by Alexis Angel
Anxious to tell Laurel about what just happened during the table read, I make a beeline straight toward my dressing room.
“You won’t believe what just —” I start to say, but then I trail off as I realize that Laurel isn’t inside the room. In her place, there’s a handwritten note resting on the table. Babe, the note reads, I’m off to try and meet some producers. Preferably some hot ones. Anyway, I want to get your name out there and pitch some ideas. Soon enough you’ll be a star! Keep your chin up. P.S: Text me if you need me.
“Jesus, already?” I whisper to myself, folding the note in half and shoving it inside my purse. I haven’t even shot a single scene for Manhattan Reign, and Laurel has already been pestering me about trying out for a feature movie. According to her, the TV show leaves some free space on my schedule, and she wants to squeeze every single ounce of that time and strike while the iron's still hot. Well, I guess I can’t blame her for looking after me, huh? Besides, I know she’s been trying to sell a script of her own for ages now, and she’s excited about meeting all these producers.
For a second, I consider texting her and telling her about what happened with Alberta in the conference room, but then I decide to just tell her once we’re back home. After all, what I really need now is to sit in silence and unwind.
Most people assume that acting is an easy job, but it isn’t as easy as one might think. People expect you to get in and out of character on demand, and I believe that some directors even believe that actors have some kind of act-in-character switch inside their heads. I don’t have one of those switches, in case you’re wondering.
That, in a weird way, means that I’m half-myself, half-Katya. And after the tension Kane and I built during our little scene, both halves of me are definitely turned on. In fact, I was already starting to feel uncomfortable during the table read; as I started reading my lines, looking straight into Kane’s eyes, my pussy started growing wet and my thong became drenched fast. It was so drenched that I was starting to feel worried about it; what if that wetness seeped through my thong and stained my dress? Yeah, Alberta would never let me live that one down.
But Alberta isn’t here with me right now, is she? I’m completely alone, and that means I can think of whatever the hell I damn please. And it doesn’t take a genius to find out that I want to be thinking of Kane right now.
Turning around to face the doorway, I bite the corner of my lips and lay my hand on the handle. Slowly, I close the door and turn the key inside, locking it. Tip-toeing my way to one of the chairs, I sit down and close my eyes for a while, breathing in deeply as I surrender to the avalanche of emotions that are building up inside of me.
Remembering the way Kane looked at me just a few minutes ago, I exhale sharply and place one hand over my stomach. Biting on the corner of my lower lip, I move the palm of my hand up, bringing it over the smooth curve of my right breast. I squeeze it softly, feeling my nipple hardening under the fabric, and I feel my mouth growing dry.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, I think to myself, now grabbing both my breasts and rubbing them gently. Then, I move both my hands down the side of my body, only stopping when my fingertips are over the hemline of my dress. Sliding them underneath the fabric, I hold my breath as I reach for my inner thighs, my heart tightening up as I brush my fingers against my drenched thong.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, breathing out all of a sudden. Pressing harder on my pussy now, I imagine how it’d feel to be swept off my feet by Kane. He has big strong arms, and it must feel like home when he has them around my tiny body...And the taste of his lips, oh, I wonder how good they must feel when pressed against mine.
Grabbing the fabric of my thong between my index finger and thumb, I flick it to the side. My skin prickles as I feel my knuckles brushing against my wet folds, and I lean back against the chair and throw my head back. My hair cascades down my shoulders, and I imagine Kane leaning in to kiss my neck, his hungry lips devouring me.
I want you, Katya, I imagine him saying and, for a moment, I stop being Sasha and fade into my role as Katya. He’s a powerful man, almost old enough to be my father...And I’m just the petite foreign exchange student, completely obsessed by his fatherly figure. It’s a dirty thought, I know...But dirtiness isn’t always bad, is it?
“Mm…” I moan, pursing my lips to stop myself. I’m inside my dressing room, yeah, but I don’t want to be too loud. There’s always someone walking up and down the corridor, and I don’t want anyone to decide to put an ear against my door to listen in.
Feeling my whole body tense up, I push past the resistance and, still keeping my thumb over my clit, I slide one finger inside my pussy. I push it past my drenched folds, sliding it up to that sweet spot inside me, and I press there as hard as I can. With one finger pressed against my G-spot, and another taking care of my clit, I work on my pussy until my whole body feels as if it’s on fire.
Kane’s naked body, his groans of pleasure, his hard cock—all these images waltz behind my shut eyelids as my fingers keep on moving, pushing me toward a mind-bending orgasm.
“Fuck,” I groan, the sound of my voice foreign to my own ears. Sliding one more finger inside my pussy, I press it hard against my G-spot, keeping it there until it feels as if my whole body is about to explode. Breathing out deeply, I let a wave of ecstasy wash through my body then, every single muscle in my body twitching as an orgasm takes over both my mind and body.
“Jesus,” I whisper, my voice quivering.
Reeling from that orgasm, I slide my fingers out of my pussy as slowly as I can, my skin prickling as I try to catch my breath.
Oh, God, I know I shouldn’t be thinking of this...But if sex with Kane was this good in my imagination, I wonder how good he is in real life.
9
Kane
“Action!”
I slip into character and lose myself in the elaborate party scene on the Manhattan Reign set. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been this excited to shoot a scene, and I’m not sure what to think about that. I know it’s because Sasha got me all kinds of turned on earlier when we did the table read and now we get to actually act it out, but I also know I shouldn’t be so excited.
I keep thinking about what Ryan said the day Sasha auditioned. I don’t want to cause her any trouble. But she’s causing me plenty of trouble already, and the scene has barely started.
The second she walked onto the set in a ridiculously short and tight black dress, the neckline diving way down between her tits—making a bra blessedly impossible, as evidenced by Sasha’s tight little nipples straining against the thin silk fabric—my dick went instantly hard. I mean, who could blame me? She has legs for miles, long and lean and toned. Perfect for wrapping around my waist as I ram my cock into her. Or even better, around my head as I suck and lick at her sweet pink pussy.
Fuuuuuck. Now my cock isn’t just hard, it’s like steel. There’s no way that can be missed. Not by the director, the crew, certainly not by the cameras. I’m pretty sure from the way Sasha glances at me and bites her lip that she hasn’t missed it either. Luckily this scene is supposed to be full of sexy innuendo, so maybe her reaction—and mine—will go unnoticed for what they really are.
Okay. Focus. I have a scene to do. I’m a professional. I’ve totally got this.
Except I don’t. Not when I look down at Sasha and see all the cleavage pouring out of that low dress just begging to be grabbed and squeezed, maybe licked and bitten.
Double fuck.
There’s no way I’m going to make it.
Drawing in a deep breath, I concentrate on playing my role. Rich father figure hosting a glamorous party full of young beautiful people. It’s not too hard to play the part, honestly. I grew up surrounded by luxury. Money was never an issue. Not only was my dad a famous and well-respected actor, my mother came from old money. My life has been nothing but glamour and glitz. People say that what’s on TV isn’t real. I beg to differ. My life is almost exactly like the part I’m playing now. Ri
ch older guy with young girls chasing after him? Yep. Got that part down.
I look at Sasha again as the camera pans around the party scene—a wide shot that sets the stage for our first on-camera interaction. Breathe. Focus.
And just like always, I’m right in my element.
Smirk. Swagger. Sex.
That sums up me and my character in a nutshell.
The camera swings around in front of me as Sasha catches my eye from across the room and gives me a sultry, come-hither smile. It’s a good thing the scene calls for getting up close and personal, because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
I saunter her way, and then run my eyes up and down her body, taking in every inch of luscious skin that’s begging for my attention.
“If you were my daughter, I’d have to insist you put on more clothes before leaving the house.” My delivery is perfect.
Her smile widens. “And what if I refused to obey?”
Fuck me. My cock totally just twitched at the way she looked at me. “Then I might have to punish you.”
Sasha arches her brow teasingly. So fucking sexy. “Then I guess I’d just have to disobey and see what Daddy had in store.”
Her role is one of such a naughty little vixen, out to seduce her best friend’s father, and right now I’m so totally down with that. I lean in close as I was directed and say, “A naughty little girl, aren’t you?” Then, under my breath, I add, “I don’t know if you can handle what Daddy has waiting for you. It’s big and hard, and I know how to use it to make you scream.”
Sasha’s eyes widen, and I’m certain her nipples perk up even more through that thin fabric. God, I just want to slip my hand right inside and pinch them, then pull them out and suck them until she’s writhing under my hands.
How the fuck has this girl gotten under my skin so fast?
She stays in character, though. “I’m only as naughty as I need to be to get what I want.”
“And just what is it you want?” I watch as her eyes run up and down my body this time, then rest on my package for longer than necessary. I smirk. Yeah, I know exactly what she wants. I want it too. I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to resist this girl. I don’t even want to.
We continue with the scene for the next few minutes. Then we shoot it again. And again. And each time, Sasha gets a little bolder, a little more risqué with the things she whispers to me when she thinks no one is watching or listening. It works in the context of the scene. When the camera cuts away to focus on some of the other characters, we’re still supposed to keep up our flirting in the background.
That’s when I really let it go. Our mics aren’t on for this part to keep out background noise, so I take my chances. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
She takes a sip of her fake champagne, courtesy of the props department, and gives me a heated look. “So very bad. And I’m going to need someone to set me straight.”
I chuckle. “I promise you, if I have my way with you, you won’t be walking straight for a week.”
“Promise? I wouldn’t expect a man like you to make promises to a young girl that you couldn’t keep.”
I have every intention of keeping that promise. And as she turns to walk away, this part of the scene over, my dick is practically begging for relief. I have an out of control, raging hard-on.
At the last minute, she looks back at me, still within close range, and whispers, “You know where to find me.”
10
Sasha
I’m sitting in my dressing room. I’m still so turned on from that scene with Kane. Something tells me he’ll be in here soon. The things he was whispering in my ears turned me on so bad. I wanted him to ravish me. Right then and there, while all of those people were watching us.
I turn when I hear a knock on my dressing room door. I glance in the mirror to make sure none of my makeup has smeared. I get up and I’m trying my best to stay calm and not run to the door. But fuck, it’s hard. Because all I want is to feel him inside of me.
Screw the rules.
I open the door and Kane is looking at me with a deep desire in his eyes. I bite my lip.
“Come in,” I say and open the door more for him.
He steps in and closes the door behind him and it’s like we’re magnets drawn to each other, instantly. His hands go to my waist, mine go around his neck. Our lips meet forcefully and his tongue is wrapped around mine. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the couch.
I can feel his hard cock through his pants and I grind my pussy on it. I want him to know how bad I want him. I want him to know that I’m turned on more than anything.
I feel his tongue go back into his mouth and he tears his lips from mine.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he says.
My back touches the couch as he leans over. I unwrap my body from around him. He stands back up. I sit up some and remove my thong. I toss it carelessly to the other side of the dressing room because I’m more interested in getting my pussy fucked than I am interested in where my thong is.
He drops to his knees, lifts my dress up, and sticks a finger inside of my pussy. There’s no warning and it’s hot. He starts to thrust his finger in and out of me in a fast motion.
“Damn, someone's ready,” he says as he continues to finger me hard and fast.
Oh my God. It feels so good. All of my nerves are screaming out in pleasure. I feel my body tensing. I can’t help but move my hips. I’m grinding against his finger as he continues to finger me hard.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop,” I moan. I’m trying hard to stay quiet. I don’t want people barging in.
Or do I? That would be so fucking hot if someone walked in on us right now. Oh, fuck I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing. I want him to keep going until he makes me come.
“I’m so close,” I say between rigid breaths.
He starts to move his fingers in a faster pace. Oh my God. I’m coming. I’m coming so good. My head rolls back and I close my eyes tightly. It feels amazing. My body is flooded with sensations. Every single inch of me feels good. I’m uncontrollably shaking and my clit is pulsing.
“That’s right, baby come for me,” he says.
Kane pulls his finger out of me and my body jerks.
“Mmm,” I moan.
I sit up and he unzips his pants and whips his cock out. It’s massive. It’s long and so thick. I lick my lips and grab him with my hand. I move it up and down the length of him and then open my mouth.
I use my hand to twist around the bottom of his cock as I flick my tongue across the head of his cock.
“Mm.” He moans, placing his hands on my head as I take his cock all the way into my mouth.
Fuck it’s so big. It’s stretching my mouth. Is this going to stretch out my pussy?
He’s shaved and I like it. I won’t have to worry about pulling pubes out of my mouth later on. I move my head back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I swallow his cock. He goes all the way to the back of my throat. I make a gagging sound. I pull my head back, taking him out. And then I shove him all the way back in to the back of my throat and gag again.
He grasps my head.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbles.
He moves my head back and forth pushing and pulling and I leave my mouth open. He’s thrusting along with it and it’s gagging me.
I feel him grab my hair. He pulls my head back.
“I want to fuck you.”
I smile because I’m ready to feel him shoved inside of my tight pussy. I’m wet and only growing wetter.
I stand up and Kane grabs me by the shoulders and turns me around, and then bends me over. I feel his hand come down hard on my bare ass.
“Uh!” I yell.
He does it again.
“You like it when I spank you?”
“I love it when you spank me, daddy,” I say. But I know to keep my voice down
.
“Mmm. That’s so fucking hot,” he says.
But this time he doesn’t spank me. I feel one of his fingers slide into my pussy.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he says.
I bite my lip and grab onto the couch. His hands grab my hips and he shoves himself inside of me.
I bite down on my lip so I don’t start moaning loudly.
He’s thrusting his cock in and out of me from behind; his finger nails are digging into my hips. Fuck that feels so good. The way he’s fucking me right now. My pussy is tightly wrapped around his cock. I can’t believe how big he is. It’s stretching me and I’m loving every second of it.
He pulls out and I look back at him.
“Suck it. I want to watch you taste yourself,” he says.
I turn around and trip over my dress as I’m doing so. I fall to the floor and laugh. Kane laughs with me until I pull him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he says.
I swallow his cock and take him fully into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I can taste the sweetness of my pussy on his cock. He pulls my head back and asks me how I taste.
“Good,” I say and bite my lip.
“Stand up,” Kane says.
I do as he asks and then he lifts me up just like before, making sure my dress is out of the way, and I feel him slide right into my pussy. Without even looking, his aim is perfect.
“Oh,” I moan into his ear.
My body is wrapped around him again and he has a hold of my ass cheeks. He’s bouncing me on his cock.
Oh my god, it feels so fucking good. His cock pounding into me. I’m covered in goose bumps from the pure pleasure of it all. He turns and takes a couple of steps.
He’s so strong. I can feel his muscles flexing as he walks with me, holding me up and with his cock still inside of me. It’s impressive.
“Shh.” I laugh as my back hits the wall. “We have to be quiet.”
Kane laughs and then presses his mouth to mine. He pins me against the wall and continues to fuck me. Our mouths are connected still and I know he's doing this so we both stay quiet. The feelings I’m feeling are intense. Every nerve in my body is responding to the pleasure.
