CHAPTER 9
“What did you think?” Bryce asked.
“She’s good,” Faye said. “Best we’ve seen by far. Samara?”
“Uh… Yeah.” Samara cleared her throat and reached for her sparkling water. “She’s good.”
She took a long pull from the bottle, needing a minute to get herself together because that audition had been a little more than she’d planned on.
For starters, she hadn’t expected Dana to turn from a nervous mess into confident yet vulnerable Bray within two minutes.
She had believed Dana would need to warm up first. She had thought they would give the scene another couple of tries before Dana would get into the groove, but Dana hadn’t needed the warm-up.
Samara had. Putting the two chairs in place had been a good idea, but she hadn’t thought about how Dana would put her arm over it, around her.
From that moment on, though, Dana had been Bray; no script needed.
She had memorized every line with very little prep time.
Samara had had to remind herself to keep it together for Dana’s sake, because they’d been in an audition, but she had been even more impressed with her, thinking about how just yesterday, Dana had been reading with Grace and had played Stella.
It had only been a few lines, really, but Dana had captured Stella, too.
This woman was clearly very talented, and she was also sex on a stick when she went into Bray mode, so that had made things difficult for Samara when they’d started their dance.
Them dancing together hadn’t been a requirement, but she’d known it could help sell it for Dana and their chemistry, if they had any, and damn, if they hadn’t had it in spades.
She hadn’t ever been held by a woman like that, so she had been surprised at how natural it had come to her to dance with Dana behind her, holding on to her, putting her hands on Samara’s skin.
Samara had actually reached for Dana’s hair all on her own, forgetting that part had even been in the script until after she had done it.
Right when she knew Dana would be kissing her neck as Bray, though, she had pulled away from her, pretending like the song that hadn’t been playing had ended.
After Dana had left, Samara had excused herself to go to the bathroom and had rushed to her trailer.
In there, she splashed cold water on her face before drying it off and stared at herself in the mirror.
She was feeling the pulse between her legs and knew she needed to get laid already.
Preferably, with a beautiful woman who wouldn’t recognize her.
What were the chances she could find a tourist here, who wouldn’t be familiar with any of her TV shows or movies, whom she could take back to her hotel room?
Surely, no woman would believe a movie star would be staying there.
They could have sex, and Samara could find some excuse to get her to leave after, not wanting to fall asleep next to a stranger.
“God, get it together,” she told herself and looked down when she felt it.
She was wet. She was so damn wet; she needed new underwear.
She went into the small bedroom and torn off her jeans.
Finding a spare pair in a drawer, she kicked the white panties she’d worn off until they were on the floor.
She told herself that it wasn’t Dana specifically, because it wasn’t, really.
It was the fact that she’d been ready to be with a woman for a while now.
She wanted soft hands on her skin, soft lips sucking at her flesh.
Guys were fine, but she’d had enough of them for now.
She wanted to feel a woman above her and beneath her, have their bodies pressed together.
She wanted to go down on a woman for the first time and have those soft lips wrap around her own clit.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed in frustration and dropped down half-naked onto the bed.
Her fingers went to her clit immediately, and she found it hard and ready. She knew she didn’t have much time; they would be expecting her back soon. But she had just enough time for one orgasm, if she could come fast enough.
Samara stroked quickly, picturing a nameless, faceless woman in a bar with dim lighting and loud music.
In her mind, she’d bought the woman a drink, danced with her the same way she’d just danced with Dana, and that was when the nameless, faceless woman became Dana.
It was Dana taking her down a dark hallway, past other couples making out and fondling one another, until they were outside the bar entirely.
“Fuck,” she said again, rubbing faster.
It was Dana’s hand slipping under Samara’s dress and cupping her as she sucked on her pulse point. Then, it was Dana pushing deep inside her and fucking Samara until she came hard with her teeth biting down on Dana’s shoulder.
“Fuck! Yes!” she exclaimed as she continued to picture it while stroking herself.
She came quickly and hard, biting her bottom lip as she continued to stroke slowly to calm herself down before she had to stop, stand, clean up, and get back to work.
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“Samara?” Bryce said.
“Yeah? Sorry. What?” She’d been zoned out, picturing Dana fucking her again against that wall, so she hadn’t caught whatever Bryce had just said.
“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” Reed noted.
“It’s just hot in here,” she said.
“Really? I turned the thing down to, like, sixty-five because it’s so hot outside,” Bryce said.
“Anyway… What did you need?”
“Your thoughts on Dana,” Faye said. “We’ve still got a couple we can fly in.”
“I think she’s good,” Samara replied.
“She doesn’t have any film experience. Does she even have an agent we can call? Did we find that out?” Reed asked.
“I don’t think so, but–” Bryce began.
“She can borrow mine,” Samara offered. “I’ll call him tonight, if you want me to.”
“She can borrow your agent?” Reed asked.
“He’s been my agent forever. I’m sure he’d do this for me and quickly. She’s union, right?”
“She’s part of the local, yeah, but I don’t know how all that works. Your agent will take care of her, though, not take advantage because she’s inexperienced, right?” Bryce asked.
“Oh, yeah. He’ll figure out the union stuff or pull the lawyers in. If he tries to take advantage of her or something like that, he won’t work for me anymore. I’ll call him when I get back to my hotel room, if you want.”
“We’re not fully decided on Dana. We’ve got that one video we’re waiting on,” Faye said. “She’s got a ton of experience and a name people know. She’s an indie darling.”
“Yeah, but is she the best fit?” Reed asked. “And can she commit to being here for two months? We have a break for Christmas, I know, but other than that, we’re going to be here for two months. Can she even commit to that, given her other projects?”
“She said she could. So did her agent when I spoke with her earlier,” Faye replied.
“Do you need me here for this?” Samara asked.
“Oh, no. Sorry, Samara. You can go for now. Can you hang out, though? I’ve got one more I’m calling, and it’ll be awkward, but I might be able to get her to do a virtual audition with you here.”
“Sure. I’ll just be in my trailer if you need me.”
“Great. Thanks,” Faye said.
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A few hours later, Samara had finished the strangest audition of her life.
The poor actress had done the best she could, trying to act with Samara on the other side of a computer in a room with Faye, Bryce, and Reed, and once they finished reading three scenes together, Samara had been dismissed for the three of them to discuss whatever it was that they needed to discuss, which was fine by her.
She was tired and ready for dinner and a bath.
Well, maybe a shower. She hadn’t yet tried that tub and wasn’t sure how clean it was, so when she got back to the hotel, she decided to do something about that.
“Hi,” she said to the front desk agent.
“Miss Barber, hello. What can I do for you?”
“Tomorrow, while I’m at work, can you have someone deep clean the bathtub for me?
I don’t just mean how housekeeping wipes things off with a dry rag and calls that clean.
I mean with the stuff that has bleach in it and a scrub.
Then, open the windows to let the air in.
I won’t be back until late, so just have them closed around six for me.
I don’t want it to smell like bleach, just be cleaned with it. ”
“Um…” He looked at his computer screen as if it would tell him the answer. “Yes?” he asked more than told her.
“Great. Thank you. And if you could have someone run out and pick up some things for me tomorrow as well, that would be amazing. I can have a list for you tomorrow morning.”
“Things?”
“From the store,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t think we can do that,” he replied. “We have our own store.”
Samara took a few steps to the right and looked at the alcove that they called a store. There, they had a glass freezer and refrigerator with TV dinners, ice cream, and frozen burritos, and next to that were racks of travel-sized amenities and snacks she’d never eat.
“Not exactly what I meant, but never mind. I’ll make a PA do it and bring it over tomorrow. Can I just have an extra key for my room?”
“Oh, sure,” the front desk guy replied.
Key in hand, Samara headed up the stairs, not wanting to test her luck again with the elevator.
When she got into her room, she placed her bag on the kitchen table and checked the clock.
Dinner would be arriving in about thirty minutes, but if she called now, she might be able to swing it.
Quickly, she got her phone out and dialed.
“Hello,” Dana answered.
“Hi. It’s Samara.”
“Yes, I know.”
Samara sat in the chair by the table and asked, “You’re bringing my dinner later, right?”
“Yeah, I was just about to head out.”
“Can you bring two?”
“Two what?”
“Meals.”
“You want two meals? We only made one. We can cook you another one, but it’ll take time.”
“What do you want?”
“Sorry?”
“Bring whatever you eat,” Samara clarified.
“Why would I do that?” Dana asked.
“We should talk. Have dinner with me.”
“Dinner?”
“Yes, Dana; the meal that often comes after work.”
“No, I mean why do we need to talk?”
“Is my food hot right now?”
“Yes. And I have the warmer bag, so it’ll be hot when you get it.”
“Then, get in the car and get over here,” Samara told her with a chuckle.
“Is this like lunch? Are you going to hold me hostage?”
“No,” she replied. “Can you also bring me some of my sparkling water? I don’t have any here yet. And whatever you want to drink, too. Hell, bring wine if you have it there. Red, please.”
“Now, I’m bringing myself food that I’ll eat and wine for you so we can talk about something?”
“Did you have other plans for the night that I’m getting in the way of?”
“Technically, yes,” Dana replied. “I’m supposed to hang out with my sister.”
“Oh,” Samara said, feeling a tinge of disappointment. “I guess never mind, then. You can have someone else drop off my dinner if you need to run.”
“No, you’re on my way. And I’m not meeting her until later, so I can stay for a few minutes, at least.”
“Great. I’ll see you soon, then,” she said and hung up the phone before Dana could ask any more questions.
She had about thirty minutes before Dana would arrive, so she went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped while she waited for the water to get hot, and climbed inside once the temperature was to her liking.
She washed her hair, wanting to get the sweat from the heat of the day out of it, and after cleaning herself thoroughly, feeling better already, she decided she still had some time, so she reached between her legs to supply herself with a second orgasm her clit had been wanting since the first one.
She closed her eyes and was right back by the wall, being pressed to it by strong arms, while a thigh was rocking into her.
Samara’s mind changed it up and put more pressure on her clit as she imagined Dana unbuttoning and unzipping her own jeans.
Then, there was a dildo that looked just like the one Samara had stupidly left back in LA.
Dana was strapped, and Samara was lifting her dress, lowering her panties to her ankles, letting Dana take her hard and fast.
“Samara?”
Samara stopped stroking just as she was about to come. Her eyes shot open.
“Oh, you’re in the shower. It’s Dana!” she yelled. “Not an intruder or anything. Sorry. I’ve got your food out here when you’re ready.”
“How did you get in?” Samara yelled back and turned off the water.
“I have a key,” Dana said. “Got it from the front desk.”
“They just gave you a key to my room? What the fuck?”
“What? No. Well, technically, yes, but production is paying for this room, and they arranged for catering to pick up a key so that we could leave your food for you whenever you’re not here. He didn’t just hand me a key. If he had, I would’ve kicked his ass because talk about lax security.”
Samara reached for the towel on the rack and wrapped it around her body.
“Um… I’ll be right out. Meet you in the kitchen. Sorry, I guess time got away from me.”
“No problem,” Dana said. “I’ll get stuff set up out here. Do you want that wine I brought?”
“What kind did you bring?”
“Cooking wine,” Dana replied.
Samara stepped out of the shower and said, “What? No, I’m not drinking cooking wine. You don’t drink cooking–”
Dana laughed loudly and said, “I’m kidding. It’s a pinot. You have that on your list.”
“Oh,” she said. “Thank God,” she muttered to herself.
She headed out to the bedroom and quickly closed the door so that she could change.
“I’ll be right out,” she repeated.
“Okay,” Dana replied.
Samara pressed her back against the closed door and tried to gather herself.
She’d just been seconds away from coming while picturing Dana fucking her with a strap-on, so her entire body was still on fire.
Her clit was uncomfortable, and now, her body was begging for something or someone to fill her up and make her come.
Perfect time to have the very caterer and possible co-star she’d been fantasizing about over for dinner.