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“I’d hate to be a bear, but would someone find my top?” She was sitting towards the edge of the sofa, the cameras off while the crew searched for something to cover her with.
Dean found her blouse on the floor, somewhere he’d thrown it while filming, “You’re no bear.” He was charming… definitely not the most attractive in Hollywood, but there was something there that had the women swooning.
Publicity had been such a huge part of this film, to sell their love, they’d have to act as if they were truly in love. On and off screen. Truth was… she couldn’t stand him.
While handing her the blouse, he leaned in a bit too closely, “That scene is going to have the theaters packed.”
Well obviously… men would go to see her tits, and women would go to see an experience that wasn’t typically displayed. Pleasure in films was such a grey area… but the director somehow found a way to breeze past it. Getting the rating changed to accommodate the most people, having the movie be shown worldwide.
Nothing would be left up to the imagination when it came to Elizabeth… it would change film forever.
She turned away from the crew in order to snap on her bra and button up her top. Not that they hadn’t seen it all… it was quite a sight as well. As big as a star that she wanted to be, nothing in her life would be considered as big as her assets.
But that was just how it was.
She couldn’t choose her lovers, couldn’t seek pleasure, curse her if she’d try to protest a particularly raunchy sex scene. It made her money, and it made the men happy. That was it.
When the cameras weren’t rolling, she’d keep to herself. Only ever putting on an act for any publicity stunts… which would be planned way too often. The amount of times she’d see her name in the tabloids right next to Dean Boland, was too many to count.
“Alright that is it for today. Get out of here.” The director called for the day and everyone was free to do whatever. Almost everybody.
Dean caught up to her as she tried to make a beeline for the back door, “Bethie, how about we head down to that bar, sell ourselves for a while.”
“You know… I may have other plans.” She was polite. Trying her best not to be difficult.
“Aww come on. We could really get them talking.” He was persistent, “Let’s get up to some antics, the paparazzi will never see it coming.”
“I’m going to Tiffany’s with the girls…”
“…did you want me to tag along?”
“No I’m okay, but thank you Dean…”
He stood for a moment… trying to find a way around it, “How do you think everyone will feel about you tramping around town at Tiffany’s… buying jewelry for yourself. It’ll make me look terrible.”
She sighed, “Then I’ll stay in tonight. I’m not in the mood.”
“Such a high profile woman at home on a Friday? You’ll seem like a housewife.” He just wouldn’t stop.
Elizabeth picked up the pace, taking longer strides before slowing to respond one last time, “…After what we’d just filmed, I’m sure you can tell, I’m no housewife.”
She left him at that, making quick work of striding off to her car, throwing on a pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes from any onlookers. Not that she’d be followed, but women were always easy targets. Especially women in the spotlight.
He was right though. A child of nepotism would always know their way around the career. He’s lucky that his mother was such an icon.
So later that night, she had chosen the London Fog on Sunset. Her and the girls would just have a night out. Always dressed to the nines, and never drinking more than even someone with the weakest tolerance could handle. She got ready to music that didn’t seem to fit a movie star. Linda Ronstadt and other various artists that you’d hear playing outside someone’s farm… not a penthouse.
Elizabeth found that women were more inclined to wear something casual these days. Their attire consisted of simple cocktail dresses with flared sleeves and colorful patterns… So showing up to a nightclub in a satin green swing dress left her as an odd one out. Actually causing her to stand out.
She found herself near the jukebox, throwing in money and picking her own songs, music that she’d only ever danced to, everyone else’s tastes of music felt so odd… so she never settled.
“Liz…” Ruby came walking over from the bar, holding some sort of glass, some dark liquid swaying around. Ruby was on another spectrum of Hollywood. Famous for different reasons, mainly being the nightclub scene. She was always out, always swaying around town in her little dresses, singing with the bands in the taverns. She was more of a public figure if you will.
And there was Annie… now if Ruby was differently famous.. Annie was nowhere near Hollywood but somehow always involved. She performed burlesque dancing, doing fully nude shows, having no shame in doing so. It’s what gave her notoriety, but somehow she had a fan base.
Of the three, Elizabeth was always the one to shoot for stardom. Choosing one of the hardest careers, basing her life on her looks and charm. Never finding comfort in herself and always seeking the male gaze. It was hard, but it got her exactly what she wanted. But tonight was different.
There was a buzz. Dean’s name had been flowing around, though she didn’t give much of a damn about him, he was still her co-star, anything he did would reflect on her. Just as it was the other way around.
“Hello you…” it was drawn, she found herself growing slightly tipsy, time to stop, “How’s it outside?”
“Packed. Annie had to practically flash the bouncer.” Ruby began swaying happily near the jukebox, looping her curls around on one finger while sipping her drink with the other, “I’m surprised she didn’t.”
Annie came dancing up, always too provocative but never enough to get shamed, “Hi girls.” She spun in place, grabbing her mini skirt and keeping it down.
It was quite the group, Elizabeth knew it. There had been public backlash before, consisting of tabloids claiming that the three were on drugs, but soon it fizzled once the public found out that her and Dean had a situationship.
“Is it just me… or is Dean’s name coming up quite a bit around us?” This was how she was, never letting loose and always aware, “I’m finding that I’m get some stares too…”
“No hun, you’re okay. He’s just been seen at The Playboy Club.” Ruby was leaning in close now, making sure that she’d been heard.
“The Playboy Club?” Elizabeth’s ear pricked at the name, “Should he be there? You understand, right? With all of the publicity that we’re trying to sell.”
“I’m not sure Liz, but I do think that you need another drink. I’ll grab one.” She walked off quickly.
“No Ruby…” She paused, “Annie…”
“Yeah?” She was tipping back her drink, polishing it off.
“Should I be concerned?”
“Oh be quiet you! Just have fun.”
But she couldn’t. She was paranoid now… She tried to scan the room, trying to find the face of anyone she knew, co-stars, directors, etc. There he was.
A co-star of hers that had been particularly closed off. Their publicity was little to none, but somehow she still found him to be likable. Especially on screen.
She walked up confidently, making sure to put a little bounce in her step, allowing her bra to do all of the work, “It’s nice seeing you here Christopher.”
“Elizabeth.” He was smiling lightly hiding it behind a drink, he knew what she was doing, “Ain’t you gotta keep away from other men. Wouldn’t want the press to get a hold of us.”
He always had a way of speaking. It had some charm to it, but an improper use of wording, he had this way of using verbiage that he would throw into his speech. It would make him sound a bit laid back, almost unprofessional.
“I just have a question.” He nodded, “Did you see Dean at The Playboy Club?”
He nodded again, but it was followed by a laugh, “What makes you think I’d know. Seems like the type of place I’d like huh?” He was joking, she could tell.
“Well you see, I just know you so well. Seems to me that when we did that film together, you would’ve rather been there than with me…” There was a confidence radiating off of her, she knew that it was her way of getting the answers she wanted.
“Seems to me that you’re pretty intelligent.” He took a sip of his drink, “I did see him.”
“And what was he doing?” She blinked heavily, looking straight into his eyes, her blues trying to get a straight answer.
“You really wanna know.”
“Come on.”
“He was with Amber Reese.” He stopped, watching as her face fell, “I don’t know what they were doing. I just know that the press was eating it up.”
“His… divorcee… Amber Reese?” She was angry. She knew that he’d done that simply to screw up the press for the movie. Now she’d taken off her top for nothing. And she couldn’t do anything about it. They’d carry on filming, finish the movie, and it would do terribly. She knew it.
“I’m sorry ‘Lizabeth…”
Stupid Cupid started playing on the jukebox, the rest of the crowd began twisting and turning to the beat. Having a ball of a time while they oddly stood still.
“Let’s dance.” She met his eyes, asking more than demanding, waiting for a response.
“You sure?” He smiled.
“Right in the middle…” She pointed his gaze towards the middle of the dance floor, taken up by nobody’s that were lucky to be in their presence, “Please?”
“Alright.”
Christopher took her delicate hand, holding it lightly and making sure that everyone could see as they glided carefully to the floor. With their fingers interlocked they started doing the twist, he spun her a few times before pulling her close. All eyes were held on the pair. As the song came towards the end, he nodded before grabbing her waist to toss her lightly before swinging her to lay on his leg, leaving her head thrown back and her legs in the air. The song finished and he let her down slowly, allowing her to catch her breath.
They took a light bow as everyone else erupted into a small fit of applause. Beth caught the eye of a confused Ruby and Annie. Before she had a chance to walk up and explain, Christopher had whisked her away carefully, holding her waist and leading her towards the bar.
“Was that good?” He tapped the counter, signaling for a bartender.
“I now understand why you have so many awards.”
“Darling I wasn’t acting.” The bartender came up, leaning against the counter, “Two. Bourbon.”
“Oh I’m not drinking anymore.” She smiled politely, “But thank you.”
He handed her the glass, holding his out to cheers, “C’mon… it’s not like you got anything else to lose… you’re already here with me.”
“You’re not wrong. I won’t be surprised if I lose my job anyways.” She laughed lightly, knowing that she’d be able to find work anywhere, the world loved her, “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
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The crowd had grown smaller, but they had stayed near the bar for the most part, only ever to dance to A Lover’s Concerto anytime someone had paid for it to play.
She’d had a few more drinks than she’d anticipated, but she was still very coherent, never letting herself be loose.
“Alright. I’ll walk you home.”
“Oh. Bold of you to assume that my car isn’t with the valet.” She laughed before standing, patting down her dress.
“Oh come on… ain’t no way a woman like you leaves their Thunderbird with a valet.”
“What a great memory you have.”
“It’s bright red darling, matches your hair.” He stood, taking a hold of her hand and leading her towards the front door where they were met with a good amount of paparazzi, a few interviewers. All asking questions about Dean and Amber.
They ignored the questions, but politely walked slowly so that the paparazzi could take their shots. They’d be in the public spectacle tomorrow morning. Two, very high paid, movie stars holding hands down Sunset.
She didn’t really care though. Beth knew that jobs were everywhere to be had. Hell, she knew many directors who would kill to have her as even a cameo. So she continued walking.
They came up to her home, the paparazzi died off, how many photos could they really get of the pair holding hands. She stood at the front gate, buzzing in and calling for her assistant to open it.
“You had fun tonight?” He stood carefully, having already dropped her hand so that their boundaries were up once more.
“Most definitely.” She answered definitively, but it seemed as though she wanted to say more, “You know. I have whiskey inside. If you’d like to join me, we could have drinks in my living area.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure. The blinds are tightly shut, and my curtains block anything from the outside…”
“Alright, so no peeking…”
“Nope. No paparazzi, no peeping toms…”
“Lead the way.”
The gate had been opened and they finally stepped into her driveway. Making it all the way towards the porch. Her assistant had unlocked the door upon their arrival and then made herself as invisible as possible.
Elizabeth walked into her home bar, grabbing a bottle of bourbon and two whiskey glasses, “Is this fine.”
“Of course.” He made his way towards her couch, sitting himself down and waiting for her to pour up their glasses, “You’re real hospitable…”
“I’m no stranger to hosting get togethers…”
“No? How come I’m never invited?” He was joking, could tell by the way his eyes were slightly smiling.
“Quiet you.” She rounded the couch and set his glass into his hand before sitting and holding hers out to cheers.
As the glasses connected, they both took long swigs of the dark liquid, “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Hmm?” She sat, legs crossed before lying back against the sofa.
“The way he just… threw away all of your guys’ good press.”
She laughed, “Oh no. I’m not concerned. I can get work anywhere.”
“Hmm.” It was quiet then. They sat still, just sharing passing glances, while sipping their drinks.
Christopher looked downwards, casting his eyes down towards her red lips, the way she drank the liquor, knowing that the taste would bite her tongue. Suddenly he wanted to know her lips. Taste the liquor mixed with her…
She seemed to notice, because she was staring at his… keeping her gaze between his lips and eyes.
“Christopher…” She spoke so softly, her voice in a sweetened tone, “I don’t want to be crude, but… may I kiss you?”
“Oh darling. You don’t have to ask.” He grabbed her drink from her hand, placing both of their glasses onto coasters. He then leaned in to her, shifting his body so that their foreheads were close.
That’s when she closed the short distance, shutting her eyes and tasting the whiskey on his lips. He placed his left hand on her waist, moving his right to the side of her face, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
The kiss grew more passionate, the sounds of their breathing becoming more labored while their lips together. She then pulled away, her eyes still on his lips before hers upturned into a maniacal smile.
“Thank you.” She laughed quietly as she wiped the side of her mouth.
“Nah I’m not done ‘Lizabeth.” He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his once more before finding the zipper on the back of her dress, but before pulling it down he searched her face.
“Do it.”
And with that, he pulled it down ever so slowly, tracing a line down her spine as he did. He took the initiative to pull each sleeve down her arms, watching her face as she patiently sat there, watching him do as he pleased. He could tell that she was never the one to do any of the work.
“Stand up for me.” And she did, letting him pull off each of her under garments slowly, leaving her only in her bra.
She sat back down on the couch, and he could tell that she wanted to do something, to rip his shirt off, take off her bra. Anything. But he waited her out, pulling her lips into a bruising kiss while having her lay back into the armrest of the couch. Meeting her in between her legs, still fully clothed, he felt up her entire body, holding her waist, feeling her thighs, every part.
Beth could feel the desire growing, her heart was pounding and she finally did it. Did something for herself, she sat up quickly, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling at each button, all of them coming undone with a snap. He pulled it off of his arms before taking back control, he reached his arms behind Elizabeth’s back, finding the clasp of her bra, snapping it open, it fell down her arms easily, leaving her fully bare beneath him.
He sat up slightly, wanting to take in all of her body, watching as her chest slowly moved up and down with each breath.
She reached up, holding onto his neck before whispering into his ear, “Come on.” She trailed a few kisses down his neck before he moved his hand towards her center, touching her lightly, watching as she let out a visceral reaction.
“Tell me you want it…” He wanted to see her pleasure, wanted to see her wanting it, “Come on.”
“Please…” it was too quiet, the man’s pleasure had always been the sole purpose of sex for her.
“Hmm?”
“Touch me.” It was a bit louder, her eyes blown with ecstasy, she grabbed his hand, leading it towards where she wanted him most.
And he followed, feeling out her clit before lightly trailing his fingers to her entrance. Her face had such a lustful expression, her lips were in a pleasured pout as her eyebrows took on a furrow.
He began pressing two of his fingers into her, slowly at first, and then increasing the pressure and speed. She was biting back her moans, her lip between her teeth, her eyes shut in pleasure.
Leaning down, he pressed wet kisses into her neck, smelling the light perfume that she must’ve put on earlier in the night.
“Come on ‘Lizabeth…” he was in her ear, “Let go.” A few more pumps of his fingers and she was toppling over the edge, her mouth agape with her eyes shut as she finally let out a sound that he wanted to play over and over again.
He pulled his fingers out, as her eyes opened, maintaining contact, he slipped them into his mouth. Watching as her face contorted into a light smile.
Breathing softly, Beth pushed him to stand, pulling his belt from every loop, then going to unbutton his pants. In one motion, she pulled everything down, leaving him fully bare in front of her. Looking up towards his eyes, she could see that he wasn’t going to do anything until she did.
So she took him into her hand, stroking him lightly as his head fell back. And yeah. He looked good that way. The way the pleasure filled his whole face. So it was her turn.
She laid herself back against the couch, spreading her legs before beckoning him towards her with her finger.
“Fuck…” It was a low whisper, so he leaned down towards her, looking between her face and her cunt.
She whispered into his ear once more, “Use me.”
A chill went down his spine as he looked down at her once more, he could tell that her body was electrified, wanting to be touched so badly.
So taking his cock into his hand, he carefully placed it towards her entrance, teasing her, letting the head slide in and out. The movement was eliciting a few little moans from the back of her throat, so he slid all the way in. Bottoming out as Elizabeth’s mouth opened in a much louder moan.
“Oh god.” She threw her head back as he began fucking her at a comfortable pace. Drawing out his strokes and pushing back into her with a maddening sound, “Harder.”
Continuing the pace, he held the backs of her knees, almost pushing them all the way towards her head, he snapped his hips into her, creating a symphony of sounds that could’ve been heard from anywhere.
Christopher kept going, beginning to falter in his strokes, he was getting close. And Elizabeth’s sounds weren’t helping. He stopped abruptly, spilling inside of her and releasing the tension that had been building in his spine.
Clenching around him once, she hit her second orgasm, throwing her head back as Rio laid his weight down onto her.
Taking a moment to recover, they untwined their bodies, moaning as he pulled out.
“You’re incredible.” He was sated.
She was quiet, pulling her legs together and trying to catch her breath. He leaned down towards her neck.
Beth held onto his shoulders as he left little kisses, “You know… we’ll get you another job.”
“Hmm.. really?” Her voice was full of seduction, deepened.
“Mmhmm… Fly you out to Paris.” He was looking into her eyes now, “Get you topless. Let the country see it.”
“Oh… but I’ve done that before.” She was smiling, knowing that he couldn’t offer her anything that she didn’t already have.
“We’ll make it real…” He leaned in again, hitting a spot behind her ear that had her closing her eyes, “Make the viewers jealous. Make ‘em want you. Make ‘em want to be me.”
“Hmm. I’m sure that the women will want to be me…”
“Nah. We’ll do exactly what we just did. Show all the selfish men how to pleasure a woman…”
She was quiet for a moment, considering, “The whole world?”
“We’ll make it exclusive to Paris. Make everyone curious.” She was nodding, “It’ll sell out there. And once it does, we'll take it to Hollywood.”
“And it’ll sell?”
“Paris first.” He was stroking his thumbs into the sides of her hips.
“Okay.”