I started this years ago, like right after I finished the first story. Couldn't ever quite find my groove with it and almost abandoned it, but here it is. I cleaned it up a bit, but didn't expand on it too much. Mostly softcore and doesn't get too deep with the actual sex, but if you like big boobs and a bit of tease, this might be to your liking.
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No one from the original production crew would ever have guessed that Fraternity Initiation would be the mega-smash sensation it proved to be. Well, no one but the director, Lane Drexler, I guess. He claims he was always confident it would be a hit. The rest of the cast and crew believed it would be yet another Summer, throwaway picture. These kind of racy, college-themed comedies usually are. Very few achieve success like American Pie, Animal House, or Not Another Teen Movie. All classics, to this day.
Serving as Script Coordinator for Fraternity Initiation was a thrill. It was also a step up for me, even though I expected it would just be a one-off gig. Prior to it, I'd been working a television show. It paid a (just barely) living wage, but most importantly, it was consistent. A dream gig for most people breaking into the industry. Like all good things, it eventually got cancelled and Fraternity Initiation came up just in the nick of time.
Unfortunately, when I got the call to work on the sequel, it wasn't for the job of script coordinator. It was in relation to the other role I played during the first production. In the film, the main character's best friend is "Adam," performed by an actor named Greg Banks. The character of Adam is essentially the comic relief, who constantly fantasizes about seeing a very well-endowed, naked woman everywhere he goes. The audience never sees the woman's face in these scenes and presumably, neither does Adam. He's only focused on this woman's body, specifically her breasts, never her face. The director, Lane Drexler, hated the actress who had been hired for the part and on a whim, he asked me to fill in. Considering my face wasn't to be shown in any of the scenes, I reluctantly agreed. Well, half-reluctantly. The money I got for it was very good and badly needed at the time.
To be honest, I could use that kind of money again. I'd been keeping somewhat busy by working on local commercials at a friend's studio. He gives me as much work as he can manage - and it's barely enough to get by - but sometimes I feel like he's just being generous. I was talking with my roommate Anne about the new opportunity. I said, "They offered me fifty thousand dollars to come back to film some new scenes."
"They're going to play that same, old gag again?" she huffed. Anne hadn't been my roommate for long, but she knew about my history and the film I was in. Well, the film my tits were in, anyway.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't seen the script. The casting agent called and made the offer."
"Hannah, Fraternity Initiation made almost a half billion dollars between box office and streaming last year. It was huge. The biggest comedy of the year, maybe the past decade. Don't you remember all the memes?"
"Of course I do. Most of them were centered on the scenes I was in. Yeah, the movie was successful, so I get why they want a sequel."
"And it's why your tits are worth a lot more than fifty-fucking-thousand, measly bucks!"
I spit up my water. "What? I thought the offer was good. At most, it's only a week or so of work for me."
"It's not a nice offer, Hannah. You need to call an agent. Or a talent manager. Tell them your story and let them negotiate for you. I guarantee you'll get a lot more than what you could negotiate on your own, even with the agent taking a cut."
"You think so?"
Anne was right, of course. I should have known. She'd been working in the industry longer than me by almost five years. She even did some stuff in front of the camera early in her career. I called Tim Moses, an agent on the east side. He knew exactly who I was and, in his words, exactly how much by breasts were worth. I gave him the casting agent's information and Tim told me he'd have something arranged by the following day. It actually took two days, but when he called back, my jaw hit the floor.
"Six hundred thousand dollars. That's your cut from this, after I get my share. They want you to show your face for up to fifteen seconds of screen time. I suspect your other assets will get much more time than that."
The number rocked me. It would solve all my woes. I bounced the math around in my head. After taxes, I might be just shy of 400 grand. Enough to pay off all my debt and maybe even buy a small place nearby. Anne and I could stop worrying about making rent. But the thought of showing my face on screen shook me another way. My parents would definitely hear about it. Even for just a few seconds, in today's digital world, if my face were shown on screen, word would get to my parents. My Dad might never forgive me.
"There's something else," said Tim. "You say you never acted before?"
"That's right."
"I spoke with both the producer and director. They are willing to triple that figure if you will take on a small, speaking role. It would be for one scene only, and this scene would be in addition to what we already discussed."
"You're saying they are willing to pay almost two million dollars for one scene with lines? An actual role?"
"You only have lines for the one scene, correct. From our agreement, your appearance in the rest of the picture will be much the same as it was in the first film." Tim paused before shifting the tone of his voice to something more serious. "Hannah, this small role could make you a star on a project of this scale. Even if it's just one line, millions of people are going to see this. Others would kill for the opportunity."
"I don't like my folks knowing..." my voice drifted off. I was too busy fantasizing about the money. "Tell them I said yes."
"To the bigger package?"
"Yes," I said. I hung up, refusing to think on it more.
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