by Mia Masters
Exhaling in relief, I finished washing up and got out of the shower. I threw on a clean pair of boxer shorts to sleep in and turned on the TV.
I was already good on my lines for tomorrow, so I didn’t want to over practice. Sometimes if you read the lines too many times, they lose their spontaneity.
Flipping around the channels, I caught Blythe’s car insurance commercial. I could see why the producer took a chance on her. She really stood out in that.
It was her stage presence that really sold it. The commercials had run for a long time, too.
Continuing to change channels, I came across a Boy Meets World episode I did back when I was 14 years old. I was a “guest star” back then, which meant I got to have six lines total, I think. It was funny to see after all these years.
Back then, I was so into being professional with acting. These days, I was pretty blasé about it. Guess the novelty of Hollywood had worn off for me.
Next, I checked out some of the premium channels my free cable had to offer. Since the studio basically bought the trailers and all equipment for next-to-nothing for the entire deal, I had everything.
This was one of the perks of living on the lot. Sure, there wasn’t a bar to visit or a store to go shopping in unless you wanted to get into your car and drive, but the TV was spectacular.
As usual, I ended up watching Fail videos on YouTube. I didn’t know what it was about people hurting themselves that I found so fascinating. I guess it was just the spontaneous acts of failing that I enjoyed.
Part of me wanted to recreate them as best I could. If I could be as surprised as the guy that got hit in the balls by a skateboard, I would be the greatest actor in the world.
Seriously, I believed that. There was nothing but pure surprise in most of those videos. If I could duplicate that in my performances, I’d be drowning in Oscars.
As I started to drift off into blissful sleep, I thought about Blythe one more time and wondered if I should take my dad’s advice.
Would asking her out ruin things between us, or would it just be the beginning of something exciting?
I guessed there was only one way to find out.
Chapter Eleven
Blythe
Sex scenes in Hollywood can be pretty nerve-racking. The first thing you have to do is make sure your body is ready. You can’t rely on the makeup people to cover up everything.
Next, you have to paste down your pasties. I mean, you really need to glue that shit down. That way, even if there’s a wardrobe malfunction and the camera catches a glimpse, they get nothing but the pastie.
Finally, you have to make sure you’re clean and smell great. You’re basically going to be grinding into a co-worker for several hours.
Don’t get me wrong, Monk was great to be grinding with. But it was going to be tough to concentrate, since I was attracted to him. It was weird that I both wanted to act like I was attracted to him, but also not reveal that I was actually attracted to him.
We got on the set and as usual, Jim was rushing us.
What is this shit?
You’d think this guy wanted everything in one take. I even had more time on the set of the commercial than the rush-rush-rush orders I was getting here from Jim. But this time, he had no choice but to slow down.
We started the scene.
“Oh, Jenny,” said Monk, wrapping his strong arms around me. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop!”
“Cut!” snapped Jim. “You have to say his name, Blythe. Super important. Reset. Again.”
“Quiet, please!” shouted Hex. “C’mon, people! Let’s reset this!”
The camera moved back, and everyone returned to their original position in the bedroom set.
“Action!” shouted Jim.
“One sec,” I said, trying to get ready.
“Keep rolling. When you’re ready, Blythe,” said Jim.
I closed my eyes, got centered and gave Monk the signal, using body language. He immediately picked up on it.
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Oh, Barry!” I said. “Take me and don’t stop!”
“Cut! No!” shouted Jim. “That’s not the line. It’s supposed to be take me and don’t stop, Barry.”
“Really?” I said, in frustration. “We did nothing but improv yesterday and you loved it. What’s up with today?!”
“Look, I know you’re a little sensitive about being mostly naked in front of the crew, but relax, these guys are professionals,” assured Jim.
“That has nothing to do with it, Jim. I don’t care. Why are you suddenly being all anal-retentive about this line?” I demanded.
“It’s the screenwriter. He really wanted that line in,” said Jim.
“The screenwriter? Seriously?” I said, in disbelief. “Since when did anyone in Hollywood give two shits about the screenwriter’s aesthetic choices?”
“Let’s just try to get back into it,” suggested Monk.
“Yeah, yeah!” said Jim immediately. “Reset! Reset!”
“God damn,” I muttered to Monk. “This is really not the relaxing vibe I’m trying to get into.”
“Look, I know sex scenes are nerve-racking, but just try to relax,” he said. “You want a pull of whiskey? I got a flask on my chair.”
“It’s eleven in the morning, Monk,” I reminded him. “I don’t want shots. Jesus. What is wrong with you? I don’t need drugs. I just need two seconds of peace to—”
“Action!”
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk. “This is our moment.”
“But I— I— Shit! Fuck!” I said, forgetting my line. “God dammit!”
“Cut!” shouted Jim. “Seriously, Blythe, you’re killing me here. What’s up? You want an Ambien?”
“No! No drugs! I just need everyone to stop rushing me through this scene,” I snapped. “Geez. It’s supposed to be a slow, sexy scene! I feel like you’re pushing me to just rush through the lines.”
“Well, we’re on the clock here,” Jim reminded me.
“I get it, but give me a freaking break. I need to focus a little! I need some quiet,” I demanded.
“Maybe what you should do—” began Monk.
“Monk, what I need from you is not to jump into the first line the second Jim shouts ‘action.’ Give the moment a second to breathe,” I said. “You’re rushing me just as much as he is!”
“Okay, tell ya what,” said Jim. “Let’s take a tight five. We’ll reset and when you’re ready, you let me know. ‘Kay?”
“Thank you,” I said, exasperated.
I sat on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths. Pete rushed over to touch up my makeup.
“You look great, kiddo,” he said. “Makes my job so much easier.”
“You know, I have an acting exercise,” began Monk, as he wandered back over. “Could help you—”
“Monk. Seriously?! Did you hear what I just said?” I snapped.
“Seriously, dude,” agreed Pete. “Cool your jets.”
Monk held up his hands in surrender and backed off.
“God, these guys,” I muttered.
“I know, they think you can just turn on the sexy,” said Pete. “Women have to be wined, dined and built up. Even I know that.”
“I just need to go to my happy place a minute,” I said. “Am I getting stress lines?”
“Oh, hell no. You look fabulous, girl,” assured Pete. “You make me want to go straight.”
Okay, I finally got myself centered. I shook my hands out and rolled my neck in both directions. Then I looked over to Jim and n
odded.
“Alright, give me camera,” said Jim.
“Speed,” said the cameraman.
“Action,” said Jim softly.
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed. This was going to work this time. I could feel it.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk. “This is our moment.”
“But I— I’m so torn,” I said. “I have feelings for you, but how can I not process my feelings for him, too?”
“Here’s all you need to know,” Monk said breathlessly.
Monk kissed me hard. Well, he didn’t really kiss me. It was an intense screen kiss. You don’t really put your mouth over each other’s, you kind of kiss just right next to the mouth. Plus, you move around and try to look passionate.
I have to say, as we were starting to pretend to make love, I was getting pretty turned on. I slid down Monk’s pants. He had a kind of dark speedo on to hide his unit. But he was really aroused. I could feel him grinding into me and I was getting aroused, too.
“Oh, Monk!” I said by mistake.
“Cut!” said Jim, throwing up his hands in frustration. “Alright, look. Let’s break for lunch and pick this up later. Now I need a break.”
“Dammit, I’m sorry, Monk,” I said.
I grabbed a robe from Pete and ran to my trailer. God, what a rookie mistake! Of all things to do on set!
Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a leading a lady. Maybe it wasn’t that I was being rushed. Maybe I just didn’t belong at this level performing.
When I got to my trailer, I closed the door and ran to the bed and then I fell face first onto it. I felt humiliated and weird about the whole thing.
Why did they even give me this gig? I hadn’t had this many scenes ever! Even if you added up all my “screen time” in acting class, I don’t think it would add up to two hours.
Then there was a knock at the door.
“Hey, can I come in?” asked Monk.
“No. I don’t need pointers, Monk!” I shouted.
“I’m coming in,” he insisted. “Look, let me help you.”
“What, you going to mansplain it to me again?” I said.
“I’m just trying to help,” he said. “Let’s just go through the lines without the cameras or Jim. We can just rehearse in here, okay?”
I made an exasperated noise.
“Trust me, I know what it’s like to be nervous,” he said. “We just need to relax you and you’ll be fine. We’ll do it so many times, it won’t even matter when you go back.”
“Okay, sure,” I relented. “You’re the veteran.”
Monk and I got the room ready. I threw aside my robe. Once again, I was standing before him in just my panties with my pasties on. With just him and no cameras, I felt more vulnerable but already kind of aroused again.
“Ready?” asked Monk.
I nodded and he began.
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed. Something was different now. I started touching him.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said carefully. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk. “This is our moment.”
Monk put his fingers across my lips. I kissed them gently.
“But I— I’m so torn,” I said. “I have feelings for you, but how can I not process my feelings for him too?”
“Here’s all you need to know,” Monk said breathlessly.
We started Hollywood kissing, but then something happened. We started kissing for real. Something just changed inside me, and I felt myself unable to resist his body. I pulled down his pants and nearly pulled his speedo off. He was rock hard and had a huge cock under the skin-tight covering.
Monk kept kissing me and my cleavage. His big rough hands ran up and down my body and rubbed my pussy and clit through the panties. He rubbed his hands over me, and I ached for his touch. I was suddenly overcome, and I came. I squirted in the inside of my panties.
I didn’t care anymore, I had to have him. But Monk suddenly became incredibly embarrassed. He stood up and slid his pants back on.
“Wait, where are you going?” I said.
“I-I can’t do this, Blythe,” he said. “This started out as acting but—”
“Don’t go, we have time,” I insisted.
“The temptation’s too much,” he said. “I don’t have sex while on the set.”
“I heard that, but can we make an exception? The scene will be better between us, you know that,” I said.
“You’re pure temptation, but I can’t!” he insisted. “I have to stay true to my craft.”
He rushed out of my trailer.
Well, that was different.
I had never been with a man that got me off and not himself.
Monk was really dedicated to his craft and what he had done actually had helped. Now that I had an orgasm, I was relaxed.
Maybe he is gay, I thought. It didn’t seem like it, since he had been really into me. But he also left mid-make-out session, which is something most straight guys probably wouldn’t do.
I was confused, but also determined to be ready for filming.
We still had forty minutes before we had to be back on set. Feeling like a diva, I texted Hex.
“Can you get me a Cesar Chicken Salad?” I texted.
“Check your fridge,” said Hex. “It’s fully stocked.”
I opened the fridge. It was full of pre-wrapped salads, salad dressing, snacks, drinks— Pretty much anything I could want in terms of lunch or snack. There were even some frozen pizzas in the fridge.
I checked the kitchen and there were plenty of utensils as well. There were even some frozen burritos. They weren’t the kind you get at stores, but craft services hand-made them, wrapped them with instructions for microwaving and then put them in the freezer to freeze.
Man, these guys think of everything. I’d have to thank the studio for taking care of me. Having an orgasm made me ravenous. I heated up a burrito while I ate the salad. Then I ate the burrito and drank two bottles of water.
I wasn’t sure if Monk was going to be the same, but I was definitely more confident and ready to return to the set. I put my robe back on, changed my panties and went back out there.
“Hey, Blythe, how do you feel?” asked Jim immediately. “Not that I’m trying to rush you.”
“I’m good,” I said. “Monk and I rehearsed what we are going to do. I think I have a handle on it now.”
“Good, good,” said Jim. “I’m sorry if I’m pushing you too hard. The studio is really pressuring me with this schedule. We’re almost caught up, so hopefully it won’t be a problem in a few days.”
“Are they liking the dailies?” I asked.
“No one’s looked yet, but I’ve seen them, and they look great,” he said. “Keep up the good work, okay?”
“You too,” I said.
I walked into the bedroom set.
Monk was sitting on a chair.
“Hey, thanks so much for helping me with my lines,” I said. “It really helped. I’m sorry if I came off like a bitch earlier. That rehearsal really relaxed me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, a little flustered. “Good, good. No, I’m good.”
He definitely wasn’t gay, I decided. He was at least bi. Because it was obviously he was still pretty shaken up about the whole thing.
He wanted me, bad, but was just trying to stick to his own rules for filming. But it clearly wasn’t easy. The thought about having that effect on him made me feel confident and powerful. I was definitely ready to film
the scene better this time.
“Okay, people,” clapped Hex. “Places! C’mon. Everyone. Let’s start this thing!”
“Camera, we got speed?” asked Jim.
“Speed,” said the cameraman.
“Here we go people…and…action!” said Jim.
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed. He seemed a little unsure of himself this time, but I grabbed him and pulled him close. This time, I was just kissing him.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said confidently. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk. “This is our moment.”
I started pulling down Monk’s pants early. He was pretty aroused. I went further and grabbed his cock through his speedo. I could feel a little dampness of precum.
“But I— I’m so torn,” I said. “I have feelings for you, but how can I not process my feelings for him, too?”
“Here’s all you need to know,” Monk said breathlessly.
Now we started kissing and making out, while pretending to make love. His cock, however, was rubbing against my lower pussy lips through my panties.
My panties and his Speedo were thin enough that it was almost like nothing. He even pushed the hood of my clit with the end of his cock. I started moaning because I was on the verge again.
“Cut! I’m sorry,” said Jim. “Sorry, we had a problem with sound. It was great, though. We can still use it. But let’s do another take.”
Monk was breathing heavily and trying to calm himself down. He stuffed his erection back in his pants. I thought Jim might have noticed.
“You need a minute, Monk?” he asked.
“Yeah, just one sec,” he panted, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hey, sorry,” I said.
“No, no, don’t apologize,” said Monk. “It was great. Let’s just do it again.”
“Okay,” I smiled. “Just so you know. I’m not having a terrible time shooting this scene.”
I giggled.
He laughed.
I think he was having a good time, too, despite his discomfort physically. The camera got back into position and everyone got ready again.