An actor

“What do you think you’re doing, you brainless motherfucker?” you shout loudly, “I am an actor here, your job is to protect me, not to annoy me!” The huge brute looks like someone slapped him across the face.

“I-I’m sorry” he stammers, dumbfounded, “I just thought…”

“Well, I doubt that!” you interrupt, “Now get lost or I’ll have a serious talk with your boss!”

Like a beaten dog the bouncer runs away and you can’t help but chuckle. Good thing he bought that, otherwise he’d probably been able to crush your skull with one hand. You take a good look around. You are in the middle of a studio and around you people are running, carrying cameras and other stuff. The set looks like something out of Jessica’s tv series, ‘Dark Angel’: There are sceneries that represent Max’ apartment, JamPony’s office, Logan’s Penthouse, a dirty alley and the interrogation room of a run-down police station. You walk over to the “Max-Apartment-scenery” and sit down on the couch while sound- and cameramen scurry busily around you. On the small side table you discover something that makes you grin: a script of what is about to be done today. The cover says “Dark Angel – Sinful in Seattle”. You lean back and sigh, relieved that your plan worked.

Since this is your fantasy-simulation you altered the reality a little bit. She is still world-famous, but lately her luck has turned from bad to worse. It started slowly, when all the usual “sexy-girl-roles” she used to score so easily were given to others. There were many beautiful girls out there who were always ready to show their tits on the big screen and didn’t share Jessica’s strict no-nudity-attitude. That didn’t scare her that much back then, her bank account was full and she still got some modeling jobs. But then her husband left her about three years ago and the divorce got really messy. Some rookie mistakes of her lawyer made her loose most of her money to her ex and her public reputation took some serious damage in the progress, so the modeling jobs stopped. A couple of month ago she learned the hard way that she had trusted the wrong people with her money and not only lost everything but also owed a considerable amount to people you don’t want to owe money. Everything that was left of better days was her big house, which was also her last really valuable possession, so to pay her dues she had to sell it. But then, when she already found someone willing to buy it and the only thing missing was a signed contract it happened: a short circuit caused a fire and the whole house burned down. Now Jessica was without any possessions and the loan sharks were on her tail. That’s when Gerald Walker came into play: He was just a rich old man, but he was also a huge fan of Jessica’s old tv hit “Dark Angel”. If she agreed to play the lead character in an adult version of the series, he’d pay all her debt plus an additional salary of a million dollar. Only condition was: if she refused any request, she wouldn’t be paid. And she wouldn’t get a script before, but had to come and see what would happen.
A few months ago Jessica wouldn’t even listen to such an obscene offer, but now times were **** and she finally agreed.

So now you’re sitting on the set of the Jessica-Alba-porn and all you have to do is to wait for the opportunity to get a piece. You open the script and go through the cast: apparently the actors who portrayed Sketchy, Normal and most of the other main cast agreed to readopt their old roles, only the more successful ones refused, Michael Weatherly, Jessica’s ex-fiancé, who portrayed Logan, Valerie Rae Miller, who played Max’ best friend Original Cindy and Jensen Ackles, who was Alec but is now very successful with his new show “Supernatural”. But those were replaced by doppelgangers. You start browsing through the script and can’t suppress a chuckle: anal, deepthroat, bondage, gangbang… looks like Mr. Walker plans to get his money’s worth.

“Excuse me!”

You look up as you hear a female voice. A young woman stands in front of you, holding a cheap-looking blue suit in her hand. Before you can say anything she throws it onto the couch next to you.

“You’re one of the police guys, right? You have to change now! Miss Alba will arrive any second and we want you to be ready!”

In that moment you see a door open and a figure standing there, looking shyly around. Even though she’s covered beneath a huge hat, giant sunglasses and a long trench coat you recognize her immediately. Jessica Alba! A sudden silence fills the room as every activity stops and every head turns around to stare at her. She is obviously uncomfortable with the attention and manages a **** smile and a soft: “Hello!” Three assistants rush to her sides and drag her into a little changing room.

The director, a fat, balding man in his fifties and apparently the world’s most established porn director, steps on the set and shouts: “Now everybody! After our star finally arrived we’ll start shooting in twenty minutes! We’ll start with one of the “key scenes” first so Miss Alba will get used to how we work!” Everybody starts moving again to finish his task in time when the director turns to you: “Why haven’t you changed jet? We need you for the scene!” You jump up, take the suit and script and hurry over to the cabin.

You change as fast as you can, but only manage to make it to the last second. Just as you arrive back on the set the director yells: “Scene 1! Take 1!Action!”

Quickly you position yourself, trying to remember what happens in this scene.