Fresh Meat on the Farm
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #8: Fresh Meat on the Farm, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Thomas, Amy, Vanessa, Ryan, Corinne, and Zoe are a hot mess of a film crew. Literally so as they shoot their first indie film on the outskirts of Marrowmont during a murderously hot June. The site has its perks though: the Alsos Farm is staffed by the most breathtaking group of Greek women the film crew's ever seen, and the fantasies they stir in the crew are almost enough to offset rising tensions as the shoot gets rolling. So when the farmers invite the crew to party with them and relieve all that stress, well, who could resist the promise of drunken revels and a night of wanton passion? It's going to be a party to die for.
5,700 Words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #8: Fresh Meat on the Farm, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Thomas, Amy, Vanessa, Ryan, Corinne, and Zoe are a hot mess of a film crew. Literally so as they shoot their first indie film on the outskirts of Marrowmont during a murderously hot June. The site has its perks though: the Alsos Farm is staffed by the most breathtaking group of Greek women the film crew's ever seen, and the fantasies they stir in the crew are almost enough to offset rising tensions as the shoot gets rolling. So when the farmers invite the crew to party with them and relieve all that stress, well, who could resist the promise of drunken revels and a night of wanton passion? It's going to be a party to die for.
5,700 Words. Standalone.
Ebook editions (PDF, EPUB, and MOBI) of Hulderotica #8: Fresh Meat on the Farm, by Kaya Skovdatter.
Thomas, Amy, Vanessa, Ryan, Corinne, and Zoe are a hot mess of a film crew. Literally so as they shoot their first indie film on the outskirts of Marrowmont during a murderously hot June. The site has its perks though: the Alsos Farm is staffed by the most breathtaking group of Greek women the film crew's ever seen, and the fantasies they stir in the crew are almost enough to offset rising tensions as the shoot gets rolling. So when the farmers invite the crew to party with them and relieve all that stress, well, who could resist the promise of drunken revels and a night of wanton passion? It's going to be a party to die for.
5,700 Words. Standalone.
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“All I’m saying is I don’t like being the only one doing it,” said Thomas as he unloaded the tripods from the back of the van, most of the indie film crew’s equipment already stacked in the field by the farm’s driveway. The only location near enough Boston that, even with travel time and gas factored in, the Alsos Farm commune just outside Marrowmont fit well within their all-but non-existent budget and period location requirements. Thankfully, the city had seen fit to provide them even more than the promised funding.
“Then stop volunteering for shit,” laughed Amy, the young Black woman walking backward away from her boyfriend. The camcorders in either hand rocking as she shrugged.
“Being voluntold more like,” muttered Thomas, wiping sweat from his golden forehead with one muscular arm before shutting the door, flinching as Ryan whipped round the van’s corner.
“Boo,” whispered the young white man, grinning. Fake tan shining too harsh in the strong sunlight as he shadowboxed the much taller Asian man. And punched Thomas in the breast before darting back out of reach.
“Ow. Fuck off,” spat Thomas, swatting after Ryan before adjusting his binder.
“Not funny, dickwad,” said Amy, raising a middle finger at Ryan. He gave the double eagle in return.
“Hey, careful with those,” shouted Corinne, coming up behind Amy to take the cameras. The tall white girl cradling them to her body before scowling at the much shorter Amy. “You can’t just fling them around. God, you people really can never take care of—” She stopped short, eyes gone wide, realizing what she’d said.
“‘You people?’” asked Amy, crossing her now empty arms.
“Newbies…” said Corinne quickly, whipping her immaculate, dyed-silver braid over her shoulder with a flick of her head.
“Uh-huh,” said Thomas, coming to stand alongside Amy to loom over Corinne.
“Heaven forfend any of you fuckers actually help instead of bickering,” called Vanessa over the bundle of clothes in her mahogany arms, coming around the side of the second van. Barely able to hold the wobbling pile of rustic garments stacked up to her eyeballs.
Thomas threw up his hands. “I just finished hauling—”
“Less talk, more sharing the load.”
“I’ll happily share a load,” said Ryan, hands in his pockets, rocking slightly on his heels.
“Die in a fire,” said Vanessa, not looking back as she off-loaded garments between Amy and Thomas.
“As long as one of us gets to light it,” said Zoe, coming up to lay an alabaster arm over Corinne’s shoulder and rest her chin on the other.