And...Action!

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Eh? His pants, what for? It was his foot that was hurting and not his ass. Just in case he grabbed the rim of his jeans, covering the button and fly with his palm and shook his head trying not to move any other part of his body at the same time.

"I'm no kid. I'm 23" he mumbled under his nose, a little bit annoyed at treating him like a child. Would a child be able to repair an air conditioner? Or assemble a lighting set? Hardly... Blake was no kid... although he was a dreamer.

"Ma'am... um... I don't think that will be really necessary to do that. After all it's just the foot... And besides that Artie can't distinguish a sparkplug from a candle so I'm afraid he'll fasten the cover inside out and, well, if pops gets to know that I screwed the repair up he'll have me count wire coils for weeks... So if you don't mind I'll just... ok?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Mike

Mike watched Daniel dissapear around the corner. He knew that look and decided not to follow him. Undoubtedly he would go to his trailer and drink himeslf into oblivion or find some gullable young actress and use his charm to get her into bed with him. Mike was through placating him. Getting drunk with him and listening to his stories of conquest after conquest. It literly made him sick. Sex to him was more than just getting laid. He was no prude he enjoyed a brief encounter now and again if both parties were honest and upfront about their intentions. In this arena he had no problem feeling guilty or remorsefull. The one or two relationships he thought might go somewhere ended amicibly when they didn't survive the test of time. Why was his relationship with these two super stars so different. Was it because he wanted so much to be like what he thought they were and then finding out they were different that caused this feeling of guilt and depression.

Shrugging his shoulders, suddenly he felt hungry and headed for the commisary to have lunch. A half hour later he returned to Helenes trailer wondering if the storm had subsided and things would go back to what might be considered normal. He was surprised to see the director James DiCarlo and Karen, leaving her trailer a look of confusion on each one of their faces. A tool box and an open panel on her air conditioner led him to believe that there was some problem with her air conditioner but where was the electrician? Did he go after parts? Was it any of his concern anyway? His first impulse was to knock on Helenes door and see if he could help and then deciding not to interfer headed for the parkinglot. He had a life of his own, maybe he'd call up that young intern he'd seen on the set... what was her name, Jamie. he'd get her number from the guard on the way out.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

Karen half heard raised voices in the trailer, but decided not to listen too closely.
She thought she heard the young man cry out.
She wondered if she should go for help, but was sure she would be sent for if her assistance were needed ... and Helene had made it clear that at present it decidedly was NOT!

Karen looked up with a start as the door opened and Mr DiCarlo came down the steps.

"I-Is everything alright..?"

She asked hesitantly, her eyes darting behind him, but unable to catch a sight of Helene before the door was firmly shut behind him.

"Can I do anything ... ?"

Her eyes once more moved anxiously to the door.

"Is Helene ... very ... angry with me...?"

Karen asked shakily, although in truth she already knew the answer.

 

[soliloquy]

Had to hand it to the guy, he wasn't scared of Helene. It was either an entirely smart move or a completely stupid one. Most people handed Helene what she wanted on a silver platter, especially if their lot on the set was lower than hers. And most were.

"Okay, you're not a kid? So stop acting like one. You know you can't manage anything on that foot, so stop the bravado and let me take care of you. It's only fair considering that it was somewhat my fault that this happened in the first place." She was rummaging through a drawer in the trailer as she spoke. "But I swear to God, if you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it."

She'd found them. Scissors. She smiled at him innocently. "And if you're not willing to let me get the ice on your leg by taking your pants off of you, I'll just have to cut them."

She thought she heard him grumble something, but she knelt at his feet and ignored it. She placed the blade of the scissors underneath his pant leg and began to cut.

"Everyone's always got to do things the hard way around here."

She cut along the two seams and flipped the fabric up away from his ankle. It was swollen and red. "Well, hotshot, looks like you have some time ahead of you being laid up." Helene lifted his leg gently and placed a pillow beneath it before wrapping the ice around his foot and ankle.

"Now, was that so hard?" she asked, smiling down at him. He had the most amazing blue eyes.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

My jeans! Blake screamed in his mind. What are you doing to my favourite trousers, woman!? he wanted to cry out but the jolt of cold that seemed searing paralysed his nerves. The sensation was sauch that he forgot to blink and could only stare, his eyes wide open, at Helene, who not only destroyed his pants but now also put ice on his hurting foot and ankle in order to help him... but he wasn't so very sure if it really would.

Helene's smile killed him right on the spot. This woman actually was capable of smiling beyond the set. Astounding! Or was it a performance again? One could never tell with actresses. But it was such a warm and pretty smile that Blake couldn't help staring in awe. Sure, Helene was a very attractive woman... but that smile... "It's a very pretty smile" he said before he thought he was going to say it and his eyes opened even wider at realisation of what has just happened.

His pain and embarassment forgotten again he stammered:

"Uh... uh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I mean, I did... but..." Oh damn... now he was in for it.

 

[soliloquy]

The young man had surprised her with his impromptu compliment, and had it been ten years ago she would have blushed and probably fallen into bed with him for such a heartfelt sentiment. You didn't get those very often, and even if you did, you were liable to not believe it. Everyone has motives, and everyone wants something from you.

But this handsome young man let the compliment fly by his lips and actually apologized for his "indiscretion" as he perceived it. "Thank you," she said, simply, and with as much honesty as she believed his compliment held.

She truly felt sorry for the young man. He was obviously in pain. Helene might be ambitious, but heartless she was not. She noticed a hair on his cheek and she leaned forward to brush it off.

Something about her initiating such contact snapped her back into diva mode. "Well, I suppose since you're taking up residence in my trailer I should know your name. What is it?"

"Blake," he managed to croak out.

"Well, Blake, I have some painkillers if you'd like to take them, or you can wait until help arrives. What suits your fancy?"

What indeed?

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

"Yes, please. A pill or two would be swell" he said, eyeing Helene suspiciously. Why the sudden aloofness? And she also started using weird words he didn't recognise or understand for that matter... This woman was a chameleon, bah, any woman was. Blake just couldn't understand them at all. First she was pissed at him, then she laughed at him, then she was being really nice and now she was weird.

He propped himslef up on his elbows and took a glance at his foot, now wrapped in ice. Then he switched his point of attnetion to Helene who browsed her belongings in search of painkillers.

"And I uh, I don't mean to impose. It's not like I'm going to sleep here, ma'am. As soon as the pain becomes bearable I'll have to go and see if pops doesn't need me for something. I told him I'd stay to learn something new today."

He watched her profile and couldn't help but notice the grace in her every movement. But whether it was acting or natural he couldn't tell. His head was spinning from pain and thoughts buzzing under his skull. Blake wasn't very sure of his feelings right now, but he knew that he'd never forget this day till the end of his life... So much has happened in the last half hour.

 

[Paendragon]

James DiCarlo

James shrugged. "I don't know. I'd have just as much luck fixing the air conditioner as knowing what to do wit a bad ankle."

He looked down at her, and walked down the stairs.

"And Helen... Helene is angry with the world."

He opened his cell and dialed Security. "Yeah, DiCarlo here. There's been an accident at Helene's trailer ....... No, not her... repairman ....... Ankle ........ How the hell should I know? Send someone over ........ Right."

James finished, and flipped the phone off.

He looked down at his bare feet, and sighed. He must have dropped his shoes in Helene's trailer. He turned to look back over his shoulder at the trailer, but decided it was best to forget about them. Images of practicing sex scenes with her flashed in his mind, and he scowled. How could someone he disliiked so damed much make him so fucking horny. He turned back toward Karen, who still seemed kind've lost about just what she should be doing. It was then that he remembered he had been aroused before Helene's proposal.

"Listen," he made his voice as gentle as he could. "Helene is in there with a young, handsome, man... who for some reason has made her discover her nurturing side." He smiled, a small half smile, that brought a slight clease to one cheek. "You really want to be in the middle of that?"

He continued before she could reply. "Hell, I don't, and my shoes are in there." He wiggled his toes for emphasis, and laughed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Karen Davies

"... Helene is angry with the world."

Mr DiCarlo told her, before opeing his cellphone and dialling for help.

Karen sighed and watched as Mr DiCarlo glanced back towards Helen's trailer. He did not seem as angry with his star now.
Karen wondered, perhaps was he angry with her?

"Listen, Helene is in there with a young, handsome, man... who for some reason has made her discover her nurturing side."

Karen smiled shyly up at him.

"You really want to be in the middle of that?
Hell, I don't, and my shoes are in there."

Karen burst into giggles as she saw his toes wriggling.
She covered her mouth to unsuccessfully smother her laughter...

"Ohhh I ... I'm sorry but ... "

She tried to keep her face straight.

"I guess you've had better days huh?"

She leant against the trailer and watched as he stepped carefully around the tools and discarded cover.
She eyed him with new interest.
Although his face was usually kindly, she had never felt comfortable with Mr DiCarlo.
Now as she saw him grimace and grin at her, she wondered from where she’d gotten that impression.
Still … it wouldn’t do to try his patience further she decided!

”I guess I’d best get Helene’s costumes sorted for tomorrow … “

She offered smoothly as she straightened herself up with a look towards the closed trailer door.

”Even if she fires me, we can’t have the star rummaging around for her outfits, can we … ?”

She quipped before smiling into his eyes.

”Thank you for your help, Mr DiCarlo … “

She thanked him sincerely, her eyes searching his deeply, wondering about him briefly before she lowered them and began to turn away …

 

[patford31769]

Jamie

When the temp agency sent me over to the studio to intern, I was reluctant, to say the least. Although relatively new to movies, I had already heard all of the industry whispers about how Helene was a first-class bitch. But what could I do? I needed the money!

When I got to the set, it was even worse than I had imagined. Helene was even bitchier than I had heard, and was always bitng my head off over the most trivial things, having absolutely no patience for my being an intern still learning her way around the movie industry. And she seemed to be having a real row with her leading man, too.

There were little cliques within cliques within cliques on the set, too. Petty jealousies and full-blown fights. Everyone was something of a drama queen, storming off sets, having affairs to punish some lover's affair that got even with their own previous affair. It was all enough to give you a migraine!

The only one who had been even the least bit kind to me was the director, James DeCarlo. I had called him Mister DeCarlo, and he had told me to call him James. Yes, he was so friendly. But then I noticed the way he was always looking at my ass, and I realized that his friendliness might have ulterior motives. Still, in some ways, it was flattering, that a successful director like James would even NOTICE my ass, surrounded as he is by Hollywood's hottest actresses.

One day, after Helene had screamed at me relentlessly for over an hour, it was all too much for me, and at lunch break, I just broke down in tears in the studio commissary. A hand reached out, and dabbed my crying eyes with a soft handkerchief. I looked up. It was Mike, another intern. We had said a few words to each other in passing, and I guess I kind of liked his personality. And he was definitely easy on the eyes. But I hadn't really given him much thought one way or another. But now I looked up at him, and sniffled "Thank you for the handkerchief. You are SO kind!"

He just smiled. I gazed into his sparkling eyes, and I never realized before, just how mesmerizing his eyes are. "Helene getting to you?"

"She's a BITCH!" I shouted, a little too loudly.

He put his finger up to my lips. "Shh, not so loud!" he cautioned. "You don't want to get fired in your first week!" I sniffled again, then I playfully licked at his finger against my lips, hinting at what might eventually transpire between us, if we became the good friends that I hoped we would soon be. I mean, I'm not easy or slutty, and I'm not usually this forward, but I could definitely see Mike and me becoming close friends, and in time, maybe even MORE than friends. He had just seen my sad side, so now I hoped that my tongue flickering suggestively against his finger showed him that I have a playful side to me, and a sexual side, too.

"I have a difficult time with Helene, too," he smiled. "But if we stick together, maybe we can both stand up to her."

I kissed his fingertip, sniffled, and smiled. "You and me together against Helene. I'd like that."

Mike took my hand, and gallantly helped me up from my chair. As I stood up, he bent down and kissed my hand. Lunch over, we headed hand-in-hand back to the movie set, confident that together we could take whatever Helene could dish out at us now.

 

[soliloquy]

"Here," Helene said, handing him a vicodin. "This should ease the pain a bit." She moved to the back of the trailer and plucked some clothes from the small closet. A pair of shorts and a tank top would be much more appropriate for this situation than her robe. She donned the outfit quickly, not wanting to leave Blake on his own for too long. Quickly, she threw her hair up in a haphazard ponytail. The pancake makeup surely looked ridiculous with this outfit, but it took eons to take off, and she couldn't have Blake passing out in her absence.

She returned and sat next to him, absentmindedly brushing a hair off his face. "You should be feeling a little better here soon, kid...I'm sorry, Blake. Just stay awake and talk to me until this gets checked out, okay?"

There was silence.

Okay, the conversation route wasn't going to work. She had an idea. Leaning over him to the side table, careful of his leg, she grabbed her script. "Or maybe you could help me run lines for tomorrow's scenes?" Hopefully it would be scenes and not just one. Thank goodness only one of the scheduled shoots tomorrow was with Daniel.

Damn him. Damn James. Damn all of them. They wanted to see her fail. She would do just about anything to make sure she didn't. She just had to have a plan.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Blake swallowed the pills, thanked Helene and laid back, hoping the pain will ease away soon and he would be able to finally leave this trailer. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic because he knew he had work to do yet and staying here with his foot feeling kinda alien didn't make it any easier. Believing the medicine will work instantly he concentrated on the badoom-badoom-badoom in his foot and ankle, the thumping only slightly dulled by the ice. He hoped he would not catch a cold from this.

As Helene sat next to him he opened his eyes but kept him mouth tightly shut from the pain. Why wouldn't it go away already? he wondered. He took the medicine she gave him but it wasn't working, or if it was it was working too slow for his liking. Again she touched his face, gently, almost tenderly. He liked Helene's touch. Luckily she was back to her seemingly relaxed self having lost her aloofness along with the gray robe she had been wearing before. Now, in casual clothes, she looked younger, girlish even. When she leaned over him to take something from the table he glimpsed her black bra and was instantly reminded of her panties he had seen so clearly. He changed his position a bit in case he was about to suffer an embarassing erection again. His mind just wouldn't go off her body, and his eyes were now shamelessly roaming her neckline.

"Or maybe you could help me run lines for tomorrow's scenes?" Helene asked.

"I'm no actor, ma'am. I'm the tech support here. I wouldn't know what to do actually. I've never tried acting though... Guess I'm too shy for this stuff. But as long as I'm prostrated here I could make myself useful and repay your kindness. What do I do?"

 

[soliloquy]

Helene smiled. She hadn't run lines with another person for years. Being a celebrity had its price, and hers seemed to be a lack of genuine friends. She didn't mind, really; she had always liked being on her own. But somehow the thought of doing this brought a smile to her face.

She set the script open on his lap. "Okay, it's really easy once you get used to how a script works. All dialogue is preceded by the character's name. Like here, it says, Dominique, a colon, and then her lines. Anything in brackets or italics is action, or set instructions. So we just let the camera men and the director worry about those. My lines are all highlighted with notes to the side. You just read the line above mine, and I'll see if I remember the lines. I need them word for word, so tell me when I'm wrong. Oh, and if I don't like something in a line or an action, I mark a note in the margins, so I'll let you do that. I'll grab you a pen."

She leaned over him again, grabbing a pen out of the drawer, and then setting it in his lap with the script. She thought she noticed him flinch. Perhaps she had hurt him somehow?

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Oh, this was no good. Blake, get yourself together boy, concentrate. You can do it. They say if your will is strong enough you can control your hard-on.

Blake listened to Helene's explanation but couldn't concentrate on what she was saying to him. First she put the book in his lap and brushed his hips, then when she was talking the her ponytail was moving about so enchantingly he stopped staring at Helene's body and actually followed the movements of her head. Being able to see her neck and ear uncovered and that sexy ponytail moving about caused him to harden even more... He hoped she didn't notice the script book move.

Helene moved over him, unconsciously treating him to another glance of her body beneath her tank top. God, this was too much! Not now, you damn fool! Blake wanted to scream at his member. He felt so terribly embarassed about this. Taking the moment when she wasn't looking at him he tried to adjust his position again.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Damn damn damn! She noticed, she must have!

"N-n-n-no" Blake stammered like a simpleton. "It's okay. I think that medicine is starting to work. Thank you." He was looking at the wall now trying to calm himself by not gazing at Helene's gorgeous body. Damn! When he wasn't looking at her he was thinking about her! She was so hot! Fool, stop it! You're only making it worse!

He sat up, bending his hurt leg so that it was still propped up and positioned himself so that his growing erection were least noticable. Nevertheless he felt she already knew about his problem and was only toying with him now, enjoying his embarassment. Blake looked into the script and read the first line.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene brought her feet up on the bed as she reclined back onto some pillows. It was a small cot-like bed, but it was enough room for the two of them to sit. Helene concentrated for a moment, and a softness came to her face that was part of her character, not a part of her, necessarily.

She was focused, and the line slipped from her mouth before she even had to think about it. "The winds frighten poor Deliah, but they do not frighten me. They rather excite me."

There was a silence, and Helene looked at the script briefly and pointed to where Blake should read.

"Um...That is because...Deliah is a...fragile flower...and you are..." He stopped.

She could almost read his mind. She was certain that he was thinking, who writes this shit? Who indeed?

"Okay, write in the margin outside Daniel's line: too concocted, tone down." He didn't move. Helene sighed and took the script and pen from him, and jotted down the note quickly. Before she set the script down again, she noticed something odd. Was that a bulge in his jeans?

She smiled to herself. If nothing else, this proved that Helene Binet still had it. But moreso than that, she felt flattered.

"And you are too forward in your compliments, Max..." Helene went on as if she had noticed nothing. But she had.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

The situation was becoming more and more embarrassing by the minute. Not only did Helene's body tantalise him making him suffer the agony of erection but now she had him also read some stupid lines which made no sense at all.

Concentrate, fool! Pay attention! And yet he couldn't think of anything else than Helene's body as his eyes wandered over her thighs and his thoughts were on the hard-on inside his pants. She said something to him but caught up in concentrating on winning the contest of wills with his member he failed to register what she had actually said.

Helene turned to him and deftly snatched the script and pen that provided such a good cover to his growing problem, and scribbled something on the margin. The realisation came when she was writing. Eeek! Oh God, Blake panicked, now everything was obvious and in plain view to anyone who cared to take a look. Now she must have noticed it for sure... I'll die of embarrassment if she starts laughing at me now, so I will, Blake thought. But Helene merely replaced the script in his lap, the sudden touch to his groin making him jump. There was no relief for him now, only a release would make him calm down and in his situation there was little hope for that. The foot would kill him before he'd get to the nearest toilet and Helene wouldn't let him go now. Besides, his problem would be obvious to anyone on the way. Unconsciously Blake whimpered over his predicament.

He tried to focus on the script, stop thinking about both Helene next to him and the bulge in his pants.

 

[soliloquy]

Helene noticed Blake's inability to focus, and had she not noticed his growing problem, she would have attributed it to his pain. She nearly laughed at the thought that both causes of concentration interruptus were caused by her. She surpressed it, though, and pointed again to the script. As she did, she noticed his eyes again. They were handsome eyes, yet there was more.

She assessed Blake more closely now. He was handsome, she thought. Not drop-dead-gorgeous, but handsome and strong. A fleeting thought of her riding him flashed in her mind, but she discarded it with not so much as a blush. It did, however, fluster her a bit. Helene rarely thought of fucking a man unless she had ulterior motives. Blake couldn't give her anything. He couldn't give her a leg up in her career, couldn't bolster public opinion of her, couldn't land her a job. But she was thinking about it.

She and Daniel coming together had made sense. They were co-stars. A good on-set romance was great publicity and helped the box office. Everything about their liasons had a purpose. Not to say that she hadn't wanted Daniel; he was one hell of a good lay. But she didn't like him, and never had. Nor had he ever liked her.

Sadly, Helene realized that it had been years since she had been intimate with anyone that she truly liked.

"Having trouble concentrating?" Helene asked. "We can stop, if the pain is too much." She snatched the script from his lap and laid it on the table, once again leaning over him, but this time making sure that her breasts brushed across his arm as she did.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.

She sat closer to him, now, not exactly sure why. She wasn't even sure if she wanted this young man. And he was in pain. None of this made sense. Maybe she needed another vicodin to clear her head, help her think straight.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

Blake was starting to panic, this was too much. Damn, you should have gone home when pops offered to let you go -- said the angel Blake. Ah, but then wouldn't have seen what you saw, yes? It doesn't happen every day, you know... -- countered the devil Blake. This was one major fix he's got himself into and, lacking in the human relations department, Blake had no idea how to live through this and come out with his honour intact.

When Helene snatched the script from him again he involuntarily changed his position from half prone to sitting up, slightly leaning forward to hide his hips and ground his elbow into his groin to shift his towering penis. Helene supported herself on his shoulder and moved to put the script away on the table and accidentaly, or so he thought, let her breasts brush his arm and he almost creamed his pants as his imagination furiously worked, processing the images of the two of them making passionate love in this trailer... or anywhere else for that matter.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Helene said probably taking his expression for that of pain. He was so miserable.

As Helene sat next to him, their knees almost touching he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume adding to his confusion. Things were happening way too quickly for him to cope with them in real time. He needed a break to get his feelings straight but as long as he was in the trailer, next to this gorgeous woman tantalising him with her body and flashes of her sexy lingerie he couldn't do anything but hope and pray for his erection to subside.

Blake turned his face to Helene, smiling shyly as he did so, brushing away the bright hair from his eyes. He looked at her uncertain of why sat so close to him. She was looking into his eyes, her expression unreadable and he averted his gaze shyly, looking at his foot wrapped in melting ice. The pain was only a distant tattoo of a battle drum but the drum of his pumping heart replaced it.

 

[prometheus 2]

Mike

Half way to his car I saw Jamie go into the commisary. "What luck." I thought, now I needn't bother the guard about her telephone number. I'd get it myself.. I turned around suddenly feeling better, and confident again pushed aside the mornings events and my disillusionment about Helene and Daniel.

"Hell, they put their pants on the same way I did every morning. Just what was it that made them so special anyway, a few breaks and jumping in bed with the right people and they were at the top. I could do that, I could be where they were someday, and maybe have some fun getting there."

Deep down I knew better, it wasn't my way to live and I had no desire to claw my way to the top of the dogpile. I knew if I was to make it I needed to practice, practice, practice. there were no shortcuts for me. If I took any I knew it wouldn't be what I really wanted.

And I knew I needed to hang around with people who had the same values, were in the same boat. Like Jamie, even though I knew little about her I had a feeling she had those same ideals or at least she was on the same page, struggling to make sense of her values and self worth. I'd seen Helene browbeat her until she was practically in tears just this morning the set and wanted to step in and stand up for her but had held back knowing it might mean losing my job if I interfered. Well it was about time we stuck together or at least had a chance to talk about it with each other. Maybe it would go eaiser for both of us.

As I came up behing Jamie I had a cheerfull grin on my face looking forward to getting to know her better and forming some sort of alliance. My grin turned to a look of concern however as I noticed she was crying. I handed her my handkerchief and she looked up at me I smiled again. She reminded me of a lost kitten her big eyes filed with tears seeking comfort and consolation.

We just seemed to click as I sat down and we talked. Something about the way she spoke and her gestures projected a sense of innocence yet intimacy, like we had been friends forever. In some past life perhaps. I wasn't much for this reincarnation idea but who knew, at any rate we certainly hit it off and it felt good to hold her hand as we walked toward the set.

The set seemed to be vacant. Had everyone called it a day it was hot and without the leading lady they had evidently called it a wrap. We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. We'd still get paid for the day, it was in our contract. I looked at her, grinning again.

"As long as were getting paid for it let's hit the beach Jamie."

"Great idea.!" she smiled back no longer the sad girl I had walked up behind in the commisary but a playfull one wanting to have some fun for a change. We were soon in my car heading out of the parking lot waving cheerfully at the guard.
When She told me her address I couldn't believe my ears, she lived in the same apartment comlpex I did, we were practically neighbors and we didn't even know it.

I changed quickly into my swim suit and packed a bag with a towel and some beach supplies and heading for my car waited for her to appear. I was sort of daydreaming thinking about how much we had in common and wondering where this new relationship was going when I looked up and she was standing there, a suacy smile on her face. I couldn't belive my eyes as I gazed unabashedly at the rest of her.

 

[patford31769]

Jamie

Mike and I had the rest of the day off, because our diva star Helene couldn't be found anywhere after lunch. Probably off sleeping her way into her next big role, I thought, or seducing some poor unfortunate sap just to relieve her boredom, and then she would kick him to the curb when she grew bored of her latest boy-toy. I had watched Helene in action, and I knew how she treats men, and how easy she is with her so-called virtue, so I figured her absence from the set must have some sleazy, sorry reason like that.

My family often asked me why a very moral midwestern girl like me had ever joined the immoral cesspool called Hollywood, and I sometimes wondered that myself. I had sought an alliance with a man of similar moral values, but that was hard to find in Hollywood. I had had a few Southern California boyfriends, and I had even slept with a couple of them that I really, really liked, but only when I was sure that the sex would be as enjoyable for me as it was for him. And that there was at least SOME emotional and spiritual connection between us. I like sex, the emnotion, the mental and spiritual sensations as well as the physical sensations, but it had never really been firweworks for me yet, and maybe that's what it had ever yet worked out between me and any of my boyfriends...so far.

And I had yet to find a true kindred soul out here in Hollywood. Until now. Now it seeemed I might have found the only truly moral guy in all of Hollywood, and his name was Mike. I have an instinct about people, and my instinct told me that Mike was an OK guy. But it was too soon in our budding friendship to know his character for certain, so I was determined to take things slow and careful. There would be plenty of time to find out whether he was the one to turn sex from just fun into real fireworks for me. But again, my instincts told me that Mike would turn out to be the one man who could really do that for me.

I had mixed feelings about how I feel about Mike. I like him, and he IS cute. VERY cute! But I don't want to move too fast or get hurt. Still, when Mike suggested that we spend the rest of the day at the beach together, that sounded like just the sort of escape I needed now, from Helene and all those other nasty Hollywood types we both work with. I felt I would really enjoy his company for the rest of the afternoon. Besides, the beaches of L.A. are always crowded, and if Mike turned out not to be the good man I thought he was, there was no way he could try anything with me at the beach, with so many others watching. So I felt safe, and I eagerly agreed.

He offered to take me home so I could get my bathing suit. I directed him to my apartment, and he laughed when we arrived. It turned out that he and I live in the same apartment building! As that knowledge sank in, how much we would be seeing of each other on stage and off, the possibilities of developing a great relationship with Mike seemed very real now. Could he eventually become THE one? Only time will tell. Don't get ahead of yourself, Jamie, I told myslef. Right now, all I wanted was just one afternoon at the beach with him, and we'll see where it all leads from there.

We both headed for our respective apartments, to change for a day at the beach. I thought about wearing my plain blue one-piece swimsuit, nice and conservative, so Mike doesn't get wrong ideas about me. But it was a very hot day, and that one-piece gets very hot and uncomfortable. Especially lying under the southern California sun on the beach, soaking up the rays and enjoying the view, relaxing to the gentle, quiet, soothing lapping of the waves against the sand. No, the blue one-piece just would not do for today!

Then I remembered that new irridescent lime-green bikini I had bought last week. I had sometimes regretted buying it: what the hell was I doing with such a revealing bikini? That just wasn't ME! I had thought about taking it back to the store for a refund. But I had liked the way it looked on me in the store, so I wasn't ready to get rid of it just yet. Still, I hadn't worn it yet, although I wasn't sure what I had been saving it for. Now I think I knew: I had been saving it to wear with a man I wanted to truly dazzle. A man like Mike.

I fixed the two tiny triangles of my top over my big, round, full breasts, and tied the little string behind me. I adjusted it to be sure to cover my nipples, since there wasn't enough fabric in that top to cover much else. I then slipped into the equally-tiny bikini bottom, which consisted of one microscopic lime-green front triangle, and a lime-green string up my butt.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. The very bright lime-green bikini looked even better on me now, than when I had tried it on in the store. I liked it, I really liked it! I smiled. If Mike doesn't notice me in THIS, he's dead above the neck...and below the waist!

But did I want Mike to notice me in this way? Sure, why not? I'm not dead below the waist either...I'm a vital, healthy young women, complete with sexual needs and urges, too. Only unlike Helene, I want sex with a man I truly care about...and I could see I was already starting to care about Mike a little. Starting to care enough to WANT to dazzle him with my bikini. I don't use sex to advance my career, like Helene does, but on the other hand if I really like a guy, I don't play games and withhold sex, either. When I do have sex, it's because we BOTH want it, and because we both enjoy it when it does happen. I'm not a virgin, but I am very selective about who I sleep with, at what point in a relationship, and for what reason.

I didn't want sex with Mike just yet. We need to know each other MUCH better before I'm ready for that. But as we get to know each other, I do want Mike to think of me as sexually desirable. I took one more look at myself in the mirror, in my new bikini. Oh yeah, this will do the trick, Mike has GOT to find me desirable in THIS outfit!

I grabbed my huge multi-colored beach towel, and my bottle of sunblock, and headed back downstairs to Mike's car.

Mike was just approaching his car, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, and his beach sandals. He had a beach towel draped over his shoulders. And WHAT shoulders! Very strong, square shoulders, no shoulder-slouch. And VERY nice biceps! As I stepped up beside him, I couldn't resist squeezing those biceps. He flexed his biceps for me, and I squealed in delight at how his bulging muscle felt in my hand. I squealed again, daydreaming about what it might feel like to squeeze a certain OTHER bulging muscle of his.

Oh God, with all my girlish squealing, now he's going to think I'm a typical Hollywood airhead bimbo! Quick Jamie, say something intelligent! "So," I smiled, "do you think Arnold Schwarzenegger has the skill and the contacts to attract businesses back to California? And can he untangle us from those high-cost energy contracts that Gray Davis signed when he panicked over electricity shortages? I like what Arnold said on TV last night, about how he already has so much money, that no special interest group can buy him. Sounds like he has a lot more integrity than Gray Davis ever had."

I was surprised I was even able to get these words out, to try to impress Mike with my intelligence as much as with my shapely body in my tiny bikini. How was I able to form so many coherent sentences in a row now, when the whole time I was talking, I couldn't take my eyes off of Mike. My gaze started at his beach sandals, and I just kept thinking, "You know what they say about men with big feet!" His toes were long, slender, elegant even, and, well...CUTE! Yeah, I said it, Mike has CUTE toes. I like them! I think I could really get into kissing them, maybe even sucking on them.

My gaze moved up his body now. His long, slender legs, lined all the way up with short, dark hair, and topped with such strong, muscular thighs. Strong thighs that would probably feel WONDERFUL wrapped tightly around my waist. I tried very hard not to let my eyes linger too long on his loose-fitting swim trunks, and I tried not to wonder too much about what he looked like UNDER those trunks.

I quickly moved my gaze up to his chest. And SUCH a chest. Flat washboard stomach. Rippling pecks. Just a small amount of short, dark hair at the very center of his chest. What's the RIGHT amount of chest hair? Enough to make him definitely look very masculine. But not so much that I need not fear gettiing hairs in my mouth, if and when our relationship advances enough that I should find myself kissing and nibbling on his fine, toned chest. Yes, Mike has JUST the right amount of chest hair!

God, Jamie, you have GOT to stop thinking like this, or you'll stain your green bikini bottom!

I emerged from la-la land long enough now to notice Mike sizing ME up from head to toe. "They expect something like 300 candidates in the recall election," Mike replied to my attempt to sound intelligent. "So Arnold probably won't even win! But I...but I think..."

Mike seemed to be stumbling over his words now. I gazed into his eyes, and then followed where his eyes were focusing. He was looking right at my bikini top. "How rude," I thought, "staring at my breasts." Then I looked down, and I realized that my admiring Mike's legs and chest had made my nipples very big and very hard, and they were blaring through the two skimpy lime-green triangles of my bikini top. No WONDER he couldn't take his eyes off my full, round breasts and deep cleavage now!

I looked down at his swim trunks, trying to see if I could detect a bulge, but his trunks were just too loose on him to tell for sure.

"But I think...ummm..." Mike struggled. "Oh, hell, I forgot what I was going to say. What were we talking about again?"

And I had been worried that I would be the one who came off sounding like a bimbo!

"We'd better head for the beach now," I smiled. "Before we both do something that we're not far enough along in our relationship to do yet."

He showed himself to be a true gentleman, walking to the right side of the car, and holding my door open for me as I got in, before walking over to the driver's side and getting in. He turned the key in the ignition, eased his cute toes down onto the gas peddle, and now we were off on our beach adventure!

 

[soliloquy]

Helene raised off the bed silently and took the ice pack off of his foot, examining it. He grumbled a faint protest. "Don't worry, I'm just going to get you some new ice," she said with a wink. She thought perhaps he blushed.

She wrapped up some ice again and gently rewrapped his ankle and foot, allowing herself to look over his body as she did. He was strong, and his chest looked like it might be a hard wall beneath his shirt. Not realizing she was doing it, Helenes hand rubbed softly up and down his calf for a while. His eyes closed.

"Oh, no you don't," she said in mock command, "stay awake until the doctor tells us what's going on." She smiled brightly at him. He flashed her a brief, shy smile of his own.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which made both of them jump a bit. Helene went over to open it to two medics who bustled in without so much as a flash of recognition when they saw her.

Helene sighed and let them attend to Blake while she went to wash her makeup off. As she scrubbed away at the thick makeup, she thought about Blake. He certainly seemed nice. And he was close to Pops. Helene found that Pops was the only person on the set she could be herself with. He was like the father she wished her father had been. She would take Pops some black licorice and they would talk for a while. Maybe she could talk to him about Blake.

She paused for a second, looking herself in the eye. What in the world was she thinking? She had met this man, very much younger than herself, just an hour ago, and they hadn't even shared personal information with one another. This was crazy. Her mind felt clouded. She ran across the trailer and grabbed the bottle of vicodin while all eyes were on Blake. Calmly, she walked back to the sink and popped one pill into her mouth.

She held it there for a while, debating. An image of Blake lying prone beneath her as she straddled his hips flashed through her mind. Helene quickly swallowed the pill and waited for her senses to dull a little. She couldn't grab the alcohol without them noticing, she was sure. This would have to do.

This was all Daniel's fault, she thought. Had he not angered her so, none of this would have ever happened. None of it. She wouldn't have run Karen straight into James' arms, she wouldn't be sitting here thinking of fucking Blake, and she wouldn't have taken the pills again.

She thought about throwing them out as she had done many times before, but she thought Blake might need them. For his foot. So, she kept them. She dried her face and looked at her barely aged skin. She had kept herself well, and without aid of plastic surgery. It wasn't that she was beyond doing it; hell, Helene would do anything that would help her career. It was just that up to this point she hadn't needed it.

She took a deep breath and imagined she felt the vicodin taking effect. She calmed herself and walked back into the front of the trailer with a smile. "So, what's the verdict?" she asked a little too cheerfully.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

As Helene changed the ice wrapping around his foot, Blake uttered a grunt of surprise, realising she could see his crotch perfectly from her perspective and for umpteenth time this hour he wished he were somewhere else. He freaked out even more feeling Helene’s hand, rubbing his calf ever so gently, almost tenderly. God, please, in Your eternal mercy send some distraction to save me from making an even greater fool of myself – Blake prayed, knowing there was no-one to hear his prayer. The sudden knock to the trailer’s door startled him and he opened his eyes, seeing Helene let in two medics someone must have called to attend him and make sure no amputation was necessary.

Helene disappeared somewhere deep in the trailer and the two men started asking him silly questions he only half-registered and his gaze longingly followed to the door Helene disappeared behind. Crazy fool! You wanted to get rid of excitement, now you have it. Don’t give in to temptation – cried angel Blake. Don’t listen to that bigot. She’s a real babe, a biker babe, dude! You saw her on a Harry right? Wouldn’t you just love to make that image come true? – tempted devil Blake.

“Ouch, what the fuck are you doing to me, man!? I dropped a goddamn grating on this foot and it hurts like hell! What’re you doing wagging it like this?!” he shouted at the medic who unwrapped his foot, started touching it and pressing his fingers hard to his flesh.

“I don’t think it’s crushed or broken but just in case go to a clinic and have it X-rayed… Just to be on the safe side. Hey, biker dude, I’m talking to you here! Here, dissolve this pill in a glass of warm water and wet a bandage with the solution and wrap your leg for the night, so it don’t get swollen. Come on, Jack, this fool’s probably high on something.”

With the medics out of the trailer, Blake sighed. Thank you, men in white, for you have saved me. God does exist. He chuckled and opened his eyes as Helene asked "So, what's the verdict?".

“I guess it’s fine, ma’am. The man said I need to have it exorcised in the clinic just to be safe.” Blake responded somewhat cheerfully, able to see Helene again. He just couldn't take his eyes off her... She looked somehow different, something's changed but he couldn't put his finger to it. Nevermind, his pain was mostly gone so he could slowly shamble out of here.

"Guess I'll go now. Thank you," he smiled uncertainly and didn't move.

 

[soliloquy]

OOC: This will be my last post until Monday night as I will be out of town.



Helene sighed. "You are a stubborn fellow. I tell you what. If I get Pops to come and see your situation, and if he agrees with me, will you stay still long enough for that foot to heal?"

He gulped. Then, he nodded. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Somehow I knew you'd see it my way."

Helene wandered the lot, not finding Pops in his usual places. She was disappointed. She had wanted to talk to him a little anyway, but without finding him, she didn't know if she could keep the young man in her trailer. And somewhere in the last hour she had come to wanting him to stay.

Helene thought for a while. She could make him stay. If the bulge in his pants was any sign, she had a good chance of making him stay. She hurried back to the trailer and locked the door once she was in.

"Well, it looks like Pops has retired for the day."

Blake started to get up, but Helene crossed the room and stopped him, pushing him back on the bed. "I thought you might stay anyway," she said, running her hand down his chest and leaining in towards him.

She pressed her lips to his and ran her hand up under his shirt, feeling the wall of chest she had figured was lying beneath. She felt hip pull away, and in a desperate act, Helene took his arm in her hand and led his hand to her breast.

 

[Poganin]

Blake Williams

The soft kiss to the corner of his mouth left Blake speechless and he sat straight-backed with his eyes gazing vacantly into space. Now that was something new for him, either she was teasing him or she really had something in mind with regard to his person. Blake actually didn't mind but shy as he was he was a bit scared. He was flattered that a woman as attractive as Helene might want him. His state of arousal quite effectively dispelled by the medics now returned twice as strong. Still feeling Helene's soft lips kissing him Blake stroked the bulge that was growing in his pants again.

Caught red-handed as the door opened and Helene stormed energetically in Blake started to get up supporting himself on the table but she pushed him back and unbalanced he fell back on the bed.

Saying "I thought you might stay anyway," Helene ran her hand over his chest and with a feral look in her eyes leaned in and started kissing him at the same time putting her hand under his shirt and running her nails over his skin. Unsuspecting of this, Blake struggled for breath and Helene must have misunderstood his intent for escape as she pressed harder onto him, kissing him more passionately and leading his hand to her breast. Blake quickly assessed the situation and embraced her delicately with his other arm pulling her frame closer, his lips taking some initiative too as he responded to her kisses himself trying to grab her upper lip between his. He started fondling the soft flesh filling his palm and decided that her breasts were bigger than they seemed to be.

Enveloped in the sweet scent of her perfume Blake decided he might as well stay a bit longer. After all, Pops had called it a day and left.

 

[prometheus 2]

Mike

In the car I breathed a sigh of relief having the time now to get my shit together and recover from the awesome sight I'd just witnessed and its effect it had on my body as well as my mind.

I was seeing Jamie in a whole new light and a whole lot more of her that was making an impression on me also. She had always dressed conservativly around the set, or at least I had thought so, maybe I hadn't noticed before but it had become very obvious the instant I looked up at her and saw her in that lime green bikini that barely covered her very sexy body. I tried to look in her eyes and for a while enjoyed their brightness and animation as she looked for my reaction to her atire. It was obvious that she was looking forward to a fun afternoon away from work and all the frustrations involved and it was made me feel happy that part of this enjoyment was because I would be sharing it with her.

Her dark hair flowed around her shoulders and gathered in the sunlight. Her full moist red lips were speaking to me most of which I wasn't hearing much less caring, thinking instead of how I'd love to be kissing them.

Having caught a glimpse of the rest of her I couldn't help but let my gaze wander lower to... those full and lucious breasts. God they were perfect, barely covered by tiny triangles of lime green cloth. Her nipples poking saucily from behind the cloth, I had to hold my hands to keep them from reaching out, and my mouth suddenly became very dry.

"Get a grip, Mike." I had told myself. You've seen beautifull women before. What's so different about Jamie, that makes you so tongue tied. Maybe it was because I had thought of her as a friend , as a co-worker who I felt quite comfortable spending time with. Now, seeing her as a sexy woman who was turning me on to the point where my swimming suit was begining to tent out even though it was rather loose to begin with..... If she hadn't been so anxious to get to the beach I would have whisked up to my room and ... well you don't just do that with a friend ...or do you?

It was a perfect afternoon and the beach was filled with colorfully dressed young men and women enjoying the sea and the sand A light breeze greeted us and the bluegreean ocean water lapped at the beach. Jamie jumped out of the car and headed for the water. I was in hot pursuit enjoying the sight of her rounded bottom as I ran behind her. She was so tan and her skin so smooth. When she stopped at the edge I almost collided with her I was so intent on watching her body move.

"Oops sorry." I said as I caught my balance, my hand brushing one of her round ass cheeks.

"No problem." she said brightly as she took my hand and we stepped into the water. Suddenly I couldn't help myself and pulled her to face me.
She looked at me quizicaly for a moment before I kssed her full on the mouth not long but very exuberently. She kissed me back and giggled.

"Now whatwas that all about Mike?"

I looked in her dark eyes and answered. "For coming with me today, for helping me forget about the movie we're doing nd all the bullshit we are going through."

She put her finger to my lips and said softly. "Then lets just forget it, ok? Mike, lets just enjoy the afternoon and each other."

I took her hand and smiled as we walked out into the water, letting the waves caress our bodies as we ventured deeper into its beconing embrace. "Mmmmmm." I murmured as the water surrounded me "I love tha way the water feels." Jamnie turned to me and I could tell she was feeling the senuous feeling of being weightless letting the ocean have its way with her body.

"Duck!" I shouted as a larger wave was heading our way and and just before it crested on top of us I pulled her tight to me and held my breath as it swallowed us up for a moment.

We shivered as it passed beyound us and continued on toward shore, unmindfull of the fact that we were still clinging tight together. I realized that I was holding her as a friend sharing with her the energy of the ocean. I knew that I had found an ally I could trust and depend on.

There was no doubt that I knew her now also as a desirable woman and this feeling of arousal as I felt her breath against my shoulder, her nipples pressing against my chest and her thighs and legs intimatly touching mine now became a pleasurable experience. I knew that if the occasion presented itself we could become lovers or if not that at least enjoy the fun and excitement of a sexual relationship. I knew I didn't want a one night stand and felt our friendship would cement our relationship after the thrill and fullfilment of sex.

I felt satiated or at least satisfied as we headed hand in hand for the shore to dry off and soak up some sun.

Down the beach there were facilities for changing and showering and we headed there to wash the salt water from our skins and later get some sun. "I'll guard the door I said waliantly, you go first."
While she was showering I imagined her naked under the streeming water and wondered if the smooth skin I had felt on her tanned legs and thighs continue up around her pussy or if she had that same dark hair on her mound my hand twitched as I thought of running my fingers through it and when she appeared in the door way I hurried past her to hide the fact that she had aroused me
again, just by thinking about sharing that intimacy.

"I'll just be a minute. My voice husky with desire betrayed me.

In the shower I washed quickly glad that the water was cold and shrunk my erection. I joined her outside and we headed for the car to get our towels and sun screen.