Faust's Folly

Author's note:

Please see Pt. 1 for blurb. And, if you haven't read Pts. 1-4 yet, I strongly recommend doing so before proceeding.

All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

Thirty-Four

"What are you doing here, Mother?" Madison seethed at their newcomer.

"I wanted to see you," the woman known to her fans as simply Jinx, but whose legal name was Janine Evans, replied with a raspy voice. "It became clear you were never going to invite me, so I decided to make the trip."

"And them?" Madison asked, stabbing her finger toward the street for emphasis.

"You know me better than to think that I'm with those assholes. And this is hardly the first shoot I've been to that was getting picketed. Besides, I drove all this way."

"You live, like, twenty minutes away."

"And yet you never thought to invite me," Jinx sniped.

"I don't want to fight," Madison groaned. "In fact, I've got a ton of work to do. So, if you'll excuse me..."

"Seriously? You're just going to dismiss me like one of your lackeys?"

"Office," Madison growled. "Now."

She whirled and stormed toward her office without another word, leaving Wyatt and Jynx with little choice but to follow. Wyatt spared a parting apologetic glance toward where Jade, Adria and Beka were seated together on the couch, watching the proceedings with no small measure of concern. But Adria just waved him firmly in Madison's direction, so he followed after the mother-daughter duo.

"These are not my minions, Mother," Madison seethed after Wyatt had closed the door. "They're our colleagues. Our partners. No matter what your associate may have told you to the contrary."

"I'm sure I don't know who you mean," Jynx retorted as she took a seat across from Madison with a bearing which suggested the older woman considered herself to be very much the alpha in the room.

"Don't try to deny that you still talk to Scott on the regular. I have no doubt you were the first one he showed off his new body to in hopes of satisfying a life-long craving."

"Isn't it incredible?" Jynx gushed. "I simply must meet his surgeon."

"Are you completely bug-fuck insane!" Madison thundered. "Plastic surgery can't do that shit!"

"It can do quite a bit," her mother retorted, gesturing toward her too-firm, and too-perfect, E-cup breasts.

"I don't begrudge you any of the work you've had done, Mom," Madison groaned as some of her anger fled.

"Coulda fooled me. Don't think I've forgotten what you called me when I got my first tattoo."

"I was six, and you got a huge snake on your forearm. I'm fucking terrified of snakes. It scared the shit out of me! It wasn't a value judgement against you!"

"Fine," Jynx conceded before muttering, "Doesn't change the fact that you haven't called me in three months despite the fact that, in that time, you've apparently started what is, by a comfortable margin, the most serious relationship you've ever had. Not to mention starting an incredibly successful, multi-million dollar porn empire."

Madison's eyes flicked in the direction of her lover before she responded. "As you said... we've been a little busy."

Jynx glanced around to where Wyatt stood behind her, starting slightly as though she had been unaware of his presence even though she had eyed him hungrily upon entering the Studio mere moments earlier. She gave him another thorough visual inspection before turning back to Madison and saying, "Aren't you going to introduce me to the future father of my grandchildren?"

"Cute," Madison grumbled, her displeasure rising to the level which normally dictated someone pulling a weapon. Wyatt offered her a warm smile, desperately hoping the gesture conveyed his support rather than coming across as mocking. His worry was soothed away an instant later when she returned his gesture and said, "Mom, Wyatt. Wyatt, Mom."

"That's it? No fascinating backstory? No recitation of his remarkable physical attributes?"

"I have little doubt you're nearly as familiar with his measurables as I am. You've never been one to shy away from binging on a new actor who interested you. And my handsome companion is our star performer."

"Merely one of them," Wyatt interjected. "My co-performers are the true stars."

"Speaking of which..." Jynx declared joyously. "You finally popped your cherry!"

"That happened a decade and a half ago," Madison seethed. "Perhaps you remember? You were in the next room shouting pointers through the door."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. You were incredible, sweetie. So beautiful. So sexy. You're a natural!"

"Jesus Christ! I can't believe you somehow made the act of watching your only child preform in a porno sound even creepier than I thought possible. Congratulations."

"Of course I watched it. Why wouldn't I? You've certainly watched me perform plenty of times. I remember that one time I was doing a group scene, and you were butt-hurt that I wouldn't let you play with my phone. So, you started throwing those little clear BB's at us from behind the camera. No one knew what was going on, so the director never called cut. But everyone was so goddamned distracted that the scene was hot garbage. Worst one I ever did."

Madison shrugged dismissively. "You should have given me your phone."

"Seriously, sweetheart. Your scene was really beautiful. And not for the normal performance reasons.Youwere exquisite. You all were."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because we destroyed the only copy," she gestured to where the thumb drive still bobbed in the glass on her desk, "and we're suing Scott to get him to take it down."

"Why would you do that? It was incredible!"

"Because it was for him," Madison hissed, gesturing angrily at Wyatt. She then pointed angrily through her office window before she added, "Not for them."

Reflexively, Wyatt glanced outside to where the number of protesters was noticeably larger than it had been the last time he looked.

Jynx's intense gaze softened, and, for the first time, Wyatt saw something approaching maternal love in her eyes. "I'm so sorry honey, and I'm so happy for you."

"Excuse me?"

"I hate that the tape got out against your wishes, and I'm thrilled that you finally found your person."

"People," Madison retorted quietly.

Jynx glanced toward the living room. "The other three too?"

Madison appeared to bite back an angry retort, instead replying, "As Wyatt said recently. I might not love them yet, but I will."

Jynx glanced at Wyatt again, seeming to see him as something other than an object of libidinous fantasies for the first time. "Does that mean you lovehim?"

"I absolutely do," Madison declared with quiet intensity.

"And I love her even more," Wyatt concurred, subconsciously dropping his voice.

"I guess that rules out you guys allowing me to do a scene with him after I join your Company."

"Obviously!" Madison snickered. "And that's a hell of an assumption. What makes you think we'd invite you?"

"The fact that I'm fucking fabulous. Besides, you can't really do MILF porn unless you've got an actual mom in the scene."

"Rose is a mom," Madison countered with a smirk.

"Sweet Jesus," Jynx gushed. "Talk about a MILF. That snack can sit on my face as long as she pleases."

"And now I need a bucket."

"Oh, hush. You've seen me with more dicks in my face than I have fingers."

"That's not a badge of honor, you maniac. I was eleven!"

Jynx glanced around inquisitively. "And look at you now. A genuine porn queen. Seriously, honey. I'd love to get in on what you've got going on here, even if I don't get to sample the main attraction."

"Thank you?" Wyatt interjected.

"You're quite welcome, handsome."

Madison continued, "I can't believe that you're here, today of all days, asking for a job." She gestured again outside. "Look at those nutjobs! Why would you want any part of this? I can't even get my fucking earbuds to call my fucking lawyer to discuss a fucking cease-and-desist about a fucking video that was fucking stolen from us!" By the time she finished speaking, her voice had risen a full octave, and she was shouting so loudly that Wyatt discreetly waggled his jaw to clear his ears.

"Fucking," Jynx quipped. She then reached across the desk to take her daughter's hand. "These things happen in this business, baby. You know that better than anyone. Give it a week and those repressed sycophants will discover something else to be outraged about."

"And your buddy who's vowed to, quote, unquote, bury us?"

"Fuck him. Not literally, of course."

Madison fixed her mother with a critical eye. "Swear to me you haven't."

"Of course not," Jynx replied firmly. "I don't care what he looks like, he's still a prick. Besides, I can get ten guys on my hook-up app who look just as good in less time than it takes to make mac-and-cheese. An assertion which made your former employer quite cross."

"I can imagine. Far too many handsome men assume that's all it takes."

"Is that what makes Wyatt so special? The fact that he's gorgeous,andnot a bastard?"

"He's the best man I've ever known, Mom. Better than I could have even imagined. I would love him even if he looked like Scottusedto. The fact that he's the most beautiful human in history is merely an added bonus."

"Ditto," Wyatt added. "Although I'm not sure how I feel about being called beautiful."

"It's not like she's wrong," Jynx insisted.

"Seriously, Mom. I'm not sure I'm ready to have to worry about seeing you getting railed by Zeus in the kitchen on a random Tuesday when I decide I need another seltzer," she gestured for emphasis on the final resting place of the thumb drive.

"Zeus? Is he that beautiful young man who's got a cock longer than my calf?"

"That's Wyatt, Mom," Madison quipped. "But seriously, Zeus was next to Beka when you came in. He was the one trying to get the hang of a card trick."

"Him? You must be joking. I thought he was a cameraman, or a delivery guy who got barricaded in by the protestors."

"In truth, he's genuinely one of our most popular guys. At least with the other performers in the Company. He's truly the Eighth Wonder of the World."

"Is his cock, like..."

"He's normal sized," Madison cut her off with a grin. "But I'll tell you what, not a single one of his co-performers have ever done a scene with them where they didn't laugh. How he can make cumming on a girl's face the best part of her day is truly something to behold." She glanced unselfconsciously at Wyatt before adding, "Usually, you have to fall in love with someone for that to happen. Zeus does it with nothing more than oodles of charisma."

"Sounds intriguing. Assuming my daughter, the President, repays decades of flawless mothering with a measly job offer."

Madison shook her head to dismiss the judgmental retort, instead replying, "I'll think about it. Good enough?"

"For now," Jynx acceded.

"Good, then perhaps we could all go grab a soda before today's scheduled railings begin."

"You're still shooting with all that going on?"

"Damn right," Madison confirmed as she stood and took Wyatt's hand. "We either give in, and let them win, or we decide they don't fucking matter and do as we please. We chose the latter."

"Good for you, sweetheart."

Madison led them from the office and toward where the Company's remaining performers were gathered. She stopped in the center of the living room as though about to speak but paused to look around in confusion. "Where's Beka?"

Adria said, "She got up a few minutes ago. I figured she was headed to the restroom."

"I saw her headed out back," Zeus added. "I told her she should stay inside, what with all the J-towners out there. But she said she'd be right back."

"Do you think she got freaked out by everything going on outside?" Wyatt asked worriedly. "It's not like she's from a place where these kinds of demonstrations normally end well for anyone."

"She seemed fine," Jade offered. "She was giving Zeus Russian lessons while pointing out how terrible he is at magic."

"Just you wait, I'll be on stage in Vegas someday and you'll be begging me for free tickets."

"Sure, buddy," Jade replied soothingly. "The fact remains, I don't think the assholes outside spooked her. She seemed more amused than anything. It's like you said, Wyatt, but in reverse. She's dealt with gun-toting storm-troopers coming in the middle of the night to take her parents away forever. Next to that, a few ignorant assholes with signs seems pretty silly."

"Indeed," Wyatt agreed. "Maybe I should go looking for her anyway, though."

Jade stood up, pulling Adria and Zeus with her. "We'll check out back."

Briana and Nino stood as well, the latter saying, "We'll check upstairs, just in case."

Before anyone else could assign themselves a search quadrant, Veronica, who had positioned herself by a window at the front of the Studio, yelled, "She's out front! They're attacking her!"

Thirty-Five

Wyatt was through the front door before he could take another breath, racing toward the woman trying without success to rise from the midst of a roiling mass of several dozen surging fascistic religious zealots.

"Don't hit anyone!" Madison screamed from behind him.

Wyatt felt a surge of appreciation, both for the warning and for the fact that most of the malefactors surrounding Mila were women and thus untouchable from the perspective of traditional means of transforming rage into bodily damage. He was not, however, above delivering a less-than-gentle shove in his quest to reach his lover. Multiple blows rained down on him, delivered by everything from a diminutive fist to a not-insubstantial handbag, but he ignored them.

"Are you ok?" he whispered as he helped Mila rise.

"Yes," she replied with a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. "They did not hurt."

A much heavier blow landed against the side of Wyatt's head, prompting him to snap his attention to his right where he found a rotund man wearing a red hat and a necklace from which dangled a wooden cross the size of a saucer, not to mention a very satisfied smirk as he retracted his closed fist. Without a word, Wyatt coiled and delivered a savage hammer fist to the man's solar plexus. In response, the attacker cried out in pain, falling back onto his backside and grasping his chest in agony.

"Bastard!" a too-skinny woman wearing a shirt which read 'God Fucking Hates Porn' screamed.

Wyatt ignored her and pulled Mila to his chest as he surveyed their situation. The crowd had closed around them, their intent to prevent the pair from returning to the house quite evident. Through the angry mass animals who were technically human, he could see Madison standing in the doorway and looking on with concern.

As he watched, she mouthed, 'Just go! Get her to a doctor!' at him. He nodded at her and began to lead Mila toward their S.U.V. but the semi-sentient creature that was the angry mob surrounding them seemed to anticipate this tactic and moved to cut off that avenue of retreat. He knew he had his wallet and phone with him, so he instead led her away from the crowd and toward the end of their street.

"Cowards!" a gruff voice called out from behind him as the first of their foes recognized his intent.

Wyatt kept moving without looking back, a dim part of his subconscious wondering why the police who they had called more than an hour earlier had yet to arrive. He felt the crowd surge around him and felt a few tentative blows land on his back, spurning him to hasten their steps.

"Wyatt?" Mila asked, fear marring her normally joyful voice.

"Just keep walking honey. I won't let them hurt you."

Another blow landed, this time much more forceful and directly to his kidney, caused him to grunt in pain. He glanced back, preparing to issue a retort which included a broken nose, when he heard a blood-curdling scream rip from the crowd several meters behind them.

"What the fuck!" a male voice snarled.

Unable to help himself, Wyatt looked back. His task was made easier by the fact that the crowd was surging back toward the Studio. Through the mass of hate and misguided judgement, he spotted Zeus standing in the doorway with a rapturous smile on his face. Moments later, Wyatt saw that Dwayne was bent at the waist with his naked ass pointing at the crowd, reaching back to tease his own asshole while he furiously fellated his co-performer.

"Oh, yeah!" Zeus screamed tauntingly. "It feels so good whenhesucks my cock, but not as good as when he fucks me in theass!"

"Now!" Madison screamed from behind them as the vanguard of the angry mob approached the Studio. Zeus's veneer of pleasure disappeared, and he and Dwayne quickly fled into the house, but not before the former waved daintily at the crowd and yelled, "You bigoted morons are so predictable!".

At once, Wyatt rushed Mila to their S.U.V., having belatedly realized the ruse. Fortunately, it took the crowd several long moments to come to the same realization, by which point Wyatt was under way and headed toward safety.

"Are you ok?" he asked Mila anxiously.

"Yes," Mila replied softly. "They just knock down." She then gasped and reached out to touch his neck. "You are bleeding!

"What?" he grunted.

She pulled her hand away to show him several bloody fingers. Before he could say more, however, his phone rang through the vehicle's speakers. Seeing it was Amber calling, he thumbed the answer button and repeated, "Are you ok?"

"We're fine. Everything's locked down. What about you?"

"He is bleeding!" Mila shouted.

"What!"

"It's nothing," Wyatt interjected. "One of those assholes just broke the skin."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I didn't even know anything was wrong until Mila noticed it."

"Go to urgent care anyway. You should both get checked out. And keep the records. The lawyer said we'll need them when we sue the shit out of whoever is behind this."

"Fine," Wyatt conceded. "Any word on the cops?"

"They just say, and I quote, they're coming. I also called a couple of television stations. We'll see if any of them want to investigate. But we will be fine. We're locked in and we've got plenty of food to wait them out."

"And if they decide to get rough?"

"We've got the company S.U.V. parked in the garage. It would be snug, but we'd all fit. Rose suggested that if they do something insane like set the house on fire..."

"That's grim," Wyatt interrupted.

"We'll just pile into the car and blast our way out of here, running over anyone we have to in the process. The crowd seems like it's starting to thin out anyway. I suspect you were the main attraction."

"Don't discount the possibility that their primitive brains just overloaded after Zeus and Dwayne's performance."

"I told them it was too dangerous, but they insisted it was the best way to ensure that you guys reached safety."

"Can't deny their strategy's effectiveness," Wyatt pointed out. "I only wish we had a more traditional corporate structure so we could give them a raise."

"I said much the same thing, but Dwayne insisted it was his pleasure. Literally.

"And Zeus?"

"He said he'll consider the scales balanced after he gets to do a scene with my mom. I'm not entirely certain he was joking."

"That's entirely up to you, honey," Wyatt replied soothingly.

"Thanks," she replied warmly. "I told him, and her, that I'd think about it. Still not entirely certain I'm ready for her to be around all the time."

"Believe me, I understand completely. And not just about the fractured relationship piece. You're not the only one who witnessed their parent having sex with a lot of people at once when they were way too young. Although in my father's case it was a time when he took me to a strip club when I was thirteen and he hired half the club to come back to his house with him. I can't be certain that he intended me to see what happened by the pool later that night, but they were making a shitload of noise, and he knew my bedroom faced that direction."