Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

Lance looked long and hard at his phone, pondering what she'd said about calling Gwen. Gwen, who apparently had cheated on him for years. Gwen, who for some reason was jealous of his success. Gwen, who had started snorting coke again despite her promises to the contrary. He held his phone up for Claire to see and dropped all pretense. He switched the phone off and said Nah. Let her stew for a while. Nothing more than she deserves. He dropped his voice, a lustful tone as he asked What do you want to do when we get back to my room? I think the first thing we should do... is shower... came the innocentnaughty reply, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. In the back of his mind Lance wondered whether or not he was using this girl to get back at Gwen or not, but he had lusted after her from the moment he saw her, before he was certain about what Gwen had done and before she'd tried to emasculate him on the phone. And he admired her attitude. She wasn't afraid of going after what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to push herself out of her comfort zone. Plus she apparently was a hard worker. A girl with those qualities might go very far indeed. If that's okay with you... The coy smile accompanying that question told him she already knew the answer. His lust for her was evident by the tenting of his shorts, a tenting he no longer bothered to hide. Then she leaned in and whispered something about his safety, but her words were lost in a fog of lust as Lance expected her to kiss his ear, a major erogenous zone for him. The kiss never came, and he looked around at her to see a teasing smile form on her lips as she traced her finger across his neck. He in turn leaned in and whispered to her You are a temptress, Claire. And when we get into my room I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll have trouble walking. You will know the meaning of the word 'ravaged' after I'm through with you, girl. The hotel hove into view and they separated so as not to give away what they were about to embark upon. Lance stopped briefly in the reception and told Andrea to hold all calls, ESPECIALLY if Gwen Reynolds, yes, THAT Gwen Reynolds demanded to be put through. Claire stood innocently by his side, her fingers playing with his wedding band out of view of the receptionist. Then they headed for the elevator while Lance, to lend creedence to why Claire would accompany him to his room, started talking about showing her good places to look if she wanted to try her hand at acting. Once inside the elevator, Lance quickly scanned their surroundings to check for cameras. There was one which Claire apparently knew about. They both held their body language calm and neutral while Lance kept up his chatter about acting coaches etc. The express elevator seemed to take forever as Lance admired the body he was about to explore. Finally the door opened on his floor and they walked to his room as quickly and as composed as they could muster. Lance swiped his keycard and sighed with relief as he heard the reassuring unlocking of the door. As soon as the door closed behind them he dropped his gear and grabbed Claire, his left hand around her waist and his right hand at the nape of her neck. He pulled her towards him and kissed her with an almost frenzied urgency, moaning as he finally got to taste her and be totally surrounded by her scent and be pressed close against her enticing body. For a few minutes, his lips brushing against hers and their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths was all he knew. Then, when they came up for air, he simply said Wow before adding You. Me. Shower. Now. He pulled her into the bathroom and said Don't you dare move a finger. I want to undress you myself. Then he placed his thumbs against the waistline of those skintight pants of hers and started slowly pulling them down.