When Candy woke up, she felt like she'd run a marathon. Her shoulders, her legs, her arms, her stomach, they all ached. And it was no wonder. She stared at Jon's ceiling with a smile on her face. The things they'd done...
Candy'd been a call girl for two-and-a-half years, and Jonnie was the only client she ever spent the night with. When she received calls for him, usually through that girl Karyn, she made sure to clear her schedule. He was worth it. She'd met a lot of guys in her career, but Jonnie was something special.
Their relationship had never been defined beyond their financial one, but every time Candy got the call, she hoped that it would change. She wasn't sure exactly what it was about Jonnie that made her love him so much. Sure, he was nice, kind, thoughtful, and a maniac in bed, but all those things were nothing unique. She had half-a-dozen regulars who were the same. Maybe it was Jon's body, the unique way he'd grown to look like a woman in almost every way, except the way that counts, that is.
No, Candy dismissed the thought, it was much more than physical. It was everything. They'd grown together, physically, as well as spiritually. When Candy had first met Jonnie, he was just starting out in Hollywood, an unsure stunt-man with a very strange body type. His look had quickly gotten him a few low-budget jobs, but he needed something to get him to the next level. Candy took some credit for that.
He'd cried the first time they'd fucked, and that's what it was, fucking, back then. They weren't intimate in any way. Jonnie had been so full of uncertainty and frustration that he'd jumped on her and rode her like a high-school boy. It didn't last long, three, maybe four minutes, which for Candy was a relief. The last thing she wanted was for something like that to last a long time. She'd chafe!
He orgasmed loudly, grunting, squinting that weird, pained face she'd stared at disinterestedly so many times in the past. What was different was what happened after.
Tears.
Jonnie began to cry. Sob, really. The tears came silently, the grew to heaving sobs, salty drops hitting her face after rolling down his. Then he spoke.
Tale after tale of isolation, indecision, poor treatment, and low-self esteem. Jonnie's past was horrible. How could it not be? Growing up in a suburb of a small city, he'd never fit in, not looking like he did. He'd always know what it was that he wanted to do, but didn't have any roll models, any mentors, to teach him. Not what he needed, anyway.
He'd excelled in martial arts, he could drive a car or motorcycle like a pro, and had no fear of fire or heights. He was the perfect stunt man. The problem was the 'man' part. He would never be able to rise to the top of his field acting the way he did. Jonnie never had a lack of people trying to teach him how to be more manly, which was how he got so good at the stunts. He'd never had anyone teach him how to be a woman.
If there was one thing Candy knew, it was how to be a woman.
They'd started slowly. Learning how to walk again took a while, then she'd added heels. Heels, platforms, sandals, each he'd mastered. Once his confidence was built, she'd started on make-up and hair. After that he'd taken to everything like a natural woman. Clothes, accessories, posture, dancing, she only needed to point him in the right direction and he figured the rest out himself. There were many nights she'd gotten the call from Karyn, and instead of spending the evening in bed, they'd head out to a club together, just to practice. Jonnie had gone home with more than his share of numbers from unsuspecting guys.
Last night, before Scarlett had arrived, had been the closest Candy had been to expressing her feelings to Jonnie. She had hoped that he would make the first move, but she couldn't help it. She'd always been told that her mouth was faster than her brain, and last night, before she could stop herself, she'd begun to tell Jonnie her true feelings. As much as she hated the timing of Scarlett's phone call, she was also relieved. Maybe she wasn't ready for commitment. Maybe Jonnie wasn't either!
Then Scarlett had arrived and everything had changed. What was going to be an intimate evening of love-making, became a frantic, exciting, clothes-ripping, multi-orgasmic rollar coaster of sex. She'd quickly lost track of who was who and what was what. The three of them were insatiable. The only time Candy had even come close to something like that was when she'd used ecstasy in high-school. This had been better.
The driving force was Scarlett. Jonnie, for a change, had mostly been passive, letting the two women drive, which quickly became a case of one-upmanship. It was almost as if Scarlett was competing against Candy for Jonnie. Candy, of course, wasn't going to let go of him so easily, so she fought back. Soon enough it became so heated that the two blondes were rolling around on the bed, unsure of who they were kissing, licking, rubbing...
By the end of the night, all three were exhausted. All three were fully sated. Jonnie was asleep, while Scarlett and Candy cuddled on either side of him, each reaching over the slumbering man, fingering the other woman to one last orgasm.
Candy was pretty sure she'd have to cancel on her day's calls. Her body was far too sore to do anything but lay on her back and ask for more lube. Jonnie and Scarlett had both been gone by the time she'd woken up. Early shoot day, the note had said, signed by two sets of lips kissing in a matching shade of lipstick. She could smell their perfumes over the smell of sex and sweat that had soiled the sheets, and she breathed deeply, not wanting to lose this moment.
But, as with all moments of perfection, she knew this one would have to end. She was, after all, only a call girl. Jonnie had never said anything otherwise, and so she'd have to remember her place. Taking one more deep breath, which manifested more as a sigh, she threw the sheets from her naked body, stood up, and began the task of locating her clothes. Karyn had paid in advance for Candy's services, so she didn't have to worry about payment. Grabbing her panties from atop the vanity mirror (how had they gotten up there?), she dressed with a heavy heart. Unrequited love, no matter how good it could feel, still sucked.
