Two Different Roads

Afternoon Delight

Ellen had been alerted to a crisis on set, something only SHE could fix according to the director of the latest Monkees episode, James Frawley, himself. Apparently he'd complained to Bob first, and then he in turn delegated whatever onerous task it was to HER.
She had no idea what it might entail, but had to confess she was a little nervous about it. As accustomed as she'd become to solving both minor and major problems when she worked for Brian, she still didn't like surprises.

"It's Nesmith. He's in one of his moods. He's locked himself in that messed up dressing room of his and won't come out."
"And you want ME to convince him to leave his hidey hole?"
"He won't listen to any of US. Your job is assistant-assist. Maybe a woman would have better luck with him. Southern men are supposed to be especially nice to women, right?"
"All that is offensive on several levels Mr. Frawley."
"I apologize, but I'm desperate. Please do it."
"I can't make any promises. Michael has his own mind."
"He has an an attitude; that's what he's got. He's a stubborn arrogant ASSHOLE. At least he is today."
"I'll see what I can do," she sighed.

II
"I'm not coming out. Go away."
"Believe me I'd love to, but I cant."
The familiar sound of bootheels headed in her direction, and then the door was yanked open with some force. He stood there before her blocking the entrance to his private sanctuary.
She was here in the performance of her job, but she found it quite difficult to be professional as she looked at him. He was poised in that typical cocky and oh so sexy 'come hither' pose, feet crossed, hip tilted, and his button up shirt was open displaying a fine sheen of perspiration and that tantalizing line of hair that trailed down his chest and disappeared into tight pants that left little to the imagination.
She made herself tear her eyes away from his tempting body and focus on his face instead which at the moment was set in irritation.
"Let me in Michael."
"What will I get if I do?"
"How about I WON'T kick your stubborn ass?"
He chuckled. "I'd like too see you TRY and kick my ass."
"Michael Nesmith I'm not playing around here. You're being impossible and they sent me to deal with it."
He pulled her inside abruptly, locked the door behind her, then pressed her up against it, one strong hand holding her wrists above her head.

"So you're my handler now...handle me then," he purred, his forehead pressed to hers.
What he was implying was only too obvious not only in his words but also by the already substantial erection she could feel against her. "Michael that is not what I'm here for."
"Isn't it? They want me to get back to work, and im sure they told you to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Gotta keep the talent happy right? Well right now im definitely NOT happy. I need you to take the edge off. The way I see it It's your duty as a good employee AND my girfriend."

"You're not winning points either way here. You've just got me wondering if you'd pull the same shit with someone who ISN'T your girlfriend."
"Well if you weren't you probably would have slapped me by now."
"What makes you think I still WON'T?"
"Cause underneath that mad, you're getting just as turned on as I am. You've got the look."
"What 'look' is that?"
"The 'I want it right now' look."
"Those shades you're always wearing must have affected your eyesight."
"You have other tells too. Like how you tremble when I do this." His mouth attached itself to her neck.
Her voice was indeed shaky as she protested weakly, "Michael behave. I'm working, and you're SUPPOSED to be."
"Does it look like I give a rat's ass?"
"Well I do."

He sighed in extreme irritation. "All right Teacher's Pet. You win."
She attempted to move, but he renewed his hold on her. "Not so fast Darlin. I'll cooperate with the powers that be, but you're still gonna let me fuck you first."
He was usually always confident, assured, but she'd never seen him so outright dominant, forceful. It was both infuriating and arousing at the same time. She attempted to protest, but her words were swallowed by his mouth on hers. Suddenly he was pressing her against that crazy wall of safety pins which ALSO felt strangely erotic.
"You know what Bob said when he hired me," she choked in one last half-hearted attempt to stave off what was surely inevitable by now.

"He didn't say we couldn't DO it. He just said he didn't want to KNOW about it. Well I won't tell if you won't."
He was done with the teasing, foreplay, or whatever it was he'd been doing. He was all business at this point. He pulled off her blouse and bra quickly and then he was picking her up, moving her to the old thrift store couch where he often took naps.
"Why did you have to wear pants today?" He grumbled while sliding them down. The demure cotton panties she 'd chosen that day quickly followed.
God he looked so unbearably sexy hovering over her, the dark eyes filled with lust, every muscle in that lean body ready to bend her to his will. She tugged at his shirt, ran her nails gently over his bare back when the offending garment was finally disposed of then reached for his belt.
"I want you." She confessed.
His pants were the last to go. There was nothing underneath. "Oh I see how it is. Trying to give the ladies a free show, highlight the goods."

"If you've got it flaunt it they always say."
"Well you've definitely got it."
"And it's all yours Baby," he asserted as he slid himself into her with the deliberate slowness that made her feel every last glorious inch of him.
"It better be. I'm quite a jealous woman."
"I never would have guessed that," he teased sarcastically.
"I can't believe I'm doing this, " she groaned even as she found herself gripping onto that skinny ass to pull him even deeper into her.
"You can't resist me Baby."
"No I can't, but if I get in trouble for this I'm still blaming you."
"Oh I'm sure they'd believe you. I'm thought of as quite the pain in the ass around here."
"Can't imagine why....Mmmm, just like that Cowboy."
"Remind me to spank your fine ass for that later."
"Yes Daddy."
He chuckled. "Not sure exactly how I feel about that one. It's kind of hot and creepy at the same time."
"Let's just stop talking. Make me cum."
"Yes ma'am."