Chapter 5
Sandy had gotten Marlis down on her back and was sitting on her chest. One of Mar's breasts was pushed out from under the leg that was so unconscious of its existence. Sandy's head was deep between Mar's legs, moving avidly.
I shook my head slightly. It was beginning to clear from the alcohol and pot, but not yet; I lay back against the sofa cushion.
"Ohhhh, Sandy, that feels good," Marlis was saying. "Feels good, feels good."
Sandy muttered something into the wet muff under her mouth but I could not hear what it was. Suddenly she started pulling her head back a short distance and ramming it back down between Marlis' legs. By leaning over to the right slightly, I could see that her tongue was stuck out hard and she was ramming this small penis into her friend with as much vigor and force as she could. Her face was dripping wet and her blonde hair hung down, long strands of it sodden with all the come of the evening, either Marlis' juices or mine.
Sandy picked her rear up off Mar's breast and struggled to her knees, trying not to miss a stroke as she arranged her open crotch above Mar's face.
Quickly Mar's arms wrapped around the long, sleek butt above her and pulled her face up between the spread legs.
I felt my cock harden against my belly, its bulbous head dripping come onto my side. Without getting to my feet I made my way to Sandy's upturned rear. I poised on my knees, my dripping cock hanging over Mar's dark head, which was working between Sandy's legs, hard into her cunt. I put my hand on Sandy's haunches and waited for a moment, waited for Marlis to move her face enough to get air.
When I saw my opening, I leaned my hips forward, driving my cock past Marlis' nose into the open pit of her friend. I stroked a few times, dragging my balls over Mar's face with each stroke.
Marlis' mouth closed over my working cock at the point of its disappearance into her friend. She lapped at come and juices I dragged out. After a moment, I pulled back, in spite of the delicious sensation, so both cunt and mouth were working on me at once.
I grabbed the shaft of my cock firmly in my hand and slid the head of it up between the cheeks of Sandy's ass, till I found the tight sphincter. I rocked slowly forward and back, driving my cock into her further each time until the long shaft itself was sliding deeper and deeper into her. At last I was fully engorged in her ass. My balls hung down and rubbed Marlis' forehead as she licked and probed Sandy's cunt.
I do not know how long we were in this position before we all came. It seemed like a long time that I rocked there, driving my cock into Sandy's asshole, feeling Marlis' tongue leap up and lick the thick underside of my prick as I drove it in and out and my balk rubbed her forehead. We were all too high to become overpowered, we had all had sex several times before during the evening and there seemed no hurry now to bring it to a crescendo. It was far better just to savor the thrill of our genitals being nuzzled and fondled.
When at last I shot, it was amid a whirl of groans and cries. What was left in me by way of come oozed out and slid away into Sandy's bowels without much fanfare from me. We were all exhausted.
Marlis had disengaged herself, before I lurched out of Sandy, and sat backward on the floor.
"Oh, wow," Mar sighed a deep sigh of relief. "I haven't done that in a long time."
"It felt marvelous." Sandy leaned over and gave Mar a kiss on her mouth. Then she leaned toward me. "So did you," she said, kissing me too.
I crawled over to the sofa again and leaned back against it. "I'm tired," I announced.
"Me, too," Sandy said.
Mar crawled over beside me and leaned back against the sofa.
"You know what you kids ought to do," she said, mischievously. "But," she added quickly, "you'll have to pretend you don't know me." She grinned and started to tell us about it.
The man behind the desk did not look up. I motioned Sandy to sit down and crossed over to him.
"I called yesterday," I said, "about your ad for actors."
"You an actor?" The man had a large mouth with thick lips and straight black hair which fell down over his eyebrows. He looked up at me quizzically.
"Of a sort," I answered.
"You know what kind of work we do?"
I nodded.
He tossed his head toward the door behind him. "Go in there and take your clothes off."
"How about her?" '
He mopped the hair out of his eyes and looked across at Sandy as though he had not seen her come in and cared less.
"You know what you're into?" he asked her.
"She knows," I answered for her.
He repeated his gesture toward the door for her benefit.
We went through the door and I closed it behind us. The room was bare except for a sofa under the open window and a couple of straight chairs across the room. Through the open window we heard the noise of cars and buses rushing by several stories below. There was a wall clock above the chairs, it was the only thing on the bare walls. It said ll:45 a.m. I wondered when we'd see Mar.
I looked at Sandy and wondered if this was a mistake. It had seemed natural when Mar suggested it, but Sandy looked more shaky than I expected.
"Hey, kid, buck up."
She looked around at me, her eyes full of fear, but behind the fear I could see excitement.
"Do you think he'll want us to fuck?" her voice trembled.
"He might."
"I wonder if hell use the camera right away."
"I don't know," I said. "Remember, we don't know Mar."
She unbuckled her skirt and started pulling it down over her hips.
"He's going to come apart when he sees you," I said.
"He didn't out there."
"He's just being cool," I said, "so we won't want too much money."
"Take off your clothes," she told me.
I was kicking off my shoes when the man came in. He opened the door and stopped dead, looking at us like he couldn't believe his eyes.
"For Christ sake what have you two been doing. I told you to take your clothes off."
"Sorry," I mumbled and shoved my pants down.
Sandy was already naked and he was looking at her. He liked her, I could almost see his mouth water.
"Turn around," his words were cold, but he drew his lower lip between his teeth and bit down on it. Sandy was in!
Then he turned to me.
"With guys it's mostly a matter of getting it on and how big it is."
I felt my stomach begin to knot up on me. He was just looking at me, waiting. I was going to get one chance to get it on and that was all. Well, Mar had warned me.
Sandy was waiting too, smiling confidently, remembering all the times she had seen me get it on, last night.
Desperately I looked at her lush body and thought of fucking her under the bright lights with the cameras rolling, Mar taking pictures of my cock sliding in and out of her little cunt! Christ!
My cock started jumping in quick jerks, every pulse pumping more blood into it. Jump! Jump! The foreskin slipped back over the head.
The man had sat down on one of the chairs and was watching. When my cockhead pointed like a big stick toward the upper corner of the room, he nodded.
"Looks good," he said grudgingly. "You'll have to fuck for the camera. And you'll have to be versatile. People don't want to see just straight fucking any more, they got to have all sorts of stuff. And another thing. If you think you can come here and fuck each other and pick up your money and go home, you've got the wrong business. You'll fuck whenever and whoever we say. I want to make that clear. We've had trouble when we take a couple. If I get any of that shit, you're out and I don't care how good you are."
He spoke as though he were delivering a memorized speech and one which he had not even written himself.
"We know what we're doing," I said.
He looked at me.
"Good for you. I hope you do."
I had a strange feeling about him, as though he were a mild man in a hard business and had tried too hard to make the transition. He didn't seem quite real to me. Mar had said he was a little odd and now that Td met him, that seemed like a gross understatement I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong, but there was something about his entire personality that seemed slightly off kilter.
"What do you pay," I asked.
"It varies. Turn around a couple of times."
He was barely concealing his eager interest in Sandy. I guessed that was what he meant by whenever and whoever.
His inspection completed, he announced, "I never pay more than twenty-five for the first session."
He crossed to a door across from the one where we had come in. He held it open and called into the next room.
"Mar, there are a couple of kids here I want to try out" He nodded back at us. "Come on."
I saw him look again at my prick, which was still ramrod hard, which seemed to please him. I pinched Sandy's butt as she' walked by me, reminding her again with a look, not to recognize Mar. Everything was going fine.
The third room was by far the largest. On the side nearest the door we had to make our way through stacks upon stacks of furniture...sofas, large chairs, piles of rugs, everything that could conceivably be used as a prop to fuck on, in or in front of. Toward the back of the room, standing amid a welter of camera equipment and tripods stood a girl of about twenty-five. With a shock, I realized it was Mar. Somehow she didn't resemble the girl Yd know last night She had a hard professional air about her.
"Mar, this is...what did you say your names were?"
"I'm Paul and this is Sandy."
"This is Marlis Barr, she's my cameraman; you'll be working with her most of the time."
Sandy bit her lip slightly to keep from smiling and said hello. I just nodded.
Mar smiled and looked us over with the care a high better might examine a race horse. Her smile was thoroughly professional. For all anyone could have guessed, she had never seen us before in her life. I wondered how often she played little jokes like this on her employer.
Turn around, please," Mar said.
I began turning, slowly. She put her hand on my ass.
"Nice," she said.
"What" I said, and was not able to resist a wink.
She gave me a slight warning frown and said, "You've got good muscle definition in your buttocks, with a little lighting they can be very dramatic."
The absurdity of the speech struck me and I turned around quickly to look at her. My cock lit right in her hand. She squeezed it. It was very strange, it might have been some kind of vegetable in a supermarket. She stroked it, touching the head with her fingers, pushing it slightly to one side and then the other, squeezing it again to check its firmness and turning it this way and that in the light. Her touch was so professional and devoid of sexuality that I hardly felt stirred by the handling, yet I remained hard. It certainly wasn't hard to pretend we were strangers.
"See this?" she traced the shadow which the flared head of the glans cast back over the rod, if it was held in just the right light. "That is very important. Also these." Her finger moved up the ridges along the back of my cock. "That makes it much more interesting visually."
"Mar sees everything in terms of light and shade," the hairy man said.
By this time her touch didn't seem so impersonal and moisture was beginning to drip off the end of my prick. I had a healthy urge to grab her face in my hand and kiss her with my tongue in her mouth. She was so damn pretty and so damn baffling. She made it all seem like a good thing to do. The way she held my prick in her hand, as though it were an interesting and even beautiful thing to her, almost artistic. She was as real as the man was unreal.
Mar examined Sandy with the same artistic eye, patting her, pressing her as though she had never seen this body before.
"Could we see you two make it?" She said it cheerfully and without embarrassment. "We'll put the lights on you and make everything just like a shooting, but it'll be a dry run. Are you game? No money, just for fun." She glanced at the man, whose approval of the plan was obvious. "Well get down to work in the morning," she added."
The man with the long hair seemed to relax a little in the company of his pretty cameraman. He decided to display his generosity. "How about ten bucks apiece," he offered. "We'll work on lighting and camera angles."
"Darren," she said, "if you will drag something over for a set, I'll turn on some lights."
When everything was set up, I led Sandy out in front of the lights and turned toward the camera equipment. To our backs was a black-painted wall, our prop was to be a large bearskin rug, with the head and claws still attached. Its beady glass eyes stared up at us.
"We'll be asking you to do things as you go along," Mar called to us, "so just start the way you want and well let you know."
I stepped onto the fur. rug, it was like a boxing ring, the perimeters, the shadows, the rug bathed in light the center of the ring. My cock was pushed up between us as I pulled Sandy to me, burying her face in my chest, feeling her tits against my upper abdomen. I kissed the top of her head.
"Good." I heard Mar say, though I could not see her for the strong lights which shone too hotly in my eyes. All was darkness beyond. I felt a little strange, not knowing precisely what to do next, even though it was an act I'd done a million times without thought. My mind seemed to be standing off somewhere, inhibiting the urges which flooded my body. As I hesitated, another voice came from the darkness.
"Go down on him," the man called to Sandy. "Suck him up."
Sandy didn't respond immediately. I sensed she was feeling much the same as I was. Not a reluctance to proceed, but a bit disoriented. I began rubbing her shoulders, first the back and down her back, pushing harder as I rubbed, forcing her down along my body. It would make it seem like my idea instead of an order shouted in from the sidelines.
As I pushed her down, my cock jumped out over her shoulder like a big jack in the box.
"You're close enough to the wall," Mar called. "Don't move your feet but lean back. Stick it right out in her face."
I closed my eyes, a hot flush of anticipation beating in my head. Slowly, without moving my feet, I let my shoulder fall backward, I hoped toward the wall. It didn't seem to matter now, J was in a hurry to feel the moist lips of Sandy's pouting mouth close over my cock. The instructions were meaningless now.
"Don't rush, Sandy," Mar said. "Tickle his balls a Utile."
I felt Sandy's hand slide up my leg toward my balls and felt her hot breath near my throbbing prick. A shudder shook me.
I dimly heard a sound of satisfaction from beyond the lights.
Sandy's fingers tickled my balls and her tongue dallied through the hair at the base of my cock. I spread my legs wide apart
"Nice," I heard a voice say encouragingly. The comments, the knowledge that there were people watching lit me up like a torch.
Sandy took her time, nibbling and biting along the side of my rod until I thought my head was going to explode. I was trying hard to control myself, to keep my hips still fighting to keep my mind cool and detached from my frantic body.
"Get down under," Darrell called. "Suck his balls from behind."
A moment later I felt Sandy's body shift between my legs, then the hair on her head brushed between my thighs. I felt her warm tongue stroking my hanging balls, then her lips sucking on them, drawing them in until she had my balls almost entirely in her mouth. She pushed her face up from beneath. Her nose was on the left side of my prick and her tongue stroked one of my balls inside her mouth. The lights were beating down on us like the hot sun and only served to heighten the intensely erotic atmosphere of the studio. The instructions from the sidelines no longer distracted me as I pushed down against her face and stabbed out in the air.
"Okay, now." Mar was moving into the edge of the light where I could see her. "Slowly move so that you can tongue your way out along his cock, but don't take it in your mouth."
Slowly Sandy pushed my balls out of her mouth with her tongue and began nibbling and licking her way along my rod, curling her tongue around it, making it wet and slimy as a huge snake sliding through wet leaves.
Sounds were gurgling up out of my stomach. My eyes closed against the time it took for her hot mouth to work its way from the base of the cock to the head. At last I felt the tip of her tongue underneath, licking and stroking; she knew well enough what it was doing to me.
"Good. Nice!" I barely heard the words, my whole being was arched out in front of me at the end of my cock, waiting to slip into her soft warm mouth and be rolled by her undulating tongue.
"Okay, suck on him."
Sparks like shooting stars were careening through my head. Her mouth slipped over the flared, purple head.
I was in a whirl of sensations. Her wet, slippery tongue sliding over my cockhead, mouth moving down my hard shaft. Hot bright lights beating down on me, lighting me, every inch of me, my body and my fevered reeling mind, my gasping, my pumping hips. Lights showing me to those other eyes, tense excited eyes, eyes that wanted to see me come. Eyes that stared and burned to see Sandy's mouth slide down over my hard cock.
I was flying, believe me, the boiler was boiling when Mar called to us.
"Stop, coffee," she said.
I could hardly believe my ears. It was my first hint of "professionalism," the whenever and whoever again, stopping a man about half a dozen strokes from coming off and handing him a cup of coffee and expecting him to smile and forget it That's where it was at, as I found out with more and more certainty later. With difficulty, I managed to keep myself from driving to a logical conclusion.
"I did it deliberately," Mar was saying. "You have to learn to control your orgasms. That's how we do it, just stop and let the guy cool down for a few minutes."
Darrell handed me a cup of coffee.
"You have any trouble getting your hard back after you've dropped it?"
"No," I shrugged.
"Come here them." He led me over to a clear place in the furniture stacks. "You know how to press weights?"
I said I did though I had done it only once before. He told me to press the big one. I handed him my coffee and picked up the barbell. It must have been near two hundred pounds. As I began to press it, my erection went down. The harder I worked, the more deflated my cock became.
"We use it to help guys control themselves, give them a little rest in between times, sometimes we shoot all day, you know."
I hadn't really thought about that!
"You ever been in this kind of business before?"
"No." He still made me slightly uncomfortable, even when he was trying to be friendly.
"Here," he threw me a terry cloth robe. "Put this on." He grinned again.
"You're good," he said.
"I got it on all right," I said.
"No, I mean you made it real."
"It was real."
He looked at me uncertainly. "You're a natural then. I thought you were acting."
We walked back toward the women. Mar was pouring coffee at a small table set up behind the cameras.
"You could make a fortune in this line, you know."
"At twenty-five dollars a day?"
"I was just telling him he could do well in the sex business," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and then adding spoon after spoon of sugar.
"They both could," Mar said.
Sandy was hooked. She looked at first one and then the other, fascinated by what they were suggesting.
"I know a club where you could make fifty dollars a performance," Darrell said.
"Performing sex you mean?" I was being deliberately naive. I felt like dragging my heels, I kind of like one step at a time and then I like to make it myself.
"So," Darrell continued, "if you make it three times its a hundred and fifty bucks, if you can make it six times in one night...you figure it out."
"Also . . . " some kind of uncertainty flashed across Mar's face, then she continued. "I want to make some really good movies. I mean, good erotic movies, I don't think the terms are mutually exclusive."
"They would have a bigger and better distribution and there would be a lot more money for the actors." She took a sip of coffee. "And I'll want actors."
"Mar thinks erotic movies ought to be an art form." He clearly cared very little one way or the other.
"Regular sound movies?" Sandy asked her. "The whole thing, but without any coyness about sex."
I began drinking coffee. I liked Mar and I liked the idea of thinking of myself as a movie actor.
A silence fell over the table. We were all thinking about Mar's good movies...what would they be?
Finally, I asked if all the shooting was done in the studio.
"No," Mar said. "We mostly just do short fuck sequences. I like to work out of doors, really, on longer story line scripts. Beach scenes, woods, that sort of thing."
"We've only done one so far," Darrell added, correcting any impression Mar may have made that they had moved very far into this more ambitious field.
"Sound and all that is expensive, isn't it?" I asked, just to see who would answer.
Darrell answered. "Damned expensive."
"I have access to sound equipment," Mar went on as though she was unaware that Darrell had spoken. "And I have a couple of scripts I'm working on."
"What she doesn't have," Darrell said, "is the money to do it with."
"What I don't have is the actors." She finished her coffee. "The money will come when everything else is ready." She stood up easily, the conversation was finished. "Back to work."
"I've changed my mind," she said to DarreH, "I'm going to film this next sequence."
Darrell seemed startled, "What are you going to use?"
"The hand camera," she told him. "You can pay them their twenty-five dollars, they're doing fine."
"Okay."
Mar picked a camera off one of the tripods, it had a handle on the bottom with which she maneuvered it handily.
"We didn't get the fellatio scene but we're going on to the cunnilingus anyway, we'll pick up the other later."
"You have a regular sequence," I asked.
"To start" She had become all business again. "Get a stool for Sandy to sit on."
Darrell dragged on a high stool and sat it directly over the bear's head.
"No, not there, put it in the middle."
Before Darrell could retrieve his mistake, I reached out and pulled the stool nearer the middle of the rug.
"Start like before," Mar said.
I gathered Sandy into my arms and kissed her. The sound of the camera suddenly filled the room, it was like a gigantic bee buzzing closer and closer.
"When I say cut, stop wherever you are and don't move until I say action. Okay?"
It was not a question, just a point of emphasis. I nodded that we understood.
"Darrell, the hand light."
Meanwhile, the bee buzzed around our bodies.
"Down there, between their legs," she said in a most professional tone.
I felt the hot lights between my knees scorching my prick, which was beginning to jump to attention again. Then the camera itself buzzed between my legs. I could feel Sandy's legs between mine. I took my mouth off hers and whispered.
"Open your legs."
She did so her feet were on top of mine. The camera buzzed back and forth between our legs. It was crazy and it was exciting somehow. I could feel my cock prodding Sandy's stomach.
"Start coming down on her," Mar told me quietly, as though the camera might hear and record the instruction. "Take it easy now, just come down and suck her tits."
I had a moments hesitation, I wasn't used to being ordered around about anything, much less sex. Anyway if I crouched down it would open up my ass and for some reason that embarrassed me.
"Come down," Mar said firmly.
I began to bend my knees slowly, sliding my tongue along Sandy's neck, stopping to mouth her Adam's apple. Still the camera buzzed between my legs.
"Move the light a little," Mar said. "Okay, cut!" Mar scrambled up from the floor, lugging her camera with her. I thought she was going to refill the camera. "Action."
The camera buzzed on as I nuzzled Sandy's throat
"Not too slow," Mar said, "keep moving...that's it...now kiss between her tits...that's right.. . that's right.. . use your tongue...okay...now tongue her tit! Good! Now suck."
"Okay, now cut!" The camera ceased its buzzing.
"Bring the light down here again." Once again the camera buzzed up between our legs.
"All right now, your prick is right at her cunt Slowly bring your hand down and rub her with just the head. Not too far up now, take hold of it down close to your body."
The head of my cock had turned to fire again. I rubbed it up and down over Sandy's hard clitoris, both our juices were running. I was beginning to resent the instructions.
"Now a little lower, bring the light up here, closer, now guide it in. That's right not too far."
It was like sinking a molten stake of iron into hot oil.
"No, no, not too far. Good, now move it in and out.. . slowly.. . not too far."
"Cut. Damn it I'm out of film. Can you hold it, this will only take a few seconds." It was a rhetorical question.
I heard the clatter of the camera being opened, my head was full of the need to stab upward with my hips.
"Damn it," Mar said. "Okay, kids, you can relax, I've fucked this thing up."
I rammed upward into Sandy's soft flesh, burying my throbbing rod in her.
"No, no!" Mar yelled. "Wait! Damn it!"
Darrell's hands grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards, out of Sandy's cunt. I whirled. I was able to stop my fist only an inch from his face. Everyone stood in stunned silence.
Darrell turned abruptly and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.