Lady_Gamer
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*****
Marja was determined to make it work. She stood in the opening room of her house, holding a thick script in her hands, waiting for her actors and crew to arrive. They were mostly unpaid; personal friends that could only hope that the webisodes would become popular, trusting Marja to reimburse them fairly if success came to them. Others were recruited from a nearby modest-sized college town. It was a ground-level operation in which Marja was paying out of pocket to get her dream series in to production.
Her operations were located in the midwestern United States. She was lucky to find people as skilled as she did and she felt truly fortunate for it. Marja had a sizable property outside of town and had spent the better part of a month converting her house into a series of sets. Most of the equipment being used was purchased on now maxed-out credit cards. After costumes, props, and everything else, she hardly had anything left. Convincing actual talent from the college to work for next to nothing took a lot of work - and in one case, Marja literally had to beg.
Marja was of Scandinavian descent; one need only see her or hear her name to realize the fact. Her skin was dungeon prisoner pale and her hair was golden blond. The softly curling hair cascaded over her shoulders and nearly reached down to her waist - her eyes were a deep shade of blue and were covered by thick-rimmed rectangular black glasses. She was 5'9" and dressed like the nerd that she was - a t-shirt with some logo or character on the front (currently, a black babydoll that said "Aggro" across the chest in white) and hip-hugger jeans. She wore flat skater shoes that were black and white with red ribbon laces and blood-like spattering. She had an hourglass figure with D-cup breasts and full hips; in her mid-twenties, she had to work to maintain her figure.
Almost all of the non-friends that were coming to the set were lucky to be of drinking age. The college aged girls she had picked up were gorgeous - they still had the trim body of teenagers and acted about as wise. It wasn't Marja's place to judge; they were over eighteen and it was none of her business, really. She was just glad to have them aboard for the project. She didn't have to beg them, either. The girls were youthfully optimistic and excited at the prospect of seeing themselves on youtube.
Vincent was the difficult one. He wasn't impressed with Marja's minimal offering nor was he hopeful that she'd do anything for his career. He wasn't an actor, even; he just participated in the theatrical department for his own entertainment. Marja avidly attended the college productions and was always impressed with Vincent - she had to have him.
*****
She approached him after a show a few months earlier and her reception wasn't nearly as clean as she would've hoped. She couldn't promise him anything - she could barely pay him - and...maybe...there would be some funding or recognition for his efforts...eventually? He laughed and told her that he wasn't interested.
"Um...okay..." she responded awkwardly. He started to turn to leave and Marja suddenly spoke. "Wait! Here...just in case you change your mind." She held out a card for his consideration.
He watched it for several painful moments before accepting it with a sigh. Marja forced herself to give him a friendly smile, despite how badly she felt. She didn't know what she could say to convince him and she was suddenly feeling extremely self-aware. Vincent looked her over briefly before finishing his turning motion to leave.
At least he didn't throw her card away in the nearest waste bin.
*****
She didn't hear back from him. Several weeks later, she returned to campus with the intent of finding someone else. She stopped to pick up a coffee at the student union before starting her quest. As she picked up her chai latte and thanked the barista, she turned to find Vincent sitting a table, reading.
She hesitated to approach him. She told herself that he probably wasn't a total jerk: sure, he had dismissed her without showing any interest, but could she blame him? He didn't know her any better than she knew him. Marja approached his table and tried to look confident.
"Hey, Vincent," she said like they were old friends. She only knew his name because it was printed on programs; the look he gave her indicated that fact pretty well.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"No." She paused briefly. "Oh, well, I talked to you a few weeks ago about my webisodes...but I didn't properly introduce myself,"
"Ah. No doubt your name is on the card," he responded with obvious disinterest.
"Yeah..." God, she felt like an idiot. She pulled a stack of papers from her bag. "I brought my script with me, and if you would consider reading it --"
He cut her off. "I told you, I'm not interested." He waved his hand to help her visualize the futility in the matter.
"But...it's really good," she said like a child that was unfairly reprimanded. He didn't seem moved. "Please?"
Marja was right: he wasn't a total jerk. He held out his hand for the script and watched her with an expression that made her feel like a total joke. She suddenly realized that she was blushing and broke the silence by saying, "Thanks..."
"I'm not promising anything," he reminded her.
"I know," she responded. He set the script on the table and looked like he was about to go back to his reading when he seemed to realize that Marja was still standing there. "Oh...could I get your contact information?" she asked.
"Ah...no. This is the second time you've harassed me in person about this, I hardly need to you calling me to see if I've read your script yet. I'll call you. Or I won't."
Marja watched Vincent carefully. She honestly couldn't tell if he was serious or if he was just fucking with her. "Okay...well...call me." She gave him one last smile before leaving.
*****
He did call, a week later. He said the script was "okay" -- and that it wouldn't be "as awful as he expected". When Marja asked if he'd do it, he really sounded like he was on the fence about it. Once you upload something to the internet, it's permanent, you know? Who would want to be in a low budget webisode? Marja tried to address the issues directly, but Vincent always had some other concern that was dissuading him.
"I'll do whatever you want, Vincent. I need you." Obviously, she was frustrated. That didn't mean that she was intending to rescind her offer.
"That sounds dirty," he commented off-handedly.
"It can be." After several moments without a response, Marja continued. "I'm serious, Vincent. What. Ever. You. Want. I'll fulfill any sexual fantasy you want if you'll act for me...without pay," she added the last part like an after-thought. She wasn't going to pay him to act and have sex with him.
They spoke for a little bit longer before Vincent agreed to show up. To date, Marja hadn't seen him or received any demands.
*****
It was nearing the groups first meeting time. They were just doing a table read of the first episode; there was food and beverages and it would be a fairly laid-back ordeal.
She wondered if Vincent would show up. She had his number from when he had last called, but she honestly felt too embarrassed to dial it. She had shamelessly offered her body for trade - the worst part of it was that she found Vincent attractive. Like, someone she might have been interested in intimately if she hadn't thoroughly tarnished his opinion of her. What had she been thinking?
She tried to console herself that maybe he'd show up. Maybe she'd even end up having some great lustful action out of it - if he wasn't totally disgusted with the thought that she was a total whore. Which she wasn't...this was the first time --
She cut herself off. Why am I justifying this so defensively in my head? She couldn't remember the last time she devoted so much thought to a singular person. She sighed and began to recompose herself. Plenty of people would be arriving - if Vincent didn't show, she had a camera guy that was willing and able to take his part. It would be a shame, but...well.
Thanks much!
*****
Marja was determined to make it work. She stood in the opening room of her house, holding a thick script in her hands, waiting for her actors and crew to arrive. They were mostly unpaid; personal friends that could only hope that the webisodes would become popular, trusting Marja to reimburse them fairly if success came to them. Others were recruited from a nearby modest-sized college town. It was a ground-level operation in which Marja was paying out of pocket to get her dream series in to production.
Her operations were located in the midwestern United States. She was lucky to find people as skilled as she did and she felt truly fortunate for it. Marja had a sizable property outside of town and had spent the better part of a month converting her house into a series of sets. Most of the equipment being used was purchased on now maxed-out credit cards. After costumes, props, and everything else, she hardly had anything left. Convincing actual talent from the college to work for next to nothing took a lot of work - and in one case, Marja literally had to beg.
Marja was of Scandinavian descent; one need only see her or hear her name to realize the fact. Her skin was dungeon prisoner pale and her hair was golden blond. The softly curling hair cascaded over her shoulders and nearly reached down to her waist - her eyes were a deep shade of blue and were covered by thick-rimmed rectangular black glasses. She was 5'9" and dressed like the nerd that she was - a t-shirt with some logo or character on the front (currently, a black babydoll that said "Aggro" across the chest in white) and hip-hugger jeans. She wore flat skater shoes that were black and white with red ribbon laces and blood-like spattering. She had an hourglass figure with D-cup breasts and full hips; in her mid-twenties, she had to work to maintain her figure.
Almost all of the non-friends that were coming to the set were lucky to be of drinking age. The college aged girls she had picked up were gorgeous - they still had the trim body of teenagers and acted about as wise. It wasn't Marja's place to judge; they were over eighteen and it was none of her business, really. She was just glad to have them aboard for the project. She didn't have to beg them, either. The girls were youthfully optimistic and excited at the prospect of seeing themselves on youtube.
Vincent was the difficult one. He wasn't impressed with Marja's minimal offering nor was he hopeful that she'd do anything for his career. He wasn't an actor, even; he just participated in the theatrical department for his own entertainment. Marja avidly attended the college productions and was always impressed with Vincent - she had to have him.
*****
She approached him after a show a few months earlier and her reception wasn't nearly as clean as she would've hoped. She couldn't promise him anything - she could barely pay him - and...maybe...there would be some funding or recognition for his efforts...eventually? He laughed and told her that he wasn't interested.
"Um...okay..." she responded awkwardly. He started to turn to leave and Marja suddenly spoke. "Wait! Here...just in case you change your mind." She held out a card for his consideration.
He watched it for several painful moments before accepting it with a sigh. Marja forced herself to give him a friendly smile, despite how badly she felt. She didn't know what she could say to convince him and she was suddenly feeling extremely self-aware. Vincent looked her over briefly before finishing his turning motion to leave.
At least he didn't throw her card away in the nearest waste bin.
*****
She didn't hear back from him. Several weeks later, she returned to campus with the intent of finding someone else. She stopped to pick up a coffee at the student union before starting her quest. As she picked up her chai latte and thanked the barista, she turned to find Vincent sitting a table, reading.
She hesitated to approach him. She told herself that he probably wasn't a total jerk: sure, he had dismissed her without showing any interest, but could she blame him? He didn't know her any better than she knew him. Marja approached his table and tried to look confident.
"Hey, Vincent," she said like they were old friends. She only knew his name because it was printed on programs; the look he gave her indicated that fact pretty well.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"No." She paused briefly. "Oh, well, I talked to you a few weeks ago about my webisodes...but I didn't properly introduce myself,"
"Ah. No doubt your name is on the card," he responded with obvious disinterest.
"Yeah..." God, she felt like an idiot. She pulled a stack of papers from her bag. "I brought my script with me, and if you would consider reading it --"
He cut her off. "I told you, I'm not interested." He waved his hand to help her visualize the futility in the matter.
"But...it's really good," she said like a child that was unfairly reprimanded. He didn't seem moved. "Please?"
Marja was right: he wasn't a total jerk. He held out his hand for the script and watched her with an expression that made her feel like a total joke. She suddenly realized that she was blushing and broke the silence by saying, "Thanks..."
"I'm not promising anything," he reminded her.
"I know," she responded. He set the script on the table and looked like he was about to go back to his reading when he seemed to realize that Marja was still standing there. "Oh...could I get your contact information?" she asked.
"Ah...no. This is the second time you've harassed me in person about this, I hardly need to you calling me to see if I've read your script yet. I'll call you. Or I won't."
Marja watched Vincent carefully. She honestly couldn't tell if he was serious or if he was just fucking with her. "Okay...well...call me." She gave him one last smile before leaving.
*****
He did call, a week later. He said the script was "okay" -- and that it wouldn't be "as awful as he expected". When Marja asked if he'd do it, he really sounded like he was on the fence about it. Once you upload something to the internet, it's permanent, you know? Who would want to be in a low budget webisode? Marja tried to address the issues directly, but Vincent always had some other concern that was dissuading him.
"I'll do whatever you want, Vincent. I need you." Obviously, she was frustrated. That didn't mean that she was intending to rescind her offer.
"That sounds dirty," he commented off-handedly.
"It can be." After several moments without a response, Marja continued. "I'm serious, Vincent. What. Ever. You. Want. I'll fulfill any sexual fantasy you want if you'll act for me...without pay," she added the last part like an after-thought. She wasn't going to pay him to act and have sex with him.
They spoke for a little bit longer before Vincent agreed to show up. To date, Marja hadn't seen him or received any demands.
*****
It was nearing the groups first meeting time. They were just doing a table read of the first episode; there was food and beverages and it would be a fairly laid-back ordeal.
She wondered if Vincent would show up. She had his number from when he had last called, but she honestly felt too embarrassed to dial it. She had shamelessly offered her body for trade - the worst part of it was that she found Vincent attractive. Like, someone she might have been interested in intimately if she hadn't thoroughly tarnished his opinion of her. What had she been thinking?
She tried to console herself that maybe he'd show up. Maybe she'd even end up having some great lustful action out of it - if he wasn't totally disgusted with the thought that she was a total whore. Which she wasn't...this was the first time --
She cut herself off. Why am I justifying this so defensively in my head? She couldn't remember the last time she devoted so much thought to a singular person. She sighed and began to recompose herself. Plenty of people would be arriving - if Vincent didn't show, she had a camera guy that was willing and able to take his part. It would be a shame, but...well.
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