Left the party and cornered by three men at the rest area.

While you watch Devon get your drink you feel someone grab your ass from behind. You jerk forward away from the offending hand and turn around. You see Greg (Gregor as the script calls him) standing there with a huge grin on his face.

Your character has known Gregor for three years now according to the background plot. He moved here from Russia with his parents during your senior year of high school. He pursued you for the first six months but eventually found the cheerleaders more susceptible to his charms, while you weren't interested at all. Eventually, you both became study buddies in college since he was great at math and you were better with literature and English. He still flirts and does crap like this on occasion though. Thankfully he leaves in the morning back to Russia to finish his higher education. You sure as hell won't miss shit like this.

"Hey, Tiff. You still have the nicest ass in school!"

You offer an angry stare, "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me, Gregor? I swear if I didn't know you, I'd scream bloody **** and laugh when the guys tossed you out on your ear."

"But you do, babe. Look at the bright side, another 12 or so hours and I'll be long gone. In a few years, you'll look back and kick yourself for what you missed out on."

"Like hell I will!" You open your mouth like you're going to read him the riot act when you hear 'Kyle' behind you.

"Is this creep bothering you, pumpkin?"

Not your favorite term of endearment but you are happy he's back. Gregor probably will behave himself now that someone is paying attention.

"Nah. You know Gregor, Kyle. He's mostly harmless but a little annoying."

'Kyle' hands you a drink and offers Gregor an annoyed look then smiles at you as you take a sip of the drink.

"Ready to go, Tiff? It's getting late and I know you want to be up early for practice."

You grab his hand with your left, "Sure. This place is kinda dead anyway."

'Gregor' looks at the two of you.

"Can I ask a favor?"

You nod feeling better about the situation with 'Kyle' at your side.

"I guess."

"I just live a block away from you. Can you drop me off?"

You see 'Kyle' open his mouth, likely to tell 'Gregor' off but you interrupt.

"He's flying out in the morning. I know the two of you aren't friends but I'd feel better if we made sure he got home."

You offer 'Kyle' what you hope is a sexy smile but you really have no idea if you are pulling it off.

"Sure, babe. You want it, I can do it."

You get on your tiptoes and offer him a quick peck on the lips. You gulp your drink down, toss it in the trash, and slip a yellow windbreaker on. Then the two of you walk out the door, 'Gregor' following close behind.

There's a quick halt to the production as they rush the cameramen outside and then you all head to the car. 'Gregor' quietly walks while you and 'Kyle' chat. Then 'Kyle' climbs in the driver's side, you in the passenger's, and good old 'Gregor' takes the back. One cameraman climbs in beside you to film as the other walks across the street to the rest area.

The bunch of you drive around the park for about ten minutes as 'Gregor' pretends to seethe in the back and you and 'Kyle' flirt a bit. Gotta make conversation tape in case editing needs to splice some in. You think filming is going pretty well. Finally, as you approach the bend in the road with the rest stop, 'Gregor' opens his mouth.

"Can we stop? I really have to take a leak."

Kyle glances at you, "I could use a bathroom break too."

You nod, "Fine. I'll check out the machines. I could go for a Coke."

He pulls in a space in front of the building and the two guys rush for the bathroom. You make a show of looking around the front of the building and not seeing any machines walk around to the back. As you walk by the picnic area, you can feel the warmth from the patio heaters. They have them hidden pretty good too, so that shouldn't be a problem for filming. You duck around the back of the building and pass two motorcycles as you step into the small room with the soda machine. Jorge is waiting for you. He's dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a thin, black leather looking vest with a white shirt underneath.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing!" He offers a wicked smile and you turn to run because that's what the script says to do.

He grabs your arms and stops you from running, then pushes you out the door. You go where he shoves you because that what you're supposed to do, besides he's a strong guy. As he guides you around the building you start yelling for 'Gregor' and 'Kyle' trying to sound as scared and **** as you can. You just hope it all sounds right. As the two of you get around the building, you see 'Kyle' sitting at the base of one of the overhead light poles. His arms are behind him and appear wrapped around it. You think they look tied or fastened somehow and guys have him gagged. You aren't sure if they really bothered to tie him or not but you're confident the audience will buy it. You see 'Gregor' and John standing there with big smiles on their faces. John is dressed almost identically to Jorge, the script calls them Biker 1 and 2 since their names are never used in the dialog.

'Gregor' laughs, "I see you didn't have any trouble cornering Tiff."

"Hell no," he smiles. "Setting up a party out here is kinda useless without the entertainment."

You do your best to look like you're struggling in Jorge's hands but he's so big you aren't even sure if the camera notices.

"This isn't funny guys! Let us go!"

John shakes his head, "Oh no, baby. It's time to party!"

Then 'Gregor' breaks in, "You're gonna regret all those rejections over the years, Tiff."

Your eyes go wide as you try your damnedest for an astonished look as 'Gregor' continues.

"We aren't going to hurt you. . . much, honey. I have no trouble with the idea of beating your asshole boyfriend within an inch of his life if you don't do what you're told though. Understand?"

You feel shivers shooting down your spine at his words. You know this is just make-believe but it's pretty close to your worst nightmare. His tone reminds you of your father's right before he'd beat you for some imagined misdeed while he was half drunk. You haven't seen him in years thankfully but will never forget his accusing voice. He never crossed that line to **** you but the bruises were plenty bad enough. There was always a fear in your mind he'd take it further but your mother normally lured him off to bed before dad got too worked up. You had no idea this would trigger that memory and wonder if you'll sleep well for the next couple of days. The safe words almost tumble from your lips but you work to calm yourself down instead. 'It's not real, it's just a game' you repeat in your head as you close your eyes and wordlessly nod. You don't trust yourself to say anything.

'Gregor' continues after a second of silence, your missed dialog doesn't slow him down much at all.

"On your knees Tiff, I bet you'll feel comfortable like that."

You kneel in the grass keeping your head down so your face is hidden by your hair and the shadows. Jorge lifts your arms over your head and pulls the windbreaker up and off you. Thankfully they had an oversized one laying around to make this scene easier to do. 'Gregor' walks up until his crotch is just inches from your face.

"Pull me out and suck me, bitch."

You start you raise your head and mechanically reach for his pants as you hear Lon yell cut.

"Simone, makeup is waiting for you in the ladies' room. Guys, you can hang in the snack room for ten if you like. We'll start shooting from the same position so remember where you were."

You just nod at him and rush into the bathroom. You see Rocquelle waiting with her makeup kit and a folding chair sitting in the middle of the room. She takes a worried look at your face as you sit down.

"Are you alright, honey? You look like you saw a ghost."

"I'm fine. We have a shoot to finish."

"I'll make you feel right as rain, babe"

The ebony makeup artist reaches up your legs and slides your panties to the floor. You kick them off as she drops to her knees between your legs and takes a moment to rub your inner thighs for a few seconds. Then she nudges your legs open and stares a second at your bare, glistening pussy.

"You feel so tense, baby."

She uses her middle and pointer fingers to open you up and slides her tongue inside you. She's a bit surprised to see you are already a bit damp but starts teasing your clit with the tip of her tongue and she slowly slides a finger from her other hand inside you. You start getting worked up quickly, you cannot remember the last time you felt this much heat between your legs. Rocquelle continues to drag her tongue across your bean as she uses the friction from finger fucking you to drive you over the top. She pushes her face into your crotch as you begin to orgasm, painting her face with your love juices.

She stands up and smiles, watching you breathe hard as you come down from your high.

"Lon should have filmed that face, Simone. There is nothing more beautiful than your orgasm face, honey. You are so easy to get off!"

She walks over to the sink and washes her face really quick then comes back with a few brushes.

"Feeling better?"

"Tons, Rocquelle. I never knew it but that was just what I needed."

"Welcome, hun. Believe me, it was my pleasure!"

She smiles again as she starts working on your makeup. Smearing it in all the right places and making it run in others. It only takes a few minutes to give you that 'total wreck' look the director desires. She hands you a little spray bottle.

"Make sure you squirt your face a few times right before the scene starts. The makeup is waterproof so you don't have to worry about it running in your eyes while stuff is happening but I can't use product to make you look like you're crying. The water will do a good enough job for the cameras."

You stand and she offers you a hug, uncertain what was bothering you before but feeling confident you're loosened up now. As you embrace, you're careful not to get your face too close to her so nothing rubs off. Then you let go and step back.

"Thanks for everything."

She laughs, "Knock'em dead, Red!"

You nod and stride out of the room. It's time to get this over with and you're feeling a lot better about the whole thing. Rocquelle's magic tongue is a miracle worker! You giggle as you rejoin the guys leaving them to wonder what has come over you. Only Lon has the smallest clue.