Imagine you work as a make up artist in Cara Cara, and when SAMCRO pays a visit, your best friend Lyla asks you to join her in a scene.
“You’re getting it in my eye!” Lyla, your best friend laughed as you finished doing her makeup. She pushed you away giggling as you cleaned your hands on the little makeup apron you wore to work. The blonde actress got up, looking at herself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a black lace g-string and a cropped tight white wife beater. Lyla was your best friend since you could remember, that’s why she took you into her house and offered you a job as soon as you graduated from Beauty School, after talking to Luann, of course. You lived together and worked together, you also took care of Piper together; The three of you were a small yet happy family. She was your best friend in the whole wide world.
“How do i look?” She asked you fixing her long eyelashes.
“Like a porn start.” You joked getting your things in all the right boxers at backstage. She stuck her tongue out at you and laned over, giving you a friendly hug.
“Okay, let’s go.” She said as you two walked out to the set, watching the crew set everything in order. The set Lyla was going to work today was as simple as you could get it. A big broad bed with white sheets, dim light and a female coworker this time. You sat down, emergency bag on your lap and enjoyed your work, that until a loud series of cheers called your attention, smiling seconds after.
SAMCRO was on the set, as they owned practically the half of it. Your favorite boys in town. Chibs was hugging Luann, as well as Jax, probably sealing some kind of deal; Boss was shaking her head and smiling, kissing everyone’s cheek. You got up and walked over to them, waving at everyone.
“There she is!” Chibs called, embracing you in a father-like hug. “Hi, (Y/N)”
“Hey, Chibbie.” You said and smiled at all of them. “What’s going on?”
“Luann sealed the best deal of her life, “ Jax said. “and we want to stay around a bit, check on the business.”
“Check on the pussy.” Tig stepped in, making everyone laugh.
“CUT!” Someone yelled, making all the heads turn. Lyla was walking over at you, an awkward expression on her face. You started to shake your head, for you knew that face was trouble.
“(Y/N)…” she trailed off. You fixed your glasses and bit your lip, willing to listen to her then refusing anyway. “Ima called in sick and you’re only one available…” You eyes started to panic. You? in a lesbian porn scene? with your best friend?
“Lyla…I’m no actress.” You said, looking at the SAMCRO members, all expecting and already giggling. “I’m a makeup artists, and you’re my best friend.” You groaned, frustrated.
“Look, it wont be for free. They’re gonna pay you, it can be unaccredited.” She grabbed your hand and bit her lip, jumping up and down. “Please, (Y/N), i need the money…”
You took a deep breath, ready to say that you were going to lend her some but then you heard Juice scoff behind both of you, making you turn around.
“Lyla, i can lend you money, because (Y/N) won’t do it.” You blinked and stared at him.
“Explain yourself, Ortiz.”
“C’mon…” he said, teasing you by pinching your sides. “You’re a nice girl, really beautiful but…i don’t you have the guts.” This made Tig and Bobby laugh, but what really got you was Jax nodding.
Jax looked at you, sending a smirk in your direction as he lighted a cigarette.
“I think he’s right. You’re absolutely stunning, but, you know, you couldn’t pull it off. You aint about this.”
That was it. You turned around, and walked away, leaving your best friend and SAMCRO standing in the middle of the set.
Half an hour later, you were just finishing your own make up. Bold lips, smokey eyes and fierce eyebrows. You looked down at the outfit under your Cara Cara robe. Black lace boy shorts and a tight, almost transparent black bralet. You sighed and tighten the robe on your body, your bare feet driving you over to where Lyla was sitting, checking her phone with a defeated look.
You cleared your throat calling her attention. She looked up and then trailed your body, arching an eyebrow. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you let the robe fall, pooling around your ankles. Her look said it all as she stood up, hugging you and jumping around with you in her arms.
“Thank you so much! Oh my god!” she cheered, letting go off you. “You’re the best, really, I owe you one.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with.” You said holding up the script on your hand. You already knew the script, since you’ve helped Lyla to rehearse it tons of times. You both walked into set, hand in hand, making the Sons of Anarchy jaws drop. Tig began whistling, Opie and Happy leaning back on their sits smiling at each other. Bobby laughed and Jax stood there, cigarette in his lips. You winked at him and got on the bed, fixing your hair and listening to Luann’s directions.
“Alright, girls. It’s a short promo. Basically…” She began, as the rest of the crew oiled your skin and got the scenario ready. “You two make out for a few minutes, do it naturally, please, (Y/N) i know it’s your fist time but try not to look constipated.” You laughed at this and got on your knees on top of the bed. “It will be quick. Thank you so much, babe.” She kissed both of you and went back to her director chair, SAMCRO behind her.
You filmed a sequence of Lyla leading you to the bed, hand in hand, you grabbing her waist and both falling into bed, giggling and rubbing your noses together. You could see from the corner of your eyes how Tig was having the time of his life, while Chibs gulped down some Bourbon. Lyla was on top of you fixing her hair to a side and arching his back, her ass in full display to the camera. You had the work to role both of you, so now you were on top and facing to the camera.
Doing it, you faced the camera man, as your bralet fell to the bed, making Juice gasp like a teenager. Lyla’s hand covered your breast in perfect sync, her red painted nail fingers pressing, making you moan out and bite your lip. You had only one line on the whole video, and it was your time.
“Want to join us? CaraCara Productions. Making your dreams come true.” The camera focused on Lyla, the petite blonde sticking her tongue out sexily.
“Even the dirty ones.” Both of you caressed for a few more seconds, standing up, kneeing on the bed, pressing open mouth, hot wet kisses.
“And…” Luann said, checking the screen making sure it was alright. “Cut!” You covered your breasts and fell back on the bed, laughing your ass off, same as Lyla. Luann smiled and clapped, the MC loosing it behind her.
“Encore!” Juice demanded. “Oh my god, you deserve a fucking Oscar!” Tig was out of words, adjusting himself.
“I met God today, brother.” He confessed to an inusual absent Happy. Lyla pecked your lips lightly, as a thank you.
“Thank you so much, (Y/N), you’re the best friend ever.” You nodded and got up.
“Let’s go, i have to make you up for the next one.” You said, walking past SAMCRO swinging your hips on purpose. Jax stood on the door, letting Lyla walk by but moving slowly when it was your turn. You looked at him, his beard covered smirk.
“Nice acting.” He said.
“How you like me now, Pres?” You winked and walked away still giggling.