Birds chirping, the warm sunshine air floods your senses before you open up your eyes, blurry hazy figures coming into focus as you stretch your back like a lithe cat who had just curled up for the whole night. You stifle a yawn and get up, the crisp cold air of the morning complimented by the air conditioner as you hastily wrap a sheet around yourself. Was last night a dream? You can hardly remember going to bed after the shower, indeed it could have been a dream, as you look back onto the bed only to see it bare and empty. You walk slowly to the kitchen, in preparation to make a double choc mocha espresso mmm. On the table is a hastily wrapped parcel with a note scribbled on the bottom, picking it up you read it out aloud:
"Hey Rach (you guess by now that it must be your real name) sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up but I had to do some errands. Included in the parcel is a little 'gift' compliments of Janine, I have been waiting for an opportune time to give it to you, so I guess this is that time. Hope you like it, will see you around. The Nurse xxx..."
Hmm that's nice you think to yourself as you unwrap the hastily wrapped up present. Underneath the wrapping is a small jewellery box, opening it up you see a beautiful gold necklace with a medium sized cross as the main brooch, the cross is an intricate design in itself as the top parts and sides are made up of two interweaving gold threads finishing up in a point on each side. The centre of the design is a small circular ruby that is as thick as the design. You try it on, and it fits perfectly, almost as if it was made for you. Looking in the box, you see a small scrap note, picking it up you can just make out what is being said in its flawless Victorian cursive writing. "I believe that this belongs to you, you lost it just before the accident, your good friend, Janine" You have a brief flashback of having a fight on set with one of the crew members, she was female but you can't remember what her face looks like, though you do remember this crew member pulling it off your neck in the chaos of the fight. Was the crewmember Janine? Or was it some one else. You instinctively rub the nape of your neck; it seems to be burning now in response to your flashback. How odd you think to yourself. Clasping the necklace unto the back of your neck you admire yourself in front of the mirror, naked the necklace gleams in the bright fluorescent light in sharp contrast to your pale naked skin.
You look at your watch 11:45am SHIT! You had completely forgotten about your lunch with the maintainer as you scrabble around the hotel suite for some clothes. You eventually fish out your shirt and pants underneath the bed, in the least accessible corner in the whole room, how it got there is a mystery, isn't this an example of Murphy's law? You think to yourself as you strain your arm underneath the bed, just managing to grasp the edge of your shirt. You hastily put your gear on and leave the hotel suite with everything you came in with. The humid blast of hot air causes you to cringe as you leave the comfort of the hotel out to the hot humid environment. The necklace is the only thing cool as you fondle it absently, its coolness bringing a feeling of tranquillity amongst the anarchy of city traffic as you weave your way through bumper to bumper cars following the rough directions written out from the night before courtesy of the maintainer. You arrive at the little cafe style restaurant after deciphering the maintainers scribbled note. It is very upmarket with a funky industrial style decor. You spot her at the same time that she spots you, waving to her like two lost friends you meet each other halfway, embracing on the side walk like two old lovers. She walks you to her table on the outside facing the street underneath a big umbrella.
"Here" she says handing you a menu twice the size of her head. "You start your order, I got to make a quick visit too the bathroom. Stupid bladder."
"Ok" you reply sitting back in your seat, trying to shade yourself from the harsh sun. As she walks off you glance around the place, you are still feeling abit paranoid from the other night. On the strip a black limousine is parked, but the windows are tinted so darkly that you can't make out anyone inside, you shiver at the reminder of last night before berating yourself on your stupidity. You can't keep going AWOL every time you see a black limousine, you tell yourself, I'm sure that there is more than one black limousine in this god-forsaken town, and even if it was the same person, how the heck would they know that I would be here? I hardly think the maintainer; an airhostess is involved with this surely? But the black limousine stayed there throughout your whole meal and even though the food was good, and the company was even better, you can't help but feel a little intimidated by that black car.
Sensing your mood changing from bubbly to paranoia the maintainer decides that maybe it is best that you both find somewhere abit more quieter and more... private. When she suggests going for a walk to the angel falls, you jump at the opportunity, the closeness of everything getting abit to overwhelming as you begin to feel somewhat claustrophobic. After catching a cab to the outskirts of the city to the start of the rough trail leading to angel falls you are relieved that there are no black limousines following you or none at the car park, there is however a film crew judging by the number of cars and equipment that they all seem to contain. Then you remember what the priest said back in that little church about Mr Jim Tang Vu working as a film director filming one of his new films.
"It looks like a film crew, I didn't know they were filming a movie here." The maintainer observed.
"Yes" you squeal excitedly "That famous director Mr Ferguson is here! He is directing a new film! Lets go see!"
"Wait a minute did you say Mr Ferguson? I don't want to see that bastard, not after he tried to screw me round for that work I did on his sets. I can't believe that man is still directing after that incident. That poor girl going over the falls, I never saw it because I was busy organising for the next scene, us 'techies' never got to see much of that 'action''"
"That poor girl you are talking about was me. I came here to try and piece together what happened on that night as it was a complete and utter blank to me, it wasn't until recently that I only discovered what my real name was, please you have to help me, I need to talk to Mr Ferguson to try and find out more." You beg to the maintainer.
The maintainer reels back in shock when you mention that you were the girl in the scene. You notice that her whole body is visibly shaken by your whole spill as if you have opened a Pandora's box of secrets that had been waiting to be opened for a long time. The maintainer sits down in the middle of the car park with her heads in her hands, when she looks up at you, you can see tear lines traced down her face.
"It was such a long time ago" the maintainer whispers "I was Mr Ferguson's secret lover at the time, I can't believe he betrayed me, that day was the worst day of my life, I can't see how it was possible that the accident happened, I double checked, triple checked that car and it was in perfect nick, I don't see how it was possible that the brakes failed, somebody tampered with that, somebody wanted you to die that day." Her voice is barely a whisper but it nonetheless chilled you right to the bone. Who wanted to kill me? Why? Who? These questions swirl round your head as you are forced to sit down, the situation overwhelming you completely. Suddenly you hear voices behind you approaching, you jump up, dragging the maintainer to her feet, you do not think that the film crew would be too happy to find people on their sets, you rush off and enter one of the empty trailer vans on set, obviously meant for background props. Inside it is dark, but the narrow Venetian slits allow you to peek out to see what is going on without being seen. Peering through the narrow slits you can make out the film crew setting up for a scene, sitting in a chair next to the camera man is the director, it is in the shade and quite far away so you unfortunately can't make out his face.
"Alright Gemma, this scene is yours lets get rolling before this place gets dark." The director yells at some unforeseen star. From the behind one of the Vans, out walks the nurse. You gasp at the unexpected sight, the maintainer swears underneath her breath. She seems quite agitated by the site of the nurse but not enough to give away both of your positions.
The nurse walks out from behind the van dressed in short frayed denim jeans and a short crop top. They are both specifically made items designed to be easily removed, yet still revealing enough to look sexy without looking cheap. The nurse has a lot on her mind as she walks towards the film director smiling, you poor fool, she thinks to herself. So easily manipulated, if only you realised that I am just using you to further my own career. Just like before. Gemma (the nurse) sighs inwardly, all this playing mind games can be taxing, though the benefits in the long run are more than worth it. Famous, being able to choose what films you want to star in, demand any price, to be the most sought after porn star on this planet. There was a rival to me once, Gemma thought to herself smiling, but the chances of that ever coming to light now are insignificant.
"Alright Gemma, you know how the scene goes, you flirt with the two police officers to keep their mind occupied whilst your friends escape. Lets roll. Action!" the director bellows through his loudspeaker.
The film starts rolling...
"Hey there Billy bob, you still waiting fer this fool in the toilet?" says Police officer #1 to #2
"Yeah, he must be havin a baby! The amount o' time he has spent in there!" Police officer #2 says banging on the toilet door.
"Yo! Hurry up in there, waddya think this is?"
Police officer #1 Laughs.
From around the corner Gemma approaches the two Policemen, they stop banging on the toilet door temporarily and look up.
"Hey there fellas, I need two strong, muscular men like you to help me out with a little car problem that seems to have just 'sprung' up out of nowhere, could you please give me a 'hand'? Hmmm?" (Porno films are always heavy with the sexual connotations) Gemma says running one of her hands down the front of policeman #1.
"Uh ah, I'm sure that we could have a look, whaddya say Billy bob?" his partner says to Police #2 winking at him. Licking his lips the other police officer agrees ecstatically nodding his head like a dog on heat. It sure as hell beats waiting at the toilet door, Policeman #2 thinks to himself besides, at this rate it is not like the guy will come out any time soon. It's been such a long time since that trailer trash whore causing so many litigation problems. Countless rejections from women beneath him. Complications. Rejections. Impotence problems. Erection problems. Money problems. Working as a porn star would be any mans dreams, but it hardly puts the food on the table.
Gemma leads Policeman #1 ahead by the hand skipping ahead in her tiny denim shorts; it is so high that you could most probably see her panty line. Except there is no line. Her ample size breasts strain against the thin cotton crop top. Her breasts sticking against the thin cotton fabric like a fly to treacle. The humidity of the area adds perspiration to the situation, making her wholesomely large breasts even more visible underneath the white cotton fabric. Policeman #1 gazes hungrily at her ass as she walks forwards leading the way to her the 'broken' car. Strangely his mind is not on sex but rather on the task ahead. The endless cut. Start. Stop. Performing like a marionette on strings. This is not what sex is all about. This is madness. The plastic smile on his face, confidant stride and perfectly chiselled cheekbones give nothing away but a country bumpkin cop trying to help a perfectly innocent girl with car troubles. Perfectly in tune to his character that he is playing.
Gemma walks over to her car, its bonnet up revealing its engine, like a streaker would reveal their nakedness to a group of observers. Bending over to pretend to look at the car engine, her ass in the air as her tiny denim shorts ride even higher, if that were at all possible.
"Now what seems to be the problem here?" Police officer #1 says bending over to have a look underneath the bonnet.
"I seem to have sprung a leak somewhere, it seemed to have just 'sprung' up from nowhere" Gemma says staring hungrily at the policeman's crotch.
"Well I can't seem to see the problem miss, sorry that I couldn't be of any help to you" Policeman #1 says slamming shut the bonnet.
"Going so soon? I haven't even said my thanks to you yet, taking up all of your time and all" Gemma counters grabbing the Policeman's shirt and pulling him towards her. Her hand snakes down to his trousers rubbing her palm up and down against his crotch until she feels him becoming hard. Her long fingernails click together the sound of plastic acrylic against one another lost in the midst of the onrush of sex. Her hand unbuckles his belt expertly whilst one of her legs lock at the back of his hip, pulling his pants down with the heel of her foot. Underneath he is completely naked, no sign of underwear to hinder further steps of sex, no underwear to remove that would waste precious time on the never blinking camera, no underwear to trip over. Underwear is only for reality where it can serve a purpose, in this 'portrayal' of society underwear can only limit movement. Movement that is already hindered by clothes.
As if on cue, Gemma locks her ankles unto the back of Policeman #1's hips. His stocky frame does not even tremble underneath the weight, he swings her around propping her up on the bonnet of the car, one of his hands undoing her small frayed denim jeans via the hidden studs on the side, whilst the other gropes her breasts underneath the small crop top. Gemma is moaning softly now as if she is in the midst of an orgasm, the mere touch of a mans hand on her breasts, not just any man's, a complete stranger she had just met, of course causing her to spiral in a cataclysmic orgy of pleasure. No wonder men get the wrong impression about women Gemma thinks to herself smiling. But that is how she became what she is now, by giving men exactly what they want. After successfully removing her small frayed jeans Gemma lies down on-top of the bonnet of the car her legs spread wide to enable the camera to get a close up of her magnificent pussy, and of course the cops face between her legs. Policeman#2 seeing his cue from the director moves to the other side of the bonnet where Gemma's face is situated. Unbuckling his belt at a speed that would rival a hummingbird's wings the policeman releases his beast into Gemma's unsuspecting face, poking her in the cheek to let her know that the beast has arrived, and is now waiting to be pampered. Gemma gives the Policeman a brief look of pure loathing before going back to her look of pure ecstasy. Taking his cock into her mouth as he pumps back and forth, making little groaning noises as he plunges into her face. Of course this is all fake as well, he can't feel that much, he would get more pleasure from wanking off, at least there wouldn't be any teeth involved he thinks to himself as he feels her softly scraping her teeth along his ridge wincing as she scrapes along. Stupid cow he thinks to himself as he plunges in deeper almost causing her to gag, she bites down harder, causing him to yelp in pain and withdraw. His poor cock red, limp, yet unscathed.
"FUCKING MUTHAFUCKIN-"
"CUT! CUT! CUT!" The director screams sensing an onscreen fight almost inevitable.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Policeman#2 screams at Gemma.
"ME? IM NOT THE ONE TRYING TO CHOKE ME WITH THEIR FRIGGIN COCK!" Gemma counters.
"HEY! YOU STARTED IT, I FELT THEM TEETH ON MY COCK HERE! IM LUCKY TO ESCAPE UNSCATHED MY WHOLE CAREER COULD HAVE BEEN RUINED BY YOU, YOU NEED A FREAKING MUZZLE IS WHAT YOU NEED!" Policeman#2 yells back, his face red from anger and frustration.
"Typical male, always thinking with your cock, why don't you let me finish the job, you can always get a job in a choir reaching all those high notes after I'm finished with you" Gemma says baring her teeth and letting off a low growl. The policeman is about to hit her when policeman#1 steps in calming them both down, just before the director arrives clearly flustered and unimpressed.
"You" he says pointing to policeman#2 "Off the set, that's it for you, your fired"
"WHA-" the policeman starts but is cut off with the directors scathing look.
"You aint worth shit, you hear me? Nano, zero, nothing. You are the lowest of the low, you are the pus that the micro-organisms feed off, if I tell you something you follow, if you cant handle it then you can get your shit and get out of here. Comprehendo amigo?"
Policeman#2 grumbles and storms off stage. "I'm sick of this shit" he grumbles underneath his breath. Little did he know was that this was only the beginning of a very bad day for him.
"You okay babe?" The director says to Gemma, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yeah, thanks for that he was a creep that guy, I could have choked to death with that fucking cock of his..." Gemma replies starting to sob.
"Its okay" the director says giving Gemma a cuddle "Its all over, he is finished with this profession, I will make sure of that." Gemma smiles, but it is inwardly this time.
To be continued...