Get home

You pullinto the driveway and park your car. As you started up the walkway toward the main house, the side door of the guest house opened and Ekaterina stepped out, heading straight toward you. She was an Eastern European student at the University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts. You’d met her the previous year at a career day on campus. She’d been sharp, ambitious, and clearly hungry to break into the industry. You’d helped place her in a solid internship at one of the studios. When that internship ended she was still looking for more meaningful experience, and her former boss had spoken highly of her smart, dedicated, no-nonsense. What had really caught your eye, though, was how she always presented herself: perfectly put together, well-dressed, polished. That kind of attention to detail reflected well on the people she worked for, and you valued it.

So you’d offered her the position of personal assistant. She would keep your schedule and personal commitments in order, coordinate with Nicole on overlapping studio matters, and help manage the quieter side of your work as an informal agent. In return she would travel with you to location shoots, meet people most of her classmates would never get near, and gain the kind of access that could accelerate a career. It had worked out better than expected. In the three months she’d been with you, your life had never run more smoothly. She kept everything moving like a well-oiled machine.

Even around the house she was impeccably dressed today a crisp white dress, perfect makeup, hair falling in long brown waves, crystal-clear eyes, and the kind of body that could have easily carried her into modeling or acting if she’d wanted it. She didn’t. She had higher ambitions, and you respected that.

You turned to face her as she approached.

“I’ve talked to Nicole,” she said without preamble. “I’ve booked your flights. You’ll be flying on Bob’s jet he doesn’t need it for a while since he’s in town dealing with some issues. That will take you where you need to go. You also have meetings with Brazzers and Vivid before you leave. They want to talk to you about a few of your stars.”

You smiled. “Thank you. For now you can take it easy if you want. It’s a beautiful day. Don’t you want to relax, or I can get you into someplace fun?”

She looked at you seriously. “This is fun for me. Plus I’m excited about the trip coming up.”

You shook your head, amused. “Okay. If this is what counts as fun for you, who am I to stop you. But are you sure you don’t want something a little more entertaining? I have a meeting tonight, so I won’t be around.”

She tilted her head slightly, waiting. You answered the unspoken question.

“I know Ryan Coogler is hosting a party for some friends tonight. I could get you on the list.”

She considered it for a moment, then gave a short nod. “That’s fine. Please do. Now, back to the topic at hand. I’ve booked our limo to the airport and the hotels. Is there anything else you need me to do?”

You glanced toward the main house, thinking of Emma and the new girl by the pool. Ekaterina followed your gaze, then looked down pointedly at the front of your pants where your cock had begun to harden again.

“You need me to take care of that,” she asked evenly, “or will you be fine with Emma and her new friend?”