Reese tossed her hair and smiled at the camera as she ran her tongue across Susan's belly and made her way toward the woman's breasts. Once their she glanced up to her "lover" and sighed wistfully. To everyone looking Reese was the epitome of a woman deeply in love with the older woman beneath her. To Susan, the woman who lay under the young nubile body, the green orbs spoke of hate and restrained venom.
"And cut!"
"About fuckin' time," Reese hissed as she leapt off Susan and demanded a bottle of water. "Jesus fuckin' christ! I told you not to wear that vile crap you call lotion!" She sucked on the sparkling confection, gurgled and then spit the contents of her mouth out onto the set's concrete floor. Susan's laughter could be heard as she made her way off the set. Reese spun around and started after her. A firm grip on her arm brought her up short and she turned to glare hotly at her real lover, Anthony Longslide, the production teams Head Cinematographer. "What?!" she hissed, jerking her arm away.
"You need to take a chill pill, Reese. Susan's just looking for ways to make you look bad on film. She'll paint herself with skunk oil if it makes your face contort on camera. Settle down," Anthony demanded, once more grabbing her arm with one hand and handing her a robe with the other. Before she had the sash tied he was leading her off the set and toward his trailer. "Do this for me. . .if you aren't going to do it for yourself."
Reese sighed, her shoulders slumped in defeat and her lower lip trembled. "But Tony. . .she tasted really nasty."
Anthony rolled his eyes. He highly doubted the famous Susan Swansong "tasted really nasty." If anything she was probably one hell of a lover; Age had a way of doing that to a person and if it wasn't for the fact he liked the image of fucking a young uprising star like Reese, he'd have tried to bang Susan too.
Once they reached Anthony's trailer, Reese was in his arms. He kissed her hard, pushing her against the door and running his hands up and down her slim torso till he was ready to cup her breasts and mash them together. Her fingers came up, curled around his shirt and much to his surprise, she pushed him away.
"Not now," Reese said, her voice dropping to a tone that spoke of sorrow and disappointment. "We need to talk."
Anthony frowned, dropped his hands and stepped away. He knew this conversation was coming, but he didn't want to deal with it. He wanted to simply keep fucking Reese senseless and deal with the whole camera time behind the scenes. More and more it was becoming apparent that someone, probably Max, had stepped in and started demanding that Susan get the better shots. His deal with Reese was unraveling and he was at a loss as to how to make her shots more noteworthy than Susan's.
"Susan's too good, Anthony. . .and not in the way you think." She rolled her eyes, tied the sash to her robe and plopped down on the couch. "She's getting the best lighting, the best shots, the best lines. . .How many people do I need to fuck to get a head in this film?" Her lips formed a pout that belied the real rage that was boiling under the surface.
"Are you fucking others?" Anthony asked. His fingers curled against the edge of his desk as he thought of all the times he and Reese had been screwing and if she'd come to him after giving her goods to someone else on the set. Susan didn't count. . .it was business. Besides, he benefited from the sex scenes Susan and Reese did. Reese may not admit it, but by the time the director called "cut" Reese was hot and bothered.
"No," Reese answered truthfully. "I wouldn't know who to screw. I mean. . .do you know who would be best to fuck? I know you can't control everyone, but surely you can do a little more. Can't you? For me?" Her lashes fluttered as she opened her legs and ran her fingers up and down her thighs.
Just as Anthony was about to lurch forward a knock sounded on the door. "What?" he shouted back, his eyes never leaving the path of sin that Reese's fingers were traveling.
"Dad. I got that footage you wanted," a call came back through the metal of the door.
Anthony rolled his eyes toward the Heaven's and shook his head. He stepped toward the door and opened it. At the same time, Reese rested her hands on her lap, her robe now demurely closed.
