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  Jenna did not need another invitation.

  She wasn’t expecting such a confession of love, but when she got it, she could not wait to do anything that Alissa asked, and at the moment, she wanted her mind to be blown, and that was exactly what Jenna was going to do.

  Jenna did not beat around the bush, no pun intended, and she dove straight in, starting with smooching Alissa’s pussy lips, taking them in her mouth, lapping her juices up, while at the same time she kissed, and french kissed her pussy, making Alissa throw her hands around, making her clutch sand, making her moan out loud.

  And then, Jenna parted her labia, and then started to draw the number ‘8’ on her clit, something she had learned from Emma a long time ago, and that drove Alissa completely mad.

  The grip of her legs around Jenna’s neck tightened, and her hips started to move, and thrust along with Jenna’s tongue, and she started whimpering and screaming on the top of her lungs.

  “Jennaaaaa!! Fuck me, baby! Lick my pussy...Fuck...Lick it like it has never been licked before. Yesssss!!”

  Jenna knew Alissa was close to cumming, and so, she increased the intensity of her licks, her head moving with force, up and down it went, her eyes enjoying the effect her tongue was having on her young student.

  “I am about to cum,” Alissa screamed, and just then, Jenna inserted her finger inside Alissa’s cunt, and gave her pussy a few pumps, and that was it for Alissa.

  As a strong wave crashed over her body, an orgasm far more stronger crashed over her body, and she lifted her butt off the ground, and started to convulse with pleasure.

  Jenna removed her face from between Alissa’s thighs, and laid on top of her, and hugged her, helping the girl ride her orgasm, looking into her eyes, and kissing her lips and face, as Alissa moaned Jenna’s name again and again.

  And then, the storm waned, and so did the pleasure, but the love Alissa felt for Jenna increased.

  Holding Jenna’s face in her hand, she kissed her forehead, making Jenna remember the time when she had kissed Emma’s forehead under the palm trees, and then, she stared into the brown eyes of her teacher, and said, “Today was the happiest I have been in ages. And it is all because of you. Promise me, you will never leave me. Promise me that I won’t have my heart broken again.”

  Jenna kissed Alissa, and whispered, “I am never leaving.”

  But as she said this, she thought of her marriage, of her child, her job, and the taboo nature of Alissa and her relationship, and she wondered how she was going to keep this promise.

  The End.

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  Chapter One

  I had no idea how my new job was going to turn out. Being a stuntwoman, every job had elements of risk, but with this one, there was an added element. The element of hate. I was approached by my good friend, Todd Phillips, the assistant director on the new Elizabeth Smith movie, to work as her stunt double. A job many stuntwomen would kill for, but I had my own reservations.

  It was widely known in Hollywood circles that Elizabeth was a womanizing closeted lesbian, who was only dating actor Rodney Shaun to hide her sexuality. And when actresses hide their sexual orientation because they fear losing their careers, then it really grinds my gears. If more women do not come out of the closet and set a precedent for other closeted lesbians in the industry, then how would it actually become a norm? Why fear backlash over a way of living? Hollywood needed strong women who worked for the upliftment of the LGBTQ community from within and Elizabeth was surely not one of those women.

  But all things said and done, I did say yes to the job because I needed the money. Money that would help me save up for a house that I had dreamt of owning ever since I was a small girl doing backflips in the backyard while my father cheered me on from the sidelines. And so, I found myself sitting in the reception area of MovieMagik Studios, ready to meet the producer and Elizabeth for a brief rundown about the movie and what exactly I would be doing in the movie.

  “Mr. Williams and Ms. Smith are ready to see you now,” a cheery-looking girl wearing a pantsuit said to me as she pointed towards the massive glass doors that would lead me inside the office of the movie mogul.

  I got up, straightened my skirt, and started towards the door. Although I was a stuntwoman, my appearance was far from a typical woman whose job was to hurl herself through fire hoops or scale skyscrapers the looks of which would make any grown man piss his pants. I always liked to dress feminine, and being only twenty-four, most of that feminine dressing comprised of short skirts, crop tops, denim shorts or an occasional hoodie that would hide the shape of my massive bust and save me a few awkward glares once in a while.

  “Nice to see you, Megan. Please take a seat,” said the burly, squint-eyed man sitting on the enormous leather chair opposite a wooden desk littered with contracts and forms.

  I could not see the infamous actress anywhere.

  “Thank you,” I said in a firm voice as I took my seat and looked directly across the table.

  “We are very happy that a talented stuntwoman like you would be joining our crew for this movie. As you would know, our movie is an adventure film with lots of action sequences, some of which would be path-breaking for a woman-centric action flick, and we wanted a woman who could do justice to the stunts that our director has envisioned,” Mr. Williams leaned back in his chair which looked as if it was on the verge of snapping in two.

  “I am excited to begin as soon as possible,” I said with a faint smile.

  “That is great. But as you would be the stunt double for the lead actress, naturally, we would just like to see how similar you are to her in terms of height, features and all of that.”

  “Naturally,” I agreed.

  Mr. Williams looked past me and nodded.

  I heard the shuffling of feet and listened to the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor.

  Elizabeth Smith entered the periphery of my vision, or more like floated into it, as she glided past by massive oak table and took a seat beside the producer.

  The actress looked ethereal. Almost like a mirage too good to be true. And I hated it. But also loved it as I knew how much I resembled her. We could almost pass as identical twins.

  “Hello, Megan. Nice to finally meet you. You really are so similar to me. It is like looking into a mirror,” said the actress as she twirled her blonde hair around her finger. Her green eyes were gazing into the green of my own and her shapely, juicy lips were parted a little.

  The woman looked like a goddess. Or more like a sexy devil.

  “Likewise,” I lied. The last thing I wanted in this world was to sit across Elizabeth Smith and fake my politeness. This girl was a selfish alcoholic who was only concerned about furthering her own motives and disregarding the greater good. And I never got along with such people.

  “Can you please stand up, Megan?” Mr. Williams asked.

  “Sure,” I replied.

  I stood up and gazed down on the two powerful personalities, ogling me like a piece of meat. I saw Elizabeth lick her lips and smirk in a very devilish way that was true to her nature.

  “Am I really this hot, Henry? Damn! Look at that beautiful face,” Elizabeth said without taking her eyes off me.

  “Do a little twirl for me, girl,” she said, and crossed her arms and leaned back as if she was ready to enjoy the treat that was about to be offered to her.

  I was fuming inside. The woman had already acted unprofessionally in the first five minutes of our meeting and I had no idea how I was going to tolerate her attitude for the entirety of the movie shoot.

  I heard the producer tappi
ng his fingers on the wooden surface of the table, impatient and irritated with my reluctance.

  I knew I had to do what they were asking of me. This was an opportunity of a lifetime, and however much I wanted to be firm on my principles, the sad truth is, always being true to your beliefs will more often than not cause hindrances in achieving your goals, or making more money. Because you may play by the rules, but the world will not.

  I did a twirl as I was asked. And I felt humiliated by the lusty stares of both Henry Williams and Elizabeth Smith.

  “This will do. You look very much like Elizabeth and the rest will be taken care of by our VFX people. And I just realized, even Gigi Hadid looks like you. Have you ever noticed, Elizabeth?”

  “We have already had a laugh about that, Henry. I told her no one would know if I put on the angel wings and walked down the ramp of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show. People would assume it is Gigi.”

  “I am sure Gigi wouldn’t have liked that idea,” chuckled the big bald man and I almost threw up in my mouth.

  “Of course she did not like the idea. Not because she would be caught, but because if I gained access to the changing rooms of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, then I would not be leaving without fucking half of those gorgeous models.”

  I rolled my eyes and hoped Elizabeth did not notice. How was someone so good-hearted like Gigi Hadid even friends with this devil of a woman?

  “Anyways, I like her. She will fit nicely in the movie…and other places where she is…needed,” Elizabeth said, sticking her tongue out and slowly tailing the tip along her upper lips.

  I felt sick, but also felt something in the middle of my legs.

  What was that all about?

  I brushed the sensation out of my mind and said, “So, when do we start the shoot?”

  “In about a week, until then you will have another meeting with the director and the action director, and then you will have costume fittings. Once you are done with all of that, we will call you to the sets to shoot the first action sequence which can be anywhere from a week from now or even a month. Elizabeth begins shooting in a week, but the action doesn’t start until about twenty minutes in the movie, so until then, we will be sending you your contract and you can have your lawyer go through it once.”

  “That sounds fine, can I leave now?

  “What is the hurry? Tell us a little about yourself, Megan, the stuntwoman. How did a girl so pretty choose a profession that can disfigure her gorgeous face any day?” Elizabeth leaned forward and placed her chin on her knuckles and stared deep into my eyes.

  Her stare was fierce, unlike any I had ever encountered. She was perched on her seat like a beautiful lioness toying with her prey, and however much I wanted to put on a brave front, I felt myself begin to buckle under the intensity of her stare.

  “My father was a stuntman,” I whispered.

  “Was?”

  “He…” I never liked talking about my father in public, or with people I hardly knew, but I had no option here, “He died during the shoot of a movie,” I managed to complete.

  I saw empathy, or a sudden flash of understanding pass over Elizabeth’s face. I saw her charismatic demeanor tremble slightly due to the impact of my words, before the intensity was back and the fierceness returned.

  “I am sorry,” she said, but it did not feel like it.

  “We will have all of the latest safety precautions on set, so you do not have to worry about any injury, Megan,” the producer chimed in.

  “I am not worried about injury or death. If I was, I would never have taken up this profession. Every day that I walk on set is a tribute to my father, and if I perish doing this work, then I think that would be the ultimate tribute.”

  This time, Elizabeth’s eyes flickered and suddenly, she felt the intensity and the power of my words.

  Elizabeth just tasted her own medicine, and realized I had a power of my own. Both of us glared at each other, and just before she averted her eyes, I saw Elizabeth nod her slightly, as if she liked what she was seeing.

  “I have work to do girls. So it would be better if you left me and got down to some business. Elizabeth, don’t forget to read the script before the shoot begins, please. We don’t want a repeat of the last movie. I don’t have any more directors who…let’s just say Mathew is the only director we have for this project.”

  “Yeah, yeah. You just make sure my vanity van is not as small as the one you gave me last time,” said Elizabeth getting up, and I realized she was a few centimeters taller than me, but I was just a little more curvier. Elizabeth had a super model’s physique, whereas I loved my squats. Other than that, we were pretty much similar in all other aspects of appearances.

  “It will be taken care of. And thank you for coming, Megan. I will see you when I will see you,” the man extended his hand without standing up and I had to bend and lean over the table to grasp his hand.

  My top, which already had a deep cleavage, revealed the almost the entirety of my upper breast as I leaned forward and I saw Elizabeth stare at my cleavage like a hungry wolf.

  I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. But I did not know whether that was because of anger or excitement.

  My body was behaving in a strange fashion all of a sudden.

  “Do you want me to drop you anywhere?” Elizabeth asked, opening the door for me.

  “No, I am fine, thank you,” I replied, almost too rudely.

  “Hey, why the sudden hostility? Did we get off on the wrong foot?”

  Yes, you ogled at me like a perverted person, and then spoke to me dismissively.

  “No, I am just a bit under the weather,” I lied.

  “Well, then take care of yourself, girl. And get well soon so that you can be under other things,” said the blonde and winked and then strode across the reception area with an air of exuberance and royalty.

  What did she mean by, ‘under other things’? I had no idea how her perverted brain worked, and I was not about to waste my time deciphering her subtle messages any longer. I had decided that I was going to turn off my senses, clench my teeth, and get the job done like a professional. Just as my father would have, no matter how repulsed I felt by the egotistical, arrogant, womanizing actress that I was about to work with.

  And yeah, drop dead gorgeous, don’t forget that.

  ∞∞∞

  Autumn leaves were slowly finding their way to the ground in Central Park, New York. Children and grown men alike were feeling the onset of the chill in the air, but my heart was embroiled in red hot flames, flames of anger and hatred.

  “Why did you have to offer me this job?” I asked my friend, Todd, who was the assistant director on the movie as we walked past a bustling group of school children who were out on a picnic with their teacher.

  “Because you deserved it. Because I know no other stuntwoman will ever be able to do the action sequences justice like you. And also because your payment would be so much that you can finally buy a house and stop living in that wardrobe sized room you call your home in the Upper West Side. A prolific stuntwoman like you does not deserve to live like that.”

  “A prolific stuntwoman? When has the word ‘prolific’ ever been used for the likes of us? Who cares about us? It's only the pretty actress and actors everyone talks about. How many times have you heard people leave a theatre and say ‘Gee, that must have taken a lot of effort on the part of those poor stunt people,” I said, gazing at the orange hues of the sky as the sun finally made its way behind the skyscrapers of Manhattan, and left a fiery red in its wake.

  “Listen, I know you don’t like…okay hate Elizabeth,” Todd changed his words mid-sentence after the look I gave him and continued, “but actors have to act opposite people they despise. You just have to do her stunts and then walk away, without ever having any interaction with her.”

  “Yeah, that is why I think I just might make it to the end of the shoot,” I said with a sigh.

  “Why do you hate her so much? Have y
ou ever worked with her before? Was it a bad experience?” asked Todd and took a sip of his Starbucks latte.

  “No. I just don’t like her lifestyle. She is gay, and she chooses to hide it with a fake hetero relationship while having these one-night stands with crew members and waitresses. Plus, I know for a fact that she is into drugs, the hard ones. And if that wasn’t enough, the way she treated me when we met was so entitled and so arrogant, that I could not believe people actually think they are the queens of the world.”

  Todd almost smiled after my rant.

  “I think you like her”, he said, hiding his face behind a sip.

  “This isn’t kindergarten, Todd, that I would secretly have a crush on the boy who pulls my ponytail and keeps harassing me. I actually don’t like her.”

  “But have you ever considered that people have their own way of living their life and we are none to judge them for it? I mean, isn’t that the whole motto of the LGBTQ community? That they be allowed to live their life how they want, without judgment and without questions?”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but could not find the words to reply. I knew what Todd was saying was right, and I knew I should expect someone to live a life that is right according to my standards, then why did I want to hate Elizabeth so much?

  “I will get back to you on that as soon as possible. Expect a detailed email very soon in your inbox,” I said, pushing my blonde hair away from my face as the chilly wind continued to toy with them.

  “No need, because I am sure by the end of this movie, you would understand my point of view, and probably grace Elizabeth’s bed once or twice,” Todd grinned and if I wasn’t so gay, I would have melted seeing his dimpled smile.