Chapter 3
I stopped in front of a shabby-looking building. There was no sign out front, the Venetian blinds were closed behind the dirty streaked windows, and I had to squint to read the small numbers alongside the door. Yep, they matched the address I had written on the back of Mr. Jason King's card: Celestial Lane. I shrugged, opened the door, and walked in.
In the dim, musty light, I could just make out a young, voluptuous blonde sitting behind a beat-up desk. She seemed engrossed in filing down her middle finger. "Yeah?" she questioned unenthusiastically, not even bothering to look up.
I walked over and rested the big bulge between my legs snugly on the edge of the desk, only a foot from her face. I gazed hungrily down at the huge breasts shaking freely under her tight minidress as she continued to file away intently on the middle finger, her bubble gum cracking and snapping in the silence.
She finally looked up at me with no expression, but as her eyes caught the huge bulge facing her over the desk, they widened and a broad grin spread across her cute baby face. "Like wow!" she exclaimed excitedly in a shrill baby voice. "I'm Dodie-forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!"
"Yeah, I can see that!" I laughed, staring down at the wobbling flesh above her low-cut neckline. "My name's Prentiss, and I'm nine inches," I teased, handing her the card I held in my hand.
"Far out!" she exclaimed, getting up, taking the card, and running around the desk. "The maestro was right, Prentiss, you certainly seem to have the real potential for a top-flight nudie superstar." She winked, slapping her hand against my crotch and squeezing my cock affectionately.
I gasped. "Nudie what?"
"Don't knock it, gorgeous," Dodie replied, looking up and down my body with professional lust. "The maestro produces the best obscene flicks in the nudie field. Follow the leader," she ordered. I accompanied her through another door, watching her ass wiggle in time with her short, mincing steps.
We entered a large, dark, barn-like room, empty except for what looked like a fabricated bedroom set in the center. The setting was complete with three walls, an old brass bed, a couple of portable klieg lights, and a beat-up-looking movie camera.
"Just a second, handsome," Dodie smiled. "You wait here 'on location' while I get the maestro." She winked as she walked daintily through another doorway.
I strolled over to the flimsily assembled bedroom set. It was a little disappointing. Up close, I couldn't help but notice the thin, warped plywood walls, the tarnished brass frame holding up the king-size bed, and the spotted, rumpled, yellow sheets and pillow cases.
Suddenly, I heard Dodie's squeaky voice approaching as she reentered, chattering gleefully, followed by an elderly man dressed in a gaudy mod outfit, and behind him, a small, crazy-looking grinning guy, yanking nervously at the older man's sleeve.
"Horace, will you pu-leeze!" The older man pulled his arm away with annoyance. He smiled sweetly at me. "Mr. Prentiss, I presume?" he asked theatrically, holding out a thin, pale hand.
"Yeah ... uh, Mr. Jason King?" I tried to look enthusiastic as I shook his hand firmly.
He winced. "My, you have a manly grip there, my boy?" he said, rubbing his hand. "Mr. Oxman spoke highly of your 'talent' and at some length." He gazed intently at the long bulge in my jeans.
Horace walked quickly around Mr. King, bent forward in front of me, and scrutinized my cock closely. "I warned you, maestro, we must be careful! Some of these jumbos don't get any bigger even when they're hard," he remarked suspiciously as he checked me over.
"Cool it, creep!" Dodie scolded. "You got the last dude so nervous he couldn't even get it up!"
"Look who's rapping?" Horace sneered. "You're the one who dragged in that motorcycle queen."
"As you probably know, I'm the foremost authority on the art of the truly erotic stage movie in the nudie-film industry," Mr. King went on. "My motion pictures have all been considered the best sex flicks ever produced and directed, and I have never received anything less than an A rating from any of my discriminating clients. Therefore, I find myself quite capable of making you an overnight success as another superstar in my newest effort entitled A Giant Orgasm."
"A giant what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Ooooo, maestro, I dig it already!" Dodie squealed, jumping up and down so happily that the nipples of her forty-inch bosom peeked over the top of her bodice.
"I can hardly wait till we edit," Horace grinned, rubbing his hands nervously together.
"Thank you, Horace," Mr. King smiled graciously. "You see, my son, I have the best lab and movie equipment money can buy, everything is in color, my productions have received excellent recognition in the sexploitation field along with extensive underground advertising and distribution. You'll get top pay of thirty-five dollars per hour. Now, drop your jeans and let's get a look at your meat!"
Everyone gathered around, watching closely.
"Thirty-five bucks!" I smiled, slowly unbuttoning my fly, each button unveiling a thick mass of blond, curly hair on my belly. And I'll be in color nationwide, I thought, as I snapped the last button, pushing my jeans down quickly, so that my thickly-veined cock and hairy balls bounced out, the heavy, pink head brushing my leg midway down my thigh.
"Way out!" Dodie jumped up and down ecstatically.
"A superstar is born!" Mr. King announced dramatically, raising his eyes to heaven and clasping his hands together. "I preee-dict that you and your 'talent' will climb overnight to the top of your newfound profession."
"Let's get down to the nitty gritty and see if this monstrosity can get off the ground, first," Horace remarked in a jealous tone.
"Maestro, can we do the rape scene today?" Dodie pleaded. "Prentiss's hung so beautifully, and the scene will certainly be believable-please ?"
"Let's see," Mr. King thought out loud, "we'll start with a classic but simple plot of two thrill-seeking school dropouts-a voluptuous blonde and an overly-hung stud-who rent a motel room, begin petting innocently, and eventually end up in a realistic knockout rape scene. Of course, you kids will have to act your roles to the hilt to get an interesting and salable color movie. You know, long enough for your fans to get their jollies but short enough so they won't go home bored, either. What do you think, crew?"
"We'll blow everyone's mind out, maestro!" Dodie promised, digging into her purse and applying lots of heavy makeup.
"Don't forget, I edit the close-ups," Horace exclaimed excitedly, dashing off toward the front door. "I'll put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign, lock the doors, and take the telephone off the hook."
Mr. King went on crooning to himself. "With nudity, perversion, beautifully stacked flesh on the screen, a competent tech man, outstanding publicity, and my direction, by gum and by golly, we'll send out another brilliant stag flick from All Starr Pictures Corporation," he bragged.
"You're the absolute most, you better believe it!" Dodie cried out adoringly, adjusting her fleshy breasts inside her tight dress. "Remember your motto, maestro-'Good orgasms make happier people.'"
Momentarily, Horace came running back, out of breath, "Did you tell him about me? Did you, huh?" he pleaded, yanking on Mr. King's sleeve.
"Will you pu-leeze!" Mr. King pulled his arm away in exasperation. "Prentiss, since you're supposed to be the malest of the male species in this projected film classic, remember once you get a hard-on, you have to sustain it all through the shooting. And since I'm paying you as a superstar-top dollar-I can't afford to waste any of this expensive color film. And that's where Horace comes in."
"Horace?" I sneered, giving him a look of contempt.
"It may sound shitty, honey, but believe it from a successful nudie star, that little bastard is good in a pinch," Dodie whispered apologetically to me as she dabbed drops of perfume between her legs from a tiny bottle.
I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Her brownish pussy was a poor match for the brassy blonde hair on her head.
"You'd better tell me if you have any hang-ups before we start, Prentiss, because if you do, we'll have to get another boy," Mr. King added.
"Hell, no!" I replied, still looking over at Horace suspiciously. "Man, I'm in it for the money, so let's quit bullshitting."
"All right, cast and crew, into position and ready to roll," Mr. King announced, as he began to set up the cameras.
Dodie grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the set. She was still nervously peering into a small, cracked purse-mirror, checking her heavily made-up face.
Horace turned the big klieg lights toward us and switched them on. I put up my hands as the blinding light completely engulfed us.
"I know, it's a bummer, but you'll get used to it, gorgeous." Dodie tried to sound enthusiastic. "Like, you know, don't let it bug you if we sweat on each other's face. Oh, yeah, and don't forget there's no sound. "We dub it in later. So don't worry about what you say, but be sure and pretend you're really turned on all the time-you know, over exaggerate everything."
I nodded my head, still confused.
"Maestro, will you be able to get Prentiss' big prick all in on any of those zoom close-ups?" Dodie went on in a businesslike tone, as she hurriedly pushed a small comb up underneath her minidress and ran it through the soft, light brown pussy hair.
"You let me worry about that, darling," he replied, a little irritated. "I just want one thing out of you two-action!"
"Groovy!" Dodie exclaimed. "Because we're going to be the best ballers you've ever screened. Right, stud?"
"Yeah, I'm flipping out already," I answered, trying to sound convincing.
"I'll be waiting on the sidelines whenever you conk out," Horace said, and winked at me mischievously.
"I still don't know exactly what to do, doll face," I said, exasperated.
"Don't worry, handsome," she assured me, wiping the bright red lipstick off her perfect teeth with her finger. "Like, man, you know, all your fans want to see is fucking-right?"
I nodded in agreement.
"Even superstars like me, Prentiss, get butterflies in the stomach as soon as I hear the whir of the camera," Dodie intoned, licking her lips with her long tongue so that they shone.
"Scene one, take one, A Giant Orgasm," Mr. King shouted dramatically from behind the camera.
Horace pushed me aside as he jumped in front of us with a wooden placard, repeated Mr. King's words, and snapped it shut loudly inches from my face.
I lurched back nervously and grabbed Dodie's hand, squeezing it tightly.
She winced. "Ooooh, I dig that!" she winked. "Relax, stud, and just follow me."
"Roll 'em!" Mr. King bellowed, as the camera began whirring. I stared speechless into the barrage of lights.
I could hardly believe the phony animation that suddenly exuded from Dodie's face as she pantomimed a beaming smile, her eyes huge and innocent baby blue. A look of childlike serenity seemed to fill her whole person. She gazed up into my face adoringly as she pulled me toward the bright hot lights and the whirring camera. We stepped into the rickety bedroom set.
"Nobody can hear us, Prentiss, so just talk loud, like me, and you'll get over the butterflies. It's like diving into cold water-once you're in, it's a trip!" Dodie looked around the bedroom set as if it were all new to her. "It's let's pretend time, muscles, so have yourself a poor! niece of ass while we're getting paid for it too!"
I smiled nervously and squinted into the blazing lights as Dodie pulled me toward the bed.
"Don't tell me we've got another motorcycle queen on our hands!" Horace called out sarcastically.
"Okay. kids, let's show your fans out there in movie-land there's nothing groovier, sexier, and more fun than being-young," Mr. King added. "I need a good, solid reel of hot, sex-filled scenes to sell this flick, so let's see some instant cock, stud. Remember, this is the way you get your jollies, Prentiss raping luscious virgin teeny-boppers in motel rooms with that monstrous machine of yours. So let's get in there and fuck!"
Resisting an urge to answer, ""Yeah coach!" I took a deep breath, pulled Dodie tightly against my trembling legs and covered her open mouth with mine, kissing her greedily. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she thrust her long tongue down my throat, moaning happily. My hands moved up and down her smooth back and over the soft cheeks of her rump still covered with the flimsy dress material. I held her hot tongue in my mouth, sucking long and avidly.
At last, Dodie pulled away. By now, she was panting. On the side facing the camera, she pressed her warm cheek against mine and twirled her wiggling tongue inside my ear. I pulled her dress up over her luscious rear end, clear up to her tiny waist, and roughly massaged the quivering buttocks,, my fingers moving into the warm cleft and spreading the mounds apart eagerly. Dodie sighed and licked feverishly over my chin and neck, while she ran her hot hands up and down my heavy biceps.
Our lips met again, and I crushed her mouth to mine, moving from one side of her face to the other. I pressed her squirming ass till her hot pussy pushed against my stiff tool. Eagerly, I thrust three fingers deep inside her moist anus, plunging in and out violently. Dodie's hot breath came in short gasps as she sucked thirstily on my zealous tongue, still deep in the back of her throat.
Then, without warning, Dodie reached up and grabbed a fistful of my thick hair, forcing my head almost viciously down to her rotating pelvis. I yelped with pain but followed her intentions obediently, still managing to keep my fingers inside her juicy haven. Half-crazed, I drove my face into her protruding box and jabbed with a hard tongue into the open, pink flesh. Dodie moaned with passion, her hands pulling at my hair and pushing my face farther between her hairy cunt lips. I sucked and lapped up the glistening moisture with gusto.
Almost deliriously, I freed myself from her grip and turned her body completely around, so that the shuddering white mounds of her ass faced me. Separating the fleshv hills with mv hands, I vaguely heard the loud whirring noise of the camera motor as T looked closed at the rose-colored canal. Ravenously, I kissed and nipped with my teeth over the smooth, silky flesh, then wiggled my tongue up and down the length of the glistening crease.
Dodie shivered, as she took my hands from her hips and pulled them around to her thickly-matted twat. With lustful desire, I easily jabbed six fingers up through the pulsing tunnel. Dodie pumped rhythmically first into my stiff fingers in front, and then into my probing thick tongue still swirling wildly inside her moist asshole.
Springing to my feet, I frantically tore at the buttons of my fly, as Dodie turned around, staring at the lengthy, straight bulge as if in a trance. Deliberately, I kicked my loafers in the direction of Horace's gawking face which was barely visible behind the bright lights. For a brief second, I caught a glimpse of Mr. King using a hand-held camera, its long zoom lense zeroing in on my bursting crotch, as I ripped open the last button to expose an enormous, pulsing cock, which throbbed heavily in the air. I yanked the jeans off my feet and threw them hard at Horace. They made a loud slapping noise as they wound tightly around his small head. I could hear his surprised yelp of protest as he frantically tried to free himself.
Dodie watched, puzzled, as I jumped up on the bed and turned around so that my hard, palpitating rod faced her menacingly. With my hands on my hips, I thrust my pelvis forward and grinned at her invitingly. "It's all yours, baby, every solid inch."
"Man, I'm going to eat you up alive," she promised, leaning forward and licking at the very tip of my bobbing cockhead, her fingers meanwhile pushing in and out between her own squirming legs.
"Come on, blondie, put your hot lips together and blow!" I ordered, my body shuddering in anticipation of her pressing, velvety mouth.
Taking her time, Dodie swirled her tongue tantalizingly over the shiny head, titillating the sensory center just below the round bulb.
"Oh. God, you're really together, you know that?" I groaned, my eyes tightly shut and my teeth clenched in pleasure.
I sighed deeply as Dodie's warm mouth encompassed the throbbing, glistening head, her teeth gently biting along the edge of the rubbery ridge, and her tongue sending wild sensations down the long, white shaft with tickling twirls. I looked down past Dodie's head to her busily moving fingers, still deeply embedded inside her thickly matted pussy. Moving closer to the bed, she bent her head slightly, her tongue lapping down over the corded veins underneath.
Pulling her hands out from within her moistened twat, Dodie reached up and spread her wet fingers through the thick, curly hair surrounding my pulsing cock. Her mouth easily gasped and flinched as she sucked sensuously and firmly. I grabbed her hands and pushed-them onto my almost bursting hard-on. She squeezed and pushed it up and down roughly, her mouth still eagerly sucking on the tender sac. I pressed my fists together hard, fighting back the maddening urge to shoot my rising head.
"You son of a bitch, I said suck that cock!" I screamed.
Dodie laughed, then nonchalantly faced the shining organ and with one plunge, completely devoured me with her wide-open mouth, sending ecstatic shock waves through my shuddering body. With my rigid, fiery penis tight in her two hands, she jerked me off hurriedly, the top of her wide tongue flat against the bottom of the spongy head.
Not able to hold back the exploding dis charge, I reached down and pressed my hands over Dodie's, helping to jack me off even more vigorously, as my body tensed and I rasped, "I'm coming, Dodie! Quick, put it in your mouth!"
Laughing deep in her throat, Dodie purposely held her mouth a full inch away from the jerking head of my palpitating hard-on, as rapturous swells of wild bliss bulleted from my scrotum, up through the sensitive tunnel, and spouted out the end of the wide opening. Shaking uncontrollably, I stood helpless as Dodie kept her open mouth an inch away, catching each spurt of come expertly and swallowing automatically with each fresh spasm. I sighed with disappointment as my load continued to jet upward and vanish into her waiting lips. I hardly noticed the familiar, whirring camera closing in on Dodie's happy face and then panning over to my cock, still shooting thick globs of creamy jizm between her lips and over her quivering tongue.
"You stupid broad!" I shouted, annoyed at losing my precious love juice down her throat instead of her cunt.
Dodie ignored my protest and leisurely continued to squeeze and twist my still-throbbing machine until the last drop of white liquid oozed out of the red head. Her big blue eyes turned toward the close-up camera, as she slowly slurped up the last glistening sperm dribble with her long, sinuous tongue. Then she let go of me, licking her lips and rubbing her tummy.
Angrily, I jumped up, grabbed her arm, and threw her back toward the bed. "I'm not through with you yet, Miss Prick Teaser!"
Dodie looked at me with an expression of exaggerated fright and screamed. "No, please, not that!" mouthing each word as if she were playing in a silent movie. She put her hands dramatically up to her face and backed away from the bed.
"Quit clowning and get the hell on that bed!" I yelled as I grabbed her wrist and pulled hard again.
"Help me, somebody!" Dodie cried loudly, slapping me with a stinging wallop across the face!
Startled, I put my hand up to my cheek and then, in a fury, leaped at Dodie as she ran past me toward the edge of the set. Grabbing her bleached hair, I yanked her roughly backward toward the bed. Dodie let out a yelp, fighting wildly against my strong grip, but she accidentally slipped over her own high heels and fell backward on the hard floor. I let go and slid down between her legs, ready to screw her right there on the cold cement.
Too late! I didn't move fast enough to avoid her knee coming straight at my crotch. I howled in agony as her leg hit me squarely in the balls with a thud! I slumped over to one side, my hands covering my aching privates.
Dodie jumped up quick as a flash, but as she started to dash away again, I grabbed hold of the back of her tight dress and pulled down with all my strength, ripping the flimsy material down the middle. She screamed in fright as I took hold of her slender neck, forcibly turning her toward the bed, and pushed her forward with all my might! She gasped as she fell against the edge of the squeaky mattress and bounced back up again.
I was ready for her this time as she came up fighting mad, kicking at my shins and aiming wild slaps at my face. I dodged backward, barely missing her jabbing heels. In a split second, I saw her pull her arm back for one final hard swing. I beat her to the punch and smacked her viciously across the mouth with my open palm! She moaned, covered her face, and began crying like a baby.
I snatched the hanging bodice of her ripped dress and pulled it downward, tearing it completely off her nude, trembling body. "Now get up there before I really knock the holy shit out of you!"
Sobbing, Dodie turned and crawled on top of the bed, falling limply on her stomach, her hand still covering her red cheek. Without further ado, I jumped up on the bed, falling on her back. Spreading her legs wide apart with my knees, I jammed my vengeful prick down into her wide-open twat. Pumping violently, I dug my chin into her smooth shoulder as I struggled to shove my hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them tightly. Her moist tunnel felt warm and soft under the relentless thrusts of my bruised hard-on. Dodie groaned in rhythm with each deliberate push of my rotating pelvis into her plump behind.
Suddenly, she turned her face to me, smiling, "Ooooh, what a he-man! Fuck it, muscles, tear my horny pussy apart!"
I laughed and, sitting up, grabbed her around her tiny waist, pulling her pelvis upward so that she had to kneel, her head still on the bed snuggled in her arms. In dog-fashion, I pumped savagely upward into the pulsing slit, pulling her quivering buttocks toward me. Then, falling over her bent back, I reached around to her swinging tits and caught hold of them, yanking and kneading. The contact between her hot, yielding box and my fingers digging into her trembling bosom sent shivers of delight through my body.
"Prentiss, give it to me in the ass, please-it's tighter!" Dodie pleaded.
Eager to please, I sat up again, breathing heavily. Separating the round white cheeks of her ass with my fingers, I took hold of my huge cock, pressed it against the little, round, rosy opening, and, with one mighty shove, rammed it in all the way clear to the base. Dodie shrieked in pain and surprise as her body lurched forward. She tried to crawl away from the deeply embedded monstrosity, but I kept close behind her, anxious not to lose that luscious, close contact while I could still get some good out of it.
Dodie was still crying as she fell over the side of the bed onto the rough floor. I came down on top of her like a ton of bricks, my massive dong slamming still farther into her stretched asshole! She moaned in pain as I screwed back and forth crazily, my hands clutching her stiffened arms. I pulled my hard prick out all the way to the palpitating head, then jammed it unmercifully in, over and over again.
Placing my hands against the cold floor, I bent my arms slightly, then pushed myself upward with a loud grunt. Swinging into a sitting position on the bed again, my stiff, throbbing shaft still firmly inside Dodie's ass, I took a strong grip around her waist and hoisted her up onto the bed with a mighty tug.
Dodie cried out in astonishment as she swung through the air and up on top of me with a heavy thump. Her pelvis pushed down hard on my rigid, slick pole, her grinding cheeks squeezing and pressing relentlessly. The fantastic sensations forming in my balls were surging toward a second heavenly explosion.
Lusting for that delicious front hole of Dodie's once more, I pushed her harshly off my cock. She whined in dismay and disappointment, rolling over on the king-size bed. Panting for breath, I lifted myself up and fell over on top of Dodie's spread-eagled form.
We both groaned in contentment as my almost bursting prick sank deeply between the soft lips of her waiting cunt. Dodie threw her arms around my back. At the same time, in a real delirium, she sank her teeth into my neck and dug her long nails into my shoulders.
"Good God almighty!" I wailed, tears coming to my eyes, my teeth clenched. I pulled away, but Dodie hung on like a leech, her body rolling with mine, still pumping wildly into my crotch. I finally got a firm grip on her thick hair and yanked backward viciously until she stopped the Dracula act and let go her agonizing hold on my neck. The combination of pain, surprise, and my hot cock pushing in and out of her pulsating pussy sent uncontrollable shudders through my body.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm coming-ready or not!" Dodie thrilled, wrapping her legs with a viselike grip around my hips.
"Baby-together!" I rasped, kissing her wildly and jamming my stiff tongue down her throat. As her hands moved across my sweaty back, her teeth clamped down on my tongue. I howled like a suffering dog, but to no avail. Just as our mounting passions soared to their final climax, her nails once again ripped over my shoulders. I could feel the blood run down my back just as her wild orgasm mingled with my jetting cream.
Dodie let go her hold on my tongue, and I pulled away, sputtering and spitting. She panted loudly into my ear, and, loosening her grip from around my hips, fell limply back onto the bed. Dodie's perspiring body lay quivering under my strong weight, her full breasts heaving up and down with excitement. My pulsing organ still remained embedded in her oozing flesh, the all-encompassing sexy feeling still potent enough to make my balls send up more spasmodic explosions of sperm.
We both lay exhausted, breathing loudly. Not wanting to move, we still hung on to the remnants of the mutual pleasure, now diminishing little by little.
"Cut and wrap 'er un'" Mr. King's voice interrupted our bliss. I felt a sharp slap on my firm butt. "That was brilliant, young fella!" he congratulated me gleefully. "It's wonderful to find out you have such a large ... er ... wide ... range."
"Yeah, I know," I muttered, looking un blearily, my tongue and shoulders still aching.
"You were nothing short of sin-sational, superboy," he went on enthusiastically. "In my opinion-and I'm a respected authority in the filming of erotic diversions-this will be the super-spectacle of today's hip pornie world!"
Exhausted, I rolled off Dodie's damp body, my long, wet penis sliding out of her slushy cunt. She whimpered unhappily, resenting the void. "I'm dead," I whispered. "Pooped!"
"Prentiss was absolutely spectacular, maestro-really far out!" Dodie exclaimed, stretching her shapely body dreamily. "He certainly knows where his head is at!"
"I'll get even with you, you punk!" Horace threatened, switching off the hot, glaring lights and wheeling the cameras away.
"What's eating him?" I asked.
"Okay, kiddies, five minutes!" Mr. King announced as he checked his watch and strolled off with Horace toward the darkroom.
"Five minutes?" I repeated, dumbfounded.
"Yes sir, I dig you." Dodie yelled after Mr. King, jumping off the bed fresh and invigorated. "I can't believe it, Prentiss. The maestro hasn't been this thrilled over anyone in a long, long time. And that was just our first can."
"You're kidding!" I winced, looking down at the mess spread all over my crotch and on the bed.
Dodie picked up her tattered dress and held it up for my inspection. She began giggling. "I gotta frame this! Well, back to wardrobe." Then she tiptoed off to the restroom.
All alone in the dank studio, I grabbed a pillow and wearily began wiping between my hairy legs. The silence was broken by the ringing of a telephone in another room.
Barely a couple of minutes later, the door from the darkroom swung open and Horace came racing in. First, he ran to the restroom and pounded on the door excitedly, while still clutching a stack of film cans under his arm.
"You better split, Dodie. We just got a friendly call that the fuzz are on their way!" Ignoring me completely, Horace ran for the entrance doorway and disappeared.
The restroom door flew open, and Dodie came storming out wearing a worn frilly kimono and carrying the tattered dress and a purse under her arm. "I know this is a drag, gorgeous, but we have to cool it for a couple of hours. But like, wow, man, you're the best balling partner this chick's ever made it with. And honey, I can't remember that far back!" she snickered, waving goodbye as she raced out the entrance.
I leaped off the bed and ran over to the spot where I remembered throwing my jeans and loafers at Horace's face.
The darkroom door swung wide and Mr. King came hurrying in carrying an old, beat-up suitcase and waving a piece of paper in his hand. "Sorry I have to dash, kid. but I can't afford to hassle with the vice. Here's your check. For a young man who had had little or no experience in the pornie field, you're sure to get an A rating from my competitors. So we'll do some more of the same bag of fun-time thrills in our next session, okay?"
I grabbed the check eagerly. "Ninety percent of my work comes after shooting, my boy, so I've got a lot of editing to do," he exclaimed, puffing loudly as he raced toward the entrance.
"But Mr. King," I called out, "when do you want me back?"
"Telephone my secretary-uh, Dodie-sometime tomorrow," he replied looking back. "I've got some great ideas for my next sin-filled flick on teenagers-an orgy guide, swapping, or group sex. Oh! Don't forget to turn out the lights," he called back as he slammed the door behind him.
Bewildered by the sudden exodus of the entire crew, I looked down at the check. It was made out to me for thirty-five dollars. I smiled happily to myself as I took a last look around at the messy bed and remembered the filmed sex orgy that had gone on only minutes before.
I began to pull on my wrinkled dungarees. Jesus Christ! They were streaked and soggy with globs of white jizz down the front. Even my loafers were sticky with the thick liquid. Some bastard had jacked off in my jeans!
Horace-that dirty son of a bitch!