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Thursday, November 14, 2024

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
K

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

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

Monday, November 11, 2024

Beyond the Movie Script conclusion

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.

Beyond the Movie Script
The end

Friday, November 8, 2024

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.

Beyond the Movie Script
Conclusion to come
K

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

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...

Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 9 to come
K

Sunday, November 3, 2024

Beyond the Movie Script chapter 7

eyond the Movie Script

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.

Beyond the Movie Script
Chapter 8 to come
K