Ben looked at the note a fellow P.A. has handed to him. The message had been written by hand in a neat, pretty script.
Meet me in my trailer in half an hour. -- Alex
As a production assistant, Ben had many duties on set, but the one he enjoyed most was when it fell to him to drive the talent to set, especially the women. The first time he'd been tasked with driving Alexandra (or Alex, as she preferred to be called), he'd been excited. She had a particular nude scene that he'd gone back to time and again for spank material. His laptop propped up beside him, he would play the clip in a slo-mo loop, his hungry eyes taking in the reveal of her big tits, the slight jiggle of them as she tossed her shirt aside, the smooth curves of her ass as she slid her panties down. There were many famous women he liked to jerk to, but nobody could make him come as hard as she did. If there was anyone who came close, it was that new girl, Sydney Sweeney, who also had an impressive rack. Imagine his joy upon finding out he would be working as a set P.A. on a movie the two women were shooting together. So far, he hadn't had the pleasure of driving Ms. Sweeney, but he'd caught glimpses of her on set.
Ben looked at the note again, perhaps for the hundredth time. What did Alex want to see him about? They'd had pleasant enough conversation when he drove her to set, but they hadn't spoken outside of that context. She would give him a little smile in passing now and then, but that's it. He worried that she might have noticed him trying to take a look down her shirt the last time they were in the car together. He'd stopped at a red light, and she was busy texting on her phone. The shirt she had on was tight on her, and her tits were practically popping out the top. He'd snuck a quick peak, filing the sight of her sweater puppies in his mental spank bank for later enjoyment. Maybe she had noticed. Maybe this was a set-up, and she was waiting in her trailer with a producer who would tell him that he was fired and would never get a P.A. job again.
Nervous now, and noticing that thirty-five minutes had passed since he'd been handed the note to meet her in half an hour, Ben made his way to her trailer, which was set off by itself because Alex liked to take naps during the day, and she said the noise closer to set made it impossible for her to doze off. Ben knocked on the door hesitantly, already thinking of excuses for why he'd looked down her shirt.
"Come in," came her sweet voice from inside.
Ben opened the door and stepped inside. He could smell the light scent of perfume. The couch at the back of the trailer had a little curtain set up in front of it, presumably for privacy when Alex took her naps. Her voice came from the other side of the curtain.
"Is that you, Ben?"
"Um, yeah. I got your note."
That sounded dumb. Of course he'd gotten her note; why else would he be there?
"Come on back here," she said.
He hesitated, still wondering why the hell she'd summoned him there. He walked back and opened the curtain. For a moment, Ben was struck dumb, completely unable to speak. Both Alex and Sydney were seated on the couch, both of them clad only in lingerie, Alex in blue and Sydney in red. They both giggled at the deer-in-headlights look on his face.
"Well, don't just stand there," Sydney said.
But he did just stand there, still as a statue, until Alex grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to the couch so that he was seated between the two of them.
"Do you know why you're here," Alex asked.
"N-no," Ben stammered nervously.
"I noticed you staring at my tits the other day in the car."
So, she had noticed.
"I was hoping you'd make a move," Alex continued. "Since you didn't, I decided it would be up to me. I told Syd about it and she asked if she could be a part of it."
