“Yep, the new wardrobe supervisor, Elsie James,” John answers him almost bashfully.
“Oh, yeah? You finally gonna bite the bullet like the rest of us and settle down,” Bubba teases him and gives him a good firm swat on his back.
John can feel the heat rising in his face as a blush creeps over him. He shakes his head once saying, “Now, let’s not jump to conclusions, my man.”
“You can’t shit a shitter, John,” Bubba laughs as he pulls on John’s shoulder. “I have never seen, or heard, you talk about a woman for as long as I’ve known you. And here you are, bringing this one flowers...to her job, no less. I’m here to tell ya, you’ve got it bad.”
John shrugs his shoulders laughing, “We shall see, Bubba.”
Over Bubba’s shoulder, John catches a glimpse of someone.
“No fucking way, it can’t be,” he says aloud, to himself.
“What is it?” Bubba asks, looking over his shoulder in the direction of John’s gaze.
“Is that guy over there named Rico?” John asks hating to even ask it.
Saying it out loud would make it real.
“Yeah, Rico Santiago, he started out here a few weeks ago. Strange guy but nice enough,” Bubba looks towards Rico then back to John. Bubba’s eyes narrow slightly, “Why?”
“That son of a bitch joined the gym I go to and he’s been nothing but a royal pain in the ass.”
John decides to leave out the details. He knows information is given more freely if you stop and listen rather than ask questions. He worries that he might have already said too much.
“Really, huh? He seems like a smart ass, but he’s been pleasant enough to everyone, asks some questions and tries to be friendly, in his own way,” John says looking, over at Rico a little more intently.
“Huh, maybe it’s just me then,” John shrugs trying to appear indifferent. What he really wants to do is grab Rico by the neck, slam him against the wall, and tell him to get the fuck out and never come back.
“Maybe, everybody can’t love ya,” Bubba turns his attention back to John giving him a wink and pointing his chin at the flowers.
“Hah, I guess not,” John laughs at his joke. “But what is he doing on set?”
“He’s working security, like us, but the studio brought him in from a private company.”
“Are you shitting me?!” John asks incredulously, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
“Nope, totally serious,” Bubba shakes his head but doesn’t offer any more information.
The tight-lip does is not unnoticed by John. He looks back and forth between Rico and Bubba, hoping his friend will reveal a little more information.
He doesn’t.
“Ok, then, I guess I’ve been away longer than I thought. I might need to hang around the set a little more.”
“It would be good to have you around,” Bubba smiles. His demeanor shifting slightly. The change would be unnoticed by someone with less training at identifying changes in human behavior, but John’s life had depended on those skills for so many years, that he could read the shift like a neon sign.
“Point me in the direction of the wardrobe trailer, would ya, please,” John smiles, acting out his part.
“Let me walk you, I need to get my blood pumping anyway, it’s a little chilly out here today.’
The two men begin to walk through the organized maze of trailers in the huge parking lot, which UE Studios has taken over to use for a set. John fights the urge to turn around when he feels a set of eyes burning into his back, he knows who they belong to.
*
“What are you doing here?” Elsie exclaims, when she opens the door to her trailer and sees John. And the huge bundle of roses sitting next to him He’s reclined, with his feet resting on the tiny desk that holds Elsie’s sewing machine. “And how the hell did you get on set?” she laughs. She’s really happy, but a bit surprised, to see him.
“Don’t underestimate my abilities, Angel, it’s celebration day,” John smiles mischievously at her. “Is it a happy surprise, Elsie?” he asks, winking at her.
“Hell, yeah, it’s a happy surprise,” she squeals, as she climbs onto his lap like a monkey, taking his face in her hands. Her mouth takes his, hard, rough, and demanding, her tongue consuming his mouth hungrily.
John slides one hand under her ass as he lowers his feet to the floor. He stands and walks to the door, taking Elsie with him. He locks it with one hand, while holding her with his other massive arm, never breaking the kiss. He turns and sets her bottom down on the desk, then yanks her hoodie, shirt, and bra up, exposing her breasts.
He pulls his mouth from hers groaning, “I’ve wanted these in my mouth all week,” his voice is low and gravelly.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans, almost growling, from somewhere low and deep in her throat, “I love it when you go all Hulk on me. It’s so damn sexy.”
“Angel, you have no idea, yet, of all the ways I want to take you, but you will,” John says huskily.
His greedy mouth captures a nipple and sucks it deeply into his mouth, while his tongue assaults the tip.
“Oh God, John…,” Elsie moans throwing her head back and pushing herself into his mouth, begging for more.
He answers her need. His hands quickly undoing her pants, then pulling them down and off her feet, taking her shoes with them. Elsie’s hands fumble with John’s belt, button, and zipper, as John’s fingers are busy playing with her pussy.
“You’re so wet already, Angel,” he grinds out, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
“It happened the minute I saw you, Mountain Man,” Elsie pants out.
Elsie pushes his pants down and frees his straining erection.
“Now, John, fuck me now,” Elsie growls.
“Yes, Angel, but it’s going
