Set Days Pt. 6

The week that followed was a whirlwind for Jazmine. Each day on set was demanding, but it was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her mind. The film’s production was in full swing, and every scene required her full attention and energy. The director was constantly pushing her to deliver more intensity, more emotion, and she found herself digging deep to give everything she had.

During the days she wasn't shooting, Jazmine stayed busy with various activities. Henrik was always in her ear, reminding her about the importance of staying relevant and visible. The Pantene ad was still making waves, and Jazmine's followers were loving every post she made about it. She spent hours perfecting each shot, crafting the perfect captions, and engaging with her fans.

Kyle was a constant presence, both on set and off. Their interactions had a strange mix of professional and personal, often blurring the lines between the two. Kyle’s egotistical frat-boy persona grated on her nerves at times, but she **** herself to overlook it. She needed him to maintain her position in the industry. Their moments of intimacy were often hurried and secretive. One particular instance stood out in her mind.

It was after a long day on set. Jazmine was wearing a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with stiletto heels that made her legs look endless. They had wrapped up the shoot late, and as the crew packed up, Kyle had pulled her aside.

“Hey, come with me for a minute,” he said, his hand firmly on her lower back guiding her towards his car.

She had followed him without question, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Once they were inside his car, parked in a secluded part of the lot, he wasted no time. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer.

“Kyle, we shouldn’t—” she started to protest, but his lips were on hers, silencing her. She melted into the kiss, but her resolve didn't crumble. She had been in this type of situation enough times to not flinch anymore.

As his hand moved to unzip his pants, she knew what was coming. She slipped her hand inside, feeling him hard and ready. Her movements were practiced, fluid, as she stroked him, with Kyle's hand moving to her chest, squeezing her breast through the fabric of her dress.

“Fuck, Jazmine,” Kyle groaned, his head falling back against the seat. “You know just how to touch me.”

She bit her lip, something she remembered from having to watch hours and hours of porn some time ago. Her hand moved faster, and she could feel him getting close. She didn’t stop until he shuddered, his release spilling over her hand, the warm sticky seed coating it in white. She wiped her hand on a tissue, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.

“Thanks, babe,” Kyle said, his voice breathless. “You’re the best.”

She **** a smile, but her mind was elsewhere. This wasn’t the first time they had done something like this, and she doubted it would be the last.

Back at home, sometimes the exhaustion would catch up to her. She would retreat to her room, her sanctuary, and use the dildo to relieve the pent-up tension. The feel of the silicone inside her FemmePro gave her some semblance of release, a way to channel the stress and frustration. She would moan softly, her movements slow and deliberate, as she tried to find some peace in the chaos of her life.

One day on set, she was introduced to Jared Anderson, a new addition to the cast. Jared was a small character in the film, but seeing him was like a punch to the gut. They had been roommates once, back when she was still Jackson Steele. They had both been struggling actors, full of dreams and ambitions.

“Hey, Jazmine,” Jared said, extending a hand. “I’m Jared. Looking forward to working with you.”

She took his hand, her mind reeling. “Nice to meet you, Jared. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Jazmine couldn’t help but think about their past. Late nights talking about their big breaks, the cheap takeout meals, the relentless auditions. Jackson and Jared had been like brothers. But then, Jackson decided to move out to a cheaper place, and that was the last she had seen of him. Now, Jared was staring at Jazmine without a hint of recognition.

It was surreal. The transformation had been so complete that not even someone who had known her so intimately recognized her now. It was both a triumph and a tragedy.

The days passed in a blur of work and social obligations. The Pantene ad was a huge success, and Jazmine’s social media presence was at an all-time high. She engaged with fans, posted updates, and basked in the attention.

By the end of the week, she was drained. It was Saturday night, and she was finally able to relax. She changed into something comfortable – silky pink lingere that was both cute and sexy. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders, and she had just completed her intense skincare routine for her face.

She lay in bed, her phone in hand, scrolling through her Instagram feed. The Pantene ad posts were everywhere, her face beaming back at her from countless screens. She clicked on one of the posts, watching the video play out – her hair shining, her smile radiant. The comments were overwhelmingly positive, praising her beauty and elegance.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she read through the comments. Despite everything, this was a moment of triumph. She had made it this far, and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her. She had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let doubts and regrets hold her back.

She thought about the past week, about her interactions with Kyle, her encounter with Jared, and the relentless pace of her life. It was exhausting, but it was also exhilarating.

She was Jazmine Jade, and she was going to conquer this industry for Jackson Steele, no matter what it took.

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Jazmine stood in front of her vanity, meticulously applying the finishing touches to her makeup. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her face. She dipped her brush into the highlighter, sweeping it across her cheekbones and down the bridge of her nose, giving her skin a radiant, dewy finish. She picked up her favorite nude lipstick, carefully applying it to her lips, then added a touch of gloss for a plump, kissable effect.

She stepped back to admire her work. Her eyes, accentuated with a subtle cat-eye liner and volumizing mascara, sparkled with an inner confidence. Her brows were perfectly shaped, filled in with precision to frame her face. Her hair, styled in loose waves, cascaded down her shoulders, adding a touch of effortless glamour to her look.

"Perfect," she whispered to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

She turned her attention to her outfit. Today, she had opted for something bold yet feminine—a pastel pink jumpsuit with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her curves and cinched at the waist with a delicate ribbon belt. The jumpsuit flared out into wide-legged pants, giving her an elegant silhouette. Underneath, she wore a lacy white bra that peeked out just enough to add a hint of allure without being overt. Matching lace panties completed the ensemble, making her feel sexy and confident from the inside out.

Her accessories were carefully chosen to complement her outfit. She slipped on a pair of nude stiletto heels, their sleek design elongating her legs. Around her neck, she wore a delicate gold necklace with a small pendant that rested just above her cleavage. A pair of gold hoop earrings and a stack of thin bracelets on her wrist added the finishing touches.

As she looked at her reflection, Jazmine felt a surge of pride. She had come so far, transforming from Jackson Steele into Jazmine Jade, and every detail of her appearance was a testament to that journey. Today was another day on set, and she was ready to give it her all.

The scene they were shooting today was pivotal in the rom-com she was starring in. It was a lighthearted moment, filled with humor and charm, where her character finally mustered the courage to ask out the love interest, played by Kyle. The scene involved a playful back-and-forth as they navigated a series of comical misunderstandings, culminating in a sweet, heartfelt confession.

Jazmine's mind raced with thoughts about the day ahead. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This scene was crucial for her character's development, and she wanted to make sure she nailed it. Despite the underlying tension with Kyle, she was determined to keep things professional and deliver a performance that would resonate with the audience.

As she gathered her things, she couldn't help but reflect on the past week's events. The encounter with Preston, the intimate moments with Kyle, the introduction of Jared—it all weighed heavily on her mind. But she knew she had to compartmentalize her feelings and focus on the task at hand.

"Showtime," she murmured to herself as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

The drive to the set was uneventful, giving her time to mentally prepare. When she arrived, she was greeted by the bustling energy of the crew setting up for the day's shoot. She exchanged pleasantries with the makeup artists and wardrobe assistants, who fussed over her final look, making sure every detail was perfect. As she waited for her cue, she spotted Kyle across the lot, chatting animatedly with one of the crew members.

Jazmine walked into the makeup trailer, feeling the cool rush of air conditioning against her skin. The space was a flurry of activity, with makeup artists and hairstylists bustling about, preparing for the day's shoot. She sat down at her vanity, the bright lights illuminating her face as she pulled out her makeup bag to make a few final adjustments.

One of the makeup artists, Tasha, approached her, eyes widening as she took in Jazmine's already perfect makeup. "Wow, girl! You nailed it. We barely have to touch a thing," she exclaimed, reaching out to lightly blend a spot of highlighter.

Jazmine smiled, feeling a surge of pride. "Thanks, Tasha. I wanted to make sure I was camera-ready."

"You definitely are," Tasha said, stepping back to admire her work. "We'll just set it with some powder and you'll be good to go."

After a quick touch-up, Jazmine headed to the wardrobe trailer, where another whirlwind of activity greeted her. The head wardrobe stylist, Linda, was waiting with a rack of clothes. "Morning, Jazmine! We have a fantastic outfit for you today," she said, pulling out a hanger with a sleek, chic ensemble.

They had a floral crop top that accentuated her shoulders and collarbones, paired with high-waisted, wide-leg pants in a soft pastel shade. The outfit was both playful and sophisticated, perfect for the romantic comedy scene they were shooting.

"Let's see what you're wearing underneath," Linda said, with a hint of a smile.

Jazmine blushed slightly as she lowered her top to reveal the lacy white bralette. Linda nodded approvingly. "Perfect, you can keep that. It's delicate enough not to show through the top. Now, let's get you into these pants."

She stepped into the pants, feeling the luxurious fabric slide over her skin. They fit her perfectly, hugging her waist and flowing down to her ankles. Linda handed her the pair of nude heels she was wearing, which she slipped on, completing the look.

"You're a vision," Linda said, giving her a once-over. "This is going to look amazing on camera."

Jazmine twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the outfit. It was stylish, feminine, and made her feel confident and beautiful. She felt ready to take on the world—or at least, the day's shoot.

As she made her way to the set, the director, Mark, greeted her with a warm smile. "Looking fantastic, Jazmine. Let's get you into position for the first scene."

The set was bustling with activity, crew members adjusting lights and cameras, setting up props, and going over last-minute details. Jazmine took her place, running through her lines in her head. This scene was crucial—a comedic yet heartfelt moment where her character finally confesses her feelings to the love interest.

"Alright, places everyone!" Mark called out. "And... action!"

Jazmine slipped into character effortlessly. Her co-star delivered his lines with perfect timing, and they bounced off each other's energy, creating a playful and engaging dynamic. The cameras rolled, capturing every glance, every gesture, every nuanced expression.

"Cut! That was great, but let's try it again with a bit more intensity on that last line, Jazmine," Mark directed.

They ran through the scene several more times, each take better than the last. Jazmine felt herself becoming more and more immersed in the character, losing herself in the moment. The chemistry between her and her co-star was palpable, and the scene flowed with a natural ease.

"Perfect! That's a wrap for this scene," Mark announced, looking pleased. "Great job, everyone."

Jazmine felt a rush of satisfaction as the crew began to break down the set for the next scene. She made her way back to her trailer, her mind buzzing with the adrenaline of the performance.

Jazmine remained in her chic outfit, feeling the confidence radiate through her as she prepared for the next scene. This one was pivotal, a comedic yet heartfelt moment where her character would finally confess her feelings to Kyle's character.

"Alright, everyone, let's get ready for the next setup!" Mark called out, his voice cutting through the chatter on set.

Jazmine walked over to her mark, shaking off any remaining nerves. She spotted Kyle, already in position, a cocky grin on his face. He was good-looking in that frat boy way, with a chiseled jawline and perfectly styled hair. His outfit mirrored the casual vibe of their characters' on-screen relationship—a fitted t-shirt and jeans that showed off his muscular frame.

"Ready to nail this?" Kyle asked, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Of course," Jazmine replied, rolling her eyes playfully. She had to remind herself to stay in character, to channel the emotions of the scene.

"And... action!" Mark's voice rang out, signaling the start of the scene.

Jazmine's character, nerves barely concealed, approached Kyle's character. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she began her lines.

"I... I've been thinking a lot about us," she said, her eyes locking with his. "And I can't keep pretending anymore."

Kyle's character looked at her, a mix of confusion and intrigue. "Pretending? What do you mean?"

"I mean, I like you. A lot. And I can't keep acting like I don't," she confessed, her voice gaining strength. "So, I'm just going to say it. Do you want to go out with me?"

There was a beat of silence, the tension hanging in the air. Then, Kyle's character broke into a wide grin. "You know what? I was wondering when you'd ask. Of course, I'd love to."

Jazmine's character exhaled in relief, her smile bright and genuine. The scene was lighthearted and filled with chemistry, their exchange fluid and natural.

"And... cut! That was fantastic!" Mark said, clapping his hands together. "Let's get ready for the final scene of the day."

They walked off the set together, heading back to their respective vanities. Jazmine’s mind was still buzzing from the scene. Acting alongside Kyle always brought out her best performance, even if his off-screen personality left much to be desired.

She reached her vanity and sat down, looking at herself in the mirror. The makeup team had done an incredible job, but she couldn’t help but notice the slight flush in her cheeks – a remnant of the intense emotions from the scene.

Her phone buzzed, and she saw a message from Clea. “Great job today! One more scene to go. You’re killing it!”

As she waited for the final scene to be set up, she took a moment to reflect. This week had been a whirlwind of emotions and challenges, but it was all worth it. She was living her dream, even if it came with its share of sacrifices and compromises.

Later, Jazmine sat alone in her vanity van, trying to gather her thoughts after the intense scene she had just shot with Kyle. She admired her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her crop top. The outfit made her feel both chic and comfortable. Underneath, the FemmePro prosthetic was snugly in place, completing the illusion she had painstakingly maintained.

The door to the van creaked open, and Kyle sauntered in with that characteristic fratboy swagger. "Hey, babe," he greeted, closing the door behind him.

Jazmine **** a smile, slipping into her practiced role. "Hey, you," she replied, her voice tinged with the sweetness she had perfected.

Kyle dropped onto the small couch opposite her, his eyes lingering on her body. "That scene was amazing. It felt so real, like you were actually asking me out," he said, his tone dripping with ego.

Jazmine chuckled lightly, playing along. "Yeah, it did feel pretty real."

Kyle leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "I mean it, Jazmine. Maybe we should make it real. What do you think?"

Jazmine's heart skipped a beat. She had dreaded this moment but knew it was inevitable. "You want to make it official?" she asked, feigning excitement.

"Yeah, let's do it," Kyle said, a genuine smile breaking through his cocky exterior.

"Okay, we're official," Jazmine said, her stomach twisting as she **** herself to sound happy.

Kyle stood up, crossing the small space between them and pulling her into a kiss. His lips were aggressive and demanding, and she responded with just enough enthusiasm to satisfy him. It took everything she had to pull away, mindful of her makeup and the shoot still ahead.

"Don't ruin my makeup," she said with a playful laugh, trying to keep things light.

Kyle smirked, his hands already wandering over her body, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her crop top. "Can't help it. You drive me crazy," he murmured against her neck.

Jazmine shivered, her mind racing. She had to keep up the act, had to be the perfect girlfriend. She leaned into his touch, letting out a soft moan. "You always know how to get me going," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Kyle's hands moved lower, lifting the hem of her pants and sliding underneath to caress her thighs. "I want you, Jazmine. Right now," he growled, his breath hot against her skin.

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest. She knew what he wanted, and she knew she had to give it to him. She spread her legs slightly, giving him better access. "Then take me," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

Kyle's fingers brushed over the FemmePro, the hyperrealistic prosthetic that concealed her true self. He teased her entrance, rubbing in quick, rough circles that she couldn't actually feel. Jazmine let out a gasp, as she bucked her hips to play the part. "Kyle," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation, even though the sensation was muted and foreign to her. She tried to focus on the sounds she was making, hoping they sounded convincing enough.

Kyle's other hand fumbled with his pants, freeing his erection. He guided himself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. "You ready for me, babe?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes," Jazmine breathed, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to get into the moment, even though it felt like she was floating outside of her own body, watching this all happen.

He thrust into her with one swift motion, filling her completely. Jazmine bit her lip, something she learned was an easy way to convince a man. The pain and pleasure was mixing into a confusing cocktail of sensations, as she felt the muted pleasure of the FemmePro against her real body. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of real and fake that she was still struggling to get used to.

Kyle's pace was relentless, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure and guilt. "Oh, fuck, Kyle," she gasped, her voice breaking. She hated how her body reacted, how it betrayed her by finding some semblance of pleasure in this.

He pounded into her, his grunts and moans filling the small space of the vanity van. Jazmine's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She thought about her career, the sacrifices she had made, the person she had become. She thought about Kyle and how she had **** herself to see him in a positive light, ignoring his flaws and shortcomings. She thought about the life she had left behind, the person she used to be.

"Kyle," she gasped, trying to focus on the here and now, trying to be present in the moment. "You feel so good." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but she knew they were necessary.

"Jazmine, I'm close," Kyle panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He was lost in his own pleasure, oblivious to the turmoil in her mind.

"Me too," she lied, knowing she needed to end this soon. "Cum for me, Kyle." She knew how to say the right things, knew how to push him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Kyle shuddered, spilling into her. Jazmine held him tight as she felt empty, used, but she knew this was part of the game. Part of the price she had to pay. She tried to focus on the feeling of his weight on top of her, the heat of his body, trying to find something real in all of this.

Kyle didn't pull out right away, instead, he stayed inside her for a few moments, catching his breath. Jazmine stared at the ceiling, her mind blank, just waiting for it to be over. Finally, he pulled out and fixed his pants, giving her a satisfied grin. "You're amazing, babe," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Thanks," Jazmine replied, forcing a smile. "You're not so bad yourself." She pushed herself up on her elbows, watching as he adjusted his clothes, trying to keep the facade of normalcy.

He chuckled, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "We should get back to set. Don't want to keep them waiting."

Jazmine nodded, adjusting her crop top and fixing her hair in the mirror. "Yeah, let's go." She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the rest of the day, knowing she had to keep going, keep playing her part.

As they left the van, Jazmine took a deep breath, steeling herself for the final scene of the day. She could do this. She had to do this. For her career, for her future, for the dream she was chasing.

But as they walked back to the set, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing a piece of herself with each passing day.

"Alright, final scene setup!" Mark's voice boomed again. Jazmine took a deep breath, readying herself for the last stretch of the day.

The final scene was more light-hearted, a playful banter between their characters at a park. Jazmine and Kyle walked onto the set, a beautiful backdrop of trees and a fountain behind them. The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. They settled into their positions, the camera crew adjusting the angles and lighting.

"And... action!"

Their characters strolled through the park, laughing and joking. Jazmine's character playfully shoved Kyle's, her laughter ringing out. "You know, I can't believe you thought I was serious when I said I didn't like ice cream."

"Well, you were very convincing," Kyle's character shot back, smirking. "But I knew there was no way someone as sweet as you didn't have a sweet tooth."

Jazmine's character rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. "Okay, Mr. Smooth Talker. But next time, the ice cream's on you."

"You got it," he replied, his tone softer. "Anything for you."

The scene continued, their characters' chemistry palpable and natural. They bantered back and forth, Jazmine's character teasing Kyle's about his choice of toppings while he defended his beloved sprinkles. The director, Mark, watched with a satisfied expression, nodding at the monitor as the scene unfolded.

As they reached a bench, Kyle's character took Jazmine's hand, pulling her to sit beside him. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a tender whisper, "I never thought I'd meet someone like you."

Jazmine's character blushed, looking down at their intertwined hands. "Well, you have a way of surprising people."

Kyle's character leaned in, his eyes locked onto hers. "So, how about we make this official? You and me, what do you say?"

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest, not just from the script, but from the intensity of Kyle's gaze. She smiled, her character's nerves mirroring her own. "I say yes," she whispered, her voice filled with a blend of excitement and trepidation.

"And... cut! That's a wrap for today, folks!" Mark announced, a satisfied grin on his face. "Fantastic work, everyone."

Jazmine and Kyle shared a quick hug, the energy between them still buzzing. She felt a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration as she headed back to her vanity to change out of her outfit. The crew was bustling around, packing up equipment and chatting about the day's shoot.

"Great job today, Jazmine," Linda said, helping her out of the wide-leg pants. "You really brought the character to life."

"Thanks, Linda. It felt really good," Jazmine replied, slipping into her jumpsuit from earlier in the day. She glanced at herself in the mirror, the lingering traces of her character's emotions still reflected in her eyes.

As she walked out of the trailer, the sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the set. Jazmine felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing she had given her all. She headed to her car, ready to unwind and reflect on the day's work.

Driving home with Clea, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She thought about her journey, the sacrifices, and the moments of doubt. But most of all, she felt a sense of pride. She was Jazmine Jade, and she was making her mark in the world.

"You were amazing today," Clea said, glancing over at Jazmine. "That final scene had so much heart. You really nailed it."

"Thanks, Clea," Jazmine replied, smiling.

"Yeah, your real-life romance definitely shows on screen," Clea agreed. "And off-screen too, from what I can tell," she added with a knowing smirk.

Jazmine chuckled, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

As they drove through the city, Jazmine's thoughts wandered to the earlier encounter with Kyle in the vanity van. The way his hands had roamed her body, the feeling of him inside her. She felt a mix of emotions—confusion, guilt, a strange sense of power. She could still feel the lingering effects, the slight wetness between her legs. She knew her panties were soaked with his cum, and the thought made her stomach churn.

She had **** herself to enjoy it, to find some semblance of pleasure in the act. But deep down, she knew it was just another part of the facade she had built around herself. A necessary part of playing the role of Jazmine Jade, both on and off the screen.

When she finally got home, she slipped into her comfortable loungewear—a soft, lavender camisole and matching shorts. She lay on her bed, scrolling through her phone, reflecting on the day's events. The Pantene ad was still getting a lot of attention, and she couldn't help but smile at the positive comments. It was a small comfort in the midst of the chaos that was her life.

As she drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of peace. Despite the challenges, she was living her dream. And tomorrow, she would continue to chase it, one step at a time.