Chapter 6
An hour after lunch, she was back on the set again. Absalom Kirsch, the director, said to her, "We're going to do all the sex scenes possible today and tomorrow. Then we'll fill in the meat of the movie during the next five weeks."
"Come on," Jill muttered. "It was bad enough to be humiliated as you did this morning, but I don't have the strength to get through another sex scene this afternoon."
"It's up to you," Kirsch nodded. "But the longer it takes, the longer we'll have to work on the movie, and the longer you live with Erik in that mansion of his."
"I can think of worse places to live," she snapped. "Let's do some of the sex less scenes for a change, huh."
"Fine," Kirsch nodded.
He turned to the others and told them he would be shooting some of the other scenes, and that the seduction scene would take place the following day.
What followed was a long series of takes and retakes since Drew, who was in the next scene with her, wasn't the world's best actor. It all boiled down to a scene between herself and him, sitting on the bed where he had fucked her, talking about how her husband was totally unresponsive. He began telling her that it was necessary for her to make the initial moves and teach him how to be responsive.
"Sometimes," he said, "you have to use external stimuli," and he proceeded to explain to her in graphic detail what she had to do.
"Cut!" Kirsch called out. "All right, let's do the scene again."
Jill smiled when she saw Drew scowl. When it came to the acting part, he didn't like working.
That evening she went home with Erik in his car, and he told her, "You're an extremely accomplished actress in so many ways, Jill. I'm surprised that you're so stilted in the sex scenes. Of course you were supposed to be that way in the first scene, because you were playing a woman who knew nothing about the good things in sex. But tomorrow, the seduction scene calls for you to take the lead. You're gonna have to act as if you like it."
"I'll manage," Jill shrugged.
"I think you oughta get in a little rehearsal," he insisted.
"My contract states that as long as I live with you, I have to do whatever you want," she shrugged again.
"Don't be so blas‚ about it, Jill," he snapped. "I know you have no feelings for me as a person, other than possible hate at the moment."
"Yet you still want to lay me?" she asked.
"There's something about you that really gets to me," he admitted. "I'm hoping it'll wear off after a while, but only time will tell."
"In what way?" she asked.
"The fact that I've fucked you only makes me want you more. Seeing you fucked by another man makes me want you that much more, too."
"Well, as long as the picture is going to be filmed, I have no choice but to let you have me."
"At least you're sensible," he nodded. "I've read the script. I know what the seduction scene is all about. I have the hard core pages in my study at the house. After dinner, you can read them, and then we can rehearse."
"You're the boss," she admitted, wondering why she didn't hate him quite as much for making such a slave of her.