Acting up

Chapter 1

Kohn Meyer! Ashford Meyer!

Oh my god! Oh my god!

Oh my god!

I took my position back on the set in such a daze. There was no way I could...

"Action!"

I blinked at the bright spot light trained on me. The prickling heat assosiated with this time of day at peak noon in this sveltering weather did not register even a ping on my radar. I was feeling that high.

"I hate you!" I said softly. Breathlessly gazing up into the dark black eyes of my handsome co-star. Whom I would be fortunate to kiss in the very next scene. God I needed a fuck.

"I hate you," I said again slowly but surely. My glittering gaze at him conveyed more than my discontent. It conveyed a passion. A passion to fuck... that will never happen not with his gorgeous wife eying me suspiciously even at this moment.

"Hate you," I hissed out with more venom. Seeing in him now all my missed opportunities. He did look a bit like one of my perverted bosses of the past. A time before I decided to throw in the towel on my non-existent career as an investment banker and try my hand in acting instead.

I turned away from my antagonist and strutted off the set. My movements slow and erotic as I narrowed my sensual gaze and concentrated the heat within.

This time there was no mishap. I didn't stumble and fall and I even made it safely off the action zone but still the director hadn't called cut.

I started to turn back then to see what was going on just in time to catch Sam's faint cut. Sighing in relief I rushed over to Ivy my makeup artist for a much needed touch up before the next scene. My kiss!

I gleefully rubbed my hands in anticipation.

"Hey, Aria?" I turned back to look at Sam in askance. "That was ... that was a fantastic take. Thanks," he mumbled out nervously. I stared at him for a moment. This was out of character even for him, volatile director that he was. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to find Jeff before me.

"Porn, my darling. Porn is where the big money is made. And you have what it takes. By god you have it. Say you're interested babe. Say yes to me. And I'll make all your luscious dreams cum true."

I rolled my eyes at. "Out of the way Jeff. One more shot and I'm done with this film." It was the final scene in which I struggle with the hero and try to break free and then he kisses me. Furiously.

I could cream just thinking about those lips on mine. And I wasn't even a fan of Mike Larry's acting. How was I ever going to work with Ashford Meyer? The man of my dreams. The man who literally wore the face of my pillow as I rubbed myself sore working for my cum each night. Or was it my pillow that wore his face?

I drank a gallon of water needing my mouth to be nice and wet for that kiss. I don't think I could have achieved satisfactory results being parched from this heat as I was.

"Action!"

I looked up into Jeff's pleading eyes as he leaned back against the wall observing my final take. My hand was caught urgently and then I was wrenched about back into the character I was playing. I put up a hand to shove at the hard firm chest before me. I had to get away... this handsome to-die-for dude was not... not Ashford Meyer. 

I was caught up in his arms. My struggles were in vain. Then his hand reached down to grip into my dark mane.

"Hate me. Hate me if you have to," he said breathing hard from our struggles. "But I will never... never let you go."

I felt my eyes water in self pity knowing that this... this here... on the sets, was the only time ever I would have such corny words said to me in the heat of passion. Then his lips was against me ravaging mine with a hint of possession. I kissed him back eagerly unable to help myself before I wrenched free and slapped his face. I breathed hard before delivering my final line.

"Never... never you blasted man. Never in this lifetime."

I spun around then and tried not to notice the camera's zooming in on my scantily clad and heaving chest. I strutted off the set the final time.

"Cut!" Sam called out jubileently.