The Rich and The Famous Ch. 05

Sabrina sighed and glanced at her watch pointedly. Again. "Alex are we going to have to just change the shooting schedule today?" She called in the direction of the director who was talking with the crew.

"I'm sure Lori will be here soon Sabrina." Alex assured her, his tone polite but impersonal, not like the way he normally spoke to the woman he'd once slept with and with whom he retained a good friendship.

Sabrina's smile remained fixed in place but inwardly she was seething- what on earth was Alex thinking speaking to the woman who was the damn star of his stupid little show like she was nothing? Didn't he know that without her, without a big name like Sabrina Meadows, viewers would just classify his show as trying to cash in on the chick flick/lit/show phenomenon and not even bother watching it? She'd left a copy of the newspaper article on his desk yesterday so she was sure he'd read it by now.

"She might have a point Alex." The assistant director, or assistant producer or assistant something anyway, said.

Alex didn't reply but he did glance towards where Sabrina was (im)patiently lounging on a love seat in the set of the Richards mansion's lounge room.

"Maybe your right...I've got the timing all worked out and I don't really want to change things around too much...plus next week I was thinking we could shoot a whole bunch of the outside shots..." Alex hedged.

Sabrina sighed to herself. One thing she didn't remember Alex Hammond as being was indecisive. She remembered one particular evening in the bathroom of what was back then the latest celebrity's favourite restaurant:

Alex was enjoying his chicken stuffed with mushrooms, bacon, anchovies and cheese on a bed of potatoes of some kind and Sabrina was eating her prawn caeser salad. It was the height of their 7 month affair and because directors wined and dined actresses all the time it was all right for them to be seen in public occasionally- as long as there were no PDA's. It just so happened though that Sabrina had only returned that very day from a few weeks in Europe to promote her latest movie and they'd met at the restaurant without having had the time to 'catch up' with one another. Under the table Sabrina ran her bare foot up Alex's leg and gave him a mischievous smile.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. If I'm not back in a minute you better come looking for me." She said.

Alex looked like he wanted to protest; it was too risky, but the stirring in his pants made him agree. His eyes followed her as she walked across the room and he mentally congratulated himself for being able to sleep with such a gorgeous woman. Sabrina deliberately did the supermodel walk across the room, knowing his eyes would be firmly glued to her ass.

He kept eating, slowly, and had to stop himself from looking at his watch every 30 seconds. Finally 5 minutes had passed and he decided it was safe to go looking for her without alerting the suspicions of anyone. Plus the fact that he had the beginnings of a serious erection meant he was less cautious and just plain anxious to get inside Sabrina again.

The moment Alex opened the door of the private woman's toilet (reserved only for the A-list who were separated from the not so worthy by a wall and the kitchen) Sabrina pounced on him, her tongue seeking his and her legs wrapping around his waist. Alex locked the door- still able to think about the secrecy of their coupling despite his desire for Sabrina. They kissed lustfully for a couple of minutes before Alex carried Sabrina across the room (which was bigger than most public restrooms combined) to the toilet and then put her down on the toilet.

Sabrina's fingers quickly unbuckled Alex's belt and unbuttoned his slacks so that they slid down over his legs and rested at his ankles. His cock was pressing hard against his underwear and Sabrina stroked the material covered erection before his underwear followed his slacks and his cock sprang free, bouncing in the still air. Sabrina studied the swollen, purple head and enlarged balls with the hunger of a lioness who is intent on catching a gazelle to feed her beloved cubs. Alex loved the way her eyes lit up with excitement and electricity whenever they were fucking, screwing, having sex or making love.

Sabrina reached out and one hand cupped Alex's balls, gently squeezing them while the other hand took his cock by the base and slowly moved it around before positioning it so that her lips meet the tip. Alex made a low, deep, guttural sound as Sabrina caressed him with the tip of her tongue, feeling himself begin to ache with the familiar swelling. Slowly, so very slowly, Sabrina slid the head into her mouth and began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head and her teeth lightly grazing the tip.

"Good God I've missed you Sabrina." Alex moaned in a barely audible croak.

Sabrina smiled- despite having a mouthful- before she moved forward and slid a bit further until the head of Alex's cock pressed against the back of her throat.

"Miz Meadows? Hello, Sabrina?!"

Sabrina jumped in shock, jolted prematurely back to reality from her memory. Realizing just what she'd been thinking about she felt her stomach churn with embarrassment. Almost against her will, like there was a force controlling her, Sabrina's eyes were drawn across the room to where Alex was standing talking with one of the assistant writers. Perhaps feeling Sabrina's gaze he looked up and when his eyes met hers he smiled. She quickly looked away, feeling the heat in her face creep down to her neck.

"Hell-ooo? Earth to Miz Meadows!" A hand was waved in front of Sabrina's face.

Annoyed Sabrina pushed the hand away from her face. "Don't wave your hand in my face like I'm an animal." She snapped.

"I've just gotta' fix ya makeup a bit." The girl who belonged to the hand explained. She wasn't Sabrina's personal makeup artist and Sabrina couldn't help but eye her warily. She was in her early twenties and wearing threadbare jeans with frayed cuffs hanging over her boots and a hot pink t-shirt was covered by a beige corduroy jacket resplendent with a darker brown faux fur collar at the top. Her hair was blonde with pink sections, more than streaks, and a wad of chewing gum was in her mouth. Sabrina thought the clothes looked like they'd probably come from Goodwill or some other charity and she wouldn't even use them to clean the floors in her home- if she cleaned floors that is. Looking at her Sabrina wondered how on earth anyone would ever hire her to do makeup, entrust her with making the stars of their show look good, when she couldn't even dress herself decently?

"Ya looked like ya were a million miles away Sabrina." The makeup girl commented as she dusted a light translucent powder down the bridge of Sabrina's nose, on her forehead and her chin. A minute later she stood back to admire her handiwork with the satisfaction of an artist having created their magnum opus. "What lipstick do ya use?"

"Um...today it was a Max Factor Lipfinity one...but don't ask me what colour." Sabrina responded.

"Ya know ya feel really warm Miz Meadows...ya gotta' be careful not to sweat too much or your foundation will just slide off ya face like a mudslide down a hill." The makeup girl offered.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." Sabrina said sarcastically. She was still feeling incredibly flustered and out of sorts due to her erotic daydream. Over the years since their secret dalliance Sabrina had thought of Alex fondly and remembered their time together with affection. She'd kept up with the news of his successes and projects but the only gossip she'd heard had been from the mouths of friends and colleagues as she didn't think there were any creatures she could hate more than those of gossip writers and paparazzi so she kept away from the gossip magazines like they her own personal kryptonite. The only time she read anything was when it was about herself and she was alerted to it by someone. However not once had she dreamed, or daydreamed as the case may be, of a specific sexual incident, let alone so vividly, like today.

Lori, who had obviously arrived while Sabrina was in the midst of her erotic memory, gave her co-star an apologetic grin. "My boyfriend was in one of his talkative moods and it took me forever to escape him and get out of the apartment." She explained. What she left unsaid was that Carl's talkative mood was due to drugs and that he wanted to talk and philosophize.

Around one or two o'clock in the morning Carl had woken up and then woken her up by turning the lights on so he could get dressed. When he saw her peering at him sleepily he looked a little guilty. "I know you hate this babe and I hate it too but I just have to score some crack now. I'm feeling all restless and sweaty from withdrawals." Lori had shaken her head slowly, not believing he was feeling guilty about needing the drug but rather because he'd been caught going out for a fix in the middle of the night. "To be having withdrawals you need to actually stop having the drugs for more than half a day." She'd snapped cuttingly before rolling over and tightly closing her eyes. She felt him stop by her side of the bed and rub her back briefly before leaving the apartment. Feeling more comfortable alone in the bed she'd drifted off back to sleep almost straight away. Then in the morning when she'd gotten up, had her shower and a bowl of cereal with a herbal tee for breakfast- feeling a bit bad about actually eating after seeing the amazing body on Sabrina and even on the extras in the show too- Carl had returned, full of beams and annoyed that his girlfriend was going off to work.

"Interesting excuse. And when you forget your lines today will you be telling me that the dog ate your script?" Sabrina asked snippily. Shaking her head slightly she walked over to the table where an urn full of boiling water, bowls of tea, coffee and sugar, a carton of cream, a plate of pastries and croissants, a fruit platter and a couple of pitchers of ice-cold water were sitting. The food from the bakery looked incredibly tempting but Sabrina had made a promise to herself that while she was filming she would stick to her very strict diet and so she poured herself a glass of water and sipped slowly from it.

"What is her problem?" The makeup artist demanded of Lori, glaring at Sabrina's back. "Mebbe she's going through menopause...she'd be about the right age I reckon."

"Oh she's all right." Lori defended the older woman, somewhat to her own surprise, despite the fact that she prided herself on loyalty being one of her best traits. Perhaps it was that sense of loyalty that had kept her in a relationship that was long past its use-by-date. She sat down in a seat next to the table where the makeup artist had set down her tools of the trade, with there not being enough time for Lori to go back in to the dressing room to get her makeup done in there. Luckily Alex hadn't been too upset or angry at Lori being tardy.

"So ya sure are a lucky gal working with two hunks like Paul and Brock. I just get to do their makeup but ya get to know them better I'm sure." The makeup artist said as she deftly applied primer to Lori's blank face before she could add foundation. She snatched a quick bite of the apple Danish she had on a paper plate on the table before selecting Maybelline's Dream Matte Mouse which would go on quickly and she wouldn't have to wait for it to dry before adding the rest of Lori's makeup.

Lori couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable considering the fact that the night before she'd had a masturbation fantasy about Paul. "They do both seem very nice." She agreed.

"And cute!" The girl added with a laugh as she deftly added MAC eye shadow in 'Stars 'N Rockets' to Lori's eyelids.

"That too." Lori said. "I'm sorry this is going to sound incredibly rude but I can't remember your name?"

"It's Kimmi." The makeup artist said and then she lowered her voice. "It's just a pity that Brock bats for the other team."

"Are you serious?" Lori asked in shock.

"The rumour has been doing the rounds of Hollywood for years. It's never been confirmed of course and he's very discreet about his sexual preference- so much so that nobody has ever seen anything to authenticate it." Kimmi said as she swiped Diorshow Black Out mascara on Lori's lashes.

"But...but he's been married to Caitlyn Manners for about eight years and I can't imagine he'd want to look anywhere else being married to such a stunning woman who was the face of so many products. In the era of the supermodel she was up there with other big names like Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell and Christy Turlington- I think Christy was even in the bridal party. She was a supermodel in the days where supermodels weren't spending all their time snorting up drugs like Kate Moss-"

"But look at what the drugs scandal and the subsequent rehabilitation stay did for her career. She's earning more post drugs scandal than she was before that." Kimmi said with a sardonic grin. "Anyway I'm not denying that Caitlyn is a gorgeous woman but most people are pretty sure that their marriage is a sham, just a front to stop the gay rumours."

Lori wrinkled her nose. "But if that was the case why would Caitlyn go along with that? A woman like her could easily have any man she wanted."

Kimmi selected a glossy lip stain and with a lip brush applied it to Lori's lips. "That is the big question...although there are many different theories...okay, you're done. I'm sure Mr. Hammond is ready to get on with shooting for the day."