by Young, Luke
“Yep, she’s quite a character.”
“Really. So, what’s she like?”
“She’s… nice I guess as long as you don’t look her in the eye, touch anything she touches and don’t steal one of her special peach napkins.”
“What?” He chuckled.
“Oh, wait, that’s right… you can look directly at her. I’m getting a little confused with all the rules— they keep changing.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. These actors live coddled lives and have people doing everything for them. You know, they just get a little… quirky.”
“Quirky?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, she pretty much told me I’m either a child molester or mentally ill.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“I’m not. She was asking me questions about the script and her character and how the character in the story must have been abused as a child or… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay, sure.”
She closed her eyes and slipped a little lower in the chair. “I’m just tired.”
Rising to his feet, he stepped behind her chair and put his hands on her shoulders giving them a tender rub. “You need to relax.”
“That feels good.”
He slid his hands to her neck and worked the muscles hard.
“Yeah, I do need to relax,” she repeated in a soft voice.
Adjusting his angle, he studied her cleavage. “Your tits look amazing in that shirt.”
“Thanks,” she said softly, melting with his touch. He moved lower, sliding his hands down her chest and into her bra, carefully massaging her breasts.
She moaned softly. “I could really use a full body.”
“I could call the club and see if Andre can squeeze you in tonight.”
“No silly, you’re the only masseuse for me.”
He chuckled and worked on the muscles in her neck once again.
“Oh…” Suddenly she opened her eyes. “I saw your other girlfriend too.”
“Huh?”
“Natalie stopped me outside.”
“Really, what’d she want?” He returned to his chair and sat with his feet on the patio facing her.
“She said she wanted to talk, but I was in no mood so I took off. I suppose I couldn’t go the whole time without seeing her.”
“You see? You survived.” Giving her a sympathetic smile, he placed his hand on her knee.
She nodded.
“Hey, I’ve got some work to do— payroll stuff, but how about we go to bed a little early and I’ll give you that rub?”
“Sounds amazing.” She smiled. “I have some writing to do anyway. How about like ten o’clock?”
“It’s a date.”
41
Just before 9:00 p.m. at the Grayson-Nash home there was a knock at the door. After saving her document, Jillian headed to the foyer and opened the door. Her jaw dropped open when she spotted Natalie standing on the front porch holding a bottle of wine and wearing a hesitant smile.
“Really?” Jillian muttered.
“Please, I’d just like a few minutes of your time.”
“Who is it?” Brian asked, reaching the foyer then spotting Natalie in the doorway. “Oh, wow…”
“Brian,” Natalie said. “How have you been?”
“Fine.”
“Why are you here?” Jillian gave her a tired look.
“Can I come in?” She held up the bottle of wine. “I brought you this. It was the best bottle I could find.”
“I hate Chardonnay,” Jillian grumbled.
“Sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Natalie, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Brian took a step forward.
“Look, I tried to talk to you today, but…”
“Let her in. I think I’d like to hear what she has to say. In fact, it might be the highlight of my day.”
“Thank you.”
The three walked into the great room. Jillian and Brian sat down together on the loveseat and Natalie plopped down in a chair.
“Um, do you think I could get something to drink?” Natalie smiled nervously. “Maybe a double shot of vodka.”
Brian chuckled. “What would you really like?”
“Um, vodka.” Natalie replied.
“Okay.” After sharing a look with Jillian, Brian rose up from the chair and headed toward the kitchen.
“If it’s okay, I’ll wait until he gets back,” Natalie said.
“All right.” Folding her arms, Jillian sat back and glared at her unwelcome guest.
Brian returned with a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. He handed a glass to Natalie, sat down next to Jillian, placed the bottle on the table and tipped back his shot.
Natalie downed hers and shivered making a sour face. “I should have had this a little earlier.”
Brian poured himself a second shot and motioned with the bottle to Natalie. She shook him off and he pounded his second one and blew air out through his teeth, shaking his head. “Wow… Okay.”
Jillian narrowed her eyes at him curiously. “If you’re both done with your drinking competition could we get on with it?”
“Sure. Um, so I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for everything. I’ve done some things in my past that I regret. Things I can’t undo, but I’d like to try to make up for them somehow if I can.”
Jillian held her head high. “You mean like ruining our wedding and suing me and oh, yeah, trying to sleep with my husband?”
“Yeah, that pretty much covers it.” Natalie shrugged.
“I have to say your apology is not accepted,” Jillian grumbled, turning to her husband. “Is it Brian?”
“Huh? What?” Upon discovering his wife’s expression he sat up straighter. “No, um, absolutely not.”
“I know coming here with a lousy bottle of wine and saying a few words could never make up for all of that, but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I was stupid and immature and I wasn’t really thinking things through. I mean, I never would have come to the wedding if I hadn’t been invited. Your agent sent me the plane tickets and everything.”
“Yeah,” Jillian sighed, giving her just a little sympathy. “I know.”
“In fact, he was the reason for the lawsuit as well… he sent me the book.”
“Yes, I know about that too,” Jillian groaned.
Natalie smiled weakly. “Now, throwing myself at Brian in the courthouse, I don’t have any explanation for that other than he’s just so adorable… I mean, who could resist?”
“She has a point.” Brian grinned shyly. Jillian glanced over to him, scoffed and punched him in the thigh.
“Ouch.”
When Brian’s eyes met Jillian’s he shrugged. “Sorry.” He picked up the bottle and tilted it to his glass.
“What are you doing?” Jillian grumbled.
“Having another drink.”
“I think you’ve had enough… Mr. Adorable.”
“Okay.” Sheepishly, he placed the bottle down.
Turning her attention to Natalie, Jillian sat on the edge of the sofa. “We’ve all done things we regret. This I understand, but I want to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Natalie replied hesitantly fighting back a cringe.
“Did you know that Paul was directing this movie before you started seeing him?”
“I, uh…” Natalie looked down to the carpet. “You see, I—”
“Yes or no?” Jillian grumbled.
“Yes.” She blew out a slow breath. “I knew he was directing your movie.”
“I knew it.” Nodding her head, Jillian sat back wearing a smug look.
“I wanted to break into acting,” Natalie pleaded. “…and I couldn’t even get a decent audition.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And this body double that you replaced, you setup her big break didn’t you? It wasn’t just some coincidence.�
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Natalie sighed curling her lip.
“Didn’t you?”
“Yes.” She nodded her head and raised her hands up apologetically. “But—”
Jillian poked Brian in the shoulder. “I told you that too.”
He nodded his head toward her then reached for the vodka bottle. Thinking better of it, he pulled his hand back.
“No, go ahead. You have a drink.” Returning her attention to the woman on trial, Jillian smiled. “And Paul doesn’t know any of it, does he?”
“He doesn’t. I sorta tried to tell him, but I, um… I guess I, uh… I’m just looking for the right time.”
“Uh-huh.” Rising up from her seat, Jillian took a few steps toward the door and looked out over the pool. “Now how exactly did you orchestrate Lindsey getting thrown off the movie? That one I can’t figure out.” She returned her attention to Natalie. “We’re all just puppets in your little game aren’t we?”
“No. No, I, um… that was just dumb luck. I really had nothing to do with that. I think she would have been replaced even if I wasn’t involved.”
“I guess…” Jillian rubbed her chin and shrugged. “… she was awful and she really is a bitch.”
“Yeah, Chance didn’t like her at all,” Natalie replied.
Returning to her seat, Jillian smiled and placed her hand on Brian’s thigh. “You know you are right, he is adorable.”
“Thanks.”
Tapping her finger to her lips, Jillian looked to the ceiling. “So, what do we do now?”
Natalie sat up straight. “If you really want me to leave the movie I will.”
“Oh, that won’t be necessary.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I think you’re doing a great job and everyone seems to agree.”
“Okay…” Natalie gave her a hesitant look.
“But I do ask that you do a couple things.”
“Sure.”
“Don’t try to sleep with him anymore.” Jillian motioned with her thumb to Brian.
“I won’t.”
“And I want you to tell Paul the truth.”
“I plan to and—”
“Tonight!” Jillian looked at her pointedly.
“Tonight?”
“Yes, you tell him all of it. If you don’t, I will tomorrow morning.”
Natalie sighed. “I’m falling in love with him.”
“Well, if that’s true, telling him the truth now can only help your chances. He’s bound to find out one way or another.”
“Okay, yes. I will tell him tonight.”
“Good.” Jillian smiled.
Rising up from her seat, Natalie rubbed her hands together nervously. “I’m really glad we did this.”
“Me too.”
“Again, I’m sorry for everything.”
The married couple rose up and the three stood together in silence for a few awkward moments.
“Thank you for seeing me.”
“Sure.” Brian headed for the foyer with the women following behind.
After Natalie walked out the door, he locked it and turned his attention to his wife. He discovered Jillian wearing a sexy grin and sizing him up from head to toe.
He asked hesitantly, “What?”
“Nothing.”
“How do you think that will go? Her telling him, I mean.”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I really don’t care.”
He studied her expression, cautiously. “Am I… am I in trouble for some reason?”
“Not at all.” Bringing a finger to her lips, she shook her head.
“Good, because I—”
“Actually, you’re in the complete opposite of trouble.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What does that even mean?”
Moving to him, she tilted her head up and kissed him on the lips. “I don’t know what it is, but when your mother calls I get so horny that I feel like going down on you.”
“I know, I love when my mother calls.” He smiled.
“This is different.”
“Really… how so?”
She shrugged. “Suddenly I feel like doing… everything.”
He swallowed hard. “Everything?”
“Come here.” She turned on her heels then reached back and took his hand leading him into the great room. “Sit here,” she said, indicating the large chair Natalie left just one minute earlier.
He plopped down in the chair and watched mesmerized as Jillian removed every bit of her clothing. “Wow, I wish Natalie would come over more often.”
“Probably not.” Jillian frowned.
“No, probably not.”
Squeezing her breasts together, she closed her eyes for a moment. “I wrote a scene like this in the new book I’m working on.”
“I also love when you write.” He nodded quickly. “What do you want me do to?”
“Just sit there.” Running her hand slowly down her stomach to between her legs, she slipped a finger inside and moaned. “I seem to be a little wet.”
Stepping up to him, she extended her finger to his lips and he took it in his mouth, closing his eyes and sighing. “Wow… Really?”
She nodded. “I know how much you like to taste me.”
“I do. I really do.”
“You want to go upstairs or—”
“Don’t move. I need to run through this scenario to see if it really works.”
“It’s working for me already.” He smiled. “I’m all yours.”
“Good.”
Moving behind the chair, she leaned over him placing her full breast on top of his head and rubbing his shoulders seductively.
As his eyes slammed shut, he tilted his head back searching for a nipple and once he found one, he captured it between his lips. She moaned and her hands moved to his chest then down to his stomach as she pulled the shirt up to expose his abdomen.
He reached back, running his hands all over her as he slid down lower in the chair.
Climbing over him, she placed her knees on the top of the chair as she kissed his belly button with her hands sliding all over the growing bulge in his shorts. His hands went to her ass and he squeezed her cheeks as she moved lower still, spreading her legs and presenting her womanhood directly in front of his waiting mouth.
Gasping, he leaned forward, sliding his tongue inside her and lapping greedily at her sweet juice. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, pulling desperately at the button on his shorts.
He slid his tongue deeper into her and she clamped her thighs together tightly around his head. He moved his hands under her and wedged them between her legs to pry them apart. Once free, he took a quick breath then took to licking her from top to bottom in slow languid strokes.
“Oh, God…” she moaned then with a determined look, took hold of both sides of his shorts and separated them, ripping the zipper down in the process. His black boxer brief covered erection bulged out and she used both hands to free him.
She gasped, looking at his manhood before taking him fully inside her mouth and sucking hard.
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Jillian lifted up, letting his cock slip from her mouth and watched as a drop of precum flowed out of the tip. Lapping it up hungrily with her tongue, she purred. He gripped the cheeks of her ass hard and extended his tongue inside her, pressing his nose against her as he strained to penetrate her as deeply as possible.
She rested her forearms on his thighs as she struggled to strip his shorts and underwear away to uncover all the areas she wanted to explore. He lifted his hips a bit off the chair and she worked his garments down until his balls were exposed. With his cock long and thickly laying against his belly she pressed her tongue between his balls and licked all around the hairless twins. He groaned in pleasure and coaxing her thighs apart a little more, took to licking her anywhere his tongue could reach.
Moving back slightly, she sucked at the base of his manhood, then ran her tongue back and forth
along the shaft half a dozen times before wrapping her hand around it, angling it up and plunging her mouth down over it.
He gasped loudly.
Working up and down, she licked and sucked as her fingers toyed with his balls. He moaned, craning his neck to search out her tiny pink hole letting his tongue dance around it before pressing it slightly into her then out then back once more.
She lifted her head up, letting his slippery cock fall from her lips and with her eyes rolling back in her head, simply held still as he carefully tongued her forbidden spot. “Oh, Brian… Yes…” she whispered, laying her head on his thigh and using her hand to stroke him up and down.
Sliding down, she moved away from him and for a moment his head jerked forward to follow her. But she escaped and carefully crawled to the carpet, then shook her rear end for his pleasure for only a moment before turning back to him and taking hold of his shorts. She pulled them down and off his feet then tossed them behind her.
He eyed her hungrily with his lips parted. Wiping her sweet juice from his chin, he began, “You’re so—”
She took him back in her mouth and he didn’t finish that thought. Up and down she worked her lips over him, placing both hands on his chest and squeezing his nipples.
Taking hold of his cock, she lathered it up heavy with saliva and left a huge glob on the tip working it around briefly. She turned then spread her legs placing her knees over the arms of the chair positioning her ass over his slick, hard, thick, throbbing cock.
He watched mesmerized as she reached down between her legs and took hold of his shaft as she positioned him at her tiny entrance. He held still as she let her hips sink a half inch until his erection was pressing into her opening. She let out a loud sigh then bounced up and down slowly letting her hole adjust to his girth of his bulbous head.
He took hold of the base and held it steady as Jillian placed her hands on her thighs and slipped down lower then back up then lower still, taking the entirety of his head inside her tight ass.
“Oh…” she moaned.
He stared at the breathtaking sight of her riding him this way— her hole gripping his slick cock tightly. Bringing one hand to her clit, he stroked her swollen wet button slowly. Her eyes slammed shut and she let her body float down gradually until half his length was buried inside her.
“Oh, Jillian,” he moaned. He was so hard at that moment that his cock didn’t need any support, so he pulled his hand away and took a moment to admire the sight of their connection.