Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
The day has finally come for me to film her. I’m supposed to meet her around midnight tonight. I’ve been sitting through boring meetings all day, and it is almost time for me to leave for the day. There are a few things I want to grab from home that I believe might make Tammy’s film shoot more fun and comfortable for the both of us.
“If only the day went by faster,” I mumble to myself.
“And why is that?” I look up to see Robert once again standing in my doorway. Should I be surprised? He’s always popping up like that, ready to ask whatever question has come to the forefront of his mind.
“It’s just been a long day full of equally as long meetings, and I am ready to go home,” I tell him.
“Well, I hope whatever, or whoever, you have waiting for you at home will alleviate some of the pressures of today. I’ll see you next week, okay?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before leaving. Robert hasn’t asked any direct questions about what has been distracting me all week, but he’s made some off-hand comments that let me know he’s noticed. Like just now with the whole ‘whatever or whoever’. In due time, I might let him know more. Right now, I just hope Tammy will be able to make me feel better.
I pack up and head home. There are a few things I have to prepare for tonight, and I want to have everything ready for Tammy when she gets here. I’ve waited long enough.
It’s time for the two of us to get down to business.
I’m setting up the cameras and lights when I get a call on my cell. Checking the caller ID, I see that it’s Tammy.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Um, I’m downstairs by the side door.”
“Okay, I’ll buzz you in.” I unlock the side door using the control panel on the wall. When Tammy walks in, I’m placing a tape roll in the camera.
“Brick?” She knocks lightly on the open door. I turn to look at her. There’s a soft light from the hallway illuminating the back of her head while the brighter, harsher lights from the sound stage give me a perfect view of her face.
She’s wearing a simple white dress. The collar goes all the way up to her neck, and the sleeves go down to her elbows. It’s on the more modest side, but her body isn’t one that wants to be hidden. I can tell Tammy is a girl who wants to fade into the background at times, but she stands out too much to go unnoticed.
“I brought a robe for you. You can get undressed and put it on while I finish setting up everything.”
She nods, walking onto the sound stage. She finds the robe I brought and fingers it, rubbing the satin between her thumb and middle finger before picking it up. Then, after looking around the room, she scampers off to a corner to get changed. She hides herself behind some curtains so that I can’t see her, but I don’t mind because I’ll be getting an eyeful later.
She walks out from behind the curtain, the robe tied tightly around her body. She looks nervous, her hands gripped around the clothing she brought with her.
“Could you stand in front of the camera?” I ask.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide, before placing her clothes down on a chair and walking under the lights.
“Is here good?” She’s standing in front of one of the prop beds that we have on location.
“That’s perfect,” I tell her. Now that she’s here, I can adjust the cameras to the perfect angle. I also make sure the lightning illuminates her body so that her skin is basically glowing. I haven’t been this hands-on on set in a while. There are a few parts of production I still dabble in even though I’m the CEO, but camera work and lighting are a bit too involved for me to casually pick them up every now and then.
It is nice getting back to my roots, though. It’s like my early days all over again. Minus the content I’m filming.
Tammy’s eyes keep darting between the room and me. Through the monitor, I can see her looking my body up and down. There’s an excitement, a fire behind her eyes.
Her nerves seem to be subsiding, giving way to something deeper, something more primal.
“Are you ready?” I ask from behind the camera. Tammy jumps a little, her eyes wide as she looks at me. I’ve moved my head to the side so that I can see her. Her hands are gripped tight onto the edges of the robe.
“I guess,” she answers, giving me a half-hearted smile.
“Okay, I’m going to start the cameras, and you can disrobe, get on the bed, and get started at whatever pace works for you. Sound good?” Tammy nods, so I press record. The camera starts rolling, and I give Tammy a thumbs-up.