Chapter 5
The orgasm had drained everything out of her. Jill was unable to move. When the director announced it was time for lunch, all the others hurried off the set, the novelty of her naked body having worn off the crew. The wardrobe mistress came and helped her to the nearby bathroom where she washed and then finally dressed in the clothes she had come in, a tan skirt and a matching blouse.
The commissary was in an adjoining building, and Jill was surprised to see how many actors, set hands, lighting men and sound men were actually employed by Erik Gordon. Even the waitresses there were part time actresses, and Jill recognized one of them as having starred in at least three hard core movies. Apparently most hard core movies hardly paid their actors a living salary.
"Ah, Miss Allen," Erik Gordon said coming over and sitting at her table. "I hear your first scene went extremely well. There'll be no need for any re-takes. Any close-ups requiring photos of the lower body will be taken with a female double, if that's all right with you."
"Fine," Jill shrugged, knowing it really didn't matter at this point. She had been trapped into a contract with this man, and there was no way out save to finish the picture.
"I think you should be more enthusiastic," Erik insisted. "So I'm going to sweeten the pot for you a little."
"What do you mean?" Jill asked, eyeing him suspiciously, knowing she would be foolish to trust him.
"I mean, I think you and I together can make a good team, Miss Allen So I'm going to make you this offer. Instead of your present contract, I'll draw up a new one, giving you ten percent of the gross of this particular movie. That might come to ten million dollars."
"Why the generosity?" Jill asked, knowing better than to trust the man.
"I use other actresses once or twice. Then I don't want them."
"I know," Jill nodded. "They disappear. What do you do, sell them to some South African tribesman or something?"
"Don't be crude," he laughed. "All the women who have ever worked for me are alive and well. Not only that, but they're either working elsewhere, married, or they're financially independent."
"Sure," Jill nodded.
"Quite true," he assured her. "As a matter-of-fact, two of the more famous of my leading ladies have come to work as studio executives. They prefer wielding some of the power and making certain handsome men like Drew Karper cowtow to their wants and needs rather than bowing down to anything a man might want. However I want you working for me on a permanent basis. You see, I intend making you the biggsst star since Mae West. You'll be the first legitimate actress to perform sex on the screen, but the public won't turn their back on you for it. They'll love you for it, and they'll want more. However, I have no intention of forcing you into anything other than the completion of this one movie."
When the waitress came, Jill ordered. After she had gone, Erik asked, "What would you want to stay on and work strictly with this studio?"
"You have to be kidding," Jill snorted. "Once I'm finished with this movie, I'll never do anything like this again."
"You will," he nodded. "You'll do it of your own free will. You see, once you see how popular you've become because of this movie, you'll find the only movie people will come to see you in will be this kind of film. So you'll either work for me or someone else in this line. But I sincerely believe you'll return to me, because whatever anyone else offers, I'll offer more. Not only that, but I'll be the only one not to take complete advantage of you. You see, I don't want you worn out early in life. I think you have twenty years of good movie making in you, at the very least."
"Fat chance," Jill shrugged. "I'll do whatever I'm supposed to do in this movie, but once I'm finished, I'm through with hard core."
"Hard core is becoming the fashion," Erik shrugged. "Soon everyone except Disney will be involved in it."
"Maybe, but after the public gets a good look at me in this movie of yours, they're going to have to settle for seeing me the old way."
"Suit yourself," Erik nodded. "But I'll be fair. I'll give you two weeks after you finish making the movie to change your mind."
"If I don't?" she asked.
"Oh you will," he assured her. "But if you don't within the two week period, when you come back, it will be on my terms. Either that, or you'll work for other studios doing the same thing, and they won't be nearly as generous."
"And if I do come back in the two week period?"
"Whatever you want," he said simply.
"Anything?"
"Anything at all."
"Well," she gasped, "that's quite an offer."
"You're quite an actress," he told her. "I think you'll make more money than any of the others ever did. Then their food came, and they fell to eating.