Kiss and Tell

Chapter 27

Sacramento

December 2024

Doug

I finished the call, then went to my calendar and added the dates I’d scribbled on the notepad.

“You’re smiling,” Austin remarked as he came into the gallery office. “I take it you’ve got filming coming up.”

I nodded before gazing at the ceiling. “Everything cleared away up there?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Someone in the class asked if I did private modeling sessions. I was polite when I turned her down.” He pointed to my phone. “Was that Legrand?”

Another nod. “He wants me for a weekend’s shooting. Three or four scenes.” Dr. Wolf was in reality Legrand Wolf, and since the summer, we’d been in constant contact.

What I loved about the videos? He wanted to film a lot of age gap stuff, and that was fine by me.

Austin’s eyes sparkled. “Scoutmaster Doug again?” He stilled. “He doesn’t want to shoot scenes in those tents, does he? You’ll freeze your dick off.”

I laughed. “Office scenes only, where I meet with new scouts. I get to fuck them over a desk. Legrand’s desk, actually.”

“I’m glad I got you to change your mind. Legrand told me you could be nominated for an award or two next year.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Daddy Doug is getting very popular.”

I snorted. “He asked if I’d considered bottoming. He’s got a site where coaches get fucked by their athletes. Thinks I’d be a good fit.”

Austin’s jaw dropped. “Fuck. I’d pay to see that. In fact I’d pay him to let me do that.”

I narrowed my gaze. “Too bad. Not gonna happen. It’ll have to remain one of your hot little fantasies.” My phone buzzed, and I smiled when Randy popped up on the screen. “Hey. Merry Christmas. Well, almost. You still working or are you taking a vacation?”

“Christmas can’t come soon enough. We both need a break. Logan’s really been putting in the hours. I have too, if it comes to that. But I’m calling because I had an idea.”

“Fire away.” I listened as he relayed his plans. When he’d finished, I grinned. “That sounds awesome. Sure, count me in. Hey, Austin’s here at the moment. Him too?”

“Why not? I’ll email you the date, and then we’ll talk some more.”

“Fine. Give my love to Logan. I’ll probably be seeing you both over the next few weeks.”

“I’ll be the one falling asleep with my face in the turkey.” He hung up.

“That man works too damn hard,” I murmured.

“What’s going on?”

I smiled. “You’re going to love this.”