Set Days Pt. 2

The first few weeks of filming have been a whirlwind of emotions for me, especially with Kyle's increasing displays of romance each day. On set, he would give me lingering looks, hold my hand, and even sneak in kisses during breaks. I could feel myself getting more and more nervous around him with each passing day, but I knew I had to keep up the act for the sake of the movie and my career. The kissing got easier though, because they were often short, but the longer ones took all my willpower to not push him away.

As Jazmine, I've settled into my role almost perfectly now. The femininity, the movement, the voice, the look, everything feels so natural to me now. It's almost as if I've been living as Jazmine my whole life, which is a scary thought.

Our set photos and paparazzi photos have made Jazmine Jade one of the hot prospects of Hollywood, even before her debut film. It's a strange feeling to have people recognize me as Jazmine Jade instead of Jackson, and to see myself plastered all over tabloids and social media. But I know this is all part of the game, and I need to embrace it if I want to succeed in this industry.

As for Kyle, I've been avoiding meeting him outside of filming. I don't want to give him the wrong idea, but it's becoming harder and harder to resist his charms. On set, he would whisper sweet nothings into my ear, telling me how much he admires me and how he can't wait for us to be together. It's overwhelming, and I can't help but wonder if he would still feel the same way if he knew the truth.

Despite all of this, I'm still determined to give my best performance in this movie. I'm grateful for the opportunity to play Jazmine Jade, and I know that this could be the start of something big for me. I just need to keep reminding myself that it's all just acting, even when Kyle's affection becomes almost too real.

I let out a sigh of relief as I step inside the vanity van after a long day of filming. As I sat, my body felt tense and my mind was racing with thoughts. It had been another long day of filming, and I was exhausted. Clea was helping me tidy up, and I noticed that my hair looked wonderful and flowing. It had grown out enough that I didn't need to wear the wig anymore.

"Hey, ladies," he greeted us. "Jazmine, I was thinking, how about I take you out for dinner tonight?"

Clea glanced at me, waiting for my response. I knew what she was thinking - the publicity would be great for the movie, and ultimately for me. But the idea of spending more time with Kyle, and pretending to like someone I didn't, was exhausting. Clea nodded her head, agreeing to the idea.

Before I could say anything, Kyle added, "What do you say, Jazmine? Clea has already agreed, and I'm sure you'll enjoy the restaurant I have in mind."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling trapped. I knew I had **** but to agree. "Sure, that sounds great," I said weakly.

Kyle pulled me into a deep kiss, and I could feel myself growing increasingly uncomfortable as it went on. I wanted to reciprocate, to play my part perfectly, but at the same time, I wanted it to end.

As we walked out of the vanity van, I could feel a whirlwind of emotions inside me. I felt like I was lying to myself and everyone around me. Jackson, who had now fully embodied Jazmine Jade, felt more real than ever, but at the same time, I knew it wasn't really me.

As we got into Kyle's car and drove to the restaurant, I tried to push my feelings aside and focus on the mission at hand. But it was hard to ignore the constant battle inside my head.

As Kyle pulled me into the parking lot of the restaurant, my heart began to race with anticipation. I was unsure of what the night would bring, but I knew it would be anything but boring. Suddenly, Kyle turned towards me and grabbed me in a deep, sloppy kiss. The intensity of his kiss was unusual, and it took me a few moments to get used to it. But before long, I found myself reciprocating and even enjoying it.

Suddenly, my heart began to race as Kyle grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel the growing bulge underneath his pants, and a flurry of masculine emotions ran through my mind. A sense of panic set in, but I didn't break away from the kiss. I had to see where this was going, even if it made me uncomfortable.

As we pulled away from the kiss, I caught my breath, ready to speak, but Kyle had other plans. He opened his pants, and his cock popped out, hard and erect. My eyes went wide with shock. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't look away.

He gently grabs my hand, sensing my hesitation, before putting it on his hard cock. I feel his it in my hand, and a surge of disgust and masculine feelings sweep over me.

The only way to get past this was to get through this, I thought, so I start stroking him. I don't want to be doing this. I can feel Kyle's pleasure growing with each stroke, but a large part of me is revolted by the whole situation.

Kyle moans softly, and I can see the pleasure on his face. "You're so good at this, Jazmine," he says.

I don't respond, not trusting myself to speak. Instead, I focus on the task at hand, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. I can feel my own arousal building, but I push it down, refusing to acknowledge it.

As I stroke him, I think about all the things that have led me to this moment. How did I end up here, with a man's cock in my hand, pretending to be someone I'm not? It's all so confusing, and I don't know how to make sense of it.

As Kyle approaches his climax, I start looking around frantically, trying to find a place where he can finish without making a mess. Kyle notices my movements and he takes my head and forces it down on the tip just as he ejaculates inside my mouth, his cum shooting out onto my tongue. It was my first taste of cum, and I dearly wished I never had to experience this. The salty liquid fills my mouth, and I promptly swallow it, not wanting to taste it any longer.

I pull away, gasping for air, feeling disgusted and violated. Kyle looks at me with a smug expression, as if he's accomplished something great. "You're amazing, Jazmine. Absolutely amazing," he says, and I can feel bile rising in my throat.

I quickly grab some tissues and clean myself up, trying to hold back tears. I can't believe what just happened. How did I let myself get into this situation? What kind of Hollywood starlet am I supposed to be, anyway? I feel so lost and confused.

"That was really amazing, Jazmine," he says, still grinning.

I **** a smile and nod my head, but I can feel my face flushing with embarrassment. "Thanks," I say, my voice barely audible.

We sit in silence for a moment, and I can feel the tension between us. I don't know what to say or do, and I just want to run away.

Finally, Kyle speaks up. "Are you okay?" he asks.

I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.

He leans in and kisses my neck, and I let him, even though every fiber of my being is telling me to stop. But then it's over, and I'm left feeling confused and alone. I don't know how to navigate these emotions, how to reconcile the feelings of disgust and pleasure that are swirling inside me. All I know is that I need to get out of there, to escape this confusing, overwhelming situation.

Kyle and I walk into the restaurant, and I feel a sense of disgust and violation after what just happened in the car. However, I must keep up my facade as a good girl Hollywood starlet and engage in conversation with Kyle.

I try to make small talk with Kyle, but my mind is elsewhere. I keep thinking about what just happened in the car, and I feel like I need to wash my mouth out with soap. I try to act as natural as possible and keep up the act, but I can tell that I am not doing a very good job.

We sit down at the table, and Kyle orders for both of us. He orders a fancy bottle of wine, which he insists that I try. I take a sip, but I don't really taste anything. I just want to go home and forget about everything that has happened tonight.

Kyle occasionally kisses me on the cheek, neck, and lips. I feel his eyes on me, and I can tell that he is enjoying himself, which only makes me feel more uneasy.

Finally, the night comes to an end, and Kyle drops me off at Clea's. He tells me how much he enjoyed my company and how much he is looking forward to seeing me again. I **** a smile and say goodbye, but as soon as I am alone, I collapse onto my bed in tears.

I feel violated, disgusted, and ashamed of myself. I can't believe that I let myself get into this situation. I know that I need to do something to get out of this mess, but I have no idea what to do. All I know is that I can't let things continue like this. Something has to change.