"Miss Burke, please come this way. The producer and director will see you
now. Take off your shoes before you go in please." Peculiar about the shoes
she thought, but they'd asked the girl before her to do the same. Maybe they
had some expensive Persian carpets or something. The other girl had dashed
out after only a few minutes, clutching her shoes and sobbing, but that just
made Stacy more optimistic that the part wasn't already gone.
Another day, another audition. "Under the Whip", some sort of film about
horse racing she supposed. She didn't quite know what they wanted so she'd
gone for elegant and minimalist, a slinky blue dress. It sounded like it was
quite a big part though... maybe a real break! The secretary closed the door
behind her. The two men in the room were power-dressed and looked cool and
calculating even though the air was very warm.
"Sit." She sat.
"We want someone sexy for the role. Show us sexy, but if it looks trashy
you're out." Not a problem, Stacy thought to herself. She pulled the dress
down to a more demure ankle-hugging height and pouted and posed a little.
The two men looked at each other. The taller one nodded almost
"We need a screen test. The part calls for a lot of damsel-in-distress
scenes. You will be kidnapped, tied up, that sort of thing. " He opened a
drawer and pulled out some kinky leather bondage gear and a load of white
rope. This'll be fun, thought Stacy as they tied her wrists and ankles
together. "I can do that." she said as they cinched the knots tighter. She
squirmed around and muttered "Oh help!" a couple of times.
"Mmmm." said the taller man, who Stacy guessed was probably the director
because he'd just pulled out a small camera and was filming her. "It's not
giving me zing, Ed. I need zing, Ed, you know that. And she keeps smiling.
Ed, do something about the smiles. "
Ed must be the producer, thought Stacy. Shorter but very powerfully built,
he pulled a long multi-bladed whip from the drawer and stepped over to
Stacy. "What're you going to do with that?" she teased. Ed flicked the whip
out at her rump, not hard, but hard enough to sting. A few more swats, but
nothing too hot to handle. "Better, Ed, better..." said the director. Stacy
smiled, knowing this one was probably in the bag. That silly tramp before
her must have gone apeshit at about this point and run out crying. Stupid
"... but she's still got than damn smile. Lay it into her will you?" For the
first time, Ed smiled. It was a thin smile, a psycho's smile. A scream split
the air at the next blow of the whip. Stacy felt like someone had just
dragged red-hot wires across her backside. The thin dress provided no
protection at all against the whip that producer Ed was really laying into
her. She howled as the next blow drove in, gave Ed such a look of hatred.
"God DAMN!" said the director. "We got our star, Ed. You can send the others
away. Ed... ED! You can stop whipping her now Ed! ED!"