"That seemed important?"

"Will the production company even sign off on the footage if they don't get paid," I ask.

"Not to worry, darling. Like I said, nothing but a clerical error." He turned from watching Tyler the PA intern leave and settled his gaze unashamedly on my breasts once again. "Now where were we."

"Actually, we were just finishing. That was the final shot after all." Terrance had definitely gotten everything he needed, and the vibe was getting weird and inappropriate before the interruption.

Time to call it a day.

I began fixing my top and turned for the wardrobe-utility closet, but before I could even cover myself I was brought up short by hands on my shoulders. Terrance had intercepted me. "Right! Of course, dear Lillian. That's a wrap! But before we end, I must say, you have a set of the most wondrously beautiful breasts," he says as I'm judging the best course of action between a karate chop to the throat or a knee to the balls. But of course, what am I thinking; it's the one-two. Throat, then balls.

"Their beauty is surpassed only by that of your face," he continues. "With this realization, and considering the inspired performance you've given today, I've come to a decision; you're perfect, Lillian, for the lead role in a feature film I have lined up."

A beat passes in silence. "... what lead role," I ask, temporarily halting the planned offensive.

Terrance softened his grip on my shoulders, but doesn't drop his hands. He guided me to turn and face him, and we were close enough that my still exposed and erect nipples brushed across his jacket, which set off a shivering wave of tingling pleasure that had me stifling a moan.

"Oh, such a wonderful role, Lillian. The picture is as of yet untitled, but our writer is an up and coming phenom certain to take the world by storm."

If that was true he wouldn't have anything to do with you I thought to myself.

"And the female lead, very arguably the lead, period, is a force of nature. This is a career making, career toping opportunity, my dear."

If a career is highlighted by a project with the credit 'Director, Terrance Crane' that would indeed be a career worth dying for. Literally and immediately. To avoid being associated with.

"But you must understand. It is a very, very passionate role. An intimate role. An intimately passionate role," he says, his hands still on my shoulders. He edged closer, and his jacket brushed over my nipples once again. And again, the waves of pleasure. These fucking things are so sensitive I could cum form them alone. I have cum from them alone. Thanks to Dylan, most recently.

"In order to be fully certain you're right for the role," he said into my tits, "there must be a further... examination. A physical one. In somewhat greater detail. For you see, it is also very physically demanding role. Both in a general sense, my dear, and also a very specific one. When it comes to the sex scenes."

And there it is. Resume the offensive and get the hell out of here, I tell myself.

But don't.

"I believe you're perfect for this role, beautiful Lillian, but due diligence is called for. We must be certain that you're physical attributes fit the character. That they'll play properly on the screen."

His hands fall from my shoulders. He steps in even closer, placing himself within ideal range for a devastatingly effective blow to the balls. I need only lift my knee.

"Now, if you'll allow me..." he said.

He's about to grope me.