Set Days Pt. 7

I woke up early and decided to wear my favorite floral-printed dress with some sandals and accessorized it with simple jewelry. Clea and I had breakfast together before we headed to the set for a day of filming. I was feeling excited and a little bit nervous about what the day had in store for me.

As we arrived, I noticed Jared Anderson walking towards us. He was one of my old roommates from my Jackson days, and I couldn't believe that I was going to be working with him on this film. I felt a rush of emotions and memories flood over me, but I kept my cool, not wanting to reveal my past identity.

Clea noticed my hesitation and whispered to me, "It's okay, Jazmine. Just act natural and be yourself."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as Jared approached us. "Hey there, I'm Jared," he said, extending his hand towards me. "I've heard a lot about you, Jazmine. You're making waves in the industry."

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, not wanting to reveal my past connection to him. "Thanks, Jared. It's great to meet you too," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

As we chatted, I couldn't help but feel nervous and anxious. I knew that I had to keep my cool and not give away my secret. It was hard to keep up with the conversation when all I could think about was the past.

Just as I was starting to relax, Kyle walked over and kissed me on the cheek, causing my heart to race with embarrassment. I could feel Jared's eyes on us, and I knew that he was probably wondering what was going on.

"Hey, babe," Kyle said, pulling me in for a hug. "You ready for today's scenes?"

I nodded, trying to act as casual as possible. "Yeah, I'm excited," I replied, hoping that Jared wouldn't notice the tension between us.

As Kyle walked away, I let out a sigh of relief, feeling like I could finally breathe again. Clea noticed my nervousness and gave me a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Jazmine. You got this."

We all headed to our vanity vans to get ready for the day's scenes. As I sat in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but reflect on my past and the memories that Jared brought up. I knew that I had to keep my secret safe, but it was hard to act like nothing had ever happened.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the present, knowing that I had a job to do. It was time to leave the past behind and focus on the future.

I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I prepare for today's scene. The set is bustling with activity, everyone rushing around to get everything just right. I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves, and focus on the task at hand.

As I slip into my orange dress, I can't help but feel a little nervous. It's tight and figure-hugging, but it makes me feel sexy and powerful. I double check my hair and makeup and head out onto the set, where Kyle is waiting for me.

He looks up as I approach, his eyes roving over my body hungrily. "Damn, Jaz, you look incredible," he says, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "That dress is absolutely stunning on you."

I feel a rush of heat spreading through my body as he compliments me, and I can't help but feel a little giddy. His words are like a balm to my insecurities, and I know that I can do this scene justice.

As we start filming, the chemistry between Kyle and I is electric. We move through the scene with ease, our bodies pressed close together, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. It's like we're the only two people in the world, lost in our own little bubble of desire and passion.

When it was over, I headed back to the vanity van to rest and prepare for the next scene. I turn to close the door behind me when I realize that Kyle has followed me inside. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as Kyle pushes me inside the vanity van, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

My mind is racing, trying to process what's happening. I'm still in my orange dress from the scene, and Kyle is all over me, his hands roaming my body, his lips pressed against mine.

"God, Jaz, you look so good in that dress," he murmurs against my lips, his fingers trailing down my spine. "I've been thinking about you all day."

I can't help but moan softly as he kisses my neck, my mind struggling to keep up with the sudden rush of sensations. I know I should say something, but I can't seem to find the words. I'm so turned on, so caught up in the moment.

Before I know it, he's positioning me doggystyle in front of the vanity mirror, his hands pulling the hem of my dress up over my hips. I feel his cock sliding inside me, filling me up, and I can't help but gasp. The vibrator in my tuck kit is buzzing against my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I watch my reflection in the mirror as Kyle fucks me, my eyes fixed on the sight of my own body bouncing back and forth with each thrust. It's almost like I'm watching someone else, but I know it's me, it's Jazmine, getting fucked by Kyle.

He reaches around to rub my clit, and the vibrator suddenly goes to max speed. I can't hold back anymore, and I cry out as I come, my orgasm rippling through me in waves.

"Fuck, Jaz, you're so hot," Kyle grunts, and I feel him starting to get close.

My mouth is hanging open as he pulls me down to my knees in front of him. He guides his cock to my lips, and I open my mouth obediently, taking him in. He starts to thrust into my mouth, and I can feel his hot cum filling me up.

He pulls out, and I swallow obediently, trying to catch my breath. He smirks down at me.

"Sorry about that, babe," he says, gesturing to my face. "Didn't want to mess up your makeup."

I nod, still dazed and trying to process everything that just happened. As he leaves the vanity van, I collapse onto the couch, my mind spinning with conflicting emotions. Part of me feels guilty and ashamed, but another part of me can't deny how good it felt.

I was still catching my breath from being fucked by Kyle just a few moments ago when Jared walked in, locking the door behind him. He started making advances towards me, getting dangerously close to me.

"What's with the way you've been looking at me all day, huh? Don't tell me you don't want me, Jazmine," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, Jared," I lied, trying to push him away. But he didn't budge, and instead, he began to rub my clit through my dress. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips.

"Oh, you definitely want me," he chuckled, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against me. "And I want you too."

Before I could say anything, he pushed me against the wall and pulled up my dress, revealing my panties. I tried to fight him off, but his grip on my wrists was too strong. He slid my panties to the side and thrust himself inside me, filling me up with his hard cock.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I was feeling pleasure from the vibrator still inside me, but on the other hand, I was feeling violated and powerless. Jared was taking advantage of me, mistaking my reminiscent glances for something else entirely.

I tried to resist, but as Jared's cock pumped inside me, I couldn't help but moan and arch my back in pleasure. I hated myself for enjoying it, for letting him have his way with me like this, but the vibrator was still buzzing against my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me that I couldn't ignore.

Jared's hands roamed my body, gripping my hips and pulling me harder onto his cock. "You want this, don't you?" he growled in my ear, and I knew he was mistaking my moans for approval.

I couldn't bring myself to answer, so I just let him continue, letting him use me for his pleasure. It wasn't until he pulled out and pushed me down onto my knees and shoved his cock into my mouth, filling me with his hot cum, that I finally came back to my senses.

I swallowed the cum to not make a mess and wiped my mouth, feeling disgusted with myself for allowing this to happen. Jared left the vanity van without a word, and I was left alone, feeling dirty and violated.

"That was amazing," Jared said, smirking. "We should do that again sometime."

I couldn't respond. All I could do was pull my dress back down and try to compose myself before anyone else walked in.

As I cleaned myself up, I couldn't help but think about the choices I had made that led me to this moment. I had lied to everyone about who I really was, and now I was paying the price. I felt lost and alone, unsure of what to do next.