Room at the Top

By GA Hauser

In episode 91 of the Action! Series, superstar actor, Alexander Mark Richfield, finds out his director Charlotte Deavers, is up to her old tricks again. Alex is the headlining star of a new pay channel TV series, Room at the Top, where he plays a lawyer. When Ms Deavers sees Alex admiring their hunky soundman, Dirk Jackman, the ambitious woman immediately lures Dirk into a role in front of the camera, making him an offer he cannot refuse.

As Alexander’s romances in the show begin to heat up, and he and Dirk have nude scenes in bed, they find their attraction to each other hard to hide.
Meanwhile, Alex’s LAPD lieutenant husband, Billy Sharpe, is unaware of the changes in Alex’s script, and when he finds out, he isn’t happy.

And not only is Charlotte and the TV show’s producers Will Markham and Derek Dixon amping up the show’s sexual content, they’re pushing Adam Lewis, a talent agent, to bring Stan Bergman, Alex’s father’s ex-husband onto the show!

In a world where ratings are king, these TV producers want award nominations for their work. And they’ll stop at nothing to get them.

Come back to the men from LA and Paradise for more fun and adventures!
All of the Action! Series books can be read as stand-alone novels but are much more fun as a series! Or watch Capital Games the movie, on demand, the pilot episode of the series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Apr 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215572450

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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ROOM AT THE TOP

an Action! Series Book

By

G.A. HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2024

ROOM AT THE TOP

Book 91 of the Action! Series

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2024

ISBN Trade paperback: 979-8884-3308-0-1

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Chapter 1

Jesus, Denny, you’re so hot.

I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you walk into my office, Rod.

I can’t believe you’re in my arms, naked…

Cut!

Alex rolled to his back on the bed.

Charlotte Deavers, his director, stopped the scene. Hang on. The lighting is off. Where’s Ferdinand? Ferd! I wanted the blinds on the window to create texture in the lighting on the bed!

Right away, boss!

Alexander Mark Richfield lay naked in a bed in the fake set designed to be his new lover’s bedroom. Beside him was a naked costar.

Hunky, tattooed Dirk Jackman had been their sound tech, until…

Until Charlotte caught Alex admiring the macho stud.

Since Alex was married to Billy Sharpe, an LAPD police lieutenant twenty years his senior, Alex did nothing but stare at the young, tattooed hunk since he joined the crew.

This new cable series, Room at the Top, was set in a law firm. He was one of the named partners; Denny Harris.

Only a week ago Alex had supposedly been having an affair with their mailroom boy. Gabe Loveday was cast in that role.

Gabe was the son of Oliver Loveday, a man Alex had dated while he was in UCLA’s drama school.

Gabe, who was only nineteen, did nothing for Alex sexually. He was way too young, small in stature, and really pretty.

Alex liked his men beefy, macho, muscular, and fit… like fifty-five-year-old Lt William Paul Sharpe.

Not only that, but the show, Room at the Top, wasn’t nominated for any awards last year. The executive producers, Will Markham and Derek Dixon, were known for stellar shows which won many awards. Alex had been in two of them, Being Screwed, a vampire series, and The Action! Series.

While the lighting was adjusted, Alex glanced at his bedmate.

Dirk Jackman played a legal client seeking counsel from Alex. His character’s name was Rod Williams.

The dude was very tall, had tattooed sleeves and chest, and blue eyes. The second Alex laid eyes on him Alex was smitten. He thought the man was gorgeous.

But…

He’d never said a word about it to Charlotte.

Charlotte was a ratings-maker. She wanted those coveted trophies. Alex wasn’t the only major star on the show.

Tadzio Andresen-Nolf, a Swedish transgender actress/model had just won an academy award for a supporting role in a drama film. Costarring with him and Tadzio was Henre Ward. The stunning Frenchman not only starred in this show, he was also a model for Dangereux Cologne with Alex’s dad, Mark Antonious Richfield.

To increase interest in the show, storylines began heating up all around him. Tadzio was now involved in a romance as well as Henre.

Amazingly, they had Henre also dating a male character. Henre was straight and married to his dad’s former fiancée, Sharon Tice.

Although… Henre had an affair with Billy last Halloween.

Okay! Better! Charlotte indicated the light coming through the blinds, making slatted lines across the bed.

Alex glanced at Dirk. He lay still on his back, staring at the open studio ceiling.

A camera was perched over them, and two more were surrounding the bed.

Since they were nude, it was a ‘closed set’ so very few people were allowed on it. That didn’t mean much. There were still a half dozen people in the room.

Alex wondered if Dirk hated him.

This was their first naked sex scene. Did he know if Dirk was straight? No. He never asked. It wasn’t up to him to ask. And did it matter? This was television. Acting.

Okay. Charlotte returned to the cameraman and her AD. Let’s try it again.

Alex rolled to his side and faced Dirk. Dirk mirrored him. Alex smiled sweetly at him, but didn’t get one back. Dirk had been a sound tech. Being in front of the camera was new to him. Alex could tell he was anxious. Not only had Derek and Will lured him onto the set, but they also got the young man naked and in bed with a man! Gulp!

Denny and Rod’s love scene, take two! The clapperboard was held in front of the camera lens.

Charlotte paused to let everyone focus and then said, Action.

Alex cupped Dirk’s jaw and gave him a sexy smile.

Dirk said, Jesus, Denny, you’re so hot. He ran his hand over Alex’s shoulder.

Alex kissed Dirk lightly. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you walk into my office, Rod.

I can’t believe you’re in my arms, in my bed… Dirk bent his outer knee.

That was Alex’s cue to climb on top of this hunk of a man. He didn’t hesitate. Alex lay his body down on Dirk’s, feeling his heat and pulse rate. Dirk was obviously anxious as hell, since Alex felt his heart pounding right through his damned ribs!

Why were they naked? Because the covers were supposed to ‘slip’ off and show Alex’s butt, then when Dirk rolled them over, his would be revealed next.

Yup. All for ratings. So far, no full frontal. But Alex figured that was coming next. It wouldn’t be the first time he flashed his dick for the cameras.

Alex fell between Dirk’s thighs. They were pressed crotch to crotch. Alex, knowing Dirk was a nervous wreck, did nothing unscripted. No grinding, no humping, nothing. And they were both soft, so far. Alex battled not to get an erection. It wasn’t easy.

Dirk’s breathing escalated to a rocket launch as he cupped Alex’s head and kissed him.

Believe it, Alex continued their dialogue between kisses, but there wasn’t much chatting going on now. All action. All sex, all risqué scenes for those precious viewers to get excited about.

I’ve died and gone to heaven, Dirk said his next line.

Alex gazed into his light blue eyes and then the kissing got heated. Like, red hot.

Dirk shifted his legs in order to get the blanket off to expose their bodies. All scripted. Alex felt it lowering down his back to his hips.

The camera angles were from the top, over the bed, and the side. So, the only thing visible would be his ass.

The make-out session was the prelude to sex. Once they kissed for a few minutes, Dirk was to roll them over and play dominant male.

Then, it would be his turn to flash his tight ass.

Alex ran his hand over Dirk’s short hair and jaw stubble. The man was so masculine, muscular, and solid, Alex began to grow excited. The scent of Dirk’s cologne, antiperspirant, or aftershave was delicious. Alex wore his dad’s trademark cologne Dangereux, so he knew he smelled good.

Dirk rolled them over and Alex held on while he did. Ignoring the cameraman and Charlotte looming even closer, Alex lay on his back while Dirk spread his knees over his hips.

They stared at each other in the dim light, and then Alex helped Dirk out, pretending to aim his dick at his rim. Lube? Yeah, not for TV.

They were supposed to just make love somehow without the prep. Ya know, TV style.

Dirk was trembling, he was so nervous. Alex had done this so many times, he took it in stride. He caressed Dirk’s cheek and made sure he gazed into his eyes. Dirk did.

Alex mouthed silently, ‘kiss me,’ since they didn’t have any more scripted dialogue.

Dirk finally allowed his weight to rest on top of Alex and kissed him. Alex then pretended making love. He raised his hips up and down.

Dirk did as well, and while they kissed, the hot soundman slipped his tongue into Alex’s mouth.

Wow! The unexpected surprise lit Alex up!

As he sucked Dirk’s tongue and swirled his around it inside his mouth, Alex tried not to go insane. Dirk whimpered while they ground cock to cock… and now? Yup. Both of them grew very erect.

Alex used one finger to tap Dirk, reminding him they were being filmed. In the dark, silent room it was easy to get carried away.

Then, needing to end the scene, Alex went into a fake climax. He parted from Dirk’s mouth and moaned. Yes! Oh, God! Yes!

He felt Dirk’s arms tremble as he propped himself up with a hand on either side of him.

Dirk stared at Alex’s face and then he too, pretended to come. I’m there! he said, and then Alex gasped and threw his head back into the pillow, like a grand finale to a play.

Alex grabbed Dirk, urging him to rest on top of him, as if they were recovering. He rubbed the big man’s back, hugging him, whispering, We’re there, very quietly so Dirk could rest and stop moving.

Alex kept still, waiting for that magic word.

And then… she said it.

Cut.

Dirk slowly rolled to his back, taking the blanket with him to cover them, since they were both excited.

While Charlotte reviewed the scene, Alex felt his body begin to calm down. He was sweating profusely, and his cock finally softened with his distracting thoughts.

He didn’t stare at Dirk. He left him alone. This was stressful enough.

Alex couldn’t imagine how difficult this was for Dirk, especially if he was straight.

My, oh, my, gentlemen, Charlotte purred, You two set the bed on fire.

An assistant brought two robes to them.

Alex took his and sat up, putting it on while still covered by the blanket.

Seeing his technique, Dirk did the same, so they weren’t exposed to the crew while not filming.

Okay, Charlotte said, Let’s set up the next scene.

Dirk stood from the bed and held the robe closed.

Alex sat up, waiting for him, also trying to get his focus back after the intense sex scene.

Dirk left the set and entered a dressing room to get dressed.

Alex looked at Charlotte as she read her clipboard. No doubt, the mischievous Ms Deavers would push the envelope of the premium-TV censors to get those ratings.

She did it before, she was doing it again.

Alex entered his private dressing room, gazing into the lighted makeup mirror. He removed the robe and looked at himself naked. The older he got the more he resembled his model father. Alex was thirty-five and used the same hair stylist as his dad did. He and his father were only nineteen years apart.

Alex checked the paperwork to see what the next scene was, and then took the appropriate outfit off his clothing rack.

As he dressed for the scene, which was he and Dirk again, kissing at the door and saying goodnight, Alex wondered if he should tell Billy what was going on.

Why he hadn’t mentioned it to him, he didn’t know. Or maybe he did know. Billy was possessive of him and grew hotly jealous.

But he was aware sex scenes for the show were out of Alex’s control.

Billy didn’t even blink over the scenes with Gabe Loveday. Gabe wasn’t Alex’s type, and ironically, Gabe was hot for Billy!

Gabe was out of luck. Billy wasn’t interested in a nineteen-year-old. His lieutenant was attracted to his model father and Henre Ward.

Henre Ward, his dad’s French doppelgänger.

Were Billy and Henre still seeing each other in secret?

No. I doubt it.

Henre and Sharon just had a baby. A boy. No way would Henre cheat after that, right?

Alex? I need to do your hair and makeup.

Come in, Hank. Alex tucked his shirt into his pants and sat at his makeup mirror.

His stylist got to work on him for the next scene. So? How was it?

Good. Alex grinned wickedly into the mirror at his makeup man.

Dirk is a god! Hank fanned himself. You lucky boy.

Alex tried not to snicker, because he was… very lucky. He had Billy Sharpe to fuck at night, and Dirk Jackman to squirm on during the day.

Not a bad line of work, is it?

He and Hank exchanged sly smirks in the mirror as Hank brushed his hair and readied him for the next scene.

~

Lt Billy Sharpe waited for the recruits of his academy class to prepare for a street run. He taught defensive tactics for the LAPD and getting his class fighting fit was part of his job.

Today he was going to finish a little early. The recruits that had begun this class in January were getting closer to graduation. That meant they were now learning marching drills for their ceremony.

Once the group of men and women had stopped in the locker room to prepare for their street run, Billy shouted, Let’s go! He led the way out of the gymnasium and began a very fast pace on the street. Behind him a line formed and since he’d been making this class run daily, they were fit, no longer moaning, groaning, or trailing behind.

Seeing the transformation in his recruits was part of the fun.

He turned a ragtag group of civilians into a paramilitary army unit.

Like his academy and military trainers had done for him so long ago, Billy learned an exercise routine he stuck to rigidly. Running, weightlifting, and punching a bag.

That’s why at fifty-five he could still battle any man, any age, any size. He took pride in it.

Being married to a man twenty years younger than he was, a sexual icon, Alexander Richfield, Billy knew Alex had many opportunities to cheat, and had cheated. They’d both had several affairs.

Before he and Alex began a relationship, Billy was living with Angel Loveday, a former porn star. When Alex met Oliver, Angel’s son, Billy and Alex danced around each other for three years before they finally hooked up. Oliver dumped Alex, so Alex was on the hunt for an older man.

Alexander Mark Richfield, superstar.

Alex, his father Mark, and now Alex’s half-brother, nine-year-old Isaac Milton Richfield, were androgynous beauties. Long, thick brown hair, bright green eyes, and tall, lithe figures.

After crossing a street with very little traffic on it, Billy increased the speed. This was a ten-minute run. Nothing too strenuous. At least not for him.

He knew the recruits had to get back to the academy to shower, change, and begin their rehearsals for their graduation.

Making a loop, Billy circled back and when he looked behind him. Every person was keeping up, looking sharp and fit, no longer winded or struggling.

He’d done his best to instill a good work ethic in them. Now it was up to them to continue.

Once back at the gymnasium, he held open the door, patting backs and congratulating them as they slowed down and caught their breath.

I’m very proud of all of you! Billy shouted into the cavernous space, Go shower, and I’ll see you tomorrow!

Yes, sir! was yelled in unison.

Billy loved it. This was his dream job after so many years on the street, including in SWAT. He’d even been the Chief of Police for Santa Monica PD, but this was much better, and easier, than that.

He entered his office, locked the door, and stripped for a shower. He had a private bathroom with a small shower stall.

As he rinsed off, knowing it was early in the day, Billy figured he could drop by the studio and watch Alex film his TV show, or… maybe grab Lady, his white saluki-mix mutt and take her for a walk on the beach.

One or the other.

He was happy. Very happy. Things were going very well, and he had no complaints.

~

Talent agent Adam Lewis sat in the study in the thirteen-bedroom manor house in Paradise, California. With his phone earpiece in his head, Adam worked with casting agents to get his stable of stars parts.

On his computer screen were two open video-boxes for his LA staff, Natalie Cushman, and Logan Naveah. Both of them were on the phone and typing simultaneously. Ever