Author's Note: In case you recognize the lyrics, it's from Craig David's 'Follow Me.'

And while this chapter does not contain sexual content…well, actually it does, lol, it does contain mature content.

To Stratusfied, um…hmm…I'm just going to back slowly away from the computer...lol

Vera.

Two weeks later….

Trish was getting ready to release a single from her upcoming album entitled, Pure Stratusfaction. She and Columbia Records decided that the first single should reflect how Trish is feeling, rather than current radio airplay. If that's the case, we might as well release a song called Fuck Me Hard, Trish quipped.

Since Dave was going to be her co-star and she needed to release her obvious sexual tension, she chose the perfect first single. It was called, "Follow Me." It definitely reflected how Trish was feeling and Dave being her co-star was going to help relieve a lot of sexual feelings. Or create them.

As Dave arrived on the set, he was surprised to see what was in store. He was in a loft that was surrounded by candles. In a corner, there was a bathroom that had a bubble bath drawn with more candles and in another corner, a bedroom set with the same décor. This is going to be fun.

Dave was quickly prepped in a small dressing area. He was instructed to change into a barely-there flesh toned thong bikini. He was given a robe to wear whenever he didn't have to shoot a scene. Meanwhile, he was being treated like a first-class celebrity. He was offered refreshments and whatever else he needed to be comfortable. This is great.

"Are you ready for the scene?" The director asked Dave.

"Sure. What scene is it?"

"You and Trish are going to be in the tub."

Hell yes. "Sure, I'm ready."

"Good, follow me." The director led Dave to the Jacuzzi-type tub. "I'm going to need you sit in the tub and Trish will be out in a second."

Dave quickly disrobed and sat inside the bubble bath. It was actually very relaxing with the candles surrounded it and the lavender scent. He was truly enjoying himself until he saw Trish appear from the curtains. She walked over to the tub.

"Having fun?" Trish asked.

"I would be having more if you were in here with me." Dave said.

"I will be in a second." Trish looked at the director. "Should I disrobe now?"

"Yes, go ahead."

Trish took off her robe and Dave's mouth was wide open. Trish was wearing a flesh-colored thong and pasties. And that was it.

"Trish, go ahead and get in the tub with Dave. Make sure you're comfortable."

Trish stepped inside the tub. "The scene calls that I have to be on top of you and we're simulating sex. You know this, right?"

"Yeah, I read the scene. So how does one simulate sex?"

"Well.." Trish sat down on Dave's lap. "You feel where my crotch is? I'm on your knee."

"That's not my knee." Dave chuckled.

Trish laughed. "I bet it isn't."

"So do we simulate kissing as well?" Dave asked.

"No, we kiss, but it has to be realistic. It can't be fake."

"I'm sure we both can be pretty realistic with our lips, hmm?"

"I bet."

The director walked over to the pair. "Okay, I'm sure the choreographer has went over on how the scene should be, right?"

"Yes." Both Dave and Trish nodded.

"Okay, let's film!" The director hurried out of the shot. "And action!"

As the music started to play, Dave and Trish began to simulate the passionate sex they were supposed to have in a bubble bath. Trish's breasts were strategically covered with bubbles while her bare back was exposed. The scene called for Trish to pretend that she was riding Dave while she captured his lips in a kiss. As they began to plant kisses on each other, Dave and Trish were caught up with each other. The soft kisses became more passionate as the pair began to play with each other's tongues. And Trish was feeling more aroused by the second.

The next scene called for Trish to exchange positions. Trish was leaning against Dave's chest as he planted kisses on her neck. While it wasn't a part of the script, Dave cupped Trish's breasts and he also began to lick her neck. And the lyrics of the song were the perfect backdrop.

In your letter it said you wanted to talk to me/That you're missing my loving/Asking am I gonna give it to ya /He said I like the way you put it down on me me baby/That there's nothing more he'd rather do, do than/Follow me follow me to my bedroom

While some actors complained about how uncomfortable love scenes are, Trish was becoming too aroused to notice. While she was supposed to be sitting on Dave's thigh simulating sex, Trish was actually grinding against his shaft, which was becoming harder and harder by the second.

"Cut! Wow, that was steamy! Okay, people! Let's go to the bedroom scene!" The director said.

Trish looked up at Dave. "How are you feeling?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Dave smiled.

Trish stood up inside the bathtub. "I hope you don't poke someone with that."

"Actually I was hoping that I do." Dave said suggestively.

Trish laughed. "I'll meet you in the bedroom." She then slipped on a robe and headed towards the bedroom set.

Making sure that no one saw his obvious hard-on, Dave carefully got out of the tub and slipped on his robe. He made his way toward the bedroom set where Trish was once again being prepped. The next scene called for Dave to be on top of Trish and he would be lying if he didn't admit that he looked forward to that.

Dave disrobed again and got in-between the sheets. He was instructed by the choreographer on what he should do and then he waited for Trish's anticipated return. When she did enter the bedroom scene, her hair was down and she was just as beautiful as before.

"Are you ready for this?" Trish said.

"I am if you are."

If you only knew. "Let's get started."

Once everyone was in place, the director quickly began filming again. While Dave was instructed to "hump" Trish's thigh, he was very much in-between her legs. And Trish did not mind one bit. As the scene called for a kiss, Dave and Trish could no longer contain their lust for each other as the closed-mouth kiss became an open one.

Trish caressed Dave's back as he once again dived at her neck. While the director and his staff were complimenting Trish on how real her facial expressions were, little did they know that she was not acting. She didn't need to. Dave was giving the pleasure she needed and she didn't care if it was in front of ten other people.

"Alright, cut! That's enough for right now. Let's say we take about a two-hour lunch, everyone?" The director suggested as he looked around to see everyone nodding in agreement. "Okay, let's start shooting again in a couple hours."

"Dave and I are going to rehearse some more of the love scene for a little bit." Trish said to the director.

"Okay, but don't rehearse too much. I want it be natural." The director said as he walked out.

Dave and Trish remained in the position they were in and watched everyone clear out of the closed set. "How are you feeling?" Trish asked.

Dave looked down at her. "Trish, the only thing that is stopping me from fucking your brains out is this thong I'm wearing."

Trish looked up at Dave. He was still on top of her. Trish thought to herself over and over if she was sure about what she was going to tell him. But she decided that if she didn't, she was going to make a huge mistake. But if she did tell him, she was also making a huge mistake. But my body needs him and needs him now.

"Take it off." She suggested.

Dave looked at Trish in disbelief. "Are you sure? Because once I get started…"

"Do you want to talk or fuck?" Trish huffed.