Maya's Aura: The Awakening

by Smith, Skye

Eventually it was Maya who had to answer the door and pay the delivery guy for all the sashimi. The guys were all sitting around the computer adding Sarthani's aura ranges into their spreadsheets and graphs. It was no use setting the table, because she knew they wouldn't leave the computer for a mere feast. She took a jug of sake from the microwave and carried it and the take-out trays upstairs.

  "It's just temporary," Erik was explaining to the monk, "the increase in the range of your aura from meditating with Maya will decay over about two hours, but if you meditate with her again within those two hours, the range will spike again, and very quickly."

  "And you explain it with formulas for resonance," confirmed the monk.

  "Well, we don't actually know what the auras are, but it is a safe assumption that they are some kind of wave. That the resonance formula fits the observations supports our wave theory."

  "Food," she called to them. She was upset with the guys. Sarthani was HER monk. She'd found him first. He had ignored her since they had come home. She poured herself a big shot of sake and would have knocked it back except it was too hot. As she had expected they all reached over and grabbed for the closest item, her California rolls, and then went back to the computer screen.

  She looked at their backs and a naughty thought crossed her mind. Time for some big fun. She let her robe slip to the floor, and then she pressed her hands together as if she were praying. She closed her eyes and felt the surge through her body, through her senses. One of the benefits of being able to put the aura to sleep was the wondrous feeling when she woke it up again. It came on in a rush, as if she were having an orgasm.

  She forced her eyes to open so she could watch the effect. One by one the men were straightening their backs, and then arching them as they were enveloped by milky whiteness and floral scents. One by one they turned and faced her, but said nothing. None of them wanted to interrupt the delicacy of the touch.

  She folded her arms over her rock hard nipples and held her elbows. The range decreased rapidly at first and then more slowly. She pointed to the sushi. "Your supper is going cold," she scolded, and then realized how silly that was so she moved her hand to point to the hot sake.

  The monk lowered his hands and bowed to her. "Thank you for the lesson in manners," he whispered, "and thank you for the caress. You have proven your mastery of your gift. I am now willing to teach you more, but first you must ask Mister Li to teach you some Tai Chi. If he agrees, then I will tell him what to teach you."

  Both Erik and Karl had nothing to add at that point. They were both getting over the effects of Maya's version of the dinner gong.

  * * *

  The monk bade his farewells shortly after the last morsel of Ahi disappeared. He refused a ride home as he had a skytrain pass, but he did accept a ride from Erik as far as the nearest station. Erik was gone for almost an hour for a ten-minute drive.

  "We sat in the car and chatted, mostly about you, Maya. He fears for your safety. He fears that you are not mentally or physically ready for the responsibilities of your gift." He held his hands up as she opened her mouth to object. " His words, not mine. I assured him that we would watch out for you."

  Maya was curled into Karl's arms. The first time she had ever been able to do so outside of the hot tub. She had put her aura to sleep for the night. Erik's return was the trigger for Karl to look over the work he had brought home. Erik also had preparations to make for tomorrow’s labs. They took their laptops downstairs so they wouldn't keep Maya awake. She was looking very sleepy.

  Karl was the first to nod off while reading a summary and he kissed Erik's forehead and went up to bed. He returned a minute later. "We have a problem." He took Erik by the hand and they walked together up the stairs and across to their bedroom. Erik sighed when he saw Maya asleep on their bed. Karl pulled him back into the common room where they could whisper to each other.

  "With her aura asleep she can finally get the hugs she has been missing," Erik whispered, "Poor kid. She has been through an awful lot in a very short time. Lets give her some hugs and send her back to her own bed."

  "It's not going to be that easy. When I first came in, she was facing the door. She has a Christmas bow stuck to her pubes."

  "Oops. We have a problem. I suppose we could go and sleep in her bed."

  "That would be insulting. She deserves a lot of hugs."

  "She wants more than hugs."

  "Well, that's all she's going to get."

  "Brave words. She can turn us on just by touching her palms together."

  "Let me go in first. Give me a couple of minutes, then join us. I'll think of some excuse."

  "Yeah, right. Go on, then."

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  MAYA'S AURA - the Awakening by Skye Smith

  Chapter 16 - Three years earlier in Kitsilano, Vancouver

  She stretched out full length under the blanket. She was feeling absolutely, luxuriously delicious. The guys' alarm had got them moving about an hour ago, and got her moving back to her own bed while they crashed around getting ready for work. Work. Bugger. She was being filmed today. In a panic she grabbed the schedule from the paper clip on the calendar and scanned down. Oh, thank goodness. Not until ten. Today at the school, tomorrow at the park.

  She jumped through the shower, braided a pony tail, and grabbed the kilt and dressed herself once again as predator bait. Why did private schools still demand uniforms that made girls look like sexual targets?

  She ran out of the house, and immediately ran back in. The morning fog had dropped the temperature big time. She grabbed the plastic rain coat for more warmth, a good idea in any case to shield her from lustful looks, and she ran to the bus stop.

  The school was 'temporarily' closed. Another example of the government starving the kids so they could feed more caviar to the bankers. The school grounds were well-organized with signs and security, and the side street was clogged with big white trucks and motorhomes.

  She soon found out that movie extras were at the bottom of the food chain. They were kept in 'hurry up and wait' mode while the main shots revolved around the stars. Wow, they were well-organized. It wasn't like watching a play that starts at the beginning and runs forward to the end. They had everything punched into a computer program that organized every shot accorded to similar needs of location, actors, props, and costumes, no matter what the sequence in the movie.

  Today they would take all the school shots that needed most of the extras. Most of the extras were girls dressed as predator bait, and Maya was one of the oldest. The true actresses were all much older. One looked, like, thirty, and she was supposed to still be in high school. Yeah, right, like that was believable.

  For the first two hours, all of the girls were filmed walking up hallways, walking down hallways, opening lockers, closing lockers, sitting in classes, standing in classes, sitting in the lunchroom, and leaning against outside walls and fences. After the assistant director, Mike, was satisfied that he had enough filler, he sent all the youngest girls home. They were done.

  She and the other older girls were given lunch vouchers and shown to the catering van where they ate with the crew. The important people ate in the motorhomes. They were given a half hour, but then had to stand around for another half hour in 'hurry up and wait mode' until the important people were ready.

  Her name was called. This was her big speaking part. It was part of a washroom scene and the 'chosen' extras got to say short phrases while they put on lipstick. Her line was, "I don't trust him."

  The cameramen were pros and they organized themselves and their equipment in the washroom while waiting for the important people. Mike then arrived and took charge. The girl at the end of the line of sinks and mirrors had the biggest part, because the angle on her offered the least complications with the mirrors.

  "Okay, gather round girls, and listen. I want you touching your hair and straightening your clothes and putting on makeup, especially lipstick. We'll do it a couple of
times without cameras, just so you get the feel of it. When I wave my hand I want you to say your lines, in the right sequence, please."

  He watched them and at the end grimaced. "We need more spice, okay. Pretend you are being watched by some cute guys, instead of by this motley crew." They started again, and he was still grimacing. He pointed to the girl on the end, and looked down at his script. "Uh, Liz, the camera will be mostly on you. Can you be a little less... stiff?"

  "Maybe if she swept her hair up in the beginning?" Maya called out.

  "Quiet," Wendy, who was Mike's right hand woman, told her.

  Mike looked at her. "What's your name?"

  Maya blushed. First day in a movie and she was going to be fired. "Maya."

  "Maya, swap places with Liz and show us what you mean."

  She took her tiny purse and walked passed Liz who gave her the evil eye. When they were in their new places, Mike told them to start again.

  She opened her purse, pulled out some hair clips, and then swept her loosely braided pony tail up the camera side, over the crown of her head and clipped it in place, all the time making sure she arched her back and her arms so that her skirt would rise. She rolled her head, looking at herself in the mirror so that her neck extended.

  Then she picked her lipstick out of her purse and leaned towards the mirror making sure that she leaned down and forward from the waist and arched her back even more. She screwed her lipstick much higher than was needed and then looked at it in the mirror and said Liz's line, "I think he is nice. Nice enough to give me a good mark," then she slowly pushed the extended red lipstick up to her top lip. The other girls said their lines, and then they all relaxed and waited for Mike to say something.

  "We'll go with that. Wendy, swap Maya for Liz in the script. Get her a shorter skirt, and a longer lipstick. We'll go with cameras in ten."

  Wendy grabbed her and Liz by the arm and asked for their schedule sheets and then swapped them. Liz looked down it and was obviously furious, but knew better than to argue. Maya looked down hers and realized that she was suddenly committed to the rest of today, tomorrow morning, and all of the day after that. It was a much bigger part with many more lines.

  As Wendy hurried her along to the wardrobe truck, Liz called out "It's only because you have an American accent. This movie is for an American audience."

  "Pay no attention to her," Wendy said, "she was stiff. You flowed. She played the innocent, you played the slut. That pose where you bent with the stiff legs and arched back was classic vamp."

  After two takes, the crew started moving equipment. Mike told her that she looked good on camera.

  "What did I mess up on the first take?" she asked him.

  "Nothing, it was perfect. The first was for the full scene, the second for additional close ups. Wendy, give her a script for her next scene. It's a lot more complicated."

  * * *

  She had to wait around in hurry up mode for hours, so she sated her curiosity fix by looking over the technicians' shoulders, and having the programmer show her the software they used, and posing for the cameramen to mark their ranges for the starlet scenes.

  Finally it was her turn again. She was quite nervous. She was the only girl in the scene and she was to be the first victim of the teacher-slash-vampire.

  "Where's the star that plays the vampire?" she asked Wendy as they walked out of the school towards the playing field.

  "The camera is the vampire in this shot." Wendy was walking her through the scene while the cameras were setting up. "So you are being chased by him. You run out of the gym's back door here, and then run across that lawn. The camera will be behind you, so be sure you wiggle as you run and keep looking over your shoulder. Then you reach through the links of that chain link gate and slide the bolt to open the gate, but your hand gets caught and you can't free it. Then you hear him and turn around with one hand stuck and lean with your back against the fence."

  "Hold on. I'll remember it better if I actually do it."

  "Go for it," Wendy said and watched the girl run, and get her hand caught. "No, wrong hand. Trap your other hand so that when you turn around you have the most breast time towards the camera. Never upstage yourself. That's a big no-no."

  Wendy came closer, pretending she was the camera. "You see the vampire. You are terrified. Then you feel his animal magnetism, you know, the hypnosis thing vampires use. It seduces you and you go from being terrified to being scared and then aroused, and then you look like your are about to come and you offer your neck to him. Fade out. You're dead. In vampire movies the bad girls always die first. Them and any black guys."

  "So do I come back to life? I'm booked for the next two days," she asked and then felt foolish. They didn't film in sequence. She rolled her eyes. "Never mind. Brain fart." She looked at the camera crew. They still weren't ready. Mike was still not here. "I'm going to do it a couple of more times, okay?"

  "Please do. Keep in mind you are playing a bad girl. A tease who led him on."

  She felt almost ready but terribly nervous when Mike finally arrived. Wendy reminded him that her name was Maya while he refreshed the scene in his mind from his personal notes on his copy of the script. "Guys, I see doing this in four sections. Coming through the door. Running across the grass. The gate. The seduction. Are you okay with that, or would your rather break it up more?"

  The lead cameraman poked his head up and said, "I've been watching her practice. I think we can do it in two sections. We only need to move the cameras once. She looks real cute running without a bra, so half the running scene should be from the front. We can shoot the door on close-up."

  "Okay, move your camera to where you want it." Mike looked over at her. "I want you to run through it with me. Pretend I am both the camera and the vampire." Mike went over and stood where the camera was being moved to. "Okay, whenever you are ready."

  She went inside the building, took a deep breath and looked at her reflection in a window. After all her practice she looked rumpled like she was being chased. She bolted through the door and swung it wide so she could look back down the hall before letting go of it. She turned into the camera and then ran across the grass keeping her arms tight to her sides so that her breasts would sway under her blouse.

  As she passed Mike, she let her arms sway so they accentuated the sway of her bum. She hit the gate with both hands forward and shook it. Looked down to see the bolt. Did a stiff leg, back arch bend to reach through the links. Got stuck. Pulled and pulled each time raising her bum higher. Looked over at Mike. He was coming closer. She pulled at her hand frantically, looked again. Twisted around. Gave a look that she hoped was terror. Started sliding lower on the fence. Caught her breath and stopped fighting her trapped hand. Slid a little further. Smiled at Mike like a lover. Presented her neck. Took a long deep breath, opened her mouth sensuously and moaned.

  Mike stood staring at her. "You've done this before." He turned around. "We'll go with that, anyone see a problem?"

  Wendy walked into the scene. "The end, against the fence, has to be a separate section. I need to pin the back of her blouse so that the buttons strain on the front, and I need to pin her skirt to the fence so that it rides up as she slides down."

  "You guys hear that?" he yelled to the camera men. "Anything else?"

  "Nipples," called the light man.

  "Shit," said Mike, "you're braless. Are you over eighteen? Thank the lord. Okay, we'll go with braless. Wendy, we need her nipples taped over. This is a family movie. We can slash her into pieces but we mustn't show nipples."

  It took another hour to film her three minutes of fame. Afterwards, she went over to Mike to apologize for the amount of time to get the shot. "Are you kidding?" was his response. "Wendy, tell me she is kidding. Get the guys to copy the digital version onto a memory stick for her, and go and get a copyright agreement for her to sign."

  A technician brought over a small computer card and handed it to Mike. He turned to Maya and said, "We had this
scene penciled in for three hours. It's an important scene, or at least it is now. Hey everyone! Take a cake break, courtesy of Maya." He handed her the computer stick. "Next time you answer a casting call, show them this. You've just started a career in the movies."

  "Is this where you tell me that you can make me into a star," she said taking the memory stick, "and you want to talk to me about my future tonight in your hotel suite?"

  "Thanks but not tonight, love," he smiled warmly. "I've too much to do before tomorrow. Ask me again when we make the sequel."

  Wendy barged in with a paper. "Signing this means you agree that you will never ever make a copy of the contents onto any form of media, and that it remains the property of the company, to be returned at their request."

  As she signed, Mike walked over to talk to the crew that was packing up equipment. She looked up and watched him kid around with the crew. "He's very nice."

  "Get in line, honey," whispered Wendy, "there are a lot of women who want that one. Me included."

  "Do I have to pay anything for this memory stick?"

  "Oh, give me a break! Your scene probably added a million bucks to the box office of this dog, never mind the TV rights. It will be the track of the rental shop DVD that wears out from all the rewinds and slowmos of the twelve-year-old boys. Even I wanted to rip your clothes off." Wendy reached into the pocket of her smock. "Do you have an agent yet? Here take this card. She's one of the honest ones. They are rare."

  She read the name on the card. "But isn't this you?"

  "You don't think I want to be the assistant to the assistant director all my life do you? Hey, we need to trust each other. Allow me to push your name for a couple of days. If I do good, then we can cut a deal."

  "Sounds fair. Okay."

  Wendy lowered her voice and gave an evil snicker. "I'll need you to sign in blood, little girl." Then she laughed. "How’s about we shake on it instead?" and she offered her hand.

  * * *

  She was glad she had beaten everyone home. It gave her a chance to figure out how to load the computer stick into the computer and how to play the files, and to see herself on camera alone and before anyone else. It also gave her time enough to use the hot tub to soak the heavy tape off her nipples.