Sunday, May 16, 2004

Spader Film in Production - NC17 - Parallel Universe- Part 2

Nick drove towards town, glancing from time to time at the blonde in the back.
"Where are we going, Mrs. Davis?"
"My husband is renovating a house outside of town. An investment. I want to go by and see how it is coming along." Nina casually opened her purse, pulling out a compact. After a cursury check of her hair and makeup, she snaps it shut. "Turn left here".

Nick pulled the long, black car down the winding driveway to a small house. It was delapitated and grey, set out amidst acres of green pasture land.

"Park behind the house".
Nick came to a halt behind the house, in a yard of overgrown weeds choking the remains of a rusted swingset. Nick quickly accessed the house and the condition. No renovation had been done on this claptrap since before Nick was born, and he became increasingly aware that this was not a casual ride.

"Mrs. Davis," he scolded lightly, "you have not been honest with me. No one is renovating this house. So, why are we here?"

"You caught me. I just wanted to be alone, I guess. It is so peaceful here. And private." Nina stretched in the back seat. It had not occurred to her that her ruse would be seen through this easily. Or this quickly. Shit, she thought, this one is smarter than all of the rest. Put together, actually, she surmised. Perhaps the direct approach would be best.

"Nick, would you be so kind as to join me in the back seat? I need to talk to you."

"So talk, I can hear." Nick studied her increasing discomfort in the rear view mirror. Did she really think he was going to climb back there and fuck her without question? Sure she did.

"Nick, I would like to be able to talk to you and stare at something besides the back of your head." Nina pouted prettily.

Is this bitch nuts? Nick is thinking that he should start the car and drive. Trouble in the backseat, trouble at work. Shit, trouble every fucking place he went. Stopping his musing, he noticed that Mrs. Garrett damn Davis was busy unbuttoning her dress. On the other hand, he thought as he viewed her satin and lace bra, there is no harm in having fun with the high and mighty. Nick grinned and got out of the car. Instead of walking around to open the back door, Nick strolled over to a large tree behind the rusty aluminum shed. Leaning against it, he lit a cigarette and started counting until she came out of the limo.

Twenty one...twenty two...twenty-

Nina Davis threw open the door of the car. Stepping out on the dirt drive, she straightened herself up with the dignity of a queen. She has balls, Nick grudgingly thought. She strode over to him, looking up at his sunglasses.

"Take those off," Nina demanded.

Nick pulled of the shades and folded them up, tucking them into his pocket.

"Do you realize that I could have you fired?" Nina glared at the insolent man before her.
"And? You work for me, and when I ask you to do something..."
"I work for your husband, and I doubt very much that he wants me to play footsie in the back of his limosine with his wife."
"My husband could care less." Nina spat.
"Then he is a fool. What exactly is it that you want from me, Mrs. Davis?" Nick stared into her sapphire eyes.
Nina found herself unable to answer the direct question.
"Nina, do you want me to drive you around? Or do you want me to fuck you until you are completely satisfied? Do you even know what complete sexual satisfaction feels like?" Nick purred at the woman. The prey had become the predator, and Nina forgot all about Garrett's plans, the camera recording the empty back seat and everything else. All she knew was that at that moment, she had to have this man. No matter what.

Nick put his hand behind her neck, bracing her, as he eased open the front of her wrap dress. Nina did not move, or speak, afraid that the merest whisper would deter Nick from the plan of action she saw in his face. Nick unhooked the front of her bra, lowering his head to her breast. He traced the nipple with his tongue, watching it harden under his touch. No, he thought, as he sucked on the taut breast of his employer's wife. No soft seduction for you, my lady. Nick picked up the woman and carried her to the car, laying he on top of the hood. She moaned, and Nick tore her satin panties off. His hand reached between her legs, his fingers gently stroking her to complete heat, total submission. He pulled open his jeans, thrusting into her roughly and instinctively. Her gasp on entry soon turned to cries of complete abandon as he drove into her, never stopping for caress or kiss. It was completely animal and instinctive. He held himself back, watching the lovely woman writhing underneath his possession of her. Her back arched and she screamed in ectasy, pure wanton grace of lust. He grasped her hair, thrusting deep and held her up to his chest as he came, exploding in satisfaction as she trembled at the force of his orgasm.

Nick turned her chin up, looking at her. She stared into his eyes, and he grinned at her, completely amused.

"Was that what you wanted to talk to me about, Mrs. Davis?"


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