Chapter 12

Ethan

"Promise me that you're going to behave today." Deza gave me a side glare as we walked toward the set.

"Nope. That would take the joy out of my life. I thought you cared about me, D. Why would you ask something like that of me?" I winked at her before stopping by the snack table and picking up a Twinkie. I'd almost gotten Riley off my mind, but the thought of seeing her left butterflies dancing in the center of my stomach. It was weird, and yet I knew what it was. Lust.

I wanted to put the pretty girl to the mattress beneath me and see what she was made of. Nothing else.

"Let's go. Dani is early." Deza popped my butt as I shoved half the Twinkie in my mouth and glanced over my shoulder.

"Fine. Why do we have to start with the wicked witch of-"

"Hi, Ethan." Dani moved up beside me and gave me a scathing look. The woman was hot as sin and would probably sell more tickets than having me naked for a good ten-second clip in the film would, but no. Just no.

"Hi, Dani. How are you, pretty lady?" I smirked, knowing that she heard me calling her out. She was known for being a man-eater, a meat-grinder. It was almost comical how bad her reputation had gotten. I wanted to find her high school yearbook to see if there was a line beside her picture that said, 'most likely to be alone forever'.

"Good. I'm not here to put up with your shit like all these other girls do." She walked up on stage and dropped her robe. She was in a little black g-string and nothing else.

"We're going full scene today?" I turned and found Frank. "Hey... what's up with not telling me that we're going fully engaged on this thing? It's a fucking audition."

"Stop being scared and get up here," Dani called to me.

The smirk on her pretty face was more appealing than her fake tits and perfectly ribbed stomach.

"I am scared. You have an eight-pack like a man." I turned back to Frank. "I'm not getting naked with her. She eats dicks for real."

He laughed loudly. "I swear you're a twelve-year-old boy in your head."

"Yes, and this is like you guys asking me to crawl in bed with a monster. Naked. Not happening." I moved closer. "Tell her to cover the melons or I'm out of here."

"Ethan. Seriously?" Deza moved up beside me. "This shit is getting old."

"So are you, but it's called wrinkle cream," I snapped at her. "Fine, but I'm not taking my undies off."

"Come on, Mr. Lewis." Dani moved to the edge of the stage, completely unfazed by her own nakedness. "I have other things to do today."

"You mean other men's lives to destroy. Awesome. Let's not keep you from that." I jogged up onto the stage and tugged my robe off my shoulders as she turned and ran her eyes across me.

"Don't wear a cup. I like feeling my co-actors get turned on. Makes it more real for me." She smiled and walked to the bed as she licked at her teeth.

I turned to Deza and Frank and flipped them off before following her. I didn't need the cup or anything else. My dick had shrunk to a normal size just thinking about having the beast on top of me.

"All right. Let's do this once and hopefully that will be enough." Frank clapped his hands. "Places."

I crawled up on the bed and laid back as she moved to sit on top of me and smiled. "Relax. It's going to be okay, little boy."

"Little boy?" I laughed. "Sounds good, old lady."

"And... action," Frank called from the side of the stage, and I reached up, gripping Dani and flipping her hard.

The scene went off without a hitch, and we managed to play our parts well, me more than her. She pulled her robe on as she glanced over at me when it was all over.

"I'm impressed."

"Why is that?" I tugged my robe over my shoulders and kept my voice monotone. I couldn't stand the woman, neither could most people with any sense of goodness in them.

"You didn't get an erection." She smiled. "Need meds to get it up?"

"Nope. I need a hot chick with more flesh and blood than plastic." I shrugged and hopped off the edge of the stage as Deza moved up to stand in front of me.

"That was... wow. I loved it." She gripped my shoulders and studied me. "No? You didn't think it went well?"

"My job is exhausting most days of the week. Today I want to crawl back in bed for the month. I don't like Dani as a person. I wouldn't offer her a hand if she were falling off a cliff and the bowels of hell were ready to catch her below." I smiled. "Get my drift here."

She rolled her eyes. "So dramatic."

"I'm an actor. You guys usually have to pay for this level of entertainment." I glanced over to see Riley walk in with a pretty blond beside her. "Is Riley next or Trish?"

"Trish." Deza released me and glanced over her shoulder. "Oh good. Riley is early. Did you ever text her?"

"No. I'm not looking needy, and she and I have nothing to talk about." I shrugged and smiled as she smiled at me. "She's fucking hot though."

"And you're not sleeping with her. She's most likely going to be your co-worker soon."

"Good. Let's have her try out next. I want to get my hands on her." I growled softly as Deza turned back and popped me in the stomach.

"Stop it. I'm serious. We're not getting a harassment charge because you think you're cute enough to get away with dry humping one of our staff."

"She's not your staff, but I'm almost positive she wants to be dry humped." I moved past Deza and walked toward Riley, casually tugging on the belt to my robe. It opened as I stopped in front of her and smiled.

She lifted her eyebrow and shook her head. "Ethan. This is my friend..." She glanced at the girl. "Jade."

"Hi, Jade." I turned and extended my hand, recognizing the girl as a class-A stalker type. She had tears rimming her eyes as she shook my hand and tried to mouth something to me, but got nothing out.

"Jade." Riley tugged on her friend’s hand to get her to release me. She glanced back over at me and let out a sigh. "She's been a fan of yours since the Mickey Mouse Club."

I chuckled, feeling much more peaceful in front of the pretty girl who was stealing my thoughts far too often.

"Those were the days." I let my eyes run across her impossibly stunning features. "Anyone ever told you that you look like one of the classic beauties? An Aubrey Hepburn or-"

"Marilyn Monroe." She smirked. "Yeah, just before they asked for my number."

"Oh... had lots of those guys, hm?"

"Dime a dozen." She kept her pretty blue eyes on my face, which was a little disappointing. My cock was rock hard and sitting thick and long down the side of my thigh in my briefs. As sick as it was, I wanted her to catch a glimpse of it and ogle at me a little. Any other woman and I would have kept cover, but not in front of this one.

"Ethan. Trish is here. Let's go." Deza walked up and patted my back. "Now."

I rolled my eyes and turned. "All right. Two more women and then I'm going to bed for the day. This acting stuff is hard work."

This acting stuff is hard work?

I rolled my eyes at myself and walked back toward the stage. Why did Riley turn me into a babbling idiot? It was annoying and made me want to kick a baby.

Trish turned and smiled as I walked up onto the stage.

"Ethan. How are you, love?" She moved toward me and gave me a casual hug and quick peck on the cheek. She was a beautiful girl with a good heart. Sexy? Not so much, but stunning nevertheless. She'd do really well in a Hallmark film with me, but the Bond films required something a little more edgy.

Something like... Riley.

"I'm good. Let's do this and then you can get back to living your real life." I gave her a warm smile and moved to the bed, tugging off my robe and laying down.

"All right. Places." Frank tapped the stage, causing me to look over at him from the bed. Riley and her friend had moved up to watch, and for the first time in nearly forever, I was nervous. Would she be impressed by my acting or think I was a phony?

"And action."

I glanced up at Trish and gripped her shoulders, rolling her hard and fast before pressing my hips forward and lifting up above her. I smiled as my tongue darted out to lick at my lips.

"You wanna play, do you?" I rocked against her, grateful that the pretty brunette had on a bra and panties. My erection was gone, and would stay that way unless I imagined Trish to be the sexy minx to my left.

"I do." She smiled like a good friend might, breaking my concentration a little.

"And how would you like it, Stacy? Hard? Slow? Deep?" I rocked against her again as I moved down and pressed my chest against hers. The script had her running her hands over my back and slipping her fingers into my underwear, but Trish just laid there like a board. Her words were even monotone.

"Cut!" Thank God Frank noticed too.

"You okay?" I asked as I rolled off of her, giving her my full attention.

She sat up and let out a shaky sigh. "Yeah, I think so. I was just overwhelmed there for a minute. I haven’t done too many sex scenes."

"There's no real sex, just the illusion of it." I smiled and turned to find Riley staring at me. I locked gazes with her, wanting to mouth that she was next, but decided against it. I could tease the hell out of her once she got the part, but she needed to be on her A game to win them over. She was the rookie and had lots to prove. I wasn't dicking that up. It was for selfish reasons, but nevertheless... I would behave.

"What's going on?" Frank walked up onto the stage and stopped by the bed, his question directed to Trish.

"Nothing. Sorry. It's been a long week. Let's do it again." She smiled and glanced over at me. "That okay?"

"Of course." I turned my attention back on her. "We’ll do it until you're comfortable."

She smiled and moved back to rest on her heels. I crawled back up on the bed and relaxed as she crawled on top of me and glanced down at Frank, who'd walked back to his seat.

"The real scene is with our clothes on, right?"

"No. It's with you fully naked and Ethan soon to join you. Is that a problem?" His voice was tight with agitation.

She glanced down at me, her eyes running over my chest and stomach. "I just got married. I can't do this."

"No problem." I laid there as she got off and walked off the stage to talk with Frank. It didn't look like Riley was going to have much competition after all.

I rolled over onto my side and caught her attention. "You ready? Scared?"

She shook her head. "I have to go change, but it's you who should be scared. You got your cup on?"

No she didn't.

My body hardened just because she most certainly did.

"Don't wear your bra... be a rebel," I called after her and dropped back down on the bed as my blood began to boil. The movie had two real sex scenes, which I would make sure we rehearsed over and over and over again.

A wicked smile lifted my lips and I yelped as Deza popped me in the chest, appearing beside me like a ghost.

"Behave. I see that look on your face. What's gotten into you?"

"Riley." I shrugged. "Leave me be. I'm more excited than I have been in ten years. Just go enjoy the show."

"I'm serious." She popped me again, and I was done with her being a twit. I reached up and grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed and dry humping her side in a silly manner as she swatted at me.

We laughed as the whole crew stopped and turned to look at us.

"She's my wife. You guys didn't know that?" I smirked and rolled back as she pushed at me before jerking up and growling, "Fucking great, Ethan. Fucking great."