by Tiana Laveen
about Simone first instead of my own pride. I don’t care what color he is. I don’t care what he does, as long as it’s not illegal. I want her to have the family she needs. Please try to bring her up here on some visitation days. I don’t get many, but I’d like to see her as much as I can.”
“Did you get the letter she wrote you?” Monica asked.
“Yeah, I got it. She had a drawin’ of you and her and drew a heart around it. It broke my heart, Monica. I wasn’t in the picture. Then on the other side of the drawin’ were her, you, and a guy whose hand she was holdin’. It made me punch a hole in the wall, on tha real, but I knew, I can’t do for her what he can because now I’m locked up in here. I have to go, but just know that I love you and Simone, and I want you to live your lives to the fullest.” (The phone went dead.)
Monica walked into Simone’s new bedroom. It was twice the size of the old one. She put in a small purple television that played DVDs and a new overstuffed purple chair. Simone decided she wanted purple instead of pink this time. Monica opened the boxes, hanging up her daughter’s freshly laundered clothing. She opened a box of drawings which contained a bright green folder from school.
“Oh, these are too cute! I can put some on the refrigerator,”
she said out loud as she thumbed through them. She ran across one that stopped her dead in her tracks. It was a drawing done in marker of Simone, Antonio, and her. Underneath it Simone wrote, “My new daddy, Prince V.” Tears filled Monica’s eyes.
She wiped them away, turning over the picture and reading the back. She had forgotten that sometimes Simone drew on both sides of the construction paper. Monica did not think to look.
“I wish my daddy was home, but I’m glad Prince Naveen is here. I like him. He likes my mommy. Mommy likes Prince Naveen. We can be a family.”
Monica sat on the bed, crossed her legs, and sobbed. She hadn’t answered any of Antonio’s calls, and they did not have another movie to film together until tomorrow. He even stopped by, but she refused to open the door. Now she had moved and there was no way he would know where she was. She stood up and finished unpacking Simone’s room then went into her bedroom and started on her closet. Hours later she had managed to get her fall and winter clothing organized.
“I better go pick up the Miss.” She grabbed her car keys and headed to the school. She waited outside but did not see Simone at her usual spot. Monica parked the car and walked up to the school. Finally she heard her daughter laughing from a distance.
She looked and saw Simone being pushed on a swing by a man wearing a baseball cap, sweatshirt, and baggy jeans.
Monica hastened her steps.
“Some stranger’s playing with my child!” she thought to herself as she approached them.
“Hi, Mommy!” Simone yelled gleefully. “Prince Naveen’s here!” Antonio crossed his muscular arms. Monica could barely see his eyes. He had a five o’clock shadow and was rocking from one foot to the other. She hugged Simone and said, “Hey, Baby, can you….”
“I know, I know – go play, but stay in eye’s distance!”
Simone ran off to another set of swings that were higher.
Monica quickly turned to Antonio.
“Don’t you ever, as long as you’re alive, go near my child without my permission!” Monica waited for Antonio to respond.
Instead, he just stood, looking at her from under the brim of his hat. He finally spit to the side and spoke.
“This is the only way I could catch up with you. Why have you been avoiding me?” His agitation was hidden.
“Because I realized we were a mistake. This will never work.
We should’ve just kept it professional,” Monica responded.
“OK. See you tomorrow on set.” He took his car keys out and got into his black Lamborghini. Monica stood there in utter disbelief.
“He didn’t even ask why?” she screamed as she watched him drive away.
“Mommy, why are you crying?” Monica hugged Simone.
“You wouldn’t understand, Baby.
It’s grown-up stuff.”
“Did Prince Naveen leave like Daddy?” Monica kissed her daughter and took her to their new home.
* * *
Monica went to her dressing room. She had no idea what the movie was about. The outfit laid out for her looked like it belonged to a princess. She had a tiara and a puffy, short, pink dress with tulle. There were pink fishnet stockings and a push-up bra. She saw from the schedule that during the past two weeks, Antonio had been working practically daily.
“He’s been a busy son-of-a-bitch,” she blurted, sucking her teeth. Just then the door swung open. Antonio was standing there in a king outfit. He threw a piece of paper at her.
“They want to do a spin-off of the Princess and the Frog. It’s called ‘The Princess and the Italian Log.’ I think you know what they’re talking about. You’re sitting on a log in the forest.
I come to you. We’re supposed to have a passionate sex scene like before, only this one’s set to be a fairytale. Don’t fuck it up. I won’t save your ass this time.” He left abruptly, slamming the door behind him.
Monica got dressed and her hair and make-up done. She thought about how much her daughter loved the original Disney story and how ironic it was that she started calling Antonio
“Prince Naveen.” Monica looked at the cartoon picture of Prince Naveen on the piece of paper that Antonio threw at her.
“Hmm, he does favor him,” she thought to herself. Monica walked out onto the set. Lisa gave her a thumbs-up after looking her over. Monica saw Antonio across the room, staring into his hands and pacing. She walked over and sat on the log. She did not feel the least bit nervous, but her heart was broken. She practiced her breathing to try to focus on the scene at hand.
“5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 – action!” Monica took her ballet-slipper and dragged it to and fro in the artificial autumn leaves. She waved her wand around slowly, smiling to herself.
“Kiss me!” came a voice over a speaker. Monica looked down and saw a plastic frog glued to the prop log. She smiled.
“No way!”
“Come on!” came the speaker voice. “I turn into a gorgeous prince.”
“No, you don’t! I’ve seen the movie!” Everyone started laughing.
“Come on, just a little fuck – I mean, peck!” (More laughter.) Monica bent her head down, pushed her wig out of her face, and kissed the frog.
“Cut!” shouted Rick. A woman ran over and removed the plastic frog. A “boom” sound was orchestrated, and Antonio now stood where the amphibian once was.
“5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 – action!”
“See, I told you. This time it would be different,” Antonio said. Monica knew there was meaning behind the statement.
Lisa stood there grinning from ear to ear. She was still on cloud nine from the sales they were making from Antonio and Monica’s first film together.
“You’re a gorgeous prince!” Monica said, forcing a fake smile.
“Why, yes I am. Here’s the money you need to open your sex toy shop.” He handed her a large gold coin.
“Now, what are you going to give me in return?” Antonio winked. Monica lifted her dress, exposing a soft thigh and pink thong.
“Pussy for the prince?” Antonio smirked. Lisa smiled and waved.
“Yes, pussy for the prince,” Monica responded, looking up at him with big, pitiful, dark brown eyes. Her facial expression tugged at his emotions. Antonio lowered Monica onto a mat that was covered with artificial grass. A crew member moved the hollow log out of the way.
The lights were dimmed and slow music chimed. An artificial night sky with twinkling stars appeared in the background.
Monica looked around, amazed at the beauty of the set. She looked up and saw Antonio’s angry expression soften. He slid off her shoes. Monica slipped her fishnet stockings down to her ankles, allowing Antonio to finish removing them. Her soft, shapely legs were now bare as Anto
nio lifted her dress and disappeared under the layers of fluffy "cotton-candyesque" tulle.
Rick and a few others laughed as he disappeared.
Monica smiled as she saw her dress moving around in various directions from Antonio’s head underneath. He slowly climbed back down and out with her panties in his mouth.
Clapping ensued. He removed her dress. The princess was now naked, except for her tiara and wand. She sat up on her knees, looking up at him, pleading with her poignant eyes.
Antonio slid his tights off, exposing his fully erect member.
Monica scooted closer, taking him into her mouth. This time, she moved nice and slow, looking up at him with each suck, lick, and nibble.
She moved seductively, reaching between her legs and rubbing herself as she orally rocked him. Antonio started to groan. She could hear his breathing increase, even through the music.
He closed his eyes, succumbing to the sensations her fluted mouth played on him.
A camera zoomed in on Antonio’s face per Lisa’s request while another caught Monica’s bouncing breasts and bobbing head. Monica placed one hand around each of Antonio’s butt cheeks, bringing him closer to her. Then, she slowly deep-throated him, turning her head slightly to the left, allowing the camera to capture all of what was going in.
“That’s it!” screamed Rick while a couple other people clapped. Antonio looked like he was going to pass out. He got his composure and planted his feet further apart. Monica continued to milk him, slowly and easily. She looked into his eyes. He quickly turned away. Monica released him, and a couple seconds passed. Lisa shifted her weight.
“Something isn’t right,” she thought to herself. She began to get anxious. She watched Antonio intensely. He fell to his knees, almost in a defeated fashion. He laid on his stomach, parting Monica’s thighs with his arms. Burying his face in her pussy, he shook his head vigorously while lapping her layers. He then grabbed her thighs, cupping them so hard his fingertips turned red. Lisa let out a sigh of relief. Monica moaned loudly. She turned her head towards the crowd as she writhed about in ecstasy-filled agony. Inside went one, two, three, then a fourth finger. The camera zoomed in on Monica’s pussy being finger-fucked with Antonio’s broad fingers. He sucked her clitoris and rubbed her breasts with his free hand.
Monica felt like she was drifting in and out of consciousness.
He pinched her nipples and changed to tongue-fucking her, holding her down with both hands. Another camera pushed forward and zoomed in.
“Climax,” he said out loud. “Princess, climax for me.”
Monica moaned, lifting her hips off the mat every so often. She gently pressed his head into her pelvis. He continued, speeding up the tongue-fucking and thumbing her clit simultaneously. He then sat up on his elbows and slid his index finger inside, searching out her G-spot. He found it and started to work it mercilessly.
Suddenly, clear liquid started to squirt out of Monica. She thought she was peeing on herself and rose up.
“Uh – oh, my God,” she panted. She heard Antonio whisper so that the microphone wouldn’t pick up his words.
“No, this is good. You’re fine,” he assured.
“We got a G-spot orgasm, guys! Liquid gold! She’s a fucking squirter to boot!” Rick yelled as he directed to two cameramen to switch positions. Lisa put her hand on her chin and continued to watch. Antonio rose up. He had Monica get on all fours.
Someone yelled,
“They're gonna play leapfrog. Ribbit!” Everyone started laughing, including Monica and Antonio.
“Alright, cut that shit out!” Rick snapped.
“3 – 2 – 1 – action!” Antonio adjusted himself behind Monica, mounting her, forcing her head and breasts to the floor.
He slid all the way inside, then out again, then in again. Lisa gasped and smiled. She motioned for someone to bring Sheila in.
Antonio started again and again, slowly rocking in and out of her.
“I’m supposed to be your knight in shining armor, your prince. Do you believe that?” Antonio said loud enough to be heard.
“Oh, yes, you’re here to collect your pussy, handsome prince,”
Monica diverted.
“When the prince has to go to his castle and take care of important duties, does the princess know that her pussy’s the only one he wants, regardless of how many damsels in distress he helps? No one stays in the prince’s bed except for the Frog Princess – no one,” Antonio moaned. Monica looked out at everyone. You could hear a pin drop. Lisa was leaning against Sheila whispering. Antonio dove deep inside Monica’s mahogany silk. They moaned in unison, becoming louder and louder. Antonio fell onto her back, grinding on her and kissing her neck with each stroke. He kissed her down her spine, running his tongue up and down it while he continued to slowly grind back and forth inside her. Lisa tapped Rick on his shoulder.
“He’s not using a condom. After eight years of working with this man, he’s never agreed to not wear one, even when I begged and pleaded. Make sure you get a close up of this, Rick.” Sheila smiled.
“This is incredible. This may be even better than the first one.”
Antonio turned Monica over onto her back. He slid inside her once more, continuing the slow steady pace. They moved in unison to the music. He would push in, she would push towards him. He would push back, she would relax her hips. It was like a carefully orchestrated dance. Antonio slowly fell back, bringing Monica with him. She knew what to do. Slowly, she grinded in a circular motion, forcing a grunt out of Antonio. Her juiciness ran down his shaft. She cried out as she approached another orgasm. Antonio gripped her hips, moving gently back and forth to her rhythm. Matching her steady – steady – steady.
Antonio reached down and caressed her clitoris. He took his other hand and softly pinched her nipples. He then rose up, keeping her on him and cradled her as she rode him, sucking her breasts. She started to shake, and then a scream came from her as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes tightly, experiencing each electric bolt that ran through her body.
Antonio took off his crown and jacket. He stood on the set in the dim light, allowing it to shine on his well-chiseled frame. He looked down at Monica who was now lying lifelessly in a flesh puddle, spun in a fetal position, looking away.
“Cut!” Rick yelled. Lisa shouted, “No! No cut! Keep rolling!”
Antonio stooped down beside her, lifting her in his arms.
Monica looked up at him.
“I love you. I love you so much,” she said.
“I know.” Antonio passionately kissed her, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled a chair onto the set that wasn’t originally there. Rick ushered for a spotlight to be shown while Antonio sat down on it. He planted his feet firmly on the ground. He looked over at Monica and extended his hand. She stood up, removing her tilted tiara. The room was dark and quiet.
The music stopped. Only a spotlight shone on the stage of the set. She sat on his lap, her back towards the audience and cameras. He slid the wig off of her head and tousled her tresses with his fingers. They both sat naked, exploring one another with their fingertips.
Rick motioned for the volume to be pumped up. It amplified their breathing. At first, it wasn’t on beat, but then they began to tune into the same pace – inhale – exhale – inhale – exhale –
inhale – exhale.
Antonio pushed Monica up from his lap by about seven inches. He grabbed his penis and she instinctually slid down it.
She rocked on top of him, pushing her stomach towards him. He responded in kind. They looked into each other’s eyes, rocking steady. Antonio gradually increased the speed, churning into her clockwise, then counter-clockwise. Their moans and sighs grew louder. It was soft – tender. It was opulently stunning. Monica shook.
Rick whispered, snapping his fingers, “Camera 3, get on it.
She’s crying!” The camera zoomed in on her face. Three streaks of tears cascaded down her sweet, supple skin. Antonio gent
ly wiped them away. He continued to increase his speed. A couple of minutes later, Antonio’s thumb went up.
Rick motioned across the room, “Money shot! Get in position.” Antonio began to buck against Monica, keeping her steady. He held her close with his left hand and had his right hand ready to quickly exit her body. A loud grunt came. His toes pressed against the floor. He lifted her to the side and squirted cum in the air.
“Close up, now!” Camera 1 zoomed in from the top of the room. Antonio quickly reinserted himself while still cumming.
“He’s cumming in her! Close-up of their faces!” Applause broke out. Antonio rocked quickly inside her, releasing his last few pearl drops. He slowed his pace, still churning ever so gently until they both stopped, resting on each other – inhale –
exhale – inhale – exhale – still in unison. Thunderous applause broke out this time. Lisa topped it with a two-fingered whistle.
“Cut!” screamed Rick. Antonio stood up and kissed Monica on the cheek. Lisa raced up to the stage as he put on his robe.
“Antonio! I can’t believe this. That was incredible. We’re going to get this edited and uploaded in the next twenty-four hours. You already know you have this year’s trophy in the bag.”
She then looked at Monica.
“I’m so glad I had a hankering for an iced mocha from McDonald’s! I never go there!” she laughed, hugging Monica close and patting her back. Sheila walked up and smiled at both of them.
“Congratulations, you two.” Monica slid on her robe and gathered her props.
“Monica you don’t have to get those, the crew will put them back in inventory,” Lisa said as she signed some slips for an employee.
“Congratulations for what?” Antonio said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“For making magic on camera and topping what we thought was already superb. Lightning struck twice. The heterosexual females, rather single or married are going to go crazy for this.
Anyone who’s followed your career, Antonio, knows that this was a spectacular event,” Shelia said, waving her arms in excitement.
