SSC: A Good Excuse

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SSC: A Good Excuse

(*****, M/F, Severe, Cons, humor)

A film director is presented with an unusual problem. (Approximately 477 words. Originally published 1999-07.)

"Come in."

Though I've been directing beautiful women for a decade, the truly stunning ones still turn me into an awkward teenager. This was none other than Andra Aster, the Brit famous for her sultry beauty. We'd just filmed "La Casa Rosa," a lusty 17th century epic. Andra was brilliant in it. It was strange to see her in jeans.

"Hi Christian," she murmured, her soft smile slowly heating the room like a smoldering fire.

"It's good to see you again." I loved having small talk with her, but there just wasn't time. "You heard the news?"

"Some footage was lost?"

"Yeah, some moron intern threw a lit cigarette into a trash bin. Fortunately the fire was caught early -- but there was damage to a crucial scene."

"When do we reshoot?"

"This weekend."

"Which scene?"

"The bear rug."

Andra was startled. "That's a nude scene!"

"I'm sorry. I know it's not pleasant..."

But Andra was more than embarrassed -- she was mortified. "I can't."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, but I just can't."

This was certainly unexpected. Andra wasn't known for being difficult. I said softly, "You're still under contract."

"You don't understand." Her face reddened. "I've got... a condition."

"Oh." I was relieved. "Like a rash or something? Makeup will cover it."

Andra looked like she was going to cry. She wrung her hands and looked away. "Can't we wait a few weeks?"

"No. We're already behind schedule." Whatever was bothering the actress was serious -- I'd never seen her so somber. "It's not a rash, is it."

The lady sighed. "Can we keep this private?"

"Of course."

"I'll just show you," she said. "It's easier than explaining."

I watched in disbelief as Andra unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her slender legs.

"Andra--"

The panties were next, dropping down as my blood pressure went up. Of course I'd seen her nude before, but never like this. She turned her back to me and I gasped. Her ass was purple. When I looked closer I saw it was crisscrossed with dozens of red stripes.

"What the hell--"

"My husband," she said calmly. "It's a game we play. I'm the naughty schoolgirl, he's the stern headmaster. I enjoy it."

"You enjoy..." My voice dropped off as I finally understood. "You figured we'd wrapped and it was safe to play, didn't you."

She nodded. "I'm filming six to eight months out of the year. We get so little time we try to take advantage whenever we get the chance."

"It's looks like Gregory made up for lost time."

Andra laughed, rising and pulling her clothes back on. "Do you see why I can't shoot this weekend?"

"Of course. How long before--"

"Perhaps a month."

I nodded. "Don't worry about it. I'll give the execs some excuse."

"Thanks, Christian. You're a dear."

The End

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