Kate knew that sleeping with a celebrity could cost her her job, but who could say no to one night with perfection? Kate knew that most people would kill for her job. Film premieres, interviewing celebrities, swanning off on press trips to LA and so on. ' It's a tough life,' she thought smiling. She often attempted to convince her friends that working on a glossy magazine meant hard graft, obscene hours, and very frazzled nerves every time she had to interview Tom Cruise. Oddly enough though, she found that sympathy was in short supply.
Secretly of course, Kate knew she was lucky. She still got a kick when she spotted her name on the film posters, even though she was used to working face to face with people her friends would give their eyeteeth just to meet.
So it was another day, another interview, and Kate`s main concern was
to make his bloke sound interesting enough. Although he was relatively
unknown, her editor thought he was full of western promise. Kate had
watched a preview tape of his new drama, and he was sexy in a rugged,
Rufus Sewell sort of way. But Kate had met Brad Pitt the week before
and was still recovering. Tim, the man in question, lolled on a squashy
settee. Usually, all that Kate managed to squeeze out of the actor
types were guarded sound bites. But Tim was confessing that, when he
was little, he'd get flushed into the sky. Despite having to focus on
the interview, Kate found herself thinking, 'mile-high club'. Looking
at him afresh, she realized that his sexy, choc lately eyes were sizing
her up. His good looks were unconventional. Raven hair flicked onto his
strong, angular face, and a smattering of dark stubble covered his
chin. As he spoke, Kate stared at his full, sensuous lips. She was so
transfixed by that luscious, kissable mouth that she forgot to plan her
next question. Yet the pause wasn't awkward. Tim started questioning
Kate, surprising, as actors usually loved nothing better than prating
on about themselves. But Tim was guessing her age and star sign, and
quizzing her on her ambitions. She had to wrestle to get him back on
track about his newfound sex symbol status. Tim's agent poked her
enormous nose into the room and jabbed at her watch, I have three
other journalists waiting to talk to Tim, she snapped, You've already
overrun. Kate nodded and slipped her tape recorder into her bag. But
then she paused, Desperate to ask one last question that wasn't on her
list. So, she said, are you married? No. I'm single, he replied
smiling. Then, the smile faded, Single with a girlfriend. Back at the
office, Kate's editor pounced, Is he gorgeous enough for a four-page
feature? she asked, her beady eyes narrowing. Oh yes, said Kate,
Believe me. He's incredible. Her editor gave her a stern look. `Never
touch the talent ' was the magazine's unwritten rule. Kate had known a
colleague to be 'let go' shortly after confessing to a quickie in the
dressing room with a member of a band. We're professionals here, the
editor had told the remaining staff. Remember you're representing the
magazine. There's no way I`ll let anyone jeopardize our reputation.
Thinking of Tim's girlfriend made Kate forget about him anyway, until
later at least when she was writing up the interview. As she listened
to his voice on her tape, she picked up on something that hadn't
registered at the time. They were flirting. Banter flew thick and fast,
their voices full of suppressed laughter. He was matching Kate's sexual
innuendoes point for point. She knew she wasn't imagining it, but
experience advised her not to read too much into it. After all, there
was this girlfriend of his, bound to be a stunning young actress he'd
met on a film set. It was Kate`s day off. The city was sweltering as
she wrestled her way through the crowds of camera-wielding tourists.
'Too hot to shop,' she thought, tearing her eyes way from jigsaw's
window and deciding to head for the park. When she saw him walking
towards her, her stomach somersaulted. Kate gulped, surprised at her
reaction. He was wearing a Discman and strode past her, oblivious to
the bustling street; she stared at the curve of his bum as he merged
with the crowd. 'No,' she thought, 'I cant, it would be too uncool, so
unprofessional. But then againÂ… Impulsively, Kate turned and ran after
him, tugging at his sleeve. Expecting a 'Who the hell are you?' she was
already regretting her dive for him. But when he saw her, his face
literally lit up. Grinning, he kissed her on the cheek and said, like
an invitation to heaven, Fancy a coffee? In the cafe, Kate tried to
speak. But sitting opposite Tim rendered
her practically insensible. Every time she tried to pick up her
cappuccino, her hand trembled, seeing gobs of froth into the saucer,
how she yearned to lift a hand to wipe the milky, choclately smudge off
his upper lip, and press her thigh against his under the table....
Damn, he said suddenly, checking his watch. I'm due to record a
voice-over in half an hour. Kate's heart plummeted. You don't fancy
meeting up later, do you? he asked. Only there's a film I fancy
seeing. The plummeting stopped. Suddenly, Kate's favorite Tim-themed
fantasy flooded her mind. In the airplane loo, her back was pressed
hard against the fuselage. Her legs, smooth, brown, cellulite-free,
were wrapped around his waist, her hands grasping his black hair. But
of course, he added, if you are busy, 'Never touch the talent,' Kate
reminded herself before saying, Of course, I`d love to. Kate wondered
if the rest of the audience could smell her sexual tension with Tim.
Every time his hand brushed against her arm, she tingled with
anticipation. When he leaned towards her to whisper in her ear, his
hair falling on her face, she literally shuddered with desire.
Afterwards, chatting in a bar she started to relax. Kate felt
comfortable, like she'd known him for years. Tim didn't regale her with
tiresome tales of LA nights, of Gwyneth, Winona or Minnie. Instead, he
talked about his family, his dig, his original training as a lawyer.
Edging closer on the soft leather sofa until their thighs touched. Kate
ached to kiss him. Just one subject seemed to be unmentionable, the
girlfriend. But as he turned to kiss her, not a fleeting kiss but a
fiery, let-me-dive-inside-your-head kind of kiss, she knew that
nothing, not even a nubile young actress, could come between them now.
Kate felt his hand quietly creep up her thigh, resting playfully at the
top of her stocking. Unaware that she was already moist and desperate
to get naked with him, Tim whispered, 'I think we should call a cab.
Don't you? Kate sat on her bed, watching him pad around her tiny flat.
She liked the fact that he was curious about her. She was less keen on
the fact that she hadn't cleaned her loo for five months, so she dived
into the bathroom. She kicked off her heels. Then, looking at him
intensely, she slipped her skirt up over her knees. He walked up to her
and kneeled at her feet. As she ran her thumb over his soft lips, he
parted his legs. It was a coincidence that she wasn't wearing any
knickers. The moment he saw her naked, his eyes fired. Putting his head
between her thighs, he touched her with his tongue. A shudder swept
through her as his tongue probed and massaged her wetness. He pulled
back and, kissing him fiercely, Kate could taste herself on his lips,
on the hard stubble that cut into her chin. Touch yourself, he
murmured, tearing off his t-shirt. She blushed and he laughed Do it,
he said urgently. Kate watched his crotch bulge as she slipped her
fingers down between her thighs. Taking her sodden fingers in his hand,
he pushed them into his mouth. As he plunged a finger into her, she
gasped, arching back on the bed. She tore at his fly and he kicked off
his trousers to the floor. She grabbed a hold of him and massaged the
awesome length. He moaned, hooking his fingers into her hair. Taking
him in her mouth, she felt the fullness of his head against her tongue.
He pulled her up to his face, whispering that he didn`t want to cum too
quickly. He wanted this to last. Rolling her underneath him, he kissed
her softly, plunging himself into her. The shock of him, the size of
him, tore through her body. As he dug into her again and again, his
lips brushed down her neck and onto her hardened nipples. Her hands
tore at his back and as he went deeper and deeper. Kate cried out. Wave
after wave ripped through her, and she tightened round him. He groaned
into her ear, and then they came with a simultaneous shudder.
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