Bad Moon Rising by Billy Kring

Author:Billy Kring [Kring, Billy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The phone remained silent for a few seconds, then David Shells, the Director on our new film made an effort to laugh and failed, “Ronny, we’re pushing up the shoot, and we need you and Hondo here to go over the scenes we’ll shoot tomorrow.”

“At your office?”

“Yes.

“We’re on our way.”

Juan said, ‘I go for a while to the day labor camp, to see my friends.”

“Be careful.”

Juan nodded and waved but didn’t stop eating as we left the office and drove to meet Shells.

We parked and walked to the door as Hondo said, “Shells called, rather than an Assistant Director?”

“He did. I figure we must be more important than we thought.”

We entered the building and the receptionist smiled, “Mr. Shells is expecting you, go right in.”

We opened the door and saw the long, rectangular desk had two people sitting there, with each of them studying a script. David Shells was one, and he sat at the end of the table, the power position. He motioned for us to sit, “Your scripts are there. We’ll discuss some proposed changes and then do a reading.”

He indicated the woman studying the script. “This is Amanda Streeter.”

We knew who she was. Amanda Streeter is a beautiful, fast-rising young star, known for playing supporting roles in several dystopian and horror films.

She reached across the table to shake Hondo’s and my hands, “Call me Mandy. Nice to meet you.”

Shells said, “We thought it would be good to see the chemistry between you three, and Mandy has some ideas about the sexual dynamics we need to work out.”

I smiled at Mandy and said, “If it’s sexual, I’m dynamic.”

She said, “Both of you stand up, please.” She walked around the desk, moved us to the wall and placed us side by side.

Shells said, “Face me. We want to see how you look beside Mandy. We’ll take a few photos.” Mandy walked to stand beside Hondo, and as she did, I pushed up on my toes to make me taller. I strained to go as high as possible and was afraid of getting a cramp in my calves, but the maneuver made me only a hair shorter than Hondo.

Hondo smiled and put his arm across the top of my shoulder like we were pals. Mandy stood beside Hondo, sandwiching my friend between us, and then Hondo pushed down on my shoulder with his arm.

It was like a hydraulic press. I almost pulled a groin muscle straining against it, but in the end, my heels rested on the floor and I was, again, two inches shorter than Hondo. When I stopped fighting him, he smiled and we both relaxed.

Mandy had David take a dozen photos of her in different poses beside and in front of Hondo, and she did the same with me. I started to lift on my toes again, but Hondo kept his arm on my shoulder until David took the last photo and we all sat down again.

David printed out the photos and placed the images on the table so he and Mandy could study them.

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