The man chuckled as he adjusted to the new position. "You're quite a strong woman, huh?"
Vivienne, still angry, snapped back, "Shut up, James! I'll show you I'm better than that woman you were with."
She climbed over him, grabbed his necktie, and kissed him forcefully. The kiss was filled with frustration and determination.
The man was surprised but smiled. "You are something else."
Vivienne glared at him, still fuming. "You better remember this. I'm not someone you can just ignore."
She leaned back, trying to calm herself as the tension in the car lingered.
The man smirked after their kiss. He grabbed Vivienne by the waist and shifted their positions, placing himself on top of her.
With a sly grin, he removed his belt and said, "You brought this on yourself, woman. You made me turned on."
Vivienne, still believing he was James, struggled slightly and bit her lip, trying to manage her mixed emotions. She said, "I didn't know you had that side, James."
In the car, the man chuckled as he held his erect member. "You'll never forget this night, my lady," he said, his gaze fixed on Vivienne.
She, now tipsy, bit her lip as she stared at him. "Ah, let me hold it, James," she murmured.
Vivienne shifted slightly and grasped his member with both hands. The man, feeling the touch of this beautiful woman, found it different from his previous experiences. He thought, What a lewd woman.
Vivienne began to massage him, moving her hands up and down. Hearing his moans, she looked up and started licking the tip. The man swore, grabbed her hair, and forcefully guided her movements.
Unable to control himself any longer, the man pushed Vivienne away and tore her dress roughly. Vivienne moaned, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.
"Stop teasing me," the man said gruffly, his voice full of urgency.
Vivienne, still dazed and drunk, gasped as he aggressively grabbed her breasts and began to massage them.
"James...," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and confusion.
He kissed her neck passionately, his breath hot against her skin. "Your driving me wild," he murmured between kisses.
The man, his desire taking over, ripped Vivienne's dress completely. As he kissed her neck and moved down to her chest,
Vivienne's breath quickened. "James, Ughh..." she moaned, her voice full of anticipation and pleasure.
His hands roamed down to her waist, then further, until they reached her most intimate area. Vivienne hugged him tightly, her nails digging into his back.
"Please, T-Touch me James" she gasped, as he slowly began to touch her. Her moans grew louder, a blend of new sensations and emotions.
As the man slowly enter his one finger, Vivienne's initial discomfort became apparent. She winced and said, "J-James, It h-hurts."
The man paused, his expression softening with concern. "At First... It hurts at first he said, gently kissing her to comfort her.
Their kiss was deep and passionate, as if he were trying to convey his affection and reassurance. Vivienne's moans gradually turned into sounds of pleasure.
"It's starting to feel good," she admitted, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and excitement.
As the car moved, the man's touch became more rhythmic, moving in and out. Vivienne's moans grew louder.
As the sensations continued, Vivienne's body began to relax, her back arching with the rhythm.
"James...Ahhh Don't stop!," she gasped. The man embraced her tightly, his grip firm and reassuring. As she approached her climax, Vivienne's breaths became more rapid.
"I'm... I'm close," she moaned, her voice filled with anticipation. In a sudden, unexpected moment, the man gently bit her shoulder.
The initial sting of the bite intensified her feelings, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Vivienne cried out, "James!" as she reached her peak, her body trembling with the force of her climax.
After Vivienne's intense experience, she lay back, catching her breath. The man softly licked her shoulder and then her ear. Whispering in a low voice, he said, "It's my turn."
Vivienne, still catching her breath, watched as he adjusted himself. He slowly gripped his member, massaging it gently as he gazed at her with a mix of intensity and anticipation.
Biting his lip, he positioned himself and gently slam his member in her womanhood.
"Ahh! D-don't tease me!" she protested. The man chuckled softly, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Just a preliminary knock," he said with a smirk.
As he entered her, Vivienne's reaction was immediate. Her body tensed at first, then gradually relaxed as she adjusted to the sensation. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering with a mix of surprise and pleasure.
"James..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her grip on him tightened, and her body responded with increasing pleasure.
Vivienne was jolted awake by a voice shouting, "Ms. Vivienne? MS. VIVIENNE!!!"
She blinked, her heart racing, and saw her manager's concerned face. Startled, she instinctively slapped him.
"Hey! What was that for?" her manager exclaimed, rubbing his cheek.
Vivienne's face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you. I was just surprised," she said,
Her manager looked at her with a mix of confusion and concern. "Are you alright? You seemed like you were having a bad dream."
Vivienne thought to herself, 'bad dream? More like a wet dream.'
She shook her head, quickly straightened her clothes, and asked, "Where are we, manager?"
It had been a week since that confusing night. She had woken up alone in the backseat of her car, wearing a man's clothes that clearly weren't hers.
The memory of what happened was a blur—fragmented images, feelings, and sensations that didn't quite fit together.
She couldn't remember who she had been with or how she had ended up in that situation. Still, a sense of shame and confusion weighed heavily on her.
Unsure of what else to do, she had left the place as quickly as possible, driving away without looking back.
Now, as she tried to focus on the conversation with her manager, She glanced at her watch and frowned. "I've been asleep for three hours. Why aren't we at the set?"