Smut Cinema
Chris met Marcus and Tammy somewhere in the hollywood hills at what he described as a ‘swanky but boring cocktail event next to an infinity pool.’ Marcus is a restauranteur of Swiss-German origin. Tammy is a power player in the film financing world — on speed dial for just about every Californian producer.
So when Chris came home and showed me the invitation to ‘an evening of smut and seduction’ I was less dismissive, “What would a lowly waitress like myself even say to them?” He tried to reassure me that, “He’s in the restaurant industry, you have a lot in common.” Finally I agreed to stalk them on the internet and there they were; glittering in their faux-casual ensembles, he with pocket square, she with Gucci clutch.
On the day, I insisted on sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream until the last moment. But eventually I had to confront my measly cupboard in the hopes of finding something suitable to wear. After spending all of five seconds contemplating my options I settled on skinny black pants and, in a fuck you, one of Chris’s white cotton button down shirts and my only pair of serious black heels. Chris laughed good heartedly when he saw me wearing the shirt, hugged me and kissed me on the head. That made me smile.
The house was imposing, the cars were expensive and I was glad that we Ubered there so as to not have to park our unwashed mini-SUV among the sparkling cars. I was fully prepared to spend the evening feeling insecure while Chris talked photography with Marcus but then, upon entering the fray, I felt a distinct sense of calm entering my body. The attendees were older than what I had expected and Marcus shorter and more fleshy than what his posed society photos suggested. As he shook my hand I imagined him on red carpets sucking in his stomach as if he was holding a shit on a cross-country economy flight.
“Champagne?” he offered. I found myself confident in my youthful skin and sun kissed hair, “I no longer drink but I’m sure that I can find a tonic somewhere.” He could not prevent himself from bowing slightly and swept his arm in the direction of the bar, “Of course, please do help yourself.”
Waiting at the bar I felt a kind of camaraderie with the hired staff. A woman walked around to the back of the bar and whispered into one of the bartender’s ears — this then was the hostess, Tammy. She was younger and significantly hotter than her partner and showed a clear and natural sense of style in her dress and movements. I decided to introduce myself.
“Hello. Are you Tammy?”
She nodded politely.
“I’m here with Chris McNealy, my name is Deidre.”
“Ah! Chris. He’s a wonderful young man — such beautiful photographs.”
We chatted inconsequentially and, when she got pulled away by a man in a irreverent blazer, I went back to find Chris. He was leaning against the railing of the upper-floor balcony.
“Hey babe, beautiful view huh?”
“Very nice,” I agreed and leaned into him.
“So what exactly is this ‘evening of smut and seduction’?”
Chris took a deep breath, “Well, here’s the deal.”
Mentally I went uh-oh.
“Marcus and Tammy thought it would be fun to invite friends over for an evening of erotic films in their cinema.”
“You mean porn.”
“No, no,” he raced to reassure me, “Apparently it’s going to be really classy.”
“I’m sure. So no DP or AtM then.”
Chris laughed, “You’re such a fox.”
Once everyone was sufficiently lubricated Marcus and Tammy got onto the bar and clinked glasses to get the guests’s attention.
“Friends! Hello and welcome! Tammy and I are really excited about tonight’s event. And we’re so glad that so many wonderful people showed up.”
Cheers from the audience.
“Now I have to let you know that the cinema was Tammy’s idea so how about a round of applause for my beautiful partner?”
Another round of cheers.
“And I think that it would be best for Tammy to introduce tonight’s entertainment.”
Marcus gave Tammy a kiss on the cheek and stepped back to let her take the stage.
“Hello friends!” Tammy glowed. “Welcome to our first ever erotic cinema night. You know it’s so hard to get good smut these days. Just so hard, don’t you think?” She allowed a moment for the laughter to die down.
“I was telling Marcus that I’m just so bored with what California is producing in terms of adult entertainment and that, surely, there are better alternatives out there. So we went out looking.” The last sentence she said with a distinct gleam in her eye and was rewarded with another round of cheers.
“Well, let me tell you — it does exist. And luckily we have some wonderful friends in Europe who dug into their private vaults and sent us some really beautiful fucking.” The cheers turned into a warm roar as the male voices became more prominent, there are even a few whistles.
Tammy continued, “So we’d like to invite you into the cinema — feel free to bring your drinks — and come and enjoy the best of what Europe has to offer with us.”
And with that Tammy raised her glass to invite another round of cheers.
“Oh, and one more thing,” another gleam in her eye, “We’ve prepared some of the rooms in the house for those who feel adventurous after the show — you’re welcome to continue the festivities in private,” Marcus interjected Invite some friends along! and Tammy mock-slapped him for it but then added, “Hey, we’re all adults here, aren’t we?”
A final round of cheers and then Tammy and Marcus were helped down from the bar and lead the way down the stairs and to the private cinema. Chris put his arm around me and guided me into the laughing stream of people.
The cinema was luxurious and would comfortably seat the thirty or so people in attendance — no popcorn was on offer. We found seats to the side of the one of the middle rows and settled in for the show. The first scene was vintage (including grainy leader countdown) and featured a couple on a four poster bed. The sound was faint and the camera static but the couple were natural and comfortable with one another’s bodies as they moved from position to position. It was unclear from the film whether they orgasmed. The second scene was of a woman masturbating; her hair cut into a severe bob, her fingers deep inside her. At this point I started finding it more interesting to observe the audience members. Some were nestled into one another’s shoulders, others remained politely separated. Some whispered and smiled back and forth. I wondered whether Chris found this arousing and put my hand on his thigh. He responded by smiling while keeping his gaze on the screen. The third scene was of an orgy in what looked like a chateau. By now the sound coming from the screen was clear and throaty as several participants orgasmed. The scene also featured the first cumshot (onto a woman’s chest) and I moved my hand onto Chris’s penis which I was glad to find hard. At this point it became clear to me what my next move would be.
I slipped off my heels and unbuttoned my pants. Chris looked over at me and his hand automatically shot over to stop me but I caught it and firmly moved it back to his lap, a signal that he was no longer allowed to object. He complied. Once I had removed my pants and underwear I took his hand and pushed it onto my clit and clamped down on it with my thighs. I gave him a minute to settle down. No one else in the cinema had noticed as they were all still transfixed by the images on the screen. Next I unbuckled Chris’s pants and took out his swollen cock. I looked over at Chris (his face clearly ashen even in the low light) and whispered in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to interrupt me.
I get up, look at the couples next to and behind us and mount Chris. His cock slides into me easily. As I fuck him I make a point of pulling his hair and taking my breasts out of my shirt. My clit swells. No one in the cinema is watching the screen anymore. I tilt Chris’s head back, hover over him and let a string of saliva run down from my mouth into his. I hold the gaze of a woman to my left and fuck Chris harder as I do so. The screen goes dark before we’re finished but non of the audience move. I’ll let them go once I’m good and ready.
