Chapter 12
Barbara lay flat on her back on the rumpled bed, Becky was bending over her, carefully washing away the last traces of the dried and crusted cum that had been smeared over her shapely body.
Her animal passions had finally faded and for the first time in hours the young script girl was able to think clearly. Barbara refused to allow herself to think about the things she'd said and done during the savage orgy, she forced herself to concentrate on finding a way out the terrible mess that she found herself in.
"I'm afraid, Miss Barbara," Becky whispered in her ear when she worked the damp cloth over the blonde's face. "At first it was fun but these men ... scare me and they ... hurt me too." The little girl shyly pressed her palm between her slim thighs to indicate where she had been hurt.
Without thinking Barbara wrapped her arms around Becky and pulled the pretty little girl down beside her on the bed. Becky sighed and seemed to relax a little when Barbara pulled her close against her bruised and sensitive breasts.
"I think they hurt my mama too," the little girl whispered fearfully. "I heard her crying but I didn't dare go see what the matter was." Barbara felt a flash of mixed shame and excitement run up her spine when she heard the little girl. She'd been there, she'd seen Rick Tolliver brutally and roughly sodomize Mona and then spank her until the poor woman ran out of the trailer. The sound of the man's big palm slapping against Mona's exposed ass still ran in her ears and Barbara was troubled when she remembered how she'd screamed and held the writhing brunette down on the cushions while the sadistic movie star brutalized her. There was no doubt, she had to get away from these people before they turned her into another Mona Marsh!
"Help me Miss Barbara, I'll do anything you ask if you'll help me and my mama get away from Mr. Tolliver and his friends." To prove that she meant what she said, Becky lowered her tear stained face and then abjectly began to kiss and suck at Barbara's nipples. The blonde felt a guilty blush of desire wet the lips of her freshly washed pussy and for a few moments she weakened and allowed the child to arouse her. "I like you," Becky whispered. "I'll suck you, I'll do all the nice things for you that Miss Delia taught me to do."
Barbara was ashamed of herself but she couldn't bring herself to stop the little girl until she had wiggled down between her soft thighs and began to lick and suck at the folds that hid her sore and worn pussy from prying eyes.
But, when she moved to pull Becky back up beside her it was already too late!! Barbara heard someone thrash up off of the chair beside the bed and looked up into the angry, contorted face of Sam Spealman.
The balding producer looked tired and worn as he reached for Becky and tried to pull her away from Barbara. "Leave her alone! She's mine, bought and paid for and no one can use her unless I say so!"
There was the look of madness in the man's face and Barbara didn't dare oppose him. But, before he could pull the resisting little girl off of the bed, Solly Barrone's sleepy voice .stopped Sam in his tracks.
"Shit!! ! Can't you leave the broads alone for a minute, Sam?" The gang leader looked grumpy and rumpled as he sat up and brushed his dark hair back from his face, Delia lay beside the man and the moment she heard his voice she sat up, her eyes wide with worry and growing fear.
Solly got to his feet and found a towel that he wrapped around his naked middle. "I was trying to get some sleep you dumb little ass-hole but since you're so full of beans let's talk a little business."
Sam seemed to shrivel, he looked around and licked at his dry lips before he could speak. "Of course, Solly ... sure, why not?" The confident smile flickered on his face but it died and the muscles of his cheeks fell, leaving him looking older than before. "I ... I wanted to go over the books with you and then...."
Sam's rush of words were stilled when Solly shook his head and moved closer. "No, I don't want to look at the books. I know what the books say," the dark-haired man murmured, he gave Sam a bleak smile and took ahold of one of his hands. "The books say that I gave you two million hard ones, they say that you pissed more than half of that away on a script and production that isn't worth shit and on a cast that isn't worth shit and that you went twenty percent over budget on the interior stuff that you shot in town."
By that time Sam was trembling, Barbara saw Delia get to her feet and hurriedly slip into a robe as Solly Barrone went on. "What I want to see now is a rough cut of the stuff you already have in the can. I have a bad feeling, Sam. I have a feeling that you've shit on me, that you've wasted my cash on these imagine trailers, on the broads and on the booze. And now I have the feeling that you're going to try and palm off a tired old turkey on me and try to call us even!"
Sam's face was white, his hands were shaking terribly. Barbara remembered all the things that Jim had told her and was afraid, that was exactly what Sam had done to Solly and now she was going to be in the cross-fire when the gangster found out!
"No ... noooo, that's not it at all," Sam Spealman stuttered. Despite her fear and nervousness Barbara was happy to see the little man squirm. After the way that Sam had used her and Becky and even Delia, the bastard deserved everything that he was getting!! "
"I told Jim Walters to patch up a rough cut already, he'll have it and we can show it and then you'll see that we've got us a winner here," the naked little man babbled. He looked so foolish that Barbara wondered how she could have ever admired him.
At last Solly let go of Sam's hand and nodded. "Call him but if it's as bad as I hear it is I'm going to have your ass, Sam! I'm going to have it mounted and hung on my wall!! "
Solly turned away and began to dress as Sam dialed Jim's number. "Walters? This is Sam, bring that cut over here and god help you if it doesn't look good!" The moment that he put the phone down Delia was all over the shaking man.
"What are you doing? If he gets a good look at the mess that we've shot Solly will kill you and I'll end up in one of his whore houses down in Rio somewhere!! ! "
"Shut up," Sam hissed as he pulled Delia closer. "I told that bastard Walters that he'd better come up with something that looks great or he'll be fired. He can't take that, I knew that he was in a bind when I hired him, he has to do right by me!! "
Barbara felt sick, the thought of Jim trying to save Sam Spealman made her think less of the tall director and she was just beginning to feel that she might be able to like him.
Solly wore a pair of slacks and a shirt when he sat down on the chair beside the bed. Barbara stared at him and felt a frightening flush of excitement in her veins when he looked at her.
"How about you, cunt? You like it, working for a has-been like Spealman? If you want you could hang around with me, go on trips and ... have a good time." Barbara's throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound. Deep inside of her the lovely girl knew that living with this man would ruin her forever yet the dark, twisting lust between her thighs dared her to do it, dared her to go with him and burn bright for as long as she was able.
Solly waited for a moment then shrugged. "Think it over, kid, I'll check on you later." Barbara didn't have a chance to answer before the front door of the trailer banged open and Jim strode in. Barbara was amazed by the look of confidence and satisfaction on the tall director's rugged face.
Not a word was said until Jim had the film out of the can and threaded into the projector. "Turn off the lights, Delia," Jim said quietly, as if there was nothing wrong in the world.
It was incredible, the small screen at the end of the room leapt to life as the film jumped on. There was no sound, no music, nothing to distract from the sharply focused images on the screen. The story line leapt and jerked along in the roughly edited version but there was more than enough to tell how terribly, truly awful the movie was!! Jim had made no effort to delete the mistakes and the bad angles and when there was a shot of Rick Tolliver running across a courtyard and trying to leap aboard a horse, the laughter squirted out of Barbara and Becky!
Tolliver leapt high in the air, the coat tails of his long uniform coat flowing behind him. Rick leapt high but not high enough and when he struck the side of the startled horse the animal bucked and tossed the big man backward until he lit with an explosion of dust.
It went on and on, twice Barbara was sure that she could hear Jake Shultz's loud laugh booming in the closed room as one horrible, awkward shot followed another.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Rick Tolliver jumped to his feet and ran towards Jim. The actor's face showed white and contorted in the bright light of the projector. Barbara called out but she needn't have bothered. As if he had been waiting for the big man's angry charge, Jim's hand swept up from the projector table and hit Rick square between the eyes with the empty film can!! The man grunted, his bare knees wobbled and then he fell backward, knocking a table over as he fell.
"That's enough, shut that fuckin' thing off," Solly Barrone finally growled after watching an Indian wearing a wristwatch crawl by the camera with a knife in his teeth.
No one spoke, Delia reluctantly snapped the lights on and stood motionless by the door. Sam Spealman was on his feet, all the blood had drained from his face as he sputtered at Jim Walters.
"You mother-fucker!! I'll fix you for this! You'll never work in this town again. I'll cut your balls off, big man!! "
Sam would have gone on but, on a nod from Solly, Vinney stepped up to the naked little producer and hit him, very hard, in the belly! Sam started to fold, he coughed and fought to catch his breath but the cold, terrible sound of Solly's voice straightened him up.
"You'd better run you little turd face! You'd better take off and hope to hell that Vinney can't find you in the dark because I'm going to count to ten and then send him after you!! "
Sam moaned and turned on his heel, the little producer grabbed for but missed a towel that hung on the door. He moaned again and darted, bare-assed, into the darkness outside.
But, before Solly could start to count Jim tapped the angry mobster on the shoulder and stopped him.
"Hey, Solly, how would you like to make twelve million on this film?" Solly Barrone stopped in mid-stride and turned to face Jim. "That's right. Twelve million dollars, are you interested?"
"Are you kidding me? Sure I'm interested," Solly said softly as he sat back on his chair. "How are you going to make that kind of money with a pile of manure like this?"
Jim shook his head and moved closer. "Oh no, before I tell you how we do that, we have to make a deal."
The gangster didn't look surprised, he thought for a moment then nodded and motioned for Jim to continue. "From now on this is my production, right?" Solly nodded again. "You add another forty thousand to my paycheck and give me three points on the gross?"
"Two points and the cash," Solly finally grunted.
It was Jim's turn to think but almost instantly he nodded and spoke again. "It's a deal! Your word is good, Solly. You're a crook but your word is good, we'll sign a contract later." The gangster began to fidget but Jim called him down.
"Whether you know it or not, Solly, you are the owner of one of the best comedies to come out of Hollywood in years! It's perfect parody of a Tolliver film! The best part is that you'll not only make money but it will ruin Rick Tolliver and Sam Spealman!! They aren't the type that can stand a raw comedy like this, it will wreck them as 'serious artists,' wreck them good!! "
For a moment there wasn't sound in the trailer then Solly threw back his head and laughed wildly! "Right! That's just what I wanted, I win both ways!! "
Solly got to his feet and instantly Vinney and Jake were by his side, both bodyguards were completely dressed and carrying his things. "I suppose the best thing I can do now is get out of here and let you finish this mess?" Jim nodded. Solly turned to Barbara and winked. "You want to come along for the ride, honey?"
Her decision had been made for a long time, Barbara smiled and shook her head. The lovely blonde moved in behind Jim and openly cupped his full fly and squeezed it lovingly, she used a gesture that she was sure that Solly would understand.
Solly grinned and shrugged. "Look, for twelve million I'll take what's left over!" Turning on his heel Solly faced Delia. The brunette was obviously frightened but still trying to smile. "We'll pick up some clothes in town for you, you and I are going on a little trip." Then Solly grinned and lifted Delia's face up to meet his. "And after the little trip ... Well, have you ever been to Rio?"
They were alone! Barbara felt a warm, glowing tingle all over her naked body as she kissed Jim on the cheek. "Any orders, boss?"
"Yeah," Jim muttered as he patted Becky on the head and then ran a hand down the delighted child's naked backside. "Call some grips have them cart the hero out of here and then move Sam's crap. Then have your things and Becky's things moved in here. Mona can stay in your trailer because she's got a job as assistant." The big man grinned as he pulled the blonde and the naked girl to him. Becky shyly put her hands on the big man's swelling cock, right alongside of Barbara's.
Jim laughed and pulled them both up against his growing hard-on. "Besides, there's only room in the bed for the three of us!! "