Starlett

A loud slow clap burst into my consciousness as I stood recovering behind Lindsay's bent over body, heaving in her own recovery. "Bravo. Bravo." The clapping black man said, walking closer to us from the main hallway. I had no idea how long he had been there or who he was but he obviously caught us fucking in the dark storage area.

"Forgive my...uhh... intrusion. I would have said something earlier but you didn't look like you wanted to be bothered when I followed you back here." He held out a card moving across the stacked boxes from us. "I am Terrell Henderson, Peter's agent, as well as a number of the other girls in the movie. I had wanted to meet you Lindsay and talk about representing you."

Lindsay reached out for his card attempting to read it in the dim light. It seemed surreal to be standing there stark naked taking a business card from a man that had just watched us fuck like rabbits moments earlier.

"For what it's worth I really enjoyed the second act of your show here. You're a lucky man." He added at the end giving me a nod. "Call me next week and set up an appointment at my office to see how we can help each other.

"Yeah, O.K. that sounds good," Lindsay finally responded. "I'll call you next week."

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A few weeks went by and of course Lindsay had met with Terrell at his office in the interim. She told me he was very professional, had a nice office, staffed of course with beautiful women. He had promised her a role in another upcoming film, this time she would have a fairly major role. His company was producing the film for Cinemax and of course Peter would star opposite her. I was already uncomfortable with Peter and now this Terrell guy seemed to be a little to eager to cast Lindsay, a relative newbie, in a starring role so quickly. She said the meeting had really been pretty non eventful, he had a photographer take some photos for new comp cards and head shots, and took her to lunch at some fancy bistro.

"So how quickly did you have to get naked for him?" I asked acidly.

"C'mon Mitchell, it was just a meet and greet and then some updated photos. You know how much I complained about my old ones." Lindsay explained.

"You didn't answer the question Lindsay." I pointed out. "I know you, and I know how bad you want this so you sometimes charge ahead without thinking longer term."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She shot back,starting to get angry.

"Some of these guys are just in it for taking advantage of young women, preying on their desires and promising the world while really not having much to offer." I knew this would lead to a fight but sometimes she was just so damned starry eyed it pissed me off. Her Mom and I had both had conversations with her about just believing anything some producer said to get her on her back.

"Here!" She tossed a stack of 8 x10 comp cards at me. "These are the shots since you can't trust me."

I looked a the comp card, the usual face shot dominated the page but of course there were two implied nudes that jumped out. One she wore bikini bottoms and stood placing her first two fingers over her nipples, leaving most of her breasts bare and supporting themselves. The second she wore a sheer night gown that left little to the imagination and her pink nipples showing through.

"I knew he had to get you naked." I shook my head exasperated. "What kind of roles do you send in a comp card like that for? Not to get anything mainstream or on TV." I answered my own question.

"I don't want to try out for any more goddamned TV commercials. These will work great for horror films, teen party movies, and yes the occasional Cinemax style adult work. And yes, I was naked for the photographer, and Terrell was in and out most of the shoot. He didn't lay a hand on me. God, you can be such a jealous ass sometimes. Just because I flaunt it doesn't mean I am some whore or stupid enough to just fall for any old casting couch trick. I know the only reason I got this far was because of my body and face, I'm proud of how I look and showing it off doesn't bother me in the least. If you can't handle that then we are done." I could see I had really pushed her too far but I was jealous and feeling pretty mad myself.

I left her place and went home feeling like we were done. I was so pissed but I had a hard time letting go because she was right about one thing, she was so damn hot and I really liked her.

We didn't talk for a few days and then had one tense dinner date that lead to me staying over but no sex. She told me how she went over to Peter's house to read some lines for the upcoming movie. I think she was testing me to see if I would get mad, but I kept it cool and didn't ask too many questions about it, even when she carried on about how nice his house was and his pool.

"What no questions about getting naked or fucking him?" She probed as if trying to pick a fight..

"No. I don't want to know and it'll just lead to a fight." I tried to back down the conversation.

"Why because you don't trust me? Or do you think I really just went over there and fucked his brains out. Like I just walked in the house and started sucking his big cock in the foyer. Or maybe he tricked me into getting into the hot tub and fucked me out on his patio. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No goddammit. I don't want to hear that." I did notice however she managed to use the word, big, when she mentioned his cock.

"Well O.K. then, just trust me. I really do like you Mitchell and I do want to be with you but you can't get all jealous about other actors or agents. "

"I'm trying not to but it is hard, you are so hot and they get to touch you and see you naked, things I like to be special between us. "

"It's just work. It doesn't mean anything to me or them, so don't worry about it. Sex isn't always about love, sometimes it is just about freedom or having fun, feeling good or just releasing some anxiety, and sometimes it is just faked like in my scenes. Besides, I think it turned you on a bit that day at the studio. Your cock was so hard and you were so ready to fuck me after that scene, so don't tell me it's all bad."

I sheepishly kept quiet not wanting to admit how hot it had been seeing her with Peter and the faked exctasy on her face.

We woke up late and Lindsay had to rush to get to the studio. I went along since it was a rare Saturday shoot and I didn't have to work. Of course it was sex scene day again and I was going to have to witness Peter groping and licking her again. I kept thinking about how she smelled this morning and how warm her naked body felt next to mine under her covers. She spooned against me, letting my hands rove over her thighs and up to cup her tits, lightly caressing her pointed nipples. It wasn't long before I was fully hard, slowly sliding her over so I could lick my way down from her lips, tits, stomach, and between her naked thighs. My tongue had barely slipped between her pussy lips but she was so receptive and horny judging by her hard nipples and slow grinding of her hips into my face for those few moments before she realized the time and jumped up for work. I tried pleading with her to stay in bed just for a quickie but she was already pulling up her yoga pants from the floor. By the time I got out of the bed she had her tight shirt pulled down over her braless chest and was looking past me for a hair scrunchy.

The whole car ride to the studio was painful as I tried to calm my raging hormones as I looked at her hard nipples protruding from the t shirt and thought of how little fabric covered her warm body. I could still just taste her pussy on my upper lip when I mindlessly licked my lips. I tried not to think of how jealous it made me feel to know she was going to let some other guy touch her naked body, lick her skin, rub all over her while I had to just sit and watch, with her taste still on my mind and my cock straining against my jeans.

The scene today was being shot in the same warehouse but this time the set was a large night club after hours. Lindsay and Peter were in the middle of the room surrounded by tables and chairs. The make up department had transformed her from the her morning look. Lindsay had a more Punk look for this picture, wearing fishnet stockings and a short black mini skirt with a silver chain around her waist. Her loose pink shirt was wide necked and off the shoulder, barely covering her mid section. Her hair was teased out in all directions and she wore heavy pink eye shadow and lots of dark eye liner.

Again as soon as the director gave the word Peter was on her. He ran his hand over her tits squeezing roughly over her shirt while they kissed, wrestling tongues and grinding hips against each other. He lifted her shirt over her head exposing her sheer black bra underneath and kissing her neck. Lindsay spun around and began grinding her ass against his groin. Peter's hands moved to cup her tits from behind, rolling her nipples inside the bra. Lindsay snuck a hand back and began stroking his cock through his suit pants, obviously making him hard. Just as Peter was unhooking her bra the lights went out.

The director shouted, "Everyone stay where you are. There are cords running all over the floor and I don't want anyone tripping or pulling down a lighting set or boom on their head. The insurance guys will kill us if you do."

It was pitch black in the windowless warehouse. I could see a faint glow from one of the spare cameras set up near me, it must have been on battery instead of plugged in. No one was using it for the shoot and like me was just sort of set aside out of the way. The director yelled again, something about one of the production assistants checking on the breaker box or looking for a flash light. I moved over to the glowing camera and looked at the small display window.

The camera was shooting straight at Lindsay and Peter in the middle of the dark room. I looked up from the screen and even after a moment of adjustment still couldn't see anything of them with my eyes through the darkness. I looked back at the view screen and noticed that camera's lens enhanced the light and I could make out the eerily gray figures of Lindsay and Peter still standing there. Peter had obviously finished removing Lindsay's bra despite the lights going out and she stood leaning back against him. I felt the familiar jealousy spring up when I noticed his hands rove up and massage her bare tits. Lindsay made no move to stop him as he continued his caressing as if the scene were still being shot. I could see her body responding as she rubbed back against him letting his hand pull her nipples and even slip between her thighs briefly, obviously giving her pussy a quick feel. Lindsay turned to face him, letting him lick and kiss her tits while she unbuckled his pants and let them drop. I stared intently at the screen torn between yelling out that I could see her and yet wanting to see where she was going with this. She didn't leave me wondering for long as after a few more kisses and Peter's toying with her tits she dropped to her knees and slid his underwear down with her. His long cock popped from beneath the passing waistband, bobbing in her face, half hard and sticking straight out. My jaw dropped as Lindsay didn't even touch him with her hands but just leaned forward and sucked his entire length into her mouth and began bobbing quickly. This wasn't some faked BJ like the other shoot but a real live dick sucking. She was deep throating nearly his entire cock while gripping the back of his ass almost pulling him deeper. Peter's hands rested on her head guiding her speed and bending slightly at the knees to let her go deeper.

I couldn't resist and shouted out, "Lindsay! You O.K. over there!"

I watched her take Peter's cock out of her mouth and shout back while stroking him with her hand, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just stay there like the director said!" Without waiting for an answer she had his cock in her mouth again and was pumping her fist up and down his shaft into her mouth.

Peter yelled out, "Don't worry Mitch, she's doing a great job. Not scared a bit and perfectly safe." I couldn't see his face in the dim camera light but assumed he had a smirk on his face as he snaked his cock down Lindsay's throat in response.

I felt myself getting hard watching her rythmic sucking of his cock, occasionally aiding her mouth by pumping with her fist. Both of Peter's hands rested on her head providing resistance for his small hip thrust into her throat. Lindsay stopped moving all together and let him slowly fuck her face, taking his entire length in agonizingly slow penetrations while on her knees in front of him. It wasn't as if Lindsay didn't like sucking cock, when she went down on me she was always good and energetic but this was a whole new level. She was just taking Peter's length like a true porn star.

I saw a flashlight on the edges of the room and it only caused Lindsay to pick up the pace. Peter's head dropped back as he looked at the ceiling and Lindsay began jerking him into her mouth until Peter obviously shot a load of cum down her throat. Lindsay had never been much for swallowing but I think she had to in order to hide the evidence. She stood up, licking his chest a bit and kissing him fully on the mouth just before the lights came on. Everyone blinked a bit adjusting to the light, a few looked a little perplexed at Lindsay being topless and Peter standing in his boxers with the pants around his ankles, cock semi hard at a downward 45 degree angle. No one but me had witnessed the blow job Lindsay performed in the middle of the crowded room.

The director didn't want to waste anymore time and just told them to keep going with the scene where they left off. Peter wasted no time in kissing her, completely carefree about having just blown his load down in her mouth. Again his hands were everywhere on her, at one point I saw his hand slip down her skirt, proabably inside her panties for all I knew. It was as if Lindsay couldn't get naked fast enough, she was wrestling away from him only to slide her skirt down, leaving the fishnet thigh highs on. Peter pushed her back onto a table and kissing her tits, her stomach, thighs and all the way down to her feet. With her legs straight up in the air she lifted her ass just enough for him to slip the small dark thong up onto her thighs and all the way up and off, letting hit dangle from one long stilleto. Slipping his hands to the inside of her ankles he slid down slowly forcing her legs open as Lindsay played along until she had to bend her knees, almost pulling him down into her crotch. This time there was no pretend, no licking over her underwear, no just teasing the thighs, Peter was licking her pussy in front of me and everyone. As sharp, "Ooooh, " escaped and Lindsay's hand shot out and pulled his head deeper, encouraging him as soon as his tongue parted her lips. Camera one stayed focused on Peter's head and her wanton look but there was no doubt about what was happening. Camera two panned down her body from her head, between her flattened breasts, sucked in stomach, and stubbly pubic bone giving the full view of her writhing body. Peter's nose rested on the small bump while his mouth was pressed to her lips, jaw moving, indicating his tongue was hard at work probing her, his moustache tickling her lips while his hands gripped the bend of her thighs pulling her into his face.

My heart was pounding, it was as if I was there licking her instead of watching another man getting her off. My cock was hard, my mouth was dry, I was so fucking horny and couldn't believe it. I should have been mad, I should have felt jealous, instead I felt like whipping it out and jerking it right there.

Lindsay moaned, not a fake moan, but a genuine, "This feels really fucking good," moan. I thought the director would have moved the scene on but he sensed the mood, and let it go, figuring it would only make the sex seem more real. Finally, Peter relented and stood up, cock fully hard banging of Lindsay's thighs as he moved in closer. For a second I thought he was just going to slide right into her wet pussy, but without a word he picked up Lindsay's small body, bent at the knees and let her bounce on his thighs as if fucking her standing up. Her tits bounced in his face as he gripped her ass lifting her and letting her fall. I could see her bare, swollen pussy from behind and knew he wasn't really fucking her but she was definitely getting a feel of his cock rubbing up her stomach and probably occasionaly against her clit as they dry humped.

Eventually he went to the floor and let Lindsay take the top. From behind and the side, I watched him aggressively squeeze her bouncing tits, much harder than I had ever dared, but she didn't seem to mind. He tugged at her nipples while she planted both hands on his chest and worked her hips back and forth. I moved slightly to their head side and immediately noticed she was rubbing her wet slit and clit up and down the underside of his engorged cock. Her familiar flushed chest, hard nipples, and quick breaths gave away that she was getting close to cumming for real. This was no pretend rolling around under the covers for the camera, but was as close to really fucking as you can get. I watched her slow her movements to a crawl but could tell she was increasing the pressure with each one as if milking his cock with her pussy lips. Peter's hands fell to her ass and gripped her tight for, one, two, three, last slow hard grinds up and down him and fell back with a long sigh. Lindsay stood up over her his prone body, lifting her foot over him as if dismounting a horse. A production assistant stepped up with a robe for her as she turned towards the dressing room. Peter remained on the floor with an obvious pool of cum running off his stomach.

The crew clapped, a few shouted, "Bravo!", or "That was fucking hot!". The director even pronounced, "Now that was a sex scene!"

Lindsay glanced at me for a second before scampering off to the dressing room. I thought for sure she would come right over to me but instead she was gone. I waited a few moments until I felt she wasn't coming right back and headed to the dressing room. Her door wasn't locked and when I walked in she greeted me with a long wet kiss. I could faintly smell sex in as her wet pussy, sweat, and probably some of Peter's cum wafted into the air.

"Are you O.K.?" She asked, holding me at arms length.

I really didn't know how to respond, my gut was churning in jealousy and yet incredibly turned on having seen her react so... slutty, was the only word that came to mind. "Yeah, I guess so." I lamely responded.

"I know things got a little heavy out there, probably further than I should have gone but I know that scene will look amazing. This director and company will love me now and I should have no problem getting more from them. I really wanted to impress them."

"You definitely made an impression." I nervously laughed. I was still unsure of brining up her blowing Peter. I don't think she had any idea I saw that part.

"I'm glad you are being mature about today. After the scene was done I thought you would storm off or cause a commotion in front of everyone. I guess I should reward you, huh?" Her left hand slipped down my shorts, gripping my still nearly hard cock. A little pre cum had leaked out, making my underwear damp against the back of her hand. "I see someone else was turned on too."

I pulled my shorts down just as she dropped to her knees, still stroking with her left hand. "Maybe I should have found out sooner how horny you get when you see another man touch me?" teased Lindsay. "Every time you see another guy suck my titties or play with my pussy you have the biggest hard on."