DISCLAIMER: These characters and the setting of the movie filming is purely fictional. Any resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental. I claim no knowledge of the casting, scene selection, or overall creative aims of the movie version of Fifty Shades of Grey, whenever they actually make it. I don't own the characters or the scenes and dialogue from Fifty Shades of Grey. This story contains explicit sexual content and violence.
I'm standing offstage, awaiting my cue. Julia's in the set for Christian's kitchen, dressed only in a man's button-front shirt that desperately needs one more button done up. I love a girl wearing just my shirt, but this isn't my shirt. This is a Franken-shirt from Wardrobe. The chest and armpits have been taken in so that her breasts are clearly but casually accented.
On a hanger, it looks like hell. On Julia, who is wearing pigtails and a bit of a mussed, well-fucked look, it reminds me of why the Catholic schoolgirl uniform is a staple in the porno industry.
She's rocking out alone in the kitchen, dancing and singing into a spatula. Her body moves with a fascinating mixture of childlike abandon and pure, unabashed sex. I don't think there's a person on the set who can take their eyes off of her.
Lucy calls a cut, a touch of impatience in her voice.
"Julia, you're doing great, but your singing is a little stiff. You're supposed to think you're alone and you're totally letting yourself go in the moment."
Julia drops the dancing and the American accent in a second. "And if this song wasn't total bollocks, Lucy, I'd be sure to do that!"
My shout of laughter almost drowns out her next words. "I mean, tell me please, what kind of dunderheaded twat would want to leap about a kitchen to music like this? What the hell is it called, anyway?"
"Taylor Swift," one of the female lighting techs supplies with a grin.
"Swift kick in the arse, more like," Julia complains.
"Somebody please tell me they got that for the DVD bloopers," I gasp.
Lucy doesn't look like she's finding it as funny as I am.
"It's female empowerment music," Lucy argues.
"The only thing it is empowering is-."
I cut her off before she gets Lucy upset. "Hey, Luce, do we have any kind of kickback agreement for using that song?"
"No," she admits, somewhat sullenly.
"Then there's no harm in changing it, is there? What would you prefer, Julia?"
She cocks her head at me, pigtails swinging. "Slipknot?"
"Marry me?" I counter, laughing.
She sniffs. "Nah. I plan to marry for money."
I make a face at her and she crinkles her nose at me playfully before turning back to Lucy. "No, how about…oh hell. It has to be girly, doesn't it?"
Lucy nods firmly.
Julia and Lucy fall into arguing about the music. I grab a folding chair and pull out my phone, texting Sophie.
David: How's your day going? Right now we're filming Woman Movie Scene #1. Wanna take a guess?
She must be on break or waiting for her cue, too, because her response pops up after only a few seconds.
Sophie: Girl's night in, with chardonnay. Or dancing in kitchen, singing into wooden spoon. Am I close?
David: Your psychic powers are only eclipsed by your beauty.
Sophie: Screenwriter's creative powers are only eclipsed by a dime.
Sophie: Positioned sideways.
Sophie: Do you know how many times a fart joke involving a small dog is funny?
David: Negative 4?
Sophie: Your mathematical powers are only eclipsed by your prowess in bed.
I realize I'm grinning at my phone like a teenybopper. I put it away before somebody catches me acting like a sap. Music comes through the speakers and I stand up to watch. The song sounds pretty similar to my ears, but Julia must like it better, because her singing is better and her dancing…
I shift uncomfortably and realize I forgot to do preventative maintenance in my dressing room this morning. There are no sex scenes on the list for today, but apparently even that isn't enough to keep me out of trouble.
And that's my cue. I make a swift movement that will contain my dick in my waistband and step on set, my body arranging itself into the restrained posture of a man accustomed to wearing suits. I tilt my head at Julia, a bemused smile playing around the edges of my lips.
She stops dead, blushing. Her eyes drop to my lips and then she's a whole new kind of embarrassed, a girl seeing a boy after the first time they've been intimate. I move toward her, taking my time to let the camera catch her reaction as I get closer.
By the time I reach her, I can see the pulse hammering in the hollow of her throat and she swallows once, quickly. Her eyes are even dilated, as if she's aroused. How does she do that? Maybe Alexis would have been easier to work with, with her switch that goes 'off' at the end of the scene. Julia's so good, you can't tell which are her feelings and which are Ana's.
I tug one of the pigtails. "You're very energetic this morning, Miss Steele," I say, infusing my dominant tone with just a hint of amusement.
She should have been wearing this shirt for the spanking scene. It would be too easy to turn her over my knee, her soft buttocks just inches away and barely protected by loose white fabric. My mind knows she's wearing flesh-colored gym shorts, but my penis thinks she is the only thing under that shirt and those buttons are looking very precarious.
God, why couldn't Sophie have gotten this part? We could have been making much, much better use of my dressing room time. Plus, she'd look brain-erasingly beautiful in the Franken-shirt.
There is a little catch in Julia's breathing, and she turns her eyes away nervously. "I slept well."
Christian would be thinking about spanking her right now, too. I should probably just go with it.
Julia moves away toward the pancake batter she's supposed to be working on. I move closer until I can feel the heat of her back against my chest, angling myself to make the difference in our sizes look the most dramatic. I think I see a shiver run through her shoulders but I can't be sure. I'm in just the right place to push her down over the counter and take her from behind. The camera knows it. She knows it.
I don't move.
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