I hold up my hand for a high-five, which she reluctantly gives me. “It’sjust…”
I roll my eyes. Here comes the neurotic whining. “Whatnow?”
“What if we’re getting the demon possession stuff wrong? I think we should be doing moreresearch.”
“How many people in the audience do you think are going to be demonologists? It’s a movie. It’s entertainment. People will go to this movie to be scared and entertained. Let itgo.”
“I’m just used to doing moreresearch.”
“That’s a delaying tactic. It’s our job to make up our own rules that make sense within the world that we have created, and to stick to those rules. That’s it. Movingon.”
She sighs. Not in the good way. “I just think it’sirresponsible.”
“To whom?!Demons?!”
She purses her lips. She knows I’m right. Instead of saying so, she goes back to typing.Attagirl.
She’s wearing a really thin T-shirt and no bra and I can see the outline of her perfect pink nipples and she’s wearing a casual little short skirt so I can see her taut golden legs and she’s acting like it’s no big deal. This is how she dresses at home and she doesn’t care how she looks. Her hair is up in a ponytail, like that day when I first saw her in Boston. She’s pretty and sexy and she smells like a delicious cookie that I want to eat and Christ Almighty I’ve had my work cut out for metoday.
She raises her arms over her head and stretches, making her tiny T-shirt stretch tighter over her flirty nipples and I make a soft guttural sound in the back of my throat. I give her a look. She knows what the lookmeans.
“We have to get to the end of the act break today.” She sounds like a first grade teacher talking to a naughty little boy, and it just makes me want to fuck her evenmore.
“Okay.”
She rubs her neck and groans. It’s obviously really stiff. So is herneck.
I remove my glasses and offer to massage her neck andshoulders.
She looks at me like I just told her I’m an exiled Nigerian prince who needs to borrow money that I will repay in one month with interest. But, to my surprise, she saysokay.
She will regret this, immediately. Because I’m good at this. I’m very good at this. She remains seated in her chair at the dining table. I stand behind her, rub my hands together to warm them up, then place them on her shoulders. I massage her neck, gently at first, before I start to knead her flesh more deeply, pressing in with my thumbs, pinching and tugging and rubbing and circling andpounding.
She takes a deep breath and holds it for a long time before she exhales. I take a risk and kiss the back of her neck. She tilts her head back, eyes closed. She doesn’t flinch. My hands move down her back then around and under her T-shirt, up to her beautiful soft breasts. I kiss her neck as I massage her swelling tits, her petal pink nipples hard beneath myhands.
She sighs. “I’m going to keepworking.”
“Good idea, keep working.” She leans forward and startstyping.
Meanwhile, I keep working on her. My left hand squeezes her left breast and my right hand makes its way down her belly and into the front of her skirt. “You spelled ‘their’ wrong,” I say. She is breathing heavily. She re-types the word as my fingers slide past her panties and gently massage her clit. She whispers, “oh shit” but continuestyping.
“You just typed ‘fuck youBraddock.”
“Fuck youBraddock.”
My fingers are inside of her now. She’s so warm and slippery andtight.
“This is very unprofessional,” she says. She starts to rock back and forth, ever so slightly, in sync with mymovements.
“Not if we end up with a greatscript.”
I’m so hard and I want to fuck her but I want to make her comefirst.
I remove my hands from her. She looks up at me, wondering why I’m stopping. I walk over to the other side of the table, pull the chair out. “Keep working,” I say. “Get us to the end of the act. She hears the noises in the basement and she’s looking for him and the noises suddenlystop.”
“Yes I know Iknow.”
I kneel down on the floor and make my way over to her, under thetable.
