The Diva, Chapter 3: Rewrites

Chapter 3 of my 8th stuck story, The Diva. 

CHAPTER 3: REWRITES

Opened her laptop on the table of the trailer, Clementine sat down easily in the booth Regina had gotten stuck in before.

She could hear Regina happily munching away behind her on the bed. Knowing Regina couldn’t see her, Clementine looked at the pronounced gap between her own slim waist and the table, measuring the gap with her hands, relishing how much bigger than her Regina is to have gotten stuck there.

“The trick with rewrites,” Regina finished another bite, “is to focus on the dialogue and keep the basic framework of the script. They don’t want any new locations, they definitely don’t want any new stunts, but if we can give their same basic script back to them with dramatically improved dialogue and characters, they’ll use it, because the only thing it’ll cost them to use it is a small fee and a producers’ credit.”

“Do you mean a writing credit?”

“The writing credits are already set, and no one wants to do arbitration over this, producer credits they pass out like candy.”

Clementine brought up the script and got to work.

Whenever Regina’s mouth wasn’t full of food, she was running dialogue with Clementine.

Regina had to admit that Clementine was clever, working with someone clever was so much more fun than the usual dolts you find on film sets. There was laughter and positive energy and no ego. It’s what Regina always wanted in a writing partner. She’d script doctored solo for years because along with voice work script doctoring was work Hollywood allowed her to do while fat.

Clementine wasn’t used to writing with someone else, but writing with Regina was nothing like the horrible partner/group projects of her film school screenwriting classes. It was effortless, like she was writing with her best friend. Her best friend that she also desperately wanted to fuck.

It helped that there was a wall separating them. Clementine didn’t think she’d be able to focus otherwise. Even just knowing Regina eating back there was causing typos.

“Do rewrites usually go this fast?” Clementine was shocked they were able to tinker with the entire script in just a few hours.

“Well they gave me this script three months ago so I’ve had time to rewrite it in my head.”

“Why didn’t you write a draft before now?”

“I wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight until now.”

Clementine left her radio off. She knew she would likely be fired for disappearing all day but she didn’t want to get called away for some menial task. She wanted to be a writer and she was writing, she wanted to spend time with her childhood crush and she’d just delivered a catering tent full of food to her.

“Do you have your radio with you?”

“Yes, why?”

“Call Lenny.”

“Why Lenny?”

“Because besides you, Lenny is the only person on this project who likes me. We go way back. I did some cameos for his early films when I was still thin and in demand. He’ll read our script with an open mind and if it’s good, he’ll go to bat for us.”

“What do I say?”

“I’ll do the talking, you just call him.”

Clementine turned her radio back on, thankfully there wasn’t any chatter asking where she was, she wondered if that meant she was already fired.

“Who has eyes on Lenny? Lenard Campbell to Regina Belaire’s trailer please.”

“Lenny’s walking to you.”

“They probably just think I’m pissed by the scheduling delay, which I am, but hopefully we can use that as leverage.” Regina polished off the last croissant.

A wave of adrenaline washed over Clementine, she was excited that a producer would finally read some of her writing, even if she wouldn’t be credited, but if she was here writing she obviously wasn’t doing the job they were paying her to do and would be most certainly be fired. She started printing the script.

“Clem hun, can you help me tidy up? He’s not going to be sold if he finds me swimming in wrappers and crumbs.”

Clementine quickly gathered the remains of Regina’s feast from the bed.

Regina arranged the pillows and laid in repose, “how do I look?”

Clementine’s blush told her she looked good, “like royalty.”

“Good.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Reggie it’s me.”

Clementine stood up, unsure what to do.

“Well, let him in.”

“Of course.”

Clementine left the tidied tray in the kitchenette and let Lenny in.

“Are you the missing PA?”

Before Clementine could answer Regina chimed in, “Lenny this is Clementine, my writing/producing partner.”

Clementine stood dumbfounded.

“Huh, could have sworn she was a PA this morning,” Lenny left Clementine and walked towards Regina’s voice.

“Things change.”

“You don’t my dear, every bit as fat as when we asked you to lose weight three months ago.”

“Fuck off, Lenny.”

“And every bit as charming.”

“We’ve got a new script for you.”

“Do you? You know we’re filming right now, right?”

“Yeah, you’re filming someone else’s scenes after you called me here at 6am.”

“Sorry about that Reggie, that was the director, Elliot, he’s not too happy we cast you and that was his childish way of making his frustration known.”

“Well we’re about to save his shitty movie so he can take his frustration and shove it.”

“So where’s this script that’s going to save this shitty movie?”

Clementine appeared behind Lenny and handed him the new pages.

“So I suppose she gets a cut?”

“A cut, and a credit.”

“It’s that good?”

“It’s that good.”

Lenny sat down comfortably in the booth and read.

Listing to Lenny and Regina spar made Clementine dizzy. So did her new job title, and new pay? She was overwhelmed.

Lenny read quickly. When he was finished he just said, “you never make it easy, do you Reggie?”

“But I always make it better.”

“This would be an easier sell if you’d lost weight.”

“Relish the challenge, Len.”

And like that he was gone. Clementine wasn’t sure what had happened. Or what was going to happen.

Clementine’s stunned silence was shattered by Regina’s celebratory howl, “wooohooo!”

“Is that good? Was that good?”

“Come here you skinny thing, we’re getting a payday and a promotion!”

Clementine sat on the edge of the bed, still stunned.

Regina wrapped her soft arms around Clementine and pulled her onto the bed.

Clementine was stiff as a board, unsure what to do with this intimate gesture. She turned her head to find Regina’s face right there, her eyes piercing her. Clementine was having an out of body experience, like she was actually seeing Regina’s face up on a cinema screen and not two inches in front of her.

But of course she would never see this face in the cinema. Round, soft, a double chin, full lips…

Her lips.

KISS

Had she kissed Regina or had Regina kissed her? Or were they kissing each other?

KISS

It didn’t matter.

Regina began unbuttoning Clementine’s shirt. Clementine slid a hand under Regina’s shirt and squeezed her belly, Regina smiled and pulled her shirt off as Clementine continued unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

Regina always used to push away mens’ hands when they touched her belly, guide them to her breasts or to her butt instead. But she liked out Clementine touched her, full of desire and care. Not like any partner she’d had before.

Clementine jumped up to unbutton her jeans and slide them off, slipping off her shoes and socks. Regina fumbled to peel off her leggings. Clementine grabbed them and tugged as Regina lifted her butt off the bed.

Regina was spread out on the bed, in only a bra and high waisted panties.

Clementine stood for a moment, in her boxer briefs and pullover bra, admiring Regina.

In the same way Regina’s fatness surprised Clementine when she first saw her in person, her fatness surprised her once again now that she was disrobed.

The stretch marks, the dimples, the cellulite, the rolls of flesh. The way the waist band of her panties indented on her belly giving the impression that they were just a tad too tight. Perhaps from her morning feast.

A rush shot through Regina as she laid there, looking up at Clementine. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been naked and vulnerable in front of someone in the daylight. Not in over a decade and over a hundred pounds at least. But she felt safe in Clementine’s gaze. Free to be herself.

Clementine took off her underwear and knelt onto the bed.

Regina began to do the same but Clementine stopped her, “let me.”

She slowly inched Regina’s panties off down off her great belly, which seemed to pour out, unrestrained. Clementine buried her face in Regina’s belly, the warmest softest place she’d ever known.

Regina kicked the panties off her feet as Clementine slide her arms underneath to unclip her bra. Regina rolled towards Clementine, and when her bra was unclipped she kept rolling until she was on top of Clementine.

Sliding out of her bra, Regina’s great breasts swung down on to Clementine. Regina’s belly swallowed Clementine’s slim frame.

“I’m not crushing you am I?”

“C-Crush me. Please.”

Regina laughed, pushing back her falling hair.

Clementine grabbed a hanging breast and sucked on it, working the nipple with her tongue and gently nibbling. Then the other.

Regina was surprised by how easy this all was, how natural it felt. In the same way it felt earlier when they were writing together, but instead of Clementine’s fingers on her keyboard, it was Clementine’s fingers sliding under her belly and against her clit.

Regina was surprised by Clementine’s initiative in lifting her enormous belly to reach her pussy underneath. Clementine knew how to manipulate a fat body with love.

The men Regina had been with since gaining weight still fucked her like the was thin, in thin women positions, expecting her to move like a women one third her size.

If there was any doubt that she wouldn’t be able to perform with a woman, that doubt melted away as she felt herself go flush and get wet.

With Clementine’s mouth on her breast and her fingers inside her, Regina felt like she should reciprocate. But she was losing her coordination and in trying to hold her weight up with one hand while she tried to reach Clementine’s clit with the other, she fell over.

Both laughing Clementine straddled Regina.

“I was trying- I want to- you too.”

Clementine was charmed by this 45 year old experiencing gay sex for the first time. From the moment they kissed, this Regina was nothing like the fast talking tough Regina she’d spent all day with. She was quiet, taking everything in slowly instead of trying to stay ten steps ahead with verbal quips. She wasn’t cynical or detached, she was present, sincere.

“Whatever you want, we can do it together.”

Clementine kissed Regina’s fat neck, and kept kissing, down her chest, across her belly, turning herself around as she did, until she straddled Regina in reverse.

She gently slid Regina’s apron belly out of the way so she could reach her tongue to her clit, at the same time she scooted her pelvis back until she rested her pussy on Regina’s face.

Regina licked, taking in the taste and the smell. Something she never knew she was missing. The only thing that compared was traveling the world and experiencing culinary delights she’d never tried before and would then never forget.

Regina followed Clementine’s lead, when she felt a finger she used a finger, when she felt two fingers she used two fingers. She kept time with Clementine’s rhythm.

Clementine loved the sensation of laying down on Regina’s belly, she loved feeling Regina’s belly against her chin as she went down on her. The softness of her thighs. She was worried that if this was Regina’s first time she might not be able to cum. Maybe she’d need more familiarity, or maybe she’d want a more familiar kind of penetration other than her fingers and hand.

“NNnnngh”

As if on cue. A sound of pleasure involuntarily came out of Regina. Clementine was filled with confidence, she got Regina to moan, now to make her cum.

Clementine could feel Regina’s hot breath on her pussy, she was breathing harder, she began rolling herself back and forth across Regina’s tongue, encouraging her to be more forceful so she could cum too.

“Oh Clem.”

“She said my name,” Clementine thought, beaming, pushing her pelvis down on Regina’s face.

Regina switched to just using her fingers, she couldn’t control her tongue anymore as she got close.

Clementine watched Regina’s legs writhe on the bed, spasms that sent ripples across her enormous thighs. Curling her chubby toes.

“More, your hand.”

Regina heard Clementine’s request and slid her hand in, Clementine lifting herself up to accommodate.

Clementine could feel Regina’s hand start shaking, followed by her entire body. She was experiencing and earthquake on Regina’s land mass. From her personality she’d expected Regina to orgasm loudly, so it surprised her that it was totally silent beyond the staccato breathing.

Clementine let go, wrapping herself around Regina as they both shook, “ungh Ungh UNGH UNGH UNCH UNCHA”

Sweaty and breathing heavily, Clementine slid back around until she was laying on top of Regina, like on a cloud, resting her head on Regina’s heaving chest, listening to her heart racing.

“I have- huff huff- something to tell you- huff huff, I think I-”

Regina’s voice was shaky, vulnerable, emotional. Clementine lifted her head up to look her in the eyes. She was crying. Clementine put a hand on her cheek.

“I’m here.”

“I think I’m gay.”

Clementine was crying now too.

They laughed and kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed.