by Mia Ford
“Now, it’s my turn,” Eric moans as he comes on top of me. I can’t even protest because he’s perfect shape of a body is on top of mine and he’s wrapping his fingers around my hips and pulling me close towards him.
With one violent thrust, he rams his cock into my pussy. It was so unexpected because I’d just come. I couldn’t have sex again. I needed to rest, but my body betrays me as my sex roars back into life, and instead of telling him to back away it welcomes him with open arms. My wetness starts to draw him closer to me, and my once tight pussy starts to stretch allowing all of his cock to enter me.
He drives deeper inside of me as he growls like a wild animal and he’s holding on to my butt pushing me deeper into the bed. His other hand is on my shoulder as he holds me firmly in place. It’s as if I’m being possessed by him as he takes every part of me and all I can do is scream. Yell at the top of my lungs as the once pain turns into pleasure once again. We start rocking together in unison as our orgasms take a hold. I can’t even hold on to him, I feel so weak, but the energy that I’m exerting feels as if it’s another woman’s body. Not mine. As a connection builds between us. I didn’t even think that it was possible, we haven’t even had a conversation yet, there’s a burning sensation happening and all I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride.
The one that he promised I’d be taking tonight. He’s a man of his word. The famous actor who’s been a shining star in my eye for so long thrusts inside of me one more time before shouting out, “I’m coming!”
Then he starts to pick up his speed and then I completely let go as I’m no longer fighting the pleasure that I’m experiencing at the moment and then my body clenches and tingles. As he starts moving at such rapid speeds and then all of a sudden he stops. I’m too tired to speak as he flops to the side and the only thing I can do is close my eyes as sleep takes over my body.
“You are fucking unbelievable has anyone ever told you that?”
I whisper, “No.”
“Shit, you’re tired.”
He lifts up the covers and says, “Come lay next to me. Get some rest. We’ll have a shower later. I’ll rub you down, and you’ll get your energy back again.”
I hope so because I feel so weak. I didn’t eat that much today and if I knew that not only was I going to be losing my virginity, but I’ll have a marathon session with Eric. I would have had a triple hamburger just to keep me going for the rest of the night. I had a feeling by the way that he was stroking me, he didn’t just want us to have sex in the shower. He did want us to have sex all night long. This was the best birthday gift ever, something that I wouldn’t regret for the rest of my life.
Chapter Seven
Eric
This is fucking crazy!
Something that I would have done back in my hay day. I wouldn’t hesitate to take a girl back to my place, but that was before actors like me used to get caught with underage girls. I’d seen one too many of my co-stars get caught out that way, and the one woman that was safe to take back to the crib was one of the stars at least we didn’t have to worry about their age. They’re the safe bet; it doesn’t matter if they’re married or not. At least no one runs the risk of ending up in court.
I head down the stairs as I look at her sprawled like an eagle on the bed. She’s completely exhausted; she works in a bar. There’s no way that she’s under age. She can’t be. And she said that it was her birthday, but she didn’t say how old she was going to be. That wasn’t even a session, last night and even the early hours of the morning we were still at it. It’s as if the more I take her, the more I want. She’s a piece of candy one that I don’t feel like giving up. Not now. She made me think of something other than drinking, which hasn’t happened in a long time. I feel as if my head’s spinning, but I want to make sure that we managed to pick up all her clothes that were scattered on my stairs.
When we grabbed something to eat earlier, I let her wear one of my shirts. Fuck! She looked as sexy as hell with her tight butt teasing me and when I got the whipped cream and put it in between her pussy that was the only thing that I was hungry for, tasting her all over again.
I’m broke. Well, not quite. I still have the house and the cars, but it won’t be long before they’re knocking on the door wanting to take one of them or even worse all of them.
I can’t let that happen; I need to be fucking positive. I fucking read like a preacher last week, but there’s one problem. They still haven’t called me. I check my phone by the nightstand, and there’s nothing.
Fuck!
Maybe I do need a drink even if it’s too early in the morning. Then again there’s no time limit when I feel like complete shit.
I grab my pants from last night; I’m too tired to start searching for something to wear. Besides, I know that the only two people in the house are Rosetta and Valentina. Before I used to have one housekeeper, a gardener and a couple of other staff. Now, I can’t even afford to keep the garden up. Let alone the rest of the house, but Rosetta stays and does the best she can. If I don’t get the movie deal, then I won’t even have her anymore. She’s been with me for so long and calls me sentimental, but the idea of her leaving fucking cuts like a knife.
I put on a shirt, and then I start to head out of my room, before looking at Valentina once more. I want to see if she’s sleeping or pretending. I shake my head at the idea of her going through my shit once I leave the room. I get close to her just to make sure that she’s still fucking breathing. After confirmation of that and her mumbling something in her sleep. I turn and head out of my room. I’m going right down to the living room to get a drink and then like yesterday. I’ll decide what part of town to get completely drunk in if Florence doesn’t call me today. The agony of staying at home with no phone call is too much to fucking bear.
“Señor Turner is that you?”
Rosetta shouts out; maybe she didn’t think that I was at home.
“Yes,” I say as I notice that there are no clothes on stairs. I’m sure that we picked it up, but I can’t remember anything right now. The only thing that was on my mind was taking Valentina in as many ways as possible without ripping her pussy apart.
“Good afternoon Señor Turner, did you have a nice night?”
I nod my head, ignoring her question and I wonder why she’s saying that it’s afternoon when I’m sure that it’s the only morning. I look at my phone as I start walking towards her and see that it’s just after one. Fuck, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, because a few minutes ago I thought that it was eleven. Not one in the fucking afternoon. Even better, that means that it’s civilized to be drinking this time of day. Not that it ever bothered me before. Usually, I don’t even care what time it is, just that I’m fully stocked up.
I scratch my head as I see the front door wide open, but no car. Why’s my car not in the driveway. My merc, the one I left parked before I left.
“I’ve been here all night,” I reply as my eyes dart towards her and back to the drive. I swear that when we came home from the bar, my car was parked outside.
“So, where’s my car?”
“They came to take it Señor Turner. They said that they told you. I thought that you not here, so I didn't want to wake you. Sometimes you leave things around but you not here.”
Shit, they told me that I had until Monday. Not that it would have made any difference. If Florence does call, it takes time to sort out the contracts and all that. I’m not going to get any money overnight, but at least the prospects of getting some, which is better than my bone dry bank account at the moment.
“Who?”
I want to make sure that it’s not some thief. Maybe it wasn’t the creditors, and I’m just being paranoid.
“Señor Turner, they came for not just the Mercs,” her chubby fingers take hold of my arm as if she wants to make sure that I’m paying attention. Some part of me is still looking out on the drive. Wondering if my car will show up. I loved that car, back when I was famous it was a gift f
rom Mercedes. All that was needed was for me to drive in the car. Until they broke the contract and all of a sudden it was on my list of creditors.
“They came for all of them.”
“All of what?”
I wish that she’ll stop talking in riddles and get to the point.
“The bike, the Merc and the Cruiser.”
Fuck!
All my vehicles have been taken in the blink of an eye. It shows that I haven’t been paying attention. I knew that they were coming for the Mercedes, but all of them.
I feel weak as I step away from her and use the door to balance me. She doesn’t stop talking as she starts to get in a panic.
“They had some papers, and I thought that it was you, so I opened the gates. I didn’t ask properly because I just came in and wanted to talk to you about something and then when I saw you not in. I just let them in and then by the time I realize that they, not you. It was too late,” she sighs as she’s probably reliving this morning.
“Why did they come so early?”
I’m talking to myself if she’d just come in and she tends to get her around seven to seven-thirty they must have come real early. Especially for a Saturday morning.
“This not the first time they come. Just I never get to tell you before. But they come. Cars are gone and me sorry. So sorry, Señor Turner.”
I nod my head, “It’s not your fault.” I pat her on the shoulder as I walk inside leaving the door wide open. I stand in the hallway like a jilted groom not knowing what to do with myself. I can hear Rosetta telling me over and over again that she’s sorry. I told her that it wasn’t her fault, I’m not going to repeat myself. She told me the bad news. The only thing on my sober mind is that I need a fucking drink like a newborn baby needs milk. I know why Rosetta was looking for me this morning, she hasn’t been paid in weeks. I can’t deal with that right now.
She knows that I’m fucking pissed about the cars.
I just can’t deal with another fucking thing right now. Not until after I’ve had a drink.
Chapter Eight
Valentina
I can’t believe that I’m in Eric Turner’s house. Okay, this isn’t the way that I expected to meet him, but the idea that I’m here has me completely star struck. I woke up and discovered that he’s not in bed. Part of me felt so embarrassed about the fact that I’d given myself to him in so many ways.
I debate for a minute whether to jump in the shower or not? It’s not my house, and I’m making myself at home.
Then again, I can’t see Eric begrudging me for taking a shower, at least to freshen up before seeing him again. I crawl out of bed and then walk across into the bathroom. The same one that he was giving me a body rub in not too long ago. I stand by the door wondering whether to lock it or not. It’s really silly because it’s obvious that he lives alone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been taking me on a grand tour trying to make me come in every part of the house. Even then I don’t think that we went everywhere. I didn’t even know where we were most of the time. I knew that he just couldn’t get enough and I was ever so willing to give it to him.
I’m smiling as I get into the shower and I don’t want to take too long. I’m supposed to be working later tonight, and I need to be on my best behavior especially after the way I spoke to Janice. She’s probably ready to replace me. Yesterday it was my birthday, and I had a feeling that she wanted to make me miserable. I was on a high, and I planned to stay that way for the rest of the day. Nothing was going to bring me down, even one of her pep talks. Usually, I listen and tell myself that she's the voice of reason. She has experience, and I just wasn’t in the mood. I’ll buy her a bottle of Joel Gott Cabernet Sauvignon, her favorite wine, and hope that she forgives me. I’m a hard worker; she can’t deny that. One little bump in the road, shouldn’t mean that she’s going to sack me. Well, I hope not.
I jump out of the shower because I'm spending a bit too much time in there while getting lost in my thoughts. The water was sending me back to sleep and making me feel nostalgic. I grab one of the towels on the rack and try to dry every part of me as quickly as possible. I know that it’s impossible with my hair. Luckily I have a band in my purse, so I’ll just wrap it into a lose bun. That’s what I do on most days.
As I head to the bedroom, there’s still no Eric. I want to call out, but then I feel shy about doing that. Damn!
Last night was so comfortable being around him, and now I feel shy. It’s crazy because there isn’t any part of my body that he hasn’t touched, licked or even tasted. I shake my head as I put the towel on the towel rack in the bathroom and then put on my clothes and grabbing my purse I head out of the door.
I decide to head down the stairs and see if maybe he’s in the kitchen or something when I hear a noise. It sounds like a bottle breaking, and I immediately rush to the sound, but I’m not the other one as I bump into a small Latino lady by the door. She turns her head as she has a faint smile on her face. I do the same and see Eric on the floor in front of his picture. He’s just thrown a bottle at it.
“Eric?”
“Señor Turner!”
The lady blurts out by my side.
What’s going on?
She shouts out, “I get it cleaned. Don’t worry Señor Turner. I do it.”
But I don’t think that he cares. As he gets up and just walks past me as I stand as if I’m frozen in time. Then he starts heading up the stairs. I want to walk back out of the door because I expected us to have an awkward moment together. Not like this, I didn’t think that he would get mad, but it can’t be about me. It must be about something else.
“My name is Rosetta. I’m Señor Turner’s housekeeper. If you like, I’ll make you breakfast?”
I nod my head, feeling bad for her. I wonder if he does this type of thing all the time. I watch as Rosetta comes back with a vacuum cleaner in one hand and a dustpan and brush in another.
She smiles at me, “He gets like this sometimes. When he gets sad. Don’t worry he come down soon. I make you something, and by the time you eat, he’ll be fine.”
Wow, just like that?
Is this why he’s been away from the spotlight, he’s been sad? I think that she wants to say depressed or maybe something deeper than that, but I can’t think right now. As I want to leave. I never thought that I would come to the star’s house the one that I’ve idolized for so long and wanted to leave. I nod to her, and she points in the opposite direction I want to tell her I know where it is. But I find myself speechless about the chain of events, “Go wait there. I come in the kitchen. I just clean this up.”
I watch as her chubby fingers start to get to use. Without hesitation, she starts vacuuming, and I follow her direction and head to the kitchen. Not to wait for her, but simply to call Harper and tell her that I’ll be home soon.
“Hey, it’s me, Valentina.”
She laughs, “I know who it is. What’s up? I thought that maybe you were getting down and dirty with Eric Turner.”
“Funny.”
She’s still laughing, so I wait for her to stop. She sounds as if she’s heading home. I can hear her on the bus and maybe this isn’t the best time to have this type of conversation. I rented the room next to hers and ever since then we’ve been best friends. She’s my only friend in the city; she even managed to get me a job at The White Bar. Most of the girls working at the bar are budding actresses and think that you’re some competition if they believe that they’re helping you out in any way possible.
“So you going to tell me where you’re at? Or you are going to keep quiet on the other side of the cell?”
I nod my head, but then don’t say a word as Rosetta comes into the kitchen. She sees me on the phone and whispers, “Just call me when you finish. I make you something.”
Again, I nod my head and smile at her. She leaves the kitchen, and I get on and say exactly what’s on my mind.
“I’m at his house.”
“Whose?”
I si
gh, “Eric Turner. I came back in a taxi with him to his house.’
“Tony said that you left with him, but I thought that he was just acting like a prick. I didn’t think that you would do something like that. Not you!”
I laugh as I think about her being the one person that’s always telling me just to chill and get a life. And now I’m telling her that I’ve done a lot more than that, no wonder she’s surprised.
“Well, I’m full of surprises.”
I’m trying to sound casual, but I’m not good at that.
“What’s up? You wouldn’t call me when you’re there unless something’s up.”
“He just threw a bottle at the wall and just went to his room. It was weird, we had…” I clear my throat as I think about Rosetta hanging around and probably hearing parts of the conversation.
“It’s as if last night he didn’t mean.…”
“I’m going to stop you right there. He wanted to get laid. He got to lay the guy that you’ve been fantasizing about your whole life. Don’t think that this is anything else. If he wanted you there, then he would be making you breakfast. I know what you’re doing, thinking that this is something real. It isn’t. Get out and then come back here and tell me all about it you dirty girl!”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“Valentina I’ve seen the photos that you keep of him. It’s clear that you’re a fan. But he’s a star that’s had more than his fair share of a rough patch. I bet he looked smoking hot last night? Even if he didn’t, he’s still Eric Turner. Just hurry up and come and tell me about it.”
I know that she’s right, but then I decided just to tell her my other issue.
“I don’t have any money to get home.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
She blurts out, and I start to sob, “I have no idea. I thought that he would pay for the drinks and then we may get back to his place, but he gave the driver like seventy bucks. I don’t have that kind of money to get home. Besides, there’s no taxi rank around her.”
