I've just woken on the plane home from Vegas and there's still three hours to go before I have to change planes, so I guess I'll tell you about another of the two films I won Awards for.
The 'Best Story' second prize was a big surprise, as it was the only film I made for a company in Louisiana, probably because the Director was a dick; but it was still a fun film to make and was very popular on their website.
It was another 'retro film' set in the 1930's and if you imagine Oh Brother Where Art Though? You will get a feel for the story; only ours involved three black convicts who had escaped a Chain Gang and were dressed in those old fashioned prison suits with arrows on them and I was Lou-Ann, a shy and naΓ―ve country girl.
I had my hair in pigtails and freckles painted on my cheeks while wearing a cut of pair of dungarees and a mans white vest which showed my cleavage and a side view of my tits.
The 30 minute film started with me walking through a wood, carrying a basket with a picnic in and a towel as I was heading for a lake.
When I got to the clearing, I stopped and gasped "Oh my!" as there were two convicts sitting watching a third swimming in the lake.
The tallest man jumped to his feet and shushed me ..... "Be quiet girl ... don't worry .... we mean no harm."
Once over my shock I smiled and said "I will go ... I don't want to bother you." Then turned to walk away.
"Don't be in no hurry Missy." The second, fatter man grinned; "What have you got in that basket?"
"A picnic." I nervously smiled.
"Any chance you'll share it with a couple of hungry fellas?"
"Momma says I should always share with anyone more unfortunate than what we are." Then stepped forward and placed my basket nearer them.
Never taking their eyes his off me he leaned forward and moved the towel, then his eyes lit up.
"Can I?" He asked holding up my bottle of water.
"You sure can." He took a slurp and handed it to the first man.
"What are you doing around here?" One of them asked.
"I like to go swimming in the lake."
"Where's your bathing suit then?"
"I don't have one." I replied.
"Don't let us stop you then" he laughed again and waved his hand at me but I shook my head and looked at the third more muscular man who was still in the lake and was now striding out like a black Mr Darcy, and when clear of the water shook his hair making water spray from his dreadlocks (not quite 'period' I know) and his cock swing from side to side.
"Oh my!" I gasped and covered my mouth.
"Don't you worry Missy, we ... he don't mean you no harm." The fat guy told me with a smile on his face; "Do you like what you see?" He laughed as my eyes were on the long flaccid cock.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"You ever see a man's cock before?" The tall one asked munching on a sandwich.
I nodded as the naked man took a drink of water from my bottle.
"You have, have you?" He asked and I nodded again.
"Yep .... the Olsen twins and their cousin Ike who live down the road from me and Momma."
The muscular man was still naked and only standing about six feet away from me eating an apple, when I continued. "They like showing me their pee-pees and sometimes ...." I faded off as the man adjusted his ball sack then tugged on his cock.
"Sometimes?" The fat man inquired.