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SSC: Oops 15
(****, M/F, Intense, Movie paddling)
Movies stars are made, not born. (Approximately 483 words. Originally published 1998-07.)
The woman smiled sweetly at the security guard and whispered her name in his ear: "Candy Ass."
The man gulped, his face flushing pink. There was a Candy A. on the entrance list. He nodded mutely. Opened-mouthed, he watched her ass sway down the hall.
On the set, she was introduced to the director, a tall bearded, rather frantic man, who treated every distraction as a crisis.
"You're the butt model," he said.
"You asked for the best," she said with a broad smile.
"Modest... I like that," said the man. "Let me see."
Grinning, Candy turned. She was wearing skintight white shorts cut very high. They left nothing to the imagination. Even the bulge of her sex at her crotch was obvious through the taut fabric.
"Shit, you weren't kidding!" gasped the director. He waved to the crew. "Let's roll!"
The naked actress on the set was a cute blonde. She wiggled her pert bottom at the man approaching her. He was carrying a large sorority paddle with greek letters on it.
"Assume the position," he said sternly. The girl grabbed her ankles and offered him her ass.
"Cut! Double time!" shouted the director. He nodded at Candy. "Strip and take her place."
Candy quickly shucked her clothes and exchanged places with the actress. The girl gave Candy a distainful look as she bent over. The silence on the set at the magnificent set of cheeks displayed was unnerving.
"Roll!" croaked the director finally, after rearranging his pants. He studied the monitor near him, showing the super-closeup shot of the glorious buttocks.
With a loud splattering sound, the paddle impacted the smooth, evenly tanned cheeks of the butt model. Candy screamed and jerked up, clutching her bottom and dancing around the room.
"Cut! Cut!" screamed the director. "What the hell are you doing?"
Blinking back tears, Candy gasped, "He hit me! The fucker hit me!"
"Well, what did you expect? This is a spanking flick."
"I expected close-up photography, not a busted ass!" roared Candy furiously. "I make my living off these cheeks -- I can't have them blistered!"
"Oh, fuck," groaned the director. "Don't tell me you're a _real_ butt model... not a spanking double?"
"Then why'd you sign the fucking contract?"
"I never read contracts -- that's my agent's job."
"This will set us back two days!" growled the man. He pointed at Candy. "Get your ass out of here!"
Candy scowled. "Shit, I'm gonna get paid for this, aren't I?"
"You'll be lucky if we don't sue you!"
"Crap," muttered Candy. "This really sucks. I need the money."
"The job's still open..."
"I'm gonna kill my agent. Come on, let's get it over with. My agent will just have to pay for a couple weeks vacation to let my ass heal up."
The director sighed with relief. "Good. Everybody back! Action in five!"