Going over to the first desk in the room I see, I make sure I’m diagonal from the teacher’s desk. I know King is going to take a seat in the desk a little ways away from me, enough to flick paper at me and start the conflict between us and the teacher.
King comes in a minute or so behind me and I lean back in the chair, darting my eyes across the ceiling, seeing every camera in the joint. They’re positioned at all angles, and we even have some set up to where they’re on eye level, able to be zoomed in and grab anything we’re looking for.
Taking my finger, I twirl it around in my hair and look around the room, biting my bottom lip because I know they’re going to take stuff like this and turn it into teasers. King will use whatever he can to get us more signups on the website and it’s not like I mind either. The more promiscuous I am, the more money that ends up in my pocket.
“Man, this fuckin’ sucks. I don’t even know why we’re here, Layla,” King grunts from his seat, glaring at me. Okay, well we’re going into full character already.
I grab the pencil in front of me and put it on my ear, raising my brows at my faux-stepbrother. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is all your fault and we both know it. You just had to start a fight with me in the hallway and look where we’ve ended up!” I snap back at him.
He huffs, “Typical. You’re always the one who doesn’t take any accountability for your actions. How do you expect to get into an ivy-league college with an attitude like that?”
I snicker, licking my bottom lip. “I already have. I guess being passionate is something they look for.”
“If you mean bitchy, then yeah,” King quips just as the door opens.
The first thing I see is a red dress shirt and black slacks, and then the geometric tie, but the tattoos on his hands signal who he is and I’m in absolute shock. He’s never done a movie with me because we can’t fucking stand each other . . . and yet he’s here . . . and he’s the one who’s supposed to be fucking me first before King joins in.
I blink a couple times in shock, but quickly readjust myself. I don’t have time to be thrown off guard right now. What I need to be doing is moving past this and staying in character. Still, I’m pissed at King for not bringing this up. He knows Needles and I don’t get along, and yet he didn’t think to tell me about this? Motherfucker.
“Well, well, I wish I could say I’m surprised to see you both here, but I’m not. The Carmichael children are always stirring up trouble here at the academy. What, is this the seventh time you’ve gotten detention this semester?”
“Eighth, but who’s counting?” King shoots over to Needles, who heads behind the teacher’s desk and takes a seat.
Needles shakes his head, shuffling between the paperwork on the desk, looking like he’s grading papers or something. “You two can each write a three-thousand-word essay on why detention is something you should avoid. Considering we have three hours until noon, I’d say you’ve got plenty of time.”
“Three thousand words? You have to be kidding,” I speak up, rolling my eyes.
“Layla doesn’t even know three thousand words,” King comments from the other side of the room.
“Stop being an asshole, Hunter!” I snap, slamming my hand down on the desk in front of me.
“Enough!” Needles slams his fist down on the teacher’s desk so hard it rattles, and my heart honestly beats harder in my chest. Holy fuck. Did that really just happen or am I losing it? I know we’re in character, but my core begins to tighten a bit and I’m getting a little excited at the movie we’re creating. While Needles is an asshole, this teacher could be a real hottie.
Needles picks up the ruler from his desk and slams it down. “You both better straighten up. I’m not looking forward to spending my Saturday here babysitting the two of you. For goodness sake, you’re stepsiblings and you need to get yourselves together. You graduate in less than two months, and you’re both legally adults now. Start acting like it!”
I look down at the ruler and then up to Needles eyes, then back down to the ruler. “I know something you could slam that against,” I mutter under my breath, taking the pencil from on top of my ear I stick the eraser in my mouth and gnaw on it a bit, appearing to be a seductive bitch in heat.
Warmth pools at my core as he walks over to me, the sound of his soles slapping against the tile floor causing excitement to rush through my body. “Miss Carmichael, you need to behave yourself.”
“What if I don’t like to behave, Mr. Abbott?” I bat my eyelashes and take my tongue out, dragging it slowly along my bottom lips. Looking down to his pants, I see a bulge and know his body is reacting too. That, or he took a Viagra before he had to start filming. I know King has done it a couple times to keep his dick up for five or six hours when he’s shooting multiple scenes in one day.
“Shut your mouth, Miss Carmichael.” Needles is trying to give me a warning even though he steps closer.
“I don’t want to shut my mouth,” I hiss, glaring at him with all my might. “Actually, if you want me to shut my mouth then you’d better make me shut it.”
Like a command, he unbuckles his belt, pulls out his cock in record time and slides it past my lips. It’s fat and long. To say he’s hung like a horse is an understatement. He’s hung like a fucking dragon.
Needles plants his hands on the back of my head and thrusts his hips against my mouth, pushing his cock further down my throat. I gag to the point my eyes water and look up at him, seeing the evil sneer pulling at his lips. “If you aren’t going to shut the fuck up then I’ll make you.”
“Whoa! The fuck!?” King cackles in surprise while the screech of metal against the floor rings out in the room.
“Your stepsister is a loudmouth slut it seems. You know one way to make them behave, don’t you, Hunter? You put them in their fucking place. Get the fuck over here,” Needles gives King an order and he comes over, wiping his hand across his face, playing the part perfectly. His eyes fill with excitement while I widen mine, not sure what the fuck is going on. I’m sure if I was Layla, I’d be freaking the fuck out.
“Mmm, if I think what’s going to happen is actually gonna happen . . . I’ve been thinkin’ about this shit for years,” King cackles in a sinister manner.
Needles laughs, holding the back of my head against his cock, I gag while he speaks. “You’re going to fuck your stepsister today, Hunter, so get ready. She needs to be taught a lesson.” Needles pulls his cock from my mouth and slaps me with it before sliding it back in, out, and then slapping me again. “I’m going to teach you to be a little cumslut, Layla. As long as you’re at my school, you’re going to be my personal little cumslut. Do you hear me? Whenever I call, you get your little ass in my office. And if you want to graduate this year, you’ll do as I fucking say. I can flunk you out, and then you won’t go off to college like you’re supposed to. Imagine how sad your daddy would be if he found out you flunked, oh what a disappointment you’d be.”
King snakes his hands around the front of my white dress shirt, kneading my nipples through my red lace bra. Needles grabs me by the back of the hair roughly, yanks his cock from my mouth, and drags me along with him. “Ow! Stop it!” I holler out, but he doesn’t. Then again, he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to be fucking treating me like this, because this is the way the script is supposed to go.