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You and the maintainer both wait breath held collectively until the last crew member leaves the set, shutting off the last floodlights, leaving the camper vans on set to resume filming for the next day. You stare at her through the dim light of the camper van. The moonlight illuminates her large eyes, you notice how tired and exhausted her face looks in the light, tear tracks trace lines down the side of her face, sliver trails that glisten faintly in the pale light of the moon. The suddenness of your quest in its entirety unloaded onto her in the past 15 minutes, old wounds that once thought were healed, now lay open, vulnerability layed bare like a hare frozen in its spot, startled by the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. You stroke her neck, crooning softly as she breaks down in sobs clutching at you like a desperate mother clutching their child after losing a court battle. Her nails digging painfully in your shoulder causing you to wince in pain, though you do not shout out, instead croon more until her sobbing subsides as she slumps in your embrace. The protectiveness of your embrace. The calm comforting exterior of yourself, masking the inner turmoil going on underneath. Who is the nurse? Is she the deceptive person? Or is it Jim tang Vu's fault? Or could it even be the maintainer? Only the maintainer knew where the restaurant was, or was that black limousine merely just a coincidence? These questions float around in your head, which seems to be buzzing from everything as you slip into the maintainer's embrace, as you sit there interlocked. In the dark, alone. Her breath deepens as you too slip into a light uneasy sleep. What will lie ahead? That sole question remains, standing out clear like a beacon of light cast over the dark solitary ocean.
Gemma steps into the black limousine that pulls up outside her trailer, thank god I'm finally out of that outfit she thinks to herself as she slips on a dress that covers half her thighs. Inside is Jim tang vu, one of the industry's youngest film directors, but unbeknownst to Rachael, Jim is Mr Ferguson's understudy. Perhaps one of his brightest and most promising students. Gemma slides her butt into the spacious limo. There is no one else there but Jim and the driver, not that the driver can see anything, the heavily tinted partition between the two allows no visibility giving the driver no idea what is going on in the back, much like pedestrians trying to peer through the windows from the sidewalk. Allowing only mere assumptions. "I'm glad we finally got rid of that fucker Tony (Policeman#2), that pompous prick gives me the shits, plus he can't act for shit, I'm never going to hire any more nephews' bloody nepotism. Thinks he can walk all over me? Cocky little prick had it coming. Good job with that by the way, your acting skills were as per usual first rate." Jim tang Vu extracts a cigarette, lights it and puts the packet back into his pocket all in one smooth fluid movement. Not before offering a cigarette to Gemma using his eyes and extended arm before putting it back into his pocket without even pausing in speech. "Thanks... I guess, I was after all just doing' my job wasn't I?" Gemma replies smiling smugly. "Indeed you did, and may I just congratulate you again on how much of a good job you did." Jim replies, his face only a few inches away from her ear. Gemma can not only smell but feel his acrid hot breath on her neck, the faint smell of menthol still present from his cigarette as she feels his stubble graze softly against her exposed neck as he nibbles on her chin. His musky perfume intoxicates the air in the cramped interior of the car thickening the air around them as she inhales shallowly to avoid any oncoming asthma attacks. She pushes away from him til she is at arm's length before giving him a look of pure contempt. "What are we going to do about Rachael?" she asks, her tone cold and deadly serious. "Ah Rachael, after doing extensive research as her nurse' I feel that she is of no threat to me whatsoever. She remembers nothing, and even if she did, what does it have to do with me? Nothing. Therefore I feel that there is no point in me wasting my valuable resources trying to track her down with all my manpower available. I called off the search this morning, she is perfectly harmless." Jim replies in a relaxed sense, sitting against the side of the car with his arms behind his head. "Don't be so fucking naive Jim, she could be the end of your career just like that dumb fuck Fr Ferguson, you could spend the rest of your life in big trouble if she ever gets air of what is going on, and if she has talked to Mr Ferguson no doubt he would want your head on the platter after you screwed him over for all that money. Or did you forget about that?" Gemma's voice is cold yet her eyes are ablaze in anger as she crawls towards him on all fours. But a chill is fast creeping up the back of her spine. Luckily I have her covered she thinks to herself, perhaps it is time to take matters...in my own hands she thinks to herself smiling inwardly. Jim looks at her face, clearly bemused by the whole debacle unfolding before his eyes before replying "Don't worry about me, I have everything covered. God you look so cute when you're angry." Gemma bites back an angry retort at Jim, realising that it would make no difference what she says at the moment. He only has one thing in his mind. It was time to do her job. Jims face looms over Gemma's his large cow like eyes like limpid pools of molten magma, they exert a strange kind of energy over Gemma that even now arouses her making her go weak at the knees. Jim nuzzles at her cheek, until their lips meet, interlocking. In the background of the car Tom Jones plays softly, barely audible amongst the deep breathing and softly expelled moans. His tongue begins to probe inwardly, softly at first slipping in and out, but with more fervour as his arousal increases. His stubble scraping along your chin with more force now, like somebody had placed a doormat on her face and is now wiping their feet on that doormat gemma thinks to herself. I hope that doesn't come up with a rash tomorrow she thinks to herself as she angles her head taking control of his out of control tongue which seems to by now have a mind of its own as it tries to explore the back of her tonsils. She breaks free of him, wiping her mouth of excess dribble as her hands snake down to his crotch, feeling him harden underneath her palm as she rubs his head back and forth against the thin cotton material of his pants using just her palm. After teasing him for a few minutes with her light stroking Gemma unzips his pants. He is completely naked underneath, one of the pre-requisites of a porn star, especially a director who stars in his own films. He stands erect at a full 15 inches of length, a genetic mutation gone wrong Jim had originally shunned his freakishly large cock, feeling strange that his cock was somewhat larger than almost every man he had come across, black, white, Hispanic, even with surgical alterations. He always came out ontop. But he didn't let his cock rule his decision making like many men he had worked under, instead he used his brain and intellect, manipulating women to do his bidding in return for sexual favours, much like how they manipulate men to do things for them. A true irony from a females perspective. Jim had built his masses of wealth on the frailty of women. This he thinks to himself is the ultimate prize looking at Gemma as she runs her tongue up the whole length of him as she expertly kneads her palm into his balls, massaging the small patch of wiry hair at the base of his cock. Gemma slips off his lap for a second, opening the mini bar fridge situated underneath his seat. Inside the fridge is a menagerie of sex toys, lube, champagne and various novelties. This car catered for many the orgy in Jim's monthly parties'. Finding what she was originally looking for, Gemma pulls out a half empty jar of body chocolate. Despite it being in the fridge, the chocolate is still easily spreadable via the mini brush as she goes about spreading the chocolate over his now exposed chest, meandering a line trailing from his neck down to his cock. Jim jumps abit when the cold chocolate reaches his private parts, the ice cold chocolate on his erect cock sending shivers up his spine, as she continues to trail the chocolate like a little ant trail up the shaft of his cock before pooling on his head before trailing back down the other side to coat both of his testicle completely. "Don't touch me or hinder me in anyway. At all. Understand?" Gemma whispers into Jim's ear coldly. Jim merely nods his head; he understands the full implications of her words and knows that she is deadly serious. Gemma begins to work on his neck sucking at his neck hard, and digging her teeth into it. Jim flinches but does not speak or move to stop her, he knows that she is merely testing him. Satisfied with her cannibalistic urges and that Jim will not stop her whatever she does, Gemma begins to work her way down, trailing her tongue along his chest licking up the thin trail of chocolate as she makes her way down. Lower. Always lower. Until she reaches his erect cock, now throbbing from the intense stimulation from everything, Gemma smiles to herself, the way to a mans heart she whispers underneath her breath as she loosely supports his cock upright as she sets about licking the chocolate off his shaft. She moves from the base upwards, lapping at it as she slowly makes her way up, like a cat at a milk bowl, flickering as she makes her way up. Like a snake sensing its prey. One side then the other. When she reaches the top she takes his whole head in her mouth at once, her teeth lightly around the base of her head as she flicks her tongue rapidly against his head, swirling, licking, and laving. This extreme amount of stimulation all at once is just too much for Jim as he writhes underneath her in pleasure, small groans escaping his mouth as she unrelentingly continues, quickening her pace until she feels the first tremors of an orgasm. Releasing his cock with a loud slurp of saliva and chocolate combined, she moves to his swelling testicles, enveloping them in her mouth as she continues to stroke his cock with her hand, increasing in speed as she feels his balls swell pulling down at them wit her mouth gently until he ejaculates in a fountain of cum. Saturating him and her in all of its white sticky glory. She steps off his crotch wiping off his excess cum with a nearby tissue, she is so hot and wet that she had to physically remove herself off his crotch before she banged him senseless. To do that would be weak willed. She was definitely not weak willed. Moving to the opposite seat she shrugs off what little remainder of clothes she once had on. Perching herself on the edge of the seat she sits spread legged so that Jim can see all aspects of her, in all its glory. "Get on your knees and crawl here like the worm you are." She barks at Jim. Jim obligingly slips off his seat without saying a word crawling towards her like a toddler trying to walk. "Stop" Gemma orders, he is about half a metre away from her crotch, which is directly in front of his face from his position of view. "Good, now don't move unless I say. Understand?" Jim nods his head warily, rubbing his still red neck. Gemma takes out the small brush applicator from the now quarter full jar of body chocolate and begins to suck at it, like it was his cock, thrusting it in and out her mouth until a small trail of chocolate covered saliva leaves her mouth, trailing down her chin. Like a small creek meandering its way along the dry land for the first time. She licks this up with her finger, sucking at it and moaning in ecstasy. After re-dipping the chocolate applicator back in its jar, Gemma begins to apply the chocolate in generous amounts along the side of her neck, over her breasts in big circular motions before sliding it down to her crotch applying the chocolate on the insides of her thighs before spreading it on her lips, the rough end of the brush tickling her clit as she swirls around. Sliding the length of the brush in between her lips she begins to use the chocolate as a lubricant, not that she needs any as her wetness saturates the whole handle, engulfing it in its whole entirety. The soft end of the brush acts as the soft end of the stick as she guides it into and out of her pussy, her wetness now mixed with chocolate as it dribbles out of her pussy trailing down the small part of exposed flesh and beyond. Satisfied, she looks down at Jim, who is still where he is knelt, about half a foot away. Using just her eyes, she beckons him over to her without saying a word her cold eyes, softening slightly before going back to its steely gaze. Jim gets off his knees and just using his tongue, he begins to suck lavishly at her neck where a significant proportion of the body chocolate is situated. He knows that it is a weak point for Gemma as he gently nibbles at it, using his tongue mainly to slide across her neck to her shoulder and back up. He sucks ever so gentle at first, until Gemma begins to moan softly, her breath deepening as he continues to take more in, sucking harder, using his teeth to gently nibble it at the same time. She is enjoying it now as he feels her neck tighten, gently pushing against his working tongue, one of her hands at the back of his head gently stroking the nape of his neck. Now he is in control. Knowing how much she is enjoying it, Jim deliberately moves on, following the little trail of body chocolate as he goes. Nibbling. Licking. Sucking. Ignoring her disappointed little moans he moves further down onto her breasts, her sweat mixing with the body chocolate, liquefying the thick chocolate slightly. He works at the thick coating with a vigour, lapping it up until small rivers of chocolate body paint mixed with sweat and saliva trail down her exposed stomach and beyond. He knows exactly what she wants as he gently sucks at her surrounding breast, taking in big mouthfuls sucking and swirling his tongue around until he feels shivers of pleasure travel through her body. He repeats this on the opposite breast until multiple chocolate streams are seen trailing their way down, in-between her ribs, down across her slim flat belly and beyond. Using just the tip of his tongue, Jim gently teases Gemma's nipples swirling the tip of his tongue around in little circles around her areolar until she gasps, driving his head into her breasts with her hand at the back of his head. Jim resists, tensing the back of his neck muscles, using his tongue at an excruciatingly slow pace. Satisfied, he moves down to her thighs, repeating what he did with her breasts, taking in a substantial amount and sucking hard at it so that it would leave little red marks against Gemma's pale complexion, little red marks that can only be covered by excess foundation. He repeats this on the other side, working from the lower leg and working upwards. But he ignores her little pleas and moans, the way she wraps her legs around his head to get him to suck `there'. He is in control, and is enjoying every second of it. After licking every last remnant of chocolate from her thighs, Jim teasingly moves back to the thin little streams from earlier on that ran from her breasts down to her pussy. Using the flat of his tongue he uses it to follow the little dried out chocolate trails starting from her breasts he pursues the trail, sticking to that little stream like Dorothy did to the yellow brick road. Unlike Dorothy though, when Jim reached the end of the trail which was also coincidently the edge of her pussy, he just followed another trail back up to her breasts and back down, until every little trail had disappeared underneath a thin layer of his saliva. Which was even now evaporating in the air-conditioned conditions of the car. Gauging the point when Gemma had just about enough of his teasing, Jim quickly swooped down to her pussy, burying his face in her pussy, his mouth open, taking as much of it into his mouth as possible, sucking at it, the all too familiar taste now mixed with a slightly sweeter flavour no doubt from the chocolate. This unexpected suddenness caught Gemma by surprise as she convulsed from the sheer intensity of pleasure that came so quickly. Jim moved slightly higher, using his tongue to drive deeper and deeper into her. Gemma's ankles locked at the back of Jim's head, her mouth making small involuntary cries of pleasure as Jim felt her thighs tremble pre-orgasm. He withdrew his tongue at this stage abruptly, using his fingers to penetrate deeper, her wetness providing all the lubrication that he would need. Gemma groaned louder now, her breath quickening in pace admist an oncoming orgasm. Jim felt a muscle contract from high up before she came, her muscles from her cervix contracting against his exploring finger. Probing. Searching. Finding. Gemma collapses ontop of Jim as they both collapse in a heap on the floor of the car. They feel the car slowing down to a stop before the driver knocks on the partition separating the driver from the passenger in the back seat. A signal to Jim that the driver has arrived at the intended destination. Gemma leaves the car the way she entered. Fully dressed. Not that it would make much difference, it is pretty normal to see naked females around the gardens of Jim Tang Vu's massive mansion where a lot of his filming takes place. Gemma already has a plan. When should we begin? She thinks to herself gleefully. Let the anarchy begin.
To be continued...