Juan-Miguel and the Film Stars & The Teenage Pop Star of Figueretas

Trev Hunt

Description

These 2 tales are from "Ibiza Shorts", the great collection of 14 short stories set on the holiday island of Ibiza which became a smash hit there when first published in 2005. Now revised and re-written as an eBook for the global market, they cover romance, comedy, crime and intrigue - all by a writer who literally 'knows the island backwards'.

Sujets

• Romance
• Romance policière
• Comédie romantique

Informations

• Publié par: Acorn Classics House Ltd.
• Date de parution: 25 novembre 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780954805890
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Juan-Miguel and The Film Stars The Teenage Pop Star of Figueretas
Trev Hunt
A Few Comments and Kind Words on Trev Hunt's Writing.....
''Trev Hunt transports you to a world of love, comedy, drama and intrigue - brilliant!'' Guy Bellamy
''I have just read 'A Victimless Crime' from Ibiza Shorts with a glass of wine beside an open fire, and was gripped!'' Alastair Sawday
''Viva Trev Hunt - what a discovery his books are!'' John Hollands, MC - author of the 3-million best seller ''The Dead, the Dying and the Damned'' many other books
More comments are at the end of this book
Contents List of Stories
A Few Comments and Kind Words on Trev Hunt's Writing.....
Now let the fun begin.....
Juan-Miguel and The Film Stars
The Teenage Pop Star of Figueretas
About the Author
Also by Trev Hunt in eBook Format
'Tasters' - extracts from other Trev Hunt eBooks
A Virgin Bride
Love is Funny
Ibiza Shorts
A Variety of Verse
Four Play
More Comments and Kind Words on Trev Hunt's Writing
The Legal Bit.....
Now let the fun begin.....
Juan-Miguel and The Film Stars

''My nipples are sore!'' Jane, young, well spoken, blonde, blue eyed and beautiful, reached for her factor twelve Nivea sun lotion and started to gently massage the offending items.
''What do you expect,'' responded Vicky with a grin, ''most of the time since we arrived you've spent flashing your tits at the Mediterranean sun, or any boy who glanced your way. Why don't you turn over, and give your back a chance?'' This time the speaker clearly from Birmingham.
''Vicky, you know it wouldn't be natural for Jane to lie on her front.''
''Now now, Sandra, don't get sarky, just 'cause blondes are statistically more likely to pull,'' Jane retorted as she continued with her massage.
''But blokes go for big boobs, and in that department I'm the winner!'' Sandra, from the Welsh Valleys, responded happily.
''I've heard that freckles are the biggest turn-on,'' this from the freckle-faced Vicky. ''And surely, we're all three, how shall I put it, fairly attractive to the opposite, 'er sex''
''But none of us have had any luck so far - have we?'' Jane commented absently, as she replaced the top on the Nivea.
''Give us a chance,'' Sandra objected, ''my hormones tell me my luck's soon going to change. And we did only arrive in Ibiza yesterday morning.......''
''And were in bed - our own beds - by midnight, rather than hitting Pacha's or Space,'' Vicky commented disconsolately.
Relating the above conversation in print, the words look hard, even bitchy. But none of them were spoken with malice, the three girls being firm friends. In fact, Jane the blonde, auburn-haired Vicky, and short dark-haired, and 'er slightly plump Sandra had been room mates for three years at Cardiff University, officially 'The University of South Wales', from which famed establishment they had all graduated with honours, Jane and Vicky in English, and Sandra in philosophy. The Ibiza holiday to the package tour paradise of Playa d'en Bossa in the south east of the island being their self-awarded reward for three years of effort.
''When we do pull, I bet I draw the short straw,'' Jane said, continuing the conversation.
''You mean a plonker?'' Sandra asked absently.
''No - I mean the one with the short straw.''
The other two burst out laughing at Jane's obvious concern about biological logistics.
''There's a greasy looking chap over there ogling us'' - this from Vicky.
Trying hard not to look as if they were looking, the other two looked.
''The one with a pony tail? Nearly six foot, with the expensive-looking club shorts? He's not greasy, he's Spanish, and the sun tan's for real.''
''And in fact he's quite good looking.''
''Nice body and pecs, too.''
The object of their attention appeared embarrassed to be the object of their attention. But despite that, and somewhat hesitantly, he started to walk towards them. Clearly this was no 'I'm God's gift to women' macho approach.
''English?'' The accent good, but the word, like the walk, spoken hesitantly. ''Please forgive me, ladies, but are you actresses?''
As one, the three girls burst out laughing. Was this a corny approach - or what? Probably the oldest in the book.....
But the man's obvious embarrassment only seemed to increase at the response. ''I sorry, I not mean to joke, but I am looking for three actresses.''
''Most men are'' - this from Sandra.
''We'd quite like three actors,'' interjected Vicky, ''film stars, if possible.''
The Spaniard grinned, and when he did so his face lit up with a natural happiness as only the Mediterranean Latins can do. And the grin only added to his good looks, giving him a boyish charm that belied his actual thirty-three years.
''Allow me to explain.'' Magically his English had improved as he fished in his pocket and took out an embossed business card, which he passed to Jane, the blonde one.
''My name is Juan-Miguel Torres de Cantabria.'' And according to his card, it certainly was.
Jane passed it to Vicky, who passed it on to Sandra, who read it aloud. ''Juan-Miguel Torres de Cantabria, Presidente, Triple-E-Films de Eivissa.''
''We don't want any film - that's so old-fashioned; all our cameras are digital.''
''No, no, no - you misunderstand. May I?'' Without waiting for an answer, he sat down next to them. ''And my name is pronounced 'Wan' - Miguel, not with the 'j' hard, in the English manner.''
Jane grinned at him. She quite liked this Spaniard, who suddenly seemed more confident, no longer embarrassed. ''So what don't we understand?''
''I do not sell film for cameras - I am film director - best known and best skilled in the whole of Ibiza.'' He paused to allow his words to sink in. ''I was expecting three actresses to arrive this morning from England on the Iberia flight from Heathrow. But they weren't on the flight. I'd booked them into the Hotel Club Playa d'en Bossa because they wanted to be near Space, the big disco club, but so far they've also failed to arrive there. I thought they might by mistake have gone to the Hotel Playa d'en Bossa instead of the Hotel Club, but they're not there either,'' he added disconsolately.
''I suppose you've checked with London for your actresses?'' this time from Sandra, ever practical.
''Yes, yes, yes - but my London agent cannot find them! In fact he is what you might call a load of bollocks.''
The word, spoken out loud with a Spanish accent, sounded somewhat incongruous, and Sandra and Jane both had to choke back a laugh. But Vicky, slightly pompous, would not let him get away with it. ''I most certainly would not call him that - neither I nor my two friends use such words.''
The Spaniard smiled, and the sun shone from his face. ''I sorry. I no wish offence. But I now have big problem, you see.'' The quality of his English appeared to alternate from good to fair each time he spoke.
''What sort of a problem?''
''We start shooting on location next week. The German financier flies in from Hamburg in two days' time, with the scriptwriter to write changes, and full team of cameramen, editors, prompters - and tea lady because the three female leads are English - are all booked and ready to roll next week. When that happens, we start to spend money like a Las Vegas fruit machine paying out the jackpot.....''
''....And you're three actresses short?'' cut in Jane, thoughtfully.
''You have it in one, my English lovely,'' Juan-Miguel replied sorrowfully, and suddenly in remarkably good colloquial English.
''What sort of money would the three actresses be paid?'' This again from Jane.
''Twenty thousand euros each,'' whined the Spaniard, ''for just four weeks work. And if we over-run, a daily retainer of a thousand.''
Sandra twigged the reason for Jane's interest. ''As it happens, we are in fact actresses.....'' A vision of their three rather amateurish productions of the Christmas pantomime at uni swam before her eyes, ''...... although most of our work has been stage, rather than film, based.''
''What sort of film?'' from Vicky, ever proper, ever cautious.
''Oh - an adult film,'' Juan-Miguel tried to be off-hand.
''Do you mean 'adult' as in not for children, or 'adult' as in 'blue movie'?''
Far from being further embarrassed by this, yet again Juan-Miguel grinned. ''I suppose adult as in blue movie is the most honest.'' He held up his hand to stop Vicky interrupting him. ''But please, our films are of taste - we are 'Triple-E-Films of Eivissa' because our films are entertaining, exciting and erotic, not 'Triple-P-Films' because they're perverted, poor and pornographic.''
''There's a difference?'' asked Jane with rather more than a slight hint of scepticism.
''Oh yes! Our films are genuinely proper movies, with a good story, some romance and humour, and always a twist in the tail. But.....''
''But what?''
''But unlike our colleagues in Hollywood, we don't stop at the bedroom door, and when we move inside the bedroom, the covers are off the bed. Although more often it is in God's wonderful fresh air, rather than the bedroom,'' he added.
''So they're pornographic!'' Vicky was not about to let him get away with it.
But the Spaniard became angry. ''No, they are not pornographic!'' He started to get up. ''We have no butcher's shop shots.''
''Butcher's shop shots?'' With some difficulty, Jane repeated the words. ''What are they?''
Juan-Miguel Torres de Cantabria sat back down. ''Let me explain. A pornographic blue movie is aimed at sick people - mainly sick men - who just want to see close up pictures of people doing unnatural things to each other. An erotic movie on the other hand appeals equally to men and women and merely shows nature in its true gentleness.'' He paused, before continuing, ''I sorry I lose my temper, but I proud of my work, and......''
''And what?'' again from Jane.
''And for a moment, just a moment, I thought you might consider helping me.'' There - it was out now, on the table, or at least on the beach.