Chapter 1: A Midsummer's Night Dream
I'm generally known as the best at what I do.
Now, what I do doesn't make me famous. Quite the opposite. But it does allow me to inhabit the circles of fame. You could say that I meet a lot of celebrities in my line of work.
You see, when a movie is being shot, tensions can run quite high. For actors, the action is very sporadic. There is a lot of waiting around for the technicians to light or change the scenes. On top of that, the actors and actresses sometimes have to spend hours in make-up every day. A lot of times they have to shoot nights. This, added to the pressure that they have to be on top of their game at all times, can be extremely. Especially when their lover is not able to come to the set, or if they don't have a lover.
And that's when they call me.
Some people might call what I do prostitution and I guess that's as good a word as any. I like to think of it more as a morale technician. I keep the actors fresh, invigorated, and relaxed. Or should I say actresses.
Sometimes a director will hire me for an entire movie, and sometimes they will hire me for just the day. It wholly depends on the length of the shoot, the amount in the budget, and, of course, the type of actress.
As I have stated, I am probably the best at what I do. My virility, stamina, physique, technique, and length have gone towards making me so, and I have spent a long time honing those techniques. I am often requested by name by certain actresses and am never out of work, which is very gratifying.
You'd be surprised at who I service in the industry. You give me the name of one of the top Hollywood actresses and the chances are, I've nailed them. Even the married ones. That's okay because it is generally known, by those who know about it, that it is all a part of the movie making business.
Not a lot of people outside of the movie industry, even outside of the actors, directors, and producers, know about it though. The sex that goes on behind the scenes, so to speak, is a secret kept between the producer, director, actress, and myself. I am completely professional and confidential. We all are in my business. It's a great gravy train, with excellent perks, and you would be a fool to cash your chips in after one arrangement.
I always let the customer have their way and would never dream of telling anyone since it could mean the end of a brilliant career. I am, of course, always uncredited at the end of a movie, but I am one of the most vital cogs in the works.
My wife is in the same business as I am, and it was she who suggested I write these memoirs. She has stories of her own though of course. I occasionally work with her, which can be a lot of fun, and we might get to that... eventually.
But first I thought I'd tell you about an 'arrangement' I got a couple weeks ago...
***
Lately, I've been getting a some television work.
Sexual tensions don't usually run high on TV hows unless they are filming 'off set'. In another city, for example.
For this particular show, a show about a ditsy woman in a Boston law firm, a lot of establishing shots were being done at city landmarks with all of the principal characters. The shooting had run long and tempers high and I was called in double quick.
I had just flown in from LA and had only talked to the producer on the phone. He told me to go to the Boston Hilton and gave me a list of room numbers and times. He had spoken to the actresses and they knew to expect me.
Consulting the card, I went straight up to the third floor and made my way to the first suite. I knew pretty much who the first client would be since it is customary to give the starlet or 'headliner' primary attention.
I knocked.
The door was opened by a beaming Calista Flockhart.
'Russ! Hi! God, I'm so glad they sent you, come in.'
'Hi Calista, how are ya, babe?' I give her a peck on the cheek.
'Oh, okay. Just a long hard day, you know how it is. Sit down, can I get you a drink.'
'That'd be great, thanks.' I said, sinking onto the couch. Good and springy, I thought.
'What do you want?' she asked, opening the mini-bar. 'We've got everything here. I don't know what I've drunk so far though...'
'Oh, whatever you've got left is fine.'
'Whatever I've got left, okay...' I took her in as she bent down.
A lot of people say that she's too thin, but I don't think so at all. I think that something like that is all relative and that she's the perfect shape for her. I'm not one that much goes in for the round, voluptuous types, which I suppose is just as well. People are far too critical about female celebrities anyway.
She had a loose silk gown which was see-through and very tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had obviously dressed for the occasion with no bra or panties.
'I asked for you particularly, you know,' she said as she stood, twisting one of the tiny alcohol bottles open.
'Thanks, I appreciate that.'
'No problem, you're one of the best.'
'So are you.'
'Oh, you don't have to say that. Here you go.' She handed me the drink and sat down next to me, draping a leg over mine and combing through my hair with her long, slender hands. I know I'm not the most attractive that Hollywood has to offer–'
'No, I mean it.' I said, cutting her off. 'You have an excellent body. Your breasts are like a teenager's. Small, petite. I don't know about anyone else, but that really turns me on. In addition to which, you have killer legs, amazing eyes, and the most incredible pair of soft, pointed lips I've ever had the pleasure to taste. Both pairs. I was thrilled when I knew I was going to be working with you tonight.' I moved in closer. My flattery was working, she was almost panting, 'Working on you, I should say.' I ran my hand up the side of her leg. She closed her eyes and pursed those amazing lips.
'You'd better hurry with that drink,' she said, breathlessly.
I drained it in a gulp and dropped the glass on the floor.
Calista grabbed my head and pulled it to hers. Her lips landed on mine and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. She devoured me hungrily for a little while and then I felt her free hand on mine.
She pulled it across her leg and pushed it between her thighs. She was hot, but not moist yet. I started rubbing it through the slick fabric.
She pulled out of my mouth and layed on the couch as I massaged her crotch. I watched her long, thin body twist and squirm at my touch and started to become aroused myself.
As I started feeling a little wetness through the silk, she shifted her weight and rolled on to me.
'How do you want it?' I asked, chewing on her ear.
'Do you remember on A Midsummer's Night Dream?'
How could I forget?
*** You should have at least heard of it even if you haven't seen it yet. It starred Calista Flockhart among others and was one of the wildest times I'd had.
The shoot had gone okay, but, at the time I'd arrived, they had to shoot scenes that didn't involve most of the primary cast, including most of the women. They still needed them around, however, in order to do some scenes at the beginning and the end which featured them all together. There was nothing for them to do, and they were bored and stressed. I was sent down to keep the ladies loose.
I wasn't given hotel rooms or numbers, but when I arrived, I was sent to the indoor swimming pool. The producer was waiting for me in the lobby and, after establishing I was who I said I was, he led me through to the indoor pool. He locked the door behind me, and left.
I stood there, in the darkened pool area wondering what I was supposed to do when I heard voices echoing from one end of the hall. I turned and saw an open sliding door that led outside.
I walked towards it and saw that it opened onto a large hot-tub outside. It was against two walls and several large screens had been placed to wall it off from possible peeping toms and the paparazzi. Security and secrecy is always paramount in my business.
When I saw who was in the tub, I knew I was the luckiest guy in the world.
Calista was there of course, I immediately recognised her, as well as Sophie Marceau and an actress who I would later realise was Anna Friel, a British actress. They were all sitting around in the bubbling water, chatting and sipping drinks. They all had one piece bathing suits on which were probably bought for them that day by wardrobe. They were smiling and talking pleasantly and looked quite relaxed.
Anna, who is a sweet little brunette with petit features was the first to notice me.
'Wahey! Here's the meat!' she said in her thick English accent. She had obviously been drinking for a while.
The other two twisted around to look at me and smiled approvingly. 'Come on in, handsome, the water's fine' Calista said as she started to giggle.
'Hi girls.' I smiled and gave them a wave as I started to undress.
The talk stopped as they sipped their drinks and watched me undress. Once I had stripped down completely, I got into the water.
'Mm. We've got a nice strong one tonight,' Anna commented as she winked at me. I winked back and introduced myself, as did the others.
'We were just talking about sex scenes,' Anna filled me in. 'I once had to do one with two other blokes in a show called The Tribe in England. The director wanted me to be naked, above the sheets, for the entire thing...'
'That's nothing,' said Sophie, in her thick French accent, 'I had to do one with John Malkovich...'
'Ew! Gross!'
They chatted some more as I listened and watched. Anna was definitely the most chatty of the three. Sophie would break in once in a while in broken English but would mostly just sip her drink.
It wasn't proper etiquette for me to approach any of them, so I just layed back and waited for them to come to me.
Eventually Sophie, pretty much alienated from the pervading drift of the conversation, got up and drifted over to me. 'Hello,' she greeted.
