Obsession

Chapter 5

It was the first day of rehearsals. The script had arrived 2 weeks ago. As to be expected it was utter crap. James had signed on for an over-the-top action flick with very little substance. His character was focused on just killing and being angry. Being angry, I can definitely play that, he thought. He wasn't in the mood to even try anymore. He liked working, it was better than being at home. But he'd lost his drive to do substantially artistic work.

He arrived in Denver to meet the crew and his trainers. He would be training in judo and Brazilian jujitsu, something he had never done before. He was going to get his ass kicked.

Once meeting his team, he went back to the hotel to rest before the dinner with Chris later that night. He undressed and laid on the bed, turning on the tv with the remote. He flipped through the channels and landed on the ppv porn. He selected "Busty Brunettes Bouncing."

James woke up and turned to look at the clock. 5:00. "Ugh," he groaned. He rolled out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom. He took a shower and got dressed. He grabbed a whiskey out of the minifridge and twisted the cap off. He drank and emptied the little bottle. He tossed it into the trash and walked out the door.

The night air was refreshing compared to the stuffy hotel with all its fragrances. James took a deep breath and hailed for a taxi.

The sun peaked through the curtains and landed on James' face. He slowly openes his eyes. What time is it, he thought. Where am I...

H rubbed his forehead and tried to sit up. His head was pounding. He suddenly realized he was naked. This wasn't his bed at the hotel either. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. It was definitely a bedroom in someone's house.  Photographs of flowers, mountains and waterfalls lined the walls. He suddenly heard footsteps coming closer. The door opened and Lana walked in with two cups of steaming coffee. "Oh, you're up. How u feelin?" she said, handing a cup to James.

"What am I doing here?" James wasn't quite sure of what had transpired the evening before. Lana was wearing a white robe that was tied loosely. The robe was falling off one of her shoulders and she looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. Her chest even had a few droplets of water which hadn't evaporated. James could smell the fresh clean scent of her. He felt himself getting hard.

"You don't remember anything, do you.." Lana said sauntering over. She sat on the bed next him. "You had dinner and drinks downtown with Chris. You both then went out to the bars and you drank an astonishing amount. Chris didn't know where you were staying so he brought you here."

"Oh, my head. I can't even try to remember what happened. The pounding.." James said, almost ignoring the story.

"Drink some coffee. It will help. I'll get you some Advil." Lana got up to get the pills, when James grabbed her wrist. It startled her. Her heart raced as she waited for him to explain.

"Thank you," was all that he could muster. She wanted so badly to caress him and kiss him. She had dreamt about seducing him and fantasized about him for years. She had been subliminally sending Chris messages to hire James. She had to wait though. She wanted to play this out and enjoy every bit of the seduction and manipulation.

James laid back down and tried to stop the room from spinning. Why did I have to drink so much, dammit he thought. He could feel sleep coming up on him again as his eyes began to feel heavy. He closed his eyes and began to drift when he heard the door open. He heard a bottle of pills being set down near him. As he began to relax into a deep sleep, he felt soft pillowy lips kiss his.