Stella’s point of view.
*YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE**
We’re currently at the studio, which was on the second floor, and we’re waiting for my audition partner.
“So Stella this is Alfred Thompson, he’s our director” Tim said as he pointed at the man standing next to him.
Wait, director? What happened to the previous one? Did he quit the job on his own? Or was he fired?
I smiled at the thought of him getting fired because we never liked each other, no, he never liked me.
“Stella?” Tim called as he snapped his fingers in my face.
“Oh, sorry” I chuckled and reached out my hand towards Alfred for a handshake. “Nice to meet” I said.
“Yeah, I hope we’ll be a great team” he replied with a smile.
“Me too”
I guess I’ll like this man.
“Now Alfred will give you a summary of how you are going to act in this audition, while waiting for your audition partner” Tim said.
“Ok”
“I’ll go hurry him” he was referring to my audition partner, to which I simply nodded, and he exited the studio in a rush.
Alfred gestured towards a sofa in a corner, then led the way there and we both sat comfortably, before he started speaking.
“Here’s a summary of what’s going to happen, it’s 10pm, and you’re getting ready to go to bed, but someone suddenly knocks on your door…”
Hmm, I guess I know where this is going, and I’m definitely going to love it.
“… you go to get the door, but was held by a gunshot and was forced to let in whoever was standing there, and…” he trailed off.
I raised my brows, waiting for him to continue, but he simply shook his head and got up.
“… he’s a pretty good actor, just follow his lead and you’ll be fine” he said.
A pretty good actor? He sounds so confident, as if he’s talking about Zac Efron -he-he.
“Someone will get your costume for you, break a leg” he said, and sprang up as though someone just set the sofa on fire, then exited the studio as fast as he could.
•••
Whoa!
Is this the studio I was just in a few minutes ago?
It’s definitely not the same studio because how on earth did they make it look like a real home in just fifteen minutes?
There’s a living room, a dinning room, and a kitchen, then a medium size TV was placed on the wall in front of me…they sure managed the space so well.
“Perfecta” Alfred said as his eyes scanned the sea – through nightie that I was made to wear, but fortunately, I absolutely loved this nightie and I hoped they’d let me keep it after the audition.
He handed a bowl of popcorn, and a cup of ice cream to me, and the TV’s remote control.
“You have everything you need, just do your thing and break a leg” he said, then left.
I approached the dinning area, pulled out a chair and sat down. Placed my popcorn and ice cream on the table, then began tying up my hair in a messy bun.
“Are you ready?” I heard Alfred’s voice.
I nodded and did the okay sign with my fingers, then the next thing I heard was “Action!”
I finished tying my hair, carried the popcorn and ice cream, then headed towards the living room.
I sat on a sofa, reached for the remote control and turned on the TV. I didn’t bother changing the channel because they’re showing Moana and I love Moana to the moon and back.
Obviously, they’re just a few minutes into the movie because they’re currently singing, and I couldn’t help but sing-along.
**Moana, make way, make way!
Moana, it’s time you knew
The village of Motunui is
All you need
**
The dancers are practicing
They dance to an ancient song
(Who needs a new song? This old one’s all we need…)
But I was interrupted by a sudden knock, I looked towards the direction where the sound came from and was shocked to see an actual door…but soon got over that shock when it dawned on me that there’s a door there before.
The knock started getting louder, and judging from the sound, anyone could tell that the person behind the door was getting so impatient already -now I’m curious about this person.
“Who is f*king bold enough to interrupt my f*king favorite movie?” I snapped, sounding offended, which isn’t completely acting.
Moana is truly my favorite movie, and if I wasn’t acting, I’m sure I wouldn’t pause it to get the door… I’d simply ignore whoever it is until they get tired of knocking and go away.
I flung the door open and yelled angrily without even raising my head up yet.
“Who the hell are you and…” My words were stuck in my throat when I finally lifted my head and saw who I’m up against.
A bulky man in a black mask stood in front of me, with a gun pointing right at my forehead, and staring at his eyes through the mask was quite scary -for a second, I felt like I was being attacked in reality.
“H-hello?” I stuttered, then began shaking as though fear had truly overwhelmed me.
“Your money or your p*ssy” he growled gruffly.
“E-excuse me?”
He pushed me backwards and barged in, shutting the door with a loud bang that I felt the ground vibrate.
“I said your money or your p*ssy!” he roared.
I stared at him with fear in my eyes (fake fear, don’t get it twisted because we’re only acting here), then took a few steps away from him, and raised my hands in surrender.
“But I’m broke, and I don’t have any money to give you… ”
“Your p*ssy it is then” he cut me off.
He tossed his gun randomly in a corner, closed the gap between us, he grabbed my shoulders aggressively, turned me around and slammed my back on his hard chest, then grabbed my breasts in a tight squeeze.
“I… I… I can’t give you my p*ssy either”
He slapped my right cheek, although it was in a way that didn’t hurt that much.
“You don’t have a choice now!” he growled lowly in my ear, then bite softly on my earlobe.
He began massaging my breasts, while his tongue trailed down from my ear to my neck, and sent electrifying sparks down my veins.
He guided me towards the sofa I was sitting earlier, pushed me on it and quickly laid on me -his elbows rested on the armrests though so that his weight wouldn’t crush me.
“How can you be living in such a fancy house and still be broke?” he questioned me.
“It’s not…”
“Shut the f**k up!” he bellowed and roughly grabbed my jaw. “You’re not permitted to say anything”
My eyes squinted as I listened closely to his voice, it sounded so familiar, like Mr. huge d*k’s… F*k, I really need to put this man behind me.
I was pulled out of my thoughts, when his right hand went underneath my nightie and grabbed my breasts directly, and it felt so familiar -it seemed like I’ve felt this man’s touch before.
As if the nightie was acting as a barrier, he grabbed it and tore it, exposing my breasts.
“Beautiful” he complimented them. “So plump”
Then he leaned forward, kissed them for a while and snatched my left breast in his mouth, while he played with the other.