“That’s it… yes, keep on…” she heard Rains in the background, talking her through the scene. Other directions were for her costar, like “Authentic, Wendell, no short cuts,” she managed to ignore. The forceful hands of her actor lover were enough to keep her body charged up and her worries at bay. But when Wendell slowly slid the straps of the chemise down, and began to pull her breasts free, the suddenly alarmed Violet jerked upright so fast that Wendell was pushed back by the force of the spontaneous emotion.
The camera stopped. Lionel stepped out to look. “Miss Atherton? You just broke character…”
Trying not to blush, Violet bashfully pulled up the bedspread to cover her naked t**s. “Sir, isn’t this getting… getting a little too…”
“Too what, Miss Atherton? This is a s*x scene, and you
