Filming in a towel... and nothing else!

In desperation Jennifer called her manager.

“Frank, they want me doing a nude scene!” Jennifer whispered harshly.

“I know, I read the script for the first issue. Don't worry, this director is very tasteful, I'm sure it will be fine.”

“Frank, you have to get me out of this!” Jennifer exclaimed.

“Jennifer, don't be ridiculous.” Frank replied. “It's in your contract, there's no 'getting out' of it. You're an actress, this is part of your job. Just think of all the acclaim you'll be getting, taking such a bold move! It'll be fine.”

With that, the fast talking Frank hung up. Jennifer hung her head. That was that. There was no getting out. Why hadn't she read the contract! A nudity clause! She'd never agree to such a thing normally! But now she had ****.

Jennifer drew a shaking breath. She reached under her towel. With a shaking hand she slid her black featureless panties off. Then, taking a series of breaths to steady herself, Jennifer clumsily unclasped her bra. It fell under the towel. Jennifer gathered her underwear and put them with her other clothes in the closet. She could feel the heavy weight of her bra. There was all her protection, all her built up image. All that weight was how much breast she didn't have! She felt her face grow hot. For a moment Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror. She considered shedding the towel, to get a look at her body for reassurance. She couldn't bring herself to though. She was just too embarrassed. So, holding the towel tightly to her body, she took careful steps across the room and out to the set.

Maryanne had gotten the set cleared. Without the bustle of activity, The large warehouse looked shockingly empty. It made Jennifer feel smaller then ever before. The lights beamed down. Jennifer felt there was nowhere to hide. Slowly she walked to her mark. Brianna stood with the other two girls, all wrapped in towels. Jennifer knew they were wearing clothes under their towels. It made her feel all the more exposed. Brianna was looking at Jennifer curiously. She was wondering what exactly had her so nervous.

“Alright, the dialogue from first take should be fine.” The director said when she was in place. “We'll start from Brianna's last line.”

“Remember that prank you pulled on me at graduation?” Brianna repeated. “Well, for that I owe you... this!”

Jennifer had thought she was prepared. But, as Brianna lunged forward, she realized what exactly was about to happen. She tried to pull away, but Brianna caught her towel and yanked it hard. Things went slow motion for Jennifer. She looked down as the towel flew away. Every movement it took away more and more of her body came into view. Her breasts sprung into view, pink nipples swaying on top of small upward curving mounds. Between them her clean shaven crotch was plainly visible. Under the bright stage lights she looked shockingly pale. Her breasts and crotch never got much sun, and she had a defined bikini tan. Besides her freckles and her pink nipples she looked like pure snow.

Jennifer's shriek was not fake. She was actually terrifically started and embarrassed. She was naked! The thought of it, the physical feeling, caused a high pitch squeal to burst from her. NAKED! She felt her face grow hot. With a gasp she threw her hands over herself, hugging her nude body with her skinny limbs. Her nipples felt startling and hard under her palms, and wedging a leg over her crotch made her knees weak. Feeling her womanhood, shockingly smooth and soft just made her feel all the more ****.

“HA!” Brianna exclaimed, drawing Jennifer's attention away from her body for a moment. “I knew those new tits had to be fake!” Brianna said, obviously adlibbing. She couldn't contain her amusement, seeing Jennifer, an actress she considered to less then her, exposed for wearing a padded bra. She KNEW that something was off about Jennifer's figure.

“Alright, Cut!” The director said. Jennifer hardly cared. She wasn't acting at all, she was just trying to hide her nudity! She moved towards the towel, but Brianna moved away, just out reach. Jennifer was too embarrassed to risk showing anything with violent movement, so she just gave up and hugged herself. The director was talking to the cameraman, watching the playback. Jennifer backed up against a wall, feeling incredibly exposed. Her skinny, what she felt to be spindly legs shook. She could feel her blush. Finally, after what felt like eternity but was probably only a few seconds, the director came over.

“Sorry about the ad lib.” Brianna apologized. “I hope I didn't ruin the shot.”

“No, that was actually perfectly in character. Given what you'd just learned about Gretchen, that's how you'd respond!” He said. Jennifer felt angry, Brianna being congratulated for mocking her!

“Actually, you're adlibs given me a few ideas. We're going to break for today, I've got some material I want to throw around with the writers. You three are welcome to go.” He said to Brianna and the two girls. Then he turned back to Jennifer.

“Jennifer, that was great, very real.” He said.