AN: This was a big chapter with 4k words. It's in 2 parts. So, yeah, you'll get 2 chs today. Those who like smut and those who don't, both will be satisfied today lol. 🤣🫡👍So, don't forget those Powerstones. Thanks. Enjoy. Oh, you'll be seeing lots of shooting, modeling, Chloe, and new movies in the upcoming chs.
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At 6 PM, the set was busy as usual.Â
Angelina had already changed into costume for the dominatrix scene. The glossy black dress clung to her like it was painted on, stopping high enough to reveal the curve of her lower butt cheeks. Black thigh-high fishnets, knee-high boots, and the gleam of her gloves caught the light with every move. Her chest rose and fell, the push-up bra giving her a dangerous, almost sculpted shape.
Alex sat on the couch, stunned. She gave him a quick spin, making sure he caught a glimpse of her butt, and stopped in front of him with a sly smirk.
"How am I looking?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
He didn't answer right away. His gaze lingered, traveling from the shine of her boots up to her hot red lips. Finally, he set the script aside and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Like trouble," he said softly. "The kind a man walks into knowing he's not walking out the same."
Her smirk widened just enough to show she liked that answer. She took a step closer until she was standing between his knees. His face was right before her pussy area. He let his hands rest on the sides of her thighs, his thumbs brushing over the fishnet. He wanted to just lift her short dress, slide her panties aside, and just eat her out. But he controlled his urges.
"You know," she murmured, "that's not in the script."
"Neither is this," he replied, looking up into her eyes.
For a moment they just stayed there. She lowered one hand to his cheek, her gloved fingers cool against his skin, and leaned down until their foreheads almost touched.
"Do you want me to wear this tonight?" She whispered before she licked his lips, followed by a sly smirk. "And maybe ride your face?"
He smiled as he cupped her buttcheeks.Â
"You do know, Max will be there, right?" He said.
"And?" She raised an eyebrow.Â
"She might want to join in."
"And?" Angelina's voice was a sultry purr, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if she does?"
"Never thought you'd be interested in a threesome this fast," Alex chuckled, a low, surprised sound. He stood up, his hands still on her hips, bringing their bodies closer. "But I should warn you, Max is... intense. She might just take over the scene."
Angelina let out a soft laugh, her breath tickling Alex's lips. "Isn't that the point, though?" she whispered, her hips pressing against him. "To let go, to give in to the intensity?" She looked into his eyes, "Besides, I never told you, but I have a high sex drive. After our last oral session, I couldn't help but imagine riding you like there is no tomorrow. So, tonight, I'm gonna ride your rock-hard cock." She grabbed his crotch. "And Max will ride your face. Then we'll take turns and ride you all night."
"Well, you better be on pills because I like to give my girls creampies," He said as he squeezed her buttcheeks.
Angelina's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise in them. She licked her lips, a seductive smile playing on them. "Is that so?" she purred. "You like to make your girls feel full, huh?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "I wonder what it feels like to be filled like that." Her tongue flicked out, tasting his earlobe before she gently bit down, sending shivers down his spine.
Alex growled, his grip on her ass tightening. "You little vixen," he whispered back, his voice husky with desire. "Don't push anymore, or else I might just take you on that table."
She chuckled a bit. "Fair enough. Wouldn't want to ruin the shoot." She pulled back and grabbed her long black coat before putting it on.
Alex fixed his pants and controlled his hard-on with great difficulty. Then cleared his throat. "Alright, no more distractions. Revise your scene once more. I'll go check on the set."
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[House 2]
Alex stepped inside. The rooms had been perfectly prepared for the scene. Plush carpets, polished wooden side tables, a minibar stocked with fake liquor bottles, and soft gold lighting that gave everything a warm, expensive glow. Then the main room was behind the door where the main scene will take place. He took a quick peek inside before moving on.
He checked the light angles first, walking to each corner to make sure no shadows would kill the shot. The overheads were dimmed just enough to let the lamps and wall sconces carry the mood. Speakers were in place. The cameras were placed at strategic points: one wide for the full action, one tight for Jane's expressions, and one low to catch the target's face when the tension broke.
The three actors waited nearby. Two junior actors in crisp black suits stood tall, playing guards. The third, a stocky middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard, sat in the armchair reviewing his lines. He was Rasin, the mark for tonight's scene.
"Alright," Alex began, standing in the center of the room with his hands loosely clasped behind his back. His voice carried just enough authority to grab everyone's focus. "You two will keep your stances natural, like you've done this a thousand times. Don't be stiff. Guard one, you're on the door. Check the bag without rushing it. Guard two, once the bag is cleared, you open the inner door for Rasin. You're focused but not suspicious. Jane's character is supposed to look like she belongs here."
He turned to the guy playing Rasin. "You're relaxed when she walks in. She's here for a prearranged service, so you are comfy. Once she takes out the handcuffs, you go along with it. Play into it, even smirk a little. Then, when she moves behind you, you don't expect the neck snap until it happens. Keep your reaction quick, and it's a clean kill. Finally, as you all know... I hate retakes. So, you all better bring your A-Game."
They nodded, absorbing every detail. Alex gave a final glance over the set, then stepped toward the monitors as the crew moved into position.
By 7 PM, everything was ready. The set was quiet. Cameras rolled into standby. The lighting crew gave him a thumbs-up. And everyone was ready.
"Scene 5A. Take one. Action."
Jane's heels clicked down the hallway. The camera followed her from behind, her long black coat swaying just enough to hint at the danger underneath. Her long legs with knee-high boots were visible as she walked confidently. She stopped at the suite's front door and knocked twice.
The first guard opened it, his eyes scanning her quickly before focusing on the small black bag in her hand. He took it, unzipped it, and carefully shifted through the contents: lipstick, compact mirror, a slim bottle of perfume. His fingers brushed over the cold metal of the handcuffs. He glanced at Jane, but she only arched an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips. Satisfied, he zipped the bag and handed it back.
The second guard stepped forward, unlocking the inner door and pushing it open. Inside, Rasin sat on a leather armchair, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up and smiled as Jane entered, closing the door softly behind her.
"Right on time," Rasin said with a grin.
Jane didn't answer. She set her bag on the side table, unfastening her long coat before taking it off and throwing it down on the bed. She stood before him with her hands on her hips. The light made her glossy dominatrix dress shine. She then pulled her hair clip, letting her hair fall as she looked at the side camera with a seductive glare and a hint of a faint smile.Â
"On your knees," She ordered.
Rasin smirked and obeyed. She then put the handcuffs on.
Jane then pulled out a long, padded stick from her long coat's inner pocket. "You know what happens to bad boys?" She walked around as the camera focused on her legs and lower butt cheeks before moving up as she used the stick to trace his back before hitting him on his back. "They get punished."
"Ohh~" Rasin moaned with a grin. "Yeah, punish me."
She hit him two more times before touching his shoulder. She leaned in and whispered, "You've been selling big guns to wrong people."Â
Before he could respond, Jane snapped his neck. Then she picked up her coat and put it on.
"Cut."Â
That night, they wrapped up two more scenes. The one where Jane returns to her house and hides behind the closet while having a conversation with John, who also returned after killing his target. Then the final scene was the little house party next door.
"Alright, everyone. Pack up. Next shoot in three days," Alex announced.Â
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