Making of a B-movie: O...Oh...Ofelia!

Formable like a lump of clay after she had been throughout overwhelmed by both the script and the lusty Cuban, the secretary Blonde slumped down on the floor after she had been released from the grip of Ofelia, panting heavily while lying there relatively motionlessly.

Finally, one of her fingers pointed to the picture of a sailing boat with the ship numbers proudly on display at the front of the sailor. Although most people would be fired for painting the number of a safe straightly in front of it, a B-movie was indeed not rocket science. Hard to reproduce quickly, the producer was about to call it a day after Ofelia would have dealt with the files and her escape way.

The Brazilian grinned when Tessa pointed to the picture of the sailboat. She then leaned in and gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips and patted her cheek. "What a dear." She purred and completed her task for this part of the movie.

The director quickly called a wrap and kudos were passed around to the cast and crew. Ofélia then went over to Tessa and stood over her deflated form. "Well, ya weren't half bad, suga. You want to come back to my dressing room and finish what ya started, darlin? Now I'm all hot and bothered and I need someone to peel this cat suit off of me." Ofélia said with a wink.

“...Auh...”
It was a little strange for Tessa to be left lying where she was while there was obviously was already *good jobs* and *well done* time for the crew, she could only move her head around a little to shake the feeling of dizziness from her head. Luckily, her inner question was answered when Ofelia showed up to kind of tower above her.

“...Finish?...”
A hint of confusion showed up on her face. Normally, she took the tussling with girls more of a job and was kind of a sports nerd that rarely had contact with her co-workers outside of the wrestling circus. But to say that she was not interested to see what the lusty and fascinating Cuban meant by that would be a blatant lie.
“...Sounds intriguing...”