7. Maggie Gyllenhaal helps Jake with a risque scene.

The clock switched over to 4am. Jake Gyllenhall sat at his desk, going over the script. The pivotal scene was being shot tomorrow and he was in trouble. He read the lines over and over but it didn't matter. He didn't have a handle on the character. His delivery was no good. Jake paced around the room. He knew he needed help and he knew who's help he needed, but it was late. Taking a chance, Jake grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" a groggy voice answered.

"Hi Maggie, it's Jake."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes it's fine. It's just..." Jake was apprehensive. He knew that his sister's husband and baby were back in L.A. but still felt guilty about waking her. "Well I need help...bad. And you're the best actor I know." He could sense Maggie slightly flattered on the other side of the line.

"I'll be there in a few minutes." She answered and hung up. Jake went into his living room and turned on the light. He looked down at himself. He had been trying to read his lines since just before bed and was still wearing only a pair of boxers. He grabbed a robe and threw it on. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang. Maggie was dressed in a man's dress shirt. Only the bottom three buttons were fastened, leaving a large amount of the middle of her chest exposed. It was obvious that she had not thrown on a bra. She had also slipped on a pair of jeans and Jake assumed, only for a second, that she hadn't put on any panties either.

Despite the hour she was luminous. She was happy to help. Her wavy black hair was disshevvled but here eyes glowed and she smiled upon seeing her brother. They hugged and exchanged "hello's." Jake apologized for waking her, and she told him not to worry. Quickly, though they were sitting at the kitchen table, script spread out between them, ready to rehears.

"Okay, let's hear what you've got," said Maggie. Jake took a deep breath and began to read.

"You....don't....love....me....anymore..... You've....never...." he glanced up at Maggie in time to see her wince.

"What the hell is that?" she asked. Jake pointed to the screenplay.

"Take a look, my character is giving this monologue to his girlfriend as she's going down on him."

"Well look at that, Jakey is doing something sexy for a change," snickered Maggie. Jake rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Well you're the expert on sex scenes. Help me out a little." Jake looked at Maggie with **** eyes. She knew what he knew. This was a great part, and he had to nail it. She asked him to read it again, and again he read poorly.

For about an hour it continued. Maggie gave pointers and Jake read the lines horribly. She had never seen her brother in so much trouble. She had never seen him so unable to focus.

"Okay," she said. "Close your eyes." Jake did so. "Just relax," Maggie insisted, "let all your nerves fall aside. Take a deep breath.... and read." Immerssed in darkness Jake took a breath and began to read.

"Every day I pretend. I lie and I cheat, and it's for your sake. But face it......" Jake felt hands tugging on the bottom of his boxers, slowly sliding them down. He tried to remain calm as he felt the air hit his exposed cock making it harden up a bit. "You don't love me anymore...." He felt a hand wrap itself fully around his cock and lift it. He felt a warm, most tongue lick the line of his scrotum. Jake bit his lip and continued reading. "You've never loved me..." A pair of wet lips wrapped themselves around his right testicle pulling on it, making a loud slurping sound. A toungue swirled over it. Very quickly Jake's cock was hard, huge, and throbbing underneath Maggie's grasp. He took another breath and continued to read...