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Emily dispised his wife.
Not only was she married to the man, she was someone who he always came home.too, who he said ..he loved, she who would one day perhaps start a family and bare his children.
Emily had none of that.
Her life was doomed to fail the moment her father walked out of her life when she was 7 and was left with a Mother who didnt love her and treated her like a pest as she drank her alcohol.
Emily swore she would never be like her mother - vowed it and yet, here she was. Yes a famous actress but drug dependant, alcohol dependant and starving for attention and love.
Emily had been married twice.
Both marriages failed.
The first one was due to her cheating which she did not regret as the first husband was a complete cunt of a man. She felt no remorse.
The second again was due to her fault as the drinking drove their love apart. To this day, every time she spoke to Matthew, she apologized as she was heartbroken.
There was no such thing as love.
Pure and simple. To Emily, marriages were just a prison, there was no such thing as love and her two marriages proved it.
And yet..with Trace, she felt a little twinge of something.
An unknown feeling.
Laying by the pool, Emily kept her eyes closed as her pretty face, free of make up that had been washed away only to leave the angelic freckles upon the bridge of her nose and cheeks.
Skin glistening from the delicate balls of sweat from the heat of the sun.
Her lean legs gently kicking up and down slowly in the water- listening to it...feeling it against her while all along, Trace had come home and stood by the doorway - watching the woman he would be sharing the villa with.
It was not long until a strop grip of an arm casted her out from her daydream state and was pulled back good and tight only to rest against a man that drove her bat shit crazy insane.
[b "What the fu--"] she spoke, heart beating a million miles an hour, eyes open and begun to turn her head to see the culprit only for it to be stopped by the face of Trace who lent in and whispered in her ear.
Her lower half of her body out of the water; that along with her sweat - glistened just the same.
Emily bit her lower lip and her eyes tried to flutter close as his hot sweet breath danced along her ear as he spoke.
Words that were hot, made her lower half drip wet.
She did like a man in control.
[b "Your way huh? ...guess then I dont have a choice...."]
It was then both of his hands gripped her breasts - good sized handfuls and squeezed - massaged with play while feeling his mouth nipping at the skin of her neck in kisses - speaking once again which only made the girl smile.
Turning her head - both of their faces facing one another, it was there that Emily slipped out her tongue and slowly licked his mouth - giving him a small taste before she pulled away from him and stood up.
That pert ass right before his eyes.
Slowly Emily turned around and slowly pushed down her bikini bottoms - swaying her hips out from them and let them fall around her ankles only to give Trace a decent eyeful of her heat close up just for a moment.
Hand upon the top of her head - she pulled him in and let his face press up against her mound - tilting her head back with a sigh as Trace opened mouth and licked her gently.
Only a few licks got in before she pulled back, stepped away from him and began to slither into the water while removing her bikini top - resting her naked.
[b "Youll ruin me?... not if I ruin you first. Get naked...get in this pool and fuck me..."]
Their love making scenes would most likely be considered some of the steamiest of the film year for they weren't acting. It wasn't as if they could act through the chemistry and desire they had for each other. It was as natural as breathing. Trace was in the Mercedes that took him up through a scenic view and towards the Villa that sat alone in its grandeur. It was built for a King, but Emily was taking that role right out from his hands. She got what she wanted so easily that Trace should have been embarrassed, but she could have gotten something out of even the most moral of men with that seductive behavior and that [i body.] Trace took another glance at his left ring finger as he turned his phone over in his hands. He was supposed to call his wife. He was supposed to say that he was drunk, and he messed up. She would understand, wouldn't she? If he let it keep going, then she'd surely catch him, and Trace would lose everything.
His reputation would be flushed down the drain along with his wealth and fame and future in acting. Trace would be a hot topic in social media for weeks or even months and then the world would forget about him save for his movie appearances. His last movie would most likely be the one he was filming now... [i At least it's one of my best.] Trace let his thumb hover over the call contact for his wife, the one and only Mrs. Andrews. But he didn't. He [i couldn't.] She probably wouldn't have answered anyway what with her constant business endeavors, but he still should call. He was going for the entire twenty minute or so ride to the Villa.
He never did.
Trace closed his phone off, running his hands through his raven hair and tugging a bit. This was [i not] happening and it was all at the same time. Maybe he could keep a secret. He was an actor for a reason, right? He could fuck the woman waiting in that Villa every night for three months in every way that he so wanted, and there wouldn't be a soul that had to know. They could lock all the doors, and they could have a system with rules. Trace could do it [i his] way. He could make her listen to him, and they could continue. Oh how he wanted to continue. He would return to his wife, and it would be over. No one would know but he and Emily, and they would have to wait for their judgement in the end of it all.
But he couldn't properly think about all that. All he could think about was getting in that Villa and finding that devilish woman that stirred him so. Trace was there soon enough, and he turned to Travis with the most vague of responses about dinner and checking out the town as his wingman, [b "No man I'm tired. See you tomorrow."] He hardly even waited for a reaction before using the keys he so coveted to let himself in then lock it to the outside. Trace took a look around first to make sure Steve or John, Emily's agent, was not there. He just wanted it to be him and her... like it should be. Trace trailed a similar path as Emily unbeknownst to himself as he pulled out some whiskey and sipped. He'd be needing a bunch of it, and he was lucky the Villa carried such a wide array of hard liquors for his disposal. Emily carried the hard stuff too if he really needed a break from his sins.
That was when he took a look outside the large glass overlooking the pool and saw her. There was music blasting through the Villa in such a modern and uplifting way. The beat seemed to draw him ever closer to her and pull him farther into the depths of passion.
She was wearing a tiny string bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. Trace didn't need to imagine anything, but it still turned him on like a fire starter. She had half of her body in the pool and the other half pointed up as if to tan which he assumed she was doing. The sun was high in the sky as normal for the region, and it cast a beautiful yellow-orange cast over everything, including Emily. [i And oh did she look sexy in orangish-yellow glow...]
Trace placed one arm up against the glass screen door, leaning his large and muscled frame against it. He took a moment to watch her in this state of peace and silence that seemed rare for the woman. It was so different to their pace recently that it was worth admiring. But he was hard as hell from their session of on-screen sex, and he'd made up his mind. This was going to be their secret. Trace made his way outside, walking with that confident stride that only he seemed to make work. He tried to be silent, stepping down and throwing his t-shirt to the side to reveal a chest covered with abs. He was gorgeous underneath with just enough sun-kissed skin to make him almost golden in the yellow sun. As he got closer, Trace lowered his large frame just behind the woman as he was sitting there. He would take his hands and firmly place them around her waist, pulling her hard up against his chest. Her back was facing him as he did, so Trace let his breath rest hotly on her neck and ear.
Trace whispered in the most seductive and charming tone, [b "We're going to do this my way. You understand? This is our secret. We come home to this Villa, and it is locked. No one, not even your agent or mine or Steve, is allowed when we lock the door without either permission. I'm going to fuck you in every position... every place, and that will be it."]
Trace ran his hand up and cupped her breast, pulling her harder back to him as he pressed a few hot and hard kisses in her neck. [b "If you so much as speak about this... to anyone else... I will ruin you."]
A roll of her eyes, Emily continued to tilt her head back as the grip upon Trace's thighs by her very own hands held tighter.
It helped her gain leverage as she bounced as she lent back - up and down, moaning yet speaking her lines as they were written for her to say when she fake "fucked" her lover boy.
Trace never let her waist go, holding onto her close as they had to make the scene work, they had to make the audience believe that what they were doing was the real thing on the silver screen, along with making them believe of their connection.
And boy; did they have a connection...
Steve called out [i CUT!] once again and people were let into the set to again, for the third time, fixed up Emily and Trace who did not utter a single word to one another.
Why would they?
The only words they spoke to one another were the lines between the two but when it all stopped, they refused to associate with each other.
Another position was now in full swing on the bed.
Emily's face down in the pillow while her ass up in the air and Trace rested upon his knees from behind.
Hands again on her waist.
The thoughts running through her mind were now skipping fast. Flashes upon flashes of their time last night were swimming in her brain and all she could think about was him.
This man had her feeling things.
Dare she say, love? - NO.
Trace took control once again, fake fucking Emily from behind as screams of "pleasure" filled the set, leaning up - grabbing the headboard tight.
This position did not happen the night before and in that moment, Emily wanted more of it, she wanted it to happen again..and again...
Soon after, the Director finished up, called for Trace and Emily to stop and it was all a wrap for that day.
The set was back open and people wandered inside, Emily's crew coming over to her as she removed herself up and off from the bed - away from Trace while wrapped up in a gown.
In the room that was assigned - Emily removed the gown and took off the flesh panty from underneath her warmth and threw it away into the bin.
Pants, shirt - shoes were placed upon her body and it wasn't long until she left the set.
[b "I need to get out of here..."] she muttered, pushing open the doors and walked to the car that waited.
Emily couldn't be there with Trace.
The way she felt, it was confusing her as she didn't know what she felt.
Emily didn't want to look at him.
Within a good solid hour, Emily stood in the kitchen of the Villa, behind the counter and stared upon John along with her PA.
[+green "I am your friend, Emily, but I am also your Agent. As your Agent, I need to go and do things, I will be back later. Rosie needs to go and get your things from the Hotel to bring back here..."]
[b "You just love...to leave me on my own, don't you?.."]
[+green "Emily, please. Jut occupy yourself. Look where you are!...We will be back soon..."] John spoke as he and Rosie left the Villa, leaving Emily behind to shake her head.
Everyone loved leaving her behind.
Sighing, Emily needed to get Trace out of her head for a while, as it would be hard considering they were now living under the same roof.
Putting on her string bikini, it was sauntering passed the kitchen once again from the bedroom hat her hand outstretched and grabbed a bottle of wine, took the lid off and tossed it across the room before putting on the stereo - letting music blast throughout the Villa.
Bottle to her lips, Emily started to drink from the bottle, entering outside and approached the pool and wandered around the edge - dancing to the modern jukebox music that could be heard.
Drinking more, it wasn't long until half of the bottle was gone and slowly she sat down on the pool's edge, letting her feet, ankles and a small section of her calves into the water.
It was nice and cool, that only made her body shudder in a way that Trace did.
Drinking a little bit more, Emily stared ahead and looked at the entrance from inside to outside to see if she saw Trace, but there was no one.
Leaning back, hands resting behind, Emily looked up at the sky and enjoyed the sun that was soaking her skin as her half naked body, that was only wearing a string bikini started to tan a little more.
She was straddling him. She was [i on top] of him. Just like last night. The ball was in her field, and he found himself so curious to how she would handle it. He was lying on his back when she straddled him, completely naked. His bulge was growing, and he could feel it. Trace saw the flashbacks of last night between his eyes, not even having to say anything to know she was too. The makeup team converged to fix her up, and Trace took the moment to drink in her sexy, naked body. She was so gorgeous and so... [i fuckable.] Trace was starting to come to a decision in the war in his mind. He wanted this woman, and he wanted her [i bad.] He was almost beginning to weigh his options. They could keep it a secret. He had money to pay her off if he needed. Hell they even had a romantic Villa to head home and make passionate love in every night if they wanted. Well, not always passionate. He wanted it every which way with her. Rough, dirty, intimate, in the shower, in the kitchen, bent over a table, up against the wall, in his bed, on the floor, on the couch, and so much more.
Trace heard her mutter that she liked seeing him this way, but she couldn't have compared to how much he liked seeing [i her] this way. It was time to start again. Trace placed his large hands on her waist, gripping just hard enough to guide her hips as they rocked on him. He would groan, imagining her doing just that the night before in his bed in the Villa. He met his eyes with hers, taking on a primal desire that others would think was acting. [i But it wasn't.] Her breasts were bouncing together, and it sent him wanting to carry her out to the hallway and have his way with her and stop the scene. Her hips were rocking on him, making him grow more and more for her. That was it. He needed her.
He needed her more than water.. than food... than oxygen.
[i "Ugh...oh my god..feels so good.."] He'd heard that one before, and he so desperately wanted to hear it again. Trace heard her whispering that she needed him, and they did a few more takes until Steve was finished for the day. They'd done hard work that Steve had figured was awkward, but it was so much more than that. Trace sent a burning gaze of animal desire to Emily when Steve finished talking, pulling on his robe before anyone could see his bulge. He headed off to the dressing room to pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, hitting the table once more. He couldn't get her out of his head...
Then he found himself getting up out of his seat, roaming the halls to find her. If she wasn't in the vicinity, he would be going to the Villa. He had to see her. He had to have her.
NO. No no no. I don't want to screw you. I just love you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love? It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?! People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on. How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something slugs can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them? Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not that important. You know what's important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!
In life, people tend to wait for good things to come to them. And by waiting, they miss out. Usually, what you wish for doesn't fall in your lap; it falls somewhere nearby, and you have to recognize it, stand up, and put in the time and work it takes to get to it. This isn't because the universe is cruel. It's because the universe is smart. It has its own cat-string theory and knows we don't appreciate things that fall into our laps.
Emily was a great seducer.
She was a great actress as well and people knew it. If only Trace knew but she was about to find out.
Question was, if she was this good at pretending to have sex, would he knew the difference next time?
That was if they ever did it a second time.
Her hands trailed along his body - nails scratching his back making claw marks in his skin only to place palms down on that amazing ass that one could bounce a quarter.
Giving it a nice squeeze, Emily continued to tilt her head back - keeping eyes closed and moaned out faking pleasure.
However, it wasnt faked.
Trace got harder.
His buldge pressing against her heat and it was making her wet, hotter. Turns out, they were dry fucking.
That was all it was.
Dry humping one another.
The two of them got lost in the moment, one hated to say.
She, like Trace did not realise Steve said [i CUT] until he got a tap on his shoulder to which he stopped movement and Emily did the same, breathing heavily.
The sex work was damn hard work.
[+red "Very nice.."] Steve spoke - speaking to the Actors before turning to his staff and begun to mutter words quietly, leaving the two on the bed, waiting the next course of action. [+red "Okay, next, Emily, you are on top of Trace. Sex is a natural thing, people! .... you two will do fine..."] he spoke once more, making Emily raise an eyebrow.
[b "On top?.."]
[+red "Yes! .. Wow me!.."]
Slowly shifting her body - out from underneth Trace, Emily cleared her throat and watched Trace move just the same and took position laying on his back upon the mattress.
Biting lower lip, she raised a leg - naked as the day she was born and straddled Trace's waist.
The actress wriggled her body and got comfortable with one leg on either side of his body.
[b "I do like seeing you this way..."] she muttered softly in a whisper before being pampered once again by the make up team only to be ushered out once again.
There it was.
The words to start.
Trace's hands rested on her waist like he did the night before. Those strong hands that forced her to move.
Just the way he liked it.
Just the way he wanted it.
Emily, started to have fun with this.
Sure, she was acting but this ... this was starting to now feel like the real thing.
All she had to do was go off last nights indescrestions.
Tits moving slight, hips that he held began to rock back and forth against him - grinding against that buldge that was giving her real life pleasure.
Leaning back, hands resting on his legs - Emily tilted her head up and gazed at Trace, making that connection and began to bounce - up and down, moaning - breathing heavily as both breasts bounced.
She needed him.
She wanted him more than she needed oxygen.
[b "Ugh...oh my god..feels so good.."] words spoke, passing through those lips.
[b '"I need you..."]
[i "You are the one that is hard, Trace...' ]
Damnit, she always knew how to throw anything he said back in his face. He was certainly getting that way, and he knew it. What guy in his right mind wouldn't being this close to such a sexy woman that he'd already banged the night before? He'd done scenes similar before, but they weren't ever like this. He [i never] felt the primal urges he did with any other actress the way he did with Emily. She absolutely floored him and stripped him of his logic and morals. She looked at him with those lustful eyes or spoke in that seductive voice, and he forgot almost everything in an instant. She was a master of seduction, and she was hooking Trace. But he wasn't simply weak. He didn't just accept her. He'd left that morning when he could have fallen into her and fucked her against the shower wall that morning.
[i I can do better...]
He kept telling himself that, but it never seemed to come. He didn't [i really want] to do better. Trace Andrews wanted to be wild with this woman, and he knew he shouldn't. Trace was still busy fantasizing privately about what it would be like to rip off the thin material covering their private parts and actually make passionate love to this woman, regardless of the films rolling. It would almost certainly spell his doom and hers. They'd be labelled as scandalous adulterers their entire lives and after they'd passed. [i Fuck, am I an adulterer now?] Trace sighed when he heard Steve speaking about how perfect they looked together.
[i Oh I can do many positions, but I sure as hell don't want to be intimate with her...] Trace couldn't say the words, so he put on his acting face. He washed his thoughts clear and became James Bond. He wasn't Trace Andrews anymore. This woman was a stranger to him. He was focused and determined and a [i lover,] not a play thing.
Trace was slightly nervous about it, but her lips caught his, and he reacted by pressing back with his own in a sensual way. It came easier than he thought. He would began rubbing himself over the small pad covering her, making sure to grind against her hard enough to make her body rock rhythmically, feeling lust beginning to rise up between them as well as heat. He looked down at her with a flash of it before groaning as if he were actually inside her. He already knew how good it felt to be. Her hands trailed down hotly grazing his back and then pressing on his ass. He would press up harder against her, bumping as close as he could in a dry hump.
As soon as Emily tilted her head back, Trace followed her and obeyed her. She needed to be loved, to be worshipped in the way only a man could. He kissed hotly down her neck, licking over some pressure points and nipping and sucking ever so gently. He would suck hotly on it, claiming her as his own and then continue the slow and intimate grinding as he hotly brought his lips down over the top of her chest. Trace then looked up at her as if daring her to do more... to feel what he was doing. It was a game of cat and mouse.
Her moans were so fucking hot that Trace felt himself growing harder for her. It felt so close to real. He was in a new world with just her and him. Her feet were brushing over his calves, and he was thrusting against her without actually penetrating her. He'd groan and then bring his lips back down to her supple breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. He would cover it with his mouth, taking his time to nip and pull at the soft nub as he trailed his tongue around the center. Trace would cup her breast hotly in his hands and move to the other before trailing a hand down to her leg to pull her up hotter against him. It was smoking passionate, and he hardly even realized they needed to stop to cut scenes until they knocked on his shoulder.
Trace sent another warning glance at her as if to challenge her to do better. Little did he know, the next scene would have her on top of him, straddling him, simulating riding him. And it would drive him [i over the fucking edge.]
He was about to be descending into one of the most scandalous relationships in all of film history.
This was going to be fun.
Not even a good 5 hours before did they finally finish up their escapade of fucking one another senseless only for now, they both had to do it in a pretend state.
Emily was actually quite excited about it but had to play the part of a woman who hated him more than anything and thought of him as a vile creature she had ever seen.
That of course, was hard.
Emily did not loathe him as much as she wanted too, she especually did not think of him as a vile creature, not after last night.
Trace was good at taking direction and listening when it came to advice and he was the opposite. He knew exactly what he wanted, just like Emily.
It was while sitting up in the bed while her hair was being fluffled up, make up being put on her face along with brushes that swept her breasts to place on powder hat all she could think about was the dirty talk they both spoke.
Trace's hands resting upon her waist, pushing her back before pulling her forward as she rode him, him speaking on words telling her to go faster before she being instructed to start bouncing.
It was while Emily was on her back with legs in the air that she screamed on what she wanted.
Trace to go in deeper, harder, calling him a filthy boy, somewhat giving insults to make him angry which only heightened the pleasure as Trace went harder to prove something.
Smiling to herself, it wasn't long until the make up team moved away and left the room - leaving only the proper required crew to be there along with Trace who entered the set and took off the gown.
Emily slowly laid down - back upon the mattress, half of her body covered with a single sheet that was soon to be pulled off, giving the Director a good side veiw and the great angle.
Head resting upon the pillow, Emily bit her lower lip as Trace climbed onto the bed and inbetween her legs. A single peice of material inbetween them was all that there was.
Emily wriggled her body to get in a more comfier position. Sex was not supposed to be comfy.
She had to act all professional now when all she desperately wanted was for Trace to fuck her again and again, right there, in front of everyone for real.
Keeping her eyes on Trace, he lent down and spoke a whisper in her ear that made her somewhat laugh.
The irony of it all.
[i "Don't make this harder than it has to be."]
[b "You are the one that is hard, Trace...'] she replied softly before turning her head, looking at the Director as a question was asked.
Steve stepped forward and looked at the two together.
[+red "Ugh, just perfection! ...Look at you both!..."] he spoke. [+red "Many positions, Trace, but for now..go sensual. Intimate! You are a lover, not a play thing!.. kiss her, explore her body! Slow and steady wins the race, you know..."]
Emily smiled and laughed.
Good ol' Steve..
As he shifted back to his spot, Emily turned back to Trace and waited t hear for the word.
Emily bit her lower lip once more out of pure habit and nervousness before leaning up slowly halfway, meeting Trace's lips and kissed his mouth with her eyes closed.
His hips started to move, bumping and grinding against her slowly, like a man in love, wanting to make love.
Emily's hands glided down his back, nauils gently grazing his skin before placing palms down against his ass and held him against her.
Breaking the kiss, Emily tilted her head back - mouth open - eyes still closed as she moaned out, giving Trace permission to kiss her neck.
Flashbacks to her begging for more last night flashed through her mind.
[i ..More...yes baby, oh god, fuck me harder...] - was all she remembered.
Legs bend at the knees - Emily lifted up her left foot just slight and gently caressed the back of his calf muscle, her body moving in rhythem with his own.
Perhaps they didnt need to pretend.
Trace was ushered into the dressing and makeup room before he could protest more. He was surrounded by costume designers and makeup artists as they touched him up for his shot at greatness on film. He was going to be playing [i James Bond.] The role was both iconic and exciting. Trace was expected to push the limits and create a new version while adhering to the old attitudes and values of Bond that people gravitated to. But he couldn't think. How could he get in a perfectly made up bed and make love to this woman on screen? Trace had all but cast her off in the morning and denied her, but he couldn't deny her forever. She was coming back more and more into his life. It was uncharted territory for both the film and his scandalous relationship with Emily Winthorpe, and it was only just beginning.
Trace looked up from his state of undress, sporting a bare chest and simply his boxers. The team was beginning to get him ready for a small cover of modesty that he honestly didn't need. She'd felt it all before, but they couldn't know that. As soon as Travis, his agent, stepped in, Trace was livid. He stood with fire burning in his eyes, [b "You must have suggested this! You knew I didn't like Emily, so you pushed Steven to push our characters together in the first damn scene of the movie didn't you? Well I don't fucking appreciate it, and you need to change things."] Trace had stepped up, getting more into his agent's face. He pointed a finger at his chest, pushing back. [b "If you want your fucking job that is."]
[#f4522a "What the hell are you talking about man? You know I don't make the scripts or choose anything about how you act. What's going on with you?"] Trace asked, pushing the pointed finger off his chest as he sent a warning look to his partner in career and one of his best friends in life. [#f4522a "Is it your wife? Problems at home? You gotta clear your head however you can. This scene makes or breaks the movie, man. Act like you could fuck the woman. She's hot anyway."] Travis spoke, and Trace backed off. It wasn't his fault that he spent the last night in the Villa fucking Emily Winthorpe senseless. This was his fault, and he couldn't put the blame on anyone else. He had to own up to things in his own way.
Trace ran a hand through his hair, hitting the dressing table with his palm. [b "Yeah sorry... Just rough night is all. Let's get this thing over with. I haven't been working out every day for nothing."] He managed to joke and shared the signature handshake with Travis before he would leave. Trace was alone again, giving him the opportunity to down a quick shot of whiskey. Trace would pull on the thin strap that held him in place enough to do the shot and comfort the actors, but there was nothing that could truly do that now.
[i Here goes nothing...]
Trace was nude except for the thin strap, and the set was completely closed when he stepped up. He was expecting to see the sexy as fuck blonde bombshell laying in bed waiting for him... taunting him. He was greeted by just such a sight. Her lower half was covered by the dreamy-looking sheets, and her breasts were free and full. Trace stepped around the corner, taking his quick observational look over her sexy figure before looking to Travis. When the agent nodded, Trace climbed onto the bed, under the covers and between her legs. He was rubbing against the barely there pad between her, aching to rip it off and enter her again...
Trace just bit his lip, leaning his head down and whispering in her ear, [b "Don't make this harder than it has to be."] He would look to the director as his lips were so close to hers... so tantalizingly plump. [b "So how are you wanting this scene to go? Rough... passionate... intimate? And what positions?"] Trace would speak in the most professional tone, only thinking back to her riding him hard and fast, watching her breasts bounce as she ignored his past.
[i This is not going to be easy...]
Trace let his strong arms frame Emily in, feeling the intense heat that came only when they got too close to each other. He wasn't even thinking about his wife at all, and it was the strangest feeling. It was like she'd never been there. It was like he was in a movie... taking on another role... another life. And this woman was in the center of it.
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
Those words she spoke, couldn't of been any better.
Those words she spoke to a journalist for a magazine that was high up in the business. It was an interveiw that the people could see a ifferent side of her as she wasn't perfect, no one was perfect and yet in their minds - she was.
Alot happened behind closed doors.
In this case, alot of screaming and grunting came front behind the doors of the Guest Room in the Villa on that particular night.
The two made a big ass mistake, more so Trace than herself as she, in reality was single.
Trace was not.
We all made mistakes. It was what made us human.
It was what we learned from it all, that really mattered.
Oh yes, Emily rode him fast and hard all night long, all by his request. Trace did the work when they started but it was she who finished them both off and the man, when he came - was as loud as she.
However now, right in that moment of the two of them in the shower together - sharing the warmth of the water, Trace remained silent and Emily knew, he was regretting what had happened.
Like all men.
How was he any different?
[i I can't do this Emily]
[b That is not what you said to me last night.....]
[i "Just go to the master bedroom and get ready, and I won't bother you."]
Emily was tapped off to the side and her ears listened to his words that only made her raise an eyebrow.
He couldn't do it.
Trace Andrews was nothing more than a chicken shit, scared out of his mind and he had every right to be.
He left the room, leaving her behind before she said a word in reply. A towel around her body, Emily left the room and sauntered into the main room that she had won as a prize for the fight and got dressed - pissed off and angry that he dismissed her.
Putting on jeans and a casual light blue t-shirt and Air Max sport runners, her attire would change the moment they would approach the set and would be made up to look the part.
The clothes woukd change.
Hair would change as would the make up on her face as their was none at that moment.
Leaving the Villa, John met her at the car and the two drove to the Lot before parking, getting out and made her way to the set where the movie magic would happen.
Sitting in the chair, getting all made up - it was tilting her head down, reading the script that again she raised her eyebrow - witnissing on what the two of them would be doing on that day.
All she did was laugh.
[b "You're joking, right?..JOHN!..."] she called and John entered the room with a worried look on his face.
[+green "What...What is it?..."]
[b "First scene... Trace Andrews and I are fucking one another? ...This wasn't supposed to happen until further along. No. No!."] she mentioned to which she was silenced by the director who - already had his fair share of being spoken too by Trace moments ago about the same thing - that and she already fucked the man til he had came hard.
[+red "Emily, I know you and Trace do not get along, but this scene has to be done first. Please do not question my methods, just please... please do this for me..."]
Steven kept his eyes on her.
Emily sighed and nodded - turning away to continue being made over - laughing on the inside as she knew Trace would be kicking himself over all this.
It wasn't long until her naked body rested under a gown that was tied up. The only thing upon her body was a special pad inbetween her legs to stop penetration of body parts touching other special parts.
Usually, they would wear flesh colored undergarments but in this case, Steven wanted side veiws of the two moving with one another.
Breathing in deep - approaching the set, her eyes witnessed a room that was beautifully decorated and a bed that she had to be in.
It was a closed lot.
It was only Steve, herself, Trace and their Agents along with 3 other camera men and a sound man.
Everyone else had to stay out until filming was over.
Removing the gown, Emily in the nude - climbed ontop of the bed and rested under the sheet that only covered her lower half.
Breasts out in the open, nervous as all hell, breathing in and began to recite her lines in her mind as the make up crew started to touch her up with powder, making sure the film actress was perfect before they too - had to leave.
Her hands were on his back. Her body was just behind his. Trace could feel her chest... her lovely chest against his back pressed up against his skin. Emily was in the shower with him. She'd woken up to the same alarm, and she obviously wasn't through with him. Her hands were rubbing over his muscular back and arms and chest, and it was doing things to him. [i Can you just stop pushing my fucking buttons woman?] He was thinking, but he didn't push her away just yet. Her lips began kissing in between his shoulder blades. She was trying to worship him in the way only a woman of her kind could. Emily was doing things to him that he couldn't even think of doing just weeks before. She made him [i want] to be bad. A [i bad boy.]
Trace felt the hot water trailing down his body as he took a few more breaths. He was trying to think, but she made it hard to do that. Trace heard that same devilish and mischievous voice, [i "I despise you and you despise me. We fucked up and yet...."] Her voice came off soft as if she hadn't been under him as he banged the hell out of her or bouncing on top of him as if there were no tomorrow just the night before. Trace looked down at the smaller woman as she moved in front of him. His hands were framing her in as he leaned against the shower wall, pressing his palms down on the wall. Her hair was wet from the shower water, and her body was in all its glory before him. He was trying not to look... not to give in [i again.] But she was killing him being right there in front of him. Her body was so damn sexy...
Watching her there with the water trailing down just in front of him was sending primal urges through his body. But he couldn't do that... He couldn't betray himself or his wife or his life like that... Could he? [i "I cannot bare to be away from you..."] Her voice came again, just as intoxicating as the last. Trace ran a hand up through his wet hair before pulling her to the side and turning the shower off. He would wrap a towel around her and usher her out as he pulled one around his lower half. [b "Well great because we have to work together. I can't do this Emily... Just go to the master bedroom and get ready, and I won't bother you."] He let out a distressed sigh and then turn to her once more, [b "And promise me no one will ever know about this. If you even think about telling someone... I promise I will make your life hell, Winthorpe."] He spoke with anger in his eyes, but he was just trying to get her out of his view before he took her and bent her over the sink to have his way with her the way he wanted.
Trace didn't even listen to her response, pushing his way back into the room to pull on a pair of perfectly-fitting jeans as well as a sporty jacket and simple black t-shirt underneath that matched his hair. He would pull on some name-brand tennis shoes that he was sure he'd be changing once they got on set. Trace had no idea how he'd be able to work with this woman, knowing she had something on him. She could ruin his life or control him or make him pay her... She could blackmail him for anything she really wanted, and he thought about that as he disregarded if she was ready and just took the drive down to the set. There were trailers all around, and Trace plastered a fake smile on his face as he greeted the director and Travis.
[b "Good morning. First filming day. We should celebrate tonight."] He suggested, knowing he'd been the one to convince the director to give him possession of the Villa. Well, him and Emily now. [#123456 "How's the villa? Nothing quite like the first night you stay is there?"] Trace almost choked on the water he had lifted to his lips at the words of the director. [i Certainly nothing like it...] Trace tried not to think about Emily, but he had been. He couldn't get her beautiful face out of his fucking mind... No matter how hard he tried. [i Yep,] he'd be filling his tumbler with whiskey if he had to spend the day with her.
[b "Definitely life-changing."] Trace would mutter as he was handed the first part of the script with more director notes that he would spend the next few minutes going over. Trace's eyes scanned down the script sheet before he saw it. The scene that would be in one of the first few opening scenes of the movie.
[i Of fucking course...] It was a sex scene... a hot one with none other than Emily's character herself. Trace was about to question his sanity if he had to participate in such a scene, and the next words of the director sent the nails in his lustful coffin.
[#123456 "I plan on filming the beginnings of this love scene between you and Ms. Winthorpe. I'm sure she will agree."] Before Trace could open his mouth to speak, the director was beginning to set up the bedroom and going on about how it was an important aspect of the film. [i Problem was they wouldn't be acting.] Trace needed a break...
The night was pure heaven.
It consisted of the two of them have alcohol and drug induced sex that only heightened the pleasure.
It was quite interesting to say the least as Trace was an animal in the sack. He roughed her up, moaned and groaned and took out all his frustrations with her and perhaps a little of his hate.
Trace was not shy about positions.
While laying on her back, leg spread up in the air with his hands gripping her ankles, Emily reached up and gripped the headboard as the Actor who despised her, who had pure hatred in his blood for her - fucked her hard while looking at her - deep into her eyes as she did the same to him.
Screams of pleasure escaped her throat.
The headboard hitting the wall with every thrust he made upwards along with every grunt of satisfaction.
Roles were soon reversed and it was her time. Emily rode him hard and fast as her nails scratched his chest and her head tilted back, screaming the villa down as she bounced on that dick that was hard for her.
Trace could say all he wanted about not enjoying himself or it was a mistake.
Sure, it was a mistake but he loved it, as much as she did as the two hit climax together, without wearing protection.
It was the sound of the alarm going off that Emily, who rested on the other side of the bed, under a single sheet that her eyes opened ever so slowly and looked upon the window that was open to give in a nice breeze.
Movement on the other side indicated that Trace was up and awake and soon felt herself in the bed alone, something she hated.
Being alone wasn't her idea of a good time.
Yes, at times, being alone was calming, soothing but when it came to her and her past, it was hurtful.
Pushing the sheet off her body, Emily stood up and wandered over to the bathroom and stepped inside as trace had a shower and let the water wash over his skin.
Upon the sink, rested his wedding band that he still wore while fucking the actress senseless.
It was now off his hands.
Raising an eyebrow, Emily bit her lower lip and stepped in closer, placing a hand upon the handle of the shower door and opened it up, looking upon Trace and moved inside, feeling the warm water.
Standing behind him - the front of her naked body pressing against his own, hands trailing up his back, over his shoulders and down his muscular arms as she kissed inbetween his shoulder blades upon her tip toes.
[b "I despise you and you despise me. We fucked up and yet...."] she spoke softly, soon stepping around to the front of him, tilting her head up - making Trace look at her as the two of them continued to get wet from the water.
[b "I cannot bare to be away from you..."] again she spoke, gently brushing lips against his own before kissing mouth slowly.
Sinful. Intoxicating. Passionate.
She was all of those things. They were all of those things the night before their first day of filming. Trace had been lost in it all. He was drunk in alcohol, but he also found himself drunk in her kisses and the way she handled him so hotly. He found himself drunk in the way her body felt and the way she challenged him to do things he never would have. He had hot sex with her, and it was nailing more into his coffin. She was [i definitely] going to be the death of Trace Andrews. He woke up that morning to an annoying alarm, reaching over with a large hand and hitting the snooze button on his phone. The morning light was just perfectly filtering in through the windows, and he had a splitting headache. Trace ran a hand up to his head, rubbing his temples. [i Fuck I got loaded last night..] He thought, before noticing his bare chest and the thin amount of sheets covering his manhood.
He remembered it still, but it was a bit fuzzy. He remembered the way his body felt in hers and the way her body rocked. She was there next to him, in the same state of undress as he. It wasn't a dream. They had taken the plunge. He was a [i married man,] still wearing his ring. How could he? How did he let this slut of a woman worm her way into his bed... onto his dick? But he found himself wanting to remember more about their passionate sex. He wanted to remember the details... almost as if he wanted to be sober during it. [i No Trace.. you're just getting caught up in the role and the atmosphere. You despise her.] Trace told himself, hitting himself in the face to wake up a bit.
Without bothering to wake her if she hadn't to the alarm, Trace stood and made his way to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. He planted himself before the large mirror and splashed water all over his face. How was he going to tell his wife? Or should he not tell her? Would she hate him? Would she want a divorce? [i No... no one can ever know.] He thought to himself, suddenly gaining more bits and pieces of the night. Emily had dared him to be bad with her, and he had done just that. They both [i wanted] it deep down. They both felt the burning passion. They both fell into each other's arms, no matter the circumstances. Trace took a look at his ring and slipped it off. He couldn't carry it around like a status of his undying love and loyalty to his wife when he broke their vows, could he? He would certainly have to remove it for filming anyway. Trace set it to the side of the bathroom and let out another deep sigh, turning the water of the shower on hot.
Trace slipped into the large, walk-in frame with glass enclosing walls and tiles on the floor. It was large enough for more than one most certainly, but he was just focusing on himself. He had to get his head out of the clouds to film at least... then he could return and get drunk and lock his door so the devil herself couldn't sneak her way in again. Trace put on hand on the tile, letting the water relax his body. He would close his eyes, reflecting on everything he'd done and how much he'd sinned. [i And how much he wanted to do it again...]
Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.
How lonely she was.
So lonely that right now, in the moment she was in - she did not care that she would be hurting a man.
She did not care that she would be hurting a woman.
Emily did not care that she would be tearing vows to shreads and fucking up a marriage.
With legs on either side of Trace's body, the fmale held onto him good and tight as if he was to walk away from ths - he would struggle just slight.
Who was she kidding.
Trace was strong and could remove her from him like she was nothing but a lightweight feather.
The offer of the small utensil was a simple one.
Emily had lied when she said that the powder would help them both forget what happened in the main bedroom earlier; but infact - would heightened their natural urges.
The offer was easy.
Take it..or leave it.
Keeping her hues on Mr Andrews, Emily raised an eyebrow as she continued to straddle waist, feeling his bulge get harder as her lower half grinded against with ever move she made.
Within moments, Trace lent forward and took the cocaine like a professional after speaking two single words that drove her into a sexual frenzy.
One long snort up the nose, Emily closed the lid of the kit shut securely and dropped it onto the floor the very second Trace sat up and placed both of his man hands on her.
Hands that belonged to her, resting firmly placed on his shoulders as eyes closed and once more - kissed with intense hunger and lust; so passionate that growls and moans left both of their throats.
Kisses that were soon stopped and broken apart as Emily tilted her head to the side - keeping eyes closed, mouth open and sighed in pleasure the moment her neck became the prize.
The neck was a sensual area to kiss.
The collar bone and even nicer place to pay attention; but it were the senstitve nipples upon a single breast that made the girl grind down against Trace's buldge even more.
Fngers ran through his perfect hair and tugged hard oin the strands upon feeling his tongue swirl around her breast - taking her all in his mouth - sucking hard.
[b "Bad..boy...."] she muttered softly - tilting her head so she was facing the ceiling - eyes rolling back as she breathed heavily.
All he could do was smile and giveo off soft laughter from the wetness Trace touched inbetween her legs.
It was all his fault; however this made the girl pull back - pushing him away from her body only for herself to stand - up and over him.
Pushing the thin underwear down, one hand removing it from her body while the other held onto the ball of his shoulder once again before tossing the thong off to the side along with the dress.
With Trace still somewhat dressed, Emily shifted back down - kneeling before the Actor who was married and now engaging in extra marital activities and let her hands move to the front of the tight pants.
Pulling down the zipper and opened up and reaching in, pulling Trace out in all his glory.
Looking down at it, Emily quickly glanced back up at Trace and smiled.
[b "Holy shit..."] came a whisper to him before ravishing his mouth with her lips once again as her hand gripped tight and began to move up and down.
[ooc: chatzy i think]
[i Straddling him.]
Emily Winthorpe was straddling him tightly around his waist, having pushed his back against the mattress. She was taking control. She was showing him [i exactly] what she wanted. It was intoxicating. This woman was going to be the downfall of Trace, and it was obvious from that moment onward. He couldn't resist her. Especially not with her sitting upon him as if she were begging him to take her and have his way with her, and she [i was.]
[#38c016 "I want... what any girl would want when she is lonely..."] Emily spoke with such a sultry tone, Trace was enchanted by her. He was supposed to be alone in the guest room, letting her win her little victories. She wasn't supposed to come barging into his room, and she knew that. But she didn't care. She could tell somehow deep down that he was lost even though he seemed to have everything all together. She could tell that he yearned for something, and she was becoming that something. Hell, it was turning him on like crazy.
Trace stared up at the woman sitting on top of him like he was her throne as her nimble fingers removed the straps of her dress. She pulled the front down, revealing supple mounds that sent Trace's heart in a frenzy. She was [i sexy as fuck.] Trace felt the heat rushing down to his manhood, and he felt the same burning that he had before. He'd been so high off that kiss that he tried to get low with the drinking, but it hadn't worked. Now she was offering him so much... all of her body in the most sinful of ways.
He kept sitting there, trying to keep his fists closed and not to touch her, but he knew he was about to break. [#38c016 "Comfort, companionship.... Sex..."] Her full lips came down to brush against his own, and Trace could feel burning tingles rushing all over his body. That was it. He was a goner. He [i needed] her more than anything he'd felt before. And he would have her in every way.
The actress would sniff up some more of the white powdered drug, and Trace watched her smile as she handed him the utensil to do the same. [b "Fuck me..."] Trace muttered finally, lifting the drug to his nose and sniffing up. It sent a sense of euphoria and calmness and warmness all through his body that only made his decision to descend into lust even easier. Well, that and the fact she was sitting on his dick with her top down.
Trace looked up at the woman, feeling a growling of desire lifting into his chest. His eyes betrayed just how much he wanted to do to this woman... They betrayed what she truly did to him, no matter how confusing.
Then he acted on it.
Trace ran his hands up slowly over her sides, letting his fingertips trace her skin before cupping her breasts. He would sit up, running his finger to place pressure on her nipples as he would trace his lips hotly down into her neck. He planted hot kisses all the way down her skin until his mouth reached her chest, opening his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around her nipple as he sucked on her. He took his time on each of her breasts as he ran his hand down between her legs to feel her warmth and begin rubbing over her underwear. He wanted her hot for him.
People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other
It was partly true.
Emily loved her work, loved everything about it as she could anyone but her.
Everything else, was exactly on point.
She never spoke on her family, never saw her family and had nothing to do with them as the past was just simply to painful to remember and it was the booze and drugs that helped.
The sex, was just a bonus in it all. When pain, came pleasure and deep down inside, Emily hated who she was.
Who could love a woman like her?
She wouldn't blame them as she was lost caused, but not that lost that she wanted to leave this earth behind and leave a beautiful corpse.
Stepping into the room and taking rest upon a mattress that was wonderful to lay on, Emily rested beside a man who too, was lost but hid it very well.
It was not the right thing to do - as the right thing was her leaving him be and the room only to step into hers and fall asleep, wanting a brand new day.
Emily was still somewhat high from the coke she had taken already and, drunk on the drink but also, drunk on the feeling she had when she kissed his mouth.
It was only natural to act on something so wonderful.
It was only natural for them to act on the urge, wanting something, someone they couldnt have.
They were human and yes, they both made a mistake.
No one would know what happened.
The last thing they both needed in their life was a scandal.
Trace being married, he didn't want to hurt his family and Emily, did not want to be the known cause of it.
The Homewrecker - plastered on every front page magazine was not something to be proud of - and yet. there she was, laying beside the man who made her want to do all the wrong things.
Holding the tin kit in her hand, it wasn't long until Trace opened his eyes and stared upon the woman, opening his mouth and spoke words that made Emily raise an eyebrow along with a shudder of her body.
Words that caught her off guard and made her think, all the while his hand sliding up the outside of her thigh, pushing up the fabric of her dress ever so slowly.
[i "What are you doing Emily? What do you want... What do you want from me?"]
It was with her free hand that she pushed Trace onto his back, resting firmly against the mattress as she lifted one slender leg and shifted it over, moving up and straddled his waist good and tight as she looked down at him.
[b "I want... what any girl would want when she is lonely..."] Emily spoke softly, the dress pushing up due to the spread of her legs with Trace resting underneth.
The container resting on the bed beside them both securely as her hands pulled down her dress - over her breasts; letting them out as really - he had already seen them; that cause a gathered up peice of attire rest around her waist.
[b "Comfort, companionship...."] words spoke softly as she lent down, brushing those full pouty lips against his mouth before saying the single word that made her body tingle .. [b "Sex..."]
Shifting her gaze away from Trace to the tin box off to the side, Emily grabbed it and pushed up the lid quick.
Leaning back up - grabbing the body of a small steel paddle that was flat, the Actress dug into the white powder and lifted it up a reasonable amount to her nose and took the drug that calmed her body down and kept her warm.
Tilting her head back, she sighed - smiling before focusing on Trace once more, offering the small utensil.
[b "Be a bad boy....."]
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