by Mia Masters
Now Monk was naked and the three of them were manhandling me everywhere. I could barely process all the sensations and feelings. I reached out and touched their hard cocks. Then I imagined myself sucking each one in turn. I would suck one while stroking the others.
Then we got into a position. Christian and Zack entered my pussy and ass while I sucked off Monk. It was hot, erotic and just a little dangerous.
I imagined all my holes being filled by their cocks. I even thought about them playing with each other but that seemed a little far to take things, even in my own fantasies. So, I just concentrated on the thoughts of Monk playing with my nipples while I sucked on his cock, and the feeling of Christian’s cock stuffing my pussy while Zack was fucking my ass.
When the boys came, I could feel their hot sticky cum inside me and on my face and in my mouth.
It was at that moment that I finally got off. I came under the sheets and moaned to the empty room.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” I gasped.
I couldn’t believe how much of my juices were running out of me. There was now a huge wet spot under the sheets, but that was okay. The covers would hide it and I could have them laundered later while I was on set. I’d just say my afternoon siesta had made me sweaty thanks to the LA heat and sun.
“God, I wish I had some dick,” I muttered to myself. “I really need to get laid so badly.”
Suddenly, someone knocked on the trailer door.
“Blythe, you in there?” Hex called out.
“Yeah, I’m about to grab a shower!” I shouted through the walls.
“I have your costume,” he shouted. “Jim wants to shoot the train scene.”
“The train scene? Today?” I said, jumping out of bed. I pulled on a bathrobe and headed to the front door of my trailer. “Is he even set up for that?”
“Yeah, the studio has a new policy. We set up for two scenes each day when we’re on the lot,” he explained. “That way, we can jump right to the next scene if we have to.”
“So, we’re done with the bar?” I asked.
“No, but we have to jump to the train so we can finish out the day,” he explained. “It’s also because of union rules, so can you get out here ASAP?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “Just give me a few minutes.”
“Okay, great, I’m just going to hang your costume out here, because I have to go to tell Monk,” he explained.
“Okay, thanks,” I said.
Jeez, this studio thinks of everything. No laying around masturbating on their time, I guess.
I retrieved my costume for the train scene. It wasn’t really a “costume,” of course, just the outfit that wardrobe had picked for that scene. It was the middle of a chase, so some parts of the clothes already looked distressed.
I was a little worried about doing a scene with Monk. I had heard stories that he was like an actual “monk” when it came to acting. He didn’t hook up with any female co-stars, so as not to distract himself on the set.
There were some rumors that he could be gay – perhaps that was why I had thought about having the men do things to each other in my fantasy? – but he didn’t seem to hook up with guys that he was working with, either. So maybe he really was like a chaste monk.
I also heard he could be highly critical of his co-stars. That kind of stuff, I didn’t need today, not on my first day as a romantic lead.
Shit!
Just then it occurred to me that I didn’t really know my lines for this scene. Even though I had had the script memorized in advance, there had been a rewrite.
There was a chance something had changed. If I wasn’t lying here getting myself off, I would have been able to read it.
I was mad at myself, but at the same time, I had thought I’d have a longer break than I did. The breaks I’d gotten as a stunt woman were much longer than these!
In any event, now I would just have to wing it. Hopefully, my improv would please Jim like it had last time.
Chapter Seven
Blythe
After getting dressed, I rushed to the sound stage. The actual stunt work was going to be done later. We were in a soundstage jumping from what looked like part of a train car to what looked like another train car.
Of course, all around us was a sea of bright green. The rest of the train, the background and the movement, was all going to be added later. The only thing we were doing live was the jump, with simulated wind from one of the giant fans.
I was a little late and I could tell Monk was already irritated with me. He was on top of the fake train, getting ready for the jump.
Jim rushed over to give me a pep talk.
“Hey, kid, how are you feeling?” he asked.
“A little rushed. Why are we shooting the train jump today?” I asked.
“The studio thinks we spend too much time dithering around. They want to get more done in a day,” said Jim, looking as if he himself was not really on board with the concept. “We’ve got three crews working today. The last one is setting up the porch scene with Zack.”
“What?! We’re shooting that today, too?” I objected.
“Calm down, everyone’s getting golden time,” he assured. “We’re just trying to catch up on the days we lost with Claire.”
Oh, now it made sense. Man, these studio guys didn’t care about the craft at all. They had some imagined released date and they were determined to make it regardless of the quality of the movie. Jim was trying his best to pump me up. That’s normally what directors do, but he was looking stressed as well.
“Look at it this way,” he said. “Think of it as a challenge. I know it’s a lot to shoot in one day, but your character, Jenny, is juggling a lot. Use that rushed energy. Bring it to the scene. I think it will work.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said cheerfully. “I’m a pro, I can do this.”
I was really throwing out extra confidence, since I was anything but a pro when it came to this kind of work that I was brand new at. But it seemed Jim appreciated my good attitude, so I figured I’ll fake it until I hopefully make it.
“That’s the spirit! Now get up there and knock ‘em dead!” smiled Jim.
Then he and I walked over to the train set.
“Monk, sorry to keep Blythe,” Jim said. “I’m slowing things down. Take your time, get focused and let me know when you’re ready.”
Monk reached a hand out to me, and I climbed on top of the fake train.
“Hey, nice of you to join me,” he said, frowning.
I ignored that comment.
Was he trying to throw me off?
Or just being his normally blunt self that I had heard so much about?
“Here’s the deal, we’re on top of this train and we’re trying to get to the back,” he said. “There’s a little sexual tension between us, but we’re ignoring that for the crisis of the moment.”
“Yeah, I get it, Monk,” I said. “Can we just go over the lines, please?”
“You don’t know your lines?” he said, sounding worried.
He folded his muscular arms in front of his chest.
“I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page,” I said.
“Maybe you should’ve gotten here earlier,” he muttered.
“Are you trying to be a dick?” I snapped. “We’re about to shoot here. Can we just go over them?”
“I like to be more spontaneous, so no,” he said. “Let’s just try it and if you need a few takes, I’ll make it work.”
At that point, I was so annoyed, I was half tempted to push him off the train into the padding below. I guess he saw my angry look.
“Use that anger,” he said. “Use it for the scene.”
“Stop directing, please?” I asked, now really annoyed.
“Okay, kids, let’s do this,” said Jim. “Gimme speed.”
“Camera rolling,” said the cameraman.
“Everyone on their marks!” shouted Hex, a little late.
“Wind,” said Jim.
/> “Wind machine! Go!” shouted Hex.
The wind machine started blowing, but it was clearly too much. It practically pushed us off the set.
“Too much, too much,” said Jim.
“Less wind!” shouted Hex.
The wind died down a bit.
“Everyone settle and get ready… Action!” said Jim.
“C’mon, Jenny! You’re gonna have to jump to the other car!” said Monk, suddenly in the middle of the chase.
“Oh, my God! This is nuts! I- I can’t do that!” I said, feeling really worried.
This was even harder than the stunt work I was a lot more used to. And when I was doing that, I was fully focused, whereas now, I had to concentrate on getting my lines right, too.
“You can make it! Just get a running start!” insisted Monk.
“Barry, if I don’t — just remember—” I said, beginning my lines.
“No,” interrupted Monk. “Tell me when we’re on the other side.”
We backed up and then leaped like our lives depended upon it. I slammed into the ground, the matts cushioning my falls, and rolled a bit.
“Okay, good. Cut,” said Jim.
“Cut! Reset!”
Jim climbed down to talk to us.
“Guys, I don’t know if this dialogue is working for me,” he said, indecisively. “I’ve always had a bit of a problem with this scene in that, I’ve always felt Jenny is the strong one. Why should she care about this? If anything, I’d see her lecturing Barry about the jump.”
Monk didn’t like that change. He visibly bristled.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he objected. “What are you saying?”
“Let’s just do a take where it’s the other way around,” suggested Jim. “Just for fun.”
“Bullshit, fun,” scoffed Monk. “You’re switching my lines.”
“Fine, I’m switching your lines, Monk,” said Jim with a huff. “I am the director, what’s the difference? You’re not giving me any reason why Barry wouldn’t be the scared one.”
Monk thought a moment, but he couldn’t come up with anything.
“Dammit,” he muttered. “You’re right. I just hate looking weak on screen.”
“I get it but play up the comedy aspect of it a little,” said Jim. “People do that in tense situations.”
We got back on top of the train and the whole thing started again.
“Action!”
“Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!” snapped Monk, stopping me before I could jump.
“I’m jumping to the other car! Are you coming? They’re right behind us,” I insisted.
“W-we could jump them here,” suggested Monk weakly.
“Screw that, we’ll jump and maybe one of them will fall off the train,” I suggested.
“But we might fall off the train!” insisted Monk, worried.
“Then hold my hand! Let’s go!” I said, rushing him.
I took his warm strong hand in my own.
We jumped to the next car together.
“Cut! Like that!”
Jim climbed down.
“I really liked that,” said Jim. “How did it feel?”
“It felt good,” admitted Monk. “No, I’m into it now.”
“Yeah, me too,” I agreed.
“Excellent. Let’s get a few more angles then,” said Jim. “Reset it!”
The crew reset the shot and we did another six times just like that. It felt more natural and seemed to jive with our characters better than what we were trying at first. Jim really was a good director who trusted his instincts.
“Okay, that’s it!” shouted Jim. “Blythe, wardrobe change. Monk, you’re good for now, go relax. Let’s move it, people. Next set!”
I rushed to wardrobe and changed clothes again. This was an insane pace for a movie. Normally, the studio wanted to make sure everything came together. It seemed that this studio thought it was more important just to make their release date, though.
I hoped it didn’t hurt the final product. That was the main thing. God forbid my first lead role was an utter embarrassment. That was something that had destroyed more than a few careers.
As an actor, you get all the glory if the show is a success, but you get heaped with scorn if it’s a failure. I just had to keep my performance solid. Even if the movie did bomb, they wouldn’t blame me. It would be all up on the screen. I think that was Monk’s attitude as well.
From the distressed jeans, I was now putting on a sundress for the porch scene. That was another confusing thing about shooting movies. People don’t realize, you shoot the whole thing out of order. You have to remember what the previous scene was like and what was said by your character. Sometimes, it was hard to do that, especially if you hadn’t shot the previous scene yet.
My makeup guy, Pete, was a trip. He put the flame in “flaming homosexual” and pranced around his makeup trailer like the queen that he was.
“Darling, you’re looking spectacular today,” he said. “But you’re also looking a little stressed, what’s wrong?”
“It just seems like this whole movie is rushed,” I said.
“Yeah, tell me about it. I’m doing double and triple the work I normally do,” he complained. “But that’s how the studio saves money, I guess.”
“Seems like rushing it will hurt the movie,” I said.
“Listen, honey, let me tell you a secret,” he said, leaning in. “Word on the street, and by that, I mean Hollywood Boulevard, of course, is that your movie is going to be released in the dead zone. February. They’re just trying to crank it out, no offense. My advice, do the best you can and enjoy the ride. If the movie sucks and no one sees it, just make sure it’s not your fault. It’s your first movie, they can’t blame you.”
“But they’ve blamed movies like this on actors before!” I insisted. “What about that blonde actress – What’s-her-name? The Bond girl that was really terrible?”
“Oh, God, that was ages ago, honey!” dismissed Pete. “These days, they crank out so much shit in Hollywood, no one’s even going to remember. Now get out there and do your job. Let Jim take the hit for this.”
Pete was probably right. Directors are usually the ones who get the ultimate blame, at least by the critics who know what they’re talking about.
I rushed to the porch set. Again, this one was inside a sound studio. The fake porch was all lit up like daytime and there was plenty of green back drop so they could literally drop the house and us into any kind of background.
“How are ya, kid? Good?” asked Jim, hurriedly.
“Pretty good, I—”
“Great, great, great,” he interrupted. “Now get up on that porch and knock ‘em dead. Hex! I need speed!”
I moved up to the porch, where Zack was waiting for me.
“Hey Blythe,” he greeted me, with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t think we’d shoot this scene for another week, but here we are.”
“Here we are,” I repeated.
There was definitely some chemistry here. We found ourselves getting a little lost in each other’s eyes. I guessed that would be good for the scene.
“Okay, people! Let’s get on our marks,” shouted Hex.
“Give me a little wind. Not too much,” said Jim.
“Wind machine on! But just a little, A tiny breeze,” shouted Hex.
The wind machine came on. It was still a little too breezy.
“Lower the wind, dammit,” muttered Jim.
“Wind machine! Too much. Lowest setting, please,” repeated Hex.
The wind machine lowered to the appropriate breeze.
“Okay and… action!” shouted Jim.
“Jenny,” said Zack. “I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore.”
“But Mike—” I objected.
Zack put a finger to my lips.
“No, don’t talk,” he begged, moving to the radio. “Dance with me.”
Zack turned the knob and off camera, Jim signaled for the music to start. The
y played a little music in the background so that we could dance as the camera moved in on us.
As he twirled me around and I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t help but think about the moments we had shared in the trailer. They were intense. I was starting to have feelings for him again, but I knew it was just acting.
Right?
“Okay, cut. Reset, please!”
Jim got down off his seat and came over to talk to us.
“Guys, I’m loving it, loving it,” he said. “You okay? Anyone need a drink or a break?”
“I could use some water,” I said.
“Guys! Get Blythe some water. And get Pete over here to touch her up. We go again in two minutes.”
A woman from craft services brought me some water to drink and then Pete touched up my makeup and lipstick.
“You’re doing great, honey,” said Pete. “Just keep up the energy, okay? You need anything? Red Bull? Pills?”
“No! Pete! I don’t take that stuff,” I said.
“No judgment if you do,” he said. “Or an espresso. I can have one of those ready if you want. Little caffeine injection.”
I was staring at Zack, who was looking over his script on the porch swing.
“Or some other kind of injection,” muttered Pete, cattily.
We did the scene another ten times. It was an important moment in the movie, and it required a lot of mental energy. I was up for it and so was Zack, but by the end of it, we were both drained.
I was thinking that it would be good to go home after a long day or at the very least, take a short nap in my trailer. For real this time.
But as I looked into Zack’s gorgeous eyes, I couldn’t help but think there were some other things I’d like to do.
Chapter Eight
Blythe
I decided to run home and grab some more things for the trailer, including several changes of clothes. I also took an overnight bag.
“How was shooting today? Exciting?” asked Layla, with a grin.
She was bouncing up and down on her heels.
“Yeah, but grueling,” I said. “We shot three different scenes. Three different locations!”
“Wow, that’s so weird,” she said. “Do they normally do that? They normally don’t, right?”