*Hope everyone enjoys this second part. Let me know what celebrities you might like to see our director "run in to" and I might just feature them*.
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After what happened between me and Jen on set, we were entangled amongst one another. By God was it a privilege to watch her act, but all I could think about was that sofa, her curves, the kisses, those cheeks and the moans. Everyone worked tirelessly to make the film what I had imagined. The crew were enthusiastic, the cast using their expansive pools of talent to bring the characters to life.
We wrapped a shoot out in the hills of L.A. Jennifer and the others had been riding horses, monologue being delivered at some truly beautiful spots. I imagined the body under the dress, hips swaying, chest heaving in a different, but still tight corset. We wrapped as the sun set, taking hired transport back to our hotels. At the lobby, I went over the next week of shoots with Carol, the producers and 2nd Line Director.
Jennifer hung around with a handful of the other cast members. She waves me over.
"We were going to get some drinks at the bar." She points over at the others.
What may come of a few drinks has my mind racing, how could I say no?
"You getting the first round?" I joke.
We all move as a group. At the bar, there isn't much going on. Music is quiet, and there's one or two spread out around the tables. We all sit at the bar, ordering in drinks, there's banter and general chit chat thrown about. There's a few more drinks consumed and Jennifer loosens up. As the others retire to their beds. Jennifer shuffles the stool closer to me, her hand brushes up the inside of my thigh. Her breath caresses my neck, sending chills down my spine.
"I think - we should go upstairs." She slurs her words slightly.
I'm way ahead of her. We walk out the bar together, in the elevator, she goes wild, for a moment. We have our hands all over one another. I grab at her ass as she presses her hand and squeezes my bulge. With the 'ding' of the elevator, she adjusts her hair and top. I fix my shirt and try to hide the hard on. Luckily, there's no one on our floor, we hustle down the corridor. Jennifer's fingers fiddle with her pockets, trying to pull the key card out.