Ahnold's movie set

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OOC: Any similarities to names or actual events are purely coincidental.

Please jump in with your intro as almost any kind of character - both male and female. Ahnold isn't the only one who's having fun in Hollywood in the '80's.

I only ask that you make sure you can write semi-decently. Doesn't have to be perfect, but this isn't a chatroom either. Write at least five sentences and put a little bit of effort into punctuation and capitalization.

"i liek moen adn suk cock" isn't something anyone likes to see.
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The year was 1985, right smack in the middle of the crazy eighties where people had more fun and dressed flashier than we today can even dream of. And among it all Ahnold had his own share of it all. A big share.

Ahnold was a well knows actor, tall, big, with incredible rolling muscles and a similarly rolling accent of one of the germanic languages that was his native. Not too long ago he had finished his most stunning role so far - one that made him rich, famous and wanted by all producers - The Killer Robot.

For a while he was just resting on his laures contnet to keep himself puff, witty and busy with huge orgies - err, I mean, parties. The big and macho Alpha man had a sexual appatite to match his looks and impressive equipment. But, finally, he found something he wanted to do - Redhead Swordswoman. It was a script about a woman named Sonja who was granted immense powers to seek revenge on the killers of her family, but only in exchange to keeping herself off limits to any man who could not beat her amazing abilities in a fair fight. Ahnold, of course, was going to be just such a man, and together they would fight evil. The scenario appealed to his macho side, and he took the role.

Pulling up to the studio in a big black SUV - it would have definitely been a Hammer had those been available back then - he locked the car and followed the agents that greeted him to the set. His eyes wandered among the staff of the fairer sex, noting a few cuties and feasting his eyes on their pretty faces, their curves.

Reaching out he gave the pretty makeup artist's ass a squeeze, making her squeal and blush, then sat into a chair for her to get him ready for the shoots.

 

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Reese Lulu Patricks knew she was a babe. No doubt, over the years the girl had gotten lucky. Her rumored 'bi-tendencies' had gotten her the boot by her father, James Patricks III, who wouldn't keep her in his household. The man was a well known, filthy-rich object of publicity, so Reese was able to skillfully keep herself in the picture as well. Reese had never tried anything with another woman in all of her eighteen years, though that rumor had her frantic to prove that it was a lie. There was only one way to do that.

Oh, but the blonde headed actress wouldn't go down so easily. She'd been with many guys. She had them, but they never had her. So she went through them like her lipstick tubes, a new one every week. They never got too far before she ditched them, realizing just how idiotic, brainless, or snobbish they turned out to be. She'd gotten rid of a few even quicker, who chose to try and treat the pretty blonde as a trophy. And she had began to give up on the idea of her perfect guy. She'd realized that the 'love at first sight' or that 'forever kind of love that you'll have when your a geezer' only existed in fairy tales. And now, with this rumor chasing after her, she was never so desperate.

Many didn't know why Reese hadn't gotten a boyfriend the minute she left her father's house to stay with another actress friend of her's. But it was more than obvious. Oh, sure, her hair was a sunkissed shade, falling to mid-back in large spirals, the light and dark of that blonde blending her hair flawlessly. Her skin was a lightly tanned shade, healthy and smooth, unblemished and 'perfect', made into a thin frame full of eye-catching curves.. Her rebelliousness showed in small mini-skirts and tight fitting shirts; jewelry, make-up and nail polish. Her eyes were a bejeweled emerald, with full, pouty lips and a smile that could melt an ice berg. Though her personality, stubborn, light hearted and free spirited, a girl that was always on the mood for fun seemed to make it difficult to stay with one guy before disappearing.

She brushed aside a few strands of her hair, walking through the cameras and darkness of the tent made at the sight of a new set. Entering the make up room, she sighed in frustration.

"Sorry I'm late Tracy, it's terror out there--oh.." She trailed off, staring almost deathly at a very handsome male who'd gotten there early. For a moment, Reese wondered if her heart had stopped. For two reasons; her sudden freeze, and disbelief that if could have happened to her. We was absolutely gorgeous. Reese stood there for a few moments, holding a small purse before dropping it. Hastily, with a blush like fire she quickly bent down to retrieve the purse.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I'll..go and wait." Wait, oh if it was someone else Reese would have demanded they get out. But not on this occasion. She turned, placing a small hand on the door knob.

 

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Ahnold turned his head at the commotion the pretty woman was unwittingly creating. She was one fine thing, that put a small grin on his face.

"Did I take your aahtist?" He said in his signature voice - one he couldn't help but speak every day. "I think dere is another one. Yoo, fint hor!" He ordered Tracy over his shoulder before turning back to Reese. He extended his hand, saying more as a statement than a question:

"You know who I am?"

 

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Butterflies? Reese cursed that horrid luck of her's, wiping that light, airy, love struck expression from her young features and offering a winning smile. Perhaps her luck might have taken a turn for the better...if she was lucky. Reese listened as he spoke. 'God his accent is hot...but why am I tripping over myself just because of this one guy? Get ahold of yourself, Reese..' She was speaking to herself mentally, holding that purse lightly in one hand and taking his with the other. A little piece of heaven, or so it seemed.

"Um...yes, of course." Reese had never seen this man before in her life. She'd heard his name, no doubt. She'd heard descriptions. She'd seen his name in magazines, but never a picture. Almost as if the press was teasing many of the other women. Sure, Reese with her sassy little self always was thinking 'Heh, I could have him wrapped around my pinky in a week.'. It seemed that train of thought reversed itself on her.

 

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Ahnold grinned widely in his mind, while his lips only kept a fairly modest one. Having scored the incredible blockbuster, and more importantly, a cultural icon every American knew about definitely had its perks.

"Sit. Relax." He offered, though it sounded more like an order coming from his mouth. "What's your name? Who do you play?" Ahnold just barely had a chance to look at the script prior to this. He still did not have the slightest idea who he was going to be acting with. Some roles, he suspected, weren't even selected yet, as this was merely the first trial shoot to see what kind of chemistry happened between different actors and actresses.

After hearing her name, he smiled in a friendly manner.

"I will enjoy..." he paused, scanning her sexy body up and down with his eyes, "...woking with yoo."

The door soon opened and Tracy came back in, leading another three makeup artists in tow.

"Mr. Schwatze, Ms. Patrick, let us get you ready. The director wants you to start in fifteen minutes." She motioned to the other three girls and they split, one joining Tracy to work on Ahnold and the other two taking Reese.

 

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Reese sat none the less, crossing her legs lightly, pulling at the edges of the mini-skirt absentmindedly. If she could have been made more radient then it would seem as though she was a goddess.

"I'm playing the role of Sonja, actually. She's really supposed to be a red-head, but I'm counting on them to find a way to switch it around a little." Reese said quietly, listening as he spoke. She still couldn't get over that voice of his, his more than sexy appearance causing her, for a breif moment, to want to dismiss the entering make up artists. None the less, control played a major part on one of America's most known actresses, so she remained as smooth as possible. Allowing the girls to fix up those pretty nails of her's, adding a few touches to the girl's face and hair as well, she smiled somewhat.

"It should be a pleasure working with you as well." A typical motion that make up artists tended to do was linger to continue to make unnessecary touch ups, and she waved them away from her hair airily. Sure, it would just be a trial shoot, but they loved to make sure they looked absolutely perfect for their roles.

 

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"They will make a readhead out of yoo." He said. "These guys are goot. You saw what they did for me in The Killer Robot. Half of my face was looking like a masheene. It was crazy."

A few moments later she waved off the artists and so did Ahnold. It was time to go.

He walked first, easily opening the door and holding it with his huge hand while Reese walked out. The gentlemanry gesture, however, didn't stop him from taking a good look at her shapy ass as she walked. Finally, they faced the director, a short man who contrasted sharply against Ahnold's huge body. He was very lively and extremely gifted, however, and most loved working with him, even the females, he didn't hesitate to play a little bit with.

Ahnold laid his big, heavy hand onto the woman's shoulder.

"This is my costar I have to show who the man is to?" He half-asked half-told the director.

 

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Jim Cameronson

Jim was your typical big budget director of the 80s'...he spent way too much
on production and demanded the best out his actors. He was a moneymaker though, so the studios always backed him..least until he flopped. This was new territory for him, a movie with a fantasy theme. His last two blockbusters were shoot'em ups. Jim was working out schedules with his second unit director when Ahnold and Resse came from makeup.

"No, i need those desert shots tomorrow, i dont care how much sand is in the cameras. Buy a new damn Panavision if you need to. Arnie, baby, looking good as always. Hmm.." Jim eyed Resse up and down, leaning his head back and forth.

"Casting did a good job. She'll do. Now, lets get set up for todays shooting.. MELISSA! Where the, oh, there you are, go get me my expresso, chop chop." Jim slapped the butt of the young intern as she sped off, winking at Ahnold.

 

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Ahnold, catching the pretty little intern's smile and a wink, moved his attention to her. He eyed up the female figure, clad in a rather short skirt, enjoying the sight of her a tough excessively swaying hips as she moved out of the studio.

"Did they get my soohd here, Jim?" Ahnold inquired, taking his hand off Reese but not before patting her on the small of her back - a touch lower and he'd be smacking her nice ass.

While most Hollywood 'weapons' were pretty lightweight props, Ahnie needed more for this movie. His huge, strong muscles simply didn't strain hard enough under the normal props. He therefore needed the huge steel broadsword with its hollow insides filled with a very heavy metal rod, that made the thing weigh even more than it would in reality. But those 85 pounds of metal made Ahnie's physique harden up and look absolutely gorgeous, while still being light enough for him to weild with seeming ease.

 

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Jim walked up to Ahnold and put a hand on his back..well, with his being much taller and built that Jim, his hand didnt go up far. "Of course, Arnie, baby, right over here...PROPMASTER! Where the hell did that geek go.."

Jim led Ahnold with Reese following to a walled off side of the huge studio building, the echos of set construction and grips setting up lighting reverbering off the walls. Racks of swords, spears, bows, halberds, staves and every other medievil wweapon imagineable sat here. half of them were actually cleverly painted rubber props, for when the stutnment went flying.

"There it is, right there on the table. Cripes that thing must be six feet long, Arnie. Could barely get one end off the table.. Pick out what weapon youll be using, Reese, and props will get it set up for you. I'll be right back... MELISSA!, where the hell is my damn coffee..." Jims voice trailed off as he walked out of the prop room.

 

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Long blades, short swords, Reese hadn't much experience with broad swords of sorts, but three weeks in training for fighting scenes had gotten her used to them. Generally she tended to stick to fensing and archery. So none the less, she scanned each of the weapons with careful consideration, all the while taking whatever chance she could to scan over the hottie she would be filming with. No doubt, this shot would last a good three or four hours at the most? Where as the real shots would be longer. She could deal with it, then hopefully catch Ahnold for some quick chat.

"This should be lots of fun." She said softly, taking a blade and turning her back to him, sitting lightly upon one of the tables. It was a prop, none the less, but a few of the scenes would require the used of a real blade, many in which Reese disliked for their weight. But it was fine with her.

"I wonder what being a red-head will do to the publicity.." She said to herself somewhat. Oh, besides the fact that her father would be shitting pink twinkies, she really wasn't very bothered with the fact. It might shake off the new flood of 'ditzy' blonde comments that had began to flicker around.

 

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"Aaa. Haha! Here's my baby!" Ahnold grinned, picking up the humongous sword with one hand and twirling it around over his head a few times before brining the thing down to the table, yet stopping the flight of the metallic mass just before it was to hit and shatter the wood, making it hover instead. With very little shaking, he noted, satisfied.

Still holding it up, he studied Reese's behind clad in convenient pants. Thankfully, they didn't have to fully dress up for this probe shoot, or it would've taken a while longer. Their faces, however, needed to look just like they would in the real picture, for one reason or another.

He stepped back into the camera's view, warming up with the blade until Jim and Reese came back.

"Come to me, babe, I will do you real good." He grinned at Reese jokingly, taking a mock thrust at her with the blade that, while dull was nonetheless very dangerous due to sheer weight.

"What do we do first, Jim?"

 

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THe soundstage was much quieter now, only a low voice here and there
going over a last detail or two. Jim stood between two cameras, one
stationary, and one on a large gimble, able to raise up down and around
as needed. Carpenters put last touches on the dungeon corridor set,
basically just a corridor with alcoves.

"Alright, places people, places...OK Arnie, lets go over scene 45.
YOu and Reese are fighting your way out of the prison cells, back to back.
The stunt guys.." Jim motions over to 4 men in sweatsuits, will come at you
from all angles. Hmm, lighting isnt right. Think youll have to go shirtless there bud, need to get the light angles right. If you wouldnt mind Reese, and you have something on under there, you going shirtless would work as well..Your costume shows a lot of skin up top."

Waving his hands in the air, Jim shouted, "5 minutes, people! Lets get rolling!"

 

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Melissa

As quickly as she could, without spilling the second cup of coffee on herself as she had the first, the young intern Melissa dashed through those working on the set. Finally halting, strands of her dark hair falling in front of her gaze, she spoke quickly.
"I'm sorry sir, it was really crowded and I spilled the first one, but I brought you another.." Blushing a crimson shade of red, her shirt covered in mildly warm coffee, revealing a well outline of the girl's perky breasts, she looked away, extending the hand holding the coffee. Where to net? Straight to the dressing room to get ride of that soaked, more than embarassing shirt.

 

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Jim at first was so engrossed in setting up the shot, he only took the styrofoam cup without looking. Only when she stood there a second for his next order did he notice her, and the very wet shirt she was wearing. Christ, he thought, you could put an eye out with those nips.

Silently waving over the second unit director, he whispered his directions to him, and left Ahnold and Reese to perform their scene. Quietly he followed melissa to the changing rooms...

 

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Melissa

She entered the dressing room, un aware that the director had followed. None the less, the girl went about as if nothing had happened, pulling back that dark hair before turning her back to him unknowingly, delicately slipping that shirt over her head and setting it aside. Taking a small white towel, she undid her bra as well, carefully drying off each breast as well as possible from the wet, warm liquid.

Turning, placing the towel over her chest, she gingerly began to seek her black bag, holding extra clothing for occasions like this. Where was it? Sighing in frustration, feeling a bit more uncomfortable she held the cloth to her chest, placing the other on her hip.

"Now where did that bag get to?" She said to herself quietly.

 

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Jim sliently opened the dressing room door as she turned and removed her top, exposing those creamy white breasts. Swinging the door around, he turned the lock on the handle, the click startling her. He stood there with a grin on his face, taking in the sight of her.

"I think i saw that bag your refering to in the OTHER dressing rooms. But, please, dont leave on my account. Now, Melissa, this is your first film production youve interened for, correct? A good word from me would get you passed in film school easily....and a bad letter, well, you wouldnt even be able to work as a fluffer.."

 

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Melissa

Setting aside that towel, wide brown eyes watching her director with a curious suspecion, she listened. Instinctively she brought her hands to cross across her chest, watching him in silence for a moment, absentmindedly wondering if there was anything in the dressing room that she might borrow to retrieve her bag from the other dressing room. Her gaze moved momentarily from Jim to the clothing of the room, before something clicked in her mind, snapping her gaze back to him. He wouldn't!

"Sir...just what are you implying?" She spoke cautiously, leaning against the wall beside her, those innocent eyes watching him nervously.

 

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He walked over to a table, absentmindedly toying with some leather harness from a costume for the film. "What am i implying? Baby, you obviously havent heard of me much on the set. Its quite simple. Jim Cameronson gets what he wants. If I find you pleasing, I can advance you far in the industry. Piss me off, and you might as well go back to flipping burgers in some diner."

JIm walked over to where she stood, looking in her eyes. In one quick motion, he grabbed the towel and threw it aside. "So, what will it be, Melissa?"

 

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Melissa

Melissa flinched somewhat as he snatched the towel away from her, blinking and staring for a moment, almost as if she thought she'd heard wrong. He wasn't serious, was he? But still, her thoughts travelled back to that career she'd worked for so far, and just how disappointed her folks would be if she didn't get anywhere with it. Still, what he seemed to be requesting was almost too absurd to be a real request.

"Sir, I couldn't--I mean really it..I..." She trailed off fearfully, that bright blush returning to her cheeks. She was young still, and had been planning on keeping her virginity still for a while to come. No job was worth this.

"No, sir, I'm sorry, but I won't." Lifting the towel now, her face flushed at that idea of turning down the job, she moved quickly around him, scanning the outfits in an attempt to find something to slip on, and quickly, and get to the other dressing room. She didn't want to know how'd he react, because basically, she'd just denied Jim Cameronson what he wanted.

 

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JIm laughed, just loud enough to be heard but not pass into the fliming going on outside. "No, i dont think YOU understand." Grabbing her arm, he wheeled Melissa around, brunette hair flailing. "I ALWAYS get what I want, one way..or another." Pulling her over to the dressing table, he pushed her face down, breasts pushed against the top. Reaching over, he took one end of the leather harness, and started wrapping it around a wrist. Despite his shorter size, his arms were well muscled, and he had no problem inholding her in place.

 

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Melissa

"S-sir--ow! Stop, you're hurting me!" Melissa protested desperately, trying to squirm her way out of the man's grasp. Was he insane? The brunette felt panic flushing over her as she tried to pull her wrists away, the cold of the table meeting her warm, bare breasts.

"Please, sir, let me go, or I'll scream!" Much more insistant, the shy girl said this in a half-whine, half plea, wishing desperately she hadn't spilled the first expresso. Perhaps she wouldn't have given herself so much trouble, then. Would they be able to hear her outside, even with the filming going on? Melissa would try, if it would get him off of her. With a whimper, still refusing to remain still, the girl tried to pull her wrists away from him, in hopes of being rid of that leather harness.

 

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With one wrist in a leather cuff, he reached over to her other struggling arm, locking in place with the other cuff. "Scream? If you want, go ahead. This building is over an acre in size, and everyone is on the set at the other end. Between the distance and the shooting, I doubt youd ever be heard."

Leaving the rest of the harness loose, he pulled her up standing, amused to see her breasts bounce. Holding the strapped wrists in a hand, Jim reached aroudn her and undid the button and zipper of her conservative slacks, letting them drop to the floor.

 

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Melissa

Melissa whimpered once more, hearing the heart sinking news. No one could hear her? That wasn't good at all. Convincing herself deeply that he'd only play with her for a while, then get bored and leave her be, the young teen couldn't manage to keep herself still, her body trembling slightly her hands tied unmovingly around her back. Tears finding themselves in her eyes as her slacks dropped from her body, she didn't halt trying to get away from him. Though those perky breasts of her's were now hardened horribly in response to the cool air of the dressing room.

"P-please sir! Just let me go, I sware I won't take so long to get your coffee ever again." Her voice was small, a meek sound comming from her lips, pleading to the fullest as she tried to break away from him.

 

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"Oh, I think we're far past spilled coffee now, Melissa." Jim took hold of her shoulder, and between his hand on her wrists he guided her to a couch set up in the dressing room to wait. Only the finest leather, in black, would do for his sets. With one shove he put her on the couch, bouncing a bit as she landed, face up.

JIm sidestepped a bit, so he stood right over her upturned face, the tears already ruining what makeup she wore. For effect, he made a show of unzipping his denims, removing them, standing there in his boxers. He thought he could actulaly see her eyes go wider than they were when his wide cock bounced free. Only of average length, it was a nearly the width of a beer can, and never failed to please the ladies...