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“Places everyone!” The director sounds frantic. “The studio’s tearing down the set tomorrow. We only have one chance to get this shot. It has to be right. One take. Any questions?”

There’s a lot of grumbling from the crew as they set up their equipment and prepare to start recording the scene.

I look over at James. He’s standing outside his trailer, chatting casually with one of the producers. He doesn’t look nervous at all, which is exactly the opposite of how I feel.

It’s not unusual for me to get butterflies in my stomach before shooting a big scene, but tonight it feels like the butterflies have morphed into full–sized birds, wildly flapping their wings with every breath I take.

My first sex scene. It’s a career milestone, a make–or–break point. If it goes well, I’ll officially have made the transition from child actor to adult actress.

But if it doesn’t? I may never get a second chance. I’ll have to get a real job, give up on my dreams.

James notices me looking at him and winks.

This is the first time I’ve seen him since finding the dildo. Does he think I actually used it? Is that why he’s winking at me?

My cheeks blush, but I refuse to get embarrassed. It doesn’t help that I’m already dressed for the scene, wearing just a skimpy pair of shorts and a low–cut tank top. I can’t hide much of anything in this outfit.

James isn’t paying attention to what the producer is saying anymore. His gaze has dropped to my tits, which are practically popping out of my shirt. I swear I can see a bulge forming in his pants. Is he really getting hard or am I just imagining it, seeing what I want to see?

He spends the majority of his time around women far more sexy and beautiful than me. Women who actually know how to please a man. And he’s old enough that he should be able to control himself. I mean, we’re not even filming the sex scene yet. He’s just looking at me from across the room.

And yet there’s no denying his growing erection. I can clearly make out the outline of his cock through his pants. It’s getting thicker and thicker, starting to form a tent in his pants.

I know that guys masturbate to pictures of me all the time. I’ve gotten plenty of fan mail stating exactly that. But to have this effect on someone in person is different.

Especially when that person is James. Handsome, worldly, irresistible James. The man that women all over the world lust after, and not just for his looks. He’s pretty much a saint with the amount of time he dedicates to his charity foundation.

But James is a professional. He shouldn’t get this visibly aroused just from seeing me in a skimpy outfit. Not in front of everyone on set anyway.

I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. And turned on too.

My pussy is drenched. Which is about to become a problem since I’m not wearing real underwear.

This little stick–on thing barely covers anything.

If I don’t calm down soon, I’m going to soak right through it.

And if that happens, it won’t be long before everyone knows about it.

I’ll probably have to change so I don’t have a giant wet spot in my shorts when the cameras start rolling.

The director just might kill me if that happens.

He’s made it pretty clear that we’re short on time.

We’ve already overrun the budget the studio set for us, and all the camera equipment needs to be returned tomorrow.

Tonight is our only chance to get this last scene of the movie filmed, and we really only have time for a single take.

I don’t want to be the one responsible if anything goes wrong.

James shakes hands with the producer and then motions for me to come over.

I hope he can’t tell how nervous I am. I don’t even know what to say to him.

“Give us five minutes,” James shouts to the director, then quickly pulls me into his trailer before getting a response.

My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. His hand is still on my arm and it’s making me tingly all over.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” James says, giving me a reassuring grin. His cock is still at half–mast, but he acts like everything’s normal. “Sex scenes can be awkward. I find that a little alcohol helps.”

He pours us each a shot of whiskey and hands me one.

“I guess I can’t argue with the expert,” I say, clinking my shot glass against his. Then I tilt my head back and pour the liquid down my throat.

He’s right, I’m already feeling more relaxed. But my heart’s still racing too.

Until now I’ve always felt comfortable around James, able to be myself. But at the moment, I don’t even know what to say to him, how to act. My usual confidence is nowhere to be found. All I can focus on is that bulge in his pants.

“So did you try it out?” he asks, his voice low.

It takes me a minute to realize that he’s talking about the dildo. My face flushes crimson.

James grins. “Relax, Harper. It was only a joke.”

He didn’t sound like he was joking though. He sounded like he wanted me to admit that yes, I had fucked myself with the dildo, and yes, I had enjoyed it.

I kind of wish I could tell him exactly that. How would he respond?

But it’s probably safer to let it go. I’m already in over my head with James. I wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for him. It’s too late to do anything about that, but I can at least prevent things from going any further.

What I really need to do is come up with a counter–prank. That would put me back on his level, equalize the sexual dynamic between us.

But I still haven’t come up with any brilliant ideas, and now I’m out of time.

This does not bode well for our sex scene. What if the director picks up on the sexual tension between us? Then again, maybe that would be a good thing. There’s supposed to be sexual tension between our characters. He’s my teacher, I’m his student. We’re having sex for the first time.

Come to think of it, this is probably the best way to go into the scene. I don’t know about James, but all of my body language will be authentic, no acting necessary.

Maybe pretending to have sex with him will relieve some of the tension between us.

Or maybe it will make it worse. How are we supposed to pretend we’re satisfied at the end of the scene when our bodies are aching for the real thing?

I know at least my body will be. It already is. I can’t even look James in the eye right now because I’m afraid I’ll say or do something regrettable.

Like kissing him…or worse. What I’m really tempted to do is to rip off his pants and suck his cock. He’s still sporting a semi and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to stare at it. I’ve never been so horny in my life.

But I’ve never given a blowjob before either and the rational part of me knows better than to start now. My lack of skill would surely disappoint James. Plus the entire set crew is waiting for us. They must be getting suspicious by now about what we’re doing in here.

Besides, getting James off would probably just make me even hornier.

“We should probably get back out there,” I say, awkwardly tugging down my shorts. They barely even cover my ass, and tugging on them doesn’t change that. I just don’t know what else to do with my hands right now.

“Yes. I suppose everyone’s waiting.” He runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “Any questions first? Things I should be aware of?”

Yeah, I’m a virgin and I have no idea what I’m doing , I think to myself. Out loud I just say, “Nope.”

“Okay. Well I have a couple of warnings for you. Number one, I guarantee I’m going to get hard.

Hell, I haven’t been able to control myself around you all day as it is.

Being on top of you is not going to help.

” He makes a point of adjusting himself so that his still semi–hard cock is less noticeable. “I’ll try not to poke you too much.”

I nod. Why does it turn me on so much to think about his erection pressing against me? I guess the answer is obvious, but it just feels wrong. I shouldn’t be this excited about fake sex.

“And number two?” I ask.

“Whatever you do, don’t touch my cock, not even by accident. Because if you do, all bets are off as far as my self–control goes.”

“Got it,” I say, my mind already churning with possibilities.

We start to walk towards the door. I can see the director standing impatiently outside through the window. He’s tapping the watch on his wrist and yelling at his assistant. I’ve never seen him so stressed out before.

“And Harper?” James says, his hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah?”

“Stop worrying. You’re going to be great.”

I smile. “Only because I have a great partner.”

He leans in closer. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me and it sends a shiver down my spine.

But then his mouth presses against my ear instead.

“If all else fails, just pretend it’s real.

” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. But it’s still deep.

The sound reverberates through my body. “Because I know you want me to fuck you.”

Suddenly I’m light–headed, almost dizzy. And more nervous than ever.

What if I can’t do this? Will it be obvious to everyone watching that I don’t know what I’m doing?

As much as I hate being branded a slut—especially because it’s so unjustified—I hate the idea of everyone knowing I’m a virgin even more.

“Yeah, okay,” I mumble, then push my way out the door. I need to get out of here before my face gives me away.

The director’s shouting again, this time at one of the cameramen. When he sees me, he stops talking mid–sentence and puts two fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly.

“It’s go–time, people!” He walks swiftly across the set so that the whole cast and crew has a clear view of him. “Remember, we only have time to do this once. If you screw up, just go with it. No retakes.”