It had been a few days since the last shoot with Taylor, and I was just coming to terms with the fact that it actually happened when I finally got a chance to meet with another celebrity.
It hadn't been a very active few days either. I was working hard, but in an office/studio space rather than a video set. From a standpoint that's not completely oriented around sex, it was a nice few days.
I was learning a lot, and I was getting to know the people I was working with. Most of them were pretty cool. The break actually gave me a good chance to explore New York a bit with my new coworkers when we weren't busy on computers.
However, from the perspective of this story, the one that is completely oriented around sex, it was a long couple of days. Besides a brief fingering encounter with Michelle in the Elevator, I had been completely dry.
Not that there weren't opportunities-plenty of stares found their way to me-but I was pretty much always busy or with someone. My hand, my memories, and Taylor's panties kept me company for that time, and it was only after the fourth day that my libido began to grow impatient.
Luckily, Friday brought with it a new shoot, and a new opportunity to explore my ability. We weren't let on to who we would be working with. Now that we were more or less in the groove of things, the higher-ups seemed less enthused about babying us with every detail. I still would have liked to know.
I spent Thursday night in an aggravated mood, anxiously awaiting the morning's arrival, trying to fantasize, but unsure of what to fantasize about. I ran through the list of possible celebrities in my mind as I stroked myself and nosed Taylor's panties. And when I came to the thought of one of countless scenarios, I was only allowed a moment's reprieve before my lustful mind would go wild with wonder once more.
I did not sleep much, and left the hotel half-hard and half an hour early to release my pent up energy, but once on the street I didn't know what to do. As I walked aimlessly, but in the general direction of the studio, I contemplated the stares that found me on the sidewalk.
I was horny, and I thought of acting on them to get some temporary relief, but I was on a mission. The fantasies of last night had set a mania in me, and I had to wait for the shoot.
I walked quickly, infinitely curious about who I would be "working" with, and wondering how the events would unfold. Near panic struck me every time the possibility that it could be a dude, or no one special at all crossed my mind. Taylor had me hooked, and at that point I needed a celebrity release, and was not sure what I'd do if I didn't get one.
My desperation continued as I arrived at work. My decision to leave early only meant that I got to sit waiting in a different location, and the minutes passed just as slowly at the studio as they did at my hotel. I gritted my teeth until others arrived.
With my coworkers there, and tasks to perform, my mind was less on edge for a while, but the time still moved slowly as the back of my mind awaited our mystery celeb's arrival. This made for a long day.
Just like the previous shoot, a good part of the day was spent preparing for the star's last minute appearance, and it wasn't until two o'clock that I heard a producer say those magic words: "Jen's here."
My ears perked up at the name. "Jen? Which Jen?" My mind pondered. Of course for me, there could only be one, and as luck would have it, the stars aligned for me, and I was granted my wish.
I spent the minutes following the producer's announcement with piqued vigilance, awaiting the appearance of "Jen."
And then, there she was, the Jen, my Jen-Jennifer Lawrence-in all of her amber haired glory, clad in a tight, spandex, one piece outfit that gave me insight into all of her wonderful curves-and from the moment she was in the room, she was staring at me, as if she had sensed me. I stared back, and when my eyes met hers she smiled. I smiled back, and a connection was formed that had my mind reeling for the rest of the day. I could tell that night would be good.
Since I had first seen the star however many years ago, Jennifer Lawrence had kept my mind's interest. Something about her fun and friendly nature was very alluring, and combined with her tight, but womanly figure made for a lethal attractiveness, at least for me.
Truth be told, Jennifer Lawrence had been one of my favorite fantasies from the night before and my heart fluttered as my ruminations were becoming reality.
As I would come to learn, the way Lawrence presents herself, is truly how she is, and the fun and funny nature is even more pronounced when not censored by publicity, and even more, is backed by a ravenous sensual side, that matched my fantasies and beyond.
In fact, I've never met someone so comfortable with herself, and so comfortable with her sexuality. For the first time, out of all my recent encounters, it seemed like this may actually just be how Jennifer Lawrence was.
I mean, sure, there was still the obligatory "sensing" each other out, and the staring still happened. But Jennifer maintained a conversation, and openly discussed what she felt, what she thought, and it was all very sexual.
It was incredible. Yes, the encounter was still animalistic, but it was also very human. Rather than some unseen force coaxing out her human-animal, Jen seemed to have already accepted her sexuality and was just indulging it as she normally would, but I digress...
Jen brought a lighthearted atmosphere to the shoot, and jokes and laughs abounded throughout the day. Even the most hard headed people on the set seemed to really enjoy working with her, and this I could tell, even from a distance as I went about my low level tasks.
But through it all, she stared. Whenever a take was finished, or whenever the sightlines allowed, her eyes fixed on me, and when my gaze met hers, she smiled. It was a very forward smile, imbued with a new sort of aggression, predatory-I was Jen's target, and she would have me.
It was only towards the end of the day, when everybody was ready to go home, that Jen's jokes seemed to somber up, and she appeared aggravated and ready for the shoot to end. As she stared, she rolled her eyes in a knowing and wordless conversation, "I know, when is this going to end?" It was time to get down to business, and everybody started working with a new vigor and efficiency that you only see when people are ready to go home.
And as the shoot concluded, a smile crossed Jen's face once more, of relief, and knowledge that something much anticipated was finally going to come to fruition. She was escorted back to her dressing room to clean up and get let go. As she walked extended her index finger and flashed a quick "one minute" sign in my direction, before being foisted out of view.
Of course, it was more than one minute, and I found myself waiting for probably an hour before the star reappeared. The rest of the staff cleared out quickly, with only a few stragglers left to clean and organize. I sat where I was, pretending to work, and hoping no one I knew or directly worked with would question my presence. The didn't.
When the excruciating hour finally passed, Jen appeared again, in a tight wool skirt, and ruffled blouse, alone. She quietly stepped back into the studio, looking to find me until she did, and then her tiger eyes locked on me, and she strode towards me in a straight line, on her mission.
"Hey," she said, quietly, but direct.
"Hi," I said back, allowing her to take the lead.
There were still some workers around and we both knew we needed to be alone.
