Club Fantasy by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

be embarrassed,” Chloe said. “It was great and you were a big part of it. I can’t wait until I see the tape.”
    â€œIt was really weird for me to watch you two make love the way you did.”
    â€œBizarre, but erotic, no?”
    With a great intake of breath, Jenna admitted, “Erotic, yes.”
    Later that morning the two women stretched out in the living room and played the video. Jenna was amazed at how professional the film looked. Damn, she’d done a fabulous job if she did say so herself. Chloe was lavish in her praise. “That’s the best,” she squealed as she watched the shot of Frank’s cock thrusting into her pussy. “I can’t wait to watch it with him.”
    â€œHow did the evening go after I left?” Jenna asked.
    â€œWe made love two more times. He was so hot just thinking about the movie and me as a hooker. He’s never been a better lover.”
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    Early one evening about a week later, Chloe found Jenna dressed in a pair of shorts and a light tee shirt in the brownstone’s kitchen. While most of the bedrooms were air conditioned, the kitchen faced west and got hotter as the late July sun poured in through the open door. “What are you making?”
    â€œI’m just opening a can of ravioli. It’s too hot for cooking.” Jenna unhooked the can and pushed the opener to the back of the counter.
    â€œGot a date?”
    â€œNot tonight. Tomorrow evening I’m seeing that new guy I met at that job I had last week. He’s kind of cute, with great bedroom eyes and one of those beards that’s not a beard. You know, the ones that are just a line along his jaw?” Jenna gently forked the contents of the can into a bowl.
    After a moment’s hesitation, Chloe asked, “Which nights later in the week are you busy?”
    As she separated the little meat pies, Jenna said, “Okay. What’s up? You don’t usually beat around the bush like this.”
    Chloe dropped into one of the kitchen chairs. “I don’t actually know how to ask this.”
    Jenna put the bowl into the microwave, pushed a few buttons and, as the fan hummed, sat down opposite Chloe. “The easiest way is to spit it out.”
    â€œRemember the movie you made?”
    â€œHow could I forget?”
    â€œWell, Frank showed it to one of his friends.”
    â€œIs that bad? I worried that you’d become some kind of a porn star but the idea didn’t seem to faze you.”
    Chloe held her hand up to interrupt Jenna’s thought. “It’s not that. Actually, I still kind of like the idea.” As Jenna watched, Chloe actually preened a bit. “His friend liked the movie so much that he wants to make one of him and his girlfriend.”
    â€œIt’s not difficult. I could show him a few things about the camera and such if that’s what you want.”
    â€œNot exactly.” Chloe uncrossed and recrossed her legs, then tapped her fingers on the table. “It’s a bit more complicated than that. He wants to use the room Frank and I used and he wants you to do the photography.”
    â€œMe?”
    â€œHe’s got money to burn and is willing to pay three hundred dollars to rent your services. He wants some of the great shots you got. He specifically talked about the cock-sucking part and that fabulous between-the-legs-fucking one.” Jenna tried not to wince at Chloe’s blunt language. “Frank also told him that we could be trusted to give him the only copy of the movie.”
    â€œHe’s going to pay?”
    â€œI thought we could split it. My house and your talent with the camera.”
    â€œI’m not sure I want to go into the dirty-movie business. Is it legal?”
    â€œSure. Why not? It’s for private use only.” Chloe hesitated and her finger-drumming continued at a slightly slower pace. “I could really use the money,” she said softly.