It was the third day of work on the film. The director swore obscenely, the assistants fussed and ran around the set, the actors forgot the words, and the dressers forgot the needles in the hastily sewn suits. In short, everything was as usual, and the filming process began smoothly enter the well-worn track, promising to soon become from mystical religious rite in the usual routine.
It was unusually quiet on the film set at this afternoon. It was lunchtime, everyone had crawled out somewhere. Alice was not hungry and instead go after the others in the dining room, she walked over to the coffee machine and has already taken a disposable cup, when she heard from behind a loud voice director Bill Reutov, who called her by the name.
- Alice! Can I have you for a minute?
Their film director was small, quite full and slightly bald. He quickly moved around the site, constantly waving his arms, trying with active gestures to help dull interlocutors understand what he wants from them. From this incessant movement, he sweated profusely, so that every now and then he had to wipe his forehead and bald spot with a handkerchief. Alice stopped two steps from Bill, but even at this distance she smelled a scent that reminded her of the men's locker room in the school gym, where she once wandered because of her usual absent-mindedness.
Behind the director's back there was a wide double bed, on which two half-naked actors were currently lying.
- To fix make-up? - she asked. She always had her tools with her, in her leather shoulder bag.
- No, please look at James and share your impressions.
Alice looked into the face of the handsome actor. Not seeing anything new in the physiognomy, shiny from the make-up, she mechanically glanced down and was dumbfounded. From the clothes on the performer of the main role was only a green sock pulled over the penis. However, in the next second, Alice saw two thin threads stretching along the sides and guessed that this was not a sock after all.
She raised her head and looked expectantly at Reutov, not showing her emotions in any way.
-Well? - he asked impatiently. - How do you like James?
- James is fantastic, - said Alice calmly.
The actor laughed happily.
- And how do you like his panties? - the actress - James's partner in the bed scene, Ruby asked indignantly. - Is it fantastic too?
She herself was dressed in a blue lace peignoir, beautifully fitting her slender figure. Red curly hair fell over her shoulders, they sparkled beautifully under the spotlights. Ruby was a very attractive woman.
- Fashionable panties, - Alice answered in the same colorless tone. Alice was dressed in jeans and a loose shapeless hoodie. Next to Ruby, she acutely felt herself unfashionability and plainness. - I think I've seen these on the Internet.
- Do you like it?!
Alice shrugged. Not that she liked it, but... To tell the truth, she really liked James himself, no matter what kind of clothes the costume designers put on him, but Alice tried to hide this fact, both from the film crew and from Korwin, who was already quite spoiled by female attention.
- Wait, not like that, - interjected Reutov. - Tell me, what do you feel looking at such a fantastic James in fashionable panties?
- Aesthetic pleasure from contemplation of a perfect male body.
Korwin burst out laughing again.
- Look, he was delighted, stallion, - the director grumbled in disappointment. - I knew that you also like handsome.
- Yes, - Alice agreed docilely. - I am the same as everyone else - I see only a beautiful shell and I absolutely do not know how to appreciate the content of the inner world.
-My inner world is also beatiful, - Korwin said happily.
Alice gave a glimpse of the dream of tens of thousands of Instagram followers. Dream smiled affectionately and gazed at her.
- You're the perfect dude. And why was it necessary to look at him?
- We are filming an erotic scene, - Reutov sighed in annoyance. - Costume designer offered this option, but I somehow doubt it. Maybe normal panties are better after all?
- Of course better! - Ruby declared categorically. - It's just some kind of pornography! Everyone will only look at dick in that stupid sock. Nobody will pay attention to our dialogue.
- But the followers on his Instagram will be several thousand more, - said Alice.
- Well, I wanted to saw his followers in the coffins, - the director sighed. - Perhaps, however, it is not necessary... Go, James, put on normal boxers.
- What if I will not so fantastic in normal boxers? - a velvet voice sounded directly above the ear, but Alice stubbornly looked at her feet, trying with all her might not to blush.
- Art requires sacrifice, my dear, - Reutov replied absently, but immediately, realizing that Korwin's words were not meant for him at all, he cursed with annoyance. - Alice, damn it, tell him something, or he won't leave.
The girl raised her head.
- James, you will be beautiful in any shorts, - she said calmly, but the actor was not embarrassed by her cold tone. He again smiling with a snow-white charming smile, finally turned around and went towards the wardrobe.
Alice went the other way, hoping that Korwin would no longer flirt with her. What should she do with him in this case, she had no idea.
***
And the girl is pretty all the same. And even though she portrays indifference, she likes him. James Korwin in his twenty-eight years learned to understand such things. An easy, fast-paced romance which you can easily and quickly ended after filming with a cute, unassuming girl, what could be better now?
James no longer wanted to get involved with actresses - too demanding, too hysterical, always offended by the lack of attention on his part. James was now lazy to play these games. Why they can't just spend good time together? For talking, laughing, sharing emotions, finally. Why does this incomprehensible dregs begin every time: you did not praise my food, you didn't notice my new dress, you didn't give me a hundred roses for a month of our acquaintance.
Damn, I did not praise, because I myself cook tastier, but I tactfully do not mention this. I did not notice your dress, because we have known each other only for a month, how do I know that it is a new? And you need roses only because everyone on Instagram will see that you are no worse than others. I can give bouquet, no problem, but it's not from the heart. But the girls did not need a heart, they needed beautifull picture in account. The offer to lie on the couch with a beer on a weekend and watch a movie instead of dragging along to a fashionable get-together was perceived for some reason as a manifestation of selfishness and evidence of dislike. And James, after a working week filled to the limit with filming and rehearsals, just needed to sleep and relax.
In general, he has had enough of secular lionesses, he must try to start a relationship with a normal pretty girl who does not want to be a star. Although Alice, apparently has uneasy character,- it is worth remembering how she trolled Megan. But for some reason, he had a dream her, hadn't he?
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