The Movie Star's Sextape

by Brandy Blake

  She had to admit that she was at least a little relieved to know that, even if that relief didn’t make her feel any better about doing the tape in the first place.

  The foyer was almost fifteen feet tall, with a domed ceiling, in a circular shape with a large glass table in the center of it, where flowers spilled copiously out of a glass vase. There were velvet covered chairs stationed at two opposite points in the room, and across from the elevator doors was the double door that opened into the suite.

  Valerie tried to steady her nerves as she walked up to the door and knocked on it. She could hear voices inside of the room and she wondered with a twist in her stomach, just how many people would be there for the filming.

  The door opened and she found herself looking at a small wiry woman with her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, and a narrow pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose. She had a clipboard in one arm, and half of a headphone set nestled into one ear. She was wearing a navy suit jacket and skirt.

  She looked for one long second at Valerie and lifted her chin, speaking in a cool professional tone.

  “Valerie Martin?” she asked, looking as if she already knew the answer to her own question.

  Valerie nodded. “Yes… I guess this is the right place?” she asked, wishing she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt.

  The woman stepped backward and ushered her into the room. “Yes. Come in, sit in the living room. We’re preparing the bedroom for the scene. We’ll be out to get you when we’re ready. No coffee before, but you can have water if you want it. There’s a bathroom off of the living room. There’s wine and champagne at the bar if you feel like you need something to calm your nerves. My name is Evan. Let me know if you need anything.”

  With that she closed the door and turned on her heel, walking off toward what looked like it might be the bedroom. It was a set of double doors that opened off the living room, which was just beyond where she was standing.

  She could see a fireplace and a large screen television. She could also see a wet bar, two sofas, four chairs, a dining room off to one side with glass doors, and a balcony, and no other people around her, except for Tristan Dane, who was sitting on one of the sofas in the living room.

  He looked up at her and gave her a silent nod. She waved back subtly and stood still for a moment, hesitating before she walked toward the sofa across from him and sat down, not exactly facing him, but not turned away either.

  Neither one of them said anything for a minute, but instead looked around the room in silence. After an awkward minute, he looked back at her and she turned her head toward him.

  “So… you decided to go ahead and do the tape?” he asked, stating the obvious.

  She noticed that he sounded as nervous as she felt. She knew he was trying to be polite, but she couldn’t help but feel enormous pressure at the thought that in far too short a period of time, he was going to be having sex with her, and she couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

  “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said quietly, looking down at her hands and wishing that it wasn’t so strained between them.

  There was another long silence. Tristan, looking as if he was trying to ease the thick tension between them, cleared his throat.

  “I guess there’s wine and champagne in the bar for us. I know I could use a drink. What about you? May I get you anything to drink?”

  “It’s ten in the morning!” She blinked, looking at him in surprise.

  He pursed his lips as he looked back at her, unspeaking.

  “Champagne. I can toast the demise of my morality and hopefully the surge of my career that better come from doing this.” She tried to sound a little humorous, but it didn’t quite come out that way.

  She folded her hands, then unfolded them, then folded them once more as she watched Tristan get up from the sofa and walk over to the bar. The cork sounded like a gunshot going off when he uncorked the bottle, and she wished that it was something that could have taken her out right then. He poured them each a glass of champagne and then tucked the open bottle under his arm and walked back to her.

  “To your good health, and a bright new career,” he said with a half-smile.

  She took the flute gratefully from him, tipping it straight back and swallowing every drop in the glass before she set it down and inhaled a big breath. He stared at her with his glass of champagne in his hand, halfway to his mouth, and a smile slowly made its way over his face.

  Setting his glass back down on the table, he picked up the bottle and filled her glass again.

  “You seem to be as nervous about this as I am,” he said, filling her glass nearly full.

  She picked it up and began to sip it, instead of inhaling it.

  “I am more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life,” she answered, swallowing in small gulps. “You’re nervous?” She hadn’t considered that he might be nervous, too.

  He nodded. “Yeah, I am really nervous. In fact,” he hesitated and then sighed and shrugged, “I’m not even sure I’m going to be able to… make it happen.”

  She felt a wave of empathy for him then, realizing that it was just as taxing on him as it was on her. With a genuinely kind tone in her voice, she leaned toward him. “I’m so sorry. Here I was feeling so nervous myself that I never thought about what it might be like for you. I guess I just assumed that because you’re a guy and this is sex, that you would just be ready and do what you need to do. I never thought that it might be difficult for you to do this.”

  He shrugged. “Well, there you go. You hit it right on the head. I’m nervous as hell about this. I never do this kind of thing. Hell, I haven’t even had a girlfriend in almost a year. This wasn’t what I wanted to do, but… Al and my brother really convinced me that it’s just about the only way I’m going to give my career the push that it needs.” He looked concerned for a moment and held his hand up to Valerie. “Not that you’re not attractive and… desirable… you are, it’s just not my… not my kind of thing.” He finished his champagne and refilled his own glass.

  Valerie raised her eyebrows and nodded. “I know just what you mean. I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time either. Longer than you, to be honest. I didn’t want to do this, but I finally said yes for the same reasons that you did. I have to take my career to the next level, and fast, so I guess this is about the only really feasible way that’s going to happen.” She felt her cheeks warm slightly and smiled at him. “Not that you’re not attractive and desirable and everything.”

  Tristan laughed a little bit and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he took another drink of champagne.

  “So this really is just business for you, isn’t it?” she asked, tilting her head a little and eyeing him interestedly.

  He gave her a half smile and a nod. “Yeah, this is definitely all business for me.”

  “Me too.” Her heart was beginning to slow down a little. She felt as if she was talking to an ally; a friend, and it made her feel slightly more at ease. She thought about what he had told her about not knowing if he could physically make himself go through with it.

  “You know, this is just going to be another job for both of us. Just one day of work, and that’s it, and when it’s done we’ll both have a boost to our careers, and we’ll probably never even think about it again. I know we’re both nervous, but maybe if we look at it as just a one-day job, and think about the fact that it’s all going to be done by this afternoon, then maybe we won’t both feel so apprehensive.” She looked at him with an encouraging smile.

  He looked at her with a smile of gratitude. “You’re right! You’re absolutely right. It’s no big deal. It’s just business; that’s all. We’re just going to work together today and then when it’s done, we’ll just both walk away from it. People do it all the time. There’s really no reason for either of us to be nervous.

  “You’re a nice lady, I’m a nice guy, we’re just going to do this one job and in a few hours when it’s over, we’l
l be done and, truth be told, we probably won’t even run into each other ever again. Don’t you think?” he asked, feeling a little more confident about what was going to happen between them.

  Valerie nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re exactly right. I can’t imagine we’d ever run into each other again. We’re just going to do this one thing and then we’re done. That’s it. We’ll be so busy with our careers after this that we won’t see each other again. If you really think about it, I guess the real point of this whole thing is that we’re helping each other get ahead with our careers.” She gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back and held his glass of champagne out to her to toast her.

  “To furthering our careers,” he offered. She toasted him, and they drank together. Each of them had one more glass of champagne and both of them felt considerably more relaxed before Al and Evan walked into the room from the bedroom.

  “Alright, we’re ready. Evan, take Valerie into the bathroom and get her ready, Tristan, come into the bedroom. We’re going to get your hair and makeup prepped in there. Everybody go. We don’t have much time with the light we want to use through the windows. Go!” Al directed swiftly.

  Evan walked smartly into the bathroom, and Valerie followed close behind her. Without any kind of precedence, Evan had Valerie strip down, and pull on a light lavender matching set of lacy panties and a demi bra that gave her rounded breasts a bit of extra swell at the top.

  Over those, she had Valerie slip on a vanilla and lavender colored satin robe that only fell to her thighs. Evan then pinned Valerie’s long hair up loosely at the back of her head. Valerie had curled it at the ends as she had been instructed to do in the prep email for the shoot.

  Evan sprayed her lightly with a mist of perfume, and touched up her makeup a little. Then she opened the door and sent Valerie to the bedroom across the living room. Valerie’s heart began to pick up its pace again, and as she felt the nervousness come back to her, she tried to remind herself of everything that she and Tristan had just told each other.

  It was work. That’s all that it was. It was a job, and they were both doing it to help each other’s careers. They were going to breeze right through it, and then leave and that would be the last that they would probably ever see of each other. She promised herself that her career was going to take off because of it and she was going to have the money that she needed to help her grandmother.

  Thoughts of her grandmother entered her mind as she walked to the bedroom and she nearly turned around to leave right then, but she hesitated a few paces, and pushed every thought but those of her career out of her mind. She gave herself a silent mantra. It was work. That was all it was. It was a job. Just like it was a job for Tristan. It was something she was being paid to do that was going to make her famous. It was going to change her life for the better, and no matter what, it was just work.

  Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the door into the bedroom, and stopped right where she stood.

  The bedroom was enormous. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, and across from it was a massive television and entertainment center. To the far side was a mini bar and an enormous bathroom with a jetted tub. To the other side there was a wall of windows looking out onto the city and the mountains at one side, and the ocean on the other side.

  There were candles lit everywhere, and soft sensual music was playing around the room. The bed had satin sheets on it, and a pile of pillows at the headboard. There was a camera crew of two people at the side of the bed nearest the window, and Al was standing there talking with them. There was another man speaking with the camera crew, and Valerie had no idea who he might be.

  She saw Tristan standing beside the bed and her heart almost stopped in her chest. He was bare from the waist up, and his jeans, which had seemed so casual when they were out in the living room, were unbuttoned just enough to offer a hint of what was just beneath the parted material. Dark hair trailed from his chest down to his belly, and one line of it went further south from his belly button.

  His stomach was hard and sculpted, and as he stood there with thumbs slipped into his front pockets, she swore he could have just stepped off of the cover of a male modeling magazine. She lost her breath, and from the smoldering look on his face, she could see that he had lost his as well.

  It was the champagne, she told herself as she stood frozen to the spot. That’s what she was feeling. The champagne. Evan left her there and walked over to the crew and Al. They spoke a moment longer, and Valerie glanced over at them, wondering if they were all going to be in the room for the actual video.

  Her question was answered a minute later, and much to her relief, when Al and Evan came back to the door and Al stopped to speak to her.

  “That’s John over there. He’s the director. The other two are camera and sound guys. Do whatever they tell you to do. Give this your best. This is the rest of your career hinging on this video. Remember that. It’s all about your job, your future, and the money. Give this your best, and just forget that there’s a camera in the corner. Try to look like you’re having the time of your life.

  “Be natural. This isn’t a porn flick, it’s a video that you didn’t know was being made, so you can’t look at the camera, and you can’t act like anyone is watching, because as far as you’re concerned, it’s just you and Tristan doing what you two love to do, and that’s all that can be seen. Keep your head in the game. Just the two of you, and the bed, and that’s it. Don’t think about anything else, don’t look at anything but him. Now go to work.” He looked at her pointedly, and then he and Evan left the room and closed the door behind him.

  She looked at Tristan who was still staring at her as she stood there in her silken robe, and then she turned to look at John, whose face was pressed against the back of the camera.

  “Alright kids, get over to the foot of the bed. Tristan, we discussed what you’re going to be doing. Valerie, we’re taking it slow and easy on this. Take your time. Really get into it. You two are insatiably hungry for each other but you want to savor it and make it last. Let him turn you on. The clothes come off slow. The kissing and touching goes slow.

  “When you see the sign from me, remember not to look right at me, just know that it’s time for the magic to happen; he’s going to put on his condom, and then we’re going to get to the real business of it. Make it look as real as you can. You two should not be acting like this is the first time. Be exploratory with each other, be hungry, be passionate. Places!” he called out.

  Tristan walked around from the side of the bed toward Valerie, his eyes locked on her the entire time. With every step that he took, she felt her heart quicken, and her body begin to heat. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes narrow and sharp, and she wondered for a moment what had happened to the nervous man who had been out in the living room with her downing champagne.

  He reached her, and didn’t hesitate as he lifted his hands to her face, touching her jawline slowly and gently, tracing his fingertips over the lines of her face, finally resting his thumb on her lower lip, brushing it back and forth over the curve of it. His eyes were steady on hers, and his mouth was so close that she could feel his warm sweet breath on her skin. The music filled her ears, as did the rushing blood being pushed through her body by her swiftly beating heart.

  He reached one hand up to the fancy pin at the back of her head, sliding it carefully from the knot of curls, and her hair tumbled down her back, falling to her waist. She searched his eyes as she felt his fingers begin to move through the long locks, and with all of the courage in her, she brought her own hands up and rested them on his chest.

  The feel of his hot skin and his solid muscles beneath her fingers sent a jolt of electricity through her, but just as it registered throughout her body, she felt his hand close in her hair at the back of her neck, tipping her head backward a little as he leaned forward just enough to barely brush his lips over hers.

  She reacted, rather than thinking of anything, closing
her eyes as her lips parted and she breathed him in. He began to move his lips over hers lightly, in a teasing way, taking little tastes of her as he brought her close against him.

  She slid her hands up over his chest and around the back of his neck as he opened his mouth a little more and their tongues met just at the tip, testing a moment before his arms tightened around her and he closed his mouth over hers, twisting his tongue back and forth with hers.

  She closed her fingers tight on his shoulders and she heard him as he lost his breath at the feel of it, and an instant later, with his fist still in her hair at the back of her head, he pulled a little more, drawing her head backward and exposing her neck. His mouth left hers, and he took his time kissing her gently down her throat to the base of her neck.

  Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, her eyes still closed as he moved his hand from her face to her shoulder, peeling the silky robe off her, revealing only her shoulder and her arm as he began to kiss over the curve of it. She felt her cheeks warm and her breath grow thin as he pushed his fingers beneath the strap of her bra, sliding it off of her shoulder, kissing where the lace had just been.