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Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 01

By: shandal



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

          *

Lisa sat in front of the wide bank of dials and buttons on the transmission desk, totally unaware of what to do. There were stacks of places to put the tapes in, and they had to be in order, but she had no idea of what order or which place to put them in. Running her hand through her short spiky blond hair, her panic rising, she glanced towards the clock on the wall in front of her, it had been nearly twenty minutes since Stan had left the room, telling her he was popping down to the canteen to get a coffee, and five minutes since the voice had come over the speaker in the desk asking her, "Are you ready for your bars and tones?"

Glancing up at one of the many screens running along the top of the bank of technical buttons she noticed the presenters settling down on the couches of the early morning news programme, the make up artist putting the last of the powder on the male presenters nose to stop the shine, and the floor manager leaning over with his clipboard, explaining something or other to the beautiful, but slightly vacant faced female presenter.

"Where the fuck is he?" she muttered to herself, about to pick up the phone and dial the technical help desk. 

She had only started this morning at the station, placed there by her Temping Agency as a general assistant, and had been handed to the idiot who had left her in charge of this nightmare of a live TV transmission with no training or explanation on what to do.

Her hand shaking she picked up the phone just as the door opened and Stan sauntered in, hand in his jeans pocket, his skinny frame covered by the grey tee shirt proclaiming 'If I wanted my girlfriend to have an opinion I'd take my cock out of her mouth.'

"Hey beautiful," he said as he sat down, his left hand sliding a button up at the same time as grabbing a tape and placing it in a slot, "Thanks for holding the fort," 

The voice started to count down out of the speaker, "thirty seconds to transmission, twenty nine seconds to transmission, sound men ready, camera ready, twenty six minutes to transmission, clear the floor....."

Lisa sat transfixed, her heart beating, both with relief and the excitement of watching the chaos turn into the slick programme she was so familiar with when at home. The signature music started to play along with the titles, and Stan sat back, his hands behind his head, smiling to himself, "its Showtime...." Over the next two hours she marvelled as she watched Stan's unflappable and smooth movements as he placed the correct tapes in the correct slots at the right time, as well as chat with people who wandered into the small enclosed room, carrying on conversations with him that seemed to her to make no sense at all.

The next interview was with Mitch Lawson the actor and star of the latest hit movie 'Always Read the Small Print!," a RomCom, and with which he was now reputed to be having an affair with his leading lady, the sexy and vibrant actress Alicia Turvey whom he had met on the set. The two had been snapped by the Paparazzi over the last couple of weeks partying across the world during their marketing tour for the film, falling out of clubs and sitting in the back of limo's ever so slightly drunk.

During the commercial break Stan popped the final video in the relevant place and snorted, "Lucky sod, getting to poke Alicia Turvey. What I would like to do to that woman! I would have her climbing the walls in absolute bliss." Just then they watched on a monitor as a very good looking man took his place on the couch, the sound person fussing over him, making sure he was 'miked up'.

"He probably needs a script to do it with her anyway!"

Lisa looked across at Stan, his shaggy hair topping what can only be described as a face only a mother could love, the pierced eyebrow with its small gold ring wiggling suggestively, and she burst out laughing. The man was a legend in his own mind, and had no sense of boundaries, conventions or his own limits, but in the short time she had known him he had made her laugh, and she liked his irreverent outlook as it matched her own.

The count down from the commercial break started, and Stan leant forward doing his thing as Lisa just sat watching the show, enjoying being paid for watching something she would have done had she been at home, curled up on her favourite chair and deciding whether to bother to make a start on her latest creation or just chill.

The pretty female presenter looked at the camera, smiling as she said, "Ladies we now have a real treat for you," and turning to her right, "Welcome Mitch and congratulations with being in the most popular movie playing in the cinema at present. What's it like being home here in London after being away for so long?"

Mitch sat relaxed, his arm across the back of the bright red couch, smiling at the heavily made up woman, his calm and tranquil demeanour be-lying how he actually felt. How he really felt was jet lagged, tired, pissed off and bone weary, but he knew what was expected of him, and he was a professional and therefore he mentally shook himself replying, "Hi Heather, lovely to be here, you're looking as lovely as ever. Yeah it's great to be home and also to be in such a great movie. A fun experience to film and I think that comes across on screen, the whole thing was just one big laugh."

"You play a man who falls in love with a lady Lawyer acting for a rival Businessman trying to destroy your company, and it's rumoured that sparks flew between you and your stunningly beautiful co-star Alicia Turvey on the set, and that they are still sparking!"

"Heather, it was a great script with lots of lovely scenes where I get to make love with Alicia, and she's a sweet girl with a great sense of humour, which I think comes across in the film."

"But is it real Mitch, that's what our viewers want to know? You both look good together, and the photos in the papers seem to show you're more than good friends."

Taking a deep breath to control his temper he upped his smile, and leaning forward put his hand on the slightly over the hill presenters knee and in his best flirting manner, lowering his voice to a sexy purr said, "Heather, I've been saving myself for you, what do you say we give the Paparazzi something to chase tonight."

Giggling the woman reacted, her body language flirting back, "Not sure what my husband will say, but for a night out with you Mitch I would put up with the Paparazzi. and him grumbling."

"It's a date then Heather, you and me and twenty chasing camera totting Paparazzi on the town tonight. Pick you up at eight."

"Mitch you're such a flirt, you're making my husband and all the women watching jealous, let's take a look at a clip from the film, I believe this is where you and Alicia get stuck in a Hotels revolving door, along with her yapping pet poodle that has a bad bladder control problem."

Leaning forward Stan started the video playing whilst snorting, "Stupid cow, she never even noticed that he deflected the question about him and Alicia. They're going to have to get rid of her soon, the make up isn't covering up the fact that she's over the hill anymore, and her self-worth just gets in the way of her interviews."

Lisa sat staring at the monitor that showed the actor as he sat watching himself playing out in the clip, thick brown hair stylishly cut topped a strong masculine face, nose straight and long, sensual lips framing a killer smile, stubble on lean sexy cheeks with deep grooves and dimples, he excluded charismatic sex appeal and was totally the opposite of the kind of man she was attracted to. When the clip had finished playing he leaned back on the couch, his jacket falling open, his white shirt pulling across his lean flat stomach, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Men like him were just in love with themselves thought Lisa, egos on legs. Give her a starving artist with long thick hair tied back in a ponytail, skinny body and an interest in life and not just himself every time.

The interview finished and Mitch shook hands and kissed cheeks, then got up, pulling the wire from his clothes as he walked past the camera and towards his PR person and his personal assistant Ellie, "Which way is the exit, I need to get back to my place. I'm about to drop."

"The car is held up in traffic, should be here in ten minutes, you'll have to wait in the Green Room for a while. As soon as it arrives I'll send someone to come and get you."

Following the PR man to the Green Room stepping over the wires strewn all over the floor, then down a bare corridor, he entered into the room and sat down on a sofa, a pile of croissants and pots of coffee and orange juice on the glass coffee table in front of him. Making a big yawn he lay back and almost as soon as his head hit the end of the couch he was asleep, his long body sprawled out, one leg bent, and the other stretched out, his arms resting on his belly, oblivious to his surroundings as jet lag claimed him.

That is how Lisa found him when she was sent to let him know that the car had arrived, and lead him to the back entrance of the studio where he could avoid the cluster of fans waiting for autographs at the front of the building.

Standing at the door she looked at his prone body, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, his chest gently moving along with his breath under the white shirt, his jacket hanging open, flapped out each side of his long torso. He was totally unaware of her standing there staring at him.

"Mr Lawson your cab has arrived." She called out across the room, but there was no sign of movement from the sleeping man. "Mr Lawson, your cab has arrived!" speaking a little louder as she moved forward, stopping at the end of the couch.

He lay there, still in a deep sleep, no sign of waking up, and Lisa stood staring at him, beautiful in his rest, unable to believe that she was this close to someone as famous as Mitch Lawson. His long eyelashes lay in a small curve against his high cheekbones, and his mouth slightly open showed a hint of the tip of his tongue and teeth as he breathed.

Reaching down she touched his shoe clad foot, wiggling it a little as she tried to wake him up, "Wake up Mr Lawson, the cab is waiting, its time to go." No response, so moving up beside him, and squatting down she reached out and shook his shoulder, her face close to his, "Damn it wake up."

Mitch started to rise up from his deep and much needed sleep, he could feel someone shaking his shoulder and muttering to him. Turning over onto his side, he snuckled down grunting a deep, "Mmm....." before going back down into the blessed slumber.

"Damn you, you big shit, wake up, or I'll get in trouble, and I'm not losing this nice little gig for a bastard like you."

Opening his eyes Mitch stared into the pair of the most attractive pair of baby blue eyes he had ever seen. Unfortunately the beautiful eyes seemed to belong to a foul mouthed but very attractive women who was shaking his shoulder and telling him he was a total fucker.

"Excuse me, have we met?" he muttered with a sleep warm voice.

"Get up, your cab has arrived." Getting up from her knees she stood and turned to go out the door.

"Hey come back here.... Who are you?" but she was gone, her slim back encased in tight jeans and an even tighter top the last thing he saw as the door closed behind her, leaving only the enticing fragrance of white musk behind to show she had ever been there.

Sitting up and running his hand over his face, he tried to wake up enough to make the walk from the Green Room to the outside of the studio and the waiting cab. Finally getting up he walked to the door and going out into the corridor stood wondering which way to go. Asking a passing studio worker he followed the directions and after a while came out into the main reception area where the receptionist sat behind a smart wooden and glass counter, and smiling at her walked out the front door to be hit by loud screams and a whole lot of hands thrusting paper and photos into his face to sign. Surrounded by the fans he stood, looking around for Ellie, security or the PR person from the Film Studio, but couldn't find them. So picking up the pen and the piece of paper that the first person in front of him offered, he asked, "What's your name? Who should I make this out to?"

"Louisa, my name is Louisa, and I just love your films, you're my favourite star, I've seen everything you've done, even the early TV stuff....."

Mitch half listened as she prattled on, signing and returning the completed autographs to fans, his mind thick with tiredness, stuck in the middle of a lot of shouting and excited people, when suddenly Ellie appeared and dragging him out of the crowd and back into the reception asked him, "How the hell did you manage to get out there, you're meant to be at the back door where the cab is, didn't the girl lead you there?"

Following her he mumbled around a big yawn "Apparently not!"

"Well she damn well should have, you could have been torn to shreds out there."

Laughing Mitch told her, "Ellie don't exaggerate, the worst that would have happened is I would have fallen asleep propped up on a couple of fans and burst their fantasies of me as a sex symbol as I started snoring."

Ellie jumped over the thick bundle of cable lying on the floor as Mitch followed, "Yeah well I'm going to make a formal complaint to the station."

"Just forget it and get me home, I need my bed and some well earned rest."

"No problem Mitch, there's the car now."

*

Lisa sat fuming in the small messy front room, her feet curled up underneath her, the glass of white wine in her hand, "The bastard, the fucking bastard, he got me fired on my first day. I'll never go and see one of his damn movies again. Mr big fucking movie star gets the poor little assistant fired, just 'cause he couldn't find his bloody way out to the back door. Well I don't give a shit. I'll get another temporary job until I've finished my collection and then we'll see. When I'm rich and famous, and people are falling over themselves to buy my work, I'll just tell him to piss off if he ever tries to buy a piece."

Shivvy sat opposite listening to her best friend and house mate rant on, the bottle of wine sitting between the two of them almost empty on the chipped and stained wooden coffee table. "That's right Lisa, you tell him. He can't buy one of your lovely pieces, even though no-one else is buying them at the moment, and you're two months behind with your end of the rent." she sarcastically crooned in her soft Irish brogue.

Laughing Lisa told her friend, "I'll get you your money, I've got a piece on E bay at the moment and the bidding is due to end tonight. It's up to two hundred pound. It's one of Elvis, in shades of blue, very dramatic, a very young hip Elvis. Very moody." 

"Well that will cover part of the first months rent owed, what about the rest?"

"You'll get the rest; you know you always do my love."

"Yes, I know. But always late. When are you ever going to grow up Lisa. You're twenty nine, thirty in a couple of day's time, I love you as my best friend, but I worry about you. At the end of year Paul and I are getting married and you're going to have to find somewhere else to live, and your next landlord is not going to be quite so understanding."

Knocking back the last drop of wine in her glass, Lisa slumped down further into the chair, "If I could just get my hands on that overblown bastard I would kick him so hard he'd have to start playing the female lead in his damn movies from then on."

Shivvy laughed, knowing her friend, she would do it too. She would love to be there to see the slim feisty woman kick the good looking movie star in the bollocks and get her revenge. He sounded a real jerk getting a measly assistant fired for nothing more than a silly mistake. 

*

Mitch sat bored in the Restaurant listening to his agent drone on about the great script he was handing him. Another RomCom, it was almost a copy of the last two films he had made, and he was dying for a more dramatic meaty part.

Picking up his glass of wine he sipped as he looked around the chic very fashionable Romanian restaurant at the other tables, the other diners trying not to stare back at him. He hated not being really able to relax in public, and wished for the old days when he could people watch, noticing how people moved or reacted, filing the little interesting body language tit bits in his mind to use in some role or other at a later date. But now he was the one watched, the one people stared at and it made him a little uncomfortable lately, wishing for anonymity, to be invisible for just a while.

Suddenly the door to the restaurant opened and a group of laughing people walked in, standing huddled in the entrance, waiting for a waiter to show them to their table. Turning back to his agent he listened politely as George told him he was the next Hugh Grant if he played his career cleverly. Shaking his head he told George he would rather be the next Cary Grant, and to see if he could get him a juicier role, one that would stretch him, make him have to work at it.

Lisa stood in the middle of the group, the three Tequila shots that she drank at the bar down the road starting to really relax her. Her friends were treating her to her thirtieth birthday dinner, and she was dressed up in her usual crazy style, short black tight skirt over bright lime green fishnet tights and baggy see through gauzy lime green top that you could clearly see the black sexy bra through, her battered World War Two leather bomber jacket falling off one shoulder. Her feet were encased in what could only be described as 'Fuck me' black boots, the heels high, the laces in lime green, her makeup dramatic, her jewellery dramatic and heavy.

Laughing and holding onto her friend Franco's arm, she stood surrounded as they waited for their reserved table to become free, and then suddenly they were moving forward, towards the back of the room, and giving her the place of honour she sat down, facing the rest of the diners who was watching her as if she was completely out of place in this tiny restaurant in a back street in Chelsea.

She sat, happy and content, as she looked at the menu until she glanced up and across the room spotting Mitch Lawson as he sat talking to another man, glass of wine in his hand, totally focused on whatever he was talking about. Gritting her teeth she hissed across at Shivvy, "He's here, that bastard that got me fired is here."

Shivvy looked around to where Lisa was glaring, seeing the actor and then back at her friend, "Wow, so he is." and then noticing the look in her friends eyes, "No Lisa, drop it. It's really not worth it."

"That bastard lost me my job, and I'm going to tell him what I think of him."

"Lisa, no!"

But it was too late; her feisty friend was getting up and tottering around the table, the look of determination on her face as she made her way across the restaurant to where Mitch sat deep in discussion. 

Mitch's agent stopped talking and looked up at the girl standing there, thinking it was a fan going to ask for an autograph. Mitch turned his head to see what had taken George's attention. 

"You fucking bastard," Lisa hissed at the startled Mitch, her voice rising with her anger "You big headed, in love with yourself, egotistical, sodding bastard. Couldn't find your way out of the fucking studio and got in a big movie star snit did you?"

Mitch sat there dumbfounded, whilst the other diners watched, enjoying the show of the big movie star being shouted at by the slim and angry woman. A couple of diners pulled out their mobiles and started taking pictures or filming the episode, and Lisa's friends started to get up to pull her away before she did something stupid, but it was too late, she was on a roll of righteous anger.


Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 01



"Well thanks for nothing. Got me fired. Happy you prick?" Picking up Mitch's half drunk glass of wine she tipped in up and poured it over his head. 

Standing up to his full six foot one, the wine dripping down his face and onto the shoulder of his expensive designer suit jacket, he tried to diffuse the situation, "Look lady, calm down....."

It was then that Lisa, her inhibitions completely gone due to Tequila, her self righteous indignation, and his condescending attitude lifted up her right foot and gave him a wobbly kick between his thighs, kicking him in the balls.

"Shit.........!"

Camera's captured the moment, and Lisa's friends managed to drag the angry woman away from the bent over man holding his groin, as the agitated waiters asked them to leave, hustling her out of the door and away before the police could be called.

*

Mitch sat in his jeans, rubbing his bare chest as he sat at the breakfast table in his apartment, the view of the Thames and the London skyline visible in the early morning sun through the wall to ceiling window.

"Well at least I'm not looking too bad in this one." Throwing the paper down on the table, "In the Sun the photo has me grimacing so hard I look like Lon Chaney in the Phantom of the Opera, but without any mask."

Ellie and his PR man sat at the table, heads hidden behind their own papers.

"What the hell did you have to get her fired for Ellie? It was a vindictive thing to do."

"Vindictive is kicking you in the balls Mitch. The cow could have done you some real damage."

"Only to my pride. The kick looked harder than it was."

"Well she's caused some bad publicity."

"Don't be silly, it's not so bad. You know what they say, today's news, tomorrow's fish and chip wrapping."

Mitch looked at Ellie, who sat there as usual dressed perfectly, the look on her face as if she had sucked a sour lemon. "Ellie, I want you to find this woman and get her here for me to meet. Do it on the quiet, no publicity. I want to apologise."

The look on her face went from sucking a lemon to eating it. "What have you got to apologise for Mitch? She's the one that kicked you in the goolies in front of a restaurant full of people."

"But I'm ultimately responsible for her being out of work. Find her and get her here as soon as you can," and getting up he walked across the white soapstone tiled floor and into his bedroom calling out behind him, "and make sure she's unarmed when she gets here, just in case. I'm not taking any chances!"

*

Looking up at the fashionable converted warehouse sitting on the edge of the Thames, Lisa took a deep breath. The female at the agency on the end of the phone had asked her to come over for a possible job interview as a personal assistant in this imposing and very fashionable section of London.

Dressed as conservatively as she could, considering the selection of clothes in her wardrobe, she wore black tights, black skirt and vest under a short swaggered jacket of bright blue, her big hoop earrings swinging each side of her long elegant neck the only jewellery she wore as they were the most conservative jewellery she owned. Stepping forward she looked through the main glass entrance to the reception inside the converted apartment block, and waved at the security man sitting reading his paper behind the desk.

"Come on you idiot, I'm already late." she seethed, looking around her for a bell to ring and finding only a speaker and button which she pushed. 

Watching the man put down the paper and look up she waved him towards her, then pointed at the door, gesturing for him to open it. Hearing a buzz she pushed it open and walked through.

"Can I help you Miss?"

"Yes I have an appointment with Ms Ellie Bloxham, Penthouse apartment."

"Lift over there, press the button with P on it. When you get out turn right, the door is at the end of the corridor."

"Cheers." Walking to the lift and stepping in Lisa ran her hand through her spiky blond hair, and tried to settle herself down ready for the interview. She badly needed this job. Her art pieces were not getting her enough money and she knew she couldn't live off Shivvy like she had been these last six months since she had split up and moved out of living with her ex boyfriend Oliver. This was her last chance at being solvent and getting back on her feet. It had taken her this long to get over finding the man she thought was the love of her life in bed with not one, but two woman that afternoon she came home early to pick up her folder of samples that she had forgotten, and if she got this job she knew she would be turning another corner of the road to getting her life back on track.

At least her kind of track, a slightly off the normal to everyone else's kind of track. 

Standing in front of the big wooden door at the end of the corridor, she knocked, taking a deep breath, and waited. After a few minutes the door opened and a slim, elegant middle aged woman stood opposite her, a slightly haughty look on her face as she said, "Lisa Preston? I'm Ellie Bloxham, please come in."

Stepping into the open plan hall area that was behind the large door she held out her hand to shake as the woman turned and walked away, totally ignoring it. Feeling a fool and at a disadvantage she lowered her hand and followed, her very high heeled shoes clicking on the white tiles as she moved to follow the retreating person. 

"Please sit here, Mr Lawson will be out soon."

Lisa sat on the big thick oatmeal sofa, sinking back, her long legs crossed at the knee. "Lawson. Did you say Mr Lawson?" she asked the disappearing back of the woman.

"Yes Mr Lawson."

"But I was told the interview was with you. What has Mr Lawson got to do with this?"

But there was no answer as the woman disappeared through a door, and she sat there confused in the obviously Interior Decorated airy room done in calming tones of white, oatmeal and blond. Broken up with bright multicoloured modern paintings and artfully placed brown and black handmade pots, modern pieces of art, and sitting on the table in a corner two Bafta Awards, their shiny faces with the open mouth grimace reflecting how Lisa felt at finding herself sitting in such a false and sterile place.

Eventually she heard someone in another room and looking towards the door as it opened gasping in surprise and anger as she recognised the man walking through it towards her. "You....."

"Yes me Miss Preston."

Struggling off the big soft sofa she stood up, her hackles rising as she watched Mitch walk towards her, clad in jeans and a tee shirt his feet bare, a smile on his face.

"You.... You big shit. I've just spent the last of my money coming here for what I thought was a bloody interview for a job, and what do I find but Mr 'I like to get people sacked for nothing' bloody Lawson. Looking to have me arrested for kicking you, are you?"

Looking around for any sign of Police, she threw her bag down on the coffee table, knocking over the vase of flowers that sat there, the water dripping down the pale wooden surface to drip onto the expensive tiled floor below. Not even noticing what she had done, and in full swing she stepped towards him, as he stepped back, his hands raised up in supplication, "Whoa there Miss Preston....."

"Don't bloody Whoa me Mr fucking big movie star...."

"The name is Mitch......"

"Mitch, Smitch, I don't care. Who do you think you are bringing me up here on false pretext? Isn't it enough that you took the bread out of my mouth by getting me fired?"

"Miss Preston, I assure you I haven't brought you up here on a false pretext, and I didn't get you fired."

"What do you mean? I'm out of a bloody job aren't I?"

"Well yes....."

"and it's because of you isn't it?"

"Well technically, yes.... but I can assure you I never asked them to sack you."

"What do you mean? The bottom line is I was sacked. On my first day, because of you!"

Mitch stood staring at her, he liked her spunky attitude and her bright blue eyes, even thought they were glaring daggers at him right now. They were as beautiful as he remembered from that moment when he woke up on the couch in the Green Room, her face close to his as she told him in no uncertain terms to wake up.

"Look Miss Preston can we start again? Please sit down so I can explain."

Taking the chair opposite the couch, Mitch sat waiting for her to do the same, the mess of the fallen flowers sitting between them, ignored by both of them for the moment. Once she was settled, her long slim shapely legs crossed at the knee and standing out in their black nylon stockings against the oatmeal material of the seat, he cleared his throat and started to outline his apology and offer.

"Miss Preston, I want to apologise for what happened at the studio last week. The whole episode was totally avoidable, and should never have happened. Firstly I was jet lagged after doing a five week tour around the world marketing the movie, and I was very tired. My assistant Ellie over stepped her mark and was a little too protective of me mentioning to the producer there that I had gone out the front door into the crowd of fans and not the back as is the norm for security reasons, and that I should have been shown the way out........"

Putting his hand up to shush her as she started to argue he continued, "I know it shouldn't have been a reason to let you go, but the studio also over reacted and I feel bad about it all. I wanted to apologise and offer you a position on my staff as an assistant to my assistant. So you see this is really an interview and I have not brought you here on a false pretext."

"You're offering me a job?"

"Yes."

"After that thing I did in the restaurant?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Because I like your spunky nature, and I think Miss Preston you need a job and I need someone who won't be scared to run avoidance between me and those people I don't want to have to deal with. Anyone who isn't frightened of kicking a world famous actor in the balls must have balls herself. So what do you say? I'll pay you thirty five thousand a year. You get to shout at me when ever you want, and I'll take off any money I feel reasonable payment for any injuries or damage you do to me, my home or body." he laughed pointing at the mess of tangled flowers and water laying on the coffee table in front of him. "We'll forget this one and the incident in the restaurant, and start afresh, is it a deal?"

Lisa stared across at him, suspicion obvious in her voice, "Thirty five grand, what else would I have to do for that?"

Smiling at her across the space, taking in her lovely long legs, her beautiful eyes, her slim figure, her lovely long neck Mitch lent forward, "Not what ever is going through that dirty mind of yours Miss Preston." But he was lying. The thought of seeing those lovely blue eyes looking up at him as he made love to her started to take hold in his mind, and he started to get hard.

Jumping up and walking towards the door he had come through he said over his shoulder. "I'll take that as a yes you'll take the job. See you here at eight in the morning. You can see your way out."



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 02



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

 *

Ellie was explaining to Lisa what she would have to do this morning, handing her the list of names and phone numbers to call and make the arrangements for the Mitch's visit to Dublin next week. Explaining that they would all be leaving by one o'clock this afternoon for a press junket in a London Hotel organised by the Production Company that had made his latest film, Ellie told her she would be coming with and that after that they would all go onto the Charity Fund Raising Event that Mitch was supporting that evening.

Lisa listened, trying to take in all the instructions that Ellie was telling her in her fast and clipped voice. Sitting down in the small office at the back of the large apartment behind the desk she picked up the phone and started working her way down the list, a large one page a day diary and notepad in front of her, making the calls to ensure everything would go as smoothly as possible next week in Ireland.

The morning went fast and not once had she seen another human being as she worked on the directives given to her. Thirsty she wandered out of the small room and into the apartment proper, looking for a kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. 

That's where Mitch found her, standing leaning against the counter, sipping from a large mug. Walking into the kitchen, his body dripping with the sweat from his daily workout, widow beater vest clinging damply to him, his hair sticking to his head, he walked up to the enormous fridge and grabbed the bottle of energy drink and greedily drank it down. 

Lisa stood staring, a little flutter of attraction in the pit of her stomach at the very masculine body standing only five feet away, his long back towards her as he tipped his head back to drink. Wide shoulders with rounded and smooth muscles ran into corded and long arms sprinkled with dark hair. One of his arms was bent at the elbow, the hand resting on his slim hips, his tight bum was encased in damp black shorts topping strong masculine thighs, legs spread out, the picture of a sexually attractive man in his prime.

Eyeing his body, one she had seen stripped off and rolling around in bed in one of his movies, but now up close and in person made her heart beat a little faster, and she suddenly felt hot under her purple printed chiffon top. Blurting out she asked him artlessly, "Aren't you embarrassed stripping off naked on camera for everyone to see?"

Mitch turned around, lowering the bottle of drink, his smile wide, eyes sparkling, "Nope. Have it written in the contract now. Don't do a film unless they allow me to expose myself fully to the public. Perfect solution for an exhibitionist and flasher. Next movie I'm aiming for a full frontal."

"You're kidding?"

"Of course I am. I've only stripped off totally in one film, and only my naked ass could be seen. The other two I just showed my chest."

"But weren't you embarrassed? Exposing yourself in public like that?"

Mitch walked over to lean against the counter next to her. "Not really. How about you? Do you go topless on the beach? Do you get embarrassed then?"

Lisa answered in a slightly acerbic voice, "It's not the same!"

"Of course it is. The only difference is I'm getting paid a lot of money to strip off, you do it for free."

Turning towards him, the cup of hot coffee forgotten in her hand she started to argue, "No it's not......." But the coffee had splashed over the edge of the mug, onto Mitch's front, and she watched as the brown stain spread over the white of his top.

"My God woman, is that your answer to every argument we're going to have, throwing a drink over me?"

"Whoops, sorry."

Reaching behind her for a cloth she started to wipe down his front, trying to take out the stain.

"Leave it, it's all right, the top goes in the wash anyway."

Self consciously Lisa stepped back, realising what she had just been doing. Looking up at him she spat out, "It's not the same anyway. I've never gone topless on the beach." Then turning on her heel she walked out of the kitchen, her impossibly high heels tapping along, her black stretched jersey legging covered long legs capturing Mitch's attention as he watched her leave. Biting his lip to stop from laughing out loud he shouted out after her retreating back, "That's a fiver deducted and you haven't even finished your first morning yet. At this rate you're going to have to pay me to work here!"

The answering disembodied voice came back at him, "Fuck you Mr big fucking movie star."

Lisa heard his deep laugh all the way back to the small office where she sat down, a big smile on her face.

*

Running up the corridor, the clip board in her hand, Lisa scurried past the security men and waiting magazine reporters. She had lost the next person on her list, and she was frantically trying to find him. The afternoon was a revolving list of faces, all coming in to interview Mitch or Alicia, both in their respective rented for the afternoon Hotel suites, surrounded by Studio people, various hangers on and their own staff, one of which she was. It was her job to get the interviewers in and out in their allotted thirty minutes, and in order. Ellie was briefing Mitch on who they were and a little about each person before they came in so that he looked like he knew them and made a good impression. 

She was exhausted, they had started at two o'clock and it was now five thirty, and there were still three more interviews to go, including the lost reporter. Poking her head into the suite that Alicia was in she whispered to the PR person standing near the door "Is that Simon Farrow from 'Inside Movies Monthly'?

"No, this is some guy from 'Movies On-Line Review', why have you lost your body?"

Leaning back against the wall as she watched the tiny and very beautiful Alicia giggle and answer a question that the man opposite her was asking her, she admitted, "Yes, and he's due in to Mitch in five minutes."

"If you can't find him, send in the next if they're around. If not just tell them he's not turned up. I bet Mitch would like the break about now."

Running back to where Mitch's suite was she looked around wildly, not seeing any waiting reporters, and then entered in just as Ellie was gently easing the last one out across the room. Once he was gone, Lisa told Ellie that the next one was missing, no sign of him anywhere.

"Have you tried the men's loo down on the floor below?"

"No."

"Well don't just stand there, go look for him there. Mitch can have a break while you look for him, but we need to keep on time as the Charity thing starts at eight, and he needs to get changed and get cleaned up before we leave."

Running down to the men's Lisa stood in front of the door taking a deep breath before entering in. Two men stood their backs to her, peeing into the urinal, and one of the cubicles was closed.

"Anyone here called Simon Farrow?"

A fat middle aged man turned towards her, his penis sticking out of his fly, his hand holding it, "Hello.....is this a new service the Hotel is offering, women on tap with the toilets." Laughing the guy next to him turned around zipping himself up, "If you want me to be Simon Farrow I could be!"

Looking the idiots up and down Lisa told them, "Not interested guys, your cocks don't look big enough for me." and started to back out as they started to walk towards her, the face on the fat one flushing a deep red with anger.

"I'm Simon Farrow." She heard the voice in the cubicle say, "Are you ready for me?" 

"Mr Farrow, please can you hurry, you're holding us up." 

"No problem love, be right there." and the cubicle door opened as a skinny man in leather jacket and jeans walked out. Assessing the look on the two men' faces, he grabbed Lisa's arm and told her, "Show me the way up love."

*

Lisa stood at the back of the crowd watching as Mitch posed in front of the large marketing screen proclaiming 'Fashion fighting Fibromyalgia' written all over it, the camera bulbs flashing, a big smile on his face, photographers shouting at him to turn this way and that. 

She was exhausted, it was now eleven o'clock, and she had sat through the fashion show as she watched Mitch acting as compere and working the star studded crowd. There were so many people floating around that she had only ever seen in the movies or in the papers that her eyes hurt from staring, and Ellie had laughed earlier in the evening at her expression when at one point she had noticed Alicia Turvey kissing Ellie and holding hands with her round the back of the screen, out of the sight of the public and cameras.

"Close your mouth Lisa." Ellie told her, a look of pure pleasure on her face, "Never seen two women in love before."

"But I thought... Mitch and her....Ellie, does he know.... this will break his heart....how could you!"

"Oh sweetheart you're such an innocent. Of course he knows. Alicia and I have been lovers for over a year since we met on the set. Mitch is used as a smoke screen so no-one guesses about Alicia and to drum up publicity for the movie. It's good for business."

"But the Press....."

"They report what they're supposed to. Now go on, get the seats inside for us, we're at the back. But it's always a push to get the best ones at the back for the assistants so hurry or we'll have to stand for the next hour whilst the show is on."

Lisa felt a small flutter of relief, so Mitch and Alicia weren't really lovers. Interesting, but she wasn't quite sure why she felt relieved.

The evening had gone at fast pace, and now she was exhausted and wanting to go home and climb into bed. It had been a real baptism of fire on her first day, and she marvelled at the energy that Ellie and Mitch seemed to have as she watched him move around the room, shaking hands and making small talk as the famous faces mingled and enjoyed themselves relaxing. Drinks were being handed out by waiters and grabbing one off a passing tray she knocked it back, coughing as the sharp taste of the alcohol hit her. Quickly grabbing another she walked over to Ellie and asked her, "When do we get off tonight?"

"I've called the car, Mitch is tired and we should be leaving soon."

Lisa looked over at Mitch who seemed to be totally happy and listening to a television soap star whispering in his ear. "Can you drop me off at the nearest tube station on the way to the apartment; I need to get a train home."

"Don't worry; Mitch has already said he'll drop you home. I'm going back with Alicia." 

Nodding Lisa sipped at the drink in her hand, watching the crowd swirl in front of her, waiting along with all the other minions to the stars along the edge of the room, waiting for them to give them the nod to summon the cars.

*

Mitch watched the sleeping woman as she slumped opposite him in the big limousine. He was tired as usual, his head thumping from all the small talk he had made today. Loosening his tie around his neck he undid the top button and settled back as the car glided along to his apartment. He had told the driver to go straight there before taking Lisa home, but he felt bad looking at her as she obviously was more shattered than him, and he started to lean forward to change the instructions when an idea drifted into his head. Leaning back he smiled to himself. Maybe the night wasn't over yet!

As the big car pulled up in front of the old building, he bent forward and got out of the car before turning around and scooped up the sleeping woman. She was as light as a feather, her slim body draped in his arms, her head nestled against his shoulder. The driver went up to the door and opened it using Mitch's key that he took from the his hand holding her legs, and helping him get the lift they went up to the door of his apartment, where Mitch turned to the driver and told him, "Thanks Graham, see you tomorrow."

"No sweat Mitch," giving him a man to man look, "enjoy the rest of your evening."

Going into the hall, Mitch carried the sleeping Lisa into his bedroom, laying her on his extra large bed, and stepping back stripped off his clothes, looking down at the sprawled out body in front of him. She lay there, one hand gently up near her face, the other laying next to her body, her face sweet as she carried on sleeping, totally unaware of the completely naked man standing staring down at her.

Climbing onto the bed, he slowly lifted her top up and over her head, lifting her arms up, guiding the sleeves off her and her head through the loose scoop neck. Her body was slim and long, with small breasts encased in a white lacy bra, and Mitch sat back just staring for awhile before gently peeling the tight leggings down and removing them along with the crazy shoes with the really high heels she seemed to favour.

Manoeuvring her so that he could get her under the duvet, he held his breath as she moved, rolling over onto her stomach, an unintelligible sigh escaping her mouth, revealing a Tinkerbell tattoo at the base of her spine slightly above her right buttock, which was enticingly covered with a small pair of white lace panties. Lying down next to her he pulled her closer to him, his arm snaking under her head, settling her against his side just as she murmured, "Oliver, don't forget to let the cat out."

"Oliver, who the fuck was Oliver?" Mitch thought, her body snuggling into his, very warm and very inviting. She hadn't said anything about a boyfriend, or even that she was married. He hadn't even thought about that. Damn, she was going to kill him when she woke up. Slowly extricating himself from her, he slipped out of bed and grabbing his trousers from the floor padded out the room and down to one of his spare guest rooms where he flopped out on the bed, disgruntled and angry.

*

Lisa woke up and rolling over looked around her at her strange surroundings. Where was she? This definitely wasn't her bedroom. Her bedroom had her clothes and things hanging from every available space, this was a room that was big and tidy, done in the same muted colours as the rest of the Mitch's apartment. Checking to see if she had anything on, she saw to her relief she was wearing her bra and pants, but who had undressed her?

Looking to find a clock, she found one on the bedside table, and gasped when she saw the time. Eleven O'clock. She should have been at work by now. Sitting up she looked for her clothes, and finding them on the floor by the side of bed, she quickly slipped them on and rushed out to the small office and looked for Ellie.

What she found was a sweaty Mitch in his workout clothes drinking from a bottle in front of the fridge in the kitchen. Seeing her come in he told her, "Stay over there. I don't want to take the chance of you throwing anymore drinks over me!"

"What am I doing here? Why wasn't I taken back home last night. Who put me to bed?"

"You're here because it was easier than taking you home last night, we were both shattered and I thought it would be better."

"Who took off my clothes?"

"Who's Oliver?"

"None of your business...."

"Yes it is..."

"No it isn't." Moving towards the fridge she opened it and finding a carton of Orange drink went over to the cupboards and started looking for a glass. Reaching up to the cupboard behind him Mitch took out and handed her the glass.

"Who is he?"

"Why?"

"Because if we're going to sleep together I want to know who my rival is."

Spluttering as she took her first mouthful of the juice, it sprayed out at him, hitting him dead centre in his chest. "What did you just say...?"

"Jesus, can you just stop soaking me with any liquid you get your hands on woman. My cleaning bill has doubled since I met you."

"What did you just say you creep."

"I said we are going to sleep together and I wanted to know who this Oliver is."

"I'm not going to sleep with you, you overblown twerp. Who do you think you are? Gods gift to women. Not every one you meet wants to jump into bed with you. We're not in one of your stupid movies. Piss off."

Slamming down the glass of juice on the counter so that it splashed him again, she started to storm out the kitchen, only to feel her arm grabbed and her body turned towards him. Her hands went out automatically pushing against his chest, as his mouth came down to hers, their noses knocking as he positioned his face, his lips open, kissing her, softly.

"If not now, soon. Believe it Lisa Preston, you and I, we are going to make real sparks together, and I don't believe I'm God's gift to women, just a man who really fancies you, and wants very much to have a chance to show you how much."

"In your dreams." Stepping back she looked up into his eyes, "and take the money off my wages for cleaning up your dirty clothes, and even dirtier mind."

Mitch watched as she stormed out of the kitchen, back ramrod straight, calling after her, "I take it that's a no then?"

"Take it however you want, if you need me I'll be in the office....I take it I still work for you?"

"Yes."

"Then listen to your employee, the boss does not get to fuck the staff. It's against the rules."

It seemed he was always destined to watch her storming away from him, with her getting in the last word.

*



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 03



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

          *

The hair stylist was fussing with his hair as the photographer checked out the lighting on some sort of instrument. Lisa watched as Mitch calmly sat in the pile of hay, the evening suit he was modelling for the fashion shot hanging open, along with his shirt and the bow tie hanging undone, his sexy chest peeking through. The female model draped over his shoulder, her breasts hardly covered by the slinky evening dress, her face close to his, her long black hair looking like she had been rolling around with Mitch in the hay.

The photography studio was hot and humid, and she had watched as he had disappeared into the changing room along with the female dresser from the magazine four times, never once hearing him complain as people fussed around him, making sure his hair was just so, the make up and lighting right. 

Moving his body as he was directed by the photographer he smiled, or pulled a sexy or moody face whenever he was told, the click of the camera capturing shots that would be used in next months best selling fashion magazine for men. Lisa's job was to make sure he had lots of liquid to drink, and to watch the time as he was due to meet up with some Director for drinks at The Dorchester Hotel in Park Lane, and time was marching on. Ellie had told her to make sure he was there on time as this was an important meeting.

Feeling her temper rise as she watched the model move in closer to him, her mouth pouting as she posed looking like she was blowing in his ear, she asked in a loud voice, "Excuse me, but how much longer?"

"Who are you? Don't interrupt, I'm working." The photographer snarled as he started clicking away, "Move your left leg out more, that's it, head down, eyes looking up, a little more sex please in the eyes."

Interrupting she asked again, "I said how much longer, Mitch needs to be across town for a meeting in an hour."

"Who let this woman in, get her out."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Oh yes you are. Someone remove her." Turning to face Mitch and the model the photographer kept on shooting.

Watching with interest Mitch saw two of the photographers assistants go to take hold of Lisa's arms and show her out. Big mistake he thought as he watched her take a swing at one of them, hitting him in the stomach, the woman was a walking mine field, but he loved that she was so spirited. Grimacing he started to get up before she did much damage, only to be told by the photographer to stay where he was. Feeling his own anger rise at being spoken to like that and seeing Lisa being manhandled he stood up and walked over pulling her from the assistants' hands.

"She's with me, leave her alone." Pointing over to the corner of the studio he told her, "Go over there and behave."

"You need to be at The Dorchester in less than an hour."

"Do as you're told, go over there and behave. We'll finish up in about twenty minutes and you can phone and explain to Stuart that we're going to be late."

"Bloody megalomaniac!"

Swatting her bottom as she walked away he told her, "Bloody brat."

Watching the scene as it played out in front of them one gay assistant told the other, "Obviously they haven't screwed each other yet, just a matter of time!"

The other nodded, "Well if she doesn't want him, I'll take him on."

*

Mitch sat listening to Stuart explain that the production was on hold due to the second lead breaking his leg last week skiing, and that the part was now open and being offered to him.

Sitting back Mitch narrowed his eyes, "I take it I'm not the first replacement you've offered this to?"

"Not exactly."

"Who's turned it down?"

"Look Mitch it's a great part. Not starring part, but an important part. Pivotal to the plot. Its five weeks filming in Vancouver, starting week after tomorrow. I can offer you a straight six million. Not your usual price I know, but it's a role that will showcase your serious side and I've heard on the grapevine you're looking for this type of meaty part."

"Who's turned it down?"

"It's not a case of turning it down, more of not being free to accept."

"Who?"

"Butler and Farrell."

"Who else?"

Leaning forward Stuart told him, "Eric Bana, but I promise you were always a real choice. The studio just thought that your last movies being such light comedies would deflect away from the depth of the part, but I always felt that you could bring real feeling to the character and his suffering. I loved you in 'Race against Time' and saw you on stage a few years ago in 'Indigo Nights' thought you gave a very contained and electric performance."

Mitch sat back, aware he was in the driving seat. They needed him, and he had heard of the part a couple of years ago and would have liked to have been offered it then, but it had gone to someone else. But now they needed him as time was running out. He had a clear six weeks ahead, with only promotional work booked. He could easily fit it in.

"Make it ten plus half point percentage and I'll do it."

"Eight plus a quarter."

"Eight plus a half."

"Done."

Shaking hands Mitch told him, "Speak to George Hardy my agent and get the contract and script over to me. When do you need me in Vancouver?"

"Next Sunday. First scene is scheduled for you on the Monday morning. I'll have wardrobe get your sizes, should be ok you're about the same size as Reynolds."

"Sorry to hear he broke his leg."

"Yeah but his loss is your gain."

Smiling Mitch thought, 'Yeah, lucky break for me.'

*

Lisa sat at the desk listening to Ellie making the arrangements for Mitch to go out to Canada, sorting out somewhere for him to stay during the filming and liaising with the films production team and his agent. The morning had been a complete rush, sorting out, cancelling and re-arranging his schedule. Ellie left dealing with the cancellations and difficult people to Lisa, her natural feisty nature easily taking on those who tried to argue with her on the change of plans, and the offering of alternative dates later in his calendar.

Mitch sat, the script that had been sent over on his lap, the glass of mineral water in his hand, learning his lines. The wind rustled his hair as he sat out on his balcony, concentrating on the words in front of him, running them through his mind, picturing his character and the unwritten background to the life that would underpin how he felt he could play him. Inside the apartment the cleaners were doing their stuff, and the phone was ringing as newspapers were phoning up to get a quote after it being announced he was taking over the part. Ellie deflected the calls, giving official press quotes between making arrangements, and Lisa marvelled at the efficiency and speed that everything was happening.

"Is it always like this?" she asked.

"Pretty much. Pop out and check on Mitch and see if he needs anything."

Walking out to the balcony she looked down at him, sitting in jeans and a tee shirt, glasses perched on his nose, his hair a tousled mess, and her heart did a flip flop. "Ellie sent me out to see if you need anything."

Putting down the script he smiled, "Just a little company for five minutes to clear my head. Sit down."

Lisa sat down, propping her face on her fist, "I didn't know you wore glasses."

"Only to read. How are you finding working for me? Any problems?"

"Just you."

Laughing he sat back, "You realise we've got just one week to get it together before I leave for Canada?"

"I told you, in your dreams."

Taking off his glasses and leaning forward, his face inches from hers, he looked deep into her eyes and he told her, his voice deep and quiet, "I did...last night!...and it was perfect...you were perfect."

Lisa felt herself flush, the butterflies in her stomach starting, warm and familiar as she listened as he carried on, "I kissed every inch of your body in my dream, biting that tantalising tattoo at the base of your spine, nibbling the back of your thighs, kissing the back of your knees, sucking your breasts, feeling you under my mouth, under my hands."

As he stopped talking and just looked into her eyes she heard herself say, "What happened next?"

Sitting back he laughed, "Next you threw a glass of water in my face and I woke up."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did. Somehow in my dream you were true to form. When it really happens I'm going to make sure there isn't a drop of liquid within five hundred feet of us."

Standing up she told him, "It's never going to happen."

"Oh yes it is my love. Oliver or no Oliver..... Who ever he is!"

"Just remember there is such a thing as sexual harassment, and how did you know about my tattoo?"

"Just you remember there is such a thing as sexual attraction, and you know we've got it, you and I in spades, and I saw your tattoo up close and personal when I took off your clothes the other night and put you to bed."

Walking out, her back to him as usual, she told him, "Speak for yourself Mr movie star Lawson. I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole, and if you try anything fresh I'll hit you with more than my foot in your balls next time." 

Picking up the script he shook his head, aware that his obsession with her was growing more and more, day by day.

*

Lisa sat in her favourite chair, re-telling the afternoon scene to Shivvy, her feet tucked under her. "....and then he had the gall to tell me as I was leaving today that he wanted me to accompany him to Ireland on Tuesday."

"So are you going?"

"Of course I am. I just love teasing him. He's just so much fun to argue with. He needs me to make sure his head doesn't get too wide, and his ego too big."

"Lisa, you're playing with fire. He's so out of your league."

"No he isn't, not if you met him, He's really quite nice and down to earth. Over the last week I've watched him, and he really works hard. Harder than I could have imagined, and he's so polite to everyone. He's ever so normal really, and so cute in his glasses."

"Oh Lisa your falling for him aren't you."

"I am not. I just like him, and teasing him."

"It's more than that. I can see when you talk about him your face gets that look you had with Oliver."

"No it doesn't. Besides it's just flirting. Nothing is going to come of it."

But Shivvy could see her friend was falling again for an unsuitable man, one that was going to break her heart eventually.

*



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 04



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

          *

The Irish interviewer asked the same questions that everyone else always asked him, and Mitch trotted out the same old answers, smiling and delivering them as if this was the first time he had been asked them. Standing watching Lisa yawned, bored, the publicity for the movie now just a part of her job, a lot of waiting around, interspersed with frantic running around getting the right people in front of Mitch and then away from him when it was required.

The studio PR man nodded towards her, pointing up at the clock on the wall, and Lisa walked over to the small table in the Hotel suite, picking up the bottle of water and walked towards Mitch and the interviewer, standing behind the camera out of shot as they wound up the recording.

"Thank you Mitch and I know I can say that the sparks between you and Alicia on screen are hot enough to start a fire, so if people want to see the two of you mirror real life chemistry on screen they should go and watch the movie."

Giving the man a smile Mitch shook hands and told him, "She gives a great comic performance in this film, and even the poodle played it for laughs. It was real fun working with her, she's a lovely lady and very talented,"

"Cut...."

"Thanks, great interview."

Getting up Mitch walked towards Lisa, taking the bottle of water and taking a long drink, "How many more?"

"Last one coming up."

"Thank God, freedom for the rest of the day. Fancy a drive out into the surrounding countryside. I need to clear my head and get some work done on my lines with the new script."

"Alright, I'll call the driver."

"No, just the two of us, I'll drive, I need to cut loose."

*

Lisa sat watching the amazing scenery out of the car window as Mitch guided the car up the hill, rolling barren hills with craggy rocks, a waterfall tumbling down into a river down in the valley below, and only the occasional sheep could be seen. They had been driving for about an hour out of Dublin, leaving people and the bustle behind, and each mile they drove Mitch seemed to relax more, his jacket thrown on the back seat of the hire car, shirt sleeves rolled up. Pulling the car over at the top of the hill he got out and walking over the uneven ground to the top of a drop, and stood taking deep breaths filling the fresh clean air deep into his lungs. Lisa followed tottering on her high heeled and very unsuitable shoes, wobbling in her usual tight short skirt, her heavy jewellery jangling as she tried to balance on the uneven ground.

Holding out his hand towards her, she took it and he steadied her as she took the last couple of steps to stand next to him. Looking across the valley Mitch asked, "Isn't it magnificent, the raw beauty of it all?" Sitting down he leaned back.

Getting down next to him, Lisa asked him, "Don't you get fed up always being surrounded by people, no privacy? People staring at you, talking to you as if you're a character in one of your films?"

Laying back Mitch plucked out a blade of grass and put the end in his mouth, "I'm not surrounded by people right now."

"No your not, but this morning all the people kept talking to you as if they knew you, and you have never met any of them, and they all asked such personal questions. I know it would drive me mad."

"Part of the trade off you make." Turning his head towards where she sat next to him he told her, "Even you assume I'm like you expect me to be, not how I really am."

"I do not."

"Yes you do."

"I do not."

Taking a deep breath Mitch asked her, "Are you always so argumentative, or is it just with me?"

"I'm not argumentative!"

"Who's Oliver?"

In the ensuing silence Lisa sat wondering whether to tell him about her disastrous last relationship, whilst Mitch lay there looking up at her, her back as usual facing him, body language prickly, waiting to see if she would tell him what he wanted to know. Picking up a blade of grass and shredding it she started to tell him about Oliver. 

"Oliver and I were at Art College together. We met there and moved in together soon after we met. He made the most amazing paintings, very vibrant, full of passion, very avant-garde. I make portraits, collages out of everyday things, textural, full of depth. His work started to sell, mine didn't. He became more successful, his work selling well, people noticing his talent, I felt in his shadow. One day I came home and found him in bed with two women."

Eyebrows raised high, a look of male alertness on his face, "Two!" 

"Yes." Glancing back at Mitch's interested look, "Everyman's fantasy, two at the same time."

"Don't knock it, fantasy that is. For some of us fantasy keeps us going."

Moving sideways to face him square on, leaning on her right arm she looked down and told him, "You probably could just snap your fingers and have any woman you wanted."

"How boring is that. I'd rather have the one woman I really wanted." Lifting his hand he stroked the side of her face, "Don't be like the others, and don't judge me by the image that's sold."

Sitting up Mitch leaned towards her, kissing her sweetly, and then whispering against her lips, "Judge me as a man, one that really likes you and would like to make love to you very, very badly."

Staring into his deep brown eyes, Lisa felt herself melt, her arms going around his neck as she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, his mouth closing over hers in a deep wet kiss. Feeling herself pushed backwards, the kiss deepening even more, she lay back as Mitch raised himself over her, 

Moving his hand up to her face, Mitch touched her tenderly, the taste of her sweet on his tongue, her hands around his neck pulling him down towards her, the feel of water hitting his back....!

Water......! 

Breaking the kiss he turned his head to look up at the sky, "Oh no, rain." Looking down at the woman under him, her eyes full of passion, her mouth open, lips glistening wet and shiny, he told her, "I don't know how you manage it, but even out here in the middle of nowhere you're getting me soaked. Come on, let's get back to the Hotel and finish this," Getting up, he held out his hand pulling her to standing and hand in hand they walked back to the car.

*

Sitting on the bed, her foot in his lap, Mitch took the sexy shoe off her foot, then holding her foot resting on his lap he started to massage her sole, his thumbs rubbing up and down her sensitive skin, "I love your taste in footwear, very erotic. Since I met you I've started to get a shoe fetish, each day waiting to see what crazy footwear and how high your heels are going to be. Each day you haven't disappointed me."

Lisa sat on the bed, the feel of his warm hands holding her foot, his strong thumbs relaxing the tender muscle that the very high heeled shoes had put pressure on, "My dream is to one day own a pair of Jimmy Choo's." she explained, "or Christian Lauboutin's."

Smiling Mitch removed the other shoe, rubbing her other foot before kissing the ball of her big toe and then taking the digit into his mouth and sucking. The feel of his wet warm mouth surrounding the toe sent a tingle down her leg, and laying back she stretched her body out, inviting him to follow. Putting down her leg, Mitch knelt crawling up and over her, lowering his body over hers, pressing her down on the bed, his mouth finding hers as her arms swept around his back. Running his tongue over the edge of her teeth and then into her mouth, he curled it stroking her tongue with the tip of his, lost in the taste and feel of her, his hips pushing against her, his hard length behind the material of his trousers seeking and finding purchase to rub against.

Breaking the kiss he moved his mouth to nibble and kiss at the side of her neck, his hand sweeping up to cup her breast over the crocheted silver bolero and silky pink camisole, "You remind me of a exotic bird I once saw in a zoo as a child, exciting and colourful, always seeming just out of reach. I wanted to capture that bird and take it home," moving his mouth down as he pulled at the material of her clothes and bra exposing her breasts to his mouth, he whispered "stroke its multi-coloured feathers, watch it take flight," his teeth nipped her nipple, "then cage it for myself."

Lisa melted as his mouth started to suckle at her breast, taking it deep into the velvety depths, the echoing tingle in her chest pulsing deep in her belly and between her thighs.

Moving down and pushing her top up to expose her belly he kissed her naval, his tongue plunging into the small dip, swirling around, "train it to only respond to me, and me alone."

Pushing her small tight skirt up to bunch around her hips, his head moved further down, settling between her thighs as they opened for him, and ripping the small white thong from covering her mound, "and making it fly as high as it can before coming back down to earth and sit in my hands."

Just before his mouth closed over her sex, the tip of his tongue finding her clitoris he whispered, "Fly for me Lisa, hit the heights and come back to me."

*

Lisa snuggled deeper back against Mitch's warm body curved against her back, listening to his slow sleeping breaths as they tickled her neck. Her body felt gloriously languid, their love having eased every muscle in her body, her orgasm had indeed made her fly, high and swirling, before she had come down to find herself holding on to him. 

His hands and mouth had worshiped her, pushing her upwards before he had undressed and replaced them with his hard shaft, pressing into her with a forcefulness that took her breath away. Moving inside her, his body arched up on his arms, his muscles had moved under her hands, and she had felt herself swept back up as his manhood had slid back and forth, the rhythm steady and sure. 

Gasping as her legs had swept up encircling his hips, her body bucking up to meet his thrusts, she had let go as she had reached the sky once again, the colours exploding behind her closed eyes, feeling him stiffen and still as he joined her to flutter high in the clouds before their bodies had tumbled back down to lie tangled together, replete in the sweet afterglow of sexual release.

Content wrapped up in his arms, she lay her fingers stroking his forearm as it lay across her holding her body to him, her mind wandering and thinking of nothing, but filled with Mitch, his smile, his teasing, and his wonderful lovemaking.

*

Next time she awoke she turned over in the bed to find it empty. Sitting up, she looked around the Hotel bedroom, listening for any noise in the large Hotel suite.

"Mitch....where are you?"

"Out here." Came his voice, deep and warm, "in the sitting room."

Getting out of bed and grabbing his discarded shirt she slipped it on, doing up a couple of buttons, and wandered out into the main entrance area of the suite. He sat in the chair, a pair of jeans pulled on, the script in his hand.

"Come over here." and opening his arms he invited her to settle on his lap. "You're just in time to test me on my lines. Here you read the lines for the parts of Miller and Fuentes, and I'll fill in my bit... that's these under Matthew Brink."

Settling down, her head on his shoulder she read from the script in her hand as he answered her with his lines, sometimes nailing them on the head, sometimes forgetting parts of lines. Each time he got a line wrong she would laugh and hit him playfully on the shoulder, and each time he got it right he would kiss her nose. They did this for an hour until he had ten pages of script down pat, covering three separate scenes in the film.

After that they sat, Lisa curled up on his lap, talking into the small hours of the morning, until the long silences between words told them it was time to sleep, and getting up they wandered back to the tangled sheets, wrapping themselves around each other and drifting down into dreamless slumber.

*

Lisa sat in the economy class seat, just as she had on the flight out to Dublin, Mitch in First Class, but this time she felt hurt. She knew that the tickets had been pre booked by Ellie, and it was before they had become lovers, but it felt like she was being treated as less than important to him.

That morning they had awoken, touching each other, kissing and smiling as new lovers do. Eager to learn what gave each other pleasure, to discover and give gratification, to take from each touch, each nibble, each kiss the ultimate thrill. 

Showering together she had laughed as he pointed out it was the first time he had gotten her wet instead of the other way around as he massaged the lather into her hair, watching as the suds trickled down her neck, over her small breasts and trailing little lines of white bubbles over her belly to mingle in her blond pubic hair.

He loved the little tattoo of the fairy, kissing it, rubbing her bottom with his big hands, telling her that he had loved watching her ass as it switch back and forth as she had stomped away from him each time they had argued over the last weeks. Lisa had glowed in the playfulness, her heart melting, but now she sat, cramped between a large man with bad cold, and a woman with bad breath, whilst Mitch sat up the front of the plane, engrossed in the script, planning out his interpretation and learning his lines, the woman he had made love to last night and this morning pushed to the back of his mind. 

*



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 05



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

          *

Shivvy sat listening as Lisa waxed lyrical about the two days in Ireland and her time alone with Mitch. Unable to stop talking about him, she curled up on the big chair, the glass of wine forgotten in her hand, telling the sweet memories to her closest friend. Whilst she sat and listened Shivvy worried for her friend, watching her face lit up, her eyes sparkling, the smile on her mouth wide with remembering.

"Lisa, you know I love you so you know I only have your best interests at heart when I say this."

"Please don't Shivvy. I know what you're going to say, but you're wrong, He's not like you think. He really likes me and it's more that just the big movie star getting his roll in bed with the star struck fan."

"Are you sure you know what your doing? After all you told me he's going to Canada for five weeks next week. Is he taking you with him?"

"I don't know. Ellie is going....."

"But are you going? Has he asked you to go out there?"

"Not exactly......."

"Be careful Lisa, don't give your heart. He'll break it if you're not careful."

"No he won't Shivvy. He's so sweet and kind. You should meet him."

"Lisa he's an actor, he can play at being sweet. Please don't rush in with both feet."

"Too late Shivvy, I already have!"

*

Mitch saw the hurt in her eyes as he stood opposite her in the kitchen at the end of the day. "It's only for five weeks. I'll be back before you know it."

"But you're going to be gone so soon. We've only just started......"

Moving forward and picking her up by her waist, he placed her on the kitchen counter, "All the more reason to make good use of the time we have left before I leave...."

Spreading her thighs wide to allow him to move between them, her arms encircling his neck, she felt his hands sweep up the inside of her thighs, fingers burrowing in behind the crotch of her pants, finding her vagina and burrowing in with one of them. Gasping and leaning back, her head dropping back as his mouth started to suck at her sensitive skin there, she felt him place another finger in to join the one moving back and forth inside her, spreading her and causing her to moisten and pant.

His mouth moved down over the thin material of her top, and bite her nipple through the bright red covering. It wasn't a soft bite, but a hard tight bite that made her jerk, but his hands left her down below to grab her back and hold her still for his assault on her breasts with his teeth.

"Ow that hurt......"

Growling deep in his chest he held her still, moving his mouth from breast to breast, biting her.

"Mitch......ow!....Mitch.....stop."

His hands moved around to the neckline of her top, pulling it down her arms, pinning them to her sides, exposing her braless globes, and carried on biting the now exposed turgid tips, his teeth worrying and pulling at the hard nubs, sharp pain/pleasure running through her body, pooling deep in her belly.

She felt him push up her skirt further out his way, his hands grabbing and frantically ripping away her small throng, then him fumbling at his flies, all the while his mouth and teeth bruising her tender breasts and nipples, his hands rough with her now exposed body as he grabbed her buttocks pulling her forward on the counter, and then she felt his hard cock pushing in and entering her.

Unable to raise her arms to hold on as he thrust hard and fast into her, she felt him raise his head, and his teeth biting at the side of her neck, sharp and painful.

"Mitch....stop....ow....huhhhhhh."

The feel of him moving deep and hard inside of her, unable to move to relieve the pressure or join in, she sat there as he fucked her, his hands holding her still for his frantic movements.

Slowly she felt her tension start to build, the feeling of helplessness and the small pains his mouth was inflicting on her pushing her up towards her orgasm, her head fell forward her hands grabbing at the hard surface of the counter.

"Please....Mitch....Mmmmm....uhhhh."

She felt him start to grind into her, his hips moving from side to side, her legs pushed wider apart, his hands moving around from her back to hold them apart, wide and spread.

"Oh...oh....oh.....!"

The wave of pleasure peaked through her as she came, the feel of him pumping deep, his teeth and hands marking her tender sweat soaked skin, her high heeled shoes hitting the front of the counter trying to find purchase as he continued his single minded pounding of her body.

"Hunhhhhhh....!"

His own shout of release came as he spilled his hot sperm into her, his strong hands holding her still as his own orgasm pulled at the centre of his soul, ripping out the pleasure from his groin with hot pulsing bursts.

Sitting there joined as their bodies calmed down, dishevelled, her body nerves starting to hurt where his sharp teeth had bruised her skin, she looked up at him, eyes bright with a mixture of shock and left over pleasure.

"What was that all about?"

Running his fingers through her short spiky hair, he held her head steady and looking into her eyes with his he told her, "That was marking you as mine. The five weeks will pass quickly, but I want you to remember tonight. I want you to miss me. You will miss me....and I will miss you but you can't come with. I'll be working and I need to be able to channel all my energies into this role. It's a great role and a chance of a lifetime, and I intend to focus on it and not any distractions....and you would be a distraction."

Lisa smiled, believing him, forgetting that he was an actor, that he could play his role and make her believe anything he told her.

*

Mitch stood on the set, hitting his mark, the hot lights burning down on him. Around him the crew was settling down ready to start filming, behind him stood the other actor in this scene, in his hand the incriminating file that was the reason for the confrontation between them in the take. To his right stood the young make up girl, her brush sweeping over his brow, matting down the shine, her breast lightly touching his arm as she reached up to his face.

"Thanks." He murmured, her smile back warm and inviting.

The last four days had been intense, with no time for rehearsals as he joined the other actors, meeting them and slipping into the film as seamlessly as he could. But he had noticed this make up girl yesterday, and he watched her as she stepped back behind the camera taking note of her long red hair reaching down to her waist, wondering if her pubic hair matched.

Before he left he had worked hard, winding up his obligations and promo on the last film, spending his nights with Lisa, making love, her crazy humour and personality making their sexual couplings interesting and inventive.

But here he was, in Canada, for five weeks, and his interest was being peaked by the girl with the red hair, the memory of Lisa and the last week fading fast.

Back in the UK Lisa wandered around the apartment between working answering Mitch's fan letters, sending off digitally pre signed photos and letters in answer to written requests, sorting out the upkeep of his home and ensuring any business queries were sent over for Ellie to deal with in Canada. Walking slowly into his bedroom she smiled remembering only last Saturday morning when they had made love, her on her hands and knees, doggy style, Mitch laughing as he slide in and out of her, while she pretended to bark.

It had only been a week but she missed him, missed their clashing and quick banter, missed him making her body soar, missed just watching him as he sat reading his script, learning his lines as his glasses slipped down his nose, his mouth repeating the words to himself as he absorbed the role he was going to play.

Realising she had fallen in love with him, she opened a draw in his walk in wardrobe, pulling out a sweater and holding it up to her nose took in a deep breath filling in her lungs with the unique smell of him, before slipping it on over her tight multi coloured tee shirt and hugging herself as she walked back to the office the other side of the large apartment and back to work.

*

Two weeks later Lisa sat with Shivvy, tears streaming down her face, the Sunday newspaper spread out in front of her, the picture of Mitch and some red haired woman walking along hand in hand with the heading, 'Love rat Lawson dumps Alicia for unknown red head.'

"How could he...." Lisa snivelled, "Only the other day he told me he was missing me on the phone, and that he couldn't wait until the film wrapped up so he could see me."

Biting her lip Shivvy stopped herself from saying 'I told you so' and just reached across to place her hand on Lisa's shoulder as she sat slumped in the chair next to her.

"I feel such a fool."

"You're not a fool sweetie, just someone who wears her heart on her sleeve and falls in love too quickly."

Hiccupping she nodded, "It didn't take me long this time did it?"

Smiling her friend agreed, "No it didn't take you long this time." Then frowning she asked, "What are you going to do now?"

Sitting up, her anger rising up, "Well I'm not going to wait around for the big brush off, I'm going to quit my job. I've got my first months money, and I'll go back to the agency and see what they've got for me, and fuck Mr big two timing movie star"

Settling back, Shivvy could see her overdue rent getting farther and farther into being repaid back into the distance. "Don't rush into anything Lisa."

But she knew it was a hopeless piece of advice to give to her friend. Lisa always was one to rush into everything without thinking it through.

*

The redheads thighs rubbed against the side of his head as she moved sinuously, trying to push her clit harder against his tongue as he lapped at it, her tight red pubic curls tickling his nose along with her strong female sexual scent. His hands held her buttocks as he bit down on the swollen hard bud, feeling her jerk in his hands, the muscles in her bottom squeezing as she clamped her thighs tighter with the sudden feel of pain.

"Oh God, yessss......."

Biting down again he held the glistening red piece of flesh as he felt her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling frantically to try to relieve the sharp pain, but he held on, growling deep in his throat before moving his right hand down and around, sliding three fingers into her tight hole and rubbing, hearing her squeal as her orgasm started to hit.

The side of Mitch that loved rough sex took over completely and even as the small woman lay engrossed in her ecstasy, he got up on his knees and flipped her over, holding her arms down beside her head, he covered her body with his pressing down and holding her still, spreading her legs as he pressed his engorged cock into her body, hard and fast, feeling her muscles still in spasm as he thrust down, hitting her cervix and causing an even louder squeal as the dull pain deep inside her registered through her pleasure.

Pumping hard and fast, he held the wriggling woman down with his weight, ramming himself in as far as he could, his balls hitting her cunt as she lay there her second orgasm rising to meet his. Both bodies slick with sweat, panting and grunting in the dark Canadian night.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 06



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between

 *

The phone kept ringing, but there was no answer, and Mitch started to worry. Leaning against the wall of the trailer he listened to the ringing tone, panic building. Glancing up and seeing Ellie walking towards him, a sheet of paper in her hand he hung up, watching the sly smile on her face as she came nearer to him.

"Here, if you're wondering why you're not getting an answer at the other end, this is the reason."

Handing him the printed out email he read the words, not really taking them in at first and having to read them again.

"Shit, shit, shit."

Ellie smiled, "And what did you think would happen when your little work diversion got back to her through the newspapers in the UK?"

"It's only that, a diversion. There's nothing in it. It's just release from the tension of work."

"She doesn't know you like I do Mitch. She's not used to your usual little diversions."

Scrunching up the e mail from Lisa that in a few short terse lines told him what Lisa thought of him and that she had resigned from her job he swore. "She's being stupid, what did she think I would do for five weeks. It's not as if we're married. We've only just met."

"So why are you so angry that she's dumped you?" the smile grew purely malicious, "Male ego? Hurt pride? Or just plain shock that she would do it?"

Mitch felt himself flush, "I'll sort this out when I get back in a few weeks time. It's not ego Ellie, nor pride. I really liked her."

"You have a strange way of showing it Mitch, fucking the redhead."

*

Lisa stood at the water cooler in the office that she had been temping in for the last few days. She felt continually thirsty and kept peeing lately. Over the past week she had ignored the voicemail messages and texts on her mobile from Mitch, her self righteous indignation fuelling her anger at him.

Stomping over towards her desk where a pile of paperwork sat waiting to be filed, she felt the nausea sweep up suddenly, causing her to run towards the ladies, only just making it as she brought up her breakfast in loud heaving noises.

Sitting on the toilet wiping her sweat beaded forehead she realised what this meant,

Pregnant. With Mitch's child. What a mess.

She could hardly support herself, and now she had an added complication. Bursting into tears she sat there in the small cubical sobbing until she was found by one of the other office workers who comforted her as Lisa poured out her heart, admitting that she was no longer with the possible father, omitting to mention who that father was.

*

Walking down the steps of the plane at Heathrow a few weeks later Mitch was determined to see Lisa and make up. He had it all planned out in his mind. He was going to explain that he had made a big mistake with the red head, and that he would promise not to ever do it again if Lisa would just give him another chance. Hoping she would forgive him he strode towards the VIP lounge and out to the car waiting to sweep him home.

Walking through the VIP corridor out to the exit a few hardy photographers took photos, and unlike his normal self he scowled at them, angry at their part in revealing his liaison with the make up girl to the world and ultimately to Lisa.

Settling back into the leather of the car seat he told the driver, "Forget taking me home, take me to Grand Drive in Bromley, South London." He was gambling that by the time they would have fought the London traffic across to the South East of London from Heathrow Lisa would be home.

*

Shivvy was bending over looking at the lasagne in the oven, checking to see how it was cooking when the doorbell rang. Shutting the oven door and straightening up she called up to Lisa who had arrived home from work only moments before, and was doing her now nightly ritual of throwing up in the bathroom before she came back down to settle for the night and for the two of them to discuss and plan for her future.

Calling up the stairs Shivvy yelled,"You expecting anyone tonight?"

Hearing a muffled "No." she walked to the door and opened it.

"What do you want you bastard?" she hissed at the man standing on her doorstep, his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, his designer black leather jacket open over his light blue tee shirt, his hair glistening with the drops of rain that was starting to fall.

"Is Lisa here?"

Shivvy started to close the door, only to have Mitch put his arm up and stop it from closing, "Is she here?"

"Fuck off you bastard. Haven't you done enough damage? Or are you here to gloat." 

Pushing back the door he stepped into the hallway, "Tell her I'm here and would like to talk to her."

"Get out my house."

Shivvy was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest, staring at the tall man in front of her when she noticed his posture change as he looked behind her at the stairs.

"Let him in Shivvy, let's hear what the miserable pile of shit has to say for himself."

Mitch watched as Lisa walked down the stairs, glaring at him, dressed in a multi coloured striped baggy sweater that hung down almost to her knees and off one shoulder, and the biggest pair of bright green dangly earrings he had ever seen. His stomach tightened, and he realised just how much he missed her and her crazy look. The woman did something to him deep down inside the primal part of him, and he knew he had to get her back into his life. She was the only person who made him smile in that special part of his soul, and continually challenged him.

"Lisa we need to talk."

"No Mr Lawson, we don't need to talk. Not really. But I'll give you five minutes and then you're out of here."

Walking into the small lounge Lisa curled up on the chair, holding a cushion in front of her as Mitch took the chair opposite. Shivvy hovered in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

Nodding at her friend as she left the room, Lisa turned back to Mitch, staring at him, her face a flat mask giving away none of what she was feeling inside.

Leaning forward, his elbows on his knees Mitch cleared his throat in the silence and then started to explain.

"Lisa.....I'm so sorry I hurt you. You're right.....I'm a shit....I'm sorry."

Starting to get up Lisa replied, "Fine you're sorry, you've apologised....now go."

Mitch stood, grabbing her arm, desperation in his voice, "Please, wait....let me explain....give me a chance....you said I had five minutes."

"I lied...tough...now piss off."

Holding her still with both his hands on her arms he looked down into her angry eyes and tried to explain.

"When I met you I was very attracted to you...you made me feel alive...you're sparky nature, you're sense of fun....I was drawn in. I just didn't realise how much until I was in Canada and it was too late."

"So you fucked someone else?"

"Look, you have to understand, a film set is a boring place to be, lots of waiting around, I'm surrounded by sycophants, people, women. I did what I always do without thinking about it...she meant nothing...just a release from the tension and the waiting around...I shouldn't have and I'm sorry...I just didn't realise until that e mail how much you meant to me....it had all happened so fast...and then I was in Canada by myself and......"

"This explanation is supposed to make me forgive you?"

"No Lisa. Just understand what happened. I'm hoping you'll forgive me because you and I are good together and that we can start afresh, that you'll give me a second chance."

She stood there, emotion and tears showing in her eyes, his hands drew her closer to him, and his voice lowered down into a soft sexy whisper, "If you'll forgive me I promise you can throw as much liquid at me as you want. Soak me if you want. Just give me another chance."

"I should kick you in the balls....."

"Can we drop that part of the ritual....."

"You hurt me..."

Moving his head down towards hers, his mouth opening over her mouth, his tongue finding hers as their mouths met. "I know baby, I'm sorry.....I won't do it again."

Pulling back to look at him, "You fucking better not.....next time I won't kick you're balls, I'll chop them off."

Mitch smiled. He had her back.

"Grab you things baby lets go to my place and make up properly. We've got five weeks to catch up on."



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 07



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

*

Lisa stood with Mitch's arms wrapped around her waist, her back up against his front, the hardness in his groin behind his jeans up hard against the small dip at the bottom of her spine. His wet warm mouth sucked at the sensitive spot behind her ear as he squeezed her in his arms.

The large king-sized bed spread out before them in the dark, the only light in the room coming through the ceiling to floor windows covered by the cream muslin mesh curtains from the half moon in the sky.

She felt him rub his groin against her as his hands raised up to the wide baggy neckline of her multi coloured striped sweater. 

"Your clothes always drive me crazy, they turn me on. I've never met anyone who dresses so flamboyant and as colourful as you. It's as if you're some exotic animal waiting to be tamed. And your shoes, I just get hard watching you walk. Those heels.....my God, so sexy...."

His soft words in her ear as he pulled down the wide neckline, down over her shoulders and halfway down her arms warmed her, setting off a flutter deep and low in her belly, the pulse starting to throb between her thighs.

Pulling down the cups of her bright pink and black lacy bra so that her breasts spilled out, hanging out and held framed by the straps and bunched up material below the round globes he continued "Soft unmarked breasts, skin so white and soft, tits so dark and hard, begging for me to bite them."

Lisa's head lay back against his shoulder as his fingers pinched the turgid ends, rolling them back and forth and then using his nails squeezing hard until her hands rose up to cover his.

"Put down your hands Lisa." He ordered, "Place them behind you."

Knowing what was coming she lowered her hands, moving them behind her between her back and his stomach, grabbing at the cotton of his top.

"Spread you legs baby........"

Moving her legs so that they were more than shoulder length apart she waited, her nipples throbbing under his tight pinch, her groin starting to moisten in anticipation.

"Wider baby...."

Balancing on the high heels, feet wide apart, feeling vulnerable she closed her eyes as Mitch's right hand left her nipple and burrowed inside the black thick tights she wore under the baggy sweater that hung half way down her thighs. Slipping inside her pants his finger found her hard clit nestling between the folds of her labia and started to manipulate it back and forth.

His mouth started to bite down the side of her neck and across her shoulder, small slight nips, followed by long wet licks, and hot open mouth sucks. 

As her orgasm started to build she felt his fingers rub and twist her nipples, moving from one to the other, the fingers between her thighs moved to inside her tight hot hole, moving up and down rubbing against her most sensitive spot. Gasping she started to close her thighs and move her hands to cover his, only to hear him growl against her neck, "Keep still, don't move....."

The pressure carried on building as he worked her, breasts, nipples, neck, clit and cunt. She just stood there, arms gripping his tee shirt behind her back, feet spread wide apart high up on the three inch heels of her shoes, vulnerable and open.

Feelings pulled at her, pounding and hot, deep in her belly, low in her groin, her breasts tingled and her sensitive nipples throbbed. She could hear her panting breaths echo in her head as suddenly the colours exploded in her brain as she peaked and soared, the pleasure pouring through her body as she came apart in his arms, his hands and fingers giving her the ultimate thrill as she hit the heights and tumbled down.

Turning her around in his arms Mitch stripped off her clothes and then his, laying the compliant woman down on his bed, her small bottom hanging over the edge. Picking up her legs he placed them over his shoulders and leaning over her, his feet giving him purchase on the Sandstone tiles of the floor, his arms holding him over her, resting each side of her head, he pushed into her in one deep steady thrust. The strong and hard movement causing her to arch her back, her arms grabbing at the pure white Egyptian Cotton duvet, gasping as the still pulsing and responsive inner muscles were spread wide to accommodate his hard and heavy cock.

Giving her no time to get used to him inside of her, he moved fast and hard, deep and purposefully, taking what he wanted, wringing gasps and screams from her throat as she started to climax again, her inner nerves having had no time to settle down.

Gritting his teeth he felt his balls start to tighten as the pulsing hot and heavy pleasure poured down to concentrate in his groin, until he felt the blessed spurt of relief spill out, his own orgasm a mixture of pain and pleasure.

*

Lisa lay there in his arms, her body languid and spent, his leg thrown over hers, pinning her to the bed as he slept. She listened to his deep and steady breaths, felt the strong beat of his heart and worried about what the future would bring.

Should she tell him about the baby? How strong was his real feelings for her? Can she deal with the crazy lifestyle and public persona of the man, and did she want to.

Addicted to his sexuality, craving the feel of his body and how he made her feel, loving the way they bounced of each other, teasing and fun, she wasn't sure if she wanted to let him take over her life, to sublimate her own to be a part of his.

Especially not if she was going to always wonder if each time he was on set with some beautiful actress or crew member he would be unfaithful. She had survived Oliver's infidelity. But could she survive Mitch's again, especially with a child in the equation. Untangling herself from his body and creeping out of the bed and into the bathroom, she shut the door and as quietly as possibly threw up.

Mitch stretched and rolled over in bed, looking for Lisa, his early morning hard on expecting some attention, only to find the bed empty. Getting up and padding towards the bathroom he called out, "Lisa....babe?"

The door opened and out walked a naked Lisa, hair spiked in an early morning mess, face flushed and perky breasts pointing straight at him. His already semi hard cock twitched and got harder as he reached for her and pulled her into him.

"Mornin' babe."

Pulling back, Lisa smiled up, "Hi......got to get ready, things to do....places to see....people to meet......!" Twisting out of his reach she bent down, picking up her fallen clothes, the baggy sweater, her thick black tights. "

"What do you mean?"

Pulling on the baggy sweater, her muffled voice coming out from behind the chunky wool, "Some of us have to work for a living.....see you around."

Mitch stood there dumbfounded, watching her as she dressed.

"I thought we could spend the day together."

"You thought wrong.....I need to earn some of those crispy paper things that I hand over to people in exchange for food, rent, that kind of thing."

"If it's a question of money......."

Lisa stared at him, eyes glaring.

"I can give you some......."

"I'm not a fucking prostitute you bastard! I don't sleep with men for money...."

"I didn't mean it like that....."

"What did you mean exactly?"

"Look can we start this conversation off again. I say Mornin' babe, you give me a good morning kiss, we make love, everything is hunky dory."

"Fuck off Mitch, give yourself a wank if you're that desperate." And with that she pulled on her tights, shoved her feet in the impossibly sexy shoes and tottered out the door.

Mitch sat down on the end of the bed listening to doors slam as she left. Where had he got it wrong this time? The woman was driving him mad. But God help him he wanted her. Only thing is on what level, and just how much.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 08



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

 *

Shivvy sat listening to Lisa rant on about Mitch later that night. 

"Lisa, you're going to have to tell him about the baby,"

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. He's responsible for it, and should help support you. You're always broke. How do you think you are going to support you and a baby when you can't even support just yourself?"

"If it's about the money I owe you for the back rent......."

"You know it's not about that....It's about you and the baby growing inside you. Baby's cost money....how are you going to work and look after a kid?...for God's sake grow up and start thinking like an adult."

Getting up and staring down at Shivvy, tears in her eyes, she told her, "I am thinking like an adult. That's all I have been doing lately....thinking, and there is another alternative....I could get rid of the baby....not have it."

In the ensuing silence the two women stared at each other. Then Shivvy whispered, "You should still tell Mitch. It should be a joint decision. It's his child too!"

"It's my body and any decision I make is mine alone."

Walking out the room Lisa climbed the stairs and threw herself on her bed, crying into the pillow. Not sure what to do, and feeling really scared.

*

The smells and sounds of the backstage area resonated through Mitch's mind as he walked towards his friends' dressing room, bringing back memories of when he first started out in his career. A time when he was younger and more carefree. A time when after a performance he would, along with the other members of the cast go out and party in the West End club scene and not have to worry about appearance, or making the papers the next day with 'undesirable and candid' photos.

Knocking on the chipped and scuffed white door he heard Ben's voice call out telling him to come on in just as a couple of the company dancers walked past him, giving him wide and inviting smiles. Watching them as they made their way up towards the exit he entered through the door into the cluttered small dressing room where he found Ben sitting in front of the mirror removing his make up, the flat dressing table surface in front of him covered in make up, good luck cards, flowers and the usual rubbish that dressing rooms accumulated.

Clapping his friend on his back Mitch told him, "Great performance Ben, very funny. Should be a sell out, the audience loved it. Great part and you hit it just right, sweet as a nut."

Looking at his friends' reflection in the mirror as he continued to remove the heavy makeup off his face with the cream Ben replied, "Cheers mate, and it means a lot that you came."

Settling down on a chair Mitch looked around the cramped room, "Wouldn't have missed it. See they still haven't improved the working conditions here. God I miss it. I envy you."

"You could come back to the West End. You must have people throwing scripts at you all the time. Lots of big names are performing here at the moment. Might be a good move for you."

Sucking a deep breath into his lungs of the stale sweat and musty atmosphere, "My agent George would have fit. Theatre doesn't pull the money that film does, and that means a reduction in his ten percent."

Ben turned around to stare at his old friend. They had been to Drama school together, appeared in their first play together as bit parts in the chorus and for a while shared digs. "Then dump him. Change your agent. Get one who understands the real need to act in front of live people and not just for the most moulah that you can get....or is it you Mitch. Have you sold out your soul for the cash?"

Flushing Mitch shook his head. "It's not that easy Ben...."

Turning back to the mirror and wiping off the last of his make up, "Isn't it Mitch? I always thought you were the kind of person that everything always came to so easily....so maybe you don't want to! Maybe you really have sold out to fame and fortune and forgotten what its like be one of the common plebs. Making fluffy RomComs in Hollywood pays more than appearing in the West End, and fame brings with it lots of extra's on the side."

Getting up, his anger at his friends words making his stomach tighten, he bit back his angry retort and just told his friend, "Great show Ben, wish you good luck for a long run." Leaving the dressing room, he passed out into the noise and movement in the corridor, stopping to absorb the kinetic atmosphere swirling around the area, and then made his way to the stage door and the back street behind the Theatre. He was saddened that he realised for the first time the underlying resentment of his old friend at his own success, and realised that there was a kernel of truth behind the acerbic comments. He did like the money and all that the fame provided him. Was that so wrong? So what if he no longer acted in front of live audiences, he was acting in the big time now. He had just completed a great part in a good film, one that when it was released he felt would enhance his standing and get him more meaty parts. Ben just didn't see the bigger picture, or understand. He was just being resentful and jealous.

Or was he! 

It was true. More and more names were doing short runs in the West End and Broadway. Slater and Law were doing live Theatre at the moment, and Judi Dench always mixed film and Theatre. Maybe it was a good move. Walking up the road towards his car deep in thought he didn't notice the startled looks from the people passing him by as they recognised him. 

*

A couple of days later Shivvy was sitting in the lounge, her feet up on the coffee table a box of chocolate mints next to her while she watched 'Mock the Week' on the TV. Laughing at the funny satirical comments that the comedians were making she muttered to herself "Who the fuck is that this time of night." at the loud banging on the front door.

Opening it she stood there glaring at the tall male standing in front of her. "Not again. Don't you take a bloody hint? She doesn't want to see you." and she started to close the door in his face.

Pushing back and stepping in Mitch called out, "Lisa!......" and to Shivvy "where is she?"

"She doesn't want to see you."

"Where is she?....Look I know this seems like Deja Vue, a repeat of the other day, but I need to see her." Even as he said it he knew it was true, he did need to see her. Not sure why it was so important. That this crazy woman was so integral now in his life, but he just knew, and had been drawn here to see her.

"Where is she?" he said softly, his gaze steady into Shivvy's eyes.

"Upstairs in the bath...if you'll wait I'll........"

But he was already running up the stairs two at a time and then trying the doors on the upstairs landing until he found the one that opened revealing Lisa laying back in the bath, a frown on her face as he stood in the doorway admiring the view before him.

"You...what do you want?"

Stepping into the small bathroom he closed the door, and locked it behind his back, staring down at her. Lisa grabbed the large natural sponge beside her and tried to cover her breasts. "Get out you big oaf...."

Mitch pulled off his sweatshirt and threw it to his right, where it landed on the seat of the toilet. 

"What do you think you're doing you idiot......"

Undoing the flies on his worn faded jeans he toed off his trainers and socks and then pushed down on the denim material, exposing his semi hard manhood. Lisa pulled her knees up to her chest in the water, "Mitch, stop......"

Stepping into the bath in front of her he knelt down, pushing her knees apart and leant down over her, face to face, his body laying down so that his feet hung over the end of the bath. Laughing Lisa looked first at his twinkling eyes and then over his shoulder at his feet and then over the side of the bath where the water was sloshing onto the white and black tiled floor.

"You bloody idiot...." But what ever she was going to say was stopped as his mouth covered hers in a deep, long, slow wet kiss. Her arms went around his back, legs trying to manoeuvre to accommodate him more, but unable to do so in the tight fit of the two bodies crammed together in the bath.

Breaking the kiss she smiled into his eyes, whispering, "It looks a lot easier in the movies, making love in the bath."

"Don't you know that nothing is real in the movies.....the bath would be a prop, specially made, and wide so we would fit. This is real life Lisa, and nothing is perfect, especially me."

"No clever script to say Mitch?"

"No babe, no clever script."

Kneeling up and sitting back on his haunches, his hands sweeping down her torso from breast to belly he told her, "Besides the bottom of this bath is tough on my knees, and although I feel its fitting that you are as wet as me for a change, I would prefer to continue on a nice soft bed."

"Continue.....? What gave you the idea that we're going to continue?"

Bending over and sucking a nipple into his mouth, he then raised his head up so that they were nose to nose and told her, "You know we are baby.....we have a very long and hard night ahead of us. One during which I intend to make sure you feel me deep inside of you, deeper and harder than you've ever felt before."

Watching as he stood, holding out his hand to her to help her up, Lisa felt the flutter of desire pulse deep in her belly, and just about managed to stand as she felt a towel wrapped around her and was picked up and carried out the bathroom by a naked Mitch, past a wide eyed Shivvy standing in the hallway.

"Which way babe?"

Pointing to the door at the end of the hall, she looked over Mitch's shoulder at her friend standing staring with her mouth open at the soaking wet naked butt of the man carrying her.

"What's the matter Shivvy, surely you've seen Mitch's naked buttocks before, after all you saw his movie 'It's what people want.' and it had its own starring role in that one.

The last sighting and sound of the two lovers was of Mitch's foot kicking the bedroom door shut and the two of them laughing behind the now closed wooden door.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 09



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

    *

Standing in front of the long mirror in Mitch's bedroom, Lisa stood sideways, running her hand over her stomach, trying to see if there was any evidence of the pregnancy. She still hadn't told Mitch about the baby, and each day it was getting harder and harder to tell him. 

The past week had happened like a dream, with the two lovers only leaving his apartment with Lisa going to work, and Mitch having meetings with various people, setting up future projects. But at night, when they returned they couldn't seem to get enough of each other, making love in his huge bed, laying talking late into the night on the large sofa, wrapped around each other, telling each other about their childhoods, what they got up to as young teenagers and how Mitch worked his way up from Rep Theatre, to the West End, Television parts and finally film.

They never talked about the future, almost as an unwritten rule, and Lisa knew she had missed the golden opportunity to admit to being pregnant with his child when he first came back from Canada, and now she was frightened to tell him, in case he would be angry and this golden time with him would come to an end.

Her belly was still flat, and standing there in the tight black jersey dress, her large amber beads hanging down between her breasts, large gold hoop earrings touching her shoulders, she almost looked sophisticated she thought. Good enough to be seen out with 'Mr big shot Movie Star' on their first date out in public.

Mitch walked into the room, coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist, his mouth bending down to kiss the skin left exposed by the slit neck of the dress.

"Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat."

Turning around in his arms she looked up at him, "What should I call him when I meet him? Robert or Bob."

"What ever you want, he's not going to bite you. That's my job. He's an ok guy. Your not afraid of me, so why are you so nervous at meeting him?"

"Because I like his movies, and I never liked yours that much."

"Thanks a lot." But Mitch was smiling, as he could see the twinkle of teasing in her eyes. "All you have to be is yourself......on second thoughts maybe not....don't throw anything, especially any drinks over anyone....not even me!"

"Not even a small aperitif?"

"Don't even consider it." Smacking her bottom lightly with his hand he kissed her nose and told her to get her things as the car would be here soon. Grabbing her burnt umber and emerald green wrap and slinging it artfully around herself she looked up at him with a big grin. "Dah dah!"

Laughing out loud he told her, "I was waiting for the bit of colour. Plain black would be just a little to quiet for you, wouldn't it?"

"Well if you want to be noticed, you have to make a statement."

"And do you want to be noticed Lisa?" Mitch asked her, a frown on his face.

Walking over to stand in front of him she told him in all seriousness, "Only by you baby, only by you."

*

The restaurant was buzzing. Fashionable and pricey it was a favourite with the rich and famous. Lisa hung onto Mitch's arm as they were shown to their table, aware of people's stares. Taking a deep breath she held her chin up, trying to walk as elegantly as she could, all the while feeling like a complete fraud.

Mitch helped her into her seat and took the chair next to her whilst the waiter fussed around them with serviettes. As they discussed what drinks they would like there was a loud murmur throughout the room and looking up Lisa watched as the world famous megastar that they were going to be dining with and his girlfriend made their way towards their table. Mitch stood as they approached and the two men shook hands warmly.

"Mitch, good to see you again."

"Robert.......you're looking well. Let me introduce you to Lisa......Lisa, Robert."

Lisa smiled up, heart pounding in her chest, "Robert."

Taking their seats, the four people settled down, waiters taking orders, small talk frothing between Mitch and Robert, the two women sitting quietly listening. Slowly Lisa started to relax, and her normal spunky nature took over.

During the lovely meal she joined in, until desert when she looked across the table at their guest and told him, "Why on earth are you making those stupid comedies lately? You're so much better in the thrillers and drama's."

In the ensuing silence, Mitch groaned and waited for the explosion. Robert was not known for his patience or good humour.

"I beg your pardon....?"

Warming to her subject Lisa leant forward, her glass of mineral water in her hand "Those stupid comedies, the one where you play the slightly over the top father, why are you doing them? You're so fantastic in straight dramatic roles, memorable, classy, and inspiring."

Looking across at Mitch he asked in a deceptively quiet voice, "You didn't mention Lisa was a film critic."

Gently removing the wavering glass of water from her hand just in case, Mitch smiled across at his friend, "She's not. But that won't stop her."

"Look Robert....I'm not an expert....but I am a paying customer. Drop the lightweight rubbish and go back to what you do best....."

"Those 'lightweight rubbish' as you described them were very popular and made a lot of money young lady."

"Well if its just money you're after and not integrity Robert......."

Mitch groaned and closed his eyes. There was a heavy silence and then after a while a deep laugh from Robert. "You know Mitch, I really like your young lady, she's really got a lot of balls."

Opening his eyes he looked from Robert to Lisa and nodded, "Yes she does.....and she takes no hostages."

Lisa grinned up at him, "Thank you.....I think!"

*

Dancing around the bedroom, on a natural high Lisa giggled, "He told me I was very interesting and funny. Did you see at the end of the meal, he kissed my hand. Maybe I should have asked for his autograph."

Mitch removed his jacket, and then his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched her swirl around.

"I can't believe it; I just had dinner with one of the biggest movie stars in the world. Little old me from South London. Wow....."

Kicking off his shoes and undoing his flies, Mitch smiled as she spinned on the spot, shucking out of his trousers and boxers, and then removing his socks.

"....and everyone was watching us. I could see them watching us Mitch. They were watching us.....pretending not to stare but I could see them......wasn't it a real hoot."

Walking naked up to the excited woman dancing around in front of him he looked down into her sparkling eyes and bending his mouth to hers, kissed her. Raising her arms to snake around his neck she kissed him back, her shawl falling to the floor, his hands rubbing up and down her body, over her buttocks pulling her up close, then up into her hair to hold her still,

Breaking the kiss he smiled down at her, "I think they were watching you more than Robert and me, just to see what the crazy woman with us was doing with the bread stick."

Giggling she replied, "I know, wasn't it funny when the end broke off and went flying out my hand into Roberts's glass of wine."

"Mmm, you are going to have to learn not to wave breadsticks around as you talk, they could become lethal weapons in your hands."

"Talking about lethal weapons, what's that pushing hard against my tummy?"

"That my love is the final part of your meal....."

With a saucy wink and grin, Mitch watched as Lisa's face slid down as she knelt in front of him to take him into her mouth. Slowly the grin disappeared and as his eyes closed he stood there, his hands in her short spiky blond hair, all feelings concentrated to where his rock hard penis was being sucked and licked deep in the hot wet cavern of Lisa's mouth.

*

Lisa stood in the kitchen the next morning boiling up water for a cup of tea, Ellie standing staring at her with a touch of malice in her eyes.

"It will never last you know. He can't stay with one woman at a time for very long. You think you have him now, but he'll find the next one and then you'll be gone."

Turning to face her once work colleague Lisa said, "Why don't you like me Ellie? What have I ever done to you?"

"Nothing Lisa, I'm just warning you. I've worked with Mitch for a few years now and seen him go through lots of girls. You're just one in a long line. Don't get settled, it won't last. Remember the make up girl in Canada? Doesn't that tell you something?" 

"You're wrong Ellie. It's different between Mitch and me."

"Is it Lisa? Are you sure." And the older woman walked out the kitchen leaving her well aimed wound in Lisa's heart to fester.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 10



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

This chapter is for all those who felt that Lisa gave in to Mitch too quickly after he was unfaithful with the make up girl. 

*

Wandering into the kitchen after his morning work out, Mitch looked around for Lisa but she was nowhere to be seen. Grabbing his energy drink from the fridge he left the kitchen calling out her name, and strolled through his apartment to the part that was the office finding Ellie, the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder as she typed on the keyboard of her computer.

Sitting on the edge of her desk, swigging at the bottle in his hand, Mitch waited for her to finish her conversation and put down the phone. "Have you seen Lisa?"

Without looking up at him Ellie told him, "She left about half an hour ago."

Sliding off the desk, Mitch wandered back to his bedroom to strip off his workout kit and have a shower. Over the last week Lisa had always come in to give him a kiss and a hug before leaving for her job, so the fact that she had left without saying goodbye was unusual. Mitch shrugged, thinking back to their last conversation. Had he said anything that could have set Lisa off on one of her tantrums? He didn't think so.

Life with her was anything but smooth, and as he stepped naked into the hot spray he smiled. He loved the way she kept him on his toes and the way she treated him with a healthy dose of disrespect. No other woman since he had become famous had done that. Grabbing the sponge and shower gel he lathered up over his chest, then raising up his arm he rubbed the soft natural sponge down the side of his torso and under the raised arm. Her off the wall personality really appealed to him, especially as he had worked so hard to get where he was and with her he was rediscovering the fun and teasing side of himself that he had recently lost due to the hard and political side of show business. 

Moving the sponge down he rubbed it over his belly and then further down to his groin, his other hand lifting his balls and letting the sponge clean around his scrotum and penis. Smiling as he remembered the fantastic blow job Lisa gave him last night he started to get hard again, the friction of the sponge and his memory acting on his body. Leaning back against the cream tiled wall and closing his eyes he pictured Lisa as she knelt before him and gave himself up to his right hand and some personal relief. 

*

Lisa stood feeling miserable on the tube as she travelled to her job, the rush hour crush meant she was wedged in tight between a middle aged man whose briefcase was sticking into her hip and a teenager in a dark grey hoody, the smell of stale beer rising from him, making her feel nauseous.

Was what Ellie said true? Was she just the flavour of the moment with him? Did he just see her as one in a long line of easy and available women eager to sleep with the big movie star?

And how was she ever going to tell him now about the baby. 

Trying to manoeuvre through the crowd of people towards the doors for the next stop she found the people just ignoring her quiet "Excuse me please.....excuse me...can I get past...excuse me." Until in her anger she poked the man in front of her who was blocking her way and hadn't moved and shouted. 

"Move out the bloody way you prick."

Fifty odd pair of eyes all looked at her as the man moved and she reached the doors just as they opened. Rushing out of the crowed train she ran up the station platform trying to make it out into the daylight before she was sick, but failing. People streamed past her as she threw up, many of them commenting on how disgusting she was, but no-one stopping to help.

Straightening up, feeling hot and clammy she made her way up the escalators and the office. She knew she was going to have to do something about the situation soon before it was too late.

*

Sitting on the side of the bed, the towel wrapped around his waist, Mitch sat speaking on the phone to his agent George. "Put the feelers out for me George. Either the West End or Broadway. Something meaty and cutting edge. Something that will stretch me."

Listening to the reply in his ear, he waited patiently for George's tirade to finish before telling him, "Make it a twelve week run, sometime next year. We can fit it in the schedule along with a film next year. Do it for me George."

Cutting off the call he sat there unsure whether to call Lisa to find out what was wrong, but decided whatever it was he might as well let her cool off and find out later tonight. Getting up and taking off the towel he started to get dressed ready for a trip to the recording studios to do an overdub for a film he had done last year and was in the editing stage.

*

Lisa walked along at lunchtime window shopping. Standing in front of the display of shoes she stood drooling over a pair of shoes with a thick soft ankle strap, three inch stiletto heels, and long pointed toes, just the kind of shoe she loved. Starting to walk into the shop she suddenly stopped, her hands covering her tummy. 

Muttering to herself, "Oh my God, I'll have to start wearing flats soon, or I might topple over once the I start to get bigger." The shock of what she had just thought registered with her. She suddenly knew she had made her decision. She was going to have the baby.

She was going to have Mitch's baby.

A big grin broke over her face; she was going to have the baby, Mitch or no Mitch. 

It was time to grow up and start planning.

*

Mitch waited in his apartment for Lisa. It was getting late, almost nine and there was no sign of her. Picking up the phone he dialled her mobile, only to get her voicemail. Putting down the handset he walked across the room, running his hand through his hair, trying to think if he had said or done anything that might have upset her since last night, but could come up with nothing.

Stalking back across the room he grabbed his keys and stormed out, running down the stairs rather than wait for the lift, his temper starting to rise. She was driving him mad. One minute hot the next cold. He muttered to himself that there was lots of woman out there that would be easier to deal with. Reaching the private car park below his building and climbing into his car he turned on the ignition and screeched out onto the road, turning left towards the South of London where Lisa lived.

*

Shivvy heard the car pull up and looked out of the window, "Oh fuck, here we go again!"

Walking up to and opening the front door as Mitch stormed up the front path, she held the door open wide and pointed up the stairs, "She's up there." watching as he ran up taking two stairs at a time calling out "Lisa....where are you?"

Slamming the front door shut Shivvy just walked into the lounge, sat down and shook her head. "Damn idiots."

*

"Why didn't you come back to my place tonight? What are you doing here?" he growled at her.

"I live here."

Mitch stepped closer to her as she stood by the bed in her room. "Don't be obtuse. I thought you were coming, I sat there waiting for you."

"So what Mr big movie star Lawson. We didn't make any plans. You don't own me. I'm sure you can entertain yourself. Or maybe find someone to entertain you like you did in Canada."

Cursing under his breath in frustration he told her, "I thought we had sorted that out. I made a mistake. I'm sorry. Why are you bringing that up again now?"

Lisa folded her arms across her chest and just stared.

Mitch ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "As long as I live I'll never understand you women. I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I thought everything was going along alright."

Lisa narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin.

"What is it you want? Jesus woman you're driving me insane."

Still the silent treatment.

"Ok, you want me to beg. I'll beg." Stepping up to her he whispered, "Please forgive me. Come back home with me," taking her hands in his he told her "Lisa please......baby whatever it is, I'm sorry. Come back."

Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and asked him, "Why me Mitch.....why me. You can have anyone you want....so why me?"

Smiling down at her he told her, "Damned if I know baby.....you're a bundle of trouble, and you drive me round the bend, but I need you and want you and that's enough for me."

"And when you get fed up with me, what then?"

"Lisa, you really have it all wrong.....in this relationship you have the upper hand....don't you know that yet."

*

Later that night Mitch lay in bed next to Lisa watching her sleep. He knew he was falling in love with her, falling in love with this crazy woman who kept him on his toes, made him laugh, made him angry, made him beg. She turned his whole life upside down.

With all his success, all his money, all his outward appearance of confidence, inside there was still the young man from the midlands of England who craved someone to love him for himself and not who he had become, and he hoped that Lisa was that someone.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 11



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

*

The air was fresh and the day bright as they walked hand in hand across the grassy area towards the Diana Fountain in Hyde Park. Mitch had on a baseball cap and dark glasses and Lisa giggled telling him that was a sure fire way to be recognised in London as no one needed to wear dark glasses even in the height of summer. Dressed herself in tight jeans and an off shoulder cerise tight top, she walked along in her boots, the pointed heels sinking into the grass, making walking more of a hobble than a walk.

Arriving at the memorial they stood and watched as people balanced on the side of the white granite low sides, their feet in the swirling and bubbling water as it made its way around the circular cascade down to the calm pool at the bottom where small children floated sticks. Mitch wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head, his body against her back. Silently they stood and watched in peace as people enjoyed themselves, un-noticed.

Pulling her closer he whispered in her ear, "This is as close as you get. There's water there and I don't trust you near it."

Smiling Lisa held onto his arms that were wrapped around her and told him, "Did I mention I was born under the birth sign of Aquarius."

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Water and me, we just seem to gravitate to each other."

Kissing her ear he muttered "and then sling it at me!"

"If you behave yourself you have nothing to worry about."

"Is that how you're going to control me, threatening to soak me if I step out of line for the rest of our lives."

Lisa felt herself go still, not sure if she had heard right. "The rest of our lives?"

"Mmmm."

"Is that a proposal?"

"Mmmmm......."

Turning around in his arms she looked up and smiled, "Not much of a proposal Mitch....where are the fluffy romantic words?"

"The screenwriter hasn't gotten round to sending me the script yet. So what do you say?"

Stepping back she looked up into the reflection in his sunglasses, a serious look on her face, "We need to talk."

"So is that a yes or a no?"

"It's a 'we need to talk'."

"Ok...I think." 

Taking her hand they started to walk, the twinkling water of the Serpentine Lake on their left, people swirling past them on roller blades, jogging and walkers out for the day in the famous London Park, enjoying the dying summer weather. Close to the edge of the Lake by the Lido Mitch suddenly heard a screech to his right and turning saw a group of teenage girls pointing towards him.

"Oh oh....rumbled." As the girls ran up to them, surrounding him, the fans pushing Lisa aside as they started to ask for autographs. More people started to notice what was happening, and started to join the crowd around him, and Lisa found herself pushed more and more to the back of the growing crowd. Mitch's head could be seen emerging from the centre of the ever growing mass of excited people. Stumbling back as her heels dug into the narrow green strip of grass next to the side of the Lake she lost balance and falling back ended sitting up to her waist in the cold water.

Hearing her shriek, Mitch tried to push his way across to where the sound came from, until he managed to find her, sitting soaked in front of him. Looking up at him as he stood there laughing his head off at the sight of her predicament, the crowd of fans surrounding him, staring down at the sight of her in the water Lisa shouted, "Don't just stand there, give me a hand you big oaf."

Balancing on the edge, he held out his hand to her, "Makes a change Lisa. You wet, me dry." Just as he grabbed her hand, she pulled and losing his balance he fell forward, face first, to land next to her in the shallow waters at the edge of the Lake. Behind him he could hear the collective gasp of the crowd of onlookers, and getting up onto his knees, his jeans and sweatshirt dripping wet, he sat on his haunches next to Lisa as she sat there waist high in the water.

"Is that a yes?"

Grinning up at him she threw her arms around his neck and shouted "YESSSS."

*

Back at his apartment, starting to strip off his damp clothes Mitch told Lisa, "We can move all your things into here as soon as possible. I'm due to go next month to do some recording for a Pixar movie character in LA and we can rent a place over there further up the coast, spend some time chilling out after. Plenty of water in the Pacific babe for you to play around with."

"Mitch we need to talk......"

"George is going to look around for a play either here or New York....you ever been to New York? It would be a short run, maybe twelve weeks or so, a month, maybe six weeks rehearsals,"

"Mitch slow down....."

"Then there's the post production work on the project I've just finished.......we'll need to go back over some time to do the overdubs and stills for the promotional stuff......we can arrange to get married maybe after LA and the post production work."

"MITCH SHUT UP A MOMENT."

"Then the promo tour....."

"SHUT UP......"

Turning around as he pulled off the last of his damp clothes, he stared at Lisa who was standing there still in her damp clothes. "What?....." a hollow feeling suddenly settling in the pit of his stomach.

"We need to talk Mitch.......there's something you need to know!

Sitting down on the side of the bed he watched as she started pacing back and forth, her hands clasped in front of her, a look of worry on her face, her body outlined by her damp clinging top.

"What ever it is babe we can deal with it......"

Stopping in front of him she took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant......"

Blinking a frown on his face, "Pregnant. As in a baby?"

"No you idiot as in litter of cats. Of course a baby."

"A baby....."

"Yes.....a baby."

"My God, that's......."

"What. What is it Mitch...."

"A shock.....how far gone?"

"Two and a half months."

Standing up a look of shock on his face, "Two and a half months. When were you going to tell me? How long have you known?"

"When you were in Canada."

"Canada....and you didn't tell me before....."

"I wasn't sure how you would take it."

"Take it? Didn't you think I should have known?"

"I'm telling you now...."

Running his hand through his hair, "A baby....I hadn't planned on a baby."

"Well nor did I."

"It's a bit of a shock......"

Lisa watched him sit back down on the side of the bed, her heart in her throat, "I want to go home Mitch."

Looking up he told her, "It's just a shock...." Getting up and walking over to her, "I just need to get used to it."

Stepping back she looked at him, "Well you have six and a half months to get used to it........so take your time." And with that she stalked out the room, down the hall to the office, picked up the phone and dialled for a cab. 

Pulling on a pair of jeans and following her Mitch heard her ask for a cab to pick her up as soon as possible. "Where are you going?"

"Home...."

"Lisa....."

Turning to him, "Don't Mitch...just don't. I need some space. We're going to have a baby.....I'm going to have a baby. If you don't want it, you don't want me......forget the proposal. The answers no!"

"Jesus woman, how did we get from getting married and happy to breaking up and you storming out in less than an hour?"

"Maybe it's just as well.....maybe I'm just not ready to travel all over the world traipsing after you, pushed aside by fans, child in arms. Maybe I have a different dream Mitch. Ever thought of that?"

Standing with his mouth open, he watched as she stalked out the room, the door slamming behind her, the sound of her high heels clicking on the sandstone tiles as she left him yet again.



Tumbling off the Cliff Ch. 12



Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?

Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.

It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.

*

Laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, Mitch's mind ran over and over again the fact that Lisa was pregnant with his child. That and the fact that she ran hot and cold on him. Until he met her he never would have believed himself to be a masochist, but damn it he was attracted to the way she didn't seem to give a damn, that one minute he thought he had her and the next he was running after her retreating back.

The thought slowly began to sink in that she was playing him, reeling him in. 

Lots of women played rich, powerful and famous men; they just didn't do it quite like Lisa. And then there was the matter of the baby. Did she deliberately fall pregnant to entrap him? But if that was the case, why did she leave him today just after she had agreed to marry him?

Maybe she wasn't playing him. Maybe the contrariness in her personality and the inconsistency was what was so enticing for him. She was like no-one he had ever met.

And he loved it.

He knew damn well that tomorrow he would be down there at her place making up. 

Begging for her to make up.

And how they made up. Each time the sex was more and more exciting, the adrenaline highs building up with each argument, making each making up electrifying. Smiling to himself he realised that was what was so addictive. The to and fro, the back and forth, the never quite knowing what was about to happen with her.

The unpredictability of the woman.

Those sexy shoes that turned him on.

The great sex. 

Turning over on his side he started to relax into sleep just as the phone by the bed rang. Reaching over and picking up the handset he heard the voice of his PR man shouting to someone in the background.

"Ivan, is that you?"

"Mitch.....we have a problem!"

Sitting up in bed, the handset glued to his ear, Mitch asked, "What kind of problem?"

"The papers tomorrow....there's going to be a photo in the rags of you and some girl soaking wet in The Serpentine. Seems some enterprising person took some photos and has sold them to the rags. Worse they have put two and two together and linked the woman in the photo as the girl who kicked you in the balls at that restaurant months ago. They're asking for a comment from you......what do you want me to tell them?"

"To fuck off."

"Be a little more expansive in your quote Mitch......we need to keep them on our side."

"OK.....tell them to fuck off and stick their rags where the sun don't shine...."

"I think I'll just tell them that the two of you are good friends......you are good friends aren't you?"

"Fuck off Ivan...."

"It's just that the reporters will be hanging out trying to get a quote from the young lady right about now.....and I think it better if you beat her to it."

Sighing, Mitch swung his legs over the side of the bed and told Ivan, "Any quote they get from Lisa will probably be unprintable. I had better get over there right away before she does one of the reporters some damage."

"Mitch don't........."

But what ever the man on the end of the phone was going to say was cut off as Mitch stood up, slamming the handset down and walked over to grab his jeans and tee shirt to get dressed.

*

Shivvy watched as Lisa rummaged under the sink for the old blue plastic bucket they kept there. Her jean clad bottom wriggled as it pocked out while the rest of her was hidden from view by the cabinet door.

"It's full of old cleaning stuff....."

Bottles of cleaning stuff flew out from inside the cabinet, along with dirty cleaning cloths and a really grimy pan and brush. Lisa's bottom wriggled backwards, the dirty blue plastic bucket in her hands, and smiling up at Shivvy she said, "This will do nicely......it's even got a lot of grunge in the bottom which should mix up well with the water."

Biting her nails on her right hand and frowning Shivvy asked Lisa, "You sure you should do this? After all it might incense them."

Sitting back on her haunches, bucket on the floor in front of her, the tourquoise, red and brown stripped tee shirt clashing with the bright blue of the object she had found, "I don't care, it might make them think twice about keeping ringing the damn door bell."

"Just give them a quote and they'll go away....."

"If you think that you must be mad."

Shivvy shook her head. "how the hell did it end up like this Lisa.......why couldn't you just find yourself someone a little normal.....be a little normal.....why is it you always have to live your life as if you're tumbling of a cliff......one disaster to the next......"

Standing up and picking up the bucket Lisa asked her friend, "Just keep your eyes open and let me know when the next reporter is about to ring on the front door." and running up the stairs to the bathroom she filled the bucket with cold water.

*

Mitch pulled his car up at the end of the road, and getting out stood watching the group of reporters and Paparazzi standing in a small group in front of where Lisa lived. Starting to walk towards the house he watched as a couple of the reporters went to the front door and rang the bell. Slowing down as he reached opposite the house on the other side of the road, he watched fascinated as the upstairs window opened and Lisa's head poked out, followed by what looked like a blue plastic bucket. 

He felt himself stare in shock as he watched her tip the bucket, and the water cascade down upon the head of the reporters standing at the door, soaking them as the other reporters shouted out warnings and some of the Paperazzi's camera's flashed capturing the moment for prosperity.

Mitch burst out laughing, at the sight of the annoying press being soaked, and at that moment Lisa looked down and across at him, a smile on her face. Their eyes met, and the connection of conspiratorial fun changed to one of love and bonding.

Shouting down to Shivvy to stand by to open the door as Mitch would be coming through, she watched as all the heads turned around as Mitch started to walk towards them, then pushing through the small crowd, up to and past the soaking wet pair standing in the front garden.

"Welcome lads to the world of Lisa. Send me the bill for the ruined clothes and camera." and strolling past Shivvy who held open the door, looked up at Lisa who now stood at the top of the stairs.

"I knew you'd come......"

"Put down the bucket Lisa, just in case. I'm not taking any chances."

Bending down and putting the empty bucket on the floor she straightened and asked him. "So what have you learnt.............."

"That I can't just take you for granted."

"And?"

"That I need to discuss and compromise with you on any plans......."

Taking a few steps up he whispered.

"That I'll be the best daddy I can be........."

Taking a few steps down towards him she smiled.

"That I'll never cheat on you..........I wouldn't dare."

Taking two more steps down she was now face to face with him.

"Damn right.....if I ever catch you poking it in someone else I'll cut it off with a rusty razor blade while you're asleep. And I won't use an anaesthetic."

"Oooh that's a little drastic......"

"If you want more than one kid, you had better behave yourself....."

Moving closer to her, his hands slipping around her waist he kissed her softly. "Does that mean the engagement is back on?"

"Think you can handle me Mr big bloody movie star Lawson?"

"I love you Lisa Preston........and I don't want to handle you. I just want the chance to spend the rest of my life with you."

Encircling his neck with her arms she told him, "Take me home Lawson....and if you expect me to live in the apartment, Ellie and the office is out......get an office set up somewhere else.....I don't want to have people working where we live."

"Yes my love...." And with that he picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder so that she hung bent over, facing down the stairs and hit her bottom very hard with his palm, smiling at the sound of her loud squeal. "By the way you haven't heard my rules.......I expect to watch you walk naked wearing nothing but those damn sexy shoes every so often, you keep away from water when near anyone but me, and I never want you to change......."

Turning around and giving her bottom another smack he walked down the stairs, to the front door and opened it. The crowd of reporters watched, camera's flashing as he walked up the path towards them, a big grin on his face, the wriggling and giggling Lisa hanging over his shoulder, "Guys, meet Lisa, the future mother of my child and one very dangerous woman. So if I was you I'd keep my distance and only write nice things about me. You really do not want to get on her bad side."

*

Laying in bed the next day, Lisa laying back against Mitch's chest, her bottom nestled between his spread out thighs, as they read the morning papers. On page four, taking up the whole page was a series of photos that made them laugh.

"If these are the engagement photos, I hate to think what the wedding photos are going to look like!"

Wriggling around to face him she asked, "Ever been to Niagara Falls? I hear there's plenty of water there."

The look of horror on Mitch's face was all she needed to see to burst out laughing.