Things were not going as planned on the set of 'Charmed'. Rose McGowan, who'd become somewhat of a prima Donna, had spent more time shouting at people than doing any work.
'Jesus,' Alyssa Milano hissed to herself, getting a coffee. 'Why doesn't she shut the fuck up?!'
'She thinks she should have special attention.' Said a voice behind her. She spun around and had to look up to see who was talking. A large man stood sipping his coffee by the wall.
'And why's that?' she asked, a little annoyed at this stranger listening to her.
'Because she's fucking the director.' He said matter of factly. 'She'll come over here and in the first sentence she'll say the words sleaze, bastard and slave.' Surely enough, she stormed over to the coffee table and mixed a coffee.
'That sleazy bastard thinks I'm his fucking slave!' she growled. Alyssa stared at the man, who simply winked and continued to sip his coffee until Rose left.
'Wes Franklyn. You're battling me over the next couple of weeks.' He said, extending his hand.
'Umm...Alyssa Milano.' She said, forgetting he undoubtedly knew that already.' How did you know that-?'
'I can read people, call it a gift.' He said.
'Can you read me?' She asked.
'You are in love with Holly but are terrified to admit it to anyone.'
She stared, dumbfounded at him, her jaw not working properly to say anything.
'Don't tell me I'm wrong.' Said the stranger. 'I know. I can even help you open up to her.'
'How?'
'Get her to her dressing room, that's it.' He took his last gulp of coffee and walked towards the dressing rooms.
'Jeez, that was a great day of shooting!' Holly sighed sarcastically.
'Yeah.' Mumbled Alyssa behind her. Her eyes followed Holly's ass as it wiggled in front of her and she had to resist the urge to just run up and kiss her. She followed her to their dressing room and went in after her. She spotted Wes before Holly did and introduced them.
'I thought we might go through some lines.' He said, shaking her hand. He sat down on the couch and gestured for Holly to sit next to him. They went through a bunch of lines and Wes got steadily closer to Holly, until they were almost touching.
'I think I'll go get a coffee.' Alyssa said, sensing something was gonna happen.
'Oh, could you get me one?' Holly asked. 'You know how I like it.'
Alyssa left the room and Holly put her lines down on the table.
'You don't mind if I lay down do you?' she asked.
'Not at all.' He replied. 'I'll massage your feet if you'd like.'
'Really? Thankyou. Jeez, today's been terrible. Fucking Rose keeps demanding more!' She stretched out on the couch and put her feet up onto his lap.
'Don't worry about her.' Wes said, slipping her shoes off and starting to massage her delicate feet.
'MMMM!' she moaned in approval. 'So, what you do for a living? You a professional actor?'
'No, I'm in college. I do some work at a martial arts studio for money.' He said, moving from her feet to her calves. 'One of the scouts for the show saw me there and asked if I'd come on. I'm kinda a fan anyway, so I wasn't going to refuse.'
He looked up and saw Holly had her eyes closed. She wasn't asleep, just enjoying the massage. He slowly and strategically moved up to the bottom of her thighs. She opened her legs up to accommodate him.
'You know,' He said. 'It's easier for me to massage you without the jeans.'
She stopped enjoying the massage and sat up. She looked at him through narrowed eyes, her legs closed tightly.
'Don't worry.' He reassured her. 'I'm not planning anything; I probably should have mentioned I'm a trained masseuse.'
Though she was still suspicious, Holly stood up and took off her pants. As she bent over, Wes had to readjust himself so as not to show the bulge in his pants. She walked over in her small black panties and lay herself back down. Wes once again started on her calves, this time massaging her soft skin. Holly quickly forgot her suspicion and opened her legs for him to move to her thighs. As he did, she closed her eyes and sighed softly. He quickly moved up to her thighs and massaged up to just below her crotch.
Holly had almost forgotten that he was there and was enjoying the massage quite loudly. As she did when she felt that good, her hands inadvertently moved to her panties. She moved her hand over the damp patch developing over her slit.
Lost in her pleasure, she moved the crotch of her panties to a side and slid a finger into her pussy. As he continued to massage her thigh with one hand, he unzipped himself and took out his cock with the other. Once it was free to the air, he decided to make his move.
Holly's legs were open enough for him to slide between them without her noticing. He waited until her hand had left her pussy and her gone to her breast and ran his tongue over the moist slit.
'What the hell!?' She awoke from her lust in shock and looked down. 'What are you-Oh my God! Oh that's good!' She lay back down, the feeling too good to worry about anything. He stuffed three fingers into her hole as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
'Oh fuck!' she cried. She grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her, rubbing her juice all over his face.
'You ever ejaculated?' he asked. Though her head was already rolling on her shoulders, he was able to make out her shaking her head. 'Hold on tight then.'
He only had to manipulate her cunt for a minute more before he felt the walls contract around his tongue and her body started to shake. With an almighty scream, she let her pussy open to a torrent of cum she never knew was in her. She let loose almost a dozen squirts onto his face before her body relaxed and she slumped down, panting hard.
