Set Days Pt. 7

The next few weeks were a whirlwind for Jazmine. The days blurred together as she navigated the demanding schedule of shooting her movie. She became a master at compartmentalizing her emotions, focusing on her character's development and the nuances of each scene. Her interactions with Kyle were frequent, both on and off set, as their characters' relationship blossomed on screen and their own pseudo-relationship took root in the shadows.

Jazmine had to admit, Kyle's touch had become more familiar, almost comforting in a strange way. She found herself giving into his advances more easily, convincing herself that this was all part of the role. There were blowjobs in his car after a long day of shooting, quick handjobs in the privacy of a dressing room, and even a few rushed fucks during lunch breaks when no one was around to see.

Most often she found herself giving him blowjobs in his car after long days on set, her knees bruised from the hard surface of the car seats, but her performance impeccable. She had become adept at pretending to enjoy it, her moans and gasps of pleasure a convincing act.

Kyle was insatiable, always needing to assert his dominance, but Jazmine played the role of the eager girlfriend perfectly.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of shooting an emotional breakup scene, Jazmine found herself alone with Kyle in the prop room. He pressed her against a wall, his hands roaming her body, and she knew what was coming. She was wearing a tight red dress, the fabric clinging to her curves and accentuating every line of her body. The dress was part of her character's wardrobe for a date night scene, but now it was just another layer to be removed.

Kyle's fingers fumbled with the zipper, and Jazmine felt the dress fall away, leaving her in just her bra and thong. His hands were rough as he grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she steeled herself for what was to come.

"Fuck, Jazmine," Kyle groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "I need you."

Jazmine **** a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Then take me," she whispered, her voice betraying none of her inner turmoil.

Kyle turned her around, bending her over the nearby table with a forceful grip. She felt the cool air on her exposed skin as he pulled down her thong, her lace-covered hips bared to him. His fingers slid into her, the FemmePro prosthetic delivering muted, disconnected sensations that her body nonetheless responded to on instinct. She gasped, more out of habit than actual feeling, as he probed and teased her.

Kyle's free hand gripped her hair, yanking her head back as he positioned himself at her entrance. The sharp pull sent a jolt of pain through her scalp, making her eyes water slightly. His breath was hot and heavy against her ear as he growled, "You ready for this?"

Jazmine took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was coming. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely steady. She focused on the physical, on the way her body responded despite her mind's ****. The FemmePro provided a strange, muffled pleasure, not quite real but enough to convince Kyle of her arousal.

He thrust into her with a **** that made her cry out due to her hair being pulled back so taut. The combination of pain and muted pleasure was confusing, overwhelming her senses. She bit her lip to keep from crying out again, her nails digging into the wood of the table as she clung to it for support.

Kyle's pace was relentless, each thrust driving her closer to a precipice she didn't want to reach. She **** herself to focus on the physical sensations, the way his cock filled her, the way her body moved with his. The FemmePro might not have given her the full range of pleasure she once knew, but it was enough to make her moan, to make her play the role of the eager girlfriend.

"Oh, fuck, Kyle," she gasped with practiced ease, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Harder."

Kyle's grunts and moans filled the small space, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. He was rough, one hand holding her hair and the other gripping her hips hard, his nails digging into her flesh. Each thrust was deep and punishing, driving her closer to the edge of her own fractured pleasure.

Jazmine's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She thought about her career, the sacrifices she had made, the person she had become. She thought about Kyle and how she had **** herself to see him in a positive light, ignoring his flaws and shortcomings. She tried to focus on the here and now, on the way her body responded to him, on the way she needed to respond to keep him satisfied.

"Jazmine, I'm close," Kyle panted, his thrusts becoming even more erratic.

"Me too," she lied, knowing she needed to end this soon. "Cum for me, Kyle."

With a final, deep thrust, Kyle shuddered, spilling into her. Jazmine felt the warmth of his release, the way his body tensed and then relaxed against hers. Her own body was left unsatisfied, the FemmePro's muted pleasure not quite enough to push her over the edge.

Kyle pulled out slowly, his breath ragged as he fixed his pants. He gave her a satisfied grin, his eyes still glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. "You're amazing, babe," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Jazmine **** a smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "Anything for you," she replied softly, her voice a mixture of practiced affection and hidden pain. She knew this was part of the game, part of the price she had to pay to keep her career on track.

As Kyle left the room, Jazmine took a moment to steady herself. She felt empty, used, but she knew she couldn't let it show. She adjusted her clothing, making sure everything was in place before heading back out to the set. She had a role to play, and she couldn't afford to let her real feelings get in the way.

Jared's presence on set had added a layer of complexity to her emotions. His glances were always intense, his eyes seeming to see right through her. There were moments when she caught him watching her, a mix of concern and something else in his gaze. It made her uncomfortable, but she pushed it aside, focusing on her role and the charade she had built around herself.

One evening, after a particularly long day of shooting, Jared approached her. "You alright, Jazmine?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yeah, I'm good," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just tired."

He nodded, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment longer than necessary. "If you ever need to talk..."

"Thanks, Jared," she interrupted, wanting to avoid any deeper conversation. "I appreciate it."

As the weeks passed, Jazmine's resolve hardened. She knew what she had to do to maintain her career, and she was willing to pay the price. She became more adept at compartmentalizing her feelings, focusing on the character she was portraying rather than her own emotions.

One morning, she found herself in bed, the start of a new day. Stretching languidly, she slipped out of her comfortable bed and padded over to the bathroom. Today was a shooting day, and she needed to be on set early.

After a refreshing shower, Jazmine stood in front of her vanity mirror, towel wrapped around her body. She took a moment to examine herself, her gaze lingering on the reflection of a woman who had fought hard to be where she was. Her makeup routine was precise and meticulous, a skill she had honed over countless early mornings on set.

She started with a lightweight foundation, blending it flawlessly into her skin. A touch of concealer under her eyes erased any hint of fatigue from her late nights. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were accentuated with a subtle brown eyeshadow that brought out their warmth. A swipe of mascara added volume, making them pop against her flawless complexion.

For today's outfit, she had chosen a sleek, sleeveless blouse in a vibrant coral color that complemented her skin tone beautifully. The blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, its neckline plunging subtly enough to be tasteful yet alluring. Paired with high-waisted, tailored trousers in a soft ivory shade, the ensemble exuded sophistication and confidence.

As she finished her makeup, Jazmine took a deep breath, steeling herself for another day of balancing her personal and professional lives. Today's scenes promised to be light-hearted, a welcome change from the emotional rollercoaster of previous shoots. She was ready to slip into her character's shoes and breathe life into the story once more.

As she finished applying her lipstick, a soft knock came at the door. Clea peeked in, her smile warm and reassuring. "Ready to go, Jaz?"

"Yeah, just about," Jazmine replied, giving herself one last look in the mirror.

They headed out together, the sun just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow over the city. Jazmine felt a sense of resolve wash over her. Despite the challenges and sacrifices, she was living her dream. And today, she would continue to chase it, one step at a time.

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Jazmine stepped out of her vanity van, the warm sunlight washing over her as she took a deep breath. Today’s costume was something that pushed the boundaries of sexy—it was a key scene in the movie, a pivotal moment where her character’s allure played a significant role. She wore a black jumpsuit that hugged her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. The neckline plunged deep, showcasing her cleavage, and the sheer material left little to the imagination. Her legs were elongated by thigh-high boots, adding a layer of sensuality to the ensemble.

She walked with confidence, her hips swaying naturally, but underneath the bravado, she could feel the familiar twinge of vulnerability. Jazmine had learned to mask her discomfort well; after all, this was just a role, and she had to commit fully to it.

On set, the crew was bustling around, setting up the scene. The backdrop was an elegantly decorated bedroom, complete with a canopy bed draped in silk and soft lighting that created a romantic ambiance. Jazmine glanced around, spotting Kyle, who was already in character, lounging casually on the bed, waiting for her.

“Looking good, Jazmine,” Kyle called out, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively.

“Thanks,” she replied, flashing him a quick smile as she made her way to her mark. She caught a glimpse of Jared nearby, his gaze lingering a bit too long. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she quickly dismissed it, focusing on the task at hand.

“Alright, everyone, places!” Mark’s voice echoed through the set. “Let’s get this shot perfect. And... action!”

Jazmine’s character sauntered into the room, her movements deliberate and seductive. She was supposed to seduce Kyle’s character, drawing him into a passionate embrace. She moved closer to him, her hands trailing over his chest. The movie was set to be PG-13, so they couldn't afford to actually have sex in the film, much to Jazmine's relief.

Kyle’s hands roamed over her body, following the script’s directions, but there was an unspoken understanding between them—keep it professional, yet convincing. Jazmine’s heart raced as they moved together, their bodies intertwining.

“Cut!” Mark called out. “Great job, everyone. Let’s reset for the next take.”

Jazmine pulled away, taking a moment to catch her breath. Kyle gave her a wink, his ego clearly boosted by their on-screen chemistry. She returned to her starting position, ready to do it all over again.

As they prepared for the next take, Jazmine felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Jared standing there, too close for comfort.

“Hey, Jazmine,” he said, his voice low. “You’re really nailing this role.”

“Thanks, Jared,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light and professional.

“You know,” he continued, his eyes drifting over her body, “you look incredible in that outfit. It’s almost a shame it’s just for a scene.”

Jazmine **** a smile, feeling the unease creep in. “Well, it’s part of the job,” she said, hoping to steer the conversation back to a safer topic.

Jared’s gaze lingered a moment longer before he finally stepped back, giving her some space. “Right. Well, keep up the good work.”

She nodded, relieved when he walked away. Shaking off the uncomfortable encounter, she focused on the scene again. This time, the energy was more intense, their movements more synchronized. Kyle’s hands found their way to the small of her back, pulling her closer as they embraced passionately for the scene.

She could feel his breath on her skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as they acted out the scene. Jazmine closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment, even though a part of her mind was always detached, analyzing every move, every touch. She had become an expert at compartmentalizing her emotions, keeping her true feelings locked away.

“Cut! That was perfect!” Mark’s voice brought her back to reality. “Next scene, everyone.”

Jazmine stepped away, heading back to her vanity van for a quick break. She needed a moment to regroup, to shed the character and return to herself. Inside the van, she leaned against the counter, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves.

As she sipped on a bottle of water, her thoughts drifted back to the scene, to Kyle’s touch and the way her body responded despite her best efforts to remain detached. It was a constant struggle, balancing the demands of her career with the reality of her identity.

Jazmine stood in her vanity van, sipping from a water bottle as she adjusted her outfit. The black jumpsuit clung to her curves, and the thigh-high boots made her legs look endless. She checked her reflection, smoothing down a wrinkle and ensuring everything was in place. The jumpsuit was tight and revealing, making her feel both powerful and exposed. She sighed, trying to focus on the upcoming scenes and not the way the costume made her feel.

The door behind her clicked open, and she saw Jared in the mirror, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. His eyes were full of a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Hey there, Jazmine," he said, his tone dripping with cockiness. "You know, I've been watching you."

Jazmine turned to face him, confusion knitting her brow. "What, Jared?"

He took a few steps closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come on, Jazmine. You can't seriously be interested in that idiot Kyle. It's obvious you want someone who can handle you, someone like me."

She blinked, utterly bewildered. "Jared, I don't know where you're getting this from. Kyle and I are fine."

Jared smirked, closing the distance between them. "Oh, please. You're just playing hard to get. I can see right through you."

Before she could react, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, his lips crashing onto hers. Jazmine's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to push him away, but his grip was strong. His tongue **** its way into her mouth, and she felt a surge of panic.

"Jared, stop!" she managed to gasp between kisses, but he only tightened his hold.

"You know you want this," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and insistent. "Stop pretending."

Jazmine's mind raced. She remembered sparring with Jared back when she was Jackson Steele, when they were evenly matched in strength. Now, she felt weak, her arms trembling as she tried to push him off. Jared's strength overpowered her, and she felt a helplessness that was unfamiliar and terrifying.

"Jared, seriously, stop!" she pleaded, her voice shaking. But he didn't listen. He only laughed, a low, mocking sound.

"You're playing hard to get, babe. It's cute, but we both know how this is gonna end."

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest. She tried to twist away, but his hands were everywhere, roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts through the jumpsuit. She let out a strangled cry, the sound muffled by his mouth on hers.

"Jared, please," she whispered desperately, but he just smirked against her lips.

"Relax, Jazmine. Just let it happen."

His hands moved down, grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer. Jazmine's mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She thought of all the times she had matched Jared's strength, arm-wrestling him for fun, but now she could hardly muster the energy to push him away.

"Stop," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please, stop."

Jared finally pulled back, looking down at her with a satisfied grin. "See? I knew you wanted it."

Jazmine's eyes were filled with tears of frustration and anger. She shoved him with all her might, finally breaking free from his grip. She backed away, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Get out," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and fear. "Get out, Jared."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, still wearing that infuriating smirk. "Alright, alright. Calm down, babe. But you know where to find me when you change your mind."

With that, he unlocked the door and sauntered out, leaving Jazmine shaking and breathless. She leaned against the counter, trying to steady herself. Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman who was tough and resilient, but inside, she felt shattered.

Jazmine closed the door of her vanity van behind her, leaning against it with a mixture of anger and determination. Her hands trembled slightly as she took deep breaths, trying to steady herself after Jared's unwelcome advance. The memory of his hands on her, his lips forcing themselves onto hers, made her skin crawl with disgust.

"Just keep going," she muttered to herself, her jaw clenched. "You can do this."

She splashed water on her face, washing away the remnants of Jared's touch, and took a moment to compose herself. Her mind raced with indignation and a fierce desire to turn the tables on him. She wasn't going to let him get away with making her feel ****.

As she fixed her hair and makeup, a plan began to form in her mind. Jared was in the upcoming scene, and she knew exactly how she was going to deal with him. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she thought about what she would do.

Back on set, Jazmine found herself standing opposite Jared, who was oblivious to the storm brewing within her. They were supposed to film a playful confrontation scene where her character outwitted his. The script called for banter and wit, but Jazmine had something else in mind.

"Action!" the director called out.

Jazmine stepped into character, her voice laced with a sharp edge as she delivered her lines. Jared responded with his usual cocky demeanor, unaware of the subtle changes in Jazmine's tone and demeanor.

As the scene progressed, Jazmine improvised. She subtly changed her lines, turning the playful banter into a pointed jab at Jared's expense. Her character's wit turned into cutting remarks that hit close to home.

Jared's expression shifted from confidence to confusion, then to embarrassment as he realized what she was doing. His lines faltered, and he stumbled over his words, unable to regain his composure.

"Cut!" the director called, sensing the tension on set.

Jazmine held her ground, her gaze steady as she looked directly at Jared. There was a fire in her eyes, a silent challenge that spoke volumes. She had turned the tables on him, and he knew it.

"That was... interesting," Jared muttered, his cheeks flushed with humiliation.

Jazmine nodded curtly, her smile cold. "Maybe next time, you'll think twice before crossing boundaries."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Jared standing there, stunned and red-faced. She felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing she had reclaimed her power and put him in his place.

Back in her vanity van, Jazmine let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The encounter with Jared had been unsettling, but she had turned it into a moment of triumph. She wouldn't let anyone diminish her or make her feel **** again.

As she touched up her makeup, a sense of pride washed over her. She had faced adversity head-on and emerged stronger. Tomorrow was another day, another scene, and she was ready to take on whatever challenges came her way.

With renewed resolve, she straightened her jumpsuit and prepared to return to set. Jared's humiliation would serve as a reminder—to him and to herself—that she was not to be underestimated.

Jazmine Jade stepped into her vanity van, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders after a long day on set. She sank into the plush chair, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Jared. The air was heavy with the day's tension, and she welcomed the solitude, needing a moment to gather herself.

As she closed her eyes, trying to shake off the lingering unease, she heard the door click shut behind her. Her eyes snapped open in surprise as Kyle entered, locking the door behind him with a determined click. She stood up slowly, uncertain of his intentions after everything that had transpired.

Kyle approached her, his gaze intense yet strangely reassuring. "Jazmine," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I need you."

Jazmine's heart skipped a beat as he closed the distance between them, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. For a moment, she hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But then, almost instinctively, she responded, kissing him back with a fervor that surprised even herself.

Their lips moved together urgently, tongues intertwining as desire flared between them. Kyle's hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and comforting. He pulled her closer, and she melted into his embrace, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over her. Compared to Jared's aggression, this felt different—safer, almost familiar in its routine.

Breaking the kiss, Kyle looked at her with heated intensity. "Let's take this further," he whispered, his voice thick with need.

Jazmine nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay."

He took her hand and led her further into the vanity van, the dim light casting shadows that danced across their faces. With practiced ease, Kyle began to undress her, his movements slow and deliberate. The black jumpsuit pooled around her feet, leaving her standing in her lace bra and panties.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Kyle murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her body.

Jazmine's breath caught in her throat at his words, her mind momentarily clouded by a rush of conflicting emotions. She pushed them aside, focusing on the physical sensations—the warmth of Kyle's touch, the rhythm of their breathing, the soft fabric against her skin.

He guided her gently, positioning her doggy-style in front of the vanity mirror. Jazmine looked at her reflection, seeing herself as Jazmine Jade, the character she had crafted so carefully. The woman in the mirror was confident, alluring, a fantasy brought to life for the screen.

Kyle's hands gripped her hips firmly as he entered her, his movements slow and deliberate. Jazmine gasped at the initial intrusion, the FemmePro delivering muted sensations that her body responded to instinctively. Her breath hitched as he thrust deeper, the mirror reflecting their joined bodies in an intimate dance.

As Kyle picked up the pace, Jazmine's thoughts drifted. She thought about her day, the challenges she faced, and the roles she played—both on screen and off. She thought about Jared's unwanted advance and the way it had shaken her to the core. And now, here with Kyle, she felt a strange mix of conflicting desires—the need to please, the need to perform, and the faint stirrings of something deeper that she dared not acknowledge.

Kyle's moans filled the small space, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. His grip tightened on her hips, each thrust sending ripples of sensation through Jazmine's body. She focused on the physical, on the way her body responded despite her inner turmoil. The FemmePro provided a disconnected pleasure, not quite real but enough to convince Kyle of her arousal.

"Oh, fuck," Kyle groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good."

Jazmine **** a moan, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to keep up the act. "Yes," she gasped, her voice betraying none of the complexity raging within her.

She watched their reflection in the mirror, seeing Kyle behind her, lost in his own pleasure. Her own face was a mask of desire, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with a mix of arousal and uncertainty. She felt a pang of identity dysphoria, a reminder of the person she was pretending to be versus the person she truly was.

Kyle's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close, so close to climaxing, and Jazmine knew she needed to play her part to perfection.

"Cum for me, Kyle," she whispered, her voice a delicate plea.

With a final, deep thrust, Kyle shuddered, his body tense against hers as he found release. Jazmine felt the warmth of his climax, a sensation that was both familiar and foreign. She remained unsatisfied, the muted pleasure of the FemmePro usually not quite enough to push her over the edge.

As Kyle pulled out slowly, his breathing slowing, he kissed her neck softly. "You're amazing, babe," he murmured, his voice filled with post-orgasmic bliss.

Jazmine **** a smile, her heart heavy with the usual conflicting emotions. "Anything for you," she replied softly, her voice a blend of practiced affection and hidden turmoil. She knew this was part of the game, part of the price she paid to keep her career on track.

Kyle straightened up, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied grin. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Jazmine nodded, watching him leave the vanity van with a wave of relief. She remained standing there for a moment longer, feeling the weight of the day settle around her like a shroud.

Slowly, she began to dress, a reminder of the roles she played and the sacrifices she made. She adjusted her clothing with practiced ease, hiding the turmoil beneath the facade of Jazmine Jade, the confident and alluring actress.

As she stepped out of the vanity van, the evening air cool against her skin, Jazmine took a deep breath. Tomorrow was another day, but the same roles to play.