Rich And Famous
Tags: blonde, smoking fetish, straight, doggie A blonde, a casting couch, and appearances. View Author’s Copyright Information She stood in the center of the room, clutching the wrinkled script in her hand.
“It’s not over, Johnny. It can work. We can make it work. Don’t say goodbye to this. We want it. We want each other. You know it and so do I. Please. Give me a sign,” she monotoned.
Trent stood quickly and escorted her to the door. “Hey, thanks. That was good. I’ll be sure to call you if and when I need you. Goodbye.” The door shut.
He walked quickly to his desk and his half-empty drink. Some days, you couldn’t find a decent actress to save your life. Other days, one would just walk right in, first thing in the morning, and you knew she was right. He figured he’d find some good talent this week, with the film festival in town and plenty of industry people and press. It didn’t look good at this point, though. He glanced at the mirrors of plaques and photos on the wall behind him. Those films were successes. Sure, he hadn’t made a lot of money with them, but they got him the notoriety, the success he was looking for. And besides, he was invited to the big parties, too, right? He’d show them with this next film. It should launch him on the billboards with this bigger budget. Just needed to end the casting with a good actress now; someone who could make the difference. Put him over.
The cherry end of a cigarette was squashed with a clatter from a shiny heel and Porsche stepped from her rust-bucket car. Here we go. Look confident. Hold his gaze. She didn’t drive hundreds of miles from the Midwest to meet one of her favorite directors and not get the part. It was all in the planning, and when she spent her boyfriend’s money on the crisp and tailored Bacall outfit, she knew she’d get the right kind of attention and respect that only people in the movie business would understand. If it didn’t, there were all her other special talents she would use. The kinkiest ones were the most successful, she found, but she hoped she wouldn’t have to go there. Three years of acting school and a steady membership in the local theater had turned the heads of people from out of town. She even had a write-up in the big-city paper once. The ambition grew, which meant it’s too bad her boyfriend became an ex-boyfriend as soon as she left town and shut the car door and he didn’t even know it yet. The price of stardom. It takes sacrifices, babe.
Trent ’s eyes stayed on the movie paper when Porsche strolled in. A double-glance brought a smile from her when he arose, trance-like. Some gals you might notice on the sidewalk and forget about them within an hour. The rare ones struck you with a mental baseball bat and dared you to forget them. Porsche was one of those girls, and his mind swirled while he took her in with his eyes. Smooth legs atop stilettos flowed into small hips and a flat stomach. Breasts tipping-out forward into C-cups as if someone forgot to say when, and Trent loved the way the cleavage deepened. Transfixed eyes held her smoky-blue ones, framed with large curls of blonde. When she said “thank you” from being offered a chair, her words flowed with a deep vibrancy.
“I’ll play your lover and you read the lines the best you can,” he said. “I’ll give you a minute to get ready for the scene. It takes place after they’ve had a huge argument. If you feel the need to improvise, feel free.”
She nodded quickly and read. He watched her as the liquor flowed down a throat that suddenly seemed parched. A wry grin spread across her face as she looked down at the paper and started walking towards him. Stopping a foot away, her eyes still scanned the lines and he wanted to melt from her perfume’s intention. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she looked directly into his eyes and made a worried look on her striking face. She was melting his heart and she hadn’t uttered a single word yet. The girl definitely knew how to set up a scene.
“It’s not over, Johnny,” she cooed in a voice you could barely hear. She gave a tender kiss with bright red lips across his cheek and slowly looked into his eyes again from six sultry inches away.
“It can work. We can make it work.”
Porsche palmed her small hand across his hard pecs and felt his chest hair. Make it work was right. It was already working very well and she slid her hand across his dress shirt and hips while absorbing his body with her eyes.
” Don’t say goodbye to…this,” and he could feel his sac squeezed, an interesting grin that wrinkled her lips and helped make him hard. He almost forgot his line.
“Are you, are you sure you want it, though?” Sweat formed on his forehead and he found his breathing heavier.
“WE want it. We want each other.” The bombshell was undoing his pants and there wasn’t an army that could stop her. The cool air soon greeted his thick-veined organ before she started stroking him. Bit by bit, she was leading him over to the cushioned chair beside his desk, backing herself to it until she finally took a seat, still holding him. It wasn’t in the script, but Trent knew what his actions were going to be. It was only a sample script, right? Nothing that was going to be in the movie. He didn’t even want to say the next line.
“Are you sure about that?” He struggled with the line but hovered over her while she reclined back, a seductive leg hanging over the chair’s arm in pure raunch. Arms folded over his neck and she drew him to her, kissing him with the best kiss she’d ever given. He responded with his own and soon had his tongue playing hockey with her tonsils. She moaned and enjoyed, fully becoming involved with the kiss, with him, and her hurried hand on his cock. A heel traveled up his thigh as she pulled him towards her skirt that she hiked up. She knew she had him. A completely bare pussy called to him and held his attention until she spoke again.
“You know it, and so do I, Johnny. Please give me a sign, lover, ” she whispered, a wanton voice that spilled lust.
He answered with a sudden clench of his ass and a hard thrust, loving the blaze of her eyes when her head tossed back like that.
“Unhh! More, Johnny. Show me.”
Trent did more than just show. His hips bucked and immediately took up a strong, steady rhythm and her eyes smoked over more while her hair undulated with the pumping. Their breaths exchanged and bumped with their mouths a few inches from each other’s and he saw her eyes flare each time he kicked her cervix with his cockhead. Keep those hands going, she thought, feeling them lustfully playing and grabbing. She seemed not to notice him lifting her breast over her plunging shirt and the electricity lured their lips together sometimes with quick kisses. A good slap of her breast and she laughed, “So nasty, baby. Ahhh…ahhhh…More nasty…” This was a nice way of landing a part; a steamy sex that her boyfriend could never quite deliver. And she found both nipples out and twisted too far around, a fingernail digging into their sides stiffly. She seemed to enjoy every minute of having hard pumping that made her teeth chatter and groans of ecstasy filled the air with her head rocking leisurely back and forth, mouth open in a smile showing white teeth. Porsche felt every inch of him, even the thick vein she noticed that ran alongside his cock and sometimes the chair rose back on two legs with his hard thrusting, the knocking of the wood a sultry thumping.
Trent balanced himself on the arms of the chair, his grunts deepening and the sweat running across his forehead. He was going over the edge in a sweet slide of bliss and he knew it. Almost as if she knew, she suddenly stopped. With a hand on his pecs, she said, “From behind, lover.” Her little buns turned and lifted, and he made sure they were even higher in the air when he clutched her blonde strands, pushing her forward and down. “Uhnnn…” she exclaimed and let out a giggle, and soon he was stretching her again. This time, his balls were louder as they spanked her aching pussy, and he decided to add to the sound with a solid smack of her ass. Another giggle, louder, and she seemed to enjoy things more like this. The part was hers. It screamed for her. It ached for her. And why not be the first to fuck the next new star? The director backed up and spied his thick meat coated with Porsche-ness, the shine emphasizing every ripple, every vein he had. And the scent of her honey, coupled with her perfume…oh man, it was overwhelming him. Again. Again. He needed to get it under control, but it was just so damn good. The wet pop noises from a stiff cockhead exiting a tight snatch bounced off his plaques and made his hands find both full tits. One after the other: a nice slap on the side of her firm breast followed by the wide-handed smack on her driving buns produced the squeeze of a tight pussy like he’d never felt before. He was some huge animal over her, bowed, driving the goods home in a fast pace. She didn’t seem to be able to catch her breath as her low grunts turned into ever-increasing cries and they both detonated together: her eyes smiling shut and ass gyrating back in a smoldering dance while he flooded her with steamy seed, each one of them flowing in a slow motion rhythm. It was during that emotional, dramatic moment, when the quick motions contrasted with cumming that he clutched her hair and pushed firmly, making her tits rise on and over the back of the chair and she couldn’t be more delighted at the rough texture across her nipples. More rising, falling, and filling of the two together and his hands slid leisurely off her chest and down her sides as he rested his head on her back.
They caught their breath and acted like nothing intense had just happened. Porsche flattened her skirt down and sat on the chair again with a grin permanently plastered across her flushed face. Trent smiled back and looked down at the script like it was the first time he ever saw it. He glanced at her and handed her something.
“Shooting starts on Thursday. Here’s the key to my car. Use it until then.”
DZ-Ease, the Pleaser of Percy sucked the last of the frozen drink down and wiped the counter of the convenience store some more. The neon colored drink was definitely the way to go these days. The day was slow and it allowed him to keep his mind on Saturday’s party. Time again to make the moves on Daneeqa, fo sho. So what if she was a skeeze, a money girl? All of ‘em wanted the money. Hell yeah, he knew that. He’d skim a carton of cigs and a neon drink and take it to her and maybe he’d score that night. If she didn’t notice, didn’t smile much about it, he’d buy her somethin’. Hell, just got paid; even got that dime an hour raise. Headin’ for big time now. Keepin’ his shit real.
Time for more neon. He headed to the machine again.
A seven-series BMW came to a stop outside and caught his attention. Yo. The fuck we have here? A blonde hopped out and strode quickly to the pay phone and she plugged a bunch of quarters into it. The Pleaser checked out the outfit; must be somethin’ old-school. Way old skool, like in the War or somethin’. White flesh spillin’ out of the top like that. Oh yeah, could definitely git some wild buckin’ goin’ on. Chick pulled a Virginia Slims to her mouth and lit it and talked excitedly on the phone. She glanced at him and gave the stiff finger with a scrunched face for emphasis and turned around. Fuckin’ bitch. Probably drivin’ daddy’s car and callin’ her girl to go shoppin’. Yeah. All alike, dem rich hos. Spoiled every day o’ their lives. Dat’s what’s fucked up in this town. Daneeqa ain’t like that. Bitch wants to get it goin’; dat’s for real. The Pleaser of Percy turned around, sucked down some liquid sugar, and decided to count the cigarettes yet again.
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