Vampire Python: Part 6

Eric pulled off the soaking and stinky Sir Robin costume and gasped as he felt the cold air against his skin. True to form, as soon as the rain had ended, the Terry's resumed filming, causing Mike to groan openly in front of them. Eric grinned as he remembered the expressions of hurt the Terrys had on their faces. They just couldn't believe that everyone else weren't having as much fun as they were. Eric jumped in the shower and yelped at the cold water. He had stayed behind after filming while Mike checked out the meadow and fed on a couple of mice he found. Subsequently, they were both late in getting back and had only the cold water to wash with. As consolation for a crappy days filming....at least in everyone's eyes except the Terrys....they were all going into a nearby town for a few ales at the pub.

He quickly scrubbed some soap all over his body and rubbed some shampoo in his hair. He rinsed off quickly trying to avoid being under the cold water. As he got out and toweled off, his teeth were chattering madly. He hoped filming would be done soon so he could back to his own flat and his own endless supply of hot water. He brushed his teeth, and after he had finished, he ran a comb through his long blonde hair. He frowned as he stared at his reflection. He was going to have to get a trim too when filming finished. His hair was longer than when they had begun and he could see some split ends. Still, his own hair looked alot better than most of the crappy wigs he and Mike wore during the Flying Circus days. He looked around for the hair dryer and remembered that he had loaned it to Jonesy the night before.
Grumbling to himself, he went to his bed and pulled on a navy blue sweater and beige pants and his socks and tennis shoes.

He heard a knock on the door. He called out for whoever it was to come in and watched as Mike peeked his head around the door...

"About ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, wait a tic, I need my wallet."

He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his wallet out of the top drawer. He nodded at Mike. Mike held open the door and as Eric went through and shut off the light, he closed it back for him. Eric pulled out his key and locked it and looked back at Mike....

"Finally, Let's go have some fun for a change!" He said with a grin.


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Eric and Mike sipped their ales as they listened to John talk. Normally he was very reserved and moody, but the ale and the pub atmosphere coupled with the fact that he didn't have to walk around in his wet Lancelot outfit helped to cheer him up and make him pleasant to be around for a change. John elbowed Graham who was beside him and they snickered at his story...Apparently the man who was playing John's 'horse' had been on quite a few sexual escapades lately with the women they had brought in for the Castle Anthrax sequence and during down times, he had let John in on the details of his conquests.

To hear the man talk, He had f**ked almost all of the fifty women, and not only that, he had done it everywhere...from way out in the meadow to the tiny platform Jonesy had to stand on. It was hooked outside one of the bedrooms of Doune Castle, where he played the effeminate prince and Mike played his father. John and Graham were laughing not only because the supposed Don Juan was no looker by any means, but if the stories were true, Jonesy might be standing in the man's cum when he was out on the platform...

Mike laughed politely as he sipped his ale. He was more concerned with Graham at the moment. He and Eric had been with them since they had gotten to the pub and already Graham had had about six more ales than the rest of them. He and Eric were both aware that Graham drinked, but up until the filming began, they didn't realize just how heavy a drinker he really was.

They watched as Graham rocked back and forth unsteadily as he snorted and giggled at the slightest thing John said. Mike glanced over and saw that Eric's attention was focused on him too. Suddenly in the midst of the giggling, Eric spoke up...

"Don't you think you've had enough for tonight, Gray?"

Graham and John stopped giggling and looked at Eric who was regarding them both with a stern expression on his face. Mike looked from Eric to the pair and back at Eric who had folded his arms across his chest waiting for an answer...The sight of Eric sitting like that was enough to throw both of them into unrestrained giggling. Mike realized that although John wasn't as stone drunk as Graham was, he was pretty tipsy.

As the giggling continued, Eric sighed in frustration....

"I shoulda stayed back at the hotel with Jonsey and Gilliam and went over the script with them. At least they would have been more responsive than these two."

Graham looked over at Eric, mocking him with the same stern expression he had given him earlier....

"Oh....Eric....Don't be such....a pooper party!" He barely got out.

John looked at him and howled at his flub up. His howling laughter caused Graham to totally crack up and the two of them fell against each other laughing themselves to tears...

Eric looked at Mike and shook his head..

"I'm going outside for some fresh air." He said as he got up.

Mike sighed as he watched Eric stomp to the door in anger. He looked back to John as he heard him cry out...

"Oh...C'mon Idle! I haven't told you yet what Watkin's told me about shagging the girl on the catapult. It gives new meaning to Pitchez le vache!"

***

Eric leaned back against the wall of the pub. He took some deep breaths trying to release the anger he felt. He wanted to be back home now more than ever. He had grown tired of filming and the other pythons. The only people who didn't irritate him were Neil and Carol and Mike. Everyone else was either arguing, or complaining or, in Graham's case, getting drunk off their ass. He had grown tired of hearing people boasting too. This Watkin's wasn't the only one who had claimed to have laid one or more of the girls, by any means. It seemed like every day that they were here, he was having to listen to someone tell how they had finally shagged one. It was never any of the principal cast though, it was always one of the crew members or the 'horses' or some minor player. Eric figured that was because he worked so closely with the principals, if they did try to boast of a sexual conquest, he would soon learn if it was true or not.

Eric snorted to himself. Not that he hadn't considered bedding one himself. After all, they had been filming for three months and the only woman that was ever really around was Carol. And she had already made it clear she had no interest in any of them except as friends. Besides, Carol had been with them so long, he practically considered her 'one of the boys' and he had no interest in her either. He remembered then the day they brought the other women to the set in buses. Every male's eyes had practically popped out of their heads...except for Graham, for obvious reasons.

The women they had chosen were beautiful but not stunning. Eric figured if you had a bunch of virgins locked away in a castle in the middle of nowhere, they should be some of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth...that's how it always was in the fairy tales. But with their limited budget, they had to settle for what they could find. Still, they were lookers, and Eric wanted so much to bed one. The problem was they were either married, uninterested, or shy to the point of avoiding eye contact with anyone but the Terrys, who they had to have contact with in order to get their performances straight. Eric had asked Jonesy one time if the girls had ever shown any interest in either him or Gilliam when they were alone with them, to which he recieved the incredulous reply...

"No! Those women are professional actresses. Why would they be interested in shagging?"

Jonsey's reply earned him nothing but a raised eyebrow and a silent stare from Eric. Sometimes, he worried about Terry. He was beginning to think he buried his nose in those medieval history books a little too often...

Eric jumped as he heard someone cough beside him. He turned and saw a beautiful young woman watching him from the doorway of the pub...




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