Chapter 3
"OK, we'll try it again," a voice on a loudspeaker shouted. "Quiet, this is going to be a take." Barbara hurriedly scribbled the numbers of this shot in her book and looked up to make sure that nothing had been disturbed during the time between shots. It was late afternoon and the .sun was quickly fading, there would only be time for two or possibly three more shots.
Slowly the people surrounding the camera area quieted down and the actors crouched down behind the rocks again. Then a few lights splayed out to erase the approaching shadows and tilt boards were cranked up to catch the last rays of light and splash them on the individuals in the scene. Barbara felt a prickling sensation at the base of her spine and turned to find Tex Richards staring at her, a wide, knowing grin creased his weathered face.
Look away, don't let him know what you 're thinking, the small voice inside of her demanded, but Barbara couldn't obey. It had been like this the whole day, every time she crossed glances with Tex the beautiful girl's whole body would grow tense and warm and she would catch herself daydreaming about the insistent power of the big man's cock and about the way that he'd used it to completely rule her last night! The shaken script girl stole a sideways peek at Dawn Renay and wondered if the woman knew that it was she who had screamed in passion in the woods.
"Everything all right, Barbara?" For a few seconds the girl didn't realize that she was being spoken to, but then a tanned hand tapped her elbow and the question was repeated.
"Oh ... yes, everything's fine," Barbara finally stammered when she understood what was being asked of her. Jim Walters gave the lovely girl a puzzled glance and then returned to his job of directing. Jim Walters! It was exciting, a director who had won two Oscars in the past and now she was working with him!
Up on the hill, the sound of gunshots called Barbara back to reality and she focused on the action.
Rick Tolliver was on his feet, looking handsome in his cavalry officer's uniform, his hat lay on the rock before him. The big actor's face was contorted as he fired toward the camera. If she hadn't read the script and knew that he was shooting at attacking Indians, Barbara would have thought that he was shooting at them!
As the minutes passed and they waited for another camera set up, Barbara noticed the whole company seemed nervous and jumpy. Looking to her left Barbara watched the producer, Sam Spealman, as he dictated something to Delia who sat beside him.
At first glance Sam Spealman didn't seem to be such an imposing person. Under five ten, balding, wearing rumpled khaki clothing, he looked like any other technician on the film. It was the face, the wide expressive eyes, the sharp, hawk-like nose, the man's face spoke of power and fame to Barbara.
"Fine, that's what we wanted," Jim Walters shouted through the bullhorn, "that's a wrap for today." It took a few moments before Barbara realized that "wrap" meant the end of things and they were finished shooting for the day. The girl snapped a few pictures of the scene, then began to pack her things up.
"Let's have supper together, honey. I want to go over the script and double check the shooting schedule for tomorrow morning," the handsome director said casually. Barbara felt the sharp flutter of excitement inside of herself as she shyly nodded and fell in step beside him.
The dinner, served from a completely equipped mess tent, was good and after a day spent out in the fresh air, Barbara was hungry. As he ate in silence, Jim Walters went over Barbara's notes, after making a few minor corrections he nodded and handed her script back to her. The young blonde felt as if she'd just been given a good report card.
When they stepped out of the tent Barbara was surprised to see that the sun was all the way down. "This is your first film, isn't it, honey?" the man beside her said suddenly.
"Yes, and I hate to admit it, but I find it just as exciting and glamorous as I thought I would," Barbara said happily. "That doesn't make me sound very professional, does it?" The director stopped walking and looked at her for a moment. Barbara was struck by the pained look on his face.
"Don't be too happy, kid. This is a shit company! We're not out here making a movie, we're churning out trash!" Barbara was shocked by the bitterness in the man's voice but he didn't let her interrupt. "This movie shouldn't be called the Valiant Brigade, it should be called the Sellout Brigade!! "
Barbara was shocked by the bitterness she heard in Jim's voice but she knew better than to press him with questions. When the director abruptly turned away from her and walked toward his trailer she made no effort to call or go after him.
The sound of raucous laughter off to her left reminded Barbara that she was all alone in the darkness. There was the crunch of feet in gravel and a dark shadow loomed up beside her.
"I was looking for you, kid. There's going to be a party down in trailer four and you're invited." Barbara saw Tex's hand moving toward her in the gloom and quickly side-stepped him.
"No ... please, I think that last night was a ... mistake. Please, Tex. I don't want to go." All the big man did was laugh and make another grab for her. Barbara jumped back and shook her head at the man but even as she did, she was thinking about the wonderful feel of his hard cock, she was weakening!
"No! Not tonight, Tex," Barbara hissed with the last of her courage, then she spun on her heel and darted away from the surprised cameraman. Before he could respond she was out of sight and moving quietly in the darkness.
Once she was certain that Tex wasn't following her, the lovely girl circled around and ran toward her trailer. As she trotted down the crude street she could hear laughter and the clinking of glasses coming from every trailer.
As she stepped up to her trailer Barbara noticed a darker shadow sitting on the steps, before she could pull back the shadow stood up and moved toward her.
"Why, Mr. Spealman," Barbara stammered when she realized who it was. "Are you waiting for Delia? I ... don't know where she is."
The producer made a sharp, impatient chopping motion with his hand. "I was looking for her, but it isn't important." Sam paused and looked closer at Barbara. The man's tone softened and became more personal as he moved up until his thigh touched the young blonde's. "What is your name, honey?"
"Barbara ... Barbara Miller, Mr. Spealman. I'm the script girl." Even in the darkness the lovely girl could feel the beam of the man's famous smile. She was so surprised and shaken by their unexpected meeting that she didn't try to move away when the man's hand closed around her elbow.
"I know what you do, honey," the producer said softly in Barbara's ear. "Come on down to my trailer and we'll talk about making movies."
Before she could resist Barbara found herself being propelled down the path. The lovely girl wasn't sure what she should do. It could be that the man was just lonely and wanted to talk, but Barbara doubted it, deep in her belly she could sense what he wanted.
"Here," the producer said as he handed Barbara a tall, ice clogged glass. Barbara didn't want a drink, but for some reason she was afraid to refuse it. She sat very still on the wide couch and stared at the famous man who confidently sat down beside her.
"The reason that I was waiting for Delia was to ask her what your name is," Sam Spealman said after a few sips of his drink. Barbara didn't know whether she should be surprised or shocked by his blunt comment.
"Tex is an old pal of mine," Sam said in a low voice, his blazing eyes stared at Barbara over the rim of his glass. "He passes the word when he finds a choice piece of ass."
Barbara felt the hot flush of her blush climbing up to her hairline, she felt jerky and out of control as she carefully sat her glass down on the table before she got to her feet.
"I don't know what you think of me, Mr. Spealman," the lovely girl said in a strained whisper. "But no matter what Tex Richards told you, I'm not a whore!! "
The producer laughed quietly and caught Barbara's wrist in a firm grip. The lovely young blonde tried to fight him but he was much stronger than she and she was pulled back down onto the couch.
"Honey, why do you think we give jobs like this to chicks like you? Do you really think that we're so hard up for help that we hire untrained help? You're here because this is going to be a long, nothing job and we need some hot little cunts like you around to help pass the long nights."
It was true, all along Barbara had known that it was true, but now, hearing the words, it hurt! The pretty blonde tried to pull away from the grinning man but it was no use.
"Settle down, baby," Sam Spealman grated in a hard voice. "You are miles away from home, what are you going to do, walk home? It's over eighty miles to the first town and what makes you think that the 'good old boys' there will treat you any better, or even as well as I will!"
As he spoke the man pulled Barbara close, close enough to press his lips against hers. The lovely girl shivered when his whiskey tasting tongue forced its way past her lips and entered her mouth. The tip of the tongue found hers and against her will, Barbara felt the special muscles deep in her tight little love sheath pull taut in excited anticipation.
Warm, knowing hands began to pluck at her clothing and before Barbara could even think of a defense her blouse was open and fingers were lightly tracing the outline of her firm, swelling breasts.
"Relax, doll," Sam breathed in her ear. He'd found the hardening points of her burning globes and was pinching and pulling at each nipple until they felt as hard and as sharp as spear points. "I'm not going to hurt you, I want to make you feel good." Barbara wanted to refuse but when the lovely girl opened her mouth the only sound that came out was a long, drawn out groan of pleasure.
She couldn't stop herself. Barbara ignored the little voice that protested in the back of her mind as her supple, half-naked body twisted and jerked under Sam Spealman's expert touch. The zipper of her denim skirt rasped in the silence of the trailer and all that the excited blonde did was whimper softly while she arched her glowing body so that the man could strip the loosened garment down over her trembling thighs.
"That's better," Sam whispered as he tossed Barbara's skirt on the floor. "You and I can have a ball on this trip, just take it easy." Sam pressed a warm palm against the puffy outline of Barbara's cunt and the lovely blonde's body shook when she felt the hot juices of her lust begin to squirt and dribble out of her hungry sex.
The only sound in the trailer was the labored sound of heavy breathing. They kissed again and this time Barbara greedily sucked and pulled at the fat, wet tongue that invaded her mouth and whose tip set off sparks each time that it touched hers.
Sam's hand moved over her milk-white body with complete assurance. The producer pulled the dripping crotch of her panties to one side, then boldly rammed a stiff forefinger into the oily throat of her pussy. Barbara made no attempt to muffle the deep groan of joy that gushed out of her as the finger dug deep into the slick, clinging warmth of her sex. All she could do was moan again and press her firm young body against the man.
With one hand the producer worked the finger in and out of Barbara's wet cunt, the other hand found her breasts and squeezed and cupped them until she thought that she would scream.
"Open my pants, kid," Sam urged hotly. "Grab a handful of what I've got for you." A tiny whine of shame squeaked out of her tightly pressed lips but Barbara's hands obeyed, shaking fingers undid the waistband and then carefully snaked the zipper down. Sam wore no underwear and the second that his cock was freed of his confining slacks it snapped forward and bumped against the girl's hand.
The lights were bright in the trailer, when she looked down, it seemed to Barbara that the naked cock before her was spotlighted. The girl shivered and wiggled as the finger inside of her ready sex twisted and probed. Her hand had a life of its own, the fingers stretched out and wrapped themselves around the gnarled trunk of Sam Spealman's cock.
like his head, the pulsating dong had little hair covering it. Under her touch the excited girl could feel the rammer jerk and swell even harder, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart in the rush of his blood as it sped through the veins that wrapped around and around the white, velvet covered shaft. The crown of the cock was swollen and a deep red in color. As she stared at it, Barbara saw a large, clear drop of pre-cum ooze out of the slit and even though she'd never done such a thing before she dipped a finger in it and smeared the fluid over the head of the cock until it shone like a jewel.
"Do you like that, honey?" Sam whispered. "Tex tells me that you're tight. Does that make your tight little twat itch when you play with my cock?"
No one had ever spoken to her like that in her life! Barbara felt sick with shame when she realized that he was right, her vagina ached to feel the hard gristle that she was fondling deep in its frantic grip.
Suddenly the startled girl almost fell to the floor when Sam got to his feet. Sam grinned down at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. Barbara couldn't restrain herself, the eager girl scooted to the edge of the couch and began to eagerly jerk the loosened slacks down.
Sam laughed and playfully pulled Barbara to her knees before him. The girl didn't realize what was coming until she looked up at the man and found herself at eye level with his thick, dripping cock!
"Now you're playing the game the way it should be played," the famous and important man said with a smirk. "Let's see how good you are at giving head." Barbara was so stunned that all she could do was stare at Sam in stunned disbelief as the man took ahold of his bloated probe and rubbed the leaking tip back and forth across her velvety lips.
At last Barbara managed to gather her wits, she pulled away from the man and crawled back on the couch, her hand hurriedly scrubbed at her lips in a vain effort to wipe away the oily traces of his lube.
"No! I ... I've never done that, I won't do that, ever!" Barbara heard the quaver in her voice and cursed herself for her weakness. All that the man did was smile and run his hand up and down the length of his hairless cock. Barbara tried to look him in the eyes but her bravery faltered and they slipped down over his naked body until they focused on the stiff rammer he held.
The shaken girl could see the outlines of Sam's heavy balls, her belly shook as she watched them roll back and forth in their protective sac, she could remember watching her slut of a mother mouthing some man's balls, she could remember the pleased grunting sounds she'd made as her lips and her tongue pulled on the fat orbs.
That sense of wildness was alive inside of her again and Barbara had to fight herself to control it The beautiful girl was so engrossed with the tumult inside of her that she didn't resist when Sam sat back down beside her and slipped a naked arm around her shoulders.
"Don't tell me that a pretty chick like you never gave a cock a nice loving suck," the evil man whispered in her ear. Barbara was going to deny it but the hand on her shoulder dipped down and captured a pointed breast and then squeezed. A gusty sigh burst out of her and all Barbara could do was shake her head slowly.
"But, honey, you should learn," Sam crooned. "You want me to like you, don't you? You want to get jobs in this business and work your way up, don't you?" The hand still clutched at Barbara's burning breast as the arm began to press against her shoulders. The shuddering girl found herself being drawn down toward Sam's naked, up-thrust cock as he whispered and teased at her.
"Lay on your belly, doll," Sam urged and Barbara was shocked to realize that she was obeying without a struggle. In moments, the girl lay with her head resting on the man's thighs, his twitching cock was only inches away from her mouth.
"You don't need these, let's get rid of them," the producer said. Barbara felt the touch of his hand on the waistband of her panties and obediently lifted herself so that he could pull them down. When the hand crept back up her smooth thighs, the blonde shuddered and moaned as the fingers forced their way in between the butter soft cheeks of her ass!
Instinct ruled her. Barbara despised herself as she did it, but just the same she opened her thighs and lifted her bottom an inch or two so that the searching fingers could dip into the warm froth that was bubbling out of her hungry sex.
"Ohhhhhhhhgggghh," Barbara moaned at last. Sam's knowing finger had found the swollen nub of her love button and it had only taken a few strokes to melt the last traces of resistance that remained in her. The naked girl slowly raised and lowered her bottom, at the same time she began a slow rotation of her hips, helping the finger pull and dig deeper inside of her.
Once he had her aroused again, Sam began, "Come on, baby, lesson time." The producer's free hand pressed against the back of her head and Barbara was too weak to resist. The lovely girl whimpered weakly and tried to shake her head when the hand pressed her so far forward that her lips met and melted against the silky flesh that covered the iron-like gristle of Sam Spealman's cock.
"Oh yes," the middle-aged man whispered, his finger flicked back and forth over the wriggling girl's clitoris. "Yes, I'm going to teach you how to do it. You'll be my personal cock-sucker before I'm done with you, you'll gobble cock like it was the best steak in the world." Fingers tightened in her hair and Barbara felt her head being raised, forcing her lips to scrub along the hot contours of the jerking, pulsating cock.
She could smell him! That sense of wildness hammered and tore at her as it tried to get free. Barbara's nostrils were filled with the musky smell of the man's cock and she was shocked and ashamed to realize that she rather liked it!
"Kiss me, honey," the man urged. The finger inside of her twirled and fluttered, the sensation was driving her insane! Barbara felt her lips pucker and tried to pull her head back but it was too late, she felt the flesh of Sam's rigid probe against her mouth and couldn't stop herself as she warmly, lovingly began to kiss and nuzzle his cock! That's perfect," the balding man sighed. "Kiss it all over for me, kid. "You're doing just fine!"
Barbara felt meek and helpless as she obeyed the whispered instructions. Her lips moved from the lightly-haired base of the thick stalk up over the bulging veins to the flanged head. As her full, pouting lips moved over the pulpy flesh of the glans the odor of his musk was even stronger and the lovely girl squealed deep in her throat as the talented finger in her pussy brought her to a climax.
"Aggggghhhhhh!! Ohhhhh, my Godddddd," the naked girl moaned. Her bottom wiggled frantically and her mouth opened as she whimpered her pleasure. The tip of the cock brushed against the moist inner lining of her mouth and something snapped inside of her.
Sam didn't stop, his finger moved and twisted, his hot whisper invaded her head until there was no room for any thought. Barbara felt powerless, her muscles had turned to butter and all she could do was obey the man's voice and the awful urgings inside of her.