Caroline was gone for a day. Luckily, the shooting could afford to stop for a day, as the production team needed to work on the props for Episode 3.
She came back in the foulest mood. Her quick trip to the mainland to salvage the right implant had only been marginally successful. Now her breasts were slightly unbalanced, to her critical eye.
She also came back to find Darcy in a terrible mood. He wouldn’t talk with anyone, except to growl or frown. And, of course, she couldn’t put her seduction plan into action that night, as the new breast might not survive another puncture.
By the time the next morning came, she was numbered among the people who were in a dreadful mood.
Darcy and Elizabeth’s tempers were shocking. He desperately wanted to explain his affection to her and plead with her again to come live with him. She was severe with herself for sleeping with Mr. Bighead without protection and then enjoying his lovemaking again and again throughout the night.
Her frame of mind darkened when she was shoveled into a big hotel suite with Darcy and a few assistants. She was then helped into a sexy French maid outfit while he donned a normal business suit with a waistcoat. She knew the role-play would be ghastly! She needed to get her hands on Lydia so that she could kill her.
The costume featured a flame-red corseted short skirt and a deep v-neck, black lace accents along the hem, trim and detailed side-lacing, garters, back zipper, ruffled lace panties, black ruffled lace sleeve bands with a red bow accent, black thigh-high fishnet stockings, white lace cap and white apron, a black feather duster and a pair of 4-inch high heels.
The assistant told them that the day’s challenge would be shot individually, inside several suites. An hour before their session, the assistants would come back to set up the lighting and explained the rules to them. For the time being, however, they would leave, locking them into the suite to relax.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
Once the assistants were gone, Darcy took Elizabeth’s hands, knelt in front of her and said, “Elizabeth, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken about your family like that. I’m …awkward with strangers and I’m… socially inept. That’s why Georgiana, Richard and Bingley always push me into big social functions, in the hope it will smooth out my rough edges. I I…like you a lot. I want to spend more time with you. I’ll try my best to get to know your family. Will you give me another chance? I can take a few days off, after the shooting. May I come and stay with you? Then we could get to know each other a bit better.”
Elizabeth wanted to shake him off, at first. But since he was apologizing, she let him continue. He did look sincere in his apology, and the fact that he was willing to come back to stay with her family again won him a huge brownie point.
“All right,” she conceded, “you may consider yourself to be on parole here. But one wrong move and I’ll send you packing.”
Darcy was so happy that he hugged her tightly and gave her the silliest grin. “And if I behave well, you will think about moving to Sydney with me soon? I’ll never forbid your family coming or you visiting them.”
“It’s way too early to think about that. Let’s see how we go for a few months before we talk about moving in together.”
Her reply put a dent in his happiness, but he reasoned that it was still a big step better than the day before.
He tried not to look at her, as she was so damn sexy in the French maid costume. They held hands and chatted comfortably for about an hour, until the production crew came in again.
“All right, we’re ready for you now. This is a role-play where we won’t give you any script. You two will walk into this set and we’ll have an actor here to play along with you. Denny here has a script about a scenario and he will prompt you on, but we won’t tell you what the scenario is until you walk in. If you find the role-play too silly and don’t say a word, you will lose the game and end up with a torture. The wittier and cheekier your role-play, the more points you will earn. We won’t ask you to do anything indecent. After all, we’re bound for free-to-air TV. We will show everyone’s role-play tomorrow. You can vote for your favourite one then. We have also invited some other people to judge the role-plays. All the scores will be added together to decide the winner. In the event of a tie, another role-play will be shot.
“Ok, ready? Let’s roll the camera for episode 3 with Darcy and Elizabeth.”
When Darcy and Elizabeth walked onto the set, Denny came forward, shook their hands and said, “Good that you’re here, Darcy and Elizabeth!”
“Thanks,” they replied.
“Okay, you two sit on the bed. Let me look at your CVs.”
Denny then sat on one of the chairs, a bit farther from the bed, “Husband and wife porn stars! How many porn movies have you two made together?”
Both Darcy and Elizabeth were speechless. They looked at each other. What kind of role-play was this?
Elizabeth recovered first and said, “Umh…Six. We’ve made six movies together.”
“Great! Tell me your six favourite positions then. I mean privately, not in the movies. You still shag each other privately, I suppose?” Denny winked.
Darcy was still speechless, so Elizabeth replied, “Oh, the other …night we had the …traditional missionary position, doggie style …woman on top …standing up, on the side and 69 position.” She turned bright red, thinking back to what they had done, the other night.
“Wow, you two sure know how to practise. So, Darcy, which parts of Elizabeth’s body do you like most?” Denny was scripted to get responses from both participants, and so he directed the question to him.
“Umh…the chest. Definitely her chest,” Darcy said, glancing sideways at Elizabeth’s barely contained breasts in the corset.
“What do you like about her breasts?”
“Umh…very firm…and soft to sq…touch.”
“Are they good to suckle?”
Darcy turned bright red and wanted to explode.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Do you like to suckle Elizabeth’s breasts?”
“Yes!”
“And what do they taste like?”
Darcy wanted to smash Denny’s head. He replied reluctantly, “Strawberry.”
“I can see a good glimpse of her breasts here, but not the strawberries. What a pity!” Denny joked and received a glare from Darcy.
“So, this is a production about a French aristocrat taking advantage of his maid. Darcy, you stated on your CV that you speak French. Use the formal tense, as you’re the master. Can you give me a few dirty lines?”
“Umh…Ouvrez vos pattes.”
“Open your legs!” Denny translated. He must have been selected to host the role-play because he could speak French. “Good. A few more?”
“Repliez sur la table.”
“Bend over the table! Excellent! How about ‘You have big tits’?”
“Il y a du monde au balcon.”
“Cool. Now, Elizabeth, it says here that you don’t speak French, right?’
“Correct.”
“Pas de problème. No problem. Here is the script for the screen test.”
“Cut! Okay, we’ll give you 10 minutes to read the script. You don’t need to memorize it as actors are allowed to hold scripts when they do a screen test. When you’re supposed to carry out an action – for instance, if there is kissing involved – you don’t actually need to kiss if you don’t want to, I suppose, but for a real-life screen test, of course, a real kiss would be needed. We know you’re just participants on this game show, so you may not be
