"Here is your dressing room, Miss Devane." The producer's secretary led her into the plush accommodations adjoining the warehouse-like soundstage. From the outside it looked like a gas station restroom, but inside it was the picture of elegance. Looking all about her, young actress Evelyn Devane knew she had made it!
"Nice, isn't it?" the secretary said pointing to the art deco mirrors lining one full wall of the dressing room. "This used to be Katharine Hepburn's back in the '40s."
"Really?" she replied. "She was such a beautiful woman."
"Mr. Tracy sure thought so. The shower's in back and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. On us. If there's nothing else, Miss Devane, I'll leave you alone. But I'll be back in a half an hour to take you over to make up."
"Thank you," she said, "and Samantha?"
"Yes, Miss Devane?"
"Call me Eve," she said with a wink.
When the door had closed, Eve stretched and slowly, gracefully wandered through her room, becoming cozy in her new surroundings. She felt the warm, thick carpet under her feet. As she walked, her hands fell to lightly graze a smooth oak table.
She opened up a fruit basket on the table and read the card: "Eve, you are the apple of my eye, Eric." It was sweet and cute. But it rubbed her the wrong way. She never cared for his schmaltzy references because although they were well intended, she got the feeling that he just didn't get it. Digging through the assorted fruit basket, she pulled out a soft, succulent peach and greedily devoured it, letting juice run down her chin.
"I guess I was more hungry than I thought!" Still clad in her running shorts and tank top, Eve had exercised very early this morning and had simply jogged over to the studio from her apartment nearby. Samantha said this had angered the drivers' union, but so what? She's the star now! And you can bet she won't be taking any hassles from anybody!
Stripping off her tank top, sports bra and exercise shorts, Eve grabbed a towel and crossed to the shower. Flicking on a light switch, hundreds of tiny lights turned on behind her. They seemed to come from within the mirror.
Eve stepped up and examined the lights, then her body glowing in the reflection. Her delicate shoulders, her well rounded breasts (enhanced for the part by some product advertised on the radio), her long tapering legs, and her well trimmed slit. She let a hand fall down across herself to caress it and giggled. "They'll get jealous and say, 'She's not a real blonde.' Well let them think whatever they like!"
Flipping another light switch, Eve turned on the heat lamp over the shower stall. Stepping into the shower, Eve turned on the hot water. It poured out, steaming up the glass stall almost immediately. Her muscles contracted and relaxed, contract and relax. They fought the relaxation, but she forced them to calm down. As the starlet leaned back, letting the warm water envelope her from above, she thought back on how she got here.
Two months ago, after returning home from work as a waitress/actress at a local nightclub waiting to be discovered, she had received a call from her ex-boyfriend Eric. Since they broke up, he had gone on to become one of the most powerful producers in Hollywood. Based on their past experiences, he thought he had a good part for her. They arranged a meeting for the next day.
Eve was not too excited about seeing him, again. The break up was not amicable. She wanted to leave, not him. Over the course of their entire relationship, he had not been able to give her what she needed. Not just money or security, either. At the ripe age of 26, she was both at her sexual peak and beginning to feel like an old maid. Sexuality was a major portion of her emotionally at this time, and try as he might, he could not satisfy her. He could not bring her to orgasm. So, unfulfilled, she left him. While she threw herself into other men, he threw himself into his work. Perhaps this was why he finally became so successful in his career.
Now Eric wanted something from her. She could hear it in his voice. She thought about calling to cancel, but she needed an acting job. So, she arrived the next morning at his office wearing a tight black skirt and blouse which she knew drove him wild.
"Please send her in, Grace."
Eve entered and stopped dead in her tracks. He looked good! Too good. His tanned skin shone well across his face and forearms. Beneath his shirt was a bulge unlike one she had seen when they were dating. He had been working out. What's more he had a certain confidence in his eyes and in his stance which she had not seen earlier.
"Looks like life has treated you well, Eric," she said.
"Likewise, Eve," he replied, unable to take his eyes from the material pulled tight around her hips. "Please, sit down."
They chatted for a while about old times, asked about old friends, finally resting conversation on his latest movie. He explained the part, and she described how she would play it. They each acted professional to a fault, but there was an unmistakable sexual odor in the air.
Finally, he said, "Listen, I'd love to give you this part, but there's one last thing."
"What is it?"
"There's a sexual side to it. A topless scene. I'll need to see your bare chest before I can sign off on anything."
"What?! Don't you remember?" she demanded.
"Sometimes things change," he said while letting a little wry smile slide out. "I just have to make sure there are no surprises for the audience. I've been looking at women's breasts all week."
"I'll bet," she muttered under her breath as she stood up. Appalled, she wanted to walk right out of there, but she needed the job. Besides, there was just something about him that day that she couldn't put her finger on.
Slowly, reluctantly, she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. Her long fingers fumbled with the fixtures. She was nervous, and the buttons were awkward, too big for the holes. Halfway down she came to a particularly difficult one. As she struggled with it, the top of her blouse spread open farther revealing the chalk white skin between her breasts. She did not wear a bra that day. Finally she got fed up and her temper came!
"All right. OK. Have an eyeful!" she said as she ripped open her blouse, popping open most of the buttons, causing one to actually fly off! She let it fall from her shoulders around her waist, then pulled it out of her belt and let it fall to the ground.
Standing before her old flame in nothing but that short, tight black skirt and high heels, Eve felt her nipples grow hard instantly! Eric took in a breath, then calmed himself, licking his lips.
"Wow. They're better than I remembered," he said. "Come here."
She marched over standing indignant turning her chin up at him, but also jutting her breasts out towards him.
"What do you think? You're going to--"
Before she could finish, he reached around her ass and pulled her down to him, sucking one bulging, red nipple into his mouth, grinding it between his teeth!
