Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (33 page)

"Yeah." She cringed. "Do you think it's bad that I got a little worked up when he was changing?"

"No, I don't... as long as you don't act on it."

"I would never do that, but I wonder if I could run that scene with him and actually hold it."

"You want to hold Chance's penis?" Jillian looked at her like she was crazy.

She shrugged. "Yeah, it might be fun to relive that whole thing again with a Hollywood superstar. It would make one hell of a story."

"It would definitely make a great story, but Jim might have a problem with you doing that."

"Probably." She sighed as she opened up the door to her car. Suddenly her expression changed. "Oh, shit!"

"What is it?"

Victoria looked at the time on her phone. "Jim is already at the club and he has to work late. I was hoping to go home and, um, work off some of this movie set excitement with him before I see clients later."

"I think somehow you can hold out 'till he gets home."

"Sometimes it seems like you don't know me at all." She shrugged then climbed into the car.

"Good luck."

They shared a laugh before Victoria pulled the door closed, started the car and drove away. Jillian headed back toward the house shaking her head in disbelief.

Victoria stopped in to her parents' house and spent ninety minutes visiting with her mother and playing with Kaylie. When the baby went back down for a nap, Victoria returned home for her back to back client appointments. Afterward, she picked the baby up, fed her dinner, ate dinner herself then spent quality time with Kaylie. That was until the baby filled her diaper with a massive poop then collapsed exhausted from her busy day. Victoria retired to her room, took a bath and put on the television, but soon her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep.

A knock on the door jolted Victoria awake. Shaking her head, she let out a big yawn and glanced to the television running some tired informercial. After another louder knock, she grabbed the remote, clicked off the power then headed toward the foyer.

Upon opening the door, she discovered a completely nude Chance Hart standing there, smiling brightly and making no attempt to cover his sizeable manhood.

"Chance?"

"Victoria," he replied casually.

"What are you... what are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sorry, yeah." Stepping aside, she tilted her head to stare captivated at Chance's tight, firm ass as he waltzed into the living room.

"Mind if I sit down?" He asked casually as he slumped bare-assed down on the sofa, spreading his legs out wide and stretching his arms out even wider resting on top of the cushions.

Plopping down in the chair across from him, her eyes dipped down to his prize, she gasped then fought to raise them up to his face. "Sorry, I'm confused. How did you know where I lived?"

"Jillian."

"Oh, um you're naked and, uh—"

"Sorry, I should have explained." He glanced down to his lap then smiled. "I figured if you couldn’t come to my hotel we could run through the scene here. The one where you..." He made quote marks with his fingers. "...HELP Brice get dressed."

"Oh, okay." She shook her head, glancing once more to his package then raised her chin up high in an attempt to avoid looking directly at it.

"Plus on the set you seemed to be really interested in seeing it, so..." Grinning, he looked down to the monster. "...here he is."

"Wow... okay."

He rose up from the sofa. "I can leave if this is a problem."

"No, no, it’s just that I'm surprised to see you."

"So, will you act out the scene with me? You do remember how it goes, right? You get the clothes and I put them on then it pops out." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do remember." She gazed at him, mesmerized.

"Great, I'll go back outside and knock." He headed toward the door.

"Really, I, uh..." She rose up from the chair and shook her head, confused, watching in awe as he headed away from her. After opening the door, he turned and winked before stepping on the porch and closing the door behind him.

She rubbed her hands over her face, then peered through her open bedroom door to find the bed empty and for a moment she wondered where Jim might be. Then there was a knock on the door. Rushing to it, she pulled it open to discover the nude super stud standing there looking wide-eyed and a bit stoned with two hands covering his groin.

"Chance."

"No." Frowning, he shook his head. "Call me Brice."

"Oh, sorry. Brice, um, what are you doing here?" She waved her hands around in an awkward attempt at overacting.

"That's not the line." He frowned. "It's—"

"Oh I remember." She smiled then cleared her throat. "Does Jillian know you're here?"

"It's Anastasia..." He whispered.

"Sorry... Does Anastasia know you're here?"

"She sent me," Chance replied in character.

From there the pair continued on-script with the scene to the point where Brice stood before her wearing the tight half shirt and super-tight short-shorts with his enormous bulge trying to break out but somehow he was still completely concealed.

Chance looked down and frowned. "Sorry, wait a second." Pulling the tight shorts aside, he let his manhood flop out. He whispered, "The costume people will figure that out."

Suddenly the two were improvising just a bit.

"Oh." He stuffed it back in then after a moment it again flopped out.

"Would you like me to help you with that?" Victoria asked.

"Ok."

Taking careful hold of his equipment she pushed it under the fabric then watched as it flopped back out again. She tried once more and it fell out again. This time she held onto it, glancing up to his sleepy face then back down to it. She swallowed hard then began pulling on it. It, in fact, was growing and growing and growing. "It, uh, keeps getting bigger."

"Well, maybe that's because you keep pulling on it." Patting her on the head like a dog, he smiled.

"Are you high?"

"Maybe a little."

Stepping away from her, he broke into a chuckle. "I love that line... maybe because you keep pulling on it. Did he really say that?"

"Yeah, something like that." She moved to the chair and took a seat a bit dizzied.

"They say truth is stranger than fiction."

"Yeah."

"Well, thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it." He pulled off the shirt and slipped off the shorts.

"Sure." She drank in the sight of him nude once again with his now three quarters hard penis standing out before him.

"Do you want to touch it again?"

"What?"

"Do you want to touch it some more?"

"Um, I, uh..."

"It's okay if you want to." He took a step closer to her and placing his hands on his hips flexed his muscles and the giant monster throbbed and bobbed in front of her face. "I am your celebrity free pass, am I not?"

"Huh? What?" She gazed up to his face, perplexed.

"Celebrity free pass, right?"

"Well, not officially. I don't have actual free pass approv—"

"Go ahead touch it."

Her eyes slowly traveled down his chiseled chest to his tight abs to his full erection and she replied softly, "Okay." Taking hold of it in both hands, she studied it for a moment before glancing up to Chance's smiling face. Returning her attention to the tip, she opened her mouth wide, leaned forward and—"

Victoria's eyes shot wide open and she looked around the darkened bedroom. Jim was sleeping soundly. Glancing to the clock, she found it was just after four a.m. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath, rubbing her fingers over her eyes then down to her chin as she realized it was all a dream. An amazingly hot and realistic feeling dream.

Her fingers slipped down to her nightshirt and danced over her breasts. She moaned, then ran her hands lower still, lifting up her nightshirt and slipping them into her panties. She was soaked. Running her tongue around her mouth, she turned her attention to Jim. She rose up to her knees and carefully pulled the covers off of his shirtless body, exposing his boxer shorts.

Lying on his side facing her, he remained asleep as she lay down curling up at the bottom of the bed and reached through the hole in his boxers to find his penis. After pulling it out, she tugged on it a bit, licking her lips in anticipation.

He moaned softly, stirring just a little with his manhood responding quickly. She moved forward, placing a tiny kiss on the head, before opening her mouth and taking it all inside.

He moaned a little louder as she went to work on him moving her neck back and forth letting his growing dick slide in and almost back out of her mouth. He woke and groggily said, "Hey, what's going on?"

She pulled away from him. "You want me to stop?"

"No, but why are you up?"

"I had a dream."

"About me?"

"Um, does it matter?"

"Uh-uh." Taking gentle hold of her head, he guided her lips back to her task. The moment he slipped back into her warm, wet mouth he groaned. His eyes fluttered closed as she worked him over with incredible enthusiasm.

A few days later in the upscale bathroom of the mansion, Jillian waited while a dozen crew members scurried around the set making some final preparations. Next to her, Chance was wearing a short robe and she stole a glance or two at his muscular legs.

"Where's Amanda?" Paul whined.

"On her way," a crew member replied.

Suddenly the superstar appeared decked out in tennis attire, looking a little sweaty with her hair pulled back with a strand or two mussed, but still absolutely stunning.

"Places people," Paul called out.

Chance removed his robe and handed it to an assistant. He was wearing nothing but a tiny G-string and Jillian simply could not avoid checking out his ass. She sighed then quickly averted her gaze when Amanda stepped up to her and said, "You really weren't molested?"

"What?"

"Never mind." The actress shook her head and as Chance moved toward the shower, she stood near the doorframe where a makeup artist sprayed her with a mist of water and worked on her hair.

"Ready?" Paul announced and crew members hurried off the set, Amanda moved into position leaning against the doorframe and Chance grabbed hold of the shower door.

"Action!"

The studly actor simulated pleasuring himself while holding onto the top of door with a white-knuckle grip. The actress watched him unblinkingly and sighing with a hand to her face.

Jillian rose to her tiptoes to get a better look and from her angle it appeared that Chance was completely naked. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was back on the very day in question and that it was her Brian behind that glass door.

"Cut!" Paul called out, yanking Jillian from her fantasy. "Let's reset."

Chance turned off the shower and an assistant rushed to him carrying a towel. The makeup artist went back to work on Amanda while Paul headed toward the stall. Jillian watched with little chills running down her spine as Paul provided direction to the dripping wet, muscular actor.

Two minutes later they went again and this time, Jillian needed to fan her face with her hand as she watched. Breaking out into a sweat and feeling a familiar tingle in a special place, she wondered where Brian was and what he might be up to.

"Cut! Good, but let's do it once more."

Jillian approached the director. "Do you guys need me any more today?"

"No, I think we're done after this. How's it look."

"Um, it's um..." She looked away shyly. "... it's perfect."

"Great."

"See you tomorrow." She turned on her heels and pulled the cell phone from her pocket.

Brian answered as she was slipping out the front door. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm on the set thinking about you. What are you doing?"

"I'm home. I just took a shower."