Author's Note: This chapter contains strong sexual content. Yep, there's a little smut...lol

Vera.

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"Well? Are you going to keep chit-chatting or give me what I want?" Trish asked.

Dave smiled. That's my girl. He slipped his thong off while Trish took hers off. Dave was ready to slide inside Trish until the both of them heard a noise.

"Is that the door opening?" Trish asked.

"Trish? Dave?" Stephanie called out.

"Isn't this just my fucking luck." Dave muttered as he rolled off Trish.

"Just a sec, Steph. We're getting dressed in here." Trish quickly got out of bed and slipped on a robe.

Dave rolled over on his side and propped some pillows near his crotch so Stephanie wouldn't see the obvious hard-on. "Not quite how I imagined how the scene would end."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing that she interrupted us." Trish said as she tied her robe.

"I know you don't mean that." Dave replied.

Trish glanced over at Dave. The way he was casual laying on his side made her want to take off her robe and attack him. But Stephanie was only a few feet away. "I'll be right back."

Stephanie scurried over to Trish and hugged her once she appeared. "Soooo….how's everything going?"

"Everything is going great. We're ahead of schedule and Dave is being an absolute professional." Trish complimented.

"Good to hear." Stephanie looked around the set. "Are you?"

I was until five minutes ago. "Yes. He's married, Steph."

"I know that. I'm just not sure if you know that." Stephanie said. "I mean, I see a bathtub and rose petals strewn about. And I'm pretty sure behind those curtains is a bed. Where's Dave?"

"He's in the bed." Trish said.

Stephanie's mouth dropped. "I hope you two weren't…"

"No, we weren't." Thanks for interrupting us.

"Are you sure? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"It was your idea that he starred in my video."

"And I want to make sure that whatever sexual tension you guys have will end here at the set. I don't want you to get hurt again, Trish."

"Well, thank you for looking out for me, Steph, but I got this one."

"So where's Dave? I want to say hi to him." Stephanie looked around.

"Dave, Stephanie is here." Trish yelled to him. And I hope you're soft now.

Within a few moments, Dave appeared from the curtain that separated the bedroom set wearing a robe and carrying a small pillow that covered his still-hard member. "Good afternoon, Stephanie."

"Good afternoon. How is everything going?"

Everything was going just fine until you showed up. "Great! Trish is an absolute professional and she's been teaching me some of the ins and outs of the music business."

Oh, I wanted to teach you some ins and outs, alright, Trish thought.

"Good to hear. Well, I'm about to head out now. I just wanted to see how everything was going." Stephanie smiled. "I'll talk to you guys later." She then left the set.

"And I'm so not horny anymore." Trish sat down on a nearby stool.

"I'm sure I can change your mind." Dave stood in front of Trish.

Trish looked up at Dave. She was exactly eye-level with his groin area and he knew what she wanted. Dave was practically daring Trish to open his robe and sample a taste. Trish pulled Dave closer to her and slowly began to open his robe but he stopped her.

"No, allow me." Dave motioned Trish to stand up.

Trish followed Dave's instruction and he kneeled down. He opened Trish's robe and exposed her. He kissed Trish's navel ring and the surrounding areas as he held onto her waist. He then moved down what he referred to as "the landing strip," the small patch of hair on Trish's mound.

"Cute." Dave commented.

Trish was trying to gather her breath. "Thank you."

Seeing Trish in a most vulnerable moment gave Dave an idea. "Do you mind if I try something?"

Trish was instantly hesitant. "What are you going to try?"

"Trust me on this one." Dave nudged Trish to spread her legs on just slightly. "You might want to use the stool for leverage."

"Really? And why's that?" Trish looked down at him.

Before Dave could answer, he brushed his index finger against Trish's nub and she immediately let out a soft moan. As Dave hinted that she would, Trish placed her left foot on top of the stool as Dave kept caressing her clit.

"You like that, baby?" Dave teased.

"Oh God yes." Trish moaned.

As Dave progressed, Trish felt pleasure that she had not experienced in a long time. Ever since her break-up with Jeff, Trish has been celibate for the most part. She only masturbated when she could no longer tolerate being aroused. But now she had a man pleasuring her and he was doing a damn good job at it.

Dave kept caressing Trish's nub softly as she was having an incredibly hard time to remain still. Her body instinctively began to ride Dave's fingers while she held onto his shoulders.

"Dave…" Trish called out.

"Mmm…you want more?" Dave whispered.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure…"Dave teased. "You haven't agreed to be my mistress."

"Dave, please…."

"Give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

Trish was finding it incredibly hard to keep her impending orgasm under control. While she knew that sleeping with a married man was wrong, right about now she really didn't care. He had something that she wanted and he was making her work for it.

"Yes, I'll be your mistress." Trish moaned.

"What was that?" Dave began to work Trish's nub faster.

Trish felt her body shake as began to moan louder. "I'll do it now just make me cum!"

Dave smiled as he kept rubbing Trish until her body climaxed. She screamed while she held steady onto Dave's shoulders with her hands. After a few moments of catching her breath, Trish sat on the stool while Dave still kneeled in front of her and whispered in her ear.

"Now if I can do that with my fingers, just imagine what I can do to you with other parts of my body."