Prepare for the almighty fassdong. A lot of it.

***

When he gets on set I’m already awaiting him with his coffee. He wishes me a good morning and thanks me for the coffee before he heads to his dressing room.

I’m glad to see he’s not acting differently from how he did during the last few days.

For a moment I was afraid that he actually liked me or even more. But that was probably just my brain not functioning properly that early in the morning.

God, can you imagine this?

How could something that resembles a healthy relationship ever spring from what has happened between us so far?

And why thinking about this anyway? He’ll leave this city, this country when the movie’s wrapped and the chance to see him ever again is pretty much non-existent.

Maybe that’s why it isn’t bothering me this time that I’ve slept with him last night. Again.

It’s not like he gained my trust during the last few days but for the first time I really am under the impression that this is just what it is: two people fucking. Sure, he liked playing his games but to be totally honest, didn’t I like it, too? At least a little bit? Or why would I have given in after all?

And maybe it’s also the lighter mood on set that I’m ok with this. Of course, if my boss Richard found out about what we were doing it would still be a disaster. But why should he find out? No one knows about us. And it’s not like we’re fucking on the craft table at lunchtime. Perhaps I overreacted a little bit…

Prank-time has arrived on set. This seems to be another tradition during the last week of filming. So far two dressing rooms have been ‘re-decorated’ with toilet paper and balloons, a whoopee cushion is making its rounds and preferably appears on the director’s chair, I amongst others have been the victim of a water balloon attack. Thank God for the costume department so I could borrow a dry summer-dress. It’s been far to hot for jeans today anyway.

I’m actually amazed by how much work is still being done with everyone behaving like children.

After lunch I join Fassbender and some other guys outside for a smoke. My friend Billy, one of the camera assistants, shows up and offers Fassbender another cigarette.

“I still owe you one,” he adds.

Fassbender happily accepts, puts it between his lips and lights the tip.

In that moment it explodes.

The guys collapse in laughter.

Fassbender’s face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh as well.

“Dude, I put one of those little fire crackers in your cigarette!” Billy giggles.

“I should have known the second you offered me one! You never do that!” Fassbender laughs and throws his torn cigarette away.

“You want another one?” Billy offers.

“I’d rather smoke my own, thanks,” he politely declines.

“So what’s your prank gonna be then?”

“I can’t tell you that, now can I? It’s going to spoil the surprise!” Fassbender quickly replies and inhales deeply.

Billy’s phone buzzes.

“Alright guys, time to get back. See you later.”

They leave Fassbender and me alone outside.

“Shit,” he mutters silently and leans next to me against the wall of the building.

“You have no idea what to do to prank the others, do you?” I grin.

“How could I forget about this? I’m the master of all pranksters!” he sighs and then grins at me. “Maybe I have been distracted lately.”

“Oh no, don’t blame me! Why don’t you just admit that you can’t live up to your reputation any more?”

“Oh, I think you’re the first to admit that I absolutely don’t have any problems to live up to my reputation!”

“Yeah, well then, I bet you can’t come up with a good idea until shooting your last scene tonight. I know I have plenty.”
“Oh, really?” he turns and now stands opposite of me, resting one hand against the wall next to my head. “You bet? How about me make this a game? I know you can’t resist a good challenge.”

“Dude, distance!”

He grins and rolls his eyes but goes back to his previous spot.

“Let’s say, you win, you can choose what I’m going to do to prank the others. If I win, how about I get to choose what you’re doing tonight after work?”

“And what would that game be about?”

“I bet I can make you come twice in under five minutes before we start shooting the final scene of the day,” he says casually as if he was just talking about the weather and takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

“Are you kidding me? Here? At work? You know that…”
“Don’t worry. Hidden places only, locked doors, nothing suspicious. And it’s not like anyone is really paying attention any more…”
He does have a point here. And quite frankly, the idea of it already excites me.

“What do you say?”

“Two times? Psssh. That’s not a challenge. Let’s say six. In less then five minutes each.”

“It’s already past lunch time!”

“You say you can only do it two times? Pathetic!”

“Ok, three.”

“Five!”

“Four.”
“Deal.”

We shake hands and he gives me his best cocky smile.

I know he’s good but it’s pretty much impossible to sneak away four times between now and his last scene. That’s hardly five hours away.

“Well, then, I’d say we end lunch time with desert. There’s this cosy broom cupboard I’ve heard of just down the hall.”
My phone rings.

“Oh, too bad, I have to get that. See you later!”

I wink at him and pick up the phone.

It’s Richard, which immediately gives me a bad conscience but it’s vanishing surprisingly quick. He asks me get him some paperwork from an office on the other side of the studio property. The secretary invites me on a coffee so it takes me almost an hour until I’m back on set. I already feel pretty confident I’m going to win this.

I hand the papers over to Richard and ask him where Fassbender is.

“He was looking for you actually. He’s in his dressing room and asked me to send you there if you show up before the next scene.”

His dressing room? Can he make it more obvious? For a second I think about calling him and telling him I’m busy but then again, it’s not like I don’t want him to score a couple of times. Of course I’m totally selfless here…

When I enter his room I immediately burst into laughter.

Someone has wrapped everything in toilet paper. And it’s not even a mess, they have actually wrapped everything neatly and separately. It’s awesome!

“I see you have re-decorated?”

“There you are!”

He takes a look at his watch, then runs to the door and locks it, runs back to the dresser and hectically pulls the toilet paper of the tabletop and pats on the surface.

“Come here, got no time to lose!”

I sit down on the dressing table and still can’t stop laughing. He looks like a little boy who’s trying to win a race.

“Oh, yeah, that’s sexy, that’s getting me just in the right mood,” I laugh.

He pushes himself between my legs, grabs my face with his hands and shuts me up with a long kiss.

I still can’t stop laughing and I’m doubting he will get me off within the next minutes.

“Oh, just keep laughing. You might wanna keep your mouth covered soon though.”

With this words he kneels down and pushes my dress up.

“Thank God you got rid of your jeans, saves me time.”

I want to say something in reply but just when he has pulled down my panties and his lips touch my pussy I can only sharply inhale.

He puts my legs over his shoulders and holds my hip in place with his hands.

He lets his tongue slide along my cunt, all along from the back to my clit, darts it into the opening. Then suddenly he’s not just licking me, his whole mouth is covering me and creates a suction that is driving me crazy. He is literally eating me out. When he pays his attention back on my clit it almost becomes unbearable. I want to pull my hip back but his grip is too strong, he doesn’t allow me to move even an inch.

All I can do is to press my hand on my mouth to prevent me from screaming out loud.

He keeps sucking and licking and I come on his face, one hand on my mouth, the other one grabbing his hair with all I’ve got until he finally lets go, gets back up on his feet and kisses me.

He steps back a bit and wipes a strand of hair off my sweaty forehead and grins.

“Three more to go.” He rubs his head. “Jesus, I think you pulled out some hair.” He looks at his watch. “Not even four minutes. Man, I’m really good.”

The smuggest of smug smiles is on his lips and I can’t help but laugh again.

Funny, if he had said this a week ago with this smile on his face I’d called him a jerk…

“Alright then, back to work!”

He walks towards the door and I get slowly off the dressing table. My knees are still a bit weak.

“Chop, chop! We don’t have all day, miss!”

I quickly check my appearance in the mirror and follow him.

As soon as we are back on set we’re caught up in work but it’s hard for me to concentrate. I can still feel his tongue, my pussy is still throbbing. If this doesn’t stop soon, his next try will be over in half a minute.

Damn. I had such a good idea for him to prank the others…

At least now it seems like there won’t be much time for a next try. They are having technical difficulties that delay filming. All the actors have to stand by to be available when they have fixed things.

Richard sends me to his office to get some files.

It takes me quite a while searching through the filling cabinet until I find the right ones.

The sound of the door startles me, I turn around.

Fassbender’s leaning against the closed door and smiles.

Immediately our first night here in Richard’s office shoots through my head.

“Well, if this isn’t quite the déjà-vu,” he says out loud what I was just thinking.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on set?”

“It’s taking them longer than expected. They said we have ten minutes. That is plenty of time to make you come at least twice.”

“It still would only count once though.”

“Says who?”

“I do. Listen, I don’t think we should do it in Richard’s office. What if…”

“He’s busy downstairs.”

“You can’t lock the door.”

“Then I guess we have to make sure it doesn’t open,” he grins, takes me by the hip and turns me against the door, his body pressing me against mine.

“Remember how I surprised you here? And how you said you didn’t want this?”

He kisses my neck and works his way down along my collar bone, his hands cupping my breasts, his leg parting mine. “How you told me to fuck off, thinking you had any say in this?”

His teeth graze over my skin, making my body tingle.

He lifts his head, leans his forehead against mine, looks me deep into the eyes, his hand finding its way under my dress and into my panties.

My mouth automatically moves forward, trying to catch his lips.

He pulls back and chuckles deeply.

“And how you didn’t let me kiss you? How you said you reserved kissing for people you actually liked?”

He runs his fingers along my pussy, his thumb finding my clit.

“Or when you wanted to slap me in the face trying to stop me from touching you cause you didn’t want to admit that this was actually what you wanted all along?”

His words bring up the memories vividly inside my head and I know if he goes on like this it won’t take long for him to win the next round.

“Tik tok goes the clock, mister! Do you really want to waste those few minutes with talking?”

A weak attempt of trying to distract him.

“Oh, I do think this is working quite well, don’t you say?”

He slides a finger into me and bites my lip.

Again I try to kiss him, this time he lets me.

“So I take it you like me now?” he asks between kissing, adding another finger.

“Let’s say, I can tolerate you,” I mumble and a moan escapes my throat.

He grins.

“And can you tolerate this then?”

He starts moving his fingers in and out, his thumb never leaving my clit and again it’s hard for me to pull myself together.

It’s ok, let him have this, there’s no way he’s gonna make you come another two times anyway, I tell myself.

As if I had a choice.

He bends his fingers upwards and easily finds my g-spot.

“Oh God,” I sigh and lean my temple against his, giving up pretending he doesn’t have any affect on me.

“No need to call me God, you can call me Michel.”

“Shut up, Fassbender.”

He keeps massaging my most sensible spot, circling my clit, moving his fingers in and our, faster and harder until, once more, I come crashing down on him, covering his hand with my juices.

He kisses me a last, long time, wipes his hand off on his jeans and looks at his watch.

“Number two. So are you excited about tonight yet?”

There is his smug grin again.

I grab the files for Richard.

“Two out of four, dear, no need for a victory dance yet!”

“Oh, you just wait and see. You know how I tend to win, don’t you?”

“Come on, move your fine ass. I’m sure they are ready to shoot again.”

While we walk downstairs to the set he looks at me.

“You never call me by my name. Why is that?”

“Fassbender?”

“No, Michael.”

“I don’t know. What do we know of each other? I don’t think we’re on a first name basis yet.”

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

We both laugh and walk on.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. Maybe it’s my way of keeping a distance?

We are back on set right on time. They have figured out the technical difficulties and start shooting immediately. Due to the delay they have a lot to do and time is fleeting.

They manage to catch up but it’s hardly an hour until the last scene will be shot and inside I’m already dancing my victory dance.

“Ok, folks,” Richard suddenly shouts, “grab a coffee, have a cigarette, go to the bathroom, whatever you need, but I need everyone back here in exactly seven minutes!”

Fassbender is no where to be seen and I really need to go to the bathroom. I quickly disappear and when I come back out Billy is standing in the hallway, just hanging up his phone.

“Hey, there you are,” he says and starts walking with me. “So have you heard what Michael’s gonna do as a prank?”

I just shrug my shoulders.

“Hasn’t told me.”

“Come on. I’ve seen you two hanging out a lot lately, he must have said something!”

“He hasn’t, really.”

“Seems like you’re getting along quite well.”

“He’s ok.”

“See, I told you so. Glad you got to sort things out. He’s a cool guy.”

“Sure.”

“Alright, see you later, gotta go this way.”

He tuns into another aisle and walks on.

In that moment someone grabs me and pulls me through a door.

He holds my wrist, turns it on my back and shoves me face forward against the wall of the broom cupboard.

His other hand disappears into my panties, rubbing my clit roughly. I can feel his hard dick press against my ass, his jeans are already down.

“God, have you been waiting here with your pants down until I came along?” I laugh.

“I’ll make you stop laughing,” he growls and bits into my shoulder.

“Outch! Easy, dude!”

“Oh come on, we both know you like it rough,” he gasps and even if the way he’s twisting my arm on my back is hurting, it is turning me on like hell.

He lets go and I hear him spit into his hand, coating his cock with my saliva and feel him shoving my panties aside.

I just have enough time to put my hands against the wall for support before he thrusts into me with full force.

It hurts and I yelp but he doesn’t change his pace. He just laughs hoarsely.

“I think it’s about time I get something out of this game, too, don’t you think?”

I can’t say anything. I need all my concentration from preventing myself to scream out loud.

He fucks me merciless, one hand rubbing my clit, the other one squeezing my breasts, wandering higher until it finds my throat, my mouth.

For a second I panic that he’s choking me but the lack of oxygen just intensifies my senses. It takes only seconds until I come and he doesn’t need much longer. He plunges his dick into me a few more times, panting and grunting until he crashes on me.

For a moment we just stand there, breathing heavily, then he turns me around and kisses me passionately.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not in a bad way.”

He looks at his watch.

“As happy as I am about my third win, shit, we have to be back in a minute!”

We quickly straighten our clothes, then he leaves, I wait for a bit until I follow.

When I come to the set, they are about to start again. I let myself fall on my chair and grab a bottle of water.

Wow, that has just been a hell of a fuck. But honey, there’s no way you’re going to repeat this in fifty minutes!

Filming goes on smoothly and I keep counting the minutes. Oh, this is gonna be so good! And I know a lot of people on set will be happy with what I will make Fassbender do.

I leave to make a few copies of tomorrow’s schedule when I hear Richard shout “Cut! Let’s move on to the last scene!” when my phone rings.

“Seems like we have a winner, congratulations!”

I grin. It’s him.

“Everyone on set is going to be a winner tonight.”

“Then tell me, what is my prank going to be?”

I let him know about my glorious plan and he laughs.

“This is actually a great idea, thanks! Too bad I’m not going to get what I wanted this time.”

“You’ll live, dear. You win enough as it is already anyway!”

“Yeah, but you know, I had great plans for you tonight. Too bad you’re never gonna find out.”

“That’s ok.”

“Aren’t you at least a bit disappointed that you’re not gonna have the pleasure of me making you come a fourth time?”

“Those three times have been plenty, thank you. You were quite amazing today!”

“Well, thank you! I tried my best.”

“And you succeeded.”

“You’re too kind. It’s easy though. Seeing you come is a pleasure. Knowing that it’s been me who made you scream, who made you loose control, who made you surrender.”

I pick up my photocopies and start walking back towards the set.

“There is this one moment, that moment when you finally accept that you can’t hold yourself together, that moment when you accept that this is it, when you free your mind, when you let go and just let your senses take over your whole body, when I look at you in just that moment and know that I am the one who got you this far, that’s almost even better than coming myself. That’s pure bliss.”

Oh God.

Hearing his voice, hearing these words, my whole body starts tingling.

“And that little yelp that always escapes your mouth with my first thrust into you, like you’re surprised about what is happening even though it is what you have been yearning for, such a sweet sound.”

I bite my lip. I didn’t know he was paying such attention to me when we fuck.

“Or when I go down on you, when I fuck you with my tongue, when you pull my hair, when you come all over my face, tasting so delicious…”

God damnit, right now, his words are enough to make me wet again.

“By the way, look to your left.”

I turn my head and there he is. Standing in the opening of a huge wardrobe.

He takes my hand and pulls me with him, passing long lines of coat racks until we reach the back of the room.

He grabs my waist, lifts me on a dressing table and kisses me passionately.

“There’s no door,” I try to stop him.

“Shh,” he just whispers and keeps kissing me, shoving my legs apart.

“You’re already wet,” he grins against my mouth and I hear him unzip his pants.

He enters me with a slow, swift move, I bite my lip to stop that yelp he was talking about escape my throat but I just muffle it down.

He fucks me with deep, slow thrusts, his eyes locking with mine and when I come he smiles at me.

“And that, my dear, was number four.”

What a smart ass. Setting this up with his phone call and ending it with this, I can’t even be mad I lost.

“Congratulations, well played, Sir.”

“Thank you,” he grins, “by the way, I liked your idea, I’m gonna use it anyway if that’s ok.”

I laugh.

“Of course it is.”

“And about tonight, I’m going to be at your place at nine. Be there.”

He winks at me and goes back to the set. I follow shortly after.

Just in time to hear Richard shout “Action!”

Fassbender is behind a closed door and is supposed to knock and then join his friends in their living room.

He knocks, one of the actors says “Come in.” And there he is.

Butt-naked.

Entering the room, sitting down on the couch, delivering his lines as he is supposed to. Everyone is holding their breath.

But the other actors are awesome. They all play their scene, all keeping a straight face.

“Cut! That was great. Let’s just try this one more, this time with your clothes on, Michael! This is going straight to the DVD outtakes, by the way!”

The whole studio collapses in laughter and applause and Fassbender stands up, bows proudly and pulls an imaginary hat.

Billy comes over and grins.

“Man, that guy! He’s just so funny! I’m seriously developing a man-crush here. You really didn’t know about this?”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. I guess a lot of people will be very happy if this really makes the DVD.”

We wrap things up pretty quickly and I drive home.

Just taking a quick shower and put on some clean clothes. Fassbender’s going to be here soon. I really wonder what he has planned for tonight after all he’s already done today.

A few minutes later the door bell rings.

I open the door and there he is.

Holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and a pizza box in the other.

“Honey, I’m home and I brought dinner,” he grins.

I invite him in and lead him into the living room. He drops a backpack on the floor and sits down on the sofa.

“Pizza and beer, great start! So what other plans do you have for tonight?”

He goes through his backpack, pulls a few DVDs out and smiles widely.

“Movie night! And guess what’s happening after that?”

“Wild sex?” I suggest carefully.

“Almost. I’m gonna stay over night and there’s going to just be cuddling and maybe the occasional spooning.”

I stare at him.

Excuse me?

What?

“So, what’s it gonna be first? ‘The Godfather’ or ‘Back to the future’?”