All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
Focus On Me with Ariana Grande
by MrMaxLord
(MF, Oral, Cons, Tease)
*****
When you don't really want to work a normal nine to five job, one of the best things there is to do is freelance production assistant work. If you could find it, PA work was a breeze, or at least made life a breeze. Sure, there would be a solid three or four months of nothing but work. But, if you played your cards right, you'd make enough money to not have to work for just as long, then have work lined up whenever you wanted it.
And that's my racket. And it all usually went pretty smooth. I did a lot of music videos. Nothing major. Hauling cables, picking up coffee, grunt work. But boy did it pay. Plus, it was kind of cool to see stuff get made, even if it was something that could be as piddly as a music video. It always paid though.
On this particular day, it was a fairly bare bones set. All the glitz and glam was up to the make up artists and the director of photography. Of course, the star of the show had a part to play as well, and that was the pint-sized sexpot known as Ariana Grande.
Watching her all day in her sexy outfits, the silver wig she was wearing bringing a nee dimension, her dance moves, while not the best, made me drool. When I got a peek at some of the dailies, the close-up on that mouth of hers...holy fuck. This woman was walking sex and she knew it and had no issue flaunting it. Lucky me. I stole every glance I could as the day went on.
However, as the day went on, I began to get the feeling I wasn't being as covert as I thought with my glances. Maybe it was just me, but I started to notice Ariana giving me some looks in return. One take the sex was oozing from her and I caught her eyes on mine, or I thought I did. Sometimes she'd bend over a lit bit more than she had before, giving an even more heavenly view..but only when I was in perfect view of her show. She had to know what she was doing, didn't she?
A quick flash of her crotch, her ass, her breasts. And every flash came with a knowing glance, or that's how it seemed. But it couldn't be. No. No way. Impossible. Just my ego and my dick running away with my imagination. I'd just need to go home jerk off and get those thoughts out of my head.
But what if she was looking at me?
Nope, not playing that game.
"Yo, Todd!" I heard a voice call out to me. I turned around to see my friend Mark. He usually was on the same jobs as me, this one was no different.
"What?"
"Take your eyes off the hottie, DP needs his lenses and left them in the trailer You're grabbing them." Mark tossed me the keys. "Step on it."
I took one last look at Ari and went on my way. Well, almost. I paused momentarily when I swear I saw her give me a small wave with a tiny smirk breaking through before I left. I shook my head and went to go get the lenses.
By the time I got back, there was a small break going on. The crew were setting up a new show while Ari had gone to her trailer to change into a new outfit. I was a little bit thankful for that. No more of my mind playing tricks on itself with her tight little body as fuel.
I handed the lenses off to the DP and was about to head to craft to get some food when I was stopped by one of Ariana's assistants.
"Ari wants to see you," he said. His tone revealed nothing. No anger, no humor...nothing.
"What for?"
"She didn't say. Just said she wanted to guy who just left to come help her with something when he came back. That's you. So get to it. You won't lose any break time, she promised. She'll extend it as long as necessary or something. Just go so we can wrap for the day."
