Times were tough so I took a job as a security guard. It was film set security work which means you're basically a scarecrow for film production companies for insurance purposes. It might have been a big deal to some people, especially the younger naïve newcomers to Hollywood who might have seen it as a springboard to something bigger and better, but I had been around the block more than once so I knew that most low paying Hollywood jobs led to other low paying Hollywood jobs. The job was really beneath me.
To make matters worse I wasn't even in Hollywood; I was up in Canada. Most film shoots these days are shot in other areas besides California. Other states and countries entice film makers with better tax incentives than California does. My incentive for taking such a lowly job and relocating was staying out of jail. There was a warrant out on me in the Los Angeles area. Someone I knew got me in touch with a guy who did fake Canadian identities, got me all the documentation and even gave me a little work history. I was hoping for something a little better than security guard, but I couldn't very well put down my actual trade and hope to stay clear of law enforcement. I went with what was available. I knew how to make real money on my own anyway.
So there I was relieving some production company rent-a-cop who told me all I had to do on this job was stay awake and not let anyone on the set that didn't belong there. As he walked me around the set, he pointed out a very special cast trailer and told me that it belonged to the star of the show Tatiana Maslany. They were filming this series called Orphan Black. From what I understood, it was some type of series thriller about cloning. Anyways, I Googled the actress just to check out what she looked like. She was of course a hot little brunette with a tight taught body.
After the guard I relieved left, I decided to walk around the set and make sure everything was locked and secured before doing exactly what I wasn't supposed to do, and that would be climbing back into my personal vehicle and catching up on some sleep until the sun came up - nothing like getting paid to sleep. About an hour after sunrise, I would be the one being relieved.
As I walked by Tatiana's trailer I heard this noise coming from inside. It sounded exactly like someone trying to scream for help through a gag. I burst into the trailer and low and behold there was Tatiana Maslany tied to the bed. Actually just her ankles were tied. Her wrists were actually handcuffed. There was a cuff for each wrist but whoever did this to her must not have had enough cuffs for her feet because they used nylon stockings pulled down to her ankles and then wrapped around the bed posts.
It was actually quite an erotic sight, this hot little young actress whom I had just Googled all bound and tied to the bed by her wrists and ankles. She had nothing on but skimpy undergarments. She was even squirming against her restraints, wiggling and humping at the air with her hips like she was beyond horny. I Googled her one more time just to make certain it really was her. She started to get all excited trying to speak to me through her gag.
I moved to her bedside and pulled her gag out of her mouth and down under her chin so she could tell me what she had to say. "You're Tatiana Maslany, the star of this show, aren't you? Who the hell did this to you?"
"The producers did it," she said. "And I'm not Tatiana; I'm one of her clones, Rafaella. I'm her sex clone. I do all her sex scenes. I've been scientifically genetically designed to only care about sex."
I laughed and started looking around for the hidden camera. "Okay. This is very funny. Do they do this to all the new guys?"
"Look, asshole. This is no joke. Tatiana has tons of clones. That's why everyone thinks she's such a good actress. No one actress could do that many different roles in one series and pull them all off with the quality she does. They have actual clones for each character. Tatiana hasn't even ever been in the show even once. She just goes on interviews and makes award speeches."
"Even if this was in the slightest way possibly true, why did they bring you in here and tie you to the bed?"
"The producers have this sex scene to film tomorrow. They like to keep me horny before a sex scene, but not too horny or I can't concentrate on the scene. Normally I'm fucking on and off all day long, but before a sex scene they like me to fuck only a few times a day. There's supposed to be this fuck boy that comes around every couple hours to tap my ass, but I haven't seen him in almost a full day. I can't wait until tomorrow to get off in my sex scene. I need to get off now. So what do you say, you up for eating some pussy and maybe tossing me a fuck or two?"
"I don't know. Won't I be messing with the integrity of the show?"
"I just told you, the show has no integrity. It's all scientifically reproduced. Even the scripts are written by computer."
"Damn, Hollywood is as dirty as I thought. Glad I never got involved with them and decided to be a lowly security guard of my own free will and choice. Still though.., chick as hot as you, I could end up falling in love with you or something."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now all I care about is your lips and your tongue.., or your fingers.., or something. Come on, Man, I'm going out of my fucking mind here. You have no idea how hard it is to be a scientifically engineered nymphomaniac who only cares about sex and getting off."
I felt really bad for the poor girl squirming around like someone put itching powder in her panties, probably marking up her wrists on the handcuffs. She looked like she wasn't used to going without cock for any actual length of time. Plus all that squirming and wiggling she was doing was giving me a boner that could harpoon a whale.
"Okay, I'll do it," I said. I started to climb on top of her while at the same time unfastening and unzipping my pants.
