... pretend you're aroused ... [[tristan]]

[sam]

Okay ... so getting a foot into the door had not worked quite yet for Sam ... at least not in Hollywood. No one knew her down here other than from the GUESS add on Wilshire Avenue or a few editorials in renown fashion magazines ... but no one knew her name so producers generally just skipped her file without even looking at the girl inside because they didn't recognize the name. So she just had to try harder ... she hated to be a nobody! But given the fact she'd done a movie with one of Hollywood's most up and coming stars - Jack Bailey - before would surely help. Even more so that now that he was becoming overly famous a little bit would rub down onto her for sure as well since the tabloids would realize in no time that the fact they had dated for during filming and promotion of their movie was certainly worth mentioning given his recent unorthodox marriage. So why not jump on that train and take all the perks it offered.

For the time being though Sam had to resort to her old career in order to meet influential people in Hollywood and get her name out. So it came as a heaven sent that Calvin Klein planned an add campaign with young Hollywood celebs. But not the more popular ones ... rather those good looking wannabes that still had faces not everyone was yet sick of. So naturally Samantha got a call from her agent and with her model experience had no problem landing the gig. Starbucks African blend in her hand she headed up to the entrance of the Roosevelt hotel after being let out of the cab by the gentlemanly doorman. The shooting was going to take place in one of the suits and up till now Sam had no idea who her partner was going to be ... the plot said: Mildly suggestive couple scenes. Which always sounded worse than it was ... she had done so many photo shootings before that it had come completely normal to act and pretend to be a certain way. It was her job after all. And she was good at it.

Texting a few friends for later dinner Samantha entered the elevator taking her shades down. She usually never bothered putting any fancy clothing on when going to shootings ... back in New York the models were those dressed worst on the streets ... but if you got stuck into neat and tidy clothes twenty for seven you just want some sloppy sweat pants and a comfy tank to spend the rest of your time with!
Chuckling over another text of Jack Sam switched her phone off as she arrived at the designated floor ... a penthouse sweet. People were buzzing around everywhere ... cables on the floor. Extra lights and cameras ... make up tables and wardrobe racks. A woman with a headset instantly approached Sam and she put a genuine smile on ... she had learned that if you were nice to your shooting coordinator you'd get everything you need in a heartbeat.

"Hi ... my name is Corinne ... you must be Ms. Swanson. You can go right into make-up!" the mid thirties woman explained and Sam followed gladly. This job was going to do a good bit of popularity to her career ... hopefully.
"So you surely want to know who your shooting partner is!" the woman continued pulling the chair back for Sam nicely, the light bulbs around the mirror illuminating them both nicely.

"Oh I am sure we'll gonna get along fine!" she chuckled brushing her long bangs aside looking into the mirror. Sam had worked with many male models and actors before and most of the time it was a good thing to not get involved in any way ... most guys were kind and easy to work with but a model boyfriend had never been something she'd needed. Sure there were hookups ... Hello?! This is the show biz ...

"Alright ... his name is Tristan Fuller, he's been on Seventh Heaven for a few episodes and had a cameo on Charmed ..." Corinne continued to read off her chart even though Sam had been clear about not needing his pant size!
"Okay ... sounds like a swell guy!" she replied trying to sound not as bitchy as she felt while the make-up woman already started her work ... the most dreadful part of a shooting. It always took ages and made her looks like a porcelain doll afterwards ... there was nothing natural or realistic about it ... just a fake image of beauty. But who was he to judge her profession. Her hair got pinned up and after applying some base and tan the finer details as eyes and lips got worked out. letting it all happen while going in a semi awake state Samantha got back into life as she was asked to stand up and get into a dressing gown till her outfit was ready.

Standing at the buffet waiting, blowing at her coffee for it to cool down a bit Sam waited. Make up all done nice and pretty ... way to much of course ... her shiny hair pinned up. Everyone was being so busy and she just stood there doing nothing while she got paid 2k an hour. Life was a pretty fair deal when you were pretty ...

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Tristan really wasn't all that into the modeling scene.. in fact, he'd never modeled before. It all got started very quickly when he was filming for his film he was having a good day.. his hair was right and his face was just right too. Everything just clicked to make his attractive personality and physique just enough to catch the eye of a spectator who asked him to model for Calvin Klein. At first, Tristan had been more than reluctant. Sure he was confident (maybe overly so) in his good looks, but did he really want to get wrapped up in that sort of thing? Sure, it was only a one-time deal.. show up, look hot, probably get some quality time with an attractive female, really he had nothing to lose by participating. His manager convinced him it could be good for his career.. hell they might just put him on a billboard or something. Well, probably not. With Tristan's luck and the way his life was going, they would simply trash the photos taken during this shoot. Or the ones of him anyway.

Despite his doubts, he still walked through the door and removed his sunglasses, a rather dramatic entrance for such an unknown person. He didn't care; everywhere he went he commanded the room and treated everyone and everything in it like he owned it. There was just that air about him that he was in control of the scene even though there were people thirty times more important than him running around. That didn't matter, to Tristan, he was the most important person without question. They should cater to his needs, and most of the time they did just out of habit for males with personalities like his. Sure, he hit the occasional speed bump, but it was nothing his impeccable charm and smooth-talking couldn't make happen for him. He really belonged in Hollywood, or at least the picturesque one. The one you always saw on sitcoms and reality shows where people stab each other in the back. Tristan was relentless in his using of those higher than him, and what's worse, the fact that he harbored no guilt about any of it. They were just rungs on his ladder of social guru.

The makeup part of his morning had proved to be rather interesting considering here, they made a point of making him look rather plastic. At least in the movies, or anything he'd done before, the point was to look realistic. He looked like the Ken doll. And at that thought, he tried picturing his Barbie. He wondered if he'd be paired with some tall blond, or maybe a curvy brunette. It really didn't matter to him as long as she was female and hot, which was all he knew about her aside from her name, Samantha something or other. He never really took much heed to the names of people he was working with.. if he didn't already know them they weren't going to help him get to where he needed to be.

When the middle-aged woman was finally finished caking synthetic materials onto his face and chest, he stood up out of the clutches of that crazy woman with a makeup brush. She'd swooned all over him from the moment of his arrival, and he didn't appreciate it. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't his caliber woman. That was, her waistline and bust should have traded sizes. Call him shallow, and well... he'll agree with you. He was a deep-rooted asshole, and there was no changing that. Escaping before she could pull him back and put more shit on him, he slipped out of the room and out into the lobby where there was piles of donuts and other goodies that only the people who weren't participating in this photo shoot seemed to be indulging in. Well, Tristan wasn't watching his manly figure.. he had the metabolism of a shark.

He took a muffin from the top of the stack, shoving half of it in his mouth. He wasn't shy about anything and had no shame to speak of. He moved over to the little beverage bar, fixing himself a black coffee. It wasn't too long until he noticed the blond doing the same thing. "Hectic, isn't it?" he tossed at her trying to start a conversation. It was a natural reaction for him; he was a flirt through and through and she was hot, so it just happened. His smile was friendly but suggestive at the same time. He wasn't afraid to admit that all he used girls for was sex because most of the time, that's all the girls around her wanted anyway. Of course his mind had already drifted to the naughty side, suddenly praying she was going to be modeling with him. He was just glad to be away from the crazy makeup lady who had practically strapped him down and manhandled his face. Next would be a crazy wardrobe lady who stripped him down and molested him.. he didn't want to even think about it. He focused on the blond bombshell he was currently checking out.. discreetly of course. He had a little class.... sometimes.

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[sam]

Photo-shoot, just as shooting a movie, always went off the same way: You came to set at the time you were requested by the project coordinator, which was always hours before the first scenes or pictures were even taken. Sometime you had to give an interview, right there on the spot when you just turned up all sleepy or not particularly attractive looking. Either on the phone or onto an audio tape so that some low paid writer could turn it into a Q&A for some magazine later. Then you went to the trailer or make-up booth and chilled a bit ... drinking the first coffee of the day, checking your mail on the cell. After the long torture of hair & make-up you'd have once again time to hang around ... maybe have breakfast, yell at your agent for not getting you into audition for that movie you wanted to do.Then along came wardrobe ... striping down your personal belongings and into some clothes that weren't yours, which was always a strange feeling ... especially if a particular scene required you to wear lingerie supplied by the studio.

And only after all those steps which alone take up hours you get to the set for real ... waiting. That's what probably takes up most of the amount of time an actor spends 'at work'. You wait for the lighting to be right, the camera to be set, the sound guys to install their stuff and adjust it accordingly. You go to your mark and wait for the light assistant to take your exposure value, the sound guy to tune you in and the camera to focus. Then comes the script guy going over the scene with you ... of course by the time you're actually ready to shoot your make-up and hair has to be redone, so that's going to be taken care of. Then ... the final call ... 'ACTION' and you roll ... spit out your line ... 10 seconds of film ... 'CUT' and if you're lucky it's a wrap ... or you have to go through it 50 times till the director is satisfied. Then you go back to your chair and wait ... new camera position, new lighting, new sound ... of course that is the worst case scenario. Normally everything went a lot faster since time is money and actors are usually the most expensive people to have idle on set. Something that as a producer you really wouldn't want.

Photo-shootings on the other hand started out the same as movies .. basically. The same row of steps you had to go through. Only that once on set it all happened at once. You got set up ... no sound guys for sure ... and you got lighted. Then all you had to do was pose, listen to the photographer and his producer and do what they demand. Sure, you'd end up in a weird pose kissing a guy that seems totally unnatural to you but you can rest assured that once on film it would look artistically valuable. Sure it's kind of unsettling to have your lips locked to a guys neck hearing someone yell 'pretend you're aroused' in the background or 'tilt your head to the side so we can see your lips'. You just want it to be over because the way you're holding your head is really uncomfortable, yet you have to look like you're in sheer pleasure.

Of course by now Sam had managed this way of acting before the camera to precision. She couldn't remember all the photo-shootings she'd done over the years and always stumbled over pictures of her that she had no recollection of ever doing. Luckily so far there had been no sleazy mishaps of that kind. Today was surely gonna be one of the more high profile shootings, after all Samantha had worked with the photographer a couple of times already ... he was all the rage in NYC, working for Vanity Fair, Vogue and GQ. Leaning against the buffet sipping on her coffee she couldn't help but let her mind trail back to those days in New York where people at least recollected her phase upon mentioning of the name. Down here she was practically no one ... yet.

"Hectic, isn't it?"

Raising her brows for a moment before guiding the paper cup away from her full lips Sam remembered just now that she'd probably ruined the make-up lady's work on the lip gloss by now. What was the first rule they told you when you were a young model?! 'No buffet after hair and make-up!' However Sam had always had her own head and never followed any of those rules. The lip gloss bitch was going to jump in reapplying after ever damn kiss anyways while some other assistant cleaned the subject of the kiss. To think of any of it as romantic was FAR from reality.

"Oh ... tell me about it. I think the stylist is having a heart attack because the dress they wanted me in clashes with my current skin tone!" Samantha chuckled over emphasizing the mock drama in her statement by waving the hand with the blackberry in the air like a playful panic attack in the happening. Turning toward the beverage cart again she placed the cup down to stretch out her right hand toward the handsome guy.
"Hey there ...I'm Barbie, guess you're my Ken today?!" Sam smiled cutely shaking the man's hand gently. She really hoped he was ... pretending to be a hot couple full of passion going at each other was so much easier when you felt at least some sort of attraction toward each other. After all this was CK and some sort of passion was certainly requested before the camera.

"So you were on 'Seventh Heaven' huh?!" Samantha inquired while picking out a tuna sandwich from the tray before them. "I hope you increased your capability of acting aroused before the camera, since it certainly wasn't required on that lame show!" she winked looking back at him taking a small bite. White bread was certainly not her favor.