Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05

What was it called again? A mark?

As I stood there, balancing a tray of tropical drinks, I stared across the patio at the beer bottle cap the director had set down by the edge of the pool and patiently waited for him to shout 'action.'

The scene was simple enough. I was to walk to the edge of the pool where Josh was skimming leaves... and... oh god, what was I supposed to do again?

I looked over at the director who was sitting in a fold-out chair, shaded by a beach umbrella, flipping through the script. Surrounding him was Valerie, the cameraman and the boom mic operator.

"Fuck it," he growled and threw it down. "Action."

I jerked to life, awkwardly stumbled forward and almost tripped over my own heels. What was my line again? Thirsty? Are you thirsty? Would you like some cold refreshments?... did I even have a line?

"Cut... cut!" the director shouted then turned to scowl at Valerie. "Seriously, Is this the best we could afford?"

Valerie rushed over to me, her tight snow white latex dress restricting her movement.

"Hi honey, got a second?"

I felt like a fool. Less than five minutes into my new career as a stand-in for a porno, and I'd already blown it.

"Nervous?" Valarie asked.

My head sank down, deflated. "Does it show?" I whimpered.

"In glorious HD," she teased. "Sorry, I shouldn't make jokes. Can I give you some advice?"

"Sure," I said, defeated.

"Tune it all out. Tune out the cranky director. Tune out the crew, the lights, the ...

... camera, all of it and just focus on the scene. Live in the moment. Have fun. Play!"

"Have fun... play," I repeated. I turned and looked back at Josh who was chasing a stray leaf across the pool with a pool skimmer. He'd dipped into the production's wardrobe and changed into a tight pair of cherry red shorts and a white polo shirt. The aviators were a nice touch.

... play, I thought again.

"Want to give it another shot?" Valerie asked.

"What, oh... right, of course," I replied.

"Great, remember, just have fun!" she said, turned and walked back to the director. "And play!'

I returned to my mark and waited. Why was this so difficult? Literally all I had to do was walk ten steps and stop. Had I been doing it wrong all these years?

I steadied the tray and waited for the director to call action.

"And... action!" he shouted again.

I emptied my mind, focused on Josh and started to walk towards him. He was still poking at the pool with the pool skimmer.

... play, I thought. Play.

I let my eyes wander, taking in his physique. He was poured into his shirt, his body like a well-oiled machine, every muscle tuned, pristine. I could only imagine the discipline required. I'd had my fair share of gym memberships, often really only working up a sweat when I tried to cancel them.

... play, I thought again. Would I like to play?

As I walked, I fell into a stride, my hips swaying gently. The garters tugged on my thigh high stockings, and my heart beat faster. I ...