A/N: Hello again everyone! The Wal-Mart Saga continues! Just a warning... no s-e-ex in this one, but before you get all disappointed go ahead and give it a read anyway.
Beta'd by MythicCreatures, thanks again!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Disney... that would be SM and WD.
EPOV
Why the hell is her trailer so far away?
I had walked past at least eight of them now and each one was bigger than the last. What was supposed to take fifteen – twenty minutes, tops – had already taken eight. This little walk to her trailer was eating into my fun time.
Finally I found it. The last one in a long line, at least half a mile away from the soundstage we were shooting in. Technically it was a test shoot, my test shoot. Bella had done an amazing job of convincing Emmett that I was the perfect actor to play her character's new love interest, but no one had actually seen me act yet. And I was supposed to be on set to do just that in about seven minutes. I spied a cute pink golf cart sitting to the right of the trailer door and had to laugh at the decorative pussy cat that had been professionally spray painted on the side.
Of course Bella has a pussy mobile.
I knocked on the door while still laughing to myself. I'd almost walked right in but my last experience with Bella in a trailer taught me the one thing you should never do is walk in on her. God only knows what she could be doing. Her call came from deep within the vehicle and when I walked in, I found her to be innocently flipping through a gossip magazine. Much more innocent than last time.
A bright smile stretched across her face and if I knew any better I'd think she should book a toothpaste campaign immediately. Of course, seeing her full lips, white teeth and pink tongue dart out over them briefly made me think of things far less wholesome than toothpaste. And all of those thoughts went straight to my cock. Or perhaps they came straight from my cock. Either way, she was still smiling and I was hard.
"I'm here for hair." I watched a look of confusion replace her smile as I walked further in and closed the door behind me.
"Well this isn't the hair and make-up trailer, Eddie." She put the magazine down in her lap. It was only then that I took in her wardrobe.
Once again, it was ridiculous. The shirt was a button down with crazy Hawaiian flowers all over it that was only being saved by the fact that she had the top four buttons undone. I was pretty sure at least two of those would be fastened before we got in front of a camera, but right now I had a nice view of the top curves of her full, round tits. Another button undone and I'd be trying to x-ray-vision my way through her bra to get a peek at those tantalizing nipple rings.
"Edward." I reminded her.
She had one leg tucked underneath her. Her skirt was short and again, aside from the horrendous print, it wasn't half bad. It was her legs that almost gave me a seizure. While I liked nothing more than looking at her long legs and imagining myself between them, looking at the black and white striped tights was making me dizzy. To make matters worse, she uncrossed her legs and I had to look away before I got truly nauseous.
I used her eyes to center me, as she stood and walked over to where I was standing. "So do you plan on telling me just how you expect to get your hair done in my trailer… Eddie."
Goddamn with the Eddie.
"Well," I closed the space between us with one step. "My character notes say I'm to have 'sex hair.' I thought you might do a better job of that than any union hairstylist might."
"Oh I don't know. Have you seen Laurent? He's pretty hot." She lifted a finger to trace my bottom lip.
"Not really my type." I shrugged.
"How can you be sure? You haven't seen him yet." Too fast for me to take advantage of, Bella leaned in and licked the same path her finger had traced. But then she pulled back. I barely caught myself from falling onto her.
"I think it's safe to assume I wouldn't be interested." I leaned towards her again but was met with distance.
She had stepped back slightly and I saw her eyes travel over my outfit. Out of the two of us, I wasn't sure who had it worse. I was in jeans and a blue polo shirt embroidered with the Wal-Mart logo. Across my chest from the logo was a name tag. It read, "Eddie." I looked remarkably similar to how I looked the last time I was in Bella's trailer. The only difference now was that this was no longer my uniform, it was my wardrobe.
Bella tucked a finger between the top buttons of my shirt and gently tugged me forward. She turned at the last second and I was stuck being dragged slowly across the room and over to the couch she had been sitting on when I walked in. She finally turned but released me and sat down so quickly I again missed my chance. Leaning over her, I placed my hands on either side of her legs.
"So you gonna help me with my hair or not?" When she didn't answer me right away I leaned in a little more. "Or shall I go pay Laurent a visit?" Bella cracked a smile and I stuck my tongue out at her.
Once again her lightening fast reflexes caught me off guard. She closed her lips firmly around my tongue and sucked slow and hard on it. When she pulled back far enough to release me, her perfect teeth bit down painfully. I winced and she licked over the stinging tip of my tongue, unapologetically.
"I'd love to help you, Eddie, but I've already been to hair and make-up. And they'll kill me if anything happens to my costume." She sat back on the couch, distancing herself from me again.
"Alright. Laurent it is then." I stood up but paused when Bella's feet slid apart on the floor until they bumped into mine. Her legs were spread just a little further apart now and she had a devilish look in her eye. I crooked an eyebrow at her.
Didn't she just tell me no?
I watched as she slid her back down on the couch a little, inching her ass toward the edge of the seat. Her knees fell to the sides even more and I was suddenly feeling really warm. My cock was confused now too. The erection I had when I walked in was only getting more stiff with every inch that her legs slid apart. I swear I could smell her arousal.
"You know, they're pretty good about us actors taking creative license." Bella purred in a low growl.
I swallowed slowly, telling my cock to settle down. It was about to bust right through my wardrobe.
"What did you have in mind?" My voice sounded like I was answering her growl but I barely got the words out. The tightness in my crotch was spreading and it was now in my throat. God, she was hot.
Placing her hands on her knees, Bella slowly dragged her fingers up, up, up. When she reached the crazy skirt, she kept going. I watched as more of her legs were exposed to me. Just inches away from the promised land, she stopped.
"How about eat-me-out hair?"
It was convenient that my knees gave out, as that was the ideal position to service Bella in. Gripping her hips tightly in my hands, I used my nose to nudge at her skirt that was still blocking my destination.
Lifting my face slightly to look into hers, I asked. "What about your wardrobe?"
Her hands were still gripping the ends of her skirt and she pulled that last of the fabric out of my way. "I did a few alterations."
Holy fuck.
The thought came out of my mouth and Bella licked her lips in anticipation. I couldn't be bothered to look at her face right now. Not with the sight right in front of me. The wild black and white tights were missing one important piece…Bella had cut out the crotch and was conveniently not wearing anything underneath. I had a free pass to her pussy right in front of me.
Her fingers wrapped into the sides of my hair and she tugged me closer to her. "I may have read your character description."
I took less than three seconds to smile at her revelation before diving forward. Licking firmly up her folds, I sucked her clit into my mouth. Holding it in place with my teeth, I licked and sucked at it, listening to her contented sighs from above me. She pulled and twisted the sides of my hair, yanking just hard enough to make it hurt. I groaned and released her clit from my teeth, going back to licking up and down her wetness. My cock stirred as her hands slipped to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Stiffening my tongue to match my cock, I pushed forward into her and reveled in the moans I started hearing. I knew my tongue was just as long as my fingers and I thrust deeply in and out. Pushing her skirt further out of the way, I slid my hands underneath and dug my fingertips into the bare skin of Bella's hips.
She jerked her hips up and yanked on my hair. For fuck's sake, she could've broken my nose with her hipbone if she hadn't forced my head up at the same time. The next time she did it, I was expecting it but still didn't appreciate it. Pulling my tongue out of her, I growled.
"I can't fucking get you off if you knock me out."
"And I can't give you 'sex hair' without a little pain." She answered my growl with a hiss that I matched as she dug her nails into my neck.
"Fuck, Bella! I thought this was 'eat-you-out hair'?"
"But. You're. Not. Eating. Me. Out." She punctuated each word with a yank on my hair.
My cock was weeping at this point and as I felt a drop of wetness spread on my pants, I dove back into her moist center. Bringing one hand over to tend to her clit, I stuck my tongue deep inside her again. I twirled my tongue in her sweetness as she twisted my locks in her hands. Her panting grew louder and faster as she worked her way to the front of my hair. She pulled my head down, pushing my tongue deeper into her. I slipped out and licked roughly up her slit, trying to catch my breath. Pushing two fingers in, taking place of my tongue, I placed open-mouthed kisses on her clit. Pulling her into my mouth further and further each time, her delicious scent filled my brain.
Speaking of brains, my scalp was sufficiently numb now with all of her pulling and twisting. Her fingers and moaning picked up pace as I twisted my fingers, pushing and pulling into her. I could feel she was close and wanted to drink in every last drop of her orgasm. Moving my fingers to her thigh, I pushed my tongue back in and sucked deeply against her. Her hips bucked and her fists clawed at my hair. As the orgasm overtook her, I felt her pulsing around my tongue. My cock pulsed in response, still painfully hard. Her sweet juices flowed over my tongue and I slowly licked her up and down, taking it all in.
My scalp was buzzing and her soft fingers now circled slowly in my hair as she came down from her orgasm. Finally, I lifted my head from her quivering pussy and grinned widely at her.
"That hurt like fuck, Bella."
Her answering smile was lazy. "But your hair looks perfect."
-0-0-0-
We were officially late when we exited the trailer and Bella grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the Pussy-mobile. I stopped short.
"Nuh-uh. I can't be seen riding in that."
"You can and you will. You made us late and I've never heard you complain about my pussy before." Bella pouted and I gave in to the tiny tug she gave my wrist again.
As much as zipping around the back lot in a golf cart sounded like fun, there was no way in hell I was going to be caught dead driving one with a hot pink kitten on the side of it. I'd have to get one of my own as soon as I signed a contract. A black one. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of getting a big rooster painted on the side. Bella had her Pussy-mobile, I could have a Cock-cart.
I'm sure there wasn't much to it, but Bella handled the golf cart well, just like everything else I'd seen her handle thus far. I couldn't help but lean into her a little to give her a hard time.
"If you came a little faster, we wouldn't be late."
She arched an eyebrow at me, narrowly missing a tour tram with the cart. Waving graciously to her fans that anxiously turned with their cameras, Bella's words defied her wholesome appearance.
"Maybe you need more practice tongue-fucking my pussy."
I laughed loudly as Bella turned her attention back to the pavement in front of us.
"I think you were just savoring the experience."
"Oh, poor baby." Bella's right hand suddenly fell to my thigh, gripping me tightly. My still-hard cock tightened against the zipper of my jeans and I hissed quietly. Sliding her hand over to rub against me, she stuck out that bottom lip again. "Is someone sad he didn't get his turn?"
Leaning back a little, I slid my hips into her hand, moaning at the contact. "So make me cum in the two minutes it'll take us to get to set."
The cart screeched to such an abrupt halt that if I hadn't been leaning back, my head would've hit the plexiglass windshield. Bella turned to me and grabbed my balls through my jeans with her left hand while still stroking and pressing against me with her right. My head fell back onto the pink cushioned headrest behind me.
"Fuck. That's like the third time today you've almost broken my nose."
"Aww, I won't damage your pretty face." She watched as I hungrily licked my lips. Leaning in, she stuck out that bottom lip again and stuck her tongue out to lick mine briefly. "But I would like to sit on it later."
I was shamelessly bucking into her hands now, enjoying the rubbing and surprisingly finding the ball squeezing quite pleasant too.
"Maybe you'll get me off a little faster that way." I groaned at her words and her hands. "Would you like that, Eddie? My pussy on your face?" Her lips had slipped to my ear and her breath sent shivers down my neck.
Just as quickly as she started, she stopped. My ass was lifted an inch off the seat but her hands were gone. Her lips were gone. Lifting my head and lowering my ass, I saw her standing with one foot out of the cart.
"Mikey!" Bella was waving happily at the middle aged man who was now jogging towards us.
Fuck, what perfect timing. I always wanted to meet my director with a raging hard-on.
Bella embraced our director warmly and turned him slightly so I could just make out the naughty twinkle in her eye over his shoulder. She lingered a little longer in his embrace as my brain and my cock started fighting over who was more jealous. Finally she pulled away from him and motioned to me in a feigned surprise.
"Oh! Silly me. I almost forgot. This is Eddie. Mike Newton, meet your new star. Edward Cullen."
Bella put specific emphasis on my full name but playfully stuck her tongue out at me when he turned to face me. Sticking out his hand, I managed to shift and cover my significant bulge with one arm while reaching out to shake his hand.
"Nice to meet you."
"Likewise, Eddie. Just relax and have fun with the scene today. The bigwigs just wanna see how you look on film and all that good stuff. I'm sure you'll do fine." My erection became less of a problem as I watched him look me over.
There was something about the look in his eye that told me it was more than a director looking over an actor's wardrobe. I couldn't find it in myself to be offended, after all he had done me a favor by deflating my not-so-little problem. I managed to exit the Pussy-mobile and walk around the front to join Bella and Mike in the short walk to the set. Bella had her arm wrapped around Mike's and she leaned into him to look over at me.
"He does look great, doesn't he, Mike?" Mike nodded approvingly and there was that look from him again. We were now in a more populated area, just outside the open double doors that led to set.
"And his hair. Laurent is a genius, wouldn't you say?" Bella grinned wickedly at me before shooting a look over to a tall, dark-skinned man with long dreadlocks.
"Magic, Laurent! You're pure magic!" Mike called out to a confused Laurent who half-waved in response. "Alright kids. Let's get this show on the road."
And with that we entered the soundstage to begin my screen test.
-0-0-0-
"I'm coming."
"I don't want you to come."
There was a brief moment of silence.
"Alright, now just give it to me nice and angry. Pissed. Think you can handle that, Eddie?"
Edward, Edward, Edward, you dumb fuck!
Outwardly I smiled politely at my clueless director.
Would you look at that? I'm already in character. I'm nice and pissed.
Turning my attention back to Bella, I tried not to smile at her expression. She was biting hard on her lip in an effort to stem the laughter that was threatening to burst forth from her gorgeous mouth. She swiftly turned on her heel, wiggling her ass a little at me as she reset to her original position in the scene.
"And… action!"
Quickly pulling myself together, I found it really easy to access the emotion that was anger.
"I'm coming." A slight growl seeped into my voice and when Bella turned she gave me her character's patented shocked expression but there was something simmering underneath it.
"I don't want you to come." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She was turned on. So turned on.
"Cut!" Mike yelled before peeking out from behind the monitor. "You okay, Bella? Need a drink or something?"
She shook her head and blushed deeply.
Bella blushes?
I couldn't resist. The blocking already had us standing quite close to one another. If I had been doing a scene with anyone other Bella it would've been awkward, but I'd been closer to her, I could handle the proximity. I leaned into her a bit as she turned her back to me to start the scene again.
"You don't sound so sure of yourself. I think you want me to come." I said in a low voice.
Bella didn't say anything in response but bumped me back to my spot with her ass. Damn it. I did not need to be hard on camera. I dropped my hands in front of my crotch in what I hoped was a casual stance.
"Action!"
"I'm coming." I kept the growl in my voice but waited until she turned to face me to bite into my lower lip.
"I don't want you to come." Her delivery was just as biting as mine. And her blush was definitely gone.
"Cut! Eric, can you check out that light over there. I got a shadow on this wall." And with that we were stopped again.
Bella was still facing me, her expression set in stone. This was her professional face. But since Eric was busy fiddling with the lighting, I figured we had a few seconds to spare. Maintaining the slight distance between us, I put a friendly smile on my face before speaking.
"I could cum just looking at you."
Bella's lips turned up in a similarly friendly smile. "Now where would the fun in that be?"
"I've got a good imagination. It could be fun enough."
"Why settle for fun enough?"
"It's either that or blue balls."
From a distance it probably looked like a pleasant conversation between co-workers. And while I was doing a good job appearing to be cool, I was definitely feeling a little warm. I wanted to glance at Lighting Guy Eric and see if he had adjusted the light so that it was shining directly on me now. But I knew taking my eyes from Bella's would be admitting some sort of defeat. And I was having fun with our little banter. She looked just as calm and cool as ever.
"And to think…"
"What's that?" I encouraged her to continue.
"Well, I was hoping to pop one of those balls in my mouth and roll it around and suck it hard before doing the same to the other. I'd be stroking that hard cock of yours with my hand while I sucked and nibbled your balls. Then I'd rub your pre-cum on my lips and lick it off. I'd tug on your balls while sucking you deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat-"
"Thanks Eric!" Cockblocker Mike called out. "Alright kids, back to one. And… action!"
I didn't even notice Bella turn her back to me, let alone Mike calling 'action.' In fact, I'm pretty sure at least an hour passed before I managed to squeak out my line.
"I'm coming."
"I'm sure you are." Bella had turned and was grinning wickedly at me. I was pretty sure I was doing something akin to drooling.
"Cut! Um, I don't that's the line, Bella. Ang… what's her line?"
The script supervisor, Angela, pushed her glasses up on her nose and glanced at the script in her hand. "The line is 'I don't want you to come.'"
"Oh of course! I'm so sorry, guys. We can do it again. Right, Eddie? You can do it again?" Bella said cheerfully before turning her back on me again.
My mind was reeling but one part of my anatomy was in complete agreement with Bella. He could do it again and again and again.
-0-0-0-
While the various takes were being edited together and thrown onto a demo reel, I had enough time to quickly change before being ushered to a town car that would allow me to personally hand deliver my demo reel to Mr. Jasper Whitlock.
I was psyched. This was it. The final step toward signing that contract. I couldn't say I was overly thrilled with the idea of becoming a part of the Disney tween star machine, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, the kids that rolled off the Disney assembly line usually had very prolific and lucrative careers ahead of them. So I considered this just the first step toward the fame and fortune I'd flown across the country in pursuit of.
Slipping into the back of the town car, I was surprised to find Bella sitting in the back seat. The door closed behind me and we started off before I could even question her. She held up a DVD and tossed it to me.
"Your reel. I thought I'd introduce you to Jasper, since you are my find."
"Not sure I could handle the meeting on my own?"
"No, you seem just fine at handling things on your own. Just trying to be professional. Besides I haven't seen Jasper in forever and he's got a soft spot for me. It'll be to your advantage to have me there."
"I don't doubt that. I think it'd be to my advantage to have you anywhere."
"Like here?" She held out her hands like she was showcasing prizes on 'The Price Is Right.' Glancing around the interior of the town car for the first time, I noticed a small fridge built into the wall. There were a couple of champagne glasses built into the console above it.
"Want a drink?" I motioned toward it but Bella shook her head.
"They don't stock alcohol when they send the car to our set. We're all underage."
She leaned forward in her seat, to throw open the fridge door. Gesturing again, she smiled brightly. "Milk and cookies."
I had to laugh. She was right. There was a container of milk in there with a box of cookies right next to it.
"Jasper's got a great sense of humor," she said sarcastically before using a foot to slam the door shut.
As she pulled her leg back under her butt, I noticed she had changed too. Her jeans looked painted on and even though her tank top was black, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I could make out the silver rings that adorned her nipples through the thin fabric.
"I can think of other things we can do on the ride." I scooted over a little closer to her.
"What did you have in mind, Eddie?" She leaned back and slid her hips smoothly on the leather seat so that they were now within my reach. Placing a hand on the bare skin of her stomach just under her shirt, I tugged on her waistband.
"Well didn't you promise to sit on my face earlier? Or maybe you just want me to fuck you with my fingers this time." I wiggled one finger into her pants but that was all that would fit.
"Fuck, Bella, these pants are tight."
"But they make my ass look good."
"Anything makes your ass look good." I groaned and removed my finger from her pants and settled for sliding my hand up to tease her nipples. I flicked the rings up and down, enjoying the moan that came forth from her.
It looked like I was going to meet the head of Disney with an erection, too. Maybe I could go for the hat trick and get a boner before meeting a producer too. At least Mike hadn't seemed to notice. Or if he did, he didn't mind. I wondered briefly if Jasper was gay too.
I have no idea why I was thinking about gay CEOs while my hands were on Bella's amazing tits, but the lack in concentration made me realize she moved a few seconds later. She was no longer sitting next to me and my hands were no longer enjoying her tits. Turning my head, I saw Bella getting nice and comfortable on her knees right in front of me. She leaned forward and snuck her tongue under the very bottom of my shirt. Licking at the skin just above my low-waisted jeans, my cock stirred and strained as if it was trying to get to her.
She bared those perfect teeth and before I could worry that she was going to bite me, she bit down on my fly and pulled the button loose. Her tongue flicked the zipper up and down, teasing me.
"Fuck, Bella. We're gonna be there before you suck me off."
"Oh Eddie, you're assuming two things." She lifted herself up a little, so she could run her hands under my shirt and up to my chest. Stroking slowly, she trailed one hand down to pull at my zipper.
"One. That LA doesn't have the world's worst traffic." The sound of my zipper coming down was loud but my cock immediately felt slightly relieved.
"And two?" I questioned, although I wasn't sure my cock or I wanted to hear what number two was.
"And two." Bella dipped back down and used her soft small hands to release my cock from my boxers. "Who said I'm going to suck you off?"
Still holding my cock, she stroked slowly up and down angling my cock towards my stomach. Shifting forward, she stuck her tongue out and cradled one of my balls on it.
"Fuuuuuuuck." It came out in one long groan.
She pulled my ball into her mouth and sucked in it while still stroking my long cock. Popping me from her mouth, she moved on to my other ball, giving it the same glorious treatment. Releasing me again, she looked at me from under her thick eyelashes.
"Do you remember the scene, Eddie? What comes next?"
Trying to find my voice, I exhaled. "My pre-cum on your lips."
"Right. Good boy." Using her hand to guide my cock, she used the small droplets that were leaking from my slit to paint her lips. She looked at me with her plump lips glistening from my pre-cum and I unconsciously bucked my hips towards her mouth.
"Mmm. This might just be my new favorite lip gloss." Bella hungrily licked her lips and I groaned deeply. Her hand resumed its pumping on my cock and slid closer and closer to the base before slipping to my balls. At the same time she started tugging lightly on my balls, she swallowed my cock into her mouth.
And she kept her promise. I hit the back of her throat on the first swallow. I almost came right then. Anxiously gripping her hair, I guided her to move slower, so I could savor this a little longer. I felt her smile around me and then hollow out her cheeks as she slowly sucked up and off of me. Drawing me back in, she twisted her head to the side, swirling her tongue around me, earning another loud grunt from me. She kept up the alternating twisting and swirling, stroking and tugging on my balls the whole time. My mind was reeling. I battled with my brain to keep my eyes open and on what she was doing. But it felt so good I had to sit back and enjoy it. Closing my eyes briefly, I reveled in the amazing sensation of her hands and mouth on me.
I let my hands fall to my thighs, letting her set the pace now but she pulled her mouth back and off of me completely instead. I opened my eyes to see her sitting up a little higher on her knees, her hands returning to my cock.
"I want your mouth, Bella. I'm so close."
She fisted one hand after another over my cock, starting at the head and working down to the base. The dragging sensation was bringing me closer, faster.
"I told you I wasn't going to suck you off, Eddie." Her hands changed direction, now squeezing and pulling from the base up to the head of my cock. Her hands slipped easily from the saliva she coated my cock in and I watched as she licked her lips hungrily.
"It looks like you want another taste. Go ahead," I urged her with a thrust of my hips. Her eyes grew dark and she plunged forward, sucking just my head. Keeping pace with her hands, her mouth popped up and over my head again and again. But too soon, she was pulling off of me again. She moved her hands up to the head of my cock and rapidly twisted one after another over just the very tip of me.
"Fuck, Bella, fuck, Bella, fuck, Bella."
I felt her skin press against my cock as she leaned over my body, her lips close to my face.
"I'm gonna hold you to that. Later." She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I could taste myself on her. She continued working my head with her tight little hands but when she pulled back I could see her tank top had dropped just below her tits. She lowered her hands to the base of my cock again and pressed my head in hard circles around her taut nipples. The mixture of pre-cum and her saliva now had her tits shining with moisture too and I did my best to reach forward and flick those rings again.
"So good, Bella. I'm so close. Close."
Once again, she pulled away. Her hands left me. Swiftly I grabbed my cock and continued the fisting.
Where the fuck is she going?
"Just to get this, Eddie. Anxious?"
Damn the brain filter again.
Bella turned to me with one of the champagne glasses in her hand. I had no idea what that was for but she put her free hand back on my cock, pushing my hand out of the way. She kept the pace and pressure I had set. Not wavering she lifted herself up to perch on the very end of my spread knees. I had a great view of her wide open legs but she was just far enough away that I couldn't reach her. Sure, her pants were tight, but they were thin.
I bet I could stroke that pussy enough to get her to cum in her pants.
"Now, now, Eddie. I'm trying to keep you from getting all messy. You wouldn't want me to go into a meeting soaking wet, would you?"
Fuck, yes I would.
Pretty sure she could either read my mind or I was saying all my thoughts out loud, I knew she'd hear that. I did want her soaking wet in the meeting. I wanted her wet all the time. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, tightening quickly. Without missing a beat, Bella turned her hand on my cock so that her fingers were along the bottom of my shaft. Brushing her thumb across my sensitive head every time she pulled her hand forward, she brought her other hand with the champagne glass to the end of my cock.
What the fuck was she doing.
That was the last thought I had before I was coming hard. Bella milked my cock, pulling the cum out and into the champagne glass, filling a quarter of it. When my cock was twitching and slowly softening, she lifted herself off of my knees and lifted the glass to me.
"Here's to you, Eddie."
She hadn't missed a drop. Sitting down next to me, I managed to put myself back together and zip up while she adjusted her tank top. Suddenly the car stopped. After a minute my door opened and the driver spoke. "We're here."
I turned to Bella, offering her a hand out of the car. But she was emerging from the fridge, chocolate chip cookie in hand. My eyes opened wide in disbelief as I watched her dip the side of the cookie into the champagne glass before lifting it to her lips.
Humming in pleasure, she chewed the cum-dipped cookie before swallowing loudly.
"Yum. You can't beat milk and cookies."
She popped the rest of the cookie into her mouth and placed the champagne glass back on the console before climbing over me and out of the car.
-0-0-0-
Jasper Whitlock's office was on the top floor of an office downtown. Actually it was the top floor. The downtown area seemed far removed from Hollywood. The buildings seemed better suited to banks, insurance companies and attorneys. But inside the heavy oak doors, his office was all Hollywood. All of the major awards filled glass display cases built into the walls.
The man himself was sitting behind an oversized desk in an equally oversized chair. Mr. Whitlock was tall and had a sturdy build, his physical presence matched his office. Despite being pretty old, he was at least fifty, I could see that he might still pass for good looking. My mom would probably love him. He had wavy blond hair and blue eyes set into a face that had enough wrinkles to make it look "seasoned" or "experience," as my mom would likely say.
Bella had skipped into the room ahead of me, dragging me by the hand. Mr. Whitlock had been on the phone but abruptly hung up when he saw us walk in. A bright smile stretched across his face as he stood and embraced Bella when she was close enough.
"Bella, darling, it's been too long." He spotted me standing just inside the doorway. "This would be your new leading man, I presume?" Keeping one arm around Bella's shoulders, Mr. Whitlock outstretched a hand to me.
I strode forward purposefully and firmly shook his hand.
"Jasper, this is Eddie."
Damn it with the Eddie again. I've got to remember to introduce myself before Bella next time.
Mr. Whitlock narrowed his eyes at Bella before looking back to me. "Edward Cullen. It's nice to meet you."
He finally released my hand and Bella playfully straightened his tie.
"Why so formal? Bella, Eddie, Jazzy." She motioned to each of us as she ran through the list of nicknames. Mr. Whitlock shook his head in response but a smile still played on his face. Returning to his chair, he motioned for us to sit.
I sat directly in front of his desk, but Bella chose to perch on the arm of my chair.
"Are you as fond of Bella's nicknames as I am, Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Whitlock propped his elbows onto his desk.
"Just about, Mr. Whitlock." I smiled back. Bella pouted at both of us and crossed her arms across her chest in a huff. From my angle I could appreciate the boost her arms gave to her tits, but I had to concentrate on this meeting first.
Placing the DVD on his desk, I started my pitch. "Mr. Whitlock, I would love to opportunity to work for your company. I've been a fan of the show for quite some time and have always admired the work you've put forward. Even more so, I've felt that you have a talent for turning your performers into A-list Hollywood power players. I would be honored to have the privilege of working for you."
Mr. Whitlock turned the DVD case over in his hands, watching me. I racked my brain for anything else I might say but came up blank. I didn't want to push the sycophant act too far. Finally his eyes shifted to Bella and then back to me.
"I'll tell you, Mr. Cullen, I'm not likely to get around to viewing your test reel anytime soon. But… I'm not worried. I spoke with Mike earlier and he had nothing but good things to say about you. You are clearly a good looking guy, marketability is one of our key points of interest. You have that cornered. And well, Bella hand picked you. She's ruthless, meticulous and very, very particular."
Check, check and double check.
"So, if she wants you…so do I." Bella's low snicker almost made me lose it. But then I processed what he was saying.
"You- you would, sir?"
"Sure, son. We run a tight ship around here. I'm willing to take you on faith and the trust that Bella and Mike have put in you. Do you have an agent or a manager?"
"No sir."
"Well, I'll place you with one of our managers and they'll set up meetings with agents for you."
Bella quickly interrupted. "I'm sure Carlisle-"
"Bella." Mr. Whitlock shot her a warning look. "Let's not push it." She started to say something but he held up his hand and turned back to me.
"As I was saying, we run a tight ship. You slip up once and you're out. And I can make life very difficult for you. So, my advice? Don't mess up."
"I won't, Mr. Whitlock. Thank you so much for the opportunity."
We stood at the same time and shook hands again. Bella bounced up from the chair and danced around the desk to grab Mr. Whitlock in a giant hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jazzy! You won't regret it!"
He pulled back and beamed at her. "Care to talk pleasure now?"
"Always." Her eyes gleamed.
What the-
Mr. Whitlock turned to me. "Bella's birthday party is being held in Vegas over the weekend. I trust you're available to be seen with her at the event?"
I nodded and he turned back to her. He looked at her like a daughter. You could see how much he loved and cared for her.
"You're gonna be there right, Jazz?" Bella blinked her big eyes up at him.
"Aww, sweetie, you're breaking my heart. You know I'd love to be there."
"It won't be the same without you."
"That's sweet of you to say, honey. Untrue, but sweet."
She pouted and he put a hand to her chin, lifting her head.
"This'll be his first public outing. And you know the place will be papped out. I expect you to make a proper introduction of him to your fans."
"It'll be a night he'll never forget."
No doubt about that.
Mr. Whitlock chuckled lowly and placed a kiss on Bella's cheek before released her.
"Business first, Bella, business first. Then pleasure."
"Always, Jasper."
Mr. Whitlock's phone beeped and two of the red lights on it started blinking. Bella and I were already standing and I took it the meeting was over. Bella's hand closing around my wrist confirmed my thought. We started for the door and I vaguely waved to Mr. Whitlock. I felt a little awkward just leaving like that. Bella had one foot out the door when Mr. Whitlock called out to her.
"Oh Bella! Happy 18th Birthday, darling!"
She wasn't 18 yet?
Fuck.
A/N: No s-e-ex but a little oral never hurt anyone, right? ;) As this is chapter 2, you might have noticed that if you review you shall receive... so let me know if you want more of these two. And what you want to read... Bella's birthday party, Edward's first day on set, movie premieres, etc, etc... just let me know and I'll see what I can come up with!
I've got another little story over on Twilighted called "The Secret of My Success" (under the same penname: up2late) that I'll eventually get to posting here, in the meantime give it a read if you get a chance. It's a WIP and slightly more mature than this little piece of fluff... but I like my fanfic relatively angst-free and citrusy, just so you know what to expect.
One final thing... did anyone else watch the break-up forest scene in "New Moon" (that I recycled here), hear those couple of lines of dialogue and go someplace dirty really fast? Please tell me it wasn't just me!