Falling in Love...Again chapter 4

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 4
2024

I leaned in, capturing her mouth with mine, feeling her melt into me. Her arms tightened around my neck as our kiss deepened, becoming a passionate, urgent exchange that left us both breathless.

"Can you lock the door?" Was her only request.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I lifted her on the bathroom vanity like a did years ago.

Her dress was hiked up, revealing her sexy long legs. I trailed my hand along, feeling her hard cast beneath my touch. "I'm so sorry you broke your leg" She shivered, her eyes locked onto mine.

I unbuttoned her dress, revealing the lacy black bra that partly covered her breasts. I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I made my way down to her collarbone. She arched her back, her broken limb against my leg, her breath coming in short gasps.

I unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. They were full and firm, her nipples already hard and so erected pleading for my attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was writhing beneath me.

"You taste so good," I murmured, moving to the other breast.

She moaned, her hands threading through my hair.

I kissed my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her. I reached the hem of her dress, pulling it up further to reveal her black tights. I ran my fingers along the cast again, then up, feeling the heat of her through the fabric.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down to reveal more. She was already so wet, her lips glistening with desire. I ran my finger along her vagina, feeling her shudder beneath me.

"You're so wet, you want this, don't you?"

"I need this," she gasped. "Oh, God, yes."

She undid my pants, freeing my penis. It was hard and throbbing in her hand, ready for her. I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

She moaned, her nails digging into my back.

I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. She met my rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I could feel her tightening around me, her moans growing louder. My thrusts become more forceful. She cried out, her body trembling with each stroke. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around my penis.

"Don't stop."

I didn't. I kept up the pace, my own pleasure building with hers. I could feel the tension in my body, the need for release growing with each thrust. With a cry, her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me as she came. The sensation sent me over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me. I thrust into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.

Seconds later I remembered one evening many years ago...

We walked into the pub, I followed her on her crutches, her left leg was in a long and heavy red cast, the foot portion of the cast was covered in a red wool sock. We settled into a secluded booth, the perfect spot for catching up without distractions. Avery's crutches were neatly placed beside her, and she seemed comfortable with her broken leg on my lap, her presence both familiar and intriguingly new to me.

Intriguing because we were both 18 but I had never been with a girl in a cast.

"So, what's next after graduation?" I began, eager to dive into anything to distract from my raging erection under her cast.

She smiled, "I can't decide between college and art school."

I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's hard to choose, what if you can't decide what will you do?"

Avery leaned back, her eyes distant for a moment rubbing her crutches before she focused on me again. "Maybe take a gap year. Travel a bit, try different jobs, and eventually find my way back to art or teaching."

"You know, I never thought I'd find myself here, with you, like this." She gestured to her cast.

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what? With your leg in a cast or with me?"

She laughed, a soft sound that warmed my insides. "Both, I guess. I've never really been the damsel in distress type so breaking my leg in 3 places, cast and crutches were not in my life plan."

I grinned, "Well, maybe it's time you embraced it. Besides, I kind of like the challenge." I leaned in, our faces inches apart. "After watching you on that stage Avery...I'm sure you don;t need anybody taking care of you."

Her breath hitched, her eyes closed briefly like she had a secret to tell me. "Take care of me, huh? That sounds... intriguing. Ever had a girlfriend in a cast of any kind?"

I reached out, gently tucking a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. "No but you could be the first."

She nodded, a small smile playing on her sensual lips. "Sounds like a plan." She moved her cast slightly, rubbing against my hard penis.

We ordered beers, the atmosphere between us charged with a sexual electric tension like I had never felt before. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, the way her lips curved when she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her poor broken leg, cast and crutches.

I was in serious trouble when she moved closer, my hand was on her broken leg. "I want to make you feel better. I want to take care of you in every way possible."

She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. I responded instantly, my lips parting to allow her tongue entry. The kiss was slow and sensual, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths.

As we pulled away, Avery's eyes were glazed with lust and sensual desire.

"Miles...I need to tell you something" she whispered, her voice laced with need.And...I was back in the car in 2024. Despite the ease of our conversation, one thing kept nagging at me, Avery's broken leg. It wasn't just the visible evidence of her injury; it was the way she seamlessly integrated it into her life, using her crutches with such nonchalance. My curiosity was piqued, but I decided to tread carefully.

"So, how did you break your leg? It is your leg and not your ankle right?" I asked casually, trying to keep the conversation light.

She glanced down at her cast, a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"Oh, you know, typical Avery but I think I already told you right?"

I nodded, though the simplicity of her answer didn't quite satisfy my curiosity. There was something more beneath the surface, something she wasn't fully disclosing. I wanted to press further, to understand the full story behind her injury, but the moment felt too intimate, too vulnerable.

Instead, I shifted the topic back to safer ground. "Have you ever considered getting back on stage?"

Avery smiled, her confidence undiminished. "Wouldn't that be absolutely wild? To be back on stage with crutches and a cast on my leg like the first time we met."

The night wasn't ready to let go of me yet, and neither was she, it seemed. As Avery turned to say goodbye, her crutches tucked neatly under her arms, I leaned in, unable to resist. Gently, I placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting my lips linger just enough to make the moment last. Her eyes sparkled, and she tilted her head toward me, her voice low and warm.

"Thank you, for an incredible night."

Then, with a graceful shift, she adjusted her crutches and began to make her way up the short pathway to her front door. I stood there, completely transfixed.

The click of her stiletto boot against the stone path was sharp but steady, contrasting beautifully with the rhythmic tap of her crutches. The cast, sleek and smooth, peeked out from beneath the hem of her dress. She moved with such practised ease that it seemed almost choreographed, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each measured step. The sway of her dress and the curve of her silhouette caught the porch light in a way that made my breath hitch.

As she reached the door, she turned back for a final glance. "Goodnight, Miles," she called softly, her voice carrying a warmth that settled into my chest.

"Goodnight, Avery,"

I watched as she opened the door, her movements fluid despite her crutches. She stepped inside, her figure framed in the soft glow of her hallway light, and then the door closed with a gentle click. I stood there for a moment longer, I couldn't stop picturing her, the vibrant and sexy woman who had walked back into my life on crutches and stilettos, leaving me with more questions and an undeniable craving for whatever came next.

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Falling in Love...Again chapter 3

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 3
2024

Driving Avery home that night left me with a whirlwind of emotions. As I navigated the quiet streets, the city lights blurred past, but my mind was fixated on her. There was an undeniable pull, a sense that meeting her again wasn't just a random chance, it felt like unfinished business.

I couldn't shake the nagging thought that Avery might be "the one" who got away, the one who slipped through my fingers all those years ago.

Back in high school, we were inseparable in our own chaotic way. We shared dreams, late-night conversations, and the kind of connection that felt both intense and fleeting. Seeing her now, so vibrant and unapologetically herself, reignited memories I thought I'd neatly tucked away.

Maybe it was the way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, or the effortless way she commanded attention despite her broken leg. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to explore this feeling before it slipped away again. A week later, I found myself suggesting another meeting. "How about dinner tonight? There's a new restaurant downtown that just opened, and I heard good things about it."

Avery agreed with a smile that sent a thrill through me, and by the time I arrived to pick her up, I could feel the anticipation building. When she stepped out with her left knee bent, I was stunned, she looked beyond incredible. She wore a sleek, fitted black dress that hugged just right, with a hem that hit just above her knees. Her left leg was still in the black cast that extended below her knee and over her cast and right leg, she wore a pair of black tights that smoothed over her broken leg, blending it seamlessly into the rest of her outfit.

On her right foot and leg, she wore a LOUBOUTIN Kate Calfskin Red Sole Stiletto Knee Boot that matched the elegance of her look, giving her a confident, balanced stance. She had draped a black leather jacket over her shoulders, adding just the right touch of edginess to the whole look.

Her hair was styled in loose waves, with a few strands dyed a deep shade of pink that caught the light just so, giving her an unmistakable touch of rebellion. As I looked closer, I realized it was no accident, she'd dyed it to remind me of our high school days, that same daring streak she used to wear back then. It was subtle, but knowing she'd done it made me feel like she'd carried a part of our past with her, just as I had.

She leaned easily on her crutches, as if they were an extension of her, exuding an effortless confidence that made the cast seem like a deliberate, stylish accessory. The moment I saw her, a wave of admiration hit me again. Avery had a way of turning anything, even a cast, into something captivating and sexy.

"You look amazing"

I leaned in, giving her a quick, warm kiss on the cheek. She smiled, holding my gaze a little longer than expected, so I went in to greet her on the other cheek. But just as I leaned close, she tilted her face, catching me completely off guard. Her lips brushed mine in a soft, unexpected kiss. For a split second, everything around us faded. Her lips lingered on mine just long enough to send my heart racing, then she pulled back, a playful spark in her green eyes.

"Still full of surprises, aren't you?" I murmured, half in shock, half in awe.

She shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you might remember I've always been that way. Let's not keep the restaurant waiting. Besides, I'm starving."

We made our way to the car, and as I helped her into the passenger seat, I admired her grace. Despite the cast, she moved with an elegance that was almost effortless. As we drove to the restaurant, conversation flowed easily between us, filled with laughter and shared memories.

Dinner was everything I'd hoped for and more. The food was exquisite, sure, but it was Avery's presence that truly made the evening unforgettable. She had this way about her, a blend of confidence and grace, that kept me hanging on every word. As we talked and laughed.

...Then she leaned in closer, and in one smooth, elegant motion...
...The kind of move only a woman like Avery could pull off...
...She lifted her hard cast and rested it gently on my thigh...

I think I stopped breathing when the soft fabric of her tights over her cast brushed against my leg, and I felt an unexpected warmth spread through me with her exposed toes inches from my erected penis . She settled in, her eyes sparkling with that playful sexual intensity that seemed to dance in the candlelight, daring me to keep up with her quick wit and stories. I was completely captivated, barely aware of anything or anybody else around us.

As the evening wore on, I found myself losing control towards her. The way her pink-streaked hair caught the light, the confident tilt of her head, the softness of her full lips, everything about her was captivating. By the time we finished dessert, I was barely able to contain my desire for her.

I watched her, her eyes meeting mine over the rim of her wine glass. The air between us was charged with electricity. I set my glass down and leaned in closer to her cast and her toes were now rubbing my penis, my hand reaching up to tuck a strand of pink hair behind her ear.

Her breath hitched, and she leaned into my touch. "I've been waiting for you to do that all night," she murmured.

I smiled, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Have you? What else have you been waiting for me to do?"

"I wanted you to kiss me... to touch me. I wanted..." she said.

I cut off her words with a kiss, my mouth capturing hers in a fiery passion. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a desperate dance until she said.

"Follow me,"

Avery gave me a knowing smile and reached for her crutches, slipping her hands into place with a practised ease. She adjusted herself and then began to make her way toward the ladies' room, her hips swaying gently with each step, balanced perfectly as she moved with that unique rhythm crutches bring.

I couldn't help but follow her, captivated by the view. The delicate curve of her waist, the way her dress hugged her figure, and the soft sway of her hips as she balanced on one foot was mesmerising. Each step she took was confident and steady, her knee bent, her clean cast carefully inches from the floor while the stiletto heel of her boot clicked lightly. She looked over her shoulder at me, a sly smile tugging at her lips, and I quickened my pace, feeling that undeniable pull.

As she reached the door she paused, her eyes meeting mine in a silent invitation.

Once inside, Avery paused, smiling and licking her lips teasing me like I'd come to know so well years ago. Without a word, I stepped closer, gently taking her crutches from her hands and setting them aside. She leaned back slightly, steadying herself against the wall, her cast off the floor with no weight on it. Her hands drifted up to my shoulders, and I felt her pull me closer, her touch warm and inviting.

I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her as she relaxed into my hold. There was a vulnerability in the way she looked up at me, mixed with the same fire I'd seen in her eyes all evening. She bit her lip, her gaze flicking between my eyes and my lips, silently daring me to close the space between us again.

And this time, I didn't hesitate.

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Falling in Love....Again chapter 2

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 2
December 1999.

The night was cold, but inside the grungy little venue, the place was alive, buzzing with warmth and energy. I'd gone with a couple of friends, not expecting much, just another Friday night out drinking beer, another band filling the background with noise. This band was different, an all girls punk band.

But when she took the stage, everything shifted. They told me the name of the tall lead singer dress all black was Avery. She had this magnetic presence, dressed in torn fishnets, a faded Supertramp, Crime of the Century tee-shirt hanging off one shoulder, and a mess of hair streaked with a flash of pink and purple.

But it was her left leg that really stood out. It was trapped or I should say protected in a full leg cast, a striking, fire-engine red from her thigh down to her foot, propped up on one of the band speakers while she leaned forward to the mic. Most people would have looked uncomfortable, out of place. But not her. She sat there like she owned the stage, her eyes sharp, her voice edgy and raw, pouring every bit of herself into each song.

I could barely take my eyes off her. Her long legs, her deep green eyes, her sweet lips and breasts. The cast only seemed to amplify her defiance, like a dare to the world: Yeah, I'm here, injured with possibly multiple broken bones, and I'm still going to make this show unforgettable.

And she did. Every word, every line was filled with this raw, unrestrained energy that electrified the entire room. Halfway through the song, she gripped the microphone stand with one hand and, without warning, rose onto her one good leg. She balanced there, holding herself steady with the mic stand, lifting her long cast slightly in front of her, revealing she couldn't put even the slightest weight on her broken leg. It was clearly a really bad break.

But that didn't slow her down. She was fearless, hopping to the beat, her cast swinging as she sang, throwing herself into every verse with that bold, punk-rock edge. It was as if the bright red cast wasn't a limitation but part of her performance, part of her defiance. She moved with the mic stand in sync, keeping herself upright and steady while throwing herself into every lyric, every line, as if to prove that nothing, not even a freshly broken leg, could hold her back.

The small crowd roared very loud, feeding off her energy, but I was transfixed. It was her mix of vulnerability, sensual beauty and power, balancing on one leg, cast and her crutches on the stage floor, barely slowing her down, that made her unstoppable. In that moment, she was unforgettable, unlike anyone or anything I'd ever seen.

"What's her name again...I yelled to my friend.

The show ended too soon, leaving me with a head full of her voice and that unforgettable image of her on stage. My friends were ready to leave, but I wasn't about to go anywhere. Heart pounding, I made my way through the growing crowd, feeling half foolish, half desperate, not even sure what I'd say if I reached her.

She was at the bar, resting her heavy cast on a bar stool, sipping something dark and strong with a smirk on her face like she knew everyone in the room was sneaking glances her way and she didn't mind at all.

Up close, she was even more striking. The bright red cast seemed almost surreal, clashing against the dim lights, impossible to ignore.

Before I could overthink it, I cleared my throat and took a step closer.

"Hey," I managed, trying to sound casual. "That was... incredible. I don't think I've ever heard anyone like you."

Avery turned, giving me a quick once-over with a raised eyebrow. I half-expected her to dismiss me with a wave since she was in an all girls band so possibly a lesbian... but instead, she smiled, almost shy, a spark of intrigue lighting her eyes.

"Thanks. Not bad for a girl with not one but two spiral fractures in her leg?"

I laughed, feeling the ice break a little. "I'd say the cast just adds to the whole look. Makes you look... unstoppable Miss."

She chuckled, sliding her long black nails up along her cast so damn slowly. I wondered how high she would go up her leg ...between her leg and the red cast...Against her panties?... I was...

"Well, I might be slowed down and on one leg and crutches, but unstoppable? I'll take that thank you."

She lifted her glass in a mock toast. "Don't let broken bones ruin the fun."

I clicked my own drink against hers, feeling a rush of confidence, and we kept talking, laughing. That night, in that dim, smoky bar, Avery had me completely under her spell, and I knew that something unforgettable had just begun.

After a while, she shifted on the bar stool, casting a quick look at her crutches leaning against the counter. Without missing a beat, I stood up, extending a hand to help her down. She took it, her fingers soft but strong in mine, and with my other hand, I grabbed her crutches.

She let her weight settle onto me as she carefully eased off the stool, her broken leg hovering just above the floor, and I couldn't help but notice how gracefully she managed it all.

We made our way through the crowd until we found a quieter corner with a small table. Once she settled, crutches set beside her, Avery leaned back, tucking a loose strand of pink-highlighted hair behind her ear. Her green eyes had that mischievous gleam, even as she shifted her cast to a comfortable spot.

"So," I started, still trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing. "What's next for you after this? College? Big plans?...Let me guess you want to be an Orthopaedic doctor?"

She smiled, took a sip from her glass, considering the question. "You know me so well after 18 minutes...No, art school," she said, her voice softening a little. "Maybe somewhere far from here, someplace that actually feels like it's going somewhere. But then... who knows?" She shrugged, glancing down at her cast, tapping her fingers against the surface..

"This little incident may have thrown a wrench in things, but hey... it's just a broken leg."

"Just a broken leg, huh?" I grinned, shaking my head. "You make it seem like no big deal on that stage."

She laughed, a sound that cut right through the noise around us.

"What can I say? You just can't let anything ruin your fun. Besides, maybe it'll make for a good story one day."

She asked me about my plans, and I found myself talking more than I usually would, telling her about the colleges I'd been looking at, how I wanted to study engineering and maybe get out of this small town. But all the while, I couldn't help but get caught up in her, in her world, her wild ideas, her dreams of running off to art school, of creating something unforgettable.

It was like she was painting a picture of a life I hadn't considered, one that was messy and uncertain but also alive in a way that felt magnetic. Somewhere between her laughter and her perfect smile, she glanced at me, her eyes bright, her expression more serious.

"You know, Miles... sometimes I think about just leaving all of this behind. Hopping on a train or something and just... keep going."

"And where would you go?" I asked, leaning in, genuinely curious.

"Anywhere," she said, a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "Anywhere that isn't here." She grabbed my hand and traced my fingers along the edge of her cast, lost in thought, so sensual.

"Sometimes I think that's what I really want. Not a plan, just... freedom. Something that feels real."

I felt a pang in my chest, realizing then that this girl, with her cast, her crutches, and her fierce spirit, wasn't just talking about getting away. She was talking about breaking free in a way I'd never considered. It made me see her in a new light, not just as the girl I'd met tonight for the first time, but as someone who, in some strange way, understood things I hadn't even thought to question.

For the rest of the night, we kept talking, diving deep into our dreams, fears, and those wild, impossible ideas that only seemed to surface in moments like this. And by the end, as the bar began to empty and the night grew quiet, I knew one thing for sure: this was no ordinary night, and Avery was no ordinary girl.

After dropping Avery off at her home that night, I drove home with a mind spinning, replaying every laugh, every side-glance, every small detail of her. I could still see her cast in that striking red, her leg propped up with casual confidence inches from my own leg, as though it was just another statement of her rebellious streak. There was something about her moving gracefully on her crutches, something I couldn't shake.

While masturbating, my mind circled back to her face, the way she'd toss her hair back when she laughed. And that hard and long cast, it wasn't just an injury to her, it was almost like an accessory, part of her fearless personality, a statement. Cumming snapped me out of thoughts of her. It didn't even make sense to think about her so much; we'd only spent a few hours talking, but she'd left this wild, untamed impression that clung to me.

It was thrilling, scary and a little intimidating all at once.

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 3 to come
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Falling in Love...Again chapter 1

 Falling in Love...Again

Chapter 1
2024

The story you are about to read is my story. I'm Miles, forty-four, a bit grayer than I'd like to admit, and currently trying to convince myself that a drive through my old hometown doesn't make me some sort of sentimental fool. I don't come back often, it's not that I've left my roots behind, but more like I'd settled into a rhythm away from here. Still, today, something drew me back to these familiar streets.

I hadn't planned to swing by the old high school, but something about taking the familiar route pulled me in. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe just a tug of nostalgia I couldn't shake. I passed the buildings and just as I was about to turn left, I noticed someone standing near the school's front steps on the sidewalk, she caught my eye and jolted me to a stop.

Could that really be Avery?

The woman was leaning on a pair of crutches, her left leg wrapped in a black cast that stopped about 2 inches below her knee. For a second, I just stared, piecing together the wild Avery I remembered from years ago with the lovely woman in front of me. She'd always had that fierce, untamed energy.

Seeing her after all this time was like stepping into a time warp. Avery had been my first and possibly only real love. She was the heartbeat of a small, scrappy all girls punk band back in the day. She was fierce, unapologetic, and could command a room from behind her microphone like no one else. She had spent countless nights practising in garages and playing in dingy bars, with her voice ringing out over guitars and drums.

And now, there she was again, tall, older and in full view. I pulled over, feeling the rush of old memories filling the car as I watched her walk casually and in control of her crutches. She swung the cast between them and then stopped, adjusting the strap of that battered leather bag she always carried like a backpack.. The same old bag.

OMG she hadn't changed and yet looked so different, so mature and attractive.

"Avery!" I called out, after rolling down my window, feeling my own grin spreading wider as she turned, catching my eye, her knee was bent and her broken limb inches from the sidewalk.

She paused for a second, squinting my way as if to make sure it was really me, and then her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile that told me she remembered, too. With a playful glint in her eye, she swung her hip slightly, the motion shifting her weight onto her good leg as she lifted a crutch to give me a lighthearted salute. The shift in her stance made her hips sway with an easy confidence, crutches and all, like she knew exactly how to keep my attention, how attractive she still was..

"Oh My God, is that really you Miles?" she said, her voice carrying the same tone I remembered so well.

Without thinking, I got out, crossing over to her. Even with her leg in a cast, she looked like herself: unbreakable, with that same boldness in her deep green eyes. As we started talking, the years that had stacked up between us seemed to melt away. She still had the same long black wavy hair, that spark, that defiant energy, even if the setting had changed.

"So," I said, glancing down at her cast, "what's the story here? Thought you retired from your daredevil phase."

Avery laughed, rolling her eyes. "Old habits die hard," she shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Fell off my horse when she was spooked, if you can believe it. Not very punk rock of me."

As we talked, it felt like we were back in high school, just two restless horny souls with nowhere to be and too much to say. It amazed me how some things never changed, especially Avery, tall, sexy, beautiful and standing there with that unyielding grin, black cast, crutches and all.

I watched her for a moment, debating whether or not to ask. But some things are too simple to overthink.

"Hey, what do you say to grabbing a coffee? There was a café around the corner that was very decent back then."

Avery tilted her head, her cast propped gently on top of her good foot. My gaze dropped, and I couldn't stop looking at the cozy sock covering the foot portion of her cast, a simple touch, but one that somehow made her look even more charming. The way the sock snugly hid her toes made me smile; I'd always had a weakness for that subtle hint of mystery, those perfectly hidden toes just out of sight. She caught me looking and raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"What?" she teased, giving her cast and toes a little wiggle. "Didn't think I'd leave my toes out in the open, did you?"

I laughed, shrugging as I met her gaze. "What can I say? You've always had a way of keeping things interesting."

"Why not? Let's get a coffee" she replied, flashing that same perfect smile and those sensual full lips I remembered kissing all those years ago.

I walked over to her, glancing down at her crutches. "Here, let me help." Without waiting for her to protest, I took the crutches carefully from her hands and leaned them against the side of my car. Avery's brow lifted slightly, but she didn't say a word, just gave a small, knowing smile as I opened the passenger door.

She leaned her hand on my shoulder as she slid into the seat, moving so smoothly that it was like she'd done this a hundred's of times before. I admired the ease with which she navigated this broken leg, cast, crutches, and all. Once she was settled, I handed her the crutches, then closed the door and got into the driver's seat.

At the café, we found a quiet corner by the window, a warm glow from the afternoon sun filling the small space. She propped her crutches against the wall, and as we sat down, I noticed how naturally she'd adjusted to having her leg in a cast again, as if it were just another part of her... like an accessory.

Over coffee, we slipped into conversation effortlessly, picking up threads of the past and weaving in new stories from our separate lives. She told me about her job in the school as a theatre teacher and how she'd recently started painting again, a part of her I never knew about. She laughed about some of her old, reckless antics with the girls of the band, making me realize just how much I'd missed that infectious energy of hers.

It didn't take long to admit to myself that I'd never truly let her go. Sure, years had passed and life had gone in different directions, but something about Avery had always lingered in my mind, stubbornly unforgettable. Sitting here now, listening to her voice and watching the subtle gestures she made as she talked, felt like picking up a book I'd loved and rereading the best parts.

My eyes drifted to her cast and those perfectly protected little toes as she spoke. The black cast looked recent and wrapped securely around her injured leg, contrasting with her faded jeans and worn leather jacket. Earlier I found myself studying the way she leaned comfortably on her crutches or kept her cast off the floor without a second thought, her movements unbothered and unhurried.

She was in total control...Again...

She almost seemed happy with the whole thing, I know that sounds crazy to most but it was like it was just another quirk of hers, another part of the way she moved through life, breaking her leg every so many years.

It was... unusual, I'll admit. But also oddly alluring.

I'd seen people struggle with things like crutches or casts before, but Avery handled it all with such a nonchalance that it only added to her charm. She'd always had this fearless way about her, but this was something different. It was like she'd found a new way to be herself, and I couldn't help but be drawn to it.

Maybe in a previous life she was ...never-mind...

"You seem pretty comfortable with that cast," I said, nodding at her leg. "Doesn't slow you down at all, huh?"

She smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. "Not really," she replied, shrugging. "Guess I just rolled with the breaks all my life. Life's too short to let a few broken bones get in the way."

And as I watched her talk, my curiosity only deepened, my mind swirling with all the things I'd forgotten about her, about us, and the new things I was only just beginning to learn about her.

God I wanted to kiss those lips...

Falling in Love...Again
Chapter 2 to come
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Falling in love...Again teaser

 Falling in Love...Again

Teaser

I'm Miles Carrington and I never expected a blast from the past to stop me in my tracks. Heading back to my hometown, I'm cruising past the old high school when I see her. Can it be Avery Shields, tall, striking, and always so sexy.

Could it really be her? She looks almost the same as she did when we met all those years ago, right around Y2K. Back then, she was the rebellious lead singer of an all girls punk band. Now, she's a high school theatre teacher, still mysterious, sexy, and unforgettable. I thought I'd moved on, but Avery is more captivating than ever.

Little do I know, that this homecoming would reveal secrets that could change everything, change my life forever.

Miles

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 Beyond the Movie Script

Conclusion

The courtroom buzzed with tension as I rose from my seat, feeling the eyes of the room settle on me. Serena handed me my crutches, her hand lingering over my fingers as she ensured I was steady, giving me a reassuring smile. I took a breath, focusing on the click of the rubber tips of my crutches as they met the polished floor, each step measured and deliberate for my closing arguments.

I had chosen a tailored, dark charcoal pencil skirt, which hugged my hips and tapered just above the knee of my uninjured leg. The contrast of the sleek fabric against my gleaming white cast was striking, giving my presence a formal yet memorable intensity.

My blouse, a soft ivory silk with subtle pearl buttons, was tucked neatly into the high waist of the skirt, the gentle drape over my figure giving a polished elegance without being overpowering. The blouse's cuffs brushed delicately over my wrists, rolled just slightly to reveal the shimmer of a delicate bracelet Serena had gifted me.

Balancing on my good leg, I moved forward, taking each step with careful intention, my sexy cast hanging still, allowing the rigid length of my broken leg to show. Beneath the uninjured leg, a low Italian heel clicked in rhythm with the crutches, lending me a sense of poise that complemented the professionalism of my outfit.

With each phrase, I felt the weight shift, the courtroom observing my determined yet restrained approach. My shoulders held high, I focused ahead, hoping the jury saw not only the physical struggle but also the commitment behind each word.

We were called back 2 hours later, as we made our way to our table, the courtroom held its breath, everyone's attention fully locked onto us. Serena walked beside me, moving with her own graceful resolve on her crutches, while I matched her rhythm with my own. Her face was calm but her eyes held a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, mirroring the emotions bubbling inside me.

Serena had chosen a soft navy-blue dress, just above knee-length, its fitted shape complementing her figure. Her crutches gleamed in the light, supporting her with each step as she moved forward with poise, her broken leg slightly elevated.

I walked alongside her, my cast stretching down the length of my right leg. My skirt fell neatly over my good leg, and with each step, the hemline brushed against the top of my cast.

Finally, we reached the table, settling ourselves into our seats. Serena exhaled softly, her fingers resting over mine for a brief, grounding moment. There was something unspoken in her touch—a connection that had grown stronger with every phase of this trial.

The judge called for silence, and then the air stilled as he looked over the jury.

"On the sole count of criminal negligence..." the voice echoed through the room, the words slowly unfolding in the charged atmosphere.

"...we find in favour of the plaintiff."

Serena's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes wet. For a moment, she sat frozen, absorbing the weight of the words. The verdict had brought her the justice she had fought for and the closure she needed.

Our gazes met, and in that quiet, shared moment, I knew she saw the same gratitude and pride reflecting back at her. Today, we'd won together, and no cast or crutches could hold back the wave of victory that filled the room around us.

The air was thick with the weight of what was about to unfold, and I could feel Serena's excitement and anxiety pulsing beside me. We had already secured a monumental victory, but now we stood on the precipice of potentially even greater justice.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," the judge began, "you are now tasked with determining the amount of punitive damages to be awarded to Ms. Serena Matthews. This is intended to punish the defendants for their reckless behaviour and to deter such actions in the future."

The foreman stood, clearing his throat, and I held my breath, my heart racing as I exchanged a glance with Serena. Her eyes were wide with hope and trepidation.

"We, the jury, find that the defendants acted with wilful disregard for the safety of Ms. Matthews," he announced, his voice steady but filled with gravity. "We have decided to award Ms. Matthews the amount of One hundred and twenty million dollars in punitive damages."

A wave of emotion washed over the courtroom. Serena gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth as disbelief and joy intertwined on her face. The jurors exchanged glances, some nodding in agreement, as the weight of their decision settled in the room.

That sum not only represented financial compensation but also served as a powerful statement about the consequences of negligence. It felt as if the very foundations of the industry had shifted, and in that moment, the sense of vindication was palpable.

I turned to Serena, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy, and I couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what we had achieved together. This victory was not just hers; it was a testament to our resilience, a celebration of her strength and determination.

As the courtroom erupted into soft applause, I took her hand, squeezing it tightly. "We did it, Serena," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You fought for this, and now it's yours."

She nodded, her expression a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. "I never thought...," she began, her voice trailing off as the realization of her triumph washed over her.

Together, we stood in that moment, a team forged through fire, ready to face whatever came next with the same unwavering spirit that had brought us here and I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter for both of us.

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Beyond the Movie Script chapter 9

 Beyond the Movie Script

Chapter 9

"I need you too," he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat. "But first, let's make sure you're ready."

I felt my breath catch as he knelt down in front of me with my cast on his shoulder. His hands removed my dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing my cast, my leg, my vagina...no panties. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized just how wet I was, just how ready I was for him.

"Mmm," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. "You look so beautiful."

I felt my heart race as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking my clitoris, making me gasp with pleasure. I felt my hips buck as he continued to lick me, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Oh, god," I whispered, my hands moving to his hair, holding him in place. "That feels so good."

He smiled against my pussy, his tongue moving faster, harder, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark command. "Come all over my tongue and lips Mistress Steffie."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to lick me, his tongue moving in and out, drawing out my orgasm, making it last as long as possible.

"That was...incredible." I murmured, my body still shaking as I came down from my high.

He smiled, "And we're just getting started," he said.

I felt my heart race as he forced me to stand up on my one leg and 5 inch heel, so unstable and dangerous. His hands moved to my waist, offering me help to balance gently, he was protecting my ankle from rolling and possibly breaking my ankle, tibia and fibula, falling from 5 inch heels. He kissed me, his tongue moving against mine, his hands rubbing my body.

"I want you to...let me go," I whispered. "I need you inside me when it rolls..."

He smiled, his eyes filled with something new. "I want you too," he said, "But first, let's make sure you're ready for all the possibilities..."

I felt my breath catch as he moved down my body, his hands moving to my thighs, spreading them apart. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me.

"Oh... please...Mmm," I murmured, his hand moving deep inside me, his fingers exploring it, making me moan with pleasure with my one leg shaking, one ankle ready to buckle over.

"You're so wet, shaking with your ankle getting weaker and weaker. If I let you go...that sexy cast of yours will be replaced by a medical cast on your other leg."

I nodded, my hips bucking as he continued to touch me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, driving me wild with desire.

"Please," I whispered, with a hint of desperation. "I need you inside me...Before...."

He smiled. "Patience. We'll get there."

I felt my heart race like never before as he continued, his fingers moving in and out of me faster, making me moan with pleasure. I felt my second orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge while my ankle pleaded to buckle over.

"Come for me, you are mine...Come all over my fingers and I will let you go...."

I felt my body convulse as my orgasm hit me, my pussy clenching as I cried out in pleasure. I felt him continue to touch me inside, as I came down from my high. That was incredible but then...my heart pounded so fiercely that every beat seemed to send a shock through my one available long leg.

The pressure on my ankle was unbearable and my towering five-inch heel amplified the strain until it felt like my bones were screaming. My breath quickened, and just as he was going to pull me back to safety, I pushed him ever so slightly and my ankle gave out. I felt the sharp roll as my foot twisted sharply inward, sending a fiery jolt up my leg as my ankle finally snapped with a loud crack.

The pain was instant, electric, raw, and incredible and yet I fought to keep my balance, but gravity won. I toppled over, the fall seemed to stretch in slow motion as I hit the floor, helpless to control my body's descent with my other leg bent in the recreational black cast. The agony radiated from my broken ankle, sending a chill through me that was both dizzying and oddly exhilarating.

I lay there gasping, staring at my throbbing ankle as waves of pain pulsed through me. My shattered heel lay beside me, its once sleek line now broken like my bones. I closed my eyes...

The morning sun filtered through the office windows as I made my way to our boardroom to meet with Serena while adjusting to the crutches that supported my new, full-length white cast on my right leg. My left leg, free from its recreational cast, was now in a sleek black low-heeled shoe, making me feel somewhat balanced as I hobbled along, even if every movement reminded me of the incredible sex I had last night and the heavy new addition on my right leg.

As I entered, Serena's expression shifted instantly, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of my new cast. Her gaze drifted to the cast on my leg, stretching straight out in front of me.

"Stephanie," she said slowly, her voice a mix of surprise and a hint of amusement, "don't tell me... you went and changed the recreational cast from left leg to right?"

Lowering myself into a chair with careful precision, I managed a small laugh, feeling the strain and weight of the cast as I settled. "Well, if you can believe it," I began wondering how much I should share,

"I tried to balance on a 5 inch high heel, and things went south. My ankle just gave out, and here we are."

Serena gave a sympathetic shake of her head, her eyes sparkling with both concern and humour. "Five-inch heels, really? And now here you are with a whole new medical cast," she teased, leaning forward to get a closer look at my cast.

"You certainly have a way of keeping things interesting."

I chuckled, though a dull ache lingered as I shifted my leg. Serena reached over, her fingers brushing my new cast, tracing a line up toward my knee. Meeting her gaze, I gave a small nod, feeling her genuine concern settle in my chest.

"It's... a challenge," I admitted, the memory of Steve deep inside me, the fall and the painful snap of my ankle still fresh. Yet somehow, Serena's touch and attention made it seem a little less daunting.

Serena's hand lingered on my broken leg for a moment before she looked up, her expression gentle but steady.

"Just promise me no more high heels until you're fully healed, okay?"

As Serena looked at my cast, a different expression played across her face, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were seeing it, and me, in a new light. Her fingers lingered over the hard cast, tracing along the edges and down toward my broken bones with a gentleness that felt both comforting and...curious. I could sense a spark in her gaze, a quiet fascination taking root as she absorbed the sight of my leg immobilized, with my crutches beside me.

When she looked up, her eyes held something more than understanding. It was as though she were starting to see the cast, the crutches, and even the vulnerability of it all, with an unexpected beauty that hadn't occurred to her until now. There was a glint of admiration, maybe even attraction, flickering beneath her concern, a realization that this fragile state could hold a certain strength and elegance all its own.

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Beyond the Movie Script chapter 8

 Beyond the Movie Script

Chapter 8

The pre-trial meeting was anything but easy. The defence team threw every possible challenge at us, hoping to break our resolve. But for every argument they made, I countered with facts. Serena's presence, her calm but firm demeanour, was a constant reminder of why we were fighting this battle. Every time they downplayed the severity of the accident, I felt my anger rise, not only for Serena but for the blatant disregard for safety that had led to this mess in the first place.

I spoke with a fire in my voice, defending every point with confidence, motivated not just by my role as an attorney but by the growing protectiveness I felt for Serena. As the hours wore on, it became clear that the director's lawyers were rattled. They hadn't anticipated how prepared I'd be, and they certainly hadn't expected us to walk into the room, both literally and figuratively, on equal footing, leaning on crutches.

As the meeting wrapped up, the real battle was just beginning. We left the office knowing that the legal war ahead would be brutal, but I felt an unshakable determination to see this through. I was driven not only by professional pride but by something deeper.

Back at my office, I worked late into the night, going over the evidence we'd gathered, drafting motions, and reviewing every detail of the case. Serena's face kept flashing in my mind, her beauty, her strength, her resilience and her poor broken leg. I couldn't shake the memory of the way she had looked at me during that meeting, her trust in me, her belief that I could make this right for her.

It was late when I heard the rhythmic thump of a new rubber heel making its way down the corridor. I looked up from my desk, and there he was, Steve, with his usual beautiful smile, but now sporting a fresh red walking cast that ran from just below his knee down to his foot. The bright fibreglass was fitted with a sturdy rubber heel, allowing him to move, albeit with a sexy limp.

"Surprise," he said, leaning into the door frame with a grin. His face was a bit flushed from the effort, and he shifted his weight onto his good leg. "No more crutches"

I couldn't help but smile as he made his way over to me. "Look at you," I teased, glancing down at his new red cast. "Gone from crutches to a bright statement piece with a black rubber heel."

Steve laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Had to upgrade. The crutches were killing me. Figured this would be a little more office-friendly," he said, giving his cast an affectionate pat.

He limped closer, stopping just behind my chair. Before I could even respond, I felt his hands on my shoulders, his fingers easing into the knots of tension that had been building from the long day. He started to massage my shoulders with a warm familiarity, kneading in slow circles that immediately worked magic on my tired muscles.

"You've been working way too hard," he murmured, his voice low. "When's the last time you took a break?"

I moved my leg that was in a black fibreglass cast that covered my leg from thigh to toes. I closed my eyes for a second, leaning into his touch. "Can't remember," I admitted. "It's been...intense, to say the least. This case has me running on fumes."

He continued massaging my shoulders, his hands firm but gentle. "Maybe it's time to try something new," he suggested, his voice a soft whisper.

"Something to help you relax."

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. "Like what?" I asked, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

He smiled, his eyes filled with a mischievous glow. "Like a little... Steve's therapy," he said, his hands moving down from my shoulders to my arms.

"To help you unwind."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what he was suggesting. "And what kind of therapy do you have in mind?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer,his red cast rubbing against my stilettos heel, his breath warm against my ear.

"The kind that involves a lot of touching," he murmured. "And maybe a little more."

I felt my heart race as I turned to face him fully.

"And what makes you think I need that kind of therapy?" I asked, my voice filled with playful challenges.

He grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I can see the tension in your body, and...that sexy long black cast on your leg" he said.

I felt a warmth spread through me as I considered his offer. "And what if I don't want to let it go?" I asked, my voice filled with a hint of tease.

He chuckled, his hands moving to my waist. "Then I guess I'll just have to convince you," he said, his voice filled with a soft threat.

I felt my breath catch as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation as his lips moved against mine, his hands exploring my body.

"Mmm," I murmured, my hands moving to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

"You're a very persuasive therapist."

He smiled against my lips, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. "I have my ways,"

he said, his voice filled with a hint of promise.

Before I could respond, he surprised me by scooping me up into his arms. I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support. He lifted me up over the desk and gently placed me on top of it, my long black cast dangling over the edge between his legs.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hands moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down, revealing my skin beneath. I felt his hands on my breasts, cupping them gently, his thumbs brushing against my hard nipples.

"Oh," I murmured, my head falling back as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. "That feels so good." I lifted my cast up applying light pressure between his legs against his hard penis.

He smiled, his eyes filled with a dark sexual desire. "Just wait," he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat. "I haven't even started yet."

I felt my heart race as he continued to explore my body, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, to my thighs, to my ass. I felt a warmth spread through me as I realized just how much I wanted him, just how much I needed him.

"Please," I whispered, my voice filled with a hint of desperation. "I need you."

"I need you too, you are so attractive in that cast and using crutches" he said, his voice filled with a hint of threat.

"But first, let's make sure you're ready."

I felt my breath catch as he...OMG...

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Beyond the Movie Script chapter 7

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Chapter 7

God she was so beautiful in her... medical... cast.

"But what do I call you? Stephanie, Mom or mistress Steffie? You don't have to answer right away"

Over the next few days, we met up again, always finding excuses to touch and tease each other. One evening, we found ourselves in her apartment, the air thick with anticipation.

"Let's start with something simple," she suggested leaning on her crutches, her voice a low purr as she guided me to her bedroom. I sat down on her bed, propping my cast up.

Serena joined me, her fingers tracing my cast again, this time with more sexual intention.

"Just relax," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers move to the hem of my skirt. She slowly pulled it up, revealing the edge of my cast and the part of my thigh that was bare. I felt a soft kiss, followed by the gentle touch of her tongue. My breath hitched as she licked her way up my exposed thigh, her touch light and teasing.

"Serena, how did you know?" I whispered, my voice filled with desire.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with want and sexual need. "Shh, just let me take care of you," she said before continuing her slow ascent.

When she reached the edge of my panties, she hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly pulled them down along my black cast. I lifted my hips, helping her, my heart pounding in my chest. She threw the panties aside and leaned in, her breath hot on my most sensitive area. I gasped as her tongue made contact, her touch soft and gentle at first, then growing more insistent.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I was about to come, she stopped, her tongue replacing her fingers as she continued to tease me.

"Please," I begged, my hips bucking against her mouth.

Serena looked up at me, her lips glistening. "Please what?" she asked, a playful smirk on her face.

"Please, let me come," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

"You didn't really break your leg" Serena grinned and returned her attention to my clit. Between her words, her tongue moved faster and faster until I was crying out, my body convulsing with pure pleasure.

"Oh god Dominique..."

"Who's Dominique?"

As I came down from my high, Serena stood up on her good leg, a wicked look in her eyes.

"Now it's your turn to take care of me," she said, wiggling out of her skirt. I watched, my breath still ragged, as she slid her fingers into her panties and pulled them off, revealing that was totally shaved. She sat down on the bed next to me, her hand moving to stroke herself.

"Come here," she said, her voice a low command.

I moved closer, our casts together as I wrapped my arm around her, my hand moving to cup her breast. She moaned, her head falling back as I began to tease her flesh, my thumb circling her hard nipple.

Serena's hand moved faster between her legs, her breath coming in short gasps. I leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as I continued to play with her firm breast.

She broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked on mine as she brought herself closer to the edge. I could feel the tension in her body, could see the pleasure on her face as she came, her body shuddering against mine. It was like she knew about one of my secret sexual fetishes to watch sexy women masturbate like she was doing beside me.

As she came down from her high, she leaned into me, her lips finding mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. "And we're just getting started."

I moved into the classic 69 position, our bodies entwined as we pleasured each other with our mouths. The sensation of her tongue on my clitoris as I licked her was almost too much to bear, and I came with a cry, her name on my lips.

As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that this was just the beginning.

The next day, the tension in the air was palpable as Serena and I arrived at the towering skyscraper that housed the law firm defending the director. As we approached the glass entrance, both of us on crutches, I felt a sense of solidarity between us, two women, each in a long leg cast, ready to face the wolves.

Inside, we were greeted by sleek, polished marble floors and towering walls of glass that reflected the bustling world of high-powered attorneys. I glanced at Serena, her determination mirrored in her eyes. She looked stunning in her professional attire, with the white fibreglass cast that immobilized her right leg. The boldness of her look, fitted black pencil skirt, crisp white blouse while leaning on her crutches made her so desirable. Her black high heel was elegant on her good foot, while her cast added a striking visual, peeking just below her hemline.

I, too, felt the eyes on me as we made our way to the boardroom. My own black cast felt like a sexy distraction now, my tailored blazer cinched perfectly at the waist, the deep burgundy blouse underneath giving me an air of confidence. The pencil skirt I wore fit snugly over my hips, but the fabric elegantly draped around the curve and shape of my cast, making no attempt to hide it.

As we crutched our way through the sprawling office, heads turned. People paused mid-conversation, their eyes drawn to us, some with curiosity, others with surprise, and a few with blatant stares. I could feel the weight of some sexual judgement, so I squared my shoulders and focused on each step. The rhythmic click of our crutches filled the silence, echoing through the long hallway as if to announce our arrival.

In one phrase our new look said "don't fuck with us."

When we reached the conference room, a large set of double doors loomed ahead. A nice lady pushed one open while we entered. The room was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. A long mahogany table stretched across the centre, surrounded by sleek leather chairs. Already seated at the far end were the director's defence team, their perfectly pressed suits and smug expressions radiating confidence.

Their eyes flicked up as we made our entrance, and for a brief moment, the room went still. There was no hiding their surprise. Two women, each on crutches with full leg casts, walking into the lion's den, this was not what they expected.

I held their gaze, refusing to back down, as Serena did the same. We moved on our crutches with grace, despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, and made our way to our side of the table. As I sat down, adjusting the positioning of my leg to rest comfortably with the long cast, I noticed the brief, yet unmistakable exchange of glances between the lawyers across the table. You just wait your pricks.

The movie director, a sharp-looking man in a perfectly tailored navy suit, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, this is certainly an... unexpected turn of events," he said, his voice smooth but laced with condescension.

"Quite the matching set of injuries."

Serena shot him a look that could break bones, her hand resting on her crutches as she leaned forward. "Let's keep it professional if you can, Donald, shall we?"

His smirk faltered for just a second, but he quickly recovered, looking away. The tension in the room rose as the defence team presented their counters to our claims. Their arguments were aggressive, bordering on dismissive, but we knew we had the truth on our side.

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