We took lunch, which Sebastian and I ate together in his trailer.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good. You?”
“Great, Final Girl.” He winked.
I stared for a moment as he walked away, my gaze drifting to his backside. Suddenly, I liked being called Final Girl.
We returned to set, and Kate offered us a tray of flesh-colored tapes, bandages, and pouches.
“Let’s get new modesty barriers.”
I scrunched up my nose.
“What?” Sebastian asked, grabbing his. He had no qualms about opening his robe and putting his pouch in place in front of me. I picked mine out more gingerly.
“They aren’t exactly comfortable,” I murmured. They were glorified bandages. Pulling them off my skin was painful.
“We have other options!” Kate perked up. She loved her job entirely too much. “We can put you in nude underwear.”
I shook my head. Those were hot and itchy. That would be worse. I went to the bathroom and set my patch. I ogled myself in the mirror, slapping on the nipple pasties and turning to get a good look at just how much the patch for my lower regions covered. It was just a simple piece of tape that matched my skin tone. Only if you looked hard, would you see the lines of where it sat. I returned to set, and we started the scene.
The crew in the room was quiet as we got into place. I sat on the edge of the bed, fully nude. Sebastian, also naked, kneeled in front of me.
Dante came over and told us he wanted to see the scene from behind, to check if it would look real from that angle. Once we gave a thumbs-up, he returned to his monitor and yelled for action.
Sebastian began by placing kisses along my thighs. Arching my back, I allowed my breasts to be on full display. When we started filming for real, I wouldn’t have pasties over my nipples. I closed my eyes, and as Sebastian’s fingers roamed the inside of my thighs, I forgot what we were doing and why we were here. My breathing became labored as I lost myself in his touch. His fingers knew just how to…
“You’re so beautiful, Final Girl,” Sebastian murmured, his tongue trailing up my thigh.
That wasn’t in the script.
Dante didn’t correct it.
“Stay with me, Final Girl,” he whispered as he continued to do all the things Kate had taught us. He pinched my nipples, and a real moan escaped my lips. He shifted closer to my sex, and when he dipped his head, my modesty barrier shifted.
We both froze. I looked down, he looked up, and for a moment, we stared at each other. He cleared his throat and tried to fix the patch, but it fell to the floor between us. My arousal had caused the adhesive to wear off. Heat flooded my face as I looked into Sebastian’s eyes. He knew exactly what had happened too.
“Everything okay?” Dante asked.
I glanced back. It was clear from how they stretched their necks over their cameras that they didn’t know the patch had fallen off or how close Sebastian was to me.
“We’re fine,” Sebastian called, his gaze returning to mine. He was asking me silently what to do. His words from earlier returned to me.
Most of the stuff you see is simulated, but it doesn’t have to be if we don’t want it to...
I closed my eyes. The heat of his breath on my sex had me needy for his mouth. This was a dangerous path we were taking, but in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care. His confident words and expert fingers convinced me that for just a bit, I could abandon my quest and perform for the cameras. Leaning back, I angled my hips toward him. Slowly, he moved his fingers closer, parting my lips. My body shuddered as he spread my pussy and leaned in, running his tongue along my wetness. A groan escaped my lips, and my hands went to his hair, pulling him tighter. He licked me and sucked my clit. A finger slid inside, moving in and out slowly. I gasped.
We’d abandoned acting altogether, then. I kept wanting to shoot a glance back at the people watching us, but I was too scared. My heart raced madly as I tugged on his hair, pulling him deeper into me.
Although I’d never admit it, I’d watched his career from afar. I’d seen his movies and yearned to be the actress inStep-Devil.I’d recalled that one night we’d had many times before…everything. And now, this was that times ten.
I bucked my hips and pleaded for release. Knowing that I had an audience should have made me ashamed, but it didn’t. I was reveling in the knowledge that they could all see what Sebastian was doing.
“Sebastian—” I begged.
He chuckled but didn’t stop, and suddenly I was shoved over the edge of pleasure, coming in front of everyone in the room. Heat flooded my veins, and my thighs shook as Sebastian continued his beautiful, secret assault on my body. He continued until I came down, and then he pulled back, feigned shock, and picked up the modesty patch, waving it at the crew behind us.
