Author's Note
Lo All - First story submitted @ Literotica. Feel free to send constructive criticism or reviews.
To supplement my usual income I occasionally write screenplays. Usually they get bought up and made into B type movies, with a budget under a million dollars, so the payoff to me isn't that great. But, like I said, it just supplements my usual income.
This time was slightly different. One of the larger production houses picked up the script and decided to make the movie. The budget was actually over a mill, so I got a nice payday on the initial script and rewrites. Since shotting was occuring where I lived I was actually invited to come see the filming whenever I wanted to. I didn't expect this to happen, due to my normal job.
A few days before filming was to begin I got a call from the producer. Apparently the lead actress wanted to change the script a bit. Her allocated time for comments had long passed so I began to argue it with the producer.
"Why are we letting this nobody make comments now?" I in fact didn't even know who had been cast in the lead role.
"Didn't you get the casting announcement?"
I leafed through the papers on my desk, trying to find the damn thing. He began again.
"I can hear you - let me guess you got it, but never read it. Forgot who I was working with." I had worked with the producer before. I'm usually not very attached to my scripts - heck, half the time the movie is straight to video or Skinemax distribution immediately. So I tend not to read everything, besides the offers and contracts, that come across my desk. He continued. . .
"Let me save you the trouble - the role of Laurie was cast to Jessica Biel. This one isn't going straight to video - we're scheduling the release to go against some heavy hitters in the Thanksgiving-Christmas season."
I, of course, was silent.
"What was my kickback on gross profits again??" I asked. He laughed and reminded me. I grinned silently.
I continued, "Nonetheless what's she want to change?"
"Just some of her lines, but for the most part you've got final say on any changes."
"Alright. Have her send over a markup. I'll meet with her next week so we can go over all the changes."
"Sounds fair."
I spoke with the producer a few days later. I'd be taking the entire week off work in case there was a need for heavy rewrites. After finding out what kind of money they were expecting this to bring in I decided it was worth it. Jessica sent over her markup and it was mostly harmless stuff, but spending some one-on-one time with this hot actress was something I wasn't willing to passup.
The scheduled time came for her to arrive. I had setup the upstairs of my townhouse for work - full pot of coffee, minifridge stocked with everything from water to jolt to scotch, fire going, computers up and running on a mini-network, stereo stocked with good hard rock. I was in jeans and t-shirt underneath a sweatshirt.
The doorbell rang and I went to downstairs to get the door. For some reason I expected her to be wearing what we're all used to seeing her in - tight top of some sort, showing off her great tits, heck maybe the bikini from that movie she was in a few years back.
I was slightly disappointed as all I could see was a heavy overcoat, stocking cap, scarf, and sunglasses. It was winter afterall and snowing quite heavily. Strange that a bikini wasn't appropriate. Not to mention that she probably had to walk around with some disguise most of the time to avoid a mob.
She began, "Are you John?"
"Oh, ya, sorry - didn't recognize you." I moved aside and ushered her in. "Let me take your coat and stuff." She started with her sunglasses and scarf. Instantly she began to look better. She let her hair out from underneath her cap. A few loose strands began to float from the static buildup. I grinned while trying not to stare. She perked up immediately, gave me a wide smile, giggled slightly, and asked, "What?"
"Nothing - just the static." I moved my hand over her head touching those delicate strands. She could feel the motion and laughed. She was in the process of removing her coat, and I was still trying to control myself. What was underneath the coat was much better than the coat - A thick half zip down black Old Navy sweatshirt and black sweat pants.
Needless to say I was duly excited. I started hanging up her stuff and continued, "Why don't you head upstairs."
"Well we're moving quickly aren't we." Needless to say I was flustered. Even if it was a joke, which it must've been, she was laying down a nice foundation for anything else that may happen, even if it was just a nice down-shirt glimpse at her delectable tits.
"Ha ha. Very cute. My office is upstairs - also the heat is off down here, so we'll be much more comfortable up there." Had to laugh off the comment - otherwise I would've appeared entirely too nervous and she would've already won the 'I'm a celeb' contest.
I followed her up the staircase, admiring the view the entire time. My office took up a large chunk of the 2nd floor and gave us great 180 degree view of the city's east side. I showed her where the refreshments were, pulled out her marked up copy of the script, and we got settled in.
I added some bourbon to my coffee to let the creative juices flow. She made herself a screwdriver - very light on the vodka (damn), and we settled in. She stretched out on one side of the L-shaped sofa, I sat on the other part, laptop out and ready to work.
We started working going over the script to make sure everything flowed, going back as individual lines were changed. After about an hour the film's producer called to make sure everything was going alright.
"So how's it going with our star?"
"I'm fine."
"Ha Ha. Seriously. Has she thrown a star sized fit at all?"
"Nope."
