Chapter 3

They had been shooting for five solid days. It was time for the big finale, a scene in which Jennie, playing a lost nymphet who had wandered onto, an orgy ranch in California, is had by five studs at the same time. Fifteen hours a day for five solid days and the film was ready for the can.

The director was a young man with long hair and a beard, who had dreams of making it in the Hollywood establishment. With what little time and money he had to spend he did everything he could to bring some class to the film. But basically, it was another high budget fuck flick and nothing more.

Jennie did not particularly care what the movie was. She was being paid five hundred dollars for the week, more money than she had ever seen in her life. To spend five days naked with a bunch of studs, getting. fucked every hour, was nothing to her. She went through the motions, never really feeling much except for the physical sensations, which were overwhelming.

Now, it was the final day of shooting. Bill, the director, seemed to have taken a liking to the quiet young girl. He sat with her now in a corner of the old sound stage which they had leased for the making of the film.

"This scene," Bill was saying seriously, "calls for you to realize and totally understand your sexual appetite. You're to be ravaged by four men at the same time, each of them drilling you with his sex. You've never had it like this before."

Jennie watched the strange young man, occasionally pulling at the hem of her bathrobe. "No, I haven't," she said.

"Haven't what?" Bill asked.

"Haven't had it that way before." Jennie smiled, a blank, expressionless smile.

Bill grunted. He had been promised by Harold that this time there would be no hysterical chicks wandering around the set giving the crew blow jobs in order to support their habits. He was also promised that this girl was not an exhibitionist, prone to sunbathe in the nude and thereby distract every passerby. And he was promised that this chick would not break out in laughter in the middle of a scene when an actor lost his erection. Jennie did none of these things -- but that did not mean that she was not strange.

"Strange," Bill said, to himself.

"Huh?"

"I mean, strange, Jennie." Bill looked at the girl and ignored whatever it was about her that was bothering him. She was gorgeous, he had seen her body in close-up, in full view, and backwards. There wasn't a flaw. He decided for the thousandth time that it really didn't make any difference whether or not she was strange. "How about a party tonight?" Bill suggested.

"Sure, Bill," Jennie replied. "A party."

"That's right. A friend of mine's throwing a big one up in the hills. We'll go and celebrate the end of this thing."

"That'll be fun," Jennie said.

Bill took her hand and led her to the center of the stage where a huge bed waited beneath the powerful lights. Four young men, all hung like horses, stood waiting next to the bed.

"You guys ready?" Bill asked.

They all nodded, then turned as one and walked towards the far corner of the sound stage. There, huddled together like primitives who had yet to discover clothing, they passed around a spoon of cocaine.

Meanwhile, Jennie removed her robe and was put on the center of the bed. She smiled as she lay down, looking at the faces of the crew around her.

"Now remember," Bill told her gently, "when we begin, you go from one guy to another, digging on their cocks. You get each one of them hard, touching them or using your mouth. Then, when they're all erect, just let nature take its course."

Jennie rested her hand on her blonde pubis and rubbed herself absently.

The four studs, now fortified by their inhalation of the magical white powder returned to the bed. They stood in a line on the right side and looked down at the nubile nude.

"You boys hyped now?" Bill asked playfully.

The one closest to the cameras sniffled. "Yessir . . . bozo is the word!"

"Okay then, let's get this rolling. Remember, when I tell the hand-held to get the hell out, that's the signal to wrap the scene. Got that?"

They all nodded.

Bill walked back to the cameramen, spoke with him, then turned back to his actors. "Okay, quiet! Let's get ready. Okay . . . camera . . . sound . . . action!"

Jennie lay in the center of the bed, pretending she was asleep. Suddenly she opened her eyes, looked around her, then saw the four men standing next to the bed. She smiled as she glanced from one penis to another. "This has got to be a dream!" she said in a small, little-girl voice that Bill knew would rock an audience.

The men took a step forward and remained silent as Jennie got up on her knees. She went to the first man, reached down, held his cock. She examined the limp piece of meat carefully, holding it up and searching the underside. She began to stroke him, using her other hand to play with his balls and probe his ass. The guy began to get hard, and Jennie smiled as the snake grew erect in her hand.

"There, that's better," she said with a grin.

As she moved to the next stud, the premier erection followed her, fawning over her luscious body, holding her supple breasts and squeezing her ripe nipples. Jennie seemed to pay no attention to the man at her back, but was instead thoroughly engaged in blowing the second guy to an erection. She sucked hard and power-fully on his penis, and began to feel the thing grow like crazy in her mouth. Soon all ten inches of the super-star were erect and throbbing. Jennie moved on to the next one.

He was a little smaller, and Jennie held his limp prick and leaned over and pushed her nipple lightly against the flesh. The guy grew immediately, and his hard-on pulsated against her breast. The final dude was already there by the time Jennie maneuvered herself into position. His cock was standing up at an angle from his belly. Jennie knelt over, sucked him inside her mouth, and stroked him a few times with her lips.

The four men were now all over her. One had his penis stuffed down her throat and held her head against his groin as he pumped deeply inside her. Another was lining himself up between her thighs, holding his cock and readying himself for the big plunge.

Jennie was now lying on her side, with her leg held high in the air by the two men at her cunt. The first man drove his prick deep inside her small, wet snatch, and the second pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. He took out some lubricating jelly, smeared it all over her, and slowly began penetrating her small, tight anus.

The fourth man did nothing but rub his throbbing cock across her body. Her face, her back, her breasts and her legs. He masturbated freely against her flesh, stroking himself easily and rhythmically.

Bill watched the scene, timing it with a stopwatch. His hand held cameramen crouched in various positions in and around the bed, getting all the angles which the stationary camera would miss. It was nearing the moment of climax -- both for the scene and for the actors.

Bill tapped the hand-held man on the top of the head, and he scampered away.

The five naked people on the bed did not see it. They were all totally wrapped up in what they were doing. Bill began to panic, knowing that in another two minutes he would have to change film in the big camera. He didn't want the scene to be interrupted.

But his worries were over as the guy who was masturbating began to grimace. He was kneeling directly over Jennie's bead, the tip of his cock against her neck. His jism spurted onto her clear white skin, then oozed out into her hair. At that moment, the dude getting blown pulled out of her mouth and spurted his stuff across her lips and onto her chin.

The two guys involved in the sandwich came only moments later both straining and grimacing as they let go in her orifices. Jennie grasped the side of the bed as she felt the massive cocks spurting and throbbing inside her. Her face was contorted with a strange sense of pain and pleasure. She held on until the storm had passed, thrashing her beautiful. body from side to side, trying to adjust to the pain. Finally, it subsided.

Bill held the scene for a few moments before calling a "cut." The four men all dropped to the floor, moaning and talking about the fact that the film was over. Jennie lay in the center of the bed, her legs spread widely, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.

"Feeling okay, babe?" Bill asked.

Jennie opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her pupils were small, and the blue surrounding them crystal clear. "Yeah, I'm all right," she said unemotionally.

Bill patted her on the forehead. "You've done a great job -- this'll be a knockout of a movie. I guarantee it."

Jennie giggled softly. "Imagine that."

"Imagine what, Jennie?"

"Imagine me being in a movie like this. What would Jim say."

"Who the hell is Jim?"

Jennie grimaced, almost as if the thought were painful. "Oh, just some guy who wanted to love me once."

Bill laughed. "Don't worry yourself about that! After this thing, there'll be plenty of guys who want to love you!"

Jennie laughed louder. "That party, what time does it start?"

"About now," Bill said without checking his watch.

"Okay, let's go!"

The house was in a secluded part of the Hollywood Hills, far off the main streets and canyon roads. The exterior of the place seemed normal enough, but once inside the living room, it was obvious that this house had been built for one thing and one thing only -- sex.

There was already a standing room only crowd inside when Bill entered with Jennie on his arm. Through the blue haze of marijuana smoke, the loud disco music, and the tinkling of whiskey glasses almost every male eye turned towards the beautiful little blonde.

Bill had bought Jennie a dress on the way over. It was a simple white dress, cut to the waist in front and barely concealing the flaring roundness of her buttocks in back. The dress hung to the floor, but there was a slit up each leg which carried the peek-a-boo thrill to the waist. Aside from the fact that the cut of the gown was revealing, the material itself was virtually transparent. Just enough covering to give every guy present who wasn't gay or too stoned a throbbing hard-on.

"They seem to like you, Jennie," Bill whispered as he led her through the living room and out into the back yard.

"I'm practically naked, that's why," Jennie replied.

"No. It's you, Jennie. Anyone can be naked."

"I see what you mean." Outside, in the rear of the house, it looked like a nudist camp. The only difference was that the people strolling across the huge lawn were all young and beautiful. They were the California people, well built with beautiful all-around tans. Jennie stepped on the edge of the porch and looked out across the idyllic lawn. "I've never seen anything like it," she said.

"There really isn't anything else like it," Bill replied. "This is Hollywood, baby. And soon you'll be the queen of it all."

Jennie smiled. She allowed Bill to lead her across the lawn. She looked at everyone she saw with wide, innocent eyes. She was amazed at the differences in the human body. The different sized breasts, the various shapes, the different kinds of penises. It was like an anatomy lesson in high school.

They arrived at a small pool. Steam was rising from the heated waters. A man sat at one end -- a thin man with long hair and a very long beard. In front of him were three very young girls, all naked and all listening intently to what the man was saying.

"Who is he?" Jennie asked, feeling a sudden and unexplainable interest. It was the first time she had felt that kind of thing since leaving Baker.

"Forget him, baby!" Bill said with a meanness to his voice.

"Why?"

"Because he's a fool. He thinks he's a guru or something. He's our latest version of Manson. Probably wind up knocking off a few of us before he's through"

Jennie dropped Bills hand and walked along the edge of the pool. She moved closer until she could hear what the man was saying.

"Your fathers have deserted you, abandoned you to the wolves of the Earth. It is not their fault, they were forced by strong powers. They were too weak to fight those powers . . . . "

Jennie dropped to her knees by the side of the pool. She was no more than ten feet away from the strange man.

He looked up at her with glowing brown eyes and a smile. "Your father has disgraced you," he said simply.

Jennie felt her heart skip a beat. She grasped the edge of the pool tightly. Her knuckles were white. Her head began to spin.

"Don't be ashamed," the man said. "We all have been disgraced." He waved his arm in a circular motion over the heads of the three girls sitting before him. "But we have learned to take care of one another."

Jennie began choking, feeling a surge of emotion which she had completely blocked now erupting to the surface. Visions of that night in Baker, with her father slumped on the floor next to her bed, flooded her mind. The long ride with Al, the screaming lights above her and the men pawing her body like a piece of meat. She suddenly wanted to scream.

"What's wrong, baby?" Bill asked, kneeling down next to her, slipping his hand beneath her dress and cupping her breast.

Jennie turned and looked at the beady eyes, the half-sneer on his face, With one swift kick, Bill went tumbling into the pool.

"Goddamnit!" he cursed.

But the man at the end of the pool laughed. And so did the girls. And so did Jennie. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Fuck you!" Bill screamed. "You goddamn fool!"

By this time a small crowd, including the owner of the place, had gathered. The owner, an older man wearing nothing but a loincloth, stepped forward. "Fat John," he said to the long haired man, "you'll have to split."

Fat John turned to Jennie. He smiled before speaking. "This is the flesh scene, baby, and that's the way it is." Fat John shrugged, rose to his feet and climbed out of the pool.

Jennie watched the four people as they slowly dried each other off. Bill was climbing out of the pool, and talking to the owner. "Goddamn, Pete" he said bitterly "every time that phony comes around there's trouble!"

"C'mon, Bill baby, he's harmless. Just an aging hippie having some kicks."

"Bullshit! Did you see what he made my girlfriend do?"

Jennie turned when she heard this and rose slowly to her feet. Her eyes were no longer glazed nor empty. "You fucker," she said coolly, "I was your goddamn whore. Not your girlfriend!"

"Jennie!'! Bill exclaimed.

"He's a movie pimp!" Jennie began in a loud, shrill voice. "He sells bodies to other men. Only he doesn't have to do it in person. He a fucking whoremaster!"

Bill was stunned. He had worked with this strange girl for a solid week, and had seen no indication of an outburst like this. He looked around and smiled sheepishly, trying to recover what little was left of his own self esteem. "Jesus, Jennie . . "

"Fuck you!" Jennie stammered, then turned back to Fat John.

"Can I go with you, Fat John?" she asked.

Fat John smiled down at her. "Of course you can, Jennie." He turned to the three girls standing next to him. "Sunshine and Maria will help you to the van. Sloe and I must stay behind for a few moments. We'll join you later."

Sunshine and Maria, now dressed in flowing gowns, each took an arm and led Jennie into the darkness of the backyard and towards the street. Fat John turned to Bill and grinned. "You've lost her, brother," he said without anger, "because you didn't respect her."

"You can't take her with you," Bill screamed.

"Bullshit, brother," Fat John replied, grinning. "I can take her anywhere I want to."

The owner of the house stepped forward and patted Fat John on his skinny elbow. "I'm sorry man, about all this," he said softly.

"I keep telling you Pete," Fat John replied, "that you're in a bummer cycle. When you get blown out of all this, come to the beach and see me."

Pete smiled. "Okay, babe."

Fat John turned with the little brunette named Sloe and walked proudly across the lawn towards his van.

Bill watched him until he disappeared into the darkness. "Goddamn, Pete, those freaks are a real drag!"

The crowd of people stood around the two men in a large circle. Most of them were naked, and most were hugging themselves as though the warm August night had suddenly turned cold with a winter's chill.

Pete looked at his guests, then at Bill.

"You know something, Bill, Fat John was right."

"Right about what? I mean, whenever was that phony, two-bit hunk of skin and bones right about anything?"

Pete started to laugh. "Shit, for a movie director, pal, you really miss a lot, don't you?"

Suddenly, Bill felt the crowd of beautiful people staring at him as though he were some kind of freak. "What do you mean by that?"

Pete continued to laugh. "Shit man, you called him a real freak, didn't you? Well, my friend take a look at us would you? We're all just beautiful freaks. Not ugly but beautiful."

Bill looked at the faces. Half smiles, glowing eyes turned down suddenly. He felt very small.

"That girl," Pete continued, "she was beautiful. But she was freaked. Or didn't you notice? Fat John noticed. He wasn't going to make her spread her legs for a movie. He saw something there -- most of us saw something there. She was scared stiff, a broken child. Maybe Fat John will put her together again and make her a woman."

"I was just making a goddamn movie, Pete," Bill said softly. "I didn't know. What difference does it make?"

The people were silent. Pete put his hand on Bill's shoulder and rested it there. "I think you ought to go home now, Bill. Watch some late movies or something."

Bill nodded, as though someone were pulling his head up and down with invisible strings. He continued to feel the odd sensation as he walked across the lawn towards the driveway.