Bria noticed the looks she was getting as she was making her way behind Justin towrds the doors of the club. It definitely wasn't as easy to leave than it was to get in. It was almost like Justin was fighting to make room, and the crowd was trying to keep him in. After a good ten minutes of pushing and struggling, they made it outside. As the bouncer wished them a good night, girls in the line shouted his name. He only smiled and gave a small wave as his 2008 Mercedes SLR McLaren roadster convertable in silver with the top up, pulled smoothly up to the curb. The valet hopped out quickly and opened the passenger door. Justin slipped him a bill and helped Bria into the car. Closing the door behind her, he rounded the hood and got in and closed the door just in time for the paparazzi to swarm in.
"I hate this part. Sometimes this is so bad it's not even worth coming out." He said, looking around him, then coasting, not even stepping on the gas, he slowly began pulling away from the curb.
"I'm sure leaving with a girl doesn't help any either."
"Well, it'll be good exposure for you."
"I'm not thinking about that. I'm looking forward to our evening." She ran a hand slowly up his leg from his knee. He smiled at her.
"Me too. If I could just get out of here. Move!" He shouted through the window. Bria laughed and smiled for the cameras. As the paparazzi began to thin, Justin began to urge the car on. Soon enough they were speeding through town, then made their way into the winding roads of Beverly Hills.
Bria tried frantically to think of something to say. Something that was clever, and would interlude to their evening. She didn't want to ask him about work, that wasn't sexy, and that's what they were going to do. Then it hit her.
"So I have this scene I'll have to do, and I'm a little nervous about it, being on camera and all, and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me out." She lied about the nervous part, but she had his interest.
He looked at her and smiled. "What is it?"
"Well, I was hoping that you'd have a video camera. It doesn't have to be on, but just so I can get used to it being in the room," she paused, adding drama. "It's this scene where I have to do a strip tease-" she brought her hands up to the top button on her shirt and undid it slowly.
"For sure I can help you with that." He grinned, excited.
"I have to do this strip tease until I'm wearing only my bra, panties and high heels-" she looked over at him shyly, undoing another button, watching him watch her hands and hang on every word she said. "and then I have to improv a little sexy dance, and then we have a love scene where he ties me up-"
"I think we'll be able to practice that." He said reassuringly, as he flew up his long driveway. He threw his car into park, killed the engine and jumped out of the car. He ran over to her side, and picked her up right out of the car. He closed the door with a hard push of his foot, and carried her over his shoulder straight into his bedroom. He gave her ass a smack before he put her down. "I'll be right back." He dashed out of the room while Bria went into the huge bathroom attached to the bedroom. Brown tile, white marble countertops and shiny yellow brass everywhere. Double checking her makeup in the mirror, she pushed at her hair a little, then wandered back into the bedroom to find Justin setting up a camera on a tripod.
"Awesome. I'm glad you could help me out with this." She slipped a hand between his legs and gave him a soft squeeze when he bent over to aim the camera. He began to work faster, pushing buttons at lightning speed. Bria laughed softly, then went to stand in front of the bed. She sat and slowly spread her legs.
"Do you want it on?" She asked as he watched her through the view finder. She brought her hand over herself. "Good distance?"
"Oh yeah. And it's on."
She nodded. "For practice. Are you getting this?" She slipped a couple fingers into her panties, looking into the camera, giving a half smile.
"Definitely."
"Good. Now you get to sit on the side of the bed." She motioned him to come over with her other hand. Standing, she let Justin sit on the right side of the bed. She stood in front of him and began playing out her imaginary scene.

Chapter Fifteen