Fantasy Mouni Roy manipulated by Producer

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PART 1

Mouni Roy, known for her fiery role as Naagin on the small screen, was ready to sizzle the big screen. Her curvy figure and ample bosom had earned her a dedicated fan base that grew with every click on her Instagram profile. Her recent Maldives trip had set the internet ablaze with her bikini photos, showcasing her flawless skin and captivating curves. Little did she know, her career was about to take a steamy detour she never saw coming.

The meeting with producer Ramesh and his son, Vikcy, was set in a swanky office, the kind that screamed of power and wealth. As she walked in, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The walls were adorned with posters of blockbuster hits, and the heavy scent of success lingered in the air. Ramesh, a man with a thick mustache and a penchant for gold chains, greeted her with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His son, Vikcy, was a stark contrast—shy, with a hint of desperation in his gaze as it lingered on her body.

Vikcy couldn't believe his luck. He had spent countless nights with his hand down his pants, her bikini-clad figure illuminating his phone screen, guiding his strokes to a rhythm of his own making. Her beauty was his secret obsession, and now she was standing right in front of him, flesh and blood. His cheeks burned as he tried to maintain eye contact, his heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal trying to break free.

Ramesh noticed the silent tension in the air and smirked, his eyes flickering between his son and the object of his desire. He knew all about Vikcy's late-night rendezvous with Mouni's digital persona. The idea had been brewing in his mind for a while now—how to use this infatuation to his advantage. It was clear that his son was smitten, and if he could somehow twist this situation into an opportunity, it could be a win-win for everyone.

Mouni, oblivious to the internal plotting, took a seat, crossing her legs, unaware of the effect her simple action had on the two men. The skirt she wore hiked up just enough to offer a peek of her toned thighs. Vikcy's throat went dry, and his pulse raced as he imagined those legs wrapped around him. Ramesh cleared his throat, bringing the room back to the present. "So, Mouniji," he began, "we're thinking of casting you in a significant role for our upcoming web series."

Mouni's eyes lit up. "I'd love to hear more," she replied, leaning forward slightly, her cleavage peeking out. She was all business, yet the subtle allure was hard to miss.

Ramesh took the lead, describing a role that was unlike anything she'd done before. It was a bold character, one that required courage and a certain level of... flexibility. He watched her reaction closely, his mind racing with the possibilities. The plot twist would be delicious.

"It's a character that demands a lot of... physicality," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "But it's a powerful role, one that could really set you apart in the industry."

Mouni raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'm always up for a challenge," she replied, her voice steady, betraying no hint of the excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

"Good," Ramesh said, leaning back in his chair. "Vikcy, show Mouniji the script."

Vikcy's hands trembled slightly as he handed her the thick, bound pages. The script was indeed bold, with his character, a young and ambitious business tycoon, at its center. The storyline was rife with passion and temptation, and the scenes between his character and Mouni's were particularly... intimate.

Mouni thumbed through the pages, her eyes widening at the explicit content. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she remained composed, her professional facade never slipping. "I see," she said, her voice a bit raspy. "This is... certainly something different."

Ramesh leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "We're willing to offer you a very competitive package for this role, Mouni Ji," he said, his tone earnest. "We believe you have the potential to take the industry by storm with your talent and your... assets." He didn't need to elaborate; the unspoken words hung heavy in the air, a blatant reference to her voluptuous figure.

Mouni's mind raced. The offer was substantial, and the script was indeed tempting. It was a chance to break free from the confines of her TV image and show the world what she was truly capable of. But something about the way Ramesh and Vikcy were looking at her made her feel like a piece of meat on display. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the discomfort.

"Your offer is appreciated, Ramesh ji," she said, her voice cool and professional. "But I was expecting something closer to fifteen lakh for the role. Given the... intimate nature of the scenes, I believe that compensation is fitting."

Ramesh's smile never wavered. "Mouni, my dear, the role is worth much more than that. But, since you are new to this side of the industry, I understand your hesitation. Tell you what, I'll give you twenty lakh for the role. But," he added, raising a finger, "you must be available for the entire 180-day shooting schedule. No exceptions."

Vikcy's heart raced. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd get to see her, touch her, maybe even... He pushed the thought away, his cheeks burning. He knew his father was a master negotiator, but this was a risk even he hadn't anticipated.

Mouni took a moment to process the offer. The money was substantial, and the role was indeed enticing. It was a chance to push her boundaries and showcase her acting skills in a way she never had before. Yet, the glint in Ramesh's eye and the hungry look from Vikcy made her stomach churn. She felt like she was being auctioned off, her body the prize to be won.

"I'll need to think about it," she said finally, her voice calm and measured. "This is a big decision for me, and I want to make sure I'm making the right choice."

Just as Ramesh opened his mouth to respond, his phone rang, the screen flashing with the name "Tara Sutaria." He glanced at the display. Tara was one of the industry's up-and-coming starlets, and she was calling him directly.

He picked up the call, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Tara, darling, what can I do for you?" he said, his eyes never leaving Mouni's face. He listened intently as Tara's sweet, yet demanding voice filled the room. It was clear she was looking for a role in one of his projects.

Vikcy's eyes widened as he recognized the name. Tara Sutaria was the talk of the town, a young beauty with an innocent face and a body that could make any man drop to his knees. He had fantasized about her too, but Mouni was the queen of his desires.

"Ah, Tara, you're interested in the role," Ramesh said into the phone, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Mouni. "But it seems we already have someone in mind. Unless, of course, you can offer us something better than the current deal."

Mouni felt a twinge of annoyance, but she remained poised, watching the interplay between Ramesh and the voice on the other end of the line. The producer's eyes flickered over to her again, as if measuring her reaction.

"Tara's quite eager," Ramesh said, a hint of challenge in his tone. "She's offered to do the role for just ten lakh."

Now Mouni was trapped. The weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders. She could feel the room closing in around her, the walls lined with the expectations of these men. She knew the kind of power dynamics that ruled the industry. If she didn't play this right, she could lose the role to someone who might be more... willing to compromise.

Her eyes flicked to Vikcy, who was now staring at her with an unabashed hunger. He was the wild card here. His desire for her was palpable, almost suffocating. Mouni swallowed hard, her hand tightening around the script.

"Fifteen lakh, Mr. Ramesh," she countered, her voice firm. "And a no-nudity clause. I want to be respected as an artist, not just for my... assets."

Ramesh's smile grew wider, his gaze shifting to his son, who was practically salivating at the thought of her in his arms. "Vikcy, what do you think?" he said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Is she worth it?"

Vikcy's eyes never left Mouni. "More than worth it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Ramesh laughed, a sound that was more of a bark than a genuine expression of mirth. "Very well," he said into the phone. "We'll consider your offer, Tara. But for now, we're going ahead with our first choice." He ended the call and turned his attention back to Mouni. "Fifteen lakh it is, but the no-nudity clause is non-negotiable. The script requires what it requires."

Mouni's heart raced as she nodded, trying to hide her apprehension. She knew this was a slippery slope, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. She had bills to pay, a career to build, and a name to make. Plus, she had always enjoyed pushing the boundaries, testing herself, seeing how far she could go.

"Great," she said, plastering on a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "When do we start?"

"As soon as you sign the contract," Ramesh said, his grin widening. He slid a document across the desk, and Mouni picked it up, scanning the pages. Her eyes caught on the fine print, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of dread. It was a standard contract, but the no-nudity clause was glaringly absent. She looked up, her gaze meeting Ramesh's unblinking stare.

"I thought we had a deal," she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Ramesh leaned back in his chair, his smile never wavering. "Ah, my dear, the clause is there, but it's more of a... guideline than a rule. We're an artistic venture, after all, and sometimes, the art requires a bit of... flexibility."

Mouni felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, but she knew better than to argue in front of them. She took a deep breath and nodded, signing her name with a flourish, sealing her fate. As she handed the contract back, she could see the hunger in Ramesh's eyes, and the desperate hope in Vikcy's.

"Excellent," Ramesh said, clapping his hands together. "We'll meet tomorrow for the screen test, and we'll also do some wardrobe trials. It's important that we get the look just right, especially for the... intimate scenes."

The words "intimate scenes" sent a shiver down Mouni's spine, but she managed to keep her cool. "Of course," she said, rising from her seat. "I'll be ready."

As she walked out of the office, the weight of her decision settled heavily on her. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear. She knew what this meant—she would be at the mercy of Ramesh and Vikcy's twisted games.

The next day, she arrived at the studio, feeling like a lamb being led to the slaughter. The air was thick with anticipation, and she could feel the eyes of the crew on her as she made her way to the dressing room.

Vikcy was already there, fidgeting with the camera, his gaze glued to her. The director had set up a series of scenes for them to run through, all of which were designed to showcase their chemistry—or rather, their ability to simulate it.

As the lights grew hotter, so did the air between them. With every step she took towards him, every word they exchanged, he could feel his heart racing. This was it. He was going to be close to her, to touch her, to maybe even kiss her. It was all he had ever wanted, and it was finally happening.

So normal photo shoot done, Both Vicky and Mouni was looking like a couple.

Mouni's skin glistened with sweat as the final shots of the photoshoot were taken. Vicky couldn't help but stare at her, his heart racing with excitement. The director called cut, and the room erupted in applause. She had nailed every pose, every look, every move. Her body was a canvas of passion, and Vicky felt like he was drowning in it.

The director approached them, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Alright, you two," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now for the grand finale." He gestured to the script. "The kiss."

Mouni felt a knot in her stomach. She knew this was coming, had seen it coming since the moment she signed the contract. But the reality of it was so much more intense than she had imagined. Vicky's eyes searched hers, and she could see the desperation there, the hope that she wouldn't back out. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

As the director called for action, Vicky stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face. The room seemed to fade away, and all she could feel was the warmth of his skin, the roughness of his palms against her cheeks. He leaned in, his breath hot on her face.

Mouni closed her eyes, her mind racing with a hundred different scenarios of how to handle this. But when his lips met hers, all thoughts disappeared. They were surprisingly soft, gentle even, despite the fiery passion she knew he was capable of. She felt his hesitation, the way his body was coiled like a spring, ready to jump back at any moment.

The kiss was chaste at first, almost innocent in its execution. But as the seconds ticked by, Vicky's hands grew bolder, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, tangling in her hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking against her lips, seeking entrance. She granted it, allowing him to explore her mouth with a hunger she hadn't anticipated.

Mouni's mind was racing—should she pull away, assert her boundaries? Or should she play along, keep up the act? She decided on the latter, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, her body responding to his touch despite her better judgment.

"Perfect," the director murmured, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Hold that pose for a few more seconds, then break."

The command brought them back to reality. Vicky reluctantly pulled away, his chest heaving as he stared at Mouni, her lips swollen and red from his kiss. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, and she knew that he was fighting an internal battle of his own.

They broke the pose, and the director clapped his hands. "Excellent work, you two. That's a wrap for the day." The crew began to disperse, and Mouni felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. It was as if she had been playing a role, a seductress for hire, and now the performance was over.

Vikcy didn't dare speak to her as they left the set. He knew he had crossed a line, and he wasn't sure if he had gone too far. But the taste of her still lingered on his lips, and he couldn't help but crave more. As they parted ways, he watched her go, his eyes following the sway of her hips, his mind replaying the kiss in slow motion.

The next day, the actual shooting began. The set was a plush hotel suite, the kind that screamed wealth and sin. It was the perfect backdrop for their torrid love affair, and Mouni felt a sense of foreboding as she stepped onto the set. She had been in the industry long enough to know that things often went beyond the script when it came to scenes like these.

Vikcy was waiting for her, his nerves palpable. The kiss from the screen test had left him reeling, and he hadn't been able to get it out of his head. He had dreamed about her all night, his hand finding its way down his pants as he thought of her lush body pressed against his. Now, he was about to act out those fantasies in front of a live audience.

The director called for action, and Vicky stepped into his role as the powerful business tycoon with surprising ease. He watched as Mouni, dressed in a tight, revealing secretary outfit, walked across the room with a sultry sway that had his blood pumping. Her glasses perched on the tip of her nose, she looked every inch the professional, but the fire in her eyes betrayed the passion bubbling beneath the surface.

"Cut!" the director called, interrupting the moment. "Alright, you two. We need to build up to the kiss, remember?" He glanced at the script, then back at them. "Greet each other with a small peck on the lips, like you've missed her after a long day at work. Then, let the tension build from there."

Vikcy nodded, trying to compose himself. He had never kissed a woman like this before, not even in his wildest dreams. And here he was, about to kiss the woman who had fueled his darkest desires for so long.

The scene began again, and this time, when their lips met, it was more than just a peck.

Vikcy was afraid if he was carried away too much, his father might think he couldn’t handle the scene. But as Mouni’s soft lips parted slightly and her breath mingled with his, he couldn’t resist. He deepened the kiss, feeling her respond to him, her body melting into his. The director called for a break, and they pulled away, both of them breathless.

The rest of the shoot was surprisingly normal, or at least it tried to be. They shot scenes of flirtation and longing glances, of accidental touches that lingered just a second too long. The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. But they both remained professional, focusing on the job at hand.

Vikcy, however, couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He had kissed her, really kissed her, and she hadn't pushed him away. It was a small victory in his mind, a sign that maybe, just maybe, there was something more than just a professional relationship on the horizon. Every time their paths crossed on set, he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

As the days turned into weeks, the intimate scenes grew more frequent, and the boundaries between the script and reality began to blur. The kisses grew longer, more passionate, and the touches more daring. The director was thrilled with their chemistry, but the crew could sense the underlying tension, the way Vicky's hands lingered on Mouni's body, the way her breath hitched when he was near.

Mouni found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was an actress, and this was her job, but there was something about Vicky's touch that made her feel... alive. His hunger for her was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but be drawn to the raw passion he brought to every scene. Yet, she knew it was all a game, a dance of power and manipulation orchestrated by Ramesh.

The director called for a meeting, explaining that the next set of scenes would be shot in the tropical paradise of Goa. The script called for a steamy beach romance, and the location would serve as the perfect backdrop for their on-screen love affair.

Mouni's heart skipped a beat when she saw the wardrobe for the shoot—a collection of skimpy bikinis that barely contained her ample assets. She had signed up for this, but the reality of it was more daunting than she had anticipated. Yet, she knew the importance of the role and the impact it could have on her career.

As they arrived in Goa, the heat was a stark contrast to the cool, air-conditioned sets they were used to. The beach was alive with activity, and the waves crashed against the shore with a rhythm that matched the beating of their hearts. Vicky could barely contain his excitement as he watched Mouni step out of the van, her curvy figure outlined by the sun.

The director wasted no time, ushering them into the luxurious hotel suite that had been booked for their exclusive use. "Remember, you two," he said with a wink, "this is for work. Strictly professional. But I need that passion to translate on screen."

Mouni took a deep breath as she looked around the opulent room. The bed was indeed large, the sheets crisp and inviting. There was a sense of finality in the air, as if they were crossing a threshold from which there was no turning back. She could feel Vicky's eyes on her, his hunger palpable.

"We'll start with the bedroom scenes tomorrow," the director said, his voice gruff. "You two need to get comfortable with each other. Spend some time together, get to know each other's... preferences." He winked at them both, his meaning clear. "We're on a tight schedule, so I've arranged for some... private time. This suite has everything you need to get in the mood."

Mouni felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. The bed was indeed large, the sheets a seductive whisper of white against the dark wood of the bedframe. The suite was luxurious, but it felt like a cage. She turned to Vicky, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

"So, we should start rehearsing," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. She knew what was coming, and she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of playing along—for the sake of her career, of course.

Vikcy nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, we should," he croaked, his eyes lingering on her curves, which the script was about to showcase in the most explicit way possible.

Mouni took a seat on the edge of the bed, her heart racing. She flipped through the pages of the script, her eyes skimming over the vulgar dialogues that she had to mouth. Her mind raced with how far she was willing to go to secure her place in the industry. The words felt foreign in her mouth, but she knew that this was the price of stardom.

Vikcy sat across from her, his gaze never leaving hers as she spoke. He was visibly nervous, his hands fidgeting with the edge of the script. "Let's go through this," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

Mouni nodded and cleared her throat, focusing her attention on the script. "We'll read the lines and do the action as per script," she said firmly, trying to ignore the heat in the room. She began to read aloud, her words a sultry melody that painted a picture of desire and passion.

"So we are finally here, baby," she murmured, her eyes flicking up to meet Vicky's. The moment was charged with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires.

As per the action lines, Mouni leaned in, her full breasts brushing against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His breath hitched, and she felt his arms tighten around her waist, pulling her closer until she was practically straddling him on the plush hotel bed.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation, but all she saw was raw, unbridled lust. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that made her heart race.

"Yes, baby," Vicky murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Now we can finally enjoy ourselves and do the meeting later."

Mouni felt his hands on her hips, gently guiding her closer. Her breath hitched as she straddled him, the script forgotten on the bed beside them. "Let me taste those red lips," he said, his gaze never leaving hers.

Her own eyes widened, and she reached up to touch her lips. "But I have pink lipstick," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "Is that okay?"

Vikcy's gaze fell to her mouth, and his eyes darkened. "Pink is fine," he murmured, his hands moving to cup her face."Lets do with Pink first and then you put the red and again we will do it"

Mouni felt a thrill run through her as his words hung in the air, a silent invitation that she couldn't ignore. She leaned in, her pink-glossed lips meeting his, the kiss slow and deliberate. It was as if they were both testing the waters, feeling each other out, seeing how far they could take this.

The kiss grew deeper, more intense, and she found herself losing herself in the moment. Vicky's hands roamed over her body, his touch tentative at first, but growing bolder with every passing second. Her own hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together.

"Now shall I put red lipstick?" Mouni whispered against his mouth, her voice a seductive purr. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of it was intoxicating.

Vikcy's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes," he murmured, his thumb tracing the swell of her lower lip. "Let's see how that looks." He watched, his heart hammering in his chest, as she slid off him and sauntered over to the vanity, her hips swaying with every step.

Mouni picked up the red lipstick and applied it with a deliberate slowness that made his breath catch. She pursed her lips, the vibrant color a stark contrast against her skin. "Better?" she asked, turning to face him, a playful smile on her face.

Vikcy's eyes widened as she approached him, the script now a distant memory. "Much better," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with want. He couldn't believe this was happening—his dream girl was in a hotel room with him, dressed in a way that made him ache, and they were about to film their most intimate scenes yet.

The next scene called for Vicky to give Mouni a surprise gift—a skimpy red bikini that was barely enough to contain her voluptuous figure. He had picked it out himself, his heart racing at the thought of her wearing it. He watched as she took the box from his trembling hands, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

Mouni took the lid off the box, her eyes widening at the sight of the bikini. It was a daring choice, one that left very little to the imagination. She felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of wearing it, knowing that it would drive the audience wild. But she also knew that Vicky had chosen it with his own desires in mind, and the thought of pleasing him sent a shiver down her spine.

"Wow," she murmured, her fingers tracing the delicate strings. "This is... something."

Vikcy nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. "Do you like it?"

Mouni's heart raced as she held the bikini up against her body, the fabric whispering against her skin. "I think it's perfect," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it.

Vikcy's eyes grew dark with desire as he took in the sight of her in the bikini, the fabric straining against her ample breasts and hips. He couldn't believe his luck—this was better than any fantasy he had ever had. "You look amazing," he managed to say, his voice thick with want.

Mouni gave him a coy smile, turning this way and that, watching his reaction in the mirror. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "But we should save this for the actual scene, don't you think?"

Vikcy nodded, his eyes never leaving her body. "Of course," he said, his voice strained. "But, I was thinking..."

Mouni raised an eyebrow, the challenge in his voice not lost on her. "What were you thinking?"

Vikcy swallowed hard. "How about we... practice the scene?" he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just to make sure we get it right."

Mouni knew exactly what he meant. The tension in the room was so thick, it was practically a living entity. She took a deep breath and nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Alright," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Let's practice."

Vikcy's eyes lit up, and he stood, his hands reaching for her. The script called for him to be aggressive, to take what he wanted, and he couldn't help but let that bleed into reality. He pulled her against him, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. She gasped, feeling the heat of his skin against her barely covered flesh.

"Hot lag rahi ho," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. The words from the script rolled off his tongue, but the sentiment was all too real. He could feel her body responding to him, her breath quickening as his thumbs stroked the fabric of the bikini bottom.

Mouni felt a thrill run through her as he spoke, his words echoing in the quiet room. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat between them was too intense to ignore. "Kha jane ka mann kar raha hai," she replied, her voice a purr that sent a shiver down his spine.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies pressed together as if trying to become one. Vicky's hands roamed over her body, slipping under the strings of her bikini top. Mouni gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, her nipples hardening with every touch.

"Dabao na," she murmured, the words from the script slipping out of her mouth.

Vikcy's eyes widened as he realized his mistake. He had been so lost in the moment, so consumed by her beauty, that he had forgotten the scene's instructions. He gently moved his hand up to her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of the bikini. Mouni gasped at the sudden contact, her body betraying her as she leaned into his touch.

"I'm sorry," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "Let's start again."

They broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. Vicky's hand hovered over her chest, and Mouni could see the desire in his eyes, the want that was so close to the surface it was almost palpable. "Vikcy, your hand should be here," she said, placing his hand back on her chest, this time directly over her breast. "Then I say my dialogue."

"Ok," Vicky said, his voice barely a whisper as he allowed her to guide his hand. "But only if you're comfortable."

Mouni looked into his eyes, and for a moment, she saw genuine concern in them. It was a stark contrast to the hungry desire that had been there moments before, and it made her heart stutter. "I'm an actress," she said, her voice steady. "I can handle it."

Vikcy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered the words from the script. "Kiss me," he murmured, "and press your hand over my heart."

Mouni felt a thrill run through her as she complied, her mouth opening to accept his eager kiss. His hands found their way to her breasts, one of them cupping the soft mound while the other traced the curve of her neck. She moaned into his mouth, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.

As they broke away, panting for air, she whispered, "Eat my red lipstick," her voice a seductive challenge. Vicky's eyes darkened with lust as he took the invitation, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet, tart flavor of the crimson stain. He groaned, his hand tightening on her breast, kneading gently as he deepened the kiss.

"Ok, so what's the next scene we need to practice?" Mouni asked, her voice a breathy whisper as she pulled away. The question hung in the air like a dare, and Vicky could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Vikcy's eyes searched hers, the hunger in them unmistakable. "You need to be topless," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. The script was clear—it was time for the next level of intimacy.

Mouni took a deep breath, the reality of what was about to happen setting in. "Oh, this we can do directly at the shooting," she said, her voice steady. "There's no nipple strap required here, right?" She knew she was pushing the boundaries, but the thrill of the unknown was intoxicating.

Vikcy nodded, his gaze never leaving her breasts. "The director wants it to look real," he said, his voice thick with desire. "So, no cover-ups."

Mouni's heart raced as she reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the knot of her bikini top. The fabric loosened, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she let it fall away, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze.

Vikcy couldn't believe what was happening. He had dreamt of this moment a hundred times, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would come true. His eyes devoured her, the sight of her lush curves making him harden with desire.

"Mouni, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out, tentatively touching the soft mound of her breast, the tip already hard from his earlier caress. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he traced a path down her body, his hand coming to rest on her hip.

"Let's get back to the scene," she said, her voice a shaky whisper. "We need to stay professional."

Vikcy nodded, trying to compose himself. "Of course," he said, his eyes still lingering on her breasts. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fiery kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Mouni felt her resolve slipping away as his mouth moved to her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her toes curl. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest as his hands cupped them, his thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.

"Vikcy," she gasped, her voice a plea.

He pulled away, panting, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and passion.

Mouni nodded, her own eyes dark with desire. "I'm okay," she assured him, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're just... acting, right?"

Vikcy swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. "Right," he agreed, trying to convince himself that this was all just for the sake of their art.

Mouni reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. "Kiss me again," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. And he was more than happy to oblige, his mouth descending on hers with a passion that seemed to burn away the last of his inhibitions.

As they broke apart, gasping for air, she leaned back, her bare breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. "Vikcy," she said, her voice a purr that sent shivers down his spine. "I need you to kiss me here."

Vikcy's eyes widened as she directed his gaze to her chest, her nipples now pebbled with arousal. He had never felt this alive, this consumed by a woman before. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft mound of her breast, feeling the warmth of her skin against his mouth.

Mouni's breath hitched as he kissed her, her body arching up to meet him. She felt a strange mix of power and vulnerability, knowing that she had him in the palm of her hand. But as his mouth closed over her nipple, she realized that the line between acting and reality was becoming increasingly blurred.

"Vikcy," she gasped, her voice a plea as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. "We should—"

"Lift you," he murmured against her flesh, cutting her off. "While you suck my lips, we go in bed," he said, his words a command that sent a shiver down her spine. He didn't wait for a response, his strong arms scooping her up as if she weighed nothing at all.

Mouni wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he carried her over to the bed, never breaking the kiss. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her, his hardness pressing into her core. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to the promise of what was to come.

Vikcy laid her down on the plush mattress, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and chest. He paused at her breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her skin. Mouni arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he suckled at her nipples, each tug sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Suck them harder," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. He obliged, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before enveloping it with his mouth, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that made her moan. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a testament to the effect he was having on her.

But as the passion grew, a nagging thought whispered in the back of her mind. "Ok, this was only today's practice," she murmured, trying to remind herself of the boundaries she had set.

Vikcy pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her. "We can stop if you want," he said, his voice gruff with need.

Mouni took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. "No," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Let's just... keep going."

Vikcy's eyes lit up with excitement as he leaned in, his mouth finding her right breast again. He took his time, teasing and tasting, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. Mouni felt her body respond, her hips bucking up against him as his mouth worked its magic.

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