It was past 8 PM, and a thrilling dinner had just concluded.
Eric wiped his mouth, and Jeanette began clearing the table.
He thought about sitting for a while, and once they finished cleaning up, he would excuse himself and leave.
After all, he was at the Olsen Family home, with the mother and sister nearby. Even if he was extremely aroused, there was nothing he could do.
It would be better to find Gadot or Nicole to vent, or even Sevi; he hadn't been with that hot woman in months.
At the set that afternoon, the girl's eyes looked like she wanted to devour him, her gaze intensely alluring.
One call from him, and she would definitely come running.
"Eric, are you full?"
Jeanette and Ashley were both cleaning up. Elizabeth went to get dessert, and Mary walked over alone, asking with a smile.
"I'm very full. It was a delicious and tasty dinner. Actually, you can tell Elizabeth I really can't eat dessert."
"Haha, if you're so full, you should get up and walk around. I'll show you some photos of us when we were kids, how about it?"
"Uh..."
Eric hesitated for a moment, but Mary already pulled his hand and rushed upstairs.
"Wait, wait, what's the rush!"
Bang!
The door closed, and Eric had already been led by Mary into her room.
"Quick, take off your clothes!"
"Ah? Now? Isn't this inappropriate? They're all downstairs. If they find us missing, they'll definitely look for us."
"That's why I'm telling you to hurry. Stop talking nonsense; just do it quickly."
"But no matter how fast, it's impossible to finish the battle in five minutes. You underestimate me too much."
As she spoke, Mary pushed him onto the bed. A moment later, both were naked, and an alluring scent filled the room.
Meanwhile, downstairs, after cleaning up, the mother and her two daughters were surprised to find Eric and Mary missing.
"Mom, have you seen Eric?" Elizabeth Olsen asked, holding the dessert.
Jeanette shook her head: "No, maybe he's in the bathroom. The dessert seems a bit cold; I'll go warm it up."
"Okay, Ashley, have you seen Eric?"
Ashley tilted her head, thinking: "Did he leave in a hurry? Go check if his car is still there. Maybe Mary drove him back."
"Impossible. He didn't even say goodbye to me. Eric isn't an impolite person."
"Maybe it was an emergency and he didn't have time to say goodbye. Go check."
"Okay."
Watching her sister walk out, with only herself left in the living room, Ashley immediately rushed upstairs. Her intuition told her that something unspeakable was happening.
Reaching the second floor, she slowed her pace and tiptoed to Mary's room.
Then she pressed her ear against the door, her eyes narrowed, listening very carefully.
"Mmm..."
"Mmm..."
"FXXX!"
"It is so big!"
Ashley's eyes widened instantly: "These two, they really are messing around behind my back."
A surge of nameless anger rose in her heart. Ashley pushed the door to enter but found it locked from the inside.
It would be strange if they didn't lock the door when doing something like this.
She wanted to ram the door but was worried her mother and Elizabeth downstairs would hear. Ashley felt stifled.
Watching you two mess around right before my eyes, and I even have to cover for you. What kind of situation is this!
She took out her phone to call, but no one answered, and the sounds inside the room also stopped.
"Still pretending with me, huh!"
Just as she was about to make a series of urgent calls, she heard a click, and the door suddenly opened.
Ashley gasped and was grabbed by a strong arm and pulled into the room.
What met her eyes were two naked bodies embracing. Mary's arms were wrapped around Eric's, and her legs were hooked around his waist.
"You... you two!"
She had just opened her mouth and hadn't even finished a sentence when Eric pushed her onto the bed.
"Mary, get her!"
Mary obediently lowered her legs, turned, and pinned Ashley down. With their combined efforts, Ashley, who had little intention of resisting, was quickly stripped bare.
Looking at the two snowy white bodies before him, Eric no longer cared what would happen.
As a robust young man, a week of seclusion had already filled him with pent-up desire.
Now that it had been stirred, he was in a state of readiness.
The three immediately became entangled.
Downstairs, Jeanette came out with the re-heated dessert.
"Honey, haven't you found Eric yet?"
Elizabeth Olsen said curiously: "Not only is Eric gone, but Ashley and Mary are also missing."
"Did you check everywhere downstairs?"
"Yes."
"Then go check upstairs. Maybe they're touring upstairs, or maybe they're in your room."
Nodding, Elizabeth Olsen also went up to the second floor. As soon as she entered the hallway, before she even started looking, she vaguely heard unusual movements.
Although the volume was very low, if she listened carefully, she could still make out what kind of sounds they were.
As a 14-year-old teenager, American schools and families provide comprehensive sex education. Elizabeth Olsen knew very well what these sounds meant.
At this moment, there were only five people in the house. Her mother was downstairs. What did the sounds she heard represent? It went without saying.
"No, it can't be."
Muttering to herself in disbelief, Elizabeth couldn't help but lean against the door, pressing her ear against it, listening carefully, just like Ashley had done.
And those moans clearly told her that what was happening inside was exactly what she had imagined.
Instantly, a thunderclap, like a bolt from the blue, struck Elizabeth's head, leaving the young Elizabeth Olsen dazed.
At 14, she clearly knew what Eric was doing with her sisters. In fact, she had long had a premonition that her sisters had some kind of relationship with Eric.
But what shocked her was why Ashley and Mary were doing it with Eric together.
Is this right?
Right my ass!
Any child with a bit of common sense would know it was wrong. Two women serving one man, and they were even biological sisters doing it simultaneously? What a joke, it was utterly jaw-dropping.
For a moment, Elizabeth Olsen's mind was a complete mess. She didn't know what to do and just stood there, dumbfounded, her face unknowingly flushing.
Suddenly, she heard two suppressed yet sharp cries, and Elizabeth Olsen shivered, a thrill shooting straight to her head, and a warm sensation filling her lower body.
All strength drained from her body, and she plopped onto the floor, Elizabeth panting heavily.
A moment later, hearing rustling sounds from inside the room, Elizabeth Olsen knew they were getting dressed.
She quickly scrambled up from the floor and hurried downstairs.
Not long after, the three came down from the second floor.
Mary pretended to say: "I think I was cuter than Ashley when I was little; I had fangs."
Ashley snorted: "But I'm taller. You're still two centimeters shorter than me."
"You've been upstairs all this time?" Jeanette asked curiously.
"Yes, we showed Eric our childhood photos."
"Then why didn't Elizabeth find you?"
"What?"
"Elizabeth just went up to look for you and said she didn't find you. Is upstairs that big?"
Elizabeth Olsen's face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject: "I was too careless. Hurry and try the dessert, Eric; I helped make it."
With his desire receding, Eric felt a bit awkward, carefully looking at Elizabeth, wondering if this little girl had discovered something.
And with that glance from him, Elizabeth Olsen's face instantly turned even redder.
"OMG! Elizabeth must have found out we were messing around in the room."
Thinking this, Eric quickly picked up a small pastry and popped it into his mouth, swallowing it in a few hurried bites.
He immediately gave a thumbs-up: "Excellent, the taste is excellent! But I think I should go; it's getting late."
Jeanette looked at the clock on the wall: "For you young people, it's still early, isn't it? Stay and play a bit longer."
"No, thank you, Jeanette. My mother is a very devout Catholic, and she always taught us to follow the rules, so I generally don't come home too late at night."
Hearing Eric's made-up excuse, Ashley and Mary couldn't help but roll their eyes. Listen to what you're saying; at least come up with a believable reason.
Jeanette smiled: "Eric, your upbringing is truly strict. But I think it's precisely because of a strict upbringing that such an excellent young man like you can be raised."
"Look at those kids outside; now alcoholism, drug abuse, violence, and promiscuity are becoming younger and younger. I often warn my daughters to stay away from those bad people."
"You are a suitable friend, handsome, talented, and with a strong sense of justice. You should come to our house more often; Elizabeth would be very happy."
"Right, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth Olsen nodded, her face red.
Jeanette laughed heartily: "Why are you suddenly shy? I've never seen you shy before."
Elizabeth Olsen's mind replayed the sounds from earlier, then shifted to the scene of herself and Eric in the bathroom, her underwear so brazenly exposed before him, as if she herself were exposed before him.
Seeing Elizabeth Olsen's embarrassed look, Eric quickly said: "Then I'll take my leave now."
"Come again another day. Let Ashley see you out."
"No need, my driver is here."
After bidding farewell to the four women, Eric left the Olsen Family home.
He let out a long sigh of relief. It was supposed to be a simple visit, but it was more thrilling than being a thief.
He found the Olsen Sisters' state very strange. Normally, they seemed to dislike each other and often clashed over vying for mating rights with him.
But once in bed, they seemed to compete, each one bolder and more energetic than the last.
It was just that time was tight today, and Jeanette and little Elizabeth were watching like hawks. Another day, he would take Ashley and Mary to the house he bought.
He wouldn't stop until they turned everything upside down and thoroughly satisfied every desire!
Why did he write three 'tong' characters?
More accurately, it should be 'tong tong tong tong tong tong'. Later, he would call Elena too, 'tong tong tong tong tong tong tong tong tong!'
"Boss, where to?"
"Grant Avenue, to Gadot's place."
As a strong young man, if he hadn't eaten his fill, of course he had to keep eating.
On the streets at night, there were far fewer cars, and they quickly arrived at Gadot's apartment.
Dismissing Peter, Eric went upstairs alone.
Knock knock knock!
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Eric Cooper. Open the door quickly."
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Gadot asked with some surprise: "Eric, didn't you say you couldn't make it because you were busy?"
Without caring that Judy and Bar Refaeli were also there, Eric hugged her and gave her a passionate French kiss.
"I finished my work, so I wanted to come and spend time with my baby."
"You're so thoughtful." Gadot laughed happily.
Looking Eric up and down, Gadot pulled him into her room and picked out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for him.
"Take off your clothes. Aren't you hot wearing long pants now?"
"It is a bit hot, but wearing shorts for a formal occasion isn't appropriate, is it?" Eric said helplessly.
As he spoke, he changed his clothes: "The size is just right. You're really becoming more and more like a domestic little housewife."
"I'm your domestic little housewife, Eric."
The two kissed passionately again.
Feeling Little Eric already showing signs of perking up, Gadot gently patted him: "I'll feed you, little guy, later. Come on, I still want to watch the walking dead."
Returning to the living room, HBO was replaying the walking dead. On screen, Maggie, played by Bar Refaeli, was fighting a horde of zombies with Glenn, played by Daniel Wu.
"Which episode is this? Has Maggie already appeared?"
Judy glanced at him: "Don't you even watch your own company's flagship show? It's already episode 8; Refaeli has been in it for 3 episodes."
Eric looked at Bar Refaeli: "How does it feel?"
"It's great! Ever since Maggie appeared, people on the street have recognized me and asked for my autograph. It feels really good."
"Eric, you once told me that Maggie is a very charming character. I must thank you for giving me this role."
"Now, in the online rankings for the walking dead characters, Maggie's audience favorability has already entered the top five."
"Who's ahead? Daryl must be on the list, right?" Eric asked curiously.
"That's right, Daryl is first, Rick is second, Glenn is third, and I'm fourth!" Refaeli said excitedly.
"Oh, Eric, I also opened a Facebook account. In just two days, I gained over 40,000 followers. All of this feels like a dream."
Eric looked at Gadot: "My dear, how many followers do you have?"
Gadot shook her head somewhat dejectedly: "I'm not as good as Refaeli; I don't even have 20,000 followers."
Eric pulled her into his arms: "Poor baby, it's because your works haven't been released yet. When happy death day comes out, it will gain you a wave of fans, and when transformers is released, you will become an idol to the whole world."
Gadot pecked Eric's face several times.
Refaeli said with some envy: "Eric, do you have any suitable roles for me?"
Judy also asked: "Recently, several production teams have approached Refaeli, but they are all small supporting roles, far inferior to Maggie. Acting in those roles would be a waste of time. Does the company have any suitable projects now?"
Eric thought for a moment: "There is one movie, the hangover, an adult comedy, but it's male-centric. There should still be female roles, but they are also supporting roles with not much screen time."
"Another small supporting role? Is there a lead role? Or an important supporting role would also be fine."
Refaeli didn't want to play a minor character. Before, she was a nobody, but now she had some fame. Wasn't she stronger than Gadot?
A lead role might be a luxury, but an important supporting role isn't too much to ask for, right?
After some consideration, Eric shook his head slightly: "There are indeed no important movie roles, but MGM is about to start a TV series, and there's a Female Reporter role in it that you could try."
"Is it the lead role?"
"No, the lead role requires an actress around 40 years old, so you're not suitable. But this role is very important, a supporting role with a lot of screen time, just like Maggie; it will make people remember you."
Hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and Refaeli simply said "Oh."
Looking at the affectionate couple, Bar Refaeli felt a mix of irritation and envy. To this day, she still didn't understand what she lacked compared to Gadot.
In terms of looks, she was no less than Gal Gadot.
In terms of figure, she was even superior.
In terms of fame, she was currently stronger than Gadot.
Why wouldn't Eric Cooper give her a good role or let her play the lead?
However, Refaeli didn't know that for an actor to get a high-quality role like Maggie, which was destined to be popular, right at the start of their career, was already like their ancestral grave smoking green. So many people toiled their whole lives only to remain toiling.
And her insatiable personality was actually the reason Eric disliked her.