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It wasn't everyday that I found myself staring down the barrel of a gun, in fact this was the first. Somehow I was calm. I just stared forward looking into the barrel of the gun held up to my head. I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and because of that I was going to be blown out like a candle. Moments passed and my long dirty-blond hair whipped around my face from the wind in the cramped back alleys that I often used as a shortcut to my house. The gun reflecting in my blue-gray eyes that just stared, blank and emotionless, at the gun. There was no life flashing before my eyes nor any regrets that I secretly wanted fulfilled. Slowly the man began to pull his index finger towards his body. Suddenly a shout erupted from behind the man causing him to spin around and a plume of red showered onto me from the man who had, just previously, been smiling a sadistic smile explaining just how he was going to kill me. I did not smile, I did not scream, I just watched as I always did.
"Cut! That's all for today!" Called out the director's voice as everyone took a deep breath. I just slowly made my way back to my dressing room. Upon finding the one marked "Victoria" I entered tossing the hoodie I had been wearing previously onto the small brown couch opposite of the large mirror and desk used for makeup. I soon joined my jacket on the couch wishing the day was over. As usual everyone congratulated my wonderful performance but I didn't care. It's not like I was cocky but I could care less if my acting was good or terrible. I was only acting because my dad wanted me to. While I hadn't refused I did not like the idea of putting on a mask so that I could give people entertainment. To make it worse every penny I MADE went straight to that greedy man I called dad.
He was a tall handsome man with short brown hair. He was nice and friendly, always having a kind word to say to everyone. Or so he made them believe. He was cruel, deceiving, and foul. People were tools, objects, and nothing more. You used them and threw them away when they broke or were useless. As of now I was a profitable tool that did not need to be "fixed" or "replaced" yet. Of course I was adopted, as were all of his children, so that he did not feel attached to any one of us. That also meant that none of us were attached to him. He could not look at a bug without calling it useless then squishing it under his foot. Love to him was all fake he would date one woman for money, another for publicity, and another for release. Everything revolved around himself and he corrupted my view on everything. He taught me women were toys and that they were to be submissive in front of men. I slowly began telling myself I would never fall in love so that I could live freely. Or at least that's how I used to think.
There came a knock at the door. "Come in." I called out in my emotionless voice. In truth I had found someone. This person was the opposite of what I had been taught about relationships. They were kind, gentle, and warm. They looked at me as a person not an object. They were everything I wanted, and they even made my heart beat erratically. We had actually met at at previous movie shoot. I was just an unnamed extra at that point, and them one of the crew. Slowly the door creaked open revealing the figure of the person I had fallen for, though one could not tell by my expression. I remained on the couch staring upwards only casually catching glances of her. She was energetic and wild in the way she glided over to the couch. I longed to reach out and hold her, to pull her close to me, and even to kiss her.
"You were great today!" She said as she sat down next to me allowing her perfume to force its way into my nostrils. It was a familiar smell she was wearing today. A mixture of honey and lilac, along with the smell of sweat from moving the equipment around. I first met the girl a year ago when I was making my way back to my dressing room. It was hot and I was wearing a particularly heavy jacket for the shoot. I wasn't paying attention just focused on getting to my room to get comfortable. That was when I rounded the corner and walked right into the back of Alice. Alice was about fifteen, I was sixteen, and had her black hair up in a tight bun. She quickly turned around to apologize and help me up. I remember that she was wearing a purple tee that was covered in splotches of black paint along with a pair of jeans also adorned in the same black paint. Yet the things that struck me the most was her smile and smell. She gave me a large smile as she bent over to help me up giving me a sniff of her -- honey, lilac, and sweat. I couldn't help but stare after her as she made her way down the hallway. At that time I could not understand why I could not take my eyes off her.
"Hey you listening?" I nodded in reply. Shortly after that I got her hired as my personal assistant. I just knew that I wanted her around and my dad had asked me to choose an assistant and it only seemed fitting. It wasn't like her job changed much. Now instead of carrying things for everyone she carried stuff for me. I was happy with this relationship. Me watching her while she only stayed because of her contract. Everyone would apologize to her saying they were sorry she was stuck with me. She had been tempted with three times the salary she had before, almost double that of a normal assistant, and as soon as that went away she would too. Humans are simple-greedy beings only looking to themselves and not outside. Although she acted kindly she was just like them I knew but I did not believe. I wanted her to be kind, I wanted her to be gentle, and I wanted her to love me.
"You're not listening are you?" I didn't respond and just continued to stare at the ceiling trying to drown myself in thought, but I wouldn't have my way. I soon found myself on the ground and her reclining on the couch where I used to be. From my new location I could see up her skirt enough to see the white panties with a small heart on the back that she wore. I quickly returned my gaze to the ceiling and rolled onto my back. "Does anything phase you?" She called out to me in her usual happy dialect. 'Yeah you.' I wanted to say but my mouth did not open. "Hmm.." and here came her usual banter as she wildly cooked up ideas of what could phase me. "I'm an alien!" No response. "I am actually a guy!" Again no response. "I'm not wearing underwear today." "They are white with a heart on the back." I answered in a monotonous voice. Her plan had backfired instead of I reacting she did. I quickly glanced over and caught her heavily blushing.
"Cute." I thought aloud on accident. Causing her to blush harder. I quickly glanced over at the opposite wall and to my horror I could see her reflected in the mirror. I slowly stood trying to remain calm and made my way to the door but was too slow and she stood in the way still blushing.
"Hey-" She squeaked out a few decibels higher than intended. "What did you mean by that?" It was a genuine question as I never let my thoughts out and everything I said was strictly business so of course she would get curious if I said something like that. I tried to slide past her but that was not going to happen. We ended up in a staring contest neither budging. I stared into her gray eyes and used every ounce of will in my body not to reach out and kiss her. The clock struck five times indicating it was now five. The sudden noise distracted Alice for just enough time as I danced around her and slid out the door. I was free or so I thought. She had quickly grabbed my arm as I tried to slip out and pulled me back in. My foot caught on the step and I fell onto the floor. As I opened my eyes because of the scent of honey, lilac, and sweat filled my nostrils I found her above me pinning my arms to the side. I was losing control. The scent slowly numbing my ability to think. My face began to slowly turn red as my resolve was slowly being torn asunder by her. I closed my eyes and with one last deep breath I flipped our positions. Now I had her pinned below me as I slowly inched my face closer stopping a mere inch from her lips. I hovered above her just to allow her to feel the closeness and as I was about to pull away she raised her head and met my lips with hers. I lost control as I slowly let her take control. Her tongue ran along my lips and without hesitation I obeyed and opened my mouth. Somehow I found myself on my back with Alice above me continuing the kiss. Her tongue ran along my cheeks before making it's way to my tongue and teased my tongue into her mouth where she began to suck on it. This raised a moan from my occupied lips. She smiled as she continued to playfully wrestle my tongue until both of us needed air. We slowly separated and as soon as we had caught our breath she returned to her exploration of my mouth. I was to far under to fight back and as she pulled away she had a large smile of victory on her face as mine begged for her lips once more. Instead she shook her head and returned to sitting on the couch while I remained on the floor.
"So... want to go out?" She asked as she planted herself on the couch. Again I remained silent. "I'll take that as a yes." As a smile slowly spread onto my face as I nodded my head. Maybe money wasn't the only thing that could influence someone?
"Cut! That's all for today!" Called out the director's voice as everyone took a deep breath. I just slowly made my way back to my dressing room. Upon finding the one marked "Victoria" I entered tossing the hoodie I had been wearing previously onto the small brown couch opposite of the large mirror and desk used for makeup. I soon joined my jacket on the couch wishing the day was over. As usual everyone congratulated my wonderful performance but I didn't care. It's not like I was cocky but I could care less if my acting was good or terrible. I was only acting because my dad wanted me to. While I hadn't refused I did not like the idea of putting on a mask so that I could give people entertainment. To make it worse every penny I MADE went straight to that greedy man I called dad.
He was a tall handsome man with short brown hair. He was nice and friendly, always having a kind word to say to everyone. Or so he made them believe. He was cruel, deceiving, and foul. People were tools, objects, and nothing more. You used them and threw them away when they broke or were useless. As of now I was a profitable tool that did not need to be "fixed" or "replaced" yet. Of course I was adopted, as were all of his children, so that he did not feel attached to any one of us. That also meant that none of us were attached to him. He could not look at a bug without calling it useless then squishing it under his foot. Love to him was all fake he would date one woman for money, another for publicity, and another for release. Everything revolved around himself and he corrupted my view on everything. He taught me women were toys and that they were to be submissive in front of men. I slowly began telling myself I would never fall in love so that I could live freely. Or at least that's how I used to think.
There came a knock at the door. "Come in." I called out in my emotionless voice. In truth I had found someone. This person was the opposite of what I had been taught about relationships. They were kind, gentle, and warm. They looked at me as a person not an object. They were everything I wanted, and they even made my heart beat erratically. We had actually met at at previous movie shoot. I was just an unnamed extra at that point, and them one of the crew. Slowly the door creaked open revealing the figure of the person I had fallen for, though one could not tell by my expression. I remained on the couch staring upwards only casually catching glances of her. She was energetic and wild in the way she glided over to the couch. I longed to reach out and hold her, to pull her close to me, and even to kiss her.
"You were great today!" She said as she sat down next to me allowing her perfume to force its way into my nostrils. It was a familiar smell she was wearing today. A mixture of honey and lilac, along with the smell of sweat from moving the equipment around. I first met the girl a year ago when I was making my way back to my dressing room. It was hot and I was wearing a particularly heavy jacket for the shoot. I wasn't paying attention just focused on getting to my room to get comfortable. That was when I rounded the corner and walked right into the back of Alice. Alice was about fifteen, I was sixteen, and had her black hair up in a tight bun. She quickly turned around to apologize and help me up. I remember that she was wearing a purple tee that was covered in splotches of black paint along with a pair of jeans also adorned in the same black paint. Yet the things that struck me the most was her smile and smell. She gave me a large smile as she bent over to help me up giving me a sniff of her -- honey, lilac, and sweat. I couldn't help but stare after her as she made her way down the hallway. At that time I could not understand why I could not take my eyes off her.
"Hey you listening?" I nodded in reply. Shortly after that I got her hired as my personal assistant. I just knew that I wanted her around and my dad had asked me to choose an assistant and it only seemed fitting. It wasn't like her job changed much. Now instead of carrying things for everyone she carried stuff for me. I was happy with this relationship. Me watching her while she only stayed because of her contract. Everyone would apologize to her saying they were sorry she was stuck with me. She had been tempted with three times the salary she had before, almost double that of a normal assistant, and as soon as that went away she would too. Humans are simple-greedy beings only looking to themselves and not outside. Although she acted kindly she was just like them I knew but I did not believe. I wanted her to be kind, I wanted her to be gentle, and I wanted her to love me.
"You're not listening are you?" I didn't respond and just continued to stare at the ceiling trying to drown myself in thought, but I wouldn't have my way. I soon found myself on the ground and her reclining on the couch where I used to be. From my new location I could see up her skirt enough to see the white panties with a small heart on the back that she wore. I quickly returned my gaze to the ceiling and rolled onto my back. "Does anything phase you?" She called out to me in her usual happy dialect. 'Yeah you.' I wanted to say but my mouth did not open. "Hmm.." and here came her usual banter as she wildly cooked up ideas of what could phase me. "I'm an alien!" No response. "I am actually a guy!" Again no response. "I'm not wearing underwear today." "They are white with a heart on the back." I answered in a monotonous voice. Her plan had backfired instead of I reacting she did. I quickly glanced over and caught her heavily blushing.
"Cute." I thought aloud on accident. Causing her to blush harder. I quickly glanced over at the opposite wall and to my horror I could see her reflected in the mirror. I slowly stood trying to remain calm and made my way to the door but was too slow and she stood in the way still blushing.
"Hey-" She squeaked out a few decibels higher than intended. "What did you mean by that?" It was a genuine question as I never let my thoughts out and everything I said was strictly business so of course she would get curious if I said something like that. I tried to slide past her but that was not going to happen. We ended up in a staring contest neither budging. I stared into her gray eyes and used every ounce of will in my body not to reach out and kiss her. The clock struck five times indicating it was now five. The sudden noise distracted Alice for just enough time as I danced around her and slid out the door. I was free or so I thought. She had quickly grabbed my arm as I tried to slip out and pulled me back in. My foot caught on the step and I fell onto the floor. As I opened my eyes because of the scent of honey, lilac, and sweat filled my nostrils I found her above me pinning my arms to the side. I was losing control. The scent slowly numbing my ability to think. My face began to slowly turn red as my resolve was slowly being torn asunder by her. I closed my eyes and with one last deep breath I flipped our positions. Now I had her pinned below me as I slowly inched my face closer stopping a mere inch from her lips. I hovered above her just to allow her to feel the closeness and as I was about to pull away she raised her head and met my lips with hers. I lost control as I slowly let her take control. Her tongue ran along my lips and without hesitation I obeyed and opened my mouth. Somehow I found myself on my back with Alice above me continuing the kiss. Her tongue ran along my cheeks before making it's way to my tongue and teased my tongue into her mouth where she began to suck on it. This raised a moan from my occupied lips. She smiled as she continued to playfully wrestle my tongue until both of us needed air. We slowly separated and as soon as we had caught our breath she returned to her exploration of my mouth. I was to far under to fight back and as she pulled away she had a large smile of victory on her face as mine begged for her lips once more. Instead she shook her head and returned to sitting on the couch while I remained on the floor.
"So... want to go out?" She asked as she planted herself on the couch. Again I remained silent. "I'll take that as a yes." As a smile slowly spread onto my face as I nodded my head. Maybe money wasn't the only thing that could influence someone?
Victoria vowed never to fall in love but when she does will she be able to enact on her feelings? Contains kissing but no sex.
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