Bette cackled, “What?” Her arm moved around Tina’s hip and stroked her ass under her nightshirt.

“I’m serious,” Tina nodded at a still laughing Bette. “Ben and Annie came into my office today and told me that you are the, and I quote, the milf they need.”

Bette continued laughing and gently slapped Tina’s bum. “Shut up!”

“No, I’m serious. Ben said you are like old Hollywood glamor.” Tina found the words turning her on again and she pressed her body into Bette, her hand bringing one of Bette’s knees between her legs. “It’s quite the compliment, and definitely true.”

Tina watched a blush rise in Bette’s cheeks, her eyes suddenly demure as she looked at her wife. “But I’m not an actor. And I-”

“-hate the business, I know. But they want you and it’s not a speaking part. You’d just have to stand there and look beautiful really.”

Bette could feel Tina subtly shift against her knee. She searched the hazel eyes for the culprit of Tina’s sexual energy. Bette didn’t know if it was frustration or jealousy. Or was it encouragement or something else hidden about how Tina really felt about it.

“Can I think about it?”

“Sure.”

Tina’s hands were wandering under Bette’s shirt, tracing circles around her nipples. Her mouth grazed over Bette’s ear when she felt them stiffen.

“I would be your boss.” Tina whispered, dropping her tongue under the lobe.

“Oooh, can we fuck in your trailer?” Bette turned her head in search of Tina’s mouth, their tongues clashing like magnets.

Tina rolled on top of Bette holding her arms on either side of the brunette’s head. Their hips rolled into each other, an unrivaled rhythm that would bring them both to ecstasy.

“Maybe.”

“I could say I’m sleeping with the boss.”

Tina let out an indulgent groan, gyrating her entire body against Bette. Her clit stiffened over Bette’s as she took her top off and started to massage her own breasts. Bette grabbed Tina’s soft hips, rocking them hard and fast against each other. Tina bit back her bottom lip as she fondled her own nipple with one hand and moved her other onto Bette’s abs. Bette licked two fingers before pushing them into Tina.

Bette longingly watched Tina’s body writhe, her fingers disappearing in and out of her wife as she rode her.

“Bette! Ohhh fuck me, like that.” Tina started to rub her own clit furiously as she pumped up and down on her wife’s fingers.

“That’s it T. Come for me, now.” Bette sat up to suck the breath from her wife with every thrust. She was close too.

Tina came hard against Bette, crashing their bodies back onto the bed, still rubbing against each other until Bette followed.

“Holy shit, baby.” Tina’s words were interrupted with shallow breaths.

“So,” Bette began, brushing Tina’s sweaty hair out of her face. “Did I get the part?”

Tina chuckled holding her forehead against Bette’s and placing a wet kiss on Bette’s cheek. Her fingertips traced Bette’s mouth and along her jawline.

“I think I’m ready for my close-up, Mrs. Porter-Kennard.”