Give Her Some Time

Emma looks like she needs a while to cool off after her recent confrontation. Glancing down at the set, you see Emma discussing something with the director. Her body is angled away from the actor, who is still naked, and she seems to be deliberately ignoring him even as he taps her on the shoulder. The director glances over at the actor, but only speaks to Emma, and the actor shakes his head, moving away to a corner where his clothes sit in a pile.

Your eyes sweep the exits of the building - people are disassembling equipment and leaving the soundstage in small groups, and generally shutting down operations for the day. There are six flights of stairs that spiral downwards in different paths, and you identify the one that will let you intercept the male actor as he returns to his personal rooms to get his stuff.

An idea develops into a full plan as you notice all small details on the soundstage. If this works out, you’ll probably advance to a legendary status within the intelligence community, not that your reputation isn’t already impeccable.

One of the camera crews, leaving with the raw footage, are headed out from a side exit. You quietly tail them, blending in with the various other suits who are utilising the side chambers. You pick up your pace as they turn a tight corner, “accidentally” colliding with the bulky camera. As it clatters to the ground, your fingers swiftly unlatch the covering and remove the memory cards contained within. When you get up, the cards are palmed within your pocket and the camera itself looks no different from the outside.

“Here, I’ll get it,” you say, offering to lift up the camera yourself.

The crew looks at you in mild annoyance, but are relieved when the exterior and lens appear undamaged. Before they can get to checking for the memory cards, you’re off into the labyrinth of corridors, walking through dimly lit metal passageways towards the actor’s chambers.

You spy the one the room with the once naked male lead in it. He’s sitting at his desk, scribbling something into a notebook. The lock on the door softly clicks open with a few twists of a set of metal picks, and you push open the door. You confirm that this corridor is free of surveillance, both man and camera, and toss in a small EMP device.

It emits a pulse as you wait outside, breaking the cameras and other electronics within, as well as the lights. You dart into the dark room, identify the actor, and kick him once in the balls, really hard. His scream is muffled against your suit as you clutch him against your body, and then you break free after a couple of seconds, swiftly leaving the room and the actor’s moans.

With your phone, you begin drafting a message to one of your contacts, a lady with connections in the Hollywood industry, and begin to head to your safehouse.

The next day, as you’re driving back to the Studios, you receive a call. It’s the director of the film.

“How’s it going?” she asks. “Our male lead for the film was injured yesterday and he’ll be out for two days, but we need to shoot a sex scene from the back angle, no face included. We need to get the shot done by today to stay on schedule, and I was informed that you would be interested in the role, is that true?”

“Hmm…” you say thoughtfully, as if you were actually wondering. “That’s the one with Emma Rain in it, isn’t it?”

With her affirmation, you give your own.

“We have other actors coming in today as well, so we’ll see who will fit into the scene best with our other footage, and go with that. Unfortunately, it means you might not get to act.”

“Sure thing,” you say, “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Fantastic,” she says. “Meet me in my office.”

When you arrive at her office, you find it almost full. Three other guys of similar build to the actor are standing around, and then there’s you. The director is standing, surveying you with her assistants. You admired her curves yesterday, but today, the redhead’s ass really seems on display with the short skirt she wears.

The director and others in the room are surveying the four of you, and quietly discussing amongst themselves, while your eyes roam down to the director’s well toned ass. They tell all of you to strip down to your underpants, and you oblige, revealing your well toned body.

“I’ve come to a decision,” the director says.

Before she speaks, however, you interject.