"You'll find that the contract is fairly standard for a mature film. As I'm sure you already know, nudity is required. This is spelt out on page eight. You will also find a description in the appendices of the various states of nudity that we may require.
The one that will most directly concern you, of course, is our definition of full nudity, which is the removal of all clothes excluding gloves or footwear. If this is likely to be a bother to you we would like to know now, as it is an integral part of the contract."
Candice nodded thoughtfully. "I don't mind the nudity, but you do understand that I will want to read the contract before signing," she said with a smile."
Michael, the agent, smiled. "Please," he said, "be my guest. It is always preferable when someone actually reads the contract. That way they can't come back and say they didn't know. If you care to read it now I can bear witness that you did so and also be available to answer any questions and annotate where necessary."
Candice smiled and settled back. She quickly scanned the first page, paying particular attention to a couple of clauses in fine print at the bottom of the page. As she expected, there were a couple of potential traps there, but nothing that really need adjusting.
After three or four pages she was really only skimming the main sections of the contract, concentrating on those irritating bits of fine print on the bottom of each page. "Do they think I'm some sort of idiot who'll just skip the fine print," she wondered.
After requesting some adjustments to the fine print on a couple of pages, and paying particular attention to page eight and the nudity clause, Candice was quite happy to sign. The contract seemed quite straightforward.
"Thank you," said Michael. "Shooting will start on Monday morning, weather permitting. You have a copy of the script and the shooting schedule, but remember they are both subject to change."
Candice nodded, and departed happily. She had a contract, it looked airtight to her, and she was on her way. Of course, it was a mature film with nudity, but a lot of stars had started that way."
- - -
On Monday, Candice was sitting in a caravan, being prepared for the first scene. The director came in intending to explain what would be happening and to put her at ease.
"Call me James," he said. "Not Jim and definitely not Jimmy. James, at all times."
"Yes, James," Candice said, smiling at this bumptious little man.
"OK. As you know, there is a lot of nudity going on, so you're going to be nude in your first scene. It'll show us if you can cut it or not. No good blowing a lot of money and then find you can't carry off the nude bits, is it."
"I'm sure that won't be a problem, James" Candice murmured.
"OK. We have taken over the whole golf course for the day. All the people you see out there are members of the cast. Now when you go out there you'll be wearing a dark dress, but you'll be commando underneath. Now Randy is going to be acting as the golf pro, giving a newbie some lessons. He's actually quite good and if you play he can probably improve your game.
Randy is going to prove to be a bit of a lecher, and after a couple of badly played holes he's going to suggest that you drop the dress so he can get a better idea of how you're swinging. He doesn't know you're commando and you don't let on.
When he makes his suggestion, you nod thoughtfully and then drop the dress, standing there starkers. We want to get a good shot of his face when he realises what you've done, so as soon as you drop the dress step forward and bend over to address the ball. OK?"
"That's fine," said Candice. "It's a little different to what was in the script, but not much."
"You can't take the script as gold," said James. "Damned writers are always amending it. Now may I suggest that you strip and put on the black dress while I'm here? It's not that I'm a lecher, I assure you. I just want to see that you're not too self conscious about taking your clothes off."
Candice laughed. "Sure," she said, smoothly slipping out of her clothes. She flashed James a cheeky grin as she then proceeded to cover her nudity again with the black dress.
A short while later Candice was out on the course, enjoying hooking and slicing the ball in all directions while her hapless co-star tried to teach her. As they started to tee off for the third hole the expected suggestion came. Candice had just placed the ball on the tee when Randi spoke up.
"Excuse me, miss," Randi said, "but to see what you're doing wrong I really need to see your body in action. It would be a lot easier if you had some shorts and a top to change into."
"I'm sorry," purred Candice, "but I don't have a change of clothes. I wasn't expecting to play today."
"I don't suppose you could drop your dress so I can watch while you swing? You can put it on again after you've hit the ball."
"Oh, that's a good idea," said Candice. With a quick flick of a couple of buttons she discarded the black dress and turned to address the ball. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a couple of bit players completely ignoring her nudity, but she had to resist the temptation to turn and look at Randi to see how he was reacting.
"Now," she said, "feet apart, bend at the waist and..."
Her soft words ended with a sudden yelp as she felt a pair of hands clamp upon her hips and lift slightly, while what felt like a very fat golf club was being pressed firmly against, and then into her pussy.
