The weeks went on in Jamaica and Jennifer Lawrence and I had our fun. Some days she would on set for 14 hours, other days she didn't have to go at all. It took some getting used to, but was actually nice for me. On her 14 hour day, Jennifer really didn't feel like doing anything but coming home and relaxing. We would sit on the couch and relax together and watch movies or TV. I would massage her shoulders or rub her back to help her relax from her stressful day.
Jennifer had a lot of friends. Many of the actors and actresses in the movie were people that she hung out with back home. Most days she would spend a decent amount of time at one of the other villas visiting with her fellow actors and actresses, so I had a lot of time to myself. Between sending her dirty messages, I would enjoy the luxuries that the villa had to offer.
A month into our arrangement, Jennifer had never brought anyone over to our villa. She always returned from the set alone and would only go out to see her friends. Our time together was very limited. The average day consisted of maybe an hour or two hanging out and one or two twenty minute sex sessions. I was getting bored with the rest of the free time I had on my hands and was thankful that I only had a few weeks left. It was not that I hadn't enjoyed Jennifer; I was just ready for something that required more work.
I was hanging out in the pool one Tuesday trying to keep myself entertained when my phone dinged notifying me that I had a new message. I saw to the edge and grabbed my phone to see what Jennifer had responded to the pictures I had sent her earlier. To my surprise, the text had nothing to do with what I had sent.
"My friend Dove is coming over after we shoot. We will wrap in about 20 minutes. Please be in character when we arrive", the text read.
I laid my phone down on the pool deck in disgust. Now I wouldn't even get to mess around and be bored, but now I was going to have to play butler for the rest of the night. I trudged off to my room and got in the shower to wash the chlorine from the pool off my body. Wrapping myself in a towel, I entered the big walk in closet looking for the butler suit that Heidi had made for the assignment. Buried deep in the closet I found a black bag hanging.
"This must be it," I murmured as I pulled it down.
I laid the bag on my bed and unzipped it to find what looked like a full on tux.
"Of course, nothing helps you work in the heat better than a nice cool wool suit!" I sarcastically quipped.
The suit fit well, but was already too warm in the blasting air conditioning. I could only hope that this Dove person would only stay for a few minutes and leave, so that I could change back into my swim trunks. My black dress shoes squeaked down the hardwood steps. When I arrived at the bottom of the staircase I could hear voices coming from down the hall. I turned the corner into the living room and saw Jennifer sitting on the couch talking to someone across from her. It was tough to see who her friend was as she was turned facing Jennifer and away from myself.
"Ms. Lawrence," I said as I caught a quick pause in their conversation, "sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you or your friend would care for a beverage or any food? I know that you must be famished from your day."
I had moved closer to the couch and was now able to see her friend's face. She had fair skin with beautiful blonde hair that came down to just past her breast. The girl had some hypnotizing light green eyes and full lips. She was very cute and had a nice physique. Even though she looked familiar, I couldn't place where I had seen her before.
"How about some wine and fresh fruit to snack on?" Jennifer said to her friend.
"Sounds great," Dove replied.
I walked over to the kitchen and began to pull some fruit from the fridge and pantry. The kitchen was open to the living room, so I could continue to hear the conversation that Jennifer and Dove were having.
"I understand, it is very difficult to getting out of a stereotype roll once you are in it," Jennifer continued, "but I think this move will work wonders for getting your career in the direction that you want it."
"I hope it does. It is just so difficult to get out of the Disney channel roles once you take them. They were nice when I was a teenager, but now I want to move toward more serious adult roles and really explore what my potential can be."
I slipped my phone out my pocket and googled "Dove Disney Channel" and up popped the result of Dove Cameron. It finally occurred to me that I had seen her on television when I had babysat my cousin a few years back. At the time, I remembered thinking that she was cute, but really hadn't thought of her since.
After a few minutes, I had cut up enough pineapple, apples, strawberries and kiwi to host a small party. I poured two glasses of Pinot gris and walked back into the living room carrying a large tray with the drinks and food. I walked around the couch and set the tray down on the coffee table. Dove gave me a quick glance and smile before continuing to listen to Jennifer talk about her path to stardom. Since their conversation appeared to be important, I decided to try and leave the room without being noticed.
"Joseph!" I heard as I was steps away from the hallway. It had been years since anyone had called me Joseph. The last person to call me that was my grandmother and she had only used my full name when I was in trouble. I turned and walked back into the living room and Jennifer was looking back at me.
"Yes, mam," I replied.
"Can you please grab some towels for us? Dove and I will be taking our snack by the pool. If you could please carry our food and towels to the poolside while we get changed into our swim suits."
I had literally just sat the food down in front of them and they were ready to move. Putting on a fake smile, I trudged over to the couch and grabbed the food and carried it to the patio as Dove and Jennifer disappeared back into the bedroom. The towels were on the other side of the house in a large closet. I went and grabbed four towels and made my way back outside where Jennifer and Dove were sitting with their feet in the pool sipping on their wine.
Jennifer was wearing a solid black string bikini. Her skin had tanned nicely in the month since we had been in Jamaica. Her big framed sunglasses reflected the light off the pool as her legs slowly kicked in the water, splashing the occasional drop of water on her thick tanned thighs.
Dove was wearing a much more colorful bikini, which benefitted her light skin tone. It was a lime green and orange bikini that fit the shape of her body nicely. The top cupped her breasts and pushed them up ever so slightly. It was the first time I had really gotten the opportunity to notice her chest. Her breasts were smaller than Jennifer's but definitely still pleasant to look at. She was a more petite young lady but still had enough meat in the desirable areas to warrant a lingering stare when she was in her bikini.
I placed the towels down and wandered back inside. The stupid butler suit had me so hot that I was already beginning to feel dehydrated from sweating in the heat. I pulled out my phone and texted Jennifer to text me if she needed me.
Forty-five minutes passed without any word from Jennifer. I assumed the two were continuing their conversation, so I headed back up to my room to get out of my suit for a little bit. Stripping off the jacket and loosening the tie around my neck, I cranked the overhead fan above my bed to the highest setting and sat back enjoying the cool breeze. I had been in a pretty foul mood most of the day and it probably wasn't warranted. This was in fact my job, and I had to know that not every day would be rainbows and wild sex. I took the moment to try and correct my attitude and put on a good face for my client and her friend.
It was around this time I received a few texts from Jennifer. At first, I was concerned that Jennifer may have been mad that I was not out serving them, but was pleasantly surprised to see that she was responding to the pictures I had sent her earlier in the day.
"Mmmm, those pictures were sexy!" the first text message read, "I hope that all of this butler work will lead to some different kind of service once Dove leaves ."
It felt good for the pictures I sent to be noticed. I began to text back:
Joe: I'm glad you liked them. My cock was missing you this morning. It has been a couple of days since we have gotten to play together.
Jennifer: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I've been really busy and have said not felt in the mood, but I'm so ready for you now! I miss the touch of your hands on my body.
Then two pictures messages arrived. The first picture was a selfie of Jennifer laying topless tanning in her beach chair. My cock began to grow a little knowing that she was sitting outside topless. The next picture was of Dove lying face down in the beach chair with her bikini lying on the ground beside her with her bare butt pointed up at the sun. It appeared that Jennifer had taken this photo without Dove realizing it, which made the picture that much sexier. My cock was now pressed against my tight suit pants as it tried to stand fully erect. I was tired of sitting idly by and waiting for something to happen between Jennifer and myself.
I grabbed a large plastic container from the closet and carried it to the kitchen, filling it with ice. The fridge was full of girly bottled mixed drinks, which I took a slammed into the container of ice. I walked out the patio door and began to walk toward the ladies as they lay poolside. As the door closed behind me, Dove appeared to take notice, as she reached for a towel to cover her tight white butt. Jennifer made no attempts to cover herself as I approached.
"Ms. Lawerence, I bought you and Ms. Cameron some cold beverages so you don't get too hot out here."
"Thank you, Joseph!" Jennifer smiled as she turned her body more toward me showing off her large chest.
"Ms. Lawrence, have you applied sunscreen recently? I wouldn't want you to get burned, especially with all of the filming you will be doing this week."
"I actually haven't and I probably should," Jennifer said reaching for a small bottle underneath her chair.
