Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba.It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.
A/N: Thanks for the response on "The Audition" I'm glad y'all enjoyed it, even had a few who mentioned how much they loved that Lela Star was in it. Sorry if this disappoints but Lela is not in this chapter. If you didn't get it thus far- This is the continuing chapter of "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition"- Enjoy- INYOTEF ;)
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Her skin was glistening, glinting, from the perspiration; her tanned body nicely oiled up as he cupped and massaged her generous, round breasts, her erect nipples chaffing under his palms. She threw her head back moaning in delight, her sensual body thrusting slowly up and down. Jessica Alba's soft bedroom eyes fluttered open and she looked down at him; her full glittering lips curling in a smile, her face haloed with an ethereal light that made her look like an angel.
He groaned as she shifted her hips and started grinding them into his, her tender, tight quim sloshing so agonisingly slowly over his erect manhood, squeezing him in her gorgeous body. He took firm hold of both her firm buttocks and rubbed them, guiding her movements; her pleasurable response being to ride him faster and then--
Then he groaned as he awoke in his bed to find his erection bulging in his Kelvin Klein boxers that were slimy from his emission- Another fucking wet dream about Jessica Alba!
It had happened twice a week for the last three; ever since the audition with her and Lela Star, in which he had had sex with both his idol and the pornstar. Since then he had been waiting for all the preparation work to be over and done with then he was to travel to Philadelphia where the movie would be shot on location...
It'd been a month now and his flight was booked for the morning; which Paramount Pictures were kindly paying for.
He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table; 03:45 am... Six hours to go till he needed to be at LAX for his flight. He sighed and then swore finding that his sheets were wet from his wet dream as well, 'fuck!' he swore again, this time out loud. He got out of bed pulled his duvet off, threw it aside then ripped off the sheets. He took the stained sheets to the bathroom where he threw it in the washing machine after which he ran the shower...
'Better make it a cold one,' he said to himself, adjusting the taps; images of Alba still flashing through his mind...
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The flight to Philly was an uneventful affair with the only notable event being a bible missionary trying to preach to him on the flight. He arrived at the hotel he was staying at and there he unpacked his suitcase when the phone rang...
'Sir,' the clerk at the reception desk said,' I have a Mr Scott Free for you, shall I patch the call through? Though it may be a practical joker,' he quipped.
'Eh, yeah- yes; please do.'
'Hey buddy how you doing?' the movie producer said as he came on the line, 'I heard good things about your meeting with Jessica and Lela (Read "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition").'
'Went as well as it could have I suppose,' he said, wondering exactly how much he HAD heard.
'So,' we need you here at around six this evening so I hope you're good. I'd love to chat but y'know how it is in the movie biz; busy, busy, busy. See ya man, chow...'
"CLICK!"
He stood there with the phone still to his ear, a bit stunned; then he just sighed and put it on the hook. Oh well, he thought, at least he had a couple of hours to kill. Still, he was kind of edgy- it was sort of nervousness compiled with anxiety, mixed with some excitement as well. He was nervous about having sex on camera and a little anxious that he might freeze up; at the same time the thrilling prospect had him as giddy as a horny teenager- 'cause lord knew he wanted to have sex with Alba again.
And it wasn't just that she was so goddamn gorgeous, or that he had a long time crush on her; the fact was- a fact that a bona fide professional pornstar attested to- Jessica Alba fucked like a minx! She had him cuming within two minutes when she gave him a handjob; and when they had sex, it was the most phenomenal experience of his life. The woman knew the effect she had on men; she had feigned being shy, but once she let go she used her body to make his head spin when he came inside her; besides all that the whole experience had been so surreal, like he had dreamt it- Really? Who the fuck would believe him!
No wonder he couldn't get her out of his head he thought. And now he was hours away from having her again. He groaned as the thought made his dick swell, 'shit,' he grumbled and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower...
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He found himself in one of Philadelphia's poorer districts, a place he sort of recognised from one of Stallone's "Rocky" movies. The entire block had been blocked off and a crew of at least two hundred were busy working. Over on the field he saw a bunch of trailers and by one of these he saw a man bench pressing with weights. When the man sat up and dabbed himself with a towel, he was stunned to realise that it was Mark Wahlberg. And looking over the street he saw Mel or Malcolm, the guy who played the son in "The Cosby Show" drinking coffee. The man who was talking to Malcolm he recognised from his search on the internet as the movies director, John Stockwell.
Since it was cold in Philly he wore a thick commando jacket over a Lakers shirt and a pair on black jeans and Bronx boots. He walked over to the coffee and helped himself to a cup trying to eavesdrop on the director and actor's conversation...
...'That's after the shootout right?' Malcolm was saying.
'No, no that's before. While we do the closed set shoot, you and Mark will do the fight scene in the alley. So after the fight your character, "Big Boy the pimp," then pulls a gun.'
'Right, right,' the actor followed, 'I scream, "I'm gonna fuck you up cracker" and we go into the shootout.'
The director nodded and patted him on the back, 'you got it Mal...'
At this point John Stockwell caught sight of him, 'I'm sorry; who are you...?'
'Oh no wait, you're here for the opening scene with Jessica right,' he smiled taking your hand, 'John Stockwell, director.'
He smiled back and gave his name, 'pleasure to meet you sir.'
'Me too. I'm kinda balls to brass, so le'me see about getting you where you need to be; le'me think- Jessica...'
'So, Jessica is; where the fuck is Jessica?' he said looking confused; clearly stressed.
'Make-up,' Malcolm answered.
'Oh yeah, right,' the director said scratching his hair, 'I guess you can drink your coffee, then what you want to do is head into that building there (he pointed across the street to what looked like a derelict apartment building) and go up to the second floor which is where we'll be shooting the scene in about an hour. I'm gonna be down here-'
'Shit,' he interrupted himself, 'where are those fucking gaffers going with that equipment?' he yelled walking off.
While they were talking Malcolm had gone over to Mark (Wahlberg), - probably to discuss the big shootout they were going to do- so he was again standing by himself. He decided to go and have a look at the set where they'd (Jessica Alba & him) be filming; walking across the street and into the old building. He trudged up the stairs and into the apartment on the right. It was a small two bedroom place (bedroom and living room with an open kitchen and a small bathroom) the wallpaper on the walls peeling and wooden floors tarnished. There was an old tattered two-seater sofa in the middle of the small living room, and a small TV set in a wall unit on the side. The whole place was fully kitted with lights and microphones and video camera's all ready for filming.
He saw some photo's scattered around and had a look at them; they were there as decorative props- photos of Jessica Alba looking poor with a little girl in her arms. She had said she was playing a prostitute with a daughter. On closer inspection he noticed Jessica was using her own daughter, Honor, to play her child.
He wondered why on earth she'd use her daughter in a movie in which she was actually going to have sex for the sex scene; then he thought it was probably for the same reason; authenticity. They wanted the fiction to be as believable as possible.
'E-hum,' He heard a throat clear behind him and turned to catch Jessica Alba grinning at him.
'Hi,' she greeted walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
'Hi yourself,' he greeted back looking at her. She was dressed in a floral dress with a denim jacket over it and wore a pair of flat sandals. Her hair (dyed chestnut brown and not a streaky blonde as it was the last time he saw her) was tied up in a bun. She also had a modest application of makeup and large cheap looking hoop earrings in her ears, 'so are you Jessica or Lexis (her characters name)?' he grinned.
Alba laughed, 'yeah, this is basically me in character.'
'I'm really freezing in this dress though,' she whined, 'so how are you?'
'I'm good,' he said, turning and looking around the room, 'never been part of anything like this,' he commented.
'Nervous?' she asked giving him a knowing look.
