He looked at me. The shadows played on his chiseled face and the scar on his upper lip. His dark eyes locked with mine.
“I’m not sure I agree with that,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Madison.” He took my hands in his. “I just found you. Do you really think I’m going to let you go that easily?” He smirked. “I want to see you in my future.” His hand squeezed mine, sending my body pulsing. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “This is why what you said is so important.” He gently brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “Our time together is precious.”
My body was on fire and every time he touched me I only became warmer and more flustered. The temptation was real.
“But what if — what if we start liking each other?”
“Isn’t that the point?” He laughed.
Like his hand, his words didn’t let go. As much as I mentally resisted, I let him pull me closer to him. A part of me liked it. A part of me wanted to fall into him. A part of me wanted to enter his world and become a part of his life.
“Come on, Madison.” His dark eyes gazed into mine. “I know I have a reputation, and I can be a bit unconventional when it comes to being a partner, but I think you understand me.” His hand moved to my thigh, squeezing it gently. The small action was enough to send thrills up my body.
When it comes to being a partner?
He leaned in closer so that I could feel the heat coming off his body. His lips moved in, touching mine, lighting a fire inside me. My hands slipped up over his strong shoulders. Closing my eyes, I leaned into the soft and passionate kiss. I could do this all night…
Realizing what I was doing, I pulled my hands from him, breaking the kiss.
“I can’t do this.” I shook my head. “I can’t be heartbroken by you.”
Johnny looked confused. “Madison, I won’t break your heart.”
“But you’re leaving on Friday!” I stood up.
“Madison, wait.” Johnny’s tone forced me to stop.
“It’s really too bad,” I whispered. “I’m really starting to like you.”
“I know a way we can see each other more often,” he said.
“You do?” I didn’t want to get my hopes up. If he suggested a long-distance Skype relationship, I wasn’t going to be too excited. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down onto the couch next to him. His hand reclaimed its spot on my thigh. I was highly aware of how short my skirt was, and how good his hand felt on my bare skin. I bit my lip, trying not to show how much excitement he incited in me.
“The production studio recently put up a call for an intern to work in the effects department.”
“For the movie you’re working on?”
“Yes.”
“The one in Bora Bora?” I asked.
Johnny nodded as he pushed a strand of hair off my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.
“So the intern would have to go to Bora Bora…on Friday?”
He smirked. “That’s right.”
“With you?”
He nodded again and laughed.
“But I would miss summer classes!”
“Sure, but you’d be working as an intern on a blockbuster film starring international movie star Johnny Logan.”
God, he could be so cocky sometimes. It was insanely hot.
“You’re right,” I said. Working on a real Hollywood film set would be a thousand times more educational than taking college courses all summer. I let out an excited laugh.
“Does that mean you’re interested?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You never told me what the movie’s about.”
He smirked. “Let’s just say it’s the fifth installment of a very popular action adventure franchise.”
My eyes grew wide. “Are you talking about…” I could barely say it, because saying Mike Shadow’s name in the presence of Johnny Logan was too surreal. The Mike Shadow movies were my favorite movies and the whole reason I decided to work in the entertainment industry to begin with. Mike Shadow was the reason I had such a huge crush on Johnny Logan. Mike Shadow was who I dreamt about night after night throughout high school. Somehow, I kept myself together enough to say Mike Shadow’s name.
Johnny nodded.
“I— I don’t know what to say. This is crazy! I wasn’t expecting another movie to come out any time soon, or at all! Oh, Johnny! The timing is perfect, and the state of special effects has improved so much since the last film. I truly don’t know what to say!”
Johnny was smiling, clearly amused by my excitement.
“Say yes,” he said.
Enthusiastically, I nodded. “Yes,” I said. “Yes! A thousand times yes!”
He smirked. “You know what this means?” His hand tightened on my thigh, pulling so that my legs separated from each other. I bit my lip, feeling the excitement and heat rush up my thighs. “We’ll finally get to spend some time together.”
I nodded. “Yes.” It was more of whisper since my mouth seemed to turn to sandpaper again. This was all so surreal.
Johnny leaned in and kissed me. Taking his time, he kissed me, tasted me. His fingers moved up my inner thigh, crawling all the way up until they reached my panties, causing a pang of excitement to shoot straight to my core. His agile fingers pulled my panties to the side, finding my folds.
“You’re wet,” he said, gazing into my eyes
I bit my smile. “So I am.”
The area between my legs throbbed as his fingers explored me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his sinful lips and that scar which promised me danger and excitement.
“I need to taste you,” he said. Unaware that I was even doing it, I spread my legs even further. Johnny got down onto the floor, slipping between my legs. Putting his hands on both my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the couch. He pushed my skirt up, pulled my panties off, and pushed my thighs further apart. The hot air rushed over my nakedness.
Oh my…
Pushing my skirt up, his head disappeared between my thighs. He licked me, causing me to jolt with surprise and pleasure. He didn’t go slowly but instead he buried his mouth fully against my sex, exploring me with his tongue. His moans vibrated against me, causing me to throb harder against him.
His tongue swirled faster, harder, up and down, as if he couldn’t control himself. He glanced up from between my legs to look at me. His fingers did their magic massaging me in all the right places.
“Johnny,” I moaned.
“That’s right, moan for me. I love it when you moan for me, it gets me so hard.”
I moaned, not because he told me to, but because I just couldn’t hold back anymore. The thought of Johnny getting hard for me was more than I could imagine. Johnny moved one, long finger up my sex, sending shivers rocking up my spine. I widened my legs and lost my fingers in his dark hair, bringing his mouth back onto me, pressing him closer against me. His tongue swirled around my clit causing my thighs to tremble and my back to arch. The sinful sensation shot straight to my nipples, causing them to harden against my bra.
“Johnny, oh, Johnny!”
Johnny’s head popped up from between my legs as he watched me. I bit my lip as I watched, waving my body against his fingers. He was pushing me to the limit, to my breaking point. It wouldn’t be long before…
Johnny pulled his fingers from me, leaving me throbbing against the open air. He stood up giving me a full view of the massive erection pushing against his pants. My wide eyes couldn’t look away. He pulled off his shirt, giving me a view of his hard chest and washboard abs. He then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off, along with his underwear. I swallowed hard as I looked at his naked body.
Surprising even myself, I lunged forward and took his rock-hard cock into my hands, pumping it from base to tip. Who said I was a goody two-shoes?
“Oh yes, Madi, just like that.” He closed his eyes and dropped his head back.
Holding an erection in my hands was still a foreign experience, but I was enjoying
it more and more each time I did it. Nobody taught me what to do, but I used Johnny’s moans of pleasure as a guide. The tip of his head squeezed out a bead of moisture and I used it to wet the rest of his shaft. He moaned harder, pushing himself into my hands. The area between my legs throbbed harder.
I looked at him, wanting him.
“Johnny. I want you to fuck me, now. Please.”
Johnny groaned and looked down at me. I looked up.
“I want you inside me.”
He smirked. There was a devious glint in his eye which was hotter than anything I had ever conjured up in my dreams. He reached down and lifted me up effortlessly. Taking a few steps, he pushed my back up against the wall and slid inside me. A wave of relief and pleasure washed through my body as he filled me. I dropped my head back against the wall as he thrust into me.
“You’re so hard,” I said. “You feel so good.”
His hands tore my tank top down, exposing my breasts. He leaned down, taking one crested peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my nipple, causing it to harden even more. My legs wrapped around his body, my feet grazed his rock hard ass.
Johnny pressed his nose and mouth against my cheek.
“You feel fucking perfect,” he said. “I fit perfectly inside you.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Keep talking, just like that.”
“I’ve been thinking of fucking you all week,” he breathed into my ear. His tongue traced the shell of my ear, driving me wild.
Each time he thrust inside me, his warmth filled me, traveling throughout my body. Beads of sweat dripped down my body as our bodies slid against each other. I felt Johnny’s weight as he pressed against me, against my breasts.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed, moving harder and harder. There was nothing I could do but hold onto Johnny as he drove into me, deeper and deeper. My muscles tensed and tightened around him with each thrust, sending me into the toying edges of orgasm. Tension built up inside me, winding tighter and tighter.
“I’m about to come,” I blurted out. A part of me was embarrassed by what I said, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t the time to be embarrassed. “Keep going. Harder!”
Johnny thrust harder, owning my body. “I’ll make you come.” He licked my neck and nibbled on my ear.
My core tightened as a number of different sensations unraveled, releasing pleasure into my bloodstream. I dug my fingers into Johnny’s shoulders and arched my back. My toes curled involuntarily as all the muscles in my body tensed. My head swam in a euphoric wave of pleasure.
The sensitive muscles between my legs throbbed wildly as Johnny continued to thrust, causing an even more intense sensation. Grabbing hard onto my ass, he thrust hard one last time, letting out a choked scream of pleasure. My pussy throbbed wildly around his girth.
We both breathed hard and heavy, gasping for air and letting the sweat drip down our bodies. We stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the lingering sensation of euphoric bliss.
Finally, he lifted his head and looked at me, smiling deviously. Without any need for words, he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom.
“Stewie, I just need one favor,” I pleaded.
“Another one?” The older man sighed. Stewie was my co-producer who handled the business side of the production. “Alright, Johnny, but this is your last one. Any misbehaving on set and you’ll be in deep shit. Dan Lee knows not to put up with it. Now what’s your favor?”
I told him I wanted to hire an intern for the special effects crew. I lied when I told Madison there was a position available, but it was the only way I could get her to come to Bora Bora with me. I spent so long looking for a woman like her. She was down to earth and willing to try new things. I wasn’t about to let her go so easily. After some convincing, Stewie finally caved.
“Okay, but you’re on a tight leash, Logan.”
I ignored the old man and was happy that I had an excuse to bring Madison with me.
The other actors and I were dressed in our costumes, taking promotional shots for the new Shadow movie.
As the photographer positioned us this way and that, I looked at my fellow actors. Actors. That was all they were. They only acted when the cameras were on. The world only existed around them when the director, or photographer, told them it did. They didn’t immerse themselves in the world. They didn’t have fun.
That’s why I liked Madison. There was something in her eyes that told me she wanted to have fun, that she was willing to go along with me. Though there may have been trepidation in her words and actions, there was no fear behind her eyes. She teased me with how willing she was. Now the only difficult part was not scaring her away. I had to keep this relationship strong, not like the others which wilted apart once I got into character. Many women — actresses, mostly — couldn’t handle my ability to immerse myself in a character. I assumed actresses would understand what it meant to become someone else but apparently not. They always went running.
I’d have to show Madison who I was and the kind of stuff I liked to do. I suspect she didn’t fully understand, but that was alright. I’d help her understand. Her eyes told me she was willing to indulge me, which was good because I wanted her in every way I knew how.
Dating a special effects intern wouldn’t be detrimental to production like dating an actress, but it was still dangerous. She worked with special effects. If she didn’t like what I proposed, then she could still get pissed at me. And if I pissed her off, things could end badly for me on set. My lips curled into a smile. That was the kind of danger I liked.
I could already envision Madison in a bikini, in the water, in my arms. The next eight weeks weren’t looking so bleak, after all.
“Why are you smiling, Johnny?” The photographer pointed me out.
“No reason.” Getting into the mindset of the character, I put on a charming, but daring, smile for the cameras. It was time for the games to begin.
From the moment Johnny asked me to go on the trip to the point where I got to the airport Friday morning, the time flew by. I spent a good chunk of time looking for my passport which I got a few years back for a girls trip down to Mexico. It was something I told myself I had to do at least once because, after school, I wasn’t sure how many real life adventures I’d get to go on. Apparently, with Johnny Logan, many.
“Good luck, and call me please. I’m going to die out here in summer school knowing that you’re in Bora Bora with Johnny Logan,” Whitney said as she dropped me off at LAX.
I laughed. “I’ll let you know what’s going on, trust me. I’ll need someone to talk to.”
After saying goodbye to Whitney and going through airport security, I made my way onto the plane. I looked around the cabin, hoping to see Johnny. I hadn’t seen him since he told me about the intern position. He was busy producing the movie, which was fine, but I wanted to see him before the circus began. But as I got onto the plane, I didn’t see anyone familiar.
I guess I was on my own.
I took my seat. All the seats around me were already taken. I sat in the aisle seat, next to a short woman with fire engine red hair.
A tall skinny man with long, blond hair tied in a ponytail sat across the aisle from me. He leaned over.
“Are you going to Bora Bora?” He took a bite out of a powdery donut, sending powdered sugar tumbling down the front of his tie-dyed shirt. It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.
“Well, I’m not planning on jumping out of the plane halfway there, so yes.”
He laughed. “For the film production?”
I nodded. “I’m a special effects intern.”
“See! I told you,” the red-headed woman next to me said.
I looked around, confused.
“Sorry for the confusion. I’m Taylor.” The tall, skinny man said. He leaned over the aisle and stuck out his powder-covered hand (to the annoyance of the boarding passengers and the flight attendants). “Oh.” He laughed and pulled his hand back, wiping it on
his t-shirt, giving me a simple wave instead.
“I’m Jean.” The woman shook my hand with a tight grip. “It’s nice to have another woman on the team.”
I smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“And that’s Nelson.” Taylor pointed towards a serious, bushy-bearded man who sat in the window seat next to Jean. He gave me a solemn nod. I did the same.
“I’m Madison.”
“We’re the special effects crew. You’ll be working with us.”
“Oh! You’re all in special effects?” They all nodded. Suddenly it all clicked. My eyes grew wide. “Wait — you’re Nelson Rider.” I pointed at the serious man by the window. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “And you’re Jean Fenton.” Jean smiled wide. My eyes grew bigger when I looked across the aisle at Taylor. “Taylor Pride.”
He nodded, still chewing on the donut.
“You guys are my idols!”
They smiled, looking at each other.
“We don’t usually get appreciation from fans. Well, we do, but usually they don’t know our names,” Jean said.
“I feel so loved!” Taylor pulled another donut out of the box and took a bite out of it. He offered me one but I waved it away.
“Maybe later.”
Nelson nodded at me. “Welcome to our team.” He was so quiet and reserved that I suspected his small gesture of acknowledgment was larger than it seemed. I smiled.
“Thank you.”
The flight finished boarding.
“I’m guessing the cast travels on a different plane?” I asked, looking around, hoping to see Johnny.
“Cast usually flies out at a different time,” Taylor said. “Usually a half day after us, since we need time to prepare the sets. Plus, they fly first class, not like us lowly crew members.” He chuckled.
“Oh.” I tried to hide my disappointment.
The flight attendants began their announcements.
Jean leaned in to whisper to me. “Since we have fifteen hours to spare, how about I show you the production plans?” Jean pulled a tablet and a stack of papers out of her bag.
“Okay!” I had always dreamed of this.
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