She came to Hollywood for her one chance. Her manager had given her the address of a lot that was just beginning a movie and they needed an extra girl as one of the servants. She had trained for this all her life and now she, as well as her manager, thought she was ready for this role. After paying her cab driver she nods and goes over to the front gate where the security guard stood inside the booth with the long arm over the concrete to keep out intruders on his watch.
"May I see your lot pass please?" he asked her in a low voice, his eyes looking down to her like she was nothing more than a simple kid. Well...in truth she was...but hopefully he would allow her in because her manager had called in advance telling them she was coming. She hands him the pass and once he reads it over he nods and hands it back to her. "Gotcha. Alright miss Beneton, you may go inside. It's the lot furthest down this road and take a left." He lifts the arm and she smiles and nods to him before hurrying inside, it was like stepping over the threshold to another world.
So many people in beautiful costumes, as well as scary and everything else that would make Hollywood magic. She was marveling so much at everything that she barely noticed what time it was. What she wasn't told was that at a certain time the cast and crew went on hour long breaks on the set of the movie that she was supposed to come on. Finally after her magical moment in time she hurries down the street and heads for the lot where her movie, and possibly the beginning of her acting career, was being shot.
Once she arrives she knocks on the door then opens it, she saw the sign that told about not going in when the light was on but it wasn't on now. Taking a deep breath she decides to become brave and she calls out in a soft voice but made sure she could be heard. "Hello? Anyone here? My name is Salena Beneton and my manager called ahead for me." She listened but no answer. Where was everyone? She sets her things down on a nearby table and she begins to look around. Upon coming to the set she was awestruck. It was set up to look like the best fake jungle she had ever seen. The plants were real alright, but she never thought they could make a jungle appear in a large place like this. Just more Hollywood magic, and she smiles as she looks around.
She tried calling out again but there was no answer, maybe they were in a different part of the building. Her part in this movie, her manager explained, was that she would be a servant to one of the stars of the movie while he was in his jungle home. She saw her outfit there with her name on it on the costume rack and she smiles, feeling the material and she knew she would look good in it. She looks around once more and made sure no one was around, then she takes off her jeans and short-sleeved turtleneck and she puts on the servant uniform. The measurements on it were precise, and soon she was wearing her own costume and she almost couldn't contain her joy.
Thinking she might need to anyway she decides to look around the lot, just to see all of the things she would be working with. Going into the room marked PROPS she knocks on the door before entering. After calling out a couple of times she found this room was empty as well. Where could have they all gone? She was sure no one was watching her, so she decided to poke around and try out some of the props, picking up a tray in her hand and she pretends the tea set was on it and she looks to an empty chair.
"Your tea sir." She giggles then she acts like she is pouring the tea for the actor that would be her employer in the movie and she was just having too much fun with this. She had gotten the script for the movie but she always loved to improvise on certain things. After her brief moment of acting she continues to look around. When she rounds a corner she nearly screams her head off with seeing the scariest sight in her life...a giant snake! But wait...it wasn't moving. She keeps her distance but looks and sees a control panel next to the mammoth snake. It was made to look like an anaconda that seemed like it was fifty feet long or so in her opinion. It lay in a pile of coils that seemed precisely placed and she thought it would be safe to come in for a closer look.
She was slow and cautious, just in case it wasn't a fake. Sure did look lifelike. She carefully runs her hand over the realistic scales and found them to be nothing but shined up foam rubber. Sure felt weird but she just chuckles to herself, she was scared of a robot. She goes over to the control panel and looks over everything there. So many buttons and levers, how could one control a snake this size? She looks around again, knowing she might be in trouble for being there in the first place, but again she saw no one. She then looks to the switch and hesitates at first, but then she flips it to ON.
The eyes of the snake flash a red glow and then go back to being black. The head raises and the fake tongue flickers out. She was marveling at the creation of someone else's imagination and stood there frozen. Soon she gets over her fascination and she looks down to the rest of the controls. They weren't labeled exactly in a way she could understand, so she would just make some educated guesses. She finds something that looks like a joystick and she moves it, then watches as the snake's head moves, the hydraulics silent and it turns to look at her and flicker the tongue. "I'm not on the menu" she says to it smirking and she turns the joystick so the head would look in another direction.
The snake follows her movements with the joystick and she pushes the red button on the top and saw the snake opened its mouth and let out a scary hissing noise. She was glad this was a fake, otherwise she would have been scared. Thinking it was time to pack it in and check to see if there was anyone inside the place she turns the switch off and the snake's head falls into place on the pile of coils. She comes and pats the snake on the head and smirks, calling it a good snake and she smirks as she begins to walk out. As she walks she swears she hears it hissing and she turns around. It was still in place and not moving, no tongue or anything. Maybe she had only heard it in her head, after all, it did seem very lifelike. She then walks out of the props room, unaware that the eyes were glowing and the tongue was indeed flickering.
She comes back out to the set, still nobody! She tries calling out yet again and she just came to the conclusion that maybe she had come too late, oh well, she still had time to enjoy herself and look around the set that she would be getting used to. The lush greenery was everything she could have pictured for a real jungle. There were sun lamps overhead and she saw they were set for mid day and they cast what glow would normally come from the sun through the trees. They sure did know how to make everything believable in Hollywood.
She goes to the middle of the huge setup and sees that there is a black lagoon in the middle of it all. She goes over to the water and tests it out, perhaps a swim wouldn't be too bad. Once more looking around to make sure no one was watching, she begins to take off her costume. Lord knows if she was to get it wet or ruined in any way she would have her head chewed off. She was left in her bra and panties now, her size 38C's perking in the underwire, but perhaps it would become uncomfortable once wet, she then takes it off, leaving her in her panties now and she sets it gently down with her costume before stepping into the water. She lets out a small squeak as it was ice cold, but she then plunges in and begins swimming around.
After a moment she floats on her back, looking up to the very high ceiling and she smirks as she closes her eyes and floats lazily on the fake lagoon. Something like this she could get used to. What she was unaware of though was that there was something watching her, now that she was no longer moving she was an easy target. The silent stalker then slips silently and effortlessly into the water, staying along the bottom and watching her with the light provided from the lamps.
She barely knew a thing. She then looks to her watch and she saw she was going to be late to check into her hotel, oh boy wouldn't her manager love her then! She begins swimming towards the shore and she felt something brush against her legs, but looking down the water was too dark and murky to actually see anything down there, shrugging it off she begins swimming again and she was going to get out and dry off, she would then put on her regular clothing and go to her stuff and get her cell phone out and call her manager and tell him she made it there alright.
Her silent stalker had different plans, before she could take three more strokes her legs were held fast in something like a vice grip, trying hard not to drown she tries to remain calm, she must have gotten her legs caught in something, no reason to panic right? She moves her hands to feel what had gotten a grip on her legs, then she was pulled under before she knew it. Growing into a panic she struggles to get to the surface, once she was there she let out a scream and she looks down, now the grip was on her waist. Before she could get a closer look the head of the animal comes above the water, eyes glowing red as the tongue flickers out.
She lets out a loud scream and then her body moves around, but all that was done was the snake got a better grip on her. her breasts were pressed tightly against her chest and her arms were pinned to her sides. She tried to scream for help but it was no use. The snake hisses at her and begins to constrict. She looks into those demonic-looking red eyes and saw the snake most likely intended on eating her. But it was fake...and she turned it off...how was it here right now? Was someone inside the building and just trying to scare her? Highly unlikely.
Seemed when she pet the head of the snake back in the props room she activated the switch behind the eye. Once that was switched on it had to follow its programming, normally there was someone at the controls to keep the snake from becoming deadly. But no one was here...and she was in real danger. She tries to call out for help but all she could manage was some whimpering cries as the snake continued to tighten around her, every once in a while pulling her under the water then bringing her up again. Those red eyes never leaving her face as it hisses and tightens even more.
She was crying though it wasn't seen with the water running over what was exposed of her body. Every time she expelled a breath the snake kept tightening its rubbery grip. Slowly, ever so slowly, the life was being squeezed from her. She tried to struggle, but the hold on her was too strong. This snake was definitely lifelike in every way. If it weren't trying to kill her she would have complemented the maker on his work. Her heart rate increases and she struggles a little more until her body was beginning to go limp in the hold of the mechanical snake. Her ribs breaking as the snake works her body to the point of literally crushing her bones. She heard and felt the snaps and the pops but she couldn't scream out in pain. Her last vision was the snake opening the mouth wide and coming down over her head. Then everything went black.
The cast and crew of the movie come back from their break, seeing the clothing and only picking it up and hanging it up on the rack. The director checks his watch and looks around. "Where the hell is my servant?!" he calls out impatiently. Everyone shrugs and he just gets frustrated. Damned girls always think they can be like stars and become fashionably late. They would have to shoot the movie as is, the director calls out for the snake from props and the man goes into the props room, right where he left it, the snake was coiled up in the same position as he left it. There was an unnoticeable grin on the lips of the snake as it was activated. The body of the dead girl inside would go unnoticed, as it seemed some of the hydraulic fluids inside the snake acted to keep the decay of the body unnoticed. No lump at all she made inside the snake and it slithers off under the control of the man to the set where it would take the fake victim.