Three Months Later
Dakota
"Slave, present yourself!"
Dakota stood, her legs spread, her arms crossed behind her back, chin up, with her chest thrust out.
Her master rose from the dining room table, turned and looked at her while he sipped his coffee.
He kept looking.
His coffee cup was still stopped halfway to his mouth.
After she literally heard a cricket chirp in the distance, Dakota raised an eyebrow at him.
"CUT!" came from off to the left.
Monique practically dove on stage and draped a robe around Dakota's shoulders. She pulled it closed, mostly for everyone else's benefit rather than her own discomfort.
"Monsieur Miles, you have not seen the naked woman before?"
"Not...not like that," Danny Miles, the male lead stammered.
"Bullshit!" Dakota called playfully.
She'd pulled a Kate Winslet his first day on set.
Supposedly, when Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio had filmed Titanic, knowing she had a nude scene with him and he was American, rather young, and inexperienced with nudity on film, Winslet had flashed him the first time they were introduced to each other.
Dakota had conspired with Regis, the director, so when the director led Danny to Dakota's trailer to introduce her, Dakota had run up and given him a hug first thing.
While completely naked.
"That was...That's totally different; it was a prank. This is...I mean-"
Regis sighed and looked over at Dakota helplessly.
Despite having a reputation as being cavalier about nudity in his films, Regis Pascal wasn't an idiot. Sex and nudity weren't as taboo in Europe as in the US, but that didn't mean even European actors were eager to flash their goods for anyone at any time. When they filmed nude scenes, they still had closed sets with only the cast and crew that were absolutely necessary (though, Dakota mused, the definition of "absolutely necessary" got stretched quite a bit for a few people). Cell phones and anything else that could take a picture other than the film cameras were left outside; everyone who needed them had walkie-talkies to signal PAs outside the set if they needed something looked up or needed a message sent.
The tough part was that a lot of the film, frankly, had Dakota wandering around naked. She, Regis, the writers, Danny, and their intimacy coordinator Monique Gavreau (who was always near Dakota while she was filming nude) had gone over the script in detail for three days, finding, revising, negotiating, and discussing every minute in the script where someone had their clothes off.
In the end, it was decided it was more practical and economical to shoot the film almost in two parts. First, they did all the "normal" scenes where actors were clothed, although they also extended that to include scenes where Dakota was in non-revealing lingerie, since Dakota was fine with it and it allowed them to add a lot more of the film into the "normal" filming schedule.
They filmed all the naughty stuff last. That meant they could also dismiss a lot of the extra cast and crew for the remainder of the shoot, since every take from then on would be on a closed set with a skeleton crew.
Unfortunately, most of the scenes where people were wearing clothes either didn't have Dakota in them, or Dakota was on her own and not with Danny. Even in the scenes where they were together, they didn't interact much; they were scenes set outside the film couple's home, so she was acting the dutiful slave and staying behind him, quiet, and only responding to his commands.
All of their "real" scenes together happened when she was naked.
Danny had actually been the one to balk at that, literally saying during the discussions, "Does she have to be naked all the time?"
To the surprise of everyone there, Dakota had argued for it most strongly, though one of the writers, Teri, quickly backed her up, both arguing it was more authentic to the BDSM experience.
Dakota felt bad for Danny Miles. His acting roles to that point had him playing hard, edgy characters a lot; the type of guys who looked good and acted cocky, who would probably show you a good time in bed but you
knew
you were getting ghosted after. If you managed to make them your boyfriend you'd be getting cheated on before you updated your profiles with the couples pic. More than once he'd been cast as a villain and he made a convincing one. All of that was even more impressive because he had a soft, almost effeminate look to him; many of his roles played into that by having him act innocent, sweet, and clean only to reveal his "real" persona later.
The actual, "real" Danny Miles? Was a loveable dad. Literally, too, as he had two teenage children. He was 37, something Monique had given Pascal evil eyes for, but Dakota had honestly been surprised the actor cast opposite her wasn't older, and pointed out it was common in the BDSM lifestyle to have age mismatches (at least, based on what she remembered from that one party).
Dakota was also no expert, but she could tell immediately that Danny was not a natural dom. He might not have been fully submissive, but ordering people around and demanding results was not his style. He worked a room, charmed and cajoled, made friends and put people at ease. Plus, he was American and had all the usual hangups about sex and nudity that came with that. The cherry on top was that one of his kids was a girl.
So she could get why he might have trouble telling a naked girl closer in age to his daughter than him to bend over and prepare for a fucking, even if they weren't actually going to.
"I'm going to have lunch with him, just the two of us," Dakota told Monique.
Monique raised an eyebrow, "You will take him on a date?"
"Not exactly," Dakota said.
"I do not think sleeping with him is the answer. He will probably say no," Monique said, her French accent giving her words an extra exotic flavor.
"I wouldn't try that," Dakota said, "I just want to...desensitize him."
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"Um..."
Danny Miles stood outside the door to the bistro.
"Get in here," Dakota said.
She was naked again, and the bistro was empty.
It was actually under construction, technically, but the dining room was done; all the remaining work was in the kitchen. She'd worked with Regis to get the contractors to take the afternoon off. The windows were all blocked up and Monique and some others were running interference to make sure nobody tried to come in or sneak up for a peek.
"Dakota, look, I-"
Dakota pulled him inside the bistro and shut the door, then turned to him.
"No, you look. Do it. Stare at me," Dakota said, spreading her arms out. She noticed after a second that Danny was shifting around.
"Danny, I know you're going to get hard. Believe me, I don't flaunt it and we don't talk about it, but everybody knows I wasn't Pascal's first choice for this because of my acting."
"That's not fair," Danny said, "You're doing great. Better-..."
"Better than you thought I would?" Dakota said with a teasing smirk. Danny blushed and Dakota said, "It's okay. Like I said, I have no illusions about why I'm here or what this film is. I knew going into it that I'd be spending a lot of time with my clothes off. If I didn't know before, those three days we spent discussing it should have clued me in. But I have to ask, did
you
know what you were getting into with this?"
"I...I guess not," Danny admitted.
