Beverly Hills Dead by Stuart Woods

"You were great in that scene this afternoon," he said.
    "Thanks, Vance. So were you. Rick told me you're English; I was astonished."
    Vance grinned. "I've been staying in character since I got here, working on the accent. I've hung around some with the cowboys and wranglers on the place, had supper at their bunkhouse a couple of times. That helped."
    "How old are you?" she asked.
    He glanced in the mirror, but he couldn't see her. He thought she must be sitting on the edge of the tub. "None of your fucking business," he said, laughing. He splashed water on his face, pulled the plug and reached for a towel. Susie was tall and slender, with not very large breasts. He'd heard a rumor that she had a girlfriend back in L.A. and that she wasn't interested in men. He didn't believe it. When she spoke again, her voice was closer.
    "What about the business of fucking?" she asked from somewhere around the nape of his neck.
    He felt her press against his back, and her arms went around him, one hand on his belly. She reached down and let the hand brush across his crotch. He turned around, and she climbed him like a tree, until her knees were resting on the edge of the sink.
    "Seeing as it's you," he said, "we're open for business."
    She reached down and took him in her hand, then slid him inside her. "Yes, we are," she said.
    Vance took hold of her slim buttocks and helped her move. She was making sweet little noises that he loved, and they remained in that position until she came, but he held back.
    "Your tub is going to run over," he said.
    "Then we'd better get into it," she replied.
    The two of them nearly made the tub overflow.
    "Archimedes would be proud," he said.
    She laughed and snuggled into his shoulder, holding his balls in her hand. "I think I'm older than you," she said.
    "How old are you?"
    "None of your fucking business."
    Vance had learned nearly everything he knew about sex from a leading lady with whom he had lived for three months on a tour of the English midlands with a play. He had seen her passport, so he had known that she was forty but never let her know he knew, since he had been sixteen at the time. "That's okay with me," he said. "I tend to think of people I like as being about my age, no matter how old they are."
    "A good practice," she said. "Do you like me?"
    "I admired you from the moment we rehearsed our first scene," he said. "Now, I like you, too."
    "Can you tap-dance?" she asked.
    "Is that a euphemism?"
    She laughed. "I tend to call things what they are and not employ euphemisms. I mean, can you tap-dance?"
    "As it happens, yes. I learned from an old music hall performer--that's the English version of vaudeville--during a tour of a play we did together."
    "Do you sing?"
    "I'm untrained, but I do."
    "Some of the cast are talking about doing a show for everybody on our last night on location. Why don't you and I work up a number together?"
    "I think we've already worked up a number together," he replied, cupping a breast in his hand and pinching her nipple.
    "Well, yes, but I don't think we'd better do this for an audience. People might talk."
    He laughed loudly. "Yeah, I guess they would, wouldn't they? What sort of number did you have in mind?"
    "Well, being a Brit, you must know 'Burlington Bertie.' That's music hall, isn't it?"
    "It is, and it's one of the numbers my friend taught me. I can choreograph it for us."
    "Like Fred Astaire and Judy Garland?"
    "Better."
    "I expect wardrobe could come up with some costumes."
    "I expect so," he agreed.
    "Let's keep it a secret, though; we'll surprise everybody."
    "Where will we rehearse?"
    "Late at night, in my room," she said.
    "Sounds perfect."
    "No, this is perfect," she said, climbing on top of him and guiding him inside her again.
    "I can't argue with that," Vance said.
    This time they both climaxed.
    That night before dinner, when they had kissed the girls good night, Rick told Glenna about his conversation with Susan Stafford about Vance. "It's nice