Orlando (Blackmail #1)

by Crystal Spears

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Friday Caracci

  Orlando Dupree

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Orlando

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Orlando

  Blackmail Mini Series

  Part One

  By Crystal Spears

  ©Copyright 2014 Crystal Spears

  Friday Caracci

  I glare at the thirty-one-year-old woman reflected at me in the mirror. The makeup artist did an incredible job deducting a few years off my age. Granted, thirty-one isn’t old anywhere but Tinseltown. The private stretch of beach in Tahiti is the location where we will shoot the third installment of a big budget Porn trilogy. This is the seventh adult film with me headlining, and I’m happy to say this is my final one. After I finish this project, I can go back to being Friday and retire the hated alias Kaciara.

  I didn’t choose to do this for myself. This part of my career was never supposed to happen. I’m an A-list movie star who’s stuck making this trilogy under a false name, heavy makeup, and a sucky accent.

  For some reason, no one has asked me why, or what the hell caused me to do this to my career and myself, and I’m thankful.

  But knowing how Hollywood works, there should be no doubt as to why I’m here.

  ***

  Orlando Dupree

  My name on the chair, written in fancy, fucking gold letters, causes me to roll my eyes as a child would. I’m a triple threat in Hollywood. I act, produce, and direct. And now, I’m in Tahiti for the last installment of an adult movie trilogy. My reason for being here, what drew me to direct and produce this final film, is the star behind the false name. We grew up together and I once knew her very well. If it weren’t for her and my need to protect her and her career, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

  Friday Caracci.

  My childhood best friend.

  Nothing is wrong with the adult film industry, but something about Friday, an A-list movie star, headlining in this particular film bothers me. Even hiding behind a phony name, fake blonde hair, contacts, and the best wardrobe and make-up artists around, I know it is her. And if I know? Before long, the rest of the world will know, too.

  My job, as someone who grew up with her, is to protect her, and I will do it at all costs. If word gets out she did a rated NC-17 trilogy, I don’t even want to think what that will do to her career.

  This particular type of movie isn’t considered porn, but we might as well call it like it is – an adult film with a hard-as-hell-to-get-into-theaters rating.

  I respect all actors and the work they do, but this isn’t like her, and it isn’t something she would choose to do.

  So while I work and do my best to protect her, I will stop at nothing to get to the bottom of this.

  ***

  Chapter One

  Orlando

  Through the Lenz

  The crew bustles around, fixing this and that, rearranging furniture last minute. All I do, as I sit in this fancy ass chair, is wait for the woman I haven’t seen in years to come onto the set. I grew up with Friday Caracci. The beautiful, talented triple threat Friday is the woman everyone wants to be like, and everyone wants to fuck. I can’t say I blame them. She’s a rare jewel.

  Friday and I never got together. Don’t get me wrong. The chemistry has always been there, but having grown up with someone as gifted, talented, and beautiful as her, anything more could have damaged our carefully constructed friendship.

  She always called it the push/pull effect. I’d push and she would pull. She always wanted more, and hell if I didn’t want it too, but being that I didn’t want to lose her forever, I squashed it every chance I got. It wasn’t until I married that she gave up trying. Who could blame her? I denied her every chance I got, and to be honest with myself and everyone else, I broke her damn heart. It’s amazing how deep a love you can feel for someone you’ve never shared more than a hug, but I am, and always will be, in love with Friday.

  So, as I wait for my actors to come out, I thumb the empty spot where my wedding ring used to sit. It feels odd for it to be gone, but at the same time, freeing. After twenty-five years of knowing Friday, I’m ready to take the plunge into being with her, and as soon as my divorce is final, I will make my move. I have known her since I was seven years old. We watched one another grow. We dreamt together, planned together. Hell, we used to do everything together, and I miss that. I miss her.

  And when I finish producing and directing this film, and I’m a free man, I will figure out how I go from the friend zone to where she always wanted me.

  “Actors on the set!” I holler.

  I turn towards my production assistant as she hands me my clipboard, headphones, and motions for Friday and Monteo.

  My eyes aren’t on Monteo, but on the gorgeous Friday, or as she is being called, Kaciara. She looks alluring as always, even with the deep, dark, smoky makeup covering most of her eyelids. Her brown hair is now highlighted a sinful blonde, and her calves in that skirt make my mouth water. Her brown eyes shine bright, and her plump lips are, as always, kissable. She carries her script in one hand and her cell phone in the other.

  “Mr. Dupree.” She speaks in a soft voice.

  I snort. If she wants to be professional, then so be it. “Kaciara Carmichael.”

  I don’t like using this new name. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but if she wants to keep this professional, then I will.

  “The script is… well, it is something,” she murmurs as she bites her lip and shuffles her feet.

  She and the script are what drew me to this project. At the last minute, the other director and producer dropped out during the final installment. The first two movies are under wraps. The reason filming was scheduled all at once was to save on budget costs. They haven’t finished editing the first two, which I suspect is why I was offered a substantial amount to not only film and produce this one, but also edit all three flicks as well.

  “Yes, but you and I both know this is all but porn, even though they haven’t labeled it as such.” I chuckle. “The script is good. Great acting is what will stand out. Are you prepared for this?” I ask.

  “I am. Two down, one to go.” She shifts back and forth in the stilettos her team chose for her today.

  I suspect her anxiety has everything to do with me watching her fuck, and nothing to do with the project at all.

  Mateo looms next to us, his arms crossed. A smirk covers his face, and his cocky attitude shows in the way he stands. I’ll knock him down a peg or two later. My first job is to make Friday feel comfortable here on the set, with or without me.

  I stand, wrap my hand around her elbow, and escort her away so that I can talk to her in private. I haven’t spoken a word to her in over a year. When we are away from all ears, I try my best to ease her nerves.

  “Bucket, it’s just me, your old friend Orlando. You're nervous when there’s no reason to be nervous at all.”

  Her mouth tilts up at the use of her nickname, and I notice some of the tension leaves her body. “Please, don’t call me that around other people.”

  My lips tilt to the side as I try hard not to smile. She’ll be fine. I can see it in her gaze and the way her face contorts.

  “So, we’re good, yeah?” I ask as my hand leaves her elbow.

  She pauses when her personal assistant comes up to take her cell phone and script, and waits for her to leave until she answers me.

  “You have to admit it, Orlando. This is… odd,” she mutters under her breath.

  The strange thing is, this is my first
project with her, and it’s the first time I will see her fully naked. Of course, it has to be with some asshole like Mateo putting it to the girl I have always loved. Yeah, that’s the only thing strange about it.

  “Friday, I only took this job so I could help protect you. I know there’s more going on here than meets the eye, and maybe you’ll tell me about it soon.”

  Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open before snapping shut. I shake my head at her, my own secret way of letting her know I won’t believe a lie if she tries to tell me one.

  “Fine, maybe, we’ll see,” she says in a soft voice. “I want to get this film over and done with. I want my life back.”

  My fists ball at my sides. “Three months, baby. I’ll get you through this, I promise,” I grit through clenched teeth. My anger has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with whatever the fuck is going on here.

  Friday’s nervousness dissipates with my answer, her stance loosens, and she heaves a loud sigh. “Our first time working together, and it’s on a porn, O.”

  My heart stutters in my chest when she calls me O. She hasn’t called me that since we were kids. We haven’t spoken more than a few words to one another since high school, and every time I’ve seen her since, it was in passing during parties or premieres. We both agreed on that plan when we discovered our attraction was both ways.

  “I see you’re not wearing your wedding ring.” Her voice quivers as her nerves reappear.

  A laugh bubbles out of me as I rub my thumb over the bare spot. She is right, and she, of all people, knows I don’t believe in divorce, so I could see why it would make her nervous. I think, if you commit to someone, you should make it work, and do everything in your power to fix whatever is wrong.

  After almost a year of trying to work it out with my wife, I have given up. She doesn’t want me and she has cheated countless times. A man can only deal with so much, know the end results won’t change, no matter how hard a person he is. The only reason I’m no longer fighting to keep my marriage intact is because of Friday, but I don’t say this to her. If I didn’t want to change things between Friday and me, I would live in this loveless marriage until I die. Don’t get me wrong. I love my wife, but I love Friday too, and since my wife is the one pressing for this divorce and refuses to change her mind, I need to move on.

  Instead of giving her my reasoning behind the missing ring, I shrug it off. She does not need to know my plans for her quite yet.

  “Ready to work?” I ask.

  Friday moves her bangs to the side and answers. “I am.”

  I lift my hands in the air and snap my fingers for her hairstylist to come over. “Fix her hair. It’s bugging her, and I want her comfortable,” I demand.

  “Thank you, Mr. Dupree,” she replies, getting right back down to business.

  It takes everything I have to walk away from her and sit in my fancy, unnecessary chair. My assistant Tia calls for places while I put on my headpiece. When they rest comfortably on my head, I give a nod to let her know it’s time to work.

  “Quiet on the set,” she yells, and the actors bustle into their spots. I know this script by heart. It’s my job to memorize it and do the writers justice.

  When Friday is situated at the bar on set, she winks at me.

  “Scene nineteen, take one,” Tia barks while snapping the clapperboard.

  Scene 19

  Scene location: Hotel Beach Bar

  ANN (CONT’D)

  (Scene Description: The wind whips across the bar, knocking over her drink.)

  So while I was back home, you decided you didn’t want to be with me after all? That I moved here for no reason! I packed up my entire life to be with you!

  (The wind picks up, whipping the picnic table umbrellas out of their sockets and Jude scurries to close them and to put them away as he struggles to answer Ann)

  Jude

  I was all set on being with you. In fact, I didn’t change my mind until after I slept with someone else. (Use aggravated tone) It reminded me I had options and that I’m not the type to settle down.

  (Ann begins to cry and Jude softens)

  Jude (CONT’D)

  Come here, baby.

  (Ann gets up, strolls towards Jude. Jude strips her of her clothing)

  Ann

  But I thought you said—

  (Jude hushes her with a kiss, lays her down on one of the tables, grasps her thighs, his movements loving. The audience needs to be riveted, itching to be in the place of Ann. Jude enters her. His movements become rough. He treats her as if she is nothing but sex to him. His actions need to match his tone when the sex scene ends.)

  Mateo pushes Friday onto the table and grabs her thighs, forcing them apart. Ignoring the bottle of lube, a sneer covers his face as he forces his cock inside her dry pussy. Friday’s breath catches and her eyes water at the crude invasion. His groans fill the silence of the set as his hips piston in and out at a quick pace, and within moments, he pulls out, cums all over her stomach, and turns away from her.

  Jude

  (Said in a thick Spanish accent)

  That was great Ann, but I still can’t be tied down. Go back home to Texas. The first two trips were fantastic, yeah, but it is over. Go home, Ann. Just go home.

  (Ann begins to cry as she dresses. She sobs as she flees down the beach back. Slips and falls in the sand multiple times as sobs rack her body. Tears stream down her face blocking her vision)

  DISSOLVE TO:

  The waves crashing onto the shore after Ann enters bungalow.

  “Cut,” I yell as my stomach ties deep into knots and I fight to remain in control. I realize Friday’s name overshadowed the script and was the actual draw that got me here. This script sucks. The thought of her blinded me to the shit storm I’m directing. “Get me the damn writers!”

  I hate the way this script portrays the character Ann as a pathetic thirty-year-old woman hung up on a bartender at a beach resort. It’s typical, not original, at all. It took everything in me not to yell cut when Mateo slammed into her. I watched and waited for him to make a mistake, but it never happened. I heard rumors that Friday was skillful, but I never expected this. She executed her role to perfection. No cosmetic tears were needed. Hers were real.

  My eyes follow Friday as she takes her phone from her assistant and checks her messages. Fuck did it suck watching her fuck someone else. Jesus all mighty.

  “Kaciara,” I holler over the crew bustling around, moving the equipment to the next location. “Go take a shower.”

  I don’t mean to sound like a horrid asshole when I say it, but it comes out that way. Her eyes narrow at me before she turns and heads off the set. One great thing about working on the beach is our cottages are a mile away.

  “And someone get me Mateo’s fucking acting coach!”

  Yeah, so maybe my jealousy is showing, but I don’t give a fuck. No one here knows of Friday’s long history with me. When Mateo’s acting coach saunters up to me with a conceited look that pisses me off even more, I lay into him.

  “Give your actor some goddamn lessons on acting. Fuck, he didn’t even coax her in the correct way. He just jammed it right in there, and I didn’t miss the fucking flinch my star made at the invasion! So get your shit together and find the sex expert looming around here somewhere. The one reason I didn’t have to yell cut is because Kaciara is an excellent actress who knows how to go with the fucking flow!” I roar as I slam my headpiece onto my chair when I stand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m the type of producer and director that checks on my stars.”

  I dismiss the cocky acting coach as the two writers come up to me.

  “You wanted to see us?”

  Hell yeah, I wanted to see you, I almost say to them.

  “Revise the end of the script. I’m calling for re-writes, and you know it’s in my contract to do so. It’s not original. Ann needs to have an epiphany and hang his ass out to dry. You need to show women empowerment here. Show something no one has done
before. Change the happy love story ending with a cheating douchebag, to a woman who learned a valuable lesson and is freed in the end.”

  Instead of frowning at my idea, the writers smile, and it boggles me for a moment.

  “We had something similar until they told us to rewrite it if we wanted them to film it.”

  Go fucking figure. I run my hands through my hair, glad I won’t have to argue with them over this.

  “All right, get your original script and have it delivered to me tonight. I’ll read over it, and before I go to sleep, I’ll call to let you know if I’ll use it, or if you need to write another at the last minute. Sound like a plan?”

  Both bob their heads up and down like eager puppies. “Yes, Mr. Dupree,” one of them says and beams at me. It is one of those flirtatious, I-would-love-to-get-naked-with-you grins as she brushes up against me, her palm running over the globes of my ass. Jesus fuck! Do they not understand boundaries? Sure, she’s pretty enough, but I’m not divorced yet. Even if I were, I’d be sleeping with Friday and not one of these writers. Things with one of them would most likely end up a mess, and then I’d have a novel or a script written about our trysts.

  “I’m married. I don’t wear my ring while I work,” I answer.

  As her smile disappears, the sex expert comes up to me.

  “Yes,” she says.

  “Yeah, teach Mateo some fucking common courtesy when it comes to seducing someone. He tore into her with no warning at all.”

  The therapist takes out her Palm Pilot to take notes. “Anything else,” she asks without looking back up at me.

  “Nope, but I shouldn’t have to ask for a sex therapist to teach a fucking porn star how to fuck. This isn’t supposed to be raunchy. It’s theater bound, for fuck’s sake.”

  Frustrated, I throw my hands in the air as I walk off, pissed beyond belief. When I head off the set towards Friday’s cabin, I see one of the film crew seducing a secondary actress who plays one of the fuck buddies of the character Jude. Great. Where is the decorum? Is this how it was on the first two film sets?

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yell, cross my arms, and glare at them fucking against a tree.