the set. It’s hotter than hell out there, and my men will be there every minute, so we need to be able to get something to eat or drink, and use the restrooms.”
There was an extended pause as Taylor and Will looked at each other. “We have to do something or we might as well pack up and go home,” Will said.
Taylor paused a moment longer then extended his hand and Merrick took it. “We have a deal. I’ll have a contract drawn up. But we have a few conditions, as well. Foremost among them is no talking to the talent. You don’t speak to them unless you are spoken to first. Understand?”
Merrick snorted. “Not a problem.”
“If you need something, find a crew member. There will be plenty of PAs around.”
“PAs?”
“Sorry, Production Assistants. Their job is to make sure everyone and everything is where it needs to be when it needs to be there. Talk to them. If they can’t handle it, they’ll know who can.” Taylor looked at his phone. “It’s one-thirty now. There’s a ten o’clock call at the Plaza Cinema downtown. You know where that is? Can you be setup for that?”
“Call?”
Will grinned. “You’ll get used to the terms. Call mean when we want you at the location or on set. We’ll start setting up around eleven and start shooting between one and two. Tonight we’ll shoot until four or until we get the shot.”
Merrick nodded. “We’ll be there.”
Merrick was rising to leave when Poppy walked in and headed directly for their table. She was lovely, of course, and Merrick admired her as she approached. Standing five-five or five-six, she had wavy coal black hair to just below her shoulders, large dark eyes set wide in her round face, and a body that would stop a clock.
“I just got the call sheet,” she began, her voice hard. “If it’s going to be like last night, you can shove your fucking movie. I’ve got better things to do than to sit around sweating my ass off while the crew jacks off. What are you going to do about these fucking hick rednecks?”
Merrick sucked on his teeth in annoyance, but held his tongue. He didn’t give two shits what she thought. He knew from watching her over the last few days she was nothing but a spoiled bitch who would be best served by having a cock shoved in her mouth so she couldn’t talk.
“We’ve contracted with a new security team and they have guaranteed they can handle the crowd,” Taylor explained, his voice firm but deferential.
“That’s what you said before.”
“This time it will be different. You have my word. We’ll have five times the resources.”
She glared at him, then swept the table with her eyes, pausing on Merrick for a moment before returning her gaze to Taylor. “See that it is. I’m not sitting around on my ass all night like I did last night. If the hicks keep fucking up the takes, I’m outta there.”
“Poppy, you have a contract that—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the contract. You came to me, remember? I’ll do my job when you do yours.” She turned and walked away without a backwards glance.
Merrick watched her go, admiring the swing of her ass. “She’s a real sweetheart,” he said as she barged past a waiter, making him scramble to hold onto his tray.
Will chuckled. “She’s young. She’ll grow out of it or she won’t last long,” he said, sounding like the kindly grandfather he looked like.
“What’s with her, anyway?” Merrick asked.
“She’s fresh off a blockbuster, and she stared in a popular television show before that. It’s gone to her head. She hasn’t realized making good movies is a team effort,” Will explained.
Merrick gave a small nod. “Don’t talk to the talent you said? No problem.”
***
Merrick walked into the Harlequins’ clubhouse and flipped on the lights. The Harlequins weren’t a mega club, not like the Demon Riders, Devil’s Advocates, or
There was an extended pause as Taylor and Will looked at each other. “We have to do something or we might as well pack up and go home,” Will said.
Taylor paused a moment longer then extended his hand and Merrick took it. “We have a deal. I’ll have a contract drawn up. But we have a few conditions, as well. Foremost among them is no talking to the talent. You don’t speak to them unless you are spoken to first. Understand?”
Merrick snorted. “Not a problem.”
“If you need something, find a crew member. There will be plenty of PAs around.”
“PAs?”
“Sorry, Production Assistants. Their job is to make sure everyone and everything is where it needs to be when it needs to be there. Talk to them. If they can’t handle it, they’ll know who can.” Taylor looked at his phone. “It’s one-thirty now. There’s a ten o’clock call at the Plaza Cinema downtown. You know where that is? Can you be setup for that?”
“Call?”
Will grinned. “You’ll get used to the terms. Call mean when we want you at the location or on set. We’ll start setting up around eleven and start shooting between one and two. Tonight we’ll shoot until four or until we get the shot.”
Merrick nodded. “We’ll be there.”
Merrick was rising to leave when Poppy walked in and headed directly for their table. She was lovely, of course, and Merrick admired her as she approached. Standing five-five or five-six, she had wavy coal black hair to just below her shoulders, large dark eyes set wide in her round face, and a body that would stop a clock.
“I just got the call sheet,” she began, her voice hard. “If it’s going to be like last night, you can shove your fucking movie. I’ve got better things to do than to sit around sweating my ass off while the crew jacks off. What are you going to do about these fucking hick rednecks?”
Merrick sucked on his teeth in annoyance, but held his tongue. He didn’t give two shits what she thought. He knew from watching her over the last few days she was nothing but a spoiled bitch who would be best served by having a cock shoved in her mouth so she couldn’t talk.
“We’ve contracted with a new security team and they have guaranteed they can handle the crowd,” Taylor explained, his voice firm but deferential.
“That’s what you said before.”
“This time it will be different. You have my word. We’ll have five times the resources.”
She glared at him, then swept the table with her eyes, pausing on Merrick for a moment before returning her gaze to Taylor. “See that it is. I’m not sitting around on my ass all night like I did last night. If the hicks keep fucking up the takes, I’m outta there.”
“Poppy, you have a contract that—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the contract. You came to me, remember? I’ll do my job when you do yours.” She turned and walked away without a backwards glance.
Merrick watched her go, admiring the swing of her ass. “She’s a real sweetheart,” he said as she barged past a waiter, making him scramble to hold onto his tray.
Will chuckled. “She’s young. She’ll grow out of it or she won’t last long,” he said, sounding like the kindly grandfather he looked like.
“What’s with her, anyway?” Merrick asked.
“She’s fresh off a blockbuster, and she stared in a popular television show before that. It’s gone to her head. She hasn’t realized making good movies is a team effort,” Will explained.
Merrick gave a small nod. “Don’t talk to the talent you said? No problem.”
***
Merrick walked into the Harlequins’ clubhouse and flipped on the lights. The Harlequins weren’t a mega club, not like the Demon Riders, Devil’s Advocates, or
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