26. Mistaken identity Maya Mason
Non con November Day 26: Mistaken Identity
Summary: You were only hired to be the coffee runner on set (under Maya, of course as her assistant) but when the film director asks for you to join them on set to film a scene, you go along with a certain push from Maya.
Word count: 2.9k
Pairings: Maya Mason x Reader (mentioned relationship also with Quinn Hackett)
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Mistaken identity, sex between co-workers, boss/employee relationship, swearing, pet names, mention of sex toys, mention of sexual acts, mommy kink, smoking, kissing, groping, heavy petting, vaginal fingering, voyeurism, edging, orgasm denial, semi-public sex
Music: GIRL LIKE ME - Black Eyed Peas, She's A Director - Mechatok, Freek-A-Leek - Petey Pablo, Tap In - Saweetie, Gold Digger - Kanye West, Naughty Girl - Beyonce, Alter Ego - Doechii
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"Tall, blonde. That'll be perfect."
You roll your eyes at the description until it clicks in your overworked brain that Maya is giving you her coffee order and not making a comment on the lead actress standing far away on set. You were certain for a split second that Maya had been ogling her since she walked in.
Maybe she was; you found that to be a very certain thing with Maya.
She rarely, if ever, held back her observations when it came to her sexual appetite.
You jot down her order and quickly make your rounds through the rest of the crew to see if anyone else needs anything before the camera rolls once more. You can feel Maya's gaze on your back as people either bark their order at you or wave you off dismissively. Whatever the reaction, you have everything you need now to make at least a few people on set somewhat happier as they do their job.
You've come back around full circle; back into Maya's orbit. Tucking the tiny memo pad into your pants pocket. you give your boss a quick nod as a means of permission to slip away.
Maya lets her eyes travel the entire length of your body, scoping every inch and lingering here and there before she nods right back at you and gives you that full, teeth-baring smile that sends shivers down your spine.
"I'll come with you. All these stuffy, pretentious assholes are drying up my skin."
It makes no sense but since it's falling from Maya's glossed lips, it's a true statement. Once again, you nod your head and silently wait for her to grab her tactical fanny pack off the back of her chair before following you in step and out the doors and off of set. The sun above you is glaring and you realize, it's even drier out here.
"Coming to make sure I get your order right? Tall? Blonde?"
You've respectfully reached this part in your professional relationship with Maya where you can joke around with her now without getting your head chewed off. She snorts as she brushes her hand near her face, waving off your remark as she digs her phone out of her designer jeans.
You've also reached this part of your on-again-off-again sexual relationship with Maya where you can fall in step with her, maybe a little too close, and give her ass cheek a squeeze.
"Had me wondering for a second if I needed to become tall and blonde."
Maya snorts even louder at your words as she shoots you a hard sideways glance. You've grown on her and you're thankful for it; tucking you under her wing while at work.
Fucking you face down into her mattress while at home.
"Hard to see me chasing blonde tail when both of my girls aren't..."
Maya trails off as you hear the rapid tapping of her nails on her phone screen. Your stomach somersaults.
Both of her girls. You and Quinn.
Maya had been with Quinn long before you had been on the scene. The head of marketing basically hounded you your first week with her goal to make you fold. You were unsure at first; worried if this was some way for her to throw you under the bus and get you fired. Turns out, Maya Mason just really wanted to get into your pants from the first time she saw you.
Maya lingers behind as you grab coffee for her and the crew. She's engaged in whatever is on her phone screen as her fingers move quicker with each second. Her brow furrows but you don't catch it as you try to juggle your phone and the two trays of coffee. Maya, of course, doesn't bother to lend an extra hand.
God forbid she got her designer outfit dirty.
You huff as you fall back beside her and mumble a quick 'all good'. But she doesn't hear it and the look on her face only spells trouble.
It's then she meets your gaze and hands you a smile so devious it makes your blood run cold.
"The director is asking where you ran off to..."
You shake your head, not understanding why she's pinpointing you out. The 'coffee girl'.
"She, and everyone else, asked me to go get them a coffee...they realize someone still has to make it since they're paying for good coffee and not the instant crap, right?"
Maya tilts her head your way before she takes off towards the studio where you both just came from. You try your hardest to put a spring in your step while not dropping everything in your hands. Hot on her heels once again as you try to fall in step with her; keeping the coffee away from her as much as possible in case you do drop it.
"She's asking why you're not ready for the next scene."
It doesn't register. Not at first. Maya leads you back to the studio and, to your surprise, actually reaches out to open the door for you. Little things like that makes you know for certain you're still under Maya's good graces. You mumble a thanks as you slide in back her and beeline it to the folding table where you've been dropping off everyone's coffee for the past week. You rub your hands on the front of your pants and watch as Maya closes the gap between the two of you.
"She thinks you're the lead's love interest for the film. She wants you over there pron fucking to."
You can't tell if Maya is joking with you. The shit eating grin doesn't help neither does the mischievous look in her eye. It's the same goddamn look she gives you the moment before reaching into her bedside table to pull out some sex toy you've never heard or seen before.
It's the look right before she's about to break you.
"Maya..."
"I'm not fucking kidding you here, Babe. She fucking wants you over there. She's certain it's you. You didn't..."
But she cuts herself off before she finishes her thought and watches in the utmost pleasure as your facade wavers.
"I didn't what?"
"Sleep with the director did you? Did she pull you off set the other day and fuck you in her trailer? God...you must have been fucking phenomenal to land that role. I mean you are, I've fucked you what? Close to-"
You raise your hand to her and furiously shake your head no. No. This is all some misunderstanding or some prank; some hazing ritual this director must have with the coffee girl. There is no way in hell she's mistaken you for someone that important in this film.
"Maya. Please. Let's be fucking serious here for a second. I didn't do any of that! I didn't even...fuck, I don't know! Apply for that...how the fuck do you apply to be in a movie when you're not even an actor! I'm not! I work for you! I'm a fucking assistant!"
You watch her as she takes this all in and notice the wheels turning in her head. You keep shaking your head no but of course, Maya is already finding opportunities and knowing how to milk them.
Maya Mason was an unstoppable force when she chose to be.
It felt as if it was happening in slow motion as Maya closed the already small gap between the two of you. Her right hand flat on the table while she used her body to press against yours. Chest to chest; you could almost taste her breath on your lips. Her voice was low and demanding and you felt your stomach drop and the muscles in your legs soften.
The sudden wetness between your legs.
"You get your sweet little ass out there and make Mommy proud. Understood?"
Maya pulls herself away from you, her hand slipping off of the table. You feel her shoulder gently brush against yours and can feel the sparks between you both. Passion and heat; an intensity you've never felt with anyone before.
How can you say no to her egging you on?
How can you say no to her for this opportunity of being able to watch you?
You shake as you move away from the table with the coffee. Your actual purpose for being here. Just the 'coffee girl'; the good little assistant to the higher ups. You don't mind it, never had. It fits you and your lifestyle and you make it work. You're proud of yourself and how far you've come.
Now the next step is something much bigger than you.
You walk past the crew; dozens of people as they get ready for the next take. These are the people who have either ignored you or barked coffee orders at your face. These are the people who don't bat an eye at assistants to the head of marketing.
These are the people who will be forced to watch you alongside Maya.
Under a camera lens for maybe the world to see.
You can't stop shaking as you glide past them and towards the set. The lead actress is there, an A-list celebrity. She's lounging on a couch as extra mil around her. They're shooting a party scene by the looks of it. The house is trashed, her makeup is smudged. She's holding a cigarette in between her fingers that hasn't been lit yet. A bottle of beer has been knocked over and is staining the carpet beneath her feet.
She catches your gaze and gives you a smile.
You return it as you push yourself towards her.
"You ready for the scene?"
The A-lister is smiling at you; batting her fake eyelashes. You want so badly to look over your shoulder and find Maya. You want so badly for her to nudge you on.
You nod your head and smile back at her. You have no idea what the scene even is.
"Awesome. You're on the couch beside me, remember?"
"Oh...oh, right..."
You almost stumble against the carpet as you take your seat on the couch. Your heart is hammering away in your ears as it starts to sink in that you talked and are now sitting next to one of the biggest up and coming actresses in Hollywood.
And you're about to do a scene with her.
And Maya, ten steps ahead of everyone, Maya Mason remembers something you've forgotten.
The Bluetooth earpiece she has you wear for her to be in communication with you at all times at work.
"Don't be surprised if they yell action and her hand is down your pants."
You almost jump out of your skin as your attention turns towards the crew. You can barely make out Maya in the dim light. You can imagine the sadistic smile on her face as she whispers these words into your ear.
"ACTION!"
The extras in the back start talking and yelling loudly as music blares from overhead speakers. It turns into a full blown party in two seconds flat. You sit there and try to think of what to do, how to act. You watch as the A-lister lights the cigarette in her hand from a lighter that was on the table and leans back into the couch. She turns her head to look at you now; smiling in between the pulls. You feel entranced from the smoke that billows from her nose.
"Took you long enough to find me..."
She's talking right at you; the cigarette dangling from her fingers. She looks pleased, content. Settled into the couch.
You nod your head at first and then realize surely they want you to speak. You have to move the story along; script or not.
"I...didn't realize how many people were here tonight..."
Your palms sweat and you're sure the director is going to yell CUT but she never does. No one stirs or turns on the big lights. No one rushes to pull you out of the scene or call you out for being a nobody.
Everyone is in on this.
"Lean in."
Maya whispers into your ear and you have to catch yourself from making a face or making an unwarranted sound. You shift yourself on the couch; leg sliding in closer to the A-lister.
She grins and puts her free hand on the top of your knee.
"Lots of people and I only wanted to see you."
It's her turn to move in close to you. She leans towards the coffee table first to put out her cigarette, abandoning it there so she can put both of her hands on you.
One on your knee while the other places down firmly on the couch cushion right between your legs.
Your mouth opens in anticipation of where this scene is going. Your body doesn't betray you as, just like Maya said, the A-lister has her hand moving in closer as she cups your crotch.
You can't help it but maybe that makes you a natural actor. You moan softly and lean in towards her touch.
Now you're sure someone is going to yell CUT.
"God...I could hear that moan from all the way back here...keep going. Give them everything you got."
Your brain starts to drown and everything feels like it's been erased from inside of you. You forget how to think rationally; how to think. You forget how to be yourself as you slip into this other person. You moan again and that becomes a gateway for that cupped hand to move up and slide in under your pants.
You want to apologize for being as wet as you are when you feel her fingertips swipe at your clit. She gasps and so do you; chasing each other in this heated scene. All the while, you know Maya is watching you. All the while, you know her words are getting to you.
Give them everything you got.
"I think you should stop teasing me..."
Your words drop just as your hips do, feeling her fingers dip lower to your folds. It's her turn to moan; smiling with her teeth as she crawls in now and lets her hand on your knee ride up your thigh.
Everything moves so naturally you wonder if this is actually acting. The passion and the intensity of how her fingers curl and dip into you, the party guests in the back so caught up in their own worlds they don't notice the two of you on the couch. You're stuck in this bubble and the only way it suddenly pops is when that sweet voice of Maya fills into your right eardrum.
"You like that, Baby? You like getting fucked?"
Your moan turns gasp and the A-lister plunges deeper. The hand on your thigh basically flies upwards to grab at your breast through your shirt. She's practically on top of you now as she takes what she wants, how she wants it.
You're just a toy for both of them.
The gap closes further between you both as the A-lister finds your mouth with her own. She's pushing her tongue into your mouth; making the tension between you real for the screen. You suppose your characters had some sort of prior chemistry.
She moans into your mouth and you moan back.
"She's not allowed to go any further than this...they're going to yell cut and you're going to be a wet, heated mess..."
Your eyes snap open and you start to squirm against the actress and as if on cue, you hear a loud, clean,
"CUT!"
The A-lister is off of you in ten seconds flat and already up on her feet. She's fussing with her hair and fixing her shirt; moving her tongue against her teeth.
You can barely move let alone think.
"Break for fifteen!"
You don't move as the world around you moves at a sluggish pace. Your brain is trying to catch up with your body and the sudden ache of emptiness that is left there. Something unsaid, unfinished. Edged on a professional, scripted level.
"Let's go, Superstar."
Someone is pulling you off of the couch and leading you past the camera crew. Your legs and feet move on their own and it's not until you're back out in the sunlight that you realize it's Maya dragging you away from the set.
She stops and lets go of your hand, facing you with a satisfied smirk on her pretty fucking face. You had no idea how to really feel; how to process this all.
You open your mouth to try to say something, anything.
But you don't need to, not when Maya has moved in and picked up where that A-lister left off.
Her left hand easily slides down the front of your pants, collecting your slick on her perfectly manicured fingers.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"Thanks for doing that for me."
"...What?..."
May moves her head closer to yours, her mouth against your left ear. You turn your head towards her as you crave her touch, her heat. Her fingers work painfully slow circles around your engorged clit.
"I asked the director to give you a chance...for me...so I can go back and watch you fold so fucking desperately over and over again..."
