Ticklishboy30
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Bright lights illuminated the studio as various personnel milled about, getting ready to start shooting the porn film the crew was working their asses off to create. To the left of the bedroom set, just out of camera range, a row of makeup tables, littered with the makeup artists’ tools of the trade, lined the wall, and seated at the center table, Phoenix got a final touch-up before filming began.
“Nix, you’re needed on the set,” Randy McClain, the film’s director, hollered.
“Be right there, Randy. Barry’s just about finished.”
The seasoned actor was excited about this project, not just because it was the first of his catalog where his fetish for tickling and men’s feet was an integral part of the plot, but it was the first fetish film to be produced and released by Phoenix From Ashes, the brand new adult fetish entertainment production company he owns, and is learning to operate. Over the years, he’d done lots of tickle and foot worship scenes in films, but they weren’t the project’s main focus.
“I’m just about finished, just gotta get the shading right on your neck.”
“Thanks, Barry, you’re amazing.”
Despite trying his hardest to remain still, the thirty-year-old redhead couldn’t stop squirming and boyishly giggling as the makeup brush grazed his neck and chin. He also couldn’t stop the bright pink blush coloring his cheeks. “Barry... you know that’s a major tickle spot,” he sheepishly declared.
“Hehe, sorry, Nix, I’ll be more careful.”
The six-foot-tall, slender, brown-haired, forty-year-old makeup artist chuckled, and his bright hazel eyes were filled with playful mischief while he gave his favorite actor a quick poke between his ribs. Instantly, the younger man jumped and squirmed in the chair like a cricket, and vibrant laughter poured from his mouth.
“C’mon, Bar... I’m too ticklish there.”
The playful artist chuckled and said, “Couldn’t resist, Nix, that’s one of my most ticklish spots. Alright, kiddo, you’re all done.”
“You’re the best, Barry,” the giggly actor said as he hugged his friend. He left the white terry-cloth robe hanging over the back of the chair and ran over to the set.
Under the lights, an almost angelic glow surrounded the young man’s 5’9”, 145 lbs nude body. His soft, curly hair, which was an orangey red with a mixture of white and bright, light yellow highlights, looked like a blazing flame in a fireplace. Thanks to the very ticklish pedicure he endured the previous day, his size 10.5 soles were soft and creamy, and his toenails perfectly trimmed.
Twenty-nine-year-old Randy McClain was a sought-after and highly successful director in the adult film industry. He was known for getting the best from his actors because of his hands-on approach and openness to others' ideas.
“Sorry, Nix, but there’s been a change of plans for the shoot.”
“What’s up, Randy?”
“Your co-star had an accident, and he can’t finish the film. So we’re gonna have to reshoot.”
“That’s awful. Let me know where Sean is so that I can check in on him.”
“You’re sweet, Nix. Your rep for being a kind and loving guy is well earned,” Randy said, hugging the slightly older actor. “Ahh! There he is, right on time. Nix, I’d like you to meet your new co-star.”
Phoenix turned with his arm extended for a handshake and was shocked when he saw the replacement actor.
“This is…”
“Billy Monroe!”
“Phoenix Williams!”
The men kissed, and Phoenix squeaked while giggling when he was lifted off the floor in the other man’s bear hug. Billy was twenty-nine years old, 6’0”, and weighed 170lbs. His platinum blonde hair was spiked, and his eyes were sapphire blue. His feet were a bit on the wide side, size 12 with plump toes, and soft, meaty soles.
“Y-you two know each other?”
“Phoenix and I grew up together. We’re like brothers.”
“We were totally inseparable,” Phoenix excitedly stated.
“Nixie-pup and I also took each other’s cherry.”
Billy’s admission and his adorable nickname for Phoenix made Randy chuckle, and the red-haired actor blushed. It also started the wheels turning in the director’s constantly evolving mind.
“I’ve collected all your films,” the actors stated in unison before dissolving into boyish giggles.
“Okay, this might change the dynamic of the film. I think I’m gonna have to rethink this whole scenario.”
Randy had his assistant gather everyone for his next announcement.
Everyone, today’s shoot is scrapped. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience and extremely short notice, but I need to get with the writers and see if this new idea that’s forming will work out. Thank you for all of your hard work, and you’ll all be paid for today.”
Phoenix and Billy walked off set, giggling and chatting away, as if they’d never been separated.
“Billy, do you want to come over to my place? We can chill and hang out.”
“I’d love to. Damn, I’ve missed you.”
Billy followed Phoenix to his home, a three-story Cape Cod with a jacuzzi and an inground swimming pool, on the beach.
“I love it. You’ve really done well, bro,” the blonde actor exclaimed while getting a tour of the bright and spacious house.
“Thanks, I just bought it last year. Cubbie, you look amazing.”
“You do too.”
The redhead and blonde squirmed and giggled as they playfully tickled each other while sharing a warm and loving embrace.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“I’d love a stiff drink.”
“Bourbon and Pepsi ok?”
“Sure! Pup, I’m blown away that you own a production company. That’s amazing, especially in this business.”
The homeowner blushed and boyishly giggled before saying, Thanks, Billster, that means a lot coming from you. I was tired of constantly doing films where my fetishes weren’t really featured, and thanks to my amazing investment broker, I accumulated enough funding to start and solely own Phoenix From Ashes.”
The guys relaxed on the beige Corinthian leather L-shaped sofa.
“Dude, we had so much fun together growing. I’ve really missed my Nixie-pup.”
“I know, and I totally miss my Billy-cub. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got some great friends, and hooked up with some amazing and sexy guys, but there’s no one like you, Billy.”
Phoenix’s slender fingers wiggled between Billy’s ribs. He chuckled when his best friend instantly squirmed and burst out with laughter.
“Hey, you know that tickles.”
“Yep!”
The redhead quickly grabbed the other man’s ankles, pulled his legs over his lap, and pinned the guy’s ankles by laying his arm over them.
“Crap!”
“It’s been too long since I’ve had these sexy feet of yours in my hands.”
Billy was already giggling and squirming while attempting to pull his trapped appendages free.
“Hey, Billy-cub, these big, soft puppies still ticklish?”
Without giving a chance to respond, the mischievous captor lightly stroked his left hand’s index nail along the animated sock-clad soles, and within a second, boyish giggles flooded the open-concept living space.
“Ah shit! Hehehe... That... Ack... Fuckin’ tickles..” Billy exclaimed.
Ten vulnerable toes flexed inside the pink and green striped athletic ankle socks, and the thin fabric perfectly outlined each one when they scrunched.
“Damn! Cub, I think these babies have gotten more ticklish since I last tickled and played with them. I haven’t even taken your socks off, and you’re acting like you did when your feet were bare.”
Emerald and sapphire eyes locked in a gaze that expressed the deep-rooted love and unbroken connection between the men.
The redhead lifted his favorite guy’s foot to his slightly trembling lips and lovingly kissed the five twitching toe pads, while at the same time, his left foot gently massaged his mate’s rock-hard nine-inch cock, which caused the breathy moans of pleasure that came from him and Billy. Not wanting to be selfish, the blonde’s sock-clad foot caressed his co-star’s hardened ten-inch manhood. He gently grasped his host’s right ankle and smiled at the green and orange ankle socks decorated with the Mystery Inc. gang and their Mystery Machine, before slowly inhaling the light, aromatic, and erotic mixture of shoe interior and natural musky scent.
“I love how sexy you are, Pup.”
“You’re one to talk, Cub. You’re a walking orgasm.”
The guys chuckled.
Moving in sync, the horny actors removed each other’s socks. Their mouths opened, each set of soft lips wrapped around a big toe in front of them, and a moist tongue slowly licked the toepad, then slid along the space between the first and second phalanges, which caused the men’s muscle-toned bodies to squirm and a symphony of light, airy giggles to be heard.
The brotherly friends smirked, and each one wrapped his arm around the ankle he held. “Shit, this is gonna tickle like fuck,” they managed to say in unison.
Without another word, boisterous laughter echoed off the townhouse’s walls as each man’s manicured fingernails lightly strummed along the bare sole he trapped. For the next few minutes, two bodies writhed and bucked while shouts of unbelievable threats and declarations of ticklishness were exchanged amidst the hysterical cackling, until the tickling parties agreed to a mutual temporary truce. The sweaty men and extremely happy men were panting and continued to giggle while they physically recovered.
“That was totally awesome,” Phoenix exclaimed.
Hands clasped as gentle kisses were exchanged.
“It was a blast, Pup. I haven’t been tickled like that in a long time,” Billy responded. He smiled, sighing in contentment as his head lazily rested on his buddy’s shoulder, and added, “I’ve missed the fun we had.”
“I haven’t been tickled like that in a while either, and I feel the same way, Cub.”
The pair chuckled, then looked into each other’s eyes and said, “I love you.” They wrapped their arms around each other, and each man’s feet caressed and glided along his counterpart’s feet, which made them squirm and giggle at times.
An hour later, Phoenix’s stomach growled, his guest’s stomach decided to play monkey see, monkey do, and growl, which made the guys chuckle.
“You hungry, Billster?”
“Starved.”
“Sweet! We’ll go to one of my fave restaurants.”
Heads turned when the striking pair walked through the doors of the Italian restaurant. Phoenix wore a royal blue, button-down, long-sleeved silk shirt, painted-on black slacks, and black slip-on casual shoes. Billy sported a tight-fitting, tan, long-sleeved turtle neck, forest green khakis that accentuated his juicy bubble butt, and slip-on casual black shoes. The establishment bustled with an electric, infectious, joyful energy, and despite its popularity, the famished young men didn’t have to wait long for their table to be ready.
After giving their drink order, Phoenix asked, “So, where are you staying?”
“I checked into a hotel before getting to the studio.”
“Nope! That’s unacceptable, my Billy-Cub’s staying with his Nix-Pup.”
Billy’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief. He smirked and said, “Gee! I don’t know. The place I’m staying is really posh, there’s mints on the pillows and everything.” He chuckled and continued. “Besides, you tend to fart a lot when you eat spicy foods.”
The redhead playfully growled at his tablemate and shotback, “How quickly you forget the devastating fart of 1996, when your noxious gas evacuated the bedroom and almost killed your cat.”
The waiter returned with their wine. Once the duo’s fit of hysterical laughter died down, they voiced their appetizer and entree choices.
“Nix, I’d love to stay with you.”
“You couldn’t say no anyway.”
“Oh, really? Enlighten me, oh great gingerpup.”
The playful teasing made them chuckle.
“I’d just tie you down and tickle your feet until you give in.”
Billy’s eyes widened when his mate leaned forward, and because he didn’t want to attract any attention, he only halfheartedly struggled when his ankle was grabbed. Then, in a hushed voice, said, “Nixie... You wouldn’t...”
Silently, the almost thirty-year-old thanked the higher powers that the restaurant’s tablecloths were thick and on the heavier side, and that no one could see what was happening to him because they touched the floor. His plump butt cheeks jumped in the cushioned seat, and he softly yelped when his leg was lifted and placed on his pup’s lap.
The situation escalated when he felt his shoe being pulled, and the blonde glared at his snickering bud. “Phoenix Trenton Williams, don’t you dare tickle my foot here,” he growled in a low whisper.
Phoenix acted as if nothing was going on and used all his willpower to fight the rising laughter as he watched Billy trying desperately to keep his composure. His eyes, however, reflected the devious playfulness lurking inside of him, and they sparkled when his fingertip lightly traced along the edges of the trapped foot’s ankle bone.
The light tickling sensation drove Billy nuts. He gripped the table top so tightly, his knuckles were turning white, his body writhed, he gritted his teeth, and bit his lower lip to keep from releasing the girlish squeal that threatened to leap from behind his trembling lips. After another second or two, the devilish tickling stopped, and his leg was released.
The grinning trickster innocently asked, “What’s wrong, Billster? You need to go potty?”
“You’re so dead, Pup.”
Phoenix giggled and blew air kisses at his mate.
“You loved every minute of it.”
Billy shook his head, then sipped his wine.
“Yeah! I totally loved it. You’re still an evil little fairy boy.”
The guys shared a laugh and were thankful for their enduring relationship and brotherly bond.
After dinner, the pair stopped by Billy’s hotel to gather his things, and despite the objection, Phoenix paid the bill and stuck his tongue out at the grinning blonde. The playful antic earned the red-haired boy at heart a firm ass slap that made him jump and yelp.
When they walked through the door, there was a message waiting on the answering machine. While Billy took his things to the guest room, Phoenix went into his office and listened to the message.
“Nix, it’s Randy. I wanted to let you know that shooting is scrapped for tomorrow and will resume on Wednesday.”
When his guest returned, Phoenix fixed them each a drink and relayed the message.
“Hey, you feel like taking a walk on the beach after we finish these drinks?” Billy asked.
“I’d love that, Cub.”
To Be Continued.
“Nix, you’re needed on the set,” Randy McClain, the film’s director, hollered.
“Be right there, Randy. Barry’s just about finished.”
The seasoned actor was excited about this project, not just because it was the first of his catalog where his fetish for tickling and men’s feet was an integral part of the plot, but it was the first fetish film to be produced and released by Phoenix From Ashes, the brand new adult fetish entertainment production company he owns, and is learning to operate. Over the years, he’d done lots of tickle and foot worship scenes in films, but they weren’t the project’s main focus.
“I’m just about finished, just gotta get the shading right on your neck.”
“Thanks, Barry, you’re amazing.”
Despite trying his hardest to remain still, the thirty-year-old redhead couldn’t stop squirming and boyishly giggling as the makeup brush grazed his neck and chin. He also couldn’t stop the bright pink blush coloring his cheeks. “Barry... you know that’s a major tickle spot,” he sheepishly declared.
“Hehe, sorry, Nix, I’ll be more careful.”
The six-foot-tall, slender, brown-haired, forty-year-old makeup artist chuckled, and his bright hazel eyes were filled with playful mischief while he gave his favorite actor a quick poke between his ribs. Instantly, the younger man jumped and squirmed in the chair like a cricket, and vibrant laughter poured from his mouth.
“C’mon, Bar... I’m too ticklish there.”
The playful artist chuckled and said, “Couldn’t resist, Nix, that’s one of my most ticklish spots. Alright, kiddo, you’re all done.”
“You’re the best, Barry,” the giggly actor said as he hugged his friend. He left the white terry-cloth robe hanging over the back of the chair and ran over to the set.
Under the lights, an almost angelic glow surrounded the young man’s 5’9”, 145 lbs nude body. His soft, curly hair, which was an orangey red with a mixture of white and bright, light yellow highlights, looked like a blazing flame in a fireplace. Thanks to the very ticklish pedicure he endured the previous day, his size 10.5 soles were soft and creamy, and his toenails perfectly trimmed.
Twenty-nine-year-old Randy McClain was a sought-after and highly successful director in the adult film industry. He was known for getting the best from his actors because of his hands-on approach and openness to others' ideas.
“Sorry, Nix, but there’s been a change of plans for the shoot.”
“What’s up, Randy?”
“Your co-star had an accident, and he can’t finish the film. So we’re gonna have to reshoot.”
“That’s awful. Let me know where Sean is so that I can check in on him.”
“You’re sweet, Nix. Your rep for being a kind and loving guy is well earned,” Randy said, hugging the slightly older actor. “Ahh! There he is, right on time. Nix, I’d like you to meet your new co-star.”
Phoenix turned with his arm extended for a handshake and was shocked when he saw the replacement actor.
“This is…”
“Billy Monroe!”
“Phoenix Williams!”
The men kissed, and Phoenix squeaked while giggling when he was lifted off the floor in the other man’s bear hug. Billy was twenty-nine years old, 6’0”, and weighed 170lbs. His platinum blonde hair was spiked, and his eyes were sapphire blue. His feet were a bit on the wide side, size 12 with plump toes, and soft, meaty soles.
“Y-you two know each other?”
“Phoenix and I grew up together. We’re like brothers.”
“We were totally inseparable,” Phoenix excitedly stated.
“Nixie-pup and I also took each other’s cherry.”
Billy’s admission and his adorable nickname for Phoenix made Randy chuckle, and the red-haired actor blushed. It also started the wheels turning in the director’s constantly evolving mind.
“I’ve collected all your films,” the actors stated in unison before dissolving into boyish giggles.
“Okay, this might change the dynamic of the film. I think I’m gonna have to rethink this whole scenario.”
Randy had his assistant gather everyone for his next announcement.
Everyone, today’s shoot is scrapped. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience and extremely short notice, but I need to get with the writers and see if this new idea that’s forming will work out. Thank you for all of your hard work, and you’ll all be paid for today.”
Phoenix and Billy walked off set, giggling and chatting away, as if they’d never been separated.
“Billy, do you want to come over to my place? We can chill and hang out.”
“I’d love to. Damn, I’ve missed you.”
Billy followed Phoenix to his home, a three-story Cape Cod with a jacuzzi and an inground swimming pool, on the beach.
“I love it. You’ve really done well, bro,” the blonde actor exclaimed while getting a tour of the bright and spacious house.
“Thanks, I just bought it last year. Cubbie, you look amazing.”
“You do too.”
The redhead and blonde squirmed and giggled as they playfully tickled each other while sharing a warm and loving embrace.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“I’d love a stiff drink.”
“Bourbon and Pepsi ok?”
“Sure! Pup, I’m blown away that you own a production company. That’s amazing, especially in this business.”
The homeowner blushed and boyishly giggled before saying, Thanks, Billster, that means a lot coming from you. I was tired of constantly doing films where my fetishes weren’t really featured, and thanks to my amazing investment broker, I accumulated enough funding to start and solely own Phoenix From Ashes.”
The guys relaxed on the beige Corinthian leather L-shaped sofa.
“Dude, we had so much fun together growing. I’ve really missed my Nixie-pup.”
“I know, and I totally miss my Billy-cub. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got some great friends, and hooked up with some amazing and sexy guys, but there’s no one like you, Billy.”
Phoenix’s slender fingers wiggled between Billy’s ribs. He chuckled when his best friend instantly squirmed and burst out with laughter.
“Hey, you know that tickles.”
“Yep!”
The redhead quickly grabbed the other man’s ankles, pulled his legs over his lap, and pinned the guy’s ankles by laying his arm over them.
“Crap!”
“It’s been too long since I’ve had these sexy feet of yours in my hands.”
Billy was already giggling and squirming while attempting to pull his trapped appendages free.
“Hey, Billy-cub, these big, soft puppies still ticklish?”
Without giving a chance to respond, the mischievous captor lightly stroked his left hand’s index nail along the animated sock-clad soles, and within a second, boyish giggles flooded the open-concept living space.
“Ah shit! Hehehe... That... Ack... Fuckin’ tickles..” Billy exclaimed.
Ten vulnerable toes flexed inside the pink and green striped athletic ankle socks, and the thin fabric perfectly outlined each one when they scrunched.
“Damn! Cub, I think these babies have gotten more ticklish since I last tickled and played with them. I haven’t even taken your socks off, and you’re acting like you did when your feet were bare.”
Emerald and sapphire eyes locked in a gaze that expressed the deep-rooted love and unbroken connection between the men.
The redhead lifted his favorite guy’s foot to his slightly trembling lips and lovingly kissed the five twitching toe pads, while at the same time, his left foot gently massaged his mate’s rock-hard nine-inch cock, which caused the breathy moans of pleasure that came from him and Billy. Not wanting to be selfish, the blonde’s sock-clad foot caressed his co-star’s hardened ten-inch manhood. He gently grasped his host’s right ankle and smiled at the green and orange ankle socks decorated with the Mystery Inc. gang and their Mystery Machine, before slowly inhaling the light, aromatic, and erotic mixture of shoe interior and natural musky scent.
“I love how sexy you are, Pup.”
“You’re one to talk, Cub. You’re a walking orgasm.”
The guys chuckled.
Moving in sync, the horny actors removed each other’s socks. Their mouths opened, each set of soft lips wrapped around a big toe in front of them, and a moist tongue slowly licked the toepad, then slid along the space between the first and second phalanges, which caused the men’s muscle-toned bodies to squirm and a symphony of light, airy giggles to be heard.
The brotherly friends smirked, and each one wrapped his arm around the ankle he held. “Shit, this is gonna tickle like fuck,” they managed to say in unison.
Without another word, boisterous laughter echoed off the townhouse’s walls as each man’s manicured fingernails lightly strummed along the bare sole he trapped. For the next few minutes, two bodies writhed and bucked while shouts of unbelievable threats and declarations of ticklishness were exchanged amidst the hysterical cackling, until the tickling parties agreed to a mutual temporary truce. The sweaty men and extremely happy men were panting and continued to giggle while they physically recovered.
“That was totally awesome,” Phoenix exclaimed.
Hands clasped as gentle kisses were exchanged.
“It was a blast, Pup. I haven’t been tickled like that in a long time,” Billy responded. He smiled, sighing in contentment as his head lazily rested on his buddy’s shoulder, and added, “I’ve missed the fun we had.”
“I haven’t been tickled like that in a while either, and I feel the same way, Cub.”
The pair chuckled, then looked into each other’s eyes and said, “I love you.” They wrapped their arms around each other, and each man’s feet caressed and glided along his counterpart’s feet, which made them squirm and giggle at times.
An hour later, Phoenix’s stomach growled, his guest’s stomach decided to play monkey see, monkey do, and growl, which made the guys chuckle.
“You hungry, Billster?”
“Starved.”
“Sweet! We’ll go to one of my fave restaurants.”
Heads turned when the striking pair walked through the doors of the Italian restaurant. Phoenix wore a royal blue, button-down, long-sleeved silk shirt, painted-on black slacks, and black slip-on casual shoes. Billy sported a tight-fitting, tan, long-sleeved turtle neck, forest green khakis that accentuated his juicy bubble butt, and slip-on casual black shoes. The establishment bustled with an electric, infectious, joyful energy, and despite its popularity, the famished young men didn’t have to wait long for their table to be ready.
After giving their drink order, Phoenix asked, “So, where are you staying?”
“I checked into a hotel before getting to the studio.”
“Nope! That’s unacceptable, my Billy-Cub’s staying with his Nix-Pup.”
Billy’s eyes sparkled with playful mischief. He smirked and said, “Gee! I don’t know. The place I’m staying is really posh, there’s mints on the pillows and everything.” He chuckled and continued. “Besides, you tend to fart a lot when you eat spicy foods.”
The redhead playfully growled at his tablemate and shotback, “How quickly you forget the devastating fart of 1996, when your noxious gas evacuated the bedroom and almost killed your cat.”
The waiter returned with their wine. Once the duo’s fit of hysterical laughter died down, they voiced their appetizer and entree choices.
“Nix, I’d love to stay with you.”
“You couldn’t say no anyway.”
“Oh, really? Enlighten me, oh great gingerpup.”
The playful teasing made them chuckle.
“I’d just tie you down and tickle your feet until you give in.”
Billy’s eyes widened when his mate leaned forward, and because he didn’t want to attract any attention, he only halfheartedly struggled when his ankle was grabbed. Then, in a hushed voice, said, “Nixie... You wouldn’t...”
Silently, the almost thirty-year-old thanked the higher powers that the restaurant’s tablecloths were thick and on the heavier side, and that no one could see what was happening to him because they touched the floor. His plump butt cheeks jumped in the cushioned seat, and he softly yelped when his leg was lifted and placed on his pup’s lap.
The situation escalated when he felt his shoe being pulled, and the blonde glared at his snickering bud. “Phoenix Trenton Williams, don’t you dare tickle my foot here,” he growled in a low whisper.
Phoenix acted as if nothing was going on and used all his willpower to fight the rising laughter as he watched Billy trying desperately to keep his composure. His eyes, however, reflected the devious playfulness lurking inside of him, and they sparkled when his fingertip lightly traced along the edges of the trapped foot’s ankle bone.
The light tickling sensation drove Billy nuts. He gripped the table top so tightly, his knuckles were turning white, his body writhed, he gritted his teeth, and bit his lower lip to keep from releasing the girlish squeal that threatened to leap from behind his trembling lips. After another second or two, the devilish tickling stopped, and his leg was released.
The grinning trickster innocently asked, “What’s wrong, Billster? You need to go potty?”
“You’re so dead, Pup.”
Phoenix giggled and blew air kisses at his mate.
“You loved every minute of it.”
Billy shook his head, then sipped his wine.
“Yeah! I totally loved it. You’re still an evil little fairy boy.”
The guys shared a laugh and were thankful for their enduring relationship and brotherly bond.
After dinner, the pair stopped by Billy’s hotel to gather his things, and despite the objection, Phoenix paid the bill and stuck his tongue out at the grinning blonde. The playful antic earned the red-haired boy at heart a firm ass slap that made him jump and yelp.
When they walked through the door, there was a message waiting on the answering machine. While Billy took his things to the guest room, Phoenix went into his office and listened to the message.
“Nix, it’s Randy. I wanted to let you know that shooting is scrapped for tomorrow and will resume on Wednesday.”
When his guest returned, Phoenix fixed them each a drink and relayed the message.
“Hey, you feel like taking a walk on the beach after we finish these drinks?” Billy asked.
“I’d love that, Cub.”
To Be Continued.
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