A singer, Rob couldn’t believe they’d picked a singer to co-star with him. Hell, his last picture had been nearly dragged down by a no-talent pretty girl, flavor-of-the-month blonde. The director had just barely saved the thing by pumping in more of Rob’s action work and leaving most of the romantic subplot on the cutting room floor. After that misery, he had to work with a black girl who’d never even acted in films before. Oh yeah, this was going to be lots of fun! As he sat in his trailer watching a few of Ramona’s music videos, Rob had to admit the kid was a looker. Her sleek brown body moved like a jaguar. She had just enough breasts to draw a man’s attention, they rode firm and high on a well toned body. Her shapely, dancer’s legs led to a nice round, slight protruding butt that the lady certainly knew how to shake. A very useful skill if they were making a musical. Rob didn’t do musicals. He did action pictures.

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His prolonged sulk was broken by a knock on the door. When he opened it he was staring directly into Ramona’s large green eyes. Oh yeah, the lady was definitely a looker. She heard the music coming from the television. “Well, at least you’ve got good taste in music,” she chided, “May I come in?” Rob was just dressed in a white tee shirt and gym shorts. His well-tanned muscular body was on fine display. Ramona’s pink silk blouse was unbuttoned enough to show a generous portion of her cleavage. Her tight white slacks also didn’t leave very much to the imagination. Read more