by Ada Frost
“Samuel,” I scolded, a little too harshly when he continued to flirt with Miss Warner and completely ignore why we were even in this fucking room. He lifted his head from the crook of her shoulder and glanced over at us. “This is Kandi.”
He patted Miss Warner on the arse and sauntered over to us. Her eyes watched his arse as he crossed the room, and I could have sworn I heard Kandi sigh.
Jesus, he isn’t that good looking.
“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said with a grin that he’d used to charm more than one woman out of her clothing. Luckily he never fucked the actresses. We both believed it was a huge mistake. I glanced over at Miss Warner, wondering how long it would take for him to get her alone and in his bed. Not too long considering how quick he made her come less than an hour ago.
I pushed my hand into my pocket, fisting her underwear. She was so beautiful when she fell apart. Those plump parted lips as she cried out her orgasm was a sight I would never forget. I startled when her gaze met mine. I smiled softly before remembering smiling was not my forte. Not wanting to appear as though I was snarling at her, I forced my expression to the blank emotionless state I was master at. Her brow knitted together in concern. She glanced down at her body and brushed her hands over her clothes as though I would only look at her if something was amiss.
“Well, your partner hasn’t arrived yet, so shall we try a solo first?” Samuel’s subtle nudge gained my attention. This time I did scowl because it appeared Kandi’s male counterpart was late. I hated tardiness above most things, but I was particularly annoyed because after discovering the male’s past info provided by my security team I had a plan for him. By not showing he was fucking it up.
She had no reservation with stripping down in front of us and sitting on the couch. Kandi had great technique, and I liked that her moans weren’t too over the top. She flirted with the camera beautifully. Her persona would also work as a point of view or live chat girl, so those were bonuses.
“We can market her as the girl next door, teen, babysitter type categories. She looks a lot younger than her years,” I mused, marking it down in her file. This was definitely a young business.
“I agree. What are her limits?” Samuel stretched over to read her personal file. We asked specific questions before the interview so we didn’t place them into a situation they were unprepared for.
“According to this, she won’t do bondage, and she has never tried gangbang. I’m not sure if that means she classes that as a limit.” I glanced up at her as she fingered her pussy in front of that camera. “Kandi, here it states you haven’t tried gangbanging? Is that a limit or something you would be willing to participate in?”
Without pause she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m willing to try.”
“That’s all, Kandi. Thank you.”
“Wow, there is stuff here I’ve never heard of.” Miss Warner’s startled whisper caused me to jerk because I had no clue she was there. I scowled at her, hating she caught me unawares. Samuel, being the flirty prick he was, stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips, leaning over her shoulder. “What the hell is Scat?”
“It’s defecation.” Samuel chuckled.
“What?” she asked, crinkling her nose. It was such a bad idea for her to be a part of the casting session. God knows what Samuel was thinking. He had never insisted one of my secretaries be present before. It seemed a pointless waste of time.
“The manipulation of faeces. Consumption —” I paused when Abigail held up her hand.
“I have yet to eat my lunch. Oh God, who would want to see that?” She scoffed. She and Samuel looked so natural together. A pain akin to wind pulsed in my chest. I was so taken aback by the thunderous distaste for my best friend holding Abigail that I hadn’t heard Kandi’s question.
“Lawson,” Samuel urged, nodding his head toward Kandi. I glanced over at the small brunette who was standing in front of the table in her underwear. She really did have a stunning body.
“I was told I’d be doing a boy-girl scene today.”
“He hasn’t arrived yet. One of our actors is on his way down from the studio to perform with you.” Just as I finished the sentence, Brady arrived, erection and all.
Samuel was chatting to Miss Warner instead of focussing on the casting. Where the fuck was my partner’s business brain today?
“Brady, this is Kandi. You know the deal.”
Brady made small talk with Kandi as he stripped out of his clothes. He fisted his cock and motioned for his partner to head toward the bed.
Samuel was whispering in Miss Warner’s ear, making her smile. They were acting like a pair of lovebirds. I moved away before I lost my temper, and proceeded to watch Brady fuck Kandi. It wasn’t an electric pairing, but it certainly highlighted Kandi’s skills.
Two hours later, after a full blown migraine, a missed call from Brie, an irritating email, and the most annoying co-worker and secretary on the face of the planet, I was ready to explode. Their giggling and secret whispering was driving me up the wall. Samuel was so engrossed with keeping Miss Warner company that I hadn’t had a chance to disclose what the security team had forwarded me.
“Will you two please take this seriously. Samuel, you are the fucking co-owner. At least project that we’re a reputable company. Instead of sitting and giggling like a fucking teenager. Miss Warner, if you are to be of no use, you may return to the office and actually do some work – you know the thing I actually pay you for.”
“Come on, you’ve got to admit some of these guys have been a waste of time. Only Kandi remotely held a scene together. The previous guy came before he even got his dick inside the last girl.”
“And that poor girl.”
“Thank you, Miss Warner your input isn’t required,” I spat, my annoyance at her preferring Samuel taking over my sensibilities.
“She isn’t going to be able to sit down for a week. I mean, you guys are born with your dick and you still struggle to aim it properly.” She scowled at me, like the incident was my fault.
“Abby, I assure you I aim perfectly,” Samuel added, not helping at all.
“It was an accident; it occurs from time to time.”
“A ten-inch shalong in the pooper is more than an accident. The poor lass nearly clawed her way up the wall. Even my cheeks clenched.”
My head throbbed and not at all in a good way. I pinched the bridge of my nose as Samuel fell apart laughing. We’d brought in Rayne from the studio to team up with a prospect. But the guy was a little over eager in his thrusts and miss-queued one, and we ended up with an accidental anal.
“Well, at least we know you react quickly.” Samuel grinned, wrapping his arm around her and giving her a squeeze. Miss Warner had responded with efficiency and grabbed an ice pack.
“Samuel,” I growled in warning, because I was on the last thread of my patience. My head was agony and he was right. The auditions were a complete fucking disaster. But did he have to touch her so fucking much?
When the next female candidate arrived, we gave her a rundown of what we wanted with Brady on the bed. Ten minutes into the scene and I was bored shitless. It was obvious Brady had lost all interest in the auditions. His cock was a no show. The fluffer couldn’t even keep him hard, so he improvised using a dildo. I wasn’t immune to casting sessions. I usually at least sported a semi, but today nothing was working. No, that was a lie; something was working, but she currently sat beside Samuel and her attention was on him entirely. I’d stepped over a line with Miss Warner. I’d been so close to pulling her into my lap earlier and fucking her hard.
My concentration on technique was lacking because I was focused on the way my best friend brushed stray strands of hair from Abigail’s face. Or in the way he kneaded her shoulders, or the gentle touches when she was speaking to him. I rubbed at my temples; the pain was killing me, and I had no more pain relief in my wallet.
When a loud squelching noise sounded around the room, I glanced at the bed. The girl – Marley �
�� looked mortified, but Brady continued to fuck her with the eight-inch toy. The noises only got worse until Marley released the loudest vaginal fart I had ever heard. She started to apologise, but every time she moved, she farted more. Miss Warner burst into a fit of laughter, and Samuel looked over at me before joining her. Ordinarily I would have found the humour in the situation and reassured the poor woman, but the thread on my patience snapped. I slapped my hands down on the desk, bringing a pause to the laughter.
“Brady, get dressed. You’re no longer required. Marley, I’ve made a note of your application. My secretary will be in touch.” My tone was terse and not at all professional. But I didn’t give a shit. Refusing to glance over at the silent pair whose eyes I could feel burning into me, I turned to head out of the door. I staggered to a stop when it opened and Scarlet entered rather gingerly.
“Erm...Harley is here.”
I looked over her shoulder to the cocky bastard behind her. He was good looking, and it was easy to see the man lived inside a gym with the way his shirt clung to his over-worked biceps.
“You were supposed to be here over two hours ago,” I snarled. The asshole didn’t even appear sorry.
He shrugged his shoulders. “My last casting ran longer than expected.” He smirked. “I was a little enthusiastic, if you know what I mean. Besides, I assumed this was more of a formality than an actual interview.”
Bastard. If there was one thing I hated, it was arrogance.
“Well, the auditions have finished today. You will have to reapply.” I pushed my way through. Scarlet looked resigned. She was more than familiar with my abhorrence for tardiness. Plus, this guy was a class A dickhead.
“You’re kidding, right?” he asked, astonished. I simply shook my head and continued to head down the corridor. “I’m the best in the fucking business,” he shouted.
“Well then, I suggest you learn to tell the fucking time. Everyone believes they’re the best in the business. The difference is I know who the best is, and I employ them; that’s why I have the leading company. You are not worth my time.” I didn’t pause in my pursuit to get to my office. My anger was at an all-time high, and my head was about to explode with pain. When I reached my office, I sighed in relief and went straight to my bathroom, slamming the door. It always felt great to slam a door, but I regretted it as soon as the noise echoed around the small room.
“Motherfucker,” I muttered, as I sat down on the toilet seat and held my head in my hands. Not much time could have passed before the door opened and closed quietly. I lifted my head when I felt the presence of another person, expecting to see Samuel, here to give me more shit, but I was a little shocked when Miss Warner was standing before me with her hands full of bottled water. She started lining them up on the counter.
“Here.” She held out her hand with two small white pills. “They were in your desk drawer.” She handed me a bottle, and I took the pills, the ice cold water a welcome relief. She poured some water over my washcloth before kneeling before me. “Migraine?” she asked. I nodded, silently staring at her. She reached out and pulled my head to her shoulder and pressed the washcloth to the back of my neck and insisted I press my wrists to a bottle of cold water. “My mum suffered a lot from migraines. This always helped,” she whispered against my ear. God, she smelt amazing. My body relaxed against her, and I closed my eyes.
“I can’t have helped the situation; I was pretty clueless today,” she uttered quietly. My hands itched to touch her, to drop the bottle and pull her against me. She wasn’t the one who should be apologising. I’d been a total twat to her. The woman should despise me. Her taste was still against my tongue, and I couldn’t let her go. It was a killer to know Samuel got to touch her throughout the day, but more so because earlier he got to make her come, and I was a bystander.
That’s what you like. My annoying inner voice reminded me. And it was true. I did enjoy watching.
“Failed castings happen more often than not. Having sex in the comfort of your own home is far different than fucking on camera. People don’t realise that.”
“That’s true. I’ve certainly never had an audience or had a fluffer called mid-scene to suck my partner off while I applied lube. I was actually beginning to feel sorry for Brady.” She snorted.
A small involuntary laugh escaped me. It was ridiculous I’d gotten so accustomed to it all that I’d forgotten it could be insane at times.
“You should try that more often.” She grinned, running her thumb across my bottom lip. I wasn’t sure when we’d suddenly become so familiar that she felt she could touch me, or that I needed taking care of. Sex muddied the minds of women. I’d had my fair share of women thinking wedding bells after a night of sex. I pushed those types away, so it was a strange thing that I sat here letting her care for me.
“Try what more often?” Because if she was about to suggest letting her into my life, she was sorely mistaken.
“Smile. It suits you. I don’t mean the false ones you send my way. But these, the free lovely ones. It’s much better than the perpetual scowl you wear.”
Something inside me liked that she had noticed, that I wasn’t always an arse. I wasn’t funny like Sam, but I knew how to have fun.
“Don’t let your mind make it into an insult, Mr Stone. I was trying to pay you a compliment,” she goaded, her own breathtaking smile lighting her face. Those perfect green eyes sparkled in the warm light of the bathroom like two precious emeralds. She had insanely long lashes, and I didn't believe they were the false ones so many of the women here wore. Her skin was flawless, not a blemish in sight. Her lips were free of lipstick and had a sensual plumpness to them. Miss Warner was perfection without trying. A natural beauty.
It hit me like a speeding train why I’d denied my friend. I wanted her perfection for myself. I could share her body, watch him pleasure her, but her lips, the intimacy of her mouth, was mine. She was a woman who handed you something with each kiss, and I selfishly wanted everything.
“Why did you kiss Sam? Do you guys...are you two...”
“We were there to pleasure you. You like men together, am I correct?” When she dipped her chin in a small nod, her cheeks bloomed a dusky pink. “Eroticism is our forte. My arousal comes from watching you receive pleasure.”
“Why are you staring at me that way?” Her husky voice was like a physical caress to my senses. My head wasn’t the only thing throbbing.
“How am I staring at you, Miss Warner?”
Her shoulders shook as she shivered; her nipples tightened beneath her shirt, and those bee-stung lips parted.
“Tell me, how am I looking at you?” I cupped her cheek, pressing my thumb to her plump bottom lip and urged her toward me. Our breaths mingled in the close space. Her pulse thumped beneath my fingertips as I stroked her neck.
“I don’t...I don’t know. Like you...” I pressed my lips to her jaw and her voice drifted away as her eyes fluttered closed
“Like I?”
She released a choked gasp as I licked her neck, right over her pounding pulse. Miss Warner really was a responsive little thing. Her hands fisted in my shirt, and for once the creases were the last thing I cared about. I wanted her to ruffle me. I wanted her hands on me. Abigail had a fiery passion inside her I wanted desperately to unleash.
“Like you want me. You look at me as though you could eat me, devour me...you’re the bloody devil, and I can’t resist you.” She half laughed, half rasped.
“Oh, I could definitely eat you, Miss Warner. I could spend hours feasting on you. I wonder, could I make you scream with just my mouth?”
“Yes.”
There was no coy embarrassment. Miss Warner knew what she wanted and expressed it whole heartedly. Pressing my lips close to her ear, I deepened my tone. “I’ve been fingering your lace knickers in my pocket the past few hours.”
She shivered against me, clutching tighter to my shirt.
“Sit on the vanity, open your legs, and show me your bare
pussy.”
Her breath fanned against my ear, tickling the sensitive skin. A few moments passed, and I was certain she would decline. Then she complied, and I groaned in both pleasure and agony. Pressing her hands against the dark wood, she hoisted herself up onto the counter beside the sink and relaxed back against the mirror. She never lost eye contact with me; the defiant confidence in those eyes had my cock straining against my zipper. I mimicked her pose and rested against the back of the toilet. It wasn’t ideal, but for the first time in years a woman captivated me. My mind focused entirely on her.
“Open your legs,” I demanded, my gruff voice a little harsher than I intended. I started to apologise when the words froze in my throat at the sight before me. Miss Warner parted those shapely thighs and bared all to me.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, standing before her and running my hand over her knees. My mouth watered in anticipation because one thing was certain. I would have Miss Warner in my mouth. Her dainty fingers teased me as they made their way down her body. She even stroked my hand as hers slid up her thigh.
“That’s right.” As the throbbing pain in my head continued, I leaned against her and huffed out a breath. “I’m in agony but so fucking horny.”
“Lawson,” a voice boomed from my office. I closed my eyes.
“Please tell me that was a hallucination?” I pleaded, slowly opening my eyes to glance at Miss Warner, but her panicked gaze and frantic straightening of her clothing annoyed me.
“Lawson?” the voice shouted again, the distance making it a little more muffled. I knew he would be heading to Sam’s office in search of me.
“We’ll finish this at a later date, Miss Warner.” I spun on my heel and reached for the door handle when a tentative hand touched my shoulder.
“I...” She cleared her throat and pulled back her shoulders. I loved her fire. “You need to return my knickers.” She held out her hand, and I simply stared at it with a bored expression.