Free On Set by Billy London Page A

mischief in it to appeal to all the movie going ladies ready to see more of Sean McNeil’s admirable assets.  
    All she could think about was Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie in Don’t Look Now , as she removed her panties with shaking fingers. People even now still talked about not the film itself, but whether the two actors really had sex on screen or not. Sean McNeil was fantastically gorgeous, all rippling muscle, startling grey eyes, and that insane Scottish lilt that he could whip out in any film. She hadn’t really thought too hard about what she’d put on her blog, but honestly, she had been annoyed with his last film. He just got nude for the sake of it, and whilst other critics praised his performance as breathtakingly brave (because they caught a glimpse of a rather impressive looking cock), Melanie was disappointed. He was an actor in the same mould as Daniel Day Lewis. He didn’t need to show anything but his talent. She’d never admit it, but that scene had been the subject of many a late night with her and her battery operated boyfriend. And now she was going to do it for real. Get a grip , she told herself. It’s not real. They fake it. Hollywood has not turned into a pornography machine yet.
    The director called her over to the clearing, surrounded by forestry. A fire roared in the centre. Other extras dressed similarly to her, were in various states of undress. “Sean’s coming from the edge of the forest with the trunk and he’ll place it in the middle of the fire. Everyone’s going to cheer. It’s a celebration. Then Orgy Fairy One, he’ll grab you and you’ll just go at it.” The director frowned at her and called to the makeup artist. “Can you make her more sparkly?”
    Where the hell was that brush going, she thought as the makeup artist paid far too much attention to the cleavage bared by the ribbon laced dress. Sean helpfully came to stand in front of her. He tapped his fingers in succession over her collarbone, letting them drift to the tops of her breasts. “I was thinking of doing that then if I can tug the dress at the back, so it goes to your waist. Are you alright to show your breasts?”
    No! “I like them,” she answered.
    “So will everyone else,” he sucked in his breath through his teeth as he hooked a finger into the neckline and tugged. “Ready?”
    “Sure.” It flittered through her mind, as Sean went to take his place, that there were around about a billion women, if not more who would gladly swap places with her right now. She barely heard the director call action, music that heralded a tribal call, her vision, her body, was all focused on him. Bare chested, Sean came storming onto set like royalty and threw the huge log onto the fire. The cheer startled her, but not as much as Sean taking her into his arms and pressing her into the hardness of his chest. His mouth went to her neck, teeth nipping insistently. Her eyes drifted closed, a sigh evaporating from her throat. Okay, that was enough .
    She made to pull back but the director made a circling motion with his hand, “Keep going!”
    None of this can be good for me , she thought as Sean tugged at the ties of her dress, exposing just how easy this scene was for her to ‘act’.
     
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    Sean had no idea when this stopped being about teaching Melanie Beckford a lesson and started being an absolute howling need to taste her all over. Possibly, he thought, when he tugged her dress to her waist, exposing those beautiful breasts of hers, nipples so dark his mouth watered to taste them. Partly hiding his mouth with a hand, he took one into his mouth and nibbled, feeling the bud harden on his tongue. Half surprised, Melanie stretched an arm above her head, releasing her forearms from the sleeves of her dress, to pull him closer to her chest.
    With a grunt, he curled an arm about her waist and pulled her to the ground, wood chips grinding into his skin. The skirts of her dress flew up around her