by Jordan Marie
“You’ve been a basket of sunshine today. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman call me moron so quickly before,” he says.
“Well to be fair, you’ve deserved it plenty of times in the past,” Aden adds in. Gavin flips him off, which makes Aden laugh.
If I wasn’t upset over having yet another shirt ruined, I’d laugh too. Instead, I focus my anger on Gavin. How dare he accuse me of being the problem here. I wonder how happy he’d be if I dumped coffee on him twice in one day. Maybe I should. I could dump it right on his head.
“Are you honestly trying to chastise me right now?” I ask, still not quite believing it.
“I’m not doing anything to you, lady. It was an accident—”
“An accident that you caused!”
“Fine, I admit it, but still—”
“Not once, but twice.”
“Twice?” Aden asks.
“Yeah, this morning when I was texting you. You know the texts you ignored?” Gavin mutters.
“You shouldn’t text and drive,” Aden admonishes, and winks at me. I really do have to fight a grin now.
“I was walking,” Gavin yells.
“Same difference,” Aden says easily, which earns him a jab in the ribs by Gavin’s elbow.
“Listen—”
“You could have seriously injured me! All because you were texting on your phone and not paying attention to what is around you—who is around you. What if my coffee had been hot? Burning hot. Not once, but twice! So yes, all signs are pointing to the fact that you are a moron.”
“I really don’t think she likes you Gavin,” Aden says.
“Casey! That’s enough! I’m sorry Mr. O’Leary, obviously Ms. Langley has forgotten her place.” This comes from Michelle who is over the hair, makeup and wardrobe departments and who is sadly my immediate supervisor. “I will of course reprimand her, accordingly.”
My day keeps getting better and better.
“Listen,” Gavin starts, but I cut him off.
“Reprimand me? This makes the second shirt he’s ruined today! He nearly ran me over and—”
“That’s enough Ms. Langley. I’ll talk to you in a moment,” Michelle interrupts. She’s not even bothering to look at me though. She has her eyes glued on Gavin and I know that look. I know because I’ve seen all kinds of girls give it to Gavin when we were younger. Hell, I even gave him that look.
“Don’t bother,” I sigh. “I’m out of here.”
I walk around them, having had more than enough today. I admit quitting is a bit dramatic but between this, and having to face Gloria next, I’m pretty much done.
“Wait! I don’t want to cause a problem here,” Gavin starts, but I cut him off.
“It’s much too late for that dude,” I tell him, walking away.
“Dude?” he asks, his voice sounding strange. My heart speeds up, but I ignore it and keep walking. “Dude!” he says again. “Moth-girl! Is that you?” he asks and I stop mid-step.
“Moth-girl? I don’t think that’s the way to win her over man. Your game is slipping,” Aden says. I take a breath and keep walking away.
It’s the safest bet I have.
4
Gavin
I watch as she walks away. I’ve thought about this girl more than a few times over the years. It was a moment out of time and I know it didn’t mean a lot, but I really enjoyed the conversation we had. I enjoyed being around her and I’ve always regretted that we didn’t get our kiss. It’s her. Years and years later and she’s here. What’s more is that the reality of her is better than the memory that’s stayed with me. If I’m going to be totally honest, I’ve kept her in my mind as the golden pussy. The one that got away, the one that I knew would be the sweetest fuck I had ever had. I’m a romantic like that.
Never in the twelve years that have passed since that night did I imagine I would actually see her again. I figured she was off driving a minivan with kids, a nine to five husband, living in suburbia hell—or whatever normal people do in life. I sure as hell didn’t figure I’d see her again and have her calling me a moron.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” Aden laughs.
Aden and I have been best friends since college. Actually he, Titan and I have all been extremely tight. We played football together in college. Well, Titan and I did, Aden had already graduated, but he would come by the team for workouts, help out the coach with tips on our training and other shit. The coach used Aden as a great recruiting tool. Not many schools have a professional helping them with training. Aden was cool though, his ego never got in the way. We instantly clicked and a friendship was born between the three of us. The only difference between us is where football took us in life. I blew out my knee, Aden decided he hated the game and wanted to write, and Titan went on to be one of the best quarterbacks ever to put on a jersey. Through all the ups and downs we’ve remained close. Right now however, I wish he wasn’t here.
“What are you going on about?” I ask, still staring out the door, still ignoring Michelle.
“A girl who doesn’t like you,” Aden laughs.
“That’s not true,” I start, but Aden interrupts me again—as only an asshole can.
“Yeah, you’re right. She hates you,” he says with a smirk.
“Bullshit. She just hasn’t gotten to know me yet,” I grumble.
“Well regardless, she has no right to talk to you like that. Makeup artists are easily replaced, despite who asks for them. I’ll go make sure she leaves,” Michelle says.
Fuck! I forgot Michelle was even here. I look in the direction that Moth-girl ran. The last thing I want to do is be the reason she gets fired. I know Michelle is doing it to impress me. I should have never slept with her on the set of the last movie we worked on together. I knew not to. I only mess with girls who know the score and Michelle has clingy written all over her. In my defense, I was really drunk that night or it never would have happened. I was actually so drunk I’m surprised it happened at all, but that’s another story.
“Shit. I have to fix this,” watching as Michelle follows in the direction Moth-girl ran.
“Fix what? Getting an innocent girl fired? Let it go. She’ll find another job,” Aden answers.
“This job has turned you into an asshole,” I mutter.
“You’re only being bitter because you found a girl who won’t sleep with you,” he says, leaning against the wall, looking bored. Then again, Aden always looks bored these days. He hates acting. He came here to be a writer and a director, but his movie star good looks landed him in front of the camera. He thought that would springboard him into what he wanted to do, but so far it hasn’t worked out that way—which is a shame. Aden has real talent. Even if he is an asshole.
“Come on she’s upset with me, but she’d definitely sleep with me,” I joke, but I’m not sure.
“Want to bet on it?” Aden asks.
“Bet on it?”
“Yeah. I’ll give you two weeks. If you haven’t got her in your bed by then, I win. If you do, well then, I lose and you definitely win,” Aden smirks.
It’s an asshole thing to do, for sure. But, since Moth-girl has always been the one that got away and I’d really like the chance to see if her pussy is better than all the others, I find myself agreeing.
“What’s the stakes?” I ask, eyeing him.
“What do you want them to be?”
“I win, you take a break from Hollywood and finish that damn screenplay you’ve been working on and quit fucking around with shit that makes you miserable.”
Aden looks me over. His face tightens. It’s a throw down between us, not really a bet. He’s been waiting for someone to give him the opportunity to do something he loves, instead of taking the bull by the horns. Hollywood is slowly killing him. He hates everything about being in front of the camera and it’s starting to show.
“Fine. And if I win—”
“You won’t,” I tell him.
“If I win, you sell that da
mn truck and buy a new one.”
I laugh, because there’s no way I’ll lose, but I reach out and shake his hand, making the bet. I was already going to get Moth-girl between the sheets. Now, I’m merely kicking my buddy in the ass too—a public service really.
“It’s a bet, and you better figure out where you’re going to disappear to for a few months,” I joke.
“You can even decide that, if you win. Which I doubt seriously.”
“It’s already done, man.”
“Then you might want to go make sure Michelle has Moth-girl’s address.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’d say Michelle’s had enough time to have her fired and escorted off the premises by now,” Aden laughs turning around and leaving.
Shit! I go through the opposite door from the one Aden exited. He’s going back to the set. Me? I have to try and avert a disaster. I round the corner as Michelle taps Moth-girl on the shoulder, turning her around.
Thank God for small favors.
“It is you!” I exclaim when the Moth-girl turns around. I can see it now. It nagged at me earlier on the street, but now I can see it clearly. She’s changed over the last twelve years. Her body has gotten rounder, softer, definitely more womanly. She looked good before, but now her curves could make a man beg. Her hair isn’t quite as red, it has strands of gold and darker hues woven in it. I can’t tell if that’s natural or man-made, but whichever it is, it’s a really good look.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she says, watching my face closely. She’s searching for something, but I have no idea what.
“Did you know it was me this morning?” I ask, wondering why she didn’t tell me.
“Gavin, I’m glad you’re here. I was about to order Casey off the premises,” Michelle says, and I can feel her gaze on me, but I ignore it. I’m focusing on the red-haired beauty in front of me. I may have underestimated how perfect her lips were before. I wonder how they’d feel if I ran my tongue along them. I’m sure she’d be sweet…
Would she taste like cherries or peaches?
“I’ve always known who you are Gavin. You’re the one who never knew me,” she answers and something about the way she words her reply intrigues and bothers me at the same time. I watch as her tongue comes out and runs nervously along the bottom of her lip. She bites into the corner of the tempting morsel, worrying her lip while inadvertently making it swell. Would my dick have the same effect on her if I pushed it in her mouth hard and forceful?
Fuck!
I bet she tastes like strawberries. Tart, sweet and bursting with flavor on the first bite…
“Gavin? Should I have security take over with Casey, while we discuss your needs for the next scene?” Michelle asks.
“Casey. It’s a pretty name,” I reply, but I’m talking directly to the redhead who has no idea the amount of torture her mouth is putting me through.
“It’s always been the same,” she shrugs. “Anyway, I’m out of here,” she says, turning back around to leave.
“Wait up…Casey. Aren’t you supposed to do my makeup?” I ask, taking the few steps to get to her rather quickly.
“Gavin, honestly—”
“Michelle, nice seeing you again. Casey and I are old high school buddies. We were only kidding around. I’m delighted she’s here! Great hire. I’ll be sure to tell Edwin about your great eye for talent,” I call over my shoulder, naming the man that Michelle reports to. I see Casey’s eyes dilate slightly.
“You really are smooth,” she laughs.
“All over. You want to feel?” I ask her, only half joking.
“Uh…I think I’ll pass.”
“You shouldn’t fight it, eventually you’ll give in.”
“You’re unbelievable,” she laughs.
“If I had a dollar for every time a woman said that to me,” I grin at her.
“You do realize that I’m still pissed off at you for walking into me again, right? That’s not even mentioning the fact you almost got me fired?”
“I realize you want to be pissed off, but I don’t think you are.”
“Seriously?” she argues, as we make our way to the small room, where I assume she works because there’s a table, mirror and lots of makeup everywhere. It seemed a safe assumption, until she walked into an even smaller room that’s connected. I start to follow her, but before I can she looks over her shoulder and her gaze pins me. “Do not follow me.”
“Afraid to be alone with me in tight spaces?” I joke, giving her a leering look, that wasn’t hard to fabricate since her wet shirt is molded to the large globes of her tits. It should be illegal for a woman to be that stacked.
“With the way you’ve tried to kill me twice today? You bet your ass,” she says, shaking her head. I stand off to the side, not following her, but standing so I can still see her, too. She yanks her shirt over her head. I fight a whimper from escaping—a mournful whimper, because all I can see from this angle is her back. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful back. It’s sun-kissed, delicate, smooth and definitely looks soft to the touch. If she would turn around however, I know I’d see those tits and that image would sustain me the rest of my life. Or at least until the next woman came along.
She turns a little to the side and I can see a glimpse of round, creamy flesh through pale lavender lace, I can’t help but think she might stay with me a little longer than the women before her. That could be trouble.
“Words hurt, Moth-girl,” I joke, which was probably another mistake because she turns, yanking her new t-shirt down and hides her boobs from me—which is cause for immediate sadness.
“Were you watching me change?” she asks in disbelief.
“I had to make sure you didn’t get burned.”
“I told you the coffee was cold.”
“I had to make sure. I couldn’t have lived with the guilt if you were lying, all because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”
“I don’t really know what to say to that,” she says, shaking her head.
“It’s okay. I barely saw your tit.”
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
“And there was no nipple action.”
“Nipple action?”
“Yeah, which was disappointing,” I tell her, walking towards her.
“Disappointing?” she asks, her eyes going wide.
“Yeah, because now I can’t help but wonder if your nipples are brown or pink,” I tell her the God’s honest truth.
“Did you really just say that to me?” she laughs.
“And it’s really bothering me, Casey,” I continue, advancing until I’m standing right in front of her and there’s barely two inches between us. I need to know if she’s immune to me, it hasn’t happened too often—but it has happened. I find that I definitely don’t want it to happen with Casey.
“You are insane, is this something new? Or were you like this all those years ago, and I didn’t realize it?” she laughs, but she’s not fooling me. She takes a step back and maybe she would have taken more but she’s against the wall now. Her pupils are large, and she’s nibbling on the side of her lip again. I’m bothering her, and I can see a nipple pebbled against her shirt. I’m bothering her in all the best ways.
“I’m being serious. You’re going to haunt me now until I get an answer.”
“What answer is that?” she asks, and I don’t think it’s my imagination when her breath hitches in her throat. I lean in close, holding my hands on the wall above her head, pinning her in. I resist pushing my body against hers—barely.
“I need to know what color those nipples of yours are,” I tell her in a whisper, my eyes zeroed in on her mouth.
“God! I can’t believe that man!” Gloria storms in slamming the door. I hold my head down. I really hate that woman. I hated her for what she did to my buddy Aden and now I could willingly choke the life out of her. If she had waited another five minutes to show up, I would have had Casey’s mouth. Instead she ducks under my arm and walks towar
d Gloria.
“Are you ready for your makeup?” Casey asks, and as annoyed as I am, I still smile when I hear the breathless quality in her voice.
I look down to see how noticeable the cock-stand in my pants is. It feels like the zipper of my jeans is cutting into my flesh. There’s not much I can do about it, besides it looks like I’m a well-endowed man—which hey, I am. It doesn’t scream, “My balls are about to explode.” Which hey—they are.
“Good Lord. Who let you in here?” Gloria says, when I slowly turn around. One look at her and my hard-on begins to ease. God, she really is a rich bitch.
“Aren’t you starring in the movie?” Casey asks, confused. I turn to look at her surprised. It’s weird. My hand drifts up to touch the rather large scar that runs from my temple down to my chin, because she clearly thinks I’m part of the main cast.
“Starring? My word, Gavin. What lies have you been feeding the poor girl?”
“Gloria, sweet as ever, I see. I told Aden he was insane to get you this job.”
“That’s rich coming from you. I bet he’s the one that got you hired too,” she says, her face going into a smile that looks wrong on her face—wrong and hideously cold.
“Yeah well, at least I didn’t have to suck his dick to get the job—or the dick of the director,” I return.
“You bastard!” she screeches.
“See you later, Casey,” I say giving her a wink, and leaving an irate Gloria fuming behind me. It’s not a kiss, but pissing off Gloria is its own kind of pleasure.
Besides, I’ll find Casey again soon…and when I do…
5
Casey
“Hey!” Gavin yells, as I run into him. We’re standing outside of the local Starbucks, Gavin coming out of it, and me going inside. This time when we collide things are different. I don’t have a drink pressed to my chest—thank God, but the most noticeable one is that it’s not Gavin’s fault this time. This one is all on me.
He reaches over and steadies me by holding my arms.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I was in a hurry.”