I walked back to the set laughing at the jokes Phillip, my make-up artist was telling me. I have to say, I've never met a more gay man than Phillip. Though I can't say I've met that many gay men -or woman- in my life, before this movie anyway. He was funny though, along with flirty as he tried to make me h0rny, something that wasn't going to happen. I was well and truly straight.
"Come on, you have to at least find me a bit attractive, I mean look at me." he joked fluttering his eyelids.
I exaggerated looking at him from head to toe, pausing to put my hands against his chest. "Sorry, I don't like my lovers so... flat chested."
He shook his head and replaced my hands with his, giving his non-existent boobs a squeeze. "Never, ever dis these babies honey, or you'll be going on set looking like Michael Jackson." he smiled. "Anyway, my nîpples are so sensitive all you have to do is suck them to get my legs open. And incase you didn't notice, that was an invitation."
I closed my eyes at the images that invaded my brain, none of them appealing in the least. "Phillip, I really didn't need to know that. Ever."
He laughed and smacked my ass. " You know you like it baby." he paused as we walked into the set where everyone else was already set up. "Looks like Mr. I've-got-a-pole-stuck-up-my-ass wants you." he pointed to where the director was standing waving at me.
I nodded and waved goodbye to Phillip before making my way towards where the director stood with my co-star Ashton. 'Mr. I've-got-a-pole-stuck-up-my-ass' was the name Phillip gave to Sweeney after he made us work for fourteen hours on the first shoot, because Ashton and I needed to have more chemistry. That and the fact he never smiles.
Sweeney tossed me the script and beckoned Ashton closer. "I was thinking of getting the bedroom scene done now. The two of you are the only ones needed for it and we've already finished scene four. It might give us extra time to get it right."
Even though it came across like we had an opinion, what he really meant was that we're doing it. I didn't exactly mind, I mean I've been acting since I was fourteen and was in more then one sex scene. The only difference was was that it was always with a girl, though it couldn't be that hard since on more then one occasion the girl wasn't exactly attractive.
Sweeney flipped the script open and handed it back to me. "The movie is rated eighteen anyway so were going to go as hardcore as possible."
I nodded and read through the scene. It was nothing hard besides a few lines and then pretend where having sex, moan a bit, and that's pretty much it. Ashton had more to do then me considering he was the dominant one in the 'relationship', though he should do fine as he was made research the whole topic before we started shooting last September. What type of research he did, I don't know.
Sweeney turned and started ordering the crew to set up the bedroom and gave us half an hour to go over the lines before we started shooting. I nodded and sat down on one of the director chairs the lined up against the wall. Ashton followed me seconds later.
"You nervous?" he asked as he sat down beside me.
I flipped the page as I glanced at him. "Why should I be when all I have to do is moan."
He chuckled and tossed the script into the chair beside him. "Maybe for the fact that you about to have sex with a guy?"
"Fake sex." I corrected as my script followed his into the chair.
He nodded "Fake sex."
I shook my head and looked at him. "I've been acting since I was a child, my first sex scene was the day after I turned eighteen. I've had lots of experience to say the least."
