"CUT!”
The director yelled loudly over the din of the set.
"Fuck, you guys, be quiet. How do you expect her to say her lines with all that fucking noise?"
Choruses of "sorry" filled the air as the crew set back up for another take, ensuring to be silent as Pam prepared to do her scene.
"Okay, so you are in Europe, searching for your father, finally found the town... and GO!"
***
Pamela Winter - her stage name - had worked hard to get this role. There were so many others at the auditions, so many women and girls, competing for the role of Julia. She was surprised when she got the call for a second audition, and again for the third. By the final meeting her agent was positive the role would be hers. It was.
The storyline was good, she thought. A young woman searching for her never-known father, a man who had spent one night with her mother eighteen years ago. Years of searching had found him in Europe, moving around, and she finally knew his last location. She would deal with unsavourary characters and danger in her search to finally meet the man known as Hans.
The director was relatively unknown. Her agent assured her he was the real deal, and although the independent studio was new to the business, had solid backing from some big names. It was expected to be the director's breakthrough movie, which meant a chance at a breakthrough role for her, and could help to secure her future.
The need to be on set and locations had meant leaving for a year, maybe longer, but Pam embraced the chance to see more of the world. Her mother was not too happy but had relented, agreeing that at eighteen, Pam was old enough to make her own decisions.
Her age, looks, and lack of worldly experience had been the main appeal to the director and had led to getting the role.
***
"I said GO!"
"Sorry, my fault," yelled the boom operator.
"For fuck's sake guys, we are on a schedule. Get your shit together. Is everybody ready?"
"Yes" rang out.
"Pam, you ready?"
Standing in front the green screen Pam was nervous now. The distractions were numerous and she was getting flustered.
"Can we take a break?" she asked, "I need a few minutes."
"Fuck. Break everyone, 30 minutes," he bellowed.
Pam headed for the washroom first, then off to the dressing room, where she sat quietly for a moment. She took off the knitted cap and scarf, removed her jacket, and tried to cool down and relax. She closed her eyes.
The knock on the door startled her. Mr. Kenny, the director, came in and closed the door behind him. She thought she heard it lock.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Kenny. I just got distracted," she apologized, "I'm ready to go."
He walked over to where she was sitting and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Don't worry about it Pam, everyone gets frustrated. I am very frustrated at the moment."
She looked up at him. He had a sly grin on his face and his eyes appeared to be darker than normal.
"I don't mean to be frustrating," she said quietly.
His hands moved from her shoulders to his crotch. She watched as he slowly unzipped his pants, reached inside, and removed his cock. His arousal was evident as his cock, about six inches long and thin, throbbed and twitched in front of her eyes.
"You can help with my frustration," he offered, "so I can help with yours."
She stared at it. She had never seen one up close before. She had never touched one, never mind sucked it. It appealed to her, the slender shaft with the pulsing mushroom head, and she found herself wanting to taste it.
She opened her mouth, accepting the new texture and taste. It slid past her lips and over her tongue, filling her mouth, and then slowly pulled back out. She looked up him as it entered her mouth again and began moving back and forth.
"Oh yeah, baby, look at me while you suck it," he moaned.
She soon got used to the rhythm and felt a familiar tingling between her legs - a little heat, dampness, arousal. Soon she was sucking at a fast pace, his cock touching the rear roof of her mouth at times, and her hand slipped between her legs. She pressured herself through the material of her jeans, getting pleasure as she sucked, and felt herself orgasm.
Just as she shuddered he groaned and she felt his cock swell slightly before the rush of warm liquid filled her mouth. She struggled to keep it her mouth, her cheeks bulging out, and felt it running down her throat. He pulled his cock out, allowing her to swallow and gasp for air, then pushed it back it in again.
"Suck it all, baby, suck all that cum out," he moaned as he held her head tight to him.
She sucked again, drawing more of the salty-sweet semen from him, until he relaxed and let her head go. She pulled away and looked at his now-deflated cock as he slowly tucked it back into his pants. She looked up, droplets of cum on her chin, and smiled.
"Is that better Mr. Kenny?" she quizzed.
"Oh yes, Pam, much better," he replied, "take all the time you need."
He left the room and closed the door. Pam turned in the chair, looking at herself in the mirror, seeing the cum remaining on her chin. She grabbed some tissues and wiped up, smiling at herself in the mirror.
"Wow, I can't believe you just sucked his cock!" she said to the girl in the mirror.
She felt a mix of pride and elation, unable to believe she had actually done that and enjoyed it.
"Five minutes," yelled the voice on the other side of the door.
Pam put on her coat, cap and scarf and headed back to the set. She found her prop, the map, and began to get into character as the crew set up and the green screen was active. She stood at the set, a rooftop precipice with a covering of fake snow, and imagined herself as Julia.
"Action!" he bellowed.
She looked down at the map, as if examining it, but her mind wandered. The taste of his semen lingered. She smiled at the memory of his cock filling her mouth with the the creamy liquid. A self-satisfied smirk crossed her lips as she gazed at the map and felt the dampness of her orgasm between her legs.
"Cut!" he yelled.
"Pam, that was perfect!" he praised as she turned to look at him.
"Did you enjoy it?" she teased.
"Very much," he replied with a smile, "now let's continue on with the next scene."
***
It was nearly midnight when they wrapped up and headed for the hotel. It was cold but she enjoyed the brisk walk and found it invigorating. She checked the lounge for Mr. Kenny. He was nowhere in sight, but she saw Billy and Jared. They were part of the crew, and she knew who they were, but had not actually met them. She smiled at them and they waved her over.
"Hey, come have a drink with us," Billy offered.
"Okay, I'm not really feeling tired just yet" she replied as she sat down, "I'm Pam Winters."
"We know who you are," Billy laughed, "do you know who we are?"
"Yes, I have seen you on the set. You're Billy and you're Jared," she said with a smile.
"Nice to actually meet you," Jared said as he shook her hand, his firm but gentle grip lingering.
"Hmmm, these guys are pretty good looking," she thought as she looked them over. The taste of Mr. Kenny's cock lingered still and she began to wonder how they tasted. "Wonder how big their cocks are?"
"Do you mind?” she asked as she took Billy's beer and drained it empty, "I'm very thirsty."
"No problem, there is plenty more," he laughed.
The waitress came and brought three beers, flirted heavily, and left with a big tip and Jared's room number.
"Thanks, but not tonight," she had told him with a big smile, "maybe tomorrow, though."
"Hmm, guess you will have to take matters into your own hands tonight," Billy joked as Jared sighed.
"Maybe not," Pam quietly offered.