Chapter 27

Behind The Spotlight Chapter 27

William and Collin watched the filming from a safe distance, about a hundred meters away. The scene Wyatt was shooting today involved an old grandma pole dancing in front of Sam and Jess, under the glaring noon sunlight that seemed to act as a literal spotlight.

It was diabolical... especially considering the old woman was the bride's grandmother, and she looked too enthusiastic about it. Yes, she was strip-teasing right there at the wedding party like it was the best thing that ever happened.

Thankfully, no children were on set today. They were deliberately kept away for obvious reasons.

Sometimes, Collin had no idea what went on in Wyatt's mind when he came up with scenes like this. To cook up something this bold took... "creativity."

'Who let him cook?' Collin thought, forcing a smile.

He secretly glanced at William from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction. The young rich man was speechless. Utterly and profoundly speechless.

He was speechless because the grandma was really doing a strip-tease, live, with no shame or hesitation! She was actually taking off her dress, piece by piece, revealing far more than anyone asked for.

Granny! It's sagging! And we're not talking about the breasts! There were plenty of other things sagging too.

Absolutely cinema. Or rather, absolutely diabolical.

"Is this... is this normal?" William asked hesitantly, averting his gaze in visible discomfort. He respected the hustle of artists and performers, or whatever this was, but he had no desire to watch this particular act.

He felt no arousal, not even a flicker of intrigue. In fact, it felt like his dignity was retreating, like his very soul was trying to escape his body with every shake of Grandma's ass.

"Well, yeah and no," Collin replied, trying to sound casual.

"This place is private property, and no one will disturb us during the shoot."

"The way you said that made me feel molested just by standing here," William muttered, stepping away slightly like he needed to reclaim his personal space.

"No, I mean... Wyatt's movie is rated R, meant for adult audiences. So scenes like this aren't a problem. This set is closed, on private property, and civilians won't accidentally wander in. Besides, Wyatt knows the boundaries for R-rated films as per the Film Association's regulations. There won't be any full nudity in the final cut. No genitals, even if it looks crazy during filming."

"L-Look! That guy is pulling his cock out! Is that part of the script?!" William's voice jumped in pitch, eyes wide with horror. Was this standard in Hollywood, or had he walked into a cult ritual?

"Erm... probably a method actor taking things way too far."

Collin didn't blink, answering like it was just another Tuesday.

As a former model, Collin had long been numb to things like this. Most people wouldn't believe it, but models stripped naked backstage at fashion shows with zero concern for modesty. Timing was everything, models had less than a minute to change outfits between runway walks.

A fashion show was a live event where designers showcased their creations, and models had to walk with practiced poise, then rush backstage and change as quickly as possible, especially when modeling lingerie or swimwear.

Collin recalled one fashion show in New York where he had to strip naked backstage without warning. People ogled his lower half with intense, almost predatory eyes, like he himself was part of the product line. Men and women alike licked their lips and exchanged glances that said far more than words could.

Thankfully, it was still 1995, no smartphones or hidden cameras existed yet to record and leak those moments to the press.

Years later, backstage culture had become more refined. Curtains and assistants helped protect the models' privacy. But in 1995? No such luxury. Collin had experienced it firsthand.

The modeling industry wasn't the only one with such demands. The film industry had its own share of moments where actors were expected to strip as part of the job. In sex scenes, actors often had to appear intimate in front of dozens of crew members.

If the director was stubborn enough, they might even demand the actors have actual sex for "authenticity." Maybe it was fetish-driven, or maybe the director just wanted realism. Either way, it happened.

To many actors chasing their big break, nudity became second nature. It was part of the job. They had to be professional and unflinching.

For outsiders, it was shocking. But to Collin, it was just another day. He'd even walked a runway completely naked because the designer demanded it.

This was showbiz in its raw, unfiltered glory. If you couldn't adapt, you had no place here, no matter how passionate you were. It was that simple.

After a few more seconds, the scene ended, and Wyatt called for a ten-minute break to reset the props and give the cast some breathing room.

"It's nice to meet you, Sir William. Really an honor."

Wyatt approached with a nervous smile and sweaty palms. Despite being young himself, he knew William had far more money than him.

And William wasn't just rich, he was the sole investor. Every dollar in the budget came from his personal fortune. Naturally, Wyatt's body language showed nothing but respect. In Hollywood, money talked louder than any script.

"I can see you're doing a great job and everything's running smoothly," William said, trying his best to channel the commanding tone he learned from his billionaire father during company visits.

Though he knew nothing about film production, William assumed Wyatt's job was complicated and exhausting in ways he couldn't grasp.

"That's right, that's right. Thank you very much," Wyatt replied, smiling with relief.

The three of them, Wyatt, Collin, and William, chatted about the project's progress. William mostly nodded, pretending to understand. He repeated buzzwords like "coverage," "blocking," and "continuity," even though he didn't really know what they meant.

"Perfect timing. We're missing a few extras today, and I want you both to join the shoot as background characters," Wyatt announced.

Collin nodded without expression, while William's interest visibly perked up. It would be his first time on camera, even as a blurry background extra, it was still exciting.

"Your role is simple," Wyatt continued. "Just clap and cheer at Grandma like you're the happiest wedding guest alive."

"…"

William's excitement deflated. No, plummeted. But he still wanted the experience, so he nodded with a tight, polite smile.

"By the way, William, you're over 18, right?" Collin asked.

"That's right. I turned 18 last year," William said proudly, puffing up his chest like he had just crossed into manhood.

"Thank God. It'd be a problem if you saw that extra swinging his cock around."

"…"

William was speechless again. Collin had the nerve to ask that after he'd already witnessed it, with his own two traumatized eyes. Absolutely diabolical. And tragically unforgettable.

"Since you're an adult, I'll need you to sign an NDA, for legal and confidentiality purposes. Just to ensure nothing that happens here spreads outside this set."

"Alright, sounds good." William agreed, feeling flattered to be treated like a full-grown adult, even if it came with strange responsibilities.

And so, Collin and William joined the scene as background actors.

Let's just say... their experience watching Grandma throw it back was absolutely diabolical, thoroughly trauma-inducing, and unfortunately… permanently etched into memory.