Typecast ?

Debbi and Lesley were back in Debbi's hotel room. It was the early hours of the morning after the film festival premiere the previous evening. Since she was not the star of the movie, Debbi had not expected to be in demand for photos and interviews but her appearance on the red carpet escorted by Roddy the famous footballer added to her attraction. She had been collared by a German TV crew. "Was ist eine Bimbo WAG ?" Debbi attempted a reply. "Er, um, es ist die girlfriend auf dem Fussballer" she stammered. "Ah, sprechen sie Deutsch ?" the interviewer seized on the gibberish reply eagerly. "No, no, nein, not really, er, un petit peu" Debbi stumbled. A local French crew leapt in "Ah, parlez -vous Francais ?" Debbi was floundering but fortunately Roddy, the intellectual footballer, was fluent in French and stepped in to rescue her, to the satisfaction of the French crew who could ask him if he would be transferring to Paris St Germain !

The British tabloids were more predictable. "Are you naked throughout the movie Bims ? Is it true there's a scene where you piss on camera ?" they wanted to know. "It was all essential to the plot" Debbi called back. "What was it like making your debut alongside two superstars ?" asked another. "Dame Hazel was wonderful. So kind and supportive and gave me lots of tips" answered Debbi. "And Magnus ?" queried another reporter. "Dame Hazel was lovely" Debbi replied, leaving the implication hanging !

Debbi posed willingly for photos. Her nips remained encased in the dress but there was plenty of side boob and leg for the paps, even a hint of bum cheek, the slit in the side was cut so high. Debbi was grateful for the security of the c-string, despite how uncomfortable that thing was.

"I do hope that you get lots of enquiries about the dress Les. Loads of people were asking about it and I gave them all your details" said Debbi. "Thanks" answered her friend. "Any idea what's next ?" Debbi stretched languidly on the bed, glad to be out of the dress and divested of that c-string ! "We wait for the reviews in the morning papers and online"

"Yeah, but after that ?"

"Well, Harry says there's a lot more plugging to do for this movie when it opens in the States and in London"

"But have you got any more projects lined up ?"

"Harry's sending me scripts. He's worried I'll get typecast but they're all so varied, I can't see what he's worried about" Debbi yawned. "What are they ?" Lesley wanted to know. "There's this one where I get **** by aliens and they take all my clothes off and conduct medical experiments in their spaceship and observe me" Debbi began. "Uh huh" prompted Lesley. "Then another from a French company, where I'm an English au pair who goes to work for a rich French family and they take their annual holiday at a nudist resort on the south coast"

"A nudist resort ?"

"Yes. I have an affair with the husband and the son !"

"Anything else ?"

"This one" said Debbi, picking up a third script. It's a period drama set in an Arab **** market. I get captured by pirates and auctioned at the **** market"

"And what's your costume ?"

"Well, nothing once I've been captured, they sell the slaves naked so the buyers can see what they're getting and then the sheikh puts me in his harem"

"And you don't see what Harry's worried about you getting typecast ?" asked Lesley. "No. There's no apes in any of these scripts" decided Debbi. "No maybe not. But you still spend virtually the entire movie in the nude" pointed out Lesley. "Oh, I see. Hadn't thought of that" giggled the sleepy Debbi !