Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

She did it so well. With the easy gesture of looking left, then right, she filled the room with people. Matt was impressed. Such a simple thing could communicate so much and Regan had pulled it off with no preparation whatsoever. He was going to love working with her. Matt had a curious double vision about what happened next. The king he was impersonating wasnt surprised at all at her obedience and felt a mild amusement at her shyness. Matt was astonished that he could become so demanding and she could become so accommodating with little more than a lighting trick on a set. She knelt just in front of him, face in shadow. She was so close he could have lifted her chin with his toe, but it wasn't necessary. She looked up at him, and he watched her, fascinated. But the king and Matt both appreciated the tight, smoothness of Regans skin as she pulled the sweater up with excruciating patience. Matts fingers itched to touch, to feel the heat of her skin, to explore places he couldnt yet see. He waited and watched though, curious to see what she would do, how far she would go in their little improvisation. She looked him in the eye, amused, perhaps, or teasing, as she revealed the swells of her lace covered breasts. Further instructions began to form in his mind. Touches, further revealing of her beauty, things that might make her blush- or balk. There you two are! Carole's interruption jarred him out of his role, but not before he considered sentencing her to summary execution. The lights flipping on broke whatever spell was still left, and Matt took a big breath and let it out through clenched teeth. He hooked his jacket and stepped down from the dais. He held out a hand to Regan to help her stand. Yes, the atmosphere is amazing, he said, as is your timing. Carole squinted at Matt. You were my third choice, she said, after the hunk with the Van Dyke, but it wasn't my decision. You'll have time later to check out the rest of the club. I managed platinum passes for you, so you can skip in whenever you want without a pesky cover charge. I'm going to walk you over to the set. It's just about done. The lighting crew wants to get some skin readings. Matt followed Carole out into the main dance floor. Who was your first choice? he said, You know, ahead of the hunk with the Van Dyke? I was my first choice, she said, without breaking stride. I would have skinned you alive. You would have loved it. Matt walked next to Regan and they let Carole get ahead. I'm glad casting didn't listen to her, he said, grinning. Next time I'll throw the dead bolt. I didn't get to find out how loyal a subject you can be. The set was in what must have originally been a mechanic shop a few blocks from the club. It had an old-style pit that had been covered over with railroad ties but it was clean and the set designers had built an artificial floor over much of the concrete floor. It had a high ceiling with windows around the top, painted over in black. A set much like the red room at the club was set up in the center of the space, and two technicians were experimenting with different lighting levels. Hey Bobby, one of them called, talent's here. The calibration process was fairly straightforward, and they had Matt hold a color chart under his chin while they tried different lighting levels. The techs, Bobby and Coax, chattered about their pair of 4K cameras, shooting angles, white balances, and whether they'd be able to get the color right if they ran the lighting rig at 2800 Kelvin. He remembered some of the technical discussions from his film classes, but he had always been more focused on the acting side of the business. While they checked Regan, Matt wandered around. The set wasn't permanent- he saw elements from some of the other rooms at the club stored along the back of the studio. There were stocks, racks, a four-poster bed, dozens of whips, paddles, ropes and other restraints. They could create almost any scene the producers desired. In a side room were racks of clothing ranging from fantasy costumes to outfits made entirely of leather straps. A table in the corner held thirty or forty sex toys of every size, shape, and color Matt had ever imagined, and several that he hadn't. Everything was new in the box, he picked up a shiny package with a dildo that seemed realistic in every way except that it was manufactured entirely in jungle camouflage.