Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“We may as well start getting acquainted.” She smiled, standing and swatting the makeup person aside as she leaned in to kiss me softly, running her tongue over my bottom lip before leaning back on a look clearly meant to be seductive. Why she was bothering, I wasn’t sure. I thought it was pretty obvious that I was a sure thing here, whether I wanted to be or not. Fuck. Why was I suddenly feeling ill? Bambi was beautiful. And she had a killer body.
“Is this your first shoot?” I asked.
She bobbed her head. And her breasts. The makeup person stepped forward, bent, and began applying something sparkly to her stomach. “Yes,” Bambi said, “and I specifically asked for you for my first time.” She looked briefly shy which was a strange contradiction to her nudity in the midst of a crowded room as she ignored a woman now rubbing the sparkly stuff down her thighs. It struck me that this whole scene was just… odd. “I’ve had a crush on you since I saw your picture on Courtney’s website,” she said with a small giggle.
Interesting. The thing I focused on though, was that she’d never done this before. The least I could do was make it as comfortable as possible for the both of us. Maybe she was putting on a front. Maybe it would help if I made it clear she didn’t have to. “What’s your real name, Bambi?”
Her expression went blank. “Huh?”
“I’m assuming Bambi is a stage name?”
Her eyes darted around. She swallowed. “Rose,” she finally said. “My real name is Rose.”
Rose. It made me think of the Titanic. It made me think of Grace. Ouch. I grimaced, shifting that thought aside. Rose. Think of Rose, the woman in front of you right now. Someone had once named her Rose. Did they know she’d tossed it aside and now called herself Bambi? Oh God. My head pounded. I backed away. “Pretty name,” I managed. “Well, I gotta shower, but I’ll be out in a few,” I said, practically running away from her.
“I’ll be ready,” she called after me. I heard the confusion in her voice.
Get it together, Stinger. I took a quick shower, relaxing for a minute under the warm spray, and then asked the makeup people if they could pull the chair into the bathroom. I wasn’t in the mood to chat with anyone. I needed some time to get my head in the game here, so to speak. Or at the very least, my body.
Unlike the longer-length films I had done, this was just a one-day shoot, so at least it’d be over after today.
Thankfully makeup wasn’t a big production on a shoot like this one, especially for me. Anything applied would just rub off so not much was used. Courtney came in and kissed my cheek. “Hey, handsome,” she said. “You look tired.” She looked at the girl touching me up. “Put some concealer under his eyes, Marcia.”
“I’m fine, Courtney. Dim the lights,” I muttered.
“Even dim lights won’t hide those bags, love. What’d you do? Stay up all night partying?”
I snorted. “I wish.” No, I’d stayed up all night pining after a girl.
Marcia rubbed something under my eyes and powdered it and then signaled that she was done.
Courtney looked pointedly down at my boxers. “Need some time alone, hon?”
“Yeah,” I answered, already wondering if I’d be able to get it up at all.
“Okay, the shoot calls for Bambi to touch herself for a few minutes on the bed and then you come join her, ready to start the party, got it? You’ll move out onto the balcony after a few minutes and continue there.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Good.” She looked at me for a couple beats, but then cleared out and closed the door behind her.
I stood, waiting a couple minutes until I heard the music start in the bedroom beyond. I dropped my boxers and leaned back on the sink and tried to get in the mood. Not a twinge.
I envisioned all the sex I’d had this weekend with Grace. Maybe I had overdone it. Grace. There it was, that twinge, as I pictured her bent over the bed in heels and a thong, begging for me to take her, I hardened. There we go. Okay. I pictured all of the ways I had taken her over the weekend and after a couple minutes, I was painfully hard.
There was a soft knock on the door indicating they were ready for me. I walked out, naked, my erection jutting in front of me, and watched for a minute as Bambi writhed on the bed, moaning in an over-the-top way, her hand between her legs. Rose. Her name is Rose. I almost lost my erection, but clenched my eyes closed and pictured Grace again. All right. Back in business. I moved toward the bed to join Bambi and as I sat down beside her, she sat up slightly and started kissing me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth and moaning loudly. I almost grimaced. Her breath was fine, but she didn’t taste like sunshine and sweetness. I cracked my eyes and looked down her body. Her skin was rouged and glittery. It’d look great on camera. But I couldn’t help picturing the way Grace’s smooth skin had flushed naturally with color when I made her cum.