Jude6
07-23-2011, 04:25 AM
A Proactive Man – Costumes
Featuring Selena Gomez
Written by Jude6
(MF, oral, voy)
This Fictional story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended Please Stop Reading
It bears repeating, I'm not the bad guy.
That vindictive damn Paparazzi, now he's the bad guy, trying to extort money out of poor, innocent, young... okay well maybe not so innocent. But he was willing to brand her publicly with a big scarlet W for whore, I meanwhile just wanted a little wham-bam. Was Selena Gomez's life ruined by our little rude-bit kissing session the other day? Maybe... But after what just happened, I'm beginning to think not.
I had ridden the high of ‘I just got the best blow job of my life' for about twenty minutes after leaving Selena's trailer. And at twenty minutes and one second the gravity of what I had done started to pull my shoulders to the floor. I'm just a lowly sound tech on the Production crew for ‘Monte Carlo', she was the talent; tween flavour of the month talent, but still. The second her warm, quivering lips closed around my member I was up to my elbows in problem.
Something had to done; reminding her of the blackmail material I had over her seemed like a good way to keep those pouty little lips closed.
Plus I still had the negative canister, happy snaps of her giving a treat to some pale, skinny twenty-something at a nightclub. First stop was to the offices of the sound stage where we were filming, I called in a favour that one of the Camera-guys owed me and used their facilities to develop the naughty little pictures myself. They came out fuzzy but good enough, a dozen eight by twelves, then I went about distributing them.
The first was in a safe place, under one of the throw pillows on the queen size bed in the back of Selena's trailer. The next was taped inside the door of her trailer's refrigerator, then folded neatly, sealed in an envelope and clipped in between pages of her shooting script for that night.
I watched her from afar, I had too of course; still had a job to do on set after all, so I could tell the photos were having an effect on her. She didn't discover the envelope until she was standing on the set next to one of her co-stars, some leggy, smoking hot but demure brunette with a proper-noun for a name that I could never remember.
Selena had been quizzical when she'd found the letter, even asking her co-star about it, then she'd got the photo half unfolded, caught a glimpse and yelped so loud half the crew had turned their heads to her.
I then watched as she looked around wildly, not seeing me behind the sheer screens they'd set up for bouncing light, then she had to act her heart out, playing off the yelp as reaction to a bug bite and cramming the letter down the back of her skirt to hide it.
The reaction had seemed strong enough, but some part of me wasn't sure I'd asserted myself enough, I needed reassurance. The pro-active response came to me immediately; that's how I came to be sitting in the back corner of the Crew break room. Clapped to my ears a novelty sized pair of headphones, listening to feeds from two fibre-optic microphones I'd planted in her trailer.
She'd wrapped for the day just twenty minutes ago, it was nearing midnight and I heard the expected; microwaving dinner, eating and what sounded like flipping through a magazine. I'd had a scare when she called her agent, but all they talked about was filming dates for some TV show. She had tucked herself into bed and I was just about to call it a night and get some shut eye myself when I heard something.
Amidst rustling blankets she whispered lower and more husky than I'd ever heard her voice before, "Ohh" she had moaned faintly. It was amazing I'd even heard it through the crackle of the signal but something about the sound hit my ears and travelled straight south to other parts of my anatomy.
A second later she said it again, a little louder, the blankets rustled again and I heard the mattress flex. Her breathing was starting to get louder, heavy and shaky as though her mouth was being pulled left and right by some exertion.
I sat up straighter, orange plastic chair beneath my groaning slightly as she spoke a third "Ohh" before dropping into steady series of low, husky moans. My eyes went wide, she couldn't be frigging herself, I mean I knew girls did it but the dumbass part of my brain kind of figured it didn't really go on. My member was steadily gaining strength in my pants now, beginning to strain against the heavy tool-belt I hadn't bothered to take off.
She moaned again, louder but still just as low when suddenly I heard a sharp "Oh!" escape her lips and the sheets rustled once more.
The plastic chair clunked as it hit the corner wall I'd dragged it too, I blew right past someone's assistant on the way through the door and out into the night, half the crew was still up, night time shoots and all. I was performing a candy-ass half-run across the lot, wanting to look at least vaguely casual to onlookers while desperately wanting to get to Selena's trailer before she came.
I approached the rear of the trailer, veering round the back end and thanking whatever God they had in Monaco that the spare tyre was still fitted to the back. With barely a glance around to make sure nobody could see I climbed up, peering into a three inch wide crack in the curtains over the high and narrow window.
My dick throbbed the second I laid eyes on her, getting so hard it actually poked the wall of the trailer. She was completely naked and lying forward, on hands and knees with said knees spread as wide apart as her slender hips could bend. Her B-cup breasts were jerking wildly, muscles tensing and clenching, back arched, olive skin glistening with sweat and hair tossing left and right, her right hand was out of sight, buried deep in her teen pussy as she frigged the fuck out of herself.
I just stared, wild eyed at her careless, lonely passion, her left hand was curled up tight, nails digging into the pillow on which sat three photos. I gave a faint, squeak of a groan when I saw the photos; my photos, glossy little effigy's that she eyeballed every time that neck arched and her unfocused eyes travelled back to them.
The windows were thick but I could hear the action through my glorious god damn earphones, her moaning and panting had reached a peak, she was getting close; mouth trying to form an ‘Ah' over and over again but coming out instead as endless half-breaths.
Her legs were bolstered but her tight little butt was twitching, jerking back and forth from the force of her hand as she rubbed nimble fingers in tiny circles around herself. Then all of a sudden she changed it up, her left to right jerking stopped, the strength in both legs and her left arm failed and she dropped onto the bed, face falling into the middle photograph. She was hyperventilating, each breath hauled out as her legs splayed and kicked, right hand now joined by the left as she frigged up and down hard enough to give herself friction burn. I could hear her give a muffled scream, mouth biting the pillow as she undulated her slender curving hips back and forth against her violent hands.
Selena's panting got desperate, she gasped long and deep, hair tossing as she jerked her head back. Tiny muscle pockets all along her body tensed as she stretched herself out like a divining rod, all the way to the tips of her petite little toes which splayed and dragged against the wall pressed against the foot of the bed.
Her hands stopped dead and all of a sudden a geyser opened between her legs, she creamed so hard it actually stained the powder blue of the bed sheet.
Selena rolled over, hands no longer rubbing but I could see them clasped tightly over her dripping pussy. Her whole body was moving in little muscular waves, rippling up and down beneath sweat and cum. She was trembling within seconds, staring with unfocused eyes at the light fixture above, she ran her tongue across her lips, breath still coming out in jagged pants and lay there for a long handful of minutes.
As I watched, Selena finally let go of herself, raising both hands to her face, she looked at them with vague unease. After almost a minute she held the fingers of her right hand closer and sniffed them, little button nose twitching, her expression changed, turning curious, her tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips again. It only took a few seconds before her index finger bent forward and she slid the tip into her mouth, and suddenly she was overcome with pleasure, lips sliding suddenly eager to the base of her finger, suckling before popping a second then a third in.
Before long she was passionately licking both cum sodden hands, even reaching down to gather more from herself. I staggered, light headed and stepped back, dropping unfortunately loudly onto the pavement of the lot.
Suddenly I was aware of myself, the corners of four actors trailers all around me, between all four were pathways along which someone could easily have spotted me peeping on Selena Gomez.
I rushed off, tightening my belt and forcing it down to try and tame the raging hard-on I was sporting. As I hurried to the personnel station, intending to clock out and head back to my motel for the world's most unfulfilling beat-off session, I decided that my intimidation tactics would definitely continue.
Thus at ten o'clock the next day I was in the, currently empty, wardrobe room of the sound-stage offices. The room was pretty big, the second largest enclosed space allotted to any department. It only had one door, in the far corner were two industrial sized chrome washing machines and beside them two equally massive dryers, all four currently sitting idle.
Against the left wall was a row of full length mirrors, scattered dress-makers stools in the middle and going three rows deep to the right were the clothes racks. Colourful, long metal frame stuffed to bursting with hundreds of articles of clothing, three or four clear plastic garment bags contained the same outfit repeated. This was pretty standard, even for a small film.
I was currently pinning a new envelope, photo folded neatly and ominously inside, to a grey dress I double checked was definitely for her to wear for scenes that afternoon. Last thing I wanted was to pin it to the wrong costume and bring one of the other, less naive actors into my little game.
But the other, more immediate last thing I want is to be discovered planting the damn photo, which is why when I heard the clacking of two pairs of shoes in the outer hallway I freaked. Forgetting that I was employed on this set and thus allowed a little freedom to walk the fuck around, I darted between two of the clothing racks, then the other, backing myself into the corner of the room and hunching low as two people entered the room.
I recognized Anna's voice first, primary shit-kicker to the head of the costume department, as she led a skinny unknown wearing gray trousers to the middle of the space in front of the mirrors.
The skinny someone stepped up onto one of the dress-makers stands, and I gulped as Anna strode to the first row of racks and stopped, hands rifling through the plastic bagged garments for something.
I waited, tense, until finally Anna found what she was looking for, pulling a bag free and turning, "There..." Anna said in an impatient/snivelling clip of a tone I recognised and had used on many actors myself. "These should do fine, we'll have to take the legs up on them now too though..."
As I watched, the gray pants on the skinny someone dropped, pooling around their ankles before they kicked them off.
My breath hitched, the skinny someone was female, wearing black ballet flats, pink and white striped ankle socks and had a very familiar olive skin tone. In spite of my trapped position, my member jerked slightly, as though to remind me how close I was to a pant-less Selena Gomez.
Somewhere far away Anna was still droning on, her impatience now growing, "...Are you sure you don't know what this stain is... (sniff, sniff) It's an odd smell, I'll run it through the wash but you may have ruined the crotch on these."
"He-he" Selena chuckled with faint nervousness, "I told you it's lime juice, it'd been sitting out in the sun for a while I think."
"Right..."
Anna turned and strode to the far corner of the room, pulling open one of the washing machines, pulling out a set of sopping white sheets and throwing the trousers in. They made a faint echoed thump before the washer suddenly hummed to life, filling the painfully quiet room with beautiful, intruder-presence-masking noise.
Anna's legs turned again, striding past Selena for the door. "Try not to spill anything on those for the next hour, the other pair won't be dry in time and I won't have time to wash them before the scene."
She left, Selena sighed heavily, tugging the new, too long pants on and turning left and right to check them in the mirror.
A sudden, devious little thought occurred to me.
I climbed awkwardly out of my crouch, still hunching to keep below the five foot high racks and snuck forward. Past the middle row and up to the first I stopped, peering through the narrow crack between the garment bags I stopped, Selena was looking at the reflection of the pants but her eyes were unfocused, her expression dreamy.
I smiled, heart thundering in my chest and stepped around the racks, striding the three steps to stand behind her I reached out and grabbed Selena around the torso.
She gasped, but thankfully didn't scream as I lifted her petite frame easily off the stand and carried her backwards behind the first row. By the time I stopped, in the narrow space between the last row and the wall she was kicking and flailing wildly.
I set her down and she jumped away from me, turning on me and looking angry. Her expression wilted when she saw who it was. "Oh, it's you."
I nodded to her, grim and business-like "Miss Gomez."
She was tilting her body towards me, it was subtle but I was sure of it. "You better let me go you know, I was supposed to be back on set five minutes ago."
She nodded assertively, I smiled.
"That's a lie." Her face fell slightly at my assertion. "Because if you were you wouldn't tell me, why would you forewarn me to somebody coming looking for you. They'd catch me in the act and security would get called on me, not you... And I also know you're lying because I checked the roster, you're due for your next scene in about Fifty-Six minutes."
I saw her hesitate, body swaying forward before suddenly she took a big step back. "I should tell the Production Manager about you, or worse yet my agent, you'd be fired and shamed and never work again."
I shrugged, "And you know what I'll do to retaliate; you Miss Gomez, will enjoy a sudden, immeasurable boost in your popularity, ticket sales will go through the roof, then eventually the butt of every joke won't be your leaked blow-job pictures but instead your career, and you. And before you know it you'll turn twenty-three and officially be ‘Over the Hill' to all the old perverts who boosted you ticket sales in the first place."
She stepped back again, looking affronted and hurt, "You're mean."
"I don't have to be... I can be very nice when I want to."
I smiled at her, and wondered if I was just imagining a glimmer of naughty thrill in her eyes, but before I could be sure she changed, looking stoic as she crossed her arms over her chest. To think that those tempting little tits were protected by nothing but a bra and the thin white buttoned blouse she was wearing.
"Stay right there, don't move a muscle" I cautioned before exiting the small corner space again, I rushed on tip toes to the door, closing it and cursing when I found no lock, was I that daring?
"You don't want me to suck on you in here do you?" she asked, totally invisible behind the racks, her voice was so low, affronted and innocent that it struck me right where it hurt.
Yes I was that daring.
I darted back to stand before Selena, she looked hesitant as I grabbed at her blouse, pulling her resistant arms away and unbuttoning it quickly. She stood motionless as I then undid the pants she had just put on, yanking them hastily to her ankles.
"You don't really want me to do this here do you?" She asked as I pulled her feet out from the gathered pants.
"Not quite" I said, reaching up and yanking two or three un-bagged outfits from the corner rack and throwing them to the floor behind her.
She gasped suddenly as I grabbed her thighs and pushed her over, Selena fell lightly on her back onto the thin cushion of the clothes, dressed now only in panties, bra and open blouse.
She stared, wide eyed and silent as I scooted closer on my knees, hands sliding slowly up and gripping her soft, milky brown thighs.
"I want to show you that I can be a nice guy Miss Gomez... I can reciprocate."
"Wait, what-!?" was all she had time to say before my right hand shot higher up, flattening and slipping in under the leg opening of her white cotton panties. Again I marvelled at how hot her skin was in the draughty room. She quivered, eyes closing tight as I rubbed my hands over her sex, thumb brushing slowly down her nether lips.
After a moment I added two more fingers, probing in and spreading her naughty lips, slipping my pinkie down and dragging it against her clit. She'd been dry a second ago, but I knew immediately I was using the right technique when her pussy contracted and flexed around my digits, cream suddenly squeezing out and onto my fingers.
She moaned another little whispered "Oh" and I grinned, knowing I had her where I wanted her. Gently I pulled my right hand away, long enough to tug her panties down before reapplying the same digits.
I started to rub more like how I'd seen last night, middle and index finger pinching to either side of her clit and making little circles. Her legs twitched and stretched out to either side of me, panties still hanging off one ankle as she kicked out, another slightly louder moan escaping her lips.
I leant in closer, she smelled so sweet down there, her folds looked so inviting, tasty, I couldn't help myself. So after pressing my left palm flat against her belly to brace her I bent in, arching my neck and licked at one of her outer lips.
Selena's hips jerked at the sudden application of a hot tongue; I looked up, seeing along the flat plain of her body, over my hand, past her undulating belly button, between her bra clad breasts to her face. Her eyes were open now, wide and staring at me with pleading, to stop or continue I didn't know.
I smiled deviously at her, bending in and licking again, this time I caught some of the taste, and immediately I understood her strong reaction last night. She tasted savoury sweet, better than any sex I'd yet tasted, the peach flavoured pussy.
I licked again, tongue delving between moist folds, I latched both lips onto hers, French kissing her, my slippery taster delving in and savoring the delicious crevice between inner lips and her twitching, clenched opening.
My fingers kept going, circling faster and faster, my left hand still pressed to her increasingly unsteady belly; it became less about bracing and more about restraining. I could feel her abdominal muscles flexing in and out as she rocked, hips now beginning to move, trying to hump my face as I lapped her up.
I paused when Selena gave a loud "HOLY BUCKETS!" and removed my mouth; I looked up and glared at her. Selena gaped, wondering at my lapse, she realized a moment later and panicked, head turning towards the door and staring as though somebody might come in at any moment.
I got an idea, sitting up and leaning forward between her spread legs, she watched, entranced by me as I grabbed her arms and pulled her into sitting up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, I ignored her, pushing her arms back and pulling the blouse off, balling it up and holding it to her mouth. She got the message, ruby red lips parting and bit down onto the garment.
I smiled again, hands fumbling around behind her back for a second before finding and undoing the clip to the blue patterned bra. It fell away, and her flushed, heaving breasts spilled out.
I groaned happily, leaning in and snaring a hard brown nipple in my mouth, she moaned into the blouse as I bit down lightly, tasting sweat and her skin as my tongue started to work on her.
My hands dropped low, my quarry now properly attired, and resumed fingering her; she was flowing now too, the naughty little girl getting off far too much on what was supposed to be a forced encounter.
My tongue lathered her right breast, almost going dry as I dragged it all over the soft, weighted flesh. I paused to nip at a mole located high and close to the middle of the mound, she giggled into the blouse and I nipped again.
Finally convinced I'd warmed her up enough, my hands backed away from Selena's sodden pussy, finding my own belt buckle and working it loose.
I had my fly down and was fishing in my boxers before she reacted, noticing the absence of pleasurable hands, and I heard her gasp slightly as my member came out.
She leaned back, pulling her breasts away from me, and looked nervously into my eyes as she removed her impromptu gag.
"No" she asserted, I looked down and saw the context same as her; her lithe and slippery body, me kneeling between her legs, dick out. Her body looked so small compared to mine, she had license to be half terrified that I could crush her
Still I was looking for reasons to go ahead with this, and more importantly to sway her to the idea, so I asked bluntly "are you a virgin?"
"Yes..." she responded with nervous hesitation before adding "No... I don't know why I said that, I've done... it, twice before."
I shrugged "That's fine," before leaning forward suddenly and prodding her moist vagina with the tip. She jerked and slid herself an inch further away from me.
"I don't..." she began but never finished.
I smiled yet again, the nerves still clear in her voice, "Remember now Miss Gomez" I started, tone suddenly hard edged. "You have to do what I say, or else and all that jazz."
She stared at me, doe eyes wide.
I thrust my hips and the head of my dick touched her again, this time she didn't jerk away so I held the contact. Eventually sliding the tip up and then down her folds with a slowness that was agonizing for me.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I don't know."
I caught her eyes, nodding confidently at her before saying "big leap forward."
I let go of my member, already pressed to her folds, grabbed her hips and drove forward.
Holy shit she was tight, she gasped and I could feel Selena Gomez clenching every muscle south of her belly button as I forced the head of my cock into her.
She flailed, hips spasming in my grasp as she tried to work the pain out.
"Dammit girl, calm down and unclench." I ordered her. She was so wet it was amazing I could still find this kind of friction, dizzying, or maybe that was the cut off of blood flow.
After a second she calmed down, and I felt some muscle wilting around my member, enough that I retightened my grip on her skinny hips and started pushing more of myself into her. Selena took up her gag again, biting down and gasping into it as I slowly slid my cock inside her.
The pressure on all sides was incredible, but eventually I got all the way in, feeling that indescribable pleasurable press as my pelvis jutted against hers.
I smiled, drawing back and out before driving in again, she bucked again, only this time towards me. I pulled out and thrust in, finding it easier to work in on each returning stroke. Eventually I started into a rhythm, sliding faster and faster on her lubricant until I could hear and feel my balls swinging and slapping against her clenched little butt.
I hunched over, hips thrusting against her while hers humped back onto mine, I could see the look of pained ecstasy on her face for a moment before my eyes fell on her erect, quivering breasts. They rocked back and forth with her, always a step behind before I lowered my mouth, hungrily devouring the unattended left breast. A second later I felt her petite hands grasping the back of my head, her legs curled in and before long I was rocking back to feel her crossed ankles against my ass.
After almost five minutes of this I slowed my motion, eventually coming to a complete stop and marvelled at Selena clenching her legs, pressing her hands against the back of my head and rocking her hips, fucking herself onto me again and again. Her moaning was getting more intense, louder and more defined, it was cresting repeatedly above the sound of the washing machine.
It was then, with the petite, half-Mexican seventeen-year-old Selena Gomez fucking me for dear life that I heard it, the unmistakable, terrifying sound of heels in the outer hallway.
I freaked, heart going from racing to the climax to racing for my life, I flailed, hands grabbing Selena around the jaw and clenching her mouth shut. She started, eyes blinking open and meeting mine, she knew immediately from my expression that we both were about to be caught. I didn't even breath as the heel-steps stopped outside the door, the handle squeaked as it turned and somebody came in.
I hunched lower, bending lower over Selena; I was still inside her, losing hardness with each second as both she and I watched the pair of woman's legs walk across the room and stop in the middle of the space.
All things considered, they were nice legs, white but lightly tan with faint muscular definition, strident legs. The heels were something else, tall black and dangerous looking.
As we watched the actress unzipped and stepped out of them, a second later there was a swishing sound and they were joined by a pair of pink shorts. Selena began stirring beneath me, hands let go of the back of my head and moved down to fidget around my belly button. I ignored her, watching again as the owner of the sexy legs wavered, a blue one piece swimsuit slid down the legs and bunched on the floor next.
The actress, now I'm pretty sure completely naked, turned and strode forward, past the first row I held my breath, she was so close. Another few steps and she would pass between the racks of the second row, coming upon me and Selena in the most compromising position.
Beneath me and around me Selena was still fidgeting, she now had pressed her hands to my lower abdomen, was trying to push herself off me. As I watched, the actress stopped beside the second row, hands sliding nimbly over the shoulders of the garments, she had stopped in exactly the wrong place, now a narrow horizontal line of her was clearly visible to me between the racks. But her body was angled away, all she had to do was turn...
Turn those luscious, sloping hips, tight and buxom legs, I gaped, seeing a glimpse of the actresses' C-cup, hanging free and perky in the cold room, nipples pointing straight out as she perused the rack further ahead.
I could see two shallow dimples in the small of her back, over a tightly rounded ass that rocked carelessly left and right as she moved, swaying in the nude. The sight did a bad thing to me, I started to harden anew, instantly I felt Selena respond, looking up at me with surprise, confusion... and fear.
I looked down at her, then back up to the narrow ribbon of the voluptuous twenty-something body. My last vestiges of sanity fleeing, I re-gripped Selena's hips and, quietly as I dared, I thrust forward.
She gaped, jerking silently in response to the intrusion, she was still wet, I could feel it's ever constant flow and as I pulled back and thrust again. Before long Selena's face start to turn back, no longer frightened; her little fingers wrapping around my forearms and bracing herself, she bit down harder into the blouse as she started to pick up the pace I was giving her.
I didn't see any of this, instead watching the narrow view of the actress, the brunette with the pro-noun name I still couldn't remember. As I stared she yawned, lips parting and stretching, her toned arms rose and splayed out, tilted forward on her ankles and back at the waist, spine curving expertly and stretching muscles all along those killer curves.
Maybe it was because I was right now penetrating a nympho seventeen-year-old, but something about that actress and her body just screamed SEX.
Selena was picking up the pace, her skinny back rubbing against the clothes I'd thrown to the floor, the rustling of their drag against the floor starting to make too much sound.
I reached forward, grabbing Selena's shoulders, pulling her undulating torso up off the floor and hugging her to me. She was quivering, cumming and flowing a stream as my member penetrated her again and again, striking deeper each time. She was close, but I knew how loud Selena Gomez could cum so I hugged her body to me, back curving and pressing my face into her collar bone.
I fucked her harder, faster than I had before, risking more noise from friction but my eyes never left the actress. She had found her garments now, pulled them from the rack and turned away without ever looking through my narrow peeping strip.
I fucked Selena faster, watching those toned woman's legs, getting still faster until I felt the tightening in my balls. I bit down on Selena's shoulder to suppress my triumphant groan and came, shooting my load deep into her fertile seventeen-year-old womb.
Selena gasped into her blouse as I rocked my hips back out and in again, jamming against her as my dick quivered and I shot another bucket of my load inside her.
She looked at me, affronted but still blessedly silent, I looked away, seeing that the actress had dressed now, none the wiser, and left the room. She pulled the door closed behind her.
"Did you just come inside me?" Selena asked in a mortified whisper.
I nodded, content and wouldn't release my grip, holding Selena's quivering body to me as I felt myself going limp inside her. Her little hands were resisting, pressing against my shoulders until I finally released my grip and let her back up.
She stared, wide eyed and incredulous at me.
"What, you can get your hands on the morning after pill right?"
"Probably, but not without a lot of awkward questions."
I sighed, grabbing her hips and pulling Selena off me, she fell back, body slack onto the clothes and I saw her pussy glisten, wet from both of our cum.
"Good, let there be questions, as long as none of your answers involve me."
She glared at me and I just laughed, standing up suddenly but had to stop, getting the head-spins, too much exertion in one position. Selena was still pouting on her back on the floor, still naked and still dripping with our session.
I buckled my pants "I'd hurry up and get dressed if I were you" I said with a heavily condescending tone. "Unless you want to be found naked on the floor of the costume department looking like you've been thoroughly fucked. Somebody might take it as an invitation."
She gaped at me, then stood quickly, just as woozy on her feet as me, grabbed her underwear and started dressing.
As I watched, she grabbed a tank top off the ground, previously cushioning her head, and wiped between her legs with it. "Can't believe you... ejaculated inside me, what if I get pregnant?"
I sighed, "Miss Gomez; in this day and age, it's only the dim women who get pregnant when they don't want to."
I switched my talkie back on, it beeped twice and I turned to go just as she was pulling her pants back on, still looking sour.
"Don't worry" I said, letting my tone soften considerably. "You'll get your orgasm next time."
As I exited the third rack row, her voice followed me out, sounding adorably hesitant, "...Next time?"
I left the room, checking left and right before striding along down the hall for the outside world with a spring in my step.
As I'd been exiting the room I'd looked at the card clipped to the top of the second row rack the actress had taken her clothes from.
The twenty-something whose body reeked of sexuality was named Leighton Meester.
I'm starting to think that I want very much to bring at least one of the other, less naive actors into the game.
To be continued...
Featuring Selena Gomez
Written by Jude6
(MF, oral, voy)
This Fictional story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended Please Stop Reading
It bears repeating, I'm not the bad guy.
That vindictive damn Paparazzi, now he's the bad guy, trying to extort money out of poor, innocent, young... okay well maybe not so innocent. But he was willing to brand her publicly with a big scarlet W for whore, I meanwhile just wanted a little wham-bam. Was Selena Gomez's life ruined by our little rude-bit kissing session the other day? Maybe... But after what just happened, I'm beginning to think not.
I had ridden the high of ‘I just got the best blow job of my life' for about twenty minutes after leaving Selena's trailer. And at twenty minutes and one second the gravity of what I had done started to pull my shoulders to the floor. I'm just a lowly sound tech on the Production crew for ‘Monte Carlo', she was the talent; tween flavour of the month talent, but still. The second her warm, quivering lips closed around my member I was up to my elbows in problem.
Something had to done; reminding her of the blackmail material I had over her seemed like a good way to keep those pouty little lips closed.
Plus I still had the negative canister, happy snaps of her giving a treat to some pale, skinny twenty-something at a nightclub. First stop was to the offices of the sound stage where we were filming, I called in a favour that one of the Camera-guys owed me and used their facilities to develop the naughty little pictures myself. They came out fuzzy but good enough, a dozen eight by twelves, then I went about distributing them.
The first was in a safe place, under one of the throw pillows on the queen size bed in the back of Selena's trailer. The next was taped inside the door of her trailer's refrigerator, then folded neatly, sealed in an envelope and clipped in between pages of her shooting script for that night.
I watched her from afar, I had too of course; still had a job to do on set after all, so I could tell the photos were having an effect on her. She didn't discover the envelope until she was standing on the set next to one of her co-stars, some leggy, smoking hot but demure brunette with a proper-noun for a name that I could never remember.
Selena had been quizzical when she'd found the letter, even asking her co-star about it, then she'd got the photo half unfolded, caught a glimpse and yelped so loud half the crew had turned their heads to her.
I then watched as she looked around wildly, not seeing me behind the sheer screens they'd set up for bouncing light, then she had to act her heart out, playing off the yelp as reaction to a bug bite and cramming the letter down the back of her skirt to hide it.
The reaction had seemed strong enough, but some part of me wasn't sure I'd asserted myself enough, I needed reassurance. The pro-active response came to me immediately; that's how I came to be sitting in the back corner of the Crew break room. Clapped to my ears a novelty sized pair of headphones, listening to feeds from two fibre-optic microphones I'd planted in her trailer.
She'd wrapped for the day just twenty minutes ago, it was nearing midnight and I heard the expected; microwaving dinner, eating and what sounded like flipping through a magazine. I'd had a scare when she called her agent, but all they talked about was filming dates for some TV show. She had tucked herself into bed and I was just about to call it a night and get some shut eye myself when I heard something.
Amidst rustling blankets she whispered lower and more husky than I'd ever heard her voice before, "Ohh" she had moaned faintly. It was amazing I'd even heard it through the crackle of the signal but something about the sound hit my ears and travelled straight south to other parts of my anatomy.
A second later she said it again, a little louder, the blankets rustled again and I heard the mattress flex. Her breathing was starting to get louder, heavy and shaky as though her mouth was being pulled left and right by some exertion.
I sat up straighter, orange plastic chair beneath my groaning slightly as she spoke a third "Ohh" before dropping into steady series of low, husky moans. My eyes went wide, she couldn't be frigging herself, I mean I knew girls did it but the dumbass part of my brain kind of figured it didn't really go on. My member was steadily gaining strength in my pants now, beginning to strain against the heavy tool-belt I hadn't bothered to take off.
She moaned again, louder but still just as low when suddenly I heard a sharp "Oh!" escape her lips and the sheets rustled once more.
The plastic chair clunked as it hit the corner wall I'd dragged it too, I blew right past someone's assistant on the way through the door and out into the night, half the crew was still up, night time shoots and all. I was performing a candy-ass half-run across the lot, wanting to look at least vaguely casual to onlookers while desperately wanting to get to Selena's trailer before she came.
I approached the rear of the trailer, veering round the back end and thanking whatever God they had in Monaco that the spare tyre was still fitted to the back. With barely a glance around to make sure nobody could see I climbed up, peering into a three inch wide crack in the curtains over the high and narrow window.
My dick throbbed the second I laid eyes on her, getting so hard it actually poked the wall of the trailer. She was completely naked and lying forward, on hands and knees with said knees spread as wide apart as her slender hips could bend. Her B-cup breasts were jerking wildly, muscles tensing and clenching, back arched, olive skin glistening with sweat and hair tossing left and right, her right hand was out of sight, buried deep in her teen pussy as she frigged the fuck out of herself.
I just stared, wild eyed at her careless, lonely passion, her left hand was curled up tight, nails digging into the pillow on which sat three photos. I gave a faint, squeak of a groan when I saw the photos; my photos, glossy little effigy's that she eyeballed every time that neck arched and her unfocused eyes travelled back to them.
The windows were thick but I could hear the action through my glorious god damn earphones, her moaning and panting had reached a peak, she was getting close; mouth trying to form an ‘Ah' over and over again but coming out instead as endless half-breaths.
Her legs were bolstered but her tight little butt was twitching, jerking back and forth from the force of her hand as she rubbed nimble fingers in tiny circles around herself. Then all of a sudden she changed it up, her left to right jerking stopped, the strength in both legs and her left arm failed and she dropped onto the bed, face falling into the middle photograph. She was hyperventilating, each breath hauled out as her legs splayed and kicked, right hand now joined by the left as she frigged up and down hard enough to give herself friction burn. I could hear her give a muffled scream, mouth biting the pillow as she undulated her slender curving hips back and forth against her violent hands.
Selena's panting got desperate, she gasped long and deep, hair tossing as she jerked her head back. Tiny muscle pockets all along her body tensed as she stretched herself out like a divining rod, all the way to the tips of her petite little toes which splayed and dragged against the wall pressed against the foot of the bed.
Her hands stopped dead and all of a sudden a geyser opened between her legs, she creamed so hard it actually stained the powder blue of the bed sheet.
Selena rolled over, hands no longer rubbing but I could see them clasped tightly over her dripping pussy. Her whole body was moving in little muscular waves, rippling up and down beneath sweat and cum. She was trembling within seconds, staring with unfocused eyes at the light fixture above, she ran her tongue across her lips, breath still coming out in jagged pants and lay there for a long handful of minutes.
As I watched, Selena finally let go of herself, raising both hands to her face, she looked at them with vague unease. After almost a minute she held the fingers of her right hand closer and sniffed them, little button nose twitching, her expression changed, turning curious, her tongue peeked out of her mouth and licked her lips again. It only took a few seconds before her index finger bent forward and she slid the tip into her mouth, and suddenly she was overcome with pleasure, lips sliding suddenly eager to the base of her finger, suckling before popping a second then a third in.
Before long she was passionately licking both cum sodden hands, even reaching down to gather more from herself. I staggered, light headed and stepped back, dropping unfortunately loudly onto the pavement of the lot.
Suddenly I was aware of myself, the corners of four actors trailers all around me, between all four were pathways along which someone could easily have spotted me peeping on Selena Gomez.
I rushed off, tightening my belt and forcing it down to try and tame the raging hard-on I was sporting. As I hurried to the personnel station, intending to clock out and head back to my motel for the world's most unfulfilling beat-off session, I decided that my intimidation tactics would definitely continue.
Thus at ten o'clock the next day I was in the, currently empty, wardrobe room of the sound-stage offices. The room was pretty big, the second largest enclosed space allotted to any department. It only had one door, in the far corner were two industrial sized chrome washing machines and beside them two equally massive dryers, all four currently sitting idle.
Against the left wall was a row of full length mirrors, scattered dress-makers stools in the middle and going three rows deep to the right were the clothes racks. Colourful, long metal frame stuffed to bursting with hundreds of articles of clothing, three or four clear plastic garment bags contained the same outfit repeated. This was pretty standard, even for a small film.
I was currently pinning a new envelope, photo folded neatly and ominously inside, to a grey dress I double checked was definitely for her to wear for scenes that afternoon. Last thing I wanted was to pin it to the wrong costume and bring one of the other, less naive actors into my little game.
But the other, more immediate last thing I want is to be discovered planting the damn photo, which is why when I heard the clacking of two pairs of shoes in the outer hallway I freaked. Forgetting that I was employed on this set and thus allowed a little freedom to walk the fuck around, I darted between two of the clothing racks, then the other, backing myself into the corner of the room and hunching low as two people entered the room.
I recognized Anna's voice first, primary shit-kicker to the head of the costume department, as she led a skinny unknown wearing gray trousers to the middle of the space in front of the mirrors.
The skinny someone stepped up onto one of the dress-makers stands, and I gulped as Anna strode to the first row of racks and stopped, hands rifling through the plastic bagged garments for something.
I waited, tense, until finally Anna found what she was looking for, pulling a bag free and turning, "There..." Anna said in an impatient/snivelling clip of a tone I recognised and had used on many actors myself. "These should do fine, we'll have to take the legs up on them now too though..."
As I watched, the gray pants on the skinny someone dropped, pooling around their ankles before they kicked them off.
My breath hitched, the skinny someone was female, wearing black ballet flats, pink and white striped ankle socks and had a very familiar olive skin tone. In spite of my trapped position, my member jerked slightly, as though to remind me how close I was to a pant-less Selena Gomez.
Somewhere far away Anna was still droning on, her impatience now growing, "...Are you sure you don't know what this stain is... (sniff, sniff) It's an odd smell, I'll run it through the wash but you may have ruined the crotch on these."
"He-he" Selena chuckled with faint nervousness, "I told you it's lime juice, it'd been sitting out in the sun for a while I think."
"Right..."
Anna turned and strode to the far corner of the room, pulling open one of the washing machines, pulling out a set of sopping white sheets and throwing the trousers in. They made a faint echoed thump before the washer suddenly hummed to life, filling the painfully quiet room with beautiful, intruder-presence-masking noise.
Anna's legs turned again, striding past Selena for the door. "Try not to spill anything on those for the next hour, the other pair won't be dry in time and I won't have time to wash them before the scene."
She left, Selena sighed heavily, tugging the new, too long pants on and turning left and right to check them in the mirror.
A sudden, devious little thought occurred to me.
I climbed awkwardly out of my crouch, still hunching to keep below the five foot high racks and snuck forward. Past the middle row and up to the first I stopped, peering through the narrow crack between the garment bags I stopped, Selena was looking at the reflection of the pants but her eyes were unfocused, her expression dreamy.
I smiled, heart thundering in my chest and stepped around the racks, striding the three steps to stand behind her I reached out and grabbed Selena around the torso.
She gasped, but thankfully didn't scream as I lifted her petite frame easily off the stand and carried her backwards behind the first row. By the time I stopped, in the narrow space between the last row and the wall she was kicking and flailing wildly.
I set her down and she jumped away from me, turning on me and looking angry. Her expression wilted when she saw who it was. "Oh, it's you."
I nodded to her, grim and business-like "Miss Gomez."
She was tilting her body towards me, it was subtle but I was sure of it. "You better let me go you know, I was supposed to be back on set five minutes ago."
She nodded assertively, I smiled.
"That's a lie." Her face fell slightly at my assertion. "Because if you were you wouldn't tell me, why would you forewarn me to somebody coming looking for you. They'd catch me in the act and security would get called on me, not you... And I also know you're lying because I checked the roster, you're due for your next scene in about Fifty-Six minutes."
I saw her hesitate, body swaying forward before suddenly she took a big step back. "I should tell the Production Manager about you, or worse yet my agent, you'd be fired and shamed and never work again."
I shrugged, "And you know what I'll do to retaliate; you Miss Gomez, will enjoy a sudden, immeasurable boost in your popularity, ticket sales will go through the roof, then eventually the butt of every joke won't be your leaked blow-job pictures but instead your career, and you. And before you know it you'll turn twenty-three and officially be ‘Over the Hill' to all the old perverts who boosted you ticket sales in the first place."
She stepped back again, looking affronted and hurt, "You're mean."
"I don't have to be... I can be very nice when I want to."
I smiled at her, and wondered if I was just imagining a glimmer of naughty thrill in her eyes, but before I could be sure she changed, looking stoic as she crossed her arms over her chest. To think that those tempting little tits were protected by nothing but a bra and the thin white buttoned blouse she was wearing.
"Stay right there, don't move a muscle" I cautioned before exiting the small corner space again, I rushed on tip toes to the door, closing it and cursing when I found no lock, was I that daring?
"You don't want me to suck on you in here do you?" she asked, totally invisible behind the racks, her voice was so low, affronted and innocent that it struck me right where it hurt.
Yes I was that daring.
I darted back to stand before Selena, she looked hesitant as I grabbed at her blouse, pulling her resistant arms away and unbuttoning it quickly. She stood motionless as I then undid the pants she had just put on, yanking them hastily to her ankles.
"You don't really want me to do this here do you?" She asked as I pulled her feet out from the gathered pants.
"Not quite" I said, reaching up and yanking two or three un-bagged outfits from the corner rack and throwing them to the floor behind her.
She gasped suddenly as I grabbed her thighs and pushed her over, Selena fell lightly on her back onto the thin cushion of the clothes, dressed now only in panties, bra and open blouse.
She stared, wide eyed and silent as I scooted closer on my knees, hands sliding slowly up and gripping her soft, milky brown thighs.
"I want to show you that I can be a nice guy Miss Gomez... I can reciprocate."
"Wait, what-!?" was all she had time to say before my right hand shot higher up, flattening and slipping in under the leg opening of her white cotton panties. Again I marvelled at how hot her skin was in the draughty room. She quivered, eyes closing tight as I rubbed my hands over her sex, thumb brushing slowly down her nether lips.
After a moment I added two more fingers, probing in and spreading her naughty lips, slipping my pinkie down and dragging it against her clit. She'd been dry a second ago, but I knew immediately I was using the right technique when her pussy contracted and flexed around my digits, cream suddenly squeezing out and onto my fingers.
She moaned another little whispered "Oh" and I grinned, knowing I had her where I wanted her. Gently I pulled my right hand away, long enough to tug her panties down before reapplying the same digits.
I started to rub more like how I'd seen last night, middle and index finger pinching to either side of her clit and making little circles. Her legs twitched and stretched out to either side of me, panties still hanging off one ankle as she kicked out, another slightly louder moan escaping her lips.
I leant in closer, she smelled so sweet down there, her folds looked so inviting, tasty, I couldn't help myself. So after pressing my left palm flat against her belly to brace her I bent in, arching my neck and licked at one of her outer lips.
Selena's hips jerked at the sudden application of a hot tongue; I looked up, seeing along the flat plain of her body, over my hand, past her undulating belly button, between her bra clad breasts to her face. Her eyes were open now, wide and staring at me with pleading, to stop or continue I didn't know.
I smiled deviously at her, bending in and licking again, this time I caught some of the taste, and immediately I understood her strong reaction last night. She tasted savoury sweet, better than any sex I'd yet tasted, the peach flavoured pussy.
I licked again, tongue delving between moist folds, I latched both lips onto hers, French kissing her, my slippery taster delving in and savoring the delicious crevice between inner lips and her twitching, clenched opening.
My fingers kept going, circling faster and faster, my left hand still pressed to her increasingly unsteady belly; it became less about bracing and more about restraining. I could feel her abdominal muscles flexing in and out as she rocked, hips now beginning to move, trying to hump my face as I lapped her up.
I paused when Selena gave a loud "HOLY BUCKETS!" and removed my mouth; I looked up and glared at her. Selena gaped, wondering at my lapse, she realized a moment later and panicked, head turning towards the door and staring as though somebody might come in at any moment.
I got an idea, sitting up and leaning forward between her spread legs, she watched, entranced by me as I grabbed her arms and pulled her into sitting up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, I ignored her, pushing her arms back and pulling the blouse off, balling it up and holding it to her mouth. She got the message, ruby red lips parting and bit down onto the garment.
I smiled again, hands fumbling around behind her back for a second before finding and undoing the clip to the blue patterned bra. It fell away, and her flushed, heaving breasts spilled out.
I groaned happily, leaning in and snaring a hard brown nipple in my mouth, she moaned into the blouse as I bit down lightly, tasting sweat and her skin as my tongue started to work on her.
My hands dropped low, my quarry now properly attired, and resumed fingering her; she was flowing now too, the naughty little girl getting off far too much on what was supposed to be a forced encounter.
My tongue lathered her right breast, almost going dry as I dragged it all over the soft, weighted flesh. I paused to nip at a mole located high and close to the middle of the mound, she giggled into the blouse and I nipped again.
Finally convinced I'd warmed her up enough, my hands backed away from Selena's sodden pussy, finding my own belt buckle and working it loose.
I had my fly down and was fishing in my boxers before she reacted, noticing the absence of pleasurable hands, and I heard her gasp slightly as my member came out.
She leaned back, pulling her breasts away from me, and looked nervously into my eyes as she removed her impromptu gag.
"No" she asserted, I looked down and saw the context same as her; her lithe and slippery body, me kneeling between her legs, dick out. Her body looked so small compared to mine, she had license to be half terrified that I could crush her
Still I was looking for reasons to go ahead with this, and more importantly to sway her to the idea, so I asked bluntly "are you a virgin?"
"Yes..." she responded with nervous hesitation before adding "No... I don't know why I said that, I've done... it, twice before."
I shrugged "That's fine," before leaning forward suddenly and prodding her moist vagina with the tip. She jerked and slid herself an inch further away from me.
"I don't..." she began but never finished.
I smiled yet again, the nerves still clear in her voice, "Remember now Miss Gomez" I started, tone suddenly hard edged. "You have to do what I say, or else and all that jazz."
She stared at me, doe eyes wide.
I thrust my hips and the head of my dick touched her again, this time she didn't jerk away so I held the contact. Eventually sliding the tip up and then down her folds with a slowness that was agonizing for me.
"Ready?" I asked.
"I don't know."
I caught her eyes, nodding confidently at her before saying "big leap forward."
I let go of my member, already pressed to her folds, grabbed her hips and drove forward.
Holy shit she was tight, she gasped and I could feel Selena Gomez clenching every muscle south of her belly button as I forced the head of my cock into her.
She flailed, hips spasming in my grasp as she tried to work the pain out.
"Dammit girl, calm down and unclench." I ordered her. She was so wet it was amazing I could still find this kind of friction, dizzying, or maybe that was the cut off of blood flow.
After a second she calmed down, and I felt some muscle wilting around my member, enough that I retightened my grip on her skinny hips and started pushing more of myself into her. Selena took up her gag again, biting down and gasping into it as I slowly slid my cock inside her.
The pressure on all sides was incredible, but eventually I got all the way in, feeling that indescribable pleasurable press as my pelvis jutted against hers.
I smiled, drawing back and out before driving in again, she bucked again, only this time towards me. I pulled out and thrust in, finding it easier to work in on each returning stroke. Eventually I started into a rhythm, sliding faster and faster on her lubricant until I could hear and feel my balls swinging and slapping against her clenched little butt.
I hunched over, hips thrusting against her while hers humped back onto mine, I could see the look of pained ecstasy on her face for a moment before my eyes fell on her erect, quivering breasts. They rocked back and forth with her, always a step behind before I lowered my mouth, hungrily devouring the unattended left breast. A second later I felt her petite hands grasping the back of my head, her legs curled in and before long I was rocking back to feel her crossed ankles against my ass.
After almost five minutes of this I slowed my motion, eventually coming to a complete stop and marvelled at Selena clenching her legs, pressing her hands against the back of my head and rocking her hips, fucking herself onto me again and again. Her moaning was getting more intense, louder and more defined, it was cresting repeatedly above the sound of the washing machine.
It was then, with the petite, half-Mexican seventeen-year-old Selena Gomez fucking me for dear life that I heard it, the unmistakable, terrifying sound of heels in the outer hallway.
I freaked, heart going from racing to the climax to racing for my life, I flailed, hands grabbing Selena around the jaw and clenching her mouth shut. She started, eyes blinking open and meeting mine, she knew immediately from my expression that we both were about to be caught. I didn't even breath as the heel-steps stopped outside the door, the handle squeaked as it turned and somebody came in.
I hunched lower, bending lower over Selena; I was still inside her, losing hardness with each second as both she and I watched the pair of woman's legs walk across the room and stop in the middle of the space.
All things considered, they were nice legs, white but lightly tan with faint muscular definition, strident legs. The heels were something else, tall black and dangerous looking.
As we watched the actress unzipped and stepped out of them, a second later there was a swishing sound and they were joined by a pair of pink shorts. Selena began stirring beneath me, hands let go of the back of my head and moved down to fidget around my belly button. I ignored her, watching again as the owner of the sexy legs wavered, a blue one piece swimsuit slid down the legs and bunched on the floor next.
The actress, now I'm pretty sure completely naked, turned and strode forward, past the first row I held my breath, she was so close. Another few steps and she would pass between the racks of the second row, coming upon me and Selena in the most compromising position.
Beneath me and around me Selena was still fidgeting, she now had pressed her hands to my lower abdomen, was trying to push herself off me. As I watched, the actress stopped beside the second row, hands sliding nimbly over the shoulders of the garments, she had stopped in exactly the wrong place, now a narrow horizontal line of her was clearly visible to me between the racks. But her body was angled away, all she had to do was turn...
Turn those luscious, sloping hips, tight and buxom legs, I gaped, seeing a glimpse of the actresses' C-cup, hanging free and perky in the cold room, nipples pointing straight out as she perused the rack further ahead.
I could see two shallow dimples in the small of her back, over a tightly rounded ass that rocked carelessly left and right as she moved, swaying in the nude. The sight did a bad thing to me, I started to harden anew, instantly I felt Selena respond, looking up at me with surprise, confusion... and fear.
I looked down at her, then back up to the narrow ribbon of the voluptuous twenty-something body. My last vestiges of sanity fleeing, I re-gripped Selena's hips and, quietly as I dared, I thrust forward.
She gaped, jerking silently in response to the intrusion, she was still wet, I could feel it's ever constant flow and as I pulled back and thrust again. Before long Selena's face start to turn back, no longer frightened; her little fingers wrapping around my forearms and bracing herself, she bit down harder into the blouse as she started to pick up the pace I was giving her.
I didn't see any of this, instead watching the narrow view of the actress, the brunette with the pro-noun name I still couldn't remember. As I stared she yawned, lips parting and stretching, her toned arms rose and splayed out, tilted forward on her ankles and back at the waist, spine curving expertly and stretching muscles all along those killer curves.
Maybe it was because I was right now penetrating a nympho seventeen-year-old, but something about that actress and her body just screamed SEX.
Selena was picking up the pace, her skinny back rubbing against the clothes I'd thrown to the floor, the rustling of their drag against the floor starting to make too much sound.
I reached forward, grabbing Selena's shoulders, pulling her undulating torso up off the floor and hugging her to me. She was quivering, cumming and flowing a stream as my member penetrated her again and again, striking deeper each time. She was close, but I knew how loud Selena Gomez could cum so I hugged her body to me, back curving and pressing my face into her collar bone.
I fucked her harder, faster than I had before, risking more noise from friction but my eyes never left the actress. She had found her garments now, pulled them from the rack and turned away without ever looking through my narrow peeping strip.
I fucked Selena faster, watching those toned woman's legs, getting still faster until I felt the tightening in my balls. I bit down on Selena's shoulder to suppress my triumphant groan and came, shooting my load deep into her fertile seventeen-year-old womb.
Selena gasped into her blouse as I rocked my hips back out and in again, jamming against her as my dick quivered and I shot another bucket of my load inside her.
She looked at me, affronted but still blessedly silent, I looked away, seeing that the actress had dressed now, none the wiser, and left the room. She pulled the door closed behind her.
"Did you just come inside me?" Selena asked in a mortified whisper.
I nodded, content and wouldn't release my grip, holding Selena's quivering body to me as I felt myself going limp inside her. Her little hands were resisting, pressing against my shoulders until I finally released my grip and let her back up.
She stared, wide eyed and incredulous at me.
"What, you can get your hands on the morning after pill right?"
"Probably, but not without a lot of awkward questions."
I sighed, grabbing her hips and pulling Selena off me, she fell back, body slack onto the clothes and I saw her pussy glisten, wet from both of our cum.
"Good, let there be questions, as long as none of your answers involve me."
She glared at me and I just laughed, standing up suddenly but had to stop, getting the head-spins, too much exertion in one position. Selena was still pouting on her back on the floor, still naked and still dripping with our session.
I buckled my pants "I'd hurry up and get dressed if I were you" I said with a heavily condescending tone. "Unless you want to be found naked on the floor of the costume department looking like you've been thoroughly fucked. Somebody might take it as an invitation."
She gaped at me, then stood quickly, just as woozy on her feet as me, grabbed her underwear and started dressing.
As I watched, she grabbed a tank top off the ground, previously cushioning her head, and wiped between her legs with it. "Can't believe you... ejaculated inside me, what if I get pregnant?"
I sighed, "Miss Gomez; in this day and age, it's only the dim women who get pregnant when they don't want to."
I switched my talkie back on, it beeped twice and I turned to go just as she was pulling her pants back on, still looking sour.
"Don't worry" I said, letting my tone soften considerably. "You'll get your orgasm next time."
As I exited the third rack row, her voice followed me out, sounding adorably hesitant, "...Next time?"
I left the room, checking left and right before striding along down the hall for the outside world with a spring in my step.
As I'd been exiting the room I'd looked at the card clipped to the top of the second row rack the actress had taken her clothes from.
The twenty-something whose body reeked of sexuality was named Leighton Meester.
I'm starting to think that I want very much to bring at least one of the other, less naive actors into the game.
To be continued...