Ginger was an up and coming actor in her early thirties who got to that point by being a 'Nepo baby,' whose parents were both famous actors. She was also a ruthless bitch who slept her way up the 'entertainment ladder.' She was a gorgeous statuesque red head and men would do anything to sIeep with her. I guess you could call her a 'Nepo Bitch!'
Clint came from a poor background and worked his way up from small parts in B movies, and over time had become famous from excellent method acting and persevering through the normal ups and downs of the industry. He was tall and had rugged good looks, like the old time actors. He was a bachelor in his late forties who had dated many in the industry, but the feeling was he would remain single and childless.
They were cast together in a movie about two actors who didn't get along. It was like fiction imitating reality. They were constantly fighting on the set. Ginger was never prepared with her lines and expected everyone on the set to help her and be her personal servant. Clint used method acting where he would try to understand the motivation and personality of the character. But he couldn't understand why Ginger thought she was such a great actor.
"Ginger, didn't you practice your lines last night!" the director shouted. "You're holding up production every day with you showing up unprepared, with us having to do so many takes for even one scene."
"Well, if the script wasn't written so badly, maybe I could remember the lines better. If I am so bad, how come they invited me to an awards show to showcase up and coming actors?"
"That awards show is not very prestigious. The nominees are all based upon how influential their agents are with the studios. It is not voted on by industry experts like the other higher level awards shows are."
Clint overheard the conversation as he came out of his trailer. "He's right Ginger. Your antics every day are holding us up. You may think you are going to become a big star, but many of us on this set struggled for years to make it and we know that our careers could be over tomorrow through no fault of our own."
"Well Clint, you may be a big star now, but it did take you many years and it won't take me as long. This movie could be my big break, if everyone involved doesn't mess things up."
"We all know what we are doing, but everyone knows you got this part because of your parents."
"My parents have nothing to do with me getting parts! I've been hired through my sheer talent. By the way, if you're so loved by everyone how come you've never been in a relationship for more than a year and only go out with women much younger than you."
"Ginger, my personal life has nothing to do with this movie or your acting skills. I play each role as if I was the character, and you play your roles like you are just playing yourself, and it comes close to self-parody."
"Well maybe my personality is more interesting than yours, so that is why you are a so called method actor."
Clint looked at Ginger with absolute disgust, but she was a beautiful young woman. He sometimes had fantasies of her riding his large cock, like the other starlets that he had dated. But he was to the point where he did want to settle down with the right woman and have a family.
"You have such a sense of entitlement. What is it with you young people these days?"
"You are showing how old and out of touch you are saying you young people these days."
"Ginger, the problem with you is that your parents spoiled you growing up. I am good friends with them, and I know they were very busy, and you were essentially raised by nannies. They made up for their absence by letting you get your way when they were around."
"Don't you dare talk about my parents. At least they had a child, not like you, so what do you know about raising a child?"
Client knew that he couldn't win an argument with Ginger. He found her infuriating, but at the same time he would love to try to tame her. He liked submissive women, but he quickly became bored with women who would do whatever he would say because he was a famous and wealthy movie star.
The next day he thought he would try a different approach. "Ginger, why don't we get together in my trailer for a drink after the shoot so we can practice our lines."
"So, you think I am going to be the next notch on your belt of starlets you have bed? I don't need to sleep with a big star to become a star myself."
"Don't flatter yourself. I just want to help you become a better actor. I've never slept with a co-star in my entire career. It can create the wrong atmosphere on the set if you end up breaking up during the filming."
What he said had an effect on her. She was used to men fawning all over her and now he was saying he would never try to sleep with her. She was somewhat insulted by his lack of interest, even though she hated him.
"Not that I would ever sleep with an old man like you, but you've never had a co-star as pretty as me, so that is why you were always able to control yourself."
So, it went on every day. Clint had to help her with her lines because she would never practice them herself at night. She would instead go out drinking every night and sleeping with random men she met during her escapades.
When she wasn't shooting a scene she would walk around in skimpy clothes to tease Clint, and the cast members and crew. It irked Clint that she was always behaving like a mean eighteen year old schoolgirl.
One afternoon he had had it. "Ginger not only are you a spoiled bitch, but you are also a little cockteaser! Nobody wants to see your nipples and your ass cheeks."
"Clint I guess you forgot the big love scene we have where our characters, even though they hate each other, get into a hot hatefuck session, then fall in love and live happily ever after."
"Yeah, I forgot about that. But for us that is fiction, not reality. We are going to have an intimacy coach though, so you feel comfortable about the nude scene."
"I don't need that. I'm not worried about you seeing my body and getting an involuntary boner. You'll probably be so intimidated by my beautiful young naked body that you won't be able to get it up. Don't worry I won't tell anyone your secret when that happens."
Clint just shook his head and walked away, fantasizing about how satisfying it would be to have her naked over his knee while he spanked that pale ass of hers until it turned beet red, as she cried for him to stop by offering her body to him.
The next day she reminded him of the rewards show. "Clint, we have to stop shooting early tomorrow. I have the awards show and I've been nominated as most promising young actor."
"Yeah Ginger we wouldn't want to inconvenience you with actually doing your job, instead of self-promoting yourself at some worthless awards show."
"You're just jealous that the show doesn't include older actors who are on their way down, not on their way up."
Clint grimaced at the remark. Now he was fantasizing about tying her up and whipping her until she begged him to be his next girlfriend.
The next day Clint left early too since the shooting day was being shortened because of Ginger leaving for the awards show. She came out of her trailer in a beautiful red frilly gown that you would see at a top awards show. The designer gave her the gown to help her promote her new collection.
The stretched black limousine pulled up but for some reason the driver didn't get out to open her door. A crew member was standing nearby though and opened the door for her so she could get in, as the gown was very long, and she didn't want it to drag on the ground.
After she got in the limo she berated the driver. "Why didn't you get out to open my door you stupid fool! No wonder you are stuck in a minimum wage job. Don't you know who I am?"
The driver just nodded his head but didn't say anything back, which irked Ginger.
"I guess you are a foreigner too and don't understand English!"
The driver just stared ahead and started driving while Ginger looked at her phone and spoke to her girlfriends. She didn't notice when the driver took some wrong turns and ended up in an abandoned industrial area. When the car door opened and the driver got out, she looked out the window and saw she was not at the pre-show red carpet area and got irate.
"Are you crazy or something. I am so going to get you fired for this. You better take me to the show right away. Do you think you are going to get lucky with me or something!"
Several minutes passed before the back door opened and Ginger was shocked to see Clint standing there.
"Clint, what is going on! Where is my driver?"
"He needed to take a break, so he drove to where I was sitting in his car we left over there. He is going to hang out in his car counting the money I paid him so I can have a talk with you."
As he got into the car and sat next to her, she asked meekly, "what do you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about what a bitch you are and how you talk down to everyone, including crew members and now the limo driver."
"But I need to remind them that they are there to serve me and are not on my level."
"Ginger, my parents were blue collar and didn't have any money, but they were hard working and instilled good morals in me and my siblings. I would never talk down to anyone like you do."
"I don't care what you think about me, and you better get me to the show now. I wanted to get there early so I have more time to be interviewed on the red carpet."
"What we are going to do won't take that long."
"What do you mean by that?"
"It would be a shame for that expensive gown to be ripped to shreds and then the driver drops you off at the awards show looking like you slept outside for a week."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I would and I can. You know how strong I am even though I am an 'old man.' You've seen me work out. You should probably eat a piece of bread; you're so thin. You don't have the strength to resist."
"I'll report you to the police!"
The driver will give a different story that you wanted to stop to get drugs in a bad neighborhood and got raped. We all know you do drugs in your trailer, and everyone hates you."
"You are a sick bastard. What are you going to rape me!"
"Exactly. Now get that dress off before I rip it off."
The dress was an off the shoulder style, so it was easy for her to get it off. She sobbed as she took it off though, but Clint had a cold dead look in his eyes. He wanted to humiliate her as much as he wanted to hatefuck her.
After she got the dress off she tried to cover her breasts, as she had nothing on but a pair of frilly thong panties. "Take the panties off and you are not to cover your self from me or else."
"Or else what!"
