Chapter 3
Sid Baker had gotten to work that morning at eight o'clock. He had had breakfast earlier with his wife in their Beverly Hills home. Sid had produced the Don Melton Show for over ten years. With a salary of five thousand dollars a week, he had managed to live very comfortably.
His silver Rolls Royce shone brightly in the ABS parking lot, parked in a place marked 'Sidney Baker.'
There was a production meeting at eight thirty with all the principals. He went to his plush office and greeted one of his secretaries.
"Come in, I want you to take a letter," Sid said crisply.
The secretary obeyed and brought her pad and pencil into his private office.
One side of the office was glass, covered with long, thick drapes. They were white and transparent. There was a view of the front lawn of ABS through the wall-window. The rest of the office was paneled in dark walnut. His desk was large, filled with scripts and loose papers.
Sid was in his early fifties. He was a handsome man with streaked gray hair and always had a sun tan. He towered over most of the men being six foot four and was admired by all the ladies in the building.
"A letter to Mickey Mahoney's manager, Lee Waldruf. 'Dear Mister Waldruf: If you will not accept three thousand dollars for Mickey Mahoney to appear on the Don Melton Show, then I cannot accept your price of five thousand dollars for Lillian Farrel. Sorry we can't do business together. It would have been a good spot for Mickey, and three thousand dollars is a good price for him. You would think he needs the exposure on national television. Will be in touch with you about that rock group soon. Until then, very truly yours, Sid.' Get it in the mail today. I want that bastard to eat some shit for not going along with my price," Sid spat out. "Get me some coffee, will you?"
The secretary left and returned with a ceramic mug filled with steaming coffee.
"Here you are Mister Baker," she said, handing him the mug.
"You know I can't remember your name. You've only been here about a week, right, miss
"Pat ... Pat Mullins. Yes, I transferred out of accounting to your office. I want to learn to be a script girl."
Sid looked at her a moment. She was a gorgeous woman with long legs that reached out of her short hot pants. Her breasts were enormous, protruding through a knit blouse that was cut low. The mounds of flesh pushed from behind her brassiere, tempting whoever would look. She had long curly hair and a pretty face with full, inviting lips.
"There are a lot of things involved in being a script girl," Sid said, eyeing her expressions.
"I know pretty well what is expected of me. I've been in the building for five years now."
"Not as a script girl though, or even in production. You've been in another world up there in accounting. Production becomes a little more involved. There are certain things like, well..."
"You mean I have to sleep with someone?" Pat asked, outright.
Sid looked at her straight forward. "It amounts to something like that ... Yeah." He watched her expression. She didn't grimmace and was perfectly cool. Her eyes looked back at Sid knowingly.
"You the one I swing with? Or do you have to get somebody else to do that for you?" Pat asked, leaning on his desk, looking down at him.
Sid was annoyed. He didn't like smart-ass chicks ... but he respected this one.
"If I ever decide to do it to you, believe me, it will be me ... and you will never forget it the rest of your life." He stood and picked up a script from his desk. "Come with me today, you'll get to see a production meeting that started without me five minutes ago."
Sid filled his pipe as they walked down the carpeted halls of the business section of ABS. He nodded to a few people who passed him, keeping his attitude aloof and cool. Everyone wanted his job and he knew it. "Fuck 'em!" he thought secretly, as he entered the production meeting room. His ego welled up inside as all the faces turned and their attitudes changed. They were scared shitless at his presence. One word from him and any one of them would go.
"Any problems?" Sid asked, standing at the end of the long oak table where the production staff presided.
"Don doesn't like the script. It isn't funny," the assistant director spoke out.
"Which scene doesn't he like ... or is it the whole script?"
"The whole script. He wants to re-write everything."
"Alright, so where do we start?" Sid asked, looking at the head writer.
"Well, instead of him being a cowboy, let's make him a cop."
"Bullshit ... and have to design new sets?
You're kidding." Sid remained firm. His job was to produce the show and save money wherever he could. The head writer bugged him. He was always thinking about something else than budget.
"Alright, then we make him a sissy cowboy instead of the Sheriff."
"Now we're talking. Make him a naive cowpoke that doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Can you re-write it today by run-through?
"Sure. Come on writers, we're wasting valuable time," the head writer spoke, rising from his chair. Seven other writers left the room at the same time, each with worried looks on their faces.
"Now, what else is the problem?" Sid asked, looking at the director.
"Gee, Sid, that's about it. We get the script in good shape and Don will be happy," the director replied. He was a tall, aggressive young man in his early thirties.
"See you about noon, when the writers have finished," Sid said, rising from his plush seat. He nodded to Pat, who followed him from the room.
"Gotta be tough!" he said, walking down the hall. "I get so tired of being the heavy that sometimes it gets to me."
"I understand," Pat said, trailing her boss. "You were beautiful, Sid," she added, following him back into the office. Pat remained outside in the outer office, while Sid bolted into his inner room. He left the door open.
"Pat! Come on in here!" Sid yelled from his desk. He threw the script down on the desk and walked to the door. After Pat entered, he shut the door with a slam, then went behind his desk.
"So you want to be a script girl ... now that you know some of the particulars involved?" Sid said, leaning on his hand. He rocked back and forth slowly, watching her.
Pat was cool. She walked slowly around behind the desk and leaned down and placed her open mouth on his. She ran her fingers through his hair and moved her mouth around sensually on his. She put her other hand inside his shirt and tickled his chest.
Sid was a sucker for big tits. He always had been. Legs didn't matter to him at all, but big tits drove him wild. He was politely surprised when Pat became so aggressive. His ego welled up inside as this young, beautiful girl was making the advances to him. He felt his cock harden as her open mouth moved around on his. Her hands knew what to do for now to satisfy him, and he could only imagine the rest.
Pat was no dummy. She wanted the job and every other woman in the building would give a month's paycheck to get to do what she was doing. The opportunity had opened itself up to her and she was taking advantage of it. He was a sexy old codger and she was enjoying tempting him.
The phone buzzed. Sid broke away gently and answered it.
"Yes?" he asked, then listened for a moment.
Pat walked around in front of the desk, idly looking around. She picked up a picture of Sid's wife and looked at it, then put it back down.
"That's right, Don, we make you a dumb cowpoke that can't even ride a horse without falling off, get it? That's funny!" Sid was different when he talked to Don Melton. Don was his boss and one word from him would mean five thousand dollars less a week.
"They're re-writing it now, so don't worry, Don. I'll bring you down the script as soon as I get it.
Don't worry, you'll like it...."he listened awhile. "Believe me, you'll like it. They know what to do. Trust me Don. It'll be funny if I have to write it myself."
Pat smiled at him. This was all new to her. She hadn't been around executives who had to make decisions and live under constant pressure. It was new and exciting.
"Alright, Don, talk to you later," Sid said, then put the receiver down. He looked worried and concerned with the script problem. "It seems like every week Don has to change the script. Looks like I would be used to it by now, but it worries me just the same. Don is so insecure! He can't except anything the writers do unless it's his idea." Sid looked down at his hands and squeezed them together. One of his knuckles cracked.
"Now I can see why you big executives have ulcers and heart attacks at an early age. You worry too much, Sid. You're too young to die," Pat said, sincerely.
Sid looked at her and smiled. "You know you're right. But that's this business and if you can take it, there's a lot of money to be made."
"Yeah, if you can take it. You look worried."
"I am. Come around here and do what you were doing before we were interrupted. You know I'm a sucker for big tits," he said, looking at her chest. They thrilled him to watch the mounds of flesh bounce slightly when she walked around to his side of the desk.
"They're yours if you want them," Pat said, pushing her breasts into his face. She laughed when he buried his head between her large tits and kissed the cleavage which showed before him.
"God, they're beautiful!" Sid said, wallowing his mouth in the soft flesh.
"Will anyone come in if I take my blouse off?" she asked, unbuttoning her clothing.
"I'll lock the door and they won't. They always call first but sometimes Miss Kelly barges in here. She is a good worker so I don't get too upset. I just remind her to always knock or call first." Sid stood up and went to lock.the door. "Jesus! Have I ever got a hard-on!"
"Good!" Pat said, taking off her blouse. She laid the clothing over the back of his plush chair, and reached around to undo her brassiere.
The phone buzzed.
"Shit!" Sid said, locking the door. He went to the phone and picked up the receiver. "Hello."
Pat waited before she finished taking off her bra. She leaned on the chair with a bored expression on her face as she waited for Sid.
"Yeah, I'll be right down," he said, and hung up the receiver.
"The writer's have finished with the script and want me down there. Bring a pad and pencil and come along," Sid stated, going to unlock the door.
"What about your other script girl? Won't she be at the meeting?" Pat asked, buttoning her blouse.
"Yeah, shell be there, but don't worry. She's been wanting to work for the Carol Williams Show for over a year now and I'll just have her reassigned," Sid spoke, as he walked down the halls of ABS.
The elevator seemed to take forever getting to the third floor of the writer's building.
Sid figited nervously as the creeping elevator worked at his patience. He was a man of action and could see no use to tolerate incompetence.
"You mean that I'll be the new script girl for the Don Melton Show?" Pat asked, as they left the elevator.
"I think you'll work out. You have big tits," Sid laughed, as he entered the head writer's office.
There were jokes and pieces of paper tacked all over one side of a large bulletin board. A leather couch and two leather chairs sat to one side of the room. The head writer sat behind a steel desk, cluttered with scripts and pieces of loose paper.
"Okay, read it to me," Sid said, taking one of the chairs.
The head writer began to read the script. It was funny. Pat began to laugh while the other seven writers and Sid only looked at the head writer. They occasionally nodded their heads and remarked, "Now that's funny!" but they never laughed, only listened.
"Don'll like it. Call him and tell him I'm bringing over the new script," Sid said, rising. He took the script from the head writer and left the room. Pat followed close behind. Sid looked back after he left the office and all seven writers were straining to look at Pat. When Sid saw them, he smiled and looked back at her rear end.
"It's a nice one," he said, giving it a little pat.
"Where was the other script girl? She wasn't there," Pat asked.
"Dunno. Probably at another meeting somewhere. Music department or some place," Sid said, walking back to the elevator. "We're going to Don's bungalow and let him tear this one apart." He smiled, only the expression in his eyes was a serious one.
Pat felt proud walking down the halls with Sid. Everyone smiled at him when they passed in the hall. People looked at her before, like they look at any pretty body, but with Sid, they looked at her with special interest. She was somebody when she was with him and liked the feeling. This was what she had wanted for a long time and now it was happening for her.
Sid stopped in front of Don's dressing room and knocked.
"Come in," Don called from inside.
Sid entered with Pat at his heels.
"Don, say hello to Pat. She's gonna be our new script girl."
Don stood and smiled. "Nice to meet you Pat. Welcome to our show."
"I'm very flattered to meet you, Don. I've admired you for years, and now I get to work for you. I'm very honored.
"Good! We'll work the shit outa you!" Don said, then broke into a hearty laugh. "Now lemme see that re-write. It had better be good."
Sid handed him the script, then sat down. He motioned for Pat to do the same.
Don Melton had been in television and movies for over twenty five years. He had flaming red hair and was funny as a slap-stick comic. He stood six foot two, with broad shoulders and a face that looked sincere. His pleasant mannerisms on stage had made him a favorite with American television audiences, which was great for him because he loved to perform. He was more at home on stage than he was at home. He was constantly trying to make people laugh, almost to the point of becoming a bore. America didn't know this, but Sid and the writers did. They stayed away from him, unless he called for them. His ego was so demanding that he had to have the biggest say-so on everything that happened on his show.
Sid was a smart man. He knew how to handle his boss and did so very well. Don had threatened to fire him dozens of times, but Sid always figured how to sooth the situation. Sid actually liked Don. He did his best and tried as hard as he knew how to make the show a success. When it was a success, Sid was a success. This made for a cozy, personal relationship between super star and producer.
Pat was fascinated at being in the presence of Don Melton. She couldn't take her eyes off the performer. She had seen him so many times on television and in the movies, that she couldn't get used to being so close to him. She was cool though, and didn't stare knowingly. She watched Sid as he waited patiently for Don to finish.
Don was different than the writers. When he came to a line he liked, he laughed. He read a couple of lines out-loud and all three laughed at the impertinence in which Don would be cast in the cowboy script.
"It's great, Sid. Just great. Send it to the copiers and have it okayed to copy. I'll probably change a few things at run-through this afternoon, but it's good. Well keep most of it for filming tonight."
"Good," Sid said, standing. "Call me if you need anything."
"I sure will!" Don said, going to the door. He opened the door for Sid and Pat to leave.
"Why, thank you. What a pleasure to have you open the door for me," Pat said, leaving the bungalow.
"I'm not polite, I just wanted to look at your ass!" Don said, breaking into a warm laugh.
"Is he always like that?" Pat asked, as they walked toward Sid's office.
"Not always. Sometimes he's a bear."
"I couldn't imagine him not being kind," Pat said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Just wait. You'll see his different moods. He's alright, though, just hard to handle at times."
"I want you, Sid ... real bad. Are you going to let me show you what I can do for you?" Pat asked, walking close to him.
"Yeah, let's go see how well you give head," he said, opening the door to his outer office.