"You Know What? Don't Pick Me, Go With Him Instead."

You’re pointing at one of the three male actors, who looks at you shocked.

“I wasn’t planning to pick y-“ the director begins, but you cut her off.

“It was a pleasure, no worries,” you smoothly say, “and if you need me, you’ve got my number.”

You extend a gloved hand and shake the director’s hand, followed by the other three actors, before leaving the room. Its occupants are all bewildered and looking at each other, unsure of what just transpired. They’ll catch on soon enough when the itching powder really settles in and puts them out of action. It never hurts to play dirty.

Meanwhile, you make your way down towards Emma Rain’s room, where she’s waiting on call for when the actor’s chosen. You see her sitting in a comfortable chair, scrolling through something on her phone.

“Hey Emma,” you say, entering the room. “The director’s chosen me for the scene, and said that we can take a little time to get acquainted before the shooting starts.”

“Oh?” she says, glancing you over. The subtext hardly needs to be said.

“Like what you see?” you say, teasing her. Before she can properly react, you strip off your suit in one smooth motion, revealing your toned chest and abs.

“Shit,” she says. “The other guy was built like a sand castle, but these things” - she feels your arms with a petite hand of hers - “feel like steel.”

“It’s not the only steel I’ve got,” you say, and she raises an eyebrow. “But the only thing could melt it would be something as hot as you.”

“Hey, if your sweet talking wasn’t more of the Splenda bullshit variety I might even have been charmed there,” she says.

“Well if I’m built like a steel fortress, you’re a house of twigs,” you say. “Got anything to show me?”

She rises to your challenge, getting out of her chair. She traces the lines of your chest with her hand, grinding her body close up against yours.

“Am I frail enough for you?” she says as she squeezes your muscles.

“I think you still have a lot to demonstrate,” you say, running a hand up her shirt to the small of her back. Her bra comes undone with a quick twist of your hand, and she covers her mouth in mock horror as your hands run over her breasts appreciatively.

“That’s a curve I can appreciate,” you whisper, feeling her up.

Her hands have wandered downwards, and she grasps your stiffening cock through your pants. She’s impatient, and she springs your cock free after a brief second of work.

Her tiny fingers trace circles around your cock and fondle your balls, and she starts jerking you off as you squeeze her tits. She lets out a scream, as you slam her against the ground, and you know you’re treating her roughly. Her hand tightens around your cock, pulling hard, and you rip off her pants.

Her hands still clutching your cock like a lifesaver, you thrust deep into her, filling her up. Her body shudders in pleasure, and she screams again as you maul her tits, kissing her neck with more teeth than is necessary. You push deep into her and pull out, thrusting with enough **** to send her limbs sprawling.

“Fuck me, fuck me so hard,” she moans, and you know that this is what she’s always wanted. You indulge her, fucking her with your inhuman strength. She writhes in pleasure, as if trying to escape, and her back arches. Gods is Emma flexible, and you feel your cock **** upwards along with the motion of her body.

You pound her for minutes, giving her no time to rest from her rapid panting. Her eyes are shut in rapture, mouth letting loose a string of moans and expletives so crude and lewd that you even pick up a few new creative uses of the English language along the way. With one last push, you unload inside of her, your cum spilling forth.

She screams in ecstasy, having cum several times already, but this one seems greater than all the others. Her body arches high again, and you feel your dick bending and straining, deep inside of her, still hard from her hot, tight pussy. She moans, and gradually her eyes open up.

“Fuck me again,” she says, “fuck my ass.”