by Ivy Jordan
“Is this Emily Warren?” the stale voice asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes. This is Emily Warren,” I agreed.
“This is Lola Fernading with Isola Productions. You auditioned for the part of Lucinda for our upcoming movie, Til Death Do Us Part. The casting agents spoke very highly of you, and have decided you’d be perfect for the part. Are you still available?” she asked.
I was bursting with excitement as I gripped my phone so tightly in my hand it hurt.
“Yes. Of course,” I agreed quickly.
“Great. You’ll need to be in our studio tomorrow morning at nine to go over the details of your schedule,” she said quickly.
“Yes. I’ll be there. Thank you,” I said before the woman hung up.
I was in a movie! I was the lead!
I let out a squeal of excitement after hanging up the phone. I forgot all about the nudity, and the anxiety I would experience in a couple hours. I was on cloud nine.
After dressing into a thin sundress, and lathering another coat of lotion on my skin, I headed to Tamara’s studio, hoping to get there way before Josh.
“I got the part,” I announced to my roommate and my friend as I arrived.
Tamara’s eyes widened and her smile tore across her face at the news. “That is amazing!” she exclaimed, gripping my shoulders tightly, and pulling me in for an embrace.
“What’s your schedule?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet. I find out tomorrow. I believe it is a local production, so I shouldn’t be traveling anywhere,” I said, easing her worries about losing her model.
“Just keep me informed if you can’t do this anymore. I understand if you can’t, or even just don’t want to,” she said.
I knew if it weren’t for Josh, I’d probably let her find a replacement.
“Since you’re here early, why don’t you go ahead and let Marcus get you prepped,” she suggested.
Her head motioned towards the tall, flamboyant blond man who’d done my makeup before. Ugh!
“Okay,” I hesitated, lingering at the table filled with croissants and gourmet jellies.
“Go ahead, if you want to be bloated for your scene,” Tamara laughed as she caught me eyeing the food.
“I’ll wait,” I replied with a grin.
Marcus ushered me into a private dressing room where he quickly asked me to strip out of my clothes. I’d never done a nude scene before, but I had promised to be okay with a sex scene in the movie. In my movie!
I slid my shoulder straps from my skin and slowly let the dress fall to the floor around my ankles. My nipples instantly hardened at the cool air-conditioned room, making me feel even more self-conscious. Marcus didn’t show any expression as he stared at my body with intent. “Okay, how’s your downstairs?” he asked.
“Wh-what?” I stammered.
“Have you shaved? Do you have any unsightly birthmarks or bumps?” he asked with an exhausted tone.
“That won’t be shown,” I stated firmly.
“Yes. Well aware of the shoot layout for the day. You will, however, be nude, all the way nude. If you have anything you would like me to hide, I suggest you show me now,” he said with a smirk.
“I am fine,” I said, slipping out of my panties.
I’d never felt so uncomfortable as Marcus knelt down with his face in my crotch. “Turn,” he ordered.
I did.
“You went to the beach, didn’t you?” he asked, rising to his feet once again.
I nodded.
“I hate tan lines. They are so tacky,” he snorted.
He walked away, leaving me nude in the small room, and feeling very self-conscious. I heard Josh’s voice outside the door, causing my pussy to swell between my legs. Marcus returned with a can of bronzer and an air brush. He instructed me to turn, lift my arms, lift my breasts, and hold my hair off my back as he sprayed me to a perfectly even tan. He brushed areas to smooth them, tickling my skin with the bristles. “Open your legs,” he instructed. I did, letting him tickle my swollen flesh with the brush.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to do that at all. “It’s to prevent any lines. You don’t want white lines, do you?” he asked.
I shook my head, and slowly bent over, exposing my ass and everything hidden between my legs to this irritating man. “Perfect,” he said quickly. That was the first nice thing he’d said to me.
“Stay here, and don’t touch anything for at least five minutes,” he ordered, and left me alone once again.
Josh’s voice was deep and sexy as it vibrated through my body from the other side of the door. Excitement rushed through me, knowing I would be in his arms shortly, and he’d get his first glimpse of my nude body.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Tamara yelled through the door with a quick tap on the wood.
“Okay,” I said, my voice shaky and weak.
I gripped the robe left on the hook and wrapped it around my body. My fingers gripped the doorknob, slowly opening it to avoid the upcoming agony for as long as I could. There he was. Josh was so beautiful, so calm. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, one that was barely large enough to cover him from my eyes. Marcus stared in his direction, his tongue pushing across his lips and alerting anyone who didn’t already know that he loved men.
“Hey, stranger,” Josh said with a nervous laugh.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“So, you okay with this?” he whispered.
“I am, if you are,” I replied with a smile.
“I’m going to start with some upper body shots, just to get you two comfortable,” Tamara said.
I nodded and then looked back at Josh. “This is so hard,” I whined.
“No. It really isn’t,” he looked downwards towards his covered cock and laughed.
His joke made me giggle, relaxing me enough to fall into his arms and let my robe fall from my body. I was pressed against him hard, so at least he couldn’t see anything.
Tamara took the shots as we embraced. Our hands caressed one another’s bodies, and that chemistry the client loved so much quickly ignited.
A large bed covered with red silk sheets was our next stop. Josh released me from his grip, stepping back to get his first real look at the soft body that had been pressed against him. He smiled. “Amazing,” he whispered.
I couldn’t resist a quick peek between his legs. His cock fell limp, but still impressive, against his thigh. My eyes lingered for a moment too long, causing it to twitch with excitement. The muscles in his legs were thick and powerful, and as he turned, his ass cheeks looked like two boulders shoved beneath tan, smooth skin. My god!
It wasn’t difficult for Tamara to get the shots she needed. The chemistry between Josh and I was explosive, and for a moment, I forgot that we were on set. His body entangled in mine, the sheet rolling between us, and the feel of his cock hardening against my side made me crazy.
The silk sheets tucked between my legs, protecting me from being entered. I was wet, swollen, and knew the sheets were another item that would need to be washed. How was I going to sneak these home in my purse?
“Thank you, guys. That was amazing,” Tamara said, fanning herself off.
Marcus was in the corner of the room with a clipboard over his crotch. Yeah, we were hot together, everyone could see that.
“I feel like I owe you dinner,” Josh laughed.
“At least,” I teased.
“Why don’t you go home and grab your bikini and then meet me at my house? I’ll prepare dinner, offer you wine, and do all the things I should’ve done before climbing into bed with you naked,” he smiled.
“Yes. That sounds perfect,” I agreed.
He sent me a quick text with his address and then made sure I knew where I was going. It wasn’t far from the haunted house we’d visited, like he said. In Santa Monica, on the beach. Holy shit.
Tamara pulled me aside before I left to tell me how proud she
was of me. I was proud of myself. I thought for sure I’d freeze up, but being in Josh’s arms felt natural, even with the camera snapping pictures.
I arrived at the address Josh had given me a couple hours later. The house was a beautiful stone home nestled deep in the chiseled cliff’s shore. My finger shook as it pushed the doorbell, and my heart raced as the loud ding sounded.
Josh opened the door wearing a tight t-shirt with his firehouse logo and a smile that melted my heart.
“Glad you made it,” he said cheerfully, motioning for me to come inside.
The home was lined with windows, from ceiling to floor. The view was astonishing with the ocean slapping at the sand just past his infinity pool. “Wow,” I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, moving towards the delicious scents coming from the kitchen.
“Starved,” I admitted, realizing I hadn’t eaten at all. I planned on taking a croissant after the shoot, but I was so worked up, I’d forgotten.
“Have a seat. I’ll bring you a glass of wine,” he said, motioning me to the antique mahogany table situated near a large window.
I took my seat, stared out at the view and waited for Josh to bring me the wine I so desperately needed to calm my nerves. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked as he handed me the delicate crystal glass filled with red wine.
“No. It’s all ready. I hope you like scallops,” he said hopefully.
I nodded, sipped my wine, and watched him walk back into the kitchen. Damn, his body had me sweating.
“Dinner is served,” he said with a smile.
I stared at the plate he sat before me in awe. Scallops, seared to perfection, and thin pasta with a pesto sauce. “You can cook, too? Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked.
“That’s just part of the job. We all take turns cooking at the firehouse,” he replied.
He watched me as I took my first bite, and his eyes danced with pleasure at my obvious satisfaction. “This is amazing. You’re amazing,” I said softly.
“You never told me about the part you auditioned for. Did you get it?” he asked.
“I did.”
He quickly scooped me from my seat and held me in his arms. “I never doubted you,” he whispered.
This man was too perfect. I felt my body melting into his strong arms, my heartbeat syncing with his, and suddenly, I realized, he could be serious trouble for my heart.
“Did you bring your bikini?” he asked.
Fuck. I forgot in my rush to get there. It was on the counter; I could still picture it there.
I shook my head, pushing out my bottom lip to pout.
“That’s okay. It’s really private here,” he assured me with a wink.
“Yeah, being nude in private is important,” I laughed.
“I wanted to get you into the hot tub,” he said, a flirtatious edge in his voice.
That sounded amazing. I could use a hot soak, especially with a scorching-hot man beside me. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll pretend I forgot my suit, too,” he chuckled.
Yes. That makes me feel so much better.
Josh grabbed the bottle of wine, and both of our glasses as he led me through the large patio doors. The sun was already going down, and the dim light of the tiki torches near his hot tub was romantically intoxicating.
He set the glasses and bottle down on the ledge of the hot tub. He stripped off his shirt, exposing the muscles I’d been yearning to see. His chest was tight, chiseled, and hard. God, I wanted to touch him.
I watched as he kicked off his shoes, and his hands rested on the button to his pants. He smiled, somewhat nervously, only adding to my excitement. “Here goes,” he laughed, undoing his pants and stripping them from his body.
His cock wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t limp either. My eyes lingered on the flesh that hung between his legs. My mouth watered, my nipples tightened, and my clit swelled at such a delicious sight.
“Your turn,” he said softly, stepping into the tub of rippling water.
I took a deep breath before sliding my dress from my shoulders. My skin tingled from the cool wind coming from the beach as his eyes took me in. “You are beautiful,” he said with a grin.
I felt beautiful. In that light, standing nude as Josh stared at me with such appreciation, I felt beautiful.
My foot teased the water by dipping in quickly and then pulling back out. It was hot and soothing. Josh smiled as I finally worked my way into the water. My breasts tightened as the hot water whipped around them.
Josh’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me gently across the hot tub and into his lap. My legs parted, straddling his thick waist and letting the hardness of his cock tease my body. “I’m sorry. I just can’t resist you,” he said softly.
His fingers pulled at my flesh, parting my ass cheeks and opening my pussy so that his cock nestled between my plump pussy lips. Sweet, delicious teasing.
My back arched, pulling my breasts from the warmth of the water and letting the cool ocean breeze roll over them. His mouth lowered, consuming my right breast while his tongue teased my tight nipple. I moaned, louder than expected. My body ached for more as he pulled his mouth away, moving slowly to my left breast.
His cock grew between my legs, threatening invasion into my tight hole.
He pulled me closer, sucking the delicate flesh of my nipple between his lips, and then stared up at me as if tortured by his own teasing.
He reached behind him, pulling a silver foil packet from a compartment on the hot tub ledge. “Am I being presumptuous?” he asked nervously, holding the condom between his thumb and pointer finger.
“No,” I gasped. I wanted this. I needed this.
He lifted me from my sweet spot on his lap and allowed my body to gently glide back into the warm water. He rose from the bubbles, exposing his large cock, hard and rippled with veins bulging from his flesh.
I watched as he slid the condom on, his hand gripping himself tightly to secure the protection. He lowered back into the water, pulled me back into his arms, and let me position my pussy over his impressive manhood.
This was fast. Was it too fast? It’s just fun, Emily. Just fun.
My eyes closed tight as the weight of my body relaxing pushed him deep inside my pussy. I let out a moan, louder than the one before. His hands clenched my skin, gripping me tightly as he slid me further down onto his cock.
The water rolled around us, excited and wild as he filled me.
His beautiful blue eyes filled with pleasure as his lips parted and a deep sigh escaped. My hips rocked towards him as his mouth searched for mine.
Our lips met, sending a quick electric wave of pleasure through my entire body. He tasted of the red wine we’d drank, mixed with a sweetness that no matter how much I tasted, it wouldn’t quench my thirst.
Our tongues entangled, my legs tightened around his body, and my pussy slowly started its pulsating massage around his cock. “I don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, gripping my ass cheeks tighter and pulling them apart.
The water rippled around us, teasing my clit with what felt like flicks of a tongue. I pressed hard against him, rolling my swollen nub into his chiseled abs to bring me closer to my impending orgasm.
Water splashed out of the hot tub as we rocked into one another. Our bodies melted into each other, becoming one, as my orgasm exploded violently and without shame around him.
My breathing sped up, my heart raced, and my fingers sunk into his damp, warm flesh while my body throbbed, shook, and jolted in his arms. “Fuck,” he gasped, his eyes closing, and his head falling back against the hot tub ledge.
His cock began to pulsate, teasing my sensitive, tortured flesh, and quickly swelled to fill me with a satisfaction I’d never experienced.
Low, deep growls escaped his throat as his arms tightened around me and his thrusting slowed to a steady pace. I couldn’t take my eyes from him as he let his orgasm loose. Yes, this man was going to be real t
rouble for my heart.
Chapter Four
Three days on the set. There was so much more to making a movie than a play, or a commercial. This was wild. I loved it, except that I’d been so busy, I hadn’t had time to see Josh.
“I’m making dinner,” Lisa said on the other end of the phone.
“I’m not sure when I’ll be home,” I explained, watching the director glare at me as I took my personal call.
“I gotta go,” I said quickly, shutting my phone off and shoving it into my bag.
The man who was playing my husband was Mark Lewis, a B-rated actor from years ago. It wasn’t Scorching Rays of Beauty like Jackie Lemay landed, but it was my first leading role, and I was going to give it everything I had.
The long hours were exhausting, and not seeing Josh was torturous. It was sweet that Lisa was planning dinner, since the four of us were always busy lately. It used to be a ritual, at least once or twice a month, but I knew it had been at least three months since our last meal together.
When the director closed the set down, it was only seven o’clock, plenty of time to make an appearance at dinner, even if late.
I sent Lisa a text as I got out of makeup, letting her know I’d be there. On my way home, I called Josh, but got only his voicemail. I hadn’t talked to him all day, and even though I knew he was working his twenty-four-hour shift and couldn’t see him, I wanted to at least hear his voice.
Laughter rolled out of the house as I pushed my key into the front door lock. I opened the door to a smoke-filled room that smelled like someone had burnt old tennis shoes over a charcoal grill. “What the hell happened in here?” I asked, looking around the room at my three drunken roommates.
“Lisa burnt dinner, so we’re drinking instead,” Tamara said, holding up her beer.
“We need to open some windows,” I gasped, covering my mouth to keep from breathing in the stench.
Amy giggled, her plump cheeks pushing up her face. “Where’s Maria?” I asked, not used to seeing her without her sidekick.