by K E Osborn
She steadies herself and places her hands on my chest while she pumps me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s so fucking good when she rides me like this.
I move my hands to her tits and massage and pull at her nipples. Her silky smooth wetness is driving me wild as it slides up and down my rock hard cock. She moves her chest to mine and kisses me strongly. I grab the back of her head and hold her mouth to mine.
I never want to let her go. Shit, there I go again; I’m so fucked where she’s concerned.
God damn, the feeling is so good. I know she’s getting close again so I move my hands to her hips to help her with the movements. My fingers grasp onto her hips strongly and I move her up and down on me so she can concentrate on her orgasm rather than pumping.
“C’mon baby, give it to me,” I growl at her.
She squeezes her eyes together and starts to moan really loud. Her breathing stops and her nails dig into my chest while she comes apart on top of me calling my name. She collapses onto me so I roll her underneath me to finish off. She’s still coming down from her orgasm; I grasp her hands above her head and continue trying to give her another orgasm. I thrust harder and deeper. With my free hand, I pull her relaxed leg up onto my shoulder so I can fuck her deeply. Her face scrunches again and I have to focus my thoughts on getting her off one more time before I lose myself in her. She squeezes her eyes together and her body stiffens, while she comes again.
Fuck, I’m so fucking close.
I thrust faster, pounding her, even though she’s completely spent. Faster and faster, my cock throbs and I explode inside her. I let her leg go and it flops back down to the bed. I wipe my brow and look into her eyes lovingly as I move off her and she cuddles into my chest.
Bang. Bang.
My eyes open and I’m slightly disorientated.
Bang. Bang.
“Mr. Sanders, Miss Barrett. They’re waiting for you in makeup,” some girl calls out while she continues to bang loudly on the locked trailer door.
Fucking hell. We must’ve fallen asleep.
I gently shake Kat to wake her up.
“Baby, wake up. We’re running late.”
She slowly lifts her head from my bare chest and opens and closes her eyes a few times.
Bang Bang.
“Mr. Sanders, Miss Barrett are you in there?”
“Ah yes. Sorry, we fell asleep. We’ll be right out,” I call.
I hear her huff. We quickly get up and get dressed. I look over to a satisfied Kat and smirk at her. She runs her fingers through her hair to comb out that ‘just fucked’ look.
“Okay, sorry, we’re coming,” Kat calls out while walking toward the door.
“You certainly did come more than once as I recall,” I whisper, she giggles and slaps me on the chest.
“So did you if I remember correctly.”
I lean in and kiss her before we go on set. She opens the door and we are rushed to hair and makeup.
Chapter Twelve
~ KAT ~
We finished filming for the week and Will made an appointment with a publicist, who we are both seeing tonight, for dinner, to discuss whether we need her help with our paparazzi problem. We’re still trying to keep our relationship secret, which is really hard to do because I suspect most people think something is happening between us anyway.
Will comes up behind me and pokes me in the ribs, making me jump and squeal.
“Ass hat,” I call out to him as he jogs off toward our trailer.
“What kind of insult is ass hat?” he asks as he starts to jog backwards so he can keep an eye me. I laugh at him and watch him run into the side of the trailer. He laughs and then opens the door and walks in. I slowly make my way over and step in casually when I reach the door. I turn and close it behind me. Will grabs me as soon as the door closes pulling me to his lips.
“God, I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” he says when his lips part from mine.
I can’t help but laugh. “Babe, you’ve kissed me all day.”
“No, Cohen has kissed Zaylie all day. Now Will wants to kiss Kat and do naughty things all night long.”
I laugh as he puts one hand to each side of my face and leans in for a passionate kiss. I eventually break the steamy kiss before we end up naked on the bed again.
“Babe, we have to get ready for dinner with the publicist.”
“Fuck the publicist,” he says, trying to kiss me again.
“I’d rather fuck you,” I confess.
“Well, that can be arranged very easily,” he laughs with a wide grin.
“You’re insatiable Will Sanders.” I kiss him on the nose, dip under his arm and start to remove my costume.
“I’m only insatiable when it comes to you. You do things to me. My cock is never soft around you,” he calls out flopping down on the bed.
“Get ready,” I call out.
He jumps up and changes his clothes and we head out to the car park to get into his car. We drive out of the studio and over to meet with Patty St Clair a well-known publicist to the stars. We pull up in the car and park outside of the Chateau Marmont on West Sunset Boulevard.
“I’ve always wanted to come here,” Will says as we walk through to the bar of the Chateau and take our seats.
“I’m nervous,” I whisper.
He smiles at me and takes my hand under the beautiful dark wood table. The walls are architecturally brilliant with amazing patterns all over them. In the middle of the wall is an ornate style mirror, which looks like a window on each wall. Around the bottom of the wall is a burgundy plush booth style sofa seat which surrounds the entire room.
Will is dressed in his suit with a purple tie and I’m in a little black dress. While we wait for Patty to arrive, Will gets us a drink. I watch him walk down the red carpet lined stairs to the bar and order drinks. Watching him does things to me; I feel it between my legs. He’s so ridiculously handsome in his suit. I can’t seem to get enough of him. He returns with a margarita and a beer. Hopefully the alcohol will settle my nerves and my insatiable need for him.
“How are you feeling?” Will asks while placing his hand on my leg under the table as he takes a seat.
“I’m fine. I just want to know if she’ll take us on or not?”
“Will, Katerina… darlings, how are you?” We hear as Patty appears out of nowhere and is suddenly standing at the edge of our table, wearing a gold skirt and top ensemble, with gold jewelry hanging from everything - her ears, her neck, her wrist, and her fingers. She dripping with upper class tastes and oozes confidence. I not sure whether I like her instantly or just think she’s a joke.
We both stand and shake her hand and then sit back down at the table. We’re sitting on one side with Patty on the other.
“Mrs. St Clair, would you like a drink?” Will asks politely.
“No, thank you darling. I’m a recovering alcoholic.”
An awkward silence creeps around us and then she suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.
“No, I’m only joking darlings. I’ll have what Katerina is having and its Ms., not Mrs., but you can call me Patty.”
I know my face must’ve shown all the classic signs of shock as does Will’s, but we laugh along with her. Will stands up and excuses himself to go to the bar.
“So Katerina– ”
“Please call me Kat,” I say with a smile.
“Alright Kat. How long have you wanted to be an actress?”
This conversation seems to have gotten serious all of a sudden.
“To be honest, I always thought I’d end up doing music because it’s my first love, but I really enjoyed participating in drama through school and I’m really enjoying my work on the first Nightwalker movie. It’s a fantastic learning experience and I’ve gained so much from it.”
I’m really nervous.
“Darling, this is not a job interview. You don’t have to be formal with me. Please relax and talk to me about how you’re really feeling.” I bite my
bottom lip and listen. “Relax Kat, I don’t bite.”
Will comes back to the table with Patty’s drink and places it in front of her.
“Thank you, Will,” she quickly says while pulling papers from her handbag.
“Now Will, who’s the blonde you’re sleeping with?” she asks out of the blue.
What the fuck?
I gaze across at Will and he looks at me with creased eyebrows.
“What? I’m not. There’s no blonde,” he answers.
My heart skips a beat wondering what Patty is talking about and where she’s going with this.
“Well, that may be the case, but this showed up, on an online forum. People will ask the question and I need to be prepared. So, who’s the hot blonde wearing only a football shirt and pretty pink underwear, and lives in the same house you live in?” She puts the paper down in front of us and there’s a photo of Will standing at the front door of Dan’s house with Charlie’s eyes looking dazed straight into the camera and a shocked look written all over her face.
I’m relieved to know that she’s talking about Charlie and that he’s not sleeping around on me. I can tell Will is concerned about what I’m thinking.
“No, I’m not sleeping with her. That’s Charlie. She’s my best friend’s girlfriend and also Kat’s best friend. I’m definitely not sleeping with her. I categorically deny it.”
“Right, so that’s sorted then. Now tell me how long have you two been sleeping together?”
I look at Will and I have no idea what to say. What’s the right thing to do?
Do we admit that we’re together or should we keep it secret?
“It’s obvious that you two are together, because when I mentioned the blonde, the look on your face Kat gave it away,” Patty states while I gulp a lump down my throat and a tiny tear forms in my eye.
“Right, so this is how I see it. You two are together correct?”
Will nods, but no words are spoken.
“If you want to keep your relationship quiet, you both need to learn how to hide your reactions to questions that are unexpected. As your publicist, I’ll teach you how to handle awkward and invasive questions and I’ll help squash any untruths that come out about either of you. But if you want to keep your relationship under wraps then you both have to work on your, well… for lack of a better word, acting skills.”
She’s making absolute sense because I know how I reacted when she accused Will of sleeping around. I guess if we do happen to become famous, people are going to spread things like that around every chance they get. I take Will’s hand under the table and give it a soft squeeze.
“Would you be willing to teach us how to react in front of the public?” Will asks.
“Of course, darlings, that’s my job and what you’ll be paying me for. You two need as much help as you can get,” she affirms and then takes a long sip of her margarita.
We spend the rest of the evening discussing fees and whether we want to go public with our relationship or not. We decide on the latter. We have to keep our relationship quiet because it could jeopardize the outcome of the movie. Will is hot and sexy, there’s no doubting that, and teenage girls are going to love him. They’ll want to think he’s single so they can all hope to be his next love interest.
It’ll be hard, but it’s for the good of everyone working on the movie. Patty also suggests that once the movie is set to premiere, we might have to hire some security. Just in case. Her words are scaring me; I can’t imagine actually needing a security guard. It’s a daunting thought. We come to the end of our meeting and my first instinct about Patty is the right one. I like her. She’s a bit up herself and a bit in your face, but she knows her shit and I trust her. I know that she’ll do the right thing by us and for us. We walk with Patty to the exit and the cameras start to click the minute we walk out of the Chateau.
“Are you representing Will and Kat, Patty?” A guy calls out as we exit.
She smiles and winks, which makes me giggle. The cameras flash again and again with so much brilliance that I have to place my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright lights. Will places his hand on the small of my back and leads me toward the car.
“Who’s the hot blonde, Mr. Sanders?” Another guy calls out.
Will’s eyes go cold and hard and his nostrils flare.
“Will, remember what I said,” Patty calls out, “keep your head down and don’t say anything.”
Suddenly, the paparazzi leaves us and rushes back over to the other side of the street. We look back to see them chasing after Ryan Reynolds.
Phew! At least they’re avoiding us now.
We say our farewells to Patty and thank her for all her help and we get into the car.
~*~
“I can’t believe I just saw Van Wilder!” Will exclaims as we pull out onto the freeway. I can’t help but laugh.
“I know, and he’s so much hotter in real life,” I say with a huge smirk. Will looks over at me and half laughs.
“Hotter than me?”
If I didn’t know better I’d think he’s feeling insecure. At first, I want to play him a little, but I can see that he really is feeling a little threatened so I play nice.
“No, babe. No one is hotter than you in my eyes.” I rest my hand over his, which is grasping the gearstick.
Is there anything better than a man in a suit, driving a hot car and watching him change gears? Oh God, I really am insatiable. I can’t get enough of him.
We drive through the gates of Universal Studios and make our way to our trailer. It’s pitch black and it feels almost ominous as we walk from the car to the trailer. I take hold of Will’s arm and loop it with mine. I can sense him looking over at me.
“You okay?” I move closer so there’s no gap between us.
“Yeah, it’s really dark and we’ve been filming things that go bump in the night, I feel a bit spooked,” my voice quavers a tiny bit.
“You scared of a little darkness?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm.
“No, of course not,” I lie and smack him on the chest. He laughs again, but then I feel him being pulled away, his arm unloops from mine and as I look around, he’s gone.
“Will, that’s really not funny.” I quicken my pace in the direction of the trailer. “Will?” I call out, but he doesn’t answer. I huff as I reach out to turn the door handle of the trailer, but it’s locked and Will has the keys. “Will, c’mon, this isn’t funny.” I pull on the trailer door and give it a rattle to try and open it. Suddenly, I hear someone breathing deeply. I turn around, but all I can see is pitch black. My heart starts to race as I stare out into the black nothingness. The breathing seems to get heavier and I hear a scream which in turn makes me scream. I turn and start to pull on the door of the trailer, frantically, while my pulse is thumping beyond my control.
I can hear heavy footsteps behind me as I pull and pull on the trailer door. Tears start to fill my eyes. There’s a loud thumping like someone is banging on something in the distance. A hand drops on my shoulder. I scream and jump turning around to see who’s behind me. I push at the strong build in front of me, but I can’t see who it is. Suddenly, flood lights turn on, partially blinding me and I hear someone laughing. I start to shake as my adrenaline kicks in. My eyes squint from the lights, and then I make out the face in front of me… Olsen.
Fucking lunatic. Shit, I’m beginning to really dislike this tosser.
“Gotcha,” he says loudly laughing in my face. My mood switches and I’m filled with rage when I realize that he’s playing a cruel joke on me.
How’d he even get into the studio lot?
I feel my face turning red and it’s at this point in a cartoon scene where smoke would be coming out of my ears. Olsen continues to laugh while my eyes are adjusting to the brightness of the lights. I see Will walk over, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Hey dickhead, you can stop laughing right now,” Will barks at Olsen. He walks over to me and pulls me to h
im. I can’t stop shaking and as my head rests on Will’s chest the tears start to flow down my cheeks.
“It’s alright baby. He was being an idiot. You’re safe,” he says, trying to calm me.
I feel stupid falling for his dumb prank.
Wait, was Will in on this too?
“Did you know about this?” I look up at him starting to feel anger rising again.
“No, he pulled me into the portable toilet and locked me in. I had to bash the door down to get out. I came out just in time to see him flick the lights on you,” he explains.
“Olsen, you’re a fucking jerk,” I call out.
“Jeez, it was only a joke. Lighten up people,” he says as he turns off the bright lights and walks toward us. Will pulls the keys from his pants pocket and undoes the trailer door. His other arm is still tightly around me. He flicks on the lights and I walk inside and sit on the edge of the bed. Olsen follows Will and Will stops at the small bar fridge to grab a soda.
Olsen wolf whistles and then bends down picking up something from the floor.
“Hmm, I wonder what happened to these pretty little panties?” Olsen asks while he twirls my ripped light blue lace panties in the air.
My mouth drops to the ground and my eyes go wide while I watch him handling my underwear. Will grabs them forcefully from his twirling finger and looks at him with hard eyes and shaking his head.
“What? They’re on display on the floor. Kat has always wanted me to see her panties, haven’t you Kat?”
I honestly don’t think he could disgust me any more than he has right at this moment.
“Right, that’s it. Get out. Get. Out. Now,” Will yells, so loudly I jump. He then pushes Olsen toward the door.
“Okay, okay, I’ll behave,” Olsen says as he tries to grab my lace panties from Will’s jacket pocket. Will swats his hand and Olsen laughs quite loudly.
Will walks over and hands me a soda and then sits on the edge of the bed with me.
