Quickies in Love

"Sym! where did you put those scripts," her producer asked as he ran flustered into their trailer. She was filming her last movie before she took a well deserved break for a year. She wanted to buy a small house in the country, settle down. "I don't know," she said looking up from her script, "ask Pavlov."

Carter Dark was sitting in his car waiting for his charge to get done for the day. He had been driving for Symphonie Ajax for three weeks. The company had told him it was only for a couple months, back and forth to the movie sets and then depending what she was doing during her break, he might have to drive around a few times a day. it wasn't a bad job and it paid well, but Symphonie struck him as a bit of a stuck up. Not as bad as Britney or JLo though.

"Thats a wrap!" the voice boomed over the loud speaker. Symphonie sighed and removed the gun from her holster and handed it over to the prop manager. she then removed the badge from around her neck as well, "It was fun playing a cop.." she grinned at her co-star as the two of them went to change back into their own clothes.

"Yeah?" he said into the phone when it rang. It was one of the stage managers calling him to tell him that Symphonie was almost done. Hanging up he pulled the black sedan around to the sound-stage entrance and put his hat on his head before getting out and waiting next to the back door. It would be a few minute wait, but it wasn't that hot out today.

Symphonie kissed Tucker Clark on both cheeks and thanked him for being such a gracious partner and reminded him to call her. She then hopped down the stairs and toward the car. Her cell phone rang as she got to it, "Ajax," she answered, smiled at the driver and climbed into the car.

The door closed with a soft thud and Carter got into the front seat. "Where to miss?" he asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt her too much since she was talking on the phone.

Covering the mouth of her phone she leant forward and looked at him. She had been too tired to really notice him, "what's your name?"

"Carter, Miss," he said before silently adding, 'just like I told you a dozen times already.'

"oh," she said sitting back, "Lose the miss and we will get along fine...As for where I am going, all I want to do is get home and go to bed."

"As you wish," he said and turned around. It would take most of an hour to get back up into the hills to where she lived. Shifting the car into drive he headed out of the movie lot and towards the freeway. 'If I don't call her Miss,' he thought to himself, 'what do I call her, Symphonie?'

Symphonie finished with her agent on the phone and leant forward again, "Carter?"

The chauffeur looked at his charge through the rearview mirror. "Yes?"

"Have you eaten lunch yet?"

It was a rule that one did not eat with the charge in the car or if you wouldn't be ready to pick up the client within fifteen minutes. "No, I haven't, but I'll get something after I get you home, unless you are hungry now. I can take you anywhere you'd like."

"Are you always like this?"

"Like what, Miss Ajax?"

"Stop that!" she said, "My name is Symphonie...Sym for short..and are you always this stuck up?"

"Sorry.. Symphonie. I'm just doing the job." Carter was a little confused. This was the most she had talked to him in two weeks. Usually she was either talking on the phone or talking to one of her friends. "I'm not trying to be difficult."

"Oh," she said simply, "Take me home then."

"Very well, Symphonie." He entered the freeway and started towards the hills. Traffic wasn't heavy and speeds were high as they usually were in Los Angeles.

Symphonie rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.. Soon she was fast asleep, dreaming of a faceless man who would come and whisk her away.

The trip went faster than he imagined and soon he was off the freeway and on the winding two lane road that lead up to Miss Ajax's home. The drive was gated and he typed in the access code. "We're here Symphonie."

Symphonie moaned and rolled over away from the voice. She didn't want her dream to end. The voice was calling to her but a hand kept on shaking her. Batting the hand away she snuggled back into the leather.

Carter tapped on her shoulder again. "Symphonie, you are home." He'd be just as happy leaving here there, but he needed to take the car back. "Symphonie?"

"What?" she moaned sleepily opening her eyes and looking around.

"You are home."

"oh," she said grabbing her purse and slipping on her sunglasses, "Thank you." She walked up to the front door. Stopping she turned around, "you sure you don't want some lunch?"

Carter shrugged, even though it was against the rules, he was hungry. "Alright." Closing the door, he climbed the steps.

Smiling, Symphonie walked through the lobby and dropped her purse onto the small table then exited into the kitchen. She stuck her head into the fridge and began searching, "would you like a ham sandwich, turkey sandwich, chicken sandwich or a bologna sandwich?"

Carter followed her into the kitchen and couldn't help but notice her shapely rear as it stuck out of the fridge. The urge to ask her if she wanted the bologna stick went through his mind, but he resisted it. "The chicken please."

"Al-righty," she replied and pulled out what she needed for the sandwich. She made two along with two glasses of orange juice then placed them on the island, "Have a seat Carter," she motioned to a stool in front of the plates. she took the other.

"Thank you," he said quietly and set his hat down on the table and took a seat. "Have you decided where you are going to go on your vacation Symphonie?"

"I don't know," she told him truthfully, "I want somewhere that I can go to disappear."

"Why do you want to disappear? Can't be that bad being you."

She laughed, "thats what every one thinks. How do you like your privacy intruded on?"

"I wouldn't like it. But you could always choose not to be in the spotlight, right?" Carter hadn't been this willing to talk to any of his clients, but she did invite him in after-all. It would be rude not to talk at all.

Smiling she took a sip from her glass, "not really," she said, "but I aim to try."

"Well, I wish you luck in that regard." Carter took a bite from his sandwich and contemplated who he'd end up driving for after Symphonie left on her self induced isolation.

"I wouldn't be too hurried to go away just yet," she grinned, "I called your boss and asked him if he could spare you for a while..Just until I get settle..."

"You... what?" Carter put down his sandwich and looked at his client. He was used to being ordered around, but this seemed a bit much. "How long and where?"

"He didn't say you had to so relax," she bit into her sandwich and chewed. She swallowed and looked at him, "he said if you wanted it was alright, and that you would have a job if you decided to go with me."

'But I wouldn't have a life,' he thought to himself. "Depends on where it is to. But why me? Do you need a driver for where you are going?" If she was headed to the Bahamas or something, they would definitely supply their own.

"I don't just need any driver," she got up to place her plate in the dish washer along with her glass and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. Uncorking it she drank some then walked back to sit down, "I know you, I'm used to you. If you don't want to then tell me so. You would be paid by the company, I would pay you."

Carter was sort of surprised, he didn't think he meant that much to her. "I can probably be convinced to go for a short time."

"You haven't heard where we were going yet," she grinned as she looked at him through her lashes as she drank more water from the bottle.

"You said you didn't know, so I figure you'd let me know when you found out." Carter finished his sandwich and took a drink of water. "Where are you going?"

"Prague," she said simply.

"Prague?" It certainly wasn't the obvious answer he was expecting, but for a driver who used to drive professionally, Eastern Europe would prove an interesting challenge. "Sounds interesting. Why Prague?"

"I've always wanted to go there," she shrugged, "its old, and beautiful..."

"Yes it is. When would you be leaving?"

"In about a week," she said recovering her bottle, "would that be alright?"

When it came right down to it, he had very little holding him here. No family, not a lot of friends and the money had to be good if he was going out of the country. "Yeah, I'm sure we can work something out."

She beamed happily, "I want to take a shower and have a nap," she told him, "your welcome to stay here if for a bit if you like. The gym is in the basement through that door," she turned and pointed, "the pool is out there," she pointed, "and the living room and movies are back the way we came."

Carter nodded, "I'll find something to do, thanks."

She nodded to him and left the kitchen. She climbed the winding staircase. At the top, she walked along the hall to the final bedroom and shoved the door open. Closing it behind her, she stripped immediately and went for the shower.

The Chauffeur walked around the house for a bit, taking in the size of the place. It was pretty large and he wondered who would look in on it when they went to Prague. The question of why she really wanted him to go kept going through his mind. Maybe it was just what she had said, but he wasn't sure. Shrugging, he walked up some back stairs to check out the rest of the house, not realizing that upstairs is where Symphonie headed.

Symphonie hummed to herself as the water poured over her. She closed her eyes and let the water run down and glistened off her mocha colored skin. She shower was reviving her and it felt great. She heard a sound but paid it no attention.

Carter walked down the large hall, to the left, there was a railing looking over the lower floor, to the right were a series of doors. They were all open but one. He heard water running and figured that was where Symphonie was, so he didn't open it.

Singing, she wrapped a large towel around her body and walked into the main area for the bedroom. She climbed onto the large bed and closed her eyes, ~"I'll just rest for two seconds....~ she thought

The sound of running water shutting off brought Carter out of his contemplating state. He turned from the railing and saw a pair of dark skinned legs on the bed of the master bedroom. Intrigued, he walked over to the door and looked inside. Symphonie was lying there looking immaculate in her towel. He was tempted to stay and watch, but instead he took a step back and contemplated whether to say or to go for the day.

She drifted off to sleep. A shower after a long day always made her sleep. She snuggled into the pillows.

Carter watched her moved from across the room. She was beautiful and though he knew he shouldn't, he walked into the room and up to the bed. She moved slowly, like a dream was in charge of her movements. As she rolled over, the place where she tucked the towel between her breasts came undone. His hand was shaking as he reached out and lifted the towel slightly, pulling it back until it exposed one of her breasts. It looked better than he had imagined and his mind was almost overwhelmed with the sight.

The dream was more than she had ever had before. She shifted and moaned slightly. The heat was driving her insane but she didn't want it to end.

He exposed her other breast by letting the towel fall off of it. Her body was now laid out bare in front of him, from her pouty breasts to the finely shaved region between her legs. Carter pulled off his coat and loosened his tie before kneeling next to the bed to watch the woman sleep. He was transfixed as he watched her nipples grow hard and then soft as whatever in her mind turned her on. Finally after the longest time, he leaned forward and tentatively stuck his tongue out, barely touching her breast with it's tip.

"oh!" the sound came from her as she arched her back off the bed. She gasped for air and whispered something before rolling onto her side.

Fear pierced his mind as he thought she had woke up and he almost jumped right out of the room, but she hadn't and he returned to his spot next to the bed. She was lying on her side now, towards the edge of the bed. She looked so peaceful and lustful. It was infuriating that he couldn't just do what he wanted without waking her up. Instead, he leaned forward again and this time ran his tongue over her nipple again before sucking on it gently.

The man of her dreams had a face in her dream. It was Carter Dark. He was waking her body up with passion she hadn't felt in years. She moaned and reached out in her sleep to grab his head and moved it to where she wanted it. Down the flat valley between her breasts. From one nipple to the other and back again. She began rubbing her thighs together.

It was surprising, more so than anything he had felt so far. He didn't want her to wake up, so he allowed her to move his head around and he licked or sucked what was presented to him. As she did, he watched her legs rub back and forth. Knowing that it was too late to stop, he reached down and ran his fingers through the short cut yet curly hair between her legs and pushed his fingers down farther, but gently, until the tips became wet.

"mmm," left her throat. He was smiling down at her with hot eyes and she felt his finger moving down her body. Her back shot off the bed however when he slowly inserted one finger into her, "Carter," she whispered.

"I'm here," he said. Carter pressed a finger up against her clit and rubbed it against her pubic bone for a moment, enjoying the sound it produced. Finally he pulled himself away from her and took off his tie, shirt, and pants, leaving only a pair of black boxers. Gently rolling her onto her back, Carter climbed on-top of her and pressed his body against hers, knowing it would wake her up.

Sym gasped as pleasure shot down her spine and something pressed sweetly against her. She opened her eyes. At first she was in that daze state between sleep and reality but her eyes flew open when she felt the heat against her, "Carter?" she whispered.

Carter leaned down and kissed her cheek, and chewed lightly on her neck instead of answering.

"oh god," she let out. pushing him away didn't even cross her mind. She wanted him, why else would have been dreaming up him. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his back then opened her legs the lower part of his body was between her legs. This caused his hard cock to press sweetly against her heat. She groaned and tilted her neck to one side.

With a moment's adjustment he pulled his dick out of his shorts and placed it at her entrance. Slowly he pressed it in, savoring every moment as he slipped deeper into her. The feeling was amazing and as he pressed the last of his manhood into her, he watched her eyes open wide in pleasure and pain.

Her mouth opened but Symphonie was silent. No sound came. He filled her, to the point of stretching her. She moved her hips against him even before he began to move. She couldn't help it, "more," she moaned.

He wanted to go slow, but soon he was pounding against her, He held her so tight he thought that he'd suffocate her, but she was calling out his name which just drove him harder. Carter became more forceful, burying his teeth in her neck, not enough to draw blood, but enough so she definitely knew he was there.

She shoved her head back into the pillows until she felt bed against her head. She kept repeating his name over and over and each time she climaxed she screamed for him louder. His teeth digging into her neck made her eyes teared up in pain but her body shook with a powerful orgasm.

The screams coming from Symphonie spurred him on and soon after her last orgasm, he felt himself become rock hard; he was close. With a final push, he pushed himself as deep as he could, so far that he felt her cervix against his dick. With a hoarse scream, he drove himself hard into her and felt himself spill himself deep within her.

Symphonie slumped back against the bed with him still inside her. Her eyes closed and her body shaking still from the after shocks. She felt blissfully satisfied as her tired arms fell away from around him. The only thing going through her mind was, "Oh Carter!"

Without the adrenaline, Carter couldn't keep himself supported above Symphonie and he collapsed on-top of her. Unfortunately with the coming of sanity back to him, he realized what in fact he had done. He wanted to apologize, to say anything, but looking into her eyes, he was struck dumb, not able to say anything.

She looked at him and saw something in his eyes, "if you say you're sorry swear to god," she spoke a little agitated.

She broke the ice and he realized there wasn't anything to be sorry for. "Nope," he finally said. "If you didn't want it to happen, I'm sure you would have said so by now. Probably before you made nail marks in my back."

Symphonie's cheeks heated up and she lifted her head to press against his chest. She dug her heels into the bed and rolled them over so she was on top. She sat against his groin and looked down at him, "yah I would have said something by now," she said, "though I've never been awaken like that before...Does this mean we are going to Prague?"

"Depends, do I get to drive the car, shoot the gun, and get the girl like James Bond?"

She giggled and reached down to pull his lower lip in between her teeth, "well you get the girl and to drive the car," she ran her tongue down his cheek, "as for the gun," she dropped a kiss below his ear lobe, "I don't know."

He felt her crotch rub against his now reviving member and he smiled. "I'll let you handle the gun I guess. Yeah, were going to Prague."

She cheered and reached down and kissed him long and hard. "Good," she whispered against his lips as she crushed her wetness to him, "because I get to do more of this.."

"No complaints from the Chauffeur", he said after she broke the kiss. Reaching up and grasping her ample breasts in his hands, he massaged them lightly. "Round two?"

"Oh bring it on," she pressed her chest forward.

"Hang on. It's going to be a fun ride."