Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Maybe I should call the authorities, though.” If I call 9-1-1, they could arrest the thieves. That way, I would not have to interact with the burglars at all. But it would take the cops way too long to get here, and by then, these criminals could have stolen a lot of valuable equipment. It all comes down to a decision between confronting the bigger part of the issue now or later.
No, it’s better if I confront these guys now. Once I have them cornered, I can call the cops. Or maybe, if they haven’t actually stolen anything yet, I can just chase them away and forget about this whole disaster. Whatever happens, I should talk to Robert about updating our alarms and adding extra security.
Leaving the file on my desk, I quietly make my way toward the weird noises. They seem to be coming from one of the sound stages. As I get closer, I marvel at the audacity of these thieves. They have all of the lights on and are being rather loud. They must think no one is here, but that doesn’t explain why they are letting everyone outside know they’re here by illuminating everything and announcing their presence to anyone with a passing ear.
Stealthily, I approach the slightly ajar door. It sounds like one of them is a woman. Interesting. But I don’t really need to know who they are; I just want them gone and away from my stuff.
I’m almost there; my frame is right in front of the door. Now that I’m so close, I can tell that the woman isn’t talking. She’s moaning. What the hell? Who the fuck is in my studio? And what in the world is she doing?
As slowly and quietly as possible, I push open the door and slide into the room. The moans have escalated; it sounds like someone is having sex now. I can’t quite see who it is because there are cameras and other equipment in the way. I circumvent the electronics, making sure to keep myself hidden. Stunned, I stop dead in my tracks when I see what is actually happening.
Holy. Shit.
There’s a girl fucking herself with a vase on my sound stage.
There is literally some woman going to town on her pussy with a glass vase.
I’m speechless. This is one of the craziest scenes I’ve ever walked in on, and I’ve been in the film business for a number of years. Some of the craziest shit happens in this business.
But this lady is giving all of those people a run for their money.
All I can do is look at her. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Her curly brown hair is fanned all around her face, her curves look luscious, and that moaning has got me sporting an almost instant boner.
I turn to the monitor to get a better look at her face. It seems she’s filming herself. Once I look at the screen, my eyes narrow because I recognize her, although I can’t place from where. She looks very familiar but also different. I’m trying to place her face, but it’s taking me a second to rack my brain.
Oh my God! Suddenly, I remember.
It’s Tammy! Tammy Thompson. George Thompson’s daughter. She’s older than she was the last time I saw her, but I’m sure it’s her.
What the hell is she doing filming herself? Why is she doing that? What in the world is going on?
“Tammy?” I say her name without really thinking. Her eyes dart to me, and I stand frozen. She’s clearly mid-orgasm and seems unable to stop. I watch as her mouth stays open in that quintessential O-shape, with her back arched and her breasts popped out. She lets out a high-pitched wail as her body tenses. It’s honestly one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Our gazes never leave one another’s.
When she’s done, she darts up, her legs snapping shut once she’s somewhat composed.
“Brick,” she breathes. She hasn’t done anything to cover her body, though, probably due to the shock of being walked in on. I’m in my own state of shock. My night has just taken the most unexpected turn.
“Tammy,” I say again. Words aren’t coming to me right now. I’m still fixated on the cum all over one of my tables. Her pussy must have dripped all over the wood. I can smell her arousal.
I can’t believe this is happening. She looks absolutely horrified, understandably. Maybe I can do something to ease the tension. I clear my throat, needing to take control of this situation.
“It sounds like you know who I am. Brick Barrister. And you’re Tammy. Tammy Thompson. Your father works for me.” By this point, I’m grinning. I can’t help it. I should be acting way more professional, but this situation is just too perfect.
Her body jumps a little at my words. Tammy seems to come to her senses, realizing that her body is completely exposed and that her father’s boss has just walked in on her masturbating.