Free It's My Life (Filming Rhiannon. Book 1) by TL Messruther

mocha, and a latte, he takes my elbow and directs me to the relaxing room as he calls it. I have never been in this room.
    I take a seat on the sofa, while he takes the seat next to me. He casually throws his arm over the back of the sofa as his other hand grabs the television remote and he flicks through the channels.
    “Anything you like to watch?” he asks.
    “No, not really. I don’t watch much TV, just the odd show while I was out of a job. I would much rather be sat with a book.” I confess.
    “You don’t watch TV but you're going to be on the TV – I guess that makes sense.” he mocks me with humor in his voice.
    “Just because I will be on it, doesn’t mean I have to watch it.” I say as I dig my elbow in his side. He laughs at me, shakes his head and goes back to channel flicking, while trying to hide a little chuckle.
    *****
    After an hour of watching TV, some sort of documentary he had me watch, we are called by Sammie in reception.
    “It’s time to get up on set guys.” she says as she sticks her head in the relaxing room.
    “Okay Sammie. We will go straight up.” Jase answers. He turns around, smiles at me and helps me stand.
    “Time to do this again?” he asks with an excited smile. I nod my head as he walks behind me.
    Once we reach the studio, we both walk in, and are greeted by the team.
    I take my robe off, and put it on a chair that is sat behind set.
    “Okay, Jase.” Scarlett says looking at Jase halting in her tracks, “Why are you not in costume?” she asks emigrating rage. “We are due to film in the next two minutes, and you're not ready.” she says as she marches over to him.
    “Oh, I lost track of time. I’m sorry I was distracted.” he says glancing in my direction.
    “Go get changed now, you're putting us behind schedule. If we run over, you will pay the price. You know how we work here Jase, go, get a move on, you will pay if we run over.” she threatens.
    Oh how I wouldn’t like to get on her bad side – ever. She is quiet scary when she’s mad. She looks so small, and kind, till you get her mad. This is a typical case of 'don’t judge a book by its cover' because she has just shocked me.
    With that he leaves the room, and we are all sat waiting for his return. Scarlett is blowing steam, and walking tracks in the carpet. She is muttering disapproving words about Jase as we wait for him.
    It takes him over forty-five minutes to return. In this time, I have managed to have another mocha delivered, and drank, the crew have been getting pretty worked up, and Crystal and Blake sat in the corner whispering.
    He finally returns and at this time Scarlett is furious, blowing steam furious.
    Jase just walks in like we haven’t been waiting almost an hour for him.
    “About time,” Scarlett says still radiating rage.
    “Camera crew, you ready?” she asks them, not bothering to wait for any words form Jase.
    With nods of approval coming from around the room she calls Blake and Jase on to the set. She sits them down and calls me and Crystal over.
    “Okay girls, you know what to do.” she says as we take our places at the pole. Lucky for me we don’t have to dance on the pole tonight, it’s just so they can get the shot of us walking from the pole straight to our lap dance.
    “Action,” Scarlett shouts, notifying the crew to get the cameras rolling.
    I gracefully step down from the podium, and walk towards Jase, who is now sat in his crisp suit. Looking as handsome as he did yesterday.
    I stand over his legs, and grind my ass against his knees. He looks at me and smiles, his smile makes me smile, and I relax a little, still slightly nervous.
    As I grind my ass on his knees, he goes to touch me, but I slap his hand away, which causes him to laugh at me. I stand off him, and walk around him, rubbing my hands over his chest and back. His eyes follow me as I circle him.
    I am once more stood in front of him, and I put my hand bravely on his thigh, and slowly go higher