Waking up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes all I can think about is that we only have three more scenes and then "The revenge of the sword" will be wrapped. Thank God! I'm starting to feel really tired of this shit. After the movie is done I'm taking some well deserved vacation. As in vacation I mean that I'm not going to be in front of the cameras for a while, but I won't stop working at all. When I'm not shooting I help Jasper with production, work on some new ideas with the creative department and I'm in charge of the casting, for both male and female characters for future projects. I'm also always researching some new toys and props to use on set.
As I wash my hair in the shower I rehearse my lines for today, in this movie I'm working with five different girls, Tanya, Lauren, Jane, Jessica and Irina. I've already done a romantic scene with Tanya, a threesome with Tanya and Lauren, some BDSM with Jane (she's really into pain…), and today was a scene that I was particularly not excited about…Irina, that always meant trouble. She's worked for the company for a couple of years now, and despite my subtle hints that the only sex we're ever going to have will be on set, and getting paid for… she doesn't give up on her attempts to seduce me.
I finish my shower and quickly dry myself throwing on some jeans and t- shirt. I don't even bother trying to tame my hair, I now that Alice will make me endure some dreadful hours on the makeup chair. Then I remember that tonight I'm supposed to meet the guys at Emmett's after the shooting is done, today we are finally meeting The Chief's daughter. We were all excited about it. I didn't even know he had a daughter until six days ago when he announced her arrival at Zero Degrees. And that day we all could feel the vainglory in The Chief's voice when he talked about her oncoming involvement in his business.
Charlie and Carlisle owned the company together, but while Daddy C. invested all his creative knowledge and innovating ideas into the company and his leadership personality made it fly high right from the beginning, The Chief was the one that invested all the money. A trust fund he received from a long lost absent grandfather. That never was an issue between them because it was very clear that all the money in the world wouldn't have been able to sustain After Twilight if the movies weren't any good. Carlisle's brilliant mind made sure that they were. The Cullen boys are now in charge of things, and so it is only natural that Charlie wants to keep his share of the company within his family legacy.
I pack my backpack with a fresh change of clothes for later tonight. I know I will have to shower again in my dressing room after the shoot I just can't function right until after my scrubbing session. Maybe I am a little OCD. The drive to the studio was fast as always and as I enter the lobby Heidi the receptionist stands up from behind her desk and bends over giving me a flash of her Jump a Cup enhanced cleavage and purring "Good morning Eddie, Alice is waiting for you at her office."
"Good morning to you too Heidi, and thanks for the message." I smile trying my best to sound at least polite. But I think she misunderstands my kindness for something else because in 0.8 nanoseconds she's standing in front of me. The strong smell of French perfume almost burning my nostrils. Her hot breath smelling like mint cigars blows all over my right ear and neck when she whispers in what I can only assume is her attempt of a sexy voice, but to me it sounds like an old cat with a bad case of sore throat. "I'll make sure to stop by at the set during my lunch break, I'm counting the minutes." She winks at me.
"Sure…" And with that vague answer I start walking away towards the elevators, but The Imperador is very pleased with the whole exchange and gives her a little salute. I'm telling you, my dick has a mind of its own, and sometimes it pisses me of! But lately it's been better this way. He's always ready and has an amazing recovery time. Apparently he's attracted to bleach blond, bold pussy, silicone filled women, not that he's ever backed out from any other kind of girl. Maybe he's attracted to them all, I guess Imperador is simply a peenwhore. While I'm working he's the one in charge, if I depended only on my brain I'd be screwed. No one is good enough for me, most of the women I try to date can't even keep a good conversation during dinner. It's always clear by the way they stare at my lap and lick their lips that they can't wait to grab my cock and stuck it in their mouths. What's up with that? What happened to the good old third date rule? As if they'd ever get that far… Yeah my brain is shut down for skanks, and my heart, well I think I need a map to find that one, maybe he just fled the scene when shit hit the fan. That cheating bastard supposed to be my father really did a number on me…
When the elevator arrives I press the button for the ninth floor where Alice's office is. I'm thankful that the car is empty and I'm not assaulted by any other staff members, at least for now. I knock on her door and hear her girly voice sing song from the inside "Come iiiiinnn!"
"Hey Ali, Good morning!"
"Great morning Eddie!" She bounces a little and hugs me too tightly. The little pixie is already in full force today.
"Ugh, I see Heidi already had her way with you." She releases me, scrunching her little nose.
"Yeah she was at the front desk. Hey could you make sure that no one that's not directly involved in the shooting hangs around the set today? She kinda promised a little visit."
"Sure Eddie I'll be at the door with a baseball bat in hand." She laughs out loud at her own joke.
"Why did you want to see me Alice?" I feign annoyance, and she stops laughing.
"Just wanted to make sure you got your clothes right, they're already hanging in the closet at you dressing room. But to avoid any mistakes I also made this sketch where you can see where everything is supposed to go."
"Alice I've been wearing those clothes for a while now, I know how to dress myself." I complain.
But the evil chatterbox does not even hear me while she keeps going on and on about every little detail of every cast member wardrobe and make up. I pretend to be listening intently because I don't want to incite her rage so early in the day.
"Eddie be careful with her dress it's a masterpiece! No ripping!" This is the third time already that she says the same thing while stomping her little feet and glaring at me with one hand balled up at her waist and the other poking at my chest where her full height reaches. Sometimes I wonder if the reason behind her short spike hairdo is to create the impression of a few more inches… well it isn't working.
"Alright Fairy Ali, I'll be very gentle" I smirk at her. I don't know why she cares so much, it's not like anyone is going to be paying attention to clothes anyway, who says "Oh that was a beautiful corset" while watching porn? But Alice designs the clothes like they were made for red carpet events. And sometimes they actually are. We've won lots of awards for our movies. The Imperador has his own shelf full of trophies back at my place. One is even shaped like him, a natural size replica that he calls his mini me…cocky bastard.
But to be fair Alice does have a point, our movies are not like the others out there, we have professional screenwriters working with us that make interesting plots with actual lines. The scenarios are beautifully built and the clothes are very tasty and refined. My outfit for today's Zorro is a pair of black fitted dress pants, black boots, a long sleeved white button down silk shirt, a black silk cape tied at my neck and my signature mask. The mask covers all of my face leaving just my mouth and jaw showing and hides most of my hair only a few locks at the nape of my neck and my sideburns are visible. Alice started working here five years ago and the company immediately showed improvements especially with the increase on sales for the female crowd. She is very proud of that particular fact.
That is not about her, it's all because of me!
Oh shut up Imperador, even you can't be so cocksure …
"You better be!" Alice shouts to my back while I walk away from her office and go to my dressing room that is on the fifth floor. The hair and makeup guy is already there waiting for me. His name is Jacob, but everyone around here calls him DJ, that is short for Doggy Jake. I'm pretty sure the nickname had something to do with his favorite sexual position, but I really didn't wanna know anything about that. DJ is a huge guy, at least five inches bigger and a hundred pounds heavier than me all of it filled with muscles. He is a Native American with light brown skin and dark long black hair, and he also as gay as a fruitcake. I have to admit when he first came to work with me I was a little worried that he would be another one trying to feel me up around here, and judging by his size it scared me a little. I didn't know if I would be able to fight him of if he tried something funny, but as soon as he spoke to me my worries flew out the window.
"Hi there Chicken Little! Girly I have to admit from someone with a skinny butt like yours you sure carry some major package. If only you're taller, bigger and darker…" He said shaking his head and playing with a strand of his hair around his fingers while inspecting my junk with a critical gaze. I quickly learned, much to my dismay, that DJ liked his guys bigger than him and the darker their skin the better. Something about red lollipops…don't even ask!
"Good morning Chicken Little!" He never stopped calling me that…
"Hey DJ, what's up?"
"I brought someone special to meet you today, his name is Mr. Comb!" .ha. DJ is funny, every time the same old joke about the complete state of disarray that is my hair. I think it just pissed him off that even with his best efforts he still couldn't make it any different.
"Yeah, yeah DJ let's see what your friend is capable of." He rolls his eyes at me and pushes me down to sit on the chair in front of the mirror.
"Ms. Scissors is working today, those locks are way too big. They're almost hiding your pretty eyes! Although this length is great for leverage… "
"Ugh, DJ please! I'm already having conversations with my pre-digested breakfast here in my mouth."
This is going to be a long make up session…
Following little Ali's advice Zorro is now slowly stripping Irina. Peeling of the straps from her shoulders with my teeth while undoing the back zipper of her black silk camisole with my hands. She is playing the damsel in distress lost in the desert after being kidnapped by a group of Cannibal Native Americans. After the rescue, I bring her to my secret cavern where there is a four post black wooden bed with golden linen sheets. Lit only by candlelight this scene has an almost dreamy atmosphere to it.
Irina is a very tall and some would say beautiful woman. Her body is toned with an hourglass shape, she has black straight hair that falls all the way down to her butt. Her junk is a little too big if you ask me. Under the dress she is wearing a pair or red lace and silk undergarments that would soon come off as Zorro begin the process of making her forget all about the bad day she had in the hands of those filthy kidnapping animals.
"Relax my beauty, I'll give you just what you need. After I'm done, you won't remember anything else but the way my name comes out of your lips while you scream with pleasure."
Irina shivered a little and delivered her line, "Yes Z, make me forget!"
So I take her clothes off and sit on the edge of the bed now wearing only my black dress pants, black silk cape and mask - my chest and torso covered in oil accentuating the rips on my pecks an abs - pretending to be staring in awe at the naked female standing vulnerable between my legs. Imperador is already standing at attention, drawing out his little swords and fighting against the metal of my zippers as if his life depended on it.
I don't get you Imperador, we've seen her naked several times before, and she's not even that hot! In fact I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to fit those gigantic nipples of hers in my mouth without gagging…
Stop being such a pussy and fuck her already! I need some release!
Seriously, I think I've created a monster. My cock needs to be committed into one of those sex addicts rehab centers, maybe I should call Tiger or Jesse…
After some sucking and nipping action on her tits my jaw is a little sore from opening so wide. I already have three fingers bared deep in her pussy pumping with all my strength while rubbing her clit with my thumb at an almost inhuman speed. Irina is doing her show shaking her head forcefully from side to side swinging her waist length black hair for the camera while making orgasmic sounds. Once that little display is done it's time for the star of the movie to make an appearance. Irina drops to her knees and tugs my pants down revealing the happy trail of bronze hair that led to Mr. Imperador do Amor himself. That's my cue to lie down so my face is out of the picture. The camera does a close up of Irina going down on me - and this is the part that will hunt Jasper's dreams or nightmares when he finishes editing. Ha!
WOW! That bitch is sucking too hard! And if I hear one more popping sound I'm going to lose my cool! Thank God that doesn't last long and we change positions. I remain sitting on the edge of the bed while Irina stands with her back to me. She opens her legs positioning one on each side of my thighs and sinks down hard on my cock riding me reverse cowgirl style. Once again I'm out of the frame, one camera guy positions himself right between my legs to get a close up from the action while the other focus on Irina's face and her bouncing freaking gigantic fake tits. Half an hour later and we are finally filming the cum scene. She is spread on the bed with her head hanging upside down at the end while I stand in front of her stroking the Imperador till he releases my seed all over her chest and awaiting opened mouth. Well done boy.
"Nice job Eddie, you made me come hard today." Irina says while wiping herself clean with a wet
cloth.
"Thanks Irina, it was great for me too." NOT!
"Maybe we should go out for drinks later tonight?" Seriously? You have my cum hanging from you eyebrows and you're asking me out?
"Oh! Sorry… I'm meeting the guys tonight." And every other night till the end of times.
"That's ok, we can go out some other time, we always have so much fun together…"
"Yeah … sure." NOT!
"Edward can I ride with you to Emmett's?" Alice asks while pocking her head through the door of my dressing room just as I'm stepping out of the shower and towel drying my hair. I really should remember to lock the door…
"You really should learn how to knock Ali!"
"Ha! Like I didn't know everything there's to see by now… Oh, hi Imperador!" And he greeted her with a little twitch. Sick Motherfucker!
"Sure you can, I'll be just a second." As she walks out to wait for me I quickly get dressed in my favorite pair of washed out ripped jeans, green T-shirt and black Adidas sambas running outside to meet her.
"So how come we never heard anything about her?" I ask while opening the passenger door of my silver Aston Martin Vantage Convertible.
"Well, you now The Chief is not very much talkative. But Emmett and Jasper seem to remember her from when they were little and her mother was still married to Charlie." Humm …wonder why they never brought it up…
"Apparently they divorced when she was only a little over one, you and the guys were not even friends yet."
"How old is she?"
"I think she's 23."
"Oh…yeah I wasn't friends with them yet. But what happened after the divorce?" Gossip much?
"Her mother moved to Phoenix and took Isabella with her. She hated the weather here, so whenever The Chief wanted to visit his daughter he'd come over to meet them."
"But I heard she was moving from California?"
"Yeah she just finished college there; I think she's a business and creative writing major." How does Alice know these stuff?
"Interesting. I hope she'll get along with us."
"I know she will." Alice answers giving me one of her all knowing looks.
After a short while, thanks to my Schumacher impersonation, we arrive at Emmett's penthouse that is only two doors down from my own. Both our apartments are very sophisticated with floor to ceiling windows to the east, south and west with beautiful Mt. Rainier, Puget Sound and Olympic views, 9 ft ceilings and hardwood floors and also came with custom cabinetry. My fingers are still at the doorbell when the door flies open and Emmett greets us handing me a bottle of beer and Alice a glass of wine – my friends are great hosts. Rosalie is standing in the living room having a heated discussion with Jasper about some new High Tech Equipment that he wants to buy and she thinks is too expensive. When we enter the room Jasper immediately turns his attention to Alice. Soon they are both fondling each other on the couch. Those two are worse than horny dogs in heat and sometimes it's very uncomfortable to hang around them.
Not wanting a private show I follow Em to the kitchen searching for some appetizers. Carlisle is already there stuffing two mini taco cups at his mouth at a time, dropping crumbs all over his dress button down shirt.
"Hey there Daddy C. isn't Esme feeding you back there at the Cove?" I ask smirking at him.
He playfully scolds at me and hands me a taco cup.
"And how are you son, everything ok at work today?" This man is a saint, after all the shit I've put him up to he still calls me son and treats me as if I was one of his own. Ironic that a saint would work in the porn industry but Carlisle was convinced that we were only practicing our purpose as God originally intended = SEX. For him it was as natural as monkeys hanging from trees and fish swimming in the ocean. I didn't argue, but I doubt that God's intentions included blindfolds and riding crops – But who am I to say anything right?
"It was ok, I worked with Irina today." I answer sighing heavily at the memory.
"She seemed pretty interested in you the last time I saw you two working together." And now it was his time to smirk.
"I think she still is… but she's just not really my type." At this comment Emmet snorts loudly. Shitface !
"I see."
"Esme couldn't make it?" Please let's change the subject!
"No she's organizing a retirement party for a friend of ours, but she's planning on having everyone for dinner next Saturday to celebrate Isabella's arrival."
"Oh sure we'll be there. Where is The Chief anyway?"
"He should be here any minute now." As if on cue the doorbell rings. I follow Carlisle to the living room to greet Charlie and his daughter. Once we get there Emmet has already opened the door and is making introductions. I hear a soft angelic voice saying to Rose that we should call her Bella – and The Imperador pulls the covers off and starts to wake up.
What the hell?
I still can't see her because now Alice has her crushed into a tight hug as if they were BFFs. But when she finally steps aside my eyes make contact with the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Her skin is pale white, with a light touch of pink that starts on her cheeks and apparently goes all the way down her chest. Without even touching her I can already imagine how soft she must feel. How could someone so tiny have such long lean legs is beyond me. Her little navy blue mid thigh sweater dress left nothing to the imagination, hugging her body in all the right places, her round hips and narrow tiny waist, and oh my God kill me now if those boobs aren't natural. She has brown shinny hair with red highlights that sometimes were visible when she moved her head under the light. Its loose curls hang in soft waves just below her shoulder blades, and it framed her heart shaped face perfectly. But the most mesmerizing feature of all - that actually made me feel a little dizzy -were her big brown dove eyes that are staring right trough me as if she could read my very soul.
Help me I think I had a stroke! I'm so hard I can't even move!
I know Imperador me too …
Jasper must have sensed my discomfort, because he lightly jabs me on the ribs with his elbow. He successfully pulls me out of my funk and I reach out my hand to shake Bella's. Unfortunately I am expecting what is about to happen when her warm little fingers make contact with my long callused ones. A jolt of electricity runs through my forearm leaving a trail of goose bumps all over it. I gasp and pull my hand away. She must have felt it too because her cheeks are now a deep shade of red, and she has a confused look on her face with a little cute crease between her eyebrows. Cute crease…really?
Time seemed to remain still while we stare at each other, hours must have passed, although it could have been only a few seconds. Once again Jasper manages to bring me back to sanity by clearing his throat next to me, and I find my voice.
"Hi, um…I'm Edward." Really? That's squeaky little girl impersonation is your voice now?
Brain you're NOT helping! Let's work together here!
"Hi Edward, I'm Bella." And there goes my mental health… the way my name fell from those plump pink lips makes me shutter. And The Imperador must have recovered from his stroke, because now he is jumping up and down inside of my pants screaming:
Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!
We walk towards to the living room and I must be walking a little funny due to the massive bulge straining to be released from the confinements of my boxer briefs. I manage to sit down after a few minor (at least I hope so…) adjustments. The room seems to ease up into easy conversation. Bella sits right next to The Chief. When our eyes occasionally meet her cheeks would turn that delicious shade of pink that makes me want to have a bite just to see what it would taste like. I really can't pay any attention to what anyone was saying so I am thankful that nobody tries to make conversation with me.
I doubt I would sound very coherent at the moment.
Alice as always is talking a mile a minute asking Bella all kinds of questions. I'm actually enjoying the little pixie quiz, because I get to learn lots of things about most important of all is her relationship status: SINGLE.
When Alice excuses herself to go to the bathroom Carlisle speaks up.
"I'm sorry about that, my daughter in law is very friendly, and she already seems to like you very much."
"Oh, it's ok Mr. Cullen I like her too." Bella answers while blushing some more. I think she doesn't like all the attention on her.
"Please no Mr. Cullen here my dear, you can call me Carlisle." Emmett always the subtle one, won't let this pass and practically yells.
"Bullshit! There's no Carlisle in here dear. You should call him Daddy C. like all of us do. And Charlie over there is The Chief!"
Bella chuckles and asks "Oh…any other nicknames I should know about?"
An evil grin spreads across Emmett's face as he says "Of course! There's also Eddie here and is Imp…"
"EMMETT !" I shout at him while Rose smacks the back of his head. He is almost falling off the couch from laughing so hard and soon everyone joins him. I'm sure my face is the equivalent of a death glare, and Bella's blush deepens in color as she steels nervous glances my way.
Jasper comes to my rescue and changes the subject asking Bella where she would like to start working on Monday.
"Well dad already explained a lot about the company to me. I would like to spend some time everywhere I can, without getting in the way, and learn a little bit of everything. I'm sure Jasper that yours and Rosalie's areas of expertise will be the hardest for me since I really don't have any knowledge in that subject. I've been doing some research since I graduated from High school trying to get to know how the industry works and how it has evolved trough time."
"Oh really? What kind of research?" Jasper asks.
Bella fidgets slightly in her seat "Well…um…for starters I've watched every movie." Her eyes lock with mine once again and I think I actually forget how to breathe.
Fuck. Me.
