Wardrobe is done and shooting starts

You walk into the small bedroom and see someone has shoved the bed on its side against the wall so they could set the other furniture up. Rocquelle is standing in front of a small white table near the door you just entered with a mirror perched atop it. At the back of the room, you can see a blonde woman named Debbie sorting through the closet and laying out clothes on another small table.

Debbie pipes up.

"Ok, sweetie. I have one goth party outfit ready to go. Lon has got to ecstatic, he loves that dark look, especially on a redhead."

"Well it fits what we're doing so I guess it works out for everyone," you reply. "I guess we should get started."

"Straight to business. I like that." She hands you a mid-thigh black pleated skirt, a tight short sleeve black top with a plunging neckline, black leather ankle boots, and a pair of lacy, crimson thong panties. You've always considered your breasts a bit on the small side but on your petite frame, they look pretty proportional. It seems like Debbie has picked out a top that'll make your tits look bigger by smushing them together some and lifting them a bit.

You strip down and put it all on. You know you agreed to outfit when you approved the script but it's getting cold out there. Hopefully, the guys will be back soon with the patio heaters, otherwise, the outside stuff will be really uncomfortable.

"We needed a college party outfit and Agra thought this would work," you say as you do a quick little spin. "There's always a girl at every party dressed like this. I always called it the slut vampire look."

"I expect some sucking but I doubt it'll be blood," the blonde smirks as the makeup artist clears her throat.

You giggle as Rocquelle ushers you to the stool.

"The goth look is my marching orders too," Rocquelle muses as she ties your hair back. "I can almost do it in my sleep, if Lon can fit it in that's what he asks for. I'm not sure if it's a personal preference or just what his fanbase likes." She pulls out her brushes and starts working on your face.

"It works for this one so I'm fine with it, maybe it gives him a cheap thrill? I'd originally suggested a preppy cheerleader outfit but he insisted on this," you stifle your laugh so as not to mess up the work she's done so far. You're normally pretty proud of your natural facial coloring, it's just pink enough to keep you from feeling the need to tan. Rocquelle in just a few minutes has wiped that out with her brushes. You're looking really pale now.

She moves to your forehead, "Nervous?"

"Oh yes. This is not the kind of production I had in mind when I got in the car. I'll never quite get how this turns anyone on, but the money's good."

"That's how I always imagined straight sex was anyway," the black woman cracked. "Guys getting their rocks off while you endure it hoping they finish up soon! Then a few months later, your tummy starts getting big."

All three of you laugh, then you look at her in the mirror.

"That's isn't how it's worked for me outside porn. Birth control is a thing after all. Guys quickly learn that there'll never be a round two if that's how the first time goes." You wink getting a giggle from Rocquelle.

"Yeah, this is a weird business. Like you said though, it pays the bills."

Rocquelle finishes the makeup with some bright purple lipstick and moves on to your hair using the iron to get it as straight as possible. In the end, there is a bit of curl down near tips as it touches your shoulders but not bad of the amount of time she had. After all, your hair loves to curl.

"So. I'm scheduled to meet you at the cut right at the confrontation. I'm always a bit nervous with you straight girls though. Are you sure you're OK with it?" Rocquelle asks softly.

You offer a smile, "Yeah, I've never been with a girl but Lon convinced me to give it a try. Besides, you seem like a nice woman. If I can't try it during a shoot off-camera, I doubt I'll make it long in the business."

She laughs, "No need to worry, honey. I'll bring enough enthusiasm for both of us. I like to think I'm pretty good at this. Besides if you taste as good as you smell, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

You giggle, "Well, thanks for the compliment I think?"

She finishes your hair and steps back, you can see a wide smile on her face.

"You look adorable, girl!"

You study your reflection in the mirror. Pale skin, purple lips, straight red hair, dark black eye makeup, and your modest tits straining against the tight top with all the cleavage Debbie could tease out. Yep, pretty goth. Then you are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Ok, we have everything set up, ready when you are."

Rocquelle straightens your hair a bit more with a few final brush strokes.

"Go for it, Simone. Goth kinda works for you to be honest. I'll see you in a couple," she gives you a sly smile as she opens the door for you. You smile back as you walk out and hear the door shut behind you.

The room has been reworked some. Gone are the two sofas and the recliners. Now all there are is two tables set up with punchbowls on top and a line of red plastic cups beside them. They hold some sort of blue liquid but you aren't sure what it is. Greg and Lon are standing in the middle of the room. Greg is wearing jeans and a leather bomber jacket but Agra is still in his khakis. You can see Lon looking you up and down with a leer on his face, he definitely seems to appreciate the look.

"Did you get everything done you needed to?" The director asks.

"I think I so. Debbie and Rocquelle have this stuff down to a science," you do a quick spin causing your skirt to lift. Both men's eyes seem drawn to your bottom, the thong leaves little to the imagination.

"Perfect," the director offers, obviously very happy with your look then puts a walkie-talkie to his mouth.

"Send in the party-goers!"

The crew files in through the kitchen and they spread out around the room. Both Debbie and Rocquelle join the festivities from the other room. The two cameramen split up and station themselves in the far corners. Everyone else seems to be giving the cameras a wide berth which is good since they are background bodies for the scene. Devon walks over to you and nods. He's playing Kyle, your on-again, off-again boyfriend for this. He's in jeans and a blue sweater. At least he isn't likely to be cold outside.

The director walks up and stands behind you.

"When I say go, the music will come on and everyone is going to pretend to be having fun. They're all extras though. 'Kyle' will get 'Tiffany' a drink and you'll talk about leaving. It's just Koolaid by the way, no **** in there. The Greg thing happens and then you go, the scene ends. Simone, if you say or yell 'key lime' at any point during the filming, everything stops."

"Understood!" Both of you say in unison.

"OK. Go!" he yells.

Devon offers you a smile and walks over to get your drink from the table as you glance around the room trying to project a bored or slightly annoyed look. Everything looks off to a great start, you hope it stays that way.