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

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 05

... horror movie that would go on to launch a beloved franchise before it eventually ran out of steam and puttered out.

Josh was its star, the trajectory of his career almost a given. Why hadn't he gone on to be a successful A-list actor? How had he ended up in pornos?

Should I ask? I thought. It seemed rude to pry.

"I bet you're wondering how it all went wrong?" he asked, smirking.

"No it's just... well actually, if I'm honest. Yes."

Josh polished off the last of his beer, set it down and reached for another one.

"I'm surprised they haven't made it into a documentary yet, especially when people find out it involved..."

"There you two are," Valerie said, interrupting him as she walked into the garage. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Looks like playtime is over, back to the grind," Josh said, hopped down from the freezer, grabbed the two remaining beer bottles and walked back into the house.

I turned to follow him then was blocked by Valerie.

"Can I have a quick word with you?" she asked.

"Sure."

"It's about..." she turned and peered over her shoulder, then turned to look back at me. "How do I say this?"

I looked at her confused.

"I've seen how girls... and quite a few boys behave around Josh, and trust me, you're not alone. Even seasoned professionals often go weak in the knees when he lays on the charm."

Me? I thought, stunned I... I don't have a thing for Josh!

"Look, I don't want to embarrass you. Josh... well, let's just ...

... say he's been through quite a lot. So, for the remaining hour, let's just keep it professional. Ok?"

"Sure," I mumbled, still reeling from the accusation that I had a thing for Josh. Absurd! Preposterous!

"Great," she said and started to walk to the door. "The rest is super easy. You're gonna hit it out of the park, slugger."

I smiled meekly and followed her through the lobby to the living room. Josh was reading through the script. The camera and boom mic operator were both on their phones while the director was nervously pacing.

"There you are, finally," the director grumbled. "Have you explained the shots to them yet?" he asked Valerie.

"I was just about too," Valerie said, then turned to face me. "The next few shots are pretty straight forward. We're going to try and get as much coverage as we can in the time we have. Don't worry, Josh is going to do all the heavy lifting. All you have to do is stand there. Just stand there and be fabulous."

"... and don't move," the director growled.

Josh walked over to me and looked up from the script. "Ignore him, he's just cranky," he whispered.

I smiled. I didn't have a thing for Josh. Of course not. It was a stupid idea.

Josh slapped the script and looked over at the director. "Seriously Dusty, seven pages a scene?"

"A cakewalk for a professional like you. I expect you to get them all in one take," the director said as he slumped into his chair.

"Right," Josh said, then turned back to face me. I stood ...