“Shush. I’ve got this,” I said, pushing her legs apart and lowering my head to her crotch.
Sarita was wearing a short skirt, so all I had to do was move her panties to get to her sex. She seemed stunned that I would go down on her. It didn’t take her long to get aroused enough to get her juices flowing. Sarita had a small orgasm, and I raised my head and shifted up to kiss her.
“Condom,” she ordered.
Such a good Catholic girl … she would have to go to confession and explain the use of birth control. I put one on, and she finished getting naked. Sarita had a nice body.
“You’re big. Let me be on top until I’m used to you,” she said.
“Let’s go to the bedroom so I can lie down,” I suggested.
The couch was only six feet long, so I didn’t fit. Sarita grabbed my hand and made sure I got a good view of her butt as she wiggled it at me. She crawled on top of me and straddled my waist. I reached down, pointed my member to where it needed to be, and let her slowly sink down. Sarita bit her bottom lip as Mr. Happy stretched her. Her head fell to the side as she concentrated on slowly rising and falling on my manhood. Each stroke found just a bit more sliding in. She was finally able to take it all.
Sarita was a small girl, all of five feet nothing. Her size made my member look huge as I watched it split her open. She completely flipped out when I reached down and used three fingers to rub over the top of her sex. Sarita began to shake and shudder, and I felt wetness cover my groin.
When she calmed down, I grabbed her hips and took control. Her tight little body wanted to fight me at first, but it soon accepted my full thrusts. Sarita became an active participant at that point, and we started to have some serious fun.
I must have been horny because we ended up going four rounds. During the last one, she announced her desire to marry me and have lots and lots of babies for me. If I hadn’t heard her earlier in the evening, I might have believed she meant it. I guess I was getting jaded.
I remembered Tony and Luis warning me about the “Cuban Honeymoon,” where I would wake up and find the girl had ripped me off. With that in mind, I gave her another $50 and sent her home. After she left, I shook my head. She hadn’t even offered not to take the money. It was clear where we stood.
Sarita had gotten me to agree to go to the concert tomorrow night. Mr. Happy had made that decision for me. He was used to more regular sex than I’d been getting since I’d arrived. I guessed it was true what women said. The little head made my decisions for me tonight. The big brain was okay with it but was cautious about Sarita and her friends. I hoped Paul had a good time.
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Chapter 5 – That’s A Wrap Thursday May 26
I had another day off today. The writers were still working out the kinks caused by Kimberly, my main love interest in the film, quitting. The press had been all over her about why she left. For now, she was going with the ‘safety on set’ story. Leaping crocodiles were enough to scare anyone. I suspected that if the studio pushed back, she might reveal the whole reason she made her exit, mainly Laurent forcing her to have sex to get the role.
Because I’d been one of the people that Kimberly had slept with at Laurent’s behest, Frank Ingram, my publicity agent, wanted to have a chat.
“Tell me everything,” Frank said.
I noticed that Caryn, Cassidy, Fritz, and Paul all seemed to show up at my suite about the time Frank called. I made a hand motion that they should all leave, but Caryn shook her head ‘no.’ Finally, I gave up and put him on speakerphone.
“You want only the facts? Or do you want me to tell you what happened chronologically?” I asked.
“Let’s do it in order, and if I have questions, we can come back to them.”
“I was born in OW!” I complained when Cassidy jabbed me in the ribs.
“Don’t make me really hurt you,” she warned.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said and then got serious. “Kimberly came to my suite a couple of times with a group in the evenings. We all would watch movies, some cocktails were served, and I played a little poker. There was never much one-on-one interaction between the two of us. I liked her, but it never was going to be anything other than us working together.
“After a few nights, I shut down the after-work get-togethers for two reasons. One was to avoid getting a reputation as the ‘party guy.’ Since then, I’ve lent my DVD collection, player, and monitor to others who want to hold a movie night,” I said.
“What DVDs were played? Please tell me they weren’t porn,” Frank worried.
“No, they weren’t. Rita James wasn’t happy with my movie knowledge. She gave me classic movies that highlighted good acting.”
“That’s a relief. These gatherings never turned into anything other than what you described, correct?” Frank asked.
“No, we were good. If anything was going on, I had my security people with me, and they would have stopped it,” I said hopefully.
