the Lizard Kings
of Hillbilly Creek . The script was put together with the same ham-fisted
care that the outhouse had been made. It felt like a title the writer/director
and roommate of the asshole A.D. had lived with for a while and wouldn’t be
convinced to change. The movie was destined to go straight to Blue Ray followed
by straight into the bargain bend along with her career. That was if the movie
didn’t end up straight to YouTube.
She probably shouldn’t have been hanging out in a set piece. Even if
others were unprofessional, she should keep her own standards, but she didn’t
have a trailer or even a tent canopy for shade, so she had claimed her spot.
***
Gia took out her phone from a pocket in her cutoff jean shorts. She
shouldn’t have had that on her either. The sluts in the film had lost their
cell phones several scenes ago. If it showed up in outline against her ass in
one of the later scenes, anyone watching the movie for anything besides
“T&A” would point it out online – especially the ones watching for “A.” The
crew hadn’t noticed, so even they were bored with the project.
She was afraid to leave it laying around in this patch of woods off the
highway with no trailer for her stuff. If she had a car, it would probably be
stolen by the time they got back to the road. She had ridden in with one of the
other girls who was killed off by a lizard king earlier in the day and left
without Gia. If she had to ride back with the A.D., she was going to walk home.
She scrolled through the messages and clicked on her new thread for Jack
she had labeled: “My New Game.” Gia licked her lips. This was an escape she
needed now more than ever.
I’m back, she typed. Please, take me away from all of this.
The pause was brief as if Jack was waiting by his phone for her to call
on him whenever she wanted. Gia didn’t really believe that’s what he was doing,
but it made her feel good that someone was that attuned to her needs. She was a
B movie actress, so she could pretend and lie to herself that things were good.
Jack typed back; “Bad day on the Slut set?”
“I don’t want to talk about it”, she typed as she leaned out to be sure
no one was coming. “Tell me what you would do to me, if you were here with me
right now.”
Is it a private spot? Jack asked.
Gia licked her lips again and felt her heart thudding in her chest. “It’s
a secluded spot, but I’m inside an open set piece. Someone will walk by any
time and catch us. We need 2 hurry.”
“I’ll start with my fingers”, he typed. “Are you wearing a slutty little
mini skirt for me?”
“I have on Daisy Duke shorts cut up 2 my crotch.”
Gia frowned. “Crotch” was probably not as sexy as she could have written
that. This script was going to be as bad as Southern Sluts Vs. was.
“Can I even fit my fingers in there without tearing your dirty girl
shorts?”
Gia responded, “Probably not …”
Jack typed back, “Then you unzip them and pull them down for me.”
“OK.”
Gia unzipped the shorts and folded them open before sliding her hand down
inside.
“Don’t cheat”, Jack typed.
Gia froze and her eyes went wide. She thought about Don.
Jack typed a second message. “Leaving your shorts on is cheating in our
game. I said to pull them down, so that anyone that walks by sees what a dirty,
naughty girl you really are.”
Gia bit her lip. This was so bad. She was humming from every nerve. It
was forbidden and it all belonged to her.
She used her hand that was slid down into her shorts and panties to slide
them down past her knees. Her bare ass was against the rough wood. The shorts
and lacy, red panties held her ankles together. She folded her knees apart and
spread herself with her fingers feeling the air against her exposed skin. She
was so wet as she touched herself.
Anyone could walk by. She could hear the