Photo by Ricardo Diaz“You’re cute,” Vicky said to her as she circled her prey. Her black pumps clicked on the cement floor, giving rhythm to the song of her tight jeans that swished with each step. Straight brunette hair cascaded down over her heavily tattooed shoulders and past the neckline of the white wife-beater t-shirt that covered her chest.

“I like to think so,” Maggie answered with a grin. Her blue eyes followed Vicky’s circle. Her baby-blue sleeveless dress fanned out beneath her on the white covered bed. She sat in the middle of the bed with her matching blue stiletto pumps straight out in front of her. Her blonde hair was done up in a beehive on top of her head.

It had seemed odd, at first, to have such a well dressed bed in the middle of a warehouse…but Vicky continued, “Thinking you need an orgasm.” She stopped and allowed her hazel eyes to drop and follow the outline of Maggie’s body from forehead to nipples to toes.

“I’ll always take one of those.”

Vicky reached down and began to slowly pull the blue skirt up. “I figured as much. Now, if we just…”

“CUT!!!” Luke looked over from his chair. “Um, girls, that was great but…”

Dropping the skirt, Vicky tilted her head to look at him. Her brunette hair fell over her tattoo of Kermit the Frog featured on the front of her right shoulder. “But?”

“Well, you’re taking too long in the dialogue. We need to get to the action faster.” Luke was short and shaved bald with a slim build.

The camera man squirmed, not seeming to agree with Luke. The boom operator rolled his eyes.

Vicky’s eyes searched his face. “Action?”

“Yes, action.”

“You mean the sex?”

“Well, yeah, of course.”

“Why have dialogue if we’re going to rush through it?” Crossing her arms in front, both sleeves of tattoos were on display. Her toe tapped on the cement like a ticking bomb awaiting his reply.

“Babe, it’s porn…not fucking Shakespeare.”

“Yeah, and Billy wrote porn better than you do. I suspect fucking Shakespeare would give me a much better orgasm than working for you.”

“Fuck you, Vicky.”

“I quit!”

“You…ah…” He stomped his foot when the words would not come out.

Vicky stepped off the set and quickly went to grab her coat.

“You can’t quit!”

She spun to find Luke coming after her. “Oh yes I fucking can. If the sex isn’t consensual, you can even throw your fucking contract out the window.”

“But…what?”

“I will butt fuck you with my strap-on just to teach you how to treat women, if need be.”

He was silent.

Maggie, who had quietly gotten dressed behind Luke, came over with a grin. “I quit, too. Now can I watch you butt fuck him?”

“But…?”

She looked at Vicky and licked her lips. “Let’s go back to my place. I hope you brought that strap-on.”

Vicky grinned. “As luck has it…”

“CUT!!!” Bruce yelled from behind the camera. He glanced at his monitor to see if anything more was needed. “Perfect…that’s a wrap on the scene, people!”

The crew…the real crew…applauded as the stage lights came up. The mass of surrounding equipment were all marked with military-style spray painted letters declaring them as part of the production of “Proud Slut”. It was a very popular cable show that was just into its second season of filming.

“Nicely done and I think we are done for today. Back here Monday, everyone. Have a good weekend!”

Vicky’s shoulders slumped. It had been a long day. Something about television productions required extremely long days. Luckily, with these cable shows, they only did about ten to thirteen episodes a season but that was still very intense for the short periods.

“Thanks, ladies,” Luke said and stepped away snapping open his mobile phone to make a call.

Maggie glanced at her.  “You okay?”

“Yeah, just exhausted.” Vicky smiled at her.

“I have Bailey’s in my dressing room if you’re interested.”

Being Maggie was a guest star for only a few episodes, Vicky did not know her all that well but was happy to socialize a little.  “That sounds perfect.”

“Bring the strap-on,” Maggie growled

Vicky laughed. “Like I have that. I’m not completely like my character, Maggie.”

“I know.” Maggie’s eyes ran from Vicky’s eyes and down…right down. “Body shots it is, then.” She walked away, leaving Vicky with that thought.

At first, Vicky was not sure how serious to take her words. She quickly went to her own trailer to freshen up and get into her own clothes…warmer clothes. She was only in Vancouver for filming and, although they told her it was Canada’s warmest city, it was still colder than this Los Angeles girl was used to. As she went to step from her trailer, she had a second thought.

Being the star of this show was not easy. Although Vicky got plenty of supporting fan mail for the role, she also got the ones claiming she was a slut, just like the character she portrayed. With nude scenes each week, some very graphic and usually with someone different each time, it was no wonder why they saw it that way.

She shrugged.  “I am a slut,” she said with a giggle and grabbed the bottle of rye in the upper cupboard.

Turned out to be a good idea, too…as Maggie had been serious and the Bailey’s body shots were gone shortly, leaving them both sticky and horny. In a sense it turned into a rehearsal of the lesbian scene the two would film on Monday that, upon filming, made it very realistic.

Vicky loved her job.

Sultry Saturday

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