"I've got another good role for you," said Alex, my agent. "It is to be a maid, in
Duncumbe Abbey.
"
"But you know I have already played the naughty sister in that series. And you know how
that
ended up for me? - with me
really
being fucked by Derek Bailey and his huge long cock, instead of the simulated love making it was supposed to be! God knows what would happen to me if I was playing the maid!"
"But this is different," said Alex, "It's a sort of spin-off from the main series with a different production company. You'll have a different wig and make-up, and no one will recognise you. It will be more experience for you and the money's good. And they asked for you by name!"
"Well, if it's a serious part that's going to enhance my career and reputation, I'll do it, and I do need the money..."
I turned up for the first day's shoot and, blow me, if it wasn't the same director who had made Derek Bailey really fuck me for realism.
"Hi Emily, it's Peter. I think we may have got off on the wrong foot last time you were here. It seems there was some kind of silly misunderstanding over your roll and what was expected of you.
You see I'm a founder member of the Purely Realistic Acting Association whose members want total realism in acting out scripts and scenes in a movie or play.
So for example if any of the characters in the script have sex with each other, then we insist that the actors have real sex with each other too, in order to make it realistic. Sometimes we tell the actors beforehand that they are working in this kind of film and must fuck for real and more often than not the co-star is gagging to be fucked by the star anyway, and the star is just dying to get his cock inside her, so he does. Sometimes we just tell one of them what they need to do and just let nature and human desire take its course.
We just give them the opportunity to do it, and film all the intimate details with graphic close-ups, so the audience can see they really are fucking, and it works really well. We particularly like to see the actresses actually being filled with spunk so there is no doubt they have participated to the full. Everything is planned to look authentic. For example, an actress might not be told she is about to do a rape scene, so that when she is actually raped, it gives it that extra edge of nitty-gritty realism, but it's all only acting of course and the actors have all signed the consensual sex agreement form beforehand. There are all kinds of surprise sex acts which work much more realistically when acted out this way. It all works very well. The only trouble we ever have is when an actress returns home full of another man's spunk (or several men's spunk if it's a scene like we're doing today) and her husband goes berserk. But we think he should be more understanding that she's doing it for her art. Or we suggest she cleans herself up properly, so he doesn't know..."
"All right," I said, "I can see where you are coming from now, and my simulated sex scene with Derek Bailey certainly was realistic, even if there was only thirty seconds of it in the final cut."
"Ah yes, there was a bit of a cock up with the editing in the end..."
"So in this scene, what might I expect the maid to have to do?"
"Well, If you asked what a maid did in Victorian times, the answer would've been, 'She does as she's told!' So that's what I'd expect you to do in this drama to make it authentic. Life in Victorian England was quite hard for a maid; if she was pretty like you and the Lord of the house said, 'I am going to mount you!' then she was mounted. If she complained about what she was made to do, she could be dismissed and put out on the street where she would probably have to become a prostitute to survive. Whereas being in service was a much safer employment even if she was fucked by the master of the house every other day. So, a maid just had to put up with being taken advantage of, especially, as I say, if she was pretty and desirable like you."
"Yes, but what kind of things will I actually be expected to do?"
"Well, we expect you to do some realistic acting, so if you are called upon to service his Lordship or his friends, then you will have to act out sexual intercourse with them."
"I think he means: 'be fucked by them.'" I thought.
"Of course, it would only be acting, to make the whole scene authentic, and of course for an actress such as yourself it will be very empowering, learning how to act these scenes totally realistically and authentically, and what fantastic acting experience it will be for you."
"Oh of course, if it would be actual acting, then I would love to play the roll of maid!" I said enthusiastically.
"Just see my secretary and sign the consensual sex agreement form, the release form and non-disclosure agreement form and we can get started!"
"Great!" I said, remembering that I
had
rather enjoyed the realistic sex acting with David Bailey especially when he acted out filling my pussy with his spunk.
I happily signed the forms - I'm sure they would cover me for everything - and went off to wardrobe. I was given a long black wig and a maid's uniform that, after stripping off all my clothes, was very quick to put on and lovely and light and airy. It just consisted of panties, stockings and suspenders and a skirt which hardly covered my bottom and a frilly blouse which hardly covered my boobs.
"I'm not surprised that Victorian maids were taken advantage of if they wore a uniform like this." I smiled to myself, "My nipples are very nearly popping out of this blouse. Surely that can't be right? But mine not to reason why..."
It had been given to me by wardrobe so it must be authentic. I smiled again to myself knowing full well that the only place a maid's outfit like this would have been worn in Victorian England would be a brothel. They must all think I am absolutely stupid! But this job
was
well paid even though I knew I would probably end up being fucked senseless and filled full of spunk. And the thought of that did actually make me feel horny!
"I really should take some form of contraception," I said to myself.
Anyway, now I was ready for the day's shoot. The director met me in the great hallway of Duncumbe Abbey Manor.
"The action takes place in the Great Games Room through this door. The whole room is wired for sound, and cameras are installed everywhere so don't worry about which camera you are working to," he said, "Just act natural; play the part of the maid authentically and we will have a great session and everything will be authentic, especially what happens to maids in Victorian England!"
I was handed a silver tray with three cream teas on it.
He knocked, then pushed open the big oak door.
"Now in you go!"
And with that he slapped my arse, the cheeky bugger! That's the effect a maid's costume has on men - they can't bloody help themselves!
"Lights, Camera, Action!"
It was a large high-ceilinged room with a huge English-sized billiards table in front of me. Two men, dressed as gentry, sporting billiard cues and obviously involved in a game, smiled and cast leery glances at me as I entered.
There was a shout from one of two high backed wooden armchairs in front of a large inglenook fireplace to my right.
"Come over here, maid!"
I walked over to the chairs.
"Blow me!" If it wasn't Andrew, the actor who'd fucked me, while playing "the Amorous Couple" in the nearest chair, and Derek Bailey in the other!
"You're late!" said Andrew, "And you'll have to be punished. Put that tray down."
