One More Time(33)

Comparatively, the occasional guest asking for a selfie as I cross the lobby coming or going from the set is no big deal.

I’ve been in Hollywood for so long, it’s almost a shock to realize how normal people live.

Meanwhile, while we’ve fucked each other blind off-set, Jenna had the idea that we should be a little distant to each other when on set, to throw people off. She’s curt but professional with me; I’m nice but not overly attentive to her. It’s supposed to seem like we got off to a rocky start with that first fight scene where Jenna almost decked me in the face, and though we worked it out and are back on track, we haven’t become the best of friends.

Jenna named it Operation Trailer Trash, in reference to our little sex den. But she can’t say it without laughing, and I can’t hear it without getting a semi.

All of which is to say that, for the first time since this whole crazy fling started, I’m dreading walking into Jenna’s room.

She’s waiting for me on the bed when I swipe my card over the electronic sensor, wearing nothing but a gorgeous pink nightie-thing that shows off her creamy breasts to absolute perfection. She kills me with how sexy she is. I have an instant hard on, and I dive for her, knocking her over in a heap of giggles and kisses.

“So I was talking to Angela—” That’s all I get out before she’s pushing me off and straightening her nightie.

“No.”

Yeah, that’s the reaction I was expecting.

“You haven’t even heard what I’m going to say yet!” I protest anyway, trying to get my hands back on those perfect tits.

“It’s no no matter what!” she says. “Why were you talking to her, anyway? I thought we agreed she’s a shit-stirrer.” She pouts prettily at me, folding her arms across my intended targets.

“Because no matter what we do agree on—and, yes, she’s totally into drama—the studio hired her for a reason. Jenna, we’ve gotten a lot of leeway here with the closed set and shooting outside the States. But we have to make an occasional appearance. We both know the only reason this movie is getting the push it is, is because of us.”

She stares at me for a second, and then closes her eyes in resignation and lets her hands fall. Finally. I replace them with my own, and gently knead her breasts until she’s pressing into me and ready to listen.

“I know you said you didn’t want to go to this thing tonight. But it’s just a party. And it’s a surprise for Polly’s birthday. If we say don’t go, we look like assholes, and it’s even more obvious something’s going on when we’re the only two who don’t show.” Her mouth opens as if to protest, and I catch her off guard, sliding my first finger inside before she can say anything.

She sucks on it as I pull it out slowly. Goddamn, that sends shocks straight to my dick.

“I guess if it’s for Polly, we have to go,” she says, her eyes on my now wet finger. “I just don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be normal with yo-oh!” She breaks off with a squeal as the finger I’ve just pulled from her mouth finds another warm hole to slide into.

“I thought maybe an orgasm for you before, and then one for me after?” I make my most serious face at her, as though this is a scientific endeavor. She bites her lip to hide a smile.

“Maybe I could act normally then,” she pants as I drag my finger out.

“But not now.” I add another finger and push back in.

“Not now.” Her hips slide lower on the bed, closer to me, as the pink silk rides up.

“We’ll ignore each other all night. I won’t tell anyone about how much I love eating your pussy.” I grab her hips with both hands and pull her the rest of the way to my waiting mouth.

“We’ll… fuck… flirt with other people.” Her hands tangle in my hair as I fuck her with my tongue. “And I won’t think about how hard you just… made me… come!” She ends with a trembling groan as I ride her climax out, suddenly more excited about the party than before, knowing that my turn awaits at the end.

She takes just long enough getting ready that my hard-on has calmed down when it’s time to walk through the lobby and out to the limo the studio ordered, but when she bends over to climb into the car and I can see straight up her dress to the little black thong she’s chosen, I realize I’ll be fighting this battle all night.

In front of the swanky hotel hosting the party, I make a show of chivalrously helping Jenna from the limo, and we pose for a few extremely formal pictures.

“No touching,” she murmurs to me, and somehow I manage to keep my hands to myself.





Once we get to the rooftop lounge and part ways, I expect everything to relax. Sure there are quite a few strangers here, but it’s mostly industry people. I toss off a wave at Micah Preston, an actor I’ve worked and partied with, who’s dancing with his girlfriend Maddie Bauer, a new up and coming director I’m dying to work with. Since they’re between me and the bar, I cut in just for a minute, swinging Maddie close to tell her how impressed I was with her debut film last year, before swinging her back over to her man.

As I make my way off the floor, I catch Jenna’s eyes for the barest second before she turns in one smooth move to grab a glass of champagne from a passing tray and the arm of a girl I’m pretty sure I’ve seen in toothpaste commercials.