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[sojournerwolf]

Sam

Angel seems kind of tense, wrapping her coat around herself the way she did, and sort of huddling into herself in the front seat. I wonder if it's maybe the same kind of jitters I got the first time I went on stage and then again first time in front of a camera (that was kind of crazy, I was just supposed to be sitting in a diner as an extra eating a bowl of soup; hand shook so badly I almost spilled it all over me.)

Hell, I still get a case of them, not nearly as bad, before any performance, even before auditions. I've kinda tried to convince myself they're more like the eagerness of a horse as it approaches the starting gate. Even works sometmes....

I lean forward and put a friendly, non-threatening hand on Angel's shoulder.

"Yeah, you know I think John has the right idea, having us spend a little time together getting to know each other. Maybe have a few laughs, get to feel more comfortable. Glad he put that no sex rule in there, too. Might sound strange, but seems to me, yeah, if we can relax with each other without all the stress of worrying about making an impression and all, then tomorrow ought to go pretty smoothly."

I smile at Angel and Dean both. "Heck, I'm looking forward to it more for the experience, not to say the money isn't bad. Certainly can't hurt the career with a little bit of exposure like that. Most of the big stars have done something like that some where along the line."

 

[a1stories]

"Okay Sam, your place it is," I say, trying to keep the directions straight. i see Angel pull her jacket tight around her. She seems quite a bit more nervous now then she did before. She seemed to be wrestling with something inside but I didn't want to say anything since I really don't know this girl. "I completely agree with you Sam. I'm in it for the experience as well. I've always wanted to be an actor and if I have to start by co-starring in a low budget porn flick, that's okay with me." I pull into the parking lot of an old industrial warehouse and park the truck. I climb out and go around the front to the passenger side. I take Angel's hand and help her out of the truck. I then struggle with the release for the seat back to let Sam out so he simply climbs out the side. "Well Sam, lead the way," I say as I casually put my arm around Angel's shoulders, a simple friendly gesture to let her know that I am really harmless, despite my somewhat rough exterior.

 

[poohlive]

John finally loaded eveything else up, for the third time ( i heard the clown was leaving for a while, so I suppose I'm doing make up as well... yeah me). Everything was finally ready. He drove out to the scarce place.
Dark had finally fallen. John walked the bike out of the trailer wiping the sweat from his brow. He had spent an hour or so cleaning it. The engine couldn't run if his life depended on it, but it looked good. That was all that matters.
"Ok, We're ready."
He got back into the truck. He would have to stop to get some dinner, did he feel like McDonald's or Burger King? The question he asked himself just about every night.
"Damn, I need to get laid."
He decided on neither. A nice burrito or two would help him. At home John turned on his computer.
He had to get something more on the plot than just a few guys meets some stranded girl. He thought a little bit, there needed to be some direction from the guys.
"Why can't they just be horny?"
He lamented. A normal guy conversation. Guys usually talk about cars or women... so they would talk about the jeep, and then women. They will talk about how they haven't had sex in forever, and they are horny as hell.
"Yes."
Boom, the girl is right there. So sex is obviously on their minds. She is an innocent young thing, who just needs a little help. Stranded out here in the middle of nowhere, she just needs someone to help her.
The guys say they'll help her, for a price. She's not a stupid girl, she knows what they want.
Boom, sex.
The guys then go to where they were going to go, fishing and camping. They let the girl tag along, telling her as soon as they got back on Sunday they'd drop her and her bike off somewhere to get a phone.
"Oh," he wrote something down and posted it up," We need camping gear. I almost forgot."
There would be some good night tent sex scenes. Some interesting jeep sex scenes. He could probably find a nice place for a water sex scene. Half of them would be one on one, the rest would be threesomes. He would put at least one scene where she would masterbate as they watched.
He would want to make up a dialogue for them throughout the movie, but he knew pro amateur porns had the actors make up a dialogue. He would just give them the topics.
Boom. He printed out the page.
Now, in three days they had to get all these shots done. By the end they would have a nice little movie here. Now, he had to order the shots.
"All the acting shots go first. The intro, and the end one we'll start with, and go from there. We'll keep going until we run out of daylight."
Directing wasn't so hard after all. He wondered why he ever worried about it in the first place. Inside the bedroom, John set his alarm clock for five in the morning. He would have to be there by six to set up the first couple of shots. He hoped they all made it by eight.
With that done, John went into a troubled sleep.
(all right, I'm just waiting for you guys to make it to tomorrow)

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

"You'd be in good company, then," I tell Dean as we head towards the building. I unlock the back entrance leading to a freight elevator that I suppose the leasing company thought would add to the ambience of the place. the bare brick of the walls inside has been cleaned and hung with art prints. The elevator itself has been refurbished but is still loud.

"Stallone started out that way," I tell Dean, "some dog of a porno flick called The Italian Stallion. There've been others, mostly they don't like to talk about it, though they know where they got their start. Same with a lot of actresses," I say, looking at Angel. "Probably the most recent well known is Traci Lords who had a whole career in porn before she moved into mainstream. Fact, that was what gave her the money to move up."

We get to the top of the building and I lead them into my apartment.

It's pretty typical for this building. The bare brick has been glazed over so it doesn't stir up a lot of dust. The hardwood floors gleam with fresh wax where they aren't covered by large, thick rugs or hidden by the pillow pit in front of a small color television I almost never watch. Framed movie and theater posters are hung on the walls between bookcases which hold a few magazines, several books, my stereo and cd collection. I've a couple of plants positioned so they catch the light from the large overhead window. A winding metal staircase leads to the next level where I have my bed, an oversize king with lots of pillows and a chifferobe where I hang my clothes. Beneath the overhang is a kitchenette and a larger bathroom, curtained off, with a long and deep clawfoot bathtub and shower. I keep it rather neat and tidy, just 'cause I like the place so much.

All in all, I think it's cozy and has been home for some time. I was one of the first to move in, before they had finished the building, so I got a break on the lease for helping finish it up.

"Hey, make yourself at home," I call as I head to the kitchenette.
"What will you have? I don't have much in the way of hard liquor but I do have that bottle of red wine, looks like some Budweiser is in here, too. A pitcher of green tea."

I look over my shoulder to see what Dean and Angel might want to drink.

 

[a1stories]

"Was Stallone really in a porno flick? Wow, who knew?" he mentions the name Traci Lords and I almost melt. She is the most beautiful actress there is, not to mention a hot body. "This is a pretty nice place, Sam. It's real cozy. Are there any apartments or lofts left? I'm looking for a place." He calls out the beverage selections and I think for a second. "I'll have a Bud please," I reply. i turn to Angel and say, "so, are you ready for tomorrow? Because if you're not ready then none of us might as well go at all."

 

[mfucker]

Angel:

I thought for a moment, and for a while I could have lost myself in my own world. Then I snapped back to reality, and looked long and hard at the two men seated beside me. It was strange really, that these were two really nice men; and yet starting tomorrow, they would take turns to fuck me over and over again. And it was only a job.

"I was just wondering...." I thought again. "If you guys could be gentle...?"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

I bring the beer and the wine bottle back with me, along with a couple of glasses and a mug.

"Yeah," I chuckle. "In fact, in that first Rocky movie, the name he's got on his robe is the same as the title of that flick."

"As far as places here being available, yeah, I think so." I go over to my phone and flip through the rolodex I keep there, jotting down a name and number. "This is the landlord. Tell him you know me, he's a good guy."

Angel doesn't appear to have heard me when I asked her what she might want to drink. I can see the concern in her eyes. Dean seems a little tense, too, but I pretty well figure it's out of concern for Angel.

I mull over her question for a moment. "Well, it is going to be a movie. I think anything that is going to look "rough", will most likely be staged, you know, looking like we're having sex without actually doing it, relying on camera angles. If it's anything like normal filming, John's going to have to reshoot the scenes several times from different angles to edit together later. I suspect the actual sex will be limited to close ups to intercut with those other scenes."

I scratch my head a moment. "Seems to me, those are going to have to be done pretty carefully, if for no other reason," I chuckle, "limitations of the male resources. Massive doses of vitamin E and ginseng will only go so far."

Angel has a faint smile now. I raise my hands. "I'm no expert, and I'm the first to admit that. Particularly on this kind of film. But from what little experience I've had in other kinds seems it would make sense to me. Hell, it's in his own best interests to keep us all healthy and happy in order to get through the whole thing."

I offer Angel a glass, wondering what Dean and I can do to help her feel more comfortable with the idea of screwing the two of us in front of a camera. My own idea is something similar to exercises I went through in private acting class, when learning how to do nude scenes on stage. Those of us involved in the scene would take off our clothes and sit around at first without touching, just talking until we were comfortable. Then we would each take turns touching each other. Not necessarily erotically, though there was that sort of reaction. But just watching each other move, touching, exploring, getting to know one another. Toughest part was when guys had to do that with guys as well as the women and vice versa until everyone was touching everyone else. Takes a lot of spine to do that. Class size when we got to that part dropped to about half. But it came in handy later when I got into that very weird staging of Mid-Summer's Night Dream that was in a theater so far off Broadway it was almost in New Jersey.

I'm not sure if it will help Angel or Dean, and as Angel seems the most nervous, I figure maybe she has some ideas of what will help her feel more comfortable.

So, I ask, "Angel, what would help you feel more comfortable with Dean and me, here?"

 

[a1stories]

Look, I'm really sorry guys but I'm no longer able to be a part in this thread, this board or this site. You guys were a lot of fun to do this with. I'm really sorry. Hope you can find someone to replace me.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: sorry to see you go, hope all is well

Anyone have any ideas what we do from here?

 

[poohlive]

Keep going with it. Let's say that Dean left home after not feeling very well, and it turns out that he had to get his appendix taken out. I'll play another sex character until the director, or anyone else arrives. In the mean time if you have someone else in mind, please tell them about this site.
OK, I think that does it.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC

Sounds good to me!

 

[mfucker]

OOC: think it's a pity....about a1....ah well....these things happen....sounds good to me too....and wolf you might want to continue taking on the lead...been away for awhile and i need a while to catch up on things....thanx...

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam OOC

OOC: There has been a sudden and life threatening illness in my family that necessitates my being away for a couple of days probably. I will try to catch up and possibly post sometime Sunday or Monday.

 

[poohlive]

This is like a bad train wreck. Ok, Mfucker, if your still interested we could try just a one on one camera shoot. The other guys just don't show up, so I'm forced to do some creative thinking...
I don't know.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

OOC: I'm home for a bit, so am going to try and get some posting done on the threads. Thanks for your patience.

poolhive wrote:
Keep going with it. Let's say that Dean left home after not feeling very well, and it turns out that he had to get his appendix taken out. I'll play another sex character until the director, or anyone else arrives. In the mean time if you have someone else in mind, please tell them about this site.
OK, I think that does it.

Let's see what I can do.

IC:

Dean suddenly looks kind of pale and clutches his side. Angel and I manage to get him into his truck and get him to the hospital. Between gasps of pain, he gives me the number and II call his folks and they show up. The doctor talks to them, and then they talk to Angel and I (who've just introduced ourselves as "friends of Dean")

Seems Dean has had an attack of appendicitis. They say he is going to be fine, but laid up a while.

I've still got John's number written down somewhere and dig it out of my pocket. I call and leave a message on the machine, and hopes he catches it.

"Hey, this is Sam. Dean is sick and at the hospital. I don't think he is going to be able to be there tomorrow. What do you want Angel and I to do? Still going to try and shoot?"

I leave my home number on the machine and tell John he should be able to reach us there in a half hour or so.

Hanging up the phone, I turn to Angel who looks a little pale.

"He'll be fine," I tell her. "Want to go back to my place for a while and see if John calls to let us know what to do about the filming tomorrow?"

 

[mfucker]

OOC: recruiting?!

Angel:

I was still ridden with shock. For a moment I thought he was going to die on us. I could just imagine him passing out in the middle of the film....

Anyway I figured a night over at Sam's place would be great to calm my nerves. Besides he would be the only other person on set. It would help to get to know him better.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

I smile at Angel as she accepts my invitation. Giving Dean's truck keys to his folks, I call a cab for us and we head back to my place. It's getting on towards evening. We're both kind of quiet. Not sure what Angel is thinking, I know I'm wondering what John is going to have to say about all of this, how it's going to affect the filming.

Once back at my place, I let us in.

"Please, make yourself at home," I tell Angel. "After all of that, I think I could use some of that wine. How about you?"

I pour the wine and sit beside Angel on the couch. After a couple of sips, I realize it's past supper time and I haven't had any lunch. Angel looks like she might be a little hungry, too.

"Hey," I suggest. "Why don't I whip us up something to eat? You like pasta? I've also got a couple of chicken breasts, if you would prefer that, and some fresh salad."

I get up from the couch. "While I'm cooking, maybe we could talk a bit, get to know each other a little better. Sound good to you?"

I wait for Angel to tell me what sounds good to her, then go across the room to the kitchenette to start the meal.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Angel," I say.

 

[poohlive]

Waking up around midnight, John hurredly went to the bathroom. The dream he had was a weird one, but interesting just the same. He couldn't help but try to remember what it was.
It had already begun fading from his memory though. In a few minutes all he could remember was that he had a dream.
He saw the message light beeping. Wasn't that odd? He looked at who had called. Unavailable. Well, it didn't bother him much, he checked the message.
"That's just perfect isn't it."
He called up Sam and Angel. He told them to just go ahead as scheduled. He could make a few calls and get this thing back up and running again.
He called a few strip joints, asking if anyone wants some extra work. He called some clients who had done this before. Some old pro ametur porn players. Most of them either weren't home or were sleeping, either way he had to leave messages.
He asked a few of his friends to be on the look out, or to just tell a few people if they need a couple hundred bucks for the weekend. (this leaves it wide open for just about anyone to jump in).
Finally, John got into his car, making his way back to the studio. He had to unlock everything. This was a total disaster, he honestly wondered why he was still going with it. Well, for whatever reason, he was. That's all the answer he had for now.
For the time being, he just sat and waited. It was nearly one in the morning, he hadn't nearly had enough sleep for the day he was about to have, his acting team had shrunken to a horrible 2, the make up girl had decided to go off on her own, the directer was out doing more important things, and to top it all off...
they just ran out of coffee in the office.
Sighing John sat down behind the desk waiting, no not waiting, hoping someone would come.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

The telephone rings and I snag it. It's John and he sounds stressed, so I try to reassure him that, yeah, we'll be there with bells on, if nothing else. The chuckle in reply is strained, but hey, if it helps...

I go back to the kitchen and tell Angel what John has said. Dinner is about ready, so I take down some plates and serve us up. Angel is being kind of quiet, so I figure, if she wants to talk, she'll talk. I would like to get to know her better, if there's any way for it to make what's going on tomorrow easier. She still seems kind of pale and nervous, but maybe a little less so. I pour us some wine to go with the dinner and invite her to dig in.

Damn, she looks fine. I can feel myself drawn to her, a growing sense of desire that I try to tell myself I better damn well be careful about.

 

[a1stories]

OOC: hey guys! sorry about my strange disappearence. it turns out i don't have to leave but i see i've already been written out so i'll just watch from the sidelines.

 

[mfucker]

OOC: first, sorry about my prolonged absence over weekdays....RL stuff mostly....and second, think all of us here would gladly have a1 back....right?

 

[mfucker]

Angel:

I admitted that I was a little too quiet. Anyone in my shoes would have been. It took immense courage (and some desperation) to sign myself up for such a job, and in a sense I wanted things to go well. It would have made it that much easier. Now the production crew and the filming crew were both falling apart, and this was fast becoming a farce. I was beginning to think things just weren't meant to be.

All of this probably were written all over my face, as I noticed the slightly concerned look on Sam's face. He was a pretty nice guy anyway.

I cast my thoughts and doubts aside, and decided maybe it was more appropriate to thank my host for the night with some basic courtesy.

Starting to speak, I began to tell him of my life story....

 

[poohlive]

It's all right, A 1. Just make a new character, a last minute one, it's perfectly fine.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Sam

OOC: Sounds good to me, a1! Glad you were able to make it back. Look forward to whatever character you come up with.

IC:
I smile, 'cause Angel seems to be relaxing a little. I listen while we eat to what she says...

 

[mfucker]

OOC: didn't think you'd be interested in her life story....but anyway...

Angel:

After about fifteen minutes, he knew how my life went, most parts of it anyway. He was a little shocked that I was a stripper and yet, not a porn actress. Well.

As the night wore on, I began to wonder if things might actually turn out to be better than expected...