by Alexis Angel
Just as I’m about to say fuck it, I spot it in the corner behind my table. I walk over, grab them and put them on. My holes are sore from the way he was just fucking me, but I love it. It was so fucking hot and I came four times. That’s a record for me.
I’ve also never done cum swapping before. It was actually really fucking hot and I can’t wait to get that guy alone again. Because when I do I’m going to show him just how kinky I can get in bed. I couldn’t do anything too wild today because I couldn’t make much noise.
I look at my couch and my pussy throbs with the memory of what we were just doing on it. I smile to myself and bite my lip.
11
TV Roundup!
Chase: Hello and thank you for joining us for another exciting segment of TV Roundup! I'm your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And I'm your co-host, Nadia Moore.
Chase: Today we discuss one of our guiltiest pleasures. The super sexy hit TV show, Manhattan Reign.
Nadia: That's right, ladies! You know you love the show. Handsome billionaire silver fox, played by Kane Parker hits us in just the right spots. Makes us all tingly right where it counts and gets us so wet.
Chase: That's right. And also filled with scantily-clad nubile young women. Just the recipe to get your dick hard if you're a dude.
Nadia: Add them together and the producers of Manhattan Reign have given Viagra a run for it's money!
Chase: That's right! Nadia and I must have sex at least three or four times after watching each show of Manhattan Reign.
Nadia: He's not lying. And the orgasms are always so powerful when Chase lets me call him Daddy. I call the time period after the show is over the "Reign of Lust".
Chase: It looks like we're not the only ones enjoying the carnal aspects of the show, though, Nadia.
Nadia: Oh? Whatever do you mean?
Chase: Well, sources from inside the studio are telling me that things are heating up between our leading man, and the newest star of the hit show, Sasha Carlton.
Nadia: I mean, Kane is known for seducing the ladies left and right, isn't he? What I wouldn't give to be trapped in an elevator with him. Getting all hot and bothered as we have to take off our clothes.
Chase: You know, normally I would be a bit upset at you for fantasizing about Kane Parker, but even I gotta admit that he's pretty hot. I don't know what I would do if I were in an elevator with him.
Nadia: Well, if you were in there with me and him, would you mind if I shared?
Chase: Actually, that would be pretty fucking hot. I don't know if it would be unsafe in the elevator with the rocking around as we fucked you from both holes.
Nadia: Nah, I'd manage. But then again, the elevators are made in China. It might not be that safe.
Chase: Babe, you can't talk about faulty Chinese elevators on television! We might get sued.
Nadia: Oops!
Chase: But that's how sexy it would be to be trapped with a cast member from that show. What if we were trapped in an elevator with Sasha Carlton? Would you want to share me? Because I would be all over that shit.
Nadia: Oh absolutely! I would totally hold her hair back as she goes down on you and then we would lick your cock together!
Chase: Were we supposed to be talking about TV? Because I'm getting pretty hard right now. I think I might need to take care of this.
Nadia: We were talking about how people are reporting things are getting super duper sexy on set. They don't know when it's going to blow up, but it's certainly getting hot on the cast of Manhattan Reign.
Chase: It is absolutely. Just talking about them makes me want to fuck.
Nadia: Why wait. Let's go!
Chase: You heard the lady, folks. We're off to go enjoy ourselves. And we'll do it over and over again once we see the newest episode of...
VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign!
12
Sasha
“You look smart, and you sound smart,” Alberta tells me, looking at me with one arched eyebrow, “but you definitely aren't that smart. You’re just pretending to be someone you’re not.” She has her hands on her hips, and she’s tapping her foot against the floor. Even though the glare of the lights is somewhat hampering my focus, I trust all the hard work and preparation I did and fire my lines right back at her.
“Well, what can I say? You got me,” I laugh, throwing my hands up in the air as if she’s pointing a gun at me. “Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?” I continue, dropping my mocking tone and defiantly staring her down. Taking one step toward her, I try to calm myself as I feel my heart hammering against my chest. “You don’t know a damn thing about me…”
“I know enough. I’ve dealt with people like you all my life,” she replies, lowering her voice and spitting out the words slowly. Even though we’re just acting, I can’t help but feel that this feels real. Too real. And after what happened during our table read, I’m slowly starting to realize that Laurel’s right; Alberta feels threatened by my presence. But what the hell is she afraid about? She’s been part of the main cast ever since the show started, and I doubt any producer would kill her off and risk pissing off the whole fan base.
“I don’t know what you want of me,” I continue, my heart beating so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. Shaking my head, I then look away from her and start walking toward the window, pretending that I’m looking out into the distance, the New York City skyline rising in the distance. In truth, I’m just staring at the green screen on the other side of the window; the pretty scenery will come later, courtesy of the CGI department.
“I want you gone,” Alberta says, balling her hands into fists. Her words are dripping venom, and for a moment I forget that I’m shooting a scene. I just want to run toward her, grab her by the arms and shake her until she tells me why the hell am I already on her wrong side. This is my first day on set, for God’s sake!
“Gone? I’ve just gotten here,” I reply as I turn to her. Trying to put on a strong expression, I then walk toward her and lower my voice. “And I’m not leaving. This party’s just getting started,” I continue, leaning in and whispering my final line into her ear. Then, with a slight smirk, I walk toward the door and walk out of the set.
“CUT!” The assistant director cries out, and I look at him with an anxious expression. There’s a grin on his face, and so I feel relief washing over me. I want to do well, and I definitely get very antsy when someone criticizes my performance. Luckily, that hasn’t happened at all ever since I started shooting my scenes. Aside from Alberta, everyone seems pleased with the performances I’ve been putting on.
“That went well, right?” I ask Alberta, turning to her and putting on a smile. Even though I really don’t feel like talking to her, I guess I have to try. After all, I can’t afford to turn one of the most important actresses on the show into my enemy. Just play nice, Sasha, I encourage myself.
She doesn’t even bother to reply; she just walks past me in a hurry, hitting me with her shoulder as she does it. I stand there for a moment, following her with my gaze, but then I just breathe out. If she doesn’t like me, that’s her problem; I’m doing the best I can.
“Alberta,” I call after her. She freezes up and looks back at me over her shoulder, an expression of annoyance on her face. Closing the distance between us, I try to push my fears to the back of my mind. “I don’t know why you don’t like me,” I start, feeling more nervous than I’ve ever felt before,” but I’m not here to fight you. I’m just here to do my job. So, please; just focus on your job, and I’ll focus on mine.”
Without giving her enough time to reply, I just shrug and walk out of the set, heading down the corridor that leads to my dressing room. I stop the moment I’m in front of the door, staring at the sheet of paper with my name on it, and I smile to myself. Then, as I reach for the handle, a thought crashes into my mind and I hesitate.
Pursing my lips, I then turn around on my heels and walk a few doors down, my heart almost ready to exp
lode as I stare at the door that leads into Kane’s dressing room. After what happened between the two of us, it’s been hell to focus. It might be stupid (and definitely very premature) of me to say it, but there’s something in this whole situation that goes beyond the physical. And, somehow, I know that’s part of the reason Alberta doesn’t like me. But so what? Manhattan Reign might be my big break, and I can’t ruin it just because of a stupid crush.
And so here I am, standing in front of Kane’s dressing room; after all, sooner or later I’ll have to face him. And, the way I see it, it’s better I do it right now. After all, I don’t want things to be awkward between the two of us; I’ve heard enough horror stories about actresses that ruined their careers by sleeping around, and I sure as hell don’t want to be one of them.
Looking from side to side, making sure that there’s no one around, I then rap my knuckles against the door and take a deep breath.
“Yeah? Come in,” I hear Kane say from inside the room and, with my heart feeling like a hand-grenade, I open up the door and step inside his dressing room. It’s much larger than my own, and definitely more luxurious, but that’s to be expected...After all, Kane’s playing the main character in the show.
“Sasha?” He says, arching one eyebrow as he looks at me. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting to see me. There’s a glass of wine in his hand (and an open bottle on the desk in front of him), and I realize that he’s done for the day. “Do you want to go over tomorrow’s script?”
“I...Uh…” I stammer, not knowing what to say. The scene we’re shooting tomorrow is a sex scene, and so I’m not exactly sure of what he means by going over tomorrow’s script. I think we had enough practice as it is. “No, I just wanted to say something…”
“What?” He asks me, and the tension in his voice immediately lets me know that he’s already expecting the next words that’ll come out of my mouth.
“What happened between us...It can’t happen again,” I tell him, resisting against the urge to punch myself in the face. Am I really telling the most handsome man I’ve ever met that I don’t want to have sex with him? Being rejected hurts, but rejecting someone isn’t supposed to feel this bad.
“Fuck, I…” He starts, lowering his gaze. “I know. It won’t happen again.”
When he raises his gaze, our eyes lock and we say the same words.
“No more sex.”
13
Kane
I bang on Alberta’s dressing room. The woman is such a bitch. Ever since I shot down her advances after Ryan first implemented his no sex policy—and I was still trying to stick to it—she’s done nothing but try to make my life difficult. But seeing the way she treated Sasha earlier was too much. Even if we did just agree that we can’t have sex anymore, that we have to keep things professional, I still want to look out for her. I really do like her, and not just because she has a banging body. I want her to be successful. And bitch-face Alberta seems to be trying to throw a wrench in that.
Alberta pulls the door open, and after her initial look of shock at seeing me, she schools her expression into one of seduction. Or at least I think that’s what she’s doing because it sure isn’t working on me.
I wrinkle my brow at her in confusion when she reaches up and runs her fingers down my chest. “Why, Kane, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
If she thinks this is about pleasure, she’s sorely mistaken. I take her hand from my chest and push it aside, then push past her into her dressing room. “I’m here to talk to you about Sasha.”
“Ugh,” Alberta sighs dramatically, shutting the door and crossing her arms across her chest, looking uncannily like her petulant spoiled brat of a character. “What about her?”
“I saw the scene you shot with her. You weren’t fooling anyone with those thinly veiled threats. You need to back off.”
Alberta huffs. “Whatever. If little darling Sasha can’t handle the heat then she needs to get a new job. This isn’t daycare. We aren’t here to make her life all sunshine and rainbows.”
Her comment is ridiculous, especially because she’s just as young, if not younger than Sasha. But apparently she doesn’t see it like that.
“You need to remember, Kane, that we’re the stars of the show. You and me. Not some little upstart who think she can just waltz in here and try to seduce her way into the limelight.”
“What the fuck, Alberta? You’re kidding me right now, aren’t you? First of all, Sasha did not seduce her way onto this show. She’s extremely talented and got the part because she was the right person for the job.”
Rolling her eyes, Alberta takes a step closer. “You’re the one kidding me here, Kane,” she says, mimicking my tone in a supremely annoying childish fashion. Like, really, how old is this girl anyway? “Don’t even try to deny it. Everyone is talking about it. How her audition was so over the top, how she practically threw herself at you, and then there was the table read this morning. What was that about?”
“Chemistry, Alberta,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s why they hire actors to play opposite each other.”
She scoffs. “You aren’t seriously going to try to convince people that you aren’t attracted to her in a totally unprofessional way? Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows you better than that. You sleep with anything with two legs.”
Except her. The words aren’t said, but I can practically feel her hurling them at me across the space between us. That’s what all this is about. Petty jealousy. I want to roll my eyes, but I need to make sure that this bitch doesn’t go do something really stupid.
“Look, Alberta, you need to just stay away from Sasha. Do your job. Be a professional. But leave her alone.”
She stomps her foot, and I wonder again if she isn’t too far off from the character she plays. “I won’t be replaced! Especially not by her.”
Trying to remain calm, I lower my voice. “Everyone can be replaced, Alberta. Don’t think you’re above that or that you’re anything special that the casting directors can’t find more of at any audition. All they have to do is look in the tabloids to find someone else just like you. Someone with a pretty face and a reputation for getting in trouble. The media eats that up—and that makes the show even more popular. Don’t think for a minute that there aren’t a hundred other girls out there who can fit that bill—maybe even better than you do.”
I can practically see the tirade gathering steam in Alberta, so I do the only smart thing. I turn to leave. But not before throwing one more caution over my shoulder.
“Stay away from her. That’s my last warning.”
I stride down the hall to my own dressing room, surprised by how angry I am on Sasha’s behalf. It’s totally unexpected. But I can’t deny it. It’s there. I want to defend her. I want to watch out for her and protect her from Alberta’s cunning ways.
I don’t know why the fuck I thought Alberta would be sensible. The woman is beyond reason.
Pacing the floor of my dressing room, I feel all this unspent energy coursing through my veins. First, the fact that Sasha says we can’t have sex again. And yeah, I get it. Her career is more important than me getting my rocks off. But that doesn’t make it any easier.
And now this shit with Alberta. I need to blow off some steam. Take the edge off.
Grabbing my wallet and my jacket, I head out the door. I know exactly where to go.
14
Kane
I climb from my Ferrari and walk straight into my favorite high-end nightclub. I don’t even bother checking with the bouncer. The rope just parts for me as I walk up. That’s how famous I am these days. But I barely notice the flash of cameras and the calls of the girls who are still waiting in line behind the velvet rope. I’m too focused on having a good time.
I always come here when I want to let loose. It’s the most exclusive club in town, and I have a VIP table ready and waiting for me anytime I come. Walking through the dark club, the pounding bass rattles through my body, distracting
me from my frustration in a way that usually loosens me up and puts me in a mood to party. But for some reason, it doesn’t quite work like usual.
I gesture toward a waitress, and she recognizes me and nods, indicating that she’ll bring my usual. One of the many perks of having a favorite place to frequent. As soon as I sit down at my table in the VIP section, women creep out of the woodwork. They’re practically climbing all over me like ants on a crumb. Is that what I’ve become? These women want a piece of me so badly that they’ll throw themselves at me. And desperately.
Huh. Weird.
It’s never bothered me before. In fact, I pretty much soak that shit up. I fucking love it. I mean, who wouldn’t? What man in his right mind wouldn’t want hordes of women vying to spread their legs? And these aren’t just any women. These are all models and aspiring actresses. That’s the clientele this club attracts, and they don’t let just anyone through the doors. These are some of the most beautiful women New York City has to offer. Yet right now I still can’t seem to get my head in the game. I don’t understand it a bit.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of it, they all start to back up and scatter to other parts of the club. I look up and see the source of the quick departure.
Carissa.
She’s about the most famous supermodel in the world at the moment, if not the most famous. And she can be fucking intimidating with her long legs, waif-thin body, and nearly six-foot stature—and that’s not even in heels. When she’s wearing heels, she’s almost as tall as I am, and that’s saying something. I know because I dated her. Well, if dating is what you want to call it. We went places. We smiled for cameras. We fucked.
