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Chapter 81
Though Blake was gay, watching Jenny while she was shooting the climactic sex scene with Richard Riley got to him a little. As usual, they had to shoot the scene over and over and over, and watching Jenny and Riley caress each other and roll around in the bed
perked up an interest he wasn't sure how to handle.
He wondered a little how Jenny would have made out in the scene if she hadn't been brought up as a nudist. Though the American version of the film would be carefully cut to avoid showing Jenny's bare breasts, they were also shooting the European version that
afternoon, and though the American viewer in the theater wouldn't see much more than Jenny's bare back and the top of her bare butt, the crew in the studio was seeing a whole lot more.
Jenny was really composed, and really into her character, he thought. Even he found it hard to tell that Jenny had little serious interest in the scene, although he knew it was the case. The same couldn't be said for Riley; Jenny was getting to him before the afternoon
was over with, and the scenes kept getting more passionate. "If Jenny were anyone else, I might not be taking her home tonight," Blake thought.
"O.K., cut," the director called finally. "What's a wrap for today."
If Riley thought that he didn't quite want to quit yet, he wasn't given much choice. He soon found himself being supported by thin air as Jenny swung out of bed. "You think you shot this damn scene enough?" she said to the director.
"Well, it's one of the pivotal scenes," the director said, fading for the back of the studio. Blake could pick up on Jenny's disgust with him as she headed for her own dressing room, wearing only panties, leaving Riley without a chance to get a word in edgewise.
In a few minutes, she was back, wearing jeans and a blouse. "Come on, Blake," she said. "Let's get out of here. I've had enough of this place for today."
It was the first time that Blake had seen Jenny really upset in months, but he thought he knew why: they had shot the scene over and over and over, each time trying to get it a little dirtier. "Pivotal scene, my ass," Jenny said as soon as they were in the car. "Simple
gratuitous sex, just to punch the damn turkey up to make it deserve an `R' rating. That goddamn Riley smells like a goat, and he's about as horny."
"I did think they overdid it a little," Blake commented neutrally.
"I don't know why these sons of bitches think they've got to have an `R' rating to make money," Jenny continued her tirade. "It's a proven fact that good `G' rated movies make out like bandits. People still like to take their kids to movies. There's nothing in this story
line that needs a scene like that. A chaste kiss under an apple tree, the way they did it back in the thirties and forties, conveys every bit as much message as it will having Riley paw me all afternoon. Why the hell don't they make movies like that any more."
"Disney does," Blake commented.
"And Disney makes out like a bandit," Jenny said. "That proves my point. And even they're starting to miss the point a little. Why take a perfectly good story, add blood and guts and sex and dirty it up unnecessarily? Hell, I could make a better movie than that, and
make more money."
"Maybe you ought to," Blake said. "There's no reason you couldn't produce your own movie. Maybe even direct it, like Striesand."
"I know for sure I could do a better job of directing than that idiot," Jenny went on. "I'm not a sicko, like that bastard. That's the last time I'm doing a movie with him, no matter what Knox comes up with, and that's the last time I do a movie like that, no matter how
much money is involved. I don't need the money, and I don't need the aggravation. Why the hell can't someone come up with a good action-adventure script that isn't blood, guts, and sex? You don't need them to get an audience on the edge of their seats. Maybe I'll just stick to
doing rock videos, although some of them are getting pretty bad."
"You don't have to lecture me," Blake said. "I agree with you a hundred percent. But, they don't write scripts like that. Somebody tries to write a clean film, and it doesn't get out of square one. I know; I tried to be a script writer, but start with a decent script, and they
keep wanting to punch it up, and soon, you're looking at an "R" rating.
"The beauty of the whole thing," Jenny smiled, "Is that I don't have to do another one like that. I mean, with this one, my sentence is over, and I don't have to do another one if I don't want to."
That was a better mood, Blake thought. This was a healthy mad for her, and she seemed to be getting over it. And you couldn't blame her for being mad, after all.
"That's true," Blake said. "Knox will have other ideas, though."
"Fuck Knox. He's the one that talked me into this turkey, anyway."
"Thanks, I'd rather not, either," Blake said. He knew that Jenny had once had to, back when she was getting started; it was one of the prices she'd had to pay, and she'd endured it until she was big enough that she didn't have to any more. "I mean, I may be gay, but
I'm not that desperate."
Jenny laughed at that one. "Let's not be in any big hurry," she said, "But with all the reading you're doing, why don't you keep your eyes open for a story that might be something like what we're talking about? Maybe try a quick treatment? If it looks like it could be
something, maybe I could take an option on it."
"Probably about done reading for a while," Blake said. "You've only got about a week to go on this movie, and then there's the tour, and then Spearfish Lake."
"There's no hurry on it," Jenny said. "I don't even really want to start thinking about it for a while. But, there is something that we do have to think about. We need costumes for both of us for the Halloween Party in Spearfish Lake, and that's something I want you to
pull together before we take off on the tour."
"I don't have to go with you to the party," Blake said.
"I want you to," Jenny said. "It's a good way to get to know Spearfish Lake, and some of the people. I haven't been to one in three years now, and I've always been sorry I've had to miss them. It'll be good to make this one. It'll make me feel like I'm coming home."
"Well, I suppose."
"Look, you're not going as my bodyguard, you're going as my friend," Jenny said. "I don't want you to feel like a stranger when we move back there."
"I'll do what you want," Blake said. Besides, her mood was so much better now that he was in no mood to argue. "What do you want to do for a costume? Something Halloweeny?"
"Let's not get too far out," Jenny said. "There'll be plenty of far out costumes there. I mean, with all the costuming talent in this town, we could come up with something that would blow people away, but I don't want to overshadow people by doing that. Just something
that's recognizably a costume, but one where I still look like me. Nothing too sexy, either."
"That might not be too hard," Blake said. "Look, while you're shooting tomorrow, I'll talk to a guy I know in wardrobe. He'll probably have better ideas than I'd have."
