Getting the Take

Amy should have known it wasn't a good idea to wear such a short skirt to work on a film set. It wasn't naivete that inspired such an outfit choice. It was the thrill. She was an experienced PA. She knew what she was wearing wasn't allowed, as she felt the cool Vancouver wind chill her upper thighs. She was good at her job, working as the director's assistant. She knew his coffee order, how to park his painfully vintage car and how he liked to sleep with girls just a little older than half his age.

Mark was the shining example of an elite, former nerd. A festival darling and a celebrity in the independent film scene, Amy liked how he looked like the perfect combination of a superhero and a Muppet. His face screamed punchable, but his arms looked like he could throw a nasty punch. Amy thought to herself that she ought to personally thank every girl who ever rejected him in high school for the hulking biceps they inspired.

He handed her his coat.

"Can you take this? It's not as cold as I thought it would be." he said, revealing a tight sweater underneath. She tried to avert her eyes, so he wouldn't catch her staring.

She took the coat, like she was supposed to.

"Of course. I can take it," she replied, making her way back to basecamp.

"You look good. Red is your color," he called out to her, as she walked away. Her face burned red and she didn't dare look back, even if red was her color.

The crisp air made her highly aware of her poor wardrobe choices, the skirt threatening to expose her at every step. She wasn't ever a risk taker, but she was a shark. If Mark wanted to play, she'd beat him at his own, albeit sexually perverted, game. All she wanted was funding for a movie of her own. Mark wasn't an old timey Hollywood scumbag, with a cigar and a penchant for absuing his assistants. He was just some guy, popular with cinephiles and not many others. He wore vintage sweaters, for god's sake. If she had to show a little ass to get it, she'd do it. Hell, she'd do a lot more. He was hot. Being exposed was not the goal, but if it happened accidentally, she had picked a lacy thong to really commit to it. Maybe if she was lucky, she could see what those strong arms were truly capable of. She shuddered, thinking about running her hand in the groove in between his shoulder blades and down his back...

Throughout the day, she felt his eyes on her as she went about her duties. Shooting outside in the Canadian fall, the breeze was often inconveniently blowing her direction, making her look a lot like that statue of Marilyn Monroe. Sometimes, he'd look at her and just sigh. His auteur status was the thin barrier between the glamorous life he had now and the life he could've had as some socially awkward video store employee. Amy liked how it felt to toy with him and even could've sworn she saw him get hard, through his grey sweatpants.

As the day got colder, it was clear that the stunt double for the lead actress wasn't going to show. They only had a little daylight left for the sex scene.

"Amy, can you stand in?" Mark called to her. It's not like she had a choice.

"What's the scene?" she asked.

"It's the- well - it's the sex scene. You know, on the truck?" he replied, trying to keep it casual. "Our double called out and we need someone for the- well, for the close-ups."

"Sure," she nodded. "I'll do it."

She knew what this meant. They were going to film her close-up, as if she was the one being fucked. She smiled, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

Teasingly, she leaned her young, lithe body over the truck they were using in the shot. The lights illuminated her, making her look angelic and wonderfully vulnerable. As she leaned over, her skirt lifted over her pale, round ass cheeks, showing her white lacy thong.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," he replied. "It's going to be unsimulated and if you've read the scene..."

She hadn't. She cursed herself for not having read it. But with her ass exposed, vulnerable to Mark, she couldn't help but want it, whatever it was.

"I can take it," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Okay." he nodded. He turned to his prop master. "Can you get the cuffs ready? And the wax?"

She stiffened. "What?"

Before she knew it, her hands were cuffed behind her and she felt Mark's hands push her down onto the cold metal of the truck. It made her nipples painfully hard. Mark whispered in her ear.

"We can stop at any time, okay? You don't have to do this," he said. "Do you want this?"

Despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she truly wanted it. She felt the camera crew's eyes on her, the boom operator picking up their every word.

"I really want this. I can take anything you do to me," she proclaimed. She felt Mark get up, then felt his warm hands start to tug her skirt off.

"And, action. No sound on this take, got it? Just get the camera in here close, for the inserts," he called. "Pretend they aren't here, okay?"

Her skirt fell to the ground and her lacy thong was taken off next.

"You really wanted to impress me, didn't you? I have to say, it's working," he murmured. She was wet, and when he pulled her thong off, she could feel just how wet she was.

"You're so wet," he said, suddenly plunging a finger into her pussy. The sudden intrusion made her yelp, suddenly aware that the whole camera crew was watching her get fingered by her boss. His hands looked lanky, but they felt even bigger inside her...

She moaned as his finger slid out and then slid up her butt crack. As he began to swirl her own fluids around her asshole, he began to spread her apart with his other hand. She whimpered as she felt the cold air on her tight asshole.

"I-I've never been touched there before," she moaned, hardly able to speak because of how turned on she was. She hated how much it turned her on to have all the other crew members looking at her like this, so pathetic, so vulnerable.

"Well, baby. This is going to be a lot for you," he whispered. Without warning, he worked his thick thumb into her tight asshole, gripping her ass cheek as he forced his finger inside. She squirmed.

"Keep her steady," he ordered his crew. She felt two more sets of hands on her ass, spreading her apart more and holding her down. She didn't know why, but she loved this, her own fluids making her inner thighs wet.

"Now, this next part might hurt, but don't worry. I'll take your temperature after to make sure it wasn't too hot," he smirked, now coming to his own as his somewhat sadistic self. She heard a match strike and he lit a soy candle.

She felt the warmth as he held it over her ass. Then, she screamed, as she felt the first drop of hot wax on her tender asshole. He groaned, straining to hide his erection as he dripped more wax onto her spasming hole. She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes with each drop, the camera close, recording her ass being used.

When he was satisfied with the candle, he took out a thick thermometer.

She opened her mouth to receive it, but instead he laughed.

"You really thought I'd let you off that easy?" he remarked, while peeling off the wax that had now cooled on her asshole. She whined, whimpering. Every bit of wax he peeled off her stung.

"Please. I can take it," she scoffed, as he rubbed lube onto her orifice. Bad idea to mock him. He plunged the thermometer deep into her asshole.

"Take it out!" she whined, too full from the thick rectal instrument.

"I need the shot first, so you're going to have to take it for me, okay? Can you be my good girl?" he whispered, reaching under her to massage her clit. She moaned. Fuck, he was good.

She waited with the thermometer in her asshole for about five minutes. As she waited, he played with her clit, pinching it and flicking it.

"Please d-don't make me cum, Mark. N-not in front of everyone-" she shuddered.

"I know you like it, slut." he smiled, slowly exposing her clit further. Every touch was more intense now, and as much as she wanted to squirm away, the crew members held her down. She felt herself starting to approach climax...

"Mark! Stop, I'm going to- " she whined.

"Get the shot, get her cumming," he ordered, as his camera crew got close to her pussy.

He stroked her clit more and she felt the pleasure rise within her. He slowly slid the thermometer out, and she felt something much bigger replace it, teasing the rim of her asshole. A huge butt plug. He leaned in close, so no one could hear him.

"You'll wear this on set every day from now on. A little reminder that you're mine," he growled, still playing with her clit. She gasped, the pleasure too strong...

"Cum for me, baby," he said and she fell over the edge. She screamed as she orgasmed. With her asshole relaxed and loose from the intense sensations between her legs, he slid in the huge butt plug.

She screamed, her asshole stretched beyond what she could ever imagine. With it lodged inside her, he turned her to face him and kissed her.

"Cut the cameras," he said, dismissing his crew. Alone, he traced the head of the butt plug, sticking out of her ass.

"You did so well," he said, stroking her hair with his other hand. "We definitely got the take."

She melted into his arms, tired, humiliated and happy.