Building the Nursery

by Amy DeMeritt

  “Sit with me.” I grab my own glass of water and sit next to her. I take a few sips and lean my head back. “How do you feel?”

  “Better than yesterday. A lot better than yesterday.”

  “I could tell. I could feel your determination to perform well. Do you think you’re ready to try the other scene?”

  “Uh, the shower scene?” Julia smiles and slowly nods. Her eyes glance at my body, but quickly meet mine again. “You want to do that right now?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  “You said you need a break.”

  “I’m good now.” I move to get off of the bed, setting my glass down on the nightstand. “Ok, just give me a minute. I need to tell my wives what scene we’re doing now or I won’t be able to do anything.”

  Julia smiles in an understanding way and lifts her glass to take another drink, but doesn’t say anything.

  My wives and Symone are sitting in the family room and all of their faces show baited nervousness as I walk into the room.

  “How did it go?”

  I quickly tell them about it and they laugh a little when I say that Julia had to stop me because she couldn’t take anymore.

  “She wants to do the other sex scene now.”

  I rub the back of my neck nervously and my cheeks blush, unable to say more than that. My wives smile sympathetically, but Symone just looks at me confused.

  “How much worse is this one?”

  “Uh, well, it’s in the shower.” Symone’s jaw drops and she clears her throat to cover up a small sound of arousal. Sam grins at Symone for a moment, before asking, “Are you ready for that?”

  “I have no idea, but I needed to tell you what I’m doing, or going to try to do.”

  “Ok, good luck. We’re going to the store. Do you need anything?” My heart and jaw drop and I stutter to respond. “You can’t leave me here alone with her!”

  My wives and Symone laugh hard and Sam hops up to give me a firm kiss on my lips and hugs me.

  “I was only teasing, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”

  “Brat. Ok, I guess I’m going back down there.”

  I spank her ass and she giggles and kisses me again, before she plops back down on the couch next to Symone. Sam practically lands in Symone’s lap, and loops arms with her.

  I slowly turn to walk out, but look back at them before I leave the room. All of them are watching me with loving smiles, and not a hit of nervousness or regret. Seeing their love and support gives me courage to do this.

  I nearly jump out of my skin when I find Julia by the wet-bar instead of the bedroom. She’s still in just her panties and she’s looking at the bottles of liquor.

  “You’re welcome to have whatever you want.”

  “Maybe later. I need to be level headed for this. Do you want to try the scene out of the shower first, or just dive right in?”

  “Um, question. How are we handling the, um, you know?”

  Julia laughs a little and pulls on my hand, guiding me to the bedroom. She picks up one of two sealed nude colored panties that look thicker than usual.

  “There is padding in the front. They’ll help keep you modest and keep my hand and mouth separate from your private area.”

  “I thought my ass has to be bare in this scene?”

  “It will be, but not for the entire scene. A very short, couple of minutes long, sex scene can take hours to film. I’ve had them take over six hours before because of all of the adjustments to angles and lighting that’s necessary to make it as realistic as possible, without it actually being real.”

  “Six hours! Jesus.”

  I plop down on the bed, laying on my back, and Julia smiles as she sits down next to me. She takes my hand in hers and reaches down to brush my hair off of my face.

  “Are you seriously telling me that I have to stand around naked for all of those people for six hours?” Julia lays down next to me on her side and places her hand on my stomach. “It will be a closed set with only essential personnel allowed on set. So, probably five to ten people, maximum. It may not actually take that long. I’ve never felt comfortable enough with the actor to be able to rehearse these scenes in private, so all of it was figured out on set. Having to fake arousal is not as easy as the audience thinks. That makes it take longer. The arousal needs to look and sound as genuine as possible, without it coming off as an exaggerated porno.”

  “Damn. I’ve never really been fully naked like that around anyone except for my wives. What’s that like?”

  “It’s more mental than anything. I only had one bad experience with a crew member, but they were fired on the spot. A woman working lighting tried to snap a picture of me while I was waiting for my cue to start the scene. But you don’t need to worry about that. No one, not even the director, is allowed to have a cellphone or devices on them. It’s rare that someone is able to sneak one in. Once you get over your personal embarrassment of being naked, you’ll be ok. No one gawks at you or tries to touch you or flirt or anything gross like that. You’re more likely to receive that from your co-star than you are from the film crew.” I quirk an eyebrow at her, and she laughs hard. “I don’t mean, me. I just mean, in general.”

  “Are you comfortable right now?” She smiles and glances at her naked body for a moment. “Are you uncomfortable?”

  “I don’t know. Shouldn’t I be?”

  Julia laughs a little and sits up. She pulls on my hands, pulling me off of the bed. Without a warning, she grabs the hem of my tee shirt and pulls it up over my head. She smiles really big as her eyes look me up and down. She steps in close and reaches behind my back to unhook my bra.

  “We are going to be spending a lot of time together, completely naked. If you can only have one person you’re comfortable with on set, it should be me. So, you need to get comfortable with being naked.”

  Julia strips me down to my boy-short underwear and before removing them, she loops her thumbs through the waist of her own panties and pulls them off. She slowly spins around a few times so I can see all of her. I swallow hard and my pulse immediately increases. She’s really beautiful. She’s just a little thicker than Jaime, so she’s very fit, with a feminine shape. She has nearly flawless lightly tanned skin with just a few freckles across her shoulders.

  “Your turn.”

  I take a deep breath and slowly push my underwear off. Julia’s smile widens and she twists her finger around in a motion for me to turn around. I groan and she giggles a little. As I turn my ass to her, I hear her inhale deeply.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Exposed.” Julia smiles and steps closer to me so her breasts are just barely touching mine. “Ready to do the scene? Dry first.”

  I nod once and she turns my shoulders so my back is to her. I lift my hands and pretend to be washing my hair. Julia steps up close to me and glides her hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

  “I thought you left for work already.”

  She bends into my neck and kisses a light trail up my neck and gently bites my earlobe as she slides her hands over my stomach and up over my breasts.

  “I did, but I came back for this.”

  I turn in her embrace, and she smiles in an excited loving way. She grabs my shoulders and pins me against the wall. She presses her body against mine and she starts kissing me fiercely while her hands alternate between my torso and ass, massaging and pinching.

  She taps my thighs, encouraging me to spread my legs some, and she grips the inside of my thigh, just below my center. Her arm and shoulder move in a motion that feels like she’s working her hand in my fun zone. Slowly, she descends on my body, kissing and sucking my neck and breasts. When she reaches my abs, she releases a moan as she licks and sucks my stomach muscles.

  Her mouth moves closer to my center, and she kisses and sucks my flesh, just inches above my slit, making me gasp. I grab her shoulders, and push her back some. She looks up with a smile and places a hand on my stomach.

 
“Relax, I’m going to stay right here.”

  She takes one of my hands, kisses my palm and then places it on the back of her head, as if she wants me to pull her face back to my fun zone. I really hope she can’t see how aroused I am. Julia’s mouth starts to vigorously lick and suck my flesh, as if she’s really going down on me. My clit is pounding and my heart is racing. My breathing is becoming irregular and I feel weak on my feet.

  “Simulate an orgasm.” I blush beet red and clear my throat. I try to moan and gasp, but instead, I start laughing hard. Julia laughs and smacks my abs. “Focus, Kayla.”

  “This is so fucking weird.”

  “Would it be easier if I make you cum for real?” I gasp and try to step away, but she laughs and grabs my ass in both hands, not allowing me to back away from her. “That’s a no. Ok, fake it.”

  She presses her mouth to the soft V above my slit and I inhale deeply. I close my eyes and try to push the feeling of ridiculousness down. I grab her head and take on a panting, gasping breathing pattern. I stiffen and rock forward slightly, and release a fast-sharp moan as I slump forward some and grab her shoulder for support. I straighten up and she looks up at me with a proud smile.

  “That was great. It felt and sounded genuine.” Julia stands up and runs her fingers through my hair as she wraps her arms around the back of my neck, pressing her body firmly against mine. “You’re doing great, Kayla. Are you still uncomfortable being naked with me?”

  “Thanks. I don’t have an overwhelming desire to push you away and hide under that blanket as if I’m hiding from the boogieman, but I still feel awkward.”

  “Damn, comparing me to the boogieman – that’s pretty harsh.” She presses in harder against me and narrows her eyes in mock-anger. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

  “Let’s take a lunch break.” She takes my hand and starts pulling me out of the bedroom. “Whoa, what are you doing? We need to get dressed.” Julia laughs and shakes her head. “You need to get comfortable being naked around people. I don’t think Symone will mind seeing you naked.” My jaw drops and I shake my head, while trying to pull my hand free. “You’re crazy. Really, you’ve lost your mind. We cannot go walking around my house naked like this.”

  Julia grins in a dangerous way and starts walking towards the stairs. My heart starts hammering in my chest. I’m frozen and don’t know what to do. She glances over her shoulder with that same dangerous grin. She takes the first two steps and I suddenly come to my senses.

  “Please don’t go up there like that. I don’t want this being weird for my wives.” Julia laughs and walks back to me. She kisses my lips and bends down to grab her panties. “I was only messing with you.” She steps into her panties, and then pinches my nipple. “You’re allowed to get dressed now.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  We’re a month into filming the movie, The Sharps Unleashed, and we’re finally getting to the big action scenes. We successfully filmed everything else, including the two sex scenes and a scene with us sitting on the couch naked and eating pie. The sex scenes took a few hours each because of how many camera angle and lighting changes that had to be made, but not because of mine or Julia’s performance. All of the “naked training” that we did really helped. We only had six people on set for each, and half of them were women, which helped make it less awkward.

  We’ve been working on the same five-minute scene for two days, because choreography of my escape from being tied up just isn’t working out right. I’m sitting with my arms tied behind my back against a four-by-four support beam in a decaying barn in the wild woods of California, waiting for the director to call action. I know the change they proposed isn’t going to work and we’re going to be here again in three minutes.

  I’m staring at my filthy black tactical pants with the fake giant bloody gash in my thigh, where I was recently stabbed by one of the rogue police officers on my force who turned into a terrorist. If I keep looking at this bloody gash, I’m going to start believing this is real. I need this scene to end. I start looking around me, inspecting the pole I’m tied to and the rafters above me. The directors and the stunt choreographer are still arguing about the scene, and its driving me crazy.

  “Hey!” They look over a little shocked and irritated at the interruption. “Just call action. Let me run this scene.” The director rubs his face and shakes his head. “If you try something unchoreographed, we’d be open to a major ass-breaking lawsuit if you get hurt.”

  “Run the tape. I’m tired of sitting here tied to this goddamn pole.”

  The director makes some calls to clear the set and get in position. After a few minutes, he calls action. I pretend to be coming to my senses, after being knocked out. I look around and realize where I am and that there are seven other hostages with me, three of whom are from my failed invasion team. There’s also a family of four, whose story my character doesn’t know yet.

  I test the strength of the rope holding my hands, and it’s too tight to wiggle my hands free. I stand up, wincing and quietly groaning from the bad stab wound in my thigh. Looking straight up, while trying to bite back a scream, I notice a break in the cross beam in the rafters, with the metal bracket hanging loose.

  Using the pole dancing techniques that Symone taught me, I hook my legs on the wood beam, and while holding the beam in both hands, I climb the pole backwards. When I reach the top, I swing my legs up and wrap them around the cross beam. With some effort, I stretch my arms out, nearly dislocating my shoulders, causing me to tightly pinch my eyes closed and tense my jaw in pain. I use the metal bracket to saw through the rope. Just as it snaps, I look down to see an enemy moving towards our small room in the old abandoned saw mill. I climb down the pole and put my arms behind my back, holding the rope in my hands, to appear like I’m still a pathetic hostage.

  “Cut! Kayla, that was brilliant and perfect. Did we get that? Please tell me we got that!”

  “Got it at all five angles.”

  “Great. Ten-minute break and then we’ll shoot the next scene. Kayla, really, fucking brilliant.”

  I smile and drop the rope next to the beam. Julia comes over, looking a little beat up, but not as bad as I am, and she hands me a bottle of water.

  “That was really inspired. How do your shoulders feel?” I take a few large gulps of water before I answer. “Thank you. They hurt, but I’ll be fine. I really thought I was going to pop them out of the sockets.”

  “The pain was very visible on your face. It made the scene authentic and perfect. Come here.”

  She pulls me over to sit in a chair, just outside of the filming area, and steps behind me. While we wait for our cue to return to set, Julia massages my shoulders and arms. It feels really good and relaxes me so much that she has to gently pat my cheek to bring me back into focus when we’re called back to our places.

  I get in position against my wood beam and a crew member comes to help adjust my stance to match how I was standing before the director called cut.

  Action is called and my former colleague and new enemy, the man who captured me, punched me in the stomach and face, and then stabbed me, comes walking in with a smug grin and a military rifle in his hand.

  “Good, you’re awake, just in time to meet my latest captive.”

  Another gun toting asshole comes in, pushing a woman in front him, and kicks her back, sending her down on her knees next to Andre, my enemy and the man I’m about to kill.

  “Grace.”

  Julia, my fictional wife, looks up with regret, not fear, in her eyes. Andre laughs and grabs her by her hair, straightening her up to a standing position, and points the barrel of his gun in the underside of her chin. Her hands are tied behind her back, and she suddenly looks scared.

  “Andre, you’ve made some really stupid mistakes in deciding to betray your town and your country, but this is by far the stupidest move you’ve made yet. Take your filthy hands off of my wife, or I’m going to rip your throat out.”

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p; He laughs hard, lets his rifle hang from its sling, and punches Grace hard in the gut. While he’s bent over and has his hands off of his weapon, I take my opportunity and lunge forward. I grab his rifle, aim between his and Grace’s sides, and shoot the other terrorist behind them that kicked my wife to the ground. Grace recovers from the punch quickly and kicks Andre hard in the side of the knee, making him scream, and buckle to his knees. I slam the rifle into the bridge of his nose.

  Cut is called, and the makeup artists work quickly to make Andre look like I just broke his nose. When action is called, he reaches for his face, groaning in pain, and I kick him between the legs. I unhook the rifle from its sling around his shoulders, and take aim for his forehead.

  “Wait. Don’t shoot. I can lead you inside. I can get you the information you need.”

  “You really think I’m dumb enough to trust a piece of shit like you? And don’t flatter yourself. You guard the hostages. That’s the lowest ranking position in a band of degenerates. You don’t have clearance to the information I need. Besides, I warned you to take your hands off of my wife. No one touches my wife and lives.”

  I start to pull the trigger back, and he pinches his eyes closed with a stuttering whimper, begging me not to shoot him.

  “Ok, I won’t shoot you.”

  He opens his eyes with a hopeful smile. I quickly reach down, grabbing my favorite fixed blade knife from his belt that he had taken from me when he captured me, and I thrust it into his throat.

  Cut is called, and the makeup team quickly moves in to make Andre look like he has a knife sticking out of his throat. The blade of the knife actually retracted back into the handle, so I was able to get a full forward thrust to make it as real as possible.

  After action is called, I twist the knife, causing blood to flood his mouth and he chokes. I kick him backwards, dislodging my knife from his throat. I wipe it off on his pants and then quickly bend down to cut my fictional wife’s hands free. Once she’s free, she grabs the sides of my face and pulls me into a kiss.