by Lisa Ferrari
I feel his hips lifting. He thrusts into me even more deeply. His free hand rubs my back and my shoulders and my hair.
There’s a knock on the door. “Claire, Aaron wants you on the set” – the door opens and Annie, one of the P.A.’s, is standing there in her black windbreaker, wearing her radio headset and holding her iPad and stylus – “in one hour…”
Annie’s words die on her lips as she looks up and sees us: me, riding Kellan, his legs spread, his penis inside me, his huge, hairless balls.
“Sorry!” Annie says, and slams the door.
It all happens so fast. I’m not sure what to do. Kellan is still thrusting himself up into me. He obviously didn’t see Annie.
“Oh, god, Claire, I’m going to come,” Kellan moans.
This grabs my attention.
Kellan exclaims and his entire body flexes. I am lifted up, my feet off the floor, and I feel his erection pulsing, followed by the heat of his semen inside me.
My orgasm is instantaneous. As it always is when I feel him coming inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head it’s so good.
We come together. I close my eyes and go with it, every fiber of me, inside and out, focused entirely on us.
I don’t know if it’s the level of exhaustion, the rivers of caffeine, the fact that we’re doing it in a strange, quasi-public place, or the fact that we were just caught in the act, but I am surprised by the intensity of my orgasm. They say pizza is like sex: even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good. I’ve always mostly concurred with that aphorism. Or is it an adage? Or is it a maxim? Or perhaps an apothegm?
Focus, Claire!
I try to get out of my head and back into my body. The body sitting astride my fiancée, each of us half-naked, knitted together at the crotch.
Every orgasm is good (like the pizza!), especially with Kellan (especially with Kellan), but that one was great.
I deftly, and quite acrobatically I might add, spin myself around so that I’m facing Kellan, all while keeping him inside me.
Kellan grins as he watches me do so. “Wow, that was very ninja-like.”
“I am like a ninja. A sex ninja.”
“I’ll say.”
“Annie totally opened the door and saw us.”
“I know.” Kellan chuckles.
“You saw her?”
“Of course.”
“I didn’t think you did. You acted like you didn’t.”
“I was focused on you. And your sexy, perfect, round ass. I wanted to have anal sex so bad in that moment.”
“We haven’t done that in a while.”
“I know.”
“We should.”
“Really? You want to?”
“Of course,” I say. “With you, I’ll do anything.” The notion of Kellan sodomizing me makes me want to do it. Like, right now. To feel him coming inside me again.
“I love watching your sexy little butthole contract while you come,” Kellan says.
I feel suddenly shy. “Really?”
“Claire Valentine, are you blushing?”
“Maybe.” My face feels hot, and I know that I am.
Kellan wraps his arms around me and hugs me close. I settle in against his body.
Kellan says, “So, I guess we have an hour before we have to be back on set. We should probably try to take a little nap.”
“Uh-huh.” The words are barely out of my mouth when I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, nestled against Kellan. He’s still inside me. This makes me smile.
Kellan gently strokes my hair, soothing me.
“Claire, wake up,” he says softly.
“I thought we were going to take a nap.”
“We did.”
I lift my head and look around, and then at Kellan.
“What?”
“It’s been an hour.”
“But I didn’t sleep yet.”
“Yes you did. We both did. Annie just came and knocked on the door and said, ‘Ten minutes guys’. Thank God she didn’t open the door this time. She’s probably traumatized.”
“Has it really been an hour?”
“Yes.”
I look down. We’re still half naked. Kellan is still inside me.
“You’re still inside me.”
“I know. That is so hot.”
I agree wholeheartedly.
There’s a knock on the door. Annie calls, “You guys ready? Aaron hates it when people are late to the set.”
Kellan says, “Aaron hates it when people are late to the set.”
“We do have only two years to do five years’ worth of work.”
“Okay, let’s get moving.”
I stand up. Kellan slides slowly out of me. I’m sorry to see him go. His penis is wet and shiny with our fluids. I feel some of it dripping out of me as I quickly dress.
We open the door and I nearly fall my way down the black aluminum steps. My legs are like rubber.
Kellan catches me. “Whoa, you okay?”
“Fine. Just a little spent.”
Kellan chuckles again. “Yeah, me too.”
Annie shuffles, twisting this way and that in her black windbreaker and radio headset. She’s holding a cardboard drink holder with several beverages. I’m embarrassed so I change the subject. “What do you have there?”
“What?” Annie asks. I think she’s in her early twenties. During one of the production meetings Sheila introduced her and said Annie had just graduated from a producing program at USC.
“You have drinks,” I say.
“Oh. Yes. Drinks. Um, these are for you guys. I thought you might need a pick-me-up. I have coffee, orange juice, chocolate milk, an energy drink, and a whole bunch of Five-Hour Energies.” Annie reaches into the pocket of her windbreaker and deposits a handful of little Five-Hour Energy vials on the tray. She hands the tray to Kellan.
“Thank you so much,” Kellan says.
“No problem. But we should probably start walking. You guys need to be on set in”, she checks her phone, “two minutes and fifty-eight seconds.”
We all start walking between the big brown buildings. Kellan and I each drink a Five-Hour Energy. We share the chocolate milk because Kellan wants us to have some protein, and then we take turns sipping the coffee.
By the time we reach the soundstage, I feel a bit more awake. My vagina is very juicy and I’m forced to stifle a grin at the thought of it.
We step into the soundstage and someone whistles a really loud whistle, the kind you do with your fingers in your mouth at a football game.
I look up and everyone on the set is staring at us. They’re all wearing cowboy hats. In perfect unison, they all chant, “HI, CLAIRE!” followed by “YEE-HAW!”
Everyone waves their cowboy hat in the air. Some people actually throw their hat in the air.
I’m confused. Starting to get pissed because I don’t understand what is going on, and then I realize exactly what’s going on: Kellan and I were doing Reverse Cowgirl in my trailer when Annie walked in and saw us. Hence the cowboy hats and the Yee-haws.
I immediately turn to Annie.
She’s staring at me, clearly uncomfortable. No wonder she was fidgeting when she came to get us; she knew what was here waiting for us. Annie looks to be shrinking as she stands there.
Aaron runs up to me and throws his arms around me, laughing.
“Don’t be mad,” Aaron says, releasing me. “Please don’t be mad. I asked Annie what you guys were doing in your trailer because I was hoping you were getting some sleep and I could tell from her demeanor that she’d walked in on you guys. This is was all my idea. So don’t be angry. Okay? Friends?”
Aaron is looking at me in supplication, his hands pressed together before him.
We both glance at Kellan, who is smiling, enjoying it. He’s wearing a cowboy hat.
“Friends,” I say at last. “But I will get you back.”
Everyone moves, mostly toward the craft service area set up on one side of the soundstage to get coffee and donuts and bagels and apples and oranges and bananas and strawberries and blueberries and pineapple and muffins and cookies and licorice and M&Ms and soda and a zillion other things. I have nothing to compare to because this is the only set I’ve ever been on, but craft service is like a convenience store-slash-coffee shop. I’m always impressed by their selection. And by the fact that everything is free.
Sheila walks by carrying three phones, a tablet, and a humungous thermos of coffee. “Let me know when you’re ready to get back at Aaron. I have some ideas.” Sheila winks and answers her phone. She answers the wrong one, juggles them, and returns to her producer’s chair, in front of which she has a table, two laptops, three chargers, a dozen empty coffee cups, several food containers, a set of silicone resistance bands, a jug of distilled water, a bunch of empty Five-Hour Energy bottles, and a whole mess of other stuff, including a Rubik’s Cube and a pack of Nathan’s Hot-dogs still in the package. I don’t think she’s slept in two days. Aaron and Rami grab Kellan and lead him away, talking animatedly. I sip my coffee and wander closer to Sheila’s workstation.
“So this is filmmaking, huh?”
“This is filmmaking, sweetie. What do you think of it all so far?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I’m a little overwhelmed. I’m totally sleep deprived so everything is weird. I feel like I’m in a haze or a bubble. This is all new for me. But I’m loving it so far.”
“Good. Focus on the loving it part. Making movies is kind of like being a homeless, multitasking, problem-solving coke addict. At least it is for me. But I love it. It’s long hours and weird hours and seems like it’s never-ending. But I love it. Beats sitting in a cubicle nine to five.” Sheila turns to me, checks to see we’re alone, lowers her voice and says, “Were you and the K-man really doing it in your trailer?”
I’m immediately embarrassed once more. Kellan is on the set with Rami and Aaron, where an elaborate bedroom has been set up. They’re looking at the bed ruffled with white sheets as though it’s been slept in. Kellan senses me looking at him and looks over at me. He’s still wearing the cowboy hat. He tips his hat to me. He turns back to Rami and Aaron. I turn back to Sheila. She’s seen the interaction between Kellan and me.
“I see,” says Sheila. “Listen, Aaron and Rami want to do a nude scene. It’s their job to talk to Kellan about it and my job to talk to you about it so I wanted to get your thoughts on it but please please please don’t feel obligated to do it or anything because I know it wasn’t in the script and that we’ve never discussed it and there’s no mention of it in your guys’s contracts because we didn’t put in a no-nudity clause but it wasn’t because we were trying to be sneaky or anything or to coerce you guys into it or anything it’s just that we didn’t think it was necessary but this morning after Annie came back to set and she was acting funny and Aaron jokingly asked her if she’d walked in on you guys doing it and she didn’t say anything we pretty much knew that was what had happened so that was how we came up with the cowboy hat thing and Aaron and Rami thought it would be a good idea to do a nude scene with you guys in bed together to really show the chemistry between you but don’t worry you’re not going to have to simulate sexual intercourse or anything like that it’s just the two of you naked in bed talking but you won’t even be naked really because you’ll have sheets and everything but Aaron wants you both to actually be naked because he’s mister cinema-fuckin-verité and all that. So do you want to do it?”
“Do what… exactly?” Sheila said all that without stopping and without taking a breath. I do a quick scan of her workstation to see if there’s a mirror and a glass straw and a mountain of coke. I see no such accoutrements. Maybe she snorted it all. Like the donkey in Bachelor Party with Tom Hanks and Tawny Kitaen. I hope what happened to the donkey doesn’t happen to her.
“The nude scene,” Sheila says.
“Um, well, I’d like to discuss it with Kellan first, but as long as it’s tasteful and it doesn’t devolve into a full-on porn movie and nothing shows, I guess it’s all right.”
“What do you mean nothing shows?”
“Like, nothing shows.”
“Such as?”
I’m not sure what Sheila’s asking. “You mean, like, specifics?”
“Yes. Specifics. Claire, talk to me. Come on, it’s okay, it’s just you and me here, anything you say stays between us. I won’t blatantly repeat anything you say. If you’re ever uncomfortable or are having a problem of any kind, come and talk to me about it. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“So, what do you mean when you say as long as nothing shows.”
“I mean as long as it’s done tastefully and Aaron doesn’t expect me to walk around the room completely naked. I’m not doing that.”
“So no nips and no pubes?”
“Uh, yes. No nips and no pubes.”
“What about side boob or buttocks?”
“I guess that’s okay.”
“Butt crack or no butt crack?”
“Just mine or Kellan’s too?”
“Well, I don’t know. For now, just yours. We’ll see what Kellan has to say. So, no nips, no pubes, but crack is okay?”
“No nips, no pubes, butt crack is a maybe.”
Sheila and I make our way over to where Kellan stands on the set with Aaron and Rami. The bedroom is impressive in its realism. It looks like a real bedroom in a real house. A very futuristic, stylized notion of what domestic futurity may look like. At least, that’s what Aaron says.
We all discuss the nude scene and Kellan and I agree that we don’t want to show nips or pubes but a few seconds of crack is okay as long as it’s not gratuitous because that way it will reveal that we’re truly naked, which we agree is good for realism. We agreed weeks ago that we’d be doing most of our own stunts. Lying in bed naked certainly qualifies.
The next thing I know, Kellan and I are inside a makeshift changing room the carpenter guys built in about three minutes. We undress and don white bathrobes. Heather escorts us to the set, which has been effectively closed, meaning there are very few people around. Big screens have been put up all around the futuristic bedroom, assuring no secret cell phone videos of me naked will emerge online. Kellan and I get into bed and Rami hands us the pages for the new scene. It’s not much, just a few minutes of us talking about our trip. Little do we know what’s waiting for us.
Aaron sits on the bed and we run the scene several times, discussing it and breaking it down. All the while, I’m wondering when we’re going to get naked.
Finally, Aaron asks if we’re ready to roll. We say we are. Aaron sits behind his monitor alongside Rami and Sheila and a few other people. Kellan and I stash our pages under our pillows. We get under the white sheet and wriggle out of our robes. We hand them to Heather and she scurries out of frame.
I am now totally, one hundred percent naked in front of a whole bunch of people.
Kellan takes my hand under the sheet and squeezes it.
This reassures me.
“Just focus on me,” Kellan says. “Pretend we’re at our place and it’s just us.”
“Okay.”
The First Assistant Director, the feisty blond Diane, yells, “Okay, pictures up, everyone settle! Roll sound!”
The boom guy, Chad, is holding a long black pole with a long microphone on the end. He lowers it so it’s dangling just above us.
The sound guy, Steve, says, “Speed.”
One of the assistant camera guys, Juan, I think, holds the marker in front of us. “Scene twenty-three-a, take one, marker.” He clacks the stick-thing on top and moves aside.
Aaron calls, “Aaaannnddd action!”
Kellan and I say our lines.
And I’m naked.
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I focus on Kellan, and I don’t flub any lines, nor does Kellan.
And I’m naked.
I think it goes pretty well.
All I can think about is the fact that I’m naked.
Aaron calls, “Cut. Let’s go again.”
The marker guy, Juan, does his thing, Aaron calls action, and we do take two.
And then take three.
And then thirteen more.
After that, Aaron, Rami, and Sheila have a hushed conversation I can’t hear. Kellan and I lie there in bed, naked, wondering what’s going on. Finally Aaron and Sheila come over, along with Heather and some make-up people. Aaron says the scene is flat. I ask him if he wants me to run around the set naked. He asks me if I want to. I say no.
Aaron says he wants to show some skin. He has us lie on our sides and then spends five minutes moving the sheets around while the camera guys mount the camera on a big black mechanical arm that can hover over the bed.
We run the scene several times but Aaron says it’s still flat.
Sheila starts shrieking that we have to break for lunch.
Aaron shrieks back that we don’t have it yet.
Sheila shrieks for him to stop shrieking and get it.
All the shrieking stresses me out. I distract myself by reading my lines several times.
Sheila gets out of her chair, as does Rami, and they spend twenty minutes moving the sheets around while Kellan and I lie there.
Everyone is arguing.
I detest arguing.
I eventually snap and grab all the sheets and throw them on the floor. I care only a little that everyone can see, and is staring at, my boobs. “This is what you want,” I shriek. “Shoot the fucking thing.” I flop down sideways and scoot up close to Kellan so we’re face to face.
Sheila, Aaron, Rami, Heather, Chad, Juan, Steve, Diane, and everyone else eventually pick their jaw up off the floor and hurry into position. Aaron grabs a ladder, opens it at the foot of the bed, and climbs up the steps until he’s sitting on top of it and looking down at us with his handheld director’s lens. He quickly calls action and we do the scene again, not only naked but totally exposed.
When we’re done, Aaron calls, “Aaaannnnd cut! Yes! That was perfect. Check the gate!”
