The Detached Actor.

Back To The Film.

Last night got a little wild after dinner.
Adrien took me back to where he was staying, which was, a lot nicer than where I was staying.
He couldn't keep his hands off me all night.
Constantly touching me, kissing me, doing everything to get close.
Kept muttering how much he wanted me, then holding me.
Not sure if it was meant in a sexual sense, or just in general.
I woke up early for work, beings that we start back up with Adriens scenes today. Opening my eyes, I see Adrien, staring at me. The most content look on his face.
"How long were you watching me?" I rub my eyes.
"Not long at all my dear. Just admiring your beauty, and the way you drool in your sleep." He laughed a little.
Embarrassed, I wipe away the spit from my mouth.
"No need to shy away, it's adorable really." He propped his head up on his hand.
"We need to get ready for work." I say walking towards his bathroom and brushing my teeth.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I try and fix my hair. None of my things are here, so it's a little tricky. No matter. I can gather my things from my bag at the lot.
Adrien came up behind me, his arms around my waist, holding onto me.
"If you don't stop, we'll end up being late! We have to wrap up your scenes." I laughed.
While dressing myself I look around the fancy hotel room, then at Adrien, who was buttoning his shirt up. He's so handsome.
I don't think I'd mind waking up to him again.
We catch a ride out to the lot, where Adrien and I race to get into the trailer and prepare. We were behind, so I'd have to cut a few corners doing his wig. Hopefully the director won't notice, or someone else can patch it up while I'm out and about doing other things around here.
The greatest part of being on set, is that there's always something to do.
Prepping his wig and wardrobe, we make our way on set to film him running from the guards. Then we'd go into the bathtub scene, which I'm absolutely dying to see.
Places were set, and, action.
"Pardon me monsieur." A guard taps him on his shoulder after speaking with the big breasted red head. "Yes? I wasn't bothering the mademoiselle, I assure you."
"A few of the merchants have informed me that you have been selling diamonds." The guard inquired.
"Well, I-i'm a licensed broker, of precious stones. I trade frequently here and in Amsterdam."
"Then monsieur wouldn't mind showing credentials to that effect?"
"Of course." He said nervously.
Nicholas began to check his pockets.
"Oh, you know, they're in my rooms at the hotel. If you care to accompany me there we can clear up this matter up in a quick fashion."
"I think we should monsieur."
"Very well." He gestured.
"A striking outfit. Very sharp." Nicholas said before taking off.
He jumped over a flower cart, then ran into a horse that knocked him down on the ground.
Picking himself up, he runs through the village. Nicholas then jumps over another cart, and up and over a stair rail.
More guards surround Nicholas, he turns around and stands tall on the bridges edge.
Then jumps in. Splash, and cut.
With a twenty minute motion, all characters and crew members made their way into the house for the next scene.
Adrien was excused to go back to his trailer, where I would straighten his wig and leave it down for the next scene.
Clipboard in hand, I approached his trailer. Knocking first, no one answers, so I let myself in.
Hearing running water and seeing bits of steam, I assume Adrien is in the shower.
Didn't even know some of these trailers had showers in them.
Setting down my clipboard, I grab the mannequin head with the wig on it and start taking Bobby pins out. I then grab my straightener and lay the hair down flat with some sheen.
The water stops, I hear slippered footsteps walking towards me.
"Hello beautiful. You excited for the next scene?" He kissed me on the cheek.
I smiled, "I'm looking forward to it."
As I look at Adrien, I see he's in nothing more than a towel. His hair hanging wet in his face.
My cunt started to throb.
Looking back at the hairpiece, I kept a steady pace.
Adrien stood behind me, his body pressed against my back side. Something was poking my lower back.
We have a height difference, I'm about 5'5" and he's roughly 6'1".
His erection was poking me in the back, but I'm trying to stay focused on my work.
Although we haven't had sex yet, I was almost dying to find out. But it's good to be a tease too, keeps them coming back.
Playing hard to get was my game.
His hand grazed my neck, pulling my hair to the side. Then he leaned down a little, and started lightly kissing my neck, working his way up to my ear.
Biting my earlobe, I feel his breath in my ear. For whatever reason, that was always a turn on for me.
We don't have time to be doing any foreplay, we had to be back on set in less than ten minutes.
I pull away after straightening the last piece of hair, "Sit down, I need to get your wig on and get you on set." I smiled at him. His longing eyes staring deep into mine.
"You always pull away when it starts to get fun love." He chuckles.
"That's because there is work to be done. And it won't get done if we're fondling eachother." I say, carefully placing his wig on top of his real hair. A bald cap for this scene wasn't very necessary, but a shit ton of pins will be required. Last thing I want is for him to pull himself out the tub and his hair come off.
Although, that would be slightly amusing.
He's had a few bloopers, that I've seen anyways.
Once his hair is in place, I guide him out the trailer, and we make our way to the building.
Adrien got into the bathtub, I stood off to the side.
Nicholas submerged himself in the tub, and, action.
He pulls himself up from the water, "Sainted mother of Jesus, I nearly soiled myself." Nicholas gets out of the tub.
"Clever to run back here, that way they can have us in one neat bundle." Retaux De Villette poked fun at Nicholas.
Nicholas grabs a dagger and presses it at his throat. "Shut up, shut up or I'll cut that contemporal tongue of yours." Nicholas threatened.
"Get off me!" Retaux stammered.
"Nicholas, you've had a scare, and I know you're upset. But you must maintain your temper, please." Countess Comtesse Jeanne de la Motte-Valois insisted.
Nicholas stabbed the table with the sharpened dagger.
Countess sighed, "You won't sell diamonds in Paris anymore. Agreed?"
Nicholas stood facing the mirror on the wall, slowly turning to look at his wife.
"Say it!" Retaux demanded.
A quiet stare down, Nicholas finally spoke, "Agreed."
"We must leave the country while we can. Once this whole thing unravels, Rohan will have our heads staked to his chapel gate." Retaux began to panic.
"Let us not forget the Cardinals letters to the queen. This one where he's proclaiming his love to Antoinette would be particularly damaging." Countess remarked.
"And suppose at that time the cardinal doesn't give a good god damn." Nicholas retorted, opening a glass of brandi, pouring a shot.
"We've laid our plans. Now we must trust in them." She gazes out the window.
Retaux looked annoyed at Nicholas, who stood there pouring himself another shot.
End scene, and cut.