MyStandIN: Back to Joe (alternate ending)

1- D for dinner (NC)

- This scene really has to be improved everybody!, shouted the director.

Already the 10th take, I was exhausted but had to hang in there, not to get fired from the current job. We needed this money for Mum's dialysis.

Other stuntmen were taking their positions, despite the heat, the tiredness, the smoke stinging our eyes. A few meters away, Tong was sitting next to the director, observing us. An assistant was fanning him as he was sipping on a cool drink, its drops falling to the floor. Facing him with anger, my throat was dry. I swallowed my saliva, clenched my fists. How could someone like him make a living doing close to nothing, while we bore the weight of the movie's most difficult scene.

- Joe, focus! We don't have much time left!

The scene had to be finished the same day, no matter what, to not induce additional costs. I clenched my fists, bared my teeth. A few seconds and I was ready. A clack in the whole room, the scene started as we resumed our roles. 

One... two... three. Out of breath, after five more exhausting takes, the director was finally satisfied with the results. My limbs were aching. Sweat was running down my body. My shorts' red fabric stuck to my skin. Time to head for the locker rooms at last. 

- Well done Joe! Well done today!

Pats on the shoulder. Other actors were congratulating me before taking their possessions, leaving the dressing room. 

- Not bad, not bad!, Tong stood behind me, still wearing his red shorts too. 

He was tapping the skin of my still-sore back, while I was hiding my pain with a tight smile. 

- Good..., but not perfect yet!, he added.

I was used to his derogatory remarks, what a jerk!

- I've spoken to the director... managed to convince him to redo the scene tomorrow...

- How could you? The whole team worked so hard today. You had no right to decide for everyone!, I replied.

- My reputation depends on it... Something you can't understand!, he scorned.

Furious, I twirled him around before tackling him to the wall, my forearm on his neck. 

- People like you always have the last word, right?!

Tong struggled but couldn't escape.

- Everything you wish for... becomes true, while for people like me... Well... everything comes at high cost. 

Tong tried to free himself again... unsuccesssfully.

- Let me go... or you can consider your career over! You're very new here after all..., he threatened.

The douche was right, I couldn't do anything to him... However, I could help myself, going through his pockets.

- Joe! Don't you touch me!

- Just a little compensation. You're paying for tonight's meal! After all, I need strength for tomorrow's scenes.

I searched his pockets, the black line of his Calvin Klein boxers appeared. Mine were bought at the market last week. Even in those simple things I could notice his status... Infuriating. Something was weighing his shorts down. Jelly beans, all sorts of sweets. However I couldn't get my hands on his wallet. I dug deeper, on both sides. 

- Joe! Joe, stop! No, not there.

Too late. As I grazed him through the red cloth, I felt his member erecting. Tong was red. I stared at him wide-eyed.