(This might not make a whole lot of sense if you haven't read the first two chapters. You could go look them up, or you could just read Chapters four and six.)
A Random Encounter
Chapter Three
"Camera Four, hold on him until he hits the rope line. Camera Seven, get ready to pick him up. You're a go Camera Seven! Camera Four, park the cab and wrap, can't have you spotted again."
The Director sat back and watched on the monitor as Marshall staggered from the cab to the red velvet rope holding back those waiting to get into The Iguana Cantina. Sam and Jenny had disappeared from view and he stood at the rope, looking around in confusion. Tom, the head bartender and junior partner in the lounge reached for the rope and pulled it aside.
"You must be Marshall," he said with a smile. "The girls pointed you out and asked me to let you in."
Marshall's head bobbed up and down while a huge grin stayed fixed on his face. He stepped past the rope and up to the door.
"Okay, Camera Two, he's at the door, get ready. He's in, stick with him as long as he's in view. Camera One, you've got him if he passes the center bar. Camera seven, get set up in the VIP section. Lipstick Cams One and Two, I want one of you on him at all times. Paul, give me a check on the camera in the head and make sure Giselle is up on the riser."
"All cameras make sure you get me lots of crowd shots when you're not on Marshall. I want people to know this is authentic. We'll digitize the faces in editing."
The Director watched the monitors as each of the cameramen followed her instructions and prepared themselves for the next scene. Her assistant ran a quick test pattern through the fixed bathroom camera and nodded that all was functioning. With a satisfied smile and a little sigh of relief Sheila Montgomery, ace Director of Soft Touch Pictures, sat back in her chair to watch. She had just about held her breath throughout the scene in the cab, and she could feel the tension in her shoulders. The company had a lot of money invested in this shoot and she had a lot personally invested herself. It had been her idea to make an adult film using a star performer who did not know he was in a movie. For years, she had chafed at the falseness of the films she had to make. There was never a second of true chemistry on a crowded, brightly lit set with actors who fucked for a living.
This one was different. This was going to make history. She had cultivated a list of performers with at least a shred of acting ability. She had put together the finest crew in the business. She had twenty-two cameras in place in six different locations, plus half a dozen lipstick cameras being used by a near army disguised as club-goers. And, she had what her attorneys assured her was a slam dunk contract. A contract Marshall had signed on entering Butch's Bar and Grill earlier that evening, for what he thought was a promotional video for the bar. Now, with Marshall safely delivered to the second location, she allowed herself to believe that the whole thing was actually going to work. If it didn't her career was over.
Sheila took a cup of coffee from her production assistant and sat back to watch the monitors. The camera operators were basically on auto-pilot while Marshall was in the bar. He would be covered by at least two cameras every second he was inside. The arduous task of editing all the footage would fall to her, but she would start worrying about that tomorrow. Now, all she had to do was wait a little bit and be ready in the unlikely event that Marshall didn't take the bait they offered to him. Sheila didn't see much chance of that happening; she was well-versed in the simplistic workings of drunken men's minds. And she'd chosen her girls very well.
Chapter Four
Marshall wandered aimlessly through the crowd. He was drunk and in the past three hours, gorgeous women had blown him in a bathroom stall and jerked him off in a cab. His mind was having a little trouble wrapping itself around the events of the evening. He'd never had anything resembling casual sex in his life and now it had happened twice in one night. Every dog has his day, he told himself.
After a while, his eyes came to rest on a corner bar and he fought his way there to order a Jack and Coke. Sipping at his drink, he leaned against the bar and scanned the dance floor, looking for the girls from the cab. There looked to be at least five hundred people in the club tonight. Most of them ranged in age from twenty to thirty though there were a few clusters of older revelers here and there. The girls were dressed to impress in a rainbow of sparkling, shimmering club gear with an emphasis on exposed flesh. The boys were, mostly, decked out in their finest baggy jeans and an array of sports jerseys and t-shirts. Marshall stood out a little bit for his age, but his jeans and black collared shirt fit right in.
There was no sign of Jenny and Sam right now, but his eyes found many other delights to feast on. He studied the girls dancing on the riser in front of the DJ booth. There, a dozen beauties dressed as scantily as the law would allow were moving and gyrating in time to the thump of roaring House music. The girls knew how to play a crowd of drunk, horny men; and they made up for their lack of dancing ability by showing as much skin as possible and draping themselves all over each other.
One girl stood out, though. She was off to one side and clearly feeling the music more than she was the crowd. A knot of young men stood motionless on the floor below her, gawking as she ignored them and just danced. The stunning beauty of her statuesque body was heightened to a ridiculous degree by the way she was dressed. The club went silent and ceased to exist for Marshall as the image of her took over his world. She wore black, patent leather pumps and white thigh-high stockings on long, athletic legs. Her outfit was completed by a brief, red plaid skirt and white, collared short-sleeve shirt with the ends tied in a knot under her ample breasts. She had long blond hair, done in ponytails of course, and a pair of glasses perched on her delicate nose. Dancing there in front of him was the consummate "sexy school girl."
And my God was she dancing! Her eyes were closed and her face held a dreamy look of pleasure as she moved with the music in a whirling poetry of raw sensuality. This was not the raunchy, affectation of an exotic dancer. This was a girl who felt the music to her very core and worked her body to its limits in appreciation for it. Marshall watched in awe as she spun, shook and caressed her own body, totally oblivious to everyone around her.
He gulped down the rest of his drink and turned to order another, only half-turning to the bartender so he could keep watching the goddess on the stage. For an hour, he stood rooted to his spot, his only movement the half-turn in search of another drink. His saucer-wide eyes strayed from the schoolgirl's body only to regard the crowd in front of her. Dozens of men, and more than a few women were obviously as taken with her as he was. For a moment, he contemplated pushing his way to the front and approaching her. He even thought that she had glanced in his direction a few times; but, in the end, his cowardice overcame his lust and he resigned himself to watching.
Chapter Five
"Oh, Jesus Christ, could this guy strap a pair on already! She's practically fucking him with her eyes, for God's sake. How much more could I have built his confidence?"
The Director's earlier calm had been steadily worn away as Marshall continued to slouch in place instead of following the outline she had written up for this scene. She had thought for sure she could get him to approach Giselle on his own. How realistic would it be for yet another beautiful girl to throw herself at the guy without a move on his part? Sheila wasn't about to let this turn until the usual porn silliness. The overall movie would have to be outlandish in the volume of his encounters, but each one was going to damn well look at least a little plausible on its own merits.
