“Sweet, well I'll let you know when it's up and running,” he said, “God, it's warm in here isn't it? I hate these tiny trailers.”
If this trailer was tiny then I really wanted to know what a big one looked like. I would have been perfectly happy to live in here by myself. I'd have more room than I had in my own apartment. “Yeah, it's pretty warm in here.”
“Anyway, what are you doing hanging out with a guy like Dane?” he asked suddenly. I wasn't quite sure how to answer. I didn't know myself. I couldn't exactly tell him that this was all a one night stand that had gotten out of control. Could I?
“We're friends,” I said. It seemed like a safe bet. Actors probably took their friends to movie shoots all the time.
“Friends? That's new. I didn't know Dane had female friends,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. I felt hugely uncomfortable. It sucked knowing how much Dane's reputation proceeded him.
“He does. At least, he has one.”
“Right. Great, that's really cool,” he tilted his head to one side, “Sweetheart, do you mind if I give you some advice?”
“Sure,” I said, though I resented being called sweetheart. At least when Dane called me pet names he knew how obnoxious he was being. It was a deliberate way to tease me. Mark was just patronizing.
“You're a really pretty girl and I can see why you'd get swept up with a guy like Dane. He's a movie star, he's good looking, whatever. But you're wasting your time if you think you'll get anywhere with him. I've worked with this guy and I've seen him in action. He has no respect for women at all,” he leaned in closer to me, “To tell you the truth, most actors aren't very intelligent. I can't imagine that you two have very stimulating conversations together.”
Oh god, was he serious? Dane was a lot of things but he wasn't just some brainless actor. He was smart. No, he wasn't exactly a gentleman but he was totally disrespectful. He had been kind enough to take me in after all the paparazzi drama. He wasn't all bad.
I edged away from Mark and saw a pronounced tent in his pants. He didn't even try to cover it up. “We're just friends,” I said.
“You need someone with a bit more substance,” he said, “You've got a brain, you're creative. You need someone on the same page. Don't you?”
“Um...” I was looking at the door now, wondering if I should excuse myself to go for a pee.
“I think we could do some really great shit together if you wanted to. I could direct, you could star,” he said, before remembering, “Well, you could design the costumes too. I bet you'd look great in a tiny flapper dress.”
He was looking at my legs now. Jesus Christ, was there any way to shoot this guy down. “You're right, it is too hot in here. I might go outside for a bit,” I said desperately. It was too late.
This guy had seen what he wanted and he was going to get it. Without warning, he took my face in his clammy hands and kissed me hard on the lips. I struggled but he was forceful, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. It made me feel sick.
Though I tried my best to pull away he took this as me being playful and held on tighter. It was only when his hand reached for my breast that I slapped it away.
“No,” I said firmly, “No, we're not doing that.” He rolled his eyes.
“I thought you wanted to be a big star?” he said. Jesus, the guy had the listening comprehension of a two year old. I shook my head.
“I don't. Especially not if I have to do that,” I said. He just laughed at me. “Playing hard to get, huh?”
Before I knew what was happening he was kissing me again. It felt there was no point in fighting back. This guy refused to take no for an answer. So I let him kiss me, hoping to god that he'd have to come up for air soon and that I could run out of the trailer.
That didn't happen. Instead, the door opened just as we were pulling apart. It was Dane.
“Oh, hey man,” said Mark, wiping his mouth, “You done rehearsing?”
Dane nodded slowly, his eyes practically burning holes in the walls. He was mad. Really mad. “That's great,” said Mark casually, “Meet you on set in about twenty minutes? Thanks buddy.” He patted Dane on the back and left the trailer, leaving the two of us alone together.
“It wasn't what it looked like,” I said softly. “I don't care what you do!” he snapped.
Dane
This was why I didn't do love. It wasn't like in the movies when you meet a beautiful girl and the two of you just fit together. If that was the case everyone would find their true love at twenty five and lead fulfilling lives in the suburbs. Fat chance. Real life was different. In real life people weren't on the same page. People, especially fickle and what they wanted with life could change at the drop of a hat. My parents had been married for sixteen years and never had an argument, but my Dad decided to run off with his secretary and that was the end of that. Falling in love just seemed like a massive gamble to me. It wasn't a risk I was willing to take.
Still, why did it have to be Mark? It could have been any other person in the world and I would have been cool with it. I would have congratulated Savannah and told her I'd see her around. Then I'd move on and fuck someone else. It would have been simple, but the thought of her with that creep turned my stomach. How could she let him touch her like that? It was disgusting.
Savannah tried to make conversation with me for the remainder of our time in the trailer but I couldn't even humor her. I told her that I needed complete silence if I was going to remember my lines. It was partially true.
“All right but Dane, you have to understand,” she started but I put my hand up. “Total silence.”
“I didn't want to kiss him!”
“Total silence,” I repeated, “And I don't give a shit what you do.
”I wished that was the truth.
After the silence became too much for even me I told Savannah that I was going to set now. She got up to follow me.
“You can't come. It's a closed set,” I said. It was true, we didn't tend to film sex scenes with every crew member watching. It was usually just the people who needed to be there. However, I was Dane Reynolds. If I really wanted Savannah on set they weren't about to say no to me.
“Oh, so what should I do?” she asked. “I don't know, have a nap or something.”
I closed the trailer door behind me before she could say anything else. It was surprising to me that she didn't argue. I guess I was kind of hoping that she would. Obviously she felt bad, though she had no reason to. She was single and she was as entitled to do what she wanted as I was. I just wished she hadn't done it in front of me.
I thundered onto set in such a way that the whole crew looked at me nervously. I wasn't great at hiding when I was pissed off.
The set was a bedroom, complete with balcony and fake New York night sky. Mark was talking to a member of the camera crew but as soon as he saw me he came over.
“Hey buddy, how's it going? You ready to get started here? Chrissy's in make up, but she shouldn't be too long,” he said. He peered around me, “Where's Savannah?”
“It's a closed set.”
“Yeah but there'd be no problem having her here, you know that,” he said. It took everything I had not to punch him in his smug little face.
“She's not interested,” I said, “She'd rather stay in the trailer.” Mark smirked.
“Yeah, that's fair. She's probably feeling a little embarrassed,” he said. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.
“Embarrassed about what, Mark?”
Mark's pale skin reddened slightly. It was sickening to think of his pale clammy hands touching her beautiful skin. He lowered his voice and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“We got kinda carried away in your trailer. Not cool, I know,” he said, “I should have asked first. You guys aren't exclusive, are you?”
In that moment I wished more than anything that I could say yes and wipe that smug smile off of his face.
“No, we're not,” I said. Mark nodded, grinning at me.
“A girl like that's too good to keep to yourself. God damn it, did you see the way her tits looked in that dress? I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I'm not gonna lie, when you came in I felt like I was gonna kill you. I was so close to hitting that,” he said. This was not what I wanted to be hearing. Mark and I weren't buddies. I could barely stand him on a good day but I certainly didn't want to hear him talk about Savannah like that.
“I wouldn't be so sure. She's pretty picky,” I said. Mark patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, those kind of chicks always are. But it's OK, I got a way in,” he said. A way in? What, did he think his money would help him get into Savannah's panties? Yeah, right. She wasn't that kind of girl. It took more than that to woo her.
“Money?” I asked, raising one eyebrow, “Cos she doesn't care about money. It won't make her like you if she doesn't already.”
Mark sniggered.
“No man, not money. This is genius. I wanted to give myself a high five just for coming up with it. She tells me she's into making clothes and whatever...” he started.
“Designing,” I interrupted.
“Yeah, isn't that what I said? Whatever. Anyways, get this. I told her that she could design for my next movie. I made some shit up about it being set in the twenties or something and she lapped it up. If you had waited a few more seconds she would have been sucking my dick!” he said, between breathless laughter. It took a moment for me to take it all in.
“So, what you're saying is that you lied to her?” I said. That shit eating grin didn't even flinch a bit. “Yeah, but alls fair in love and getting pussy, right?” he nudged me. That was it. It happened so damn quickly. It was only when I heard people screaming that I realized what I had done. I'd shoved Mark to the ground and punched him several times in the face. I had to be pulled off by security and escorted out of the place to cool off.
I glanced back and saw Mark holding onto the side of his head and moaning. I'd done the right thing.
Savannah
“We're leaving,” Dane burst into the trailer, interrupting my nap. I'd somehow managed to fall asleep on the bed, despite how worried I was. I sat up to see Dane's t-shirt stained with blood. “Jesus Christ, what happened?” I exclaimed, “Was this part of the movie?”
He shook his head and began to gather up his things. “Nope.”
“Jesus, what happened? Are you OK?” I asked.
“I'm fine. Mark may or not be dead though, so we better get moving,” he said.
“Dead?” I yelled.
“I'll explain in the car.”
Suddenly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in all my years on earth burst into the the trailer. It was Chrissy Jones, dressed in a seductive black silk gown, her dark hair flowing in caramel waves past her breasts. The only thing that ruined the picture were her blood stained hands.
“Chrissy, don't start shit now. We're leaving,” said Dane. Chrissy closed the trailer door and stood tall against it, her slender arms folded.
“I don't think so,” she said, “I don't know what the fuck you called that, Dane Reynolds, but I call it fucking up a movie. I don't want to have to re shoot all this stuff with another actor, but you can't beat our director to death. It's just not good.”
“To death?” I squeaked. I squeaked again when Chrissy looked at me. I wasn't a lesbian but if I had to chose a girl to go gay for, Chrissy Jones would be number one on my list.
“Don't worry honey, it's just an expression. He just lost a few teeth. He'll be fine,” her voice switched from gentle back to aggressive, “But this fucker could have killed him. What the hell was that about you stupid son of a bitch?”
“I don't have to discuss this with you. I quit. I don't give a fuck about my contract. I'm not working with that fucker on this piece of shit movie. It's not like I need the money,” he said. He turned to me, “Savannah, are you coming with me or are you gonna stay here and stare at Chrissy some more?”
I got up, feeling my skin flushing. The last thing I wanted was for her to know what an adoring fan that I was. Dane had made it clear how irritating that would come across.
“All right, we can go,” I said. Chrissy reluctantly moved aside and let Dane pass. He stormed out without giving either of us a second glance. I gave her an apologetic smile and was about to make my way out when she grabbed my wrist.
“What?” I asked. Her hand was so soft. She probably used creams that cost most than all of my cosmetics combined. Even so, her grip was firm.
“He's crazy about you,” she said, “He might not want to say it, but he is. Don't let him treat you like shit.”
“Oh,” I said, blushing even more. Had he said something? “Thank you.” She let go of my wrist.
“No problem. I love your dress, by the way,” she said. I thanked her again and ran to the limo, her words repeating in my head. He hadn't said that, of course. She was just being sweet. Dane didn't have a romantic bone in his body.
A girl could dream.
Chapter Nine
Dane
Savannah kept asking me and asking me why I'd punched Mark. The truth was, I didn't have a solid answer. He was a complete son of a bitch, but I worked with people like that all the time. Somehow I'd managed to avoid beating the shit out of any of them until this point. Mark had just pushed me too far.
I kept telling her that I felt like it, but that wasn't good enough.
“What do you mean you felt like it? That's fucking stupid, Dane. He could sue you!” I shrugged.
“So? Let him sue me.”
He'd have to sue me for quite a bit if he expected to a make a dent in my income. Fuck, even if I ended up back being a broke nobody it would be worth it. I just did not give a flying fuck anymore. Savannah pressed the button to raise the partition between us and the driver. We had some privacy now.
“Dane, I didn't want to kiss him.”
“I don't care who you kiss,” I said. I could see her gritting her teeth in frustration at me. It couldn't be helped. It was a frustrating situation.
“I didn't want to kiss him,” she repeated, “He kissed me and I couldn't get him off of me.”
“Did he tell you you could do costume design for one of his movies?” I asked. Those big green eyes widened.
“Yes,” she said softly, “How do you know?”
“I just do. Look, there's one could thing that came out of this. The tabloids are probably going to be talking about this now instead of us,” I said, “So I think you can go home now.”
“What?”
“I know you're worried about work and stuff. I can give you some money to keep you going since it's my fault you got fired, but I really think it's time to leave LA,” I said. Savannah shook her head in disbelief.
“I'm not ready yet,” she said, her voice trembling, “I'm not ready to go back to all that. The paparazzi might be gone but people will be talking and asking questions about me. I can't deal with that, not yet.”
“I think it's for the best,” I said, though my heart hurt as I forced the words out. Saying goodbye meant saying goodbye for good and we both knew it. This love thing was like an infection. I had to amputate the source before it spread any further and ruined everything between us.
“You really think that I would choose him over you?” she said, so softly that I could barely hear it. I made out what she said right away, however. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I don't know,” I said, “Maybe.”
She frowned and a tear spilled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.
“You're such a prick. You can't even see what's right in front of you,” she said. Before I could say anything else she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I resisted at first but I soon fell into the embrace, holding her close to me as we kissed. The softness of her body just felt so good, I couldn't let her go.
I pulled her onto my and ran my hands along the curves of her body as we kissed. More than anything, I wanted to feel her bare s
kin underneath my fingertips.
She pulled away and looked at me intently. The tears were gone now, but her eyes were still a little bit pink.
“Do you believe me?” she asked. I nodded. “I do.”
She took my hands and guided them underneath the soft cotton of her shirt dress. Her skin was just as soft and warm as I remembered. My hands slid up until I found her breasts. I played with them and fondled them gently, causing her to moan softly at the sensation. I loved seeing her get so turned on. To my surprise, she began to unbutton the shirt dress. She did it tantalizingly slowly, revealing herself inch by inch until I was rock hard and she was sitting naked on my lap. Her pale skin was so beautiful. I kissed down her chest and sucked on her pretty pink nipples, drawing out another moan. She pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor, beside her dress. “Fuck me, Dane,” she whispered. I didn't need her to ask me again. I laid her down on the soft leather seat and undid my belt, pulling out my cock. Her eyes lit up at the sight of it.
She opened her legs for me and I lined myself up against her entrance. She had me so damn hard that I just wanted to slam it into that beautiful pussy of hers, but I held on. I forced myself to be gentle and slide in gradually, paying attention to all her tiny whimpers and moans. When she made it clear that she was comfortable I leaned forward and began to move inside her. That familiar, wonderful tightness grasped my cock deliciously as I fucked her. Sex always felt good but it had never felt quite as good before I'd met her. Our bodies seemed to fit together as if they were made for each other.
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