smiles at me in the rearview mirror.
When the partition is fully up I make myself a drink and suck it down, then lean my head back and try to sleep. It doesn’t come. Instead I think about Zane. He’d been so angry with me after I fucked John in front of the cameras. He’d taken me into his limo and poured hot wax on my nipples and made me come.
Thinking back on it, I realize that moment was a turning point in our relationship. It was from then on that fucking him became personal.
The bourbon has warmed my insides and I put a hand on my breast over the red silk shirt I’m wearing.
I remember the way the wax felt, and pinch. My nipple is instantly hard, and my pussy’s wet. I put my other hand between my legs and imagine Zane slapping my clit. Pleasure and pain. I want both and I want Zane to give them to me.
The limo stops and the driver raps on the partition.
“We’re here.”
I clear my throat. Sit up. “Excellent.”
He opens my door and I step out. “Thank you,” I say coolly. “I’ll be only an hour or so.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I feel his eyes on me as I walk in. It’s creepy, but no creepier than the guys I met on the streets of L.A.
As soon as I open the door, Mindy rushes over.
“Have you heard from Lincoln?” she asks, batting her thick lashes.
“No, I haven’t. Sorry.”
“Shit, I liked him.” She looks heartbroken. Did she and Lincoln go on that date? Did they do more than have coffee? By the look on her face I’m guessing the answer is yes, and I feel bad for her.
“If I do hear from him, I’ll let you know.” I pat her arm.
She looks up. “You looking for Mr. Cruze?”
“Yes, I am.”
She looks around kind of nervously. “Did you want to get something to eat first? The food today is delicious.”
“No thanks. If you can just take me to him, that’d be great. I’ll watch and promise to stay out of the way.”
She coughs, tucks her hands in her jean pockets, and looks away. “Okay. Right this way.”
Tension starts to build in my stomach. What’s her problem?
I don’t have to wonder for long. As soon as I see the bedroom set I know why Mindy is uncomfortable. John told me they were filming this scene today. I’d hoped to miss it, but it looks like they’re setting up and just about to get started.
“Sit here,” she says.
I do. The chair is a ways back and to the right of a camera. I’m in the dark. Frankly, I’m grateful. John is wearing a towel low on his hips. He’s so fucking good looking it should be a crime. I have a flash of my tongue on his abs before I shake it away.
Scarlett has on a sheer robe. It isn’t covering up anything. The bra and panties she’s wearing underneath are easily seen. She and Cruze are talking to the director. He seems to be giving Scarlett some kind of direction.
When he’s finished, Scarlett says, “I know what to do.” She turns away from him and John a moment and I see the terror on her face. Immediately it disappears and she turns back. “John, you better make me look good.”
He pulls her to him. “I will, Scar. No worries.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, and then smiles. “It’ll be just like old times.” She smacks him on the ass and then cups it.
I lean forward, beginning to think I understand Scarlett. She uses her body, her clothes, and her attitude toward others as a way of keeping hidden the frightened little girl she really is. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for her or not.
John turns to her. His face is soft. He leans down and whispers something in her ear. She looks afraid a second and then visibly relaxes.
I wonder what he said to her. Does he know about the scared child she’s trying so hard to bury?
“Places!” Nigel yells.
A guy moves in front of them. “Scene twenty-one, take two.” He snaps the clapboard and moves away.
John’s towel is gone, as is Scarlett’s robe. He takes her into his arms and kisses her.
The tension I’ve been feeling builds. I don’t
When the partition is fully up I make myself a drink and suck it down, then lean my head back and try to sleep. It doesn’t come. Instead I think about Zane. He’d been so angry with me after I fucked John in front of the cameras. He’d taken me into his limo and poured hot wax on my nipples and made me come.
Thinking back on it, I realize that moment was a turning point in our relationship. It was from then on that fucking him became personal.
The bourbon has warmed my insides and I put a hand on my breast over the red silk shirt I’m wearing.
I remember the way the wax felt, and pinch. My nipple is instantly hard, and my pussy’s wet. I put my other hand between my legs and imagine Zane slapping my clit. Pleasure and pain. I want both and I want Zane to give them to me.
The limo stops and the driver raps on the partition.
“We’re here.”
I clear my throat. Sit up. “Excellent.”
He opens my door and I step out. “Thank you,” I say coolly. “I’ll be only an hour or so.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I feel his eyes on me as I walk in. It’s creepy, but no creepier than the guys I met on the streets of L.A.
As soon as I open the door, Mindy rushes over.
“Have you heard from Lincoln?” she asks, batting her thick lashes.
“No, I haven’t. Sorry.”
“Shit, I liked him.” She looks heartbroken. Did she and Lincoln go on that date? Did they do more than have coffee? By the look on her face I’m guessing the answer is yes, and I feel bad for her.
“If I do hear from him, I’ll let you know.” I pat her arm.
She looks up. “You looking for Mr. Cruze?”
“Yes, I am.”
She looks around kind of nervously. “Did you want to get something to eat first? The food today is delicious.”
“No thanks. If you can just take me to him, that’d be great. I’ll watch and promise to stay out of the way.”
She coughs, tucks her hands in her jean pockets, and looks away. “Okay. Right this way.”
Tension starts to build in my stomach. What’s her problem?
I don’t have to wonder for long. As soon as I see the bedroom set I know why Mindy is uncomfortable. John told me they were filming this scene today. I’d hoped to miss it, but it looks like they’re setting up and just about to get started.
“Sit here,” she says.
I do. The chair is a ways back and to the right of a camera. I’m in the dark. Frankly, I’m grateful. John is wearing a towel low on his hips. He’s so fucking good looking it should be a crime. I have a flash of my tongue on his abs before I shake it away.
Scarlett has on a sheer robe. It isn’t covering up anything. The bra and panties she’s wearing underneath are easily seen. She and Cruze are talking to the director. He seems to be giving Scarlett some kind of direction.
When he’s finished, Scarlett says, “I know what to do.” She turns away from him and John a moment and I see the terror on her face. Immediately it disappears and she turns back. “John, you better make me look good.”
He pulls her to him. “I will, Scar. No worries.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, and then smiles. “It’ll be just like old times.” She smacks him on the ass and then cups it.
I lean forward, beginning to think I understand Scarlett. She uses her body, her clothes, and her attitude toward others as a way of keeping hidden the frightened little girl she really is. I don’t know whether to feel sorry for her or not.
John turns to her. His face is soft. He leans down and whispers something in her ear. She looks afraid a second and then visibly relaxes.
I wonder what he said to her. Does he know about the scared child she’s trying so hard to bury?
“Places!” Nigel yells.
A guy moves in front of them. “Scene twenty-one, take two.” He snaps the clapboard and moves away.
John’s towel is gone, as is Scarlett’s robe. He takes her into his arms and kisses her.
The tension I’ve been feeling builds. I don’t
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