#aubrey 01

[chelsea-heskett-blog]

@aubreytaylcr

"Maybe this was a bad idea.” She called from behind the closed curtain of the changing room. What had she been thinking? Must’ve been that time of year. The holidays always made everything seem extra lonely. Less presents under the tree. No partner to hold hands with under the table at Thanksgiving dinner. No stupid couples costumes, or mistletoe, or any of that cheesy stuff. Corny. Candy corn she had to eat all by herself. Nobody to hold her during Frankenstein (1931). Too much thinking, too much lace. She was tired of looking in the mirror. “Okay, okay, I’m coming out--”

Lingerie shopping was definitely a bad idea. “I feel like an idiot.” Chelsea announced to Aubrey, with her knees crossed against the change room couch. Chelsea flashed her the corset, before hiding her body back behind the safety of a matching red robe. She groaned. “I mean-- I just feel like such a mom. Don’t get me wrong, I love Jack more than anything, and I wanted to do this all by myself, but it’s just... Not sexy? No sex, I haven’t had sex in so long-- and it’s so sad and lonely being in the beach house all by myself, and I... I just want someone, y’know? I mean, is there somewthing wrong with that? Is there something wrong with me?” Chelsea was pacing, now. Hands on her temples. “Yeah, there is. Sorry, I’m being selfish and self-centred and this was just dumb-- what, what do you wanna do?”

[hoeplots-blog]

Night Off

“Aubrey, can you move your hair? It’s blocking your face.”

Aubrey instinctively flipped her hair, which had been styled into large, loose curls, and backcombed for volume. Needless to say, it was hard to maintain, especially when she was getting fucked from behind and simultaneously going down on her best friend. It was just another day at work for Aubrey Starr. 

She looked up at Teagan, who was on her back in front of her, and rolled her eyes. This was one of those small details in the industry that made sexpecations in real life unrealistic. But Aubrey was nothing if not professional, so she looked over at their director and asked if what she’d done had solved the problem. When she got confirmation, action was called, and they were right back at it.

There was very little realism to what was going on. The moans were forced, the position was uncomfortable, and they were surrounded by an entire film crew. What made Aubrey and Teagan such a good team, though, was their undeniable chemistry. They were best friends, and, more than once, they’d ended up in bed together without anyone around to watch. Aubrey knew what Teagan liked, and she knew how to elicit an actual reaction out of her. So that’s what she did.

They went at it for almost three hours, switching positions, stopping for different angles and lighting setups, and the occasional pause to make them all look perfect. When cut was finally called, Aubrey was in desperate need of a shower. The three stars all hugged and congratulated each other on a job well done before going their separate ways off set. She knew they all needed a shower as much as she did.

After getting clean, she headed to Teagan’s dressing room. Whether or not her best friend was done showering, she knew she’d be welcome to wait there for her. She pushed the door open and caught sight of her best friend in the reflection of the mirror. She then looked up at herself. “Yikes,” she said, to her own reflection. The change between a fully made up face for camera and her natural, bare face was vast. She laughed and took a seat in an arm chair, watching Teagan.

“I think that went pretty well! Mike’s a nice guy, don’t you think?”