"Alright, look into the camera and go on the count of...three, two, one!"
With that, Jenna majestically ran across the beach. It took a few takes to get the perfect scene, not to mention how they wanted to capture multiple angles of her running, but they eventually got it; plus, some locals were happy to see her frolic in that swimsuit, especially with how, ahem, bouncy things were.
"Cut! That's it, guys! We've got the take!"
With that, everybody was happy that it took them a lot less time to wrap things up. Everybody else was packing up, but the director pulled Jenna aside for a private chat.
"Hey, wonderful job today! If you want, we have a private place for you to get out of that bodysuit where nobody will see you. I know you probably don't want to wait until we get back to the studio to change."
"Jenna" smiled back.
"Thanks, Greg. I like being in this type of suit, but you know, running all day on the beach makes things get a bit hotter. Tell you what, give me twenty and I'll meet you guys at a cafe first. I need to cool down a bit, after all."
He consulted his expensive watch.
"Sure, that works-we owe you that, anyways. Enjoy your chance to relax, and we'll let you take it easy a bit."
As they parted, "Jenna" smiled. God, this career was something else, and, as she loved suiting up or whatever situation the movie called for. Hot mom, action chick, posh English woman, you name it and she'd masqueraded as them on screen. Being in this line of work was a dream come true!
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