Hunter and the Starlet F/F

Postby Waistknot » Sat Mar 19, 2016 8:37 am

“Where have you been? I’ve waiting for my Cherry Bomb for, like forever.”
“I’m sorry Nina,” said Hunter, “Craft service didn’t have any so I had to run across the street to the 7-11.”
“No excuses, give it! And stop calling me Nina, I’m Miss Banner to you,” the teen starlet said in an English accent.
“Yes Miss Banner.”

She grabbed the drink bottle from her hand. Hunter winced a little. She was excited to be working in Hollywood when her Aunt got her this job after graduating from college, but her first day had been an un-ending nightmare. She was assigned to assist Nina Banner, an upcoming young star. Nina’s on-screen persona was that of a sweet innocent nerd who was always getting into scrapes, but in real life she was a tyrant of ego, insecurity and as Hunter was quickly learning, batshit crazy.

“God dammit, this Cherry Bomb is fucking tepid, I asked for five degrees fucking celsius, are you eager to be unemployed.”
“I’m sorry N… Miss Banner, that was all they had?”
“And you didn’t think to go to another store?”
Hunter cowered at Nina’s rage. Trying not to look the young celeb in the eye as she had been warned against.
“I, I was already late and I thought maybe you could put it in your refrigerator.”
“Stupid twat, by the time it got cold you could have gone to the Cherry Bomb fucking factory and made one.”
“I’m sorry miss Banner. It won’t happen again.”
“Bloody right it won’t, cause you’re going to be out of a job and on the bus back to fucking Oklabama or wherever bumble fuck you’re from.”
Hunter’s eye betrayed her with a small tear.
“Actually, I’m from Torrence.”
“Same thing. Alright, alright, don’t start bawling like the last girl, I won’t have you fired… yet. But you owe me.”
“Thank you Miss Banner.”
“Oh shut up. Now go get some rope, script says I have to tie-up Veronica on-camera and fucking David won’t listen to reason. I have to learn to tie a fucking knot.”

Hunter brushed the tear from her cheek as she hurried from Nina’s trailer to the grip truck.

“Hi, is this the grip truck?”
Tyler sat on the lift gate of the truck, smoking a cigarette. He flicked it and looked down at the new PA. She had a petite round face with big cartoony eyes behind large glasses and light brown hair tied in a ponytail. Her eyes had a hint of an Asian shape to them and her skin was coffee, three creamers. She had some nice legs going up into her black mini skirt, but her frumpy clothes after that made the rest of her body a mystery.

His head gave a hint of a nod.

“um do you guys have any, um rope?”
“What do you need with rope?”
“Miss Banner needs it.”
“Miss Banner?” he mocked. “You mean Nina?”
“Yeah, I guess she has to tie someone on camera. She wants to practice knots.”

Tyler did not rise from his folding chair. He looked off towards the other trucks and pretended to listen to the earpiece curly-qued up from the walky talk he had on his belt.
“Please, she’s gunna kill me if…”
“Practice huh? Relax, I’ll get you some sash.”

Hunter nearly dropped the bundles of rope when Tyler tossed it to her. The thick black rope was looped and bundled tightly into two brand new packages.

“Um, these both say a hundred feet? Will that be too much.”
“Trust me, that’s what she wants.”
“Okaaay? Thanks.”
“Have fun!” He shouted after her.

Hunter walked away as fast as she could without breaking into a run. Another grip came out from inside the truck and sat down on the lift gate.

“She’s cute, very doable.”
“Yeah for sure.” Tyler lit another cigarette. “What I would give to see inside that trailer right now.”
“No shit!”

They both laughed wickedly.

“Took you long enough. Where is it?”

Hunter handed the bundle of rope to Nina.

“What is this. Take it out of the package.”

Hunter obeyed.

“Now cut it up into three fifty foot sections and two twenty-five foot sections. I’ll be in the bedroom working lines so it’s okay if you take fucking forever like I know you’ll do.”

Hunter was about to ask how she would measure it and cut it, but stopped herself before another heap of abuse was hurled at her.

She checked a drawer or two in the trailer’s kitchen and found some scissors. Once the rope was uncoiled from the packages she took the ends and doubled one over. Hunter had to gnaw through the thick rope with the scissors.

“That’s two.” She said.

Expecting to be yelled at for the frayed ends of the rope she stopped a camera assistant who was walking by the trailer and begged her for some lengths of the colorful tape she had hanging off her belt. She took the tape and tightly wrapped the ends like she had seen in her dad’s garage.

“Entre,” Nina said when Hunter knocked on the bedroom door.

The room was bigger than she expected. Nina was lying on the bed in her underwear, panties and a T-shirt thin enough to show her more than she wanted to see. Hunter flushed. Nina jumped from the bed to inspect the rope.

“Not bad, maybe you’re not entirely incompetent.” She grabbed the bundles and threw them on the bed.

Hunter turned to go.

“Where do you think you’re going? Get back here, you’re homework.”
“Homework?” Hunter said nervously.
“Over here. Put your back against it.”

Hunter closed the door to see a stripper pole in the corner of the room.

“You have a stripper pole?”
“It’s not mine, for fuck’s sake I’m barely eighteen. This trailer was made for Steve Harvey or some asshole. C’mon, back against it, hands behind.”
“What are you…”
“Jesus, do they grow ‘em stupid in Iowa. Not rocket science, your back: against the pole, your hands: behind the pole. Got it?”
“But what if they need me… I’m not…”
“...aware of what thin fucking ice you’re on. Right!” Nina grabbed Hunter’s radio from her side, searched for the talk button and shouted into the thing.

“GLORIA!”
“Who is this?” The radio crackled.
“This girl in my trailer, is she or is she not supposed to assist me?”
“Oh it’s you Nina, That’s Hunter.”
“Yeah, Hunter, whatever. Is she supposed to help me or not.”
“Is Hunter not doing her job?”
Nina stared at Hunter. Hunter had to remind herself to close her lips. This was unreal. Nina raised her eyebrows, milking the tension.
“Nina? Should I come to your trailer?”
Nina still said nothing.
“Nina?”
“She’ll do. Forget I said anything.”
“Alright Nina. Just give her back her radio plea...”

Nina clicked off the radio and threw it on the bed.

“Now. Back, hands.” She said pointed to the brass pole.
“Okay, but..”

Hunter backed against the pole and was slowly drawing her hands backward when nina grabbed them. Her fingers were wirey, cold and hard, like the hands of a robot.

A lump formed in young PA’s throat and she felt the rope passing around her wrists, then between them and pulled tight. Nina bent over and tied Hunter’s; ankles to the pole cinching and tying off the rope deftly. She could now feel the cold brass of the pole on her bare legs

Nina was clearly someone who needed no practice with knots or rope.

Hunter pulled at her hands experimentally. The solidness of her restraint was unnerving.

“What’s this shit you’re wearing then?”
“It’s..”
“Pathetic discount store garbage. Do you know babies make this in Vietnam? Babies! Little tiny babies. You should be ashamed!”
“I don’t think…”

Nina unzipped Hunter’s Black canvas jacket and yanked it down her arms to the knot’s that held them behind the pole.

Hunter’s pulse jumped. She flexed her fingers in the knots feeling the inside of her sleeves.

“What the hell is that? A Goodwill reject?”

Hunter looked down at her light blue cardigan with the extra loose knit and the oversize wood buttons. It was from Anthropology, and Hunter loved it.

Nina started undoing the buttons.

“What are you doing?”
“Oh relax, just a little makeover. Do you know how many girls would die to have a personal fashion makeover from Nina Banner?”
“But I’m tied to a pole! I, I…”
“You’re what? Dying to be fired.”
When the last button was undone the cardigan as opened and pulled down behind the hapless PA as far as her bound hands would let it. Now Hunter was left wearing a tank top that showed a brief sliver of midriff. Hunter pulled again at the ropes holding her wrists and felt a wave of panic rise in her chest.

“I, I’m not comfortable with this. I would like you to untie me please Miss Banner.”

She tried hard not to let her voice break, but it did.

Nina got an excited look on her face.

“O. M. G. I almost forgot, we’re gunna need ‘before’ pictures.”

Nina grabbed her phone from her bag and started taking pictures of Hunter’s predicament She ended the photo session by crouching on the floor and placing the phone on hunter’s black sensible shoes. Hunter squirmed but could not avoid the camera’s view up her legs, and her skirt.

“Stop that, please.”

Nina giggled. “Ooh, coming attractions.”

Hunter did not like the sound of that.

“Now then, if you are a good girl and behave those pictures will stay in my phone. If not… Well let’s say the grips follow my secret personal Twitter and fucking everyone follows my official Twitter so there that is.”

“Please Miss Banner I have to do my job. Please just let me go.”

Though the starlet was even smaller than Nina, she got up in the young PA’s face.

“I AM YOUR JOB!”

The trailer seemed to shake. Hunter’s eye’s shot to the shaded window to see if anyone had heard. How could they not. The humiliation of being ‘rescued’ like this on her first day seemed worse than being Shanghaied by this crazy little movie star. She wouldn’t have to worry. Figures passing by the trailer did not seem to find yelling from Nina’s trailer to be worth investigating. She couldn’t say she blamed them, but then there was a knock on the door to the outer room.

“What the fuck. YES?

“Miss Banner you’re needed in makeup.”
“Alright, just a minute.”

Saved by the bell, hunter thought. A wicked smile on Nina’s face stopped her relief cold.

She gathered up some of rope she had made Hunter prepare. She untied Hunter’s hands slipped off the jacket and cardigan that had been gathered there and retied her hands before Hunter knew what was happening.

“What are you doing?” Hunter said.

Nina squashed a finger against Hunter’s lips.

“Sssssh. I think I’ll put this little piece of sweety back in it’s wrapper and save it for later.”

Nina’s tone was sweet as ether. Hunter felt her annoyance and nervousness pass into to fear.

Ropes passed around Hunter’s shoulders drawing them back when Nina yanked then tight. Her tank top pulled up, doubling the bare skin showing at her waist. Nina brought more loops under her breasts pulling the loose shirt tight around them. The shirt pulled up another inch increasing the exposure of her tummy to include her navel.

Nina was busy tying off the ropes behind her in what seemed like an overly complex harness that included her bound wrists, pulling them high up behind the pole. She looked down at the cleavage the bindings had created.

“My my, you hide those things well.” Nina said staring at Hunter’s chest when she came around in front again. “Afraid someone will accuse you of being a girl?"

She poked a finger in Hunter's navel giggled. "Oh, and hello there Admiral Nottington".

Hunter’s cheeks turned red.

Nina quickly tied Hunter’s legs at the knees and wrapped rope tightly around her thighs.

“Well darling, have to go make the magic. I shouldn’t be more than a few hours.”
“But, Miss Banner...”

Nina went to a drawer and pulled out a strappy thing with a large rubber ball hanging in the center. She dangled it in front of the helpless PA.

“Wh, what is that?”
“We can’t have you being a nuisance darling.”

Hunter began to speak, but to her surprise the ball was popped into her mouth and the straps quickly buckled behind the pole. She made a few small noises learning how effective the thing was at keeping her from crying out.

Nina threw on a robe and headed for the door. She stopped short to inspect her captive.

“Something’s not quite… Hmmm. Oh, I know!”

“Nina took the hem of Hunter’s skirt and lifted it up. Hunter mewed into the gag with her big eyes wide. Nina tucked the skirt into it’s own waist. She stood back with arms crossed and admired Hunter’s white polka dot panties.

“Much better.” She said.

Hunter burned with humiliation.

“Try to stay out of trouble then.”

Nina left the bedroom without closing the door fully. A moment later she heard the trailer door slam.

She pulled at her bonds in earnest, but they held her fast against the pole. She wasn’t sure if she should pray to be discovered or pray not to be.

To be continued...