by Tiana Laveen
Monica had just returned home from dropping off Simone at school. She had a piece of toast halfway in her mouth and a blanket across her lap.
“Oh, I’m fine, fine – just eating some breakfast,” she mumbled between bites.
“Well, we got a rush on your tests results per Antonio’s request, and…”
“Wait, per Antonio’s request? Why?” Monica interrupted.
“He said he wanted to get you started as soon as possible. We told him your results yesterday morning, but we needed to wait until today to get all the paperwork back.” Monica smirked.
“No wonder he ate me. Lord knows the good doctor would never do that without clearance first,” she thought to herself.
“Good news,” Lisa continued. “You came back clean as can be. I’m glad you accepted our offer. Sheila and Antonio are very impressed with you. Antonio’s truly one of the best in the biz and doesn’t throw out compliments easily. He said that your body’s very nice, that you kiss naturally, and that you give excellent fellatio!” Monica muffled a laugh. The way Lisa spoke about sex, it was as if she was speaking about the weather or the latest baseball game.
“Thank you for submitting your school schedule. We’re going to try to make sure that you only have to film when your daughter’s in school and you’re not in class. It’ll be a bit of a balancing act, but we want to be accommodating. Please be on time for the shoots, though.
You’ll need ample time for hair and make-up as well as wardrobe. Can you be here tomorrow at ten AM? According to your class schedule, you’re free,” Lisa asked. Monica was suddenly jolted by stage fright.
“Yes – yes, that’s fine.” All she could think was, “This is really about to go down!”
“OK, great. Just to prepare you a bit, Antonio and you will pretend to be a married couple for the first video. I think you’ll be working with him a lot initially since he’s so experienced and seems to have really taken to you.”
“Oh, OK,” Monica smiled.
“Alright then! Oh, two more things. I don’t remember from your paperwork, but are you on any birth control, and what type of bagels do you like?” Lisa asked.
“Uh, I take the pill, and plain’s fine.”
“Excellent. Plain it is! Bye, Monica. Enjoy your day.”
* * *
“Anus, my anus! Put it in my ass!” Monica walked past two men practicing lines in the hallway. One of them nodded, then started up again. She shook her head in disbelief and continued to her dressing room. She opened the door and walked in. One of the questions on the paperwork asked what her favorite color was. She answered “yellow.” There she was with yellow walls and a yellow table with matching chair. There were even golden roses on her vanity. A note read:
Looking forward to working with you.
– Antonio
Monica smiled, sat down, and looked at herself in the mirror.
She thought about the evening with Antonio and wondered what it meant to him. She said aloud, “The show must go on.” She picked up a couple of papers off the table and read: Antonio Giordano:
HIV…Negative
Chlamydia…Negative
Syphilis…Negative
Monica continued to read and saw something written in fine print: Antonio prefers to wear condoms with all actors unless discussed and agreed upon before entering the set and upon the results of “clean” test results, as well as utilization of proper birth control methods. Should he make an exception to this rule, it shall be done in writing and be signed by all parties.
There was a knock at the door. Two women came in. One had a curling iron, the other a large roller bag filled with Mac make-up. They said “hello” quickly and began work on her as if they were being timed with a stopwatch. Fifteen minutes later they were done. Monica felt like she had walked through a carwash. She turned to look at herself. Her make-up was flawless. A few loose curls were put in her hair. She tousled it a bit more with her fingers. She looked to her left and saw a silky, cream-colored nightgown laid out with a matching, sexy G-string and pumps. A diamond choker and wedding ring also lay next to it.
“This must be wardrobe.” She stood up and removed her jeans and shirt. There in the room were a sink, loofah, soft sponge, hand towel, and soap. She freshened up then slid the gown over her naked body. It felt so cool and satiny. She put on the G-string, pumps, and diamond choker with matching ring.
There was another knock at the door.
“Yes, who is it?” Monica asked.
“Antonio, can I come in?”
“Sure.” Monica crossed her legs. The door swung open and there stood Antonio in a black pinstripe Armani business suit.
He had a briefcase and expensive, Italian leather shoes.
“Oh, my goodness, look at you!” Monica exclaimed giving him the once over.
“I’m your husband,” Antonio laughed. “I’m a rich businessman, and you’re a horny housewife. I’ve been gone on a long trip, and we’re supposed to make passionate love upon my return. Now, I want you to act natural. If you don’t have anything to say, don’t say it, but don’t leave dead air space. This is all impromptu and supposed to come naturally. That’s why we don’t work with etched-in-stone scripts. In this one, there’s going to be some foreplay –kissing, touching, maybe naked grinding, fellatio, and cunnilingus, but not in that order. After that, we start intercourse. We begin with you getting on top, then missionary, then doggy style, then I cum. If we deviate, they may want to do a retake, so unless you want to be here all day, follow my lead, OK?”
“OK,” Monica responded, her thoughts drifting as slight panic flooded her senses.
“Alright. We really don’t have time to practice, so try to remember what I said. See you in five.” Antonio blew Monica a kiss and left. Monica sat at her vanity with her heart thumping loudly. The door swung open and a camera man with a microphone attached to his arm shouted, “Monica, time for your debut.” Monica stood up and followed him. She felt like she was going to faint. She walked onto the set and saw it was decorated like an upscale apartment. She was told to sit on the couch. A woman rushed over and flowed her nightgown out for her and moved her hair a bit. Monica heard a countdown:
“5 – 4 – 3 – 2…”
Antonio walked onto the set. Monica focused on him. She started her breathing exercises he taught her. She remembered everything he told her.
“Honey, I’m home. Boy, what a trip. I’m so glad that’s over.
I sure missed you.” Monica stared at him, looking like a deer in the headlights. The room was so bright, and there were so many cameras in her face. Antonio’s eyes enlarged. He repeated his line. Monica stood up and walked over to him. She tried to ignore the random strangers in the room that were about to see her in the buff, but they distracted her terribly.
“I missed you too, Baby.” She kissed him sweetly. Antonio smiled and subtly nodded in approval.
“After being gone so long, I really need to relax,” he said.
Monica swallowed hard then blurted, “Are you thirsty?
Would you like something to drink?” Antonio smiled and said,
“Yes, a tall glass of you.” He took Monica’s arm and led her to the bedroom portion of the set. Everything was white – the bed, the pillows, the fluffy carpet.
Monica wondered if he had any say in the layout. The only pop of color came from red rose petals strewn across part of the floor from a previous filming. Antonio embraced Monica, pulling her into him tighty as he kissed her urgently. Monica followed his lead, just as instructed, kissing him back. The kiss went on for a while. Monica slowly opened her eyes and realized Antonio was still deeply involved in the kiss. She raked her fingers through his hair. He picked her up and laid her across the bed.
“Oh, Honey, I missed you so much. I dreamt about making love to you every night. All those boring meetings I had to go to – I couldn’t wait to get back home to you and feel your legs wrapped around my head.” Monica looked at Antonio and busted out
laughing. He then started laughing back.
“Cut! Cut! Come on you two!” shouted one of the directors.
“I’m so sorry,” Monica waved. She then turned her back and continued to laugh.
“Me too!” Antonio yelled, holding his stomach and laughing.
“Just give me thirty seconds please. Come on Rick! You know that was funny!”
The director smiled and said, “Yeah, well, time is money. Get back to work.” Antonio walked up to Monica, trying to stifle his laughter.
“OK, no more of that. I know this shit’s corny, but play along.
Just follow my lead. Give me the order again,” he said.
“Foreplay, pussy lick, dick suck, grinding, ride you, missionary, doggy style, nut.” Antonio smiled and flicked her nose affectionately with his index finger. “Good job.”
“5 – 4 – 3 – 2…”
“Oh, boy. All of those boring meetings I had to go to. I couldn’t wait to get back home to you and feel your warm embrace.” Monica sighed with relief that he did not say the same ridiculous line.
“I missed you too, Honey. Come on and get into bed with me.
I was dreaming about your cock in my mouth all day.” The director perked up. Monica was slipping into character quite nicely. He gave thumbs up. Antonio sneered about Monica’s new found confidence. He walked over to her, removing her nightgown briskly, exposing her breasts and taut stomach. He shoved his hand down her panties, rubbing her clit while staring at her intensely. He listened to her breathing and leaned into her face, close to her ear so as to hide his face from the camera.
“Slow and easy,” he whispered.
He leaned her back on the bed and removed her panties, then placed his hot mouth on her creamy center and worked his tongue back and forth. Monica looked down at him and thought she was going to explode. Antonio looked up at her as he worked a couple fingers inside. He abruptly pulled out and began tongue-fucking her relentlessly. Monica squirmed and squealed.
“Oh, damn he’s good!” she thought to herself. Antonio continued to make Monica’s eyes roll to the back of her head.
She could feel herself approaching orgasm. It wasn’t an act, and Antonio knew it. Her whole body shook. She gripped the bed, her knuckles fully whitened as her nails sunk into the sheets.
Antonio sucked diligently on her clitoris.
“Give us some light,” one cameraman said as he zoomed in on the cunnilingus shot. “Let’s get some still camera work in over here. This is good for the website.” A short, stocky man ran over with a digital camera taking back-to-back shots. He disappeared as fast as he arrived.
Antonio looked up at Monica, asking with his eyes, “You OK?” Monica gave a slight nod. He looked back down and finished her off.
Opening her up with his index and middle finger, he allowed the camera to get a look at her pink center before he continued the tongue-fucking. Monica laid back, feeling her moisture increase and her pelvis rise up and down. After panting for a few seconds, she rose up and grabbed Antonio’s belt. Sliding it out, she unzipped his pants. He quickly stepped out of them, removing his shoes and socks. He stood in front of her, directing with a point of his finger to get on her knees on the floor.
Monica snatched the condom out of his hand and rolled it down over him with her mouth. Applause broke out from the camera crew.
She took his penis in her hand and flicked her tongue lightly over it rapidly. Antonio moaned and held the back of her head.
Then she did it. She swallowed him whole. Several camera men gasped. Monica worked Antonio over, playing with his balls.
She stopped, took his balls gently into her mouth and hummed.
She heard someone clap. She let go, licking his shaft, then devoured him once more. Antonio lost his balance and fell back onto the bed. More clapping erupted.
“Don’t worry, Monica, we can edit all of this background noise out. You’re fucking incredible!” Rick shouted with impressed regard. Monica took her tongue and began to swirl it around his shaft swiftly while it lay thick in her mouth. Antonio began to buck. He grabbed her by the back of the hair and threw her on the bed, spreading her legs open. He began to eat her again. Reaching up, he pinched her nipples hard. Monica moaned and shivered.
“Wait a minute, this isn’t right!” yelled one of the cameramen.
“Shhh. Let this play out.” Lisa suddenly appeared on the set with her arms crossed, watching and instructing others to not interrupt. Monica realized Antonio was in competition with her.
She managed to wiggle away, dominate him, and take him into her mouth again. He promptly removed her again, this time bending her down on the bed, forcing a 69 position.
They both lapped and sucked on each other. Monica bounced her ass over Antonio’s face as he held her waist and ate her pussy. She held his dick steady, deep-throating it repeatedly.
Monica felt herself cumming again. Antonio sped up his clit licks. She came harshly, dripping onto his chin, moaning and scratching. She did not have time to catch her breath. He flipped her on her back and entered her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and looked up at him. He looked down at her. They did not take their eyes away from one another.
The room became quiet. A camera zoomed in as Antonio’s testicles knocked against Monica’s ass.
“I need a camera zoom on their faces please, just their faces,”
Lisa instructed.
“Get a shot of this please. That’s a nice color contrast,”
instructed Rick.
“Um – I think I’m going to have to work from home next time,” Antonio said, trying to get back into character as he dove in and out of Monica.
“You’re my sugar daddy,” Monica purred.
“Yes, Baby. I bring home the bacon, then pork you all night.”
There were chuckles from the peanut gallery.
“Can I ride you?” Monica pleaded.
“You sure can, Wifey.” Antonio pulled out and laid on his back. He watched as Monica slide down his shaft like a stripper pole. She did the splits on him, bouncing and up and down.
Antonio gripped her hips, then thrust back. They were in perfect unison. Monica leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest.
“That feels so good, Baby,” Antonio sighed. It wasn’t a line.
It came out naturally, and Monica detected the difference. He held her stiffly to him, pushing deep inside her then withdrawing.
Monica leaned down and kissed Antonio. They looked at each other passionately.
One cameraman objected, “We can’t see! Get someone on Station 8! What’s Antonio doing?” Lisa snapped her fingers for a couple crew members to move back and be quiet. One cameraman climbed a ladder to get a vantage point above the bed. He winked, gave thumbs up, and continued to film.
“Do I make you feel good, Baby?” Antonio moaned.
“Um hmm. Yes you do,” Monica responded, then began to kiss him again. Antonio reached between them and rubbed her nipples, gently pinching them and sucking them all the while maintaining his tempo as she rode him. He rolled her over on her side, keeping himself inside her. Lifting her leg up higher on his waist, he swayed back forth, bringing her close to him, kissing her deeply while running his fingers through her hair. He stared into her eyes, rocking her. Her mouth was open and her eyes began to glaze over.
“What the fuck’s going on here?” One frustrated crew member shouted. Rick laughed.
“This is real, guys, if you haven’t noticed.”
“But I can’t get my shots! They’re all wrapped up, embracing, and not paying attention to us! They aren’t fucking. It looks like some Kama Sutra shit! I don’t know what the hell this is!”
yelled the disgruntled crew member.
“Don’t stop taping!” screamed Rick.
“Something’s happening between us,” Monica whispered away from the microphone.
“I know,” he whispered back, gently caressing the side of her face. He shifted, placing
Monica on her stomach and pointing to a pillow for her to prop herself up on. Pushing his weight onto his arms, he glided inside. Her moan was loud and inviting.
“Finally!” said another crew member, moving into position.
Their bodies once again writhed in unison. He gently took one hand and grabbed her around the neck, dominating her, making her submit. Monica bit the pillow, sighing as Antonio dove deeper and deeper into her chocolaty velvet. He came out of a brief daze and waved his thumb quickly, signaling the crew.
“Time for the money shot,” Rick said as he had two cameras zoom in. Antonio sped up, pushing Monica’s body deeper into the bed, forcing her to feel all of him. She welcomed it, throwing her ass back in his direction. He pulled out quickly, pulled off the condom and squirted a thick blanket of semen onto her ass. His loud primal moaning and panting could be felt throughout the studio. He shuddered, turning away from the camera.
“Volume up!” yelled Rick. “Catch everything that comes out of his mouth in editing right here. He spread her ass cheeks apart and let it drip down the crack. Two cameras quickly zoomed in.
Monica lay there, semi-startled. She heard a loud “cut.” She had felt as if she was being put to sleep, like Antonio’s body had been talking to her, relaxing her, making the cameras and people go away. Now suddenly, she was back in reality. She moved to get up.
Lisa rushed over.
“No, Monica, stay right there,” Lisa instructed. Antonio stood, grabbed his robe, and stumbled off the set. His eyebrows were furrowed. Some of the crew tried to give him a high five, but he brushed past them. Lisa clicked her fingers to have camera shots taken of Monica’s ass.
“It looks like one of those brown bunt cakes with the white icing, like grandma used to make,” one of the cameramen joked.
Monica rose up to leave after the last shot.
“Hold on, Sweetheart,“ Lisa said as she took a warm, wet towel and removed the semen from Monica’s behind. She looked down at her.
“Honey, you did great! It wasn’t what we expected, but it worked out nevertheless.” Monica got up, grabbed her silk gown, and looked around for Antonio. She did not see him anywhere.
