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Maggie
SCENE 24: CHUCK AND CAMMIE LOVE SCENE
2ndAC clapped the third take of the shot, and the camera operator said, “Set.” I took one last glance at Mike’s tense face and then looked at him through the camera lens. “Action!”
“Stop crying, little girl.” Mike, sitting on a couch, hugged Celine, the only actress in the movie. Twenty-six. Blonde. Big tits for her petite figure. Wearing only an oversized, white T-shirt. Playing nineteen-year-old Cammie.
“I hate him,” she said, crying.
“You can’t hate your Papa. He’s looking after you.”
Celine broke the hug and left the couch, staggering. “Well, yeah, he’s your friend. What else you’re gonna say?”
“When it comes to you, you know I don’t always take his side.” He went after her. “But not this time.”
“Fuck you, Chuck.” She bumped her shoulder against his as she moved away, then staggered again and almost fell.
“Easy.” He caught her before she hit the floor and laid her back on the couch. He walked to grab a blanket but she caught his wrist and asked him not to leave.
I held my breath. The last two takes had gone fine until this point.
Mike sat on the floor, tucking Celine’s hair behind her ear. “You’re drunk. Get some sleep.”
She shook her head, bracing herself on her elbows, and pulled him into a kiss.
“What are you doing?” He acted taken aback, but his eyes were void of emotion.
She put her hands on his face. “I love you, Chuck.” She leaned in for another kiss.
He was supposed to tremble, show the struggle, leer at her lips, but his blank eyes weren’t even looking.
“Cut.” I rested my hand on the top of a camera, looking at Mike. “What’s the problem, Gennaro? Talk to me.”
He stood. “There’s no problem.”
I scratched behind my ear, breathing in patiently. “Do you need a break?”
“No. I’m good to go.”
Good to go my ass.“Okay. Let’s see it. Nadine, get here! I want this on camera.” I stepped in front of him as the 1stAD came up behind me. “Look at me,” I told him.
He glared, his jaw set.
Looking past his disguise, I gazed at Mike, not Chuck. “I’m Cammie. Your friend’s daughter. Young. Hot. Always had a crush on me. Give me that look.”
He breathed in and gave me a familiar look I’d misinterpreted for years. I smiled in response. “Good.” Taking a step closer, I looked at him with desire. “Now I want you, too.” My hands touched his chest. “I kiss you. How do you feel? Look at my lips.”
He swallowed, his eyes darkening with need and struggle, his lips shivering.
“Excellent. My kiss gives you an erection. You want to bang me on that couch, but you can’t. It’s taboo, which makes it even hotter. I’m drunk and wet for you, telling you I love you. You’re struggling. Give it to me.”
His breath caught, his eyes dangerous.
I moved so close to him I felt his hard-on. “I’m wearing nothing under that T-shirt. I kiss you again, my legs spreading. What the fuck you do?”
I saw the burn in his cheeks, the swallow of his throat as he leaned in, his hand running down my shirt. The lust. Raw animal lust. “Wonderful. Perfect.” I moved his hand off me, stepping backward.
