Lights, camera, action!

You walk into the small bedroom and see the bed tilted up against the wall to make room for a small table with a mirror on the back and a stool in front of it. In the rear of the room, you can see a blonde woman picking things out of the closet and laying them out on another small white table.

The blonde pipes up.

"I have two outfits ready for you. The first is pretty simple winter wear and the second is the slutty lingerie for the majority of the film."

"Thanks!" You reply. You don't know the girl's name but assume she's a professional. "Where are the other props?"

"We made it simple," the blonde answers. If Greg has to get it, it's in the scriptwriter's room. If you need to get it, it's in here. The fewer takes the better we figure."

"Good idea," you smile. "You folks are thinking ahead."

"That's our job," she replies. She hands you a pair of jeans, a red turtleneck sweater, and a white t-shirt.

You strip down and put it all on. It feels pretty warm in the room with the heavy sweater on.

"Hopefully I get to change into the 'slutwear' pretty quick. I'm going to get overheated if I have to do any work in this."

"I expect the overheating part to come later," the blonde smirks as the makeup artist clears her throat.

You look over and Rocquelle ushers you to the stool.

"I've been asked to go for a 'bookish' look," Rocquelle muses as she ties your hair back. "This may be the first non-goth job I've done for the boss." She pulls out her brushes and starts working on your face.

"Don't mind me. I'll sit here and let you work. Make-overs are normally big bucks!" you try hard to giggle without moving your facial muscles too much.

Rocquelle moves to your forehead, "Nervous?"

"Yeah, just a bit. I haven't really done anything like this before. I mean I guess my job is the easiest here, the guys have to do the work."

"That's how I always imagined hetero sex was anyway," the black woman cracked. "Guys getting their rocks off while you look at your watch wondering when they'll be done!"

All three of you laugh, then you look at her in the mirror.

"Nah. Porn may make it look that way but most guys kinda want you to move a little. The magic is in the hips!" You wink getting a giggle from Rocquelle.

"Trust me, honey, my girlfriend knows all about hips!"

Then she moves on to your hair, first straightening it down your back a bit and using the curling iron to carefully put a bit of kink in it.

"So. Ummm I'm supposed to visit you after the first scene but before the second. Are you OK with that?" Rocquelle asks softly.

"I'm. . . willing to give it a try. I mean you should know how everything down there works better than any guy."

She laughs, "Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I'm pretty good at it. Besides, you smell fantastic, I bet you taste even better."

You giggle, "Well, that's the last thing I ever expected to hear from another woman!"

She finishes your hair and steps back, you can see a wide smile on her face.

"You look delicious, Simone!"

You admire the work in the mirror for a second and nod. Then you are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Five minutes!"

Rocquelle feathers your hair a tad with her fingers.

"Knock'em dead, honey. I'll see you in a couple," she gives you a sly smile as she opens the door for you. You smile back as you walk out and hear the door shut behind you.

The room looks different now. Gone are the two sofas and the white table has been replaced with a brown one. Now there are just a pair of leather recliners with a three-foot-tall brown leather ottoman in front of each positioned a few feet in front of the fire. It looks like they did some work on the windows because when you try to look out, they appear white and frosted over. Greg and Lon are standing in the middle of the room. Greg is wearing jeans and a red sweater but Lon is still in his khakis.

"Are you ready?" The director asks.

"I think I am. This is the first time I've acted in this sort of movie with a script."

He nods and sends the two of you outside. You stand next to Greg on the porch and await your cue.

"Nervous?" He asks.

"A bit but I think it'll be fine," you reply as the butterflies take wing around your stomach.

The director walks out and stands behind you.

"When I say go. Walk in and start. I'll go around and watch from the kitchen. After the first pan around the room, I'll slip in and watch from the corner behind cameraman number one. Don't worry if it seems like something might not be caught right on camera or anything. Keep acting unless I yell cut. We can fix a lot in editing later. Simone, if you say or yell 'key lime', everything stops."

"Understood!" Both of you say in unison.

"OK. Go!" he yells.

Greg wraps an arm around you opens the door and leads you inside.