I went inside and flinched at the harsh lighting. Filming sex scenes was one of the least sexy things to do in filmmaking. The bright lights, the shouting of directions, the constant awareness of not only the people in the room, but your scene partner. I suddenly felt self-conscious as I stared down at my limp cock. Could I…perform?
“That’s, uh—not what I was hoping to see.” Dante caught me staring at my doll-like groin and walked over. “What happened to full mast? You’d think you’d be excited to be filming with your Final Girl today.”
“I am,” I assured him. “Thrilled, actually. I’m just a little nervous, I guess. This is what’s going to be in the movie?”
“Yes, sir. Do you need a little help? Your agent negotiated for a fluffer. We can call one.”
I shook my head. “No, I think I’ll be fine once Evie gets here.” The amusement on Dante’s face made my face flame, and I rephrased. “I mean, once we start acting, I’ll be able to focus. Fuck off,” I muttered and went to find a corner to drink my Red Bull in peace. I found the chair with my name on it and plopped down, mentally preparing myself.
As if my soul were connected to hers, I knew the moment Evie walked onto set. My breathing hitched, and my thoughts disappeared for a flash as I turned my head to see her. She was… beautiful.
They’d curled and styled her hair. Her makeup looked perfect, her red lips were fuller, her lashes longer, and when she batted them, her eyes shone. Suddenly, my cock rose from the dead beneath my robe.
“There we go,” Dante said, seeming to come from nowhere.
Glaring at him, I placed a hand over my lap. “Can you not monitor my erections, please?” I asked.
He put his hands up. “Fair enough. Let’s just keep that energy going for the shoot today. Once we get these shots, I don’t care if you ever get hard again.”
He left me, and I stood to go see Evie. There was a bit of fanfare to her arrival. She’d been swarmed by the production team the instant she came through the door. I waited until they’d moved on before going to her. She was standing at craft services, grabbing a yellow Red Bull.
“Ready?” I asked.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “They set my modesty patches already. I made them double some up,” she said with a laugh.
She blushed and looked down at her feet. I licked my lips. She seemed to worry about a repeat of our chemistry test, while I washopingfor a repeat.
“I hope they used superglue, because I’m putting my all into this today.”
She crossed her arms under her chest, causing my eyes to shoot to her breasts then back up to her eyes. Before she could say something smart back, they were shouting for everyone that wasn’t necessary to leave set. They filed out and with them, all the relaxed energy. Suddenly, everything felt very serious.
Dante came over and explained the scene. It felt pointless, as I’d read the script a hundred times. I knew what was going on. Which was good because I couldn’t focus on Dante’s words. All I could think about was Evie and how she was feeling right now.
I was a seasoned actor, used to being a piece of meat to this industry. My place in all of this was to look attractive and read my lines. Once the movie was released into the world, all sorts of trolls would come out online to critique every little thing about us. I could turn my feelings on and off. Could she do that? Would she be able to set aside everything to bare her body for art?
“Got it?” Dante asked us. Giving him a thumbs-up in agreement, he left to sit near the monitors.
I turned to Evie. “What did he say?”
“To make it look good, basically,” she said. “He’s letting us improvise, and he’ll just film and cut it later.”
“Got it.”
I let her take the lead. She untied her robe, and I did the same. I went to hand it to Connor, but I remembered he wasn’t here. I rolled my eyes and smirked as I took it to my chair.
This wasn’t my first rodeo. What was I doing?
I tried not to be obvious as I glanced to the side to see what Evie was doing. I was always respectful of my scene partners, but today I was hyper-aware of all my actions.
She was wearing her bra and panties, so I kept my boxers on. I stood there until she reached for my hand and pulled me onto the set.
“Are we ready?” Dante shouted.
Evie wrapped her arms around me, and any anxiety I had about her preparedness for the future, my body’s performance, and everything else washed away. She turned to Dante and squinted. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. Could we do the music?”
“Music?” I asked.
Dante raised his arm and made a circular gesture with his finger, and a moment later, low music poured from speakers I couldn’t see.
