The Greatest Lie Part 9

"Sure, it was fine. He wasn’t any rougher than some of my real clients. And it was sexy hearing you read my lines. It helped me get through it."

"How weird is that, getting fucked in front of a bunch of spectators?" Tran shrugged. "You know, there’ll be a lot more tomorrow."

"I didn’t really think about it after I started. I just listened to you and Pavel. We’ll be fine. You’re a good actress."

After she was dressed, we went to Pavel’s office. He and another guy, the director, Yuri, were watching Tran’s tape. "Good performance, Tran. I’m not worried about you either, Alexandra. You’re so good I wish it had been the final. You even got some emotion out of that loser Andre. If only Ricardo knew how to read, much less act."

Tran’s performance was convincing, and my line reading sounded natural and realistic. It appeared that she was really suffering pain and humiliation at the hands and cock of Andre. When she repeated my dialogue reading, it sounded fresh and real. Pavlov made a few comments, suggesting occasional eye contact with the camera to help the audience identify with the character. "But just momentary eye contact, like a futile plea for help to an equally powerless bystander. The audio is weak, but it doesn’t matter, we’ll have the set sound-boomed tomorrow. And don’t worry about the lighting. Tomorrow, you’ll wish you’d put on sunscreen, indoors. Tran, that’s outstanding work for a first timer." He handed us a couple hundred bucks each. "Expense money. Enjoy! I know the rehearsal was part of the contract, but your work was above and beyond. Get a nice dinner and hotel, have some fun, and I’ll see you here at 10:00 a.m. for hair and make up. You’ll meet your partners at noon, and we start shooting with Alexandra a 1:00 p.m. If you have the energy, it wouldn’t hurt to watch this again." He handed me the tape.