Pick Your Bean

Another week had passed, and everything was going well. Emily's vision was coming together even better than she had hoped. Her friend, mentor, and (most importantly) Executive Producer Natalie Dormer seemed satisfied. The actors and the crew were all doing some of their best work. Everybody was enjoying their stint in the coffee shop. All in all, Emily was very proud of her latest project.

And yet, Emily couldn't sleep. She looked at the clock again and saw it was barely past 4 o' clock in the morning. Frustrated, she threw her covers back, giving up. She habitually slept naked, and the cold air stimulated the dark brown nipples that capped her 32C tits. If she couldn't sleep, she might as well masturbate. She missed the set of Gone Girl, where at least she got to fuck Ben at the end of the day. She hadn't really had a consistent sexual partner since her asshole ex-husband, so she was getting used to taking care of herself.

Emily reached for the small compartment where she kept a few toys. Her well-practiced hands easily located in the dark her butt plug, a pocket vibrator, and lube. Starting with the butt plug, she applied a generous amount of lube. She pushed the short but squat device against the tight ring of her asshole. The tingle she felt confirmed that some sexual stimulation is exactly what she needed right now. Taking a deep breath, she forced the stainless steel inside herself until the flared end was all that stuck out. She loved how full it made her feel. Next, she put a little lube on the vibrator, laid back against her pillows, and went to work on her clit.

Emily masturbated for almost an hour, getting increasingly frustrated as she struggled to cum. She rode the crests and the troughs of her arousal, pushing toward the threshold of orgasm, but never quite arriving at that glorious peak. Whatever anxiety was preventing her from sleeping was also preventing her from reaching the relief she needed.

Just as Emily found herself getting close again, she was distracted by a knock at the door. She tried to ignore it, but then there was a second knock. She'd never cum now, and she'd probably be even worse off than before she started.

Emily was irritated, but she knew her responsibility on this set. She threw on one of the monogrammed robes that Natalie had gifted to everybody, and then crossed her small trailer to the door to see what her PA Barry needed and why it couldn't have waited or been texted. She threw open the door a little too aggressively, and to her surprise, she found not Barry, but a petite brunette on her doorstep.

"Sarah Catherine?" Emily greeted her in surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, good morning, I'm fine," SC responded. "I was just about to go for my morning run..." That explained the sports bra and tiny shorts she was wearing in this weather. "...but I wanted to ask you something. I hope you were already up too?"

"Of course, of course, please come in," Emily welcomed one of her lead actors.

Emily brewed a K-cup for each of them, offered SC a bagel (which she accepted eagerly), and sat with SC on the sofa at the front of her trailer. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Well," SC started. "I was wondering what you thought of the production so far, and my performance, and the... ad-libbing I did last week."

Emily smiled. "I think everything is going wonderfully. You're doing a fantastic job. And if by 'ad-libbing,' you mean when you really gave Jake a blowjob instead of just pantomiming, then I'll say I appreciate your commitment and it definitely got us the shot we needed."

SC beamed in satisfaction. "Oh good! Well, on that note, I have this scene coming up with Freya next week..."

"The girl-girl scene?" Emily guessed.

"Right," SC confirmed. "I've never done any more than making out with a woman. I mean, I had a couple steamy girl-girl scenes in First Kill, but they were brief and simulated and didn't show much."

"That's about all this scene calls for," Emily reminded SC.

"Well, but I was thinking maybe about... showing my commitment again, as you said, but I guess I'm a little nervous," SC suggested.

"I have complete faith in you as an actor," Emily said. "I think what made that scene with Jake so effective is that you had such natural chemistry with Jake. You seem to have that same level of natural chemistry with Freya. My somewhat professional opinion though, is that the difference is, you've sucked guys off before, right? So you were able to capitalize on that chemistry. If you don't have as much experience hooking up with women, you may not be able to capitalize as well on your chemistry with Freya."

"That makes sense..." SC agreed.

"That being said, there are two schools of thought, and you'll have to decide what works better for you," Emily continued. "One methodology is to practice with your scene partner off camera, to transform professional chemistry into sexual chemistry, before the cameras start rolling. The second philosophy is to not interact with your scene partner until the cameras are rolling, to preserve the spark and the passion for the real shoot."

"Ok... I think you're right," SC decided. "I need to have a real girl-girl hookup before we shoot that scene, so that I can be confident in what I'm doing. But I think I shouldn't practice with Freya, so we can preserve the spontaneity for the actual scene."

"It's completely up to you," Emily reiterated. "Well, I should say, it's completely up to you and Ms. Allan. She gets to decide too. It seems like Jake enjoyed how the BJ scene turned out, but you shouldn't always presume that. You should get consent from your scene partners."

SC blushed and hedged that she should have talked to Jake first. She promised to talk to Freya before pulling a similar stunt.

"Good," Emily deemed.

"So..." SC said tentatively. "There aren't many women on set. And I trust your guidance so much..." She looked down nervously at the opening of Emily's robe.

Emily appraised the girl. Maybe this is exactly what she needed to finally cum and to clear her mind. Emily definitely preferred men, but women could be fun sometimes too.

SC's heart was pounding as she waited for an answer. She worried she had stepped over the line with her director.

"Ok," Emily finally said. "I'm happy to give you more guidance. Why don't we start with what you know?"

Emily leaned toward SC, putting on her sultriest look. SC only paused for a moment, her soft blue eyes looking deep into Emily's. Then she closed her eyes and met Emily's lips with her own. SC had kissed a few girls before, but only while in character. Still, she had enough experience kissing guys to feel confident at this stage. She had every right to - even as they kissed, Emily noted how sexy SC's lips were and how making out with her only made Emily want more.

SC's hands roamed the thick fabric of Emily's robe. Unlike her previous acting roles, SC slipped her hand between the folds, until she found Emily's large breasts. She massaged the impressive mounds of flesh, admiring them.

Emily broke the kiss temporarily, to open her robe and lower it off her shoulders.

"I have to say, your tits are fabulous," SC complimented. I'm straight, but I totally see the appeal of big tits like yours."

SC then bent her head to Emily's big tits, and lavished them with kisses. Emily groaned in pleasure. Her tits, while always her best asset, had also been one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. SC sucked on a woman's nipples for the first time. She switched back and forth from one to the other, trailing kisses the whole way into and back out of Emily's cleavage.

"Yep, definitely see the appeal," SC said again. "I wish I had boobs like these."

SC focused her lips' attention on Emily's neck, listening for changes in her breathing. Meanwhile, her hands made their way lower and lower on Emily's body.

Emily stopped SC with a whisper. "I think that's the limit of what you can do in the scene and keep it rated R... Want to do a little more though?"

Emily and SC looked deep into each others' eyes from just a couple inches apart. SC quickly, silently considered Emily's offer - or was it a request? SC reasoned that, if she had experienced more than her character was doing, then she would seem extra confident in the scene. She was nervous, but after a moment, SC shakily nodded her head yes.

Emily opened her robe the rest of the way. SC's eyes tracked the corner as it drew across Emily's skin, saving the unveiling of her pussy for the last inch of the fabric. Emily had a bush almost as impressive as her tits. It was well-maintained, but it was thick and curly and it spanned her entire pubis. SC idly wondered whether Emily would have tan lines there if she ever shaved it.

SC realized she'd been staring. "It's, um, it's different than it was in that music video."

Emily smiled. "Yes, well, that was a few years ago. I decided to change up the style. What do you think?"

SC answered, "I think it's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen - it's the only pussy I've ever seen, from this angle at least." She hesitated. "How do I..."

Emily gazed at her pupil, fondly. "It's a cliche, but you really do just do what you know feels good. Pay attention to my body and respond. I can also direct you if I want you to change something up. As always, communication is key."

SC pursed her lips, determinedly. She gazed at Emily's folds and licked her lips. She'd never even considered doing something like this before. She wasn't against it, of course. She just knew she was straight - her past experiences of making out with female co-stars and the lack of sexual stirring she'd felt had demonstrated that to her. However, this was an opportunity she wasn't going to pass up. How many people would kill for a chance to hook up with Emily Ratajkowski? And if it better prepared her for a role where she could become Hollywood's next sex symbol, even better.

She leaned in and gave Emily's labia a tentative lick. It wasn't bad. She'd tasted herself, off guys' cocks or off her own fingers, and Emily didn't taste all that different. She could do this. And if she was gonna do it, she might as well commit. Her next lick drove her tongue deep inside Emily, her lips mashed against Emily's, her nose buried in bush. Emily groaned sensually. SC worked her jaw and her tongue and her neck. She tried to trace every fold, as she zeroed in on Emily's clit. Well-practiced at giving oral to guys, SC made sure to look up at Emily with her big blue eyes and give her most enthusiastic expression. Emily's groans grew. SC practiced everything a guy's mouth has done to her and a few things she'd wished a guy's mouth would do to her. Emily writhed and stretched. SC read all the signs of an impending orgasm. She doubled down, munching on Emily's carpet for all she was worth. Her jaw started to hurt, but she pressed through. She wasn't going to give up that easily. She suckled on Emily's clit, while swiping her tongue back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, FUCKING YESSSSSSS!" Emily's legs shook as she gave one final groan. The orgasm that had eluded her for days had finally come and the release was exquisite.

"Goddamn, that's what I needed! Thank you, Sarah Catherine. You're a natural!" Emily effused.

SC blushed as she wiped her lips on the back of her hand.

"Unfortunately, I must get up now. I'm needed on set shortly. You're not in this scene. Are you going back to your trailer?" Emily asked.

"Um, only to change clothes and freshen up," SC answered. "I wanna be on set today, to support Freya."

***

Freya stood at the counter, waiting for the shoot to begin. Her eyes darted over towards Ms. Dormer frequently, and she hoped she was being more subtle than she felt. She was thinking about today's scene, and trying to take confidence and inspiration from all the sex scenes of Ms. Dormer's that Freya had studied so extensively. She secretly wished Ms. Dormer were in the movie too, not just producing it, so that Freya could see her having sex in real life. Sucking on each other's nipples the other day had only intensified the burning desire Freya felt for her idol.

Freya snapped into character when Emily yelled, "Action!"

Freya's character Felicity sighed. She kinda liked these closing shifts where she got to be alone at the counter. It was quieter, she got to do things her way, when it was slow she got to read, and if Jake showed up... well, she got to talk to him without the distraction of Sophie. Felicity and Jake had been getting increasingly flirty with each visit. She worried a little that he might like Sophie too - who wouldn't? - but realistically-

"Well, if it isn't my favorite barista!" Jake called.

Felicity fumbled her book over the counter and into the seating area. She hadn't even heard Jake come in! They needed a louder bell.

"Hi Jake!" she called. "What can I get you today?"

"I'm actually not here for coffee today," Jake answered. "Too late in the day for me to have caffeine. No, I actually wanted to ask if I'd left my credit card here this morning. I can't find it."

"Oh, um Sophie didn't leave me a note about it..." Felicity looked all around the counter for a credit card. "It could be in the lost and found though. We keep that sort of stuff in Evangelina's office."

Felicity turned to go into the manager's office, but then a thought struck her. Was this her opportunity to take her flirting with Jake to the next level? Sophie had been encouraging her to be more wild and risky. She looked back at Jake, and admired his well-defined musculature.

"You know, you could come check with me," she offered. "You would know better what it looks like."

"Well, it's a credit card and it has my name printed on it," Jake chuckled. "But if you need help identifying it, I'm happy to come too. That's okay? For me to be in the back office?"

"Sure," Felicity said. "Just help me listen for the door."

Jake followed Felicity into the office. She shut the door behind them. "For security," she explained. The office was cramped. With the chair pushed in, there was only room for the two of them to stand and look around. Even bending over would lead them to bump into each other. Felicity made a half-hearted attempt to look for the credit card, but she was distracted, trying to decide what to do next. She took every excuse to push her skirt-covered ass against the growing hardness in Jake's pants. When Felicity decided she couldn't fake looking for the card any longer, she turned to stand chest to chest with Jake.

"I don't see it," she said softly, looking up into his stunning blue eyes.

Jake put his hand on Felicity's waist and leaned in for a kiss - the first that the two had shared. They made out in the cramped manager's office, their passion growing each time their lips met.

"Cut!" Emily called.

Freya and Jake turned their heads reflexively toward the speaker in the corner of the little room. There were a few small, disguised cameras in the manager's office, and the crew was operating them remotely.

"This is great, but I think we need a little more passion, okay?" Emily asked. "Pick back up with the make out. Action!"

Felicity and Jake made out even more passionately. Felicity's hands rubbed Jake's muscles desperately. Jake unbuttoned Felicity's shirt and threw it open to drape over her shoulders. He placed his hands on her bare sides, and lifted her onto the desk. Jake stepped close between Felicity's legs and kissed her neck. Felicity reached down and fondled Jake's package through his pants.

"Don't stop," came Emily's voice through the speaker. "But give us a little more please."

Felicity unzipped Jake's pants and reached inside. She fondled his package through his boxers. Jake pushed up on Felicity's bando bra, once again exposing Freya's tits to the cameras. Freya was genuinely dripping with arousal as they filmed this scene. She found Jake very attractive, and performing for an audience like this had her heart racing. Jake sucked on her nipples, and Freya's entire body burned with desire. She appreciated his choices, as this scene hadn't been specifically choreographed. Felicity put her hand on Jake's chest and pushed him away from her chest for a moment. They stared into each other's eyes, heaving, asking each other an important, unspoken question. The cameras cut to Jake's back, but the motion of Freya's arm implied she was taking Jake's cock out. Jake began humping Freya, simulating sex.

"Cut," Emily said simply. "Guys, this is a really pivotal scene. You're doing great, but I'm not quite buying the sex. Should we bring in the body double for Freya?"

"NO!" Freya cried so loudly they could hear her from outside the office. The adamancy in her voice surprised even Freya. What was she planning to do? "I can do this."

Freya looked at Jake. She considered her options and contemplated her resolve. Was she going to live up to Sarah Catherine's precedent? She looked down at Jake's pants. Even with the interruptions, he was still sporting an impressive bulge. She looked back up into Jake's face and nodded. Without looking back down, Freya extracted his cock and pressed it to her opening. Her shirt was still hanging off her shoulders. Her bra was still pushed up over her boobs. Her short skirt was flipped up onto her belly. And now her thong was pulled to the side.

Jake pushed forward and entered Freya's little pussy. She gasped as the head passed her lips. She had never been with a black guy before, but judging by the girth she was already experiencing, the stereotype was true. As Jake pushed inch after inch into her tight channel, she moaned in ecstasy. When he was ⅔ of the way in, her expression changed to shock that there were still more inches to go. It felt more like one of her monster toys than like a man's real cock. When he bottomed out, Freya was completely full. Each time his cock flexed, she felt it stimulate her g-spot, and he wasn't even thrusting yet. Freya looked up at Jake towering over her, bit her lower lip, and nodded.

Jake pulled back far enough that any other guy Freya had been with would have exited her completely. Then, he slowly pushed back in. Freya felt every nerve in her pussy light up as if for the first time.

"Fu-uck," she rumbled lowly.

Jake's next thrust was faster. And the next thrust even faster. Freya forgot she was on a movie set. She forgot she was acting. She forgot how she got here. She wasn't even real clear on her name. She was overwhelmed by seemingly every synapse in her brain firing at once. Her vision went white. She dimly heard a crashing sound off to her left, as if from a distance. She lost all understanding of time, as her consciousness careened chaotically through the space her body helplessly occupied. She could have been having 100 consecutive orgasms, or one continuous orgasm, but she'd never be able to tell. She only started to come back to earth when Jake stopped thrusting, buried his cock somehow even deeper, and painted the inside of her womb with his sperm.

Freya vaguely heard the chime of the front door. Ever the consummate professional, she recognized her cue and absently stuttered, "Oh, customer. Shit. I've gotta get that." Her legs fell heavily from Jake's shoulders, but dangled uselessly, unable to reach the floor.

"Cut!" Emily called from outside the room. "And holy shit, that's a wrap!"

Applause rang loudly from outside the manager's office. Freya was still trying to remember she was a person. She looked to her left and her brow furrowed. There was broken glass all over the desk, which Freya eventually realized was the remains of a vase that had been part of the set design. She must have knocked it over in the throes of passion.

The door flew open and SC was there to congratulate her co-star. "That was incredible!" She hugged Freya's still lifeless body. SC then turned to give Jake an appraising look. "That looked pretty incredible..." She turned back to Freya. "I can't believe you just did that!"