The role of a lifetime 14 END

One year on from the text that had changed his life forever, Britt, stood on the set of "Bar babes 4", feeling hungry and tired after a long day of filming. He thought back to the events of the last year, and how different his life now was. 

Having found himself homeless and penniless, he had swallowed his pride and ended up at the office of Winston Cummings, where after some strong words followed by a little begging, Winston had agreed to give him a role in one of the studio’s lower-budget movies, he had even arranged an apartment for him to live, but of course, nothing in life is free, and the deal came with strings attached, Winston would have his own key and be allowed to drop by whenever the mood suited him.

Lifting one of his tall platform pumps off the ground to momentarily ease the ache in his left foot, Britt looked over to see Winston Cummings striding towards him from across the set.

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He was greeted by a big sloppy kiss on the lips and a squeeze of his backside, “good evening”, he said cheerfully, “how is my favourite girl today”?

Britt forced a smile, “I’m ok, it was a long day to tell you the truth”.

“How’s the filming going, everything on track”? Winston asked.

“Yeah fine”, Britt answered unenthusiastically.

Winston placed his hand on the small of Britt’s back and gave it a gently rub, “You’re thinking about the premiere tonight, aren’t you”?

“I don’t think I should go”, Britt replied, "can we just give it a miss”?

“Come now, Brittney”, Winston said lifting his right hand and softly stroking Britt’s hair”, You can’t still feel bitter about not getting the part? You’re a successful actress in your own right now, granted the bar babes series isn’t as mainstream as a film like “The big city”, but it has garnered quite the cult following”.

“I’m not bitter, I just don’t know if I can face her, Jem”, Britt said, looking down sadly.

Winston moved his hand under Britt’s chin, lifting his face towards his own and giving him a peck on the lips, “You’ll be fine, you have to face her sometime, now let’s go see the makeup department, I’ve asked the girls to make you look gorgeous for tonight’s event”, he said wrapping his arm around Britt’s back and leading him across the set.

It was Britt’s first time at a movie premiere, and as he wandered around the red carpet awkwardly clutching on to Winston Cummings' arm, he watched as the celebrities arrived, exiting their vehicles before being swarmed by a sea of photographers, a stark contrast to when he had arrived, stepping out of a stretch limousine in a tight expensive gown, he had placed a towering designer heel on the ground and looked up to see a line of people holding cameras, but as they quickly realised, he was nobody important, they had turned and walked away, with only one man staying behind to snap a picture.

Hearing some commotion to his left, Britt spun around to see a car pulling up, the door opened and out stepped him old buddy Jim, dressed to impress. The photographers started pushing and shoving as a thousand flashes bathed him in light. Jim smiled before elegantly striding over on his tall heels to the spot the press had set up for arrival pictures.

Britt watched on from a distance, amazed as the photographers screamed at Jim to turn this way and that as his feminized friend complied. 

Perched on his own towering heels and still hanging on to Winston's arm, Britt couldn’t help but admire how stunningly beautiful his old friend looked in his tight short dress, he was definitely the main attraction of the night, but looking up at his friend’s perfectly made-up face, with his huge plump red lips, Britt could sense a certain sadness in his sultry looking eyes, “I wonder if his life as miserable as mine”? He thought quietly to himself.

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2 years later.

After the unexpected success of "Bar babes 4", with the film making twice as much money for the studio as the previous three instalments combined, Britt had been signed up to star in a further three movies.

As the director shouted, action, Britt heard the music begin, as he started to wiggle and gyrate his half-naked body to the beat of the tune.

It was the final week of filming "Bar babes 6", and Britt was looking forward to having a few weeks off. Moving his hands up and down his slim sexy body, he let his mind wander, thinking about, who the hell was actually watching these trashy films, probably sad lonely young men, jacking off alone in their homes, lusting over his half-naked frame, the thought repulsed him, causing him to stumble a little on his tall sparkly platforms and almost fall off the bar, “cut”, screamed the director, “Brittney, are you with us today, I’ve seen more emotion on a storefront mannequin”.

Britt stopped and turned, “Sorry Bruno”, he purred, “just got a lot on my mind”.

“Well get your head in the game, girl”, Bruno replied in a softer tone, “I’d like to wrap this scene up and move on to the one in the bedroom today”.

Britt forced his face to smile, “You got it babe”, he purred back.

“Ok, let’s go again, and action”, Bruno the director screamed.

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By the time Britt got home, he was again exhausted, he kicked off his heels, took a swig of orange juice from the carton, before wandering over to the sofa, and clicking on the TV.

It felt good to relax for a while, and as he reached down to rub his aching calf muscles, he looked around his expensively decorated studio apartment and smiled, “at least I’ve got this place”, he thought. 

Turning back to the TV, he started flicking through the channels, finally stopping when he saw a familiar face on the screen.

“So, Jem Stevens, the media are touting you as the next big thing, you’re first few films have been massive commercial successes, you have an army of adoring fans, and is it right, you’ve just been offered a position to judge on a famous talent show? The late-night TV host asked.

Jim lifted his left leg, encased in its knee-high designer platform boot, and crossed it over the other at mid-thigh, before turning to the host, “That’s right, James, I was surprised when they offered it to me, I thought perhaps they had called the wrong person", he said giggling", "but honestly, I can’t wait to get stuck in”, Jim replied as the studio audience clapped and cheered.

“Well as you can hear, the audience doesn’t think they called the wrong person, what do you think everybody? do you think she’ll do ok”, the host announced as the audience roared loudly.

Jim turned to the audience and smiled, his huge Botox filled lips jutting out in an almost comical duck face, “thanks, everybody”, he said in a sweet sultry voice, "you guys are the best".

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“So, I have to ask, a few years ago, nobody had even heard of you, and know you’re arguably one of the most sort after actresses in Hollywood, what's your secret”? the host asked as the noise from the audience died down.

Jim smiled, “there is no big secret", he said in his sweet voice, " I guess I’ve always been a competitive person, never allowing myself to give up and always willing to do whatever it takes to succeed”.

Britt turned off the television; he had seen enough. It was too strange watching his old buddy on the screen, acting like some bimbo, what would all those screaming fans think if they knew the truth, that the sexy blonde siren, the object of every young man’s sexual fantasies, was actually plain old Jim, the boy he had grown up with, but as Britt looked down at his own blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, cascading past his heaving bosom, he wasn’t really one to talk.

Sliding off the sofa he lifted his dress over his head, freeing his breasts and feeling them bounce around on his chest. It was time to take a shower and get ready, Winston would be over within the hour, and he would be expecting him to look a certain way.

THE END