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Sammi gently cradled Connor’s battered and tortured body. She appeared mindless to the biting wind whipping against her flimsy T-shirt; chilling her to the core. Tears streamed down her sweaty, smoke stained cheeks as she tried to find the words to save her partner.
“Don’t die. Stay with me. I can’t lose you. Please,” her resolve all but broken as she begged, “I love you.”
Connor’s eyes fluttered on cue. A huge grin cracked under the blood smeared cheek, “KABOOM!”
“And, Sammi pulls Connor into a protective embrace as the building behind explodes into a huge conflagration…blah blah…and Connor drops the remote control detonator and camera pulls back and back and am I getting the crane shoot too?”
“That’s affirmative,” a nearby radio crackled.
“And, that’s…a…take!” Benjy announced.
“Thank God,” Sammi muttered as she dropped Connor back down on the pavement. “You’re gaining weight. I can tell. I’m gonna need a back brace soon. ROBE!”
One of the many gophers around the set rushed over to help Sammi on with her robe. Connor climbed to her feet without a word.
“We better be done, Benjy. It is too friggin’ cold out here to keep shooting this scene over and over. And, does she have to hang there that limp? My back is killing me,” Sammi was inches from the director’s face as she complained.
Connor stayed at her mark. She said nothing. She waited to be told what to do next. Just like she did yesterday and the day before and the days before that. Truth was, Connor had barely spoken more than her lines since the morning after eating at Q.
A voice from behind the camera broke Sammi’s tirade, “Benjy, Benjy, Nightly Entertainment is heading this way!”
“What? Why?” Benjy looked at his watch, “It’s barely 6:30. What do they want so early?”
“There’s news from New York. DUMBSTRUCK got noticed by the Golden Globes. Connor, you’re looking at Best Actress!” The burly sound guy was reporting to the silent set the results coming in over his ear piece from the studio offices. “Benjy’s up too. Best Picture! You guys are up for best picture.”
The big man raced for Connor and lifted her in the air. The set broke into wild shouts. Benjy was tackled by several crew members who got him on their shoulders.
“Oh, thank you little lady,” the big sound guy gave Connor a sloppy kiss on either cheek. “I’ve only worked with has beens or never beens on stupid direct to video. You’re my first star!”
“No, I’m an actor,” the big guy didn’t seem to hear her over the celebrating.
As the sound guy moved away from her, she saw the NE crew setting up their shot. Connor felt like she was going to puke. She turned to run back to her trailer but Benjy grabbed her and spun her around.
“We did it. Babe, we’ve arrived.”
She wanted to scream at him. Connor wanted to slap him back to reality. There was no movie. Neither of them created an outstanding achievement in Cinema. They had not done outstanding work in their field. They were just liars and thieves and now, they had destroyed somebody else’s nomination dream.
“Connor, what’s your reaction to the big news?” A very plastic woman asked as she shoved a microphone in Connor’s face.
Before Connor could reply another voice cut in, “Connor, sweetheart, congratulations.”
Connor was pulled from Benjy’s arms into Sammi’s hug, “I knew they’d pick you. You’re such an amazing talent.”
“Sammi, so good to see you,” the plastic woman continued with absolutely no change of expression on her Botox frozen face. “Are you going to confirm the rumors today? Are you and Connor more than co-stars?”
Sammi let Connor rest her head on her shoulder as she faced the camera, “They were never rumors, Muff. Connor and I have not shied away from you guys. We’re open and out and deeply committed.”
“Connor?” Benjy’s voice weakly question.
Connor’s head was spinning. The moment was completely surreal. Not only was she being lauded for work she hadn’t done but she’d just been outed in a relationship which didn’t exist in front of Benjy and a couple of hundred million people. She clung to Sammi just to keep from falling down.
“What of your marriage, Sammi? Ten years is a lifetime in this business,” Muff probed with same stupid smile plastered on her face.
Sammi swatted away a few timely tear drops before answering, “Luke and I remain good friends. We’re still sifting over the details. Ten years,” her voice faltered. She leaned down to kiss the top of Connor’s head. “Ten years is a long time and the emotions run deep. I will always love Luke but Connor is my life right now. A new beginning for both of us.”
“Sammi, you’re always so honest with us. I admire you so much. Keep us up to date. And Connor, best of luck in January. Robert, back to you.”
“And, cut.” A voice from behind the interviewer shouted.
“Did you goons get all that crap or what?” Muff barked as she walked back to her film crew.
Sammi noted the crew’s positive reply before turning Connor back to her trailer. She guided the woman inside and to the bedroom which filled the back third of the trailer. Sammi quickly undressed Connor and cleaned her face with cold cream to remove the heavy make up.
“Lie back, sweetie,” Sammi spoke as she tucked the unresisting woman into her bed. “Rest.”
“I think, I’m having some kind of breakdown,” Connor finally spoke. Sammi was off in the shower and did not reply. “I can’t seem to make sense out of any of this. My dream is coming true. Horrifyingly true and I can’t stop it. I didn’t want to get it like this. I didn’t want to get you like this. I wanted to earn it. I wanted it to be real.”
“Huh, what? You talking to yourself or something,” Sammi emerged from the bathroom completely naked except for a very large strap on dildo.
Connor looked at the woman but had nothing left to say.
Sammi climbed into the bed next to Connor and started lubing up her cock, “Wait until you feel this. It vibrates. It cums. I’m gonna have you like a real man.”
Connor didn’t resist when Sammi settled herself on top of her. She stared into the beautiful face above her knowing what they were doing was not about love. It was barely even about sex. But, Connor was too empty to refuse a few moments of pleasure.
“I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna make you scream my name,” Sammi promised.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Connor dully replied.
“Was that fucking awesome or what?” Sammi grinned as she leaned back against the headboard.
Connor closed her eyes and thought, “Or what?”
Loud banging started on the trailer door. Connor jumped at the noise. Sammi merely leaned over and pulled a cold bottle of water out of the mini-fridge by the bed.
“Sammi! Sammi! I know you’re in there. And, I know who you’re with!” The deep voice bellowed.
“Oh shit,” Connor cursed as she struggled to get out of the bed.
Sammi grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back down on the mattress, “Relax, it’s just Luke.”
“Whore!” He shouted when he entered the trailer but before slamming the door shut.
He proceeded to stroll down the hall toward the bedroom with a big smile on his face. Once in the room, he went to Sammi and gave her a lingering kiss. Then he went around the bed and got in next to Connor.
“Hey Connor, long time,” he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Are they still out there, Honey?” Sammi asked.
He nodded. “Yep, as soon as I pulled up they stopped packing and started to unload their equipment. It’ll take them a few minutes to get set up. Just enough time for a quickie. Isn’t that cock amazing, Connor. Has she done you up the ass with it yet? Made me cry like a woman. How ‘bout we do three the hard way, girls?”
“Luke, that will kill the Midwest demographics. We need to stick with the broken marriage/gay hook up.” Sammi got up and took off the harness. “DON’T EVEN TRY IT!” She screamed.
Connor cringed at the sound of the unexpected yell. She waited for something to happen. Sammi started to dress.
“Yeah, you’re right. We need to stay with the mainstream scandals. So, after we finish here, I’ll go and move out of the house, right? SLUT!”
Connor started to shake uncontrollably.
“YOU’RE NOT HALF THE MAN CONNOR IS!” Sammi shrieked back. “Honey, you should stay at the house. It’ll be easier to serve you with papers and for the cops to arrest you. I’ll crash either here or at Connor’s suite.”
“What?” Connor managed to ask.
“Sweetie, you need to get dressed now. Luke, get her my robe, will you?”
Connor watched Luke retrieve the item as she sputtered for words, “Sammi…you can’t stay with…I’m mean…the suite...Benjy…he’s there and…your husband’s here…,”
“Come on Connor, put on my robe or the whole world’s gonna see your bum,” Sammi teased before turning to face Luke.
He studied her features before asking, “Which side do you want it on?”
“Left. You know the right is my profile shot,” she answered.
Without another word, Luke drew back and punched her in the eye. Immediately, Sammi and Luke started screaming and pushing at each other. Connor grabbed the robe to cover herself. She jumped on Luke’s back trying to pull him off Sammi.
“What the fuck are you doing, Connor?” Luke hissed between his shouts of obscenities. “Just call security.”
Banging on the door sounded over the yelling.
“Never mind, they’re here,” Sammi gasped with Luke’s hands wrapped around her throat. “HELP!”
Several guards swarmed the room. The combatants all let go of each other at the first site of them. The guards grabbed Luke and he continued to hurl insults at Sammi. The actress did not respond. Instead, she wrapped herself around Connor and sobbed.
“You saved me, Connor. I love you so much…,” Sammi murmured over and over until the guards removed Luke and shut the trailer door. “Ah, that took forever.” Sammi’s tears instantly ceased and a wicked gleam flashed in her eyes, “But, we do have time for a little butt fuck. Come on, Connor, let me show you what Luke was talking about.”
“No,” Connor stated. “I think I’ve been fucked enough for one day. Why don’t I show you what it’s like to take it up the ass for a change?”
Sammi grinned as she dropped to her hands and knees at Connor’s feet, “Lube’s on the night stand, Sweetie. You got a little work to do to compare with some of those before you. So, don’t be afraid to take me hard. Let’s see you make me your woman.”
“Not my woman,” Connor muttered as she strapped on the harness, “my nightmare.”
“What?” Sammi looked back over her shoulder at Connor.
“I said, get on the bed. Lay on you left side and pull your right leg up to you chest.”
Sammi got up and smirked in a low, sexy whisper, “Oh, you gonna order me around. Make me grovel. You want me to call you Master while you fuck me? Are we gonna do the Dom/sub things?”
Connor’s eyes were filling with tears as she faced Sammi, “No, I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to hold you close and cherish your body and make you feel like we’re one person. Even if none of this is real, I’m going to make our moment together beautiful.”
Sammi was silenced. She got into bed just as Connor had instructed. Connor followed, a heartbeat or two behind her. She pulled up close and began to caress Sammi’s soft ass. Connor’s fingers traced gentle trails across the swell of Sammi’s hip. She let her fingers nestle into the dark space between the two cheeks. Sammi inhaled sharply when one cool finger pushed on the puckered opening.
“You feel me. Touching you,” Connor whispered. “Nobody has touched you like I am. Taken the care with you sweet body like I am. Promised you…,” Connor paused as she eased another finger inside Sammi, “…this is only for you like I am. I’m making love to you, Sammi, because I do love you.”
Sammi whimpered as another finger pushed inside her, “I can’t…I can’t take it.”
“Take the size or my love?” Connor got the cock in place as she asked in a somber voice.
Sammi wept, “Love, I can’t take your love. Just fuck my sorry ass.”
“Never,” Connor murmured and nuzzled Sammi’s neck. “I’m in love with you. Can’t you feel how much?”
Connor shifted her hand and edged in the tip of her cock. A slow vibration began inside the device and traveled between the women. Connor continued to guide the shaft on its slow, sensuous journey of steady advances and tiny retreats.
“Connor, please, I…feel you. So, big. Say it. Tell me again. Please,” Sammi was breathless.
She reached back and grabbed Connor’s ass with one hand. The other slipped between her own thighs. Her strokes were frantic at first but slowed with Connor’s soft whispers in her red hot ear.
“Only I love just you. I Love just you. I Love you. Love you. Love.”
Sammi came on Connor’s cue.
