Chapter 15
The very next day, Charlie got in touch with Harry to find out who the producer was who bought the dog film and was now launching a search to find the girl and her dog Dandy.
"That's Steven Burke," he told him, "And you get him at Circle-5-6747-he'll really be glad to know he's got the girl at last."
"Thanks," Charlie said, and hung up. He dialed and a man answered the phone, "Burke Productions, Steven Burke speaking." ; "Mr. Burke, I have located the girl who starred in that rather interesting dog movie you bought from Harry-"
"Say no more, bring that little charmer in. I've mapped out a great career for her. She is a star-in her own right, naturally. But you can tell her for me, I'm offering one grand for her to play 'Ruby of Sunnslope Farm', and from there, who knows where she'll go?"
"Right, who knows?" Charlie laughed.
"Are you taking this seriously," the man boomed, "I've just made a tremendous offer, an offer any young lady who is interested in this type-of course-this type of film career would jump at."
"We'll be over-what's the address."
"We're on Forty-Eighth," he said, "and the number is 656."
"We'll be over in an hour."
"Good, I'll take you both to lunch."
"Well, the producer is nuts about starring you in a new movie-they're calling it 'Ruby of Sunnslope Farm'. Just think there was Mary Pickford in 'Rebbeca of Sunnybrook Farm,' first-then Shirley Temple did it, and now you're doing a new twist on the old tail."
"I'm sure it'll be a classic," Donna commented bitingly. "When they make a sex movie set on a farm-I have visions of screwing all the livestock."
"I don't blame you, honey. He may have some pretty crazy stuff -lined up for you. But, you've just got to do your best, no matter what!"
"I always do. Are we supposed to take Dandy?"
"He didn't mention him-so I guess not."
They hurriedly dressed and took a taxi to the address of Burke Productions. They went up in a shaky elevator, and there was a lot of remodeling going on. But, the building looked so rundown it seemed ridiculous to remodel.
"Well, well-here's Ruby-I see you as Ruby," he smiled.
"Thank you, Mr. Burke," Donna said coolly, as she sat down in a chair.
"She's quite a gal, isn't she?" Charlie smiled at Mr. Burke.
"Indeed she is, yes, yes. We are so pleased with the response to 'Dandy' that we think we can star you again, and pay you twice the price-a grand-how does that grab you, honey?"
"A grand is twice as good as five hundred," she smiled.
"Now, isn't that the truth?" he chuckled.
"Do you have a screenplay for this?" Donna asked.
"Well, no we don't. It's just, one of our impromptu movies that go over so well in this market."
"What kind of market would you call it?" Charlie questioned.
"Multi-faceted, multi-faceted," Mr. Burke nodded, "We have our dog-lovers of course, and they like our dog-fuck films. Then, we have our sadists, and we produce a few whip films for them. Nothing deadly, mind you. Much worse movies packed with violence, and drenched in blood are offered to the kiddies. So, when we show a couple of people balling, quite frankly, we think it is far better than a lot of killing."
"I agree," Charlie philosophized, "A flick like 'How to Murder Your Wife' goes over big, but if you made one, 'How to Fuck your Wife,' they'd get uptight. The moral is-murder is more acceptable than screwing, that's how screwed-up our morals are."
"I couldn't agree with you more," Mr. Burke smiled, pleased to have someone in his corner, "Burke Productions is dedicated to wholesome adult entertainment."
"I'm sure," Donna smirked, and he caught this and it bothered him. But, he still wanted her for the film, as he could see Donna was no ordinary girl. And he knew that his trade consisted of people who wanted to see some beauty on the screen, now that the 'majors' were specializing in freak-faced men and women who look like they've been through a meat grinder, except for one silicone-breasted beauty who'd never made a good movie.
"Why don't we go out to lunch?" he suggested with a pleasant smile. They all went out to lunch, and got to talking about starting dates.
"When do you think you could go to work?"
"Whenever you want me," she smiled. "We could begin day after tomorrow," he confided.
"That would be alright with me," she smiled, "Money in advance."
"Half when you start, and the other half when you finish. That's more than fair."
"As long as it is in a contract, we'll go along with it."
"Is he your husband?" the producer demanded, angry because he'd planned to pay five hundred and think up some reason why he should pay no more.
"Just my boyfriend," she told him.
"Should I bring my dog Dandy?"
"Oh, yes," Mr. Burke insisted, "It's a package deal. Dandy and you-down on the farm."
"Beautiful," she smiled.
The next day, she rested up, so she'd be fresh for the filming. And when she went to the studio she was petrified. There was a small pony in a stable. Dandy looked at the pony with contempt, and so did Donna.
"Do you have that contract ready?" Charlie asked him bluntly as he sipped some coffee set-side.
"Oh, yes, here's a scrap of paper, I'll just put the terms on it-five hundred when she begins, five hundred when we finish-"
"Finish shooting-not editing-we need the bread now."
"You're a lucky guy to have a girlfriend like her," Mr. Burke commented.
Then, the lights were all set up, and the camera moved into place. The scene was a farmyard. Donna was dressed in a little girl farm outfit. And there was imitation grass, a painted barn, and blue sky, and a fence that was real. That was real and so was the pony.
"Is Dandy in this scene?" she asked Mr. Burke who doubled as both producer and director.
"Oh, yes-Dandy's in there alright."
"Dandy-come here," she called across the sound stage. Devoted and faithful Dandy came to her side.
"Alright, let's get cracking," Mr. Burke said, "We're ready to roll."
The lights were turned on, and then the camera rolled forward on its track. The director began, "Honey, walk back and forth near the brown wooden fence, and look up at the sky, and the nice sunshine we painted in up there."
"That's a funny sun you painted up there," she laughed.
"We know it is," he assured her, "This is supposed to be a light comedy, strong on sex. Anyway, you look up innocently, and Dandy follows you everywhere. Then, you nonchalantly flip your dress up, revealing the fact you are totally nude. We'll zoom in on your snatch, and then let the dog lick you. That should be a great opener."
"It sounds great," she smiled. And Mr. Burke couldn't determine if her comment was a sarcastic one or not. But, Donna could, and she knew it was intended for sarcasm.
"Ready, begin-lights! camera! action!"
The hot arc lights went on, and the camera began rolling. Soon, the scene had begun, and they were shooting. She walked back and forth along the rail just as she had been instructed, and then, she flipped up her dress-showing she was totally nude underneath. This made Dandy happy. He wagged his tail, jumped up on her with his paws, and started licking.
"Hold it! Hold it!" Mr. Burke called out.
"Why?" Donna demanded, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all, lovely lady-you did a great job of acting. But, we must get the camera closer to catch a beautiful close-up of your dog lovingly licking away with his great tongue."
And then, the close-up was shot, as the dog licked away at her hot vagina.
After that was filmed, Mr. Burke said, "Take ten-coffee and donuts over there."
The crew complimented Donna on her performance, and she was proud of herself for her achievement.
Then, Mr. Burke glanced down at his watch, and called everybody back.
"In our next shot, we'll show little Ruby on a bale of hay with her legs up in the air. The dog will be mounting her, and-say-I've just had a brainstorm-why don't we have a blowjob first. Honey, you wouldn't mind if we asked you to suck the dog's cock off, would you ?"
"No, I don't mind," she said, "as long as you don't make me suck the pony's prick."
"I hadn't thought of that," he smiled.
The scene started again, and Charlie was getting another hard-on watching his girlfriend go down on the dog. She didn't make a big thing of it. She just pulled Dandy's dick over to her mouth, as Mr. Burke called, "We're rolling! Catch this!" The lights blazed, the camera ground, and Donna sucked on Dandy's big penis.
But the dog wasn't used to it, and it bothered him that she wouldn't let him stab her gash, like conventional fuckers. He thought she had no right to tamper with him like that.
"Don't suck it off, Donna," the producer insisted. "We want the shooting cum sequence when he fucks you on the bale of hay."
Donna didn't want to take her mouth off Dandy's dick to speak to Mr. Burke. She thought Dandy might be so confused about what was happening he'd run away in fear or something. So, she kept on sucking on the dog's long, thrusting penis.
"Oh, damnit, she's sucking him off."
Donna waved both her hands, as if to say, 'Now, that he's figured out the fact he can get some pretty good sensations from a cocksuck, let me finish."
She didn't see any big difference between eating a dog's cum or a man's cum. It both came out the same place, the penis. It was white in both cases, and hot. And she did love Dandy an awful lot.
"Now-that's alright," Mr. Burke said nervously, "We might get censored on that one-because it is highly irregular."
"Can we get the dog fucking her on the bale of hay?"
"I don't know if he can shoot twice in such fast sequence," Mr. Burke confided.
Then, the dog exploded in her mouth, and she sucked him in. The big difference was the amount. Dandy shot such a big load of creamy cum in her mouth, it dripped down the sides of it, and fell on the floor.
"Wasn't that a winner?" the cameraman commented.
"It may be," Mr. Burke mused, "I don't think anyone else got a shot like that."
"Let's hope not," the cameraman chuckled.
"Now, don't be negative," Mr. Burke remonstrated him. They waited until Donna had a chance to sip some coffee and have some sugary doughnuts which she liked. She'd had such a shot-full of cream in her mouth, she took her coffee black. Then, they went back to the set and continued.
Donna got up on the bale of hay.
"Honey just throw your dress and that cute little apron back, over your head."
"But nobody will see my face," she objected.
"I can't help it," Mr. Burke said, "and anyway, we got your kisser in an establishing shot-that's good enough."
"Alright, but I feel pretty foolish draping myself over a bale of hay and covering my face with my dress, and letting my pussy show."
"Don't worry about it," Mr. Burke said flatly. "Nobody will be thinking about your face when this scene rolls-believe me!"
Donna looked around for Dandy, as she lay there on that tickling bale of hay, and threw her legs open for her dog lover's enjoyment.
Dandy was ready to go, just like she had told the men he would be. She massaged her vagina with one hand to entice the dog closer to her.
"Go on, fuck her," Mr. Burke called out. "Don't speak harshly to him," Donna objected.
"Alright, do it your way-just get the dog on you-and screwing you."
"Dandy," she called out gently, "Dandy, fuck me!" As if he'd been waiting for his mistress to direct him, the dog came bounding forward.
He jumped up on the bale of hay and the camera caught him as he did it. Then he put his paws on her shoulders, and she reached down to grip his penis and pull it into her vagina. The thick penis stabbed her vagina and soon she and the dog were hot at it.
"Fuck me," she told the dog, and Dandy fucked like he understood her command. "Ohh, yes, yes, do it, do it," she begged him. And the dog went wild stabbing her gash. She reached up, in spite of the fact the director said for her to flip over, and lie there with her skirt over her face.
"Fuck it, Dandy, fuck it," she cried passionately, as the dog pumped it to her. He couldn't make it shoot off quite as quickly the second time around. So, she knew she'd have to use a lot of vagina movements to make the dog come.
Tossing, and pitching on the hay, and holding on him, she begged, "Show 'em all, fucker!"
The dog turned-on. His penis thrust inside her with piston precision.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it," she cried, and suddenly the dog shot a load full of cum into her gash.
"Zoom in!" Mr. Burke demanded, "Catch the dog's expression."
"What about mine?" she complained. While she thought the world of Dandy, and wouldn't want to see him slighted in any way, shape form or manner, she felt infuriated to think she was being given obvious short shrift.
Finally, they had enough shots of Dandy's delighted face. And one man came with his Polaroid and took pictures. When the dog finally pulled his pecker out of her, Mr. Burke said, "Well, we'll break for lunch."
As she flipped her long, gingham farm dress down over herself, the man with the polaroid pictures handed her one. She took one look at it and shrieked, "Damnit all to hell!" and ran into her dressing room. Charlie followed quickly, curious to know what upset her so much, she ran like that, and screamed. When he got inside, she held out the picture.
There she was, only a pair of legs, and a fuzzy mound. The dog was the star-that was so obvious, and she was a cunt, no more.
"I see what they've done to you," he said, "They've made the dog the star, and your pussy a featured player. It's disgusting."
"What about my contract?" she demanded.
"Contract?" Charlie gulped.
"Why, yes, you said you were going to demand a contract to protect me-"
"Oh, yes," Charlie responded nervously, "I got it."
"Well, let me see it," he insisted.
"Alright, alright-here it is."
She looked at the scrap of paper, which read simply '$500 first day of shooting, and $500 when finished'-and then Charlie had added the word 'shooting'. Mr. Burke had signed and dated it, and Charlie displayed the check for $500.
"I have no terms," she said, "except for the money."
"Be glad I added one word 'shooting' as to when he'd pay you. Baby, when you work in flicks like these you can't be treated like Marilyn Monroe."
"I guess not," Donna said sadly.
"If you want to quit your movie career after this 'Ruby of Sunnyslope Farm' flick, it's alright with me," Charlie confided.
"I don't want to quit now. I consider 'Ruby' my comeback."
"Alright, then, you do as you see fit, but this is a rough business."
"You can say that again," she grimaced, "I am glad though I made a hit in my first one, and if I get a chance to show my face I'll click again."
"I'm not so sure it's your face that made you click in that first one," Charlie smiled.