La Pantera

Ch. 39 The Times Are A Changin'

Song for the Chapter: My Generation by The Whos

Stevie showed up to the set the next day, hoping to focus on her work. Her body was very much alert and more hyper than usual, so she wanted to calm down especially after last night. She only had slept 2 hours the night before, but felt fine. She never had needed much sleep in her life if she was being honest with herself. The director, Tony Scott, smirked when he saw Stevie. "Hey Steve, ready for work?", he asked her. "Yes Sir.", she playfully saluted him before walking alongside him to where she needed to be. "We're gonna be doing the love scene between you and Tom today.", he told her. Her smile immediately dropped , a look of annoyance on her face. "Great.", she mustered. "I think it'll be fun.", Tony obliviously gushed. "He's a strapping young fella, I think you'll enjoy it.", he grinned. "Can't wait.", Stevie watched Tom come over to them. "You two, get talking now so this scene goes great.", Tony ordered, then walked away.

Stevie rolled her eyes while Tom looked at her in confusion. "Today's the sex scene we gotta film.". She informed him. Tom smirked at her. "That should be fun.", he teased. "I'd rather deep throat the Kremlin.", she snarled. "Awww I can't be that bad Stevie.", Tom went to touch her bicep but was immediately smacked in the hand by her. "No camera, no touching.", she warned. "Aren't you such a tease?", he laughed. Stevie clenched her jaw, huffing angrily. "You're lucky I haven't bashed your head in yet.", she growled. "You think you're this big and bad figure don't you? No one's untouchable Stevie and someday someone's gonna beat you to death.", Tom smiled darkly. "I AM untouchable Tommy....", she got right in his face, shoulders rolled back. "I'll be damned if I go down easy." Tom looked in her eyes with an intense gaze, staring in silence until they were called inside the house of Stevie's character.

She walked in the bedroom after changing into Charlie's shirt, her tattoos having been covered with makeup, which she despised. She looked around the area, surveying it before looking in Tom's eyes. The set was dimmed down to a blue hue, the room dark to where she only saw silhouettes. "Remember! Love, passion!", Tony Scott yelled. Stevie rolled her eyes as Tony yelled action. The room was silent since there would be music over everything. She placed an arm on Tom's shoulder, gently running a hand through his hair. He trailed his hand around her hair and side, their eyes locked onto another. She felt the blouse on her body go off, slipping gently until she was in a nude g string. His hand locked on her's before he picked her up, laying her down on the bed. Stevie wasn't used to slow sex at all, thankful there was a blanket over their almost nude forms. Tom mimicked thrusting motions as she pretended to moan out happily. Her hands trailed up and down his back, her mouth open in "bliss". Their eyes locked on another again before she kissed him softly. After another minute, Tony grinned and yelled "Cut!". The lights came back on and Stevie sighed in relief. "That was incredible you two!", he laughed in amazement. "The passion was there for sure." Stevie smirked as she sat up. "I'm a damn fine actor Tony.", she remarked. Tom chuckled in annoyance as he sat up too. "I could say the same....pretending to enjoy a woman built like a door.", he snarled. Stevie turned and looked at him with a simpering expression. "Just admit it...you're mad I'm more of a man than you'll ever be.", she crooned. "How so?!", Tom growled. "Taller than you...more powerful physically wise, and the fact I already knew how to ride a motorcycle before this film. I also don't need stunt doubles.", she grinned while standing. She pulled a set robe on before walking to her trailer.

After being changed into her costume for when Charlie chases Maverick in the car, she reclined in the chair smoking a cigarette. She heard the radio play an interview of some sort. She began to switch it off until she heard Matt's voice. Something made her stop, just wanting to hear how he was doing. "Tell us more about what you're up to these days Mr. Dillon.", the interviewer's voice exclaimed. "I've got two movies coming out this year, called Rebel and Target. I think people will like Target more to be honest.". He laughed. "And why's that?", the interview questioned. "People tend to favor action stories over romance ones.", Matt chuckled. Stevie nodded her head in agreement, not having complaints for that statement. "Well we will enjoy seeing you in both. We're sure the ladies will have a good time either way.", the interview joked. "Ah come on Derek...you know that's not why I pick which movies I do.", Matt giggled. Stevie could just see his simpering face and rolled her eyes. "Yeah that's so believable.", she snarled. "In all seriousness, I hate the teen idol image. It makes you less respectable and my goal as an actor is to be taken seriously. That image doesn't do me favors.", Matt explained to Derek. "Gotcha, gotcha.", Derek nodded his head. Stevie huffed not sure what to make of what Matt had said. She switched off the radio, going outside to smoke some more. She leaned against the trailer as she smoked, looking out at the sun. She blew smoke rings into the clear sky, trying to pass the time.

Walking home after set wasn't so bad. The sunset made her feel calm as she walked on the sidewalk. A couple people stopped her on the sidewalks for autographs which helped boost her ego a bit. All was well as she made it back to her rental house. She skipped up the steps letting herself inside. A story about her played on the news, causing her to turn up the volume. "Miss Stevie Costa is one of the fueling factors causing our youth to shift into a more punk direction. We've never seen a mainstream celebrity, a female one at that, be so open with tattoos ever. You can see them on her arms and stomach. It's caused a new wave of young women to get tattoos and the older generation to scorn those who follow in this actress' footsteps. Her sense of style is more of how you'd see in the male rock scene today, and it makes you wonder if she's trying to set a statement for everyone who dares challenge The Panther of Hollywood.", the man reported.

Stevie smiled widely. This was what she had wanted all along. She wanted to set an example and show that she could do anything she set her mind to, even if it meant ruffling some feathers.

She was helping change her generation, not falling behind in the struggles of the system