"I think I like the option of doing right here." You say. "As you said, my dirty mind is already in motion."
"I see I'm going to benefit from that." Marcie grinned. She picked up a duffel bag she had carried over. "Time for a costume change then. I'll go put on my outfit." She heads over to the girl's locker room. "No peeking! Don't want you to spoil your surprise!" And with that, she vanished through the door.
"Well, you girls better set up the filming equipment." Lynn barked. Ellen and Amy saluted sharply and began to break out the camera and sound system. Shelly rolled her eyes and reluctantly helped them out. "Okay, Scott, let's go over your roll here."
"Okay." You nod.
"In this scene, Marcie has stayed late to put away some equipment after a night game of field hockey. You stumble into the gym to get something you left behind and offer to help her clean up. You two finish the chores and build some tension. Then, when the moment is right, you strike. Marcie is overwhelmed by you and the two of you fuck like rabbits."
"I see there will be more ad-libbing going on here." You cross your arms.
"You did well enough last night. Besides, nervous rambling makes your character feel real, so it works in our favor."
"Gee, thanks." You say flatly.
"Now, feel free to be a little more adventurous with Marcie than you were with Amy. Make use of the scenery, but don't do anything too fetish-y. Just punch it up a bit to give it some more more spice, okay?"
"Use the gym mats, not the jump rope?" You venture a guess.
"Some thing like that." Lynn sighs.
"The equipment's ready!" Ellen calls out to you two.
"And so is your star!" Marcie announces, returning to the room. Your eyes settle on her and decide to stick around for a while. She was now wearing a tight white sleeveless jersey with blue trim and the number 69 on it and a short blue skirt that stopped short of her knees. She also had thigh-high black socks and black cleats on and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. The whole outfit seemed a little small for the tall girl, which was probably on purpose, seeing as how it really made certain features of hers stand out.
"Holy shit." You say simply. She really was the spitting image of a field hockey star.
"That's what I like to hear." Marcie laughs. "Ready to fuck the field hockey star, sweetie?"
"I definitely am now." You grin.
"Okay, the props are ready and in place." Lynn said, taking on the director role once more. "Take your place, Scott, and we'll start." |