Taking Five...

You were glad your office on set was sound proof. As you pounded Florence she was bit vocal even though her voice was naturally low she was making high pitched moans. Your cock drove in and out her as her hips thrusted against yours. Florence leans over you with her back arched, her hands squeezing your shoulders as you kiss and suck on her hard nipples. The only thing heard in your office is the sound of bare skin slapping, her moans and your office chair creaking.

Outside in the studio, the actor that is playing Mr. Smith is flirting with Heather. The man that played the desk clerk was a starting actor and this was his first role. He was busy going over the smutty script as he had a sandwich. The lighting crew was adjust the lights for the next scene with Jenny directing them.

In the dressing room Kitty finished working on Saorise and Mrs. Smith. "Try, not to touch your make-up too much," she said checking the pair over. Both women's clothing were tattered as it was what the next scene called for and their skin looked moist as if from sweat but it was really just oil. Both their hair was messy but it was controlled mess done by Kitty's skillful touch. Kitty owned a salon and you had met her through a friend. She was good at what she did and wasn't really interesting in going into show biz. You were easily able to 'convince' her though.

Both actresses nodded to Kitty before the make-up artist left them. She was feeling a bit hungry and remembered seeing the actor playing the desk clerk by the snack table. He was a little cute.

Once they were alone Saorise turned to Mrs. Smith, "You're really good, I did not expect you to be a production like this."

"Well work is work you know..." Mrs. Smith said was she played with a couple strands of hair. She glanced over Saorise's reflection in the mirror they shared. "I don't see you working something like this either to be honest."

"Well, I'm always looking to expend my resume," Saorise replied as she spread some of the oil around her cleavage, she sort like how the shine of the oil made her breasts look fuller. She was slender and was not considered stack by any means but in the skimpy maid outfit and the make-up she looked pretty good.

"So our next scene has you going down on me," Mrs. Smith turning to Saorise. "I need you to take long sucks and no teeth."

"Not even a little?"

"None, shit tickles me I'm not going to giggling like an idiot and ruin the shot."

"Got it."

"I'm gonna scream out and grab your hair...pinch my thigh if I do it too hard and I'll back off."

Saorise nodded. "Are you going to be able to lift me on to the dresser later?"

Mrs. Smith looked over at the Irish actress. "No sweat," she said with a shrug. "Oh you can call me Mandy by the way," she then said as she turned back to the mirror.

"I guess first name basis works since I'll be eating you out," Saorise chuckled. "Wasn't sure if you wanted to just be called Ms. Moore or something...calling you Mrs. Smith doesn't really fit an actress of your talents."

Mandy laughed. "Mandy is find...Ms. Moore sounds like my mother."

"Ladies, Max is back on set in two minutes," Heather called as she ducked her head into the dressing room.

"Duty calls," Mandy said standing up. Mandy had been in line at a Starbucks that morning. She noticed you from one of your shows and bought you a coffee. You chatted for a bit and she was not impressed that you were making porno. That was the last thing Mandy Moore remembered.