Reese Willingfunck walked into the trailer after hearing the quiet, "Come in." She ran her fingers through her long brown curls and plastered a smile on her face. "Mister Longslide?" she asked, her green eyes looking imploringly at the fifty something, salt and pepper, slightly balding Cinematographer.
"Miss Willingfunck," Anthony said, rising and extending his hand, "A pleasure to see you again." He meant it too. The beautiful and semi-talented woman was pleasing to look at as well as polite. He saw star potential in the twenty-two-year-old and was a bit sadden by the fact she wasn't the Lead Actress on the set, but just the underling, or Supporting Actress as the professional title deemed her.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mister Longslide," Reese answered, taking his hand in hers and gently squeezing it. Her long lashes framed her bright eyes and the make-up artist had definitely found a way to accent her features.
"Please, call me Tony," Anthony said, as he cleared out a spot on his small love seat, and offering it to her.
Reese smiled softly and took the offered spot on the tattered cushion. "Then please feel free to call me Reese."
"Delighted," Anthony told her and took a moment to study her as she crossed her legs. Her skirt rode high up on her thigh and he could see the garter strap in place. "I see you're dressed for the Night Club scene."
She grinned and tugged gently on her skirt. "Yes, I am. I only wish I wasn't standing in the corner watching the couple dance. I'm an excellent dancer, but I guess that's my lot in life at the moment. A bit of camera time here and there."
Anthony nodded his head, bringing his fingers up to his lips and forming a steeple. "You're not giving yourself enough credit there Miss. . .I mean Reese. After all, it's your job to make her look good. That's why you're 'supporting' her."
Reese sighed, crossing her arms under her breasts, forcing the round globes to mesh together. "I know, it's just dancing... I really can dance." She stood up and sauntered over to Anthony. Her eyes dragging slowly down his body. "I mean, I'm sure that if you saw how perfect I was for the club scene, you'd want to focus more of the shots my way. After all... the better the scene, the better the feedback, which means more jobs and more dollar signs for you."
Anthony scooted his chair back and smirked. He read her face, the way her body moved in a soft swiveling action and knew who would get most of the camera time this morning. His hands moved to her hips and then down to rub along her thighs. His fingers skimmed the edge of her skirt. His nails grazed her skin as he pushed the soft material up higher. He dragged his fingertips across the bands of her garter straps and then hooked them. With a smirk, he pulled and released the elastic and was rewarded with Reese's giggle.
"Dance for me, Reese," Anthony cooed as his fingers moved to grope her ass.
"Yes, baby," she purred back, and stood with her feet slightly more than hip-width apart. Reese drew a circle with her hips, arching her back. Her hands moved up her torso, slowly easing their way under the silk top and lifting it from her pert tits.
"Damn," Anthony groaned. His hand moved to his trousers where he quickly released the button and drew down the zipper. His boxers jutted out, the hard shaft of his aroused state poked through the slit in the fabric.