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SSC: The Body Double
(*****, M/F, Intense, whipping)
A director deals with a tempermental actress. (Approximately 470 words. Originally published 2000-06.)
"Sir, Ms. Sherard's here."
I grunted at the speakerphone. "What's she want?"
"I don't know." The voice went to a whisper. "She's pissed."
Fuck. Star trouble. What did the bitch want now? Not enough flowers in her dressing room? Didn't like the lighting in last night's scene? I needed this like I needed another migraine.
Gloria was dressed casually in jeans and a tank top. With every move, however, it was obvious she was a star. Her face glowed with such a healthy beauty it was almost obnoxious. Usually her beauty was balanced by a cute, self-effacing grin, but now she wore a bitter, annoyed expression.
I made my face neutral. She stood before me with her hands on her hips. Her eyes flashed.
"What the fuck's wrong with my ass?" demanded the actress
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"My ass!" Gloria rotated, placing a palm on her extremely curvy rear end. "You don't like it?"
"No, it's great," I stammered, completely bewildered. "Your figure's a dream, Gloria. That's part of why we cast you for this role. You're incredibly sexy in leather."
"Then what the hell's this about a body double?"
Uh oh. "It's just for today." I gave her my sweetest smile. "You know, the torture scene."
"Where the bastard whips me with that riding crop, I know," she growled. "But that's supposed to be _my_ moment. My butt's supposed to be forty feet tall on the big screen, not some fuckin' ass model!"
"I don't want to hear it. Get rid of the bitch. I'll do my own nude scenes, thank you very much."
"This isn't about nudity," I breathed. There was a moment of silence. I plunged ahead. "This model, she's special."
"What's so fuckin' special about her?"
"She's, uh, done, uh, movies...."
"I've done movies."
"Not these kind of movies. These are, uh, special movies."
"Brad, you'd better start speaking some fuckin' English or I'll walk out that door and never come back!"
I gulped. There was no way to put this delicately. "Porno. Specifically, discipline videos."
Gloria didn't even blink. "So she lets herself be whipped? For real?"
"Yes. We hired her for the torture scene. We want a real whipping."
"Why the hell did you do that!"
"I said, the whipping's gonna be real--"
"What, you think I can't take a little whipping?"
My jaw dangled open.
"Come on, Brad. You know I take my work seriously."
"Sure, but I didn't think--"
"Exactly! Why didn't you just ask me?"
I was dazed. "Gloria, it's going to be a *real* whipping! Welts. Marks. You can't--"
"The hell I can't! Just get rid of that double."
Gloria departed, leaving me stunned and breathless. Fucking movie stars! Who could predict them?