Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 1: Drake

by Alexis Adaire

  I’ll be naked in the scene as well, though my contract states no frontal nudity below the waist. I also have a modesty pouch on underneath my slacks, though I despise the feeling of those things. And on top of everything else, none of this seems to matter because I can’t stop thinking of how I crushed Allie’s feelings.

  As soon as we’re down to just a skeleton crew, Michael says, “Okay, places everyone. Let’s do this.”

  Siena peels off her robe and lets it fall to the floor next to where I’m standing. She turns to face me and I see she’s not wearing her modesty pouch after all and her hairless pussy is visible. This is surprising because I know what happens in the scene. She tiptoes to me, her big tits pressing against me, and whispers, “Let’s make this sexy, baby.” Then she climbs onto the bed and a crew member helps to tie one ankle to the bedpost. Everyone seems a little stunned by her brazen decision not to wear the modesty pouch, but Michael appears to be fine with it. Once she’s ready and they’ve re-checked the lighting, I move outside the door and wait.

  “Action!”

  I burst into the room. Rance sees Chiara lying naked on the bed, a length of rope in her hand. Her legs are together, but one ankle is tied to the bedpost.

  “I got your text,” I say.

  Siena smiles devilishly and says, “Yes, I need your help.” When Rance starts to untie her ankle, she tosses him the rope she’s holding, then spreads her legs wide, pushing her other ankle toward the opposite bedpost. “No, baby, I need your help with this one.”

  Rance gets over his surprise quickly and accommodates her wish, securing her so that she’s now spread-eagled. I’m the only one in the room who’s afforded the view of her wide-open pussy, her lips plainly visible. Siena/Chiara’s filthy gaze dares me to look, and I do.

  Rance takes his time inspecting her body from every angle, before stripping off his own clothing to take advantage of the situation. The script calls for a lot of fake sex, with me climbing on top and pretending to fuck her missionary-style while she’s tied up. The only actual sexual contact is when I suck on her tit for a few seconds. I go through the motions, lowering myself onto Siena, my hips between her legs. Two weeks ago, I would have had to worry about getting hard at a moment like this. Today I have too much else on my mind.

  When Michael yells “Cut!” I already know he’s going to want another take. I just couldn’t focus like I normally can. I quickly get dressed as they set things up again and we give it a second attempt, but it’s not much better. Michael pulls me aside and gently asks if something’s wrong, and I tell him I’m fine and ready for a third try. Siena, still naked on the bed but with her legs back together now, signals Michael and whispers something in his ear as I pick my clothes up off the floor.

  Michael suddenly says, “Take five, everyone. All crew off the set for a few minutes.” He and the crew all depart quickly, leaving me standing with my clothes in my hands and Siena on the bed with that one ankle tied up.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, confused.

  “I told him I want to talk to you,” she says. Her voice is so damned sexy that it’s hard to tell whether she’s still in character or not. “Your brain is somewhere else, maybe with the girlfriend? Did I make trouble?”

  I sigh. I feel strange standing there in a modesty pouch, holding my clothes, talking to a gorgeous fully naked woman. “Some trouble, yes,” I say. “Not you, but that magazine, Chi. Allie saw a story that said you and I had sex. She confronted me about it, then left the hotel.”

  Siena laughs. “They always get it wrong, every time. There is bad media here in Italia for celebrities.”

  “Why did you come to my suite last night?” I ask.

  “To fuck you, Drake,” she says, calm as can be. “You said there was no girlfriend, so I was going to tell you it would make today’s shoot better. But really, I have wanted sex with you for years. You have that beautiful body.” Her eyes rove over my practically naked form and her smile is so utterly filthy that I hope she uses it for the scene. “I’m sorry if I made a problem.”

  “It’s not just you,” I say, glancing over her lovely body. “There was another woman, right before I left for Italy. But it’s stupid for Allie to be mad – we’re not even officially a couple and she thinks I should be faithful to her?” The words come out, but I’m not even convincing myself. “But I don’t want to lose her.”

  “Now I know why your acting today is so bad.”

  I’m startled that she’s that blunt, but I can’t deny the truth. “Yeah, it’s really bothering me that I hurt her. I’m sorry. I’m very confused and can’t focus on the scene.”

  “Oh, you poor baby,” Siena says. “I understand now! It’s not confusing at all.”

  I have no idea what she’s saying. Then she breaks into laughter. “It’s not just Italian men! American men are stupid, too! Maybe all the men in the world are imbecilli!”

  Siena sees the baffled look on my face and calms down. She gives me a truly sympathetic look that seems out of place for her.

  “Baby, you are in love.”

  I know she’s right the moment the words leave her mouth. I’m stunned I didn’t realize sooner what’s going on, why I can’t bear the thought of losing Allie. Before I can process it, though, Siena brings me back to reality.

  “But right now we are shooting the sex scene, the one people will talk about for years,” she says, “and I need you to concentrate. I have seen your work and know you are an amazing actor, but you must focus with me now for this, Drake. We must convince the camera.”

  I nod. She repositions herself, rolling over on her side and propping her head up on one elbow. “Does Rance like this femme fatale?”

  My grin is my reply.

  “And if you have no girlfriend, you would want to fuck me, wouldn’t you, Drake?”

  I can’t deny it. “Yes, in a heartbeat.”

  “Then keep that thought in your brain when we film it. Nobody will know that thought is there except you and me.”

  “Yes, I can do that.” I pause for a second, then say, “Thank you, Siena. You’re a friend.”

  “No friend! Right now I’m the woman you want to make love to! We will be friends after we make this movie.”

  I smile. Siena’s all right once you get to know her.

  “And one more thing. Come here.” She signals me to approach the bed. I’m only a couple of feet away, but I move to it, standing at the edge. Her hand reaches out and she swiftly slides her fingers into the top of my modesty pouch. “Take off this fucking thing,” she says. “I hate it and it looks stupid, not sexy.” Before I can react she yanks downward violently, ripping it off of me, my limp cock tumbling out. Siena stares at it for a second, then looks up at me. “Much better. Now put on your clothes and tell Michael we are ready.”

  Our next take is astounding in its sexual intensity. I’m sure everyone is surprised when I lower my pants and boxer briefs, but they’re professionals and no one reacts outwardly. Except Chiara (or was it Siena?), who can’t take her eyes off of my cock as I climb onto the bed and slip between her restrained legs. As we fake-fuck, I can feel my shaft sliding along her lips, but I concentrate on the mechanics of the scene and never get the hint of an erection. I pin her wrists back against the bed as I grind against her, and she writhes and moans as if she’s incredibly turned on by the whole thing. She might actually be – who knows? The chemistry between us for this take is off the fucking charts, though – her little pep talk turned into a bonding moment of sorts, and it shows in how well we pull off this difficult scene.

  When Michael says “Cut!” I remain on top of Siena, my body pressed against hers. The look in her eyes says she’s ecstatic about what we’ve just accomplished. I give her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

  “That was amazing,” I say.

  She smiles slyly. “Yes, but it would have been even better at your hotel.”

  Michael tells us he’s thrilled with that take and he’s done with us for the day. When
we leave he’ll bring in the body doubles for the extra coverage he needs. I wave away a crew member so I can untie my co-star’s ankles myself, giving her a little privacy. Siena sits up in bed, her legs still spread, and watches as I fumble with the knot. She looks around the room to make sure nobody’s paying attention, then leans forward and wraps her fingers around my cock.

  “So I will have to wait for this,” she pouts.

  Still caught up in the intense private moment we’ve just shared, I don’t stop her and instead look down at her hand on me. She holds me like that, her thumb softly stroking my shaft, which does not respond in the slightest.

  “Baby, you must be in love,” she says with a wry smile as her hand releases me and my cock drops back down, absolutely unaffected by the attention from this spectacularly sexy, naked woman.

  At this point, I’m convinced she’s right.

  And I need to see Allie.

  I rush back to the St. Regis, determined to find this woman. She’s not answering my texts, and my phone calls are going straight to voicemail. I don’t know if she got the two short voicemail messages I left, but she’s definitely not returning my calls. I stop at the front desk and ask if anyone remembers her stopping by the previous evening, but everyone who was on duty at that time is gone. I get lucky, though, as a friendly guy by the name of Andrea says he knows one of the desk clerks who was working at midnight. He makes a call and I have the info I need: Allie asked a clerk named Luca if he could recommend a good nearby hotel, and he steered her to the Boscolo Exedra Roma.

  I dash to that hotel, aware that I now have several paparazzi following me. Luckily, they can’t enter the hotel with me. The front desk there is delighted to see Drake Manning and are quite helpful, possibly even illegally so, since they’re violating the privacy of a guest. To my chagrin, I learn that Allie checked in late last night, then checked out this morning, asking if the hotel had a shuttle to the airport.

  She’s gone.

  26

  Allie

  Just like that, my fairytale is over.

  I sit in coach on a Delta flight from Rome to Los Angeles. Stuck in the middle seat, I put in my earbuds and close my eyes so that the people on either side will get the hint and not attempt conversation. It works, but after just an hour I feel lonely and devastated and begin to think talking to a stranger might be better.

  I hadn’t really given much concrete thought to the idea that Drake Manning and I could have a permanent relationship. Subconsciously, though, I was hoping. He’s so handsome and fun and funny, and so adored by his fans, and I think I just got swept up in the attention he was giving me. I felt like Cinderella at the ball with the handsome prince, until midnight struck. But he’s a world famous megastar with a never-ending stream of beautiful women throwing themselves at him, while I’m just a writer.

  And the sex – oh my god, the sex.

  We seemed as perfectly paired sexually as two humans could possibly be. Not only am I distraught at losing Drake forever, but I have serious doubts as to whether I’ll ever have sex that intense, that powerful, ever again. It honestly seemed like we had a connection, that we were both feeling something we didn’t feel with others. To learn that he’d slept with someone he met in a restaurant the same day I began to have real feelings for him is a unique kind of torment.

  My interview will be coming out in the LA Times Magazine in just a few days, and I’ll be known from here on out as the woman who shared a hot tub with Drake Manning and his friends. I’m guessing it won’t be long before my name appears on the Drakecount website, and I’ll become just one more in a very long list of women he’s fucked and forgotten.

  I feel humiliated and stupid to have allowed this to happen.

  Most of all, though, I feel a gaping hole in my heart.

  27

  Drake

  Lights are coming on in the Rome dusk as I rush over to Cinecittà to talk to Michael. I find him in a projection room with Clarissa, the film’s editor, going over the rushes from today’s shoot. When I walk in, Michael signals me to take a seat and I’m startled to see on screen my own naked body, grinding away on top of Siena. It’s a great shot and everything about it is sexy. I recognize it immediately as the last take we did, the one we all loved.

  “Yeah, keep that one,” Michael says to his assistant. Clarissa nods, then whispers something to Michael. “Of course. Hey Drake, there’s something you need to see,” he says, then barks out instructions to the projectionist, some local guy named Gianluca. The next shot I see was taken from the camera they had behind the headboard of the bed. I can see Siena’s naked body as I tie her other ankle to the bedpost, but it’s a very quick shot before they cut away to the close-up of her ankle being tied. That’s followed by a cut to a different version of that first shot, as I strip off my clothes. This time it’s cropped so that at the end of the bed I can be seen from the abs up as I look down on her naked form, which is not visible. It’s not a horrible shot, but not great either.

  “Yeah, so?” I ask, unsure of what Michael wants me to notice.

  Clarissa smiles at me, then says, “Forgive the intrusion into your privacy, Drake, but contrast that shot to this next one.” Again Michael calls out instructions, and a few seconds later the screen flickers again.

  It’s the same shot, but this time it’s a continuous uncropped version and I see everything that the camera recorded on-set. Beyond Siena’s tits you can see the mound of her pussy, though from this angle it’s actually a pretty chaste look. At the foot of the bed I spread her legs to tie the other ankle, with no break for the close-up. Instead the single shot continues as I stare lustfully between her legs. I continue looking at her naked body as I strip off my clothes, ending up totally naked myself, my cock hanging proudly in front of me.

  I stand there at the end of the bed, continuing to stare between Siena’s legs for a second or two before climbing up on top of her, an intense look on my face, and lowering myself to her. The screen fades to black and the lights come back on. Clarissa and Michael are both looking at me expectantly.

  “See?” Clarissa asks. Is it my imagination or is her face flushed?

  Michael chimes in. “Not just your nudity, but the entire shot, the intensity, the abject lust in it. And the fact that Drake Manning is naked is a major part of that.”

  “Let me see it again,” I say. The projectionist queues it up and I watch. The desire in the shot is palpable. I’ve seen a lot of movies over the years, but this is one of the steamiest scenes I’ve ever witnessed. It’s almost like I’m watching someone’s private sex tape. I imagine being a Drake Manning fan as I see myself strip on screen.

  When it’s over the lights come up again.

  “So fucking sexy,” Clarissa says.

  “It’s night and day,” Gianluca adds in heavily accented English.

  He’s absolutely right, you can’t even compare the shots. I’ve been in this business long enough to know that the second one is the kind of steamy shot people will talk about for years, like the famous Sharon Stone leg-crossing scene in Basic Instinct.

  “It’s utterly perfect, Drake,” Michael says. “It’s a shame we can’t use it.”

  I nod, then just as I’m about to tell him “too bad, a contract is a contract,” I remember Allie saying it was unfair that actresses were expected to do shots like that, but actors were nearly always exempt from the practice. I think about how brave Siena was in that scene, exposed as she was. Allie’s right, it really is absurd.

  I take a deep breath and give it one final thought.

  “You’re right,” I say. “I think that shot makes the movie. Let’s use it. If Siena’s okay with it, I’ll sign off on it.”

  Clarissa smiles. “Bravo for you. I’m proud of you, Drake. That’s some amazing work you two did today, and it shows in this shot.” Michael nods in agreement.

  I smirk. “Yeah, well that’s not all that shows. But if Siena can do it, so can I.”

  Michael still has con
cerns. “But your contract specifically states no full-frontal nudity.”

  “I’ll waive that clause. I can have Mason email the studio a revised version.”

  He smiles. “Thank you. You realize word will likely leak out ahead of time?”

  “Sure, but that will just mean more publicity and a bigger take at the box office,” I say. “That could be an off-the-record part of the PR campaign, to start rumors about the big sex scene in this movie. Two major stars, both totally naked, were they actually having sex, blah blah.”

  They all seem thrilled at the prospect. Great. That will make my request – the reason I came here to find them in the first place – that much harder to turn down.

  “In return, I have a favor to ask regarding the shooting schedule for the next few days.”

  They weren’t happy about it, but they granted my request. Michael said he could juggle the shooting schedule to give me the three days off I needed, and the producers okayed it. That was all I needed to hear, and now I’m on my jet somewhere over France en route to Los Angeles.

  Brian and Jerome were surprised to get a call from me, but they’re both troopers and cut their own Italian vacations short to fly me back. They’re both well aware that their big salaries and plentiful time off come with an obligation to be at my beck and call, ready to go anywhere at a whim.

  Once we’re airborne, Jerome comes back in the cabin to ask if everything’s okay. He and Brian know me well enough to know when something’s up. We spend an hour discussing my new relationship with Allie and what an idiot I was the night before I left for Rome, the night I fucked that Vanessa chick. Jerome is a sympathetic ear, and talking about the situation gives me some perspective and cements a few things in my mind, the most of important of which is driven home by his admission to a similar indiscretion in his past.