WHO: Indy & Greed WHEN: 2010 WHERE: Los Angeles WHAT: Downtime on the set of a porn film WARNINGS: The 'what' should probably make it clear there's going to be talk about sex, but there's no actual banging behind the cut.
Different companies did things differently. This should have been an obvious sort of though, but when she'd arrived on set two days ago, Indy had found it confusing just getting used to the little things after only filming with the same people before. Sure, the big things were the same - pages of paperwork to sign, completed STD tests for miles, having to stop in the middle of a blow job so someone could touch up your makeup - but it was the little things that tripped her up, like the fact that the catering staff here only provided fruit.
She'd thought maybe it was just a one day thing but, no, here on the third day there was still nothing more filling than apples. Indy needed some carbs. She needed some protein! (Well, she thought with a small smile, more protein than just that.)
Which was why she'd sent someone out to get her bagels and - as it was the right time of year - a bag of hot cross buns. She'd spent the morning reshooting parts for yesterday's scene - standard girl/girl, nothing flashy, minimum kink - and now she had an hour to wait around until she filmed her second scene of the movie with two men, only one of whom she'd met before. The other was newly contracted, they told her. She hoped they got on. Scenes always went better when she didn't have to fake attraction, and there had been a few guys she'd had to sleep with on screen that she despised. Indy always felt like it showed.
Across the other side of the room Indy watched a woman in leather felate the naked man on the bed, the crew all doing their parts on the other side of the camera while she did. Indy's hot cross buns were pretty great, and her coffee was giving her life.