She sighed. “ I know. Where are you headed?”
“ Uh . . . Montana,” he replied as he stuffed a few items of clothes into his duffel bag.
“ What are you doing?”
Ryley turned to her and smiled. “ There’s some film they’re shooting out there.”
“ What film?”
“ I think it’s Tomb Raider 2.”
Christina giggled. “ You know who’s in that don’t you?”
Ryley smirked at her as he picked up his black Stetson. “ Yeah I know.”
“ You’ll like her,” Christina cooed, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed Christina on the cheek. “ Call me, Christina.”
“ I will,” she called as Ryley walked out the door, shutting it behind him.
THREE DAYS LATER
Ryley tried to remember the last time he had done any serious four wheeling as the Land Rover Defender 90 went airborne off the top of a huge hill. For a few moments, the desolate, far reaching Badlands were laid out before his eyes. The sun reflected off the red, dusty hills and rocks with a harsh glare.
The Land Rover sailed through the air, its engine roaring, until gravity took over and the vehicle crashed back to earth. Ryley took the truck on a precarious, headlong dash down the steep face of the hill he had just jumped. Nearing the bottom, he spun the wheel and gunned the motor, sending the truck sideways onto a dried up riverbed.
Next to him another, similar vehicle, this one yellow, pulled even with him. That truck was driven by TJ, who gave Ryley the thumbs up sign. Ryley waved back and then cut right at the designated point and roared up another hill. TJ did the same, slightly behind and to the right.
Accelerating up the trail they felt their stomachs enter their mouths as they went airborne in a cloud of dust and debris. Ryley looked over the side of the truck and saw the camera crew below them, ducking to avoid being pelted with rocks. It was a surreal feeling seeing the crew underneath them and it gave Ryley goose bumps.
Once again the trucks slammed back to earth. This time they slowed down to a more comfortable pace as they turned onto a well worn trail. Looking back, Ryley saw the chase vehicles stopping to pick up the camera crews and their equipment. He turned back to look through the windshield as TJ took up a position behind him.
They drove for another five minutes before coming to a pretty desolate, two-lane road. Next to the road, occupying an old campground was a group of about two dozen trailers and RV’s. TJ and Ryley parked the trucks and climbed from the driver’s seats.
Immediately, they both pulled off their helmets and wiped sweat from their faces. The temperature was hovering around a hundred and ten in the sun, which beat down relentlessly upon the gleaming trailers. Ryley tossed the helmet back in the truck and followed TJ over to a large black RV.
They opened the door and stepped inside, the blast of cold air from the air-conditioners a welcome relief. A group of six people were gathered at the front of the RV, staring intently at a set of video monitors. Ryley opened the refrigerator and pulled out tow bottles of water, handing one to TJ.
Opening the bottles they each upended theirs and drank almost the entire thing. Breathing a sigh of relief, TJ turned towards the front of the trailer and quickly elbowed Ryley, who turned to look. He smiled, for what was probably the hundredth time in three days, at what he saw.
Angelina Jolie was sitting on the leather couch along the wall, her long, tan legs laid across the entire length. She was twisted in her seat, watching the monitor along with the director, producers and screenwriter. Almost every inch of her legs was visible since she was only wearing a pair pf short, black spandex workout short. Her upper body, toned, tan and delicious was overshadowed by her incredible breasts, which were thrust out from her position against a skimpy, white halter-top.
Angelina’s long dark hair was pulled dramatically back from her face in a ponytail that reached down to her ass. She turned to look back at them as the men next to her straightened up. Her blue eyes sparkled devilishly as a small smile crept over her face. Ryley appreciated the pure sexual power that Angelina exuded.
“ You guys look hot,” she commented.
TJ and Ryley glanced at each other. It was a loaded comment; they both knew that, the only question was who would fire back. Ryley nodded to TJ, who smiled wickedly and turned back to Angelina.
“ Yeah, so do you.”
She smiled. Ryley was mesmerized by the pure predatory nature of this woman. Angelina hadn’t said so much as a hello when they arrived there a few days ago. She had merely launched into a playful, drawn out game of flirting.
Unlike any woman Ryley had ever come across Angelina, was a pure sexual predator. Her face, with those piercing eyes, and full pouting lips could make you wither or rejoice depending on the gaze she cast on you. Falling under her spell was not hard; breaking it would probably be another matter all together.
“ Why thank you,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr in the confines of the RV.
Ryley shook his head and grinned as she stood up, stretching her five foot seven inch body. She walked towards them, her gaze flickering back and forth from Ryley to TJ. Deciding to let TJ enjoy the moment alone, Ryley winked at Angelina and walked back outside.
He zigged and zagged his way through the maze of trailers until he reached his own. Opening the door, he stepped into the stifling hot confines. His air conditioner had called it quits the first day out there. This meant Ryley had to spend most of his time during the day outside, where at least an occasional breeze would move the air around him.
His nights were spent in a sleeping bag on the roof of the trailer, gazing up at the stars. The desert night was much cooler than the day, making it more than comfortable to sleep under the stars. The air at night was filled with the sound of animals coming out for a night of foraging and hunting. And the most unearthly sound was that of coyotes in the distance, calling to each other across the desert.
This had also allowed him a unique and unforeseen view. From his spot on top of the trailer he could see directly into the RV occupied by Angelina. The first night there he had been shocked to see her clearly through the windows of the rig.
He had lain there, poised like a hawk watching its prey. She had moved around the interior, speaking with someone on a cell phone and then reading through a stack of papers that Ryley assumed was the script. At one point she had looked up right at Ryley.
Holding his breath, he waited to see what she would do, but apparently she hadn’t seen him. She stood up and walked into the back of the RV, turning on the lights in the bedroom, illuminating a bed with black sheets. In one swift motion, she let her black silk robe fall from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.
Angelina’s body was one of perfection. Her sensuous curves were dominated by her incredible 36C breasts, which were topped by large, dark nipples. She then sat down on the bed, giving Ryley a clear view of her mound, which had a very neatly trimmed line of dark hair. The number of tattoos on her body surprised and intrigued him. Ryley watched with a growing erection as she produced a bottle of skin lotion and began rubbing it all over her body.
Her hands went from her throat, down her chest to her breasts where they lingered for quite awhile. Ryley had reached down to begin stroking himself as he watched her incredible orbs moving under her hands. Then her hands went down her stomach onto her thighs and down her legs. Ryley watched eagerly as she remained bent over at the waist, rubbing her legs.
When she sat back up, she ran her hands up the insides of her legs. Reaching her thighs, she spread her legs open wide. Her hands slid up the inside of her thighs and right to her pussy. Ryley gaped as she began to rub her slit, sliding a finger in and out of her hole. His strokes matched her rhythm as she leaned back on one hand and continued to finger fuck herself.
Ryley could see her rubbing her clit with her thumb as she slipped another finger inside of her with the first. He could see her body beginning to tremble, her mouth open in a suppressed scream. Angelina’s hips began to buck, her breasts heaving in time with her increased breathing.
Then she threw her head back and Ryley could hear her moans a she came. Her entire body shook, each muscle standing out clearly in her legs and stomach. She closed her legs around her hand, holding her own fingers inside her. At that same moment Ryley had cum as well, his load coating his hand.
He shook his head at himself, his teenage behavior making him feel like a dirty man. As he continued to watch Angelina, she sat back up, her mouth still open, her hair a disheveled mess. Ryley watched in awe as she brought her fingers, the ones that had just been buried in her snatch up to her face. He could clearly see her juices glistening on her fingers as she slowly sucked them into her mouth.
