“I think this one’s good enough,” I nod with a thin smile, my body working against his like the director told me.
“Hmm, maybe I should try a bigger size,” Alan says with a frown.
I keep moving up and down, pumping the small soft chair for a few more seconds until—“Cut!”
We run the scene over and over until the director’s finally happy.Thank god it doesn’t drag on forever, because I swear Alan’s cock is bulging like it’s screaming for my attention.Is he actually turned on?
We climb down and watch the playback on the director’s monitor.The footage looks perfect.My head, my back, Alan’s upper body, his legs, and the pharmacist conveniently blocking our hips.My rhythm looks convincing enough.
“Alright.Straight to the third scene?”Martha asks.
“The sooner, the better,” I say.
“Love the energy, Fenella.Let’s roll!”Martha claps her hands.
The makeup artist roughs up my hair and Alan’s, fuller and messier than before.Now I look like I’ve been fucked senseless.Satisfied, the makeup artist and Jessy give a nod, and Martha calls out, “Get in position!”
“Third scene!Ready?”the megaphone blares.
I plant both hands on the edge of the condom shelf, pressing myself against it while Alan comes in close from behind, his hands hot against my upper back.A shiver runs through me.
“You cold?”he asks in a low tone.
“I’m good.I can handle it,” I lie, because really it’s the heat of his touch, sparking deeper down.
“Alright,” he murmurs, pressing closer.
The studio goes dead quiet.“Action!”
Alan starts moving against me, and I follow his rhythm, fast, like we’re actually in doggy.Yes, there’s a thin small pillow to cover my ass, but he thrust so hard.The pillow nudging right against me, giving me a tickling sensation along my ass from the soft fabric.I bite my lip, struggling not to moan at the teasing pulse between my legs.
“Cut!”the AD shouts.
Shit.I forgot my line.
“Sorry, let’s go again,” my cheeks burn.
“Alright, reset… Action!”
We move again, my body rolling with his, and this time I get it right.“Hmm, this one feels too big,” I say smoothly to the pharmacist.
“Cut okay!”
Done.I pull away, stealing a glance at Alan’s thong—and yeah, he’s hard.
“Quit staring, Fenella,” he snaps me out of it.
“What?”I play dumb, walking over to Jessy for my robe.
“You keep looking at me like that, I’ll drag you straight into the dressing room,” he teases.
“No, thanks,” I say flatly, tying the sash tight around me.
No way.I can’t let this go further.This is wrong.I’m not a cheater.
“We’ll take a break for an hour,” Martha announces, and everyone scatters.
Jessy hands me back my phone.I check the screen—already noon, time for lunch.A message from Laird waits.
