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(Author’s note: Hi everyone and thank you for following this series! This marks the final chapter of The Gift, although there will be a follow-up set at around the film’s premier, later in the summer. Please feel free to comment, rate, or message me!

This chapter is dedicated to my personal assistant (comfortably_me), my friend Jude and my wonderful editor Pixie. -Chloe xxx)

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“Good morning, Miss Chloe!”

“Hm?”

“Good morning, Miss Chloe!”

Chloe slowly opened her eyes; her bedroom was still shrouded in darkness, and she could sense her assistant, Zoe, moving around in the room.

“What time is it?” she asked, groggily.

“Two o’clock, Miss.”

Chloe groaned. The pair of them had gone to bed very early in preparation for this pre-dawn start to their day, but Chloe’s body was still resisting the need to get up at such a ridiculous hour. When Zoe turned on the light, Chloe was simultaneously impressed and annoyed to see Zoe was fully dressed and made-up for the day ahead.

“I’ll get your breakfast ready, Miss, while you have a shower,” Zoe beamed, “the car will be here in an hour.”

Thirty minutes later, Chloe made an appearance in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast table while Zoe poured her a double espresso and buttered some toast.

“You are way too chirpy for this time in the morning, Zoe,” Chloe smiled.

“I’m just excited, Miss. Today you make your proper screen debut! In a Lioness Pictures film, no less!”

“I am well aware, Zoe, darling.”

“Um… are you nervous, Miss?” This wasn’t just a cameo role — her mistress would be on screen for a significant amount of time. When Lioness pictures had filmed Dark Desires, Chloe had stepped in to cut actress Bethany Starr’s hair on screen. The original plan for The Gift had been for Chloe to be visible on-screen while she transformed Lulu’s hair, but the scene had been re-written by Elaine Danvers, the head of Lioness Pictures, to become the centre-piece of the film and make Chloe’s role much more prominent.

Chloe shrugged. “I don’t feel nervous. I’m as prepared as I can be, i think. But it will be a different situation when we’re on set, of course.”

Their car was on time — a deluxe Lexus minivan with lush executive seating in the back. Normally Zoe acted as her mistress’s chauffeur but for the duration of Chloe’s scenes at least, she got to ride alongside her boss. As the minivan sped through the countryside, the pair reviewed Chloe’s schedule for the coming week, then went over Chloe’s lines in the script again.

“I love that moment, Miss, when Chloe and Florence are discussing Lulu, and Chloe asks if she’s bedded her yet”, said Zoe.

“You do? Why is that?”

Zoe nodded and said, “um… I think about how you might talk about me? Like… I heard Bethany comment on my being collared, the other evening… and it made me feel like I was your… like you owned me, Miss.”

Chloe looked at her assistant for a long moment, before hooking her finger to the large ring at the front of her collar. She tugged on it, pulling Zoe closer to her, then leant in and kissed her, still holding her collar. Zoe whimpered and pursed her lips for Chloe’s tongue to slowly slide into her mouth.

When she broke the kiss, Chloe asked, “How long until we get there?” to which Zoe smiled at her mistress and slid out of her seat, on to her knees…

——–

When they arrived, Chloe went straight to hair and makeup while Zoe went to find the director. Jill Zegorian had caught Elaine’s eye with a short film about a hairstylist who is stalked by a jilted lover. Elaine had produced her next short film, based on a script Elaine herself had written, and it had won awards at film festivals around the world. Now, Elaine was entrusting her with the studio’s biggest production to date.

So far, Jill had managed to keep her nerves in check, partly thanks to Jude, the production manager, keeping the whole production running smoothly. However, when Zoe arrived by the bank of monitors and cameras where Jill was in conversation with Jude, she could sense a very tense atmosphere. Jill was in her regular black skinny jeans and stressed tee-shirt, her arms covered in tattoos, her dark wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail under her baseball cap.

“Good morning, Jill, Jude!” said Zoe, brightly. Her presence did seem to dissipate the tenseness a little.

“Is Chloe in makeup?” was the first thing Jill said.

“Yes, we arrived about 10 minutes ago”.

“Is she going to need you much today, do you think?” asked Jude, who somehow managed to make jeans and tee-shirt (with the Lioness Pictures logo) look smart.

“Um, no, not until after filming her scenes today,” said Zoe. She thought to herself, afterward, we’re going to have to find a quiet office for about an hour…

“What’s wrong?” Zoe asked.

“Jude’s assistant has called in sick, and she needs someone to help out,” sighed Jill.

“I don’t want to have to pull one of the other interns in, it’ll Pendik travesti slow me down,” frowned Jude.

“I’d love to help, Jude. Let me go and let Miss Chloe know, then I’ll be straight with you.”

“You’re a star, Zoe, thank you!” said Jude, and Jill gave her a hug.

By the time Zoe found her, Chloe had been transformed into the 1923 French character who shared her name. She was in her costume of men’s slacks and white dress shirt. Her makeup making her look like a femme fatale from a film noire.

Zoe explained the situation to her mistress, who answered in her now familiar Parisian, screen accent.

“Of course, dear, I am happy for you to step in and help Jude, but on two conditions,” she said to Zoe’s reflection.

“Yes, Miss Chloe?” asked Zoe.

“First, you are the best that you can be. You represent me, Zoe. Moi. So, you must be the best damned assistant that woman has ever had. You take care of anything that is asked of you, oui?”

“Absolutely, Miss Chloe”, Zoe breathed, “and the second condition?”

Chloe didn’t answer straight away, but wrote out a note, which she handed to her assistant.

“Give her this, as soon as you get back to the set,” she said.

Zoe leaned in and kissed her ear. “Break a leg, Miss!” she said, and left.

In the elevator, Zoe realised her mistress hadn’t said that she couldn’t read the note, so she did. It read:

“Zoe shall provide you with all you need up to the end of my scheduled scenes. I expect to receive her in the same state as I have provided her: unblemished and in one piece! – Chloe”

Zoe smiled, butterflies in her stomach as she re-read the note. She wondered what the day ahead had in store for her, but she was adamant she would make her mistress proud!

When she caught up with Jude, Zoe handed her the note. Jude read it and chuckled.

“Alright, Little One, time for a whiz bang tour of the set!” As Zoe was 5’4 and Jude was 6 foot tall, “Little One” did seem appropriate. Jude took Zoe around the set, meeting various people, all of whom had integral roles behind the scenes. There was an electrician (Gaffer) and his assistant (Best Boy), there were the lighting assistants (Key Grip) as well as sound engineers and camera operators. It was clear to Zoe that all had come to respect Jude’s command of the set and were eager to please her.

“Do you want to see the set, Little One? We’ve got a bit of time,” smiled Jude. The set was walled in on three sides, with entry at the back (where the front door would be, thought Zoe). When she stepped on to it, it was like she was transported within the very story itself.

“It’s exactly as I imagined it, from the script!” she said, smiling in wonderment. The studio space had been transformed into a period barbershop, to the script’s specifications. Zoe ran her fingers over the leather barber’s chair, and the sink in front of it.

“It’s all real,” she said, “I mean, of course it’s real…but I always had in my mind that studio sets were all plywood and Styrofoam!”

Jude smiled at her and knocked on the wall, which sounded hollow and fake.

“Ah,” laughed Zoe. “But it is amazing, what’s been created here!” she turned a full circle, taking it all in, then faced Jude.

“So, Miss… what are my duties today?”

“Come on, let’s get you a crew shirt and a walkie talkie,” said Jude, putting her arm around Zoe’s shoulders.

Zoe spent a good couple of hours at Jude’s beck and call, carrying a checklist and walkie-talkie. She had to move fast to keep up with the striking amazon’s pace. She passed her mistress a couple of times, talking to Jill the director, who was explaining the first shot, her introduction into the film.

Jude walked up to the pair.

“We’re all set, Jill. Ready to roll.”

“Great! Ok Chloe, take your position!” Jill said to her mistress. Zoe beamed at her; she looked every inch a star, in her eyes.

Chloe walked on to the set as Jude barked out orders. She sat in the chair and a prop assistant handed her the book and a lit cigarette. Chloe took a long drag, held up the book to her face and placed her feet on the sink in front.

“CAMERAS ROLLING”, yelled Jude, “QUIET ON SET!”

A moment later, Jill yelled, “ACTION!” and Chloe became an actress.

—-

There were a few more set-ups before lunch, short scenes shot from different angles, and Zoe shadowed Jude through all of it.

Jill told the crew to break for lunch early, as the afternoon filming of the makeover was going to take a long time. Chloe went to lunch with Noa and Bethany, so Zoe stayed close to Jude.

“How are you doing, Little One?” she asked.

“I’m good…it’s a lot of running about, isn’t it!” said Zoe, smiling. “Am I doing okay, Jude?”

Jude smiled, “You’re doing well to keep up. I can tell Chloe must have you on your toes a lot.”

“Well, yes…”

The pair of them took their lunches into one of the back rooms, where there was a table and some chairs.

“This Pendik travestileri afternoon’s going to be a long session, as Jill is going to have to film the whole makeover and sex scene in long takes,” Jude said.

“Less running around for us, then?” smiled Zoe.

“Hopefully!” said Jude. She looked at the young woman sat next to her as they finished their lunch.

“May I ask you something, Zoe?”

“mm hmm?” said Zoe as she finished her sandwich.

“That day… when you were with Mia in the toilets…”

“Yes?” Zoe blushed a little, remembering that Jude heard them.

“Was that, like, your interview for the job of Chloe’s assistant?”

“Um… not exactly. I’d been offered the job already but was feeling a little doubtful and self-conscious about taking it. Miss Mia wanted to show me that it was something I really wanted to do, if I’d just get out of my own way.”

Jude nodded. “I’ve often thought about it, actually. Hearing the two of you like that.”

“May I ask you a question, Jude?” said Zoe after a moment.

“Of course,” she said.

“I can tell that Chloe cuts your hair. It has that signature precision of hers. Do you enjoy being in her chair?”

Jude breathed deeply as she recalled her first time under Chloe’s hands and the subsequent visits. “I’m assuming that is as close to a rhetorical question as you can get. The first time I went there, when she gave me the full overhaul, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.” She ran a hand through her hair, “I’m due for another cut soon, once we finish this week’s filming.”

“I’m glad you’ve experienced that, and that you appreciate her work.”

“That’s not all I appreciate, Zoe. You’re wearing her collar. She’s a very lucky woman.”

“I feel very fortunate myself, Jude. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Jude smiled and pulled out Chloe’s note from her back pocket.

“And today, you’re with me…”

Zoe looked at Jude. Although her hair was grey, it was in great condition and precisely barbered. Zoe had instantly known that her mistress had styled her. She took in her kind face, her lean athletic body, her eyes trailing over her tight belly and back up to her eyes.

She stood up and walked behind Jude. She slid her hand into the back of her hair, over the clippered nape and into the thickness on top…her other hand on her shoulder, sliding over her front, as she leaned and asked, “Is there anything you’d like your assistant to do, Miss Jude?”

“Yes…” sighed Jude, “… don’t stop.”

Zoe kissed the side of her neck….her hands sliding over the front of Jude’s tee-shirt, her flat palms pressing against her breasts. Jude turned her head, her lips meeting Zoe’s in a long, slow kiss, each moaning against the other’s lips and tongue.

Zoe took hold of Jude’s tee-shirt and lifted it from the bottom, exposing her abs. She slid her fingers over Jude’s taut skin, feeling her toned muscles.

“Get down here,” moaned Jude, and Zoe knelt between her thighs. Jude quickly unbuckled her belt and yanked her jeans down. She lifted her butt and Zoe took hold of them, peeling them down Jude’s muscular thighs. She was wearing a tight pair of trunks underneath.

Zoe looked up at Jude and pressed her fingers against her mound, pressing the soft fabric, pulling it so it was tight, making Jude’s pussy lips rub against it. As she did so, Zoe kissed Jude’s washboard stomach, licking every ripple.

Looking up at Jude once more, Zoe took hold of the hem of the trunks and slowly pulled them down. Jude spread her thighs, her pussy glistening. She took hold of Zoe’s curls and pulled her down. Zoe yelped but her eyes were sparkling as she drew nearer to the wet arousal. She made contact with her flat tongue pressing against Jude’s outer lips, then licking slowly over them. Jude moaned in encouragement, spreading herself with her own fingers, exposing her pink flesh between thick puffy lips. Zoe licked again. This time she didn’t stop. Her tongue delved between Jude’s open lips and lapped at her over and over.

Jude was panting now, looking down at the silvery blonde curls, bobbing over her crotch as Zoe licked and probed her. She clutched at Zoe’s hair, which unexpectedly made Zoe whimper and lick her more eagerly.

Jude had been silent up until now but found her voice, “God Zoe yes yes, I’m cumming…”

She held Zoe in place, her muscular thighs pressing her head as she gasped loudly, her fluids drooling into Zoe’s mouth.

Jude slowly relaxed, her head rolling back as she slumped in the chair, her hand still holding Zoe’s curls pushing her off her mound. She looked down to see Zoe licking her lips and wiping her chin, a contented look on her face. Jude looked at her phone to check the time.

“That was incredible,” Jude said, as Zoe stood and straightened her clothing. “You’re incredible.”

Zoe smiled at her. “Thank you, Miss Jude. I hope you give a good report to Miss Chloe about me.”

“The Travesti pendik day is not over yet, little one, we still have a lot to shoot.”

Zoe nodded. “I’m here to assist, Miss Jude. Let’s get back to work!”

The next set-up was for the “big chop”, when “French Chloe” cuts the length of Lulu’s hair. Jill had set up three cameras to capture the action to allow for wide angles and close-ups. Zoe and Jude stood side by side and watched as the scene played out on the monitors. Zoe marveled at her mistress, her ability to act while also cutting Noa’s hair. Noa and Bethany, as Lulu and Florence, were also acting their socks off. Zoe glanced over at Jill, who had a very satisfied look on her face, and when Jude placed her hand on her shoulder, she looked up at her and gave her a wide grin.

On the monitor, Zoe watched as “French Chloe” held up the length of hair cut from Noa, and Zoe wondered for a moment if the look of shock on Lulu’s face was in fact Noa’s real reaction or her acting. As Chloe finished her lines and walked towards the back of the barbershop, Jill shouted, “CUT!”

There was a spontaneous round of applause, and suddenly Zoe realised how tense the set had been during the scene, and the sense of relief was washing over everyone, especially Noa.

“Oh my God, I didn’t realise I was holding my breath for so long!” she exclaimed. Zoe walked over with some bottles of water for the trio of actresses.

“Thank you darling, how’s it going with Jude?” asked Chloe, as Zoe handed a bottle to each of them.

“Very well, Miss Chloe. How are you finding it?”

Chloe took a long swig of the water before responding. “I must admit that scene got me a bit tingly. The next bit is going to be the trickiest. I really wish I had you here to take care of me, but we need to get this all in one session.”

Zoe smiled, “Don’t worry Miss, I shall be here for you.” She turned to Noa. “How are you doing under there?” referring to the fact that only Noa’s head was visible; the rest of her naked body totally covered by a heavy cape.

“Let’s just say it’s a good job I’m sitting on a towel!” said Noa, taking a long drink.

Zoe took the bottles off each of them and moved off the set as Jill and Jude started getting everyone set for the next long scene, when “French Chloe” bleached Lulu’s hair. This was to be immediately followed by Lulu spying on Florence and Chloe having sex in the next room.

Zoe was able to watch the whole scene on the monitors. There were three cameras set up, one on each actress. Bethany/Florence was touching her breasts, watching Chloe bleach Lulu’s hair. Once her hair is coated, Chloe takes Florence into the back room, but the cameras stay on Lulu for a good five minutes while she flicks through a magazine.

Zoe watched as Lulu looked up from her magazine, looking at the reflection of the mirror towards the back room. She turned in her seat, looking back. She slowly got out of her chair, and tiptoed across the set. One of the camera operators, wearing a Steadicam rig, followed her steps. The monitor showed her face come into view as the camera caught up with her, the look of surprise on her face, before the camera panned round to show Chloe fucking Florence over a desk. The camera moved closer, taking in Florence and Chloe’s expressions. Chloe looking up at Lulu and exchanging lines which Zoe paid no heed to. She was watching and listening to Bethany, Florence, as she climaxed. As she watched, she felt Jude’s lean body pressing against her back, her hands on her shoulders. She, Jude and Jill were glued to the screens as Chloe stepped from behind Florence and displayed the very wet looking, vintage strapon around her waist. Zoe felt Jude’s palm press against her cheek and, after a moment’s thought, Zoe pressed back into it.

Suddenly the scene was over, and Jill yelled “CUT!” which actually made Zoe jump. Now Jude was yelling also, “RESET IMMEDIATELY FOR THE NEXT SCENE!” and there was a flurry of activity on set as the cameras were moved into position.

There was nothing left for Zoe to do, other than get Jude and Jill a coffee, so she spent the next hour watching her mistress perform. And, what a performance. The eroticism of the scene seemed so natural, almost effortless between the three women. Zoe mused that Chloe’s dinner party over the weekend certainly must have helped as each seemed very comfortable in each other’s sexuality. She watched her mistress orgasm as Lulu licked her pussy, a little jealous that it wasn’t herself on her knees. She watched as her mistress fucked Florence, more graphically this time, as she bent over the sink, watched by Lulu. Again, she felt Jude pressing against her and again, she felt herself reacting.

“CUT!” yelled Jill, who jumped out of her chair and raced on set, hugging each of her actresses. Zoe stood on the edge of the set and waited.

“Oh my God, you girls are AMAZING!” Jill cried.

“Did you get everything?” asked Bethany.

“Oh, more than I could have wished for! Elaine is going to be ecstatic when she sees this!” Jill turned to Chloe, “And YOU! Oh my God, Chloe, you were amazing. You completely COMMANDED that scene!”

Chloe smiled sheepishly. “Are you sure? It was ok?” Zoe looked at her mistress, she had never seen her look so vulnerable.

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