacular woman with breasts like Jessie's, and nipples like hers, and all that soft, smooth skin, a woman who'd been driving you crazy since, god, it seemed like forever since they'd started this, a gorgeous, impossibly sexy woman with such a warm mouth, and a touch that lightly circled your balls... Jon closed his eyes. His last conscious thought was that he hoped Andy had all he needed, that he could somehow work around this, too, but that was just a flicker. Everything diminished to Jessie's hand on him and the silvery light expanding and filling his cranium. The first shock wave ripped through him, tearing through his nerves and muscles. Then that glorious, all-encompassing release washed over him; he could feel the flood, every drop, every wild spurt of cum bubbling in his balls and racing up along the length of him, flying free. Jessie's hand held him, slid up and milked him. He opened his eyes again and watched white streams fly across her lips, into her hair, drip onto those fabulous breasts until he was spent, depleted, wasted. Jessie squeezed him, caressed him, gripped him, until all he could feel was the hot clasp of her little fingers. Then he felt her slip away, and the sounds of reality came to him. "Fantastic. Really. Perfect shoot, guys," Andy was saying. Jon saw Andy before him, holding out a towel, and he grabbed it and wiped the sweat off his chest. He turned to Jessie, but she was gone. "Great, Jon. What'd I tell you." Andy reached around him to wrap the towel around his waist. "Wait here a second. Jessie's in the dressing room. Then it's all yours." Jon stood there, draped in the towel, as Andy moved off to the front of the garage. His head was ringing from the intensity of his orgasm, and he felt suddenly all alone. The couch beckoned him, and he eased onto it, dazed. Jessie came out of the dressing room, hair wet from the shower and dressed in her warm-up suit. "That was good, Jon. Hope we can do it again sometime." She bent and kissed his cheek and walked away. Jon watched her collect a white envelope from Andy, and then she was out the door. Andy seemed to be engrossed in his video screens, so Jon walked to the dressing room and got into the steamy shower. He imagined he could smell Jessie's scent here, and wished she'd waited for him to join her. He let the hot water beat down on him and he soaped up and rinsed off. The dressing room seemed devoid of any personal warmth when he got dressed, and he went out to see Andy. "Hey, kid. You were great. I've got it all here on the screen. Want to see?" "Sure. No, wait. No, I don't think so." "Really. You look good. Come on." "Hey, Andy. Got a minute?" "Sure, Jon. What's on your mind?" "Well, I know it's just a shoot, right?" "Right." "But, I mean, then we're, you know." Andy turned in his chair and leaned back to look at Jon. He'd been here before. "Let me tell you what you're going to ask me, OK? You just as much as had sex with a woman, and you're feeling all fuzzy, whatever, and you're wondering how she can just walk off the set with a see you later. Something like that?" "Well, yeah. I guess. I mean..." "Jon. I told you Jessie's a pro. Right? What do you think that means? She's going to fall in love with the umpteenth guy who dicks her? Or doesn't even, in this case. If you're looking for love, go back to the Oasis. I don't know, some bimbo there might want it, too. Good luck to you. Or go back to college. What we're doing here is fantasy. Not yours, not mine, not Jessie's." Jon pulled up Candy's chair and sat slumped, his elbows on his knees. He looked up at Andy. "How do you deal with all this? I mean, you're there, you're seeing it. Come on." Andy took a deep breath. "Jon, every one of my colleagues, the guys who do this for a living, you ask them, and they'll tell you. We've seen it all a million times before. We're professionals. We're busy with light readings and direction, getting the scene set and getting you guys to do what we need. It barely connects." "I just don't understand how you can do that. I mean, jesus, with Jessie just now, it wasn't only... Or not to me." "OK. So we'd be lying. I'll tell you the truth. Every time I see Jessie with her clothes off, what do you think? It doesn't do anything for me? I'm thinking the same thing you are. But I've got my job to do, and so do you. And that's all it is. A job. Understand?" "Yeah. If you say so. But fuck, Andy, it's so..." "There you have it. It's up to you, kid. You did a fine job there, today. If you can't handle it, no problem. But if you can, I think I've got more work for you." Jon stood and shrugged. "Call me. I'll let you know."