Lush Life

January 2020. Los Angeles, California.

I've done a lot of smaller projects over the years. All of them were exhausting, but that came with the territory. Ana and I both knew that the bulk of the annual income came from her. Which I was fine with of course. Big projects were unstable, usually overblown in the amount of help I'd receive, and budgeting was the biggest factor. This film itself was neat. A strange little tale about a farm girl, Elle's character, with dream logic and no clear antagonist. Except maybe the weather? It was right up my alley, but Elle made it easier.

A consummate professional. Never showed up late, in fact she was earlier than me sometimes. She seldom flubbed lines and if she did she hit it right on the money by take three. Granted, the script wasn't exactly full of dialogue and a lot of the acting work was in her facial expressions and body movements, but my point still stands. She'd show up early and stay late. Something about wanting to 'absorb the atmosphere' which frankly didn't make any sense to me. She'd been on sets since she was young.

That was until the first night. I stayed late in my office and was just about to shut down for the night when there was a knock at the door. Three soft knocks followed by silence. Anybody on the crew would ask for me by name after a knock. It had to be her.

"Come in," I said.

The door creaked open and there she was. Her hair was tied down into a low ponytail, her eyes shone bright with mischief, and she wore a deep green sweater to accommodate for the slight breeze. She held the script notes in one hand and her phone in the other.

"Sorry," she spoke softly. "Didn't mean to bother you this late."

"You didn't." I said, standing up from my desk. Deja vu was hitting hard.

"I had a question," Elle slowly closed the door and made her way further inside. "About the dinner scene."

I nodded and watched her thumb drag across the page, not stopping on any particular line.

"That scene's already been shot," I said.

"I know. I just wanted to... understand it better. The subtext."

"Okay," I nodded. "So anything specific?"

Elle drifted closer. "You always stay this late?"

"Sometimes."

"You're not wearing your sunglasses. Or your headset..." She grinned, biting her bottom lip.

"I'm off the clock," I said. "What's your question, Elle?"

She took a step closer. The script hit the desk with a soft thump. Her fingers danced over the fabric of my dress shirt. Her nose almost touched mine.

"I forgot it,"

Then she kissed me. She started slow and smooth, but quickly took hold like she wasn't supposed to. Like the moment had caught her off guard. Her hands moved up from my stomach to my jaw, twisting my head all to her liking. I didn't stop her, instead I groaned into her mouth. She leaned herself into me as I lowered my hands to her jeans, grabbing two handfuls of that plump ass.

"You didn't lock the door..." She huffed after breaking the kiss, moaning at my touch.

"I'm not hiding anything." I said.

"Well now you are," She smiled wickedly. Then her fingers slid down the front of my shirt, slowly popping the buttons one by one.

"I thought about this all day. Its so fucking hot thinking about tasting you in this office." She moaned before rolling her hips against me.

"And you're already hard," she whispered in delight. "Fuck. I knew it. I knew you'd be helpless if I just showed up."

Elle planted hot kisses down my neck before bringing them up to my ear.

"Does it turn you on... that you're letting me do this in your office?"

I said nothing. That only made her smile harder. She undid my belt with one hand.

"It's insane. Everyone thinks you're so composed, so professional. But I see you. I know you." Elle pulled my zipper down and tugged at the waistband of my underwear, freeing my cock with a lewd bounce.

"I know everything about you, Mr. Tennerman." Elle murmured before dropping to her knees with practiced grace. Her nails glided along my thighs to make sure I felt them through the fabric. She looked up at me with that dead cute grin she always sported when she wasn't in work mode. That made me throb.

"Yeah... c'mere." Elle whispered, gripping the base with one hand before opening wide.

The first pass of her tongue was slow and lazy over my skin. Just a warm, wet glide from base to tip. She planted a series of ardent kisses along the underside before pulling back and wrapping her lips around the head. She glided her head back and forth, savoring the taste of me and swirling her tongue when she reached the top. Each soft slurp echoed throughout the quiet room like she wanted the sound to stay in my ears.

Elle kept her eyes on me the entire time as her blonde swished around her head. I took a deep breath as my legs began to shake. Her fingers gripped the base tighter as stringy spit began to cling to my shaft. She moaned around me when a dab of precum escaped me and quickly disappeared along the bed of her tongue.

"Come for me," Elle growled, pulling back with a slick pop. "Come on..."

Then she went back in, stroking and sucking with that same smooth, devastating rhythm. Every sloppy wet sound from her mouth sent a fresh jolt through me, a warbly line of spit dancing off her chin and hitting her sweater. I groaned through gritted teeth as she kept her eyes on me and continued to slobber dutifully.

Elle pulled back, stroked my cock with both hands, and stuck her tongue out.

"Riiight here..." She giggled. That's all it took. I came with a breathless groan, my hips bucking helplessly between her soft hands. The first spurt hit her cheek, thick and hot. The second caught the corner of her mouth. The rest she let land freely on her chin, lips, and neck. Her hands never stopped moving, pumping and milking every last hot drop with a passionate rhythm that made my thighs shake.

"Fuck," I gasped. Elle was a mess. A beaming, cum-coated mess.

"Good first day?" She quipped while licking her lips.

"Yeah..." I huffed, appreciatively patting her head. "Good first day."

*

It was sometime after midnight. I don't remember what day. The script revisions were scattered across my desk. Elle was on her back across the couch with her skirt hiked up to her waist. One leg was dangling over the armrest and the other was pressed firmly against my chest as I thrust into her.

She bit her lips hard, trying not to make a sound. But with every deep, steady stroke, a whimper escaped. Her hands gripped the cushions hard like she was using them to hold herself together.

"Shh," I huffed, brushing a hand down her jiggling thigh.

"I'm *trying*... You're so deep..." Elle groaned. I leaned in, bending her leg tighter against her chest as I pushed in deeper.

"You wanted this," I grinned.

"I missed you," Elle squeaked.

"You saw me an hour ago."

"I know," Elle gasped. "I'm still not over it."

She was already close, her fluids drenching my cock every time I sank into her. I dragged it out for her, facing her quivering lips and blushing face.

"We're... we're gonna get caught," She giggled.

"Probably." I grunted.

"That doesn't scare you?"

I leaned in to kiss her.

"I think it turns you on."

Elle giggled at that before it devolved into another choked moan. I quickened my pace just enough to make her lose the rhythm of her breathing.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Elle moaned. "All fucking day..."

"You'll get it every night." I growled, leaning down until our foreheads touched.

"HooohuUHN!" Elle shuddered and came hard. I kept fucking her through it until I felt my balls begin to churn. I buried myself deep and exploded, filling her with my load as she pulled me in for a frantic kiss.

"This... this movie's gonna win something," Elle chuckled when we broke the kiss and I slid myself out of her with a wet squelch.

"You think so?" I snorted.

"Oh absolutely," Elle looked down at the trail of creamy white leaking out of her onto the couch. "Absolutely."

*

On another day I couldn't really remember, I pulled up to the curb outside her place after a long shoot.

"You want me to walk you up?" I asked.

Elle looked at me for a moment before shaking her head.

"No," she smiled. "I want you to stay right here."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the console, kissing me before I could ask what she meant. The kiss was nothing but teeth and lips and heavy breathing. She climbed across the center console and yanked up the hem of her dress. Her hands worked fast, hurriedly freeing me while she moved her kisses to the side of my neck.

"You drove all this way with a hard-on," Elle whispered. "Don't act like this wasn't your plan."

I didn't have an answer for her. Not when she lined me up and sank down on me with a smooth drop.

"Mmmh..." Elle moaned. "You feel so good when I'm on top."

The windows fogged up almost instantly. She started moving with a slow rhythm, rocking herself in the seat with her arms braced on my shoulders. Every time the car creaked, every time she moaned too loud, my jaw clenched. While it was late, it was still a public street.

"Someone's gonna hear us," I muttered.

"You like that." Elle giggled.

"No, I don't."

"Bullshit," She huffed as she began to ride me harder, dragging a moan out from both of us. Her thighs slapped against mine with every motion.

"You want to get caught. You want someone to see us. Mr, 'I value my privacy' likes fucking his lead actress right in front of a public building..." Elle groaned.

The car rocked harder now. If anyone was outside, it was obvious what we were doing. And while I wouldn't admit it to her directly, what made me throb so hard inside of her, was indeed the thrill of getting up to no good. The streetlight flickering behind her, the sidewalk where anyone could walk along, the heavy smacks of her ass that made the entire car bounce.

"Cum," she gasped. "Cum in my pussy again."

I did exactly as I was told, pulling her in tight against my body to force her to grind it out. She whimpered softly against my neck as her whole body trembled. Afterward, she stayed in my lap and planted little kisses along the bridge of my sweaty nose.

"You're gonna get us both fired," she smiled.

"You rode me," I shrugged. "But you're not wrong."

*One Week Before Wrap*

I'd blown my load on Elle's face or inside of her every day of the shoot with the exception of one. Well, not anymore. The lighting rig closet was never locked. But it wasn't a real closet either. It was more just the corner of the backlot studio hallway, draped with blackout curtains and tucked behind a wall of grip carts.

Tonight, Elle had other ideas.

"Are you serious?" I whispered, already out of breath as she pulled me behind the curtain.

She grinned over her shoulder like a thief.

"It's now or never. Last chance before we're just coworkers again."

Elle kissed me before I could argue, pressing me against the back wall with surprising strength. She'd worn a simple yellow sundress with no bra or panties. A planned sneaky fuck as always. We barely got my pants open before she hiked her leg around my hip and stuffed herself full of me. She was already soaked.

"Ohh fu--" She slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with giddy panic.

Outside the curtain I heard crew footsteps.

"Elle,"

"Don't you dare stop." She hissed.

I wasn't moving. But Elle rolled her hips against me.

"They won't come in. Nobody ever does." She gasped.

"But if they do--"

"Then we'll make it a wrap gift." She grinned. I tried to shush her, but instead I just gave in. She felt too good, too warm and wet. I buried myself balls deep on every thrust, but controlled myself so the usual clap of her thick ass against mine was only slightly muffled. I felt my jaw going slack and my breathing picking up as her pussy strangled me tight.

And that's when I heard it. A crewmember pushed aside one curtain. Not ours, but close enough to give me a heart attack. Elle's whole body stiffened as she clutched me tighter. The guy outside muttered something about a rigging cable, then he walked off. We stayed still for what felt like forever. Then Elle laughed.

"You're insane." I hissed.

"Told ya," she kissed my cheek. "Gotta go out with a bang. Or two."

"Or forty three." I shrugged.

"Oh no," Elle moved her hips again. "Fourty four."

I wasn't going to stop her. I pumped into her without a care in the world.

"Yes--yes... Just like that, fuck me just like that..." Elle begged into my neck until she nearly collapsed against me. Then I came with a low groan, spurt after spurt filling her pussy. I held her tight with my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her asscheeks, breathing hard with her.

"You gotta meet my sister," Elle huffed.

"What?"

"She's coming to the wrap party," Elle said casually.

"Elle--"

She, as always, cut me off with a kiss.

"Don't worry. It's just a professional thing." She smiled, knowing she was lying right to my face.

*

The night of the wrap party had arrived. The studio lot was unrecognizable. It was decorated with velvet ropes, string lights, and synth heavy bass thumping off the walls of what used to be Stage B. Someone had turned it into a rave party, a theme that I obviously wouldn't have picked if I had a say in the matter. Glittered staff members dressed in all black handed out bracelets at the door.

"Pick a color," one said, gesturing at the tray of neon plastic.

"You already got picked," Stacy, a staffer, smiled and slapped a light-up blue bracelet around my wrist.

"Thanks," I nodded before making my way in. It looked like a high fashion concert thrown together by someone who must've hid a solid chunk of the budget from me. As I tried to avoid the near blinding strobe lights, that's when I saw Elle.

She was standing near the back bar. Her dress was ice-blue lace, trimmed with silver and scattered glitter. It clung to her curves like magic, with a little showy thigh slit to boot. Her hair was flat-ironed to perfection. When she saw me, she beamed and waved me over. Her bracelet glowed the same blue as mine.

"I was wondering when you'd get here," she smiled after I trudged through the crowd.

"Bit more dramatic than I expected," I said, gesturing around the room.

"Well..." Elle's smile dropped. "Dakota couldn't make it."

"But don't worry. You're still gonna have a good time."

"Liar!" A new voice came from behind her.

Dakota Fanning walked towards us, dressed in a soft pink dress that shone with barely-there rhinestones.

"You said I couldn't make it," she teased, staring at Elle. "You made it sound like I was dead."

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Elle giggled.

"Uh-huh," Dakota snorted before turning to me and extending her hand. "You must be Jason."

I shook her hand. Her bracelet glowed pink to match her dress. Despite trying my hardest to stay professional, they were well... sisters. They didn't look the same, and Elle was quite taller, but their mannerisms. Their tone of voice. The sly smiles they shared back and forth.

"He's been *incredible*," Elle butted in and nearly moaned her praise. "Seriously. A dream director."

"Yeah you've texted me plenty." Dakota laughed.

"I've been professional." Elle said.

"Sure..." Dakota rolled her eyes. She didn't know. She really didn't know. And yet I felt like Elle wanted her to.

"Don't miss me too much," Elle excused herself before slipping off into the crowd and towards the bathroom.

Dakota took a slow sip of her drink and turned to me.

"So. You and Elle."

"Yeah?"

"She talks about you... a lot. Like a lot, a lot."

"She's been... great to work with." I nodded slowly.

"That's exactly what she's been saying about you. Verbatim."

"We clicked... I guess." I shrugged.

"Mhm," Dakota hummed. "She said you were *really* collaborative."

"She earned it."

"Did she?" Dakota tilted her head. "I mean, she's talented but, Oh what am I saying. I'm just a little jealous." She chuckled.

"But I will be honest. She gets a little dreamy. A little googly eyed. But not over guys like you. So what's your secret?"

"No secret."

"Really? Not even one little story?" Dakota pressed.

"Great shoot. Long hours, but she handled it well."

Dakota paused and stared at me for a moment.

"Okay." She said with a soft smile.

Elle returned, sliding back between us and draping her arm around Dakota's shoulder. A few hours passed. I let them have their fun while I, as always, found something to drink. But as I watched, I noticed they were all over each other, even when talking to others. Not overtly sexual, more just a constant closeness. Then, sometime past midnight, they returned to me.

"Wanna go home?" Elle asked me and Dakota with a grin.

"Sure." Dakota smiled.

"Yeah. Let's go." I shrugged.

The ride back was quick. Traffic was light, but I was too focused on the girls' endless giggling in the backseat. When we made it to Elle's house, she was the first to disappear to her room that I knew too well. When she came out, she was barefoot, wearing a plain red tee and loose black shorts that hit high on her thick thighs. Her makeup was mostly wiped off. Dakota followed a minute later, dressing down into a white t-shirt, gray cloth shorts, and like her sister, barefoot and braless.

I took off my shoes and dress shirt, leaving me in my black tank top and slacks. The bracelets stayed on. Kind of an unspoken rule since Elle didn't remove hers. Dakota pulled some food from the fridge and I ate with them. They snickered amongst themselves and asked me questions about 'The Industry' that they already knew the answer to. They just wanted to hear me talk through a mouthful of two day old chicken.

"Bathroom," Dakota yawned after wiping her mouth. "Don't fall asleep without me."

"No promises." Elle snorted.

We watched her walk down the hall. I tried not to stare, but I saw it anyway. The smooth motion of her legs, the soft, pale curve of her thighs. Despite being shorter than Elle, she was still leggy. Elle saw me staring.

"You really like what you see, huh?" She blushed.

"I didn't mean to." I lied.

Elle laughed again, but it cracked halfway through.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I thought I could handle this. I... I wanted it to be fun. I thought we could like... joke about it. Maybe even play around but-- God I'm freaking out right now."

I reached out and held her hand.

"I didn't. It's just... it's weird. I can't believe I even thought about it. She's my... she's my *sister*... And we've done some... stuff but I... I don't know. Not like... We've just... We're girls, y'know! It's not a huge thing to be close."

I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss atop her head.

"It doesn't need to happen at all. If you're not comfortable, nothing happens."

"Thanks," She smiled through glassy eyes before resting her head on my shoulder.

Then we heard a quiet shuffle. Dakota stood just a few feet away, backlit by the hallway light. Her face was bright red, her eyes darted between us, and her hands were folded awkwardly in front of her.

"I uh..." Dakota cleared her voice. "I'm flattered."

"What?" Elle gasped.

Dakota stepped forward just a bit. "That you thought of me. Like... you thought I was threesome material."

The words came out so soft and mousy they barely registered. We both stared at her. Then Elle started laughing, a rushed push of air that sounded like she was having a heart attack.

"Oh my God," she huffed.

"I mean, I'm not saying I am. Or that we should... just uh... it's a compliment, right?"

Elle laughed harder. Dakota's bracelet blinked fast, a pulsing pink light. Elle's dimmed to midnight blue. Dakota's eyes flicked between both bracelets.

"We could always just do it in the dark." Dakota said carefully.