We lay there, entwined and sweaty on the kitchen table for a few minutes until I felt strong enough to get up. I pulled his pants up for him and stepped back into my thong, grabbing his shirt and holding it across my breasts. Chris gave me a strange look as I sent him off for a shower while I walked unsteadily across to the door and opened it, calling out "You'd better come in then"
The young actress (Deecee? Candy?, can't remember) hopped in and gave a little clap of her hands, rolling her eyes skywards.
"Oh My God, I'm so sorry but you guys were Amazing. So hot"
I was not thinking straight, asking "So erm, what brings you here...Candy is it?"
The redhead nodded, "Candice, you know like Candice Bergen but that's my work name, my real name's Ginny. Jamie asked me to come and pick you up for your blood tests"
Christ, I'd forgotten, Well I hadn't forgotten but I just hadn't remembered, I'd only been awake an hour and half of that I'd just spent being fucked silly.
Stalling for time I answered "Ok, I'll get showered and be with you in ten. Err..can we not mention the um...sex"
She looked at me with wide eyes, "But you were so, so, hot, you were so into each other."
I wanted to cut this short, rolled my eyes and told her "Well, we should be, we are married you know. Look, I don't really want to talk about it, being caught like that, although.." I tailed off, I'd spoken without thinking.
She wouldn't shut up about it though.
"Was that the first time you've done it with someone watching? My God,I remember the first time I did it, it was so intense." She went on enthusiastically, "These days it's not so much but it's still a turn on you know. When everyone is watching, and you just feel so powerful. I kinda love it"
I tried very hard to get back to safe ground because I was a long way outside what could even be described as the same post code as my comfort zone. I told her I was going for a shower, pointing at the teapot with a vague help yourself type wave. "Chris, are you done yet?" I shouted upstairs and ran away, flustered but slightly aroused.
Chris was getting dressed as I walked into the bathroom, I'd been planning on doing something about the stubble he'd avoided complaining about, but time was now against me, so I resigned myself to a mildly itchy day.
I sent Chris down to keep Ginny company and jumped under the streaming water, two minutes later I was out and drying myself badly. I slipped on my bikini and a T shirt with a pair of comfortable short dungarees on top, popping a pair of cork soled Birkenstocks on to complete the ensemble. Elegant? No. Comfortable and on holiday? Yes.
Ginny had a car waiting outside, I jumped in the shotgun seat next to her, there were a few things I wanted to clear up that had started niggling at me in the shower.
"Ginny, this film.. what sort of film is it?"
She repeated almost word for word what Sandy told me the previous day, "It's a murder mystery, we're filming it in a Rashomon style in flashback with lots of different viewpoints on the same story" I was still none the wiser.
"Yes" I persisted," but what sort of film is it, you know, is it errm artistic?"
She shrugged "We have sex in it if that's what you're asking, but it's not an out and out porno. Talk to Sandy, she'll explain it properly."
I twisted round and glared at Chris. "Did you know about this?"
He held his hands up defensively "Whoa, hang on there. I asked you last night if you knew what you were getting into, if I recall correctly, you told me you did and started necking tequila like it's going out of fashion. I thought this morning might have had something to do with it."
Ginny chipped in from the drivers seat "So hot, by the way. Take that as a compliment from someone in the business. Really, Really Hot."
Chris looked confused "What does that mean?"
"She caught the last few minutes of our performance from the kitchen door" I explained, trying not to make it sound weird.
Chris went quiet. I was still across the road from my comfort zone so I shut up as well. Suddenly I realised I was going to have to break the news to Jane that the $500 a day was probably off the table, I certainly wasn't planning on taking my best friend onto a porn set. I had no intention of going there myself. That was non-negotiable. One Hundred Per Cent.
We pulled up outside a private medical centre on the edge of town, Ginny nodded at the building and told us both that Sandy was inside and I should go and talk to her.
I walked in feeling conflicted, Chris was right, I'd been quite clear I knew what I was doing even though it was now equally clear I didn't know what I was doing. I had promised to do something that now allowed them to run their business, but I was feeling very squeamish about that business and my part in it.
There she was, "Sandy, can we talk?" I asked tentatively
Something in my tone or body language must have given her an indication that I was less than a happy camper. She took my arm and lead me into a quiet corner, "sure, what's up?"
I started badly and went downhill from there. "I er I didn't realise what sort of a film you were making, I'm really not comfortable being involved in a Porn production. It could be very embarrassing for me if it got back to my employers."
I rambled on "I really don't think I can be on the set and I really can't ask my friend Jane to be party to the whole thing, but I am also painfully aware that you are able to save your business because of promises I made." Aware that I was no longer making sense I shut up.
Sandy sniffed theatrically "Jane knows what's going on, Jamie called her this morning to get your address and had a long chat with her.
So what are you saying? Do you want to back out? Because that will fuck us over big time. Look, let me explain where we're coming from."
She moved me further into the quiet corner, warming to her theme:
"We want to make movies that have some production values, that don't have standard terrible acting and have a plot that is above I've come to fix the plumbing, oh no my clothes have all fallen off.
We think there's a place between the rubbish softcore stuff where everyone writhes around with their underwear still on and the typical hardcore stuff where any suggestion of emotion or intimacy goes out of the window.
We don't make Porn, we don't make Adult Movies, we make Erotic Dramas.
Everyone here has sunk every penny they can into this, some of us have put our houses on the line, if we can't make it work we lose everything, and I mean everything."
She held my arm and looked pleadingly into my eyes, "Come to the set tomorrow, see what happens and if you can't be there we'll find some workaround. Maybe we could have you on the end of a mobile phone or something. Please?"
It was the last "please" that swung it, I genuinely liked everyone I'd met, and I believed the story she was telling. I said I'd try. I needed to talk to Jane as well.
Sandy seemed genuinely relieved, "That's great, thanks. I really appreciate what you're doing for us, now go and get in line for your blood test. You'll need one if you're going to work on set so let's not make a barrier where we don't need one."
I nodded in agreement, looking round for Chris to tell him what I'd decided. To my surprise he seemed to be in the queue, I rushed over and asked what he was doing.
"I was chatting to Darren here, he used to play second row at college in San Diego, played against the Gentlemen of Aspen once, you know that was where Dan went to play when he transferred to the Dell Colorado office."
Typical Chris, he can sniff out a fellow rugby player wherever he goes, it's like a superpower, but useless.
Darren was the tall dark-haired man Paul had shouted to yesterday at lunch. he looked to be in his early to mid-twenties and was still wearing his very loose and baggy basketball vest top and whilst it's rude to stare I could see he was ripped. I found myself wondering when he was going to be working and which one of the girls would be lucky enough to be working with him.
What was wrong with me, less than a day in the company of "Erotic Drama" actors and I was turning into some lusty crazy woman. I dragged my mind back from the gutter and asked what else Darren did on set, apart from the obvious, which got me five minutes on IP addresses and subnets when all he needed to say was "I do the lights and computers"
Once we'd all been jabbed there was a two hour wait for our results, so we trundled down to the nearest beach. The girls all peeled down to tiny thong bikinis and then took their tops off to get maximum sun, the boys all had tiny budgie smugglers, so my normal sized pants seemed quite out of place by comparison and Chris's board shorts almost looked like he was dressed for winter.
No one seemed to have any body hair or tattoos, which seemed unusual for younger people today. The tattoos, not the body hair. I initially felt a bit self-conscious about going topless, but after Ginny had watched me getting shagged on the kitchen table this morning, I didn't feel I had much to hide. Chris is still in good shape at forty-one, not in a ripped way like the boys were but still in a solid, muscly, spreading slightly at the waist way.
Back up to the clinic, thirteen clear results were handed out and with a cheer we were all taken back to the villa complex, we travelled in a ramshackle minibus with the rest of the actors while Sandy, Carl, and Jamie took the car that Ginny had brought us down in. I guessed Sandy was giving the news about my potential crisis of confidence. A crisis of confidence that wasn't helped by Ginny announcing to everyone "Guess what I saw this morning you guys. Guess what I saw on the kitchen table in their villa?" It didn't take long for them to guess and no one spared our blushes. And I really squirmed.
"What's his cock like?" asked Carol, "Was it hot?"
