Getting in the Groove

Go to the set. Go to the office. Go to the office on the set. Go home. Have sex. Go to sleep. Repeat. That has pretty much been my life for the past week, but I was getting into the groove, which was good. I’m not really complaining. I’ve just been super tired. And now that Babs has been on the show, it’s been much quieter. We do have Jimmy’s birthday coming up in a few days and it’s the big 4-0. But there will be more on that in a later post.

Being on a working set and having input on the scripts has been the best experience I’ve had in a long time. My directors have been great in letting me change things around that don’t work. And we had Channing Tatum in yesterday!

“Hey there, superstar,” Channing said, giving me a hug. (swoon!) “Great part you wrote for me!”

“Thanks! I tried to capture your essence with some embellishments.”

“You did! You have a gift my friend! Don’t lose it,” he said, giving me that Channing smile.

It’s a shame he was married….I mean. I miss Trent!

***

“So this is your new office?” Trent said, later that night.

“Yes. Can we christen it now?” I said, tugging at his belt.

“Frisky today? Channing got you hot and bothered?” he said, kissing my neck.

“No…”

“Liar,” he said, kissing my collarbone and sliding my dress strap down.

“Trent, come on!”

“Slow down baby. We’re going to enjoy this,” he said sliding his other hand up my dress as I moaned.

I bit down on his shoulder as he slid a finger inside me. I knew the walls were pretty thin and with the news of our ‘affair’ still fresh on people’s minds, I didn’t need people to hear us, though everyone had gone home for the night.

As he pushed me back on the desk and thrust into me, I thought I heard a noise outside the door.

“Shhh, baby stop for a second,” I said, turning toward the door.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I thought I heard something. Whatever, let’s keep going,” I said, still a little paranoid.

“Do you want me to check?” he said, seeing the concern on my face.

“No, it’s fine. I’m probably just overtired.”

***

“Penny – dah-ling, it’s Sunny!” Sunny boomed into the phone way too early this morning.

“How are you Sunny?” I said, groggily as Trent curled up behind me.

“I’ve emailed over a press release on your show to you. Give it a once over and get back to me ASAP. I want to get it into some magazines with some photos from the set.”

“I will look right now. Thanks Sunny!”

“What did she want, baby?” Trent asked, tracing circles around my nipples as they got hard. “Was she calling to tell you that you have the best boobs, ever?”

I rolled my eyes, as he took one into his mouth and got me all hot and bothered.

“Do you want to know or are you going to keep distracting me?”

“No one is stopping you!” he said, smiling and working his way down my stomach.

“She wrote up a pr….oh,” I said, as he found my spot.

“What did she write?” he said, stopping for a second.

“A press release on the show. Don’t stop!” I said.

“Yes, mam!”

***

I went straight into the Tonight Show office after our morning sex, as they were grabbing stock footage around the city for the series. I had stayed up late last night writing up locations and shots that I wanted. When I got into the office, I had two story ideas from Matt, which was great because with the stress of everything I had a bit of a writer’s block. Plus, he was so used to writing and acting and being awesome essentially, I liked having him as my right-hand man.

When I got back from lunch with Lizzy, there were flowers on my desk.

“Ohhh. Who are those from?” Lizzy asked, grabbing the card before me. “Can I read?”

“Um, sure. I don’t know who they could be from though. Trent knows I’m not a flowers kinda girl.”

“Dear Penelope – You make my heart skip a beat. Seeing you is always a treat. Next time I hope for more than just a peek. XX,” she read. “Hmmm. Weird, it has no name.”

“What the fuck. No one calls me Penelope, not even my own mother! And what does ‘more than just a peek’ mean? Let me see that,” I said, taking the card from her.

I immediately texted Trent, who said he wasn’t playing games with me. And then I called Manny, the security guard, to find out which delivery company came. When I called the place they said the guy wished to remain anonymous. Now I was freaked out. It had to be one of my friends fucking with me though, right?

And then I remembered the noise I thought I heard last night when we were going at it in my office. Shit! I thought. It was too late to call Sunny, so I shot her a quick email and then called Manny for an escort out of the building. I was really hoping this was just a joke, but had a funny feeling it wasn’t.