~A few days later~
You walked up the stairs of the theatre, your first day at work. Gretting Charlie at the door, you walked past him and took in his smell again. God he was sexy. As he motionedfor you to follow him into his office, your heart beat faster.
"I want to show you something" he said, looking down at you with the tiniest smirk.
You nodded. You'd do anything he said.
Walking into his office, he closed the door behind you. You swallowed hard. He walked behind his desk.
"Come here for me." he said as he motioned for you to look at the papers on his desk.
You slowly made your way over, waiting for his direction. You were so close to him you could feel his warmth. The urge to touch him was completely overpowering.
He stood behind you as you looked down at the papers. You couldn't make out any wordsbut you knew it was a part of the script. His presence in was incredibly distracting.
He had gotten so much closer to you. You could feel his warmth. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest and it took everything in you not to make a sound when he moved your hair away from your neck with his hand and brought his mouth closer.
He was centimeters away from your ear and you could feel his breath.
"Do you know what you do to me, sweetheart?" he asked teasingly.
You let out a sigh of pleasure as you felt his hand snake its way up your skirt from the front, running along your thigh. You shook your head, unable to speak.
He pushed against you now, his body flush against yours. The pressure making you bend over the desk. You could feel his thick cock straining through his pants.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" he said in a husky voice.
You whimpered as you felt his hand go higher, running over your already soakeed panties. He was so close to touching where you wanted. You were moaning like a fucking slut. Just a little more friction and he would make you cu-
*beep beep beep beep*
Your alarm went off in a shrill set of mechanical beeps.
Fuck.
Right when the dream was getting good.
You pulled the cover back to look at your panties. You knew they were soaked.
They were soaked from thinking about Charlie Barber.
You shouldn't be thinking about him but how could you control your dreams?
You shamefully wondered if his hands would really feel that good against you. What it would feel like if he called you sweetheart and told you he wanted you.
Lost in thought, you let your hands roam your body. As you touched your breasts you imagined how Charlie would touch them.
How small they would look in his big hands as he took a nipple in his mouth.
You let out a wanton moan, your hands traveling further south.
Slipping one hand under your panties, you couldn't tease yourself any longer. You hadn't touched yourself in weeks and the thought of Charlie Barber's hands making you feel good made your skin burn.
Moaning his name, you closed your eyes and imagined his hand on your clit instead of your own. How he would hold you against him as you rocked your hips to meet his touch. He was probably so good at pleasing women, you thought.
He was considerably older than you and definitely more experienced.
Your mind went to his size as you brought yourself closer to the edge. How big was his cock? It had to be huge. You moaned and arched your back at the thought of him stretching you.
"I want to be your good little girl, Charlie"
You moaned out loud. You were so close.
You imagined what he would taste like, how his face would look as you took him in your mouth.
That was it.
You came with a loud moans as you let your orgasm flood over you. Your mind only on Charlie.
When your breathing slowed down and your skin wasn't burning anymore, you decided to get up and shower, but not before you heard your phone ring.
Running over to it, you picked it up, not looking at caller ID and expecting it to be your mom.
"Hello?" you answered.
Your heart fluttered when you heard a familiar baritone voice say:
"Hello, Y/N."Charlie said
"Oh hi." you said as a blush crept up on to your cheeks. It had been days since you've heard his voice.
You had just cum to the thought of this man and now you were on the phone with him. You felt dirty. You kept having to remind yourself he was married.
Hearing your sweet little voice on the other end sent shivers up Charlie's spine. You sound so fucking adorable, he thought to himself.
"I just wanted to call and let you know you made it to callbacks." he said
Your eyes lit up and you had to contain a squeal of delight. But why had he called you personally? Didn't he have people to do that for him? You had given him your number thinking he would give it to an assistant or something. Stupidly, you felt sort of special.
"Oh my gosh thank you so much Mr. Barber! Thank you for considering me I'm so excited!" you said, not realizing you hadn't called him Charlie.
Sitting behind his desk in his tiny office at the theatre, his jaw tensed. This girl was going to kill him with that Mr . Barber shit.
"Charlie. Please." he said, his voice a bit strained.
"Oh yes, Charlie that's right. Sorry it's a habit, I keep forgetting" you said as you nervously bit the inside of your lip
Jesus,you were so sweet. So apologetic and the whole time not knowing that when you called him that it went straight to his dick.
"It's alright, sweet-" he caught himself. He can't call you sweetheart what the hell was he thinking?
Your breath caught a bit in your throat. Had he started to call you sweetheart?
"T-thank you again" you said nervously. "When should I be there?"
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Be here at noon tomorrow. We will give you all you need script wise."
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." you said genuinely.
"Good I'm glad" he said.
His thoughts drifting back to how you looked bent over. He wondered if you would wear another one of those skirts. God he hoped not, for the sake of his own sanity.
"I'll see you then. And Y/N?" he added.
"Yes, Charlie?" you asked, trying not to sound too effected by hearing your name come from his lips.
"This is my personal cell number. Please don't give it out to anyone. You are a very promising young actress, Y/N. I'm excited to see more of you."
If that last part wasn't the truth he didn't know what was.
He would love to see all of you.
Get it together, Barber.
"I will protect it with my life" you joked. "Thank you again."
"Bring your best, Y/LN" he said teasingly. "See you tomorrow."
You giggled to yourself and let yourself feel giddy for a second. He was so nice to you. He was probably like that with everyone, you thought.
Looking through the newspaper absentmindedly, you came across the job section. You saw in big letters:
HELP WANTED
*Cleaning position once a week
*Pay will be negotiated
*Call the number below for inquiries
Brought back to reality, you thought about the fact that you would need to get a job sometime. Although your parents were well off and provided you with a fair amount of money to move here, you needed some form of income.
Grabbing your phone and peaking back at the number in the ad, you typed it in to the dial pad and pressed call.
*ring ring ring ring ri-*
"Hello?" a feminine voice answered the phone
"Hello my name is Y/N" you said polietly "I'm calling about the job offer in the paper. You need someone in your home once a week?" you asked.
Relief clear in her voice she quickly responded
"Oh yes! Yes! Would you like the position?" she asked
Taken aback by how fast she decided you asked,
"Yes I would love it. Would you like to meet me first? I could be a complete weirdo for all you know."
Way to start a job interview. Let her know you could possibly be a creep. Great work, Y/N, you thought.
She laughed at your joke and said
"Yes of course. Would you be able to come today? Earliest connivence? My husband and son are both home. My husband usually isn't and I'd like him to meet you too." she said in a kind voice, a hint of sadness behind it.
Of course you agreed and asked for the address. Writing it down you remembered she didn't tell you her name.
"Sorry ma'am what was your name again?" you asked
"Oh, right sorry! I just got a little excited, no one answered the ad except you. My name is Nicole."
You thanked her, wrote her name down, and said you'd be there in an hour.