“No, she drove herself to Century City.”
“I thought Biff was chauffeuring her around?”
“No, Cassie’s using my car.”
“She’s driving your Tesla S? Your beautiful new electric car?”
“I’m lending it to her.”
“Ugh!”
“Step inside, Star, and close the door. I really don’t think we need anyone else to be party to any dramatic scene, off-set.”
Star slammed the door and stood there, speechless. What could she say? She wasn’t my girlfriend and had made it clear to me that if I wanted more than a kiss I’d need to practically ask for her hand in marriage. She was a nineteen-year-old who had a crush on me, nothing more, and this whole non-affair needed to be nipped in the bud. Now. Before it got out of control.
“I think you’re being very unprofessional using someone for Continuity who isn’t trained. It’s not an easy job and you’re compromising the quality of this movie by hiring her.”
“Star, Cassie has worked for the BBC and on film sets before. She’s not a complete novice.”
“Why is she calling herself a Continuity Girl, then? Has she no self-respect? Her job title is ‘Script Supervisor.’ I don’t like this air of unprofessionalism. I want to know I can rely on the crew, and that they’re not off fucking my director somewhere.”
Her jealousy was giving me a hard-on. I could smell her; sweet, like jasmine or roses—her eyes fiery; the blue in her irises, greener than usual. Was it true? Did people go green with envy? My lips twitched into a full-on smile. “My director?”
“Yes, you are MY director, Mr. Wild. When the audience is watching this film do you imagine they’ll be saying, What fabulous Continuity? They’ll be talking about my performance. They’ll be discussing the great cast, the fantastic story, but they sure as hell won’t be discussing Continuity over a glass of wine at dinner, trust me, unless of course, Cassandra fucks up, which I’m sure she will because she’s only here because of you, not because she’s dedicated to her job. Then you can watch Skye’s The Limit on The Worst Movie Mistakes of All Time on YouTube and feel ashamed of yourself for having been such an unprofessional jerk! I want that woman gone by tonight. I want her on the next plane home to England where she belongs.”
“Don’t hold a gun to my head, Star. It doesn’t become you.”
“Oh yes, it does become me or I wouldn’t be playing the role of Skye in the first place! Don’t worry, Mr. Wild, if you won’t fire her, I will.” Star still had her hand on the trailer door, ready to make her exit.
“You just can’t stand me having a girlfriend, can you? This has nothing to do with professionalism. You cannot control my life, Star. I’m your director, and you’re a member of my cast. We had a little fun but you made it very clear what your limits are, and I respect that. You’re young and vulnerable, and I simply won’t take advantage. There are a lot of men out there who’d feed you bullshit—promise you all sorts of things just to fuck you and then they’d break your heart. I’m being honest. I’m twenty-six, I’m a bloody sex addict, for fuck’s sake. I’m not going to offer you marriage and babies and spin you a yarn about how we’re destined for each other, when I hardly even know you.”
“Oh, you know me all right—we’re cut from the same cloth. And you do want me: the whole goddamn package. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it! Too weak to give yourself to me a hundred percent because you know you’d fall in love with me and lose control. In fact, you’re already in love with me. Go ahead, fuck that skinny plain-Jane for all I care; it’ll be me you’ll be fantasizing about!” Star opened the door and stepped out of the trailer.
It was hard for me to admit, but what she was saying was close to the truth. “Star, this is ridiculous, please—”
She turned around and locked her eyes with mine. “You can call me Miss Davis from now on. I don’t want you to speak to me unless you’re directing me. Is that clear?” She slammed the door shut and was gone.
I’d direct her, alright. I needed her to do exactly as she was told, for once in her bloody life.
Before she took me over completely.
SHAKING, I PULLED OUT my cell from my prison uniform pocket and realized how ridiculous I must have looked just now, screaming at Jake in this hideous outfit and telling him how much he wanted me. Not.
“Brian,” I said, hearing a wheeze at the other end of the line.
“Star, what a pleasure to hear your voice. What can I do you for?”
“I want the new Script Supervisor—the woman hired for Continuity—fired. Now.”
“The one replacing Susan while you’re all in the Badlands? The English girl, Cassie?”
“Yes, her.”
“She was the only person we could get last minute—Susan has a funeral to go to abroad. Cassie’s filling in for a week.”
“I want her gone, Brian. There’s no telling what could happen otherwise.”
“What are you saying, Star?”
“Rumor has it she does drugs.” I knew I was being cruel but the words came flying out of my mouth.
He laughed raucously. I pictured his huge belly rippling with amusement—he was such a Hollywood producer cliché. “What, little Miss Perfect?” he said with a wheeze, chuckling as he spoke. “I doubt it.”
“Just make it happen, Brian.” I pressed END. I wanted to feel remorseful. It wasn’t Cassie’s fault and I was being a prime bitch. But it was true—I needed her out of sight. The idea of Jake touching her filled me with . . . fury . . . no . . . pain. Whatever it was, it made me nauseous.
I had to make him all mine or I’d go crazy.
I turned around and headed right back to his trailer. Some force was propelling me to do so, although I didn’t know what I’d do when I got there, or what I’d say. Heat rose through me. I was shaking. Indignation. Fury. Revenge. Spite. I didn’t bother to knock. I crashed through the door and was surprised that he wasn’t sitting right there as he had been five minutes before. I could hear the shower going. I locked the door behind me so we wouldn’t be disturbed, ready to give him more hell, and stomped over to the bathroom. I could smell lavender shampoo, or shower gel, which somehow calmed my senses. Then I observed his beautiful, lithe, strong body through the glass shower screen. He was covered in suds, the muscles in his arms flexed as he washed his hair—his stomach lean and hard. Anger morphed into desire and I found myself stripping off my prison costume, right there.
“Hello? Is someone there? Leo? Is that you?” shouted Jake over the rush of water.
I opened the glass accordion door and stood before him, naked. Water was gushing over his head, soap in his eyes, but he turned and squinted at me through the suds. I stepped into the shower and right into his strong arms. He held me close, gripping my body, flush against his.
“Miss Davis,” he breathed into my ear, “what an amazing surprise.” He pinned me against the wall and our mouths swooped together in a frantic rush of need and emotion. My tongue tangled with his; licking, lashing, sucking. I could feel his hardness press up against my stomach—his cock, huge—and I knew that this could be it. This could be the end of my virginity and I didn’t even care anymore. I needed him. I wanted him. And I’d let him have me.
“Mr. Wild,” I breathed into his mouth, “be my director. Tell me what to do.”
“Oh baby,” he said, “you bet I will.”
JESUS I WAS HARD. If Star had been any other girl I would have fucked her arse off, right there. Her tits were round and shapely, all pretty curves and long legs, her tangled hair smoothing down her back with the rush of water, her makeup trickling down her face, streaks of colors—a rainbow running down her front, over her peaked, rosy nipples. I grabbed her worked-out butt, and drew her closer to me as I sucked her tongue and then bit her lower lip gently.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I groaned into her mouth, my hard-on pressing up against her taut stomach. “All I think about twenty-four hours a day is fucking you, Star.”
“It’s huge,” she panted, her mouth parted.
“Grip it hard, baby. Move your hand up and down.”
She did as she was told and it thrilled me that she wanted to please me—tingles shot through my groin right down to my toes—my eyelids half-mast in ecstasy as her hand moved up and down from the root to the tip. “I want you to suck my cock, baby, can you do that for me?”
“It’ll be a first,” she said. Her eyes were wide and innocent, her full lips red and soft, and all I could think of was how great I’d feel inside her warm mouth. “But I want to try,” she added.
“Bend down and take however much of me feels comfortable. If it’s too much just lick it up and down. Like an ice cream or lollipop.” The word ‘lollipop’ made me feel guilty. She was still a teenager and it probably hadn’t been so long ago that she was licking real lollipops. Still, Dick was taking control of my brain and there was no turning back now. My brazen, unstoppable horniness was at the top of the Richter scale.
She knelt down, her wet hair flopping over her head as she tentatively licked the wide head of my cock. Her warm tongue flickered on my crown and I groaned loudly. I didn’t want to force her or intimidate this little kitten. She needed to ‘discover’ me for herself. This was a big deal for a first-timer. I leaned back against the wall and flexed my hips up at her.
“Keep holding on to it, Star. Grip it hard at the base. Tight. Open your mouth and wrap your lips around it. See how huge and rock-hard it is? That’s all for you, baby.”
She didn’t put my cock in her mouth as I’d suggested, but instead, started rimming my swollen crown with her tongue, around and around. I gripped my hand over hers and guided her up and down my cock, slowly at first but then faster and faster.
“Keep doing what you’re doing Star, it feels fucking great.” There was no way I’d ram myself inside her mouth now, nor push down her head, nor demand her to take me to the base of her throat. She was doing just great for a beginner and the last thing I wanted to do was put her off cocks for life by being a jerk. Just her lips on the tip of me was driving me nuts and I could feel the heat build in my groin as I guided her hand up and down, up and down the length of me.
Then she did something unexpected: she took my hand away, grabbed my arse, pulling me closer to her lips, and took most of my cock all the way inside her mouth. That was it. Within seconds I knew I’d explode—my warning last minute—last second. “I’m gonna come, Star—take your mouth away, baby, you may not like it.”
But she sucked on me harder, her eyes closed tight in concentration.
I was groaning as I fucked her hot wet mouth, my fantasy coming true, although I felt bad for her—so many weeks of abstinence all exploding in her innocent, virgin mouth . . . “Star!” I yelled out, my orgasm intense, deep and mind-blowingly powerful. And then the last words in the world I wanted escaped from my lips—words I had no right to be saying: “I love you,” I moaned. “I lo—” and I cut myself short, stopped myself from digging my grave any deeper than it already was.
THERE’S A FIRST TIME for everything, but I had never imagined I’d get so intimate with a man. Jake was huge and although I should have been intimidated by his size, I felt a raw fascination—giving him a blow-job was my way of getting closer to him. I began by just lightly kissing the tip of his erection, but before I knew it, a hunger arose in me; a hunger for power and control. This man was practically weeping with pleasure and it felt incredible.
That’s why I took all of him in my mouth. He was in ecstasy, but at the same time, thoughtful on my behalf—not forcing me, not being the way I had imagined most men would be: overbearing, selfish and greedy. I felt special and revered and it made me want him more. And when he said, “I love you, Star,” the moment was pure magic.
I licked off the last drops around my mouth, savoring the salty warmth that I’d avoided for so many years with other men, because the idea had grossed me out. I looked up through my wet lashes at Jake’s beautiful firm stomach, to his magnificent chest, and finally to his eyes, half-closed, full of sex, lust, and most importantly, love.
“Star, that was incredible.” He took me by the shoulders and raised me up to a standing position—the stretch felt good on my spine. I’d been crouched over him, the water beating down on us and hadn’t realized in my moment of passion—that I’d been pretty uncomfortable. He turned me around so my back was to him and started massaging my hair with shampoo. Nobody had washed my hair since Mom and I’d forgotten how soothing it was; such a gentle gesture of care and love. Simple but pure—an unselfish act—washing someone else’s hair. And boy, did my hair need some TLC after the prison scenes.
“You have such beautiful hair, Star.”
I leaned against him—letting out a long sigh—and gave myself over completely as he massaged my scalp, his firm fingers strong and purposeful—kneading me. Needing me. In that moment I felt that Jake Wild was in love with Star Davis and that we would conquer any obstacles. His girlfriend blip would be rinsed away like the water cleansing off the suds from my hair—he’d laugh about Cassie being fired, and he’d be all mine. It was obvious by the way he touched me; rough enough to show me that I was his possession, and gentle enough to make me know that he’d do anything for me. He was still rock-hard—I could feel his rod against my butt and it was making my belly pool with longing. Jake trailed kisses along the nape of my neck, his thumbs making their way from my scalp downwards, pressing gently into the knotted muscles in my shoulders. I relaxed completely, giving myself over to him.
“You’re so, so beautiful Star, you know that?” Jake breathed into my ear and his words shimmied through me like a soft breeze. He nipped my lobe and my body felt like it was on fire.
His deft fingers worked their way down my back to my waist, to the crease in my butt, brushing past the throbbing inside of my thighs—then they trailed back up to my waist, around my stomach and up to my breasts. I felt my nipples harden with the proximity of his large hands as he teased me—making circles around them; not touching my nipples. I groaned, heat pounding between my legs, silently willing him to do more. When he tweaked each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, a powerful tingle shot straight to my clit. I could sense my wetness—I was ready to let him take me. He was in love with me and that was all that mattered. He’d said the L word and I could feel the power of it in his touch—his need for me; the way he was worshipping my body.
Suddenly he spun me around so my back was against the shower wall, cool against the tiles, only the rising steam between us. He knelt down and sucked on a nipple, drawing it into his mouth, groaning—a feral sound coming deep within his throat, his Adam’s apple pulsing with desire. I trailed my eyes from the taut flexing muscles of his abdomen to the wispy line of fine hair beneath his bellybutton that led to his enormous erection. I felt another surge of wetness in my pussy and an ache I had never experienced before, of wanting a man inside me.
“I’m going to tease your clit, baby—don’t worry, I won’t enter you yet.”
All I could do was moan and he shut my whimpering sounds out with his mouth, his lips on mine, his tongue darting inside, muting my cries. His fingers slipped inside my wetness, one, then two, then three, his thumb circling my clit at the same time, and I writhed against the wall of the shower. He took his fingers out and popped them in his mouth, water gushing over both of us.
“Fuck, you tasty sex-kitten, you.”
“Jake, I love what you do to me,” I murmured, my eyelids fluttering in a carnal stupor.
He crouched down to my level, his legs planted wide, and gripping his huge erection guided it towards my opening. I moaned as he suddenly slapped me with his solid, thick cock. I pu
shed my hips at him. Then he slid his erection up and down my slit, careful not to enter me—literally fucking my clit with his wide, velvety crown. All my emotions were locked between my thighs. Then he changed up the rhythm; slapped my entrance again—where every single cell of my body seemed to be gathered in a riotous clamor—then he drove his erection directly on my clit until I was seeing stars—I was going to come any second.
“I’m not going to fuck you here in the shower, Star. No, baby. I’m gonna make you come and then I’ll take you to my bed where you can get on top of me and ride me.”
He continued to slide his dick up and down my hard nub, every now and then entering me half a millimeter—enough to have every single sensation—pounding, throbbing, tingling, joining together in blissful harmony. I arched my back and gripped onto his shoulders as he continued his teasing, torturous pleasure of rimming, circling, pounding—using his rock-hard erection, not to get himself off, but to pleasure me. A live sex toy—it was driving me wild. Yes, “Wild.”
“You can ride me when we’re on the bed, Star, and control the pace yourself. Dip your hot, tight, pussy on the tip of my cock and let me stretch you open, little by little—your little virgin pussy can control the pace so you don’t get split open by my size.”
His dirty talk was really turning me on—the idea of pure pleasure mixed with a touch of pain had me gasping as he continued to fuck my clit. I could feel the build-up about to explode into a crescendo of emotion. He rammed me once more, and I felt myself coming hard. Really hard.
“Oh, Jake, oh my God!”
I was falling into a thousand pieces.
His mouth was on mine—my climax so intense, rushing through my whole core like a tsunami wave—out of control.
“Tell me you love me again,” I said, urgency in my voice, gripping his scalp with my nails.
But he was silent—just kept kissing me like he hadn’t heard.
“Say those words again you said earlier, Jake—tell me you love me.” Another spasm of orgasm ripped right through me.
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