The actor playing a cameraman put the camera down when the actor playing the director yelled “Cut!”
Jeremy Tyson lay against the tiled wall and sighed, eyes rolling back in his head. He was covered in sweat and barely able to catch his breath. His head rolled to his right glimpsing Trampus Scott, who grinned, licked his lips and trembled as his own eyes rolled back in his head.
He was hot. He was thirsty and he couldn’t quite remember where he was or what he was doing.
He looked down at himself; naked, hands and belly covered in semen. The last few moments started coming back to him. He tried to sit up and look at his best friend, now passed out beside him in a similar physical condition.
Tyson trembled. What had he done? Why had he done it? Would he ever be able to remember and then forget?
“Looky what I have!” Saxon Allen stumbled in front of him. “Baby, I got candy!” She shook the little brown bottle in front of him.
That’s what he wanted. That’s what he needed, that white powdery salt in that little bottle. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed before or after that little bottle appeared. He smiled and reached out for it.
Saxon giggled, and stumbled closer being careful not to lose her grip on that precious life blood. Carefully cradling that vile, she hiked up her skirt, revealing she had forgotten again to put on panties and plopped herself on Jeremy’s spent sticky crotch.
“You want some?” She teased.
His tongue went to the corner of his smile as he nodded, trying not to show her just how hungry he was. “Yeah. Yeah, gimme some. Gimme some now.” He could barely hear his voice for the hunger screaming inside his head.
Saxon twisted the lid and stuck in a long chipped but glossy red fingernail until it disappeared into the brown glass. Despite her condition she managed to pull out a nice white pile cupped in that nail and hold it under one nostril. Jeremy pushed his slick finger against one side of his nose and snorted, quickly repeating the process for the other one.
He lost focus on Saxon as she began to enjoy her own turn at the brown glass trough. For a moment all he could do was lean back his head and enjoy the all to brief ride, the few moments of nothing in existence but every emotion in the universe. He felt her plop against his naked chest and heard her giggle when she banged her head against the tile, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered at all.
“Cut and…print.” Came the familiar voice from the dark behind the bright glare. The heat was gone in an instant as lights were shut off and dressers quickly appeared with robes, towels and water.
Jeremy pushed himself to a more comfortable sitting position and waved off the onslaught of crew for a moment. He looked over at his fellow actors, both looking as though they had spent every emotion they had.
Trampus simply nodded his head before stumbling to a stand, allowing a fluffy clean robe to be slipped on him.
“God, I need a cigarette.” Saxon wiped the sweat from her brow.
“You don’t smoke.” Jeremy positioned his robe to cover himself but didn’t put it on.
“That doesn’t mean I couldn’t sail right through a couple of packs about now.” Saxon accepted the bottled water, holding it first against her cheek. “And all I did was watch. You guys…you guys…holy crap.” She shook her head.
“No one said this was gonna be easy.” Jeremy looked at the floor.
“And we did all agree…” Trampus ignored the dirty looks from the nearby crew as he lit up a Marlboro Red. “We knew it would push our limits, borders, buttons and bows.”
Saxon reached a hand down to Jeremy and helped him stand. “I’m used to giggles and little pranks. This is soooo something completely different.” She helped him step into the robe.
“Giggles and pranks…hand jobs and cocaine.” Scott joked and made little hand motions to convey he was trying to weigh the difference.
“I’m used to shooting really big bugs with really big guns.” Jeremy looked at her and then over to Trampus.
“Hey, don’t look at me. I’m used to just standing around looking pretty.” He took a drag off his smoke and handed it to Jeremy. “There ain’t nothin’ pretty about this movie.”
“One way or another we’ll all three have very different careers once this hits the theatres.”
“And is all this…” a nearby production assistant whirled her hands in the air. “…gonna be worth it?”
The three looked at each other and said simultaneously in their own way, “Oh hell yeah.”
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