System in Hollywood

"Come on, being an assistant is important too, okay? And a competent assistant isn't as easy as you think. The tasks might not seem like a big deal, but they're super tedious. With your temper, I'm afraid you'd be ready to shoot someone within a few days."

"Is it really as bad as you're making it sound?" Hanna responded, though her eyes betrayed a bit of unease.

Despite managing to protect herself in the American military, which has a sexual assault rate of over 90%, Hanna now sat on Wayne's lap like a gentle little lamb. But on a regular day, she was far more fierce.

Especially when she first joined the club—she had beaten up half the trainers there.

In Los Angeles, particularly in North Hollywood, being a pretty face alone wouldn't make you a top-tier trainer in a club.

"Also, I've got a lot of women. As my closest assistant, you'd see them frequently. Are you sure you won't get so mad that you'll end up shooting me?"

"Of course not!" Hanna quickly reassured him. "If you don't believe me, we can test it out!"

"Test what?"

"Test my reaction, obviously!"

"..."

Wayne was dumbfounded, then thought to himself that it wasn't a bad idea at all!

So, right there, he picked up the phone and called Mrs. Stewart, whom he hadn't spent much time with lately, and arranged to meet her at a hotel that afternoon.

Three hours later, the test results were in.

After finding out that Mrs. Stewart was married, Hanna immediately gave Wayne a strong lecture.

However, the lecture lasted only a few seconds. She didn't even make it out of the room before shouting "F*** it!" and joining the two of them on the bed.

"Damn it! He left me alone in there!"

"And that old b****—how did she wake up before me? Isn't my stamina supposed to be better than hers?"

"F***!"

The next morning, Hanna woke up in the chaos of the aftermath. She noticed the note Wayne left on the nightstand with an address and immediately called her boss at the club to request a twenty-day paid vacation.

Two hours later, after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, she dragged two large suitcases into her black Chevy Suburban—the same model the FBI uses—and drove to Wayne's estate.

"What are you doing?"

"Starting my job as your assistant!"

"And what's with the suitcases?"

"Idiot, as your personal assistant, obviously I'm going to live with you! Otherwise, whenever you want to f*** me, do I have to drive over?"

"..."

Wayne had no retort, so he instructed the maids to prepare a room for her.

As he glanced at the black Suburban parked in the garage, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Come to think of it, driving this thing around town... I wonder if the cops would even pull me over?"

With that thought, he suddenly wanted to get himself a Suburban just to see.

At dinner, Hanna met Mia and Jessica.

"This is Mia and Jessica, my girlfriends... and this is Hanna, my new bodyguard and assistant. She'll be staying here for a while too."

To make things look more reasonable, Wayne gave Hanna the title of "bodyguard." After all, bodyguards need to stay close to their employers.

But Mia and Jessica weren't fools. One glance at Hanna's looks and figure, which were no less stunning than theirs, and they could guess her true relationship with Wayne.

Plus, what kind of bodyguard dines at the same table with their employer?

On the other hand, Hanna looked at Wayne, then at Mia and Jessica, and couldn't help but marvel.

She hadn't realized until now that Wayne openly had two girlfriends, and they seemed to get along harmoniously.

Then again, thinking about Wayne's good looks, his fit body, and his enormous mansion, it suddenly seemed perfectly normal.

Rich men, even those fat old men, could have multiple mistresses. Wayne was better-looking and more capable than any man she'd ever met—why shouldn't he have two girlfriends?

That night, Wayne slept in the same bed with Jessica and Mia, while Hanna, being the "bodyguard," went to sleep downstairs.

Still, that was better than the maids, whose rooms were in the annex building along with the chef.

Over the next few days, Wayne started learning Krav Maga under Hanna's guidance.

Krav Maga is a military combat technique developed by Israel, later becoming a required course for the FBI, and widely adopted by military and police forces around the world.

While it didn't look as stylish as kung fu in movies, it was far more practical.

And since the "Bourne" series prided itself on realism, Krav Maga became Wayne's next learning goal.

Once again, Wayne demonstrated his incredible learning ability and physical talent.

To put it simply, his strength, endurance, balance, and flexibility were already maxed out. As long as he used his brain a little, he could learn any combat skill quickly.

It was like when Zhang Wuji learned the "Nine Yang Divine Art"—once he had immense inner strength, he could master any technique after seeing it just once.

That afternoon, as Wayne pinned Hanna to the mat once more and reached for her yoga pants to take things further, his phone—conveniently placed nearby—rang, breaking the moment.

"Go grab my phone, Assistant Hanna," Wayne said, giving her a playful smack.

"F***!" Hanna glared at him and flipped him the bird, but she still got up, grumbling, and fetched the phone as instructed.

"Hey, Sarah!"

"Wayne, James Wan finished the script. When do you want to take a look at it?"

"Is Mia busy today?"

"Yes, Mia's busy until the evening."

"Alright, I'll have my assistant pick up the script. Let's schedule the auditions for tomorrow morning."

"Got it, I'll notify Liv Tyler's agent right away."

Having confidence in James Wan, the famous horror director, Wayne didn't even need to see the script before scheduling auditions for the next day.

After hanging up, Wayne looked down to find Hanna kneeling in front of him, about to pull his pants down, and gave her a helpless pat on the head.

He couldn't tell if it was his overwhelming charm or if Hanna was just trying to make up for lost time.

The once sexually reserved Hanna had now gone to the opposite extreme. Whenever she had a chance, she wanted to "connect" with Wayne more deeply.

Luckily for Wayne, he was in great shape. Otherwise, she might have worn him out already.

"Alright, Assistant Hanna, you've got a new job to do! Don't forget you said you'd try to be a competent assistant!"

"..."

Hanna could only stand up, looking disappointed.

Without changing her clothes, she gave Wayne a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed her light jacket off the dumbbell rack before leaving the gym.

Two minutes later, her FBI-style black Suburban roared out of Wayne's estate like a wild horse.

Clearly, she planned to drive as fast as possible to pick up the script and hurry back for more "quality time" with Wayne.

So, just a little over an hour later, Wayne—having just taken a refreshing shower—was lying by the outdoor pool, reading the script while enjoying Hanna's services.

The warm summer breeze felt great against his damp skin. Wayne was completely naked, and the sun felt incredible on his cock. It was big, hard, and ready for action.

Hanna, on the other hand, was clothed in a white bikini. She was Wayne's personal assistant a. Hanna was a very beautiful woman and had amazing tits and an ass to die for.

Wayne glanced over the script as Hanna started giving him a blowjob. The feeling of her warm mouth and wet tongue on his dick was incredible. He could feel himself getting harder and harder in her mouth.

Hanna pulled her mouth off Wayne's dick, "I love the way you taste, Wayne."

Wayne chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you like it."

Hanna bent back over and started sucking Wayne's dick again. Her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked harder and harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he felt himself getting closer to cumming.

"Oh, fuck, Hanna! I'm going to cum!" Wayne yelled.

Hanna didn't pull away. Instead, she started sucking even harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded in her mouth. Hanna swallowed every last drop.

Wayne let out a sigh, "That was amazing, Hanna."

Hanna grinned, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Wayne leaned back against the lounge chair and closed his eyes. He felt Hanna straddle his hips, and she started grinding her pussy against his dick. Wayne opened his eyes and looked down. He could see the outline of her pussy through her bikini.

Wayne reached down and pulled Hanna's bikini bottom to the side. He could see her bare pussy, and it was dripping wet. Wayne grabbed Hanna's hips and pulled her down onto his dick.

Hanna let out a loud moan as Wayne entered her. She started riding him harder and harder. Wayne reached up and grabbed Hanna's tits. He started squeezing and kneading them as Hanna rode him.

"Oh, fuck, Wayne! You feel so good inside me!" Hanna yelled.

Wayne started thrusting his hips up, meeting Hanna's thrusts. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming again.

"I'm going to cum again, Hanna!" Wayne yelled.

Hanna leaned forward and started kissing Wayne. She started riding him even harder. Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded inside Hanna. 

Hanna collapsed onto Wayne, panting heavily.

Wayne wrapped his arms around Hanna and held her close. They both lay there, enjoying the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

Hanna looked up at Wayne, 

"I love you, Wayne."

Wayne smiled, "I love you too, Hanna."

Hanna leaned in and started kissing Wayne again. Wayne could feel himself getting hard again.

Hanna grinned, "Again?"

Wayne chuckled, "Again."

Hanna started grinding her hips against Wayne's dick again. Wayne reached down and pulled Hanna's bikini bottom to the side. He could see her bare pussy, and it was dripping wet. Wayne grabbed Hanna's hips and pulled her down onto his dick.

Hanna let out a loud moan as Wayne entered her. She started riding him harder and harder. Wayne reached up and grabbed Hanna's tits. He started squeezing and kneading them as Hanna rode him.

Wayne could feel himself getting closer to cumming again. He started thrusting his hips up, meeting Hanna's thrusts. Hanna leaned forward and started kissing Wayne. They were both moaning and panting heavily.

Wayne let out a loud moan as he exploded inside Hanna again. Hanna collapsed onto Wayne, panting heavily. Wayne wrapped his arms around Hanna and held her close.

Wayne looked up at the sky,

 "Best fucking day ever."

Hanna chuckled, "Agreed."

Wayne leaned in and started kissing Hanna again. He could feel himself getting hard again.

Hanna grinned, "Again?"

Wayne chuckled, "Again."

And again, they made love by the pool,

So, just a little over an hour later, Wayne—having just taken a refreshing shower—was lying by the outdoor pool, reading the script while enjoying Hanna's services.

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