Okay so this is my 2nd attempt at a story my first one was pretty much a dud.

I am hoping this one will be damn near impossible for writers block. Just so you know I actaully did this job, I started out in HS when I was 16 and worked it until I was 18. Most of the stuff I write is based on my experience or the experience of my inlaws which is who Sara and Tom are in this story. If you got questions ask. Comments or suggestions let me know.

There will be lemons later on, I only read stroeis that are M and this one will be too.

Oh and I am going to be switching POVs every once in a while but it will only be BxE.

This first chapter is mainly just explaining job titles, What Bella does and also introducing some main people. It will pick up next chapter and we will get some interaction. If I didn't do this first chapter people would be lost.

As always I own nothing SM owns everything, luck bitch.


BPOV

Have you ever been so tired you didn't even know if you could fall asleep? I worked 18 hours today and my call time was 5 hours from now. A lovely 3 a.m.

You are probably wondering what the hell kind of job I work. I guess you could call me a slave of sorts… I work behind the scenes on films and commercials. I have done tons of different work. P.A. work, craft service, catering and transportation. The only good thing about transpo is the fact that you get to drive some cool cars… sometimes, other times you got the cars that were going to be blown up or destroyed in some shape of form.

My least favorite was what I was doing right now Craft Service/Catering. I know it probably doesn't sound that bad. Sometimes its not. Luckily this job is almost over. This job wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the talent AKA actors, directors etc. You know within the first week how the job would progress. I learned that info early on.

I guess I should also tell you how I got into this line of work. My neighbors Sara and Tom, were always gone for long periods of time when I was growing up. When I was little I had made up stories to the kids around the neighborhood while they were always gone.

I had said they worked for the CIA and they were secret agents and on missions for all kinds of things. It worked and I had quite the imagination. When I was old enough I found out the truth. They had some over when I was 16 to ask my parents permission to offer me a job.

They were a little wary at first but I was all for it (sometimes I think they had bought into my stories about them being in the CIA haha.) At first I just helped Sara Prep in her garage. She handled the Catering and Craft Service part of the business while Tom handled the Transpo and PA work. They had converted their garage into a kitchen and an old RV they gutted and turned it into a kitchen on wheels, It was pretty cool.

So that's how I started, after school and on weekends I would go over and help her get food prepped, sometimes we cooked breakfast early if the location was close. It didn't pay to terrible about $50 each time I helped her with a job. It was always about 5-6 hours worth of work. I loved it. She said once I was out of school for the summer I could come with her to the locations and help there and then I would make $100-125 a day. It sounded amazing and I agreed to help her out.

That was 6 years ago. Now I'm 22. I moved up fast and started doing jobs on my own with earned me about $500 a day. This may all sound like easy work but imagine working 18-20 hour days and busting your ass for people who don't even acknowledge your existence. Sounds fun right?! HA. Its good money though and I didn't have to do to college for it.

I was a natural when it came to cooking and also a natural when it came to sucking up to a persons face and cussing them to the depths of hell 10 seconds later. I knew a lot of people in the game now. The first summer I started working I went on a 11 week shot in Shreveport Louisiana. It was awesome! I had so much fun. It was hotter than hell and it was one hell of a wake up call when it came to dealing with people.

It's been hard for me because I have always looked young for my age. People always expect so little of me, it was hurtful at first because people would ask me if my pre-school new I was here. When I was 16 I looked about 12. I was about 5' and 90 lbs of nothing. By the end of that job no one questioned me. I could damn near lift my weight and I learned quickly to for a tough skin. I could play with the best of them. I was taken under a lot of wings that summer, I learned how to drive manuals, R.V. and drive with a trailer. Every once in a while I would run into someone that gave me a hard time but it didn't last long, I either proved their theory wrong quickly or someone set them straight.

I handled a lot of jobs on my own now. I started doing commercial jobs my Junior year of high school. My grades were always great so I was able to take part in the work release program. I would go to school at 7:30 a.m. and leave around 10:30 a.m. I would go home get changed and either head straight to the job or go next door to help Sara prep for a job she was working on.

At first my parents didn't think this would end up being such a good idea. There were nights I wouldn't get home until 11 that night, they were worried it would affect my school work. I made sure I didn't let it. I had gotten good enough at my job by the end of that first summer that I could multi-task like a mother fucker. I loved my job to much to let it go.

I think my parents were mostly bothered because I worked so much I didn't have time for friends. I didn't really give a shit though. The people that I got along with were twice my age. I don't have a problem with that. I've never had issues with my parents, we were just the type of family that only spoke to each other when something needed to be said.

My mother Renee knew everyone in town, she was never shy and extremely friendly. I never met someone that had something bad to say about her. She is in to crafts and such, sewing, scrap booking etc. My dad Charlie is… quiet. He is the best man I know though, I have an enormous amount of respect for him. He is quiet, sometimes overly so but when he has something to say you listen. He works for the government doing whatever, he fishes and plays golf 4-5 times a week.

My Junior and Senior years of High School flew by, mostly because I was never really in school. It was great. I loved doing my job. I was making quite a bit anywhere between $1800 and $2400 a month. For me it was more than enough. The only gas I ever used was to drive between my house and Sara's. The only clothes I needed were active shorts or jeans and some scrappy t-shirts. I was putting so much money into savings I considered moving out but hell why was I going to rent something I was never at.

Life continued on that way except once I graduated I was able to travel more and move to locations further away. I met tons of actors and directors some were great others were fucking assholes. Nothing is worse than working for someone that thinks they are god. I still never got into it with any of them, sometimes it was hard. I remember times that I wanted to take there fucking tofu and shove it up there ass.

I never understood why people would be so picky, I don't think they really had a reason, they just wanted to be assholes.

Sara and I still worked together, by now their business was doing better than ever all 3 of us were working constantly I was starting to get bigger jobs because I was capable of handling them. I was taking on the job as head chef for some jobs and would even have sous chefs helping me out. I ended up taking over Sara's old rig and she got a new one. It was a whole new responsibility and I was ecstatic that they thought enough of me to give me that much.

Sara is getting older and she has been talking about retiring for the last few years. She isn't old but I think the hours and type of work is starting to get to her after the last 20 years of her doing this type of work. I don't think she is too serious about it but sometimes I wonder. It's not so hard on Tom he is 10 years younger and his job is more mentally stressful than physically.

We are all working the same job this time. It's a huge Feature Picture and its got a ton of big name talent. That shit doesn't really get to me anymore. We are never aloud to ask for an autograph but hell 85% of them I don't even want to acknowledge. I used to be excited to meet these famous people but after you meet so many of then it becomes a disappointment when your favorite actors are assholes. So I have learned to have minimum contact with them. I don't acknowledge there presence and they don't acknowledge mine. I work with PA's more than anyone else and sometimes they can be assholes which makes no sense because I make more than them but whatever.

Like I said I have met some good people in this line of work after you have been in this game for so long you work a lot of jobs with the same people. The two people that I would consider probably best friends at this point in my life is Emmett and Alice.

Emmett is a big guy and a bit older than me he is 27. I met him on my first big job in Shreveport when I was 16. He was one that took me under his wings, he has become the big brother I never had. I got drunk for my first time with him, got into my first fight that night, hell a lot of first have been with him. He works in Transpo. He works with a lot of the rigs and picking out locations and moving the vehicles. He is a big guy, I know anything is big compared to my petite frame but really he is big. I would say about 6'3 and about 240 lbs. Scary as fuck, but if you're on his good side then he is the biggest teddy bear you will ever meet.

Alice… hmm. She is like the energizer bunny all pink and never fucking stops. I seriously thought she was on some sort of drugs when I first met her. Now I know she just has that natural energy that the rest of us have to drink red bulls for. She started out as a PA but now is in wardrobe and make-up she is only 24. I have known her about 4 years now I think. Nicest person you'll ever meet. She is my natural pick me up. If I am in a bad mood I go and see her if she is on the same job otherwise I just call her. She is a half glass full type a girl and I love her for that.

We have all been talking about some new jobs that are coming up, we have all put our bids in and we will see if we get any offers. One job is a big budget action film that is 4 months long, we are all hoping we can get that one but no one knows much about it. Its been fairly hush hush. No one knows location or talent yet.

Sara and Tom have both put bids in for it. If they get it I will be a second hand for catering or a primary for craft service. Craft service is actually a huge pain in the ass. Its basically the snack table, the primary for craft service is for the main stage. The people that work on set. There is usually a second craft service table that is for extras and PA's etc. Either way it sucks. You have to watch out for everything, watch what snacks go first, what drinks go first, make sure everything is always well stocked and also that you NEVER run out of anything.

If you are working the prime table than you watch what the big wigs like and make sure there is always some set aside for them. Nothing is worse than having one of them fuckers nag you about something. I always thought it was funny that they think the world revolves around them because let me tell you all the little people is what makes a film either a money maker or a flop.

Like I said I like my job and I will probably keep in this line of work until I am just too tired. Sometimes I wonder if its worth it. Not many people I know have successful relationships. Its just to hard. You are gone 90% of the time if you are good at what you do. The hours suck but the pay is good. Most the old timers in this biz have been divorced at least once or were never stupid enough to get married in the first place. I have never even attempted a relationship sexual or otherwise. It's a little depressing to think that I am a 22 year old that is pretty freaking pure. It is what it is. I know that I am also a 22 year old that has 50k in the bank and never has to worry about money.

Lately I have been contemplating moving to LA and starting my own company, but at the same time I am doing fine working for Sara and she needs my help. It just I want to move on to bigger and better things. Eh whatever.

Now that this job is almost done I will see what's in the cards for me.


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