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Oh, and my tits are hanging out. Not completely. My nipples aren’t showing or anything. But I look way bigger than usual in this bra and my cleavage is out of control.

I’m definitely not the only one to notice it either. Most of the people hanging around us—cameramen, the sound crew, the lighting technicians—are men. And they’re all staring at my chest.

So is James. But only for a second, because now that we’re filming again, he crashes his mouth against mine and reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra.

I kiss him back eagerly, letting my hands roam over his body. I don’t even care that I’m topless right now. Everything he’s doing feels so good, so fucking sexy, that I completely lose myself in the moment.

The kiss starts out soft and sensual, with his hands caressing my breasts and his tongue brushing against my lips, but things escalate quickly as James becomes more aggressive. Soon our tongues are wrestling in my mouth like it’s an Olympic sport.

I unbutton his shirt, practically ripping it off of him as I go. Our bodies are pressed tightly together now, my bare breasts smashed against his chest. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“You’re such a temptress,” he says, breaking off the kiss and pushing me backwards until I’m lying on the bed.

My head is spinning. I don’t remember my line. Why can’t we just make out some more?

James sits down on the bed and pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling his waist. He starts to kiss my neck, trailing his lips softly against my skin.

Meanwhile, his hard cock is rubbing against my pussy through my shorts. I get the feeling he’s doing it on purpose, slowly moving his hips up and down to stimulate me.

It’s definitely working. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“I want you inside of me,” I half–whisper, half–moan. This is not my line. The director will probably kill me for saying this, but right now it’s the truth.

And I’m sure Jenna would agree. She’s supposed to be a nymphomaniac who also happens to be a virgin. It’s part of the reason I took this role. I love the irony of it. Plus, I can identify with her. She may be inexperienced, but she knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go for it.

Unfortunately that’s not something I can do in my real life.

Displaying even the slightest hint of my sexuality gets me branded as a slut.

So what James and I are doing now feels incredibly empowering to me.

After repressing this part of myself for so long, it’s a relief to finally have the opportunity to act on my desires.

Even if it is fake.

“Not yet,” James says, tracing a finger around my nipple. “I want to explore the rest of your body first.”

I let out a soft moan as his mouth moves down to my breasts. His cock flexes between my legs as he adjusts my body on top of his. It sends a surge of excitement through me, makes me want to reach down and grab his cock, jerk him off until he comes all over me.

But the director would definitely kill me if I did that. James probably would too. Of course, he’d also enjoy it.

I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. I’m too horny for my own good. Why does James have to be so hot? It’s hard to believe he’s old enough to be my father, though maybe that’s part of his appeal.

As James continues to tease me with his tongue, I have a brief moment of clarity. My next few lines of dialogue pop into my head, which is a relief because not only do I not want to blow this scene, but if I don’t keep myself busy I’m liable to do something stupid right now.

Like whipping out James’s cock right here in front of everyone and pumping it with a firm grip, exactly the way I imagine him liking it.

“I need to tell you something,” I say as he devours my breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them. I’m pretty sure the script doesn’t call for this much sexual contact between us, but I’m not about to fight it. His mouth feels amazing on my nipples.

“Go on,” he says, looking up at me, but not pulling his mouth all the way off my breast. His tongue keeps doing this thing where it swirls around my nipple and it has me so turned on that it’s hard to even breathe, let alone remember my line and get it out.

“I, uh…” I have to stop to catch my breath. “I’ve never done this before.”

I always thought women were exaggerating when they said they could get off on nipple stimulation alone.

Surely their clit was also involved somehow.

But James is so great with his tongue that I feel like I’m on the verge of orgasm already.

I hope he knows what he’s doing because if he makes me come on camera it will be hard to hide.

“No? The boys at school don’t give your tits the attention they deserve?”

“No, I mean…” I’ve never had so much trouble focusing before. His tongue is driving me wild. I’m practically panting. “I just don’t have that much experience.”

I’m supposed to be giving him hints that I’m a virgin. Well, hints that Jenna’s a virgin. She never actually comes out and says it though. She’s been looking forward to this for too long and doesn’t want to risk scaring away the man she desires most.

James grins. “You sure fooled me. I think you know exactly what you’re doing, Jenna.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask playfully. “What am I doing now?”

I press my body tighter against his and roll us together on the bed so that we’re under the covers.

Then I strip off his pants and toss them on the floor.

He’s completely naked now except for the thin modesty sock covering his cock, and it really doesn’t hide much of anything.

He’s rock hard, his cock pressed stiffly against his stomach.

It’s hidden from view of the cameras because of the sheet over us, but I can see everything.

It has me sweating uncontrollably, nearly hyperventilating with excitement. My pussy is drenched.

“I don’t know,” he says, “but I sure hope it involves your mouth on my cock.” I can hear the anticipation in James’s voice as he speaks, but whether it’s real or just part of his act I can’t tell. I’d have to see his face to judge that.

Which isn’t an option right now because I’m staring at his cock. His big, fat, monster of a cock. James Grant’s cock is the stuff of legend. No wonder there are so many rumors about him in Hollywood.

“Oh, it does,” I tell him. I make a rustling motion under the sheet, pretending to grab onto his cock and start stroking it. “I’m going to suck your cock better than any woman you’ve ever been with.”

“That’s a tall order, Jenna. I’ve been with a lot of women.” He emphasizes the a lot like he’s some kind of sex god who’s fucked every woman to ever grace his presence.

I know he’s speaking as Mr. Parker, but I can’t help but think that the line applies to James himself as well.

It’s my understanding that he’s fucked almost every actress in Hollywood.

The A–listers anyway. Even the married ones.

The man really has a reputation for getting around.

And not a single one of those women has ever bad–mouthed him, so he must be pretty fucking good in bed.

“None of them were as sexy as you though,” he continues, reaching under the covers to pinch my nipple between his fingers. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. “So you definitely have a shot at being the best.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll never forget about me, Mr. Parker. I want you to remember this every time you jerk off to the thought of me spreading my legs in your classroom.”

“I like the sound of that.” He lets out a low groan as I scratch my fingernails over his inner thighs. It makes his cock jump so high that it nearly touches my lips. “Do you really swallow, Jenna?”

“Every drop.”

I shift on top of him and try to make it look like I’m taking his cock down my throat for the cameras.

It’s a little awkward, this whole pretending to have sex thing.

I’m not exactly sure what the protocol is.

How close am I supposed to get to his cock?

Do I move my head up and down? What do I do with my hands?

I mean, I knew this moment was coming. I knew we were going to be mostly naked together in bed and I was going to have to give him a fake blowjob.

I just didn’t think it through all the way.

It didn’t occur to me until now how weird it would be hovering right over James’s massive erection, simulating the motions of a blowjob.

Except it’s not actually weird at all. It feels perfectly right. The only thing that’s weird is that I’m not actually touching him.

And I really want to touch him. With my hands, my mouth…everything.

Suddenly it hits me. This is my opportunity to get back at James for the dildo prank. I can raise the stakes of our little game and satisfy my own cravings at the same time. All I have to do is stop faking it and suck his cock for real.

The idea excites me in more ways than one. It’s the perfect prank. And since we’re filming, he’ll have to go with it.

I don’t hesitate. I know that if I don’t do this now, common sense will kick in and I’ll talk myself out of it.

“It’s payback time,” I whisper, just loud enough for James to hear without the microphones all around us picking it up. At least I hope they don’t pick it up.

In one smooth motion, I slide off the thin cloth covering his cock. He grunts with surprise, but makes no attempt to stop me. And I’m not sure whether it’s a voluntary motion or not, but his cock jumps up to greet me like a wild animal let out of its cage.

I’ve awakened the beast. I hope I don’t regret this later.

Just looking at him has my mouth watering with anticipation. I can’t help but lick my lips. The head of his cock is red and swollen, ready to burst. There’s so much pre–cum smothered across it that it’s starting to drip down his shaft.

Grabbing him with both hands, I squeeze tight.

“Oh shit,” James groans.

His cock pushes back against my grip. I can feel the blood pulsing through it, making him even bigger.