The sound of high heels clacking against hard tile floor reverberated down the long hallway of the studio. Assistant camera operators, gaffers, boom operators, directors, and producers alike all paused and stole glances as the woman walked by, each harboring some mix of awe, resentment, and lust. The woman took great delight in these furtive looks. After all, to be seen was her passion.

This woman was Vanessa Kingsley, actress extraordinaire, star of too many productions to even count. Her rise to and continued fame were not coincidences nor strokes of luck. A natural beauty, many women would kill to have her immaculate wavy blonde locks, her piercing blue eyes, her strong yet tender features, and of course, her impressive curves. Clad in a high-class, tight-fitting crimson wrap dress, the aura of confidence and sensuality she emitted was practically palpable as she made her way towards the exit.

Even though she had just finished filming an intense action scene, everything about her was radiant, as if brand new. She ignored the whispers of a group of lesser actresses, obviously seething with jealousy, as she passed. She knew whatever rumors they might concoct about her would never amount to anything. She was well-known for being a narcissist, but she had the goods to back it up. More than being beautiful, she was incredibly talented, and she even did her own stunts. No one would ever dare challenge her.

Vanessa exited into the studio parking lot, basking in the early evening air. It had been a long day of filming. She made her way to her reserved spot, and climbed into her high-end luxury sports car. It was a short drive to the nearby house the studio had rented out for her. More than the studio wanting to provide the best for their star actor, Vanessa demanded it. Once she had parked and made it into the foyer, she let out a sigh. No more peons to distract her. She could look forward to spending time with herself.

She moved further into the house and rounded a bend into a hallway. Suddenly, she found herself face-to-face with another person moving the opposite direction. The two collided, nearly knocking Vanessa off of her feet. Stumbling back, she righted herself, anger clearly written on her face. “You! What are you doing in my hou—”

Vanessa’s tirade caught in her throat as she took in the visage of the woman across from her. Standing in front of Vanessa, wearing the same outfit from head to toe, was another Vanessa, staring back with practically the same expression of surprise. The first Vanessa opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly shut it. Her look of confusion quickly turned back to fury.

“Who… What…” She jabbed an accusatory finger at her doppelganger. “Who the hell are you? Trying to look like me? How… How dare you!”

“Who am I?” The second Vanessa, previously taken aback, now sneered at her double. “I am Vanessa Kingsley. Who are you to not know that? And you’re the one trying to look like me!”

“Why you—!”

The first Vanessa flexed her fingers, preparing to take a swipe at the imposter before her.

Yet something prevented her from following through with the attack. Now that she really focused on the perfect copy before her, she couldn’t help but become entranced. Of course, she had seen herself in the mirror, and certainly appreciated looking at her own face and admiring its beauty, but seeing another flesh and blood version of herself just felt different.

The second Vanessa seemed to pick up on this fact, likely because she was having much the same thoughts. She began to circle around the first Vanessa, eyeing her up and down. “Hm… Well well, for a fake, you seem to fill out my form rather nicely…”

“I’m not surprised.” The first Vanessa spun around, catching her double’s eyes with her own. “Obviously you would appreciate my body, to go to such lengths to copy it.”

Despite her bravado, she couldn’t help but feel a blush creep onto her cheeks, as her signature piercing gaze was met by an identical pair of equally sharp eyes.

“Mm…” The second Vanessa’s cheeks also began to redden, not breaking eye contact. “It seems that we’re getting nowhere. I’ll have to expose you some other way… Come to my bedroom.”

“Wha…” The first Vanessa’s eyes widened. “What are you implying?”

Her eyes narrowed again. “And it’s my bedroom, not yours.”

The second Vanessa let out a pompous chuckle. “Hah! Then obviously you should know where it is, hmm? It shouldn’t be a problem then.”

“Hah!” The first Vanessa returned the laugh. “Nice try. As if I would show you how to get there.”

“That sounds like you don’t know how to get there. Faker.”

“Neither do you. Faker.” the first Vanessa growled.

“Let’s see then.” the second Vanessa retorted.

She took a step down the hall, in the direction of her room. Her double, realizing she was about to become a follower in this exchange, rushed ahead. The two practically raced each other down the hall, neither one willing to let the other take the lead. In no time at all they had reached the room. The first Vanessa, being on the same side of the hall as the door, managed to grab the handle and push her way inside before her clone.

The room was large and ostentatious, as befitted one such as Vanessa Kingsley. Despite the room being dimly lit, it was still easy to see the way the room had practically become a shrine to her in the months she had been staying there. One wall was covered corner to corner in full-size movie posters, each one featuring her name in big, bold letters. The opposite wall was similarly adorned, though this time with the many awards she had won over the years for those films, academy awards of the highest honors. The back wall would have gotten a similar treatment if not for the large bathroom entrance and walk-in closet.

Furthermore, the room was furnished with pieces of the highest quality. A plush velvet lounge chair, mahogany cabinets, a crystal coffee table, and shining vanity were all placed meticulously. The centerpiece of it all was a luxurious queen bed, with fluffy pillows and perfectly made sheets. Everything in the room was a shade of crimson that matched Vanessa’s dress.

The first Vanessa turned, a smug look on her face. “As you can see, I clearly—”

Her snide remark was cut short as the second Vanessa lunged forward and tackled her double onto the bed, back-first. The first Vanessa attempted to break free, but her duplicate had managed to catch her wrists, and had the leverage to keep her pinned.

“What… What are you doing? You faker!”

“Hmm?” The second Vanessa leaned forward, locking eyes with her counterpart. “I guess the faker’s memory isn’t as good as the genuine article… I said I was going to expose you. And that means doing a… thorough inspection.”

The first Vanessa’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks once again flushing, turning crimson to match the sheets below her as the implication sank in.  “Wha… But… I’m Vanessa Kingsley! You can’t do this!”

“That’s what makes it so exciting.”

The first Vanessa gazed up at her clone and saw the hunger in her eyes, like a predator going to strike. It was easy to recognize, of course, because she felt the same way. She managed to tear her eyes away from the beautiful face above her, and cast her vision along the perfect body on display in front of her. The way the dress hugged her hips, the way her breasts hung down, nearly touching her own. The first Vanessa could feel a heat beginning to build in her groin.

The second Vanessa leaned in even closer, her full lips inches away from the ear of her replica. “Of course… unless you don’t want to?”

The breath against her ear shattered the last bit of restraint the first Vanessa had. She was Vanessa Kingsley, and she loved herself more than anything. “I can think of no better way.”

“Perfect.”

With the grace of a trained performer the second Vanessa adjusted her position, sitting up to straddle her copy while removing her hands from her wrists. She traced her hands along the first Vanessa’s arms to her chest, eliciting a gasp as she caressed the top of her breasts. The second Vanessa gave a purr of arousal before taking the edge of her duplicate’s dress and yanking downwards, causing her breasts to spring free.

“Ah!” the first Vanessa moaned.

Spurred on by her partner's cry, the second Vanessa wasted no time in diving headfirst, clamping on to her copy’s right breast with her mouth. She used her tongue, rubbing it around the areola. As she did, she brought her left hand back up, pinching the left nipple of her double.

“Ahhhh!” The first Vanessa writhed in ecstasy at the two-pronged attack. Each time her counterpart completed a rotation with her tongue, she simultaneously tweaked her left nipple. The waves of pleasure wracked her body, and she could already feel the spasms of an orgasm coming on. But not simply because she was being pleasured. What sent her over the edge was the sight of her mirror image indulging herself. She was being fucked by Vanessa Kingsley.

What good did I do to deserve this? she thought to herself between exclamations and gasps for air. By what miracle did I get this position? 

I’m so happy I took this job…

— ONE HOUR AGO —

“What a shame, Mrs. Band, that your days of spying are now over.” A man in a pinstripe suit and a handlebar mustache glared downwards at the catsuit-clad woman dangling precariously by just her fingers in front of his feet.

“Go to hell, Baron.”

“After you.” With exorbitant glee, he nudged her fingers backwards, sending her plummeting to her doom.

“Baroooooon!” she screamed as she fell.

She then made impact with the large mattresses several dozen feet below her, twisting to land safely on her back. “And scene! That’s a wrap everyone!” the director called.

“Hmph. Finally.” Vanessa Kingsley grumbled as she stood from the mattress, making her way off set. She glared upwards at her co-star, standing atop the large green tower, to be edited over with CGI later. “The fool’s off his game…”

“Good work Miss Kingsley!” One of the assistant directors jogged over to meet her. “That was the last shot of the day, so… Huh.”

“What?” she spat at the hapless fellow.

“Er… I think you have something on your face, Ma’am. Your left cheek.”

Vanessa’s hand reflexively shot upwards, immediately covering whatever blemish might be there. “Rgh. I swear, if having to redo that take ruined my makeup…. Hey you! Mirror!”

She signaled to a nearby makeup assistant, who obediently provided a mirror as requested. Vanessa snatched it and took a look at herself, removing her hand. Her eyes widened, and she quickly re-covered herself.

“Miss Kingsley? Something the matter?”

“Nothing. I’ll just have Alice deal with it.”

Before either of the others could respond, Vanessa turned and stormed off towards a nearby room, separate from the set. It was her private makeup room, where she and her personal makeup artist would get her ready for each scene, away from prying eyes and the prattling of the crew, as she hated to be seen in any state other than her best. She entered the room and locked the door behind her.

“Miss Kingsley? I thought that was the last scene.” Alice, Vanessa’s makeup artist, looked up from the set of brushes she was cleaning. She was an attractive woman in her own right, with noticeable curves, a warm smile, and bouncy brown curls. Her simple, tan blouse and skirt ensemble gave her an overall comfy look, though next to Vanessa in her tight-fitting leather costume, Alice almost seemed homely.

As Vanessa turned to face Alice, her demeanor shifted dramatically. Her previously irritated expression softened to a look of relief. Her uptight posture softened, and as she took a few steps further into the room her gait was far more casual. When she spoke, her voice lacked its normal snooty edge.

“Hey, Alice. Bruce kept flubbing one of his lines, the accent they’re having the poor guy do has been accentuating his lisp. We had to redo everything a bunch. My face got messed up.”

Alice nodded solemnly, moving over and pulling out a chair, which Vanessa then sat in. Alice leaned over, inspecting the cut on Vanessa’s cheek. She frowned, prodding the injury.

“Hm. Looks like it’s gone all the way through. We’ll have to get you a new one. I’ll get it ready, you should take that off.”

“Okay.” Vanessa took hold of the zipper on the front of her catsuit, pulling it down to immediately below the collarbone. She scratched at her skin, running her nails upwards towards her face. After a few attempts, she caught something.

“There we go.”

Digging in, she grasped the flap of skin. She delicately tugged at the material, causing it to peel away as the adhesive applied beneath gave way. The flap grew larger and larger in her hands until her whole upper chest hung loose. She slid her hands below the false flesh, working her fingers up to her neck. She had to take special care not to aggravate the cut that had pierced through the mask, a difficult task as that section was already particularly fragile, thin enough to allow “Vanessa” to blush believably. Hopefully Alice could save it.

More and more of her face began to loosen and separate from what was underneath. Her chin sagged, losing its shape. Her bottom lip popped upwards, briefly overlapping her top lip before it too popped free. Her cheeks crumpled upwards, and her nose inverted.

Just as her nose snapped free, bouncing upwards, she squinted as the impossibly thin material peeled away from around her eyes. With one last tug, the entirety of Vanessa’s head and face separated, and the woman beneath hefted the mass of hair, polymer, and adhesive onto the table in front of her.

“I managed to catch a glimpse between takes, those were pretty intense falls. Must be rough being a stunt double, eh Audrey?”

Audrey, the woman who had been Vanessa, smiled. Though her face was still covered in adhesive residue, it was clear to see her skin was a shade darker than the actress she was impersonating. Several strands of dark auburn hair poked out from beneath the still tightly-worn bald cap she sported, a stark contrast to Vanessa’s golden locks. Finally, she unclasped a thin, choker-like band around her neck. When she spoke, the voice of Vanessa no longer came from her lips.

“Oh, not at all! Being Miss Kingsley’s double is really rewarding. Sure, she can be a bit standoffish, but…”

“That’s one of the things you like about her?”

Audrey blushed slightly, and nodded.

Alice chuckled, looking at the incongruous sight before her. As the real Vanessa’s most trusted aide, she was one of the few privy to the truth about the famous actress: that she had multiple body doubles to perform her stunts and ensure her safety.

“Go ahead and take the rest off, too. I’ll give you a whole new set. Hm... but keep the teeth and eyes.”

“Hm? Why? Can’t we just redo the mask? There’s nothing else to film.”

A mischievous smile flashed across Alice’s face. “Miss Kingsley called earlier, and said you’ve managed to impress her. She wants you to meet her at the house. Seems you’re officially in.”

Audrey went slack-jawed. “Really?”

“Really.”

With a clear sense of excitement and joy, Audrey leapt to her feet. She had only been acting as Vanessa for a month now, and had only ever met her in person once before, when she had been scouted from a hole-in-the-wall theater. Since then she had only ever seen Alice and a few other dark-suited employees who relayed sealed messages or chauffeured her somewhere else. Vanessa was always so busy, after all.

She fully unzipped the catsuit, discarding the garment to the side. She undid the simple gray bra beneath, and pulled down her matching panties. The body beneath was, for all intents and purposes, Vanessa Kingsley’s. The fake skin was impossible to tell apart from the genuine article, with every detail painstakingly placed to replicate the actress. Even the parts never intended to be shown, such as her bare breasts and nether region, were still recreated faithfully. Better to be safe than sorry. If not for Audrey’s visage atop the body, no one would be able to tell a thing.

Audrey reached behind her, towards the nape of her neck, and took hold of the neck opening. She pulled firmly but carefully, and after a moment of continuous force the flesh seemed to split. Once it had, a seam quickly peeled apart all the way down to her glutes, though the suit still stayed in place. In much the same manner as the mask, Audrey carefully peeled the Vanessa veneer away, the adhesive beneath still sticky.

First she pulled her shoulders forwards, rolling them down her arms. As she then peeled her chest and midsection away, it became apparent why she had been selected for the position. Besides her impeccable acting skills, her proportions were nearly identical to the real Vanessa. The growing pile of rubbery flesh in her arms was consequently very thin. Finally she extracted the suit’s vaginal and anal inserts, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure before rolling down the legs and stepping out of the crumpled mass. She lifted the suit, draping it over the table.

“It’s amazing each time I see it,” Alice sighed. “Though I think this next part is my favorite.”

Audrey glanced over, seeing the fresh bundle of flesh-colored material in Alice’s arms. “Mine too.”

Audrey took the fresh suit and unraveled it. Alice quickly circled around Audrey, brushing her with additional adhesive where needed, though most of her was still covered with what was left over. Audrey put on the new suit, repeating the same steps, but in reverse. Pulling up the legs, placing the inserts with another grunt, hefting the torso, and sliding on the arms.

Occasionally Alice would poke and prod, smoothing out any imperfections and making sure the suit properly adhered. She completed the process by sealing the back seam. Audrey, now once again clad in the skin of Vanessa, retook her seat. Alice stood behind her, and with expert hands made sure Audrey’s bald cap was in order, tucking errant strands of hair underneath.

“Ready?”

Audrey replaced the choker around her neck, clasping it in place. She took a deep breath and spoke in her borrowed voice. “Ready.”

Alice nodded and lifted a new mask. She spread the opening wide, and brought it down over Audrey’s head. Alice then began pressing the skin into place. Her deft fingers danced and traced around the face, creating familiar contours and shapes. The loose fitting flesh quickly took form, and within minutes, Vanessa Kingsley was once again looking at herself in the mirror. She let out a small moan as she saw the result, the process sending a shiver down her spine.

“Last step.” Alice pulled out a bottle of special sealant and applied it along Vanessa’s back and neck line, fully erasing any evidence that the woman before her was, in fact, a fraud.

“Miss Kingsley was insistent you wear the crimson dress she prefers.” Alice gestured toward a nearby wardrobe.

“Why of course.” the imposter stated, slipping flawlessly back into character. “It is my favorite dress, after all.”

Alice chuckled. “Well then, off with you. Wouldn't want to keep ‘you’ waiting!”

— PRESENT —

“Oh, fuck!” Audrey cried, her body shaking with pleasure. I can’t believe this is happening! Vanessa… She’s so… Rough… 

“Ah!”

Vanessa relinquished her hold on her duplicate’s breasts, and reared back. With ravenous hunger in her eyes, she clawed at her own dress, causing her own breasts to bounce free. Before Audrey could fully process the sight of her idol stripping in front of her, Vanessa pounced again, this time pressing their identical chests together provocatively.

Holy shit! 

The sight of the mirrored mounds grinding into each other nearly sent Audrey over the edge once more, and a cry began to escape her lips. Before it could, however, Vanessa drew her into a deep, passionate French kiss.

As the two’s tongues swirled together, Audrey could feel Vanessa exploring, feeling the veneer over her teeth that made them match the actress’s. Panic gripped Audrey, as some thought deep in her mind cried out through the pleasure.

The teeth are the same, but the rest of my mouth isn’t! She’ll find out! 

It didn’t seem likely, but any possibility of the illusion being broken was one Audrey had to prevent. Audrey mustered her strength, and pushed Vanessa away from her. The actress teetered back into her straddling position, a look of surprise on her face.

Augh! Shit! Audrey’s panic intensified. I’m disappointing her! Quick! Um… Oh!

Audrey’s face hardened, managing to flash a convincing sneer. She knew the real Vanessa Kingsley wouldn’t be content to just be on the receiving end. She had to try and take control.

“It seems… You’re pretty good with your mouth… I’ll have to give you a reward for managing to replicate my skills so well!” She reached forwards, grinding her fingers into Vanessa’s crotch. To Audrey’s surprise and relief, Vanessa let out an almost desperate gasp.

She’s so wet!

Vanessa moaned as Audrey attacked with renewed vigor, plunging her fingers upwards into Vanessa’s vagina through the layers of fabric.

“Tch!” Vanessa managed between breaths. “You couldn't handle it… When I went for your upper lips, huh? Well then…”

Before Audrey could stop her, Vanessa pushed away Audrey’s hand and shifted backwards off of her, in between her legs. With a triumphant grin, she ducked forwards, reaching into the dress Audrey was wearing over the Vanessa suit, and pulled down her lace panties. Audrey cried out in surprise. “What are you—ah!”

Vanessa pleasured her with her mouth, eagerly prodding her labia before jabbing at her clit. Audrey convulsed with ecstasy as Vanessa ate her out, the thin layer of fake flesh barely providing a buffer to the sensation. In fact, it may have made it even more pleasurable.

Oh fuck! She’s… So good at this… 

“Ahhh!” Audrey screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body.

After Audrey stopped shaking Vanessa looked up, wiping the spray from her mouth. “Hmph! Seems the real deal is superior after all! Though it’s unfair for the fake to have all the fun…”

She repositioned once again, pulling down her own identical panties before pressing her own pussy against her duplicate’s.

“You’ve been a wonderful partner… The best I could ask for… Me!” Vanessa began thrusting. The furious motions became more and more intense as both women approached climax, for Audrey the third time that evening.

“Yes! Yes! Yeeeesssss!”

Almost in perfect unison the two identical women came with all their might, before collapsing into the bed underneath them.

I’m… So glad I’m an actor… Audrey thought, before passing out into a deep, contented sleep.

——————

Vanessa Kingsley blinked awake.

“Hmmm…” she groaned, the ache in her hips piercing through any feeling of rest. She sat up, then gazed down at the woman next to her. A perfect copy, every detail matching, even in the way they had been disrobed. She tore her eyes away from her duplicate, already feeling arousal rising up again. She hadn’t been as ravaged as her companion, after all.

She lurched from the bed and made her way to the bathroom, grabbing a crimson purse off of a nearby table as she went. After closing the door behind her and fully disrobing, she glanced in the mirror.

“Mm…” she purred with contentment, appreciating her features.

She extracted a crimson encased smartphone from the purse, and quickly punched a number into the digital keypad. The phone only had to ring twice before it was picked up.

“Yes? What’s the verdict?”

Vanessa felt a shiver run down her spine as the voice answered her call.

Her voice.

“She passed. I pushed her pretty hard, thought she’d break character, but she always managed to pull through.”

“Wonderful. Thank you for your work, Charlotte. I’m expecting great things, from you and Audrey both. I have some more productions lined up for next year.”

“Yes. Thank you so much, Miss Kingsley.”

“Of course.”

The phone call ended as the other end of the line hung up. Charlotte, still encased in the visage of Vanessa Kingsley, just like the new recruit, couldn’t help but smile at herself once again. A hand wandered up and cupped her breast. Her work done, she could take time to enjoy herself, perhaps freshen up before Audrey awoke.

She beamed. “I’m glad I became an actor!”

——————

Vanessa Kingsley, sitting in front of a vanity mirror, set down her phone and smiled. Audrey was very promising, so she was glad she had passed. The timing of the call was good, too, as she had just made it back to her penthouse suite and gotten out of her work clothes.

Well, mostly.

Sitting in the nude, any observer familiar with the actress would have easily noticed her larger proportions, not quite the supermodel form she was known for. Even stranger was the discontinuity between her face’s skin color and the rest of her body.

She grinned, looking at the object adorning a special stand in front of her. The face of Alice, the makeup artist, reduced to the floppy mask it was.

Vanessa couldn’t help but appreciate her own genius. After having acted for many years, she had realized her true passion was for special effects makeup. The prospect of becoming someone or something completely new excited her to no end. But by then, she was already a household name, each of her movies a blockbuster. The claws of the entertainment industry wouldn’t let her go so easily.

So what better way to have her cake and eat it too, to have her dream job while keeping the stardom of Vanessa Kingsley alive, than to loan out her personage? She had forged a new identity for herself, that of Alice, and given her old one out to her protégés. She’d give promising no-name actresses a chance at stardom, and much-needed experience for the big screen.

Looking back at the mask, Vanessa gave it a reverent stroke and purred in anticipation of her next meeting with the new recruit, hidden in plain sight.

“You’ll be seeing me again soon enough, Audrey.” She chuckled. “Whether you’re aware of it or not!”