by Chrissy

Heads turned and admiring glances followed the extremely handsome man dressed entirely in black leather as he dodged around cameras and stepped over tangled cords and cables to find his position on the set of the sci-fi movie "Millennium Death Race". Antonio Banderas had spent the past two hours memorizing his lines phonetically, and was about to utter them when the director held up a hand.

"Hang on a sec, the light's not right. Bring in more light and move that camera over there."

As the director barked out orders in English - none of which he could understand - Antonio returned to his canvass chair, lit a cigarette and sighed. Yet another delay in filming. He was becoming used to the American way of doing things. Everything was 'hurry up and wait' it seemed. Still, he was not complaining, the past three weeks had been the most exciting experience of his entire life.

Antonio was almost 26 years old and a struggling actor based in Madrid when the call had come in from his agent.

"Don't cut your hair" had been the breathless command over the phone. "they want long hair"

"What are you talking about?" Antonio had asked.

Apparently Hollywood was coming to Spain to film a portion of a movie, his agent had told him. They would be shooting in the ashen-white, austere areas of Andalusia, a rocky barren landscape which was to represent a future world, and the call had gone out for local actors. To make a long story short, Antonio auditioned and was immediately snapped up. He was to play the part of "Ryzek", a fanatical futuristic motorbike-riding outlaw. He was to be the bad-ass, bad to the bone, evil enemy of "Bennick" the all-American, muscled good guy played by Sylvester Stallone.

He was instructed to learn a smattering of English, and an assistant was hired to coach him with articulating his dialogue phonetically in English. Antonio possessed a quick and clever mind and he soon was spouting the strange words with ease, although he only had a glimmer of what he was saying. Actually, he was so impressive in the part, the scriptwriters had been busy expanding his role and the initial week of work had grown to be almost a month with more to come. There was even talk of bringing over the big American star of the movie, Sylvester Stallone, and writing additional scenes in which Sly would actually interact with Antonio.

Antonio was having the time of his life. He was 'into' Americana. He idolized everything American and eagerly soaked up the USA adventure unfolding before him each day on the set. Excitedly, he had invited his parents and brother to the shoot. At first they had been dazzled by the many noisy explosions, but they soon tired of the experience. Unlike Spanish movies, where many shots would be filmed in a day, American movie productions moved along at a snail's pace. Many long hours would be spent setting up cameras and lights for a mere thirty second segment of footage. His friend Pedro - the director - had also visited the set and had snorted in disgust at what he saw.

"You're wasting your immense talent, Antonio" he'd scoffed, "This film is absolute crap. My God, so much noise! Why must everything explode?"

But Antonio would have none of it. To actually be participating in an American film was a total dream for him. In fact, he was so filled with joy he thought he would burst. He loved the way the Americans related to each other, even though he could not understand hardly anything that was said. Like him, the film crew seemed to be brimming with vast amounts of unbridled energy and enthusiasm. They were free to be – as Antonio wanted always to be. And he was overwhelmed by the huge numbers of film people involved in the shoot, not to mention the limitless budget available. Money never seemed to be any problem with the Americans. So different from Spanish movie making.

Antonio's first encounter on set had been with wardrobe. He was to be dressed entirely in black leather. The leather pants he was to wear were so tight he could hardly sit down in them. The buttery soft leather clung to his slim hips, tight butt and muscular soccer-playing thighs like a second skin. At first it seemed he was to wear a white silk shirt, but after much discussion - none of which he could understand - the shirt was discarded. He was to be shirtless.

"He's got a nice chest. We don't want to hide it with a shirt." Derek, the gay supervisor of wardrobe, had stated, his lustful eyes roaming over youthful Antonio with open desire.

Atop the snug pants he would wear a long black leather trenchcoat which came right down to his ankles. Several gold chains dangled from his neck and rested amid the soft hair of his chest. His curls had grown quite long and the hairdresser had fussed over them with scissors and mousse until Antonio hardly recognized himself when he studied his reflection in the mirror. A weird laser gun was strapped to one strong thigh. Slung by a leather strap that hung across his broad shoulders was a magnificent futuristic shotgun, which he must occasionally haul out and fire whilst driving the motorbike at high rates of speed.

Antonio was to ride a massive Harley Davidson motorbike. The bike had been rigged to appear radically ahead of its time and contained many added bits and pieces of strangely shaped metal. Antonio had been directed to practice maneuvering the heavy vehicle whilst at the same time firing various guns and other weapons. Because he was an insignificant actor, a stunt double was not employed. Antonio was incidental to the movie (at first) and was told he must either learn to control the huge vehicle or the part was not his.

Antonio wanted the part desperately so he put his heart and soul into learning to manage the bike. Twice he had spun out of control and bore the bruises and scratches from many mishaps. However, Antonio was in possession of a natural grace and coordination and soon was wheeling around the set at impressively high rates of speed churning up clouds of white dust and causing the producer to have heart failure at the prospect of his precious motorbike being harmed. However, as the shoot began, of course, and Antonio became more integral to the plot of the movie, he was told he would have a stunt double for some of the more dangerous stunts. Antonio did not like this one bit and argued thru his translator with the producer whenever the stunt man was to fill in for him. He wanted to do it all himself.

As Antonio's above average acting abilities became more apparent to the director and producer and his role expanded, a female love interest for him was introduced into the plot.

A ravishing 24-year old starlet named Toya Robbins was flown over from Los Angeles and Antonio fell madly in love with her at first sight. His friends were used to Antonio and his instant infatuations with women. It was often said that his bedroom should be fitted with a revolving door, for Antonio had bedded many in his short life, although - to his credit - he truly believed he was in love with each and every one of them at the time.

But Toya was something different and special. She was that rare breed. An American. Antonio believed her to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. Her hair was long and sunny yellow blond. Her eyes the colour of cornflowers; her skin creamy and smooth; her lips full and pouting; her curvaceous body perfect. And, to Antonio's delight, she actually made the effort to converse with him in Spanish (albeit of the Californian high school variety). Antonio was an outgoing, friendly, charismatic youth, but the language barrier always stood between him and the rest of the crew. No one on set ever made any real effort to speak with him in his native tongue. He always felt he was on the outside looking in. So he was earnestly grateful to Toya. And, like him, her ability with languages was excellent and they soon were communicating easily.

But Toya's arrival on the set had sparked a particular dilemma for Antonio. He was a virile, highly sexed man and - to his horror - every time Toya came near he experienced a super sized hard-on. He tried to hide it, of course, but the skintight leather pants left nothing to the imagination. He often had to hold the script pages over his erection so that she should not see.

And to make matters worse, he had been told that a love scene would now be included in the movie. In the scene he and Toya would both be naked and in the throes of passion apparently. Toya seemed quite keen on the idea. She found Antonio to be sexy and dreamily gorgeous. But Antonio only cursed his disobedient penis. It would expose him. Betray him for sure. What on earth was he to do?

With a frown he lit another cigarette and waited for the shot to be set up. Suddenly his eyes were covered from behind and he heard Toya's giggle at his back. "Hey! can I have a cigarette?" she laughed.

Antonio turned to face her. His eyes ran over her young shapely body. In the movie she played "Ramma" and, like Antonio, wore butter soft leather. Like him her outfit was scant and tight and sexy. But her leather ensemble was sensuously ripped and torn exposing erotic parts of her anatomy and her long legs were clad in fishnet stockings with the prerequisite laser gun strapped around a slim thigh.

Antonio's eyes dropped to her firm breasts and the obvious outline of erect nipples pressing against the supple soft leather. He sighed to himself. He could sense the bulge beginning between his legs as he visualized himself biting and sucking those hard niblet nipples through the smooth yielding leather. Hurriedly he grabbed a cigarette from his package and handed it back to her before she came around to the front of him and noticed.

"Antonio - they're ready for you" his assistant and translator was suddenly at his side.

Antonio wanted the ground to open and swallow him. Would everyone notice? Of course they would. The leather pants were skin tight, his erection enormously apparent. He was, after all, very well endowed.

But there was nothing he could do. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and resolutely stood up. He pulled the long leather overcoat around his waist and walked to his specified mark on the set. The scene was mostly close ups, thankfully. He held the coat tightly against him with both hands.

Antonio prided himself on his professionalism and he put everything out of his mind except the necessary acting skills needed for the scene. He must relate to a blank green screen and imagine the monster before him. The director was pleased and the shot was completed with one take.

"Wow! You're a fabulous actor" Toya remarked breathlessly as Antonio returned to his seat. "You really and truly seemed to be anxious and sweating out there"

He sat down carefully placing his hands in his lap. "You know," Toya went on in Spanish "We have sex scene together scheduled for tomorrow."

"I know" Antonio replied seriously

"Don't you think we should practice?"

"Practice?"

"Sure" Toya grinned at him, "Practice kissing and stuff. Do you screen kiss with tongues?"

Beneath the pants Antonio's penis thrust ever harder against its tight leather confines. "Yeah. Of course"

Toya looked into his big cinnamon-coloured eyes eagerly. "Well, our kisses must look good. We don't want spit everywhere, do we?"

"Er.. no" Antonio replied licking his lips hoping no spit was on display at this very moment. He certainly felt he was drooling. It was so difficult to keep his eyes on her face with that tight outfit.

"Well, when you've finished here, pucker up those luscious lips and come to my trailer and we'll practice" she dragged on her cigarette, blew smoke in his face and with a cheeky grin she sauntered away. "See ya" she smiled looking over her shoulder at him and wiggling her hips. Antonio swallowed noisily.

An hour later the sky was clouding over and the director called for a break in shooting. Antonio made his way across the set to Toya's trailer. He himself did not warrant a trailer, only a name embossed chair with an umbrella for shade.

Toya ushered him in. She had removed the leather outfit, and had obviously just showered. She wore a short pink satin bathrobe and seemingly was naked beneath.

"Wanna beer?" she smiled. They both regarded each other admiringly when each thought the other was not looking.

"Sure". Antonio felt slightly awkward. He was not certain what was expected of him here. Did she want sex? How did American girls make love? Was it the same as their Spanish counterparts?

She chatted on pleasantly. Her Spanish was quite good and he had no trouble following her words.

"You're very good-looking" she was saying. He noticed the bench seats of her trailer had been folded down to form a bed, and Toya settled herself comfortably. "Come here, Ryzek" she smiled and patted the bed beside her, "And take off that leather coat. You're always wrapping that coat around you so tight".

He pulled off his coat, took a giant swig of the beer she had given him and sat next to her on the bed. His eyes dropped to her long slender legs.

"You know, one day you're gonna be a big movie star in America" she chatted amiably. He could smell the shampoo from her still damp hair, "you should begin learning English now so you'll be ready for stardom"

He smiled modestly. "No, I mean it" she went on seeing his look, "You're ways better than Sylvester Stallone. He's good, but you – well you're Oscar material. This movie won't win any Oscars, of course, but one day you'll be up there giving your acceptance speech in Los Angeles. I'd bet my life on it. It's so obvious, Antonio, you're the only one that's gonna stand out in this fucking movie. The director is absolutely thrilled with you. You make the rest of us look bad because you can capture the character and perform your scenes so effortlessly and naturally in only one or two shots. It's like you ARE Ryzek. And they're raving about your skill with the bike. You're absolutely fearless. "

Antonio dropped his eyes shyly. He didn't know how to respond to her flattering words.

"Or stupid" he grinned. He drank more beer.

"No - not you" she smiled into his eyes. "Believe me, Antonio, you're wasted in this crap. And you're too big for Europe. Learn to speak English. Then go to American and make a proper movie. I'll be watching for you"

She suddenly flicked back her long hair and turned to him eagerly. "Okay, Ryzek, Kiss me"

Antonio hesitated. "Come on" she said, "kiss me" she pouted her lips and leaned in close, eyes closed Feeling slightly less than confident, Antonio put his arms around her and pulled her to him. He kissed her lips softly at first. Using all the expertise he could summon he nibbled on her bottom lip, pulling his teeth away gently with her lip still between them. He knew the girls liked this. Then he opened his mouth and explored hers with his tongue. He put everything he had into the kiss and she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he.

"This is good Antonio" her breath was warm against his lips "kiss me just like this tomorrow, okay?"

But after a few seconds of deep tongue kissing, Antonio forgot he was supposed to be merely practicing. As the old joke goes - God gave man two heads, but only enough blood to run one - and parts of Antonio's brain had now shut down. Strong sexual desire had taken firm dominion over common functioning sense. No doubt about it, they were going to go beyond kissing.

With a groan he pushed her back onto the bed and slipped a hand inside the now open bathrobe. He caressed the breasts he had admired so passionately through the leather outfit and he brought his lips down to kiss the smooth creamy skin of her stomach. Toya was doing nothing to deter him. She squirmed next to him, her own hands roving over his body, "God! You're so fucking gorgeous" she mumbled breathlessly in English her open mouth licking and nibbling his chest, her hot breath steaming his moist skin.

In the back of Antonio's fervent mind he realized they were going to 'do it'. Toya was as willing as he. Frantically she pulled at the zipper of his leather pants. He raised his loins so she might tug at the tight leather and pull the pants from him.

"No underwear?" she remarked.

"No, they didn't want me to wear anything underneath" his voice was hoarse. Toya's pouting lips were inches from his aroused penis. "The pants are lined with real silk"

"Lined with silk, eh? No wonder you walk around with a permanent hard-on all day"

Antonio flinched in embarrassment. Of course she had noticed.

But he had no time to think about it now, for Toya's mouth had closed around his penis and, for one so young, she was giving him the best head he'd ever received. She could take all of him and almost swallow the tip down her throat without choking. It was impressive. Antonio closed his eyes relishing the sensual sensations washing over him. But in the back of his mind another dilemma presented itself. Was it considered bad manners to come in mouth of an American celebrity? He was minutes away from ejaculation. Should he pull out? What did she expect?

But his predicament was soon resolved, for Toya removed her mouth and was talking to him.

"Put this on" she held a condom out to him. "I'm going to ride you, Antonio, just like you ride that big sexy Harley out there"

She kneeled across his body, arms outstretched, her hands firmly gripping his shoulders holding him back on the bed, her knees pinning his arms to his sides. Slowly, guiding his penis, she slid herself down on his erection. True to her word, she 'rode' him, thrusting herself upon him with great energy. Her movements were so wild and furious, they both climaxed quickly and fell apart, lying side by side catching their breaths.

"Did you bring your cigarettes?" Toya asked after a few minutes. She tugged the condom from his depleted erection and tossed it indifferently into a plastic garbage pail next to the bed.

"Yeah" he leaned up to pull his package and lighter from the leather coat on the floor.

"Light one for me," she instructed.

Antonio sat up and put two cigarettes in his mouth. He lit them and gave one to her.

"We'll hit the shower and then go get something to eat" she said, pulling herself up into a sitting position next to him. "It's a bit primitive here, but I love your Spanish restaurants. There's a great one in the local town. We can go there."

Antonio did not reply. He smoked his cigarette in silence for a few seconds, his head filled with conflicting thoughts. He had enjoyed the sex, of course, but he had not enjoyed being told what to do. Toya had done nothing but bark orders at him. Antonio like being in charge (well, most of the time anyway). And his tender, romantic soul always guided him with women. He felt the two of them had merely 'fucked' not 'made love' and it left a bad taste in his mouth. If this was a sample of American women then give him a loving, softly compliant Spanish girl every time. He liked to take his time, move around his partner's body spontaneously; not have to listen to instructions. Not have his arms bound to his side, unable to hold or hug his partner.

He decided he liked Toya a lot, but he did not want to bed her again.

He dragged on his cigarette wondering what to say, when someone banged loudly on the door of the trailer. It was his assistant.

"Antonio. Are you in there? The director wants some night shots of you riding the bike along the cliff edge"

Antonio put his cigarette in his mouth and pulled on the leather pants. He had to lay back on the bed to zip them, they were so tight. He didn't know how his assistant knew of his whereabouts, but he was glad of his timely arrival. He pulled open the door.

"I'm right there" he turned back to Toya "I have to go." he sighed with a forced look of woe.

He stepped outside, and followed his assistant across the now darkened lot. He felt bad at leaving her without hardly a word, but was thankful for the interruption.

Unfortunately, during that night's shoot, Antonio - whilst riding recklessly and much too fast - fell from the bike. He broke his shoulder and was quickly written from the rest of the script. There were no love scenes for him to worry about now. Sly wouldn't be coming over from the States. The movie production packed up and moved its location back to Hollywood. Antonio's appearance in the movie would be confined to a preamble - to only the first 20 minutes of the film.

However, before they left, the crew presented him with the illustrious Harley Davidson motorbike as a gift. Antonio had been devastated by the injury that had terminated his big Hollywood career, but he was thrilled to receive the big bike. And he would have to make at least 2 Spanish movies to earn the same amount of money he'd made for just 4 weeks of work for the Americans.

Toya came to see him in hospital and gave him a black leather jacket with the words "Planet Hollywood" stitched on the back.

"Learn English" she encouraged as she kissed him goodbye. He also received a dozen American baseball caps emblazoned with the title of the movie and he gave them to family and friends. His father had proudly worn his for it covered his bald spot nicely, but his mother positively refused to put the item on her head. Pedro tossed his cap into the garbage in disgust.

Antonio's young bones soon healed and he continued with his acting career - for he was much in demand. "Millennium Death Race" was released a year later in the USA to dreadful reviews. It went straight to video.

However, although Antonio would never see them, many reviewers noticed and commented on his small contribution to the movie. Siskel and Ebert gave the film two very definite thumbs down, but Ebert encouraged audiences to catch the first 20 minutes and then go home. "Watch for the Spanish guy playing Ryzek," Ebert said, "he has a naturally lavish and sensual charisma. The guy's got potential". Antonio's performance caught the attention of many other American reviewers - one went on to say "Antonio Banderas is like a bright star of pure talent in a murky sky filled with tedious humdrum troupers".

Antonio's life had settled somewhat. He had married Ana Leza, He was busy working again with his friend Pedro, who often scolded him for his fixation with American movies. For Antonio would chatter endlessly about his 'American movie experience'.

"And don't waste your time learning English!" Pedro had snapped angrily one day, seeing Antonio with an English-language textbook. "You'll never relate to those crazy American scripts."

Pedro had read the comments of the American movie reviewers with a heavy heart. He lived in constant dread of losing his beautiful protege to the call of Hollywood. If Antonio left him, he didn't know what he would do. He would cry, of course. So Pedro ripped the glowing American media reviews to pieces. He was sure there was no way Antonio would have access to any of them. The Americans must forget the name Antonio Banderas. Antonio must remain in Spain where he belonged.

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