like it belonged to a frat boy who gobbled calories for sport.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed about your food choices, Joy,” Prissy said with a sniff. There was a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and she was wearing a silk robe that barely covered her assets. If she moved just the right way, Joy was going to know if she preferred a Brazilian or a bikini wax. “Honestly, it explains a lot about your complexion. But it is a miracle you don’t weigh more. Tell me, do you have a problem with purging? Because if you do, I know someone you can talk to.”
“I don’t purge,” Joy said through clenched teeth. “And that wasn’t my garbage.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Prissy said, patting her arm. “You’re just embarrassing yourself now.”
Joy turned to the PA. “I’ll be in the makeup tent if you need me for anything.”
“All right. Check in with wardrobe, too. There’s been a change in plan for the scene you’re shooting this morning.”
Joy was in too big a hurry to worry about what had changed. She just needed to get away from Prissy, the most condescending, immature person Joy had ever met. After checking in with Sam at the makeup tent, who was pleased to see that her skin had cleared up, she headed next door to the wardrobe tent.
“Hey,” she said to Vince, the movie’s stylist. The short brunette was wearing skinny jeans and a vest with a bowtie and looked as adorable as ever. “I heard you needed me.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Vince hurried over to a rack and pulled out a hanger with two scraps of leather hanging from the hook. “I need you to try this on.”
Joy took the hanger and stared open-mouthed at what she assumed was a leather bra and G-string. Only it was hard to tell since mostly they were just strips of leather. “You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am,” he said, nodding. “There’s been a change with the sex scene. Finn wants your character to explore a fetish for the first time with the love interest. The new script is over there on the table.” He took the hanger from her and then started holding the triangles of fabric up against her breasts.
“That’s barely going to cover my nipples,” Joy said, grimacing at him. “Don’t you have a sexy corset and thigh-high boots around here or something?” There was a note of panic in her tone that even she noticed.
“Not one for a dominatrix. There’s a white lace one and a sexy red number, but Prissy has already worn them. We can’t have it looking like you borrowed your daughter’s clothes to seduce a younger man. That’s just a step too far.”
“Seduce?” Joy squeaked out. “I thought he was the one doing the seducing?” Joy’s character was strong and confident, but when it came to getting naked with the love interest, her character was supposed to be hesitant due to past experiences. Joy could not imagine a scenario where her character would be wearing leather and acting like a dominatrix. She hurried over to the table and grabbed the script. After scanning the scene, she let out a groan. “This is going to be a disaster.”
“It’ll be funny, Joy. Come on. It’s not that big of a deal,” Vince said, pulling out a pair of lacy thigh-high stockings. He gave her a kind smile. “You’ll stuff yourself into this outfit and blunder around the stage for a while, and then it will be over. No acting needed.”
“You’ve got that right.” Joy had been willing to try many things to get her husband interested in her over the past several years, but leather and whips hadn’t been one of them. Mainly because Paul would’ve never gone for that. She glanced at the pages again. “It says here I’m supposed to tie him to a horse. What the hell? Why is there suddenly a horse in this movie, and why would I do that?”
Vince snickered. “I’m sure that means a bondage horse, Joy. Like a sawhorse, only padded and big enough for a human to drape themselves over it.”
“Oh. Oh! That’s… not where I saw this movie going,” she said, her voice trailing off as she tried to understand why Finn wanted to go that direction. “I thought this was supposed to be an emotional flick, not slapstick. Because that’s what this scene is going to turn into if you guys put me in that.” She pointed to the skimpy outfit in his hands.
“It’s just