Hot Pink's nemesis

"You will be ze evil singer. You will be ze villain" Ladybite said as Hot Pink snatched the script away from Melissa's hands before she could get a good look at it.

"Welcome to the business" the porn star snipped, the smile on her face still present but suddenly seeming more sinister than anything else.

Melissa was confused. Why would Hot Pink all of a sudden not like her? She must be mistaken, she thought. It'll be fine.

Then Hot Pink spoke again, this time turning to the director, "And I still say she's not ready for this. She's a virgin amateur. And you've given her some pretty insane things to do here."

"Vat is done is done" Dr. Ladybite answered, then turned to Melissa. "You have an hour to get ready. Go get ready. Pink vill bring you ze script later." Ladybite gave Melissa a dismissive wave away.

Concerned and a bit saddened, Melissa turned and headed back out the door, met the same women who'd lead her there and went to a dressing room. The woman stripped Melissa, who stared at her naked body in front of a mirror. It wasn't nearly as nice as Hot Pink's. But if the director believed in her, then she'd have to believe in herself.

Forty minutes later Melissa's blonde hair had been pinned down and she was sporting a neon blue bob wig, mimicking Hot Pink's do. And she'd been given a tube of blue hair dye and instructed to trim her bush in the same landing strip style as Hot Pink and color it.

It made sense, as much as anything on a porn set made sense. She was going to be Hot Pink's nemesis. "Suzy Blue" the woman told her the name of her character. Of course, it made sense.

As Melissa started to get into the costume left for her, a pair of tight leather pants, with lacing up the side of each leg, no underwear of course, and a blue bikini top, Hot Pink reappeared in her doorway wearing a tight white dress, exposing a lot of cleavage up top and cut just barely below her ass on the bottom, and white boots.

"Hi virgin" she said with a bite.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Melissa had hoped this scene would be amazing, revelatory, a sexual experience she'd never forget. After all, Hot Pink was involved. But now the woman seemed to hate her.

"How many men have you been with?" Hot Pink asked.

Melissa didn't really know a solid number. Average for a woman like her, she imagined. "Enough." She said.

"Well I've been with over three hundred." Hot Pink snipped. "And how many women?"

Here Melissa was at a loss. She wasn't sure if the girl in the closet counted. She didn't have words to answer.

"See... you're practically a virgin." Hot Pink said, looking Melissa over up and down, and adding "I'll say this, you do look like the opposite of me."

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked, knowing only hurt would come, but unable to avoid playing into it.

"Well I have pink hair and amazing breasts." Hot Pink said. Melissa put her head down, in shame. But Hot Pink continued. "Seriously, you can't even fill in that bikini. I can ask if they have a training bra for you."

Hot Pink turned and headed out the door. And Melissa followed like a sad puppy. Eventually she trotted up to the star. "Why don't you like me?" She asked plainly. She had to know. Maybe if she knew she could convince her otherwise and the two could actually enjoy their scenes together. If they had any scenes together. Melissa still hadn't seen the script.

"I've been doing this for a long time. And you come in, someone with no experience, pushing middle age, and suddenly I've got to share the whole movie with you. How should I feel?" Hot Pink was relentlessly viscous.

"I'm thirty" Melissa responded, not knowing what else to say. Her mind focused on the one part of Hot Pink's criticism that stung the most. "I'm not middle aged."

"Thirty?" Hot Pink rolled her eyes. "In this business that's retirement age."

And Melissa knew that nothing she said would make Hot Pink like her. Slowly her sadness started to boil.

The two women reached the set which was decorated to look like a garage filled with musical instruments. Crew members bustled, cameras and lights flickered. Melissa's anxiety, fear and anger were getting hard to repress.

"Did you bring me my script?" Melissa asked Hot Pink bitterly.

"Script? You're the over-night porn star sensation. You don't need a script right?"

Melissa held back tears. Tears of disappointment, tears of anger. "Fine. I'll just get one from..."

"Who? The director? You wan't to tell him that you're here on set and haven't even seen a script yet? He'll really think you're an amateur virgin." Hot Pink shook her head.

And mean though she was, Melissa knew that Hot Pink was right. She couldn't do anything about it now. She looked around at the garage-like set. There were no scripts lying around. Just the instruments. Some tools. A motorcycle.

A member of the crew walked up and placed a can of black oily goop onto a shelf nearby and handed Melissa a massive blue dildo, the size of someone's arm, tapped her encouragingly on the ass and said "you know what to do."

Hot Pink smiled.

Hans Ladybite shouted "Action!"