Rachel entered the door marked 'Studio B' and walked into a flurry of activity. The lighting crew were busy moving lights into position around an old-fashioned four-poster bed in a room made up to look like the interior of an old stone castle. Billowing gauzy fabric hung in a canopy from the top of the bed, giving it a sultry appearance. Sound guys were checking and re-checking their equipment as she walked across the room, spotting Lori talking to a guy in his mid-forties with his hair pulled back in a man-bun.
"Oh great, you're here," Lori said as Rachel stepped next to her. "Rachel, this is Paul. He's the director on this film."
"Hey, Jimmy," Paul shouted to one of the crew, "make sure the left side of the bed is well-lit, that's where she's going to be sucking Justin and I want a perfect shot of that."
"Got it," Jimmy yelled in reply.
Paul turned to Rachel and shook her hand. "Hi. I hear you're new."
"Yes. This is my first day." Rachel couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice.
"You'll do fine," Paul said, speaking at breakneck speed. "Lori will show you how things work. We've got four guys today on this scene, so you two will probably be busy. Anyways, good luck. Apparently Tanya is just finished getting dressed and having her makeup done. Her car conked out on the way here—that's why we've been delayed. Gotta go." With that, he turned away and joined his crew, pointing here and there about the set.
"So, how did your medical exam with Fitz go?" Lori asked.
"Oh, it was fine. The doctor gave me a clean bill of health." Rachel couldn't help but absentmindedly rub her hand over her tummy, thinking about the all the semen Dr. Fitz had fed her. She paused and looked around the busy room, people moving here and there doing various jobs she couldn't figure out. "What is this movie called, anyways?"
"Oh, Paul's calling it 'Game of Bones' after that big TV show. That's why this place looks like some kind of medieval castle. It's supposed to be the home of the Stark Naked family." The girls turned as two young men and an older man clad in dark-colored robes and leather jerkins walked into the room and started talking to the director. They were all in good shape, but scruffy looking, just as Rachel would expect from having seen what the characters looked like on the TV show. Her attention was diverted as the door to the studio opened and an attractive young woman with vivid red hair and translucent white skin strode across the room. Flowing white robes draped down to the floor from her slender body, swirling mesmerizingly as she made her way towards the bed. The top of the gown was very low cut, exposing the swells of her pert breasts, which Rachel pegged at about a B-cup, the firmness and shape a perfect match for the girl's slender body.
"Is that the girl who's starring in this scene?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, that's Tanya."
"How old is she? She looks younger than me and I'm 18."
"She's actually 22. They use her for parts like this because she does look so young."
"What part is she playing? And has the director told you what's going on in this scene?"
"Yes. Tanya is playing Salsa, the red-haired daughter. In this scene, she's going to get fucked by the males in her family, including her father," Lori nodded to the older guy dressed in costume, "and his sons. Justin Deeper is playing the part of the bastard son, Jon Blow. He's fucking her first, and then the father and the other brothers get sloppy seconds."
"Which one's Justin?" Rachel asked, looking at the three men standing together across the room.
"I'm telling you, girl, if you're going to be working in this business, you've really got to start watching more porn. Justin's in his dressing room. That's the way it works for the big stars. They only come out at the last minute when they're due on set. You won't believe how hot he is." Lori gave Rachel a wink as she lewdly licked her lips. "The one disappointing thing is that apparently he has such control over that big cock of his that he rarely uses a fluffer. They say he never has a problem getting it up."
Rachel could only stare as the Tanya girl took her place on the bed, resting with her body supported on one elbow as the cameraman gave her some minor instructions. The director positioned the three male actors off to one side of the main set, where they stood side by side. He nodded to the lighting guy, who flicked some switches, brilliantly lighting the area of the bed, especially the vacant side, where the lead actor was supposed to enter.
"Okay, new girl," Paul called as his eyes zeroed in on Rachel. She pointed to herself questioningly. He nodded. "Yes, you. Can you go down the hall and let Justin know we're ready for him. And you can take your jacket off. We're going to need you and Lori fairly soon."
"Yes, sir," Rachel replied, peeling off her jacket and draping it over the back of a folding chair. She quickly turned to Lori. "How do I know which room Justin is in?"
"Oh, just down the hall a bit there are two doors with stars on them. You'll know which one is his."
"Uh,okay." Rachel turned on her heel and left the studio. She quickly found the two doors with stars on them, one with a picture of a bull on it, the other of a pussycat. It wasn't hard to figure out. She tapped gently on the door.
"Yeah," a deep male voice said as the door opened.
Rachel stared up at the tall young man holding the door open. She felt her heart give a flip as she looked up at his handsome face. He had sharp features and pronounced cheekbones that made her do a double-take. He had longish wavy brown hair and a scruffy beard with deep dark eyes that she felt she could look into for hours on end. Like the other actors, he was wearing loose dark robes with a thick leather belt, a sword sheathed in a scabbard on one side. He smiled at her, a pussy-dampening charismatic smile that had her melting. She knew why they had chosen him for the Jon Blow role.
"Are they ready for me?" he asked, giving her a little wink.
"Uh...yes, yes they are," Rachel stammered.
"All right then. Let's get to work." He stepped out and closed the door behind him. "You're new. I've never seen you before."
"Yes, I'm Rachel," she replied, walking along beside him as they made their way into the studio. "This is my first day."
"You're one of the new production assistants?" he asked, and it made Rachel feel good that he'd used her professional title instead of calling her a fluffer.
"Yes, that's right."
"Well, welcome, Rachel. It'll be nice to have you around." With another wink and a smile, he left her, walking across the room and standing next to the bed.