by Alexis Angel
Nadia: Oooooh. There are definitely some sparks there. I love it. So are you looking forward to the sex scene, Chase?
Chase: Absolutely. You?
Nadia: God, I'm so wet right now that I've been sorta fingering myself while we've been talking on air. I'm just lucky the camera only captures up to my tits. Because that's what the viewers are focused on.
Chase: That explains why it smells like sex in here.
Nadia: Yup. Just the thought of seeing Sasha and Kane fuck on the next episode of Manhattan Reign...I mean, it's intense.
Chase: I'm sure every woman in America is doing the same thing as they fantasize about Kane.
Nadia: Want to help me out after the show?
Chase: Absolutely. Let's end it now.
Nadia: You heard him, audience. Time for us to say goodbye and rut like animals backstage as we look forward to the next episode of...
VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign!
18
Sasha
“Next Saturday you’ll be meeting with, uh, some guy named Roberto...And then there’s Andrew on Sunday,” Laurel reads from the notebook balanced on top of her knees. She has her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and, even though she’s already wearing her pajamas, there’s an aura of professionalism about her. Hiring her as my personal assistant definitely helped her get back on track.
“Do I really need to go to these auditions?” I sigh, feeling bad about what I just asked her the moment the words come out of my mouth. She’s been working her ass for me, and here I am ...complaining.
“Sasha…!” She cries out, putting one hand over her chest in a decidedly dramatic gesture. “You’re a rising star! You gotta act now. If you just wait, you’ll end up a C-list actress doing comedy sitcoms that no one cares about. Is that what you want to happen?”
“No, but -”
“But? But?!” She hisses, throwing her hands up in despair. Most times I can tell if she’s being serious or joking, but right now I can’t really tell the difference. “Okay, look,” she continues, and this time I know she’s giving it to me straight. “I know that working on Manhattan Reign is a ton of work, and I know that you’re tired...But the guys I’ve just told you about are big-shot producers. If they like you, and the scripts I’ve pitched them, you might end up working on some movie that makes it to the Oscars. ”
“The Oscars? Aren’t we aiming too high?” I ask her, although I definitely feel the allure of an award like that. But let’s be real for a moment – yeah, I just landed a key role in one of the most critically acclaimed shows on TV, Manhattan Reign, but that doesn’t mean I can make the jump from the TV to the big screen. And I feel so tired from studying my lines that I doubt I’d be able to handle another project on the side.
“Well, maybe,” Laurel finally admits, taking her reading glasses off and tucking them on the collar of her shirt. “But how does that saying go? Aim for the moon and, even if you miss, you’ll end up among the stars.”
“Yes, sensei,” I laugh, teasing her and reaching for one of the pillows on the couch. I throw it at her head and, even though she tries to dodge, this time I hit her straight on the face. “Headshot!” I cry out, and she responds by grabbing a pillow of her own and throwing it back at me.
“Admit it,” she continues, laughing as well, “I’m the best damn assistant you’ve ever had.”
“I won’t argue with you on that one,” I reply. I consider telling her that she has also been the first personal assistant I’ve ever had, but why ruin her mood? She’s been doing great, and I have nothing but good things to say about her work. Sure, eventually she’ll book me so many auditions that my head will end up exploding, but until that happens I’ll just run with it.
“So, what about tomorrow? You’re ready for it?”
“Yeah, tomorrow…” I sigh, biting my tongue. The sex scene between Kane and I is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and I’m a nervous wreck because of it. When I read the script for the first time, I felt nervous about it, but now that I’ve had sex with Kane...Well, I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle a scene like that, you know? I’ll be under the sheets with a man I want, pretending that I’m having sex with him...And that while I know I can’t have him for real.
“You’ll do fine. Besides, you already have some experience under your belt, don’t you?” Laurel asks me, and I look at her so fast that my neck almost snaps.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” she laughs. “C’mon, Laurel, did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lie—or, well, I try to. There’s no way I can fool someone like Laurel.
“Yeah, nice try, girl. There’s a strut to your step, and you act differently whenever you’re around him...Something happened between the two of you, I know it,” she nods, folding her arms over her chest and staring at me with a triumphant smile. “You banged Kane, and now I demand to know all about it.”
“I’m not going to tell you all about it!” I protest, my cheeks feeling as if they’re about to melt off my face.
“Oh, c’mon...At least tell me—is he as big as he seems? Because, you know, he really seems to be packing quite a –“
“Shut up!” I laugh, throwing all the pillows I can grab at her. She raises her arms up in the air to defend herself, and then she starts laughing as well. “Okay! Fine! He’s as big as he seems!” I relent, leaning back against the couch and throwing my head back. I look at the ceiling vacantly, remembering how it felt to have him inside of me, and then I sigh heavily. “But it’s not going to happen again. It was just that once.”
“Good girl, Sasha. Keep your head in the game,” Laurel offers, looking at me as if she’s trying to read the contents of my own soul. “You can’t screw this up...I know Kane’s tempting, but —”
“I know, I know,” I sigh again. “That’s why we agreed on it; no more sex. We’re not going to risk our jobs just because of...something as silly as that,” I say, even though I’m not sure if sex with Kane is such a silly thing. In fact, I dare say it was one of the best moments of my life. “Besides, Alberta’s just looking for a chance to have me fired, and if she knew about this…”
“Yeah, that bitch really has it in for you. Do you want me to punch her? Because, as your PA, that’s something I can definitely do.” Raising her right arm up in the air, she strikes a pose and then squeezes her bicep. “I’ve been working out, you know? Just in case you need me to punch someone.”
“No,” I laugh, “I don’t want you to punch anyone. I just want to forget about what happened between Kane and I, and focus on the task at hand…”
“You know that the task at hand is to pretend-bang Kane, don’t you? First thing in the morning, you’ll be under the sheets with him.”
“Ah, I know…” I sigh, a blend of anxiety and excitement taking over me.
Focus, I think to myself, I need to focus.
19
Kane
Sasha looks at me from where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I can see a strange mix of emotions in her eyes. She’s nervous, that much is clear. But there’s something else. Something that looks a lot like desire. Directed at me. And I’m pretty sure she isn’t trying to get into character.
The nerves win out and she looks away, scanning the soundstage. I lean back on the bed with my hands clasped behind my head and do the same. There aren’t a lot of people around right now. Significantly less than any other scene we’ve filmed together. In fact, I think the only other times I’ve shot scenes with this few people watching have been when it was a scene like today’s.
A sex scene.
And not just any sex scene, but Sasha’s first ever. It’s pretty cool of the director to have a minimal crew for this out of consideration for her. It’s got to be difficult for a woman to take her clothes off in front of a camera for the first time. And then to pretend to have sex? Yeah. Can’t be the best. I mean, maybe it’s lik
e that for some guys. As for me, I don’t really know. I’m not the best sample of the male acting population. I kind of like the sex scenes.
And I’m going to really fucking love today’s. Because it’s with Sasha. And in spite of the fact that we’ve worked hard to keep our hands to ourselves, I’m so fucking excited to get to touch her today, even if it is just for a scene. I hope that doesn’t make me pathetic, but fuck it if it does. This woman has the most rocking body I’ve ever seen—hell, that I’ve ever had—and that one taste just wasn’t enough. I need more of her. And today, I’m going to get it, even if it isn’t quite the way I’d prefer.
You know, alone. Behind closed doors. Actually fucking.
I sit up and reach for Sasha’s hand, closing my fingers around hers. When she turns to meet my eyes, I see the desire outweighing the nerves this time. Good. That will make it easier for her.
“Hey,” I tell her, “it’s okay. I’m a pro.”
She smirks, some of the nervousness fading. “Yeah, I know.” Then she actually winks.
I glance around, but no one is paying us any attention yet. They’re still fucking with the lighting and sound. “Is that how it is then?” I tease. “Because I can definitely show you some of my professional skills if you need a little one-on-one coaching.”
Sasha rolls her eyes, but she smiles in amusement. “Don’t tempt me.”
I fucking knew it. She wants me as badly as I want her. I mean, I was pretty certain about it before, but she all but admitted it just now, right? Fuck, I really do want her. I can’t remember ever being this hung up on a woman before.
Just when I’m about to say something super cheesy, I’m saved by the crew calling out and telling us they’re ready to start filming.
Sasha takes a deep breath and climbs up onto the bed next to me. We’ve already done all the lead-in scenes, so now it’s just the actual sex scene left.
I run my hand up and down her arm slowly as soon as the director calls action, and she breaks out in a shiver. Yeah, she’s definitely not acting.
I lean in and curl my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me, and I kiss her. Slowly at first, building it up. Then I deepen the kiss as her lips part on a sigh, my tongue dipping inside her mouth to tease hers. A soft moan escapes her throat, and I wrap my arms around her tightly, lifting her up and settling her on my lap.
Sasha grinds against me, the thin fabric of her panties doing nothing to hide how wet and hot she is.
Oh, fuck.
How am I supposed to keep this professional when I know how wet she is? For me.
Slowly, I pull her shirt up and over her head so that she’s bared, left in nothing but her thin, silky panties—now completely soaked.
This is going to be a fucking awesome sex scene. Because I’m totally not acting right now, and neither is she. Anyone who sees this scene is going to be in awe because it is that damn sexy. I can just tell.
Rolling her onto her back, I kiss my way down her neck, and then slide my tongue over her rigid nipple. She gasps and jerks in surprise, but then moans in pleasure.
That wasn’t part of the scene. What can I say? I like to improvise. It’ll make good TV. And it will make my girl that much closer to coming. Because I just can’t help myself. I’ve been given an opportunity here. And I’m that bastard who’s happy to take it.
Returning my mouth to Sasha’s, I murmur against her lips. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”
Her hips buck against mine, and I know she wants it too.
Angling myself so that what I’m doing isn’t visible, I continue the motions of the sex scene for the cameras. But between the two of us it’s a different story; I slip my hand between her legs and slide my fingers through her slick folds. Fuck, her pussy is so wet. I just want to bury my hands, my face, my cock, everything inside of her and stay there forever.
Circling my thumb over her swollen clit, I listen as her breath comes faster. She’s panting as she claws at my back and shoulders, and her bucking hips are going to make this sex scene one of the best I’ve ever shot. There'll be no faking this orgasm. Not on my watch.
I vaguely hear the director give some feedback on how the scene is going, something about the climax, and that’s my cue.
I thrust two fingers deep into Sasha’s wet heat and she cries out, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes so fucking hard that it’s all I can do not to pull my cock out and drive it home right this second.
I barely restrain myself, and when Sasha comes down from what I think was a pretty mind-blowing orgasm, I pull my fingers out and surreptitiously lift them to my mouth, giving her a sly wink as I lick them clean.
She half-gasps, half-whimpers, and I know then that I can’t do this. I have to have her.
The director calls out, telling us what a great job we did. “You both have a break until late afternoon. Great shoot.”
Before I can say anything to Sasha, she’s up off the bed and headed toward her dressing room.
Shit.
I hope I didn’t royally fuck things up. I get up from the bed and follow her. There's only one way to find out.
20
Sasha
I have no idea how I could even let that happen. That was almost too much. He shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have come. Oh my God. I came on set. I mean, it was kind of hot, but it was too much. I need to clear my mind. I need to get out of this building.
I get dressed, grab my purse, and step outside. I just want to get out of here right now. And I really don’t want to see Kane.
I’m walking quickly to the service elevator. I want to be out of here and slipping out this way will be the easiest and most secretive. I’m less likely to run into anyone here.
I get to the elevator and press the button. Lucky for me, the doors open right up. I get on and turn around. As soon as I press the button to take me down, I spot Kane. It’s too late before I can stop it, he slides right into the elevator and it starts to move with him on it.
“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice is seductive and full of lust. It’s hot and I know I’m more turned on than I want to admit.
“I need to get out of here and clear my head,” I say.
“Oh yeah?” he says. His hand slams on the emergency stop button and it comes to a halt lurching me forward and into him.
The desire is instant. I feel his hard cock pressed against my leg, my hard nipples are rubbing against my bra. My panties are wet.
Our mouths collide, crashing into each other. Our tongues encircle one another. I feel the movement of his mouth match with mine. His hands are on my body, my arms around his neck. He’s pressing into me more and now I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me.
“You know it was fucking hot,” he says.
I nod. “It was.”
“You love it when I finger you,” he says and slides his hands into my panties, his finger finding my pussy hole and making its way inside.
“Uh,” I moan. “Oh. Oh. Oh. OH fuck.”
My moans sound so hot and needy, and so desperate for release. I want his cock and I want it now. His other hand makes its way to my tits and he squeezes them. I feel his hand go inside of my bra and begin to tug and pull on my nipples.
I’m getting close again. I can’t believe it. I just had an orgasm. I can’t be about to have another one. Can I? Can I handle it? My answer is him pulling his hand out of my panties. I’ll have to wait and that’s okay with me. It'll make my orgasm better.
He gets on the floor on his knees. He pulls my pants and then my panties down.
Is he going to eat me out? Oh my God. He’s definitely going to eat me out. Oh fuck. I love oral. I hope he’s good at it. My thoughts are flooding me. I need to shut my brain off.
His mouth goes to my clit.
Oh fuck. Okay. Yeah that feels fucking amazing.
I put my hands on his head, his tongue is moving up and down my clit. He’s going slowly and it feels good, but I want
more. I want him to lick it harder.
I push his head just a little and he presses his tongue into me.
Oh my God. That’s it. He’s fucking good at this too. Oh fuck.
He’s moving his tongue in small circles around the tip of my clit.
“You like that?” he asks. He puts his mouth back on me and licks me faster. First in circles and then he flicks it back and forth. Then back to circles. Then up and down. Then back to circles.
Wait. What’s that he’s doing now? Oh my God. He’s doing the alphabet. I thought that was just a myth. Holy shit he’s so fucking good at that.
“Don’t stop,” I say.
I can’t help it, but I’m grinding my pussy against his face. I think he likes it because he starts to lick me harder. A hand slides up my leg and it gives me chills. My legs tremble. I feel him slide a finger into my pussy. He’s eating me and fingering me at the same time and it’s fucking amazing. It feels so good and it’s intense. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going.
Fuck I’m getting so close.
“Don’t stop,” I say again.
He starts sucking on my clit. He’s licking it, sucking it, and fingering my pussy. All at the same tempo. All at the same time. It’s crazy intense. Crazy overwhelming. I’m getting closer and closer to that edge. I’m about to come.
I squeeze my eyes shut and run my hands through his hair.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I’m moaning. And I’m moaning loud. I know no one can hear us in here and I want to let my inner freak go this time. I want him to know how much I really love what he’s doing to me. I can’t get enough of this feeling. The way he’s pleasuring me. The way his finger moves in a “come here” motion. The way his tongue feels, and the way my pussy feels. It’s all so amazing, so overwhelming, and I’m at that point where I just need one small push to push me over the edge. I need it. I need to find my release.