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Gay Time at the Ranch

By: Egmont0409



INTRODUCTION

The hair of Bolt's agent Dorothy Mullenbach was tinged pink. She was overweight and had a tendency to pass wind at bad moments and laughed with a touch of whinny. Most other things about her were okay, apart from her bossiness.

The young and handsome novice movie actor had wound up with Dot, as she preferred being called, because no other agent was interested in him when learning no way would he change the name his mommy gave him of Bolt Boyes. Yes she was going with a Bert Boyes at the time; that's correct and spelt with an 'e'. And no they weren't married and Bolt was uncooperative about removing that fact from his CV.

Dot however had asked herself what's wrong with the name Bolt and she had never known her father. More to the point could he act?

She took home Bolt's two movies on DVDs to watch that night and while eating eighteen chicken wings sighed and farted and groaned, "Why are they still making crap movies? Movie-goers have moved up in sophistication, er a little."

In both movies bit-actor Bolt did his bits surprisingly well. He looked good and was strong in both presence and voice. He didn't appear to be acting and that was good.

Minutes before midnight Bolt was in bed with a hand round his dick, waiting for enthusiasm to build, when his phone went.

"Hi it's Dot. Come in tomorrow and sign."

The call ended before Bolt had really registered who was calling. He'd not been given time to even open his mouth.

He couldn't believe it. He had an agent.



CHAPTER 1

Dot awoke and said to Bolt the driver when looking at the GPS satellite navigation display, "We're still in New Mexico, about an hour from the Texas border. Pull in somewhere for the night."

"We should have flown and rented a car on arrival."

"Oh you are the manager now?"

"I have a brain and opinions."

"Careful how you use them Bolt."

A couple of miles went by in silence.

Dot said, "I never see you with females."

"Careful with your brain and opinion."

She laughed. "Then what is it? Can't you maintain an erection?"

"I don't stay anywhere long enough to get to know nice young women and I shy away from waitresses and prostitutes."

"Then will I do tonight? We can get a double room."

Bolt said in astonishment, "But you're forty-four."

"So that makes me a reject?"

"And you're fat?"

"Young man I could knock off your head with one blow."

"Er Dot, I shot off my mouth without thinking. I'm sorry and the truth is I'm sick of having to jerk it off myself."

Dot smiled and said that was more like it. "Well?"

"Just occasionally and only when well away from folk we know or who know of us. Take a double tonight."

Dot looked out of her side window and grinned really big. She was overdue for cock-play.

She did the right thing and chose the seediest motel on the strip. It was the kind of place waitresses would bring their money-clutching clients.

As they ate steaks Dot said she had a duty to advise her client that by having sex with her he'd be consolidating their relationship.

"You've done brilliantly for me so far. It's only fair I give you the injection you crave."

"Oh inflated ideas of your ability and so only I am the one wanting sex?"

She farted.

"No I am almost craving for it as well."

The tits were so massive that Bolt idly thought they looked like two babies. Not a good way to start but his dick was up strong and craving.

She kissed well and her breath was surprisingly sweet. Well she didn't need to belch, did she, not with that other exit?

Eventually tired of kissing Dot said to put it in. He had two false starts with folds in skin at the top of her thighs and he was too polite to ask her to heave up on to her hands and knees. But in it went. He was amazed he could have missed something so cavernous but surprisingly she closed quite firmly around him and they did really good, er well.

Dot made him feel immensely proud when she complained, "Christ you didn't need to fire a full bucket of cum."

She went off for a pee and he fell asleep only to be hurled awake by the bed being shaken. He discovered that was only Dot returning, not an earthquake. Bolt then couldn't get back to sleep.

He thought Dot had really deserved that fuck. You couldn't say that about many women.

Three weeks after he's signed on Dot finally called him in.

She handed Bolt coffee and said, "How does this sit with you... playing lead in a film subject to a good screen test?"

"Oh great. Magnificent."

"As a cowboy."

"Oh crap. No way. Cowboy films died years ago."

"But not this one."

"Oh yeah?"

"Buster you are twenty-four with nothing more behind you than good acting qualifications and parts in two two-bit films. My job is to lift your career and this will take your career off like a rocket."

Bolt studied Dot. Well he'd not thought it but she'd probably be the last woman within five hundred miles he'd fuck. But he'd fucked her three times, each time only in missionary for reasons due to excessive weight. And she'd turned out okay, getting his nuts off better than most of the few girls he'd had in the past couple of years.

Ought he take the risk? Have one film flop and everyone you didn't want to know always found out, or so drama tutors had told him.

"Say yes or leave," Dot yawned. "It has cost me money getting this far but you have been the only client to ever have sex with me so I thought I ought to go that extra mile for you."

"Okay Dot."

"Good take this paperback home and read it."

Bolt studied the cover illustration aghast. The title screamed, 'Gay Time at the Ranch' and the picture was of a blonde, redhead and brunette in a tight hug and all teeth and hair.

Fucking lesbians!

He groaned.

Dot had grinned.

"The author is female, very pretty, and I've spoken to her and confirmed what the prospective filmmaker says, it's a work of fiction although she admits she had two female sweethearts when she grew up on a ranch. She won't be in the film of course but if the project proceeds she will be an on-set adviser. Three female actresses will play her at the different stages of her life. You and the adult female lead play two-thirds of the film including the conclusion if the film script follows the book."

"Where would I fit in?"

"Into the star, repeatedly, as you change her lifestyle. Your name is Hank."

"Hank?" Bolt had groaned.

Dot had told him the independent filmmaker had sold the concept to a major studio in Hollywood and now was awaiting finance.

Sleep overtook him at that point.

* * *

Being awakened in the morning in a seedy motel in New Mexico by a woman's fart was not the perfect start to a day but Bolt had learned tolerance. He'd read 'Gay Time at the Ranch' and liked it, really liked it and Dot had told him the screenplay would be even better. But Hank, fucking Hank! He still hated being hung with that name. Dot had told him the author would not accept a name change and was insisting the film closely followed the book.

Fucking women. Hank... Jesus! 

When they stopped for lunch Bolt went outside and called his former assistant professor. They'd had a few weeks as a couple, although she was married. 

"Would you have allowed me to have sex with you had my name been Hank?"

"Hell no, even Bolt was difficult to stomach."

However Thelma told him in no uncertain terms to knuckle down and do whatever the script demanded and accept being called Hank.

Well if he won the part, Hank he'd have to be. Jesus. Anyway what was wrong with Bolt?

They ate at Odessa and then branched off to the ranch where author Carla Jennings's folk still lived. The filmmaker had a crew staying there mapping and detailing locations.

Burt Johansen the filmmaker came out with Mrs Jennings to meet them.

"So this is him," Burt said, inspecting Bolt as if he were a piece of meat. "He actually looks better than his photos and film clips. Been on a diet boy?"

"I was instructed to lean down Mr Johansen."

"Call me Burt, everyone does."

"Only if you call me Bolt."

Burt grinned. "So you are itching to play Hank."

Bolt caught the warning look from Dot so behaved himself.

"Yeah, Hank is a character I feel I could readily fit into his shoes."

Mrs Jennings said, "He could pass for a cowboy Burt and is handsome enough to play against my Carla, I mean the lead character Birdie Foster."

"You could be right there Molly," Burt said, casually placing his arm around the waist of Mrs Jennings who just as casually removed it.

Hello, thought Bolt. 

He casually looked away and saw desolate country. God he'd turn lesbian in this featureless, uninteresting terrain if he'd been that Carla.

"Can you ride a horse boy?"

"Yes Mr Johansen."

Burt grinned.

"This will give me the change to talk to you, once you learn to stay on that horse," Burt said.

The horse played up but Bolt had not spent his hard-earned dollars to go to riding school just to find dates.

When the dust settled the horse was blowing and straight-back Bolt sat with his wrists on the saddle horn after he'd pulled his eyeshades back on straight. No one said anything and that pleased Bolt; silent praise was just the best compliment a guy could receive.

Then after suitable silence Mrs Jennings said, "I'll grab a Stetson for you cowboy."

Bolt had never seen such a big beam on Dot Mullenbach's face as there was now. She'd just noticed the crew and a guy who must be Mr Jennings, had come out of the homestead to watch and they must have heard Mrs Jennings's comment.

As they rode Burt the producer-director talked about everything but filmmaking. 

Bolt was awake to this. He'd been taught this would occur in a plush office probably blue with cigar smoke but Burt was not into bullshit like that and was why he was a small independent operator but still capable of producing a major movie with big studio backing. Burt was assessing what Bolt might be like working with.

"What's your attitude doing nude scenes."

"Basically I'm against it unless women in the audience get a good look at my dick."

Burt didn't bother to hide his grin.

"The female is the main lead in this movie."

"I'm not telling you how to suck eggs Burt but shouldn't the director just wait till he sees how things pan out. She'll be all tit and flourishes with a big mouth and that looks pretty good on the screen. But a guy can be pretty quiet and does what a man has to do, quietly and efficiently just watching and waiting for opportunity to build his screen presence. If he does that and win's the babe's heart convincingly, are we really aware of which character cinema patrons will go home thinking about?"

"You'll want me to say the guy."

"I say nothing. But I haven't read the script... it's probably still on the boards. But my thinking a guy is not going to convincingly turn an out-and-out lesbian into a great fuck for a guy without some momentous work on his part. She has to willingly fall over and open her legs and heart. The hero will have to perform heroically for her to want to do that."

"You've read the fucking script."

"I have not. There is no script ready yet. I've only read the book and if you ask me the author was less than convincing with Hank. God what a name."

Burt said he thought so too but his hands were tied by copyright. "The script has been tossed back with instructions to make Hank even more convincing. We'll film-test you in the house tonight. Molly Jennings was once a rising stage actress in Dallas and that's where Scott Jennings found her all those years ago and bought her out to this hell hole. She'll play against you."

"But she's old."

"So? I'm not asking you to fuck her. That's my role."

They grinned and Burt said, "Let's head back. A beer will go down nicely."

It was past 9:00 before Burt gave the order to get ready to shoot. 

Bolt was bitterly disappointed. It appeared so chicken-shit. Everyone but he appeared half drunk; he'd only had three lite beers in four hours. There was only one tri-mounted video camera, two guys with hand-held cameras, two lights and one sound boon. Talk about a bunch of amateurs!

Then he almost flipped when Burt belched and said, " Molly will lead you Hank."

Burt grinned as Bolt winced.

"There's no script to read. Bolt I want you to interact with Molly er Birdie intelligently, you pretending you can ignore the fact that she is a lesbian. This will show us what you look like in this setting, what your talent is, if any, because here you are on your own with no direction... just fifteen minutes of filming."

"This is not fair on me," Bolt said."

The room was suddenly quiet.

"And what is fair about being in the film business my friend? I succeed with one in about every five projects I make a pitch with and then only one in every four films I shoot and take through to completion get on to the big circuit. Where's the fairness in that?"

"It would drive me crazy Burt. I wonder if you are?"

Burt laughed heartedly and everyone joined in. Tension left the room.

Burt reconsidered and gave Bolt twenty minutes to prepare himself mentally, saying no wardrobe was required.

Bolt went outside and the attractive sound technician Bettina, who looked no older than twenty, came out with coffee.

"Thanks."

"This is a bigger deal than what you might think. Burt operates mainly on instinct. Succeed in this shoot and you'll be in."

"But no fucking script; this is madness."

"Get it into you head this is Burt's show, his way. He wants to see you shine from the moment Molly opens her mouth at you from across the table. If you have any sense you'll go round and sit beside her because the main camera will be angled mainly to catch her because this is a film about three women, er primarily. Molly is a lovely person and I heard her say you look better than she expected. That suggests in Molly's mind you are already in but that will depend on her daughter Carla when she sees this test."

"Jesus, I've been put out on a limb. We've come all this way for a fifteen minute roll."

Bettina shook her head. "So that horse ride was about nothing? Oh come on! Twelve other agents submitted to Burt and only one agent was invited here with a client. What does that say to you? I'll go now. Please get settled."

"Thank you Bettina. I really appreciate that mothering."

She walked off giggling.

* * *

The 'roll cameras' call came and Molly looked across the table at Bolt and said, "You're sweating."

"Beautiful women have that effect on me. May I sit beside you?"

"You may but why you'd want to do that I have no idea. You know I have no time sexually for males."

Walking around to set beside her, Bolton said, "No I didn't know that as fact, only that I know you think that."

Molly laughed and said he had a damn cheek.

"Why girls Molly?"

"You've been here four months and can see what this place is like. The men go chasing the big money offered in the oil and gas fields leaving the women bored. Alice and Crystal have been my best friends since we started elementary school and we became closer and closer over the years until we began having sex. Are you embarrassed by my talking like this?"

"No, sex is sex."

"What does that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing except to explain why your talk doesn't embarrass me. Show me a tit."

Molly looked shocked. She spluttered, "You can't say that to me."

"Why not? It's a request anyone could make to you, even your mother."

"My mother dislikes me being gay."

"Well there you are, at least someone thinks like me."

Molly bit her lip. "What you think is of no concern of mine and if you keep on talking to me like this I'll have dad throw you off the ranch."

Bolt rubbed a hand over his chin, watched closely by Molly. "Is this talk unsettling you?"

"Yes it is."

Bolt looked at her intently, not moving, not talking.

"Damn you, why are you doing this to me. You tricked me into saying that."

"You weren't tricked Molly, you have been made to feel a different side of your sexuality that you've not had explored before, um, by a male. Have you ever seen a penis Molly?"

"Shut up. Shut up do you hear? If you don't you are fired."

"I think I'm firing you up Molly. Here's the test. Show me a tit."

"Fired up, huh. Then take a look and see if I care."

Molly slipped her shoulder out of her dress, pulled up her bra and flopped out a good-looking tit.

"Cut," Burt called laconically. 

"Very good guys. Run your video through the TV Mike, Burt said to the operator of the bigger camera.

People watching applauded and yelled in laughter when Molly called to Bolt who'd left her side, "Do I put this breast away Bolt or do you having something in mind?"

"Put it away Molly. Gee you were great to follow. Very accomplished I thought."

"Thank you sweetie. That compliment can only go to my head."

Her husband Scott said, "You are good enough to be the heroine's mother, the one when she's in her twenties. What about it Burt?"

"We'll consider that Scott farther down the track," Burt smiled. "Let's watch the film clip.

Burt watched everyone watching the big TV screen, noting their reactions. The clip finished to generous applause and he clapped as well.

"Well that's a wrap. Some of us are going through to Odessa or Midland to relax over a late-night drink or two. It's not compulsory to go."

The sound technician Bettina Zaharias asked Bolt would he accompany her but he said he'd slope off to bed. Molly went off with Burt and his gang while a few of the older guys grouped around Scott and Dot at the table, drinking beer or whisky.

Bettina came running back into the room and taking Bolt's hand pulled him off, whispering, "Come to my room; I have something for you."

Bettina had nice hard and rounded tits and a big furry pussy that she knew how to use. She didn't go in for cock sucking and didn't want her butt hole penetrated. So all in all she was just great and interacted beautifully. Bolt surprised himself when thrusting away at Bettina and she was encouraging him with sweet nothings he was thinking of Molly and her big tit. God, he grinned, how treacherous can a guy get?

The film clip was sent to Molly's daughter's firm by high-speed Internet link overnight and mid-morning she emailed declaring it was great, she'd enjoyed seeing her mom back acting and hadn't her tits grown. She concluded she had no problems with the guy and thought he looked cute.

Reading the message Bolt asked Molly was her daughter still gay.

"I hope not because I want grandchildren but I really don't know. It's something we don't talk about."

Bolt gave Molly his email address and cell phone number in case Molly or Carla wished to contact him.

"Why would we want to do that?" Molly asked.

Bolt just shrugged and she took the numbers, now eying him speculatively.

Walking away Bolt wondered what the hell was he up to; Molly would be knocking fifty. But she did have a great rack without wrinkles.

Burt told Dot they could go, that he'd be in touch. So they left within thirty minutes. The crew were busy so Dot and Bolt were farewelled by just Scott and Molly. When Molly kissed him on the mouth Bolt was relieved he resisted grabbing a tit.

"You've taken a fancy to Molly," Dot said as they drove off, heading for LA via New Mexico and Arizona.

"She's okay but I hope the daughter is better."

"Yes I'm make some discreet enquiries about Carla."

"Please yourself. We are looking good for this role aren't we?"

"Had I not been a cautious person I'd say it's in the bag. But no shooting begins until there is funding. Burt is taking a risk outlaying so much on what he's doing in preparation in Texas. Obviously he thinks it's only a matter of time. He now had a test clip of you and a studio one of a new face who goes by the name of Anita Ross."


Gay Time at the Ranch



"Can we get to see that?"

"Aren't your hands full with Molly and Bettina and you'll be thinking of Molly's daughter Carla?"

"My interest in this Anita is professional."

"I'll talk to Burt's assistant producer. They now have tests of Anita plus the girl who'll play the heroine from the age of nine when she wins her first trophy on a horse at the State Fair through to fourteen plus the teenager who play her from sixteen through to twenty-one."

"How can that second young woman play a gay woman?"

"Because the first gay scene starts when the three females are eighteen. Philippa is aged eighteen and a half and everything will be tastefully done. The heroine doesn't cut loose on screen until she is twenty and at college and it still confirms to normal adult rating restrictions. An R18 restriction would blow away potential audiences by the tens of thousands and drastically reduce the number of theatres willing to screen it."

Bolt thought about that. "Okay so where will the emphasis fall?"

"The script is still being finalized but I would think two-thirds of the film will fall in that age twenty-two to twenty-four, especially age twenty-four which is when you arrive on the scene to begin weaving your spell on young woman who is happily sharing it only with her two friends."

"Well please get me booked in to view Anita's screen test."

When Bolt took over the wheel, Dot made some calls and received a call back that viewing the test film was not approved. So she called her office to find out who was Anita Ross's agent and found it was a former support actress Barbara Burke, Anita's mom.

Barbara was adamant, everything was under wraps and she'd do nothing about arranging a meeting.

"You live in Santa Monica right?"

"Yes Dot."

"What about this? You take Anita to the Veranda Bar on Wednesday evening early. My guy will enter dressed in a white suit, buttoned shirt, no tie and you leave your bar stool for him to take and sit across the room, allowing the two young folk to talk."

"Sounds reasonable. I haven't been there for a while. I'll be wearing a blue wrap with delicate blue pendant earrings. I guess your guy knows what those things are?"

"Yes his name is Bolt."

"What's his first name?"

"Bolt."

"Oh god, whatever happened to Larry, Harry, Pete, John and David?"

"They are relegated to working at airports."

"Oh good one Dot. Wednesday it is."

On Wednesday as Bolt surveyed the bar at the Hotel Casa del Mare. A woman with blue earrings and a blue wrap left her stool, taking a good look at him but showing no recognition.

A smaller guy made a bid for the vacated stool but Bolt hip-flicked him off balance and go there first.

"Look asshole, that was my seat."

Bolt stood and said, "You throw the first punch mister because you won't get any more in."

The guy slunk away and the babe in white said, "Ohmigod, someone straight from a tree."

"Hi Anita. A drink?"

"Well that's civilized. A Darlini please."

While they waited for the Darlini and a beer they sized up one another.

"I think I could work with you," Anita nodded. "Are you good in bed?"

"My hand seems to think so."

She giggled and said, "Oh god."

Bolt said, "Once anything is announced involving us we'll be expected to show in bars and restaurants. Something is bound to happen if you can shake your mom."

"Sounds good to me. Tell me something about yourself Bolt."

Bolt called Dot. "She's very okay, rather like a girl next door."

"Oh god but I suppose Burt is aware of that and will order someone suitable to harden her up."

"What about her mom?"

"I'd think a conspiracy will be already planned. Scott Jennings will be detailed to open Barbara Burkes legs and keep her occupied and Molly will probably join them."

"Jesus."

"Yes we're not nice people are we Bolt?"

Bolt wondered if he would be considered a nice person. Not being occupied, he went about looking to come into contact with pleasant women who were available while thinking about having sex with Dot, with Bettina, Anita, with Molly and with Molly's daughter Carla Jennings. 

He still had to meet Carla but she had a personal page on her company's website and he'd confirmed she was still blonde with a wide-mouth and great smile and she was curvaceous. He was adamant he'd really like to fuck Carla and hang out with her. Dot had found both Carla's former girlfriends were married and Carla now confusingly went out sometimes with a guy and sometimes with a gal and they changed and could easily be clients. There was no pattern and no one seemed to know about her sex habits.

Perhaps she didn't do it any longer, with anyone?

Bolt studied her photo, paying particular attention to the curves of her breasts. No way could he believe a woman built like that would not be thinking sex.



CHAPTER 2

Molly had flown herself to Dallas for the day, a long day, and she had lunch with Carla.

Carla asked, "Has that film crew gone yet?"

"No tomorrow. I'll really miss being pounded by the boss."

"You are incorrigible mother."

"Is there anyone in your life yet?"

Carla patted her mom on a boob and said, "Nice tits mom. You know I don't talk about my sex life. Oh, don't look so sad. Perhaps I can say I find some men attractive. Ah that's better. How many times a day has that Burt Johansen been into you?"

"Two, three sometimes four. I have difficulty walking some days."

"God mom, you're not a nubile nympho. You turn fifty early next year. And you take dad on as well?"

"No he's got aboard a young sound technician called Bettina."

"Ohmigod. She sounds a child."

"I think she's twenty."

Carla said there was something she'd wanted to ask her mom. "Why did you pull out a boob in that film clip?"

"Because the charmer convinced me to do it by simply asking me to do it. He has presence and he was doing so well with me, completely unrehearsed and with no script."

"What that dialogue between you two was unscripted?"

"Yes completely and we'd not even talked about what we would say."

"Good gracious, he not only looks good."

"Yes, I have to agree with that." 

Molly said she had his contact details in LA. Carla should contact him when she went there to go through the draft script with the team.

"That's a great idea mom. Well you must complete what you have to do here in Dallas and get back to your lover boy before dark. It's the crew's last night for a party, remember."

"Oh yes. And Burt's last night before he's back with his wife."

Molly had plenty of time to finish her business, knowing once she took off in her Cessna 172S she'd be landing back at the ranch 350 miles away in around two and a half hours, depending on wind.

Returning to work Carla called on the CE0.

"Bruce is looks like the film of my book will proceed. A film crew has been at the ranch five days plotting detail of the house for camera shoots and out on the ranch and in our small town and then in Odessa. I'll have to have flexibility or else I must resign."

"Carla you are too valuable to lose. We have new or return clients asking for you by name to handle their projects. You did warn me about this possibility so here's what I suggest we do. We use you for only short-run assignments, say those taking no more than three days and when entering new contracts with your current clients we make it quite clear you may have to be replaced to be on site in Texas and Los Angeles for the filming of your book."

"Are you really happy about that Bruce."

"I really have no choice. We must bend if we are to keep you. I'll notify everyone accordingly."

"Thanks Bruce. I suggest you place me on an hourly basis instead of salary."

"Right, I wondered if you had anything to give back in return. I'll take you off salary when filming begins."

Carla went home very happy that evening. Warren her boyfriend called and he sounded very grumpy about Carla going away. She'd only been dating him three weeks so she finally said, "If you don't like it Warren then go find someone else."

"Very well, I will."

She was happy about that because it left her with greater freedom to switch her movements according to demands. Of course she knew what that was really about. She was thinking of spending some dating time with this guy Bolt Boyes. She'd have to spend time with him anyway, explaining what she and her three friends did, why they did it but more than that, how she felt about it. It was difficult for a guy to understand and he'd handle the situation with a greater level of sensitivity as an actor if he possessed that understanding, er and accepted it. 

Oh she'd probably have competition from the leading lady unless she decided she could act with greater realism if she spent bedtime with Carla. Carla wasn't sure how she felt about that. Oh dear, this could degenerate into a real mess but there you go. She was also busy at nights. Only she and her publisher knew she'd completed 150 pages of her new manuscript.

Carla booted up her computer and at the website of Dorothy Mullenbach found a page on Bolt Boyes. She thought a fling that included Bolt's bolt could be recreationally productive. Well she knew what she meant by that.

Ten days later Burt Johansen called Carla.

"Hi sexy writer. I'm Burt Johansen."

"Hi Burt, according to my mom you're over-sexed."

"Fair go Carla. You weren't supposed to know about that."

"I'd think my mom was being discreet, letting me know what you were up to so I'd know to reject your dirty man advances."

"You only do it with women don't you?"

"God you are awful attempting to dig some sort of confession from me about my preferences. You're unscrupulous."

"Well my interest in sex is as the most acceptable time-waster I know. I'm calling to ask you to come here for one week, perhaps shorter to go through the final draft of the script. Today sufficient money was placed into my bank account for nine months of filming and post-production. But if I want acceptable profit I have to cut that time to four months. I can do that through good organizing and without cutting corners."

"Fine so send me flight details and where I will be accommodated. I also wish to meet the guy mom said you have chosen for the lead."

"You'll find flight and accommodation details in your email inbox already and the agent of male lead Bolt Boyes has just been advised to bring him in tomorrow for contract negotiations. I'll arrange for you to meet him. You'll probably want to sleep with him."

"God you are awful. Bye for now."

Highly excited Carla raced off to her CE0 with her news and to ask for the next seven days off and to advise it would be sometime yet before filming started.

* * *

Burt appeared to be slouched in his big leather chair and pulling his zip up and down as the live reading by the scriptwriters commenced. Six other people were in the room including Carla.

During the next four days of four two-hour sessions with a thirty-minute break between each session, Burt dictated 133 minor changes, the assistant director asked for three more and Carla asked for two minor changes and one substantial rewrite. Each new session began with the changes being read in before and after the change.

Finally it was done but everyone knew changes would be made throughout filming and even reshooting and picks-ups would see more changes being ordered. But at least they now had a script.

At the end of the fourth day the script was delivered to the principals in the cast and they were assembled next day for Burt, Carla and the scriptwriters, to listen to comments and enter discussions.

* * *

On the day of her arrival in LA, Carla had dinner at her hotel with Bolt Boyes. She'd contacted him before leaving Dallas.

She expected him to look nervous but he looked more like calm and curious. Yes that was the perfect description. He'd told her he'd wear a white suit with black buttoned up polo shirt. A short and fat Greek-looking guy came in dressed like that, giving Carla a huge shock. Actually she did stop breathing momentarily.

He smiled and said, "Hi I recognized you from your dust jacket."

For some reason Carla's mind couldn't cope with that. To gain thinking time she said, "Excuse me I don't..."

"I recognized you from your photograph on the back of the dust jacket of your book. You surely are author Carla Jennings are you not?"

"Yes, I am, er Bolt."

"You had me wondering for a moment but I recognized your blonde hair style, your blue eyes, your pretty mouth and your breasts."

"Breasts?" Carla queried, and immediately regretted making that an issue.

"Yes, they are one of the first things a guy notices when meeting for the first time a female from post-pubescent age onward."

Carla gathered herself. God he'd thrown her. "Look p-please understand, I'm not used to meeting males for the first time socially who are eloquently incisive and emit intelligence."

"Good god, do you meet most of your men when weaving above the sawdust of a barroom floor?"

"No," Carla said indignantly.

"Pardon me. That was meant in jest."

"Oh."

Bolt clasped one of her hands in both of his and said slowly and quietly, "I do believe I caught you on the hop for some reason. Take your glass to a table and I'll come over with my drink and we'll just smile at each other until you have calmed. I figure the role I have been given is so important to you that you became a little uptight wondering if you'd like me. Either that or it has to do with sex."

Carla stared at him for a moment and then pulled her hand free, picked up her glass and walked a little unsteadily to an unoccupied table. God who was informing him? She'd been thinking about sex with him for several days.

They sat quietly, he with his beer, she with a martini, her first.

Carla felt calmer so said, "May I ask how would you in one sentence would describe the central core of my book?

"A young woman's sexuality finds normality."

"Ohmigod, you understand. A few male book reviewers did, but very few. The female reviewers I read all understood."

"If you excuse me for saying but it wasn't rocket science. That became the central theme of the last two-thirds of the book and now you are about to ask whether I approve of women being gay?"

Carla didn't bother to display her surprise. "Are you?"

"I can understand it happening to both males and females but for some reason I find my disapproval with it happening between males is higher than with females and am aware many all-female partners indulge in anal sex as do males."

"So you feel the challenge to turn my heroine into having male-only sex?"

Yes I do. In the book you took that transformation at a nicely slow space, progress being made incrementally. It will take highly sensitive acting by the leading lady and myself to pull that off as well as you wrote it, or to make it seem even more believable. Do you still have sex with women?"

"No."

"Thank you. That answer makes your book even more credible."

"Thank you."

"Will we have sex?"

"Yes I think so... perhaps even tonight if I can remain calm. I completely under-estimated what this initial meeting would be like. I thought you'd find me warm and charming and you'd be flirting and then becoming intent to induce me into having sex with you. Instead you stood off, appraised me intently and then became challenging and finally you actually asked would we have sex. Never have I had anyone ask me that so abstractly. You are so unlike other seducers."

"You may be surprised how different we all are if you look for differences. I would think most people, perhaps especially women, look for similarities."

She smiled for the first time since when they first greeted. "You may well be right."

"This guy who finally put some spin on sex for you. Did he exist or was that a fabrication?"

"He existed and now works as a ranch foreman in Arizona."

Bolt scratched under an armpit to get her full attention. "It would be helpful for the end result if you were to spend some time with me talking in detail about him and what you thought of his intervention or manipulation or whatever you really called it. It will only be summarized in the book. Talking about it might bring out more into the open."

"Conversations between just you and me?"

"Yes. Actually not many people would be interested. They would be more interested in your heroine having sex rather that hearing detail about why she gradually made the swing away from her girlfriends."

"Would you like to speak to those girlfriends?"

"No I had thought about that but now believe just concentrating on you should suffice. You were the queen bee from my reading of what you wrote."

"Yes quite."

After two more drinks Bolt said, "Shall we go to dinner?"

"I prefer not eating heavily before sex."

Bolt grinned, obviously thinking she had just committed to sex but all he said was. "Me too. A steak sandwich, no fries." 

"That will do nicely."

* * *

In the cream and green room Carla put down her handbag and pulled out two pins and shook her golden hair down.

"May I handle your breasts?"

She said yes and waited with interest. He closed in and kissed her, sweetly. As he kissed her again she kissed back and only then did his lower a hand on to her curved chest.

Sensations fired as his hand brushed over her hardening nipple. 

Carla became aware this guy knew what he was about. He didn't worry her breast at all. After a pause he drew had hand back over the nipple and settled on it, fingers digger in just a tad, not hurting. 

Bolt then kissed her again, this time longer. Slowly their mouths opened and their tongues touched. Both would have felt the voltage of that first encounter. Still kissing gently he reached behind her with both hands and unzipped her dress and moving off her slightly pulled the dress off her shoulders. Carla timed her cooperative movements and her arms freed easily.

She expected him to undo her bra hooks; this bra had three sets but no, he pulled the bra up and her breasts fell free, nipples erect and his lips enclosed over one and sucked over the areola.

She wriggled her toes and breathed, "Oooh."

He murmured, "You have a beautiful body."

Oh god. She was ready to give him almost anything he wanted. She knew though to be careful because some guys are not what they seem, or so she understood because of her still rather limited experience with guys.

He now had his mitts under both breasts and staring at her said, "These are magnificent. You have grown and cherished them well."

"What?" she said weakly, feeling her knees wobble. Fortunately he pulled her close to ram his tongue down her throat... er to slide his tongue into her mouth quite some way.

Carla was amazed to find she had this desire to stuff as much of his cock into her as possible. Not all of it though if it were too big. And then she'd slam into him and suck out all his semen.

God was this her thinking that" Had her drinks being spiked?

She opened her mouth and licked up one of his cheeks and across both eyes, leaving a slick trail.

Carla Jennings you slut, she groaned to herself. Well what did he have?

She reached down to where he was digging into her belly and wheezed large enough to suggest an asthma attack. God it was a baseball bat. Er Little League. She began palpitating, wanting that cock out and in to her hand and right then her wish was answered: she heard him unzip.

"Go for it baby," he whispered into her ear and then nibbled that flesh.

She whimpered and felt obliged to do what she was told. She went for it.

Carla wrestled it out of clothing. It was long, fat, hot and silky soft.

"Come to mama," she whispered, sinking to her knees.

With fatigue or boredom (downsides of prolonged fellatio) setting in, Carla realized a spike of passion had blinded her. His cock really wasn't that huge; it fitted her mouth comfortably with only just enough left below to repeatedly twist a hand around without snagging where it joined his body. It was a nicely fat cock too, peachy-apricot in color streaked with an obvious artery and veins and flecks of white and the glans were attractively finished in her favorite shade of lilac. Usually with her men she was faced with alarming unattractive fierce red erections that dripped through glans colored violently purple/black. 




Gay Time at the Ranch



Still it wasn't necessary to dwell on what should be inside you, she sighed pragmatically. 

Carla knew her breasts were swollen and the nipples were straining to break loose. She was dripping although he hadn't touched her there, er yet. She was wondering what would his technique be in taking her to the bed when she tasted pre-cum so spat him out of her mouth.

She was seized and lifted up on to the sofa, facing over it. He panties were removed in a single rip and then her ass cheeks were spread open by his urgent hands and he licked along her pussy and up over her anus.

Carla yelped and almost shot over the back of the sofa in shock. She never allowed any guy to tongue her butt hole.

Jesus.

But Mr Smooth was already back licking her slit as if nothing untoward had happened. Her racing heart slowed. God the jerk was almost as invasive as one of her former regular girlfriends had been.

She relaxed and began squeezing one of her dangling breasts, a huge smile creasing her face. She had to admit this was sex at its best. Mr Smooth now had a wet finger working her asshole but that was okay; she was used to that.

She sighed.

Later Carla lay on the bed feeling truly fucked. He was damn good.

He came from the bathroom and she lost her smile when noting he was rubbing up an erection. Oh god, not again.

"Want to ride me cowgirl," he grinned, rather boyishly she thought. Her heart melted and she said yes.

They awoke late in the morning and she only had time to jerk him off before she raced away to be on time of the opening session of the critical reading of the final draft of the screenplay based on her novel. She didn't bother with breakfast knowing bagels and coffee would be available at the reading. God she could eat a horse.

* * *

Dot was very pleased with Bolt because her investment in him was paying off for her rather well. She met him for lunch.

"So you like the script?"

"Yes."

"The best time to press for changes is now."

"I know. I'm still going through it minutely."

"Now what about these women you're stringing along?"

"What women?"

"Your leading lady Anita and Carla?"

Bolt faked a sniff. "Oh them."

"Yes them. More than one woman spells trouble."

"It works out for the time being. Carla returned to Dallas this morning. She has decided to work for two more months and then resign."

"Why, Burt and his assistant director won't want her on the set even when at the ranch that was her childhood home."

"She has a contract to be script and set adviser."

"Oh."

"I have two months to cuddle up to Anita and by then she'll be playing the field, looking for career opportunities."

"And you?

"My future is with Carla. Now sweetie, zip your mouth over this, right?"

"I promise."

"Nine weeks from now Carla and I move into a shared apartment. She will be writing and working on site during shooting. Burt has written a full story line for a film he wants to make independent of a major studio because of its nature. It's working title is, 'Rise of The Indie Film,' which is of course a film about independent filmmakers, based on fact. Burt has hired Carla to complete the necessary research using an assistant specialist and then work up the script, using an assistant specialist."

"Well that might work if he can get the finance plus a distribution network."

"Burt reckons Carla has the knack of making scenes come alive, something that he lacks and says his manuscript is as flat as a pancake. He thinks is the film should be a standout and because of that major distributor will run with it because although the theme is a smack in the face for Hollywood it is the reality and Hollywood knows it."

"Where will get the money, say $25 million minimum... print it?"

'He's thinking appealing to the cinema industry as a whole including it's retired citizens."

"Jesus, that's creative and will require a hard sell."

"Yeah well it will be set in Hollywood and the cheek of that will appeal to many people and not too many movies are set there these days. There will be more big ideas to come. You will benefit because I'm in the running for a principal role."

CHAPTER 2

The day the cast were gathered for a read-through, Anita invited Bolt to dinner at a restaurant with her mom's approval.

"Mom says it's okay for me to stay with you the night providing you use condoms."

"You supply them, I'll wear them."

"Whatever happened to gentlemen?"

They laughed because they were getting along very well. Although Anita, pushed by her mother, was ambitious she was still conscious she was feeling her way and the more support she built around her the easier it would be for her.

Bolt guessed this was mother's reason for allowing him to bed her daughter. Well Anita was still a very nice person so his support was assured anyway.

In the cab heading to Bolt's small apartment that had a slender view of the sea between two taller buildings, they kissed. That 'very nice person' had removed her panties without him really noticing. He noticed her unzip him of course and pull out his dick but when she wrapped the silk panties round his erection and jerked the garment up to hit the head of his cock Bolt almost ejaculated.

He looked at her wide-eyed and she giggled and kissed him and then packed him away.

Bolt rushed Anita up to the apartment and lay on the floor.

"Jerk me off with your panties," he puffed.

"Oh damn, I left them in the cab."

He groaned, "Oh fuck."

Anita rose to the occasion. "Help is on hand. I'm wearing a silk chemise. Let me get that round your dick and see if we can splat cum against the wall."

Bolt grinned, yeah, definitely a very nice and innovative young woman.

Anita had slim thighs but she played squash so they contained explosive power. As Bolt stood at the bedside plunging in and out of Anita with her ass half off the bed and he held her outstretched legs Anita lifted her legs and clamped them round his waist. She slowly applied pressure, staring at him.

Sweat from Bolt's chest and brow dropped on to her and as his face reddened he even dribbled on to her.

Anita ignored those indignities.

She began to intone, "Fuck me, fuck me."

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" her fucker complained.

Anita applied greater leg pressure.

By then Bolt appeared distressed.

"Come on, pump your ass faster," she jeered.

Panting and sweating Bolt's eyes rolled back as he picked up the pace.

Anita reached under her thigh, cupped his balls and squeezed.

"AAAAARRRRRGH!" he yelled and fired, three great heaving releases.

She released her legs and Bolt fell on to her with a splat.

They both lay panting. Anita had also sweated.

A compliment from her: "You can really fuck."

"Who taught you, your father?" Bolt said sarcastically, yawning.

His eyes popped open when she said, "Yes, who told you?"

They moved on from that comment so Bolt never found out if she were joking.

Anita screamed, "You bastard. Look at this semen running out of me."

"That's what happens. It's called the effect of gravity."

"No you jerk. You were supposed to wear a condom."

Of course Bolt had the perfect answer: "You didn't give me one."

"God you men. No wonder women fuck women."

"Are you unsafe?"

"No I am protected. Mommy prefers me not having semen up me. She says that's unbecoming for a young woman."

"I would have thought no more than for older women."

"Mommy says older women control the situation by having it sprayed over their breasts."

"I thought that was for cosmetic reasons."

"Heavens it's still running out of me. How much did you pump in?"

"A quarter of teaspoon I suppose."

"Try half a cup you over-sexed fiend. Are you ready to watch TV?"

"Nah but you watch. I'm in recovery mode. I'll give you a call when I'm ready for more action."

"Mommy says I'm not to do anal."

"Then give her a call and ask her to bring her ass over here."

"You pig."

"You don't know what you are missing."

There was silence for a moment and then, "What is anal really like?"

Bolt grinned.

After Anita stayed that night with Bolt, her mom allowed her off the leash providing she was with Bolt. However mommy took him aside and asked him not to mark Anita's body or to put her body under undue sexual stress and no butt fucking.

"Yes Mrs Ross. I understand you concerns. Do you have something against anal?"

Mrs Ross frowned. "Personally no. It's just we need to ensure Anita maintains her body to perfection."

Bolt found that difficult to argue against. Anita had a lovely snow-white body, unmarked. 

The next evening Anita failed to show for a date with Bolt. He didn't bother calling her and she failed to show next day for drama coaching but had called saying she was unavoidably delayed.

The next day she apologized to Bolt for her no show and then said breathlessly, "I have been discovered by a young movie critic. He's promised to lift my career."

"A smiling guy who's really a jackal."

"Damn you Bolt. You're not thinking straight because you are jealous."

Their relations were strained after that because respect for each other dropped away but they barely remained civil. Burt noticed it and talked to each of them but to no avail.

Bolt called Carla as he usually did every second or third night at 6.30 knowing she usually arrived home around 6.20.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Sulking."

"Oh has your leading lady dropped you?"

"Yes."

"I assessed her to be incapable of solid relationships. I was sorry for her but relieved. Jump on a plane on Friday and spend the weekend with me."

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

Bolt's voice lifted and he said. "That's one of the best offers I've had in my entire life."

Carla's voice quavered slightly as she said, "I can't wait to see you again. Let's fuck all weekend."

"Um with some time for you to show my your city."

She giggled

That weekend Carla filled in gaps in the book she'd felt were too personal to write for public consumption. She believed knowing how she felt to the depths of her core would assist Bolt to handle his role as Hank in changing Anita (playing the lead of Birdie Foster) into conventional sex more convincingly.

Their time together right through to Carla's tearful waving goodbye at the airport on Sunday evening could only be described as quality time. Perhaps the highlight came when Bolt was banging Carla over her dining table, pressing both breasts in his mitts and she crooned, "Ohmigod, this has to be my best fuck ever." Bolt told her it was great for him as well.

It was a useful weekend together, confirming to them both to be patient, they'd be together soon. Principal filming was due to start in three weeks.

EPILOGUE

Film critics generally couldn't quite bring themselves to totally pan 'Gay Time at the Ranch'. They praised Bolt for holding the film together and delivering powerfully and praised the script and direction but they slammed the less-than-convincing Anita Ross. However women went to the movie in droves, rocketing it into profit.

Anita Ross was arrested during a police drug raid and while her boyfriend was one of those jailed she escaped with a hefty fine. Anita and mom returned home to Fort 

Wayne, Indiana.

Dorothy (Dot) Mullenbach increased her reputation as a successful actor's agent. She presently lives with the homeopathic consultant who successfully treated her embarrassing flatulence problem.

Burt Johansen's latest movie, 'The Indie Filmmaker' has been hailed as a one of the ten best commercial movies out of America in the past year and already is winning awards and nominations. 

Bolt Boyes, male lead in 'The Indie Filmmaker', is being hailed as the new Marlon Brando (as are at least three other up-and-coming male actors) and that's a career plus. Bolt has just accepted the role of gay civil rights leader the late Royce Silverstream.

Carla Jennings-Boyes is married to film actor Bolt Boyes and is expecting her 1st child this spring. Her first novel 'Gay Time at the Ranch' was temporarily on the best-seller list when the film based very closely on her book was released. Her screenplay 'The Indie Filmmaker' is likely to be nominated for an Oscar and her latest book 'How the F---- Did I Become Pregnant' published just three weeks ago is already a best-seller because interviewers fought to get the writer of such a title on to their radio and TV shows or into magazines and newspapers.



THE END