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"What do you mean he's sick?!" The actress screeched, wrapped in a small robe as the director smiles awkwardly at her with Simon standing right behind him, looking like a fucking giant.
"He's really sick, it was a last minute thing, I'm sorry—" The man apologises and the actress bristles, "The contract says you need to tell me before the shoot, not in the day of!"
"We'll increase your rate by 50% percent, alright?" The director tries to put his hand on her shoulder and she dodges it, glaring at him, "Fine,"
She turns to Simon standing back like a statue, and she crosses her arms over her chest, "What's your name?"
"Ghost,"
The woman stares at him without saying anything and then screeches in laughter, "I'm not even going to comment on that name, nice to meet you or whatever—" She turns to the director, "You do know the script says that he's meant to be an American football player? He's the most British sounding man ever, where the fuck did you find him?!"
"I know! I wrote the script! Just— He's all that we have, go put your costume on," The director scratches his head and points at the changing room.
The woman huffs and leaves, looking at Simon over her shoulder one last time, and when Simon gives her a crooked smile and waves, she sneers and slams the door behind her when she's inside the changing room.
The concept was cliché as hell, football player X cheerleader fucking after a game. And this Ghost, does look the part, at least a little bit, he's broad, tall and fucking huge, she doubts he'll be able to catch her if she runs away, considering how fucking big and heavy he must be.
When they start shooting, they're in a set that looks like a college dorm, Simon's standing by the door and the actress is on the bed, acting all coy, going on about how he deserves a reward after winning tonight's game. She tries so hard not to wince when Ghost says his lines, because he's so ridiculously monotone, it's laughable.
And then, for some ungodly reason, Simon decides that he's had enough of spewing lines and pounces on her when she's in the middle of one of her lines. She squeals and the director doesn't even stop rolling.
She tries very hard to keep up with him, but he's kissing her like he wants to eat her, she has half a mind to bite his lip off but a girl has to admit when she's enjoying something. Because Simon was nice and heavy on top of her, he's sturdy and feels really good under her hands. She's starting to enjoy this until Simon flips her on her belly like an animal and rips her tiny skirt off. Before she can even catch her breath, Simon's pushing inside her asshole.
She screams loud and long, even though she knew it was in today's plan, even though she prepped herself and everything. But Simon's dick was big, a little too big.
"What the fuuuccckkkkk—" She curses, holding the bedsheets for dear life.
"How big are you?" She grits, trying to blink away her tears.
Simon bends down to cover her body with his, "Eight inches,"
"No, you're nooooootttt," She sobs when Simon draws his hips back and punches in again.
She's fucked guys who were eight inches on and off camera, so he must be actually bigger, or his dick was just that fat. She didn't even get to have a look at it before he flipped her on her stomach, the fucking brute.
Simon ends up absolutely rocking her world. Not only he manhandles her around like a little doll, to provide the camera with the money shots they need, but he even tries to stuff his massive fingers inside her weeping cunt, stretching both of her poor holes while she cries and heaves on his lap. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet and Simon was clearly having a great time.
Ghost fucks her so hard she doesn't even remember any of her lines anymore, not matter how much the director tries to point at the papers in his hand to remind her. Her mind was turned to complete mush while Simon lays waste to her insides. At some point things get so overwhelming she starts crying and Simon actually tries to comfort her, cooing at her and pressing small kisses to her face.
By the end of the shoot, the sheets have come off the bed, the pillows are on the floor and Simon's got one sock on. He's sitting against the headboard with the actress on his lap, her back to his front, and he drives his fingers and his dick one after the other in each hole, until she's squirting all over him with a scream. Simon stuffs his dick all the way to the root inside her little hole, then he comes deep in her guts as she shakes all over like a leaf.
The director finally shouts cut and the camera stops rolling. She's completely boneless, fucked stupid, and Simon is nice enough to gather her in his arms and hold her like a little baby while she calms down, sniffling and wiping at her tear streaked face. The whole time she's holding onto his neck, keeping him close while he mindlessly pats her butt, eyes watching the team around them clean up while they're still there, on the bed, butt naked.
One of the PAs finally brings them robes and water bottles, Simon thanks them and tilts a small water bottle to her lips. She drinks half of it before she's had enough. Simon finishes the bottle and drinks the other one as well.
When she tries to put her robe on and fails, Simon helps her, and when she tries to get off the bed, Simon holds her arm right as her knees give up. She's about to complain again when Simon lifts her like a little princess, "Come on, then,"
He carries her across the set to the changing room, and when he puts her down in front of the bathroom, she looks a little sheepish, "Thank you, Ghost,"
"You're alright," Simon smiles with a nod and turns around, leaving her with come trickling down her legs and her heart skipping a beat.