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The shoot has been exhausting; Guillermo is pushing us all to our limits, but from what I have been able to see the results are also mind-blowing. The cast is talented and seem to have an easy camaraderie which usually, in my experience, makes things work. My favourite customer, Tom Hiddleston, has been stunning throughout. His part is very demanding emotionally and Sir Thomas Sharpe takes him to dark places. Still every day in my make-up chair, whether it is morning when we are helping him to transform into Sharpe or late at night when I help him rid himself of his costume and wig, he is always smiling, always sunny.
The strain of the shoot starts to show in him only towards the very end of the shoot, when the more explicit scenes between him and the actresses start to take place. They are about five days into shooting the sex scenes when Tom shows up in my trailer very tense. I have seen the script pages for the day, and know it is going to be a hard day for him. The scene between his character and Mia’s will be both sexy and bloody.
He sits in his chair, surprisingly quiet, while I apply his make-up, changing his ruddy and rosy looks into the pale and brooding face of Sir Thomas Sharpe. I always marvel how little make-up can change his features so greatly. He has that rare ability of the best actors I know. Even though he is terribly handsome, he is still able to make himself a blank canvas and transform his features to fit a character. After helping him in his wig, I stare at a dark and handsome stranger, who has an aura of danger around him. His eyes are still Tom’s; though, Sir Thomas becomes visible only just before Guillermo shouts action. This morning his eyes are more or less filled with frustration.
“Are you ok?” I have to ask him.
He raises his hand to his face, and groans “I’m sorry, darling; I’m not much of a company right now. The sex scenes are surprisingly difficult to do”. He is blushing, “and that is not an appropriate topic to discuss with one’s female colleague”.
“It’s ok. I’ve heard everything there is to hear about sex scenes. I probably could start my own practice to advise freaked out movie stars on doing sex scenes”, I laugh softly.
My make-up chair and relationship with my actors is a source of pride to me. In my chair they relax and focus on the scenes they are about to shoot as well as unwind after a hard day. And I have always prided myself to be an excellent listener and one of the reasons I’m never short of work is that I always keep the confidence of my customers, whether they complain about a director or confess their insecurities to me.
Tom shoots me an inquiring look, and smiles back at me. “Well, that’s good to know, because there is one freaked out actor sitting in your chair”.
“Tell me”, I encourage him, “it usually helps to share.”
“Well, this is somewhat embarrassing, but I don’t feel right to speak about this to Guillermo either, he is not that close to me as a director”, he explains.
“It’s just that it’s so god-damn frustrating to do the sex scenes while having no real sex. I really haven’t had any time to date anyone for months now, Coriolanus took all my energy and I came here directly after the play finished."
When he starts to speak, I feel my face flush with colour. Ok, his real-life sex life was not the topic I expected to hear about. Luckily, I have time to school my face, while Tom is pondering his predicament.
“Usually this hasn’t been an issue with me, I’ve done my share of nude scenes, but these are so fucking explicit, that it’s almost impossible to prevent...things, you know, from reacting", his eyes meet mine and despite the make-up I’m able to see the red on his cheeks.
Pinching myself hard I try to look attentive and professional, even though my imagination already serves me with an eyeful of naked Tom with his cock standing proud. Stupid woman, you don’t invite Tom Hiddleston to speak about sex, and think you can act all cool.
“Well, I think that is something that every male actor I’ve met has had to face one time or the other. And I could imagine that Mia understands. What I’ve been able to see, your relationship with her is a pretty solid one”, I offer as nonchalantly as possible.
“She is a very good friend of mine, we’ve known each other for years, so she is nice about it, but I have a hard time accepting my own reactions. Some of the scenes are not exactly fully consensual, and I’m starting to freak out that I’m even entertaining an idea of being aroused in a situation like that, and even worse, getting aroused while shooting those scenes.” He clearly is upset about the idea of getting turned on by the rough sex scenes.
I draw a long breath, get a grip Maggie, you invited the discussion, now it’s your job to help the poor guy . I take his chin into my hand and lift it so he meets my eyes. “I know you weren’t exactly planning to share this, and you feel embarrassed talking about this with a woman, but I’m honoured that you trust me with your concerns.” He smiles at me, clearly relieved that I didn’t smack him in the head after his confession.
“Now, I’m going to tell you what I’ve told to numerous actors over the years, when they’ve freaked out over getting hot and bothered while shooting a sex scene.” I grin at him.
“There is a nice bathroom here in the trailer. I’ll step out to run a few errands, and while I’m gone you will go there and jerk yourself off. Take your time, make it good. After you’ve done, I come back in, and we’ll fix your make-up and you're ready to go", I frown my eyebrows at him, trying my best to look like a stern teacher.
His eyes widen with shock and then he laughs. It is that lovely full laugh that makes my toes curl.
“You are an intimidating lady, when you put your mind to it”, he laughs, wiping tears out of his eyes.
“Well, you have to be, working with all these crazy people around me”, I smile at him. “And Tom, don’t worry about getting turned on by the scenes. In though you’re in character, your sub-conscious knows it’s a fantasy, your body is just reacting to the physical aspect of it. I’ve known you long enough to know that you would never ever act like Sir Thomas does.”
“Thanks, darling”, he rises from the chair to give me a kiss on the cheek. His lips are warm and soft against my skin. I gulp audibly and take a step back, trying to find my sass.
“Well, sir. There was one more task you have to complete before you’re free to go.”
Tom blushes.
“Yes, that was a serious piece of advice”, getting my confidence back, I try not to laugh at his adorable face and instruct him that I’ll be gone for 20 minutes and will go get us some fresh coffee.
When I get back with a fresh pot, Tom is sitting on the chair browsing through the script. Before I have a chance to say anything, he offers “Yes, mistress. I did you what you ordered”.
“Good”, I say to him, trying to banish the visual of him palming his cock, “you feel better now, don’t you?”
His eyes squint as he looks at me: “Yes, ma’am.”
There is a moment of tension in the air, when he measures me with his eyes. “Your advice was very much appreciated”, his voice drops a notch, and I feel my insides clench. He brushes my cheek with his fingers, licking his lips.
I don’t know what would have happened if the director’s assistant hadn’t barged in. Tom is needed on the set, and with a sigh he lets his hand drop. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before following the assistant out.
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I’m taking a nap in my trailer when a loud knock awakens me. Guillermo’s assistant rushes in, “Maggie, put your stuff together, we need you.”
Yawning I ask him, “Why on earth would you need me? Rita was supposed to take care of the make-up between the takes”.
“She has gotten some nasty stomach bug, and Guillermo sent her home and she is not to set her foot here until she is fully recovered. And Tom asked specifically you.”
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The set is dimly lit. In addition to Tom and Mia, only Guillermo and his cinematographer are present. Guillermo greets me pleased that I arrived quickly. I explain to him that I didn’t have time to go through the scene in detail so I’m not really sure what I need to do. Rita, our most senior make-up artist, is usually responsible for attending the more sensitive scenes and I’ve never been present when they are shooting a sex scene.
“Ok, love, let’s go through the scene”, Guillermo nods and walks me where Tom and Mia are waiting for us. The centre piece of the set is a big Victorian looking bed with leather straps tied in the bed post.
“So, we’ve already shot the first bit where Sir Thomas and Edith have changed into their robes, and started kissing.”, Guillermo starts explaining, his hands wildly following his speech “so what happens next is that Sir Thomas will get a bit rough with Edith, and the innocent girl that she is, she gets scared, and panics. She manages to hit him with a candle stick”, he points out at a candle stick on a table next to the bed.
“After we’ve shot that bit, you’ll need to put the cut on Tom’s temple."
I nod, already looking in my kit to check that I have everything I need with me.
“Sir Thomas gets mad at Edith for reacting like that, and throws her on the bed. While he climbs her, she manages to scratch him on the chest, hard enough to draw blood. Then the scene calms down a bit, Sir Thomas ties her to the bed and is intent on making her enjoy. The next bit is when Edith gets pulled into the passion of the love-making, and when she is climaxing she bites Sir Thomas. And that makes Sir Thomas come.“ Guillermo explains the whole scene like he was describing someone drinking tea. I feel my cheeks flush and see that also Mia seems to be slightly uncomfortable.
“I don’t know about the scratching and biting”, she says with that soft voice of hers. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt Tom.”
“Hey, remember when we prepared the scene”, Tom comforts her with low voice, but I stand close enough that I’m able to hear him, “you can do whatever you want to me. I can take it and the scene will be more realistic if you don’t hold back. I’m bigger and stronger than you, so you don’t have to be afraid of hurting me.”
I see Mia draw a deep breath and nod, “Ok then. You better remember what you said, when I make you bleed”.
Tom laughs at her and promises not to complain. They start talking about the choreography of the scene in more detail, while I walk back to the camera man. I feel nervous, the make-up work I need to do is not difficult, but being present while they shoot the scene makes me feel embarrassed. Just the idea of seeing him doing a sex scene arouses me. There has been this unacknowledged attraction between myself and Tom since we met, and I have to wonder why he asked me to be present.
Guillermo is talking with Tom and Mia, giving them instructions on final camera angles and then he is standing next to me.
“Action.”
I see both Tom and Mia transform in front of my eyes. Suddenly there is no bubbly Mia, but a shy and timid Edith looking at her new husband adoringly, but tense. I can’t see Tom, but Sir Thomas, standing tall and imposing, towering over her tiny wife.
With a few sure steps Sir Thomas stands in front of her wife, sliding the dressing gown off her shoulders. Edith blushes, lowering her eyes. He looks down her naked body, eyes appreciative.
“My wife, look at me”, his voice is low. Their eyes meet; his are dark pools of lust, hers shiny and filled with fear and excitement.
“Undress me”, he commands.
Her hands shake when they reach the belt of his robe. She slowly opens the belt and slides the robe off his body. She blushes not knowing where to look. Her husband is so tall and handsome. His body is lean and muscular and she can see the dark trail of hair starting from his navel, going downwards. Closing her eyes, she hears her own whimper. Her aunt did not tell her that she would have to look at IT. And it is so big, hanging there between his legs.
Sir Thomas cups Edith’s chin and pulls her into a kiss. He is tall enough that she is pulled flush against his body. She lets out a small whimper. He kisses her passionately, his lips looking for entrance. Edith is hesitating, not knowing what to do. His hand goes down on her neck, the other one slipping into her hair, guiding her mouth and forcing her to open it. Their tongues clash and his hips buck when his tongue enters her mouth. She is delicious and her innocence is driving him mad with lust.
The kiss becomes more passionate, and his hands are gripping her more tightly. Edith tries to struggle against him, pushing her hands against his chest. Sir Thomas kisses her neck, now breathing more heavily.
“Thomas, please”, she whispers, trying to release herself from his powerful embrace.
He doesn’t pay any heed to her protests, but grips her arse with both hands and pulls her tight against his nakedness. Her body feels amazing against him, it is soft and feminine. His cock is throbbing and he can feel the soft curls of her cunt brush against him.
“Husband, wait”, there is now panic in her voice and face, as she tries to push Sir Thomas away. “This is too much”.
“Do not be silly, wife, you are all wet and whimpering from my kisses”, Sir Thomas growls, “do not deny your feelings”.
Edith has tears in her eyes, and her hands flail almost desperately. Her other hand hits the candle stick by accident, and as if in a dream, she raises it and hits her husband. It isn’t a hard hit, she is but a small woman, but she manages to hit his temple. He releases her, staggering back, cursing.
“Cut”, I hear Guillermo’s voice, “excellent, I think we got that in one take. Good job, you both.”
I can’t help but stare. Tom is standing naked only a few feet from me. His body is muscled, long and lean, and I can see sheen of sweat covering his chest. My eyes drop down, the scene clearly aroused him, and his cock is half-erect. It's a beautiful cock, long and smooth-looking. Even half-erect, his size is impressive. I notice everyone else keeping their eyes on his eyes, and blush, when I realise that he is watching me, clearly seeing where my eyes are directed. Our eyes meet, and a small smile appears on his face. I let my eyes roam a bit more; he is in no hurry to pull his robe back on.
“Maggie”, Guillermo’s voice interrupts my thoughts, “come. Let’s put the cut on Tom’s face”.
Tom finally pulls his robe back on, and sits down on a chair. Guillermo shows me where he wants the cut to be and I set to work. For some minutes we both stay quiet, as I work on creating the cut on Tom’s left temple.
“I hope you’re not bothered that I asked you to be here”, Tom finally says, ”I didn’t realise until Guillermo told me that you usually don’t participate in these kinds of scenes”.
I hum softly, tapping the fake blood on his skin, “Yes, usually it’s the more senior personnel who are asked to attend to ensure that everything is done as respectfully towards the actors as possible”.
My brown eyes seek his blue ones, “But I don’t mind. It’s very interesting.”
“Interesting, huh”, he says, his voice a bit husky, “I hope in a good way.”
“In a very good way”, I watch him, hoping that he sees my arousal.
“Good, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable,“ he says softly.
His hand brushes my arm, and I can’t help but twitch. He opens his mouth, as to continue, but Guillermo dashes back to us. He is satisfied with the cut on Tom’s head, and they proceed to continue the shoot. Tom and Mia take their places and both drop their robes. Guillermo shouts action and Edith and Sir Thomas are back.
Sir Thomas covers his temple with his hand, cursing. There is blood dripping between his fingers.
Edith stands in front of him, eyes wide and terrified, "Thomas, are you hurt? I am sorry, I did not mean...", she takes a step towards her husband, but he launches himself at her.
He lifts her in the air, and throws her on the bed. Edith whimpers teary-eyed and tries to crawl backwards. Sir Thomas grabs her from ankles and pulls until she falls back. In one move, he is on top of her, straddling her hips with his powerful thighs.
"You are my wife, to do with as I please", he growls, voice low and threatening, "I have kissed you, I have touched you and I know you quiver under my touch. It is too late now to play coy with me. I will show you pleasure the kind of you never could have imagined, whether you want it or not".
Guillermo shouts cut, he wants to have close-ups of Tom and Mia's faces while Sir Thomas delivers his speech. I stand frozen in the corner. My hands shake and my breathing is laboured. I have never in my life been more aroused. Tom's naked body is in full display, as he straddles Mia. I see his back muscles flex, when he takes her throat to start his speech. His body is perfect, the lean muscles are hard, and move under his pale skin in a graceful way. Mia is small and soft under him, her tiny body oddly innocent looking.
Guillermo shows Tom to continue after his speech, and he lowers his head to kiss Mia. She arches her body against him, and I see the visible twitch of his cock, when her skin comes in contact with his.
They are now kissing passionately, Edith yielding to her husband. His hands are on her small breasts, pinching her nipples until they are hard peaks. Edith is now moving under him, hips undulating in a need she does not recognize. Her hands caress Sir Thomas, feeling his muscles, learning the hard contours of a man's body. Her fingers brush over his chest, and her nails bite, scratching his skin. Sir Thomas throws his head back, his long neck bared, as he moans in pleasure.
When Mia’s nails hit Tom’s skin, I see his cock swell. He is now fully erect, and it is impossible to not notice it anymore. He is huge, the cock long and veiny. My breath is laboured, as I stand in my corner trying not to draw attention to myself. I feel my nipples harden and my walls are throbbing with the sight of him. Grateful for wearing a dress, I slowly press my thighs together causing a sweet torturous pressure in my pussy.
"Cut", Guillermo says, voice slightly choked, "let's take a moment, and Maggie can put the scratches on Tom".
Tom and Mia are whispering to each other, both softly laughing at something. They move to get their robes and Mia rises to go get some water. Tom sits at the bed and throws the robe over his lap, not bothering to put it on, as I will need access to his upper body. I can't help but notice that his erection is still pushing against the fabric of the robe.
Tom chuckles ruefully, glancing at his lap: "Unfortunately, even though your advice was solid, it did not help much". He doesn’t seem at all embarrassed, and I try to act my part and not show how shaken I am.
While he speaks I try to get access to his chest, I need to make the scratches start from his collarbone, and lowest ones will be reaching his ribs.
"You're too short, come here so you don't pull a muscle", Tom spreads his legs, and I have no choice but go and stand between his naked legs.
I try to focus on my work, but his closeness is clogging my senses. His skin is heated and I stand close enough to feel the warmth radiating of him. He lowers his head and I feel the tip of his nose brush my neck, as I'm bowing down to see the how the scratches look on his chest.
"You know, I just wanted you to know that it isn't Mia who is making me this hard", he whispers, his breath tickling my skin.
I startle at his words. Lifting my head, I drown in his eyes.
"When I know that you're in the room, watching me, I have to fight to keep myself in check".
I gulp audibly, his words go directly to my pussy, already dripping wet from watching him. "Nghhh...I like to watch you", I admit, a slow smile spreading over my face, "I like watching you, how beautiful you are".
His gaze is burning me, and when my fingers slip on his thighs to feel him, his breath hitches and the robe slides down a bit, revealing skin. His thigh is smooth, muscle moving under his skin. Without conscious thought, I spread my hand and my palm covers him, fingers brushing close to his crotch. Tom's pupils dilate, and his hips buck, just a bit, almost like allowing a better access. I’m biting my lips and my surroundings forgotten my hand is reaching for his cock.
"I wouldn't do that", Mia's voice startle me, and I pull my hand back, blushing violently, "if Guillermo sees you, he will kick you out. He doesn't accept any unprofessional behaviour on his set".
Mia's eyes are kind and her tone almost teasing, even though her words are harsh. "Tommy, we need to get ready for the last part."
Tom shakes his head to clear it, and backs down on the bed, slipping under the silk cover.
"Hey hun", Mia whispers to me while climbing under the covers with Tom; "I know why Tom asked you to be here. Watch him carefully, and you'll be in for a treat", she smiles mischievously at me, and gently punches Tom.
"Hey big guy, let me in, I need to get under you".
Tom laughs at her, and before Guillermo shoos me away from the bed, he winks at me, the smirk on his face identical to Mia's.
They arrange themselves, Guillermo standing next to the bed giving instructions on lighting and camera angles. Mia is laying on her back, legs spread and Tom between them. Guillermo helps arrange the silk cover that it covers Tom's ass only partly, leaving a generous amount of round butt cheek visible. Mia is wiggling herself to a better position under him, and I see Tom's cock pressed against her stomach, it's still rock hard, and I swear I can see his tip glisten from pre-cum. Guillermo instructs Mia to raise her leg to prevent the camera catching a glimpse of the action happening against her stomach. While they sift and turn, I slowly walk on the other side of the bed, now seeing Tom's face properly. His eyes find me, full of lust.
"Action"
I watch his face take a more menacing look, as Tom disappears to give room for Sir Thomas.
Sir Thomas looks at her young and innocent wife writhing under him. "You dare spill my blood", he murmurs low, "it is I and only I who is allowed to draw blood. You have not earned that right, my wife. Not yet."
He grips Edith's hands tightly and reaches for the leather straps. He ties her hands to the bed posts with practiced ease.
"Thomas, what are you doing?" Edith gasps, worry in her voice. She struggles against the straps.
I see Mia roll her hips, effectively pressing Tom's cock tight against her. The friction makes Tom's eyes dilate and I see how his cock twitches.
Sir Thomas gasps and his face harden. "Do not test me, wife", his fingers press into her soft skin, as he thrusts his hips, deeply penetrating Edith. She lets out a low wail, of pain and pleasure, he is so big and she is small and tight, has never felt a man inside her before. His moves are controlled, allowing her to get used to his girth but demanding her to surrender and allow the pleasure to wash over her.
Tom is now pressed tight against Mia, her hips bucking against him, and I see his cock leaking. His breath is laboured, still staying in character, but I see that it is an effort. My own pussy is throbbing wildly at the sight of him.
"Now my innocent love", Sir Thomas growls, "I want you to come, yield to me and show me you are mine”.
His hips undulate, as he thrusts his hardness deeper in her wife. Edith whimpers, trying to fight against the inappropriate feeling, this is not how a husband and wife should join in a marriage bed, but her hips respond to his thrusts in kind, as her climax is approaching.
Mia is moving her hips wildly, each thrust pressing against Tom’s cock. Tom’s face is contorting with pleasure; the friction on his cock is starting to be too much. I have to muffle my own gasps by pressing my hand against my mouth. The scene in front of me is making my knees weak, and my pussy is screaming for touch, any touch to relieve the throbbing.
Edith is now very close to her climax, her eyes are dilated, cheeks flushed.
“Oh, husband”, she gasps softly, “what is this?”
Sir Thomas is now driving into her with all his power. When Edith reaches her climax, she pushes upwards straining against the leather straps binding her hands. Her mouth hits skin, and there is a flash of white, when her teeth sink into the soft skin under his collarbone. Sir Thomas grunts, as he roughly pulls Edith away from his skin.
"Only I am allowed to draw blood, do not forget that, my wife", and he sinks his own teeth into her soft flesh.
Tom's moves are more and more erratic. Mia is still relentless, her every move presses Tom's cock between them. From my vantage point, I can see his cock twitching, its head swollen and glistening.
When Mia's teeth graze his skin, Tom comes. I see his cock pulsing wildly, as he spurts his come all over Mia's stomach. My own walls clench painfully at the sight. I don't know what turns me on more: the sight of his thick cock pulsing uncontrollably or his face which remains in total control while he speaks his lines.
I hear somewhere back in my mind Guillermo’s cut. I’m panting almost as hard as Tom is. His head is lowered and I watch him gather himself, before he moves away from Mia.
“That’s a wrap guys, excellent work”, I hear Guillermo say, his voice somewhat strained.
Tom rolls off the bed and pulls Sir Thomas’ robe on. He walks to me, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed.
His lips brush my ear, and his husky voice ignites me.
“Get your ass to my trailer”.