In Her Arms (Indigo Lounge #4)

6. Goldie

6

GOLDIE

T he shoot ended at eleven that night. Goldie hadn’t expected it to go on for as long as it had, and she felt like her knees were going to lock at any second. It wasn’t like her trailer was too far from set. Still, she desperately wished for a golf cart and an Aperol Spritz so she could relax. Being ferried around on the back of a cart with a drink in hand would certainly be better than walking. Maybe she could sweep a handsome, butch stranger inside her trailer for a little well-earned stress relief.

She saw Cameron join her on the walk out of the corner of her eye. The company would be nice.

“Here. Grabbed you one of these before catering closed for the night.”

Cameron was holding a disposable cup, steam rising out of the hole in the lid. Goldie took it, taking the lid off, and realized that it was black tea with honey and lemon. This had become her usual on set. She didn’t think Cameron would have remembered, but then, it was her job after all.

“Thank you. You’re a sweetheart.” She took slow sips of the liquid gold.

Doing dozens of takes of a scene was hell on your throat, and her voice had become scratchy. Hours of repeating the same words and being micromanaged by the director meant that Goldie was fit for nowhere but bed. She felt bone-deep exhaustion overtake her and tried to fight it off with the tea. Cameron kept walking beside her.

“You gonna stay with me, eh?” she asked, swaying a little as she walked.

“My bag is in your trailer,” Cameron replied, not looking her directly in the face.

“Oh, right. You don’t mind hanging out with me for a little while? Are you afraid people will think something? I’ve seen your looks.”

“I do what I get paid to do, Goldie.”

“Everything is so professional with you. Honestly, would it kill you to loosen up a little? It might do you some good, actually.”

“Respectfully, Goldie, work isn’t a place where I would typically want to ‘loosen up.’ Besides, I’ve got a perfectly good apartment I can go home to.”

“Ahh, of course. God, I can’t wait to get back to living out of hotels. The views are so much nicer. You got anybody to come home to?”

Silence.

“Come on, Cameron, it’s just me! You having any fun outside of work? A secret wife? Sexy cougar girlfriend? Seriously, I need some new goss. All I can think about is lines, lines, lines.”

“Goldie, I really don’t feel like having this conversation.”

“You never feel like talking! Honestly, I thought we were making progress. I want to get to know you. You might want more PA work after you’re finished here.”

“In six weeks, you’ll never see me again.”

“No way. In six weeks, we’ll be at the wrap party arranging to go out for drinks once I’m back from that press tour. I guarantee it. You’ll have a little voice in the back of your head going”—Goldie’s voice deepened in an imitation of Cameron—“‘Wow, Goldie was right. Having some fun and opening up to people instead of being stoic and obedient really changed my life for the better. She’s so smart and sexy; I can’t wait to go to the movies and drink cocktails on a rooftop with her.’”

“You really have no idea what I’m like outside of work. Does that bother you?”

“Honestly, Cameron, it does! You have no discernable personality?—”

“Excuse you. I have plenty of personality.”

“Look at that, some life! Fucking finally. I was beginning to think I would never see it.”

“Why are you like this, Goldie? Is this your sense of humor?”

“That’s a question people have been asking—I mean that exact phrasing— since the dawn of time. You see, it started when my mother?—”

Snap. Goldie felt one of her costume heels break under her and stumbled, falling to the ground in an inelegant mess of perfectly tailored suit and wild blonde hair, making a soft but indignant grunt. She went red.

She still had her tea in her hand, and, miraculously, it hadn’t spilled. On the ground, pantihose ripped at the knees, heel broken, hair like a nest on her head, she felt unbearably embarrassed. Still, keeping her mask up, she looked up at Cameron and took a sip.

Cameron, to her credit, had frozen. This was the first time she had actually not done something when Goldie needed help, and she was sure it wasn’t coming from a place of defiance or contempt, just shock. Sure enough, once the moment had passed, Cameron stooped. She went to place her hand in Cameron’s, but instead, Cameron’s hand slid down and gripped at her forearm.

Goldie had not needed to be picked up off of the ground—at least not in a literal sense—in several years. She had forgotten this was normal and didn’t remember until she was able to overcome the strong wave of… something that washed through her at Cameron’s touch. She grabbed Cameron’s forearm and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. “Damn these fucking heels. I’ve felt wobbly all day. I’ve gotta tell costuming about this; otherwise, they’ll think I broke them on purpose.” She picked up the broken heel off of the ground and, taking the other shoe off, braced herself for the walk back to her trailer barefoot. Heels in one hand, nearly empty cup of tea in the other, she didn’t imagine she looked presentable. Cameron didn’t seem to care. Goldie would have assumed she was nearly unflappable if she hadn’t spent the past few weeks learning exactly how to push all her buttons.

She was desperate to peel back her layers and find out what was underneath.

The pavement was sharp against Goldie’s bare feet, as pavement tended to be, and the general state of the set meant there were little bits of debris everywhere. She tried not to let it show on her face that this walk felt like the world’s worst acupuncture appointment. She failed miserably. It was becoming more tiring and miserable by the second.

“Hang on, wait a second,” she said as she bent to put one heel back on, preparing to hop.Suddenly, Cameron was right next to her, bending to pick her up.

“Hang on a second. What are you?—”

Swoop.

She was in Cameron’s arms, her own arms looped over her shoulders and her chin pressed into her neck.

That was good. That was very good because her face was the same color as beetroot. She felt hot all over, a heat that flowed through her so intense she thought that in the cool night air she would let off steam.

It seemed like this was satisfying for Cameron. She had no way of knowing, of course, because she couldn’t see Cameron’s face, but Cameron was quiet to the point of stoicism on the walk back to the trailer. Goldie assumed that once they had arrived at the trailer she would be put down, but no. Instead, Cameron carried her bridal-style through the doorway, pushing the handle of the door down with her elbow. Goldie was too stunned to speak, making nothing but a squeaking noise as Cameron carried her underneath the small doorway and threw her unceremoniously onto the bed, the now-empty cup flying out of her hand.

She was on fire. There was no other way of describing it. Still, she had no idea whether Cameron was doing it on purpose or not. Her shoes were...somewhere; she had let them go mid-air. When Cameron stooped down at the end of her bed, she presumed she would’ve picked them up.

If things went the way she was hoping they would go, this might be her last chance to get a word in edgeway.

“You seem particularly fond of throwing me around. You got some things you need to get out of your system, Cameron?” She put on her best sickly-sweet voice, poking fun in between shallow breaths. Cameron looked up from the foot of the bed.

She looked ravenous. Cheeks stained high with a pink flush, her hair messily pushed back out of her face, eyes locked onto Goldie’s like they were the only thing in the room. Cameron tossed the empty cup over her shoulder.

“You could probably do with some stress relief yourself, Goldie.”

Goldie shivered. Cameron’s voice was measured, audibly restrained, dripping with implication. She genuinely didn’t have a witty comeback to that.“What?” asked Cameron, smiling. “Can’t get it as good as you give?”

Bait. At this stage, she would take anything.

“You haven’t given me much to take yet.”

Suddenly, Cameron leaped onto the bed, her breath heaving, and she was on all fours hovering above Goldie’s legs.

And with a voice as smooth as honey, she said, “You want something to take?”

A moment. A knife’s edge.

“Maybe I do.”

“Maybe I have something to give,” Cameron replied. Like a cat through the underbrush, she slowly climbed up the length of Goldie’s body, keeping her eyes on her face, which was contorted into a silent, desperate plea.

She was reaching her face now, her arms either side of her head, boxing her in without keeping her from moving. If she really, really wanted to, she could have shoved Cameron off her, sworn at her violently, and they would never have had to acknowledge it again.

She wouldn’t have been able to bear it, she realized. This was what she wanted. This was what she had wanted this entire time.

In the torturous moments right before Cameron leaned in to kiss her, she muttered, “I don’t think... This can’t be anything else.”

Goldie knew her lines, knew what to say to get what she needed.

“Who says I want anything else? You’re a pain in the ass. You’re a diva. You’re pushing my goddamn buttons all the time. But you are fucking hot.”

Cameron finally visibly relaxed and lowered to kiss her. Her lips were soft, her breath tasted strongly of coffee, and her hands stayed firmly planted either side of Goldie’s head. S=he couldn’t help it. She wanted Cameron to touch her. Taking the lead, she took one hand and placed it gently on the nape of Cameron’s neck, snaking the other one around to the small of her back. Cameron took the hint and gently lowered herself on one elbow, taking the other hand and placing it on Goldie’s hip. Goldie let out a small gasp.

Cameron’s smile shifted from hungry to smug, and she shot Goldie a grin before diving in to kiss her neck. The soft kisses she started with tickled, and Goldie laughed softly, but Cameron’s attention intensified. Goldie’s hand fisted in her hair, and she squeezed her thighs together.

“You need some attention, huh? Don’t you get enough already?” Cameron teased.

“Not the kind of attention you could give me,” Goldie responded.

“Oh, so you want my attention?” Cameron asked, gradually moving down Goldie’s body again. “That’s very interesting. Tell me more about that.”

“Well, if you must know, that first day when I said you were the exact type of woman who could distract me, I wasn’t joking. Okay, so I was joking around, but I did mean it—” Goldie was interrupted by Cameron skillfully whipping off her skirt. Her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip.

“You’re very eager, aren’t you?” Goldie asked.

“I am,” replied Cameron

Cameron’s honesty shouldn’t have shocked her. If nothing else, Cameron had proven herself to be honest…or at least willing to speak her mind. It was more the proximity that threw her off more than anything, with Cameron wanting to breach that previously closed gap. Goldie knew why, at least for carnal reasons, but felt a little spark of affection all the same. She wanted her.

Cameron had removed her underwear and tossed them near her skirt.

Gently, Cameron nudged Goldie’s knees apart with her hand. Goldie let out a breathy laugh. After the previous manhandling, she couldn’t believe that Cameron would be this gentle, could be this gentle. Cameron looked up at her, a silent question of consent.

Goldie knew the answer would be yes; at this stage, Cameron could have asked her to do many terrible things and she knew the answer would have been yes. She nodded. Cameron smiled and slowly pushed her tongue toward her swollen clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Cameron breathed.

Goldie was so overstimulated she was already bucking and a little shaky, but as Cameron began to circle laps with her mouth, Goldie saw that her shaggy cropped hair, normally dashing, was falling into her eyes. She bundled her hands in Cameron’s hair, pushing it back off of her face and allowing for eye contact that burned directly into Goldie. She shivered again, both at the work of Cameron’s incredibly talented tongue and the satisfaction in her eyes. It was like the mere act of pleasing Goldie was enough to please Cameron. She arched against the bed, trying to stifle any indignant noises, but Cameron stopped and hovered, maintaining eye contact.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

Goldie couldn’t do anything other than nod, trying to keep her breathing steady. She could feel her heartbeat thumping against her chest, speeding up as Cameron dipped down and flicked her tongue against her clitoris. Teasing her. Using all of her mouth to please her. This time, she didn’t stifle herself, and her reward was Cameron growing more and more intense, each moan and grunt an encouragement.

Goldie grew louder as the minutes passed, her back arching and flexing against the mattress. Cameron was making quick work of her, and she felt heat build in the pit of her stomach. It would have been a little humiliating if Cameron wasn’t also literally at her beck and call. She wanted to be able to repay her; she wanted to worship her. This couldn’t be the last time. She hoped it wasn’t the last time.

Her fingers tangled in Cameron’s hair meant that she was able to keep a small sense of control, holding her tongue wherever she wanted it. Still, Cameron was the one doing all of the work, and it was working.

“I want you to bend over now. Can you do that for me?” Cameron asked in an assertive tone which made Goldie’s head rush.

“Yes” was the only word she could summon the energy to respond with as she flipped over and got on all fours.

“I knew you would be pure filth ,” Cameron said as she brought her body closer behind. Her hands softly stroked over Goldie’s thighs. Cameron rubbed her swollen wetness, teasing Goldie slowly. Gently, she pushed in two fingers, her breath louder, excited by the view. With fingers curled slightly, she began pushing deeper. Slipping in and out, faster and harder. Goldie pushed herself back against Cameron’s fingers. Wanting it. Wanting more. She wanted everything Cameron could give.

The pace quickened, and Goldie reached down and massaged her clit in time with the thrusts from Cameron.

Heat pooled in her stomach and thighs as she shook toward an intense finish. “Fuck!” Goldie panted as she came harder than she had in a very long time.She couldn’t have guessed when Cameron had first walked into her trailer that they would end up like this. She never expected to get this kind of reaction from her. But she liked it.

Goldie collapsed on the bed, her breath heavy and body like jelly. She could feel Cameron move away from behind her and get off the bed.

Goldie watched her walk through the doorway and return a few moments later with tissue and clean underwear, leaving them on the end of the bed.

“I need to get home.” Cameron leaned in the doorway, her expression neutral.

Goldie nodded in return, unsure of what exactly she could say. She was rusty, to say the least.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Cameron finished, before turning to leave.

“See you then,” Goldie replied, her voice breathy in a way she did not expect.