Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 4

... dressing room, "The play is next week," he reminded her.

She huffed, "I know. I'll be ready."

"This is not like a film where you get to do retakes. It has to be as perfect as you can get it the night you perform."

"You casted me for this job, right?"

"I didn't. I was doing a friend a favor by giving you a chance. Your resume stated you could do a variety of accents. This character is from the South. All I can hear is the Yankee in your voice. Where's a little Carolina drawl? At this point...I'd settle for a little Virginia twang."

"What do you want me to do?"

"The new girl. She works here, Zuri," I heard him mention my name, "she's from here. She can coach you on how a Southerner speaks. The mannerisms. It's not all about y'all and ain't. There's a charm to it. An ebb & a flow of pleasantries sometimes masked behind a pinch of sarcasm. Work with her."

"Ugh, seriously. That girl. I refuse. I am a few film credits from becoming SAG. Why would I waste my time? You're not even paying me enough. Just give the little sweet tea-drinking, gravy, and biscuit-eating girl the part."

I was standing by the door when she marched out. The director stepped out and smiled, "I don't suppose you were listening?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't."

He chuckled, "That part is yours, Zuri. Congratulations. I'm counting on you."

I hugged him, "Thank you so much. I'm going to do your play justice. I promise."

*****

That night, I drove to Nigel's apartment. I ...

... was excited. We shared a bottle of wine. I looked into his sexy blue eyes, "And you're sure you had nothing to do with this?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I promise. I had nothing to do with it. So, does it pay?"

I nodded, "Not much."

"What are you doing with your money since I've been helping you."

I shrugged, "I keep most of it in a cookie jar."

He chuckled and touched my hair, "Pearl, cookie jars don't earn interest. You have to get yourself a financial advisor."

"Can I use one of yours?"

His head motioned side-to-side, "I prefer it be someone not connected to my family. Right now, my wife has her lawyers deep in my books trying to see what all she can get."

My eyes widened, "She would do that?"

"She's not going to go away empty-handed."

I nodded. He was right. It was time for me to get smart about money. I planned to find an advisor first thing in the morning. He touched my chin, "Pearl, I have family moving to the States from Whales this weekend. Which means---"

"I get it, Nigel. It's okay. At least, you're communicating that to me this time."

He chucked, "You're right. I do love you."

"I love you too."

"Come, let's go make love on the balcony."

I laughed, but he was serious. I saw the chair on the balcony. "We're too loud for the balcony."

"You're too loud, but I don't care."

We undressed indoors. I followed him out to the balcony. He sat in the chair, and I mounted him in reverse. His hands explored my body. I tasted his ...