Lush Life

Late October, 2019. Los Angeles, California.

After my impromptu engagement to Ana a few weeks ago, things haven't changed that much. While Ana seemed a bit more relaxed with a ring on her finger, I didn't really have time to ogle her with it on. We were both still busy. I guess the only difference now was that I was out working and she was the one at home.

I'd picked up a small project and now I was doing the second job of the casting director. Meeting the cast. I picked out a fairly upscale but not too fancy restaurant, sat in the corner booth, and waited. She was late. Late to the point where I looked like I'd been stood up and now the waitress kept giving me melancholy glances each time she passed.

I kept checking my phone for a text. Nothing. I leaned back deeper into the chair, tapping my fingers over the table cloth as my glass of water sat untouched. I figured she'd gotten cold feet, which happens. We'd just move on. I kept glancing at the door, but found nothing. I figured I'd give it ten more minutes.

Until.

"Mr. Tennerman!"

It was half-apologetic, half-starstruck. I stood up. Elle Fanning politely weaved past the hostess with a soft, genuine smile. She wore tall black heels, a white dress with clean lines and small, elegant cutouts along her ribs. That soft, almost glowing blonde of hers was curled at the ends like it'd been kissed by a curling iron thirty minutes ago. Despite the casualty of the evening, she looked red carpet ready.

"I'm so sorry!" Elle said quickly, already reaching for my hand before I could say anything. Her soft hand shook mine. "I was halfway here when I realized I'd left my purse in the house, but I was in an Uber so it wasn't like I could turn around and so--"

Elle cut herself off with a deep breath.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." I smiled.

Elle took her seat as though she were aware a camera was on her. Perfectly photogenic with her legs crossed and her arms folded into her lap.

"I'm not in trouble am I?"

"No," I said, sitting down. "But you were about five minutes from it."

Elle laughed lightly, biting the corner of her lip like she didn't mean to laugh at all.

"So what do you plan on doing? Like... What's your job as a producer?"

"You don't know what producers do?"

"They produce," she chuckled to herself. "But I'm only asking because I'm curious."

"Well, I don't mean to divulge any insider secrets, but... I plan on sitting in a chair and watching everybody else work. Maybe jot some lines in red marker into the script." I smirked.

Elle laughed again. "That sounds about right. Maybe you'll hold a clipboard and wear sunglasses indoors."

"Exactly. You get it." I laughed back. Elle brushed a loose strand of hair from the bridge of her nose before clearing her throat.

"So... how old are you?"

"Thirty-four." I said.

"No way."

"You asked." I shrugged.

"It's just," Elle's eyes scanned my face. "You look younger. A lot younger than the photos."

That made me pause.

"Photos?"

Before she could answer, the waitress came around with a notepad and a smile.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes," Elle straightened in her seat, still smirking to herself as she grabbed the menu.

*

By the time the food came, I'd forgotten her comment and even what I'd ordered. She talked fast and frantic, switching from story to story until she got red in the face. A casting call a few hours from her home, endless stories about her sister, a role she didn't get that still burned her up. But she wasn't annoyingly talkative. It was actually kinda nice and she had a sense of humor about herself.

That was until she was halfway through with her salmon.

"So... are you taken?" She asked. Her voice was lighter. I felt her heel brush my shin under the table.

"Recently engaged." I said.

"Huh. You don't seem taken."

"What does that mean?"

"It's just... I've known plenty of girls who've cheated."

There was zero guilt or shame in her voice. Just as casual as the wind.

"That's your follow up?" I snorted. "You know some cheaters?"

"I'm just saying. People are complicated." Elle shrugged again.

I cleared my throat and nodded towards the dessert menu.

"Want anything sweet before we wrap up?"

"Nope," Elle grinned. "Watching my figure."

Of course. I flagged down a waiter and paid and tipped all the while Elle kept her eyes on me. She glanced down at the receipt over her glass of water, smug and unbothered.

"Where'd you park?" She asked.

"The garage across the street."

"Perfect," She rose from her seat. Before I could step ahead or say goodbye or even offer a handshake, her hand slipped into mine. "Walk with me?"

"Why not?" I shrugged. With that, we stepped out into the night. As we made our way down the sidewalk, Elle's hand stayed in mine. I noticed her humming to herself like this was a date night. We crossed toward the garage, and she didn't say a word until we hit the elevator.

"Y'know if you were really faithful you wouldn't just let me hold your hand." She said softly. I looked at her and she didn't look back. We stepped into the elevator.

"It's an open relationship." I said.

That got her attention. She turned to face me and perked up.

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

She smiled like a kid in a candy shop.

"Well that makes things a *lot* less complicated."

"No... it's still complicated. Conflict of interest and all that."

Elle either couldn't hear me or simply chose not to respond. As the elevator dinged and opened to the second level, she leaned in slightly.

"Can I see your car?"

"You need a ride?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" She smiled.

I didn't argue. We walked the last few steps in silence. She let go of my hand and instead wrapped herself around my arm, still humming to herself. I unlocked the Benz and she walked around to the passenger side, trailing her pale hand over the hood.

"Plenty of space." she said, beaming at the open door as she settled into the passenger seat. I got in and started the engine, but didn't pull out just yet. I smelled something sweet and warm. Something vanilla scented, soft, and overwhelming.

"What is that?" I asked. "Your lotion? Or perfume?"

"Oh," Elle pointed her nose up. "Imported goatmilk."

"...Really?"

"Yeah, massaged into my skin by nuns in the Swiss Alps. I bathed in it for purity. That's why I'm glowing." Elle laughed at her own joke with a wave of her hand.

"Kidding, kidding... It's just Jergens."

She then lifted her arm and pressed it right under my nose.

"Give it a whiff," she huffed, a bit too sexual for a casual forearm sniff.

Her skin was soft. Vanilla, creamy soft just like her complexion. It crept into my senses and lingered. Elle stared at me with wide, unblinking eyes that knew exactly what they were doing. When she pulled her arm back, I found myself growing hard, my cock pressing against my inner thigh under my slacks. Elle adjusted in her seat and then slid her hand across the center console, finding my inner thigh. Her fingers wrapped around my concealed thickness with ease even in the dark.

"I'd love to help relieve you of all that producer stress," she whispered.

"Not that stressful," I huffed. "I wasn't kidding when I said all we do is sit in the chair."

"Hm," She hummed with a smile. "Still sounds exhausting."

She tightened her grip on my cock before leaning in to kiss me. Her free hand came up to my jaw as our lips melded together. For a few seconds I blanked out, allowing Elle to hypnotize me with her hands and her sweet scent.

"I wasn't kidding either," she purred after breaking the kiss. "About that cheating thing. I mean... I've done it before. Twice, actually. Well the first time was a little complicated but after that I told myself I wouldn't do it again."

I throbbed in her grip. That got her to really smile.

"But you..." she eased the zipper of my pants down nice and slow. "I don't think you'll tell, will you?" She asked with a faux-innocent pout that made me throb harder.

Elle wrapped her fingers around the waistband of my underwear, freeing my cock with a lewd bounce into the open air. She wrapped her palm around the base and began stroking me slowly and leisurely. She then leaned over, her blonde falling in my lap as her mouth hovered over my pulsing tip.

"You wanna stop me?" she asked, looking up at me with that same cutesy pout. "This is your chance."

Of course I didn't.

Elle smiled wider before pursing her lips and planting a heavy kiss along the slit. Pre-cum gummed up on her lips before she licked it up.

"Goodness, your tense. Never been blown in a parking garage?" Elle asked as she lightly flicked her tongue along the head. Then she wrapped her lips around the first few inches, immediately sealing and then bobbing her head up and down. She sucked me with an easy rhythm, moaning against my skin as she wrapped both hands around the base.

She twisted her wrists along with the rhythm of her head, bathing me in spit and filling the enclosed space with thick, guttural sounds. While she may have sounded like she was trying to cough up a lung, her ardent hands and lips kept her warm spit sealed. I moaned through gritted teeth as one of her hands cradled my sack.

She slowed down, dragging her lips over my shaft and letting me feel every inch of her warm mouth. Her silky blonde spilled across my lap as she upped the pace of her bobbing, cupping my sack to catch the spit and rub it into my skin. Her hand gripped tighter around the base as she briefly split her lips to breathe, sending a wash of spit falling for just a second.

"Give it," she whispered. "I want it."

Then she went back to work without a care about the mess she was making of her lips and chin. She started to bob her head with more urgency.

"Elle," I warned her. She took me as deep as possible. Her lips found her sticky index finger as she gagged around me. After just a few more pumps of her throat I was gone. My head dropped back against the seat as I came hard. She stayed there with her mouth stuffed, swallowing every drop until the twitching slowed. She slinked off my now slippery, spit-soaked cock with a gasp.

"There. Stress free." She laughed and licked her lips before leaning in to kiss me lightly on the jaw. Then she sat back and fixed her dress, adjusting the hem and smoothing out the fabric. I zipped up my pants in silence as Elle tapped her address into her phone. I nodded and pulled out of the garage, driving off to her little apartment complex not far from there.

We drove in relative silence aside from Elle sneaking in the occasional comment about a potential bathtub scene. When I made it to her apartment building, I put the car in park. Elle had quieted down a bit as she pulled her blonde back into a loose tie. Her eyes constantly darted from the dash to me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I um..." Elle stopped, but her hand was resting on the door handle. "I've got dessert upstairs. If you want."

She smiled lightly. I noticed the faint shift in her posture. She looked nervous, like this part scared her more than what she'd just done. She fiddled with her fingers a bit while chewing at her bottom lip. Less sexy and more rattled. I turned the engine off.

"Sure, I like dessert."

Elle let out a little gasp of delight before stepping out of the car. We walked up in silence as I took in the look of the building. It was clean and compact with no elevator in sight. She led me up the stairs until we reached her room. Inside was a cozy little one bedroom, one bathroom that could've just been her L.A. home. A small lamp from the kitchen cast an orange glow over the entire room. The whole place smelled like her lotion.

"Do you want water or anything?" Elle asked as she slipped out of her shoes.

"I'm good." I nodded.

Elle walked to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a glass dish covered in plastic wrap.

"I wasn't kidding about dessert." She smiled softly as she made her way to the table. She peeled back the plastic, revealing a pink jello cake with whipped cream on top.

"It was a gift from my sister. I said I didn't want it but she insisted. I haven't touched it since I got it two days ago because I know I would've eaten the whole thing." Elle explained, laughing lightly to herself.

"Yeah, I would have destroyed that too," I shrugged. I took my shoes off and sat at the table. She grabbed two forks from a drawer then pulled out both chairs. I took a seat and she handed me a fork. She took a bite first and moaned when the gelatin hit her lips. Then she passed the dish to me. I took a bite. It was certainly better than what the restaurant had. But that wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind.

"So," I started. "What did you mean when you mentioned photos?"

"I... I read celebrity forums." Elle said with a guilty smile.

"CelebCloset?" I asked.

"No, no," she giggled. "The weird ones. Old archives and all that. I used to do it all the time before I technically became one. Anyways, I like stories. Making bread out of breadcrumbs."

"...Okay," I nodded.

"I started seeing this guy pop up. Not all the time. It was sporadic. There was one with Anya Taylor-Joy back in like 2017, right? Then there was one of the same guy driving to Taylor Swift's house around last year. There's a lot of them in London so I figured this guy had to be British. Anyway, I noticed that he had the same build in every picture. Ana De Armas' secret lover? Or Sydney Sweeney? I mean even Emma Watson was in one of them. At least I think so. But nobody could ever really pin it down. A lot of people figured he was just some ghost or a personal trainer."

She snorted at that.

"I had no idea either. But I kept combing through what little there was, or is, and I thought: Who is the guy who keeps ending up with women like *that* and still hasn't been found out? How do you hide when you're like six-foot something?"

Elle stared straight in my eyes.

"And now... you're here. In my apartment. Eating jello cake. After a... fun dinner."

I took a deep breath.

"Elle," I said firmly. "I need you to chalk all of that up to hearsay."

"I can do that." she said immediately.

"I value my privacy."

"I know," Elle said, reaching out to lace her fingers between mine. "I would never hurt you. Ever."

Elle then looked down at our joined hands, smiling like a schoolgirl around her crush.

"Do you... want to be my secret?" She whispered. "Because I know I'd love to be yours."

She didn't sound like she did in the car. Not teasing or sly. She sounded like she'd been waiting to find me. Like she'd been waiting to say these exact words the moment she saw a 480p picture of me being roped around by whoever felt like doing it that day. I tightened my grip on her fingers.

"I need you to keep all this under the radar. No texts to friends. No drunken giggles. Actually don't be social and drink at the same time anymore."

"Okay," Elle giggled.

"I'm serious about the first part."

"I know," Elle said as she rose out of her chair, her arms still tangled in mine. "I swear. Not a soul."

With that, she turned and guided me down to the short hallway across the room. I followed, watching her light up and walk backwards. She finally broke our hold to turn on the lights, but before I could take in her room, she pounced on me.

She kissed me firmly, mashing her lips against mine and planting her fingers on my jaw. My hands found her waist through her dress, holding her tight as we moaned softly into each other's mouths. I didn't grab or pull, as much as I wanted to get my hands on her ass, I let her take control. I did trust her, even if it was just for the night. I let her guide the kiss deeper as she slid her hands over my chest, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

Elle then hurriedly broke the kiss as though she was on a timer. She stepped back slowly towards the bed as she maintained eye contact with me. She flopped onto the mattress with her legs raised high and her arms stretched behind her head. She untangled the barely there knot she'd made out of nervousness earlier, letting her gorgeous golden hair spill out over the sheets like water.

Elle let out a breathless giggle as her fingers wandered around the hem of her dress. She looked absolutely angelic in the low lamplight. A small blush had grown over her ghostly pale skin, her smile burned bright, and her long legs were trembling slightly. She quickly shattered that cherubic image. She reached down and ripped the bottom of her dress with ease, exposing her thighs and her bare lips.

"Elle," I chuckled. I needed something to say due to the shock of her going all night without panties. "I think you looked really nice in that dress."

"I thrifted this. It was like, seven bucks." She huffed as she brought her hands to her inner thighs, pressing her palms into her skin to spread herself to me.

"Now please," she whimpered. "Eat me."

It wasn't a question, more of a demand, but she said it softer than her offering of dessert. I quickly unbuttoned and threw my shirt to the side, licking my lips in anticipation. She was soaking wet and seemingly getting messier the closer I got. I climbed onto bed and slid my hands down her thighs before my fingers curled behind her knees. I kissed the inside of her knee just once as I began to massage her thighs.

She moaned softly as my touch. I needed her to cool down, even just a little bit. She relaxed her exquisite body deeper into the mattress.

"I thought you wouldn't be this gentle," she huffed excitedly.

"Don't judge a book by its low resolution cover," I grinned.

"Hm," Elle held back a laugh. "Some of them were actually pretty, okaaay..."

I cut her off with a gentle lick right along her wetness. Just a slow lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top. Not deep. I'd only used the tip of my tongue, but she was so sweet it was enough. She opened her legs for me immediately. I kept stroking with just the tip but continued to go up and down.

"Yes... Hooolyyy-- oh my gooodddnesss..." Elle muttered as her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her hands clutched at her pert breasts beneath her ruined dress. I placed my hands on her thighs with my fingers still lazily rubbing her skin. I felt her pulse on my tongue just a bit and that's when I moved up, hyperfocused on her little clit.

"Eeek!" Elle squeaked, loud and clearly embarrassed. I flicked, swirled, and danced just along her sensitive nub. That sent her into a frenzy of choked gasps and moans, with one hand coming down and digging into my scalp.

"I love it... I love it... Please don't stoooop..." Elle cooed as she rocked herself as best she could against my jaw. I did exactly as I was told until her legs started to shake violently. I dropped my tongue down to her folds, returning to those slow and wide strokes.

"Awwwh..." Elle whined, groaning through gritted teeth.

"You're--" Elle tried to speak, then stopped, hissing and biting her bottom lip. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue through her pussy like butter, savoring every drop while watching her writhe. I kept my pace irregular, one moment flicking at her clit and the next moment I was swirling around slowly inside of her. Frantic one second, worshipful the next. Just like her.

I pulled back for a moment, licking my lips and catching my breath.

"You were about to say something. What was it?"

Elle blinked down at me, the slight red on her skin had now fully bloomed to her entire body.

"I... I forgot..." She laughed.

"Try." I smiled. I moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, gently spreading her lips with my index and middle finger. She shivered at my touch. I moved my fingers in soft circles, just enough to tease entry and make her twitch.

"I don't know... You're just..."

I pressed in.