TG explained the scene to Britney. In addition to the usual sex, blood was going to pour onto the mannequin, followed by feathers. (I just kept repeating, “If it didn’t, the scene would not make sense.”) [And the rest of us just kept saying, “Of course it is. What else would do?”]
When it was time, TG’s assistant, Sturgeon Court would stand in the elevator shaft, and when the scene was over, would pour blood and feathers all over the mannequin. Lucky imagined a realtor trying to sell the loft, saying things like, “Other than the bloodstains, this place is perfect!” Of course we weren’t going to allow the blood to sully the floor. Ninn Worx [and thus “Venus Girls” – DM is still confused about this whole Distributor vs. Producer thing.] leaves its sets as clean or cleaner than we find them! Lucky and some of the crew affixed clear plastic to the floor of the elevator to make the clean-up easier! [Oddly enough this was one of the very few things during the day that made perfect sense to me.]
Britney posed for Pretty Girl photos, using the mannequin as an erotic prop; then TG demonstrated the Medusa-like, sensual dance she wanted Britney to do. [Lorraine could potentially have some other Semi-Medusa-Like qualities, (although she seems to just turn a specific part of men to stone) but since it’s very likely she’ll read this little report, we’ll just meander off of this subject rather quickly.]
Britney watched closely, but said that she could dance more easily if she could listen to music. We didn’t have a boom box handy, but the grip truck parked inside the studio had a state-of-the-art stereo system. Did they have anything “Industrial” Britney asked? Absolutely! And Industrial music gushed from the truck’s speakers as Britney moved easily to the beat. (I’m glad Brit didn’t need to ask me for music. I only have Partridge Family, Rick Springfield, and Cher in my car!) [Think Fifth Amendment, DM. They can’t make you admit these things.]
Crew guys opened the wooden elevator doors to reveal Britney moving to the music inside. As she danced, Britney erotically licked the bird cage, trying to kiss the mannequin’s lips, while seductively stroking and touching the mannequin. [Right. Well she probably has lots of practice with a very similar mannequin in her living room. We generally keep ours right over by the television set, just like everybody else.]
Michael Ninn and Tall Goddess sat side by side watching the monitors. Michael said the Industrial beat reminded him of the Mike Myers “Sprockets” skit from the old Saturday Night Live TV show. Since “Sprockets” is a send-up of German television, Michael attempted to explain it to German TG. “Now iss the time on Sprockets ven ve dance!” Michael exclaimed in a perfect “Dieter” accent. “Touch my monkey! Love him; touch him!” I was rolling on the floor. We’ll have to get a DVD for TG! [And we have to work a nap for Michael into the next TG shoot.]
When the dance was over, Britney took a break and Tall Goddess helped her off with her feather neck corset. Brit had been brave, but the corset was amazingly uncomfortable. Besides, the feathers reached her mouth and she kept licking them by mistake. “The feathers taste terrible!” Brit complained good-naturedly. TG licked one. “No doubt!” she said. And she promised that Britney wouldn’t have to wear the collar longer than necessary. [You have to love an empathetic Director, don’t you?]
It was time for the scene to begin, and TG gave directions to Britney and to porn stud Alec Knight. She wanted a lot of teasing in the beginning, a lot of kissing and false starts. They could do that! Then Britney went down on Alec. The collar made it difficult for her to move, and the feathers were probliatic, so the wardrobe mistress cut some of the front feathers off. “You can take it off on camera,” TG said. “Thank God!” Britney exclaimed, and whipped it off as soon as TG directed her to.
It was late, and Alec had been on set all day. He was having some problis, so tried Levitra to help him out a bit. We waited, but it didn’t work. Hey, it happens to everyone every once in a while. No harm, no foul. Luckily, stills cameraman Mario Rossi is also talent and he always has a current HIV test with him. He said he’d be more than happy to jump into the scene! [That loveable cad, he. By the way, no matter how many times those of us that have been on set hundreds of times, and seen this happen to the vast majority of men in the business at one time or another, try to explain to an actress that the “probli” really has nothing at all to do with her, they still seem to take it personally. DM managed to capture exactly how the poor women in this situation feel.]
