Debt Collector

by Weston Parker

  "What's going on?" Frank walked up onto the stage and stopped by the bed, his question directed to Trish.

  "Nothing. Sorry. It's been a long week. Let's do it again." She smiled and glanced over at me. "That okay?"

  "Of course." I turned my attention back on her. "We’ll do it until you're comfortable."

  She smiled and moved back to rest on her heels. I crawled back up on the bed and relaxed as she crawled on top of me and glanced down at Frank, who'd walked back to his seat.

  "The real scene is with our clothes on, right?"

  "No. It's with you fully naked and Ethan soon to join you. Is that a problem?" His voice was tight with agitation.

  She glanced down at me, her eyes running over my chest and stomach. "I just got married. I can't do this."

  "No problem." I laid there as she got off and walked off the stage to talk with Frank. It didn't look like Riley was going to have much competition after all.

  I rolled over onto my side and caught her attention. "You ready? Scared?"

  She shook her head. "I have to go change, but it's you who should be scared. You got your cup on?"

  No she didn't.

  My body hardened just because she most certainly did.

  "Don't wear your bra... be a rebel," I called after her and dropped back down on the bed as my blood began to boil. The movie had two real sex scenes, which I would make sure we rehearsed over and over and over again.

  A wicked smile lifted my lips and I yelped as Deza popped me in the chest, appearing beside me like a ghost.

  "Behave. I see that look on your face. What's gotten into you?"

  "Riley." I shrugged. "Leave me be. I'm more excited than I have been in ten years. Just go enjoy the show."

  "I'm serious." She popped me again, and I was done with her being a twit. I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed and dry humping her side in a silly manner as she swatted at me.

  We laughed as the whole crew stopped and turned to look at us.

  "She's my wife. You guys didn't know that?" I smirked and rolled back as she pushed at me before jerking up and growling, "Fucking great, Ethan. Fucking great."

  Chapter 13

  Riley

  "I think I'm going to barf." Charlotte moved in front of me as I pulled my dress over my head.

  "No, you're not. Go out there and ask the attractive Hispanic woman if I can wear my bra or what the deal is." I swallowed my own nervousness, not wanting to add to Charlotte's. The poor girl looked green. Where bringing her felt like a huge mistake now, I was sure after a few days of letting the dust settle that I would change my mind. Helping her mark something off the top of her bucket list was cool, no matter the cost.

  "Yeah, sure." She turned and walked out, leaving me to stand there and study myself.

  Did Ethan like big breasts or little ones? I was somewhere in between, enough for a good handful, but maybe he enjoyed something different.

  "Why do you care?" I lifted my eyebrow and pulled the robe over my shoulders, leaving my thigh-highs, garter, panties and matching bra on. I'd bought the sexy arrangement the summer before when my financial aid money finally came in. Why, I had no clue, but I was grateful for it now. It was sexy even if I wasn't.

  "You talking to yourself?" Deza walked back in beside Charlotte.

  "You know it." I turned and opened the robe. "This good or are you guys wanting something else?"

  "That's wicked hot." She smiled. "I'd leave your bra on. The rule in Hollywood is to give them exactly what they ask for and not an inch more. They need to come groveling for the rest."

  I chuckled and turned, pursing my lips and checking my teeth before nodding. "Good. Then I'm ready."

  "Those garters are a smart move. Hot as sin." She opened the door and moved back. "Good luck with him today. He's in a playful mood and being a total pain in the ass."

  "Ethan?" Charlotte whispered as if his name had power.

  Deza laughed. "Yeah. That guy."

  I wiggled in between them and walked toward the stage. The clicking of my high heels was the only sound around us, and it left me feeling powerful for some reason. Ethan was still laying on the bed in nothing but his underwear. His body was on full display and God if I didn't want to stop and grab my camera phone. He was beautiful, perfectly sculpted. I wanted to know so badly what he was like in the throes of passion, but it was wasteful to entertain thoughts that would never go anywhere but around in circles in my head.

  "Hi, Riley. How are you?" Frank turned to face me. "You ready to get this show on the road?"

  "Yes, sir. I have my lines down, and I'm looking forward to slipping into character." I tugged at the string on my robe and walked up the stairs, pulling it sensually from my shoulders as Ethan lifted up from the bed and leaned against his arm. "Were the other actresses incredible? I thought I saw Dani Lee in here earlier. I love her."

  His eyes moved down the length of me as desire swept across his strong features. The sight of him enjoying me left butterflies dancing in my stomach amongst other things.

  "You would love that crazy bitch." He laid back on the bed and turned to watch me.

  I put my back to him, almost giddy over the fact that my G-string would help me tease him if nothing else. "The scene is the first sex scene in the film, right?"

  Frank swallowed hard and nodded, his response a little breathy. "Yeah. Ethan has finally convinced you that your union in the bedroom is only going to help solidify your business arrangement. It needs to be passionate and almost angry."

  "Got it." I turned to find Ethan on his side, his teeth pressed to his bottom lip.

  "You had to wear the garter, didn't you?" He rolled over and groaned.

  "I thought it would add to the scene. You don't like it? Take it off of me." I crawled up the bed and straddled him as the first scene forced me to do.

  His hands slid over my thighs, playing with the top of my pantyhose. "That's the problem. I love it."

  "Good. Hopefully it will add to me getting this part."

  "It's adding to me wanting to give you my part." He smirked and moved his hands back to the bed.

  Him teasing me was almost too much, but the thick press of his cock against me was definitely over the top.

  "I don’t want your part. You're the male lead." I turned to focus on Frank as if the sexy bastard beneath me didn't matter.

  "That's not the part I was talking about giving you, and you know it," he whispered. "Lift up and let me reposition myself."

  "Why didn't you wear your cup?" I turned and pinned him with a hard stare, a little pissed that he would put me through the trauma of having to feel just how big he was.

  "Because it pinches my nuts. Lift up and stop acting like you're not going to enjoy this." He narrowed his eyes a little, and I realized that he wasn't at all the sweet guy he played in the Hallmark movies, not that I'd fallen for that shit anyway.

  I pressed my hands into his strong chest and lifted up, locking my gaze onto his as he reached into his underwear and pulled his cock up to lay against his stomach. Try as I may not to look down, I couldn't help myself.

  "Sit down on it so that no one sees me, please. Part of being partners in this fucked up life is having you protect me." He gripped my hips and pulled me into place. The thick head of his cock rested between my legs, as did the two inches that wouldn't fit into his underwear.

  "Fine." I swallowed my need to moan deep and low in my chest. He was magnificent, the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in all of my life. Every cell in my body woke up and screamed for a chance to test him out. His cock was the biggest I'd ever seen and embarrassment rolled over me as my mouth started to water. "I'll protect you."

  He nodded and let his eyes run up the front of me. "And I'll do the same for you."

  "Places. And... action!"

  Ethan gripped my arms and flipped us, pressing himself between my thighs and grinding into me. "You wanna play, do you?"

  His hips jerked forward as he rubbed the thi
ckness of his large shaft down my center, and I opened my legs wider as my eyes fluttered and a moan left me.

  Stop it. Fucking get your head in the game.

  "I do," I groaned, not wanting to miss a beat. I was truly lost to my desire for him, though I hated it. I could act with the best of them, but there wasn't going to be any effort in my little show for the cameras today.

  I gripped his sides, slid my hands over his strong back and raked my nails down his lower back.

  He groaned and rocked into me again as my fingers crept into his tight underwear until I had his perfect ass cupped in my hands.

  His voice was deep and strong as if he were unaffected by me. "And how would you like it, Stacy? Hard? Slow? Deep?"

  My whole body ached to move the little bit of cloth between us away and have at each other. In the actual film we would be naked, and the fun would be not accidently overdoing it.

  He leaned down, pressing his body against mine as he tucked his face against my neck. His next words were whispered just for me.

  "I can almost smell your arousal, Riley."

  I arched my back and moved my hands to grip his hips, following the script perfectly as I pressed my lips to the top of his thick shoulder.

  "I like it hard. From behind, and don't forget to pull my hair," I whispered roughly before pushing off and turning us. I ignored his teasing and ran my hands up my sides before cupping my own breasts and rocking back and forth against him, creating a delicious friction between us. "That sound good, or are you one of the good guys who likes to make love?"

  He chuckled and gripped my thighs as his eyes widened a little. My panties had slipped to the side, but I hadn't stopped rolling my hips, emulating sex. My wetness covered the tip of his dick, and the tension inside of me was ready to erupt into the orgasm of a lifetime.

  "Riley." He gripped my hips and bit his lip. "Stop."

  "Cut! What's going on? That was incredible. Why did we stop?" Frank called out from the side of the stage.

  I glanced over and smiled. "Wardrobe issues."

  Ethan was panting, his lips swollen and eyes dilated by the time I turned back to focus on him. The real need in his face ripped me open.

  "I'm sorry. What do you guys use during the actual filming?" I kept my voice steady as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

  "You're so wet." He glanced down and took a deep breath. "Fuck."

  "Hey." I tapped his chest. "Stay with me. We're acting here."

  "That's not acting." He lifted his hips, sliding against my center. I stifled a growl and tugged the sheet from his side, covering him as I got up and picked up my robe. I was so close to coming in front of all of the people watching us, but it wasn't happening.

  This wasn't a fucking porn. It was a major motion picture.

  "Are we done?" I walked down the stairs toward Frank with a calm smile on my face. I was holding on by a string. Never in my life had I wanted someone so badly. The afternoon with Jace did nothing now that I was faced with straddling the hottest man in America and getting confirmation that he did have something incredible tucked behind that cup I'd made fun of.

  "We can be. That was-" Frank started, but was cut off.

  "Beautiful." Deza stepped up in front of me, reaching up to touch my face. "You okay?"

  "I'm great." I turned and gave Ethan a smile. "You okay, or you want to do it again?"

  He pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his waist before walking down off the stage and leaving without another word.

  "Did I do something?" I looked back over at Deza, realizing that Charlotte was gone.

  "No. I told you that he's just in a mood." She shook her head. "That was intensely passionate. I loved it. I'll go check on him."

  "Where is Charlotte?" I glanced around.

  "Charlotte?" She walked with me toward the back of the room as the rest of the staff started to clap for us.

  "Jade?" I responded.

  Deza laughed and pointed to the women's restroom. "She almost fainted during the scene. I take it she's an uber fan?"

  "You take it right." I turned to walk to the bathroom, but paused as she called to me.

  "Riley..."

  "Yeah?" I glanced over my shoulder.

  "Great job today. I'll be in touch, but I think you know that you have my vote."

  "It's Ethan's vote that I'm worried about. He plays a dangerous game."

  "Don't we all?" She chuckled and turned from me.

  I walked past the bathroom back into the dressing room. To my surprise, he was sitting in the seat in the middle of the room. I closed the door and walked in, stopping short of standing in front of him.

  "Fuck you for that today." He narrowed his eyes on me. "You think you're cute coming in there with your perfect body, and your sexy little outfit. I'm a professional."

  "Are you?" I tilted my head to the side, grateful for the upcoming fight. The plan was to lock the door, press my back to it and fuck myself until I couldn't stand. That wasn’t happening.

  "Yes. You're not, and I'll be sure to let them know that." He stood up and let the blanket drop, putting his glorious body back on display. His cock was still rock hard and grabbed my attention again. How in the world did he work around having such a big erection to hide during love scenes? Never once in all the years of watching his movies had I ever seen his goods.

  "Do what you need to do, Ethan. I came out fully dressed and we were dry humping as part of the scene they chose. I can't help that this strip of panties moved." I pulled off my robe, wanting him to suffer as much as I was with him looking so fucking good and within arm’s length of me. "And if I recall it was you that whispered something inappropriate at me in the middle of the fucking scene."

  He shrugged and walked to the door as I let my eyes move down to the perfect swell of his ass. "Then I guess we're even."

  "Fuck you too, Mr. Lewis." I put my back to him and walked toward the mirror, bending over and sliding my pantyhose over one leg and then the other.

  "You're honestly the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time." His voice deflated, causing the anger to rush from me immediately. "Don't let me near you, Riley."

  "Why?" I glanced over my shoulder, not giving him an inch.

  "Cause I'm not sure if I ever got ahold of you that I'd be willing to let go." He gave me a weak smile and walked out of the room, leaving me with far too many emotions warring deep inside of me.

  Chapter 14

  Ethan

  I shut the door to her dressing room and leaned against the wall, covering myself and trying to catch my breath. I couldn't ever remember feeling so much at once. After pretending to feel half of my life, I wasn't sure how to do it properly anymore.

  Deza rounded the corner and jogged toward me, real concern on her face.

  "What the hell is wrong?" She stopped in front of me and glanced down where I was cupping the top of my dick. "Did something happen?"

  "No. I left my robe in there, and I have a hard-on. No biggie, other than everyone around here has a fucking camera on their phones. I'm not walking out there half-naked." I shrugged and nodded toward another dressing room. "Get me the robe out of there, please?"

  "Sure." She turned and walked across the hall as I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. My cock was pulsing violently as I was close to release over the pretty girl in the room behind me. How she drove me so close to the edge was disgusting... disgusting and addictive.

  Deza handed me the robe and lifted her eyebrow. "What's going on with you? I feel like I'm missing out on something here."

  I turned and pulled my robe on, tightening it as the bathroom door down the hall opened and Riley's blond friend stepped out, stopping short as she saw me.

  "It's nothing, D. Let it go." I walked down the hall and extended my hand to the girl. "Jade. It was nice to meet you today. Make sure you celebrate tonight with Riley. I'm pretty sure she's going to get this part. If it were up to me, it would be hers for sure."

  "Char
lotte," the girl murmured.

  "Okay, good stuff." I patted her arm and walked back out into the studio before making a beeline to my trailer. I nodded at the guard and closed the door behind me, not waiting another minute to tug my robe open and take myself over the edge. I wasn't a sex fiend and yet Riley did something to me that left me wanting to go into porn as long as she was my partner.

  I groaned her name as my eyes closed. I was back there on the bed, but her little stitch of wet cloth was gone. The sound of her panting drove me over the edge, and I lifted off the chair I was sitting in as my body exploded.

  "Fuck," I growled and drove into my tight grip until I was shaking. "I need to get laid, or get a beer. Or both."

  A knock at the door had me cursing. I grabbed some jeans and pulled them over my legs. My dick was sticking out of the top of the pants too far to play it off. I growled and pulled a t-shirt over the top of my head before jogging down the small steps to the trailer door. I opened it to find Riley standing at the bottom in a pretty dress, her eyes filled with hurt.

  "Do you really think I meant to do that today?" Her lip quivered.

  Damn.

  "No." I reached down and grabbed her hand. "Come here."

  She walked up into the trailer and sat down in the first seat she came to, crossing her hands in her lap and watching me. I felt like a different man around her, one that wanted to give a shit about life, about people, about her.

  "I would never do that to you. I'm not one of those crazy bitches who licks your picture poster outside of the movies. I'm a starting actress, trying hard to play this game and impress someone." Her eyes filled with tears. "Anyone." She glanced down at her hands as a soft sob left her. "I should go."

  "Hey. You really saw someone lick my poster?" I moved to kneel in front of her and touched her hands. "That's fucking awesome."