Reconciliation

You decide to go chill in your dressing room, knowing that the crew would need some time to digest what they had just witnessed, and Marisa would have to recover. You get dressed back into your costume before you start playing a game on your phone on the recliner chair in your dressing room, eventually falling asleep.

You're not sure how long it has been when you wake up, but you can hear loud voices outside, though not directly outside your door. One belongs to Marisa, another to the director, and you can't tell who the other voices are. You can't make out what they're saying, but some pretty harsh words are exchanged and it sounds heated. Your first instinct is to reach down to your pants and feel your erection. It seems you were out long enough for your cock to fully recover, and it's raring to go again.

You notice that it's been quiet outside for a while and you're about to get up when there's a knock on your door.

"Who is it?" you shout.

"It's..." the person pauses, but you recognize her voice already. "...Marisa."

"Come in!" you respond, already grinning to yourself.

The door opens wide and Marisa steps in. A few of the crew walk by outside, though none pay attention to Marisa or you, and it seems like they're getting busy and ready to shoot again. Marisa's make up is all reapplied and she's back in her biker costume. She doesn't look happy, but she's not angry either. She seems rather subdued.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey."

"Listen," she says softly, taking one step closer, but stopping there, "I'm... I need this job."

"You're a beautiful model and actress, I'm sure you have many options."

"No... I mean, I'm too old for runways and this is my first acting job in years. And..."

"And?" you ask.

"And I'm going through a divorce. My husband cheated on me numerous times and gambled all our money away... So, I really, really need this job," Marisa begs you.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"The director and studio execs told me they're not pleased with me, and they're not happy that I'm fighting with you. They say I need to make sure you want me here, or I'm gone. Please?" Marisa even manages a smile and you can tell that she's speaking the truth.

"Well...."

"Please..."

"Okay, I'll tell them to keep you on, if-"

"Thanks!"

"Let me finish, IF you hit the next take out of the park," you say.

"Same scene, but you want me to be the aggressor?" Marisa asks, remembering what you had said at the end of the scene.

"Yup."

Marisa takes a deep breath and nods with a newfound determination. "Okay."

"You know you're gonna have to-"

"I got it. Trust me," Marisa says with a gulp. "Um, the director said he's ready when you are."

"Great, let's go see what you've got."