Naed on Screen

This is the second story in a series describing Adam's early sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend that you read the stories in order.

Chronologically most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia" but it doesn't matter which series you read first.

Note: in keeping with the time period of the story, I use the gender-specific term 'actress'.

Prologue

My name is Adam. I am 18 years old and in my last year at school. I live in London with my mother.

Chapter 1 - Casting

Henry V. My first big role. "Once more unto the breach..." and all that. A tough choice for a school production but Mr. Lepage, our drama teacher, didn't like things easy. Which is probably why he cast me in the lead role but, given what happened next, I must have done alright.

~

At the after-show party Mrs. Wilde, my French teacher, came over to me with a younger woman. "This is my daughter, Diana; she wants to talk to you."

Diana explained that she worked in casting and was currently looking for a young actor to appear in a movie. "Mum says that your French is pretty good. Do you think you could handle it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sorry, I am getting ahead of myself; I should have told you this bit first. It's a French movie. You would be playing a young Englishman, so your French doesn't have to be perfect. It is more about being able to take direction and generally manage on the set."

I gawped at her. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. You will have to audition of course. How old are you?"

"Eighteen" I replied.

"That is perfect. Final year at school?"

"Yes."

"They want to film next June and July so the timing of your exams could be a problem. Do you think I could come and talk to your parents?"

"I guess".

She handed me a card and asked me to give her a call the next day.

~

Next evening, I was sat at the dining room table with my Mum and Diana discussing a possible film role. It was surreal to say the least. Especially, when Diana revealed that the plot focused on the sexual relationship between my character and his friend's mother and would require nudity. Mum's attitude became distinctly frosty at this point. I didn't know where to look. Diana could see that the discussion was not going well so suggested that she come back another day and, in the meantime, we could talk about it.

~

Diana came back the following weekend, just before Christmas, and, sure enough, Mum and I had talked about it a lot, an awful lot, but it had helped sort out our thoughts.

We were not against it in principle, after all I was now an adult so it was up to me, not my parents, but the most important thing was that my studies, especially the exams, were not affected.

Diana nodded, "I think we can work around those.

"The director is proposing to be in London the week after New Year which will be before school restarts. Do you think you could come for an audition then? We would pay your expenses of course."

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"Great! I will get back to you with a suggested date. You should get an agent to represent you; I can put you in touch with a couple that I think would be suitable. Is that OK?"

I nodded, "I guess!"

"Excellent. I will give you a call in the next day or so. It would be good to get things fixed before Christmas if we can."

With that she was gone, like a minor whirlwind.

~

So it was that a few days into the new year I was sat in a waiting room at a casting agency in Central London. There were nearly a dozen other young men there. Most had rather plummy accents and many seemed to know each other to some degree already. A few quizzed me about which drama school I was at, other auditions I had done, and so on. Clearly, nobody was impressed with my answers. They were a snooty bunch. I felt like the odd one out.

At 10:00 am Diana entered the room with a cheery "Good morning. This is a casting session for '

Seuls Ensemble

'. Don't worry, it is a film, not a music group."

I translated the title as something like 'Alone Together'.

"Right, this is how it will work. Pierre will see all of you for 5 to 10 minutes each and then choose 3 or 4 for a closer look this afternoon. If your schedule does not allow for that then I suggest you leave now."

A few people muttered as they checked Filofaxes, but nobody left.

"Great, then we'll start with John Brown."

A red headed lad stood up and followed Diana from the room. Every five of ten minutes others were called forward. Most came back but some, like John Brown, did not; presumably fallen at the first hurdle.

With Smith as a surname, I figured it would be well over an hour before I was called; sure enough Diana came for me at about 11:30. She led me to an adjacent room where I was greeted by a short man with a shaved head and an extravagant moustache; Pierre Faure, the director. He greeted me in French. I expected this so had mentally prepared for it. Without hesitation I responded in the same language.

He asked me about my experience and why I was interested in the role. It was all in French albeit spoken slowly and simply, obviously a test. I must have passed because after ten minutes or so he looked at Diana and nodded. She smiled and led me back to the waiting room where the last couple of candidates waited.

After the last one returned there was a brief delay, presumably while Pierre and Diana conferred. Eight expectant faces looked at her when she returned.

"Right, we would like the following three people to attend the callback this afternoon: George, Liam, and Adam. Please be here by 2pm.

"The rest of you, thank you for attending."

When the three of us got back to the waiting area we could hear shouting. It sounded like Pierre and Diana arguing in the next room. After a couple of minutes, we couldn't hear them anymore, but it was a while before Diana came to collect George. When she did, she looked cross, not the sunny disposition on display earlier.

Diana did not look any happier when she came for Liam, or when finally, she came for me.

On the short walk to the casting room, in a quiet voice I asked, "Are you OK?"

"Could be better, but don't worry about it. Just do whatever Pierre asks, I will be OK. When I give you the dialogue, make sure that you read it through before we start."

Pierre was still sprawled on the leather sofa, trying to look cool and chic. Speaking French, he welcomed me back then apologized that this session would be more intimate, then gesturing to a screen in one corner of the room asked me to undress fully. I wasn't expecting this but given that the role involved nudity perhaps I should have.

In any case, last summer I had been nude in front of others several times without any concerns. What was different?

When I stepped back Pierre looked me up and down. Diana was more polite, making an obvious effort to look at my face as she handed me a clipboard with a sheet of paper on it.

He instructed to "

Tu es Paul, Diana sera Alice

."

I nodded, then took some time to read the text. There were a few words I did not know; I hoped to bluff my way through them.

When I turned to face Diana I found, to my surprise, that she had removed her top and her breasts were hanging free. One of the stage directions '

Touche ses seins

' now made sense.

"Ready?" she asked. I nodded. She delivered the first line, and I responded.

It went quite smoothly with only one intervention from Pierre, and then we got to the stage where we were supposed to get physical. I hesitated, looking at Diana for permission; she understood and nodded her assent.

I reached for her breasts, gently cupping them with both hands. She stepped closer to me, placing one hand on my shoulder and softly wrapping the other around my cock. It was an effort to continue with the dialogue, but I managed it somehow.

When we got to the end there was a round of applause from Pierre. "Bravo. You did very well."

It was the first time he had spoken English to me.

"Please get dressed and then we'll talk some more."

I scuttled behind the screen and put my clothes back on.

When I emerged Pierre and Diana were both sat on the sofa. He indicated that I should sit opposite.

"That was really good," he said. "What I want you to remember the surprise when you saw Diana topless. If you get the part that will be an important reaction."

"Are you still interested?"

I told him that I was.

We will let you know."

He glanced at Diana who said "yes, thank you. If you don't mind, I'll speak to you in a minute."

I nodded and returned to the waiting area, my head spinning. None of the others had been asked to wait, was that significant? Being naked in front of strangers, what a feeling that was!

While I waited for Diana, I helped myself to a coke from the fridge.

She didn't look so angry when she returned.

"Come back to my office," she said.

"I need a drink," she announced. "There's not much choice here but I expect there is champagne somewhere. Will that do?"

I told her that it would do, and she disappeared for a couple of minutes, returning with a bottle and two glasses.

Waving the tumblers she apologised "I have no idea where the flutes are; these will have to do."

She poured the wine, and we sat together on a sofa like the one in the casting room. We clinked glasses.

"I am glad that you were last today because it gives me time to say a couple of things to you.

"Firstly, if I had known about the nudity in advance I would have warned you. Pierre surprised me with that. I wasn't happy about either of us undressing or touching; actually, we had an argument."

"Yeah, we heard," I told her. Diana winced.

"Secondly, thank you for not being a, er, prick about it. The other two were quite unpleasant. The good news is that their behaviour and your consideration did not go un-noticed by Pierre, in fact it impressed him. The role needs somebody that is respectful, and you showed that. Also, your French was the best.

"Really, I should not say this before he decides, but I think the part is yours.

"Congratulations." We clinked glasses again.

The wine had gone fast. Diana refilled our glasses.

"I have a suggestion," she announced. "I want to get out of here and forget about Pierre ASAP. How about I take you out for an early dinner? There's a nice Italian close to Victoria station so you won't have far to go for a train home."

"Sounds good," I said, "but I should let Mum know. She is expecting me by 6pm latest."

"No problem, call her from my phone," she pointed to her desk. Dial 9 for an outside line, then her number. I will give you some privacy."

Mum had just got home. She wanted to know everything, but I was reluctant to go into detail beyond getting one of the callbacks.

When Diana returned, she picked up her coat and handbag, then we collected my coat and headed for the Tube.

The restaurant was crowded with people eating together before heading home and others before going to the theatre. We were sat close together at a small table.

"

Tres intime

" I told her, imitating Pierre from earlier.

She laughed, "not quite as

intime

as earlier".

"True," I acknowledged, "but also enjoyable."

"Mr. Smith," she said with mock solemnity, "I do believe you are flirting with a woman nearly twice your age."

I stuck with "True, but also enjoyable."

If only she knew what I had been up to last summer.

"Anyway, back to business. What happens next?" I asked.

"Right. Pierre said that he will decide tonight on the three of you. It might be that he wants me to keep looking but I think he will be pick you. Whatever happens I will let your agent know, and you will get the news from her.

"Assuming the part is yours there will be a contract to sign and a script to learn. You will probably have to go to Paris for a wardrobe session and maybe a read-through or rehearsal. Of course, we will have to plan the shooting around your exams.

"Do you know when they are yet?"

"No, but they must schedule them well in advance."

"OK, I will talk to Mum and see if she can help get your timetable."

I nodded.

We chatted a bit longer, Diana paid the bill, and we bade farewell with a kiss and hug that was more friendly than professional.

The next day Margaret, my agent, called to say that I had the role. Soon after Diana called to congratulate me again and say that she, or one of the producers, would be in touch.

What had I got myself into?

Chapter 2 - Costume

The term went by fast in a blur of studying, revision, and university applications. Then throw in getting ready for a role in a film and you have serious amount of stress. As I had never been abroad before I also had to get a passport.

As Diana predicted I had to visit Paris for a session with the wardrobe department. Fortunately, she made all the arrangements, all I had to do was meet her at Croydon station with enough clothes for a couple of days away. We took the train to Gatwick and caught a mid-day flight. Being my first time on a plane made it especially exciting.

She explained that normally I would be doing this on my own but, in the circumstances, she had convinced the studio to pay for her to accompany me.

A taxi took us to our hotel. 'Cheap and cheerful' was her description. After interacting with a surly receptionist at check-in, she adjusted the description to 'cheap'. I didn't care; it was my first time abroad plus I was in the company of an attractive woman.

We had adjacent rooms. Mine wasn't large enough to swing a cat in and I doubted that Diana's was any different. Luckily, we had not brought any pets with us. The appointment at the studio was next morning so we had the rest of the day to ourselves.

"I want to show you the sights" gushed Diana.

We took the metro to the Arc de Triomphe then walked south to the Eiffel Tower and along the Seine to the Place Concorde then into the gardens of Les Tuileries. Diana slipped her arm through mine as we went. We must have looked like lovers rather than colleagues. Something about the city brought us closer.

In the gardens we were sat on a bench when Diana leaned over to kiss me. Modestly at first, but then more deeply, mouths open, tongues exploring. Suddenly she pulled back.

"Shit, I should not be doing that. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I said. "I am glad. Yes, you started it, but I was a very willing participant.

"I am 18 years' old, I am not a virgin, and you are not even the oldest woman that I have been with."

That shocked her.

"Let's forget about the age difference, forget about our professional connection, and just enjoy each other's company."

Diana gawped. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. Finally, she pulled herself together.

"Wow! That's a very grown-up response. I thought being the adult was my role."

She blushed.

I squeezed her hand. "Are you into role-play" I asked in a serious voice. That broke the tension, and she burst into laughter.

"I think I have my hands full with you," she gasped. Perhaps thinking about my penis, she added "in more ways than one."

I smiled. This was going to be a good evening.

We went back to the hotel where Diana announced that she wanted a shower before changing. We agreed that she would knock on my door when she was ready. I had no idea how long that might be but figured I had enough time for a brief call home and a shower.

My call with Mum was brief. Little more than "Hello, I'm here safely, and 'I love you'". I assumed that an international call would be expensive, and in any case, I did not want to discuss what we had been doing that afternoon.

A little while later there was a knock on my door. It was Diana. She was dressed in a tight black skirt that came to mid-thigh, a flimsy top that did little to hide the lacy bra beneath, stockings, and high heels.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed. A more sophisticated observer might have thought 'prostitute'; a horny 18-year-old like me thought 'phwoar'.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said.

We ate at a brasserie a couple of doors down the street. The food was good, and the wine went down very easily. She asked me about the 'older women' so I gave her an abbreviated version of events the previous summer. We did not linger at the restaurant; I think we both knew what was going to happen next and were keen to get on with it.

Back at the hotel we paused to collect a couple of cognacs from the bar and took the creaky old lift to our floor. Diana suggested that we unlock the connecting door between our rooms. This was an alien concept to me, so she had to show me before heading to her room to complete the process. Logistics resolved she was immediately back in my room.

The next few minutes were occupied by passionate kissing and rapid undressing. When we were both naked, I pushed her back on the bed and dived between her legs. Diana screamed in delight before I had even made contact. She told me later that most men she had been with were reluctant to 'give head' as she put it.

Apparently, my partners of the previous summer had taught me well. Diana bucked and thrashed as I licked and fingered her. When she could take no more, she pushed me away.

"Jesus, you are a natural!"

"More like a good student," I demurred.

"Fuck me," she commanded so I crawled up the bed, positioned my cock, and thrust down into her. Unsurprisingly she was already well lubricated, so I slid in easily. As we were both very horny it did not take long for us to climax, almost simultaneously. I collapsed on top of her.

I think we both dozed a little. Well, I am sure that I did because the next thing I knew was that my cock was back to normal size and outside Diana's cunt, and the sweat I had worked up had dried.

It had been a long day, and we had to work tomorrow so we agreed that it was time for bed. We snuggled up together in my room.

Next morning we awoke to the telephone ringing in Diana's room.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as she dashed through the connecting door.

"That was my alarm call" she explained as she returned.

"Our car will be here in about an hour, so we have half an hour to get dressed and then the same again for breakfast.

Allez

!"

I

allez-

ed.

It took about 45 minutes to reach the studios. The car was waved through the gate, and the driver knew where to go. We stopped outside a drab building, a sign indicated that it was the 'Production Department'. Diana led the way in, negotiated at the reception desk, and then we sat down to wait. She explained that she had some other things to do so would join me in the Costume Department later.

My host, a matronly woman with an abrupt tone who introduced herself as Vicki, arrived first. She led through a series of corridors and then down a flight of stairs. This was obviously her lair.

In a brightly lit room, I was instructed to undress down to my briefs. There was no modesty screen here, so I just threw my clothes on a convenient chair. Then Vicki set about me with a tape measure, calling out the result of each examination to an even older assistant who scribbled them down on a pad of paper.

Finally, she indicated that I should remove my briefs too. The wardrobe department needing to see me naked made no sense but as a budding exhibitionist I was happy to show off. The two women looked me up and down, muttered quietly to each other and then turned towards several racks of clothes that were arranged behind them.

Each emerged with an armful of outfits for me to try on. Short trousers, long trousers, t-shirts, formal shirts, socks, underwear, and swimwear ranging from voluminous Bermuda's to tiny Speedos. Each change brought nods or shakes of the head from Vicki, and quiet instructions to her assistant.