"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."
Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.
"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"
"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!
Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.
"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's have another drink."
Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Marys, even stronger that the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.
"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you. Wanna stand up?"
Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.
"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."
Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.
"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."
"But they're not going to see you… your breasts, surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.
"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."
Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!
"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in peace.
"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."
Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.
"Kelly! I can't… I mean I couldn't possibly…" she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.
"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."
"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"
"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was, anyway?"
"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view. The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before, were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.