Being an Extra on the Set of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel
by Tobori
Copyright© 2020 by Tobori
Fan Fiction Sex Story: On the set of Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, what I did to help the actors.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Voyeurism Big Breasts .
It is quite freeing being on the set of Mrs Maisel as a background actor.
First scene: the wedding, really easy ... as an actor and as a person.
My character’s motivation: backhanded compliments with class.
I can move my lips with the best of them. My friend has an extremely healthy rack with an under bust that cannot be beat and a smallish waist ... so fetching, alerts me to things that I need to know. Standing around, drinking bubbly water. Move onto the next person. Why do people have a hard time with small talk? Ask the person a question and then listen to their answer. Their whole body gets into the answer.
Second scene: is a sex scene.
No extra characters needed, but I convinced my friend that removing her clothes would help the lead actors feel comfortable that everyone is not dressed.
I hope you like my one-sided smile while undoing my bow tie. I turn around ... wiggle my hips like a stripper, throw the pocket square over my shoulder to the lead actors. Innocent expression while I slipped the jacket off my shoulders.
Whipping back around to start unbuttoning my shirt. Letting the shirt slide down my arms, I give them a shoulder shimmy. Learned this trick from the Burlesque girl 4 minutes ago.
Shoes off to allow the pants to fall clean to my ankles. Shocked look on my face. ‘How did that happen?’
I look directly at the actors wanting to know if they would like me naked as them. “Shall I stop there or would you prefer I take off a little more?”
I see their attention is seized by my friend who starts her strip tease.
The blouse had very short sleeves and five buttons. Undoing one button shows her bra holding her bountiful bubbles, the next button down makes us wonder if the 3rd button will hold her righteous bust in or will not be able to hold all the lusciousness back from our eyes. These milk jugs on her chest that makes everyone walk into buildings, lampposts, doors, streetcars.But only 2 people were transported to the hospital. I keep guessing her bra size: Quadruple M?
Our eyes look at her bountiful balcony under her blouse with a bra holding them up to impossible heights.
Blouse buttons 1-2-3-4-5 take time to undo. But I step around behind her unfastening the 10 hooks on her bra. Holding my hand on top of her right boob, as if they can see anything through the 3 layers of material in a bra. I sneak a smile at everyone.
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