He's here for the girls

Okay, there was something to be said for trying to fuck Mrs. Adams. She was drunk and upset with her husband. From his research into porn videos, Matt knew both were positive indicators for unfaithfulness. On the other hand, he had a sneaking suspicion Tanya would not be amused if he made moves on her mom. And frankly, Tanya was a lot hotter--to Matt at least--than was her mom.

As for the starlets, let's get real. They were working, trying to attract the attention of a studio executive. The chances that one of them would take pity on a high school kid were close to zero.

Still, he had to do something with Mrs. Adams.

Matt made a **** wave to Tanya and Natasha.

When they finally sauntered over, he asked Natasha if she could watch the bar station and then whispered to Tanya, "I think your mom has had a couple too many drinks. Can you help me get her up to her bed?"

Tanya glared at Matt, clearly trying to figure out his game. "Yeah, sure," she finally said. "Not the first time I've had to drag her drunk ass upstairs."

Matt draped Mrs. Adams's left arm around his shoulders and put his hand on her waist while Tanya ran ahead to open the house door.

The house itself could have been a museum with original Picassos on the wall, mid-century modern furniture, and a collection of personally autographed actor photos... and a collection of five Oscars on the fireplace mantle. Definitely living large.

"Are you coming or did you get stuck?"

Mrs. Adams giggled and groped for Matt's crotch. "I don't think he's coming yet but maybe I can help with that."

"Mother."

"You just want your father for yourself," Mrs. Adams said.

Wow, that came out of left field.

"Oh, jeez," Tanya sighed.

"Just a little ways farther," Matt guessed. For all he knew, they'd have to walk a mile through the mansion to get to Mrs. Adams's room.

"Come on, mom. Up we go." Tanya grabbed Mrs. Adams's other arm and helped Matt walk her mom up the stairs.

Mrs. Adams took the opportunity to grab Matt's hand and move it up to her breast.

"Mom, I'm sure Matt doesn't need that."

Not that he minded but Matt definitely preferred the incidental touch of Tanya's breast as she helped maneuver her mother up the stairs and into a bedroom.

The bedroom was bigger than Matt's whole apartment. It was also, pretty clearly, not shared with Mr. Adams as it was all pink and girly.

"Okay, help me put her in bed," Tanya ordered.

{if fitness>19}Matt complied, lifting Mrs. Adams into his arms--thank goodness he'd been working on the pushups and then lowering her into the bed while Tanya pulled back the covers.{else}Matt tried, but ended up just sort of leaning Mrs. Adams into her bed while Tanya looked on disapprovingly. Damn, he really should have worked out more.{endif}

"You can stay, pretty boy," Mrs. Adams called as Tanya half-dragged him out of the bedroom.

"You do not have to mention this to anyone," Tanya said. "If you do, I'm afraid I'll have to hurt you."

"My lips are sealed," Matt promised. He was tempted to leverage the moment, promise to stay silent if Tanya would go out with him but he judged she would just get madder at him. Who knew, maybe being a decent human being would pay off for once.