The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Mickey is a busy man, spending most of his time editing. I didn't realize how much of a hand he had in Lustrous, and I didn't know he had a separate company 3M with two partners. Even after eight days, I don't know much about anything he does. I hardly had enough time to ask questions between all the hot sex.

I had been alone for a while now, relaxing on the couch and reading a book that was on the coffee table. I could have snooped through his stuff or licked all of his spoons, but I hadn't. Yet. How the man still believes I'm sane, I have no idea.

I hear the door open. "Sorry, sorry. I'm back," he says.

He had to left to go a meeting at the studio. He'll pay for that. I sit silently and read.

"Did you survive without me?" he asks. I say nothing. "I was going to make lunch. If you're hungry." Mickey is also an amazing cook. He is, as he says, the stereotypical Italian man. He promised me chicken piccata tonight, but I won't let my hunger interrupt my little game. "Are you ignoring me?" he asks with a laugh. I keep pretending to read.

He pulls my book down slightly and then leans over to kiss me. He slips his tongue in my mouth and I know what he's after, but I feel like playing coy. When he pulls away, I lift my book again. He growls.

He pulls my shorts off quickly. He eases my legs apart, trailing tantalizing, slow kisses down my stomach, my inner thigh all the way to my apex. I sigh as I feel his tongue against me.

He runs his tongue up and down the full length of my folds slowly. He does this a few more times before I realize I have dropped my book to the ground. He inserts a finger, stroking it against my g-spot as he continues to swirl his tongue, making me start to quiver. When I begin to tense, he stops.

I whimper as he removes his fingers, and when I see his mischievous smile, know I've already lost the game.

He sits up on his knees and pulls down his pants. His erection springs from them eagerly, and I bite my lip as he rips open the condom packet and rolls it on. He pushes into me slowly, then immediately begins a vigorous rhythm. He knows me inside and out, finding my pleasurable spots quickly, rubbing himself against them feverishly, and I feel myself building towards climax again.

He lifts my shirt, exposing my breasts to him, but all he does is look. He presses his hand against my chest, somewhat pinning me in a position to only receive him in any way he wants. He thrusts deeply and I moan uncontrollably as he stares down at me. He reaches down and rubs my clit, intensifying everything.

My body quivers beneath his dominant touch and he smiles. He loves the power he has over me, but I know how he ticks too. I tense my muscles around him as hard as I can manage. He tosses his head back with a painful moan, and his hand grips my hip tightly.

He looks back down at me. "Do that again and you won't get to finish, baby," he says in a growly voice, knowing what it will do to me. I tense again, and he groans in response.

The combination of teasing him and feeling him is too much, and I start to lose it. I grip the couch, moaning loudly as I come. His thrusts become ragged and his grip on my hips tighter, but then his pace slows considerably, then stops. "Did you come?" I ask him breathlessly.

He withdraws and stands up, removing the soiled condom, and pulling up his pants. "You dropped this," he says, handing me my book, and then he walks away as if nothing happened.

I lie back and run my fingers through my hair as I try to catch my breath, my brain reeling once again from everything he does to me.

This is my heaven. I want this to be every day of my life, not just my vacation.

As I sit up to redress myself, Mickey gets a call from the kitchen. I pull on my shorts, walk over and hop up to sit on the counter as he wraps it up. "Shit, I almost forgot. Tuesday, right? Okay." He ends the call.

"What is Tuesday?" I ask him.

"I have a shoot at the studio," he says hesitantly.

"What kind of shoot?"

"It's a scene with Ailene." He doesn't give me more information, and I don't know why.

"No way! Could I come with you?" I ask excitedly.

He focuses on the ingredients he is chopping and dropping into the blender. "If you want to, yeah." He's being weird.

"I'd love to." He smiles but still looks hesitant. "What is up with you?" I ask laughingly.

"Nothing, I just...haven't let someone into my world like this before."

I could see why. He takes the second of silence to blend his light green concoction loudly. It looks disgusting. "That doesn't look like the chicken piccata I was expecting."

"No, it's not," he says as he pours it into a glass. "I have to start my pre-shoot routine."

"And what is included in this routine?"

"I do a shit load of cardio for a few days, no carbs unit I crash my system at the end. I have a full-body wax scheduled for this afternoon so I have two days to recover but not grow. And..." he stops himself short.

"And what?"

"And I get tested, so ... I don't have sex."

I eye him, trying to assess my feelings towards this new piece of information. "Oh. Okay." I take the smoothie from his hand, smelling the pungent, green mush.

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Just because you're not getting off doesn't mean I'm not." He laughs and smiles. I take a sip of the smoothie. My face twists when the sourness hits my tongue but I swallow it quickly. "Ugh! Your diet sucks. But you know what's sweet, delicious, and calorie free?" I smile at him like a child, ready for him to walk straight into my horrible joke.

He shakes his head at me and tries to pin his smile. "If you say 'this pussy' I'm gonna --"

"This pussy!" I sing annoyingly as I point to it.

Mickey leans his elbows onto the countertop and buries his face in his hands with a groan. "Oh my god!" he yells, muffled by his hands.

I laugh at his misfortune. "Are you sick of me yet?" I ask. He leans his head up from his hands and smiles happily at me.

He moves over, placing himself between my legs and grips my ass with his hands. He pulls me to him and kisses me, running his tongue along mine before taking my lips seductively. He leans away and gives me his signature sexy smile. "Not even close."

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Tuesday comes, and we walk into what looks like a retrofitted airplane hangar. Various stages and rooms are set up within portions of the huge space. A woman walks up to us in a silk robe that is wide open. "Mickey!" she says, walking over. She looks to be nearing her fifties if she isn't already there. Her face shows obvious signs of work, along with her large breasts which she is prominently displaying. She kisses Mickey on the cheek. "Who is this?"

He places his hand at my back. "This is my girlfriend, Penelope."

My heart drops.

Girlfriend? I look at him with wide eyes but say nothing. When the fuck did I become his girlfriend?

"Wait, is this GBB?" Mickey smiles and nods. "Wow! I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity." She pulls me into a hug, pressing me against her overly firm breasts. "You've got a great ass, girl!"

"Thanks. You have nice boobs," I say and instantly cringe. Why am I so fucking weird?

"Thanks! I paid a lot of money for them," she says, holding them in her hands. "Have fun you two," she says with a big smile, then walks off.

We keep walking, and someone in the distance waves. Ailene. I recognize her without introduction. She stands next to a very tall, buff man with skin the perfect color of café-au-lait. Mickey gives each of them a big hug. "You know Ailene. This is her husband, Jackson," he introduces them.

Ailene was extremely sexy, but in a natural way. She had an ambiguous beauty; perfectly flawless, pale skin, slim yet curvy frame, and gray-green eyes whose shape gave just a hint of her Asian heritage. It was surprising to find out she was married, but I'm not completely sure why.

"Hi," I manage to say. I know I'm staring, but I can't help it. She's fucking hot.

She steps forward and hugs me, and I feel her amazing body against mine. My breath quivers slightly. Mickey and Ailene filmed some of my favorites together, and though Mickey was sexy as hell, he wasn't the reason I started watching them.

"It's ... really great to meet you," I say, actively suppressing the fangirl.

"It's great to meet you too, finally." She smiles at me warmly but turns to Mickey. "She seems very chill for an outsider."

"We'll find out won't we?" he says mysteriously.

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I wait with Ailene's husband at the edge of a completely white set, fidgeting uncontrollably. I felt anxious about watching Mickey have sex with someone else, but it made no sense to me. I've watched his videos a million times, why would it be any different now? Because he wasn't my fucking boyfriend before, I think. My skin crawls as I anxiously await whatever is about to happen.

I turn to Jackson who looks unperturbed. "Does this ever get weird for you?" I ask him.

He grins. "No, you'll see. It's sex, yeah, but we've all had sex with people we have no feelings for. Acting always has a bit of truth in it, but for shit like this," he motions to the set and cameras before us. "It's nothing compared to the real intimacy you have in a relationship."

Maybe I was having more of an issue with the intimacy and relationship parts right now. "Okay."

"You're either a person that can separate sex and intimacy or you're not. I don't think it's something you can learn." He looks over at me and grins. "If it gets to be too much and you want to bail, don't feel guilty. It's a part of the life."

The scene starts, and I try to detach. I stare at my feet for the first few minutes, only imagining what is happening. When I finally look up, I'm surprised.

There are eight people pointing things at them, lights, cameras, microphones. The director coaches them the entire time, saying, "look up", "give me a good moan", "tilt your head", and more annoying things. It is all very clinical in a way. During close shots, it looks so unenjoyable. The cameras come in, and most of the time, someone is actually pressed against him. How he manages to stay hard and continue is beyond me.

But they're fucking, pure and simple, and I'm watching it happen. He looks her in the eyes and smiles, kisses her, all of it looking so intimate. He pumps into her as she exaggerates her moans, and I feel nothing.

"Ready for the cum shot, Mickey," the director calls. I cringe and suppress a laugh.

For some reason Mickey looks up at me, catching my eyes. He stares at me for a moment before clenching his eyes shut. His thrusts get quicker, and he pulls out, properly displaying his perfect body as he drips onto her stomach.

It's over. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I feel a sense of relief, but I feel no jealousy, no sadness, just ... horniness.

They end the scene to applause. Both of them get up and then leave the set. "You didn't run off," Jackson says to me. "I'm impressed, girl."

"Thanks," I smile hesitantly. "Can I go see him?"

"Yeah, of course. He'll be back in the showers. I'll take you."

We walk back through the large open space towards a room. Once inside, we pass by a few naked men before finding Mickey standing in a shower, and Jackson takes his leave. When Mickey sees me, he slides open the door and looks at me hesitantly. "Hey."

"Hey," I say back, knowing he must feel as anxious as I had a few minutes ago.

He wipes the water from his face, and eyes me. "So... How was that?" he asks.

"Honestly?" I ask. He nods warily. "It was fucking hot," I tell him. He looks relieved, and then pulls my face close to give me an extra wet kiss.

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