The Screenwriter

Samantha told herself this would be the last time.

Of course, she had said the same thing about the five times before this. She knew that this was a bad idea, that is was at best a conflict of interest and at worst, potentially exploitative. But it was partially that forbidden aspect that made it so exciting for her. The other part was simply that he was really good at sex. She was currently bent over the back seat of his car, her legs out the open back door, her feet on the pavement while he plowed into her from behind. He was picking up the pace and she could tell he was getting close. She was on the precipice herself, as she began to grind back against him harder, rolling her wide hips slightly with each push. This was always the best part, where everything else fell away and all that remained was the pleasure. With a small shuddering moan, she came, her tight pussy clenching around her companion's cock. There was a small “Oh God,” behind her, then his fingers dug into her thick soft thighs as he came as well. He remained inside her for a minute, then slowly begun to pull out. “Last time,” Samantha weakly promised herself.

She slowly stood back upright, pulling her panties back up and her skirt down. She turned around to face Thomas, as he was zipping up his fly. He had a wide grin that she couldn't help but return with her own dopey smile.

“Damn Samantha, have I told you how amazing you are lately?” Thomas leaned back against the large SUV parked next to them. “Man, I really needed this.”

“We...we really should stop doing this,” she replied languidly, fighting through the pleasant afterglow.

“Why? Because I'm your agent?” Thomas chuckled dryly. “If you think we're the only agent and client doing this I've got some news for you. Besides, this is about to become a business meeting.”

Samantha plopped down on the rear seat of Thomas' BMW, her legs hanging out the side door. They were in a large parking deck that was big enough to hide their rendezvous, but not busy enough that they were likely to be interrupted. She gave Thomas a hopeful look.

“Someone's interested in my screenplay?”

“No, unfortunately,” Thomas' wide grin never faltered “But I might have a...different kind of opportunity for you.”

Samantha's face fell slightly. “Oh? What?”

“I've got a new reality dating show that wants to be ready to air for the start of the Fall season. They need a lot of people in a hurry.”

Samantha frowned and her hazel eyes narrowed behind her large round glasses.

“Thomas, I'm a writer. How is going on a reality dating show supposed to help my career?”

Thomas let out a short bark of a laugh. “You'd be a writer for the show Sam, not a contestant!”

Now she was just confused. “Isn't the whole point of reality TV that it's supposedly unscripted?”

“Yes, but they still need writers. The contestants and their interactions are largely unscripted, but the show intros and outros, interview questions for the host? Those all have to be written.”

Samantha's looked uncertain, so Thomas pressed on.

“Look, it's relatively light work and it should only take up a couple months. I know it's not your dream job, but it will give you a writing credit and that will make it much easier for me to market your screenplay. Heck, you'll probably have time to write on the side. How's that sci-fi screenplay going by the way?”

Samantha met Thomas' eyes, but she couldn't hide the blush from creeping into her face. “It's coming along.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Thomas replied doubtfully. “I hate to beat a dead horse, but like I've said there's more demand for those then there are fantasy screenplays right now. And since you don't have any writing credits right now your fantasy screenplay is an even tougher sell.”

Samantha eyes dropped down to the parking lot asphalt. “I know…” she sighed.

“Hey, chin up there girl,” Thomas said encouragingly. “I said tougher not impossible. I wouldn't have kept you as a client if I thought you were completely hopeless. Just do me a favor and pick up the reality show gig. It will be a breeze for you, and it will get you a writing credit which will help us enormously.”

Her eyes found his again. His bright blue eyes were gentle and hopeful. They were what had made her attracted to him in the first place.

“Ok, I'll take the job,” She smiled weakly. “But I don't want to make a habit of writing for reality TV.”

“Yes! Thanks Sam!” Thomas sounded triumphant. “And don't worry, once you finish this I'll see if I can find a good episodic TV show to take you on.”

Sam's frown returned, “No procedurals!”

“No procedurals, I promise. Now if you don't mind, I need to get back to the office and you're sitting in my car...”

Samantha's blush returned as she awkwardly rose to her feet. Thomas shook her hand in a mockingly formal way while giving her a wink, then he got in his car, and peeled out of the parking deck. Samantha turned and began the long walk back to her own car. They made a point to never park too close to one another. There was a dull, but pleasant ache between her thick thighs as she walked that **** her to walk with a slight hitch in her step. She smiled slightly, Thomas had really done a number on her this time. She kept telling herself it was just a fun fling, but she also couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be putting more effort into selling her screenplay since they started having meetings “out-of-office.” She pushed that thought from her mind. She wasn’t that type of person, and that’s why this had to stop. “Last time.” She finally reached her old run-down sedan, opened the door, and slid behind the wheel.