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Chapter 6: Denise

It was becoming clear that my new job was going to be a nightmare. I didn’t see oiling up men as part of the production crews job, but I took the assignment as some sort of hazing ritual. Surely this would not be something I would have to do again, right?

Moving to his front, I added more oil to my hand and smoothed it over his hard ridges. There were small hairs that tickled my fingertips and palms, but I tried not to react to them. I could feel his eyes on me and I looked up once to see his dark eyes close to black staring down at me. I knew that my breathing had changed, coming in short, shallow gasps, but he seemed unaffected. I forgot that there were other people around, my hands rubbing and exploring more than was needed to rub his body down with oil. It gleamed and was slick under my hands.

I rubbed some more on his upper arms, going to my tiptoes to reach the shoulders. I moved closer, my body drawn to him like magnets. I went back to his chest, unable to take my hands off of him. “Denise.”

“Yeah?”

“I think that is good.”

I glanced up and then pulled away my hands. My face was red with embarrassment when I realized that I had been rubbing far longer than I was supposed to. I reached for a towel for my hands and I couldn’t help but notice the state of him. He was hard and his cock pushed towards me through the spandex-like shorts. It made it so that everything was seen and it didn’t help my breathing at all. “Well if that is good, then I will leave you to get ready.”

“I can’t go like this out there Denise. Can you help me?”

“Help you with what?”

He motioned down to his hard cock and I can’t believe that he would even think that it was okay to say or do something like that. Antony moved closer to me and my heart slammed in my chest. I started to back away towards the door and he stopped it from opening with a hand on it. “Come on Denise. You can’t rub me like that and then leave me hanging.”

“I can, now move. Do you want me to go get that Candy intern?”

Antony chuckled and shook his head. “That is not what I have a taste for.”

“Get dressed. I will be out here waiting for you.”

I waited for him to move, sure that he would, but in a way I think he was debating it. He looked at me as if he wanted to do more, but something made him change his mind and I scurried out of there as fast as I could. Leaning against the wall by the door, I took in several breaths before I had righted myself enough to go out to the main room where the taping was going to be. This job was going to be a lot harder than I anticipated.

It was going to be one of those days and when I finally managed to get it together enough to go back out with the rest of the crew, I was feeling a bit uneasy. Mike had showed up, for moral support or something of the ilk and I was left to gawk as discretely as possible. I don’t know what it was about fighters, but they were some of the best eye candy that I could think of. His hard, rippling body was on display as he had his shirt off. I had a moment where I wanted nothing more than to oil him up as I just had Antony.

“Denise.”

I turned to look at Wesley and the hunger in his eyes was becoming the norm. I moved towards him as he waited impatiently for me. I wondered if he could tell I had just been in there rubbing on Antony far more than I was supposed to. My face felt hot and I didn’t have to look down to know that my nipples were hard and the shirt I was wearing was thin enough that hiding that fact didn’t seem plausible.

“Yes Sir?”

“Did you do as you were told?”

I nodded, though I hated the way he said it. Working with Wesley had been a dream at one point. He was skilled and known for his work. If I really wanted to learn the business, he was the one to do it with, but he was such a jerk. Between his green eyes leveled on my chest instead of my face and the condescension in every word he uttered, Wesley Cross was a hard man to tolerate, let alone like.

“Yes Sir. He is oiled up and ready.”

He waited for a moment. Maybe for me to say more, but I just ignored the man’s lecherous eyes and studied the floor. It was not what he wanted and instead of letting me help with the shoot, I was sent to do paperwork. I had done something to piss him off and the way he was eying Antony as he came out of the small room made me wonder if it was because of him. I eyed him as well for a minute. He had taken care of his problem and I wondered how he did it. I wasn’t meant to know though.

***

By the end of the day, my back was hurting and my eyes were starting to go cross from all of the mindless work that he had made sure I did. I wasn’t sure why he was being such a jerk, but I had slighted him in some way, whether I realized it or not. He was not a happy camper and my neck and shoulders were aching because of it.

I looked up at the clock and sighed to myself. It was only five and though it was time to go, it felt like it should have been later. Standing up and stretching slightly, I heard someone coming up behind me and I thought it was Wesley that was touching my back ever so gently. I jerked away and glared back.

“Sorry, you just seemed to need your neck rubbed.”

Mike was close and I stopped backpedaling. A massage felt really good and the only regret was that he had found a shirt to cover up in. His hands were already back on me and I sighed as his fingers moved up my neck. His hands felt amazing and it was hard to keep my wits about me. What the hell kind of place was this to work?

I moved away finally. It was hard to do so, his hands feeling amazing on my sore muscles. His fingers were magical, but I had to remember where I was. The day had been a constant bombardment on my senses and it was none of the ones that I thought would be affected. I mean sure, I had hoped for eye candy but I had not anticipated any touching. “Thanks Mike, but I think I am good.”

“So what are you doing? Going home?”

“Yea I got to get home. Thanks again for that. See you tomorrow for your match.”

I got out of there as quickly as possible. I didn’t care that it looked like I was running away, in reality I was. Mike and his brother were dangerous and it was only my first day. I told myself on the ride home that I was going to make sure that I stayed away from the two brothers that seemed to find it funny to wreak such havoc on me.

Chapter 7: Antony

“I am telling you, I don’t need to lighten up bro. She pretty much ran out of that room. What did you do?”

My brother smiled at me. He had either done more than I had, or he was just messing with me. Our silent bet had become one of a bluffing match, but if he kept going on too strong, he was going to ruin it for both of us. It was funny how quickly I could be sidetracked from all other women. I wanted Denise and it was to the point that it seemed like nothing else was going to do. I could tell Mike was starting to get enamored with her as well.

“I didn’t do anything. I started to give her a massage.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to know how far he got and for some strange reason I hated the idea of him touching her at all. It was not a normal feeling to have. We had shared more women than I could count and it had never bothered me in the least. I wasn’t sure why it was different with Denise. Is this how he had felt about Amy?

“Just back off a little Mike. Between you and Wesley, she is going to quit and neither one of us will get the chance.”

“Fine, but a little advice? I think you are being too nice. If you would have seen the look in her eyes, she wants to be touched. They run away, but they always come back.”

His reasoning was skewed like most of his theories and it made me more confident that I would be the one that coerced her. Denise was delicate. I could see it in the indignant way she had looked at me as I suggested that she pleasure me with her mouth. There was no way that she could make that look up.

I ignored his banter on the way to the car. Having one thing on my mind, I called the number that I had gotten out of Wesley’s office. I waited for a moment for her to answer.

“Hello?”

“Denise, we are going to dinner.”

“We?”

“Yeah I have reservations at Mont Blanc. See you at seven.”

I hung up and didn’t answer when she called me right back. I wanted her to feel obligated to come, but if she told me no on the phone, she wouldn’t come to the restaurant. I didn’t have any reservations, but after a quick call to my manager, he had secured me seating for the time I needed. Ronnie always came through when it was needed.

Going home, I jumped in the shower and thought of the woman’s hands on me earlier in the day. She had such reluctance in the beginning, but once she had gotten her hands on me, everything had changed. I started to wonder if Mike was right and she was in need of a firmer hand. I had no problem with that, hoping it would get me further than asking had.

I got to the restaurant on time and my heart started to race when I saw her standing there. Just the fact that she was there was a triumph to me. Denise’s long blonde hair was falling in soft waves around her shoulders and her bright blue eyes were shaded as she looked at me. I knew that she wanted to ask me why she was there, wanted to talk, but I didn’t want to, so I tried to distract her with a kiss.

She was surprised and didn’t at first kiss me back, but soon her lips were moving with mine and I could feel her body start to mold against me. I pulled away before it got too heated. Maybe Mike was right. “You ready?”

It was an innocent question, but I could tell she wondered what I was actually talking about. “For dinner.”

Shaking her head, I smiled back at her and walked with the hostess to the seat that Ronnie had reserved for me. It was perfect, dark and in the far corner where less eyes could see what we were doing. I had many ideas of how to get her out of her shell, but Mike’s tactics seemed to be working far better.

The booth was comfy, seated low and our knees almost came up to the top of the table. Nothing was made for my size, but her small frame just slid right in. I moved closer and she didn’t move away. I took that as another sign that she was not opposed to what I was doing. I could still feel her lips on mind and the way her softness had felt crushed against my chest.

I ordered some wine and the server left. “Thanks, I never can tell what wine is good. They all just look like funny names to me.”

She was nervous and she was trying to break the ice with small talk. I didn’t answer her, not wanting to make her comfortable. I liked the fact that she was slightly shaking next to me. The wine was brought and we ordered. As the waiter left, I looked back at her and she was looking at me through a veil of lust. My hand went to her knee and she jumped slightly. Leaning in, I asked why she was being so jumpy. Making sure that the hot breath caressed her earlobes, I heard her sigh slightly. It was just a breathless sound, but the noise sounded so good to my ears.

“I think you know why Antony. When you are this close to me, how could I not be?”

“Do you want me to give you space?”

I waited for her answer, not wanting her to say yes. Denise didn’t answer though. Instead she bit her bottom lip and shook her head that she didn’t want me to. It was all the surge of hope I needed and I grinned back at her, my hand moving to her knee. I wanted to see how far she would let me go.

Denise hissed and shot a glance at me. There was surprise in her eyes, the blue darkening as if storm clouds had rolled in. I jerked her thigh towards me, opening her legs further as she muffled a light cry that drove me wild. Why was she affecting me so much? I was already rock hard in my pants and as my hand got closer to her wet heat all I wanted to find there was no panties on.

When my hand hit cotton material, I was upset for only a moment. It would seem that I didn’t need to touch bare flesh to get a feel of how hot and wet she was for me. Her wetness had seeped out of her panties and I could feel it on my fingertips. She closed her eyes and tried to shut her legs. Moving to open them back up, she whimpered as I shushed her.

I wanted to feel more and pulling them to the side, I was finally able to make the contact that I was dying to. She made another sound and looked at me with those haunting blue eyes. Her hand moved to stop me beneath the booth’s table that was covering up the going-on in her lap. As I pressed a finger inside of her tightness, I was almost surprised that she wasn’t barred.

Gasping, her efforts to push me away became more frantic. “Just come for me and I will stop.”

She looked at me incredulously. “We are in a restaurant!”

“Then you better make sure that you aren’t too loud.”

Whimpering, her tightness closed in around me and it was me that couldn’t stop the groan. Just imagining what she was going to feel like surrounding every inch of my steel need was enough to set me off. I scooched closer and added another finger to her wetness. Biting her lip, Denise’s nails dug into my forearm as I felt her insides getting more slippery. Pressing my thumb against her need, I could feel the flash of essence sliding down the fingers that penetrated deep.

“God, stop Antony. I can’t.”

She could though and as my hand moved faster, I could see the waiter coming back with our plates. I had seconds to push her further, before I pulled my digits out suddenly as he was upon us. “Sorry for the wait, but it is worth it.”

I nodded and looked over at Denise. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were red from where she had bitten them to stop the sound. Thanking the server, I told him that there was nothing else that we needed. “I can’t believe you just did that in front of all of these people.”

She didn’t say anything about that I had done it in the first place, just that I had done it in such a public place. I looked around us and no one seemed to be paying any attention to us. “You were quiet enough, no one even knows.”

Pulling my hand back, I licked the flavor off of my fingers and watched her shiver with dilated eyes. “Wait until dessert.”