Jessica Chastain Reshoots: Miss Sloane

"You have an interview with Bloomberg at 1 PM, followed by an executive meeting at 2. Oh, and a doctor's appointment at 3:30."

"Great! Thanks, Lezzie."

She used to be considered a prodigy of political strategy. But as she followed her protégé turned boss, the former Miss Elizabeth Sloane felt nothing but shame and defeat. Her cheap business suit did nothing to cover the stench of failure - otherwise known as sex and sweat - coming from beneath its layers. This was her job now. To consult Miss Molloy's calendar through her phone, take notes, tend to her needs, and certain... other... duties as assigned.

And this was only her first day. Entering behind Jane, she glanced up and froze in horror at a group of people she once considered her employees. As her boss introduced her.

"Hi everyone!" Jane said. "I'd like you to meet my new secretary, Lezzie Slut. And yes, I can assure you she more than lives up to her name."

A few chuckles in the room brought up an unfamiliar hot blush from beneath Lezzie's blush. Disallowed any right to speak on her own behalf, she shifted uncomfortably before their judging eyes while Jane continued.

"You might remember her from the Heaton-Harris bill. Well, it turns out that Cole Kravitz & Waterman was able to secure her on a special work release program with very special conditions. George Dupont wants us to take full advantage of the situation, if you get my meaning."

That was her cue. Unbuttoning her shirt, Lezzie pulled it off along with her tacky black jacket and threw them into the corner. A flash of her old bitchy self emerged in the form of a glare at their pleased smiles, before she remembered her place - and took it, by dropping her pants and bending over at the table. Her hands pressed against its edge. She could hear her boss moving into position. Even the light flop of what she dreaded coming out. Then a few seconds later, she winced as Jane rammed all twelve inches into her uptight ass.

"Since she's a new hire, the board wants us to really break in Miss Slut. Show her the ropes."

With each thrust, Lezzie's hair bounced into a wild frizz. She grunted, peering through it as Jane snapped her bra, and two men bound her wrists and ankles to the spot. Hands snuck in and pinched her fragile nipples. But despite how humiliating and painful this was, it didn't compare to what she would have to say next.

"Miss Slut, time to find out what you've learned. Tell us the first rule of lobbying."

"Lobbying is- ungh- about foresight. Anticipating your opponent's mo-OOVes and... deVISing... countermeasures."

Lezzie gasped. This didn't compare to any of the male escorts she hired in her prime. And she hated to admit it, but this kind of turned her on. Not that she had any way of knowing they had replaced her uppers with the latest female sex ****.

"And how did you fail, Miss Slut?"

"By... by being a stupid bitch."

"LOUDER!"

"By thinking- AGH!- in months and not years!"

"That's right. We got your ass the moment you landed it in a jail cell."

"Aaaaand cut!"

"How'd I do? Did it go right that time?" a grinning Alison Pill asked.

"You were perfect," the director said. "It's Miss Slut we have a problem with. She keeps fucking up her lines."

"FUCK!" Jessica Chastain bellowed. She would have slammed her fist on the table if she could. In her prone condition, she settled for doing it with her forehead. "That's seven takes already. SEVEN. Do you know how much it hurts?"

"Maybe if you'd taken your guidelines for prep seriously, it wouldn't hurt at all."

Except she had! Jessica had a drawer full of ever-bigger dildos back at her shitty apartment to prove it. She glared over her shoulder at Alison, who seemed a little too happy to play her part. From 34 to 42, the eight year age gap between them that should have commanded some respect as actresses dissolved the moment Jessica found herself naked and bent over in take 1.

Made more apparent when Alison slapped her bare ass. "I bet it's the butt sex. She's never had to take it like this while saying her lines.

"I'm right here you know," Jessica reminded. This got her a sharp tug on her hair, and a playful growl in her ear.

"Speak when spoken to, Miss Slut," Alison commanded, and released. Then turned her attention back to the director. "So here's what I'm thinking. Instead of wasting film because Jessica can't act, we'll take the rest of the day to rehearse. I'll have her ready by tomorrow morning."

The director stopped to consider, briefly, before answering. "Well... okay. If you're willing to take her under your wing, I can't say no to that. We'll be back bright and early to see if any of your talent's rubbed off on her."

As the crew and other cast started to disperse, Jessica dreaded the mischievous smirk forming on her younger co-star's lips.