Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 5))

by Young, Luke

  A few days earlier, Paul attempted to eavesdrop on a conversation between the two during the nighttime shooting of the party scene. He hung around outside an open door as Natalie and Chance were inside talking, but he was pulled away by the Director of Photography before he could hear anything definitive.

  Since it was the last day of Natalie’s scenes, Paul figured she’d be returning to California soon and part of him was glad since that would put a distance between those two and he could stop his surveillance.

  “Are you ready,” said the assistant director as he stood next to the heartbroken director. Paul gazed unblinkingly at the monitor.

  “Paul?” the man repeated.

  “Huh? What?”

  “You ready.”

  “Um, yeah, I…” Looking up, Paul spotted Chance and Natalie laughing as they leaned against the mesh covered fence and his eyes widened. “No, I need a couple minutes.”

  He dropped his headphones onto a table and took off toward the back of the court and out the chain link fence door. He walked swiftly toward the two port-a-pots situated just on the other side of the fence near where his subjects were currently speaking.

  As he approached the area he heard Natalie laugh loudly. Quietly he opened up the door to one of the units, stepped inside and locked the door.

  Looking down through the small ventilation panel he spotted the shadow of Natalie’s legs. Then he heard Chance say something about her skirt and he pressed his ear to the vent.

  “Thank you,” Natalie replied.

  “Look, I want you to have dinner with me tonight,” Chance said. “I’m staying at the Loews and the restaurant there is incredible.”

  Paul glared and mumbled an obscenity under his breath.

  “Thank you, but really I can’t.”

  “You remember that part I was telling you about?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “My manager called last night and he got you an audition.”

  “Oh my God, really? Thank you.”

  “He thinks you have a good shot at getting it, since Amanda Seyfried just dropped out.”

  “I really appreciate it.”

  “You’ll love working with Brett, he’s a great director.”

  “I’ve heard that too.”

  “I’ll put in a good word for you. I’ll get the studio to send him some of our scenes and he’ll see what incredible chemistry we have.”

  “It’s been great working with you.”

  “I have the pages they’ll want you to read in my suite. I figured we could eat in and, you know, run them together.”

  “Wait, Chance, I—”

  Paul could hear Chance whispering, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying. He stood on his tiptoes and took a higher angle looking down through the vent to see two sets of legs standing now close together and a hand disappearing behind, well, what looked like Natalie’s behind.

  “Chance?”

  “Come on.”

  “Get your hands off of me.”

  Chance sighed. “I realize you’re new to all this, but I don’t think you understand what kind of opportunity I’m offering you.”

  Seething, Paul returned to pressing his ear close to the vent.

  Natalie began, “Look, I told you I’m in love with Paul and—”

  “Honey, he’s moved on. In fact, I saw him going to dinner with that chick Lisa, you know, the one with the big, um… well, you know the blond. I heard they were sleeping together.”

  “Chance, please take your hands off me.”

  “Why? I heard you like that sort of thing.”

  “What do you mean?” She asked, horrified.

  “Technically we don’t need to have sex, if you know what I mean.”

  “I really don’t.”

  Chance sighed. “Look, I’m not sure we’re exactly communicating, but I’d really like to have you do this movie with me. So we don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to.”

  “Great, because I really would love to work with you again.”

  “A blow job would be just fine.”

  “What?”

  “A blow job. You’ve heard of that, right? Or maybe you still only do anal.” He scoffed. “We could do that instead. I’m flexible.” Chance chuckled. “Almost as flexible as—”

  Next Paul heard a loud slap then Chance say, “You cunt.”

  Paul pushed the door open then rushed back around the fence to the court just in time to see Natalie heading his way, shielding her eyes with her hand, as tears streamed down her cheeks. When she saw him, she turned right and headed toward the other door in the fence. He called after her, “Natalie.”

  She picked up her pace and rushed off the courts. Glaring at Chance, he headed toward him.

  Chance rolled his eyes. “She’s out of her mind. I can’t work with her anymore.”

  “I want you to apologize to her.”

  “For what? She’s such a fucking tease.”

  Paul grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the fence. “You apologize.”

  “What are you doing?” Chance scoffed and took hold of Paul’s arm. “Get the fuck off of me.”

  Looking back, Paul noticed that a dozen members of the crew were staring at them. He released his grip and took a step back. He whispered. “I saw you grabbing her and you fucking called her a cunt.”

  “What the hell? You were spying on us.”

  “What? No, I just happened to be going to the bathroom.”

  Chance scoffed. “When this gets back to the studio you’d be lucky to get a job directing infomercials.”

  Paul pressed his finger into Chance’s chest. “Look, pretty boy, my assistant knows your fiancée’s assistant, so unless you want her finding out that you’ve been banging half the extras on this shoot, you’ll do exactly what I tell you to.”

  “You wouldn’t.” Chance’s jaw fell open.

  “Try me. Everyone loves Renee and the last thing your floundering career needs is the world knowing exactly what kind of low life prick you really are.”

  “Jesus, okay.”

  “Now, we’re going to break for lunch. You will apologize and you will finish this scene with her.”

  “All right. All right.”

  Turning away, Paul held his head high, walking with purpose toward the gate where Natalie exited the court. He called out, “That’s lunch. One hour people!”

  After checking the trailer, the craft service tent and the parking lot, Paul discovered Natalie inside the dorm room they used for shooting several scenes. He closed the door and sighed. “There you are.”

  She turned to him then covered her face with her hands.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I don’t know. Everything I do turns to shit. I screw everything up— relationships in college, this movie, my relationship with you. I just—”

  “He’s an asshole.”

  “Yeah, but this… this is my fault. I hurt you and I don’t know how to make it right.”

  He moved closer to her and put his hand on her arm. Closing her eyes, her stomach buckled as she lost it, sniffling and struggling to catch her breath.

  He began, “I, I, can’t…”

  She looked into his eyes. “What?”

  Smiling gently, he wiped away her tears. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  “I love you.” He kissed her softly on the lips.

  “You do?”

  “I do.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close.

  She kissed him, then pulled back and said breathlessly, “I love you.”

  He kissed her again and her mouth opened wider as she slid her hands down his back.

  He moaned. “Oh, Natalie.”

  “Paul.” She felt his erection pressing into her stomach. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.” She kissed his ear. “Never again.”

  Sliding his hands under her skirt, he cupped the cheeks of her ass. She moaned, closing her
eyes and bringing her hands to his groin, tracing her hand up and down the length of his shaft.

  He breathed out deeply, groaning and kissing her neck as he pushed his finger past the side of her panties and into her wetness. She arched away from him and brought two hands down to fumble with the button on his pants. Hastily, she pulled the two sides apart then took hold of his boxer briefs and yanked them down until his erection sprang free.

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  His swollen cock popped up and pressed into her. She moaned, taking hold of him with both hands. Scooping her under her bottom, he lifted her up and carried her to the desk, placing her down and sliding his fingers back inside of her. She cried out with a guttural groan. “Paul…”

  Their lips connected and they kissed hungrily. She guided him toward her entrance as he tugged her panties aside. When he pressed his erection against her, she moaned out loud and wrapped one arm around his back lifting her body higher and placing her chin on his shoulder.

  Slowly he slid inside her deeper and deeper until he could go no further and for a moment they held perfectly still. She groaned in ecstasy. Leaning back on her hands, she wrapped her legs around him and closed her eyes. He moved back and forth pumping his length into her as he lifted her shirt up, pushed her bra over her swollen breasts and searched out a nipple with his mouth.

  He wrapped his arms under her and lifted her off the desk, carrying her to the single bed while maintaining their connection. Placing her down on the mattress, he kissed her again. She ran her fingers through his hair as he pumped his cock into her.

  Faster and faster they went at it and she reached down to take hold of his balls and tugged on them gently. Looking into each other’s eyes, he thrust into her faster, driving his hips into her hard and fighting for his release. Letting go of his balls, she put her fingers to her clitoris and rubbed it hard. Her mouth opened wide and she came first, her hips bucking up and down as her pussy convulsed around his girth.

  Coaxing him on, she returned her hand to his balls, tugging on them and sliding a finger behind them in order to send him over the edge. That’s all he needed and he exploded inside her, collapsing on her and bringing his lips to her neck and kissing her.

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  As instructed, Chance apologized to Natalie, yet remained on thin ice with Paul for the remainder of the shoot. The next week Brian’s work with Amanda Jo concluded with the wrapping of the film’s final tennis sequence. Following that session, the gorgeous superstar once again floated her offer for dinner, but the married, soon to be a father, tennis instructor once again politely declined. He decided to keep the invitations a secret from his pregnant wife, convincing himself that it was information she was better off without. He also kept telling himself that Miss Joseph was happily engaged and her intentions were nothing but professional.

  Over the next four weeks the movie production kept rolling. Leslie Moore arrived in Miami and shot her limited number of scenes and was quite good in her role as the wild and naughty best friend. Victoria, still bitter from the selection, stayed away from the production, although she did manage to bend Paul’s ear leading to padded bra’s being ordered in Ms. Moore’s size, a body double search launched and several scenes in the movie were expanded to Victoria’s liking. Miss Wilde’s offer to serve as the body double was, however, not accepted.

  Natalie moved back in to Paul’s hotel suite and the smitten couple picked up right where they left off. Jillian ate all the right foods, got plenty of sleep and kept Brian busy in and out of the bedroom as they got to work picking out names and looking at nursery decorating options.

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  Victoria was in the kitchen dunking a tea bag in a cup when a cell phone rang on the counter. Glancing at it, she read the name Ashley. Jim snatched the phone up and shrugged. “It’s just work.” He pressed the button to answer the call and covered the front of the phone with his hand. “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room.

  “Don’t let your tea get cold,” she called after him narrowing her eyes, suspiciously.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  She took off after him, moving quietly and listening closely for where he might have gone. Heading down the hall, she stopped when she heard his voice coming from inside the massage room with the door closed all but about a half inch. She moved closer and listened.

  “No, she doesn’t have any idea,” Jim said softly. “I don’t think we should go to a hotel.”

  Victoria’s eyes widened then she heard him say, “Let’s just do it at the club, she’ll never suspect— not in a million years. Look I’ve got to go, but we’ll work out the details when I come in for my massage at ten.”

  She rushed back to the kitchen with her jaw hanging open. Once inside she struggled to catch her breath, then upon noticing the tea bags still in the cups, she quickly pulled them out tossing them in the trash.

  Jim entered the room. “Sorry about that— that was Todd, we’ve got some kids birthday party today and we were just, um, going over some of the details.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice.” Lifting the cup to her mouth, she blew on it and took a sip. “I didn’t know you guys were doing that now?”

  “Brian’s idea. He’s always thinking of stuff.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I think I’m going to take mine to go.” He pulled a travel mug from the cabinet and poured his cup inside. “I’ve got to be there by ten. I’ll see you later.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  They shared a kiss and he headed toward the front door. She shook her head seething as he pulled the door closed. Carrying her cup to the table, she sat down and stared straight ahead for a few seconds. Suddenly her eyes widened and an evil smile spread across her face. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed.

  “Jillian, it’s me. Could I get you to watch Kaylie for just an hour… Right now… Great, I’ll bring her over… See you in ten minutes.”

  Victoria ended the call, dumped her cup into the sink and headed for the baby.

  Victoria pulled into the tennis club’s parking lot and parked next to Jim’s car. It was three minutes until ten and with her knowledge of how massages worked where the masseuse drops you off inside the room and waits outside the door while you get undressed and under the towel, she had her plan all laid out.

  Suddenly she frowned thinking, what if Ashley went in with him while he got undressed? She realized that didn’t matter at all since if Ashley stayed with him while he undressed she’d know for sure he was cheating and she wouldn’t have to put the rest of her sneaky plan into action. With no time to fix her hair, she wore a baseball cap which served a dual purpose of a disguise. Completing her cover, she donned a pair of large sunglasses and headed into the club. Once through the door, she waited a moment until she saw Todd reaching to answer the phone. She made her way past the front desk, glancing inside the open office door to discover Jim still in there. She plopped down on one of the large chairs in front of the wall of glass, which overlooked the main courts and picked up a magazine, holding it close to her face.

  “I’m going for my ten o’clock,” Jim said.

  “Okay,” Todd replied.

  Lowering the magazine, Victoria watched as Jim made his way down the hall. The moment he turned the corner, she popped up and dropped the magazine down, rushing directly to the front desk asking excitedly, “Todd, what kind of car does Ashley drive?”

  He gave her a surprised look. “Victoria, you just missed Jim, he—”

  “Ashley… what kind of car does she drive?”

  “It’s a, uh, Jetta.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

  “What color?”

  “It’s red. Are you okay?”

  “Thanks.” She took off down the hall leaving him shaking his head.

  Inside the spa, Victoria arrived just in time to see the outer door slowly closing in front of Ashley’s tiny young ass. She rushed to the door, listened for a moment then opened it, finding th
e inner hallway empty.

  She let the door drift closed then held it open an inch, waiting. The door to massage room A opened and Ashley stepped out of the room and pulled the door closed.

  After waiting five seconds, Victoria pushed open the door. “Ashley, I’m so glad I caught you.”

  “Victoria, nice to see you again.” Ashley smiled.

  “Sorry, could you, um…” Victoria motioned with a finger for her to follow before slipping out to the main spa lobby.

  Ashley opened the door and looked at her with concern. “What is it?”

  “You drive a red Jetta don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  Victoria cringed. “I think someone hit it in the parking lot and the police are out there. Um, you probably should go out and talk to them.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Don’t worry, there isn’t much damage, but you should go exchange insurance information or, you know…”

  “Oh, okay.” Ashley pointed to the door. “I just took Jim back and—”

  “Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of him. I mean, I’ll let him know you’re running late.”

  “Thank you.” The slightly frantic masseuse took off.

  Victoria put on an evil smile. “Yeah, I’ll take care of him all right.”

  Pushing open the door to massage room A, Victoria discovered Jim lying face down with the towel draped over his body and his head positioned in the cradle. There was no way he could see her.

  She placed her hat and sunglasses down and glanced quickly around the room for the oil and spotted it across the room. Standing near Jim’s head, she squirted some oil on her hands and rubbed them together. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.