Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Lovely to meet you,” Gene said. “Camille, thank you for letting us shoot a few scenes here today. It’s always good to have access to a new location.”

“Oh, that’s my pleasure,” she said. “I’m just not used to having so much help during scenes. I feel lazy!”

The two continued to banter until Gene got everyone’s attention with a loud whistle. “Folks, this is Ariel, here for the next scene. Camille, what’s the theme of the scene?”

“I’m keen to use the same office setup,” Camille said. “Vincent and I discussed it earlier and we’re going to do a bit of a forceful office sex scene.”

Gene nodded and turned, barking orders at the crew. “Cleanup crew, go ahead and get the office spick-and-span. Marsha, can you get with Ariel and get her ready. Talk with Camille about what she wants.”

A girl with glasses and hair that was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail nodded and came over to where Camille and Kelly were standing. “Ariel, this is Marsha,” Camille said. “She’s going to do your hair and makeup.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Marsha said. “I’ve got a spot setup in the ladies’ changing room if you’ll follow me.

Kelly smiled and nodded, offering Camille a wink and walking after the other woman. Once inside the changing room, she led Kelly over to a tall chair and had her sit down.

“What are you thinking?” Marsha asked, looking past Kelly. She glanced over and saw that Camille had followed them.

“Let’s do something that says ‘female executive,'” Camille told her. Kelly saw Marsha nod, and for the next few minutes, sat talking politely about everyday things with the young woman while she styled her hair up in a very business appropriate style. All her hair was pulled up off her neck and pinned up high.

Next, the young woman went about doing her makeup, and she was surprised to see a familiar face come into the room. Vincent, apparently not caring that it was the women’s changing room, stepped and in grinned widely as he saw Kelly getting ready.

“Ah, my beautiful Ariel,” he said in his thick, sexy accent. “I was wondering where you were hiding.” He stepped in and walked over, leaning down and kissing her on the hand.

“Nice to see you again,” Kelly said. “You’re my partner for today?”

“Lucky for me, eh?” he said. “Yes, of course I am. You are too beautiful for me not to try and have a scene with you. You are nervous?”

She shook her head. “I’ve done a few of these before, remember?”

He nodded. “Si, but probably you didn’t have all these people around, no? It can be a little intimidating. But you have the easy part.”

She looked at him curiously. “I do?”

“Si,” he said, nodding. “I have to get my cock hard in front of a crowd of people, you know. Is not always the easiest.”

She smiled. “So, you don’t find me as attractive as you did the other day is what you’re saying?”

“Ariel, you wound me!” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “You’re are as beautiful as the rays of the morning sun, eh? The rose on the vine withers in jealousy from your beauty.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, unable to stop a blush from coming to her cheeks. The young make-up artist smirked but continued working.

“Marsha, she’s being mean to Vincent,” he said frowning at the young woman. Kelly laughed as did Marsha.

“As long as you can get your dick hard,” Marsha said.

Vincent said something swiftly in Italian and stepped close, whipping his cock out of his pants quicker than Kelly had been ready for. He was already mostly erect, and she could barely contain her excitement to work with him.

“Is almost there,” he said, grinning at Kelly and stepping close, dropping it onto her thigh. She laughed and tried to hold still for Marsha as he reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it to his cock.

Stroking, she smirked and looked up at him, feeling the warm flesh in her hand.

“Vincent, go get dressed,” Camille said, standing and pointing to the door. “Quit playing and get going,” she said, amused.

“Camille my darling,” he said dramatically, pulling her tight and kissing her for a moment as she cackled. “You know you will always be his favorite,” he said, shaking his erection at her as she pulled back. “Come on, give him a bit of a kiss.”

Camille scowled playfully, and Kelly watched as Vincent pushed down on the photographer’s shoulder. “Vincent,” she groaned, but Kelly was surprised to see her fall to her knees and do just that, taking the head into her mouth and staring up.

“That’s it,” he said, his accent thick. He put a hand on her head and started to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth a few times. “Is like big popsicle.”

Camille laughed, shaking her head and standing. “Get out,” she said, standing and pushing him.

“But he miss you too much,” he protested, taking his cock and jiggling it at her menacingly before she managed to get him out the door. Turning, she took a second to regain her composure, amusement clear on her face.

“He is too much sometimes,” Marsha said, amused at the interaction.

A few minutes later, Kelly had slipped into a grey skirt and dark blouse that Camille had provided and stepped out of the changing room. The crew was milling around, the camera man and director talking quietly, and she saw Vincent waiting at the make-shift office set.

Camille went over, Kelly in tow, and listened as she scripted it out.

“Here’s the way I want this to go, if you guys are okay with it. Ariel, you’re the exec, and Vincent, you’re the underperforming employee. Ariel, can you improvise some dialogue about him being terrible at his job and having to let him go?”

Kelly nodded. “That should be no problem.” She appreciated Camille using her stage name, ‘Ariel’, and figured that she’d spoke to Vincent and told him not to call her Kelly around the crew. It was a small gesture, but something that made her appreciate working with Camille all the more.

“Ariel, Gene is much more experienced with the scene work and layout, so he’s going to walk you through things. Just keep in mind where the camera is and that it needs to be able to see the action, like we discussed before.” Kelly nodded, remembering the conversation. “He’ll tell you to stop the action and move you around or have Marsha come and fix something that’s out of place. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” she replied.

“Okay, I think we’re ready,” Camille said. “Questions?”

Neither had any, so she called for “places” and the room went silent.

“All yours, Gene,” Camille called out.

Kelly took her spot behind the desk and held up the prop paperwork for a second.

The director called out a few things and finally yelled, “Action!”

She started to scribble something down on her prop papers, then reached over and touched a button on her phone. “Marsha, send in Vincent,” she said, following the script.

There was a pause and then a knock at the door. “Come in,” she called out, straightening the papers and setting them on her desk, then folding her hands.

Vincent came in, his demeanor much different than the cocky, self-assured man that she’d seen before.

“Hello, Mrs. Ariel,” he said.

“Vincent, come in and have a seat please,” she said, sensing the camera on her.

Vincent came in, appearing nervous, and sat down in the chair in front of the desk.

“Vincent,” she said, clearing her throat. “There’s been some discrepancies in your latest reports,” she said. “This has been discussed again and again, and I think the time has now come for us to part ways.”

“But, Mrs. Ariel, I know I can do better,” he said, his accent making it a little hard to understand.

“Line again, Vincent,” the director called out. Vincent repeated it, and that seemed to make Gene happy, so they continued.

“This is the same thing I’ve heard from you time and time again,” she said. “There’s no reason for us to continue down this same road. You need to clean your desk out. I hope you land on your feet,” she said, standing and moving around the desk.

“But… Mrs…” he stammered. “Please, you have to give second chance.”

“I’ve given you a second chance, and a third, and fourth. We’re not wasting any more time. You need to get up, man up, and go.”

Vincent stood as he’d been scripted to do and walked over to where Kelly was standing. She couldn’t help but notice how incredibly good he smelled, and looked up at him, raising a single eyebrow.

“Are you going to leave, or do I have to call security?” she asked.

“You are heartless bitch,” he said, scowling at her.

“Get out of my office,” she spat.

“Good,” Gene called out. “Keep it going. Cue, Vincent.”

Vincent nodded, then turned back to glare at her again, the scene resetting.

“Give me line again,” he whispered to her, then winked.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get out of my office,” she said again.

His hand came up extremely fast and snapped onto her neck. She felt him squeeze gently but saw the muscles in his forearm tighten as he made it look like he was squeezing hard. Both of her hands went to his forearm as he pushed her back into the wall. Slapping ineffectually at his arm, she winced and then whimpered at him.

“Let me go,” she said.

He smirked, shaking his head and holding her there for a few seconds.

“I lose my job, I take something before I go,” he said.

“Just get out,” she spat.

As they’d scripted, he pulled her from the wall and made it look like he slammed her back down on her desk. In truth, it was mostly her moving quickly downward, his hands just appearing to force her to do so.

The camera moved down behind her, low, and he made a show of lifting her skirt and tearing off her panties, a breakaway pair that Camille had given her.

“You’ve been nothing but a bitch as long as I work here,” he said. “You need to get laid.”

She protested, fighting and fidgeting against him, but couldn’t wait for him to actually enter her. “Please don’t,” she said. “Just go.”

She felt him working his cock out of his pants, then felt him move up close behind her.

“Good…” Gene called out. “And cut! Lube.”