She lay on the bed, wet and sticking, taking a deep breathe
She reached over and grabbed a robe lying beside the bed
Covered herself. Her, well, co-star was already sitting up
Faced away from her and chatting up a guy who finished
His own scene in the next setup.
The cameramen, sound guys, stagehands, directors were
Standing in various groups arranged by concerns:
Players, sets, the technical requirements for the next
Set of scenes to be shot. No one was really looking at her,
No one was talking to her. An anonymous body,
She may really as well have been a stick of furniture.
A very pretty and well-stacked bit of blond furniture
That suited the technical requirements called for in
The day’s scripts and directors were well satisfied
She could perform on camera as requested, her
Skin worked well with the lighting and props, her
Hair lovely but easily managed to not interfere.
She wondered whether any of her co-workers
Noticed that she often forgot to avoid direct
Bodily fluid exchanges and how happy she was to
Service anyone on the set. Some actresses were
Like that, happy to use a sexy body for career
Advancement or reasons stumbling around
Inside a woman’s mind. None of them, of course,
Knew the results of her last doctor visit.
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