Chapter 10
The next day, around one o'clock in the afternoon, I finally got up enough nerve to call Paul Maitlin. I'd just finished eating my lunch, so I used the phone booth in the student cafeteria. He answered on the fifth ring.
"Yes, who's calling please?" he said. His voice was cultured, smug and self-assured.
"My name is Laura," I said.
"Oh, yes." His voice was suddenly amused. "Jack told me about you." He said you were trying to make your way in the business and you have films, I believe."
"That's right," I said. Absolutely brilliant.
"What is it you want? To be an-actress, or make movies, or what, my dear?"
"Both," I said. "I'll do anything."
He laughed. "Yes, Jack informed me you would."
I'll tell you what. You can come over to my house this evening and show me the goods."
"But I have to work tonight," I said. "That's no problem. I'm more of a night person than anything else. In fact, most people in this business keep late hours. So don't worry, I'll be up. And, Laura, I'm really looking forward to meeting you. What time do you get off work?"
"Around eleven-thirty."
"All right," he said. "Then I'll expect you around twelve. My address is 14 Briarwood Lane. You know the place?"
"Yes," I said. I knew the place. It was in the most exclusive part of town where the houses started in the $100,000 area.
"Good," he said. "Oh, one more thing. Are you over eighteen years old?"
"Yes."
"Very well. There's nothing to worry about. I'll expect you tonight, Laura."
He hung up and I was left staring at the phone, rerunning the conversation in my head, the one that could very well decide my future.
I spent the rest of the day in a daze, hardly speaking to anyone. Except for Ken, who asked me how the movie was going.
"I'm not sure," I told him. "Maybe I'll find out tonight."
"Hey, don't look so worried, Laura. Cheer up. It can't miss!"
And then he walked away, wishing me good luck, totally unaware of the things I'd already had to do just to get a meeting with the distributor. But I had to go through with it. There was no other way.
That night at the theater I sat around being nervous. My films were in the car and tonight was the night. The only thing on my mind was my upcoming visit with Paul Maitlin. I was going to have to make a good impression on him since he was the first rung on the ladder.
The movies ended fast. Things always go by fast when you don't want them to. I spent about ten minutes making myself look good. I wanted to appear calm, relaxed and professional. I had on a really sharp-looking outfit, one I'd never warn before. It was a light-green dress suit. Long skirt to my knees, matching jacket, and a frilly white blouse. Around my tits I wore a silver locket. And tonight I had high heels on, something I rarely wear. And my stockings were a frosty white. In my mind I was the perfect image of a businesswoman, and I was ready to go out and do some business.
It only took twenty minutes to make the ride out to Paul Maitlin's house, but. what a change. The surrounding houses gradually took on a different appearance. The closer I got to his area, the farther apart the house were. Small rows of crowded houses gave way to iron-fenced lawns, large estates and old-fashioned mansions, separated from one another by several acres. When I turned in to 14 Briarwood Lane, I followed a driveway that was at least a half-mile long. There wasn't another house to be seen once I was inside his gates. The lawn was manicured and there was a stone fountain in front of his colonial house. I parked my car in the middle of the circular driveway and went to the door.
When I pressed the buzzer, a light pleasing bell sounded. A minute later a butler opened the door, not at all surprised to see a young chick standing theft, her arms wrapped tightly around three reels of film.
"Your name, please?" he said.
"Laura," I said. "I have an appointment."
"Yes. Came in." He led me into the house and we went down a oak-paneled hallway lined with impressive paintings. They had to be originals. I knew then that I was dealing with someone pretty high up in the skin trade.
The butler led me down to the end of the hallway, past a huge, well stocked library, and then we came to a closed door. He knocked twice and said, "A young woman to see you, sir. Her name is Laura." He opened up the door and I got my first look at Paul Maitlin. He looked extremely healthy and fit, the epitome of good living. He was seated in a huge leather chair, reading a book by a roaring fire.
The butler closed the door and I was alone with Paul Maitlin. His hair was brownish, but streaked with a few lines of gray. His face was tanned and smooth, but expressionless as he gazed in my direction.
"Laura, I'm so glad you could make it tonight," he said. "Come join me by the fire."
I sat in a white, soft chair opposite him and wondered how to start off. "I've brought my films with me, Mr. Maitlin," I said. "And they're really-"
"That won't be necessary;" he said, cutting me off. "Put them down."
I put them down beside my chair.
"So you're interested in the film trade," he continued. "Skin flicks in particular, is it?"
"Yes, I-"
"No need to say anything, Laura. I know exactly what you're going to say. You made a film with some of your friends, and you thought you'd sell it. Or at the very least I'd get you started in the business. All you need is one break, right?"
I nodded my head.
"Do you have any idea how many times I hear that from girls such as you? Do you?"
"No," I said, and my heart started to sink.
"Too many times," he said. "A girl makes a fuck film, then all of a sudden she thinks she's got it made. And half the time she isn't even worth looking at... But Jack informed me of your exceptional beauty, and he said he thought you might have what it takes. That's why you're here tonight."
I nodded and crossed my legs. This isn't anything at all like what I expected. He wasn't even giving me a chance to talk.
"Please get comfortable," he said.
I knew what he meant. I slipped off my high-heel shoes and they fell noiselessly to the thick red carpet. He closed the book on his lap and put it on a side table. Then he turned out the reading lamp.
"Well, Jet's see what you look like," he said.
"Mr. Maitlin," I said, trying to sound firm, "I came here on business."
"Call me Paul," he said. "And this is business. You may begin disrobing."
His eyes fastened on to me. First I took off the jacket and the locket. Then I looked at him to see if he would let me stop, but his eyes were very casually inspecting my body. I unbuttoned my blouse and bared my chest, letting my tits move freely as I continued undressing.
He leaned forward in his chair, just staring at my big tits like he'd never seen any before, and now he was definitely showing emotion at the sight of my naked flesh. I slipped my green skirt down to the floor, then hooked my hands into the elastic of my panties and pulled them down slowly, stepping out of them. Then I took off my stockings, and was totally nude.
"Lie down on the floor, Laura," he said.
I spread out on the furry rug, my tits on the floor. My nipples sprang erect when they touched the rug and my pussy hair actually gave me a shock from the friction. Without waiting for any more instructions, I spread my legs wide, and tried to lose myself in the warmth of the fire that crackled and sparked near me, casting a shadowy glow across my body. Maitlin knew how to create atmosphere, that was for sure.
He unhooked his smoking jacket, casually folding it on the chair. He stood there inspecting me, with his hands on his hips, like I was a new piece of merchandise he was going to try out. His eyes sparkled. He liked what he saw.
"Laura," he said, "I hope you're the kind of girl who's interested in pleasing her. . . uh . . . boss, shall we say. For I will be your boss if I like the product."
He stepped out of his silk pajamas and placed them on the chair on top of his robe, revealing a lean, hard-muscled body, really in shape. And then he lay down on top of me. His hard cock nestled between my ass-cheeks and his hands swam around to my side. I raised myself up on my elbows.
"That's a girl," he said, and cupped my bouncing tits with both hands. "Raise your hips up," he said.
I tucked my legs under me, supporting myself on my knees so he had a clear shot at my cunt or my asshole. He went straight to my pussy. Without bothering to work me up so it would be an easy entrance, he plunged his cock into my cunt. My pussy-lips war tight and unyielding and pain flowed through my body. But gradually I spread my legs wider and his cock sank it all the way in. It was gasped tight in the firm pocket of my cunt.
I was warm all over now, with the heat of the fire toasting me, and the warmness of his cock sliding in and out of my cunt. With each thrust he raised my chest, pulling my tits way up in the air. Then on the way out he lowered them slowly, washing his fingers over my nipples in a feathery, tickling caress. I wondered how many times this scene had been played out in front of his fireplace, where he fucked all the girls who wanted to make it in the business. One thing I didn't have to wonder about. He was giving me such a fucking I would never forget it.
For a real long time, in fact longer than I've ever had it before, he kept up the steady in and out pace; And for long delicious moments everything else was blocked out of my mind except for his throbbing cock hammering away at my cunt. I came really fast, and tightened my cunt around his prick as I went into a long orgasm. But still he kept on fucking like he had all the time in the world.
I thought maybe, he had so much action from chicks like me that he was immune to it. But I was determined to make him came. I ground my hips up and down in short moves, to produce a lot of friction on his cock. He started groaning. But instead of coming, he pulled out of me. Then he sat on the floor and made me sit on his cock. It went in much easier than before, since it was wet with my own juices. Instead of doing anything else he just lifted me up and down on his cock by holding his hands on my hips. He was like a machine. Every time I thought he was about to come, he just changed positions and fucked me in a new way.
We went through just about every imaginable position and still he showed no sign of spilling his load. He fucked me missionary-style, he fucked me standing up, and he did it lying down with me on top of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. He was indestructible. My body was getting ready for another orgasm and still he showed no sign of tiring.
Finally his breath started coming in short gasps while he was fucking me doggy-style again. He pulled out, rolled me over on my back and straddled my hips. His cock was sitting on my stomach, throbbing hard, ready to shoot. He'd been saving his load for the grand finale.
"You are good, Laura," he said. "Real good. Maybe we can use you."
As if I wasn't already being used to act out his sexual fantasies. He was mauling my tits, just sitting there with his eyes closed, as if his mind were somewhere off in space.
"These things take time, of course," he said, moving up so his cock touched the underside of my tits. "And after a few more sessions like this, I can probably set you up. Who knows? Maybe we can even use your movie."
His balls moved back and forth over my stomach now, and I realized that this was how he carried out all his business dealings with women. On the floor. His cock came up farther, riding in and out the valley between my tits.
He raised my head at an angle until I was staring right at his cock and then ... Whoomph! I choked as he slid his prick right in my mouth, taking me by surprise with his speed. It was wide and long, throbbing on my tongue. I blew him for all I was worth, and started humming so the vibrations ran up and down the full length of his moving cock.
"Ahh . . . I like that. I like it. Keep it up," he said.
And with a lunge he lifted up his hips, held my head steady, and rammed his prick all the way down my throat, ejecting a huge pool of hot cum into my mouth. And as I lay there by the fire listening to his groans of pleasure, I swallowed his sticky jizz with joy. As it ran down my throat in long spurts, I knew it was only a matter of time before I made it big.