Rising Star – Stern Warning


Marilynn Foster’s hand was under my evening dress. Somehow and very deftly, as we kissed she had lifted my dress and managed to get my knickers around my knees. Now, her hand was running between my legs like a saw, the side of her index finger running smoothly between my lips and her thumb playing havoc with my clitoris. Her tongue was pressing into my mouth and I wasn’t complaining. She worked her body so my thigh was pressing between her thighs and she rubbed herself on it as we kissed. One hand behind my neck, the other between my legs we stood, my back to a wall and suddenly, from nowhere, she came. I was on the way up but not by any means a star. Flick took me to the USA to meet a few ‘VIPS’ in the business she hoped would employ me. I’d spent a day glad-handing a few casting directors and was, quite frankly, sick of the whole business when Flick arrived back at our hotel. She called me and told me to meet her in the bar. She never seemed to get tired, a genuine force of nature.“Fucking hell, Millerton, have you been asleep? You look as though you just dragged yourself out of bed. Don’t tell me you\’ve pulled some innocent local.”“Nice to see you too. Do you have any idea how boring casting directors can be? Heads so far up their own arses.”“Boring they may be but they are the people who say to the people who matter that you are right for a part so kiss as many arses as you can while we’re here. And tonight…”“I’m sleeping.”“Tonight we have been invited to a party.”“I have no intention of going to a party.”“Well, you’re going to this one.” Flick may have been my agent and I, therefore, a client but she had no concept that she was almanbahis şikayet employed or if she had refused to let it interfere with her drive to get me work. “Get your posh frock on and be ready to go by 9.”It was 7:30.“I need some sleep.”“No. You need some work now get ready and don’t let me down.” Before I could complain she stood up and marched off and I watched her shapely arse as she clicked her way to the elevators.I grabbed a beer from the bar and took it up to my room. Fuck it. I knew she was right but my feet were killing me after walking around town all bloody day in four-inch heels. I had a shower and tidied myself up, slipped on the black evening dress she’d told me to bring and put my poor stockinged feet into another pair of heels and was on parade in the lobby by the required time. Flick was, predictably late but she never apologises so I had to live with it. She looked bloody fantastic as always.“God,” I said, “I wish I had some of your juice.”“I think you ought to re-phrase that, Darling. Come on, the limo’s here.”“You hired a limo?”“No, it has been sent for us, so get your arse into it and get your brain in gear. Tonight, you need to be at your best.”“Where are we going?”“Dolly Stern is throwing a bash and we, thanks to me, are invited.”That shut me up. Dolly Stern was one of the most important producers in the business. She had a reputation for being tough but fair and for pulling together the best casts for her projects. She also had a rep for being as gay as a carousel.An hour later and I was standing in a mansion, holding a glass of bubbly surrounded by some well known faces and some less well and some almanbahis canlı casino un. I recognised Dolly though and was a bit surprised when she stopped beside me and Flick. She was wearing a long black coat dress that did nothing to hide her large figure.“Caterham! You made it. Wonderful to see you.”They ‘mwaaa’d’ and Flick said, “Dolly, this is the useless tart I mentioned to you. Meet Faye Millerton.”“Great to meet you, Faye.” She offered her hand and I shook it but she didn’t let it go. “Come with me Faye, I want to talk to you.” She led me by the hand and I looked back over my shoulder with questioning eyes to Flick who grinned and turned her back and got back to networking. Dolly led me into a side room and to a table with two chairs. I should say this was well before #MeToo.“Take a seat.” I sat. She poured two generous glasses of brandy and put one in front of me without asking if I wanted it. She sat facing me. “You haven’t worked in Hollywood have you?” I confirmed I had not. “Let me tell you something. Your Flick is one of the best and she’s said you are and I’ve seen some of your work, OK?” I nodded. “Now, Let’s speak hypothetically. I’m a producer. Let’s say I’ve invited you here to offer you apart. It’s a chance to work alongside a great star, let’s say, Pfeiffer, OK?” I realised the ‘Okay’s’ were punctuation not questions so I sipped my drink and kept listening. “Thing is though, I’m gay like you and I want to fuck you. So the deal is you either go back to your worst nightmare job. What was that, by the way?”“Children’s television.”“Jeez, you have really bad nightmares! Or, you let me fuck you senseless almanbahis casino and you get the job. With me?” I nodded. “How do you feel about that?”“Miss Stern…”“Dolly.”“Dolly, I know this sort of thing is common in the industry but I’m not going to go along with it. You may think me naïve but I think I’m good enough to get there without spreading my legs for anyone.” I was trying not to get angry but failing.“Faye, there’s a thousand actresses out there as good as you.”“It’s kind of you to speak to me but I think I’ll be going.” I placed the glass carefully and stood. I was trying to hold myself together.“Sit down. Well done you. No matter what some sleazeball tells you, and there’s plenty of them about, the good actors get there without having to be whores. If you’re as good as I think you are then you don’t need to be a whore.”“So why the charade?”“Flick said she wanted me to give it to you straight. There’s a certain irony there, no?” She laughed and despite my waning anger, I did too. “She, we know you’re likely to have to deal with that and it’s best you do it now and understand we’re not all sleazeballs and we’re not all liars and thieves. Now, how do you fancy the part?”“As support to Pfeiffer?”“Yeah. You’re great for the part but the part’s not too great for you.”I was, as you may imagine, totally bewildered by this stage. “You mean there really is a part?”“There is and you’re good for it but you might not think it good for you. Your role is as Pfeiffer’s assistant, you’re dowdy, you love her to distraction and although you know she’s never going to be your lover, you decide, because you’re a psycho, to knock off anyone who gets close to her so you can be her comforter in her grief.”“Jeez.”“You do, incidentally, get to wash her back in the tub. Christ on a bike, I’d take up acting if I thought I could do that!”Now I was really laughing.“Screen test Monday. You OK with that?”

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