Filmmaking with Marcus Lee

Mr. Smithers had given Bria the address of Marcus Lee, the independent filmmaker. She had only met him once before, and he was a nice enough guy - late 20s, tall, black, fairly handsome with a big smile. He made Bria feel like she had a real chance as a star, so Bria jumped at the opportunity to appear in one of his movies.

Bria found herself standing in front of a rather run-down house in the ghetto area of downtown. She checked the address again to make sure she was at the correct place, and she found that this was, in fact, the address that Mr. Smithers had given her. She looked around at the nearby houses and saw that they were in a similar state of decay. There were a few black men on the streets, and they were all staring at her. She felt slightly underdressed, wearing a nice flowery top and a short denim skirt. Bria hurried to the front door and knocked when she saw one of the men approach her. Marcus Lee quickly answered the door and greeted the blonde with a big smile. "It's good to see you here, Bria," he said.

"Hi, Marcus," she said as she stepped inside. "Is this really where you live?"

"Oh, this run-down place?" Marcus said. "No, it's just for the movie. You know, realism and shit."

Bria laughed. "That's good to know! This place creeps me out a little bit!"

"Me too," Marcus said, taking a seat on an ugly, flower-covered couch. "Sit down, sit down."

Bria sat down next to the black man. "So, what are we doing today?"

"I thought we could run through some lines," Marcus explained. "I have a script here for you." Marcus reached down next to the couch and brought out a thick bound set of white papers. He handed it to Bria and then stood up and walked out of the room.

Bria took a quick look through the script, trying to find her lines. Marcus returned to the room with the camera and he proceeded to set it up. "Where are my lines?" Bria asked him.

Marcus stopped what he was doing and walked over and found the lines he had highlighted for Bria. She was playing the part of White Girl #2, and she had about ten lines. After Marcus had set up the camera, he had her read some lines while filming her. She read the lines as best as she could. They weren't very complex lines, and the character herself was not very complex.

After a few readings, Marcus stopped the camera and sat down next to her. "Bria, would you be comfortable doing nudity?"

Bria stared at the filmmaker with her big blue eyes. "I guess so...if it's necessary."

"A lot of really good actresses do nudity, and I think it would lend a lot of realism to the part."

"Okay, then," Bria said. "If you think it will help."

"I think it would help a lot," Marcus said, standing up and resuming his place behind the camera. "Pull down your top for me, please." Bria did as told, pulling down her top to flash her large, luscious white globes and big pink nipples. "Perfect," Marcus said as he continued to film. "Play with them a bit." Bria did so, tweaking her nipples and fondling her breasts.

Then Marcus walked over to the couch and sat down. "I have one more thing for you to do that would bring extra realism to the part." The man unzipped his pants and pulled out his large, thick, erect black cock.

Bria's eyes widened. "What do you want me to do with that?"

Marcus grinned as he wrapped his large black hand around his wide shaft. "What do you think? I want you to pleasure me. Trust me when I say this will help to achieve maximum realism. It's what real actresses do."

Bria kept her big blue eyes locked onto the hard black member and pondered her choices.