Yes.

"Omigod omigod omigod!" Pandora gushed softly, forcing herself to keep reasonably quiet, as she re-entered the dressing room grinning crazily.

"I know what you mean, honey, that is one hell of a fine looking man out there!" purred Busty.

"He's Kane!"

Moonmoon rolled her eyes. "Oh, get out! No way!"

"I'm serious! It's Kane! I mean ... his real name is Adam, and he has a daughter and three wives -- "

"Excuse me," said Busty. "Did you say ... three wives? You mean ... he really is a too-male!?"

"Yes!"

"And ... " Busty slowed down and licked her lips, wanting to be sure she was getting everything clear and straight in her mind. " ... this Adam ... he did everything to you, to your ... body ... that you say he did!?"

"Yes!"

Busty whistled and led out a deep breath, her eyebrows high. "Wow ... !" was all she could say.

"You're not kidding?" Moonmoon pursued. "That actor out there we're all working with is this Mister Super Stud you've been going on and on about?"

"Oh, yeah, is her ever!"

There was a knock on the door. "Miss Sun?" a technician's voice called. "We're going straight ahead, you're up in two minutes!"

"With a man who can get it all up in two seconds ... !" Busty murmured dreamily.

"I'll be there!" Moonmoon stood up and sighed. "Oh, fuck, I look an absolute mess!"

"Moonmoon, you look gorgeous, seriously," Tess Talismans reassured her.

"Maybe. But for a too-male superstud who can handle a family and a successful upper-class career, I just wish I could look totally perfect!" She fiddled with her hair and makeup, then gave up. "Oh, fuck, it will have to do!"

"Moonmoon, you look amazing, I'm totally serious," Pandora agreed.

Moonmoon faced a full-length mirror and gave her mighty breasts a final bouncy heft with her hands, then gave her body a cute wiggly shakedown. "At least my legs are good -- when I heard this was going to be Helmut Nylons directing, I made sure about that." She pivoted towards the door. "Wish me luck, girls. Okay, Mister Too-Male Superstud -- here I come for you!"

************

Adam chuckled in amusement at how good a menu which didn't have to be real actually was. Yes, he would have to try this place sometime, evidently it was just a few blocks away but he had never passed.

He looked up and actually felt relieved. He had taken Busty Breakstone in stride and not even the goddess of his dreams, Pandora Perqs, had tongue-tied him as badly as upon that first meeting at Jake Upp's. He figured all in all that Marlon might actually be proud of him.

"All right, Adam, we're up again!" Nylands called.

Let's please not say I'm up, Adam wished he could tell Nylands, for he was feeling a distinct twitch deep down in a phallus suddenly eager to resurrect itself. For God's sake, you've just had three women for lunch and an extra snack just half an hour ago, down, boy, down! Adam tried to discipline himself inwardly. Yet there was no mistaking it: in spite of everything, his body was raging to get it on with Pandora Perqs as if their last fuck had only been last night.

Adam put his smile of smug cool confidence back on and waited out the countdown by fingers. "And some investment firms try to lure you with opportunities that only seem to be the best possible option at that one particular moment."

"Can I interest you in anything, sir?"

Adam turned -- and could only cough. Actually, it was closer to a wheeze.

Moonmoon Sun. What the hell!? Moonmoon Sun, one of his cherished secret goddesses, the woman whose picture he had just ejaculated all over in furtive surreptitious guilt that very morning -- Moonmoon Sun was standing there, her neckline outrageously deep and wide, and she was grinning invitingly, her body rocking slightly with obvious sexual eagerness, her voice blatantly breathy and sultry. OH HELL FUCK YEAH! his brain answered her in **** silence.

What has Gogo done!? You're killing me here, Gogo, absolutely killing me!

"CUT!" Helmut came over, but seemed to be in better spirits than the last time. "You know what, Adam, you're absolutely right, let's put in a closeup of Moonmoon as well. Moonmoon, we'll be ready for you in just a minute."

"That'll be great," Moonmoon said cheerily, never looking away from Adam. "Hi, Adam. It's okay. I get this a lot."

"I kind of wish someone had prepared me ... !" he dared confess.

"Mmmmm," she meditated, then ran her fingers over his hair. "I have a secret -- I wish someone had prepared ME for YOU!" She pointedly pushed her cleavage up close to her face. "I hope you don't find this too ... FORWARD of me, Adam ... but fuck me if you aren't the hottest hunk I've ever laid eyes on!"

Fuck you?" Adam echoed inanely.

She licked her lips and winked. "You've got it! En, eee, time, stud ... !"

This is part of her persona, his brain struggled to reason. She has no idea what she's doing to you, she doesn't know you from Adam -- well, so to speak.

Adam let out a very deep breath. Moonmoon grinned at the breath, taking it as a kind of personal victory.

"All right, Moonmoon, look this way!"

Moonmoon got in her closeup, and before he knew it Adam was smugly and coolly declaring "Not right this minute" once more.

"That was a great shoot," Adam declared as Moonmoon sashayed away.

Helmut loooked concerned. "Adam? There's one girl left."

"Oh," he replied, embarrassed. He took another deep breath. At least, after Busty and Pandora and moonmoon, no woman could possibly top them, at least there was that.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)