Chapter 2

“A vibrator, huh?” Alejandra remarked. “Do you think we can pull that off on set tomorrow?”

“You mean you’re crazy enough to try it?”

“I only learn from the best. According to my old drama coach, you’re a woman to learn from.”

“But seriously, could we pull that off?” Alejandra asked again. “It sounds like a great way for me to, you know, look like I’m in pleasure, even with my hands clasping on the sheets. It would look so realistic.”

“Are you sure you’d be willing to do that?”

“Yep. I love your script and all the scenes we’ve shot so far. I can’t ruin this movie with any sort of bad acting.”

Catherine agreed. “You raise a compelling point. Are you sure though?”

“Whatever you can do, I can do.”

“In that case, we can do it discreetly.”

“Which begs the question,” Alejandra said. “Do you think we can get a vibrator by tomorrow? The shoot is at 8 am right?”

“Yes. And we can’t switch the time slot either because we have to leave the hotel by the afternoon. The schedule is tight.”

“Bummer. It would have made a practical acting tool. Oh well, I’ll keep on rehearsing that, and hopefully we nail that scene tomorrow.”

“Unless…” Catherine’s voice trailed off.

Catherine sighed. “This is going to sound crazy, and I’m going to regret even bringing this up. In fact, I regret this already.”

“Let me guess,” Alejandra said with a wicked expression.

“You have a vibrator in your room.”

“How did you know?” Catherine asked.

“You seemed shy all of a sudden. And people are shy about their masturbation habits. Plus you seem like a woman who travels with a vibrator– no offense. With your daily workload, I can’t blame you.”

“Well, it’s about to come in handy. That is, if you’re interested in using mine for tomorrow morning. The thought of sharing a vibrator seems kind of gross, but somehow, I doubt you’d mind.”

Alejandra smiled. “Not at all. I’d be honored to use your vibrator. We’ll be sharing spiritual energy that way.”

“Nope. As a yoga practitioner, I study the importance of energy flow.”

Catherine playfully scoffed. “What have I done? It’s not too late to change strategy, is there? Surely there’s a better way.”

“Ms. McNamara, the decision has already been made. As an acclaimed director, your instincts must be trusted and followed. As your student and actress, it is my obligation to follow your orders, or risk the fate of becoming the worst actress this world has ever seen. That’s not something we can risk, can we?”

“Since you put it like that,” Catherine played along. “No, we can’t risk that. Our reputations are on the line and you must orgasm like never before. Only the most dedicated of actresses can pull off such a complex scene.”

Alejandra held out her arm. “Shall we?”

“I suppose we shall.”

They locked arms and headed towards the stairway.

Once they returned to Catherine’s messy room, the mood between them had changed. They were like two women who came back from a night of drinks and the party was still ongoing. The notion of retrieving a vibrator gave them a weirdly festive vibe.

The mood toned down once they both kneeled in front of Catherine’s luggage, which was laying on the ground, ready to be opened.

“I still feel like an idiot for suggesting this,” Catherine said.

“You have a device which gives convenient orgasms, and you’re sharing it with your friend, for the sake of your multi-million dollar soon-to-be-hit film. That makes you a genius.”

Catherine couldn’t help but see the logic in that. “Interesting point.”

She opened her luggage and they were like two pirates opening a treasure chest. But instead of gold, all they saw were stacks of neatly folded clothes. Catherine pulled her clothes aside to reveal a small container, which had the real treasure they were looking for.

There were two vibrators inside. One was a pink 6 inch device. The other was about 3 inches, silver color, and there was a small remote control next to it.

“I’m assuming we’re using that one.” Alejandra smiled and pointed to the small vibrator. “Compact and tidy.”

“Most of all, silent enough for discretion.”

“This will be our secret.”

“Perfect,” Catherine agreed. “For a moment I was worried that you’d want to be open about this. In which case, people will wonder where you got that vibrator and things would lead back to me.”

“First of all, if anyone found out, I’ll just say that it’s mine. Secondly, I don’t want anyone knowing either. God, can you imagine the headlines? I’ll constantly be questioned about it.”

“So will I. I don’t want my film sets to have a reputation for using real sex acts. People will say I’m a pornographer.”

Alejandra gave a playful ‘are you kidding me?’ look. “Your last film was pretty sexy. And by that I mean, when I saw it in the movie theater, I heard guys adjusting their pants and women crossing their legs.”

“That was all in the name of art,” Catherine blushed. “Fine art. I like showing the reality of life in each performance piece.”

“Just like your old theater performances,” Alejandra smirked.

Catherine blushed a little harder. “You just couldn’t resist, could you?”

“I’m a bad girl. Sometimes I can’t help myself.”

“A lot of my work has been pretty raunchy. Sure. But I’m proud of everything I’ve done. Including my work on stage.”

“And I’m proud of what it made me do later that night.”

They both laughed in amusement.

Catherine squinted her eyes at the joke. “You’re kidding? Right?”

“So you… enjoyed my performance later on?”

Alejandra nodded proudly. “What can I say? I was 18 and curious. Seeing you on stage really triggered something inside me and I couldn’t wait to get home to, you know, contemplate what I saw.”

There was no shame whatsoever when Alejandra had admitted masturbating to the stage performance, and it was the first time anyone had ever told this to Catherine’s face. Was this supposed to be a compliment? If so, society is certainly evolving and people are a lot more open. Catherine tried not to be a prude about it.

“I’m flattered,” Catherine said, trying to sound unfazed by it. “But couldn’t you have found another star of your late night… whatever …”

“In my opinion, you’re severely underrated as a sex bomb,” Alejandra stated as a matter of fact. “I know you like to be taken seriously, but come on Cath, you’re hot. You were hot then, and you’re hot now. You’ll always be hot.”

“The perfect age, some would say.”

Catherine raised an eyebrow. “What would you say?”

“I’d say that rehearsal is a good idea to make sure we know what we’re doing. And since this is your vibrator, we better try this now, under your supervision. It’s better to fix the kinks now than embarrass myself later on set.”

As a director, how could Catherine ever refuse an actress who needed her guidance for a big scene?

“Okay,” Catherine said. “How about you step into the bathroom to change? I’ll arrange the bed. And when you’re ready and in-character, we’ll begin.”

“That’s a plan. I’ll be back.”

Alejandra went to the bathroom and Catherine wondered if this was really happening. She watched her actress walk with a strut. There was an air of excitement as the impromptu rehearsal was about to begin.

She went to her bed and moved away all the papers and electronics on it. For a moment, she imagined herself laying on the soft sheets alongside Alejandra. What a nice feeling that must be, but she shook it off. There was work to be done.

After fixing the bed and making the sheets nice and neat, Alejandra stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a tshirt and panties. She had no issue showing off her slender legs, which were nicely curved around the hips. And it was also clear that she was braless too, as the scene had called for.

Catherine could swear that Alejandra’s nipples were already hard, but she tried not to be fixated on that.

“How should we start, director?” Alejandra asked with her hands on her hips.

“Well, the demonic possession scene calls for you to be in bed, underneath the blanket. So, there it is.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” Catherine asked.

Alejandra used the tip of her finger to tap the front of her panties. “We’re still using that silent vibrator, aren’t we?”

“Right, I can’t believe I forgot that already.”

“A lot on your mind?” Alejandra teased.

“You could say that.”

Catherine turned to her luggage and picked up the small vibrator. It was compact and curved, so it could be secretly worn by a woman without anyone knowing, or without it falling out. She picked up the device with one hand, and with her other hand, she held the remote control.

“Don’t worry,” Catherine said. “It’s clean.”

How awkward, the director thought. But she pushed those thoughts away and tried to be professional.

“Have you ever used a vibrator before?” Catherine asked, holding it up.

“I have. I lost my vibrator virginity with a former roommate of mine. We never did it at the same time. But we always kept it clean and shared it, mainly because we were too embarrassed to buy another one.”

“Oh. Was it something similar to this?”

Alejandra shook her head. “Not really. It was more of a traditional vibrator. Nothing like the one you have. And by the way…”

While the question was being asked, Catherine knew what was coming next. She dreaded it internally, not showing her embarrassment.

“Why do you have this?” Alejandra finished. “I mean, obviously we both know why you own it? But I guess I mean, if you’re alone, why do you need a remote control? Are you in a secret relationship with someone on this film crew?”

“No, Ally, I’m 100% single.”

Alejandra gave a cryptic smile. It made Catherine wonder if Alejandra was even more curious about the vibrator, or glad that she was available.

“So if you’re single, why do you need a remote control vibrator?” Alejandra asked again, a sly expression on her face.

Being a director, in Catherine’s view, meant having an open and honest relationship with an actor. That was always her policy for strong performances, so why stop now? Especially as they had come this far.

Catherine sucked up the same. “It’s convenient.”

“More so than a normal vibrator?”

“I like the fact that I can lean back and enjoy, and not have to do anything. I work really hard when I’m making a film, which often includes 12 hours of non-stop hustling. At the end of a day like that, there’s nothing better than to just lay back in bed, alone with my own thoughts, and receive effortless pleasure.”

“Sounds like getting a full body massage,” Alejandra smiled.

“Full body massages are fantastic. But they don’t make you cum.”

They both smiled. Who could argue with the benefit of a hot orgasm to end a busy day?

“Now in the bed you go,” Catherine said motherly. “Enough talk about my sex life. Or solo-sex life, I should say.”

Alejandra raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you forgetting something again?”

For the second time, Alejandra used her index finger to tap the front part of her panties, right where her clit was.

“The vibrator is supposed to go inside my pussy, right?” Alejandra asked playfully. “Or is there some secret technique I don’t know about?”

Catherine was momentarily dismayed at her own forgetfulness.

“Nervous?” Alejandra asked.

“I guess my mind is subconsciously hesitant about handing someone my vibrator, if I’m using my psychology terms correctly.”

“Why? Is something wrong with my pussy?”

Catherine was taken aback by the question. “Of course not. I’m sure your pussy is adorable. Ughh… You know exactly what I’m trying to say.”

“That was a joke. But the real question is; who’s going to insert it?”

Alejandra lifted an eyebrow. “It’s a legitimate question. That thing looks oddly shaped and I’ve never put one inside me before. It has to be inserted properly so it won’t fall out while it buzzes.”

“I’ll put it in,” Catherine said. “And you adjust it so it fits snuggly. Think of it as a learning experience. And judging by your willingness to explore a device like this, I fully suspect that you’ll be making your own purchase soon enough.”

Alejandra laughed. “If it’s good enough for you, then it’s good enough for me.”

A moment lingered between them as they looked at each other, each with a subtle smile.

Alejandra pulled forward her panties. “You first.”

The panties were pulled so that someone could reach inside. All Catherine could see from her angle was that Alejandra was most likely clean shaven. She walked over to the actress with the device in hand. She didn’t want to be so blatant as to peek inside the panties. She remained professional and looked the actress in the eyes.