Page 12 of Under New Management

I stare into her eyes and see the heat of passion ignite. I take her jeans and pull them off leaving her tiny little thong behind. I want to take my time and I'm afraid if I look at her bare mound I won't be able to take my time. She's in pale pink today and the lace is so thin I can see through the material to her plump lips waiting for me below. God damn it. So much for waiting.

I fall to my knees and take hers in my hands pulling her thighs apart. The gusset of her panties is wet. "Oh, what is this my lovely little actress? Did seeing your agent knock someone the hell out turn you on?"

She doesn't answer me but she does give me a little whimper that shoots straight to my cock. I push her knees up so that she is splayed in front of me, her labia slightly opened, blooming like a flower in the sun. I run my lips over her thighs and drag in the scent of her. My lips travel down until I reach the rough lace and pause before I take the first lick. I look up so that our eyes meet. She hasn't said stop and she doesn't look like she wants to. I keep my eyes on hers as I bend lower and nuzzle her with my nose. Her scent is enough for me to lose all the civility I have worked years to gain. My mouth opens and I use my tongue to lick her, long and slow.

"Holy shit, Vin! Oh, what...sweet Lord!"

I stab my tongue in between her lips and use my teeth to nudge her panties over so that the two sides slide into her cleft. I suck on her lips kissing them the same way I would the lips on her face. I take her panties in my mouth and tug them so that they rub against her clit. Her hips start a rhythm that has my dick weeping. Monica is a natural at lovemaking.

I use my fingers to help spread her further apart and use my tongue to stab the material of her panties inside her. Not deep but enough that she can feel the foreignness of having something, anything, new in her tight little hole. She raises her hips in quick little jerks. I should put my hand over her mouth, her little cries are getting louder with every lick, but I don't want to. I want every fucker on set to be well aware of what I am doing, what I am giving Monica in this room. Let the rumors fly, they'll soon find out they're all true.

I shove her legs further apart and rear up so that I can rip her underwear off of her. When my tongue hits her bare skin I taste the sweeter tang of her cum and damn near lose my mind because I know my girl is very close and I did that. Not some fucking new movie star, not some young hunk; me. I find her swollen nub and start lashing it with my tongue. She arches off the couch pushing her pussy further into my mouth.

I snake my hands up her side until I can yank her tank top down so her generously large breasts fall right into my arms. My quick fingers pluck and squeeze her tight nipples and Monica cries out once before she floods my mouth with her sweet nectar. I push up, if I pull her ass off the sofa just a little bit more she would be in a great position for me to take her but I don't. I don't want her virginity smeared all over some casting couch where who knows what happened before we came in.

That doesn't stop me from yanking my cock out and rubbing it in her sweet juices. The damn thing is leaking so much that I don't know what is mine and what is hers anymore. With every pop of the head of my cock over her sensitized clit she rocks against me and mewls out her sexy little pleas for me to give her more. I love how she is innocent one minute and burning up with want for me the next. It's one of the reasons I think she gets to me so bad. I can figure most people out really well and they don't deviate from that but with Monica she keeps me guessing about which side of her I will get - the sweet virgin or the dangerous vixen.

It doesn't take long before my dick is spurting cum all over her body. Strands of it almost reach her face I've built up so much pressure the past few days of watching her sleep in my arms. When she feels it land on her body she gives a cute little shout and I have to watch my dick because she is cumming again this time with enough force that I think she might just pull me right in.

"I don't know why you decided to go outside without security or letting me know but I can assure you when we go home you will be properly punished." Heat flares in her eyes again and causes my dick to harden once again. She takes note of my rapid rebound too, drawing in a sweet little gasp of surprise that I am raring and reading to go so soon after painting her sweet flesh with my spunk. Wait until I get her home with me where I can show her exactly what I mean by punishing her.

Chapter Six

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Monica

Last night was a long one. After Vin pulled me into the room and blew my mind I still had to go back outside on the lot and keep acting. Vin wouldn't let me wipe him completely off of me so I spent the next few hours of work wondering if everyone could smell the sex heavy scent of what we did in the dressing room like I could. I know they heard it. When I came back out the team of people that fix hair and makeup were waiting on me and some of the extras on set would giggle when I passed by them. My co-star also gave me shit about screwing my agent all through the long day.

I like the woman I am starring opposite of. She understands the industry, has good advice, and more importantly she doesn't take herself too seriously; always making jokes at her own expense. It is easy for me and her to find our groove as two best friends on a road trip who witness a murder and have to be protected by the hunky law enforcement agent. Not that I would know anything about the hunk in question as my co-star is the one that gets the man and thus I am just the wingman...wingwoman...girl support. Whatever you want to call it, that's me.

We worked hard yesterday and didn't finish until early in the morning. Thank God we don't have to come back in early this morning. The director wants to do some night shots and he is thinking about taking us out on location to film some of the desert scenes. I'm really happy I like my co-star so much. It would be hell trying to do this movie with someone that takes themselves too seriously.

I've learned a lot from her in such a short time working with her. My friendship with her was in part what got me into trouble with Vin yesterday though. I didn't hesitate to follow her outside so she could have a smoke and we could 'be seen by all the salivating cameras'. I didn't think that any of them would actually come over and try to ask such shitty questions. It wasn't the norm for sure. According to her, she had never seen anything like what the guy pulled. She told me she was totally cool with saying the guy provoked Vin and was harassing me if we needed her to which I thought was sweet.

The incident, the long hours, the shitty questions, and the worry about Vin getting into trouble was enough for one day and as soon as we got home I crashed. I stayed up to eat and grab a shower because Vin wouldn't let me go to bed without eating first and I didn't want to climb into bed covered in cum. I was so exhausted that I didn't even put anything on after the shower. I just went into the bedroom and flopped out on the bed, towel and all. Vin wasn't upstairs at the time and I thought I would hear him come in so I could dress but I guess I didn't.

Which explains why I am waking up half under Vin's big arm completely naked. It takes me a little while before I realize what woke me to start with. Vin's phone is on the nightstand on my side of the bed. It's on vibrate but seems to be going off so much it is actually moving back and forth on the flat surface causing little thumps that interrupt my sleeping brain.

I realize Vin is wrapped around me and one of his hands is cupping my naked breast right away. It makes me fidget and shuffle my legs around to try to stave off the pressure slowly building from having his skin pushed against mine and his fingers holding me. I move just a little trying to scoot out from under him and his fingers squeeze up around the plump flesh. It doesn't help my problem at all. In fact, the answering moisture is already gathering between my legs at his fingers' call. His other arm is draped around my waist and makes it hard for me not to want to snuggle back in and lose myself in the feel of him. I can see how it would be so nice to be able to stay like this for a day...or two.

Another buzz has me refocusing on what woke me. My phone laid next to his is also humming around the table. What the fuck? Why are both our phones blowing up? I try to reach for mine without waking him up. Vin is usually the first one up and the last one to go to sleep so he must be exhausted from how long our days have been. My fingertips brush the cool screen and I work to drag the phone into my grasp without disturbing him.

When I hold it to me and read all the messages I forget how I want to let Vin sleep in and gasp, propping myself up on my elbows in bed. Oh my God! I have probably a hundred messages from people asking me all sorts of things from commenting on my relationship with my agent to how soon are we getting married and having babies. Some of them are just downright stupid, like the one that says I was jealous Cora was having a baby and getting all of the attention so I went out and got myself knocked up by the closest man to me which happens to be Vin. Or one that says I was jealous of Watermelon's relationship with the new hottest thing after he dumped me and went out and got knocked up by the closest man to me - Vin again. At least they're consistent about one thing.

"You shouldn't look at your phone first thing in the morning." His sleep roughened voice shocks me and reminds me I am still fully naked with him beside me. Both breasts are bare where I sit up on my elbows. I grab for the sheet and try to sit up more fully but he doesn't move his arm which is really heavy. He doesn't remove his hand from my boob either, instead just leaving it there like maybe I won't notice.

"Vin, something happened." How is he going to take this latest shit storm? Is he going to blame me? Is it my fault? If I hadn't gone outside with my co-star, if I had just stayed inside and waited for him to finish talking on the phone I wouldn't have been anywhere around that paparazzi.

"Something always happens, Sweets. If you let it get to you, you won't sleep at all because of what "happens" when you do. You have to learn to shut everything out and take some quiet time." He opens one of his eyes in a sleepy squint and gives me a half-smile, not concerned at all about our phones blowing up. "Besides I'm your agent, aren't you supposed to let me handle everything for you?"

After he reads some of the things being said he might not want to be my agent anymore. "Vin, This is serious. Serious enough that Cora AND Mason are texting us."

That gets him to open both eyes and he motions for me to hand him his phone. I brace myself for his reaction but it never comes. He shoots off a brief text and then puts it back down on his table like nothing is going on beyond a normal day. He even rolls over and throws his arm back around me.

"What...? Why aren't you freaking out about this? Is this normal for you?" I haven't heard of him being with anyone in the magazines but maybe I wouldn't because he isn't famous, just his clients. When someone did write something about him they seemed to think he was married to his career and was a confirmed bachelor. "Do you get mistaken for your clients' lover all the time?"

He laughs sitting up now. He cracks his neck and looks at me. Actually, he runs his eyes over all of me before he answers. "What do you want me to do, Sweets?"

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