Nefrititi And The Making Of A King

The morning after the pool party, I sulked around my apartment, hating myself for what I did and had to endure. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I knew I couldn’t tell anyone that sordid tale. I cried off and on all morning, feeling sorry for myself. After lunch and a nap, I sat on the couch and opened the movie ***********s Mr. French had given me. The first one is “Nefrititi And The Making of a King” and the second is “Nefrititi and Virgins of the Nile.” I was to play the queen of Egypt in the first two movies. I opened the ***********, and the first scene was the queen welcoming eight warriors who would try to woo the queen and become the next king.

I had some dialogue where I addressed the men, and then it said “love scene.” I wondered what that meant. Nothing was spelled out, but I figured maybe it was with the warrior who beat out the others. I opened the *********** for “Virgins of the Nile,” I welcomed the of-age virgin men from the city to my chambers and urged them to impregnate the young women of childbearing age to replace the population of men lost by war. I had a page of dialogue, and then it said the ceremony for the virgins begins, but it didn’t spell out what that would entail.

It looked pretty benign, so I curled up and took a nap. When I woke, I received a text from Mr. Habel saying we were rehearsing and shooting the first movie on Tuesday. The first scene would be rehearsed and shot in the morning, and the second would be shot after lunch.

‘What happens in the “love scene”? I inquired.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t seen the ***********. I would imagine you in bed with an actor,” he replied.

“Am I having sex with this man?” I asked.

“It can be real or simulated,” he responded.

“I see,” I answered.”

“ I want to take you shopping tomorrow on Rodeo Blvd. You have to start doing public appearances this Saturday. Plus, I may have a commercial for you this week. It’s a German beer company,” He said

“Oh, wow, cool,” I replied, perking up a bit.

My driver picked me up the next day, and we went to Rodeo Blvd. I met Mr. Habel, and we shopped at all the high-end shops. We bought leather micro skirts, plaid micro skirts, micro dresses, and see-through dresses. We also bought see-through tops, chain tops, see-through tube tops, and lace crop tops. And then I got the shoes, six-inch heels, black knee-high clogs; I got everything I wanted. The back of my limo was full of boxes as I drove home. I opened the boxes like it was Christmas morning, trying on my outfits and shoes. For a moment, I was in heaven.

Tuesday came, and I was so nervous as my driver picked me up. I arrived at the studio and met Mr. Habel.

“Are you ready, Rebecca?