Nine: The Contract

He read it during his break time. The contract was binding, he would have to commit exclusively to Arch Studios, in other words, to Maxine Roberts for the period of three years, and will be evaluated afterward for an extension. He will not be allowed to work for another party for the period of the contract, which was actually a privilege because he didn't have any offers yet. He didn't have anything to lose.

He will get work and get paid for the next three years, he will get a make-over, training, acting classes, and everything. He was going to be groomed as a potential newcomer under Maxine Roberts household name, it's as if his life couldn't get any better than that. It was too good to be true.

"Oh my God! That is great news, Tommy! I can't believe this is actually happening right now? I'm so happy for you!" Charlie was too excited after she read the contract. "So, when will you start?"

He would have to sign the contract first, obviously, he also had to finish his probation which was the job at Studio 4 that he couldn't discuss with Charlie. "As soon as I sign up, I guess."

"Well ... what are you waiting for?" she handed him a pen.

He shrugged hesitantly, "I think I'll sit with it for a while ... just look at it again to make sure."

Charlie thought for a moment, "You're right, there's no rush, but I don't think you need to consider anything out of it, it looks great," if anything, she was the one who couldn't wait for him to sign.

He looped his arm around her neck, kissed her cheek, "It can wait ... so how about that dinner I promised you this morning?" he said in her ear.

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He woke up and found himself alone in the bed. He looked to the bedside table, the mobile phone Charlie bought showed that it was time for him to move his ass or he was going to be late for work. He hit the shower, got dressed, and found Charlie in the pantry washing the dishes in his jersey and nothing else.

The swells of her breast can be seen from the wide armholes of the old jersey. That old shirt wasn't even long enough to cover the whole of her backside. "Are you going to be wearing that around the flat?" he was concerned.

"Oh, you're up? I was about to wake you ... breakfast?" she looked over her shoulder to talk to him. The sun reflected against her hair, his body reacted when the side of her breast peeked from under her arm.

He walked over and her from behind, "I don't understand why you're wearing this when I can see everything you're trying to cover," he licked the nape of her neck. He was pressing against her and she felt him getting firm on her back.

She bent over, rubbed him slowly, "I thought I'd wake you up for our morning routine." One side of her jersey fell off her shoulder exposing her breast. There was no way he could resist her after that.

"You're going to make me late for work, baby," he unbuttoned his zipper.

She smiled, turned around to kiss him, "Do it faster then."

His hand was rubbing her breast, and the other made its way to her center from the front. She stroked him, they sighed. He turned her cold to hot in no time at all. His gentle rubs made her dizzy, she felt him everywhere, in the front, on her breast, softly kissing her neck, and as he slid inside her, she let out a moan. She loved it when he came from behind her, he started slowly from one thrust to the next, took his time to listen to her whimpers. He gradually picked up his pace and her moans would come faster and louder.

She twitched, she felt good, she told him again and again. She begged him to move faster as she closed in. He clutched her as her walls tightened around him. He listened to her cries calling out his name when he was deep inside her. Inside her, is where he wanted to be, all the time. He'd put her in his mouth and sucked every last drop of her. She was his, her moans, her shivers, her twitches, all of her was his.