Rough play and two headed dildo

As Melissa paged through the script, it became apparent that someone of importance had left it in the extra's room. There were notes and stage directions scribbled in the margins. Obviously someone had discarded it, since the universal belief was that the film wouldn't go on.

Melissa needed to change that.

Finally she came to the scene in question and started reading the action involving John Stone, two girls and a two-headed dildo. Several phrases jumped out at her...

"The girls share the dildo ass to ass."

"She gets fisted hard by her friend as John shoves his cock into her throat."

"She screams: HARDER! HARDER!"

"The girls share the dildo mouth to mouth."

"John cums in her ass, and her friend quickly cleans it out. They swap until their faces are covered."

And Melissa understood why the girls had quit. She understood why Tina didn't want any part of it. Then she noticed a note, scribbled in pencil on the side of the page.

"Dir LB thinks too tame. Need to spice up."

'Great' Melissa thought. Of all the things you could call the action she'd just read, 'too tame' wasn't one of them. On the contrary, this might be too much. She'd never get Alana or Sonia to agree to this. Hell, she wasn't sure she wanted to either, even if it came with the promise of John Stone.

Melissa's mind was a mess all the way home, unsure what to do, unsure how to do it. Part of her just wanted to drop it. It would be easy enough. Just stop and never have to worry about it again. Yet, part of her felt like she couldn't. Was she already so stuck in the porn mindset, after just one day on set?

Maybe, she thought, she'd just show it to Alana and Sonia in passing. Just get their eyes on it and see what they said. That couldn't hurt right? Maybe they'd surprise her.

Maybe she'd tell them that she had to recruit someone to fill the part or lose her grade. She didn't know if that was true, but it could be. That wouldn't make it a lie, right?

And maybe she'd tell them that she'd already done something similar to this on the first day of shooting. That it was fine, enjoyable even. That would be a lie. But if they agreed, and they shot the scene, then she would have done something like this. Then it would be a truth.

And maybe she'd erase the note that suggested that the scene wasn't nearly rough enough.

All that together could work... provided she even wanted it to. 'Deep breaths' she thought. 'Deep something else too maybe.'

"Absolutely not" Alana said, her wild hair falling in her pretty young face, shocked at what she was reading.

"I can't believe this is what they're making you do." Sonia echoed. "It's so demeaning." the light making her thick lipped grimace look even more severe against her ebony skin.

"It's really not that bad." Melissa said, feeling embarrassed for liking it, or pretending to like it.

"I'm sorry, they need to find a pro to do this, not you and certainly not me." Sonia continued. "I know I said I'd help, but we all have our limits."

"I'm sorry too." Alana added. "I know I said we'd do anything. I just didn't know that this counted as anything. I would never have guessed."

"And you should talk to this professor of yours." Sonia was angry. "It's not right that they have you doing this. Just the thought of it makes me sad for you."

"Really..." Melissa was quiet. "It's okay." And maybe it was just how outraged her friends were, but suddenly Melissa felt like it was okay, like it couldn't be that bad. She felt herself defending it. Not just out loud as a lie, but to herself in her own mind. 'Really it doesn't seem like that big of a deal' she thought. 'It's just sex play.'

But there was no point in going on. Sonia and Alana weren't game as suspected. "Let's just change the subject" Melissa said. And the three girls did just that, talking about their next gig. Talking about writing new music for Tie-Died Pussy. And all the while Melissa tried to clear thoughts of the porno out of her head.

It was done with. No more hope. Forget it. Move on.

Until late that night, when one of her friends called her with a confession. Her outrage was a lie. She was game.