Television heroine.

Lynda had had a very long day on set, but was doing her best to keep a positive attitude. There was a chill in the air, and even though she’d spent at least the last twenty minutes running back and forth she felt cold. The Wonder Woman outfit wasn’t exactly made for warmth, but there was just enough reinforcement in the bust the it prevented the crew from seeing how rock hard her nipples were at the moment.

“All right, Lynda honey, one more time, and we should get the take perfect this time. Make sure you toss your head a bit, as we really want to see that beautiful black hair tossing in the wind, okay?” The director cooed.

“Sure Al, whatever you say.” Lynda replied as she stood on her mark and got into position. The take was another of the fairly numerous and obligatory shots of her running from one location to another in pursuit of that episodes villain. It was also a great excuse for all of the male crew (and a few of the girls) to ogle her body as she ran. The uniform accentuated Lynda’s ample breasts, sexy hips and round firm ass. She sighed and spread an expression of heroic determination over her face.

“And action!” cried the director.

She sprinted in the proscribed manner. Her tits bounced and jiggled, and her hips swayed exaggeratedly back and forth as she ran. The male crew members smiled and leered, even though they’d seen the same things many times before. At least the pantyhose kept her legs warm she thought to herself. The shot was acceptable to the director and the cameraman, and a break was called for lunch. Today happily it was a two hour lunch.

Lynda and her personal assistant, Joan rode the short distance back to her trailer on one of the many golf carts provided for cast members. Stepping into her trailer, Lynda fell into one of the large overstuffed chairs next to the small refrigerator and bar.

“Two items were couriered her for you while you were shooting, M’am. First an invitation to a party up in the hills some place, I didn’t recognize the address or the name of the host on the return, and then a brief note from the actress who’s playing Ilse Steiner,” Joan said as she handed Lynda the two items.

Joan was a cute 20 year old girl with her auburn hair braided in a single pigtail behind her head. She was a small girl, about five foot six, but for a girl of her build had a rather large rack, Lynda guessed she was at least a 36c. She was pink and always slathered on the sun block to avoid getting burned in the Californian sun.

As she set the note and invitation on the small refrigerator top, Lynda bent over and pulled off one of the red, knee high boots she wore as Wonder Woman. Joan stepped over to Lynda, volunteering to help her with the other. Lynda thanked her, and Joan turned her back to Lynda, and pulled her leg up between her legs, pinning Lynda’s foot between them, and pulled the boot off, while Lynda pushed on Joan's shaply ass with her stockinged foot.

Lynda’s assistant was dressed in a grey wool skirt with black nylons, and sensible black flats. As her boot slid off of her calf and then her foot, Lynda could feel the delicious warmth of her assistant’s inner thighs. It was a chilly day so, Joan was wearing a snug fitting forest green turtleneck. It displayed Joan’s feminine charms quite nicely, Lynda thought to herself. Her assistant must have been chilled as well, because her nipples stood at rigid attention under the dark green top. Joan dropped the boot on the floor next to the other one, and then released Lynda's leg. Stepping to the fridge, Joan pulled out a cold bottle of Tab for her boss.

Lynda took the messages once more and sat them in her lap, as the phone rang. Joan stepped to the table and picked it up. Setting the bottle next to Lynda on the table.

“Ms. Carter’s extension, this is Joan, her assistant, how many I help you?”