Chapter 2
Jennie sat on the bed in front of the two hot spotlights whose intensity was so strong that she could not see beyond them. Only the voice of Al provided any proof that anyone was out there beyond the lights.
"You got it?" Al was saying, with a trace of exasperation in his voice, "or you want me to run through it again?"
Jennie nodded.
"Okay. When I say 'action' you begin playing with yourself, rubbing yourself all over. Then you start taking off your clothes and when you're naked, you follow my instructions. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, sure," Jennie replied. But in fact nothing was clear to her. As she sat there, her mind seemed blanker than ever. She felt almost out of her own body, paralyzed by something she could not understand. During the morning hours, as she tried to sleep next to Al, a terrible sense of foreboding and fear had gripped her. But after struggling with it, it had finally turned into a hard, clear sense of nothingness.
"Okay," Al said after moving himself behind the small camera, "begin!"
The words rang through Jennie's skull, as if coming from far away. But she did remember his instructions. She looked at a point between the lights and moved her hands across her chest, gripping each breast and letting it go. She felt nothing, and did not care.
"Keep moving them hands!" Al shouted.
Jennie dropped her hands between her legs, and began caressing the crotch of her levis. She felt moisture down there, as if her body were functioning separately from the realities of her mind.
"Dig in deep Jennie, make me believe it!" Al shouted.
Jennie smiled. "Like this?" she asked as she spread her legs and pushed very hard between them.
"Jesus Christ, don't talk!"
"Okay."
Al grunted, cursed and began shouting. "Take off your damn clothes, you stupid bitch!"
Jennie looked towards him with a blank expression. Her fingers worked mechanically at her blouse, one button at a time, until the two sides were hanging open. The bulge of her unclothed breasts shone as the lights cascaded on her white flesh.
"Touch them!" Al said, now a little more quietly. "Touch them and fondle them. Let me see those nips."
Jennie pulled the cloth away from her breasts and revealed them fully. Firm and rounded, with the smallest trace of a tan line just above the large, pink nipple. She moved her fingers delicately across the buds, then down beneath the breasts. She lifted her flesh and held them out toward the camera, as if displaying them.
"Naturally, Jennie," Al ordered. "Do it naturally."
Jennie let her breasts fall, reached down and unsnapped her levis. Slowly, she pulled down the zipper, then spread the pieces of fabric away from her white-fleshed belly.
"Keep toward me as you pull them down," Al said.
She smiled. Then twisted her body so that her legs were pointing directly at the lights. Raising her hips off the bed, she tugged at her levis and pulled them down across her smooth, white belly.
Al watched her undressing through the lens of the camera. His hard-on was throbbing beneath his slacks. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his cock into orgasm. But he knew that his footage was too valuable to lose on such self-indulgence. Jennie was the most sensual and beautiful teenager he had ever photographed. There would be plenty of time later on for self-abuse. "Keep it coming, honey" he said breathlessly.
Her jeans were down around her ankles now and she was struggling with the folds of material to get them off. Finally, she kicked them away and off the bed. She lay back on the bed, completely naked, and clenched her thighs tightly together.
Al stared at the smooth line running between the rich thighs and the fluff of blonde hair at the end. A perfectly formed triangle, with the gentle promise of pink lips beneath. He moaned silently to himself. "Okay, Jennie, now open it up. Give your fans something to cheer about!"
Slowly, Jennie parted her legs, moving them across the sheets in one slow motion. She twisted herself so that her left hip was raised and her right leg bent. Her crack was fully exposed now, illuminated fully by the strong lights. She was wet down there, and the lights reflected off her love juice and created a sprinkling of tiny sparkling stars.
"Gorgeous, baby, gorgeous!" Al moved up between the lights, keeping the camera whirring. He kneeled down at the foot of the bed and pointed the lens up between Jennie's legs. "Bring your hands down there, between your legs. Touch yourself, finger yourself!" His words were coming now in gasps, as if he were losing control. His cock was aching terribly.
Jennie obeyed. She brought both hands down across her muff and held herself. She moved her fingers slowly across her swollen pink lips. Her breathing now was heavy and muffled. Her breasts ached and her thighs tingled. Still, the feelings were for someone else. They were not wholly her own.
"Inside, baby, go inside!"
Her fingers separated her labia and entered her creamy tunnel. Jennie gasped as she drove one, then two fingers deep inside herself and began pumping.
"Yes, Jennie yes!" Al cried as he adjusted his position and focused on the creamy maze of flesh fingers, and juice.
Her head was thrown back now, and she thrashed from side to side as she masturbated with the energy of a thirty-year-old. Her body had taken on a rich, red hue, and her flesh seemed to vibrate. Finally she reached her zenith, threw her hips high off the bed, and came with her cunt pointing directly at Al's camera.
As she dressed, Jennie did not notice the wet spot on the front of Al's pants. Al, embarrassed and satisfied, fumbled with the camera. It was the first time this had ever happened to him.
"Was I all right?" Jennie asked when she had dressed.
"You were beautiful, baby," Al replied, shutting down the lights. Without the harsh glare of the 2-K's, the room became merely a dank, dark little hole just off Santa Monica Boulevard. They were, in fact, in an extra room behind a small adult bookstore.
"Can we go eat now?" Jennie asked, her blue eyed wide and trusting.
"Sure. Lemme get this stuff to the lab and we'll go eat."
Al was feeling expansive. The film was in the can, thirty minutes of pure heaven. He would process it that day, then take it to Harold, the kingpin producer of X-rated spectaculars. Harold would finance Al in a long-running, full length feature after seeing this loop. There was no doubt that this little blonde desert rat was the find of the century -- unused, unseen, and beautifully sexy. And to top it off, Jennie was not seemingly hooked on anything worse .than food. Her cleanliness and simplicity had bothered Al a little, but he was quickly getting over it. It didn't matter, as long as she was willing to dump her clothes and spread her legs.
Jennie ate a hearty breakfast that morning, then hung on to Al's arm as he took her to the Los Angeles Zoo, then drove across town to see the whales at Marineland. Jennie watched everything with a distant, almost blank stare in her eyes. She didn't pay attention to the young men who gazed longingly at her uplifted breasts and her form-fitting Levis. She didn't notice the others who chuckled knowingly as the rotund older man led his little Lolita through the parks. Jennie didn't notice, and Al didn't give a shit. Perfect.
Harold, like all big Hollywood producers, lived in an expansive home in the Hills of Beverly. The house had been owned by one of Hollywood's premier silent film stars during the golden age of tinsel town. But talkies had come, the film star couldn't speak without lisping, and the house was put on the market. Harold had bought it ten years ago as he began making his move as porno king of the X-rated circuit.
Harold had started with thirty-minute loops, progressed to talking films, and finally into feature-length sex films. His success was terrific, and now he specialized to packaging films.
Harold greeted Al from his chaise lounge by the huge pool in the rear of the house. Two women, in their thirties and with magnificent breasts, floated lazily on the water. Both were nude, and both were lying on the their backs with their legs draped over the sides of the air mattresses. Neither of them made an effort to close their wide open cunts as Al walked across the patio with the little teenager on one arm and a can of film on another.
"You're not gonna believe this, Harold," Al began stopping in front of the thin little man. Harold nodded, raised his gin and tonic and took a sip. His eyes, hidden behind reflector sunglasses, never left Jennie.
"Al," Harold said in his high-pitched voice, "you come up here three times a year and tell me the same thing. I listen to you because I like you. And I like you because you're the sordid kind of loser I could have been had I been born without brains."
Al flinched, but continued. "Harold, this time I mean it. Her name is Jennie."
Harold raised his glass towards the beautiful blonde and smiled. "Jennie, you're very pretty."
Jennie smiled. She was overwhelmed by the luxury of the place, and was finding it difficult to believe that she was actually here. "Thank you," she replied simply.
"She's humble," Harold said with a snicker. "What's her hang-up?"
Al laughed. "Nothing," he replied.
"Nothing? You mean here stands a beautiful little girl, not older than . . . ah, fifteen? Sixteen? A beautiful girl, willing to take off her clothes and fuck any stud in town, and she's not addicted to coke, smack, downers or uppers? C'mon, Al!"
"She's from the desert, Harold. She just wants to stay out of the desert. That's her scene."
Jennie listened to the two men talking about her and tried to connect the conversation. But it was difficult. It was as if they were speaking about someone else entirely.
"Okay, Jennie" Harold said, pulling himself off the chaise and taking off his sunglasses. "Why don't you take off your clothes and let's see what you've got."
Jennie glanced at Al. "It's all right Jennie," Al said.
Jennie took off her clothes and dropped them into a small bundle at her feet. She stood very straight and very prim, the afternoon summer sun shining vibrantly off her golden skin.
Harold walked right up to her and put his hand on her breast. He squeezed her nipple hard, and felt the bud come to life.
"Nice tits, huh?" Al said excitedly.
"Passable," Harold replied. "But it's her cunt that gets them these days. Lovelace had a good mouth, but a superb cunt to go along with it. Lie down on the chaise, Jennie, and let's see your cunt."
Jennie moved to the long chair and lay down. Harold stood at her feet, then reached down and grabbed her knees. Slowly, he pulled them apart.
The sun was shining directly between Jennie's thighs. Her smooth young labia seemed to glisten. Her clitoris, barely visible behind the fold of skin which capped it, throbbed gently to life. Harold reached out and touched the tip, and watched Jennie's face as she gasped.
"Does that feel nice?" Harold asked, in an almost fatherly way.
"Yes," Jennie replied.
As Harold continued his investigation of Jennie's body, the two women in the swimming pool had left their mattresses and were now hanging onto the coping near where Jennie lay. Both of the girls stared at the incredibly beautiful young body with obvious envy, and obvious excitement.
"God, do I want a piece of that!" the blonde exclaimed.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Harold lashed back over his shoulder. "No touching until we film it. Everything's got to be real."
Al jumped. "You mean you'll finance?" he asked excitedly.
Harold laughed. "Al," he began plaintively "for you to keep a brownie in focus for an hour straight would be a miracle. I've watched you shoot, and you come all over yourself."
"Jesus, Harold," Al complained. "Please . . . "
Harold had his fingers up Jennie's tight snatch and was pumping her easily and rhythmically. Jennie lay stone still on the chaise and watched him, alternating between his face and her own cunt. "You like that, do you?" Harold asked.
Jennie nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Harold, she's my discovery!" Al bellowed, watching Harold's face instead of the incredibly erotic scene on-the lounge chair.
"Shut up, fuck-up!" Harold bellowed.
The two women in the pool were now at each other. Beneath that water's level, they were finger-fucking each other with the same rhythms that Harold was using with Jennie.
"Please, Harold. You don't understand. This girl's loyal to me. She won't leave me. You understand?"
Harold laughed again, and watched Jennie as she closed her eyes, raised her hips high off the chaise and shuddered.
"Man," Harold moaned. "She does come nicely, doesn't she?"
Jennie watched Harold now with glazed eyes as the small man pulled down his bathing trunks. His large, swollen cock popped out into the soft afternoon light. He held himself and pointed the tip directly at her. "You don't mind fellatio, do you, little girl?"
"No. It's okay."
Harold moved around to where Jennie's head rested on the edge of the chair. He knelt over the girl so that his cock was in direct alignment with her mouth. "Now open wide, baby," he said breathlessly.
Jennie parted her full, ruby lips and sucked in all of Harold's throbbing meat. She lay there very still as he pumped her hard fucking her throat with jerky, powerful thrusts of his pelvis. He came quickly, and his come spurted deep into her throat, bubbling out at the corners of her mouth in small driblets.
"Now you just try to swallow all of that, eh?" Harold laughed as he watched Jennie gag on the massive amount of sticky stuff. "Drinking your milk? That's a good, good girl."
Jennie finally managed to swallow most of it, then reached for a towel and wiped her mouth.
"Goddamn," Harold said softly, pulling up his trunks. "She's a gas, you know?"
AI was livid by now, feeling the first flash of hot rage that any man feels when he knows he is getting screwed. "You've had your kicks, Harold," he began, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice, "let's talk business."
Harold picked up his tonic glass, mixed himself another drink without offering one to Al, and sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. As he spoke, he moved his hands up and down Jennie's legs.
"Now, Al," he began slowly, "you and I, we've been around a long time. I don't want to screw you. But I don't want you to make no fucking movie either. I'll pay you a flat five thousand for her . . . and that's it."
Al felt himself sinking. A million dollars had been more in line with his original thinking. "Jesus, Harold . . . . "
"Now Al," Harold interrupted, speaking to the man as if he were a child, "I know what you think you can do. But you can't. I control distribution and practically everything else. You'll lose, even with her. Take it or leave it."
Al stood silently for a moment. "I'll take it!" he blurted finally.
"That's a good boy," Harold grinned. "Now why don't you mix yourself a drink?"
Al mixed himself a drink. Jennie lay on the chair, her naked flesh feeling the warm afternoon breezes, and watched the two men. Their faces were strange, almost like tortured animals. She couldn't understand what they were doing, or why. She couldn't fathom the fact that less than twenty-four hours before she had been nervously preparing herself for her date. with Jim Haines. All she knew was that that place between her legs felt moist and sticky, and that her throat had an. odd taste to it -- and that the sun was going down over the hill behind the swimming pool and that Al was leaning over, clutching a roll of green bills, and saying goodbye to her.
"Goodbye, Al," Jennie .said, then watched him waddle out of the yard and into the house. This new man Harold turned to her and smiled. His hands felt strange on her, and Jennie wanted to cry. She didn't know why she would want to cry at a time like this.