Lush Life

Late May, 2019, Los Angeles, California.

It started with a text. Just a little buzz in the late afternoon.

Sydney: Did you miss me?

A second one came through before I could answer.

Sydney: Also... wanna meet my friend?

I didn't even hesitate.

Me: Yes. Yes to both.

I didn't know who her friend was. I didn't care. My first thought had nothing to do with Euphoria or the casting favor I'd pulled strings for all that time ago. It was Sydney's body. The way she bounced into every room like she owned it. I remembered her legs, those smooth thick thighs leading up to those curves that looked like a fantasy. As much as I pretended to not like her Boytoy nickname, I definitely missed it.

I sat on the couch, staring at her texts.

Me: What's her name?

That reply came back quickly.

Sydney: Maude. She's shy. Real shy, but hot. Don't scare her. I'll warm her up first. Promise.

Another buzz.

Sydney: Peep this.

I tapped it open and almost choked. Sydney was front and center, leaning into the frame. She wore an orange floral top with a deep cut. I could see the sunlight dancing off her cleavage and necklace with the pendant nestled between her globes like a tease. Next to her was someone else, a very soft contrast like they were a duo out of a sitcom.

Maude Apatow, dressed in a plain white tee and jeans. Her hair was loose, a little messy. She looked like she didn't even know Sydney had taken the photo, let alone sent it to me. Her eyes were distant, like her body was in the shot but her mind was somewhere else.

I sat back on the couch, heart kicking up a notch.

The daughter of Leslie and Judd. That Maude. I'd met her once, maybe twice in industry spaces. I stared at the photo again, then back at the texts. I wasn't going to touch that, not unless she touched me first. Not unless she looked me in the eyes and meant it. But I knew Sydney was the variable. She knew what she was doing.

But I knew this could get complicated. Or filthy. Maybe both. I unlocked the front gate.

Me: You're trouble. What time?

*

I barely had time to get ready when the doorbell rang. I opened it and then she was in my arms.

"Syd-"

Too late. Sydney threw herself forward, legs tight around my waist, her lips crashing into mine like she'd been holding her breath for months. Her top pressed into me, the faint scent of vanilla wrapping around my brain like a spell. She moaned into the kiss, her tongue brushing mine like it had missed me. Her hips rolled just once, reminding me exactly what I'd been thinking about when I said yes.

I stumbled back a step, but caught her easily. Her body was still just as perfect. Still thick in all the right places. Still made to be held. And yeah, I held her. She pulled back with a grin, panting like she'd just won something.

"Missed me," she whispered.

"Clearly," I muttered. "You good?"

"Better now," She slid down from my arms, smoothing her top and licking her lips with zero shame. Then she looked around the room. "Damn, you kept it cute in here. Must be expecting someone."

"Where's your friend?" I asked.

"Oh, I told her to wait in the car."

"Why?"

"I said I had to check if the place was paparazzi free." She grinned wider. "You know, for her safety."

"Firstly, there's no one out here, but secondly, you lied to her?"

"Technically, I protected her." She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my neck again. "Besides, I needed a taste before I shared."

"Syd..."

"Jason," She cooed. "Relax. I'm not gonna get you in trouble."

I looked past her, out the window. Maude was in the car, her head pressed against the door with a half-bored, half-nervous look on her face.

Sydney leaned up, pressing a lazy kiss to my jaw. "She's just timid. That's all. Thought I'd soften her up. You trust me don't you?"

I did. That was the problem.

I pulled back just enough to get a full look at her.

"What's the deal, Syd?"

She tilted her head, still smiling.

"Maude's... complicated. Super pent-up. Super introverted. Like a bookworm trapped in a tower vibes. She needs someone like you."

"Someone like me," I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Sydney nodded, looping her arms behind her back now, her hips swaying softly. "She needs a sweetheart and a dog. You can flip the switch when it counts. She'll feel safe and if she wants to get nasty, she'll feel that too."

"That's the pitch?"

"You're the pitch, Boytoy."

I snorted.

"Hey," she stepped closer again, her voice softer now like she was trying to level with me. "You're the only guy I know that can rail me... down there and then give me a ride home. That's your contrast. That's exactly what she needs."

"Maude's parents-"

"Are not here," she cut in. I gave her a sharp look, only sort of showing my age.

"Look," she raised both hands. "I get it. Nepo baby and all that. But Maude's grown. Like grown, grown. She can drink, vote, and suck cock if she wants to. And between you and me? I think she really wants to. She just hasn't had a good excuse."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I was still processing the 'suck cock if she wants to' line when Sydney looped her arm around mine.

"Let me bring her in?" she asked, her voice losing that natural, sensual warmth, replacing it with faux-innocence. "I'll be good. I swear."

I sighed, but she was already moving towards the door. More like practically bounced to the door, opening it like she lived here.

"C'mon in, babe," She sang out.

Maude stepped in like she wasn't sure her feet were allowed to touch the floor. She had her hands tucked into the sleeves of that plain white tee. She looked completely undecided about being here. Then she looked at me, her posture straightening just slightly.

"Oh," she said, soft and proper. "Your place is... really beautiful, Mr. Tennerman."

I opened my mouth to correct her, but Sydney beat me to the punch silently. She turned to me, raising her eyebrows with the biggest 'I told you so' expression on her face. I ignored her.

"Thank you," I said, stepping forward with a nod. "And just Jason's fine."

Maude smiled, sheepish but warm. "Right. Sorry. Force of habit. My parents... well you know."

I did. Sydney flopped onto the couch like a queen, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to her chest with a grin.

I turned to Maude. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, sure. What do you have?" Maude blinked.

"Wine, soda, water, bourbon... tea if you're being formal."

Her smile widened. "Wine would be nice."

"Red or white?"

"Surprise me."

I nodded and moved to the kitchen, feeling her eyes follow me. Sydney was lounging, Maude was standing like she was visiting a museum, and I was somewhere in the middle, wondering where the hell this night was going to go. I poured our glasses and went back to the girls. I handed Maude her glass, her hand brushing mine slightly.

"Thanks," she said, then sat carefully on the edge of the couch. The same couch Sydney got assfucked on.

I sat across from them on the other couch, sipping my own glass and letting Maude take in the space. Sydney stretched out with a low hum, like she was bored or buzzed or both. She didn't say much, she just smirked at me like we shared a secret. Which, as you know, we did. Maude noticed. Really fast.

She knew Sydney. She was used to her being the hot one, the flirty one. But Sydney wasn't performing this time. Sydney was lounging like the woman she was, the one who had me wrapped around her finger. A majority of the time anyway. I decided to cut in on the silence.

"So," I said, shifting slightly towards Maude. "How do you feel about where your career's at?"

"I..." Maude hesitated, sitting up straighter as her eyes darted to Sydney, then back to me. "That's... a big question."

"Is it?" I asked gently.

She took another sip. A long one.

"I don't know. My parents, agent, or well agents, the studio, all those people basically tell me where to go and what to do. I'm just... doing it." Maude explained.

Sydney shifted slightly, her expression softening just for a blink of a second.

"And everyone seems fine with that." Maude added, almost under her breath.

Maude swirled her wine like she was trying to hypnotize herself with it.

"I guess I just... I wish I had more 'it' you know?"

"You have it." I said. She looked at me like I'd just lied politely. She smiled then giggled just a bit too long. The wine was hitting her now, and I wasn't the only one noticing. Sydney gave me a look. When I glanced back to Maude, I caught something else.

The hem of Maude's tee had ridden up a little, showing just a sliver of her stomach. She hadn't noticed, or maybe she had and decided not to care. Either way, it was high enough that if she wanted to fix it, she would've. She didn't. Instead she tucked one leg under herself on the couch, lifting her a little higher, the shirt inching up more with the motion.

"Sometimes I wish I had Sydney's cup size," she muttered, half to herself.

"Don't we all?" Sydney snorted.

Maude laughed, but it was almost a gasp at having actually said it. "I mean- I didn't mean it like that, I just-"

"You're just fine the way you are," I said truthfully.

Maude blushed, the color flooding her cheeks so fast it was like I flipped a switch in her bloodstream. She pulled her wine glass up like a shield, but her smile betrayed her.

"Really? You mean that?"

"I don't say things I don't mean."

Sydney watched with the faintest smirk. Maude tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're... different." she said. "Like... I knew you were nice and all but you're..."

"Both," Sydney said. "He's both. That's why you're all red right now."

Maude bit her lip, embarrassed and flattered all at once. She might've been timid, but she was still young and still Sydney's friend. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Sydney stretched like a cat, her arms outstretched over her head with her wine carefully balanced on her thigh.

"We should compare," she said casually, like she was talking about nail polish. "Our boobs I mean."

"What?" Maude said, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"Just for fun," Sydney shrugged. "I mean, we've talked about it enough. We've... kind of done it before, right? And Jason's a producer. He can be the judge."

Maude turned pink again. "I thought you said this wasn't an audition."

"It's not. It's science." Sydney smirked. "I'm just curious how far off we really are."

Maude's eyes flicked to me, then back to Sydney. I raised both hands, staying neutral.

Sydney turned to Maude. "C'mon. It's harmless. And you show the girls at the doctor's office all the time, right?"

Maude laughed, short and sharp. "I do. They're usually cold and bored. You, at least, seem interested."

Sydney grinned. "Extremely."

Maude let out a little chuckle. Then she reached for the hem of her tee.

"I swear, if my mom had any idea-"

"She doesn't." Sydney and I both said, in unison.

Maude giggled again, then in one smooth motion, she lifted. Her white tee slid upward, bunching just below her collarbone. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, perfect, perky nipples already slightly hard, either from the wine or the air or both.

Sydney whistled. "See," she said, turning to me. "Doll."

Then she lifted her own top, no hesitation, no warning. Sydney's breasts spilled free, full and soft, her bra sliding down her arms in a single fluid motion like she rehearsed it. The orange top still hung from her shoulders, framing her curves like an open gift box. Maude's eyes widened at first, then she laughed again.

I was trying so hard not to stare and failing miserably. I looked between them, Maude's chest lifted in a tight inhale she probably didn't even realize she took, and Sydney sat like she was born to be seen.

"I... I appreciate the scientific commitment." I coughed.

Maude glanced at me, then at Sydney, then looked down at herself, biting her lip.

"I think I lost," she whispered.

"Sweetie, we both win if he's hard." Sydney purred, leaning in with her bare breasts hanging perfectly.

Maude covered her mouth, laughing in shock and delight. I shifted in my seat, trying to play it cool. It didn't work. Of course it didn't. Sydney adjusted her posture like she was on set.

"Alright... Mr. Tennerman," she said, her voice going nasally when she used my name formally. "You've seen em'. Now give us your producer's take."

"You want notes?" I asked.

"Full breakdown. Think casting couch, but, y'know, legal." Sydney said, that smirk forever present.

Maude looked at her like she couldn't believe this was happening, and then looked at me like she *really* couldn't believe I wasn't stopping it. I cleared my throat, doing my best impression of a man who wasn't actively hiding a raging hard-on.

"Well, as far as... objective evaluation goes. Sydney's are full, heavy, center-balanced, look *great* in the right light, a nice bounce."

Sydney grinned like she'd just been handed a trophy. "Go on."

"Great under clothing. You've also got that high-sitting thing going on, which frankly should be a crime."

"Damn right." Sydney beamed. I turned my gaze to Maude, slowly because I didn't want her to flinch. She didn't.

"Maude's are..." I noticed her tense slightly. "Nice. Honest. They sit perfectly on your frame. Smaller, yes, but that just means the movement matters."

Maude stared at me, then for the first time since she walked in, she fully smiled. Not that shy one, and not the tipsy kind.

"He loves all tits," Sydney rolled her eyes. "Equal opportunity tit man."

"I do." I nodded.

Maude laughed into her glass. Sydney leaned over, her breasts swaying slightly with the motion. She set her wine down on the coffee table, then turned fully to Maude.

"I think you needed to hear that," Sydney said. "From someone who's not just your agent or your makeup girl or your mom."

Maude's smile wavered, but her eyes didn't. Sydney reached out, brushing a strand of loose hair behind Maude's ear.

"I think you like being seen more than you pretend not to. Am I right?"

Maude didn't answer right away. But she didn't pull back either. Sydney looked at me now, her eyes half-lidded.

"She's been like this since we met. Pretending she's invisible." Then Sydney leaned in, whispering directly into Maude's ear. "He's hard, Maude. For you. Not me."

Maude froze.

"Is that true?" She asked me. I nodded. Sydney leaned back, smug and satisfied.

"Prove it." Maude said softly.

I stood up. Her eyes followed me the entire way. I unbuttoned my pants slowly, letting the sound fill the silence. Sydney didn't speak, she just watched with her arms folded behind her head, that top still hanging off her shoulders and her breasts spilling freely. I pushed my pants down, then my boxers, my throbbing hardness sliding free like a snake rising from the underbrush.

Maude's eyes flicked down and stayed there. She didn't gasp, or flinch, but something did change. Her thighs pressed together ever so slightly, her breath came in shorter waves, and her knuckles tightened around the stem of her wineglass. She was excited. Burning with years-long excitement and want.

"Still think you're not the hot one?" Sydney smirked.

Maude didn't answer, but her tongue darted out across her bottom lip. Her blush was long gone, replaced by heat. Maude set her wineglass down and leaned forward. Her hand rose, almost like she was going to ask a question, but she bit her tongue. Her mouth found my cock, softly at first, like she was testing the waters.

Her lips wrapped around the tip with hesitancy. Sydney watched, her eyes warm and shining.

"Oh, baby." She whispered. "That's it."

Maude glanced up at me briefly through her lashes, wide-eyed and doe-soft Maude, but now with something pooling beneath the surface. Something to prove, at least to herself. She took me in deeper, her mouth adjusting to the size, her lips stretching just slightly, her cheeks hollowing as she started to get into a rhythm. Sydney slid in beside her, gently pulling Maude's hair back to keep it out of her face. Her touch was tender, like a sister helping another fix her makeup.

"I told you he'd taste good," she murmured, kissing Maude's temple. "Didn't I?"

Maude didn't answer. She couldn't. Her mouth was too full. But she moaned, the vibration shooting straight through my body. Maude's movements grew bolder, still slow, but with hunger she could no longer hide. Her hand slid to the base of my cock, her fingers curling like she wanted to hold it all. To take control of her fantasy. Sydney kept stroking her hair, her other hand trailing lightly over Maude's bare back.

"God, you're such a good girl," Sydney huffed. "I knew you had this in you."

Maude adjusted her posture, her knees sinking into the rug. Her shirt still hung above her chest, her already slick lips moved with a growing certainty, like every pass turned up her confidence dial. Her tongue curled, tracing the underside of me on each retreat. She'd pull back just enough to breathe, cool air hitting where her heat had just been, then slide back in, slow and steady.

It felt like worship from the shy little wallflower that had waited for this presumably all her life. Her fingers wrapped gently around the base of me, the pressure light at first, then tightening as her mouth grew bolder. Each downward stroke was deeper and messier, until her chin brushed the top of my thigh.

"Fuck..." I groaned.

Maude paused for just a second. Then she did it again, deeper and slower this time. Sydney let out a breathy hum beside her.

"I told you," she whispered again. "He gets all breathless and thick and helpless. It's so cute."

Maude's lashes fluttered, but her focus didn't shift. She kept sucking and bobbing, the frothy mess building. Each time she went down, her mouth opened wider, her jaw adjusting to take more than she thought she could. The sound of it, slick and wet, filled the room like background music.

Sydney's eyes locked on mine now, her smile devilish.

"Look at her, she hasn't even gagged yet."

She was right. Maude was breathing through her nose, moaning faintly, a soft 'mmm' vibrating every few strokes. She pulled back once to catch her breath, her lips glistening with a fine string of spit connecting to the head of my cock, then she licked it up without thinking. My thighs tensed. Maude noticed and smiled around me, almost ruining me. Then she dipped again until I felt her throat tighten. She held there with a slow, steady flex of her hand, her lips tight around my base, her tongue pressed along the underside.

When Maude finally came up for air, she gasped once, then went right back in with more spit, sloppiness, and heat. Sydney continued to stroke Maude's hair, still whispering little praises into her ear.

"You're a natural, baby. You don't even know what you're doing to him, do you?" Sydney cooed.

Right again. Every time Maude moaned around me, it hit my core like a live wire. Every time she squeezed her hand tighter, every time she angled her head just slightly to the side so her cheek brushed my hip, I felt myself unraveling. She pulled back again, a thick trail of spit connecting her lips to my tip. She wiped it with her hand, then rubbed it over my cock before guiding herself back down.

Sydney leaned in and kissed Maude's shoulder.

"Good girl."

Maude moaned and my hips nearly buckled. When she pulled back at last, her lips were flushed and her chin was slick with a thick layer of bubbly spit. She caught her breath with a faint little gasp, smiling like she'd just completed a dare. Then she turned her head toward Sydney, staying silent and opening her mouth slightly. A quiet offer. Sydney grinned hard.

"Well," she whispered as she leaned in. "Don't mind if I do."