I was sitting at a table with a large video monitor that was divided into four boxes. Three of the boxes had images of the three cameras that we were shooting with. I had just yelled "Cut" and we were resetting the scene. I was giving further instructions to the actors on how I wanted them to say their lines. In the background Sheela Wilson, my Asst Director was tapping her watch indicating that we were about to enter overtime. I wanted one more take before we wrapped for the day.
"I yelled "Action" and the scene played out in front of me. With the headphones I was wearing, I could hear the dialog. When the scene finished, I yelled "Cut" and thanked everyone since it was the martini shot. There was movement as the crew started to secure the set and shut down lights and cameras.
"Boss, you can't be running us into overtime. You're getting a Kubrick reputation," said Sheela.
What she meant was that I was shooting take after take like Stanley Kubrick. I really didn't care if it got me the performance I wanted. Of course, I needed to be mindful of the budget. She sat down and went over the schedule for the next day which was our last shooting day. Friday I would be working with the editor selecting the shots to use in the final sequence. Monday was reserved for pickups if needed. The cast and crew would be on standby, but I would let them know over the weekend which scenes we needed to reshoot. The show's producer walked by and said everything looked good. I stood and grabbed my jacket and my equipment and walked outside.
Pulling up to the door was my red Escalade, I handed my case to the driver and waited for her to put the gear in the back and for her to open the door. Yes, I was becoming Sara. But that was OK as soon as I got home my bubble would burst. I hoped that Paula was cooking tonight as I didn't want to go out. My driver got us into traffic and soon we were in my development and driving down Red Rock Road. She pulled into the driveway and waited while I got out of the car. I opened the back and pulled my case out and then pushed the button to close the back. I walked into the house to the welcoming smells of Paula's cooking.
An arm snaked around my waist and moved me into a kiss. I checked to see if it was Sara and was rewarded by seeing her stand next to me.
"Paul we were beginning to think you weren't coming home."
"I was only a little late, I had one shot that I wanted to get right. Sheela was on my back about going into overtime. But the producer like it," I said.
"Kiss me darling, we made another five million today. Jack Cavite caved and paid up. Two point five million per accuser and our cut, we are making these women rich. I love it," said Sara.
There were several men who were tired of being bashed in the press that when Sara and the firm she works for call they cave and pay. I just hoped that the Bar doesn't look too closely at the tactics. The firm was doing good work getting justice for the women, but the price could be high.
"Are the settlements sealed?" I asked.
"No darling, we do not play that game we want let it all hang out, it keeps the bastards in line," replied Sara as she handed me a martini.
Sara then reminded me that her dinner party for the young teenagers was this Saturday at 4:00. I reminded her no booze, which brought a nasty face from her. "Yes, Paul I know, don't be silly." I reminded her that Jeff Wilson my friend that has a staging company was coming over Saturday morning to discuss the bridge for her and Bret's gala.
Paula walked up and told us that dinner was ready, and we all went to the kitchen. With just Sara and me we did not want to use the dining room. Paula brought a red wine and allowed us to sample and then filled the glasses. The meal was one of the best that we have had from her. Broiled Pork cooked to perfection.
"Paula when you do this again make an extra for me it was that good," I said.
"Paula you will not do that he doesn't need a load of rich food," said Sara, as she grabbed my hand and kissed it.
Paula filled our wine glasses and took the empty to the recycling bin. I did not get a chance to look at the label and asked her what the wine was.
"2012 Burgundy, according to my books it was a good year for that wine. We still have a half a case left," said Paula.
"I am really going to be sad when you become the wine director for a small restaurant," I said to Paula.
"Not a chance sir I like it here, I did hospitality work and hated it," said Paula.
Sara put her foot in my crotch and asked me if I could make her a martini. Let's see I wondered how many cocktails she had before I got home and two large glasses of wine, and now another cocktail.
"You'll be happy to know I've only had one before you got home darling, and with my recent successes I deserve one of my husband's best martinis."
I stood and walked out to the bar in the great room and mixed Sara her martini. She came up beside me and used her hand on my crotch to judge my interest.
"If I get fat and ugly will you still make love to me?"
"Yes, what brought this on, Sara, should I be giving you a cocktail?"
"No darling I am not pregnant. I was just speculating. By the way the fashions that Bret and I are featuring are maternity fashions. Oh, I have made an appointment for you with a doctor. I want to see if you are firing blanks."
"When are you going to remove the daddy preventor, Sara?"
"That is me to know and you to be surprised," said Sara as she took a sip of her cocktail.
I just shook my head and poured myself a cocktail. I directed Sara to the couch and brought our lips together.
We made love that evening with Sara letting me play with her breasts. She had me iron hard and I was able to spear her several times before we turned in. My hand moved to her breasts and I was able to stimulate them. They became aroused and stood even more proud of her body. Sara kept her hands busy stimulating my cock. We came together for a last time and I felt her orgasm, before I popped off. Sara rolled to place her back toward me and I spooned my wife.
"Since you will not be here in the morning, I will be expecting some extra attention this weekend, sir," she said before she turned.
When I have an early call my body usually wakes me up. I reluctantly got out of bed and moved to my dressing/bathroom area and cleaned up and dressed. Sometimes I was able to leave before Sara woke up but today was not one of them. She interrogated me about what time I would be home, and the schedule for the rest of the week. I asked if she was going into the office and was told that she was working from home. I leaned down and kissed her and then kissed her naked breasts. She pushed me away and I left taking the bridge over to the tower wing and pulled my gear from my office.
Sara Lloyd was waiting beside the car as I walked out. She opened the door and held it until I was settled. Her driving was just as good as Philip and like him she did not try to engage in conversation. She pulled up to the sound stage entrance and I waited for her to open the door. With my gear I walked in and set my equipment in my director's position and went to the "Craft Services" table to see what they were serving for breakfast. I loaded a plate and sat at a table. While I enjoyed directing this show I was glad that I was wrapping today. The show has been in production for many years and I had a little difficulty in fitting in. There were several times that the actor that played the lead and I had spirited discussions.
Sheela walked by and said that almost everyone was ready. I guessed who wasn't and sent her to let him know that he was holding up the production. I thought I could be making love to my wife now. Sheela called the cast together and they went through their lines with me listening. The group went through the scene three times before I started rolling cameras. At the end of the scene we reset and did it three more times. When I was happy, we moved on to the next scene. The actors scattered to their dressing rooms while the crew reset the cameras and lights. There are a group of people called stand-ins that have the same build and coloring as the main players. It is their job to stand in the set so the camera angles and lights can be adjusted without using the main talent. I was about to call the cast back on the set when Sheela called lunch.
I was a little frustrated, but rules are rules. Lunch was provided by the production company so no one would wander off. Sheela gave me the OK sign and I called the actors to the set. Fine adjustments were made, and we shot the scene. We moved to the last scene of the day and I checked my book to make sure that I had not forgotten anything.
I told Sheela that she could call action and cut. She was fabulous as an AD and I thought that she could direct and told her so. She sat in my position and called action. There were several mis-reads and we had to reset. She handled it well and got a great take. I told her to reset and have the actors do it again. They gave us a great take and Sheela yelled cut and the production crew began to secure the set.
"Thanks boss I have been wanting to do that," said Sheela.
I packed my stuff and walked out. My car was by the stage entrance and Sara Lloyd was holding the door for me. I dropped my bags on the ground and climbed in and waited for Ms. Lloyd to load them in the back.
Paula told me that Sara was in her office when I got home. I took the elevator to the second floor and found her office door open. She was on a speaker phone and brought her finger to her mouth indicating I needed to be quiet. Sara pointed to a chair and I sat down.
"Gerry, I am sorry that it would be a hardship for your client to be deposed tomorrow, but this was scheduled weeks ago. You took delight in dragging my client over the coals the other day, and now your guy can't come. Can't follow a court order?"
"Sara how long do you think that the deposition will take; Clive needs to be in New York as soon as possible?"
"Gerry, I planned on questioning him for five hours. I have that much ground to cover. Plus, there are the documents and emails that I am looking for in discovery, which will take another day so tell Clive that he is not getting to New York anytime soon."
I sat back and marveled at the way Sara was toying with the other attorney. My wife was a master of that kind of negotiations. She mouthed the words "I love you," and poked a finger through a circle made up of her thumb and forefinger. Indicating that she was fucking the attorney on the other side of the conversation, or she wanted to fuck me as soon as possible or both. I recognized the voice of Geraldine Taber on the phone, who saddled herself with the worst specimens of Hollywood moguls as clients.
"Sara is there no flexibility on the schedule?"
"No Gerry. This is the second time that "Something" has come up. If this goes on any longer, my client will be filing for Social Security before she has her day in court. Please have your client at our offices tomorrow at 8:30 and tell him to bring a seat pad as he will be with me for a while."
"You're playing hard ball Sara and I hope that you can back up your claims. This thing could blow up in you face," said Ms. Tabor.
"Gerry the only thing that will blow up is the mess your client has caused. He called my client and asked her to visit him at the Beverly Hills so she could read for a supposed roll in a movie. When she arrived, she found Clive in a bathrobe with his cock engorged demanding that she perform oral sex on him. No blowjob no roll. The smart thing she did was record the encounter."
