Suddenly Famous by Heather Leigh

you?”
    “I’m still having nightmares. About the, you know, about what happened.” I shudder to think about the flood of red I saw when I woke up from a nap in my trailer this afternoon.
    “Alright. Is the girl still in them?”
    She’s talking about Brooke, the teen who killed herself. “Yes, usually. I’m also…” I hesitate, feeling stupid discussing this with anyone.
    “Also what, Ryker?”
    I swipe a hand though my sweaty hair, having woken up soaked, my pulse racing though my veins. “I’m also a little afraid to leave my hotel or my trailer. To be in public.” I relay what happened at LowRent, the club we visited the other night, and the vicious mob of women who were waiting for me outside. Add in the fact that Leah and Sydney think someone is spying on us, it’s made me a nervous wreck.
    “Ryker, it’s perfectly natural to be wary of strangers after everything you’ve been through. Keep taking the anxiety medication I gave you on an as needed basis. We should meet up as soon as you get back, okay?”
    “Yeah, okay. Thanks, doc.”
    “You’re very welcome Ryker. Call me anytime.”
    “Right, bye.”
    I disconnect the call, quickly stripping off my damp clothes to grab a shower. When I woke up from my nap, I was distracted by the anxiety. Now that I’ve had a moment to calm down, I realize that I’ve only had a few nightmares since arriving in London, and only when I sleep alone. Naps I take during the day when Leah’s off shopping or sightseeing with some of the crew or with Sydney.
    I wrap a towel around my waist and check the time. I’m not needed on set for another hour. Leah probably won’t be back for a while either.
    I find my phone to send her a quick text before getting in the shower.
     
    Me
     
    I turn on some music, hoping it will help me relax. That dream really freaked me out. Just like it always does. Maybe even more since I haven’t had one in a few weeks. It felt more vivid.
     
    Leah
     
    Smiling, I type a response immediately. Hearing from Leah soothes my uneasiness.
     
    Me
     
    Leah <;) what should I wear? >
     
    My cock jerks awake at the direction this conversation has taken.
     
    Me
     
    The phone beeps right away.
     
    Leah
     
    Shit! Now I’m hard as steel and wearing only a towel.
    I throw the phone down on the bed and stalk out of the tiny bedroom that takes up most of one end of the luxury trailer that I use as a refuge when we’re on location. The bathroom is fairly large for a trailer, but still small.
    I crank the water on, waiting impatiently for it to get hot, annoyed that my dick hasn’t budged an inch. It’s still rock hard and ready to go. Shit, I have to do a run through of tomorrow’s scene before finishing for the day.
    The towel falls from my hips, landing in a soft pile on the floor. I grab the base of my shaft and squeeze, desperately trying to control my defiant cock. All I manage to do is get even harder.
    Fuck! I step into the shower enclosure and let the hot water rain down on me until my entire body is wet. Placing my palms on the tile, the shower pounds on my back, loosening the various knots and relaxing the muscles. My cock, however, remains unaffected.
    All I can think about is Leah showing up in my trailer naked, waiting for me when I get back from the set. She’s splayed out on my bed, with her hair fanned across the sheets, her toned legs spread wide in invitation.
    Jesus. I grab the soap and slick up my hand, leaving one on the wall to brace myself. When my fingers wrap around my heated shaft, a moan rips from my throat.
    God, this is going to be quick.
    My hand twists over the sensitive head, the soap making it easy to slide back down my shaft. I shudder with pleasure. Closing my eyes, I picture Leah’s sweet pink pussy, open and wet and waiting for me to dive in for a taste. I thump my forehead on the