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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 39

At 2:30 Gerry hopped into a cab to meet Andrew Lloyd Webber at his office. He still didn’t know what the meeting was about, but the suspense made it more fun. When Gerry got to the office, he was only made to wait for maybe five minuets before the legendary Broadway writer/producer walked out of his office and shook hands.

“Long time no see Gerard,” Andrew said with a grin. “How are tings with you?”

“Good,” Gerry replied. He laughed inwardly at himself for wanting to congratulate Andrew for pronouncing his name correctly. It was well known that Americans had a hard time saying “Gerard.” Therefore, it had been a while since anyone had called him that. “I just finished shooting a movie in Toronto.”

“I suppose you want to know why I called you here today?”

“Yeah that would be great.”

“I am going to produce ‘Evita’ on Broadway.”

“Cool.” Gerry was a little confused. “So why did you need to see me?”

Andrew let out a laugh. “I thought you would have guessed. I spoke to the director and both of us want you to play the role of Che.”

“Really? Without an audition?”

“Well yes. I know you can act and sing the role based on what you did in ‘Phantom’ and the director trusts me.”

“I was thinking of taking a few months off, but this sounds like a great opportunity.”

“Good. Good. I just knew you would want to role.”

“So I have to be honest, I have never really seen ‘Evita.’ I saw the movie while I was on a date back when it came out, but as you can imagine, I didn’t watch much of it.”

“I understand. Che is the role that Antonio Bandaras played.”

“Oh yeah, now I remember. Do you know who is going to play Evita?”

“Well funny you should ask because I believe you know her. We were thinking of Lynn Nicols.”

“Seriously! She is my girlfriend’s best friend. The two of them live together.”

“Really? I didn’t know that?”

“So is she going to have to audition?”

Nope. She was always at the top of the list and even the few auditions we did do weren’t what we were looking for. Why do you ask?”

“I just had a great idea for a joke to play on her.”

“You want to stage an audition right?”

“How did you know?”

“I have been doing this for many years and that is still one of my favorite jokes to play on someone.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Could you tell her to meet me here tomorrow at 1:00?”

“Sure can.”

“I’ll have my assistant send over a copy of the script and music and all of the necessary papers today.”

“Hey thanks for this. It has been a long time since I have been on stage so this should be fun.”

Both men stood up and shook hands. “You'll be getting a tentative rehearsal schedule later this week. You and Lynn are the last to be cast so I believe the first all cast meeting is about two weeks from now,” Andrew said as Gerry walked to the door.

“Thanks. I guess I will see you then.” Gerry left the office feeling both nervous and excited. He knew he could sing, but the last time he had to sing for that long all at one time was when he was in a band.

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When he got home, Ann was the only one there. he could tell this because there was music coming from the spare room. When Ann was alone she would go in there, turn some music, and paint. Gerry didn’t quite know why she only painted when no one was home. He figured it had something to do with the lack of interruptions.

“I’m home,” he yelled out.

“Hey honey,” Ann replied, “could you come in here a sec?”

When Gerry walked up to the door and looked into the room, his mouth dropped wide open. Lying up against the wall was what had been a blank canvas the entire time he was in Toronto, and even before. Now it was covered in paint. Deep reds, oranges, and browns with hints of bright blues and grass greens looked like they had exploded all over the place.

“My God,” was all Gerry could get out.

“So you like it?” Ann asked.

“It is one of your best. I thought you would never paint that one.”

“Well I was asleep on the couch I had a dream about the night I first got to Toronto. I woke up completely horney and with this image in my mind.”

“So I guess it was good I wasn’t here when you woke up?”

“Yes and no.” She pulled Gerry close to her, running her hands down his back. “Had you been here, I wouldn’t have been able to paint this.” She walked behind him as she spoke in a husky tone. “But now you're back.” She reached up, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back at the same time as grabbing his already bulging pants. “Now you can take care of my other needs.”

Ann’s mouth hit his like a train wreck. There was a passion in that kiss that Gerry had never felt before. He conceded to her as her tongue shoved its way into his mouth, taking control. She was like a possessed woman. He could almost taste her need.

Ann let her hands drop as Gerry grabbed the back of her neck and slid his fingers into her hair. He forced his tongue into her mouth and a moan escaped her from a place she didn’t know existed. A place where passion over took all thought; a place where desire eclipsed all reason.

Ann barely knew what she was doing because all she could think of was getting him inside her. They came up for air, both breathing heavily. Not a word was spoken as they ripped each others clothes off. Gerry fell back a bit when he tripped over a paint brush lying on the floor. Ann took this opportunity to run and jump on him.

Just as Ann took him in her hand to slide him in her, he hit the wall with such force that it knocked a few pictures off the wall. He didn’t notice though. All he heard was Ann scream out as he filled to the hilt. It was a scream of such intense ecstasy, Gerry wasn’t sure if he could last much longer.

He grabbed her ass as she slammed her hands on the wall for support. With a grunt he pulled out of her and slammed back in. Flashing before her eyes were memories of Toronto and what had happened that first night. With each thrust he gave, Ann gasped as a flash came to her. “Harder,” she moaned into her ear.

He didn’t know if he could, but he gathered his strength and pounded into her again and again. Still that wasn’t enough.

Ann pushed on the wall with her hands and legs at the right moment, forcing Gerry's back off of it. As he staggered, she kept bouncing on him, keeping the pace he set. “Fuck me harder!” she half screamed through gritted teeth. “Flip me over and fuck me till I can't think.”

He did a 180 that now had Ann’s back on the wall. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he put his hands against the wall for support. Ann screamed again, a scream that could have awoken the dead.

He knew he wasn’t hurting her, but he couldn’t help wondering if the neighbors could hear. He forgot about all that when Ann ran her nails down his back. It only made it harder for him to control his already mounting orgasm when she did the same to his chest and he noticed that there were marks and a little bit of blood.

She had never been fucked this hard in her life. She had never felt like her whole body was one big erogenous zone. The feeling of Gerry slamming her against the wall had her reeling. She could feel his butt contracting under her legs as he drove deeper and deeper inside of her.

Gerry thought he heard her say she was almost there. So with a sound that was more animal than human, he moved faster and faster, in and out of her, harder than he thought possible.

Ann started to shake as her orgasm started to rise. No words were exchanged only looks and grunts and moans as Ann let go of her inhibitions and really let the pleasure overtake her. She gasped and moaned and screamed as the most intense and powerful orgasm rippled through her entire body.

Finally Gerry let go of his own orgasm, spilling his seed inside of her. After a few more thrusts, they both were done. For a few minuets, they stayed there, propped up against the wall. Just breathing was hard enough, let alone talking.

When they had both calmed down, Ann spoke up first. “What the hell just happened?”

“I think your fantasies possessed you,” Gerry said with a wry smile. When Ann let her legs go from behind him, she realized how week she was. Gerry grabbed her under her arms when she almost fell, her legs so tired.

“I didn’t know you liked it that hard,” he said holding her up.

“I guess I didn’t either,” she said with a giggle.

“We better shower,” Gerry said as he let Ann go to see if she could support herself. “Not that I mind all that much, but we smell like sex.

“That and you have paint all over your foot .I agree a nice hot one. I have a feeling we are both gonna need the hot water on our muscles tonight.”

“Most likely, you sex crazed painter you,” Gerry said as he kissed her.

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