The first mention of my costars names sends a zap of energy over my skin. Whoever he is, soon this Simon guy will touch me in a way no one else ever has.
Liza pulls out a pair of insanely short jean shorts, a thin white t-shirt, and hot pink thong and bra set and hands them to me.
“Should I just get changed out here, or um, is there someplace I can go?” I fidget with the hangers, clicking the metal hooks together.
“Well darling, you are free to go to the restroom and change, but I often think this is the best time to rip off the band-aid and practice being naked in front of an audience. It’s just us girls here for the moment.” Liza nods to the makeup and hair girls, who were both super nice, and then looks back to me expectantly.
I suppose she’s right. “No time like the present.”
I blow out a long breath and decide to just go for it. It is just a body after all. Boobs and vagina, half the world has them. No big deal. I’ll see them both on the regular when I’m an OBGYN.
Before I can think too much about it, I whip off my t-shirt, unhook my plain white bra, and push my leggings to the floor taking my panties with them. Just like that, I’m naked in front of three strangers. Which is three more than ever before.
“Nice pubes choice. Rare to see even virgins with hair down there anymore.” The hairstylist, Cynthia, exclaims.
“Oh shit, should I have gone bare? I got waxed but I already think I have a tendency to look young, so I didn't want to go full Brazilian and get mistaken for underage or something.” I look down at the tuft of soft hair sitting just over my pussy and second guess everything. Maybe I should reschedule so I can go get every hair ripped out.
“Don’t be silly. I agree with Cynthia. It’s refreshing to see someone with a more natural look all around. So many girls come in here and think they have to be totally hairless. But a surprising number of viewers love a little bush.” Liza pats my shoulder and hands the bra and panty set back to me.
“Hell, some like the whole bush. Like seventies bush.” Cynthia laughs as she packs up her things. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll be fine. They run a class act here. I’d tell you if you should bail.”
I nod and go about putting on the skimpy clothes. The shorts don’t fully cover my ass cheeks, and honestly, I own underwear that have more fabric to them. But I’m dressed again, which is nice.
“You look wonderful, Sierra.” Liza gestures for me to follow her down the hall, and I stuff the panic back down as I do as she says. “Okay, have a seat in here. Just so you know, there are cameras in here that record you. This footage is used for teasers and extras for the website. There is no audio, so don't worry about that. In just a few moments, I’ll bring in Simon, and we’ll talk through the scenario for your film. Nothing too complicated, just something to give it a little storyline, which our female viewers appreciate. I’ll be right back.”
Before I can respond, Liza sweeps out of the room, her high heels clacking on the tile floor.
After taking a seat, I look around to the cameras set in the corners of the room, and one just above the TV, which has a static shot of the studio. Now that I’m alone again, the nerves come racing back. I’d somehow managed to keep calm while the girls did me up, but now I have far too much time to think about everything.
I stand, ready to say screw all this. There has to be another way to make ten grand. But just as I reach for the door, it swings open to reveal a smiling Liza. I get my first glimpse of Simon looming behind her. The oxygen whooshes from my lungs. Blood rushes to fill the flesh between my thighs. Because my costar is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
