“I know that you and David study together. Would it be okay if I joined you? I just need somewhere that I feel safe.”
“I’m sure David won’t mind.”
Emily had gone to the sorority house the day before. She didn’t realize how Saturday night’s experience had affected her until it came time to walk home. Her imagination got the better of her, and she felt like every shadow concealed some kind of danger.
All she wanted was to put this behind her so she could get on with her life.
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Abigail was nervous because she would test David’s resolve on ‘no nudity’ today. Today’s scene had Nikki showing up at Mick’s new place with a housewarming gift.
One thing leads to another …
“What are you stewing about?” Moira asked to interrupt her train of thought.
“How to break it to David that I want him to bare his butt for today’s scene.”
Moira shrugged.
“I messengered the new script to him last night. Neither he nor his agent has called you yet, so that must mean he’s on board with it.”
“Or he hasn’t read it yet,” Abigail said.
Moira didn’t seem concerned. They would just have to wait and see.
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Abigail was relieved and amused when David showed up with his own cock sock. It was the one-eyed minion from the children’s movie Despicable Me.
“I’m not going to even ask where you got that,” Abigail said.
“It’s a long story that doesn’t really matter. What does matter is this script is crap. Why don’t you let Callie and me ad-lib it and see where it goes?” David asked.
“I’ll give you one take, and then I want the script,”
Abigail conceded.
He gave her a boyish grin that made her quiver inside as he trotted off to talk to his costar in the scene. The two of them disappeared for thirty minutes before coming out.
David wore a pair of old ripped jeans and a fitted t-shirt that showed his arms and shoulders.
Callie was sexy in a short skirt and braless in a white spaghetti-strap tank top. You could make out her areolas and nipples through the sheer material.
Abigail couldn’t wait to see what they came up with.
The scene started with Nikki knocking at Mick’s apartment door. He opened it, and a predatory grin came across his face.
“I might have to provide an armed escort for you when you go home.”
“Are you saying that because I’m a beautiful woman, every man I come across is going to want to get between my legs? Is that what you’re saying?” Nikki asked.
She pushed her way into his apartment and then turned on him with her arms crossed over her chest, clearly upset.
“I think we know what men are like. If you remember, it’s not my fault I’m always right, or so people tell me.”
Nikki sighed and looked at him like he was some kind of bug that needed to be squashed.
“One day, I would really like to know who these ‘people’
are. For imaginary friends, they seem to have a lot of influence,” Nikki said. “So, am I to conclude that you want to get between my legs, too?”
“Sugar, I’ve been in the field for six months. Of course, I want you in every way possible,” Mick said.
Nikki’s eyes about popped out of her head when Mick reached up, grasped the neck of his t-shirt with both hands, and tore it off his body, exposing his ripped chest and rock-hard abs. From her shocked reaction, it was obvious that David hadn’t discussed this part with Callie.
“Oh, shit!” Nikki squealed when Mick caught her and lifted her up to deposit her on the kitchen table.
Mick reached between her legs and ripped her thong off before ducking his head under her skirt.
“God, I’ve missed you!” Nikki said as she grabbed his hair and pulled him free of her sex.
Mick looked up into her eyes.
“What do you want, Sugar?”
“You. In me. Now.”
Mick undid his jeans and let them fall to mid-thigh. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his muscular bottom was exposed to the camera. Mick moved forward between her legs, and it looked like he shoved his manhood into her core in one mighty thrust. Nikki grunted in what looked like a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
Mick began to make love to her as he pushed her back onto the table and leaned over her. His big hand pushed her top up to expose her ample breasts as he kissed her.
“Cut!”
The production crew spontaneously clapped their approval. Moira looked at Abigail with her eyebrows raised.
Abigail had to agree with her assistant. If a scene caused that reaction, they didn’t need a second take.
David pulled his jeans up, and there was now a noticeable bulge. Callie hopped down off the table and put her hand on it.
“If you need some help, let me know,” she said.
Everyone laughed as she sauntered off, then acted like she stumbled because her legs were unsteady. David gave her a little bow and blew her a kiss.
‘I want him inside, on top, and all over me. I want to lose myself in him,’ Abigail thought.
She knew if she felt that way … the viewers were going to lose their minds.
Abigail couldn’t wait to see what the studio would say about this. She was sure they would want David in more scenes, even though he only gave them a couple of hours a week. Damn, that was hot.
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Matt watched from the sidelines as David took all his notes and applied them in today’s practice. It was as if something had clicked, and his competitor could do no
wrong. Coach Merritt also noticed and was full of praise for his offense.
It also helped that John Johnson was no longer the starting left tackle. Bear had stepped into the spot. While he didn’t get all the plays right, at least he blocked someone and didn’t commit any dumb penalties. That alone was a significant improvement.
“Coach Farrow, I don’t know what to say about your defense today, but if they play like this come Saturday, you’ll embarrass yourself,” Coach Merritt challenged his defensive coordinator.
“Then let me turn my players loose,” Coach Farrow replied.
“Do what you think you need to, but remember that we’ll definitely lose the next two games if you hurt my quarterback.”
Coach Farrow sent pressure up front, which David proved was no longer practical in today’s game. He simply RPOed and bubble-screened them to death. It didn’t matter how hard Coach Farrow threw pressure at the offense if David delivered the ball faster.
Matt got a queasy feeling in his stomach as he watched David be David. This was what he’d feared from the beginning. His dad had been right when he said that David hadn’t touched a football in nearly a year when he came to campus. Matt had watched him steadily improve during spring practice, and this summer, it looked like he might be back.
Today, he looked like the number one recruit he was when Matt had practiced against him in high school. Before his senior year, Matt had gone to Elite 11 camp. Instead of defending his MVP title, David had represented the USA in baseball. The whole time, the coaches commented that Matt and the other quarterbacks were lucky David hadn’t shown up. So, when they found out that David would be at
a football camp at his high school, the top three had gone to see who was best.
Matt remembered how David had been rusty, not having played football in months. David even admitted he wasn’t really in playing shape.
It didn’t seem to matter.
David smoked them.