Acme And Ecstacy Part 7 Joan didn't feel up to driving Vicki home so I volunteered. She lived about twenty minutes from Joan in the upscale part of town. It was a nice drive and it gave us a chance to talk. "Quite a night eh, Vicki?" I asked. "I really enjoyed it, Joe. And that was so sweet of you to go down on Joan. I'm proud of you." She said. "Why is that?" I asked. "Because I know you really didn't want to. I could tell." She said. "Was it that obvious?" I said. "Not to Joan, I don't think. I think she needed it so bad that she wasn't really paying attention anyway." She said. We drove on. "Joe, how did you end up at this job?" Vicki wanted to know. "You seem like you should be doing something else, something more." "Well I had my own business for a while, on the internet, selling stock reports and newsletters but that went bust. The whole tech bubble just blew everything out of the water." I told her. "I'm trying to put something together right now. Acme Telemarketing covers my bills." "That's cool. But how did you end up here. Do you like working the phones?" she asked. "Yeah. I did it before. I liked it. You can kind of get a feel for what's going on in the world, the economy and so forth, from some of the feedback you get from call-ins. I figured that would be good to kind of gauge the climate for starting up another business." "I like you, Joe." She said for no reason. The conversation lapsed a few seconds. "Another thing ... back when I worked phones before... I worked on a project that I really liked. And I always had a good feeling about telemarketing after that. A production company had a direct to video movie release they wanted to move without mass advertising. So they just gave us this list and told us to ask the owners/managers if they wanted to buy a copy. I was kind of a movie buff, I guess, I knew of the main actors and also I had read the book in school and I kinda had an idea what went on in movie studios. So I made up a whole spiel." "Let's hear it." she said. "Well I don't remember it now. I used a lot of Hollywood jargon and talked about the behind the scenes politics of getting a movie made - explaining the direct to video angle. Anyway, of the twenty-five people on the project I sold more than ten times as many videos as the rest of the crew combined. I had a lot of fun on that project." "Wow. That's pretty cool, Joe" she said as we pulled up in front of her Aunt's house where she stayed. "You know, I'm an actor." She told me. "I didn't know." I said. "Nobody ever told me." "Nobody at work knows. You're one the few people I've told outside of my family." She said. I sat back and looked at her. "You really like movies, Joe? What's your favorite?" She asked. "For the longest time it was "The Godfather".- but it's been on TV so much I've gotten too familiar with it. I guess my favorite as of now would be an Italian film called "Seven Beauties". It's just well done and ironic and---" "I love that movie!" she said. "We saw it in class a while ago and I just rented it. It's fantastic." "Wow." "Yeah. What a coincidence." She said. "Joe, one reason I like you. I mean deep down. Is because - I really don't know what this means, not in any way that I can describe - but you're the first person, the only person I've told that hasn't right away asked what I've been in or questioned me somehow. I told you I'm an actor and you accepted it. No questions." "The others are probably just interested in knowing the stuff you've done." I said. "No, it's not like that. It's like they're challenging me to prove to them that I'm an actor. I haven't been in anything more than college productions right now. But I am an actor. I've known it for a long time. Whether I get famous or not -- you know, who knows? But dammit I am a damn good actor and I'll be successful - at least on my own terms - I know it." I was impressed. "You know that stuff about my boyfriend wanting head?" she asked. "Yeah." "I don't have a boyfriend." She said. "Really." "Yeah. I just thought I needed some experience. To help my acting. We do these workshops - some are pretty intense -- you, uh, explore places mentally in the mind -- you know? And I can just tell that I need some stuff, some material, for my craft. I mean I know it's acting I should be able to go to places without actually having been there myself - and I can, I can do that - but for me sex is like a whole area that is just blank. There is nothing there for me to reference -- you know what I mean? People poke fun at me - I know it's all friendly - but I really am pathologically shy. And it held me back. Because -- sure there were guys I could've let hump me just for the hell of it -- but I'm shy, not desperate. I need a connection, a real emotional connection with someone before I could let them -- you know -- be with me. I don't know why I'm going on like this to you, Joe. But thanks for listening." The implication of what she shared hit me hard. I was honored. I didn't know what to say so I just told her I enjoyed being with her and we sat quietly for a moment. "Joe what's it like playing the bitch?" She asked innocently. "That's strange. Before I saw Ella I didn't think I was capable of being a bitch. With her it is so natural. I love it when she calls me her bitch." I told her. "That's nice." "That scene with Joan was weird. That was hard. It didn't feel right. But I didn't want to disrupt things after the night had gone so well." I said. "I know what you mean." Vicki said. "Now I'm glad I did it. She was so desperate." I said. "You're a good guy, Joe." She said. "You know, I'm so mousy people probably think I'd be a good bitch. A submissive bitch like you -- know what I mean? But I think you need a lot of confidence to be the kind of bitch you are, Joe. A boss's bitch. You seem so sure of yourself." "I dunno." I said. But I think she was right. I felt sure of myself with Ella. "It would be easier for me to play the other role -- you know what I mean? I'm still too mousy but at least you're not risking anything." She said. She paused. "You know, Joe, this could be quite an opportunity for you." Vicki said. "How's that?" I asked. "Well, if I do become famous you could say you went down on the great Vicki Chance -- you know what I mean?" "But I didn't go down¼" Then I figured out what she meant as she smiled in anticipation. What the hell, I couldn't very well cop a plea that I was Ella's exclusive bitch after what I did with Joan. She shimmied out of her jeans and we pushed the seat back as far as it would go. I had just enough room to be comfortable as she wrapped both her legs around my ears. I was a little uneasy about doing this on a public street. The last time I had sex in a car Vicki hadn't yet been born. But there wasn't any traffic and Vicki was a quiet sort of girl. She was going to make this easy for me. With both hands she grabbed my head by two tufts of hair and held me close as I tasted the flavors of her innocent marrow. She worked herself against me as I licked at her wetness. My cock, weary from the many erections and eruptions of the day, lay nestled in my briefs like an old dog on a warm rug. It seemed a fitting ending to an eventful day. We moved together in a quiet rhythm as she found a comforting tempo for her tender clit and in the sheltering darkness of tree-lined suburbia she achieved a peaceful release and a promising reference for her craft.