An Unwelcomed Encounter
Dashawn
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I did not want to go to this play. I couldn’t care less about seeing this actress. I had my girl in my arms, kissing her senseless as the driver drove towards the theater. My d*ck was rock hard, and all I had to do was relieve my girl of her clothes and have my way with her. However,
this driver was not a prospect, and he wouldn’t know to keep his eyes to himself.
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I put my lips to her ear. “I’m going to need you to be very quiet,” I said to her as I slipped my
fingers up her thigh and under the long dress she was wearing. She had on thigh–high tights
and I groaned with the knowledge.
I tickled the flesh of her thigh and she squirmed on my lap, making me hiss. If she didn’t stop
moving I was going to c*m in my pants. I felt the crotch of her panties, and they were soaked.
I moved them aside and swiped my fingertips through her wetness. She whimpered and I
latched onto her neck. Kissing and sucking, making her shudder. My eyes looked at the back
of the driver’s head and then into the rearview mirror. He wasn’t paying attention to us, good. I slipped my finger into her and pushed in and out. She was slippery and soft. She widened her legs as she sat across my lap and scratched her nails down the back of my head and
neck, making me shudder. The cleavage that she was showing was modern, but I bent my head and licked the tops of her br*asts as I fingered her faster. I added another finger. I could hear little squelching sounds, but they weren’t loud enough to be obvious. Our lips attacked each other, I added a third finger and curled them. She made a squeaking sound, and then
she melted, her body shaking slightly as she came all over my fingers.
“Good girl, baby. You came so pretty for me,” she shuddered more at my words. I kissed her softly and then pulled my fingers out from under her dress. I locked eyes with her as I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. My eyes closed as I savored her taste.
“You are so delicious. When we get back to the villa, I am going to eat you so good until you squirt all over my face. Then I am going to pound my p*ssy so hard, you will feel me for days.”
“Please,” she begged. Her eyes were dazed, she wiggled, and I held her hips still.
“I’m going to put you back on the seat. I need to calm myself, we are almost to the theater.”
Samantha looked at me and nodded. When I put her in the seat, she grabbed the back of the driver’s headrest and pulled herself forward. She whispered something into the driver’s ear
and he nodded.
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Five minutes later, I was still struggling to get my hard on to go away when the driver pulled
over, turned off the car, and got out. I watched him walk to the front of the car, put his back to
us and lean against the hood.
“What?”
Before I could finish asking what was going on, Samantha climbed onto my lap, lifted her
dress and straddled me. In no time at all, she had my c*ck out and was sliding down my
length.
“F*ck,” I groaned out, as I gripped her hips. My head fell back against the seat.
“Hold on baby, I’m going to make this fast,” she said, with a mischievous grin as she grabbed
onto my shoulders and started lifting herself up and down and swiveling her hips at a rapid
speed.
I know my eyes crossed, because she went blurry. I then buried my face into her cleavage and
nudged the top of her dress around so I could s*ck on the flesh of her br*asts. She wrapped
her arms around my head to hold me to her as she rode me for all she was worth. It was the
best God d*mn feeling in the f*cking world. Her p*ssy was magic as she moved back and
forth, swiveled her hips, bounced on me, and then clenched around me as she burst. I came a
second after her with a loud groan in her cleavage.”
“Jesus Christ, that was good. F*ck Sweet Girl, you can be naughty and I love it. What did you
say to the driver?”
“I told him I needed ten minutes alone with you.”
“I’m so glad you can speak Italian.” She giggled and I chuckled. She leaned over and grabbed
her bag where she pulled out some wet wipes.
“Do women always carry around stuff like that?”
“I don’t know about all women, but my mother told me you never know when you will be
without toilet paper. She and Dad went to Africa and Australia a lot. There were times they
had to relieve themselves in areas with no bathrooms, so my mom always carried wet wipes
with her. And since she always did, I do too.”
“Very practical.”
“Well, also, I’m a PA, so I need to make sure my boss always looks good and is cleaned up,”
she said, as she hopped off of me and gobbled my half hard c*ck and licked me clean.
“Jesus, babe. I was trying to get rid of my hard–on,” I chuckle as my c*ck springs back to life.
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She doesn’t quit her administration and blows my mind once again, as I finish down her
throat.
“Best decision of my life, falling in love with you,” I said, panting.
She giggled and then finished cleaning both of us up. I stepped out of the car first and held out my hand to her. No one would ever think we just got done f*cking and me getting a superb blow job if you looked at us. We were put together with not a wrinkle.
I looked over at the driver. He had a smirk on his face as he looked at his phone. He knew what we did, but was gentleman enough not to say anything. I appreciated that, and made a
mental note to tip him big.
He was a hire for the couple of days we were here. I didn’t have a permanent driver in Italy.
We made our way into the theater. I had already purchased tickets, and we found our seats in
the third row. For the next three hours, we watched the performance of Ellora Bellini as she
caught her husband having an affair, and the plot to take down his empire, ultimately
becoming the Donna of the Italian Mafia. It was actually quite entertaining. Whoever wrote it,
did an excellent job. I found it somewhat comedic, as an older gentleman who had a strong
resemblance to a much younger papa Roberto when he was in his sixties, acted on stage. He
was the assassin that took out her husband’s mistress. I had a strong suspicion he was
based off of papa.
When the play was over, we made our way backstage and to the dressing room of Ellora. I knocked, and the door flew open.
“May I help you?”
“Miss Ellora, I am Dashawn Krew of Star Media. This is my PA and girlfriend, Samantha
Buchanan. We saw your performance tonight, and we must say, you are extremely talented.
“Come in, please.”
We walked in. Both of us heard someone rummaging in a closet in the back and looked that
way.
“Don’t mind the noise. That’s my stylist. She’s putting together the perfect after–party outfit for
- me. Anyway, thank you for the compliment.”
“You are very welcome. My sister saw you on YouTube and told me I had to see you. Have
you ever thought about being in movies? Or doing Broadway?”
“But of course! It is my ultimate dream.”
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“We would like to sign you on as a client for Star Media. We can make your dreams come true. I can have a contract written up by tomorrow, and we can have you sign it with your lawyer present. The gist of the contract is you will become our client for the length of five years to start with. We would front you five million and work our a*ses off to get you auditions and rolls for you to star in. We would take forty percent of your earnings until the five million is paid off and then twenty–five percent after that. There is some legal jargon that you and your lawyer can go over, but that’s basically it.”
“I see no problem with the terms. I will, of course, have my lawyer here tomorrow. All I require
is that I have to bring my stylist, make–up artist, and my own PA with me. They have been in
my life for the last three years. I couldn’t live without them.”
“I see no problem with that. We could hire them under your contract and pay for their services
to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I can put that in the contract. But that means they would be employees of Star Media,
and everything they do reflects us, and we would have firing privileges if they don’t represent
us well. Or you can keep paying them on your own, and they would reflect your reputation.”
“Ree! Come here!”
Louder commotion from the back and then the click of heels.
“Yeah, Ellie?”
A gasp from beside me had my head turning to Samantha, her face went deathly pale, and her
eyes were extremely huge.
“Sam?”
“Avery,” Samantha whispered.
“Oh my God, Sammy!”
I watched as this girl, the one that ripped my baby’s heart out when she was seventeen, ran over and engulfed her in a hug. Samantha was stiff as a board and her eyes snapped to me. I
could see the panic in her eyes.
“Excuse me, I need a word with my Assistant.”
I pried the girl off of Samantha. She had a grip of death on her. I quickly grabbed my girl’s hand and rushed her out of the dressing room. I shut the door to give us some privacy and walked a little ways away from it. Then I turned to her and hauled her into my arms.
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“Are you okay, Sweet Girl? I know that must have been a shock.”
I leaned her back a little and looked at her face. Her eyes were filled with tears.
“Baby? Talk to me.”
“I can’t believe she’s here. Of all the places to bump into her. She hugged me like she didn’t
destroy me seven years ago.”
“We don’t have to sign Ellora, we can walk away,” I said.
“What? No? That’s not fair to her. Just because she has an a*shole stylist doesn’t mean we
can’t sign her. I can handle this. I swear.”
“Are you sure? I don’t like seeing you so distressed.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in there.”
“Not at all. You could never,” I said. I brought her close and kissed her pillowy soft lips. Then I
deepened the kiss until she moaned. When I looked at her, I was pleased to see she had color
in her cheeks again.
“Okay, ready to go back?” I asked.
She nodded and gave me a smile.
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her one last time, and we went back to the room.
