Author's notes:
Hello Literotica reader. Again, sorry for the long gaps between stories. In the last installment I wrote you from the island of Maui. I'm still here. I can't bring myself to return to northern Virginia just yet. I have a lot of unused vacation time and I'm cashing it all in. My friend with the farmhouse in Haiku says I can stay as long as I like. At the archeological dig in Wailuku Heights I official met my first real person from my story. It was Stephanie Santos (not her real name of course) the security guard slash erotic writer. She was as beautiful and abrasive as described. She shooed my friend and I away saying that we had to get permission from Honolulu University to see the sight. Surprisingly, she slipped me her phone number even as she was throwing us out. My friend laughed at me saying that a tita like Stephanie will swallow me whole and spit out the bones. She was easy to look at so I could think of worst things. I got myself invited to a party at a local doctor's place up the street from the farm house. At first I turned down the invitation but when my friend told me that one of Gwen's paintings is hanging in the guys living room I had to go see. I called up Stephanie and she agreed to go to the party with me. I'll tell you how that worked out in the next installment. In the mean time enjoy the story.
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Chapter 66 Animated
I looked at the address on the piece of paper to make sure I was in the right place. it said Oano St.in Kaimuki near the base of Diamond Head Crater. The house, the street, the whole neighborhood looked so ordinary. Porn movie auditions are held in old warehouses or cheap motels and not in idyllic middle class neighborhoods. I must have the wrong place. A little unnerved, I turned around and headed back to the bus stop a couple of blocks away. Then I heard my former best friend Betty making chicken noises in my head. I stopped, did an about face and stepped onto the path of the well-tended Oano St, Kaimuki. Before hitting the doorbell I took a quick inventory of my appearance. I wore a simple sexy dark green satin dress that Betty helped me pick out a couple of years ago. It was annoying the way all of my good clothes had Betty's stamp on them. The dress came up to well above mid thigh and clung at the waist. It made my ass look great compensating for my lack of tit action. Under the dress I wore sexy black undies worthy of an underwear ad ... according to Hawk anyway.
Speaking of Hawk, he Aly and Matt —especially Matt— had no idea I was here. Meka assured me that the director making this short movie was a stand up guy and very professional. Putting total trust in Meka's judgment, I came alone.
I pulled out my compact mirror and deemed my makeup impeccable. The only imperfection was my feet. Walking a block and a half in the stylish shoes —another article of clothing Betty helped me pick out— made my feet ache but at least it wasn't a visual defect.
Now or never. I took a deep breath and hit the doorbell.
Forever later, a very pretty mixed blood Hawaiian girl answered the door. This I hadn't expected. She looked to be in her early twenties, petite, four and half feet tall at best. Her hair was short and boyish, she wore gym shorts and a snug workout top showing off her tight, athletic figure.
"You're here for the movie thing right?" the girl asked in a sweet singsong voice.
"Um, I guess," I said brilliantly.
"Leonardo! That girl's here!" I cringed for she yelled in that way only a local girl could. She was no tita like Stephanie Santos but clearly had her rough edges.
A guy of Asian mix with silver wire rim glasses and short messy hair came to the door. He was handsome in a geeky way. To enhance his geekiness, he wore a Geek Squad t-shirt. He was just a bit taller then the girl that answered the door.
"You're Gwen right? I'm Leo," he said. "This is Tessa my wife. Meka told me all about you. Let's go to my studio and talk there."
Since this was a locals household, I slipped my shoes off before entering and sighed with relief. I followed the pair through a nice living room with a solid wood floor, the walls covered with prints of popular local artist, then down a hall to a door that opened into to a room larger then the living room. A skylight overhead flooded the place with warm natural light. Several computers lined the walls, odd looking large bits of equipment filled the center of the room. Pinned in neat rows on one wall were drawings of naked men and women doing various things from simply walking, to kissing, to out and out fucking. The drawings were well done and I assumed that Leo had done them.
"Welcome to the lion's lair," Leo said.
"He calls it that because of his name," Tessa said obviously bored with the old joke.
Leo motioned for me to sit on a comfy sofa near a window, he and Tessa sat in padded folding chairs across from me. My heart sped up. I came mentally prepared for just about anything and wondered what I would be asked to to. Also, I wondered at what I WOULDN'T do. Last night I watched a bunch of porn about women going to interviews. I was ready to get naked but not so sure about doing anything beyond that.
Then don't do this, a part of my brain said sounding a heck of a lot like Aly.
"The gig pays two thousand five hundred is cash okay?" Leo said snapping my head back to the moment.
Tessa handed me a thick envelope. I blinked in confusion as I took it.
Leo continued, "My movie is animated and your face and figure fits one of the characters perfectly. In fact you come highly recommended."
"Animated like in cartoons?" I asked surprised and still shocked that he had just handed me an envelope full of money and I hadn't flashed an inch of skin.
"Come see," he said and led me to a flat screen TV that dominated one wall and sat me in a comfy office chair. He tapped at the keys of a computer. On the large screen an animation version of Tessa appeared standing on a virtual beach wearing a florescent pink bikini, her short hair stirred from a pretend breeze.
"I hate that color," Tessa said. Leo sighed and tapped at the keys, the bikini turned black with enticing red strips. "Better," she said.
Leo hit some more keys and animated Tessa walked toward the camera then passed it. The camera followed her as she walked down the beach to the water's edge. The scene froze as she bent to touch the water with her right hand, her animated ass well displayed.
"The animation is great and it does you justice," I said to Tessa appreciating her fine animated ass.
"As long as I'm not wearing hot pink," she said.
I laughed. "Its so real and fluid. Very convincing."
It was Leonardo's turn to laugh then he said, "My first few attempts were TOO real. I had to pull it back to make everything look animated. My clients didn't like their virtual reality too real I guess."
"You film with a camera then animate later?" I asked thinking of people running around with glowing reference dots all over their bodies.
"Nothing that crude," Leo said. He walked over to the big white boxy thing that took up the middle of the space. It was about three feet deep, six high and just as wide. "Meet the imprint chamber," He said, I designed it for making video games. A company called Imperial got wind of my invention and started throwing money at me."
"People make love in that box and they become instantly animated?" I asked thinking that there was barely enough room to stand in the thing let alone make out.
"Don't even have to do that. All I need is a likeness," Leo said proudly.
"This thing is like a giant 3D scanner," Tessa said. You step in and it records you from just about every angle."
Leo nodded. "The people part is easy, the hard part is the backgrounds and environments. That I have to do the old fashion way. But everything that the human body can do is programmed into the software. Wanna see Tessa do the Macarena?"
I laughed and nodded. A few seconds later I watched animated bikini Tessa doing the the silly dance to the song that made the dance famous."
"Very dignified," Tessa said to her husband.
"Anyway," Leo said, "To earn your two and a half grand all you gotta do is step in the chamber and let it scan you."
"Not that I don't want this money, but couldn't you have used a substitute body and constructed my face from a couple of photos?" I pointed at the skilful drawings on the walls. "Who ever did those could have easily recreated my face no trouble."
"Those are mine," Tessa said with pride.
"Your right. I could do that," Leo said. "But my clients don't know that. They think what I do is really heard."
I laughed. "In the fine arts we call that the artist's mystic. We artists do our best to make art making look hard and mysterious to separate us from the masses."
