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“The tits need to be bigger,” Liz says, head tilted to the side as she regards the animatronic model of Maxine’s torso. “And more freckles on the neck.”
Sophie nods in agreement. Without even looking at Maxine for permission, she lets her work-rough hands wander over Maxine’s skin, feeling out the exact changes Liz wants.
Maxine stands still and lets her women work. The model will only exist for a few frames before it bursts open at the sternum to reveal fake blood and viscera and a shockingly realistic-looking robotic piranha. But she preens at the idea of Liz wanting it to look perfect.
“Turn it around,” Liz says, and Sophie does. “Fix the ass, too. Perkier.” Maxine grins lazily, rolling her head back onto Liz’s shoulder. “Can you have it done by Thursday?”
“I think so.” Sophie does another once-over. It makes Maxine shiver in the best way, being appraised so blatantly. With men, it used to feel like a cattle auction. But with these women, she feels like a rare diamond on blue velvet, wanted by all and had by only them.
Liz pats Maxine on the bottom, both patronizing and loving. “Good. Let’s get you something to eat before the next scene, darling.” She and Sophie walk Maxine out of the FX studio towards her trailer, arms wrapped possessively around her waist.
Maxine has fought for this and won. Now she can lie back and let Liz and Sophie make it happen, one movie at a time.