It's My Life (Filming Rhiannon. Book 1) Page 8

  “No, I am okay,” she mutters back distracted. It’s good to witness a speechless Grace, it doesn’t happen very often.

  Once I have ordered, and collected the coffee, I take Grace up to my dressing room.

  Again I open the door, and her mouth drops open. This is becoming quite a habit for her today, and I will have to take advantage of this.

  “Rhiannon, this is something else. It’s amazing.” she says as she runs her hand over my sofa. “This is just yours?” she asks in disbelief.

  “Yeah, I even get my own bathroom.” I say opening the bathroom door. I think she is just about ready to pass out at this stage.

  “This is amazing. I want this house.”

  “You can always apply for a job here.” I hint again.

  “Rhi, you know I can’t do that. Anyway, where is this studio?” she asks diverting my attention so I won’t go on at her.

  I lead her to the studio I have been using and as soon as the door is open, Grace is off, swinging on the pole.

  “Grace, do you actually know what you're doing?” I ask her, worried for her safety.

  “No, but I can learn.” she shouts back, totally humiliating herself on the pole.

  I slowly take my shoes off and walk towards the podium.

  “Okay Grace, you have to pay attention then.” I say trying to get her to stand still on the podium.

  She continues swinging on the pole, “Grace,” I shout trying to grab her attention. She finally stops to look at me, “Thank you, now can you pay attention?” I ask her.

  “Yeah, sorry,” she responds as she steps away from the podium, with a mischievous smile.

  “You need to pay attention so you don’t hurt yourself.” I explain.

  “I'm listening,” she promises, holding her hands up in defeat.

  “Okay, first I am going to teach you the 'Bumslide to standing'.” I say to her.

  “What on earth is that?”

  “I do plan on explaining, if you be patient.” I say trying not to laugh. This lady is not patient at all.

  “Okay, are you going to get up and show me what to do?” she asks me. Did I say she’s impatient?

  “Oh no, I told you I wasn’t doing it. I am resting today; I will talk you through it.” I say as I walk towards a chair the other side of the room.

  “That isn’t fair.” she moans at me.

  “What’s not fair is you dragging me in to work, on my day off to do some pole dancing, when that’s all I’ve done. I’m only doing it because you're my sister.” I tell her hoping she feels bad for dragging me here, and with emotional blackmail.

  “I'm sorry I dragged you down here.” she says looking guilty.

  “I'm not, I am ready to see you get beaten by the pole.” I say laughing, trying to lighten the mood.

  “You think this pole will beat me?” she asks sarcastically, pointing to the pole that looks innocent, but is very offending.

  “Oh I know it will.” I say confidently.

  “Bring it on,” she says jumping up.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay, you going to talk me through this Bumslide what you call it move?” she asks radiating excitement.

  “It’s called 'Bumslide to standing',” I correct her, “And yes, we are doing it now. I need you to hold the bar above your head, and just slide down the bar and backup.” I explain the move to her.

  “Well, that sounds easy.”

  “If it sounds easy, get it done.” I say pointing to the pole.

  She jumps on her feet, and up the podium.

  She stands at the bar and performs the move, wrongly, but she still does it.

  “Grace, you need to separate your feet shoulder width.” I correct her stance.

  She corrects her stance and is soon doing it correctly.

  “Okay, we will do a harder one.” I say raising the game a little. I am determined to get that pole to beat her.

  “This one is called 'Yogini'. You need to make sure the bar is behind your right shoulder, bring your arm round, so it’s like your arm is wrapped around the bar.” I exclaim as she follows instructions.

  “Now you need to raise your feet behind you, and hold your ankles behind your back.” I finish.

  “I can’t do that; my feet won’t be on the floor,” she says a little confused. I laugh at her response.

  “Grace, that’s the point. Come on – the pole won’t win remember.” I say quoting her.

  “I can’t do this,” she complains.

  “If I can do it, you can.” I try encouraging her.

  “It can’t be done.” she says pretty adamant.

  “Yes it can,” I defend.

  “You do it then,” she says as she steps off the podium.

  I walk over to the bar and show her how it’s done.

  “Wow, that is pretty amazing.” she says speechless as I hold the move.

  “Yeah, I did say it could be done. Now your turn.”

  She proceeds to do it, and fails epically.

  Now we are both rolling about on the floor laughing uncontrollably at her attempts.

  “That is not easy.”

  “Do you mean to tell me the pole has won?” I ask trying to bring my laughing under control.

  “Hell no, once I stop laughing, I’m going at it again.”

  “How I'm glad to hear that. You are so funny up there.”

  “Oh piss off,” she shoots back.

  “Be nice or I’ll get my camera out.” I threaten.

  She gets back to the pole once her laughing fit has passed. I however am still too busy laughing, I have tears streaming down my face.

  Grace finally walks back over to me, hands on her hips looking pissed off. I stop laughing when I notice she is not joking.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask not knowing what’s caused her sudden mood swing.

  “I just done the move on the pole, but you were too busy laughing, you missed it.” she says in all seriousness. Her reply makes me laugh yet again.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks like I have just offended her.

  “You sounded so serious.”

  “I am serious.”

  “You can do it again.” I defend.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? That damn pole is dangerous. My arms are killing.”

  “I know, that is why I don’t want to go near that thing today. Are you going to do it again?” I ask.

  “Am I fuck, it’s a killer.” she says as she throws her body to the floor, as I continue my laughing, “And will you stop laughing at me.”

  “I'm sorry, but you're so funny. Are you going to do it again or not?”

  “You're a pain in the ass, I will do it again if you are actually going to pay attention, because it hurts.” she moans.

  “I promise,”

  She huffs at me and goes back to the podium. She proceeds to do the move, and she actually does do the move. She doesn’t have the angle of her legs right, but I am not going to criticize her. For a first timer she is doing better than me.

  Once she completes it, she walks back over to me smiling.

  “That was amazing.” I say truthfully.

  “Thank you, it really is a lot harder than it looks.”

  “I know; so would you say the pole won or lost?” I ask already knowing the answer.

  “The pole lost of course.” she says smugly.

  “Of course, because you're not in pain right now are you?”

  “I am in a bit of pain actually, friction burn on my shoulder blade, and my legs were not made to bend backwards.” she says rolling her shoulders.

  “So the pole won?”

  “No, I did the move. I won simple.” she says putting an end to that debate. Her reply makes me laugh, she takes things so seriously some times. It has been ages since I was laughing this hard, and I bet money that I was laughing at Grace the last time too, I just can’t remember why, there have been that many times.

  As I try to calm my laughing down some one knocks on the stud
io door and walks in. My laughter ceases when I see Mr. Braxton stood there, although I am slightly relieved to see he is wearing his smile. I thought he would be pretty mad after yesterday.

  “Urm, Mr. Braxton.” I say speechlessly, and apologetic.

  “Rhiannon, nice to see you. Am I to presume this is your friend?” he asks professionally. No sign of rejection.

  “Yes. Mr. Braxton this is Grace. Grace this is Mr. Braxton, my boss.” I say introducing them both to each other, raising my eyebrows to Grace, silently daring her to say something inappropriate.

  “Nice to meet you Mr. Braxton.” Grace says shaking his hand.

  “Nice to meet you too Grace.” he says smiling at her. He turns to look at me, “Someone reported noise coming from the studio, so I had to check it out.” he explains.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, we can leave if you need us to.” I say hoping we won’t get told off.

  “No need, Cassie says you can use the studio when you want. I just needed to check it out. It was nice meeting you Grace, Rhiannon, can I see you outside a minute please?” he asks as he walks out the door.

  Once he notices I’m not following, he stops to look at me, “Rhiannon?” he prompts. I glance at Grace, and see her looking at Mr. Braxton with her mouth wide open.

  “Grace” I whisper. She looks at me, and snaps her mouth shut.

  I look back towards Kaleb, and he is stood waiting for me.

  “Rhiannon, a word please.” he repeats.

  “I'll be with you in a minute, can I just have a word with Grace please?” I ask him.

  “Sure, I will be right outside.” he says as he points to the door. I nod at him, as he turns on his heels and shuts the door.

  “Rhiannon, what are you doing?” Grace asks me.

  “No, Grace what are you doing? Pick your fucking chin of the floor. You can’t eye my boss like that.”

  “Someone has too, it doesn’t look like you’re going to, and he is seriously fucking hot.”

  “I'm not bringing you back here if that’s all you’re going to do.” I inform her.

  “Rhi, stop complaining, and go see what he wants will you. I wouldn’t mind jumping his bones.” she says with a wicked grin.

  “Grace, inappropriate.” I scold her.

  “Stop complaining, and get your ass out there.” she says pushing me towards the door.

  I push her off, “I'm going, you don’t need to man handle me.” I say as I reach the door. She reaches over me, and pulls the door open, and shoves me through it. Kaleb is pacing the hall, his hands in his jeans pockets. He stops and turns to face me as Grace slams the door shut.

  I stand up straight, and fix my now messed up clothes. “Kaleb” I breath.

  “Rhiannon.” he greets again. He slowly stalks towards me, and stops in front of me.

  “Rhiannon, I want to know if you would join me for a drink.”

  I want to look away, but his eyes are calling to me.

  “Kaleb, I don’t think that would be wise.”

  “Who says we have to be wise. It’s just a drink Rhiannon.”

  “I don’t drink Kaleb.” I say thinking of an excuse I can use.

  “Don’t have to drink alcohol.” he throws back.

  “Kaleb, I don’t think we should interact outside of work. I need this job, and I would like to keep it.”

  He takes his eyes away from mine, and looks at the far wall. “fine have it your way,” he says before he passes me, narrowly missing me as he strops away, leaving me stood like an idiot in the hall way. That was easier that I though.

  I push my way back into the room, where I know Grace is waiting for me. Time to face her, because I just know she won’t let this drop.

  As soon as the door closes, Grace is on her feet and stood next to me, “Oh my god,” she says, not giving me time to breath.

  “What?” I ask her, I have a few ideas of what she’s about to say, but she could help narrow my long list down. It would help me out a little. Is she referring to the fact he wanted me to join him for a drink, the fact I declined, or the fact she finds him good looking?

  “What? Are you blind?” she screeches at me like I have lost a head.

  “No, would you like to give me an indication about what you're talking about please?” I ask. She really needs to narrow this list down.

  “Rhi, he probably has this building fitted with cameras in almost all rooms, and he has security, possibly his own personal guard. He had no reason to make a call down here, his smile said it all. I think someone has a crush.” she goads me.

  “Do not be so absurd. This is his building; he has every reason to be down here.” I reply back, trying to divert her attention. This is hard enough without her adding to the mix. I just want to do my job, go home at the end of the day, and live my life. I don’t want my personal life mixing with my work life.

  “Rhi, I love you, but girl you are blind. He has the hots for you, and he is pretty hot himself.” she says fanning herself.

  “Grace don’t be stupid, he is my boss and has to look after his employees and building.”

  “So what about the drink offer? And what did he want just then?” she asks knowing she has me, but I am still going to try and blag her head.

  “Grace, he is probably trying to be friendly. Stop with your wild imagination.”

  “You didn’t tell me what he wanted just then.” she points out impatiently.

  “He just asked me for a drink again, but I told him no. Honestly Grace just drop it please, it won’t ever happen.”

  “Okay Rhi, whatever you say.” she says in defeat. Honestly, I don’t know where she gets her crazy ideas from. Although, I do have a sneaky suspicion she is right, but I can’t let her know that. I also know she won’t drop it that easily, but I will enjoy the peace for now.

  “Grace, have you finished on the pole yet?” I ask wondering if she's ready to go home yet. I know I have had enough for today, but I will leave it up to Grace.

  “No, I want you to show me a few first.” she says, using her normal trick of batting her long lashes at me.

  “Grace, please don’t do that.” I plead with her. I haven’t got the energy to fight with the stupid pole.

  “If you love me, you will do it.” she says playing unfair.

  “You don’t fight fair.” I say in a pout, as I slowly walk up to the podium.

  “If I am going to do this, you have to do it after.” I say, as I start my first move.

  I start by wrapping my right arm around the pole. I clench my muscles, so my arms are tightly wrapping around the pole. I then slowly, leg by leg, lift them up, and wrap my arms around them. I straighten my legs, so my knees are literally touching my head.

  “That Grace is a 'Teddy Pike', your turn,” I direct releasing my legs, and return standing up right, as I point to the pole beside me.

  She gives its it a good go, but we both end up laughing at her attempts.

  “Fuck,” Grace moans, as she lets her legs go.

  “Hard isn’t it?” I ask her.

  She moans her agreement as she throws herself to the floor.

  “Can we go now?” I ask, I really don’t want to do any more moves today.

  “Yeah, I am not in a rush to touch the pole again. I need to go home and have a long soak in the bath.” she moans at me. I laugh a little at her reply. I did tell her she would hurt, but Grace just had to have a go, and I do love her for her enthusiasm, even if she does frustrate me at times.

  “Come on, let’s go home.” I say walking towards her. She relents, and together we leave the studio.

  I have been at my job for two weeks now, and I have done all the bar scenes. I don’t have to do any more pole dancing, or lap dancing. That thought cheers me up. I have never been so bruised or sore in all my life. My body is aching, and was screaming at me for release. It has never been abused as much. I don’t know how long it will last for, but I am enjoying not having to use the pole.

  Today however, I have to do a hotel
scene with Jase, which I am nervous about, heck nervous doesn’t come close. I have to get naked, and that does scare me. Not many people have seen me naked, but once this goes out, it will be everywhere. Fear is controlling my body at the moment, but I can’t let it show. I have to paste my famous smile on, and carry on with the movie.

  I am currently sat in my dressing room in a short pale blue dress. It is quite revealing, but it is supposed to be alluring, so I guess they have it right. The dress just covers my ass, if I bend down, I will flash everyone, it also has a short back, and revealing front, that only just holds my boobs in place. My hair is swept to the side, and held in place by a little cream comb, and my face is covered with a light dusting of makeup, kept minimal.

  Today my scene is after a clubbing scene with Crystal, and we bump in to Jase and Blake at the club. I have read my script, and Jase drags me back to a hotel for sex. I have been promised my nudity will not be shown in the movie, but I know everyone in the room will see me.

  I have to go down to set in a minute, I am just waiting for Jase. He meets me at my dressing room before filming and we walk down together. He is a very nice, kind guy, and we have become good friends. He is always on hand to reassure me, and he makes filming fun.

  Kaleb, well Kaleb is a different matter. He has since asked me out for drinks again. I am sticking to what I believe in, and I won’t accept his offer. He is persistent though, and he doesn’t seem to be giving up.

  I caught him once talking to Jase, and it looked like a heated conversation, and when I asked Jase he told me it was for going of script. I don’t think it was that, but I did let it drop. After that Kaleb tried to persuade me to join him for a drink, but again, I declined, which he didn’t take too well. Apparently he was mad at all the staff for the rest of the day. That man does need a reality check. Why is it so important I go out for drinks with him? I just don’t get him. He needs to pay attention to someone else, because he is starting to wear me down.

  Right on que my door opens and Jase sticks his hear round the door.

  “You ready Rhi?” he asks me.

  “Yeah, I’ll just grab my key and I’m ready.” I say as I walk to the dressing table to grab my key. I put my robe on, and head towards the door.