Nigkala Tales Pt. 11: I'm not a bad girl
I just look like one
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"So, Dave, you have something unusual for me?"
My agent, Davynn 'Dave' Svanenhielm, replied, "Yes. The recent successes in the sex horror genre had spawned a number of properties, most of which aren't worth your time. But 'Lilith Ascends' has potential. It's about a succubus from hell who finds her way to the mortal world without being summoned. It changes the rules for those trying to deal with a demon. So while the good guys try to capture and exorcise her, she is exploring the sexual fun of a big city."
"So she's a villain. Does she survive to the end of the film, for a possible sequel?"
"She's not a villain. Rather, she's an antihero. She bumps into other bad guys in the city's underbelly, and more often than not, ends up killing the worst of them. She even shows kindness to the innocent."
"Wow. She's bad, but she takes out worse. And likely is a badass doing it."
"Definitely a badass. In the third act, the good guys learn of her actions that clean up the city, leaving them confused as to how 'evil' she really is. In the end, they decide to go after another 'evil', and she becomes an escort of sorts."
"Do you have a copy of the script I can read?"
"Sure. Email okay?"
"Yes. I'll call when I have read it. Any news on the next Nigkala Tale?"
"Not much. Last I heard, they were still working on the initial draft, as the author keeps rejecting the changes they are making to his story."
"Albert's being stubborn again? Sounds about right. When will they learn? He knows how hot his stories are as movies. He knows they will bend to his will."
"Anything else?"
"No. I will call in a day or two." With that, I got up and left the office.
I went into the parking lot to get into my custom sports car. It had started as a Hellcat Redeye Widebody, but the custom shop made it a two-seater, to accommodate my size. Filipe talked me into getting it, and I love being able to drive where I want to go without needing to depend on others. One of the features is that the seat can go flat, so I can lie down and have sex with someone while still in the car.
My next stop was an Arabic restaurant for lunch. After that, I drove to the studio to spend a few hours teaching an actor how to use a sword without looking like an idiot.
By the time I got home, the script had arrived, along with some notes from Dave. The notes told me who my rumored competition would be for the lead, as well as prospective costars. It also noted who was producing the flick, as well as prospective directors and others that would be involved. Lastly, was the budget for the property, and the minimum my agent would accept, and the maximum he thought I could get, if I signed on.
I read the script that night to get a quick sense of the story. The next two days, I spent time teaching the actor how to fight, but the rest of the day was spent on the script. I kept re-reading the script to pull apart just what was required of the lead, and how it made sense, or failed to make sense. I also gave thought to who might play certain other parts.
"Hello Dave. I've read the script, and I think you are right. I do have some ideas for others to pick for some parts. For the part of the expert warrior the good guys call in, I think Filipe would be good. We already have good chemistry off-screen, so the lustful attraction in the script will play out well. Also, we often spar, so the fight scene can be as intense as the director wants, and also spontaneous. I also second Johnson for the director. He knows how to tell this kind of story."
"So you're in?"
"Yes. It sounds fun. Let me know how it goes."
"Sure thing."
That night, I mentioned it to Filipe. He wasn't too sure about me playing a demon. I talked about how she wasn't 'evil', but rather amoral, with a helpful streak towards the innocent. Eventually he accepted my choice, but I had to show him a bit of the script before that happened.
I did some more research and found the story the screenplay was based upon. Reading it, I got a better idea of the character, and also what her signature look was. Since I thought the movie would get made, and make at least a little splash, I decided to make a cosplay outfit.
Tina, the lead character, preferred to wear a dress split all the way up the side. It was held together by a separate belt that frequently changed. It came to just above the knee. However, it wasn't wide enough to go all the way across her body, leaving about three inches of each hip exposed. With her DDs, the dress also exposed a fair bit of side boob. The red dress had embroidered artwork that sparkled. She often wore matching elbow-length gloves, and occasionally fingerless gloves. Her leather boots came just below the knee, and had three inch steel spike heels, and the metallic decoration at the toes made them effective weapons.
Of Tina herself, she is a redhead with clear blue eyes. She had large breasts, so her nipples frequently escaped out the side of her dress. She loved playing pool, since anytime she leaned over the table, the front of her dress hung further away from her body, allowing anyone to the side to see her vagina. Her fighting style used a lot of kicks, which the dress facilitated.
In making my version, I had to adjust things to my size and form. It took a few tries to determine how wide the dress had to be to give me the same nipple escape tendency. This left four inches of hip exposed on each side. With my 'smaller' Cs, I didn't have as much side boob going on. I then turned to the material of the dress. I chose a very lightweight fabric that was semi-transparent, and a tone of red just a shade or two lighter than my nipples. This had several effects. First, it took a bit to realize it was semi-transparent. Second, even when a nipple escaped, it wasn't easily noticed by anyone more than a few feet away. And third, and perhaps most important, the material was light enough for a gentle breeze to play with. This meant that any kind of wind, the dress would routinely flash others without any effort on my part. I later learned it had another property, unique to me. When I was aroused, and my nipples went to the full two inches, they pushed the dress away from my body sufficiently that anyone on the side could easily see all four breasts.
When I added the embroidered art, I used a number of threads. Down low, with thread almost the color of the dress, I embroidered an erect ten-inch phallus aimed up to my vagina. You had to be looking to see it. Along the edge, I made a series of angels and devils going up and down, like an Escher drawing. I'm glad I spent the extra for the ultra-upgrade to my sewing machine's embroidery unit. It meant that each figure was randomized, and thus unique. The main expanse was filled with embroidered flames. I had chosen the setting that used several colors of thread to make them more lifelike, but I also used the setting to leave gaps in the embroidered space. I filled those gaps by hand, with subtle hints of people in sexual situations. Again, you had to look for it to see them. For the yellow and white part of the flames, I used several shiny, metallic-colored threads.
For a belt, I used a wide strip of leather with rhinestones of all sorts of colors. The buckle was pure silver, but since the dress did not have any apparent way for a belt to attach, I placed a series of thin steel bars on the backside of the belt. Hidden inside the dress, in the small of my back, I attached a series of magnets. When the belt was placed next to the dress, it would attach to the dress magnetically, and nothing would be seen. This way, the belt could hang loose in front, without falling down, as it was held up in back. After trying it on and failing to get the belt to stick without wrinkles, I realized the secret. I had to sit down on the dress before putting on the belt. The vertical tension was sufficient to hold it in place long enough to position the belt.
The boots I farmed out to a boot maker, with my design. They were pitch black, or as near as he could get them. The steel parts were alloyed to a strong metal that took a shine quite nicely. While the stilettos did not have a point, they still came down to a fairly small diameter. The long gloves also had embroidered flames. The fingerless ones, however, matched the boots, and could double as gauntlets with all the metal decorating them. They could block a knife thrust, unless it was a very thin blade. It could easily handle a slice. I made a set of earrings using fluorescing crystals with gold settings. Hidden under the upper back of the dress, was a solar panel that powered a pair of UV LEDs at my shoulders. These lights made the crystals glow all the time. There was also a rechargeable battery, so it would even glow in the dark for a few hours.
Rather than a purse, I made a wallet of the same leather as the boots. I attached it to a leather holster that was strapped to my leg. Since it was designed to lay flat on the inside of my leg, it was not easily seen. I had a matching holster on the other leg for my phone. To complete the look, I found a suitable wig on the net, and when it came, I trimmed and styled it to Tina's style. I already had a complete set of contacts, allowing me to have quite a selection, and I chose a set of sapphire blues.
While I had to wait for some things to arrive, I still managed to complete the ensemble in less than three weeks. Filipe knew to stay out of my way when I got the creative urge; he'd seen it enough times. He even knew how to keep me on schedule with things like the fight choreography, and with ensuring I kept up my exercises and ate well enough. He also knew that I usually managed about the same amount of time afterwards that I would spend with and for him.
My big rush was to complete it before my meeting with the producer. While they had pared the choice down to two actresses, they wanted to interview us both to see which had the better fit. The day arrived, and I donned the ensemble, and drove to the mansion. The interview was going to be a side event to an evening party.
When I arrived, I texted that I was there. "Hello Mr. Robinson, Helen Asher here. I have arrived, and will await your call."
I got back, "Thanks, Helen. You are the first to arrive. I expect the other actress within the hour. Until then, enjoy the party."
I decided to have a bit of fun. I introduced myself as Tina, and to those that knew me, I just said, I was trying out a role. I then would flirt and dance with others in the crowd. When I saw the pool table, I turned up the heat by playing. A lot of people were checking me out from both sides, with most of the looks down low, since there was a gap of at least four inches between cloth and skin when I leaned over. Eventually, I got a text to head for the back deck.
When I opened the back door, one of the men turned to look. He said, "Yowser, she's hot."
This got everyone else looking, and someone gave me a wolf whistle. I just said, "Thank you, boys, it's nice to be noticed." I then went over and found a seat where guys were on either side of me.
"I'm Helen Asher. As you can see, I want the part of Tina, so I dressed the part to show you how well I can play the part. Mr. Robinson, as I don't recognize everyone, why not introduce us."
Mr. Robinson did so, and then said, "Well, Helen, I see you are an overachiever yet again. You have definitely shown that your extra breasts will not be a hindrance to playing the part. Greg, if you will give the ladies the first script?"
Mr. Sanders did so, saying, "Helen, please take the part of Svetlana, Alice, please take the part of Cathy. I'll do the rest. Please read the entire thing first and let me know when you are ready."
Alice finished first, but I was imagining who Svetlana was, and looked for insight from the minimal description provided. I also looked for insight on the other characters, so I could see how they would react to each other. I then signaled Mr. Sanders.
He began, "Ladies, this is the third time you've been called to the dean's office. Alice, tell me how it started."
"Well, I was with my new boyfriend --"
"Hah!"
"He is so my boyfriend. And don't roll your eyes at me! As I was saying, we was dancing, and getting a little frisky, then this hussy gets in my face calling me a bitch." I smiled when she said that. "Well, I don't take that from no one, and I tell her to fuck off. She then said this is her guy, and tells me to leave. The nerve! If he's her guy, why isn't she with him."
I fished out my phone and, with a very slight soviet accent, said, "I got call. Can't hear over noise in frat house." I then put my phone away.
"Yeah, right. Shuddap, and let me finish. She's so rude, as you can see." I rolled my eyes at that. "I told her I wasn't leaving. She then grabbed his arm, and said to 'ditch the bitch'." Again, I smiled. She glared at me. "That's crossing the line, so I pushed her away, and she had the nerve to push back. Well, it didn't take long for a cat fight to happen, and everyone was cheering us on. We'd been going at it a while when the cops came. They're not even real cops, just rent-a-cops."
"Miss Cathy, they keep the peace, which does everyone good."
"Sorry, dean, I got carried away. Speaking of which, that's what the 'cops' did. They carried us both off to the station, and after letting us stew for the night, they brought us here."
