Realism Requires Detail: A Star Wars BTS Story
by JTstories
Rose sat in a private makeup room in a robe with her earbuds in. She listened to a podcast while she waited for the makeup artists to prep her for her role as an extra in the cantina on Mos Eisley. She was so excited for her first blockbuster role—on Star Wars too!—even if she was just an extra.
She felt a hand gently pat her shoulder, and flinched seeing her two makeup artists for the day, Joanne and Sarah.
“Oh! Hey, sorry. I zoned out for a minute,” Rose said as she took her earbuds out.
“Hey Rose. Sorry we startled you! Ready to get started?” Joanne said.
“Of course!” Rose replied.
“Great. This will take some time since we have to paint you almost entirely blue to match the other aliens that will be sitting at your table in the scene,” Joanne said.
“Got it. No problem,” Rose gave a friendly smile to her artists.
“Do you mind leaving your earbuds out for this?” Sarah chimed in. “Sorry, I know makeup can get boring without something to listen to, but again, we’ll have to paint your ears and we’re probably going to start from the face and work our way down.”
“Oh. Um, yeah. No problem.” Rose said skeptically.
“Don’t worry. Once it dries you can zone out on that podcast again,” Joanne said jubilantly. “Alright. Now, let’s get started!”
***
“A little ticklish, Rose?” Joanne said playfully as she brushed blue paint behind Rose’s right ear. Joanne exchanged a devious grin with Sarah as she stroked and patted her brush around.
“Eeeehehehehe shit! I didn’t even know my ears were ticklish!” Rose squealed.
“Don’t worry. We’re almost done!” Sarah replied, swirling a small brush in and around Rose’s ear canal.
“AHHHAHAHA OKAY OKAY!” Rose scrunched her head down to her shoulder to protect herself.
She had been giggling and shaking in her chair for the whole thirty minutes it took to do her face. They’re makeup brushes of various sizes tickled every nook and cranny—even her nose which was unbearable.
“Alrighty! All done!” Sarah said cheeringly.
“Wow… That was awful,” Rose said, panting.
“You did so good! No one handles the nose or the ears well. Nobody minds the rest though…” Joanne said cryptically, exchanging another look with Sarah.
“What do you mean?” Sarah said.
“Time to do your upper body! This won’t be as bad. We promise…” Sarah said.
“Thank God!” Rose relaxed a little.
“Do you mind taking your robe off?” Joanne asked, “We have to get your arms, shoulders, and whatnot.”
“Sure.” Rose complied, taking off the robe, exposing her skin to the cool air of the room, goosebumps rising on her arms, nipples hardening slightly and poking through her bra. It wasn’t the first time her nipples perked up in this makeup session. She kind of liked the feeling of the brushes on her neck, and even let out an aroused sigh or two without realizing it.
Sarah went behind Rose and opened a latch at the top of the makeup chair.
“Raise your arms for me, Rose.”
Rose raised her arms as Sarah reached inside the back of the chair and pulled out a crossbar attached to telescopic posts. It locked in place level with Rose’s hands.
“So,” Joanne said. “While we do your arms, it will be easier if you hold on to that bar above your head, so you don’t flail around and hurt us or yourself. Sound good?”
Rose nodded reluctantly, clutching the bar and feeling vulnerable as she felt the air caress her underarms.
“How much more do you need to paint?” Rose asked nervously.
“Just about everywhere… Realism requires detail, after all…” Joanne said.
Rose felt a flutter in her belly at the thought of them covering her torso with those torturous brushes. And she didn’t like the look Joanne gave Sarah as she said “detail.”
“Ahh!” Rose gasped and shuttered at the feeling of Sarah suddenly starting to paint both her forearms at once.
She tried to hold in her laughter as Sarah worked her way around and down every inch slowly and thoroughly. Roses lips curled into her mouth.
“Everything okay, Rose? It looks like you’re having a hard time there,” Joanne teased.
Rose squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
“No? Just a little ticklish on your arms?” Joanne replied.
Rose nodded her head silently. She wanted to scream as she felt Sarah’s brushes fluttering in the crooks of her elbows. Rose nearly lifted herself off the seat from the bar as Sarah reached the insides of her biceps.
“Sarah, you should see her face. She looks like she’s ready to explode!” Joanne joked over the sounds of Rose panting through her nose and whimpering as Sarah finished her arms.
“Awww, she must be so sensitive! I bet she’s really ticklish… HERE!” Sarah said as she started coating Rose’s underarms in flurries with the brushes.
“AAAAHAHAHAHA! OKAY STAHAHAP!” Rose brought her arms down immediately.
“The sooner we get this over with the better, Rose.” Joanna said.
“Sorry…” Rose said, catching her breath. “I just needed a break for a second.”
Rose slowly brought her arms back up to the top. Her nipples poked hard through her bra, which didn’t go unnoticed by her secretly tickle-hungry makeup artists.
“Ready?” Sarah asked. Rose nodded.
“EEHEHEHEHE! I CAN’T! I CAHAHAHAN’T DO IT!” Roses arms shot back down, trapping Sarah’s brushes in her armpits.
Sarah grabbed her wrists and jerked them up.
“What are you doing!” Rose looked up and saw Sarah strapping her wrists to the bar with padded restraints.
“This will make things muuuch easier for all of us,” Sarah said. “Now, don’t you think we should just speed things up, Joanna? You paint the bottom of her torso while I paint the top.”
“With pleasure!” Joanne jumped up, eager to tickle their subject.
“Wait… wait. Please DOHOHON’T! NOOHOHOHOH!” Rose howled as their brushes made contact with her.
Sarah brushed her armpits in circles, beginning small and getting larger, then starting again. Joanne covered her belly and ribs in blue paint, careful to paint each rib thoroughly.
"FUUUHAHAHACK THIS IS TORTUUUURE! PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” Rose shook and twisted in the chair. Joanne strapped her ankles down to prevent being kicked.
Rose felt her body start to betray her as Sarah began painting her chest and around her cleavage. Joanne painted her waistline slowly, triggering a desirous, anxious shutter and warmth in her belly. She let out little gasps between panicked laughter as they methodically tickled her to a slow-burning, unrealized arousal from all this helpless attention her body was receiving. Her nipples ached and felt like they would tear through the fabric of her bra. It felt like they were tickling her for hours with the mixed signals she was getting from her body.
“OH MY GAHAHAAAAD! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE! PLEASE!”
Suddenly all of it stopped. Rose felt her bra unclasp. Sarah pulled it up and away from her chest, and Rose gasped at the breeze on her now hypersensitive nipples.
“Oh no no no. Please, stop! Please don’t paint my chest!” She pleaded to Joanne, who sat between her legs in front of her.
“Sorry, Rose. I told you… Realism requires detail,” Joanne said, as she brought a fine-tipped toothbrush to Rose’s belly button.
“NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE TOO!”
“It’s why they pay us the big bucks, Rose! Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer now.” Sarah said as she began painting the sides and undersides of Rose’ breasts.
“OH FUUHAHAHAHACK! I DIDNNT EVEN KNOHOHOHOW I WAS—”
“A little ticklish up there?” Joanne interrupted. “I bet you didn’t know you liked it either.” She smirked up at Sarah, signaling her start painting circles toward her nipples.
“WHAHAT? I D-OHHHHOHO! DON’T PAINT THEHEHERE!” Rose didn’t realize how wet she was, or that she was arching her back, pleading for the brushes to kiss her nipples, or that she was rubbing her legs together in front of Joanna, who was as aroused as she was.
“That’s not what your nipples seem to want!” Sarah teased.
“OH FUHUHUCK! THIS IS CRAZYYY! I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”
“Awwww. Don’t worry, we’re so close!” Joanna teased as Sarah swapped her brushes out with fine-tips.
“UNNNHHHHOHOHOH GOD!” She gasped deeply as the brushes landed gently on her aureolas. Her whole body shuttered with each agonizingly slow circle Sarah completed around the edges of her nipples. Meanwhile, Joanne continued to tease her belly button.
“This might take a minute. I really have to get every inch.” Sarah cooed into Rose’s ear.
“OH SHIHIT! IT TICKLES! PLEAAASE!” She couldn’t stop laughing but she breathed and panted desirously under her laughter.
“I don’t think she minds. Look her gyrating her hips! “Joanna said playfully. “Trying to hide a naughty little secret from us?”
“How unprofessional of you, Rose!” Sarah taunted. “Getting so horny on set…”
“Yeah we can’t let you get this excited on the clock!” Joanne said as she plunged her finger deep into Rose’s belly button wiggled it around.
“AHAHAHAHAHA FUCK! JOAAHAHANE!”
“Oops. I have to start your belly button again! My finger ruined it!” Joanne replied, diving her torturous brush back in.
“NOHHOHOHO! PLEASE!”
“Almost theeerrreeee,” Sarah sang as Rose twitched shamelessly at the tips nearing her nipples.
“UNNNGHH PLEASE! DOHOHON’T—
“Don’t what? Don’t stop?”
“I AHAHAH I DONNNNGGOHOHOHO YOU’RE MAKING MEHEHEHE!”
“What’s that? We can’t understand you with all this laughing!” Joanna teased from below. “Do we think it’s time for the finishing touches?”
“I think she’s had enough. Would you like that, Rose? Should we finish you up?” Sarah said in a suddenly professional, upbeat tone, looking at Joanna slyly.
“YES! GAHAHAD JUST DO IT! PAINT THEM ALREADY!”
As Sarah’s brushes finally touched the tips of her nipples, Rose inhaled deeply. Her body jolted towards the bristled sources of her tickles. Her back arched achingly and her head craned backwards pointed toward the ceiling, eyes clamped shut.
“D— D-DON’T ST— AH” Rose was stricken with a tense, strained and shivering silence, seemingly frozen in that suspended moment just before climax, letting those brushes finally tickle her to a desperate release.
“OH GAAAHAHAHA YAAHAHA!! UNNNNNGGHHHHOHOHOH!”
She came so hard against her artists’ brushes but they just kept painting as though she weren’t climaxing in front of them. Then, just as quickly as their brush tips brought her to orgasm, it stopped. Rose slumped forward, panting and tingling.
“Holy shit…” She said, still giggling through her breath.
“All done! With your front, at least…” Joanne said.
“Huh?… What do you mean?” Rose replied with her stomach sinking.
“Well, we still have to get your back and your lower body…” Joanne said, smirking at her partner.
“Remember… it’s all the about the detail and continuity!” Sarah said jubilantly as they prepped a table where they’d later play with the rest of their aspiring actress for many more thorough hours.
