Junior Year Box Set

In my head, I explained it was just God-given talent. I knew better.

The laughing stopped when Cassidy asked me what time she should expect me Friday night. I decided it was better not to poke the bear any more and called it a night.

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When I was in the locker room changing, Fritz found me.

“Rita would like you to come over tonight.”

“Did she say why?” I asked.

“No.”

“Let me see if Coach will take Brook home,” I said and made the arrangements.

I followed Fritz to Halle’s house, got out of the Jeep and he was suddenly beside me. I swear he was a sneaky frickin’ ninja.

“Jesus! You have got to teach me how to do that,” I said.

I walked in, and Halle saw me.

“Mom, David’s here!” she yelled.

“No need to yell,” Rita chastised her daughter. “Have you eaten?”

“I could eat.”

“Come on, then. We were about to sit down.”

We sat down, and an older woman brought out a spicy black bean soup. I appreciated that she brought me a bowl even though Halle and her mom got cups. For the main course, she delivered salmon with a creamy wasabi glaze and a side of chard. I’m not a big greens eater, but this was sweet which offset the bitterness of the chard. After dinner, we went to the living room to talk about what Rita had asked me over for.

“Adrienne called me today and wanted to provide clothing for our film. She said you had contacts with Range Sports, Jade, and Dakora. I didn’t realize you were such an entrepreneur,” Rita said.

I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not.

“Adrienne is one of my agents, and she organized a similar deal with my Star Academy

film,” I said, to see where I stood.

“I see. Did you make any other money off of that deal besides the product placement?”

“I did a photo shoot for Dakora.”

“Do you think you could help Halle get a similar deal?” Rita asked.

“Has she done any modeling in the past?” I asked.

Halle jabbed me in the ribs.

“I’m right here,” she complained.

“Why do you ask?” Rita continued, ignoring her daughter.

“I ask because it would make a difference in how the shoot was organized. If Halle had never done one before, we’d need to find a photographer and other models that’re used to working with someone new. I’d also insist that Adrienne be at the shoot to help her. All of that would add to the cost, and Halle wouldn’t make as much money,” I explained.

“So, you’re saying that we need to have the right professionals to make everything go correctly,” Rita said.

“Exactly. As an example, I’m sure you’ve made allowances in the upcoming film because of my relative dearth of acting experience.”

“Did they do something like that for your appearance in Star Academy?” Rita asked.

“Yes. There were two stunt people who worked with me for all the action scenes before the movie, and I also took acting classes at State to prepare. In fact, we used the script in class so I could learn my lines,” I explained.

“Do you think we might actually get a script?” Halle asked.

Rita’s calm exterior cracked for a moment at her daughter’s jab, but she quickly recovered.

“We’re having some issues with the script,” she confessed. “The movie’s in need of some cash infusion.”

I suddenly realized that Rita was doing all of this for the first time and without help. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Tyler. I knew she would answer the phone.

“Hey, it’s David,” I said.

“What can I do for you?” Tyler asked.

“I’m sitting here with Rita James. Could you and possibly Adrienne fly out and talk to her about generating some cash for the movie?”

“Let me talk to her,” Tyler ordered.

I handed the phone to Rita, and she took it to her office so she could talk in private.

Halle took the opportunity to kiss me.

“Don’t be starting something you can’t finish,” I teased her.

“You wouldn’t dare. My mother might come in at any moment.”

I wish she hadn’t thrown down the gauntlet like that. Halle had on a skirt, so I dropped to my knees and stuck my head between her legs. I reached up, pulled her panties to the side, and gave her sex a lick.

“David!” she hissed as she grabbed the back of my head to hold it in place.

I think young Halle was sending me mixed signals. I was starting to get serious about getting her off when Halle’s phone chirped. Shortly after that, she pushed me away.

“My mom’s coming,” she whispered.

I pulled my head from under her skirt, and Halle took one look at my face and sent me to the restroom to clean up. While I was in there, I realized that Fritz must have seen us. I was a little pissed that he would be such a pervert to watch two teenagers have sex, but was grateful he’d given us the heads-up. Then I realized it wasn’t his fault we decided to have sex in the living room. I’d been told the house was monitored. Fritz must see things all the time as part of his job.

I felt sorry for Halle and Rita. If they needed this level of security, they would have very little privacy. You would have to trust your security people an awful lot.