by Mia Masters
“Your sister is really talented,” I said. “But then again, so is her brother.”
“Ah, ha,” said Monk. “I see what you did there.”
“Must be hard to make it as a photographer,” I said.
“Well, probably not much harder than as an actor, when you think about it,” said Monk. “Just requires discipline and dedication, just like any artist.”
“You really have gotten me thinking different ways,” I said. “Before I met you, I was into acting, but I don’t know if I really understood it as a craft. Ya know?”
“Yeah, I think people develop their attitude over a period of time,” said Monk. “It just doesn’t start, where you’re like an actor person. It has to develop and really become a part of you. To some extent, you have to suffer for the art. It’s really true.”
“Yeah, I guess anything worth having is worth suffering a little for,” I said. “Although, being in a big time movie— I don’t think we’re suffering.”
“It’s all relative,” said Monk. “Just because we’re well off and live in the first world, doesn’t mean we don’t have problems. Everyone has relationship issues. Doesn’t matter how rich you are, there’s always someone that can make you miserable or make you happy.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. “I had one or two relationships like that.”
I didn’t really want to get into it with him, though. Our date was going so nicely, and I didn’t want to ruin it.
“How do you think the movie’s going so far?” he asked, and I was glad he changed the subject.
“Shooting it out of order makes it a bit confusing,” I said. “It’s like, I can’t see the whole movie. I can’t wait to see all the scenes together.”
“I know,” he agreed. “I keep reading and rereading the script, but they’ve changed it so many times. Plus, we shot extra scenes, that I know won’t even be in the final cut. Mostly because I think they contradict each other to a degree. It’s so weird how they shoot movies now.”
“Are they making a separate cut for the Chinese market?” I asked.
“That’s one rumor,” said Monk. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. But I can’t think of any scenes that would need to be changed for the government. I guess maybe it’s for the culture. You know, how Asian audiences have a different sense of humor?”
“Yeah, I saw Kung Fu Hustle,” I said. “It’s such a crazy movie.”
“That’s a good one. Every see Shaolin Soccer?” he suggested. “It’s old, but pretty interesting and very crazy.”
I shook my head.
“Well, we’ll have to watch it together sometime,” he said.
“I’d like that,” I replied, hoping I wasn’t sounding too obviously needy.
But I would like to see him again, for any reason. And watching movies with him sounded like fun.
The limo came back, and we got inside. I tried to snuggle up to Monk, but he just sat there, a perfect gentleman. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t tempt him, but I was torn. I really wanted to do something with him now that I had broken the ice with Christian.
There was something about a physical bond between two people that cemented a relationship. Without that, I was a little anxious.
He walked me to the door of my apartment but he didn’t even kiss me good night.
Dammit.
His loss, I guess.
I would’ve rocked his world if he had wanted. Forget the apartment, I would’ve done him right in the limo.
In some ways, though, the way that he was being a perfect gentleman and sticking to his word about not wanting to do anything physical was driving me crazy in a good way. It just made me want him more.
Chapter Eighteen
Zack
The morning of our scene, I waited for Blythe outside her trailer. She came out ready for the shoot. She seemed a little startled to see me.
“Oh, God!” she said, laughing. “I didn’t expect you to see you standing there. I was— never mind. Just jumpy.”
“We should get to the set, but I was wondering if we could talk after the shoot today?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure,” she said. “Anything in particular?”
“Let’s not get into it now,” I said. “We both need to be in our acting headspace, right?”
“Right!” she agreed.
Hex pulled up in the golf cart.
“Oh, hey, Zack,” he greeted. “I was just looking for you. Great, you’re both here. Hop in.”
We did and Hex drove us to the set. It was time for the hotel scene. It was another sexy scene. There were a lot of them in this thriller. You know how thrillers go.
Jenny was really having sex with just about every man in the movie. Somehow, that worked in the movie. And somehow, real life was mirroring it, all without computer codes and car chases.
“Morning, everyone!” said Jim, staying on top of the camera. “Let’s get into position. Chop, chop!”
“Okay, everyone. Talent is here. Let’s get into position!” ordered Hex.
Jim seemed unusually distant. Normally, he’d get off the director’s chair to address us, but today he stayed up there.
Oh, well. Guess he’s in a hurry.
Blythe and I got on our marks. The slate guy came rushing in.
“Quiet please!” shouted Hex.
“Give me speed,” said Jim.
“Rolling. Speed,” said the cameraman.
“Slate it,” said Jim.
“Hotel scene, take one,” said the clapboard man.
“He’s out,” said the cameraman.
“And… action!”
I walked into the hotel room. Blythe was dress in a sexy, see-through outfit. Well, it wasn’t that see-through. She had pasties on underneath.
“What the hell are you trying to pull, Jenny?” I demanded. “You think you can cross these people and live? You’d better think again!”
“Oh, God! You’re right. I’m in over my head,” she cried.
“I can protect you… for the right price,” I said slyly.
“You bastard! You know I’m broke,” she said.
I took her in my arms and pushed the hair out of her face.
“I’m not interested in… your money!”
I kissed her hard. No sense in doing the movie kiss now, right?
We got on the bed and started mauling each other. That much, we did have to fake. If I got too grabby, her pasties might come off.
She was pretty hot and erotic for the scene. After several seconds of kissing and simulated sex, I was pretty aroused.
“Okay, cut!” said Jim. “Talent, take a minute. Let’s get makeup in there. That was good. Let’s get a few more takes.”
The makeup guy came in to touch up Blythe’s makeup and a girl came in to do the same to mine. She was new, so I didn’t know her name.
Mostly, she took the makeup I had gotten all over myself by kissing Blythe off my face. Also, during the take, Blythe had pulled apart my shirt and popped the buttons, so the wardrobe people gave me another shirt.
“Sorry about that,” said Blythe.
“No worries, luv,” said the British wardrobe lady. “We have dozens of them in his size. Pop all the bloody buttons you’d like!”
“Okay, let’s reset this,” said Hex. “Places, please.”
The makeup people ran off and the slate guy ran on.
“Give me speed,” said Jim.
“Rolling. Speed,” said the cameraman.
“Slate it,” said Jim.
“Hotel scene, take two,” said the clapboard man.
“He’s out,” said the cameraman.
“Action!”
I walked into the hotel room.
“What the hell are you trying to pull, Jenny?” I demanded. “You think you can cross these people and live? You’d better think again.”
“Oh, God! You’re right. I’m in over my head,” she cried.
“I can protect you… for the right price,” I said slyly.
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bsp; “You bastard! You know I’m broke,” she said.
I took her in my arms and pushed the hair out of her face.
“I’m not interested in… your money!”
Again, we started pawing each other. It was a pretty great day. You can’t beat a job where you get to manhandle a beautiful woman and get paid for it. Sure, I liked being an actor and playing a role, but I also liked rubbing my face in Blythe’s boobs.
“And cut!” shouted Jim. “Okay, again. Good stuff, talent. Zack, I want to see more of your face in this take. Cheat your head up towards the camera more. Blythe, do the same thing, if you can.”
“Like this?” asked Blythe, arching her back so that her head faced the camera more.
“Yeah, that’s good,” said Jim. “That’s real good.”
Another touch up and we were at it again. Three more times we ended up doing it. Each time, I got more and more aroused. By the fifth take, I had to take like ten minutes and some cold water. I really needed to let my boner go soft.
“Okay, folks, I think we need one more take just to be safe,” announced Jim. “Let’s reset and do it one more time.”
The makeup people ran off and the slate guy ran on.
“Give me speed,” said Jim.
“Rolling. Speed,” said the cameraman.
“Slate it,” said Jim.
“Hotel scene, take six,” said the clapboard man.
“He’s out,” said the cameraman.
“Action!”
I walked into the hotel room.
“What the hell are you trying to pull, Jenny?” I demanded. “You think you can cross these people and live? You’d better think again.”
“Oh, God! You’re right. I’m in over my head,” she cried.
“I can protect you… for the right price,” I said slyly.
“You bastard! You know I’m broke,” she said.
I took her in my arms and pushed the hair out of her face.
“I’m not interested in… your money!”
We went at it again. This was shooting a movie. You did the same thing over and over and tried to do it in the exact same way. I mean, the closer you could repeat your movements and sounds, the better.
Later, we probably would have to loop the dialogue. I mean, they recorded it on set, but to make it perfect for the movie viewing audience, we’d redo every single line in front of a microphone. That’s the way big budget productions go. Nothing is left to chance.
“Okay, cut!” said Jim, at the end of the take. “Okay, that’s a wrap for you two. I have some scenes with Christian and Monk to shoot. Blythe, can I see you alone for a moment?”
“What do you want?” she demanded.
I was rather taken back by how she was talking to him. It didn’t sound like her normal tone of voice.
“Would you mind stepping into my office?” asked Jim.
“You can ask me here,” she insisted.
Jim gave me a look and then seemed to change his mind.
“You know what, I’ll just send you an email,” he said. “No big deal.”
“I prefer to talk through email,” said Blythe. “It’s nice to have everything in writing.”
Now what was that all about? Blythe kind of stormed off the set and I started to follow. She took my hand discreetly and pulled me toward her trailer.
She was looking around, so I assumed she didn’t want anyone to see. She let go of my hand and gave me a head gesture. I nodded, assuming she wanted me to follow her in a minute.
She rushed into her trailer. I looked around. Everyone seemed pretty busy and the sound stage was far enough from the trailers that no one was paying attention.
I slipped through the door. When I got inside, she jumped on me and started kissing me.
“You’re not the only one that gets aroused during a sex scene,” she panted.
I carried her to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. We started stripping off our clothes.
“Lock the door, please,” she asked.
I didn’t question it and locked the door. In a minute, we were both naked and we immediately hugged each other again and started kissing.
This was even more arousing because we had skin to skin contact. I grabbed my condom, which I had taken out of my wallet, and placed it on the nightstand, within easy reach.
We started kissing down each other’s bodies. Her skin was smooth, pale and perfect. Every inch of her curves was like alabaster glory and my fingers and lips enjoyed her warm touch.
Soon, we had turned in opposite directions and could face each other’s sex. I buried my face between her legs, licking her delicious pussy. She instinctively squeezed my head with her thighs a moment, then opened them wide, so that I could drink up her juices.
At the same time, I could feel her lips on my erect cock. She kissed it sensually and then wrapped her lips around the head, gently sucking.
We laid there, sucking on each other privates for several minutes. I could feel the hot warm nectar of her pussy juice as she squirted.
“Oh! Oh, God,” she squealed. “Oh! Oh, oh, yes, Zack. Eat me! Eat my pussy, please.”
She said it in such an aching way. I knew her orgasms were genuine and very desirable. It was now my turn. I gasped and swallowed, bracing myself for the volcanic eruption about to occur.
“Oh! Oh, fuck yeah, Bythe. I’m cumming,” I strained. “You’re making me cum in your mouth.”
My cock seemed to burst with cum. My climax was long and satisfying, shaking me to my core. I could feel Blythe sucking all the cum out of me, until I was completely empty. She swallowed my seed eagerly.
“Good girl,” I said, so pleased with how she could take all of me like that. “That’s amazing.”
“Mmm, you’re full of good stuff,” she smiled, licking her lips. “That was really intense.”
“I so needed that,” I said gratefully. “I take it you talked to the others.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Sorry, I should’ve said that before jumping you. I just— I couldn’t wait for your cock. Oooh, and look. Someone’s ready to go again.”
She started sucking on my cock again and I played with her clit and pussy using my fingers. I teased her clit and she moaned on my dick.
The vibrations of her moans enhanced the experience. After enjoying the sensation for a couple of minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to fuck her.
Grabbing a condom, I tore open the wrapper and wrapped it around my cock. Blythe got on all fours and I entered her from behind, very slowly.
She moaned as I pushed my shaft into the soft, wet recesses of her pussy. I loved watching my cock enter her, and seeing how it stretched her pussy hole out really wide as it went further in.
“Mmm, yes,” she cooed. “That feels so good.”
I took hold of her buttocks and started fucking her. Immediately increasing my speed, I felt as hard and as erect as I had ever been. But because I had just cum, there was no danger in me cumming again any time soon. I could fuck on without worry, so I did.
After several minutes of thrusting, I flipped her over. She spread her legs wide for easy access and I plunged into her depths. My ass was up in the air and I was fucking her hard with every slap of our bodies.
“That’s it!” she panted. “Fuck me hard. Oooh. Fuck me hard, Zack!”
A few minutes later and I found myself on the verge again. This climax started low inside me. Maybe as low as my balls, but it was quickly rising out of the back of my dick, up my shaft and to the head.
When I came, I thought I was going to pass out. I pushed in balls deep and moaned loudly.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck!” I shouted. “Oh. Aw. Fuck!”
I collapsed on top of her, managing to move my head to the side at the last second so that my face hit the pillow and not her. Blythe was shaking, vibrating and squirting on my cock.
Her juices erupted from her like a fountain of joy. She squealed noises of pleasure and bits of words that made no sense. She was clea
rly over the moon with ecstasy. For several seconds, we’d just lay there, panting.
“Holy— oh, my God,” she said. “That was— that was pretty amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It sure was.”
I managed to gather the strength to roll off of her and flopped down next to her, unable to move for a moment. She gave me a little kiss and I think we both agreed that we were very sexually compatible.
“I’m soaked in sweat,” she said. “I’m glad we don’t have any more scenes today. I don’t think I could walk to the set.”
We both laughed.
I felt the same way.
I was totally spent.
But it was time to broach the subject that had been on my mind.
“Blythe,” I said. “Do you think you and I will last? I know that’s a bit of a strange question to be asking at this moment, but—”
“Yeah, kinda,” she said. “Why are you asking?”
“Well, I guess it’s just been something that’s on my mind. It was what I was going to talk to you about on set but that was dumb. I’m glad we’re doing it here instead. It’s just that I’ve dated other actresses and models before,” I said. “It just seems like, when our schedules are in sync, everything’s great, right? But then, people move on to other projects. Schedules conflict. That’s when I’d usually get dumped.”
“Oh, well, that’s kind of lame,” she said. “I wouldn’t dump you for a scheduling conflict, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, I guess. Thanks,” I said.
“I’ve had my heart broken a few times,” said Blythe. “At heart, I’m a romantic. I’d be with guys that would either cheat on me or just end it. I always tried to make it work. I guess I never really thought about the relationship itself or whether or not it was actually good for me.”
“I like a girl who’s honest,” I said. “That’s really hard to find in Los Angeles. People are such phonies here. It’s maddening.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” agreed Blythe. “When I first moved here, I thought, wow, everyone’s so friendly. But that friendliness is mostly just for show for a lot of people. It’s like, they feel if they’re not overly friendly, they’ll somehow be called out for being rude or something.”