by Young, Luke
“Cut!” Paul stepped on to the set. “Great. Quickly let’s set up for the next shot.”
Chance remained still as the crew member returned and this time kneeling down, went to work on the star’s boxer shorts.
Victoria smiled, turning to Jillian. “This is going to be great.”
Jillian narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you don’t really—”
“Action!”
Turning back to face the set, Victoria saw none of Chance’s supposedly massive penis as it was blocked by the back of Amanda’s head. She took a step left then her jaw dropped and her eyes opened wide as she spotted the black dildo sticking out of Chance’s boxers. She cried out, “WHAT!”
All eyes turned to Victoria. Paul scowled. “CUT!”
Jillian froze horrified. “I told you that—”
“He’s not really hard.” Victoria interrupted, scowling. “What the hell is this?”
“Shut up!” Jillian whispered.
“Who are you?” Paul headed over, glancing first to Jillian who returned an apologetic shrug.
“Um, this is my friend Victoria.”
“Paul is it?” Victoria asked.
“Uh, yeah.” He made a face.
“Don’t you think this scene would work much better if Chance was really, you know, hard and out of his boxers?”
“What?” Paul’s jaw dropped and his eyes shifted to Jillian then back to the lanky, busty blonde.
“I think Amanda’s reaction would be more realistic and it would be better for the film. I don’t know, I mean, that’s just my opinion.”
Chance made eye contact with Victoria and she waved to him joyfully. Amanda folded her arms, mystified.
“Wait.” Paul’s scowl morphed into a smile. “Victoria?”
“Uh-huh.”
“THE Victoria…” He motioned around the room with his finger. “…the one the Victoria character in this movie is based on?”
“That’s me,” she announced proudly bouncing on her heels.
“Oh…” Paul broke into a chuckle then most of the rest of the crew exchanged confused glances. Paul shook his head then whispered, “You’re not serious about him actually having his dick out are you?”
“Sure I am.”
“I’m so sorry.” Jillian began. “She, um, I told her not to… to be quiet.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Paul turned to the crew. “Let’s break for lunch. Yeah, I think we should break.” He giggled and rubbed his forehead.
As the set emptied, Paul smiled widely and put his hand out palm up for Victoria as Jillian looked on shell shocked. Victoria placed her hand atop his and he sandwiched it with his other hand, beaming. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve read so much about you.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“So is that really how you’re going to shoot that scene?” Victoria asked.
“Uh, yeah… I mean, it’s not a porn shoot, so yeah that’s how we plan to do it.”
She shook her head, grimacing. “Next you’ll be telling me during the shower scene he won’t actually be masturbating.”
“Afraid so.” He held back a chuckle. “They call it movie magic and I’m pretty sure Chance wouldn’t go for it anyway.”
“I could have a talk with him if you’d like.”
Turning to Jillian, Paul shook his head, smiling. “She’s really something isn’t she?”
“There’s no one quite like her,” Jillian replied rolling her eyes.
“I just think we need more actual sex in main stream Hollywood movies. And would it really kill them to show an erection every once in a while? It’s nothing but tits and asses.”
“I agree, but the ratings board gets a little freak out when they see a boner on screen.”
“Sounds like they all need to get laid a little more.”
“Probably so.” He laughed out loud. “Well, ladies I’ve got to check on a few things. Victoria, again it was a pleasure. You’re welcome to stay, but next time you don’t see Chance’s penis when you expect to…” He put his finger to his lips. “…please don’t say anything, okay?”
“Sorry about that.” Victoria gave him an apologetic smile.
As Paul headed out of the room, Jillian gave her friend a tired look.
“What?”
“You’re out of your mind, you know that right? Promise me you’ll actually behave yourself from now on.”
“Why?” Victoria flailed her hand around, dismissively. “Now there’s really no reason to stay.”
Jillian shook her head. “You’re not having fun, honestly?”
“I mean, it could be better.”
“Well, later they’re shooting the scene where Chance is wearing those tight girly shorts.” Jillian shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get to see some of his ass.”
“All right.” Victoria sighed. “I’ll stay.”
“Good, now let’s get some lunch.”
45
Outside in the air conditioned tent, a buffet lunch was being server. More than one hundred of the cast and crew sat at tables enjoying the gourmet sandwiches, salads and fruit.
Jillian and Victoria sat down at the end of a long table with their plates. After taking a bite of her sandwich, Victoria shook her head. “You know, you should really talk to the studio about this whole male nudity thing. I mean, didn’t you see In The Cut or Brown Bunny?”
“I saw them.”
“Both featured main stream Hollywood actresses giving actual blow jobs on film.”
“Are you sure?” Jillian asked before taking a sip from her water bottle.
“Yeah it was that Chloe whatever her name is, she’s semi famous and Meg Ryan blew Mark Ruffallo in the other one.”
“Wait, I think Meg Ryan only watched some other woman supposedly doing that and I’m pretty sure it was a stunt penis.”
Victoria shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you’re right, but that Chloe girl definitely did it.”
Jillian whispered, “Honey, I’d love to be in the room when you tell Miss Amanda Joseph that she needs to blow Chance on film.”
“Imagine what a boost that would be for her career.”
“She doesn’t really need a boost.”
“Are you telling me that it wouldn’t be the highest grossing film of all time if you could boast in all the ads, come see the girl from Twentysomething perform oral sex on one of the hottest guys in history.”
After mulling it over for a moment, Jillian nodded. “You’ve got me there. I’m going to guess that every guy on the planet would be camping out overnight to get a ticket.”
“You bet your ass they would.”
“I think that Amanda’s fiancée might have a slight problem with it.”
“Maybe so, but I’ll bet she probably would enjoy it.”
“Yeah, who wouldn’t?”
They shared a laugh.
“And what are you two giggling about?” Chance Hart appeared at the head of the table, smiling. “I hope you’re not laughing about my last scene because—”
“Oh no. We, um…” The women shared a look and Jillian continued, “Uh, well, we were—”
“Blowjobs,” Victoria chimed in.
“Blowjobs?” Chance snickered. “That’s one of my favorite subjects.”
“Actually we were talking about mainstream actresses who’ve done that in movies,” Jillian pointed to her friend. “I’m sorry Chance, this is my good friend Victoria.”
“The one who just disrupted the entire movie?”
“Yes.” Victoria smiled, shyly.
He lit up. “Not the Victoria that the character is based on?”
“Yep, that’s me.” Victoria took a small bite of her sandwich.
“We were all wondering who you were. We thought maybe you were one of Paul’s girlfriends or something. Especially since he didn’t go ballistic after you, uh… He’s been in a really bad mood lately— kind of a dick, actually.”
“This is the first time I’ve met him.”
/> “Well…” He shook his head. “I just love the scenes with you in the script.”
“They’re my favorites too.” Victoria flashed him a sexy smile.
Suddenly Jillian’s cell phone beeped. She pulled it out, read a text message and looked to Victoria, frowning. “I need to meet with Paul. I hate to leave you, but I’ll—”
“I’ll look after her,” Chance announced. “That is if you don’t mind waiting with me in my dressing room. I’ve got to get back in those boxer shorts for the next scene.” He frowned. “God, I hate boxers.”
Victoria waved Jillian away dismissively. “Go I’ll be fine.”
“Okay…” Holding back a laugh, Jillian rose from the table and headed away carrying her food.
“You want to bring that with you?” He pointed down to her plate.
“No.” She popped the last pineapple chunk in her mouth, rose up from the table and dropped her plate in the trash can. She gave him a smile. “Ready.”
Inside Chance’s dressing room, Victoria sat on the sofa as he sat across from her on a chair and asked. “I know the screenplay is based on real events, but tell me, did you really try to help Jillian’s boyfriend get back into those little shorts?”
“I did.”
“And you really put him in that outfit?”
“Guilty as charged.” She shrugged. “I guess you could say that I’m something of a practical joker.”
“Like I said, some of the funniest scenes.” He shook his head, then broke into a chuckle. “Wait, what about when your bikini bottoms fell off in the gym room. Did that actually—”
“Yep, I might have sorta let’s call it… sabotaged the ties on my bikini on that one, but, yeah, that did happen.”
“Hey, I wanted to ask, um, do you—”
A knock at the door interrupted him. “Come in.”
The door opened and a woman dressed in a short skirt and blouse shuffled in preoccupied with her Blackberry. “You have a minute?”
“Sure. Victoria this is my agent Nancy. Nancy this is Victoria.”
“Hello,” Nancy finally tore her attention from the device and gave her a polite smile.
“Nice to meet you,” Victoria said. “I’d better go and see what—”
“No, please, stay. This will just take a second, right?” He looked to his agent, waiting.
“Well, you need to call Martin back and give them an answer on that super hero movie.”
“Jesus, really. They need to know today?”
“Yeah, or they’re going with Andrew Garfield.”
“Shit. Isn’t he already the new Spiderman?”
“He is, but they’re considering him if you pass. You know this could be your franchise deal.”
“I know. All right. I’ll call them later.”
“Don’t forget.” Nancy gave him a pointed look before she slipped away and closed the door. He sighed and returned his attention to Victoria. “How do you think I’d look in tights?”
“Tights?” She held back a grin.
“They want me to be in this comic book movie. I’m not even really sure what the super powers are… I just know I need to wear this tight spandex suit thing.”
“I think you’d look pretty hot in that.”
“Maybe.” He chuckled. “So what the hell were we talking about?”
“My bikini bottoms falling off I think.”
“Yeah…” He smiled.
Suddenly there was another knock at the door and someone said loudly, “Two minutes, Mr. Hart.”
“Okay,” he called back.
“Shit.” He quickly pulled his shirt off then stepped out of his jeans and stood before her wearing only boxer briefs.
She looked him over from head to toe. “Yeah, I think you’d look really good in tights.”
“Thanks.” He gripped the waistband of his underwear then stopped and shook his head. “Sorry, I’m so used to getting naked in front of costume designers that I’m not thinking.”
“Well, the only reason I came to the set today was to see you naked.”
He gave her a suggestive smile. “That could be arranged.”
They shared a laugh. Then he slipped on a long robe, turned away from her and pulled his briefs down, kicked them off then grabbed the boxer shorts off the table and pulled them on. She watched him wearing a frown.
Turning back to her, he secured the robe and smiled. “Now I remember what I wanted to ask you. That scene where Brice comes over to your house and you give him the shorts… I’m struggling a little bit on how to play it. Since you were there, I figured who better to tell me if I’m doing it right.” He turned a chair around and sat down. “Would you be available tonight to work with me on it?”
“Um, I, uh—”
“I have a suite at the Loews— we could have some dinner and run through it.”
“Chance, I’m in a relationship and I don’t think my boyfriend would be all that excited about me heading over to your hotel. Sorry.”
He shrugged. “No, it’s cool. Just figured I’d ask.” He stood and smiled at her. “Well, it was great meeting you. Stop back in anytime you’re on the set.”
“I will.”
46
Thirty minutes later, Jillian walked Victoria toward her car.
“Chance invited me to his hotel tonight for sex.” Victoria grinned.
“He actually said he wanted to have sex with you?”
“Well, he said he wanted to run through that scene in the script where Brice comes over to Victoria’s house naked and I give him those little shorts.”
“Wow, what’d you say?”
“I told him I was in a relationship.”
“Good, he sorta has a reputation.”
“You think?” Victoria rolled her eyes and they shared a look. “It was still fun watching him change in his dressing room.”
“He didn’t take everything off did he?” Jillian scoffed.
“Well, he sorta did, but all the good stuff was hidden under his robe.” Victoria frowned, clicking the button on her key fob to unlock her door.
“Oh, well, I guess you’ll just have to accept that you aren’t ever going to see him naked.”
“Yeah.” She cringed. “Do you think it’s bad that I got a little worked up when he was changing?”
“No, I don’t… as long as you don’t act on it.”
“I would never do that, but I wonder if I could run that scene with him and actually hold it.”
“You want to hold Chance’s penis?” Jillian looked at her like she was crazy.
She shrugged. “Yeah, it might be fun to relive that whole thing again with a Hollywood superstar. It would make one hell of a story.”
“It would definitely make a great story, but Jim might have a problem with you doing that.”
“Probably.” She sighed as she opened up the door to her car. Suddenly her expression changed. “Oh, shit!”
“What is it?”
Victoria looked at the time on her phone. “Jim is already at the club and he has to work late. I was hoping to go home and, um, work off some of this movie set excitement with him before I see clients later.”
“I think somehow you can hold out ‘till he gets home.”
“Sometimes it seems like you don’t know me at all.” She shrugged then climbed into the car.
“Good luck.”
They shared a laugh before Victoria pulled the door closed, started the car and drove away. Jillian headed back toward the house shaking her head in disbelief.
47
Victoria stopped in to her parents’ house and spent ninety minutes visiting with her mother and playing with Kaylie. When the baby went back down for a nap, Victoria returned home for her back to back client appointments. Afterward, she picked the baby up, fed her dinner, ate dinner herself then spent quality time with Kaylie. That was until the baby filled her diaper with a massive poop then collapsed exhausted from her busy day. Victoria retired to her room, took a bath and put on t
he television, but soon her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep.
A knock on the door jolted Victoria awake. Shaking her head, she let out a big yawn and glanced to the television running some tired informercial. After another louder knock, she grabbed the remote, clicked off the power then headed toward the foyer.
Upon opening the door, she discovered a completely nude Chance Hart standing there, smiling brightly and making no attempt to cover his sizeable manhood.
“Chance?”
“Victoria,” he replied casually.
“What are you… what are you doing here?”
“Can I come in?”
“Sorry, yeah.” Stepping aside, she tilted her head to stare captivated at Chance’s tight, firm ass as he waltzed into the living room.
“Mind if I sit down?” He asked casually as he slumped bare-assed down on the sofa, spreading his legs out wide and stretching his arms out even wider resting on top of the cushions.
Plopping down in the chair across from him, her eyes dipped down to his prize, she gasped then fought to raise them up to his face. “Sorry, I’m confused. How did you know where I lived?”
“Jillian.”
“Oh, um you’re naked and, uh—”
“Sorry, I should have explained.” He glanced down to his lap then smiled. “I figured if you couldn’t come to my hotel we could run through the scene here. The one where you…” He made quote marks with his fingers. “…HELP Brice get dressed.”
“Oh, okay.” She shook her head, glancing once more to his package then raised her chin up high in an attempt to avoid looking directly at it.
“Plus on the set you seemed to be really interested in seeing it, so…” Grinning, he looked down to the monster. “…here he is.”
“Wow… okay.”
He rose up from the sofa. “I can leave if this is a problem.”
“No, no, it’s just that I’m surprised to see you.”
“So, will you act out the scene with me? You do remember how it goes, right? You get the clothes and I put them on then it pops out.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“I do remember.” She gazed at him, mesmerized.
“Great, I’ll go back outside and knock.” He headed toward the door.
“Really, I, uh…” She rose up from the chair and shook her head, confused, watching in awe as he headed away from her. After opening the door, he turned and winked before stepping on the porch and closing the door behind him.
