"Cut!" Mike's voice cuts authoritatively through the noise and chatter of the set, and he strides over to Micky, his eyes sharp with irritation. I sigh from the spot I'm sitting, and adjust my garter. Production on what amalgamation the four made during a drug session a couple years ago has been surprisingly hard work.

As for why I'm even on set, the four had approached Ralph with a few thousand and essentially begged for myself and some of my coworkers to be allowed to dance as part of the movie. He had accepted the deal eagerly, with the caveat that I choreograph the scene with the intent of having the dance enter the rotation at work as well. Ralph had told me the movie would be good for the club since it would be a good way to cross-promote. I simply accepted the work since I thought it would be a fun and easy side project to do. After all, I had listened to the track as soon as they finished it, and it was one of my favorite tracks.

Mike gently touches my shoulder, and I start a bit. I'm still really nervous on set, and I don't like how sterile it feels here. It's a much different vibe than I'm used to, and I feel constantly on guard. Men in suits watching here unsettles me more than normal, but I soldier through. Mike's voice is surprisingly gentle, and he smiles a little as he talks, "Just wanted to say you did beautifully, everyone on my side of the camera was pretty shocked at how well y'all did every time. 'Course I knew."


Mike often would tag along to the practice studio when I'd go to choreograph or teach the others once I finished choreographing. He would bring water and snacks for everyone, and generally stayed out our way. I asked him about why he wanted to watch, and he shrugged as he answered frankly, "I know pretty well how music is made, but I don't know a damn thing about how dancin' is done. The rest of us either did entertainment before or Peter just watched and he told me it's worth seein'. He was very right."

Davy nods from his spot on the cushions and gently runs his hand up my leg, "Of course she did, while she may have run those girls harder than you work us, she worked herself at least twice as hard." I give Davy an embarrassed glance, but turn back to Mike, "If it's ok with the director and the crew, I think a 15 minute break might let Micky re-focus, we've done this five times already. After that break, we can do it as many times as it takes for it to look right." Mike nods, and makes his way over to the other directors. I get the impression he's proud of how hard I'm working, but I don't dwell on it.

While Mike is talking to them, Davy shifts a little bit, his fingers tapping against my leg impatiently. He does that every so often if we're out somewhere and he wants to go somewhere quieter. It started as a way for me to tell him that I was getting overwhelmed by a lot of people in public, but he's adopted the practice as well.I look at him and lean against his arm, keeping my voice low, " You can probably go, the bigwigs can't keep you here." He looks agitated and then manages to meet my eyes. I'm surprised at how flustered he looks, since almost nothing seems to phase him. His voice is quiet as he leans into me conspiratorially, "If they let us on a break, meet me at the dressing room. I um, I have a favor to ask of you."

This I'm intrigued by, I do have a hunch about what exactly his favor is, but you never know with those four. Mike sharply whistles and announces the start of the break, so I get to find out if I'm right. The crew and extras rush off to the cafeteria, excited by the prospect of food. I notice Peter and my co-workers walking by, my co-workers casting me appreciative glances. Micky is just as dreamy as normal as he watches me, and I get the impression he really wanted to say something to me.


Micky's chance doesn't come as Davy gets up and extends a hand to me, knowing full well I hardly need it. I get up and put my hand in his, my skirt swirling around me. He bows a little and gently presses a kiss against my knuckles, looking at me through his bangs and lashes. I roll my eyes at him a little, but I can't disguise the smile that crosses my face. I know instinctively Davy's just doing this to piss off Micky, but there's something genuine to the way he does it. Davy smiles back at me and straightens up, snaking his other arm around my waist and escorts me out of the room.

I turn to Davy once we're out of earshot, a little surprised as I talk, "Jeez you didn't have to lay it on so thick back in there y'know." He pauses and looks surprisingly humbled, his voice quiet, "I kinda got jealous with Micky practically having his jaw on the ground at you with each take and Mike coming on over and comforting you. I guess it's payback for me dancing with Toni and getting kissed by Anette, huh?" I smile a little and shrug, more amused than anything, "The great Davy Jones getting jealous? Unheard of. You know just as well as I do that Mike is more interested in how I do my job than anything else, and well Micky simply has to pull himself together. You dancing with Toni and getting kissed by Anette is part of your job. I've made peace with that." He nods, and gently squeezes my hand, contemplating something as we walk.

Once at the dressing room, he sighs and sits on the chaise tucked in the corner, his body visibly more relaxed. I smile and get my robe on, covering myself up slightly. The robe is short, and doesn't cover my legs, but I don't really care. Some coverage is better than none, after all.


The room doesn't have a whole lot of light in there currently, what with the mirrors and overheads being turned off. I find it soothing after the harsh brightness of the set, if not a little hard to adjust to. I sit down next to Davy, and he sighs and smiles, laying his head down on my lap. He smiles and gently grabs my chin, and I smile as I lean down to kiss him. Being Davy means being one of the most dramatic men I've met, so he pulls me down and kisses me like a man starved. I have to practically push him away from me to regain my breath.

Once I regain it, I smile and gently play with Davy's hair a little. I let my fingers also gently trace his jaw, and the deep breaths he takes confirm my guess on why he wanted to go here. I smile at him, and keep my voice quiet as I speak, "You don't have to ask, I'll help you out if you want me to." I carefully slip myself out from underneath him, and in a flash sit on my feet in front of where he's laying down.

He looks surprised, then it shifts to sheepishness. He nods, and sits up, letting his legs cage me in slightly. He leans over and gently touches my face in reverent disbelief as he speaks, "I never thought I'd get to do this honestly. I've wanted to do something like this for months, especially with the costume. I didn't ask since I didn't want you to get in trouble at work in case things get too…" He turns red as he tries to put his thoughts into tactful words, "... Messy." I grin up at him and decide not to ask the question on my mind, instead letting my hands wander on his thighs.


He huffs and grabs my wrists, growling slightly as his voice sounds commanding, "Stop messing around and hurry up!" I flinch a little bit initially at his tone, and he instantly lets go of my wrists. He leans close to me and gingerly lifts my chin up so my eyes meet his regretful expression.

He sounds concerned and earnest as he apologizes, "I'm sorry, I know how you feel about that. I wasn't thinking. Oh and if you are worried about someone buzzin' in the middle of things, we are on break and everyone knows I hate nothing more than to get bugged about something off shift." I nod and give him a soft kiss, signaling my acceptance of his apology. He smiles and gently strokes my hair as he breaks the kiss, his eyes meeting mine for a second.

I nod briefly and gently slip his pants down, then rest my hands on his hips as I look up at him. He nods, his voice lower with desire, yet still soft, "Good girl, you are listening. Go ahead my dear." I don't need to be told twice, and I carefully slip his boxers down. I wink up at Davy and lick at my lips nervously. I'm by no means great at not choking still, and it honestly freaks me out. He gently pets my hair and it's pretty obvious that he's trying to reassure me about this. A kind gesture for the one that can breathe during this, but I digress.


I take a few deep breaths and gently wrap my mouth around the head. I begin to bob my head, making sure I give the head solid licks as I go. He groans and growls, I can barely make out words, only picking out two,"You're good…" His muscles tense as he tries not to buck into my mouth, whimpering a little bit. I gradually take more of him in my mouth and my eyes water at some points, which is to be expected. I appreciate he isn't trying to move in my mouth though.

He gently wipes away any tears with his thumb, his voice lower and shaky. "G-good girl, take it nice and easy. No need to choke now." I nod, and once I get all of him in my throat I start humming aimlessly. My eyes sparkle in amusement as I watch him squirm and pant. After a few minutes of figuring out the right spot to hum around and my throat adjusting, he lets out a groan and grips my head.


His voice is unintentionally squeaky as he begs, his eyes closing, "Please darling please I need to move badly, you'll let me do that, right?" I look at him and nod slightly, amused. I already know I enjoy hearing him beg very much. He starts out slow and careful, moans and curses leak from his mouth as he thrusts in my mouth. A high pitched squeak comes from him as he gains some speed, his eyes closing. It's still careful and not too fast, he really doesn't want to deal with choking. He thrusts a few more times down my throat and on the last one, he presses me to the base and with shaky hands begs, "Please, suck as hard as you can darling."
I smile and do my best, breathing through my nose as I suck. I watch his face shift in pleasure in an expression I can't help but etch into my memory. He moans loudly as he feels himself cum down her throat, the thought of warning her evaporating from his thoughts.
Once he's done, he smiles shakily and slips himself out of my mouth, blushing brightly as a long strand of saliva comes from my lips. "There, good girl. Breathe." I grin hazily back at him, trying to breathe through my mouth. He slips his boxers and pants back on and stands up, his eyes unfocused. He shakes his head and blinks a little, and seems to come down from his high. He smiles down at me and gently strokes my hair as he murmurs to me, "You did great, I'll grab you a water and a sandwich from the fridge. Just sit on the couch for me, alright?" I smile and peck his cheek once I stand up.


As he hems and haws over the tiny fridge in the corner of the room, a benefit of being a celebrity, I sink down onto the couch. My mind seems to tear around the space inside my skull, it's hard sometimes for me to believe my own situation. Especially when it includes sucking off a big-time celebrity and he enjoyed it.
I'm easily snapped out of my thoughts when Davy returns with a sandwich and drink and sits on my lap. As I carefully drink and eat, his arms are wrapped around me, and his cheek is on my chest as he watches me with an unmasked gaze of adoration. Once I'm done, he presses a kiss where he can reach and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "I love you." He's soon out like a light, leaving me to cover him with a blanket and lay back for around another five minutes.