Don't bother.

I froze for a moment, uncertain of what to do. Then, just...

{reveal "stood there."}{endreveal}

Nude scenes will always have other people on set. Sometimes many, depending on the scene. No need to be squeamish. That's all. It's not like I'm enjoying showing off for them. Teasing them. I mean... shit.

Yes. I am. Fuck.

When Tyler finally looked up and caught my eye I gave him a smile. "Hi! you must be Tyle-"

"Tyler the imbecile intern!" Terrance cuts in bellowing. "Can't you see this is a closed set?! You're nowhere to be found when I need you, and you annoy like gnat when I don't!"

Tyler the PA intern blanched under Terrance's outburst. He looks fresh-faced and young, maybe not even past 20, and rather nervous. "Um, Mr. Crane. I've been packing up the props from yesterday's shoot. Like you told me to. Then I received an email from the company that seemed kind of urgent."

"What. What could be so urgent so as to interrupt the most sensitive of creative projects?! Tell me what!"

"Apparently there's some issue with payment for studio space and time? They're saying some money didn't come through, I think. And asking that you sort it out. Demanding it, really."

"A clerical error. My process interrupted for a clerical error! It's nothing. You may go now."

Throughout this back and fourth, I'm still just standing around...

{reveal "casually, with tits out."}{endreveal}

I thrill in it a little every time one of them steals a glance. Which is often. Like Tyler is right now, an unsubtle lingering one, as he begins to speak.

"Right. Ok. But, um, Mr. Crane. Is there anything else I can help with? Like... lighting."

"The Lighting, which I've set up myself, is already impeccable. And this is a closed set! Resume disassembling yesterday's set and continue to do so until I say otherwise. Go!"

After he takes one last good look at my chest, I catch his eye. Feeling a touch mischievous, I give him a smile and a little wave. His cheeks burn crimson as he makes his exit.