I had been out of work for awhile, so it was a great offer to come my way even though a number of other qualified people had turned it down.
You see the job was being tech support on a movie set in an unpopulated region of an Eastern European country. The other techies turned down the job because they were making better money being independent contractors and running from job to job. They couldn't isolate themselves to this one job for the time needed.
The studio managed to get a T1 line to the set but needed a team to administer the servers and make sure all the talent's computers were running properly. I wasn't qualified for the high end server work, but was more than qualified at teaching computers and diagnosing both hardware and software issues on a PC level. Due to this I got sent out to do the tech repairs when someone screwed up (for example when they would pour coffee in their system and not do anything about it for a few hours).
Most of the actors on the set were no-names, but there was a jewel among the group - LeeLee Sobieski. Her career hadn't done much recently (besides in artsy films) so I think this was a way for her to get back into the public eye and mind. I was pretty sure I'd never really run into her, much less get a good look at her - our job was to not be seen or heard, just to work like little elves fixing equipment in the background and then leaving as soon as possible. We were also supposed to do everything in our power not to disturb the talent - so if an issue arose that could be either a problem with the talent's electronics or somewhere else in the system we were always supposed to work on our side of line for as long as possible.
I couldn't believe it when the work report showed up on my email - "L. Sobieski connection not working. Normal troubleshooting resolved nothing. Check connection up to and including at computer. If necessary coordinate with LS's assistant." The contact info and trailer into were at the bottom of the email.
Since this was a temporary setup the connections were getting cut or pulled out of the sockets all the time. More likely than not a landscaper cut through the network cabling and was too embarrassed to admit it.
So I determined which port was LS's, checked it at the server - everything was fine. I worked my way through various switches, hubs, repeaters until I got to the outside of her trailer and still had a connection. The problem must've been in her trailer or with her PC. I contacted LS's assitant and coordinated with her. LeeLee would be shooting that afternoon and I'd be able to get into the trailer (with the key the assistant provided).
At the scheduled time I went to her trailer, let myself in, locked the door behind me and went about my business. I found the RJ-45 jack under the makeshift desk. It appeared to have been beaten into the wood paneling on the inside of the trailer. This wasn't unusual and had happened elsewhere. A celeb will throw a tantrum and throw something at the wall, or just kick the wall mindlessly while at their PC until it gives in.
I pulled the cable out of the connection, pulled the socket face from the wall and examined the damage. Most of the connections had been ripped. I went to my toolbox to get the proper supplies and began fixing the jack. Progress was taking longer than usual due to the cramped quarter. I thought it would take me about half an hour but that was still well within the timeframe I had received from the assistant.
No more than 2 minutes had passed when a large boom of thunder shook the trailer. I heard the slight beating of rain against the trailer. The noise eventually grew until I could tell it was going to be an outright downpour. I'd end up back at my trailer totally soaked. I wasn't worried about my scheduling - usually the actors stay on set if it rains and just wait for the storm to pass.
I was moving along at a good pace when I heard a key in the lock of the trailer. A bit worried I just sat there continuing my work. I could always act suprised later. The door bolted open, and a soaking LeeLee jumped into the trailer, slammed the door behind her and jumped into the bathroom, but leaving the bathroom door open. I quickly put my headphones on to give myself cover for not giving away my presence earlier when I'm finally discovered. I watched as layer after layer of soaked clothing was tossed into a wet pile on the floor - the last piece being a lacy white thong.
Obviously my mind was not on my work at that point (though I made to sure to keep on moving my hands). Then it happened -
As I was watching the lovely LeeLee stepped out of the bathroom buck naked except a towel over her head she was rubbing to dry her hair. My gaze began at the bottom. I followed her lovely and shapely calves up, past her knees, to her slim thighs, barely touching right below her pink, clean-shaven pussy (I hovered here for a moment) and continued up past her slim stomach until I arrived at LeeLee Mecca - her perfectly round, perky, supple and just prefeclty too big for her frame breasts. They jiggled as she dried her hair, I was obviously hard as a rock at this point.
Part of my mind began to wrestle with a very important question - how do I get out of here without getting fired and shipped back to the states. Don't misunderstand me - I should've been paying the company at this point, but I had had my fun - now the goal was keeping my job. I went back to fixing the device realizing that it was inevitable that I'd be discovered and if I was staring I'd be in trouble for sure. If I had some feasible explanation there was still hope.
Sure enough, within a minute I heard a screech. Exaggerating every possible motion I fell over in suprise, pulled off my headphones, glanced at LeeLee who already had the towel in front of her, covering one breast and turned around.
"What are you doing here?!"
"What are you doing here?!" we said simultaneously.
I was still staring at the corner of the room away from LeeLee and began, "I'm very sorry Ms. Sobieski. I'm here to fix your network connection. Your assistant said you'd be shooting until 8 tonight. Is it 8 already?"
"No!" She calmed down almost immediately "We stopped shooting early because of the rain. Didn't you hear the rain, or me coming in for that matter?"
"Sorry, no. I was listening to my headphones. It usually makes the clients more comfortable so it doesn't seem like we're eavesdropping." I was still awkwardly staring at the corner.
"Oh." She seemed to take pity on me, realizing she could get me into tons of trouble, "You can turn around now." I turned - she was wrapped in the towel from tit to pussy - one less inch and I'd be in heaven.
As is I was able to admire her legs before returning to the conversation. I continued, "I could stop and come back tomorrow sometime if you'd like."
"Do you have much longer?"
"Only about 25 mintes," I lied to get as much time with her as I could "but really, it is no problem, I can come back whenever would be good for you."
"No, it is alright, go ahead and do your thing. Some company would be nice."
She continued to wander around the trailer in her towel. She was making some small talk and all I could do, besides respond politely, was follow the bottom of her towel, dreaming about grabbing the edge and stripping it off of her. She sat down across the trailer and crossed her legs and began going through some mail, tossing most of it into the shredder. We continued to chat about movies (other than hers), California, places she likes to hangout, things regular people (me) like to do, when all of the sudden she interjected with,
"Tequila."
"Excuse me?" I asked looking up. She was holding a bottle of tequila someone must've sent her.
I said, "Tequila?"
"You know, pale yellow liquor - tastes good, some wimps, like me, use salt and lime."
I was rolling my eyes at this point, but responded, "If you're asking, yes that's Tequila."
"Gee thanks - I hadn't figured that out yet. Want some?" She had already stood up and was headed towards her kitchenette cabinet. She moved so quickly that the part in her towel gave me the opportunity to get another quick glimpse at her shaven snatch. She turned around holding two shot glasses and a salt shaker.
"Well I'm really not supposed to drink while on the job."
"Oh, well then hurry up and finish working. With the weather the way it is now I don't expect you'll be able to get any more work done today anyways. I'll just start without you." The rain had been coming down even harder than before and the wind had picked up enough to produce a slight sway to the trailer.
"Ok, let me just call in to see the status of things." I called in and indeed the rest of the maintenance schedule had been postponed until tomorrow. I was told to finish the job so that I didn't disturb the talent more than necessary and then to leave. I continued working and began speaking again.
"I was just told to finish up and leave to make sure you aren't bothered."
"Well, I don't like to drink alone so I'll be more bothered if you leave, so you should stay to make sure I'm not bothered." She had just finished one shot and was busy pouring herself another.
"Sounds like a plan to me," I responded and she drank her second shot.
I went back to my work, quickly this time though, and continued watching Leelee. She had poured herself a third shot, but was sipping this one. She had continued going through her mail, though her hand appeared to be gently stroking herself through her towel. Occasionally I would catch her glancing up at me.
Finally I finished the work necessary on the jack and reattached the plate to the wall. Obviously I was being watched more than I expected. As soon as the 2nd screw was installed I heard a slight cheer, "Yay - now we can drink."
"Not quite yet, I still have to check the connection."
