Leon Reddick had been hired to be the on set masseuse for the new hit movie ‘Twilight New Moon’. He had read the books when they were first released and could honestly feel the brain cells dripping from his nose. But. A pay check was indeed a pay check and lately he needed one.
Leon was only twenty one and fresh out of school. Both his parents passed away in a car crash when he was very young, he barely remembered them. It was then that he went to live with his Aunt Cherie. His Aunt took very good care of him and was in fact a masseuse as well. Leon watched his Aunt work with her clients and eventually picked up on most of the tools of the trade. He had gone to a decent enough school for a business degree, but in a world in a recession there were no well paying jobs available.
Aunt Cherie knew several people in Hollywood and had worked with various clients. Leon remembered men in suits coming into their apartment and Aunt Cherie was always ecstatic after they left. Obviously, agents to the stars. Aunt Cherie would then disappear for several weeks, close to months and then come home and always treat Leon to something special.
She had got ill lately, so Leon took over her trade. It started off slowly, doing work with elderly people helping their joints work better, before it got up to hipsters who swore by the latest fad that ‘like ohmyGod Barack Obama does like the exact same thing!’ Soon, it was business men and then an old friend of Aunt Cherie turned up asking for her help on Twilight.
So here he was, stuck inside a trailer with very little to keep him occupied. He had a curled up copy of the latest US edition of Maxim and UK FHM and his iPod. Unfortunately, as it had been dropped several times the normal Apple mini jukebox was now dying in his hands.
‘Wonderful.’ Leon cursed mentally. He ran a hand through his short, messy blond hair and stood up. Walking around the trailer, he moved up to the standing mirror and admired his reflection. Leon stood at close to five foot ten, possibly five foot nine without his shoes on. His face was young and refreshed, he was still trying to work off last nights partying and was clean shaven. Leaning in closer, Leon admired his emerald green eyes, apparently he got them from his Mother. Girls had always commented that he had lovely eyes and that usually meant at least oral.
Leon took off his khaki bomber jacket and dumped it over the masseuse table, he straightened out his navy blue shirt and messed around, tucking it in, then out of his stone colored fabric shorts. Sighing heavily, he grabbed his jacket and placed it on the door to the trailer’s shirt hook.
Sitting down, the young blond man grabbed the UK FHM and flipped it open. ‘Girls of 2010’ the front page read and had a front cover of scantily clad pop group ‘The Saturdays’. Flipping through the pages, Leon came across Ashley Greene, the same Ashley Greene who was several feet away shooting scenes for the new movie.
‘Maybe I could give her a full body work over?’ He chuckled to himself as he carried on flipping through, finding an article to read. Funnily enough, most men buy FHM for the almost nude women and jokingly say ‘It’s for the articles.’ Leon actually did read FHM for the articles, the women were a juicy, fleshy, almost naked bonus.
There was a knock on the door, that Leon almost didn’t hear. Looking up, he tilted his head to the left. That adds more volume you see. He spoke loudly, loud enough for someone to hear but not loud enough to make him sound like a crazy man shouting.
“Come in!”
It was the director, Chris Weitz, he had accompanied the agent to Aunt Cherie’s and the two men were on first name terms. Leon tucked away the FHM, unsure of how the boss would feel about that sort of material on set.
“Hi Leon.” Chris said warmly, his face looked drained and almost seemed defeated.
“Hi Chris, what’s wrong?” He asked, standing up to shake the director’s hand.
“Meyer is on set.” Chris said, matching the handshake. Stephanie Meyer, murderer of literature. Scratch that, insanely rich murderer of literature. She was notoriously tough on the set of the first Twilight movie and it looked like she was being just as tough for this movie.
“The fan girls will lap this up anyway. Just give it a ‘yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir.’ attitude and pretend to take her advice.” Leon said with a smile as he offered Chris a seat.
“I know right. Jeez, it’s not like this is my first rodeo!” Chris exclaimed. Putting his head in his hands for a brief moment before bringing them up and running them through his short black hair.
“Right. Anyway chief, what can I do for you? Something giving you trouble?” Leon asked, standing up ready to massage the older man.
“No, not for me anyway!” The director said with a smile. “We shot a couple of stunts today, but Kristen landed awkwardly. She’s been walking funny all day. We’ve finished her shots and managed to coax her into coming to see you. Think you can squeeze her in?”
Looking around, Leon smiled. “Sorry man, heaving with work.” Punctuating the point, Leon mimed the busy trailer.
“Ah, alright then… You’re joking right?” Chris smiled, but then turned serious for the last part.
Nodding his head slowly, the blond haired youngster smiled. “Sure. She’s finished right now right? No rush to finish?”
“Nope, can you make sure she’ll be fine to shoot tomorrow though? As in won’t have to see you again? For a while at least.” Chris said with a smile.
“Yeah that’ll be fine. She ready now?” Leon asked as he straightened out the table, lying the paper place on the comfy bed.
“Yeah, she’s getting changed now, but she’ll be over once she’s finished. Thanks Leon, can’t tell you how much this will help!”
“Don’t worry about it buddy! You’re paying me to do this. Aunt Cherie needs her apple pie fix!” Leon joked as the two men moved to the trailer door.
Shaking hands, the two men parted. Chris walked out onto the bustling set, before hiding behind a moving piece of scenery, presumably to hide from Meyer. Leon smiled and shut the door.
Jackpot! She’ll have to at least take her pants off! Kristen Stewart was a real cutie. She had long brown hair with moderate sized breasts, unfortunately she was playing the role of an idiot. Kristen had a real look of ‘I’m a rock and roll chick’ about her and wasn’t a phony like some out there.
Opposite the large bed, there was a cupboard full up of oils and various tools to help Leon get the job done. Grabbing several bottles, they were all transparent with small paper labels on explaining what was in which bottle. This was a trick Aunt Cherie had put on for his training. He needed to remember which ones were which for the road in case some sort of paper eating monster got past his bags zip. Opened up his smaller bag and then found his bottles and ate them all up. He placed the warm oils on the bed and found a large cream colored towel.
Placing them both on the bed, Leon turned around and tried to keep himself calm as he awaited the film’s leading lady.
What felt like hours were more than likely minutes as Leon paced up and down the trailer, waiting for the brunette bombshell. Before he had made himself a neat little trench, there was a knock on the door. A more petite and quieter one than before. He was fairly certain he had heard one though.
“Come in?” There was a question mark behind it as he wasn’t sure there was someone there. The acoustics of this trailer are terrible! Leon thought to himself with a smile, as a thin ray of golden sunlight made its way inside.
Kristen Stewart stepped in, with a big smile. She looked exhausted, but was keeping a brave face on. She had on a ‘Joan Jett and the Blackhearts’ shirt with some short jeans that were cut off at the ankle. She was wearing some stripy socks that ran around her pretty ankles, they were red and had black hoops on, she also had some black converse shoes on that were loose near the top. Sprouting off from her ankles, looking almost like a flower’s head.
“Hi Leon?” She asked, stepping in to shake his hand.
“Leon, right. And I already know who you are.” Leon said with a smile, warmly shaking her smaller hand.
“Can’t imagine how.” She said with a grin, closing the door behind her. Blocking off the sunlight and the hustle and bustle of the movie set.
“I swear I’ve seen you somewhere before… Spiderman?” Leon asked with a smile.
“Almost. I was in Twilight.” Kristen said, with a smile.
“Twilight? That some sort of independent movie?” Leon said, continuing their little game.
“Yeah, not many people saw it. Wasn’t very popular with teenage girls.” Kristen said, licking her lips then cutely biting down on her bottom lip.
“Hmm. May have to check it out.” Leon finished with a smile, stealing a quick look, Leon admired Kristen’s sweet lips that were coated with a peachy color, making them look good enough to taste…
“Right. So, shall we get started?” Kristen, let her shoulders drop slightly and asked with a smile.
“Sure. Which leg was it again?”
“Ah, well… I haven’t really told Chris this… But…” Kristen started to trail off, as she hopped up on the bed.
“But?”
“I’m really hurting all over. I feel soooo sore!” The Twilight starlet said, accentuating the ‘Oh’ part of so.