Chapter 5
Erotica by the Reel
Glen looked over his shoulder and saw that Roxie was smoothing her skirt. Surreptitiously he dropped three tiny tablets into one of the drinks before him, the drink reserved for Roxie. Then he stirred the Martinis and took them to the low Oriental table in front of the sofa. Upon the couch Roxie looked elegant. Her smile was confident as she leaned her head forward and allowed Glen to slip one of his hands along the back of the couch bringing it to rest lightly upon her shoulder. He allowed his hand to next trail down along the side of her upper arm. He looked at her.
"Don't be shy, baby." He said it smiling. "I'm not going to eat you up, you know! Which reminds me, do you know what a Greek luau is?"
Roxie smiled at him, the sort of smile telling him she would play his game. "No, tell me. What is a Greek luau?" she asked.
"A Greek luau is eating a pig in the back seat of the car while she has an apple in her mouth," Glen grinned.
Roxie's smile was somewhat uncertain. She leaned forward and accepted the drink he handed her.
She ignored the luau joke. "I'm a bit dazzled by...by all of this!" she said sweeping her hand around them. "This is a lot like walking into a whole new world. I feel kind of...I suppose you could say, out of my depth."
Glen kept his cool blue eyes on her while they clinked glasses and drank. Roxie sipped at her Martini, then-noticing that Glen had tossed his straight down-followed suit. She had a wry face as she replaced her glass on the table.
"In England they drink Martinis this way? Wow! These are really something else when it comes to packing punches, aren't they?"
Glen turned his profile towards the girl, a saturnine twist appearing on his lips as he waited for the resistance-lowering tablets to take effect on her. After a moment, Roxie leaned her head back, her eyes languidly closing. She relaxed slowly, gradually assuming an attitude of repose as the drug went to work.
Cautiously, Glen lowered his hand, bringing his open fingers into contact with Roxie's shoulder. He edged his palm slowly along the girl's arm. Crossing the rise of her breast and finally letting his hand settle softly in the middle of her chesthis fingers toying idly with the front buttons of her blouse.
He unfastened them with a delicate, experienced touch; Roxie stirring slightly. She began to open her eyes and move away, then evidently decided that the effort was too much for her. She slumped back against the well-padded sofa, her head slipping sideways and coming to rest on Glen's shoulder....
Glen Tenny was too good an actor to betray, the uncertainly which he felt at this point. Roxie was supposed to sit up and resist his advances! But the girl showed no sign of movement now: she lay against him with her eyes closed and her beautiful lips half-parted, the very picture of innocent acquiescence!
But something was wrong! What was he supposed to do? Stop acting and tell Fleur that he didn't know if he should continue on his own-improvising the scene or calling a halt to it?
Glen decided that it would be very unprofessional to interrupt the scene. After all, they were given only a rough outline of how the actual love-making was to proceed. And Fleur would certainly call "Cut!" if he went too far....!
Now he finished unbuttoning Roxie's blouse. He opened it and slipped his hand inside, gently caressing the white, exposed flesh of the girl's midriff. Tentatively, he brought his palm upwards and softly massaged her breast through the white cup of her bra. Still no sign from Fleur!
Mentally he shrugged, fondling Roxie's breast more firmly-working his fingers into the warmth and ripeness, making the generous flesh move obediently under his hand. It was an erotic movie, he told himself. And the British censor permitted a fair amount of petting to escape his scissors nowadays!
Roxie's blouse was now pulled back. Her breasts were revealed to be much larger than one would have expected. They bulged out of the bra cups, thrust together to form a tight, exciting cleavage which rose almost to the base of her throat. Obviously, she was wearing a bra that had been intended for a girl with much smaller attributes....
Glen's other hand moved onto her lap. He stroked her thighs through the skirt, slowly rubbing them until the loose-fitting, pleated garment began to rise over her legs. She wore golden tinted stockings, and the white tops of her thighs were soon visible as Glen hoisted the skirt higher and higher.
Now he started to move his hand over the naked skin, making his fingers travel slowly across the taut straps of her suspenders. The flesh was warm and supple to his touch, but a greater heat was emanating from the region of Roxie's crotch. Her thighs were not pressed quite so tightly together now, and his hand could easily slip between the tops of her legs and roam at will over the girl's thighs.
He could feel a hard excitement generating in him despite the knowledge that they were both only acting, and that their performances were being observed by several other people-plus three silently whirring movie cameras. He shifted as unobtrusively as possible, trying to still the rising ache in his penis. His sex had begun to stiffen under the silk kimono, and it occurred to Glen that it was very fortunate that he was seated: in a standing position it would have been impossible for him to disguise the hardness of his erection....
Glen fumbled his hand from Roxie's thighs onto her belt. Trembling a little, his fingers succeeded in unlacing the buckle and tugging it free of the loops which ran around Roxie's skirt waist. There was a zipper at the side of her skirt and he drew it down, his heart beating faster as his fingers delved inside the opening he had made, and felt the silk of the panties against his hand.
There was no reaction from either Fleur or Roxie! He swallowed noiselessly and kept himself in character with an effort. He disengaged the skirt from Roxie's hips and maneuvered it down the girl's thighs-raising her legs so that he could tug the garment from beneath her and then working it over her ankles.
Easily, he slipped her arms out of the blouse and pulled it away from her body. And, finally, Roxie stirred!
Roxie opened her big brown eyes and sighed a deep, languorous sigh; moving her head from side to side as if it weighed more than her body could support. Slowly, the girl cast her gaze downwards-reacting with delayed shock at finding herself in a state of undress.
"Hey, what exactly are you doing?" Roxie gasped. "I feel so funny...and you've been taking, my clothes off!"
Glen tilted her chin upwards and turned her face towards him.
He stared down into her startled eyes. "Relax! don't pretend you don't know what I brought you up here for! Relax-and enjoy it!"
He crushed his mouth down on hers, pressing her soft lips in a violent, passionate kiss. Roxie squirmed away from him, but her movements were heavy and ineffectual: the actress drawing on her personal experience with drugs to convey lassitude and numbed, befuddled senses.
In the manner of a person not really meaning it, she beat at his chest while Glen pressed his mouth tighter and tighter against her lips, one hand around her back, the other resting on her bare hip-just above the top of her panties.
Slowly, he broke down her resistance...but although Glen kept his ear cocked for Fleur's cry of "Cut!" it wasn't forthcoming! Ah well, he sighed. I suppose we may well go a little further....
Now Glen unhooked her brassiere and continued to kiss Roxie while his hand slid the straps, one at a time, over her beautiful, naked shoulders. The cups remained molded to her breasts, held up by the pressure of their bodies as Glen and Roxie hugged each other closely. But the girl herself eased slightly away from him, allowing the bra to drop down and leave her bosom free of any adornment save the gold medallion which Fleur had been experimenting with when Mason burst into the office earlier in the day.
Now it hung between her breasts, its large golden coin directly level with Roxie's nipples. Through the thin silk of his robe, Glen could feel the grim thrust of the actress's tits. They squashed into his chest, their hot, stiff teats standing out sharply and feeling as if they were trying to probe through the fine material which separated their flesh.
It looked as though it were by accident, but at the precise moment when Glen's excitement was making his penis bulge through the single garment he was wearing, Roxie's hand brushed across his lap!
Glen couldn't control a sudden quivering of his body at the contact of her fingers with his prick-even though the caress was momentary and Roxie passed her hand across the erect shaft quite quickly. He desired her! Oh, God, how he desired her! Glen felt frustration like a stabbing pain in the pit of his stomach.
He was aware of the people around him. They were watching and filming everything they did! Maybe he could hurry up and finish the scene-and then take Roxie away to some place where it would be quiet and dark...where they could enjoy each other to the full!
Glen was certain in his mind that the girl, too, was highly aroused. She was returning his kisses with a zeal that wasn't in the script: and even as the thought of fucking her skipped through his fevered brain, he felt the tip of her wet tongue probe against his teeth, searching for an entrance to his mouth!
Glen, his eyes tightly shut and his cock throbbing violently against the restraining silk of the kimono, opened his lips. Instantly, Roxie darted her tongue forward, her sweet breath issuing into his mouth. Now their tongues writhed and danced against one another, moving experimentally together and stroking each other in a long, lasciviously wet embrace. Roxie's lips burned against Glen's as she thrust her mouth hard and urgently to his; her tongue now performing an intricate pattern, slipping warmly and moistly around the inside of his mouth-gliding over and under his tongue until he lost all sense of being in a film studio and was aware of nothing but the girl's half-clothed body and her exciting, full-lipped mouth....
Roxie's hand returned to his crotch, this time to linger on the hard length and coax it lovingly in her firm hand, Glen thrust his arm between their bodies and closed his fingers around her nearest breast-squeezing tightly in a paroxysm of desire that could no longer be stilled.
With skill, she gathered up the folds of silk around his cock and then tightened her fingers again. She had made a sheath out of the kimono, wrapping a section of it securely around Glen's prick; the material being so thin that her fingers-rubbing and exploring up and down the length of his cock-were scarcely aware that they weren't touching the bare flesh of his sex.
Glen bore her down until she was lying on her back with his body sprawled on top of her. He retained his hold on her breast, clasping the heavy, superbly rounded globe so that his fingers almost disappeared amid the fat white flesh.
Roxie still kept her hand around his manhood though she was now jerking the tool madly-making the stiff, hard-pulsing knob throb insanely under its tight sheath of silk.
Roxie's hand was between their sexes: preventing, for the moment, any real contact between Glen's rammer and her panty-clad pussy. But Roxie's other hand soon remedied that situation!
Roxie pulled the cord of his robe until the knot came untied, then swiftly pulled the two sections open. While her mouth continued to suck and kiss at Glen's lips, Roxie shifted her fingers around to the upper surface of his prick-enabling her to push the crown downwards and wedge it comfortingly against the hot, demanding lips of her twat.
Now she rubbed it slowly up and down the slit, bearing down on the weapon and feeling it thrust inwards the taut material of her panties and stretch her sex-wound fractionally open. Then, very slowly and teasingly, the girl allowed the kimono to slide free of Glen's charger! She drew it tightly upwards...inch by inch...gradually permitting the electric silk to be pulled out of the way.
Each gasped with pleasure, a strangulated moaning into each other's open mouths, as Glen's penis burst out of its hot confinement and pressed boldly-unrestrainedly-against Roxie's scantily protected loins. Part of his prick touched the inner flesh of her thighs; then, as Roxie twisted her legs more widely open, it burned against her crotch...riding upwards under the girl's guiding fingers and throbbing fiercely on the hard mound of her pubis.
"You put something in my drink...I seem out of...control...I can't help myself now...You don't understand-you bastard! Oh, you bastard!"
Her teeth bit at the lobe of his ear angrily. Then she released the lobe. She next extended her tongue and began to slither it sexily into the ear itself: turning it round and round, licking and panting until Glen's head swam with a lust that he couldn't hope to control....
Glen was on the point of discharging, letting his cum flow out across the warm, white expanse of her belly, when Roxie stopped tonguing his ear and delved the fingers of one hand into his hair, forcing his head up and making him open his eyes and look at her. She kept her other hand tightly on his charger, moving the foreskin rhythmically up and down.
"You'll suffer first!" she threatened. "You want my box, don't you? You want to stick your fat dick into that slit of mine! Well, I'm going to torment the hell out of you before you lay me! Look--. "
The lovely girl thrust his head back, forcing Glen's body to rise slightly away from her, supported by his elbows. She let go of his rammer and took the gold medallion in her fingers. And as he stared down at her, wondering what she was going to do, the girl commenced to rub first her breast and then her nipple with the gleaming coin!
Roxie watched with a fascination equal to the man's as her nipple was mistreated and tormented by the edge of the medallion. It bumped and provoked the tender teat, changing its already flushed color to an angry scarlet.
"Now do it!" Roxie ordered. She put his hand back onto her breast, letting the coin slip into his fingers. "Make it hurt me! Press down hard! Harder!" she urged, as Glen began to stroke the medallion backwards and forwards across her nipple. "You're not hurting me enough!"
In Glen's mind there was a curious division. He was now aware that they were in a film studio, but this knowledge no longer inhibited him. It seemed as if he had been raised onto a plateau of sexual desire where only the act itself had importance to him: Roxie had excited him so intensely that he deliberately suppressed his fears at "performing" in public. Nothing mattered any more except the lust in his prick and the urge in his fingers to fondle and touch the girl....
Savagely he raked the gold coin over her breast, making the nipple flare up to an extraordinary redness and size. Backwards and forwards he thrust it; seeing how the breast itself quivered and rolled in obedience to the motion of his hand.
Now Roxie wriggled beneath his body, but it was some time before Glen realized that she was pulling down her panties! She writhed and contorted-now thrusting her belly upwards against his, now squirming down again.
At last he could feel the naked flesh of her crotch pushing in a steadily more violent rhythm as Roxie worked her loins ecstatically up and down...quelling the urgent need in her cunt by a fierce friction against his prick.
Before he could stop her, Roxie ripped the thin silver chain from her neck, breaking the link. She struggled against him, and Glen reluctantly gave way; letting her move out from beneath him and slide down the sofa until her face was level with his stomach and her hands more easily reach his flesh.
Glen was now half reclining, turning on his side towards the girl, with the Chinese robe hanging away from his otherwise naked body. Roxie caught his stiff, enormous member-and Glen winced with pain!
Roxie was starting to wind the delicate chain of her medallion around his shaft!
Roxie drew it tight, pulling until the gold coin flattened itself against the underside of his penis, then swiftly tied the broken links together-fastening it in a painfully constricting know which made him twist away from her in sudden agony.
Glen's hands went down to his sex, but Roxie grabbed both his wrists.
"No! Keep it on!" she hissed. "If you want to screw me, you've got to do it while you're wearing my gift!"
The sharp, slick, slender links were biting ruthlessly into Glen's tool. He felt sweat breaking out on his forehead and in the hollows of his armpits. But at the same time, a thrill was mounting with him as he realized that Roxie, too, would feel an agonizing pain as the silver chain tore against the tender walls of her cunt....
Excitement from the idea surged through him, and it spurred the actor to throw Roxie down on the sofa again, his lust rising like the waves of an angry, storm-tossed ocean as he stared through misted, red-rimmed eyes at the gorgeous young girl who awaited his pleasure.
She raised her legs to receive him, arching her buttocks and bringing her knees up high; one on each side of Glen's body. He bit his lower lip to stem the pain in his cock, sinking his teeth until he tasted blood. The throbbing of his prick was becoming more and more intense as the chain which was binding it partially stemmed the flow of blood and acted like a tourniquet.
It appeared that his "decoration" in no way diminished Glen's erection. His bulging shaft hung mightily from his loins, richly red below the chain and only slightly less crimson towards the crown-where the blood supply was being hampered.
Glen now attacked the open mouth of Roxie's chamber with this weirdly adorned monster: bumping the nude crest against her wet slit until he found the gaping slot for which Nature had intended it.
It sank easily into the red O...slicing through the pungent-smelling inner flesh as far as the chain. Then he stopped. Roxie was tensing herself for the pain which was surely awaiting her. Glen looked down, his vision blurred, his body shaking. The girl's eyes were closed and her lips were moving in a ceaseless, soundless quivering.
Glen could now feel the faint but very definite tug of her quim on his cock, seeming to urge his weapon to complete its penetration. And, as he continued to hesitate, she put both her hands on his shoulders and said slowly and distinctly, with her eyes still shut
"You bastard! Do it, do it, you hear! It's what you want, isn't it?"
He felt her hands tighten on his flesh, her fingernails scoring into his shoulder-blades.
"I want all of it! Give it to me! All of it!"
Glen groaned. He pressed down hard on her naked body. His rod screamed with pain, tongues of fire shooting down it and searing his testicles, his belly. Cruelly, steadily, he thrust the remaining inches of his prick into Roxie's cunt-feeling the girl shudder voluptuously beneath him as the taut links of the chain worked past the outer lips of her quim.
There was a dim recess within his mind where Glen realized that Roxie was no stranger to this particular perversion. She clutched him tightly against her, again burying her tongue in his mouth, but apart from a single cry of pain, the girl was bearing her ordeal very bravely and with a minimum of resistance.
His charger twitched spasmodically now that it was fitted snugly and fully inside her. It was smothered by the wetness and the heat of Roxie's snatch. Glen felt a sudden, unexpected urge to make her suffer!
Glen wanted her to experience the strange mixture of pain and ecstasy which was coursing through his body! He wanted to fuck her so hard, so agonizingly, that she would scream and implore him to stop....
He was dominating her, and he was totally without mercy. He rammed his rod in and out of her pussy, scouring it, tearing her soft and tender walls of sex with the chain which Roxie herself had fastened so securely around his penis....
Roxie's tongue was caressing the inside of his mouth busily, and he could hear the steady sucking noise of her lips against his own as he slowly withdrew his dork until it was only held in place by the slack, greasy outer lips of Roxie's quim.
Suddenly, Glen bore forward and upwards: driving strongly into that warm, tight passageway, keeping the muscles of his ass tense and stiff as he slammed his tool ruthlessly to its hilt once more.
Glen could feel the chain links burning against her red cunt-lining. And the gold coin itself, tied rigidly to one side of his rod, scored with even greater force...making the girl almost swoon with sheer, exquisite agony!
Roxie started to tear her mouth from Glen's, but he grabbed her hair and forced her lips to remain plastered against his: whereupon Roxie closed her teeth savagely on his lower lip, driving them into the skin and giving vent to her feelings with an alien, terrifying gurgling.
Glen released her hair and began to slap her hard across the face. Seeing that this had absolutely no effect on the crazed girl, he directed his hands to her breasts-aiming clumsy blows at the tits which were half-buried against his chest.
Then, finally, still fucking swiftly in and out of her cunt, he stretched the loose-muscled cheeks until his fingers grew tired-contented himself with frigging two of his digits into her anus. He forced the narrow hole to accept them, stretching the moist brown orifice until it widened sufficiently to take the rough, clawing fingers.....
Now it was hard to tell if the couple were trying to bring each other to an ecstatic orgasm-or to murder one another! Their goal seemed to be pain: pain in its most extreme and sadistic form-sexual pain!
Roxie felt for-and quickly found-Glen's penis, taking the shaft at the juncture where it was attached to his crotch, her sole aim appeared to be the desire to wrench it from his body!
Quickly the exciting, thrillingly beautiful actress seized his slime-coated weapon and gave it a cruel, angry shaking...yanking it up and down, so that the portion which happened to be inside her quim was dragged fiercely about-its hard, straining length joggled strenuously from the top layer of her vagina to the bottom.
Their orgasms were thundering upwards within them seemingly causing their bodies to swell to the exploding point. It would take a bolt of lightening to frustrate their climaxes now! Roxie was already spilling her love-juice, bumping her hairy crotch hard into Glen's abdomen as she writhed in the torment of climax-flecks of blood marring the otherwise milky whiteness of her sex-cream.
She was in the throes of wild, abandoned pleasure, and feverishly took the gold coin between her forefinger and thumb and pulled on it; causing the greatest pain Glen had ever experienced to shoot through his member. She tugged again and again-making the links bite deeper and deeper into his foreskin, producing a wail of anguish from Glen's lips; a cry which came up from the very soul of his being.
Glen's trembling thumper was on the brink of orgasm, but it was impossible for him to give full vent to the joy of expelling his seed while Roxie tormented him so cruelly. He shuddered with agony and frustration. And Glen might have taken Roxie's slender white throat in his fists, tightening and tightening until she died with the spunk still streaming out of her love cove.
Suddenly, the chain mercifully broke and was wrenched away from his penis!
Glen's tool was now unbound completely! It surged with its overwhelming freedom. It skewered and fucked back into Roxie's vagina and pulsed strongly again, came backwards for a brief second, then rode stiffly forward to the sanctity of her bubbling honey-closet. And on the third inward stroke, Glen felt the sperm tickling through his tool-a rapid pulse starting along the underside of his weapon...growing until it caught him up in its throbbing and caused his entire body to rock helplessly in the throes of climax.
Glen plunged his fingers wildly inside the hot depths of Roxie's butt: scratching at the plump, soft, meaty flesh as the intensity of his lust broke down all barriers of time, space and consciousness.
And out it came! The pent-up sperm jetted with a furious gushing into the girl's scratched and bleeding quim. Glen shot and shot-spending lavishly and extending the period of his orgasm for as long as he was physically able. He could feel the sperm erupting from his rod, a stream of white-hot liquid that was still a part of him even though it had now left his body.
Now the red lips of Roxie's quim were guzzling wetly around the base of the tool. They slurped (or so it seemed to his deranged mind), implanting luscious kisses that were encouraging him to give up his soul if need be in order to sustain his climax....
Soon all pain was forgotten, all the sadistic fantasies were buried again in the joy os sending his seed spurting into the girl's womb. And when it was finally over, when he collapsed in sheer exhaustion on top of Roxie's equally sated body, he felt his penis swimming in a warm sea of their combined spunk; floating lazily on the abundant love-juice which their passion had wrung from them.
Demis Fleur now surveyed the scene in silence for a moment or two, thoughtfully rubbing at his chin. He glanced at the three cameramen in turn, receiving a nod from them-indicating that there had been no technical hitches in the shooting.
Fleur spoke softly. "Cut," he said. "You can all relax, boys and girls-there's no need for a retake!"
Slowly, Glen raised himself from Roxie's limp, spent body. He blinked at the arc-lights, slowly coming back to awareness and feeling a terrible embarrassment and shock as he remembered his surroundings.
He was too depleted to do more than stare open-mouthed at the calm, insolent young American who had been filming his secret passions, and he simply wished with all his heart that the studio floor would open up and that he, Roxie, and the sofa on which they were lying would disappear forever from the eyes behind the brilliantly lit set.
And adding to his misery, Fleur now strolled over to them and clapped him nonchalantly on his shoulder!
"Baby, that was one hell of a great job," Fleur told him. "I'm sorry we had to spring this on you-but you wouldn't have agreed to do it if we'd given you advance warning, would you?"
Fleur smiled at Roxie who was climbing up into a sitting position, her eyes glazed and her mouth wet and bruised.
"Good baby, that was beautiful," he murmured, bending to kiss the girl's forehead. "You broke the ice beautifully. And now that our leading man has been initiated to the Crew, I think we all deserve a little celebration. I'll go and break open a bottle of Mason's best Scotch. Sit tight, I'll be right back...."
Now he moved away from them, and as he did so raised his hand to the men behind the cameras.
"You can print it!" he told them. "I'd like to see the rushes first thing in the morning!"
With that, he grabbed Roxie and left the set, wondering what he might get her to do for an encore....