“Raise your arms,” he murmured, sweeping her shirt up her body and over her head. His breathing increased and he pounced, dragging her into a fierce kiss, tangling his hands in her hair. Her breath came in gasps. His lips and tongue crushed hers as he expertly unclasped her bra. She shifted as his fingers trailed after the straps, and down over her arms. Her bra slipped forward, freeing her breasts as he pushed the second strap over her wrist. His hand cupped her breast and he leaned in, his tongue circled and licked over her right nipple. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She felt it lengthen with each pull of his mouth, while his tongue flicked the tip. He squeezed her fleshy boobs together, kneading them as he moved from one breast to the next. She moaned, and he hushed her with a hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” he warned, glancing at the locked door. There was no sound on the other side, and after a moment, he returned to her hardened nipples.
Her hands ran through his hair as he sucked and nipped at her breasts. Her breath coming fast and hard, her panties saturated with her desire. She wanted him, wanted nothing more than to rip his pants off and feel his hard cock inside her.
Taking charge, she unbuttoned his jeans, loving the sound of the zipper sliding down. He didn’t fight her, but shifted to help her slide the tight jeans down over his hips.
Commando.
Sexy.
His cock sprang free, standing proudly, pressed against her inner thigh. Annie nervously slid her hand down, stroking his shaft, feeling the heat of his thick cock.
He moaned, his mouth sliding up her chest to suck and nibble at her neck before tickling the rim of her ear. His hands slid down to the bottom of her skirt, pushing it up around her hips, revealing her long legs. His fingers caressed the exposed skin, then worked their way higher, slipping over and around her lacy panties. Her own hands moved rhythmically up and down his shaft, sliding down to stroke his sac, cupping his heavy balls gently in her palm.
As he felt the moisture on her panties, he smiled and looked back into her eyes. She felt a blush slip over her cheeks, embarrassed that her need for him was so obvious. His fingers slipped inside the top her panties and slid them down. She shifted, from one side and then the other, allowing him to free her from this final barrier with ease. His eyes never left hers as he lowered her panties down her legs slowly, then over her heels before dropping them to the floor. His fingers retraced the path up her legs. Calves, knees, thighs, achingly slow as they moved toward their target.
She felt light headed from holding her breath, his fingers found her center, running up her wet lips before pressing light circles around her clit. She moaned when his strong finger gently stroked her pussy.
One finger, then two slipped inside, filling her while his tongue filled her mouth. She trembled, as he massaged her G-spot for a moment, and then rubbed her engorged clitoris with his thumb.
Annie was near release when suddenly he stopped and his hands tightened on her hips. He leaned forward, his mouth seeking hers, then slid down her neck in hot, fast kisses. He pushed a few papers out of the way, and produced a condom from… somewhere… and expertly rolled it down his length before pressing his hips in tight against hers. She guided his smooth cock right up to her entrance, a low moan escaping as the tip nudged against her lips.
In a long, painfully slow movement, he drove himself deep inside her. She gasped, clinging to him, her nails leaving little tracks down his back as she panted against him. Slowly he began to move, his body rocking into hers as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her.
She bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out and her whole body trembled with pleasure. Moans escaped her mouth with every breath. Just when she thought that she couldn’t take anymore, his cock found her G-spot, caressing it and sending her body reeling.
He moved faster now. They both panted and moaned against each other, his hands pulled her harder and faster against him. She fell back against the desk, her fingers searching for anything to grab onto as he pounded into her aching body. She arched and lifted, grabbing at his shoulders, anything to get traction on the slick desk as she bit back a moan.
Her head was woozy, her breathing labored when the sensations of her climax built inside her. After a few more thrusts, her orgasm crashed through her, causing her whole body to tremble and shake. She cried out, gasping and moaning as he continued to drive his cock deeper into her, sending her over the edge into ecstasy.
As her muscles finally relaxed, she leaned back and gasped for air. He thrusted deeper. His fingers had stilled, then lifted to rest on her sweaty breasts. They bounced lightly as he pounded harder and harder. She felt him thicken just as his breathing increased and that sexy “I’m going to come” look appeared on his face. In one final stroke, his eyes closed and he came deep, with a ferocious groan on his lips. She whimpered as she felt his cock pulsating, twitching, throbbing, causing her pussy to grip him, pumping him for every drop. She grinned at his reaction to her, feeling like a goddess as his body shook and quivered.
He collapsed onto her for a moment, catching his breath. She panted beneath him, letting her hand wander through his short cropped hair. Finally, he stood and ran a hand through his hair to straighten it before looking at her then he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash.
She was surprised. Gone was the embarrassed look he had earlier. Instead, he looked just as arrogant and cocky as he had the first day she’d met him. He reached down to pull up his pants, his eyes travelling once more over her body and an ugly smirk on his face.
Annie felt naked, totally exposed. She used one hand to cover her breasts while she leaned down to retrieve her underwear. She was all too aware of his eyes on her body while he straightened his jeans and slipped on his shirt.
Annie had barely gotten her panties and bra back on before he turned to walk around the desk, fussing with some papers. She fumbled with her silk shirt, slipping it on over her head.
“Thank you,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “Like I said, I’ll give your regards to the director.”
In a wave, Annie realized just how stupid she’d been. She’d been played, manipulated, used. And she had fallen for it, doing the one thing she’d promised herself she’d never do.
Her mouth gaped open a moment and she realized that he had no intention of looking at her. She quickly snapped it shut, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She knew she had this one moment to be different, different from all the other girls he’d manipulated in the past. Instead of yelling at him, which she so very much wanted to do, she squared her shoulders and straightened her clothes.
“Thanks. Perhaps I’ll give my regards to the director as well. Maybe I won’t have to act when I’m visiting his couch.”
She smiled sweetly, collected her bag and turned towards the door. Although it took a few moments to figure out how to unlock it, she made the most graceful exit she could muster. It wasn’t until she was safely inside the elevator that the full impact of her emotions hit her, leaving her feeling shaky and raw.
Annie was furious the whole way down to the lobby. She felt cheap and used. Most of all, she felt stupid. Oh, hell no. That bastard will not get away with this.
Sure, she’d wanted to fuck him—he was blazing hot—but there was something so dirty about the way that he’d treated her afterwards. Like she was a hooker, or a star-struck wannabe actress. She hadn’t planned on whoring her way into the part and it wasn’t fair that he’d treated her that way but she knew she’d been naive.
She did her best to straighten her clothes and her hair, knowing that her makeup was a disaster. It didn’t really matter—she’d already missed her audition slot for the toothpaste commercial.
Chapter 9
Annie: where r u
Daveed: just gt off work
Annie: come over 911
Daveed: omw
Annie paced in circles while she waited for Daveed. How could he work with this guy? He was such an asshole, so evil.
“Oh my God, Daveed, that dickwad is so mean, he’s an asshole, how can you work for him?” she cried, her face turning red.
“Hold on, sweetie, what did he do?” Daveed wrapped her in his arms to soothe her. “Calm down, I’m here, tell me what’s going on.”
“He used me,” she sobbed. “The asshole used me and then threw me away like a piece of trash.”
“Here now, honey, tell me all about it, Daveed is here for you.” Rubbing her back with his hand, he handed her a tissue.
Trying to compose herself, she sat down on the couch and continued. “Well, you know I had that second audition?”
“Yes, honey, and you said it went well.”
“It did and he was so nice. I thought at the first audition he was just having a bad day.” She paused and blew her nose.
“And?”
“I saw him today, in… in the elevator. I had that commercial and… and he invited me into his office to talk to him then he locked the door and…” She couldn’t finish, the sobs wracking her thin frame.
“Did he, you know, uh, hurt you?”
“Oh no, no, nothing like that. It started out like a dream, he was so nice, so sexy, so convincing. I thought he really liked me, wanted me.” She hung her head, once again feeling her stupidity wash over her.
She stood up and went to the kitchen “You want something to drink?”
“Sure, honey, anything diet. Now, calm down and tell me what happened.”
Pouring a glass of wine, she continued, “Well, we did it on the desk and it felt so good and I thought maybe, just maybe he wasn’t a bad guy. The sex was amazing and then he just zipped up his pants and said something really stupid like ‘thanks, I’ll tell the director’ or something like that.”
Tears started pouring down her face again. “I mean like… like I was a piece of meat. A fucking piece of meat!!”
Daveed stood up and went to the kitchen, taking a sip of his soda on the way, “Oh honey, I’m sorry, I tried to tell you. He’s always like that. He’s a man whore. A full blown, doesn’t-know-how-to-treat-a-woman man whore. I’m so sorry, honey.”
“I just feel so dirty. I’ve never had to put out to get anything. Daveed, how can you work for him?” Exasperated, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my God, what does that make me?”
“It makes you a very beautiful woman who has ambition and drive and wants the best out of life. Annie, there is nothing wrong with what you did. Everyone does it,” he sighed.
She burst out in tears again. “But I’m not everyone!”
“Oh, honey, don’t cry.” He grabbed another tissue and wiped her tears. “Look on the bright side... you got hugged, kissed, cuddled, and fucked silly from the hottest bach around. He’s fucking rich, too.” He took a drink, grabbed her hand and walked her to the sofa. “Well, at least it was good.”
She smiled a grim smile. “Yes, it was yummy, that’s the problem. It was good and then the bastard ruined it. I’m not a ho. I don’t just fuck and walk, you know that.”
“Oh hell to the no, you not a ho!!” He snapped his fingers in time to his words, finally making her laugh. ”Lighten up, baby doll. You got laid by a hunk, he even said thank you. Too bad he didn’t pay you for it—or did he?” Daveed laughed at his own joke, probably a ploy to get her to loosen up.
“I just wish I could do something to make him feel as crappy as he made me feel. Asshole.”
“And I’m sure there are hundreds of other girls that feel the same way.”
“Hundreds?”
“Yes Ma’am. He’s always taking hoochies up in there. I told you, he’s a man whore, and I’m not lyin’.” His eyes widened as he said the words, “Oh God, honey, please tell me you used protection.”
“Yes, we did. Do you know who these girls are?”
“I could find out easily, I mean Gertie is all over that. She’s like fuckin’ CIA or something.”
“Could you ask her? I wonder who these girls are and if they ever got any good parts.”
“Maybe. I mean most of the younger girls are called back only for a fuck, they think if they give him a piece, he’s gonna give them the part. Just like you. He apparently is a skilled actor too,” he added quickly when he saw her face fall. “It happens all the frickin’ time.”
Annie looked at her friend sternly. “I hope you don’t do that when you set up your own shop.”
Daveed gave her a wicked smile. “Well, not with the girls.”
She slapped him on the arm, and he protested, “I’m only joking. You know that.”
Annie returned to the matter at hand. “So what about those other girls?”
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “I know some of them will be at the office next Friday, since the bastard’s birthday is on Saturday. They’re still tryin’ to fuck that dick head for lead parts.”
“This Saturday? It’s his birthday? Do you know if he has a date?”
He shook his head, “No, honey, I don’t. But I’ll find out. I’m his assistant—I know everything that man does. Well, except what goes on behind closed doors. Okay, yeah, I know all about that too. Just not with you.” Annie drummed her fingers on the coffee table, “Hmmmm …. I’ve got to think. I may have an idea.”
“Oh, honey what is it – what? I wanna know. Oooh, I love surprises.” He leaned in to listen to a plan quickly forming in her head.
Chapter 10
Today was D-Day. Destroy Vic Rossen Day. Annie was pumped up on her excitement for her plan as she waited for him to answer her call.
“Mr. Rossen?” she crooned when he picked up, “Hi, it’s Annabelle. Remember me?”
He answered warily, “Yes, of course I do. What can I do for you, Annabelle?”
She’d erased all traces of anger and bitterness from her voice. Her acting training came in handy as she explained innocently, “I was just thinking about the fun we had together last time we met and I was wondering if you’re busy Saturday? I hear it’s a real special day.”
He seemed to relax as he answered, “Yes, it is. How would you know that?”
“Oh,” she cooed seductively, “I have friends who have friends.”
He laughed, “I’m sure you do. What’s this all about?”
“Just tell me you’ll meet me Saturday to, you know, celebrate. Around eight? How would that be?”
Annie could almost hear his erection growing in anticipation. “Uhm… sure, and please, call me Vic.”
“Sure thing, Vic. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
He laughed again. “You’re picking me up?”
“Yes, I am. I want to show you a good time. Give me your address and I’ll see you at eight.”
Annie realized he was no fool when he declined to reveal his home address but he said she could meet him at his office again and that was fine with her.
“Of course,” she said pleasantly. “Bye.”
But then for some reason he stopped her before she hung up and had, apparently, changed his mind. “No, listen. Make it my home. It’ll save me from going to the office and I’d definitely like to have a drink on my birthday anyway, if you’re okay to pick me up there.”
He gave her the address and as she hung up the phone, she shouted a triumphant “Yes!” Her plan was working so far. She made a quick phone call to Bruce and reserved the Cavern for her special party.
***
Saturday came sooner than expected and before she knew it, she was at the door of his Hollywood Hills mansion. She hadn’t realized casting directors made that kind of money, but maybe famous ones did. His house was huge, immaculate in every way and very intimidating to her. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She ran her hand down the sequined blue dress, knowing full well she looked like a star—he was not going to be able to say no to her tonight.
When he opened the door, a wicked
grin swept across his face seeing her standing there. “Hello Annabelle, you look fabulous, would you like to come in for a drink?” He looked amazingly delicious in his tux and tails, but she declined. She wasn’t about to fall for that again. Hell, no!
“No thank you, Vic. The car is waiting.” She gestured to the limo waiting by the curb. “Oh, and Happy Birthday.” She hooked her arm into his and they walked down the massive steps towards the limo. He helped her in and slid in next to her.
“This is really quite a lovely surprise, Annabelle.”
She bowed her head a little, a slight blush forming across her cheeks. “I’m happy you like it,” she said as she seductively placed her hand on his thigh, drawing little circles with her finger.
“So, where are we going?”
“Oh, that’s another surprise, and I’m sure you’re going to love it.” She reached over and placed a blindfold across his eyes, moving her mouth to his, gently tickling his lip with her tongue.
Nervously, he attempted to raise a hand to stop her and asked, “Hey, what’s the blindfold for?”
She gently pushed his arm back down and traced her finger up his thigh to circle his bulge. She purred, “It’s a surprise, Vic But don’t worry, it’s all about you tonight.”
He relaxed his arm and said, “You know you didn’t have to do this for me.”
“Oh, I know, but I wanted to,” she whispered as her tongue danced around his ear, her breath gently tickling his neck. She inhaled the scent of him—he always smelled so fresh, musky, manly.
They pulled up next to Bruce’s spa and the driver opened the door, helping Annie out. She grabbed Vicktors’ arm, urging, “Don’t take it off yet or you’ll spoil the surprise. I’ll guide you,” and as he stepped out of the car, she winked at the driver before guiding Viktor inside.
Once they were seated, she removed the blindfold and he blinked his eyes, looking around. There was a table for two in the middle of what seemed to be, a small quaint restaurant with soft music playing in the background. The lights were dim and there were two candles glowing on the only table in the room. The waiter escorted them to their table and handed each of them a menu.
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