Natalie Portman's foot boy gets a reward
By: Alan Smithee
I am a film editor now, but like most people in Hollywood I started out as a PA. I mostly did low budget independent movies. Scurrying around doing whatever I was told to keep the production running smoothly. It was grunt work but it paid the bills.
In 2009 I got a bit of a break. A half decent job on a real film set. The best part was, I was working under Natalie Portman, my 5'2 Hebrew dream girl.
I was her personal assistant. I got an additional $90 a day in exchange for being her personal errand boy. I wasn't complaining, I was excited about the work, and I got to ogle her. She was nice and professional when she denied my attempts to make conversation. I did get some respect from the other PA's and people made their jokes, but it was a good job, and I was happy to have it.
After the first week I started complaining about her feet. She wasn't the only one. She would say it casually to people, sometimes to the other ballerinas or Mila to bond, sometimes to me, when she was sending me to fetch lotion or her other shoes.
I have always had a bit of a foot fetish, and all these beautiful women were walking around barefoot. They used real ballerinas for the extras, so they frequently had a couple dozen young, fit ballerinas in tutus and leotards rubbing their feet and talking about how sore they were. I had offered a couple of the girls foot rubs but they politely declined.
We were about two weeks in when it happened. Natalie was on set, killing it as always when one of the dancers complained more than usual about her feet. I turned around in time to see them. They were red, a little bruised, but beautiful. She moaned a little as she rubbed them.
She caught me staring.
"Hey?" she said.
"Sorry for staring, it just looks like you could use a foot rub."
She looked a little uncomfortable.
"Yeah, I guess." She said a little awkwardly.
"I mean, if you want, I can give them a rub, I took a class with my ex, and I am actually pretty good."
"I'm alright."
My cheeks blushed.
"I'll take one... I mean if you're offering you can rub mine."
I turned around, it was Megan one of the ballerina extras. She was a little freer than the other girls. We would see her walking around in her bra when it was hot, and she would change in front of everyone if the changing room was full.
"Yeah, no problem." I said.
She put her feet on my thigh and leaned back. The other girls snickered. I rubbed Megans feet. Within a minute she was purring, and the other girls were getting jealous. I could feel a bulge in my pants growing, I was in a daze when Natale walked over, looking a little bemused by what she was seeing.
"Hey, can you go get me some water." Natalie said. She was sweaty and her leotard clung to her body.
"Yes Ms. Portman." I said hopping up. I rushed away and heard Megan shout a thank you.
I came back with the water and all the girls were laughing. I just hoped they didn't notice my boner.
"Here you go Ms. Portman." I said.
There were a few of the girls sitting together.
"You seemed real happy rubbing Megans feet." Natalie said, making all the girls laugh.
"Yeah, I just wanted to help." My boner was gone but I still felt awkward.
Megan smiled at me.
"He did a good job Natalie, you might want to give him a try, your feet have to be killing you."
All the girls turned to Natalie and waited for her response.
Natalie laughed a little.
"I think I'm okay, why don't you go grab my salad and don't forget to pick the grapes out."
"Yes, Ms. Portman. "I said scurrying away.
"Oh common, he's pretty good." I heard one of the girls said as I left.
***
Day by day, more of the girls let me rub their feet. Every day at lunch and in-between errands for Natalie, I would rub one the ballerina's feet. Their feet were beautiful, all different sizes and styles. I would lotion their feet, rub them in between their toes, their ankles. The girls would tease me but that only made it hotter. I just became the foot rub guy. I tried to flirt with some of the girls while I rubbed their feet, but they politely deflected. I was treated like one of the girls. They would chat to each other as I rubbed their feet with a rare compliment sprinkled out.
Natalie was my white whale. Her perfect pedicure, size 6 beauties were my dream. I found myself thinking of her at night, in the bathroom, even when I was rubbing the other girls feet.
I fell into a routine, and had lost hope Natalie was ever going to give in. She had met her future husband, Benjerman. He was fit and handsome. Rumors had spread that they had were banging, along with alleged moans coming from her trailer. Given how soon after the shoot she was showing off a baby bump you must assume they were banging.
It was about halfway through the shooting schedule when Megan took a tumble. It wasn't serious, just a bad sprain but Natalie was pissed when she found out we didn't have a medic on set. I rushed over to her and took care of her until the ambulance arrived. People seemed impressed that I had called the ambulance and got to her first.
Even Natalie was nicer to me. On my first day back, she even sat with me for lunch. Normally I was just fetching things but now she was talking to me like a coworker. She was in her black tutu and wearing her makeup from the end of the movie.
"It was great how you took care of Megan; do you know how she is doing?" she asked.
"She's alright, it looked worse than it was. She should be back in a few days." I said.
Natalie nodded empathetically.
"That's good to hear, she is a great dancer."
I nodded and continued eating my sandwich.
"I made sure they have a medic on set."
"Thank you, I heard you had to give up your trailer for it."
Natalie nodded.
"Darren said we didn't have the budget for both, but I think safety needs to come first."
Natalie asked me about my dating life, my work history, and other small talk. I tried to ask her questions back, but she gave vague responses.
There was a long pause, and I felt the need as a long pause, and I felt the need to say something.
"I heard you and Benjerman have gotten close, how's that going?"
She ate her salad without speaking for a moment.
"You shouldn't listen to rumors, and you definitely shouldn't spread them."
"I am sorry, I was trying, you know..." I said trailing off. I felt humiliated.
We ate in silence for a moment. I think she could tell how bad I was feeling because she took pity on me.
"Hey, my feet are killing me, is that offer for a foot rub still available?"
"Yeah, sure." I said, a little too enthusiastically.
She took off her well-worn ballet shoes revealing her tiny feet. They were unmanicured. They had some calluses but weren't bruised and cracked like some of the dancers' feet.
They smelt like sweat when they rested on my thigh.
I gripped one with both hands and got to work and before I knew it, she was leaning back with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
"Do you have any lotion on you? I asked.
"Do you think my feet are dry?"
"No, it's not that Ms. Portman."
She smiled.
"I'm just teasing."
She reached into her purse and grabbed out a bottle of fancy lotion. I never saw the name, but it smelt incredible, and it made my hands glide smoothly and I could feel my hands softening as I rubbed. It made her feet like butter in my hands.
I rubbed my fingers in between her toes, along her arches and her heel, up to her ankle. She moaned softly when I found a good angle. It was heaven.
"I could do this all day, but we need to get back to work." She smiled at me. When we were finished, I rushed to the port a potty. My hands were still oily and rubbed one out in about 10 seconds. My hands, the mirror and the sink were splattered with a sticky load.
I fell into the routine of rubbing Natalies feet at lunch. It was the highlight of my day. We also started talking more. We weren't bff's or anything, but we had pleasant workplace chats. Megan joined us when she was better, and Benjerman also did. It was a little awkward and I still got my share of teasing from the girls, but I was happier then ever. I felt a little weird rubbing her feet in front of Benjerman and he was often in a rush to bully me a little.
This is how the routine continued for the last few weeks of filming. My time with Natalie's came to an end, or at least I thought.
A few months passed by, and I went back to my normal life. I was a little depressed, I was mostly unemployed, and I missed my sweet life, rubbing feet and sleeping in a holiday inn express.
I went from being part of an exciting project, rubbing celeb feet and hanging out with cool people and now I was alone, working shitty jobs but when I received my invitation to the cast and crew premier, I finally had something to look forward to.
It was winter when the cast and crew premier was held in NYC. About 150 people showed up at a small theater in New York. I had debated going, I didn't want to ruin the magic of the experience, but I was desperate for something to look forward to. I rented a cheap suit and took three trains to get downtown. I was sitting with the other production assistants, 10 rows down from the real stars, Mila and Natalie squeezed together. I was squeezed between a fat guy and an aspiring actor who thought he was too good for his job.
It was a little awkward. I don't know what I expected, I knew Natalie and I weren't going to hang out like old friends, but I felt like a shmuck just sitting there with the other plebs. Maybe I was the asshole who thought I was too good for my job.
The film was great, and seeing Natalie in her black swan makeup brought back some memories.
I went to the afterparty and made an awkward chat with the other crew. Most of us were just trying to catch a look at the above-the-line talent. Natalie was drinking champagne and clinging desperately to her now fiancé.
"Hey, it's my footboy." Natalie shouted when she saw me. Getting a few snickers from her group and caused everyone to stare.
She saw me, smiled and waved me over. She was clearly more than a little drunk.
"Hey, I missed you." I walked over and she gave me a big hug. Her little body felt amazing and couldn't help peeking at her cleavage as we separated.
She patted my cheeks with her tiny, manicured hands.
"I missed you during the reshoots."
I smiled.
"I missed you too Ms. Portman."
"Oh, you don't have to call me Ms. Portman, besides, I'm going to be Ms. Millepied soon enough." She said turning to her fiancé and rubbing his chest as she is looking up at him.
He wrapped his arm around her waist possessively.
I was a little intimidated, but I reached out my hand and shook his hand. He squeezed a little too hard.
"It's nice to see you again." I said and he just nodded.
I looked at Natalie little feet, in Dior heels. Even with the extra height she was still a tiny woman, only up to my chest.
"Those heels got to be killing you."
She gave a tired smile.
"They are." She whispered. "But they do look great don't they."
"Yeah, you look amazing." I said smiling.
Benjerman pulled her closer.
"So did you bring anyone with you?" Benjerman asked smugly.
My smile faded.
"No, I'm not really seeing anyone right now." I said, a little embarrassed.
Natalie looked disappointed.
"Well, you're a very nice and give great foot rubs, you'll meet someone soon."
I nodded. It was nice of her to say but I felt embarrassed, and it was too awkward to keep hanging around.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom, but it was nice seeing you." I said nodding.
"You don't have to go, I'm sorry about what Ben said." Natalie said apologetically.
"No, it's fine." I walked away.
I walked through the crowd, a sense of shame washing over me. I couldn't be like them. I never would be.
I stepped into the ballroom's bathroom, I was pleased to see had a little chair, a footrest, a bidet, golden fixtures. It was probably the fanciest bathroom I had ever been in. It was certainly the cleanest.
I heard a knock at the door.
"Occupied." I said.
I looked in the mirror. I felt like an idiot, my eyes were red and so was my face.
Another knocked at the door.
"I said it's occupied!" I shouted.
