It was the job of a lifetime. It wasn't exactly glamorous, but it put me with glamour people. To be honest, I wasn't even sure how I had ended up with it. It had a name, but I couldn't even remember what it was. Dad would have called it gopher. Go for this, go for that.
The most amazing thing about it was that it was Charlize Theron. And what could I say, the woman was stunning. I hadn't had the chance to actually talk to her yet, because she'd been on set when I'd started and I'd just been told to wait by her trailer until she returned with desires that needed attending to.
I didn't know what I was going to say when she arrived, probably something stupid knowing my propensity for tying my tongue about itself.
When I finally saw her, it was all I could do not to let my jaw hit the ground. She strode up in a white, figure hugging outfit that showed her curves off wonderfully. I felt a tingling in my loins. Her hips swayed as she walked towards me. My breath caught as I saw the curve of her neck, the gentle, smooth shape of her breasts encased in the outfit.
"Are you the new girl?" she asked as she approached the door to her trailer where I was waited excitedly in the shade.
"Yes, I am," I replied. "I'm Nikki."
"You're an Australian then?" she asked, my accent having given me away.
"Er, yeah, I am."
"Well, you're a long way from home. I would like my lunch brought to me in my trailer today rather than with everyone else, could you please see that catering takes care of it?"
"Yeah, sure," I said. Charlize strode past me without a further word and entered her trailer. I tarried just long enough to survey the wonderful tight curve of her buttocks before rushing off in an attempt to locate catering before I screwed up my very first task on the job.
I hadn't been in the US very long when I'd met up with the guy that my father had once worked off-shore with off the West Coast of Australia. They'd become good friends and Dad had visited with him several times when he'd travelled there for work. It turned out that he'd scored a job as an industry consultant for the drill rig work that had been done in Armageddon and had subsequently made a few contacts in the industry. When I'd decided to travel to the US and spend some time over there, Dad had suggested that I look Chuck up because he might be able to help me find some part-time work. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that that work might see me in and around the set of a movie on the scale of Aeon Flux. Hell, I didn't even expect it to be in the film industry at all, more likely in some back-yard dive of a pub.
As I contemplated my luck, I nearly walked straight into another girl rushing the other way, barely avoiding her at the last moment. I snapped out of my reverie in time to apologise as she juggled the drinks that she was carrying. She looked like she was about to give me an earful but as our eyes met, a smile crossed her face instead. It was like a spark flicked between us.
I ran my gaze over her. She had fiery red hair and porcelain-like skin, but free of the freckles that I usually associated with such hair. She was taller than me by about two inches. As I checked her out further, I took in her small, but pert appearing breasts, the graceful curve of her slim hips and her long, slender legs. There was nothing to be disappointed with in that brief appraisal. As I looked back to her face, I met her eyes again and she'd obviously been checking me out as well.
I was pleased; it wasn't that often when I checked out another hot girl that I found her doing the same. Usually they didn't even notice that I'd been doing it, not expecting it from me.
"Sorry about that, I was a world away," I said as she smiled at me, her thin, red lips parting to reveal straight, white teeth."
"Oooh, nice accent," she said, juggling the drinks in her hands so that she could free one to shake mine. "Don't worry about it, you get used to people not looking, though I must admit it's usually the movie stars who forget the rest of us exist. I'm Heather, by the way."
"Hi Heather, I'm Nikki. Um can you point me in the right direction for catering?"
"Sure. Its that way. What are you doing here anyway?" she asked.
"Oh just running errands basically, a friend of my father's hooked me up with the job."
"Cool, who are you running them for?"
"Charlize Theron actually."
"No Way! I would kill to trade places with you. I'm just here running around for an electrical company. I don't even get to go close to the stars. And Charlize is hot!" I laughed at the look that crossed her face when she realised that she'd said it aloud. Like by indicating that she found a woman hot she had betrayed some terrible secret.
"Um,yeah," I giggled. "I never expected the job I was offered even to be near a movie set, more like in a bar somewhere," I confessed to Heather. "Anyway, I'd better be going before I lose the job on my very first day! Maybe I'll see you around."
As I left Heather to go her own way, I called back, surveying the curls of hair falling past her shoulders "And don't worry, she's not the only hot woman around here."
Heather laughed and waved, "Well maybe we can catch up later on?"
"Sure!" and with that she passed around the corner of a trailer and out of sight. I couldn't believe that the first person that I'd run into appeared to be gay. I expected that it wouldn't be like home, but had certainly had thought I'd be doing a little more homework first!
After having attended to Charlize's request with catering, I returned to her trailer to inform her that all was in order. I knocked on the door and waited for a response before entering.
"Yes?' I heard her voice from inside."
