Captive Films: Season One

She’s pulling my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt while I kiss down her neck.

I push away slightly as I untie the strings holding up the front of her dress then watch as the top slides down exposing her beautiful breasts. I immediately strike, taking one nipple into my mouth, kissing it and circling it with my tongue, while caressing the other with my fingers.

And I’m harder than a fucking rock.

When she makes a little moan, I move us to the bed, supporting my weight above her, while still kissing her and sliding the dress down further.

Her hands are in my hair, my name on her breath, she’s unzipping my pants, and sliding her hand inside.

God, it feels so good.

Her soft hand is running down my shaft.

I push her dress up, strip off her panties, and remember I don’t have a condom.

All I want in this moment is to get inside her, but I stop.

And stand up.

Wondering what the hell I’m doing.

Fucking someone I have to work with on my first day?

Fucking someone, I think I could care about, because I’m horny as shit and it’s been so long?

“Uh, um, we better stop,” I say, kicking myself the second the words leave my lips.

But the damage is done.





Beach - Malibu

RILEY





After a long late lunch with lots of drinks, Jennifer and I walk to the beach. It’s starting to get dark and we’re both a bit tipsy.

She leads me in the opposite direction of her house and toward the pier.

She runs through the water, under the pier, swinging around the supports. She’s laughing and splashing water at me.

It takes me back to a clear, warm summer night with Ariela.

Jennifer waves her hand in front of my face.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I lie.

She leans in to kiss me and I back away slightly. “Am I too young?”

“What? No. You know I like you. I’ve been kissing you all day.”

“Then what are you thinking about? Some girl break your heart?”

I sigh and nod my head.

“Ahh, now we're getting somewhere.”

She sits down in the sand cross-legged in front of me. “Tell me what happened.”

“We dated for two years in high school and were supposed to attend USC together. Her dad talked her out of it. She told me after our graduation ceremony. Then she left. That’s the last I had heard from her until this week.”

“What happened this week?”

“She came to dinner at Keatyn's house.”

“How old are you?”

“Almost twenty nine.”

“So that all happened more than a decade ago? A third of your life ago?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“That's a long time to be sad, Riley. Have you had any relationships since then?”

“I recently had four dates with a girl before I cut her loose. And that was three dates too many.”

“Wow, she must have done a number on you. You still love her?”

I shake my head. “I don't think I could ever forgive her.”

“Stand up. Hold my hand. Run with me, Riley. Be free.”

She pulls my hand, but I pull back. “You remind me of Keatyn.”

She smiles at me. “That's a big compliment. She's kinda my idol. I've only met her once briefly at an awards show. I asked her to take a selfie with me. I’m so uncool. What made you say I remind you of her?”

“She's positive, free spirited, creative. And she believes in luck, fate, and endless possibilities.”

“And you?”

“I stopped believing in those things a long time ago.”

Jennifer holds my hand as we both stare out into the darkness over the water.

“She came to L.A. with me the summer before our senior year.” I mutter.

“When you filmed A Day at the Lake 2? How fun was it making a movie with a bunch of your friends?”

“It was a lot of fun. I learned a ton. We used to walk on this beach at night. She ran under the piers and would make me find her.”

“And when you did?”

“She'd give me a kiss. We even had sex up against one of those piers late one night.”

“Oh, that sounds fun. And probably illegal. We need to get your ass off this beach. Too many memories. I heard you bought a new plane. Wanna go to Vegas tonight?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Why the fuck not?”

“I have to work tomorrow. I have meetings. You have a meeting with Keatyn.”

“Shit, that’s right,” she says. “Let's go back to my house, get high, and play video games.”

I smile at her and take off running. Then I tell her, “You might just be the best date I've ever had.”





Vanessa’s Estate - Holmby Hills

VANESSA





Dawson drives me home, gives me an awkward goodbye, then pulls off in that fucking red Ferrari.

What is it with a red Ferrari that makes a man . . .

No, bad example.

What the hell?

I mean what the fucking hell?

Why did he stop?





I stomp in the house, feeling like crap. I ate too much, drank too much, almost had sex with my new co-worker and got stone cold shut down. Now, I’m horny and alone.

Thank god for vibrators.