Monday, September 30, 2024
Sunday, September 29, 2024
Beyond the Movie Script chapter 1
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 1
As a lawyer specializing in contracting law, my days were often filled with paperwork, meetings, and a constant juggling act between important and demanding clients. This morning was no different, though the chill in the autumn air reminded me to prepare for the new season coming soon. Today I wore a sleek black pencil skirt that hugged my hips just right, paired with a white blouse tucked in neatly. I finished the look with black leather stilettos, four-inch heels that made me feel grounded, confident, and in control as I strode into my office.
It was an ordinary Tuesday when Serena Caldwell first entered my world. All over the news, there were reports of her filming a new thriller right here in our city. The media buzzed with stories about the tall and sexy young actress, daring stunts and how this movie was set to push the boundaries of suspense and danger. It piqued my interest, not just because of her fame, but because of the energy surrounding her latest project wanting to push the boundaries.
I knew all about pushing physical boundaries too far...
As I sat at my desk in the office, scrolling through my emails, I heard the familiar sound of Steve's crutches tapping against the floor. He hobbled into my office with his usual confident stride, god he was beautiful despite the obvious constraint.
His right lower leg was wrapped in a white fibre cast that went just below his knee, with bright blue signatures scribbled all over it from friends who clearly didn't know the story of how "we" broke his ankle. He kept it slightly elevated, non weight bearing for a few more weeks.
Every time I saw him like that, a mix of guilt and pure sexual arousal stirred inside me. Stop reading now if you don't like this...
After all, I was the one partly responsible for his broken ankle. It happened during one of our more heated bondage sessions. In the heat of the moment, I had pushed a little too hard, expanding the boundaries and well, here we were. But let's be honest here, it was the safety clamp's fault for not auto releasing when the pressure I applied mounted on his ankle and his tibia snapped.
Steve, ever the charmer, never let it get to him. He rested his crutches against the wall and hopped to the chair opposite my desk. His leg stretched out in front of him, part of the cast covered by the cuff of his neatly pressed pants and a small black sock covered his exposed toes...clearly a suggestion from his wife, not me.
I love to see exposed toes at the end of a leg cast.
"Serena Caldwell," he said, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "I heard she's filming that new thriller in the city. Saw a few crew trucks down by the docks yesterday."
I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Really? What's the plot? Do we know?"
"Supposedly, it's about some woman having an affair with an older judge who gets trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse when she discovers he might be a serial killer. Lots of stunts, explosions, the usual Hollywood chaos. But from what I've heard, they're trying to do things the old-school way, without too much CGI or AI. Lots of live stunts."
I couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for Serena's boldness. "Sounds risky for such a lovely and young actress."
Steve chuckled, glancing down at his cast. "Tell me about it. If she's doing half the stunts they're talking about, I sure hope that her stunt coordinator is better than my sexual mistress." He smiled, removing the sock to tease me.
I laughed lightly, feeling the familiar playfulness between us. "I will admit Steve that not everyone gets their ankle broken in quite the same way as you. It was..." I lick my lips, my turn to tease him.
He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, but we had fun, didn't we?"
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't hide my smile. Steve had a way of lightening the mood, even when the reminder of his injury made me wince, I could hear in my mind the loud cracking sound. The broken ankle might have been accidental, but it added another layer of complexity to our already complicated dynamic.
He was tall, sexy, and very much married.
Yet here he was, being my paralegal, sitting in my office, his leg propped up in that cast I'd inadvertently caused, while we navigated the blurred lines between friendship, work, and something much deeper sexually.
He reached for his crutches, standing up carefully and balancing his weight. "Anyway, I hear Serena's pretty stressed about some of the stunts they are asking her to do. Word is, she's already had a close call."
I leaned forward, mistress Steffie was intrigued. " A close call?"
"Yeah, something went wrong on set last week. A very basic stunt was too dangerous for her to do, and she almost got hurt. Rumour has it she's pushing back against the director, but the studio is pressuring her to keep going. Cutting some cost since the end of the Covid"
I pursed my lips, thinking it over. Serena was a young actress, but even the most talented had their limits. "Sounds like she might need someone in her corner."
Steve gave me a knowing smile. "That's what I was thinking. A lawyer who knows her way around dangerous deals might be exactly what she's looking for."
After Steve gave me that knowing smile, he pushed himself up from the chair, balancing carefully on his crutches. His knee bent slightly, keeping his right leg elevated to avoid putting any pressure on his broken ankle. The cast was slim, 100% non weight bearing and extended just below his knee, forcing him to bend his knee or lead the way with his broken limb as he moved.
He swung his crutches forward, smoothly transferring his weight from one to the other, his muscular arms and tall frame effortlessly compensating for the lack of mobility. His lovely cast hovered just off the floor. Even with the injury, he was confident. The sight of him, crutches tucked under his arms, his strong leg doing all the work while the other remained stiff and immobile was a sexy mix of vulnerability and strength.
As he made his way to the door, I couldn't help but notice how natural it seemed for him, as if he'd mastered the art of moving in crutches gracefully despite the cast so quickly.
"Need any help?" I asked teasingly, though I knew he had it under control.
Steve glanced over his shoulder, smirking. "I've got this, Mistress Steffie. But I'll take a rain check on that offer."
"You know not to call me Mistress at the office, you don't want me to punish you...again"
With one final, smooth stride, he reached the door, crutches positioned perfectly, his leg still bent slightly to keep that injured limb elevated. He turned back to flash me a wink.
"Let me know if you hear anything about Serena. And try not to break anything else, okay?"
I smiled as he disappeared into the hallway, his crutches tapping their way down the corridor, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
That weekend,as I stepped into my favorite little coffee shop, she immediately caught my attention and everybody else.
Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 2 to come
K
Saturday, September 28, 2024
Friday, September 27, 2024
Beyond the Movie Script prologue
Beyond the Movie Script
Prologue
Where high-profile contracts and deals are made in sleek offices and whispered secrets fill the air, I, Stephanie, find myself caught between a sensual, complicated relationship with Steve, my handsome but married assistant and the arrival of the mesmerizing actress, Serena Caldwell.
When Serena steps into my world, seeking help navigating the dangerous waters of her latest film deal, her captivating beauty and undeniable charm pull us both in. As Steve reminds me of my secret past dark actions, the tension between us and the enchanting Serena grows, setting the stage for a seductive and suspenseful journey that neither of us could have anticipated or wanted to end.
K
Thursday, September 26, 2024
Wednesday, September 25, 2024
Tuesday, September 24, 2024
Cheer, crutches and love conclusion
Cheer, crutches and love
Conclusion
With one last kiss on my forehead, he stepped back, letting me join my team again. My heart pounded in my chest, but it was different now, more determined than nervous. The gym lights felt brighter, the hum of the crowd growing louder in the background. This was it. Months of pain, recovery, and relentless training had all led to this moment.
As we stepped onto the floor, shoulder to shoulder, I felt a wave of calm wash over me. My friends, my coach, and Nick, they were all here, and I wasn't doing this alone. Today, I would prove to myself and everyone else that I was back. Stronger. Unbreakable. Ready.
The music blared, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The lights bounced off the bright uniforms of our team, glittering in sync with the beat, and the sound of the crowd, cheers, claps, and excited gasps,created a buzzing energy that filled the space. We were in the zone, completely locked into the rhythm and flow of our routine. Every move, every jump, every cheer was sharp, precise, and powerful.
Emma and the girls took their places, and within seconds, our formations were seamless. The stunts we'd practised for weeks flew higher than ever, with flawless landings that had the audience gasping. The lifts soared with grace, and the pyramids we'd built with determination stood strong, towering over the mat like a symbol of our hard work.
In the middle of it all, I moved with a renewed sense of purpose. Every jump felt lighter, every movement flowed with precision. My crutches were gone, replaced with confidence, and my ankle, wrapped securely, held firm. I focused on the moment, letting the rush of adrenaline drown out any lingering doubts about my injury.
The crowd erupted as we transitioned into the more difficult stunts. Our flyers launched into the air, twisting and turning like they weighed nothing. I could hear the gasps from the audience as they watched the flips, the throws, and the perfect landings. The roar of approval from the stands grew louder with each passing second.
Nick was out there somewhere in the crowd, and knowing he was watching made me want to give this everything I had. My teammates moved like one, every toss and catch coordinated to perfection. The energy was infectious, and I felt it surging through every muscle as we hit the next formation.
Then, the music shifted into the final section, the moment I'd been waiting for. The choreography had been designed specifically for me, a test of both my skill and my comeback. The final segment of the show was mine, and I was going to own it.
I stepped out in front of the team, taking center stage. The crowd grew even louder as they realized what was coming. This was it, the grand finale.
With a deep breath, I launched into a series of backflips, my body flipping through the air in perfect unison with the beat. My ankle, braced but strong, held steady as I landed with precision. The mat under my feet felt solid, and I pushed off for the next round flip after flip, each one faster and sharper than the last.
Then came the twirls. I spun gracefully across the mat and in the air, my arms outstretched, feeling the wind rush past me as I turned. The world blurred for a moment, but I was fully in control. My body moved with a fluidity that made me feel invincible. I twirled, one leg extended in front of me, and then pivoted to finish the move with a flawless pose.
The crowd exploded. The sound was deafening, a wall of applause and cheers rising up like a wave. My teammates were cheering too, their excitement matching mine. But I wasn't done yet.
I set my gaze on the opposite end of the mat, the farthest point from where I stood. My heart raced, but I was ready. I took off running, gaining momentum with every step. Then, in one powerful motion, I launched into a series of aerials. Flip after flip, my body soared across the mat, the final push of energy pouring from every muscle. I hit the ground hard, in my mind, never faltering, each movement seamless.
The entire arena seemed to hold its breath and rise up as one. Then, just before the music ended, I added one last flip, a bold, risky move that had taken me weeks to perfect. I flipped through the air, twisting mid-flight, and landed solidly in the center of the mat.
The rest of the crowd jumped to their feet. It felt like the world had paused for just a second, like every challenge and every struggle I'd faced to get here had been worth it. This was the end of my cheerleading career and I would be able to concentrate on becoming the best doctor I could.
I saw Nick, this moment was ours, my comeback, his support, our journey.
4 weeks later, my hospital was bustling with activities. I was in my third rotation about 4 weeks from my last cheerleading presentation. Suddenly, I heard his voice from the hallway, familiar and teasing.
"Paging Doctor Hailey, paging Doctor Hailey," Nick called out in a sing-song tone, his voice echoing down the corridor. I saw him walk towards me.He leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. I felt a rush of warmth as our tongues gently brushed against each other, a moment of intimacy.
He had to lean down because I was sitting in a wheelchair with white casts on both of my lower legs, ankles and feet. That was the reality of my new situation sinking in with each passing second since my last landing because you remember that I added one last flip...
Yes I know I flipped through the air, twisting mid-flight, and landed solidly in the center of the mat... but the hard impact also broke both of my ankles..
"Well, Doctor Hailey, you certainly know how to keep things exciting, I saw you apply the cast on this woman's leg while sitting in your own wheelchair with 2 broken ankles."
I lifted my head, looking up at him with a devilish smile, I licked my lips. "I know you would have preferred 2 sprained ankles but I always aim to impress and surprise."
He leaned in closer again, his lips meeting mine, a moment that briefly made me forget about the heavy casts around my ankles. But then he pulled back, his eyes falling down to the two white casts resting on the footrests of my wheelchair.
His expression softened, admiration flashing across his face as he took in the sight of my injured limbs.
"I still can't believe it, what a finally to a great cheerleading career" he whispered, his hand reaching out to gently touch the edge of the cast on my right ankle.
"Yeah... neither can I. One second, I was in the air, and the next... I felt it. Both ankles. I knew right away they were broken"
Nick exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "You had to do one extra last flip? The one that got everyone on their feet"
I nodded, replaying the moment in my mind. The adrenaline, the cheers of the crowd, the rush of flipping through the air, it had been perfect until the very end. I'd pushed off for that final landing, and in an instant, I felt and heard the sharp crack in both ankles as I hit the mat. The pain shot up my legs, and I not so gracefully collapsed.
I closed my eyes. "But now look at me," I whispered, gesturing to the casts on my legs.
Nick took my hand, squeezing it gently. "Now you're recovering for the very last time. And I'll be here every step of the way, just like I've always been."
I'd come back from this injury, just like I had before. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but eventually...I had a wedding to plan and I will be on my own two feet walking down the aisle... that I promise you.
The end
K
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