WeaverWorld dot com

Ricky visits friend on set

RW was spotted on set of pal Jack Brewer's new show, Bridge Crossing. RW and his friend were seen hanging out with other actors on set. Check out the picture gallery.

rw4ever: see, I told you he would be on the show!

weavermagic: mb just a visit? where is kim?

caitweaver: she is in Seaford. I saw her at the dojo. her dad was there too.


Kickforthewin: [picture of JB from the set.] Check out the tats and abs. So hot!

jbgirl: I can't! omg, look at that! bad boy Brewer!

bbelt: I know... how does Kim function around all this? I'd be a drooling mess all the time.


After Jack's surprise visit, and his hasty return to the set, things suddenly sped up again.

The network wanted promotional posters and Kim was scheduled to go back to LA for a photo shoot. This was a good news, because she would be reunited with Jack and they would not have to sneak around to spend more time together. Now that the buzz about the show was picking up steam, she was asked a lot by fans and followers about the show and she found herself spending more time on social media. She was contacted by the network's PR team and they had one of the most interesting conversation in her memory. It was all about the spin and image and promotion of certain aesthetic. It was fascinating only because it would have helped when Kim was trying to ditch the love triangle rumors, but now it felt unnecessary. They did not outright ask her to lie or conceal anything, but it was understood that they wanted her to fall in line with their ideas for the show promotion.

She was still mulling that conversation in her head, when she was contacted by Bobby. It seemed that his recent showing at the award and general popularity because of the father-daughter rumors, generated some serious interest and he was being interviewed for one of the martial arts specialty publications. He wanted to clear with Kim what she would be comfortable with. Of course, the magazine would die for pictures of the two of them, but Bobby was circumspect and did not want to interfere with Kim's life any more than he already had. It was nice of him and the timing of the call was almost serendipitous, because Kim already had conversation with the network about the show promotion. Interview with Bobby, even if she was not present, would necessarily involve questions about her, her boyfriend and their TV-show...

Part of her wanted nothing to do with the promotion of the show through her personal social media. It was not meant for that and she really wanted to keep its focus as it was before: volunteer work, cheerleading and karate. But she also understood that that life was not possible for much longer. She was not just a no-name associated with the rich and famous anymore. Somehow, in the last several months her life became so different and she herself became recognizable and news-worthy. Moreover, she was now an actress with a legitimate job and wasn't promotion part of any actor's job? And if she agreed with this notion, then how much of her life would she want to be affected by this promotional duties? She wrestled with this again and again, seemingly with no solution in sight.

She was scheduled to come to LA in one week's time and she decided to talk to Jack then. Bobby's interview would involve him as well. It would be fair if they hashed it out.

When Kim arrived on the set to meet Jack before the photo shoot, she was immediately dragged to the producers. She barely had time to squeak hi to others and was suddenly in front of the producers and the creative director. There was a woman sitting there as well, whom Kim have not met before.

"Uhm... Hello everyone. How can I help you?" she stuttered out quickly. See, good manners would always save the day.

"Yes, Kim, please meet Angela Weber. She is our PR person for the show from the network."

"You've talked to one of my employees. Nice to meet you, Kim." The woman was sharply dressed and had a look of being a ball-buster.

Kim nodded to that. Right, so this was about the spin. OK.

"First of all, show matters. We heard that song by you - Black Moon was it? - and we want to use it for the opening credits of the show. We need to know who wrote it, who recorded, everything." The creative director said with a pen ready.

Kim needed a second to process that... How? How did they get their hands on it?

She did not realize she said it out loud, because one of the producers said, "Jack played it on set and we overheard. It's moody and dark, and has a hard edge to it. We like it. It would suit the show."

Jack played it on set? Oh, that was sweet. He played her song to himself... Kim was momentarily taken with the romanticism of it. Seeing everyone's expectant faces, she shook her head to clear the mushy thoughts out of it. Right, the song...

"It is just a demo. The song-writer is relatively new to this. She gave me this song and I recorded it with Ricky's band for the demo."

"And you have no contract with any particular label right now?"

Kim just shook her head.

There was some sort of conversation going on between the producers involving hushed words like contract, records, its better that way. Finally they turned to her and one of them said, "We would need to look at the copyright laws, but I think we can go ahead and approve the song and you as the singer for the opening credits."

He nodded at her once and thee left the room, leaving Kim with Angela.

"Kim, we are in the peculiar situation with the show and your relationship with Jack. On the one hand, its great publicity and you guys already have built in fan base. On the other, you characters are not romantic interests to each other and we don't want your personal relationship to distract from the show."

Kim nodded understanding the situation. "So, what is your solution?"

"Well, for starters, we would like to minimize the amount of scenes you two would have onscreen. We also would like to limit the amount of time you do the promotional stuff together. You are not one of the leads in the show, so it should not be surprising that you are not seen doing this with others. Obviously, what you do in private is your own business. I appreciate that you and Jack have not been very outspoken about the two of you in press or social media."

"So, in other words, I would be invisible in promotional stuff, separated from Jack on set, but otherwise we can continue as we were?"

Angela nodded slowly.

"OK, what about interviews?" At Angela's raised eyebrows Kim added, "Bobby Wasabi was asked for an interview and he fully expects to be asked about me, Jack and the show."

"Bobby is your father, right?"

"More like a celebrity dad. He isn't my father, but the press seems to be convinced that he is. We are good friends and he sometimes likes to play with them and imply that I am his daughter."

"This is going to be in a specialty publication, right?" At Kim's nod, Angela went on, "I think it's OK if he talks about you and the show."

They left at that and Kim was finally free go back to kiss Jack hello.

He and Daniel were in the middle of the fight sequence and Kim sat back quietly to observe. Jamie came up to her and whispered, "Daniel is good, but Jack is so much better. I hear you drop kicked Daniel for your audition."

Kim grinned. "I did, but it wasn't an audition. I was here to visit Jack and Daniel was trash talking. So we sparred and the director saw it. And now, here I am."

"Daniel is an ass and deserves all the butt kicking. Asshole..."

"Oh... Did he try something?"

"He would not dare with others around, but he likes to talk like he is such a player..."

"I can always drop kick him again..."

"Thanks. I might take you on that. You want to hang out sometime? We are, like, the only girls on set. I miss talking about things other than football and fast cars."

Kim grinned at this. She could use a girl friend in LA.


The photo shoot was another experience that looked glamorous and exciting, but was a lot of weirdness and work up close. Kim was asked to assume strange poses and keep unnatural expressions. Of course, that was not how the photographer directed her. He said things like, look thoughtful, move your shoulder - you are concerned and defensive, slide forward and cross your legs, yes, I need the pout, where is the pout?, and so on and so forth. Kim was blind from flashes and completely lost any sensation in her face from all the contortions. She only hoped that it was all worth it.

Jamie had a similar experience, only she was asked to be sweet and then look afraid.

Still, her and Jamie's parts were nothing compared to what Jack had to go through. He was dressed, undressed, and redressed several times. He was asked to pose in a way that accentuated his abs, his arm muscles, he was asked to make several Karate jumps - like the chest strike and dragon kick. The entire time Jack was quietly getting more and more frustrated. Kim could see it easily enough. His eyes hardened, his jaw clenched tight, his fists would flex into fists sporadically. More tellingly, he long ago stopped being easy going and polite. His speech was nothing more than grunts of agreement and sometimes not even that.

It was bad. Last time she saw Jack in such a mood, he ended up dangling from the side of the building, picking fights with actual princes of entire countries and more recently, fighting with Ricky in Bobby's library.

In between the takes, when Jack was asked to get undressed yet again, Kim sidled over to him and helped him with the buttons of his shirt. She made sure to smooth hands over his exposed skin as she did it and she see and hear back taking a large calming breath. He rested his hands on her waist and pressed his chin on her head. She finished the buttons and was pulling the tails of the shirt out, "feeling better?"

"Hardly. But this helps. I wish I could have you with me in these pictures. I am sure I look mad or something." He said softly to her.

"Nah. They want that. Caleb Bridge is a moody, brooding and emotionally stunted SOB. You looking mad would be great." Kim told him wrapping her hands around him.

"Moody, brooding and emotionally stunted? Sounds like a winner. Would you like a guy like that?" He said moving his head and bringing his hands to tilt her face up.

"Well, maybe if he looked like you... And knew how to kiss me... Everywhere... Then maybe," Kim finished with a cheeky grin.

Jack's face changed from a soft smile into a look of complete concentration and intensity and Kim flushed hot at that. He looked like that when they made love.

"You are so bad Kim. I already missed you, but now all I want to do is to press you to the nearest flat surface and have my way with you. If I sport a tent now, it is your fault." He spoke lowly and kissed her, nipping her lips.

He was called back for more photography and Kim stood there, hot and bothered.

"You guys are so in love. How could anyone think you were with Ricky is beyond me."

Kim turned to find Jamie standing on next to her. She blushed again recalling Jack's parting words.

"Oh my god! You talked dirty just now, didn't you? You are, like, tomato red."

"Shut up! No need to inform the world." Jamie looked sheepish for a second.

"So, were you and Ricky always just friends?"

"Why? You interested?"

"No! No! Really! I am ... you know... Just curious...Fine! He is cute... OK, fine, jeez... He is hot. And talented and recently he wasn't a jerk. Happy now?" Jamie was flustered and sort of glared at Kim.

"Well, he was single last time I saw him." Kim said carefully. She wasn't sure if Ricky was ready for anything, but was that her place to even say that?

"Oh, OK. You think he's going to come and visit you guys again?" Jamie was nonchalant and wasn't fooling anyone.

"Tell you what, I can invite him to the set next time he and I are in LA at the same time."


Kim and Jack were in the car leaving the small dive eatery they had dinner at after to photo shoot. Others from the show joined them and they were a rowdy bunch. There were other patrons, but they seemingly did not care about the young actors. Jack cornered Kim when she went to the bathroom and they had a hot, if short, make out against the wall near the kitchen. Kim's leg was already sliding up and Jack's hand was creeping up her shirt, when a server interrupted them. When Kim showed up at the table - Jack needed more time to make himself presentable - Jamie gave her a knowing look and Kim was grateful to have a friend other than Jack in LA.

They were at the hotel near the studio and Jack practically dragged Kim to the elevator and then down the hall. They barely made it to the room, when he pushed her not so gently back against the wall, keeping one hand behind her and the other on the wall next to her head. He reached lower and cupped a handful of her butt through her dress.

"No underwear?" he purred into her neck.

"Huh? Oh, um," she chewed her lip. "Well, not really an option with this tight of dress...so..."

He kissed her ear and moved his other hand down to grab some more and flex his fingers. She almost squealed and her arms instantly wrapped up around his shoulders and neck.

The sounds she was making, just from him kissing her neck and ear, and squeezing her perfect butt... So hot...

"You were so hot during your session. All the guys were drooling over you. Bastards. But you are mine. I wanted to kiss you right there, so that everyone could see it.." he managed to mumble before she pulled his face down to capture her lips. He pressed closer into her, needing to connect as much of himself with her body as possible.

She arched and he brought a hand up to pinch her nipple through the dress. She hissed a yes and he tugged until he could easily slip his whole hand onto her bare breast. (Apparently no bra either with this dress...)

"I think this is my favorite dress," he whispered above her bare breast. Her nipples hardened so fast under his breath it sent a sinful pain straight through to her core.

She bit her lip, threw back her head with a sharp thud- "ow, damnit,"- and then gasped several times as Jack sucked her taut nipple into his eager mouth.

Again he slipped his fingers around to her ass and then slowly began to bunch the fabric up, scraping his nails through the fabric near her crease, while continuing to lick and kiss and suck her breast.

"Ohmygod, Jack...mmm," she moaned. As his fingertips gathered the last of the dress that had flowed down the back of her legs, she gripped his shoulders hard. "Wai-feels good-here, hallway..." He hummed onto her nipple and she bucked again.

A hand kept her backside exposed and the other began tracing the part, from the small of her back to down past her puckered hole to stroke her pussy and then back up. She shuddered and leaned forward to his chest to bite his temporary tattoo and mewl into it.

While she nibbled and kissed his chest, he glanced to see how far the bed was. Too far... "Can't wait, baby... Bed's too far... Want you now.."

He took his hand from her pussy, (she whimpered such a lustful protest, damn!), dragging it quickly up her crack and gripped her hair tight. He forced her to look up into his eyes and he grinned at her obvious arousal before pressing a hard kiss to her lips.

Kim tried to hold his face but he growled and spun her around, pressing her breasts against the wall.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Oh yes oh," she moaned. Jack still held her dress up with one hand but it barely slowed him as he undid his belt and fly. Kim strained to see but he kept his torso tight against her and she had to settle for leaning her head back into his shoulder.

"Ah, god," he spoke harshly as he finally sprung free. His erection was throbbing and it brushed up Kim's butt to point at his stomach. "Kim," he kissed her exposed neck, rubbing the underside of his cock into her crack. She started to pant and grind back into him.

He felt close to exploding already. And her desperate mewls and whimpers weren't helping.

He forced himself down to rub across her pussy, using his hip and knee to spread her legs wider. God, she was so wet and was getting wetter as he continued stroking her outer lips and clit with painfully slow movements.

When he saw her start to pinch her own nipple, he couldn't control himself any longer. He fished out the condom from his jeans pocket and rolled it over himself in record time

He had bent his knees, wishing she wore heels and then abandoning this thought because her in heels and naked was too hot to handle, lifted her slightly and thrust up into her slit. "Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yessss," she keened. He paused half in and relished her sounds and the way her walls gripped him repeatedly. "More, please, god, Jack! Don't stop now!"

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked before pulling out and slamming back in. He was sure his grip on the dress was leaving permanent wrinkles and that made him pound against her, into her, even harder.

"Yes, yes, oh Jack," she was barely heard over their frantic movements. He circled his free arm and hand around to play with her clit and to hold her because she wobbly on her own feet.

God, he missed her... And when she flirted with him at the photo shoot, he was turned on from that point on. "Kim," he grunted repeatedly into the top of her head, her neck, kissing and panting.

"Oh god I'm going to come," she moaned. "Come with me, Jack...please, oh..."

He increased his plunging into her, wet slapping sounds making him bite his lip. He let go of the dress and gripped her hips so hard he was sure there would be marks and that thought made him almost roar and then he was combusting into a million shards.

He grunted as he shot as deep as he could go, feeling his dick bump against her most private and wonderful spot. As the blinding white faded from his mind, he felt her tighten and convulse and heard melodious Jaaaack and a whimper.

"I wanted to do that ever since you took off that shirt off me," he gulped for a deep breath, leaning his head against her somewhat messy hair.

"Yeah," was her only response as she came down from her orgasm.

A/N: These guys... I tell you... OK, on a serious note, we are nearing the end of the story. Couple more chapters probably.