“Do I need to say his lines?” Ben asked, and Trish barked a laugh.
“If you want to toss in a few ad libs that fit the scene feel free, but you can’t go out of character.”
Trish started to take her clothes off. Ben’s eyebrows rose. “We don’t get to undress as the actors do?”
She snorted. “Are you kidding? This guy is probably gonna tear her clothes off! I don’t want you ruining my clothes! We start naked. Adds to the fun!”
Ben took off his clothes as she started the movie. The title sequence was rolling, and the leading actress was driving through an expensive neighborhood. Lots of shots of mansions and big lawns. Lots of close-ups of the woman driving, big sunglasses hiding her eyes. She wore an elegant white silk shirt and a black pencil skirt with high heels.
“She really does look like she’s actually driving,” Ben remarked.
Trish nodded. “Probably didn’t have the budget for anything more. Shit! Do you see those nails? How would she get anything done with nails that long!”
Ben was beginning to enjoy this. “She’s supposed to be a socialite. What manual labor would you expect her to do?”
“She couldn’t wipe her ass with nails that long!”
“Maybe she has servants to do that for her,” Ben suggested.
“HAHAHAHAHA! FUCK! That’s gross! Worst fucking job ever!” Trish howled. She looked at Ben from the corner of her eye. “You have a sick mind!”
“Hey! You were the one who brought up ass wiping!” he argued.
“Wait, wait, wait! Credits are done, and she’s home. It’s starting!”
Ben settled back against the bed’s headboard next to Trish who was watching the movie with rapt attention.
On the screen, the socialite was walking up to the front door of her mansion, flicking her mane of blond hair back over her shoulders. The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid’s outfit.
The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband.
“The cheating husband! Of course!” Trish called out. “Fucking the staff and she’s not happy about it.”
Ben assumed that as well from her expression.
“Fuck! He’s really going to town on that poor girl’s ass,” she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her.
The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid’s ass.
He sneered at his wife and called her a frigid bitch before walking away.
“Did they not hire any writers for this movie?” Ben asked.
Trish glanced at him with a grin. “People don’t watch these for the scintillating dialog. They just established that she and he aren’t getting it on, so she’s probably sexually frustrated. They’ve set the groundwork for the action to follow.”
Ben gazed at Trish in amazement. “You got all of that out of his ‘frigid bitch’ comment?”
“Read between the lines!” she snorted.
“There was only one line!” he retorted. “You’d need at least two to have a between!”
Trish giggled and put her finger on Ben’s lips to hush him. He kissed the pad, and she pulled her finger back, giving him a quick hot look.
Back in the movie, the socialite loudly fired the maid on the spot. The girl begged for her job as she was an illegal, but the socialite pointed to the door. The actress playing the maid needed some lessons on fake crying as the sounds she was making were clearly just that, fake.
“On the bright side, she no longer has to wipe the woman’s ass,” Ben suggested.
Trish exploded with laughter then slapped Ben’s arm. “EWWW! Sick fucker!” She was laughing as she said it, so Ben just grinned back at her. He liked to make her laugh.
They watched the blond climb the stairs. There was a cutaway scene showing the house at night. It was apparent that some time had passed. The next scene was the blond preparing for bed. She began to undress. Standing in her panties, she seemed to be critically examining herself in a mirror. Then her hands began to wander.
“Ah! Mandatory masturbation scene!” Trish looked to Ben whose eyes had brightened as he looked to her. “You get to watch. No touching. Make sure I follow the acts you see on the screen.”
“I have to watch the screen with you doing that?!?” Ben growled.
Trish was already sliding her hands over her tits, plucking at her nipples, following every move the actress did. She nodded to Ben as she bit her lower lip, eyes locked on the screen.
He was getting hard watching Trish touch herself so, with no immediate outlet for his lust, he turned his eyes to the screen. He could still see Trish in the corner of his eye, mirroring the acts seen on the screen. This game was a strange kind of torture.
Hands slid down tight stomach muscles and found their way between thighs to tease the silky smooth skin there.
Trish was breathing hard as she slipped fingers inside as the actress pushed hers deep. The duo kept pace, and soon Trish was slamming two fingers into herself.
“Oh fuck! I’m getting close!” she moaned. Ben’s cock felt hard as iron.
The socialite’s husband arrived suddenly and barked at his wife to do that elsewhere before he climbed into bed and shut off his light. She immediately stopped and threw herself down on the bed, pulling the sheets over herself in anger.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” Trish growled loudly as she pulled her fingers from her wet pussy.
Ben looked at her in surprise. “Why did you stop?”
“That’s how the game’s played. I have to stop if she does.” She looked at Ben. “You’ll have to stop if the actor you’re mirroring does.”
“Ah, good to know.” He thought about that.
“At least I understand her sexual frustration. I’m so friggin’ close!” she moaned.
Ben took her wrist and pulled her hand close, sliding her wet fingers into his mouth. Trish stared at him and moaned softly as he sucked them clean for her.
“Damn, you’re such a sexy man!” she purred softly, then tore her eyes away to look back to the screen. She pulled her fingers away from him and pointed to the TV. He smiled at her dogged determination to see this game through to the end. Truthfully, he was feeling the need for some relief himself, and all he’d done was watch! He was hoping his character showed up soon.
The next scene was playing, and the blond was in the driveway watching in shock as her husband drove off in her car. She went into the garage and got into his car and drove off down the street in the opposite direction. There were some scenes of her driving on a freeway followed by a closeup of the vehicle’s front as the engine began to steam as it overheated. She had no other choice but to pull off the highway into an industrial area. There was a grimy looking automotive repair shop, and she pulled up to one of the bays. She got out and gestured frustratingly towards the car.
“That’s ditzy woman sign language for I don’t understand cars!” Trish riffed, and Ben chuckled.
The woman walked into the door of the shop.
This was the first scene with the main male character and Ben looked at him critically. He was physically big, perhaps just a bit smaller than himself. Muscular and tough looking with smears of oil on his face, arms, and hands. Either he had a few days growth of facial hair, or it was make-up to make him look rugged and dangerous.
He looked at the blond then wet his lips and adjusted himself through his dirty coverall. When he opened his mouth to snarl at her, his accent was so painfully exaggerated, it dispelled most of the tough guy image. “Why the accent? Completely wrong!” Ben grumbled.
“He’s acting!” Trish said with grand theatrical hand gestures. “Get ready!”
He glanced at her in question then nodded. “Oh, right!”
The socialite was grimacing as she looked at the mechanic, and she was saying some pretty rude things to him. He ignored her barbs as he blatantly eyed her body then they went outside to take a look at the car.
Without even opening the hood he told her it was the rad and she’d need a new one. She demanded he do it immediately and he drove the car into the bay.
The next scene was inside the bay. The mechanic met the woman next to the car. He told her the part wouldn’t be in until tomorrow and she got angry and slapped his face. Trish glanced at Ben as he looked back at her and without speaking, they agreed that wasn’t included in their play.
The mechanic was mad and grabbed the socialite’s hair and forced her back over the hood of the car.
Ben once more glanced at Trish, and she nodded. So hair pulling was in. He tossed a pillow from behind himself to the foot of the bed and grabbed Trish to spin and throw her down the bed. He grabbed what he could of Trish’s short red hair and forced her onto her back over a pillow. With her head tilted back she could still see the TV, just upside down.
The mechanic ripped the woman’s shirt open, pushing her bra down to expose her big fat tits.
“See! Ripped her clothes- off!” Trish gasped, already excited from Ben’s manhandling of her body. When he roughly grabbed and squeezed her right tit, tugging and twisting the nipple, her breath gusted from her lungs. His teeth tugged at her left nipple, and she cried out from the sharp pain/pleasure shooting through her.
When Ben didn’t immediately release her nipple as he usually would, another kind of thrill shot through her. He was following her rules, staying in character for her. Fuck, she was in for some hot rough sex!