him and smiled. “That was funny.”
“Yeah. So, uh, my buddy just pulled up. We’re going to grab a bite to eat, but I also just wanted to ask you if you were free next weekend, you know, to hang out.”
The smile on her face was so wide her white teeth could have been used to light one’s way in the dark. “I’d like that.”
“Good. I’ll be out on Friday. I’ll call you when I get there to make some plans, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Great. I gotta go. Talk to you then.”
“Bye,” she said then hit the end key. She blew out a breath, relieved he was nowhere near there. She ass-teared out of the neighborhood. It was still too early to go home. She wished she had brought her laptop with her, she could have gone to an all-night coffee shop and worked on her other job. With nowhere else to go, she went to the production studio, the old warehouse, to watch some shoots that were going down that night. Had she known Danny Douglas was shooting, she would not have bothered. She hadn’t had a scene with him yet, they worked on different films, and prayed she never would. He was always hitting on her. He’d strut around naked like a proud cock after a scene he’d just finished, swinging his dick, it was humongous. Most of the girls were afraid of it and him and she was no different. He was such a degenerate. Once when she tried to ignore him, she glanced his way and he started stroking his cock and licking his lips while looking at her. Every time they’d pass each other in the hallway or out in the parking lot he would always say something crude to her. A couple of times he was there when she was filming, just watching her. It unnerved her.
When she embarked on this career path she didn’t realize the amount of sexual harassment, crude comments, and the downright sleazy aura that ran rampant in this community. There were some good decent people too, and when she received her signing bonus and subsequent checks she talked herself into it, choosing to only associate with those good decent people but mostly she opted to be a loner.
Chapter 9
“I thought I was gonna come when Anna Maria went down on you,” Richie whispered by her ear. He brought his hand under her short body-hugging dress and caressed her mound, feeling her dampness on her little thong. “Mmmm.”
Simone responded by spreading her legs a little more, as much as her leopard print dress would allow. She took a sip of her vodka and tonic, and grinned. “I think the steaks need to be flipped.”
“I think you need to be flipped over this table,” he said, applying pressure to her clit.
She sucked in air and licked her lips.
Richie let out a little laugh as he strode over to the grill, opened the lid, and flipped. The aroma of the finest cut of beef with a hint of the butter Richie had brushed on, rising with the smoke was mouth-watering.
“That smells amazing, Richie.”
“Almost as good as you,” he said to her.
She got up and walked over to the backyard kitchen that rivaled any indoor kitchen except for the one in this house and retrieved a couple of plates and utensils. She set up a couple of place settings, then made herself and him another drink. They had just come from Velocity Studios where Simone invited him in to watch her film a scene with the voluptuous Italian bombshell, Anna Maria, the newest starlet under contract, and Peter Peck.
The scene had called for Anna Maria to go down on Simone while Anna Maria was getting hammered from behind. If Simone was the one who was to get hammered, she never would have invited him to watch. She’d have been embarrassed, but couldn’t explain why. The director was so pleased with Simone’s performance he boasted about how convincing she was when she came.
Richie plated the steaks in a gold rimmed serving dish and walked over to the table and sat down, taking a sip of his new drink while Simone placed a big helping of the salad she had prepared into their dishes.
“Thanks for
“Yeah. So, uh, my buddy just pulled up. We’re going to grab a bite to eat, but I also just wanted to ask you if you were free next weekend, you know, to hang out.”
The smile on her face was so wide her white teeth could have been used to light one’s way in the dark. “I’d like that.”
“Good. I’ll be out on Friday. I’ll call you when I get there to make some plans, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Great. I gotta go. Talk to you then.”
“Bye,” she said then hit the end key. She blew out a breath, relieved he was nowhere near there. She ass-teared out of the neighborhood. It was still too early to go home. She wished she had brought her laptop with her, she could have gone to an all-night coffee shop and worked on her other job. With nowhere else to go, she went to the production studio, the old warehouse, to watch some shoots that were going down that night. Had she known Danny Douglas was shooting, she would not have bothered. She hadn’t had a scene with him yet, they worked on different films, and prayed she never would. He was always hitting on her. He’d strut around naked like a proud cock after a scene he’d just finished, swinging his dick, it was humongous. Most of the girls were afraid of it and him and she was no different. He was such a degenerate. Once when she tried to ignore him, she glanced his way and he started stroking his cock and licking his lips while looking at her. Every time they’d pass each other in the hallway or out in the parking lot he would always say something crude to her. A couple of times he was there when she was filming, just watching her. It unnerved her.
When she embarked on this career path she didn’t realize the amount of sexual harassment, crude comments, and the downright sleazy aura that ran rampant in this community. There were some good decent people too, and when she received her signing bonus and subsequent checks she talked herself into it, choosing to only associate with those good decent people but mostly she opted to be a loner.
Chapter 9
“I thought I was gonna come when Anna Maria went down on you,” Richie whispered by her ear. He brought his hand under her short body-hugging dress and caressed her mound, feeling her dampness on her little thong. “Mmmm.”
Simone responded by spreading her legs a little more, as much as her leopard print dress would allow. She took a sip of her vodka and tonic, and grinned. “I think the steaks need to be flipped.”
“I think you need to be flipped over this table,” he said, applying pressure to her clit.
She sucked in air and licked her lips.
Richie let out a little laugh as he strode over to the grill, opened the lid, and flipped. The aroma of the finest cut of beef with a hint of the butter Richie had brushed on, rising with the smoke was mouth-watering.
“That smells amazing, Richie.”
“Almost as good as you,” he said to her.
She got up and walked over to the backyard kitchen that rivaled any indoor kitchen except for the one in this house and retrieved a couple of plates and utensils. She set up a couple of place settings, then made herself and him another drink. They had just come from Velocity Studios where Simone invited him in to watch her film a scene with the voluptuous Italian bombshell, Anna Maria, the newest starlet under contract, and Peter Peck.
The scene had called for Anna Maria to go down on Simone while Anna Maria was getting hammered from behind. If Simone was the one who was to get hammered, she never would have invited him to watch. She’d have been embarrassed, but couldn’t explain why. The director was so pleased with Simone’s performance he boasted about how convincing she was when she came.
Richie plated the steaks in a gold rimmed serving dish and walked over to the table and sat down, taking a sip of his new drink while Simone placed a big helping of the salad she had prepared into their dishes.
“Thanks for
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