The Sex Camera

Erotic Blackmail On The Set

"I'm not much of a believer in complaining, Mr. Mason, but it's time you knew what Fleur is doing!"

Steve Dane stood quivering indignantly in Allen Mason's office. He clenched and unclenched his fists, his forehead creased in deep worry lines. Behind the large desk in front of him, Mason sat with only half his attention on the screen-writer. He was running his eye over a long column of figures which had been brought in that morning by the accountants. From all reports, Fleur was keeping well within his budget and the film was probably going to finish shooting a few days ahead of schedule.

Mason was feeling unusually beneficent towards the young director. A smile hovered at the corner of his small mouth, and he had even contemplated giving Fleur a sizeable bonus for his good work. Already, in the devious working of his mind, Allen Mason had taken all the credit for discovering Fleur. He had conveniently forgotten Karl Murrey's part in bringing the director to his attention; and Karl knew that, as long as he wasn't tactless to remind A.M. that Fleur was his discovery, the mogul's good humor might well last until the picture was previewed....

"Got a problem, Steve?" he asked, glancing up from his paper-work. "Anything I can help you with?"

He was taken by surprise at Mason's unexpectedly gentle voice, as Dane peered closely at his employer before he summoned the courage to continue.

"Of course, I'm very unhappy with the way Fleur is apparently altering the script. He seems to be changing everything around...destroying the characters I put into the script and making them into entirely different people!

"What I've done has gone down the drain. Whole scenes are being written into the screenplay, and yet you told me yourself that you were very pleased with my final version. Isn't there some way you can--. "

"Come on, Steve, take it easy." Mason waved his cigar reprovingly at the timid, 35-year-old bachelor. "It was agreed from the beginning that nobody would interfere with Demis Fleur's style of working. In just a few more weeks we'll know if our gamble has paid off.

"As far as I can tell, any changes he might have made have been for the good of the picture. Karl has been keeping a close eye on the shooting." He turned to his secretary for confirmation. "Murrey's latest report indicates that everything is going well, doesn't it, Miss Evans?"

Silently, the super-efficient, but sadly unattractive, girl nodded. She passed a typewritten sheet across to Mason and commented:

"It says here, sir, that Mr. Fleur expects to film the last big scene tomorrow night. He wants the studio to be at his disposal until dawn on Thursday-and then he is allowing four weeks for editing work before the first preview."

"See, Steve?" Mason beamed. "No problems at all! Karl even tells me that he's going to play a walk-on part in this final scene himself! So, if things weren't going to his satisfaction, he'd certainly know all about it....

"Let me do the worrying, Steve. You've played your role: now let the rest of us do our damnedest to produce a fine job of your work!"

He saw that Dane's face still wore its expression of anxiety, and he went even further.

"Consider it this way, Steve. If you're still bothered about Fleur's interpretation of your script, why don't you pop down to Carnaby Street this morning! We've rented one of those godamn shops--. "

He wiggled his fingers impatiently, seeking the right name for them.

"They're called Boutiques!" Miss Evans supplied promptly.

"That's it-boutiques! He's filming some kind of montage sequence down there. You go along, Steve, and I'm sure he'll find time to have a chat with you...Yeah," Mason's voice grew absent as his mind drifted into more important problems-problems of distribution, finding a suitable West End cinema for the premiere....

"Go ahead and just do that little thing, Steve. You'll have a nice discussion with Fleur-everything will work out fine," he said vaguely. "Now, I've got a lot of work to take care of. How far did we get, Miss Evans? The letter to Warner-Pathe?"

Mason had dismissed Steve Dane completely from his thoughts now, and the scriptwriter turned away miserably. He had an intuitive feeling in his bones that something was going very wrong with the production. From hints and scraps of conversation he had overheard, Steve was vaguely aware that the entire concept of the film he had written was being drastically changed.

He couldn't guess how or exactly in what form it was being altered, but despite Mason's confidence-and despite Karl Murrey's assurances that his personal observations had shown him that all was going well-Steve couldn't quieten his doubts....

Leaving the office, he took the elevator down to the ground floor, consumed by anxiety and frustration. With the film more than half-completed, it was unlikely that anything could be done to remedy matters-even if Fleur had produced a complete fiasco. But he didn't intend to give up without making a determined effort to learn the truth: and as he came out of the building, blinking his pale eyes against the bright Tuesday morning spring sunshine, Steve decided that he would pay a visit to the Carnaby Street location.

He couldn't see where it could do any harm-and Fleur could hardly order him out of the way, not when he was filming out-of-doors. The closed-set stipulation only applied to the studio; but just in case the American proved quarrelsome, Steve slipped into a public house for a couple of stiff whiskeys before he made his way to the location....

He emerged, considerably fortified, into the gray

London street, set his shoulders and walked quickly through the narrow side roads until he came upon the lively, bustling and loudly-decorated center of London's fashion world. Situated just behind Oxford Circus, Carnaby Street was the Mecca for trendy styles in clothing and pop-art posters: at least, that was the way the British Tourist Association advertised it.

The truth of the matter was that the street had lost almost all of its glamour so far as the in-crowd was concerned and it appealed nowadays only to foreign tourists and wide-eyed visitors from the provinces. People who owned shops there (98 per cent of them boutiques) still made a great deal of money, but the place had become little more than a landmark: a slightly more fashionable monument than Nelson's Column or the Houses of Parliament....

Steve Dane showed his studio card to the men who were barring the many sightseers from ducking beneath a cordon that had been roped off around one particular shop. He gained entrance to the shop itself and was surprised to find relatively few people inside.

Fleur himself was there, a light-meter hanging from a strap around his neck, and he spotted Karl Murrey and several mini-skirted young girls-some of whom he recognized, while others were unknown to him. But there was little to indicate that a major film was being shot on the premises; no arc-lights, no cables, scarcely any confusion at all....

Steve walked toward the director, emboldened by the whisky in his veins, and stepped in front of him.

"May I have a moment of your time," he began. "About the film--. "

Fleur stared at him through his mirrored glasses obviously trying to place the newcomer. He cocked his head to one side, concentrating, then:

"So you're Dane!" he exclaimed. "Well, listen, I'd love to talk to you, but I'm trying to set up this scene. If it's not terribly important, could you wait back here for a while...you understand, don't you? I've got concealed cameras and we're right in the center of the shot--. "

Fleur took Dane's arm as he spoke, and steered him firmly but gently towards the rear of the shop, where the changing rooms were situated. And before he quite realized what was happening to him, that Fleur was-in fact-giving him an extremely expert brush-off, Steve found himself being guided into a fairly large alcove. Fleur held up a hand placatingly, then swished the curtains across in front of his face!

Steve flushed as he supposed that he could wait for a while, his discussion with Fleur wasn't urgent enough to merit interrupting the film-work. And he consoled himself with the thought that the American had at least appeared friendly; Fleur hadn't barked at him or tried to get him completely out of the way....

Steve felt a little happier on realizing this: Allen Mason had been kind to him this morning as well, on reflection. Steve looked at his reflection in the giant mirrors which covered all three walls of the cubicle, making it appear much more spacious than it actually was.

Sure, they had probably understood his value to the film! That was it! At long last he was being treated with the respect he so richly deserved!

"Hog-tail in there and keep that shit-eater quiet!" Fleur snapped. "I don't care what you do-just make sure he doesn't come out and ruin my mood. Mason's secretary just telephoned: she says he's spoiling for trouble!"

Maria Landau frowned prettily. She and Roxie were supposed to be showing Lillian some of the clothes she might like to wear for the party tonight. And the scene in which she helped the girl to try on a variety of revealing costumes was her biggest part in the picture....

"Just make sure this doesn't begin without me!" she snapped at Fleur. "You think you'll shoot the scene with just Roxie-and I'll be out in the cold as usual! Find somebody else to do your dirty work this time!"

"Oh, shit!" Fleur pleaded. "I won't even be ready to film for another half hour! All I'm asking you to do is embarrass the poor bastard so that he turns tail and gets the hell out of here! Is that too much for you to do?"

"On one condition only" Maria relented. "If Roxie comes in with me! Then I can be sure you're not going to cheat and push me out in the cold!"

She looked at Fleur, her green eyes glittering insolently at him, brooking no further argument.

Roxie shrugged and took Maria's hand.

"I don't think you need either one of us just yet, do you, Demis?" she said. "I don't mind going with Maria, it sounds as if it might be kicks to embarrass that poor square!"

Their director bowed deeply and mockingly, gesturing towards the changing room where Steve was patiently waiting.

"Do your worst girls, he's all yours!"

Grinning, they walked across the shop, passing the racks of bright, expensive clothes and drew back the curtain; surprising Steve in the act of posturing vainly in front of the full-length mirror!

He blanched, instinctively edging away from the two girls as they entered the alcove. Maria closed the curtain behind them and a nervous tic appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Steve stammered, "I'm s-s-sorry! I was told to wait in here. If you want to use the cubicle, I'll be happy to go somewhere else. Er-excuse me, will you?"

Roxie was standing with her back to the only exit, barring his way; and Maria advanced towards him, a pretty smile on her lips, making it impossible for Steve to slip around the small space and escape.

"Why be shy?" she whispered silkily. "We only want to try on a few pairs of panties! Don't tell me a big, strong man like you is embarrassed by a couple of young girls!"

Steve beat a hasty retreat to the corner and wedged himself unhappily against it, locking his suddenly dry lips. Standing only a few inches from him, Maria calmly began to loosen her dress. She pulled at the long zipper which ran from its neck down to her stomach and lifted the opened folds over her shoulders. A second later, it was draped around her ankles, leaving the girl in nothing but her black micro-panties and a low-cut brassiere.

And behind her, Roxie was following suit: and when she, too, was clad only in her undies, she joined Maria in front of the nervous Steve....

"Pardon me," she whispered. And reached up a slender arm to the shelf just above Steve's right shoulder. Her body brushed against him, an ample breast which was almost spilling out of her bra cup, jostling his chest as she stood on tip-toe and brought down a cardboard box containing several pairs of cute, multi-colored panties.

Steve's face was hot and his body was trembling. In the confined space he could smell the erotic perfume which the girls were wearing; the languid, arousing scent combining with their brazen semi-nudity to give him a weird, palpitating excitement. He made one final attempt to leave the cubicle.

"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable if I went outside?" His voice was hoarse, the words coming out in a rasping, unnatural whisper.

"Perhaps, you would like to help us choose!" Roxie smiled. She rummaged in the box, bringing out a pair of pink, almost transparent briefs. They were so tiny that Steve found himself involuntarily glancing down at Roxie's mature hips...visualizing the panties around her crotch, knowing that they would stretch so tightly that....

Steve couldn't stop trembling at the erotic picture his mind had conjured up! But it remained a mere vision for only a second or two, because Roxie proceeded to unroll the briefs which she was wearing, and lifting one leg at a time, stepped out of them!

"Isn't it getting hot in here!" she exclaimed, tossing her lovely blonde hair. "I'm going to take my bra off as well! What about you, Maria?"

Maria nodded.

"Well, why not?" She stepped behind her girl friend and neatly unhooked the taut back strap of Roxie's brassiere. Then she turned, presenting her own bra to the blonde. "You can do me now!"

Maria turned again, but this time her bra was unfastened and hung loosely. Now the two girls stood facing each other, their profiles towards Steve. Gazing provocatively into each other's eyes, they gently shook their bodies until all four cups dropped away from their breasts.

Steve, by now was no longer in a hurry to leave the room! He watched with hungry eyes as Maria stooped down in front of Roxie and drew the girl's panties slowly over her thighs. And he felt his prod rising quickly to an erection inside his trousers as they dwelt on the completely naked female flesh-only a few inches away from him. His cock swelled upwards, thrusting fiercely against his fly, but he made no attempt to conceal its bulge.

He put out his hand and almost unconsciously adjusted his stiff member, altering its position and making it feel slightly less uncomfortable!

Maria glanced towards him, a knowing smile on her lips.

"Come on!" she urged softly. "Take your clothes off too! Nobody will come in and disturb us-I promise!"

Now Maria returned her eyes to Roxie and a silent question and answer passed between the two girls.

"Maybe you'd like us to undress you?" she purred. A brief, pregnant silence, broken only by Steve's heavy breathing....

Without warning then they jumped on him and started to claw at his trousers and jacket, getting his pants down and his jacket off before Steve quite knew what had hit him!

Steve made an attempt to thrust them away, but his hands-closing on their soft, rounded flesh--trembled with excitement. Numbly, he stood there: feeling the girls' warmth all around him as they stripped him completely and began to fondle his prong. They made appreciative murmurs at the vigorous size of his weapon; taking it in turns to touch the swollen red crest, running their fingers over every inch of his manhood until Steve closed his eyes in sheer pleasure.

Steve began to put his arms around their shoulders, feeling them moving down onto their knees, still clutching his penis, still examining it intimately with their fingers. Steve leaned back against the cool glass of the mirror. He was now aware of a softer, moister sensation on his prod: and he knew without glancing down that the girls were kissing his penis-pressing their wet, gorgeously female lips to his knob and running their mouths slowly up and down its length.

Delicate, probing fingers lifted his balls, roving tenderly along the scrotum, caressing the thick ridge of flesh and sending a jolt of excitement all along his penis. This was an agony of pleasure to Steve! He tensed his body for the next gliding caress; shuddering with ecstasy as the gentle fingers repeated the wonderful movement again and again....

The sensations that he was feeling were centered around his loins. And Steve didn't pay any attention to the fact that the girls were slipping something discreetly onto his body with their free hands.

Steve didn't open his eyes. He wasn't even sure that he could. Nor did he resist when his feet were fitted into the legs of a silky garment; and it was drawn softly upwards, stretching tautly around his thighs, the girls giggling quietly as they watched the pair of pale pink panties slowly covering the man's legs!

Now the hands petting his pud seemed to intensify their fondling, holding it between their open mouths and passing their tongues lasciviously up and down its straining, stiff-fleshed length, watching in the far mirror the progress of their work....

Steve didn't react until the wildly tight silk reached his upper thighs.

Now he could feel his legs being drawn together under some curious constraint-and he opened his eyes in shocked disbelief as the knowledge of what Maria and Roxie were doing to him finally sank home!

"My God, you shouldn't be-you...know!" he gasped brokenly, trying to pull away from them again, despite his ecstasy at their expert mouthing. "I'm not going to put those things on!"

Maria hushed him. "If you make too much noise, somebody will come in! And you wouldn't want to be seen like this, now would you?"

Steve was astounded by their kinky game. He read the lightly disguised threat in the girl's voice. What she really meant was: "If you make a scene or try to stop us, we'll make damn sure that the whole shop knows what we're doing to you!"

He felt helpless. All resistance had stopped. There seemed to be no alternative but to accept their unspoken blackmail. Steve felt more embarrassed than at any other time in his life-but he comforted himself with the thought that nobody need know about his humiliation. And a small, secret voice insisted that it wasn't altogether unpleasant to feel the tight silk against his thighs. And to know that in a few moments it would be drawn adhesively around his hips and genitals....

Maria and Roxie were kneeling on either side of his body now: each girl attending to one leg of the panties, tugging it higher and higher-until, at last, the briefs were drawn firmly over Steve's balls and prod.

Now, there was more than half of his prong protruding from the tautly-stretched waistband, and Maria studied it thoughtfully for a moment. She chewed her lower lip pensively, then caught hold of the throbbing, crimson crown, pinching it firmly between her forefinger and thumb.

"Let's just do something about this!" the girl said decisively. "It looks obscene-sticking out like that!"

Maria, with a little help from her friend, began to twist his knob sideways; forcing it into a painful horizontal position and then, while Roxie held the panties as far away from Steve's body as they would stretch, she thrust it down...squashing the tool and burying it finally and completely beneath the tiny, vee-shaped woman's briefs.

Steve's prong seemed to be a throbbing shaft of pain. Now at its full erection, the shaft felt terribly compressed under its sheath of silk-bulging fatly outwards and burning with a quick, throbbing intensity.

"Now that's more like it. You look like a real girl now!" Maria cried.

Now Maria removed her hand and planted a long kiss on the middle of Steve's weapon. Roxie ran her fingers up the back of his thigh caressing his lean buttocks through the tight silk. Slowly, the girls shuffled closer together in front of the strangely-clad man. They played with each other's breasts while he looked down at them; but their main concern was with Steve's hard doodle-the sight of it bulging so strenuously against the panties making them feel itchy and moist in the area of their cunts.

Both girls turned their faces towards him. Maria and Roxie pressed their lips to the trapped tool and tongued it through the pink gauze of the briefs.

Their cheeks brushed together, eyes half-closed, each girl taking a fair portion of the thick, pulsing bang-bang.

Steve suddenly felt their warm, soft mouths wandering backwards and forwards on his whang; soaking the thin, stretched panties and making his sex ache with a terrible longing to be free of its tight restraint. And yet, at the same time, he was aware of a fervent excitement in his odd predicament: a deep, unconscious desire to prolong the situation, suffer the humiliation of wearing the mini-briefs and admit that he was thrilled by what the girls had done to him....

Their bizarre behavior was being reflected in a huge, veined mirror. Crouching in front of the man, the two girls continued to fondle at each other's breasts and nipples-but their other hands were indulging in even more intimate caresses.

The palms of both girls had been resting on Steve's ass, but they were now, by mutual consent, striving to push upwards beneath the ridiculously abbreviated seat of the panties and gain access to the man's anus!

They squirmed and fumbled and finally managed to thrust their fingers under the tightly-molded hem and they fondled into the ass-crease-Maria's hand approaching the forbidden territory from above the waistband, Roxie's fingers pushing into the cleft from below.

"Why not just enjoy it?" Roxie suggested. She pinched his left buttock sharply, making tears rise in Steve's eyes. "Keep the muscles slack, or I'll give your prod a bite you'll never forget!"

Roxie stretched her mouth wide to accompany the threat. Her teeth closed around the entire width of his penis, sinking them slowly-but not too sharply!-into the stiff, saliva-saturated shaft.

Steve felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He fought the impulse to clench his ass tight, keeping the cheeks un-tensed while Roxie roved her forefinger quickly between them and pressed the firm pad against his bunghole!

Now they took it in turns to penetrate his butt, first Roxie and then Maria frigging deep into the orifice...tickling and making him writhe with an almost unbearable torture.

Roxie was the first to relent. Her lips had been sucking at the crown of Steve's penis for the past five minutes, drawing the tender head outwards by wrapping her lips tightly around the thick arrow. She couldn't wait any longer to feel its nude flesh on her tongue-thrilling through it was to suck his whang through the encasement of silk panties.

Now the girl took her hand from Maria's breast and tugged the waistband outwards, permitting Steve's rod to swing upwards into a vertical position. It burst free of the elastic reinforcement around the briefs and swelled proudly in the air: only an inch or two of its length still contained by the panties.

Roxie raised her face before her friend could take the initiative once more. She gobbled the naked crown between her lips, attacking the prick wildly-her blonde hair streaming down to hide what she was doing to it, one side of her face pressed tightly against Steve's belly.

Roxie's mouth sank further and further down the shaft. She used her tongue to torment the hot, moist flesh, feeling it riding against the roof of her mouth as she sucked harder; knowing that Maria was tilting her own head upwards-contenting herself with taking Steve's balls between her lips and caressing the wrinkled sack strongly in the wetness of her mouth.

Poor Steve! He had never in his life shot a load into a girl's throat! And he felt a curious reluctance to give vent to his desire even now....

But their fingers were still tickling high up into his anus: ass-frigging him with alternate gentleness and anger-until he felt so weak and giddy from their combined attentions that the mirrored room began to swirl and blur, their many reflections seeming to rush in ever-increasing circles before his half-closed eyes....

There was no longer any chance to exercise control! Steve thrust his stomach out, feeling the soft skin of Roxie's cheek rubbing on it as the girl valiantly worked her mouth hastily up and down his shaft.

Suddenly the paroxysm of climax jolted through him, taking his body and shaking it into a fury of jolting lust. He held his muscles as tense as possible, straining his extension upwards as it jetted and pulsed into the warmth of Roxie's open lips.

Steve could feel her fingers trapped in the cleft of his butt, one of them stuck high up his anal passage. His balls lolled against Maria's tongue-making the entire area of his loins ablaze with passion.

His tormented penis issued forth more and more of the rich sperm. Steve couldn't hold it back! He spent lavishly, creaming his seed until Roxie sensed that she had wrung the last spasm of juice from his manhood.

Then, as the other girl drew her lips over the soaking, trembling organ, Maria gave her a violent push in the chest, sending her sprawling away from their victim!

Now Maria knelt in front of Steve, bringing her breasts tightly together around his tool-and by rubbing them skillfully and quickly, she succeeded in producing a further outflow of spunk from the tube.

The valley between her tits was suddenly splattered with the white foam which felt hot and sticky. The foam washed over and tickled her nipples while she swiftly frigged her finger into her vee and brought herself to orgasm....

Steve's knees were sagging helplessly, and he slid slowly to the floor as the girls moved out of contact with his body. His back against the mirror, the panties still stretched tautly around his hips, the script-writer wore an expression of utter bliss-the dreamy smile remaining on his face even as he lapsed into an exhausted, sated slumber.

"Sonofabitch!" Roxie hissed. "You've got one hell of a nerve, Demis Fleur! That scene wasn't in the script-and you didn't even think of it until we went in there to deep Dane quiet!"

There was no way that she could sustain her indignation. A smile appeared on her lips, and she gave the grinning director a savage but friendly poke in the ribs.

"How in the hell could I let an opportunity like that pass by?" Fleur drawled. "Besides, you both knew damn well that a two-way mirror had been fitted in the cubicle! I had the cameras all set up for filming the scene we had planned: why not take advantage of the circumstances?"

"Well, anyhow...." She gestured towards the closed curtains of the changing room. Inside, Steve Dane was scrambling hurriedly back into his clothes; his face beet-root red and his body shaking as if possessed by fever. "We killed two birds with one stone, baby! He certainly won't bother us any more-and we've got an extra scene in the can!

"Wait'll he tries to prove that he didn't volunteer to play in our movie! His acting was very, very realistic!"

Fleur extended his hand and gave Roxie's nipple an affectionate pinch.

"Okay," he said briskly. "Let's get back to work! I want to get a lot of sleep in tonight, ready for the big, big scene on Wednesday. Incidentally...." He turned to Lillian. "Has your contact come up with some acid yet?"

Lillian nodded. "Fifty tablets-more than enough LSD for what you need. And it's top quality, too,"

Lillian added quickly. "The very best! It came in from Yugoslavia last night."

"Crazy! Okay, boys and girls!" Fleur snapped his fingers, studiously ignoring the shame-faced figure who crept quietly past him. "We're back to the scheduled shooting-let's go!"

Steve Dane loosened a sigh of relief as he tiptoed through the doorway and gained the safety of the street. He ducked under the rope cordon, darting his eyes to the left and right before he turned up his coat collar and hurried away down the crowded pavements of Carnaby Street....

As he hurried through the thickening crowds, his mind was as crowded as were the streets. Only, unlike the tangibles rubbing elbows with him along Carnaby, his thoughts were the intangibles of erotic desire and anticipation....

CHAPTER NINE The Wide Screen Freak-Out

The sedan moved cautiously through the evening drizzle wetting down the London countryside. Inside, the driving compartment of Karl's car was a sound chamber of the Beatle's latest disc, a repetitive, mournful rendering.

Karl snapped the volume control toward a more muted outgo. It was hard enough concentrating on the driving without putting up with Ringo Starr playing the drums poorly, but effectively.

A chill of elation ran the length of his hunched-over body as he thought of the night's filming ahead. He would be appearing in his first motion picture!

He began to regret not having taken his wife up on her outspoken desire to come along as a spectator. He shrugged, however, and goosed the gas pedal. He'd make the studio in another twenty minutes. Again he thought of his wife. But Jane would only get in the way: and, in any case, he wanted it to be a surprise for her-anticipating her cry of recognition when she saw him on the screen at the premiere!

Karl hummed with the record as he sped through the darkening countryside, watching as the headlights quickly ate up the miles and brought him nearer to his destination. At last Karl turned in at the studio gates. He identified himself to the guard, then drove carefully up the private road. Nearly all the buildings were without lights at this late hour.

Fleur was already in the studio, sitting on the floor, surrounded by his cronies. They were all dressed in what amounted to the hippie "uniform": untidy, shoulder-length hair; dazzling kaftans or psychedelic shirts; fringed trousers which were mostly black or as brilliantly patterned as their shirts.

Karl recognized the smell of marijuana coming from their direction, but he no longer felt apprehensive about the effects of the mild hallucinogen. Following his recent experiences with the drug, he accepted that it was far more interesting-and much less dangerous!-than alcohol or nicotine....

The set represented an expensive, palatial house in London's Mayfair. It was the home of the character played by Roxie Keene-after she had risen to the top of the social ladder by marrying a property millionaire. She had been making a final, desperate attempt to conquer her nymphomania, but a chance meeting with one of her old boy friends had proved too much for her....

In Steve's original script, the girl was to have committed suicide after realizing that she could never be cured of her insatiable desire for sex. But Fleur decided on a more off-beat ending. He had re-written the screenplay, making her hold a wild party in her respectable husband's house; inviting all the weird characters she had known in the past to an orgy of drugs, sex, and destruction....

But, instead of suffering remorse and guilt, she said goodbye to the suffocating, upper-class life and accepted her destiny as a "lost soul" without fear or regret.

Fleur took Karl aside and explained to him how the sequence was going to be shot.

"Far as I know, we're keeping the cameras right back from the action. There'll be zoom shots for the close-ups, but I want the actors to be as mobile as possible. I'm going to shoot thousands of feet of film: getting maybe a fifteen-minute sequence out of six hours' material. Now, don't worry about a thing!"

Fleur put his arms around Karl's shoulder and led the producer towards the dressing rooms.

"We've got a girl who'll fix you up with the right kind of clothes. When you're dressed, come on out and by that time we should be about ready to roll the cameras."

Within ten minutes, Karl emerged wearing a loose kaftan, cool beneath the blazing arc-lights, a pair of rumpled white jeans and sandals in place of his Hush Puppy shoes. His face had received attention from the make-up department and an impressive false beard gave him the convincing look of an aging but authentic hippie.

Karl felt quite pleased with his appearance. The superficial alterations made him feel younger, changing his character in a subtle way; so that when he looked in a mirror, he experienced a delighted surprise!

But the man who stared back at him was like a dream image to Karl-the type of person he had often thought he would like to have become. Mysterious, artistic, a compelling and world-weary magnetism about his features....

It seemed like a private fantasy! Karl stroked his beard carefully, feeling the years dropping away from him, feeling his association with Allen Mason to be a ghastly nightmare. It hadn't really happened-he hadn't devoted most of his life to making cheap, un-artistic pictures that nobody wanted to see! He was a drop-out from this lousy Western society! He, Karl Murrey, was a wild, drug-taking young hippie; a failure in business, certainly, but a success in the really important, real goals of life....

But the illusion was growing as Karl took his place among the other "extras" in the party scene and began chatting to them while waiting for Fleur's instructions. Lillian, Roxie and Maria-who had a short scene together before the rest of them "arrived"-came over, too, and Karl found that he was able to talk freely to the girls; totally unembarrassed about his intimacy with them a few days ago.

Fleur, at last, was ready to shoot. He called for silence, and addressing Karl in particular (since most of the others already knew what was required of them), announced that he wanted as much spontaneity as possible.

"Ignore the cameras," he instructed. "Forget that you're in a movie, that you're getting paid for what you're doing...Forget everything-except making this the wildest party you've ever thrown!"

Karl was surprised when Fleur gave no further advice or direction to his actors. He walked away from them, disappearing into the confusion of cameras, cables, dollies and cranes....

Moments later, Karl heard his voice shouting for silence. It came from "upstairs"-the set being a multi-story structure, designed with open-fronted rooms on two levels. Like a stage set, the rooms faced outwards-enabling the crane-mounted cameras to sweep up or down in front of them, filming wherever Fleur directed.

Fleur was starting with a brief sequence in the upper bedroom, a stormy argument between Roxie, Maria, and Lillian which would lead directly into the party scene when the two latter girls ran downstairs in disgust and came face to face with the wild party which was just warming up....

While the girls got into position, one of Fleur's American friends-also playing in the crowd scene with Karl-nudged the producer and, as Karl turned round, tipped three tablets into his palm.

"Do it now man," he advised. "Demis wants us looking real groovy when he opens up on this little scene!"

Karl stared down at the small, light blue pills. He shrugged, assuming that they were some kind of amphetamine, cupped his hand to mouth and swallowed them quickly. Probably the American was right. He felt extremely nervous now, knowing that in just a few minutes he would be the target of Fleur's cine-cameras. It wouldn't hurt to get high, and a mild euphoria might well cut out the tension he was feeling and make him more confident, more self-assured in the role he was going to play....

"Real cool man!" Fleur's friend clapped Karl on the shoulder. "They're fast-working-you'll start to feel a cool, beautiful little buzz in a couple of minutes!"

Karl smiled. But when, less than five minutes after taking the tablets, he felt a gradual swirling of his mind, a blanketing rather than a sharpening of his faculties, he went back to the American and asked him if there had been a mistake in the pills; if he hadn't been given tranquilizers rather than stimulants. The words he spoke seemed to echo unnaturally in Karl's ears, as if they were coming from a vast, hollow arena. The arena was inside his head, though-growing larger every moment, expanding until his brain felt a hundred times larger than before. He could scarcely finish his sentence, the effort of framing questions appearing at once ludicrous and futile....

The American laughed, "Pep-pills?" His mild chuckling sounded horribly harsh and grating to Karl's ears: a noise dredged up from hell itself. "That was 500 micrograms of the best acid money can buy! Who wants to take speed when you've got trip material like this?"

"LSD?" Karl fumbled around in his mind, but couldn't put a proper name to the slang expression.

"Come off it! Acid! Lysergic acid, man! L-S-D," the American spelled out slowly. "What's the matter? Are you floating so high already that you can't understand me, dad?"

The American's words struck down into Karl's disorientated mind like a hammer-blow. Fear clutched him suddenly, its icy fingers plunging deep into every part of his body. A terror of the unknown seized him-as Karl realized that at this very moment the horror-drug was coursing through his bloodstream and subtlety changing the chemistry of his brain!

Karl reeled on his feet, and if the American hadn't grabbed both his arms he would have crumpled to the floor.

"Cool it down man! You're not supposed to pass out yet! We've got a hell of a lot of fucking to do first. Look at me-am I giving up?"

He sensed Karl's inexperience with the drug, and adopted a kindly attitude and gently shook him until the producer's eyes opened again.

"Hold on to my arms" he advised. "You mustn't let the acid overwhelm you. You control it, not the other way around! Just keep one foot in touch with reality-that's all it takes. Don't worry, man, you'll be fine!"

With the American's guidance, Karl gradually learned to cope with the LSD effect. Slowly, he found that he was able to support himself without leaning on the man; and pretty soon he found that he could maintain a certain awareness of what was taking place around him.

But what was happening around him? In Karl's hallucinated eyes, it seemed to have taken on a totally different aspect: the colors of the walls and the equipment blazing and clashing far more riotously than before...the dimensions of the studio somehow greatly enlarged and alien....

But the movement of any kind-even the shifting of his weight from one foot to the other-acted as kind of temporary "antidote" to the psychedelic experience. It diverted his mind from the unique visions which had started to swim through his brain, focusing his attention on the alleged "reality" of the world about him.

Karl braced himself. He was still determined to go through with the filming, despite the cruel trick which Fleur had played on him. A stubborn streak in his nature insisted that he proved himself to the young people around him. He vowed that, whatever happened, he wouldn't let them see that he was a 40-year-old square-or that he was scared to death of the drugs which they regarded so casually.

Then as Karl straightened his shoulders, he heard Fleur's voice come thundering through the many amplifiers:

"Lights!

"Camera!

"Roll 'em!! "

The scene was now in progress. Only minutes remained before the cameras swung to cover the action on the level where Karl was standing.

And the scene was set for Karl's second great shock of the evening-the revelation that the "wild party" was going to be nothing less than a full-scale, no-holds-barred sexual orgy-now ticked steadily nearer for the still largely-unsuspecting

Murrey!

He was a living monument to the timeless cliché, ignorance is bliss.

CHAPTER TEN Close-Up of Lust

The raucous blasting music slammed against the ears of the crowd clustered together in small groups throughout the room. Some were dancing frenziedly. Others were already fondling each other sexually. And in one corner, one couple was completely nude and locked in a passionate embrace.

The spirit throughout was one of total abandon. At the edge of the patio, a girl stood in only her panties. Her arms were out-stretched as she gyrated crazily to the mad rhythm slamming forth from the stereo system.

At her side, a bearded hippie splashed garish purple and red colored paint along the lean curves of her body. He moved around the girl, dipping his brush into a variety of different-colored paint-pots-quickly daubing her breasts, belly and back with wild streaks of red, green, orange and blue. She was securely locked in her private reveries, paying almost no attention to the tickling of the brush as it moved swiftly over her flesh.

Now he stepped back, looking at the results. He frowned, somewhat displeased with the pattern which ran across her bosom. Laying his paintbrush aside, the boy spat into his hand and rubbed his palm over and under her breasts-smearing the colors into a mess of evil-looking hues until an insane rainbow seemed to be arcing across the girl's body.

She rocked her hips, swaying, oblivious to him. Even when he drew down her panties, urging the scanty briefs over her legs and ankles, she merely raised one foot so that he could pull them off, and continued her grinding.

With a flourish, he completed a fourth multicolored pattern on her thighs and buttocks: turning the brush furiously in her pubic triangle, altering the color of her sex bush until the dark hairs were stained an unnatural but eye-catching blue!

Now he jumped around the girl like a gibbering chimpanzee, tearing his own clothes completely off-revealing a pinched, white body which he thrust against the girl's, holding himself against her with his belly rubbing into the wet, discolored cheeks of her ass.

His arms grabbed her around the waist drawing and pulling her close against his own body-still holding the paint brush in one hand. When her thighs opened under the pressure of his fingers, he began to tickle the lips of her vagina with its hairs; slowly but surely inserting the soft, long strands into the opened slit, working the thin handle into her quim and frigging it gently around inside the girl's sex!

His prod was like a steel truncheon as he pressed against her. She kept her arms raised above her head, but they were not describing a series of delicate, weaving movements-her hands running through the boy's long hair as she squirmed sexily back against his body, encouraging him to Slide the brash deeper and more urgently into her pussy.

Karl turned his back to the exhibitionists, and stumbled towards a modern, black leather couch on which two girls were cavorting. He stood in front of them, swaying a little, his eyes finding difficulty in focusing.

Their hands delved greedily between the open thighs. Their short skirts were hiked up around their waists. They were fondling up and down the silk pouch which stretched across their crotches. Karl felt himself sinking down on his knees, and he reached out his hands, clutching at the girls for support.

Karl rested his palms heavily upon their thighs and they broke their kiss to glance at him, an understanding smile appearing on their faces. One of the girls, a luscious and very young-looking brunette, put her hand on top of Karl's then pulled his fingers quickly up the inside of her leg until they were touching the hot, bare flesh just beneath her panties.

Simultaneously, she pressed her other hand firmly on his head, pushing him down until his face was buried between her thighs. The warm, musky smell of her sex poured into Karl's nostrils, the faint odor of her female excitement greatly heightened by the LSD.

Karl snuggled down, resting his mouth on the panty-crotch. The girl closed her eyes blissfully, stroking Karl's hair and running her fingers down to his neck-nape in a lingering, tender caress.

The girl's other hand resumed its fondling at her girl friend's loins-now sliding beneath the tight vee of the briefs and beginning, slowly, to urge the moist lips apart....

Karl, who retained his own hand on the second girl's thigh, rubbed his palm higher up her leg. He slipped his fingers into the other side of her pants and entwined them with the lesbian's. Their combined digits now succeeded in peeling the soft labia open...their forefingers sinking into the girl's very wet quim and pressing lovingly together as they were thrillingly inserted....

Both girls kissed again, examining each other's tongues with their lips, drawing all the moisture from them and then allowing their own saliva to trickle sexily into their partner's mouth.

Karl was growing rather frustrated! His lips were tired of kissing the intimate slit through the girl's panties-and he passed his free hand beneath her buttocks, feeling for the waistband of the briefs and tugging strongly on the scanty, skin-tight silk.

He removed his head from her lap as quickly as possible, as pulled her panties down her legs. Then drawing a deep breath, he plunged his face back into the girl's open thighs-back to that nude, succulent heat which unfolded so temptingly from her pubic hair.

Karl greedily sucked the two fleshy lips hard into his mouth. They bulged in a beautiful pouting shape between his clenched teeth, and Karl worried his tongue between them until he could taste the aromatic juices seeping sexily along his tongue and down his throat.

Karl did not notice the camera, and it was completely disregarded by the others participating in the orgy-Fleur's cameras moved up and down on their cranes, busily recording every detail of the party, making use of wide-angle lenses and zoom shots to capture the scene. There was no need at all for Fleur to supervise the proceedings: he had asked for spontaneity and improvisation-and he was certainly getting it!

It appeared that about half of the "extras" were indulging in sexual activity of one kind or other by now. Some of them had even reached the advanced stages; totally naked, screwing or licking at the sexes of their partners with uninhibited zest.

Roxie was supposed to be drawn gradually into the orgy, at first hesitating before she finally succumbed to the abandoned revels which she herself had organized. And Maria and Lillian, against their will, were dragged into the spirit of the party-LSD pills being forced down their throats by a group of the more reckless hippies....

As Roxie wandered among the seething bodies, the two girls were seized, and their captors brought them struggling to the carpet-the men holding them down and pinching their nostrils, while their girl friends dropped the powerful tablets into their mouths.

Both men continued to sit on Maria and Lillian, leisurely fondling the girls through their clothing while they waited for the LSD to take effect....

Roxie, herself, meanwhile, was gradually being aroused by two particularly well-built muscle men.

She stood between them, her shoulders only reaching as far as their chests-the tall glamour-girl dwarfed by their powerful physiques.

Roxie was dressed in a pair of skin-colored tights beneath a leather micro-skirt, and listened as both men stooped and whispered in her ears. Her lips parted in surprise at their suggestion, and for a moment her face registered disapproval. But then, encouraged by the hands which were wandering around her waist and down to her buttocks, the girl offered no resistance when the men-clothed only in brief, leopard-skin trunks-walked her to the foot of the staircase.

As they climbed the stairs, their hands slipped down to cover Roxie's bottom, the muscular youths taking one cheek apiece; their fingers growing bolder with each upward step, fondling into the flesh-mounds beneath the girl's tiny dress.

Now they were at the first bedroom and one of the cameras was tracking with them. One of the men left Roxie and crossed to the spacious double-bed. He sprawled on the eider down, resting his hand behind his neck, the fat line of his penis standing out from beneath the tight leotards.

Roxie, her hips still encircled by the second man's arm, his hand under her skirt and intimately kneading the right cheek of her ass, slowly moved towards him. And while her companion unzipped her dress, she bent over the bed...her fingers working into the elastic top of the reclining boy's briefs and pulling them down over his belly, his stiff prong and his thighs!

The lovely young girl began to kiss his penis immediately, moving her lips softly up and down the limp flesh until it rose-stiffening and thickening to an erection inside her mouth, unwinding with sudden vigor as Roxie put her tongue along its thick under-vein and tenderly caressed it....

The first man was somewhat behind her. One of his hands began to slip under her thighs and, fondling her groove through the stretched gauze of her tights, the first man helped her out of the dress and enjoyed the freedom of running his other hand all over her partly-clothed charms. He teased her breasts-which had flopped nakedly into view after the removal of her dress, since Roxie wore no brassiere-and after lingering on her nipples for some time, turned his full attention to the girl's lower regions.

This man continued to caress her thighs, seeming to relish the sensation of fondling Roxie's shapely limbs through the tights...then-his own erection, throbbing stiffly beneath his trunks-the young man peeled her last remaining garment down Roxie's legs.

Now they were over her ankles, Roxie mouthing furiously on the other man's sex member. She could feel her nude ass cheeks being stretched open, and the sensation of a stiff shaft being probed between the orbs. Nothing daunted, the reckless girl merely stuck her behind more provocatively in the air, shifting her feet so that her legs were even more widely spread.

Roxie knew what to expect: he intended to ram into her butt, rather than her vagina-leaving the latter hole for his friend!

When he had found the tiny entrance, he pulled the flesh of her butt globes rudely aside, his thumbs buried in the inner walls of the girl's bottom. His weapon thrust forward-sending hot fire leaping into Roxie's body-a tearing sensation filling her anus with agonies of pain!

As though by a compulsion, she tightened her mouth on the flesh she was licking, making the boy squirm, his body tensing with his own pain as the girl's teeth sank cruelly into his tender meat!

However, the worst part of the entrance was now over. Steadily, the rod sank into Roxie's butt...it's stiff length burrowing deeply up the amazingly hot channel. Soon, she could feel his hard, muscular belly thrusting against her buttocks: preparing to drive his prong furiously in and out.....

But there was one final step to be taken. Roxie let the penis she was kissing escape from her full, sensuous lips. She braced herself, the second man's arms wound tightly around her waist, and moved slowly and carefully onto the bed; managing to climb on top of the recumbent muscle-boy without losing the purchase of the dork which was already stuck inside her buttocks!

It seemed as though they were welded together. They were linked in a trio: Roxie being raised slightly by her first lover so that his friend could work his charger into the girl's quim.

After loud grunts and groans followed by straining muscles, the task was accomplished. Roxie felt both of her vulnerable openings crammed with pulsing maleness, her body sandwiched between the two virile men, sensations of blissful, total pleasure streaming through the girl as she was screwed in a gentle, considerate manner by her powerful possessors.

They established a carefully-timed rhythm, one man thrusting upwards while the other withdrew. And Roxie herself deliciously between the naked male flesh! Her thighs spread-eagled and her knees slightly bent so that her rear lover could attack her ass more easily.

At the same time, downstairs in the lounge, Fleur's second and third were concentrating upon the "ordeal" which Maria and Lillian were suffering.. .

These two girls were now intoxicated by the LSD, their acting greatly assisted by the fact that real acid had, of course, been given to them. Stripped naked, they were being spanked and whipped by three equally nude girls-while, beneath them, lunging strongly upwards into their respective quims, lay two young men.

The men were holding Maria and Lillian around the tops of their thighs, hands pressing tightly into the white-fleshed legs, making it impossible for either girl to dodge the steady rain of blows which were falling on their asses.

The spanking had no pretense or trickery about it The imprints left by the girls' palms as they swung again and again into Maria or Lillian's bottoms left no doubt that the punishment was in earnest.

They smacked their hands downwards, vigorously making the creamy flesh quiver and contract with pain: while the boys deliberately arched their own buttocks off the floor to make the girls they were fucking present an even better target to the spankers.

But the third girl, however, was wielding a thin, springy cane. And she was obviously inflicting the most pain on Maria and Lillian-even though her strokes were relatively infrequent.

And when they did land, their impact was cruel and merciless. The long bamboo stick would thwack across both girls' buttocks at the same time-reaching out over their bodies and descending in a sharp cracking whistle onto the bare, thrust-out flesh.

The girl holding the cane was not quite naked herself. Drawn up and laced tightly around the tops of her thighs was a pair of plastic-coated boots; their thin stiletto heels raising her so that she towered over the other girls. The kinky, jet-black footwear was molded to her long, superbly curved legs, shining glossily as the innumerable network of eyelets forced the material constrictingly against the girl's thighs.

Both girls wriggled impotently. Both Maria and Lillian were torn between pleasure at the deep rhythm of the cocks as they drove in and out of their cunts, and the ceaseless, sore-making spanking-which was interrupted with the even more hurtful lash of the cane!

The girls could feel their bottoms growing hot and stinging; while the tautly-stretched skin of their vaginas became saturated with an uneven, helpless flow of love-juice-the stimulated slits foaming plentifully and lubricating the two pricks beneath them until the male organs twitched more and more furiously inside the girls' tender red holes.

It seemed that every conceivable form of sexual activity was now in progress. Straightforward boy-and-girl fucking; sodomy; two girls smothering each other's cunts with warm, wet kisses; couples adopting so many varied positions that the set closely resembled a conscious illustration of the "Marquis de Sade Primer"!

Karl had now tongued both the young lesbians he was engaged with. In turn, they had filled his mouth with their sex-fluid-returning the compliment by sucking his prick until the spunk gushed out...spattering over their lips-as the girls competed with each other to receive the tribute!

Karl discovered that his sex urge was fantastically magnified by LSD. Even though he had ejaculated an enormous amount of juice during his orgasm, Karl found this desire was as strong as ever!

Now he climbed up onto the couch and was helped by one of the girls to fit his wet, angry knob securely into her friend's slit. They let on their side, her right leg thrust out across Karl's hip, while the second girl took Karl's place on the floor: kneeling and facing them, her hands skillfully employed in guiding his shiny red staff to its goal....

As soon as the couple were linked, their bodies rocking back and forth in sexual unison, she kept her fingers stuck between their thighs-fondling Karl's charger as it rode out of the girl's quim and tickling it until the shaft re-entered the milky, gaping slot.

For posterity, the cameras were recording the flood of orgasms which had started to erupt-both upstairs and down!

Fleur himself was staring through the view-finder at Roxie and her two muscle-men. By filming the trio from their rear angle, he was able to capture the full impact of their performances: and his own member grew harder as he saw the rod lunging in and out of Roxie's butt-driving down between the girl's spread cheeks and bulging fatly as it jetted sperm high into her body.

The throbbing, jolting motion of the man's climax reverberated through the thin membrane-making the lower man lunge upwards at a furious rate, sliding his penis urgently up and down the juice-filled slot of Roxie's beautiful gap, and finally spunking his load thickly into the girl's front passageway....

Maria and Lillian's partners were spending at almost the same moment-and the girls who were spanking the two actresses increased their efforts strenuously. They slapped harder and harder into the writhing bum-globes, then made way for the formidable cane-handler.

Her arm raised, lifting her big, ripe-nippled breasts, then swung it down again, holding her wrist loosely so that the springy cane vibrated stingingly across both Maria's ass and Lillian's!

Both girls cried out in anguish and pain, but the smarting cut was soon forgotten as they felt a lumpy fluid suddenly coursing up into their quims. Grinding lustfully on top of the boys, they humped themselves like heated mares-suddenly stiffening...going completely tense as the glorious moment of climax arrived!

Karl's second orgasm of the night was building up, raging slowly through his body, making him grit his teeth and plow wildly in and out of his girl's female organ; anticipating the mind-shattering zenith of his lust and remembering how awe-inspiring it had been before.

Karl could feel the second girl raking her sharp fingernails swiftly down the underside of his tool, scratching the almost-climaxing weapon until it dug even more thickly into its female counterpart.

Karl now gave up gladly the tenuous hold on reality...plunging into the bottomless shaft that opened up in his mind, letting his whole being disintegrate in vivid, pyrotechnic light-his ego shriveling before the blinding brightness. A terrifying yet ecstatic awareness exploded through his senses, fusing them and making Karl a part of the greater cosmic reality....

As his sperm began to spray into the girl's body, he felt as if he were traveling with it-his entire body reduced to the dimensions of a single spermatozoa, flooding through the wide, wet walls into the womb: like the travelers in Fantastic Voyage.

This experience left him completely shattered. Both his body and his mind felt utterly depleted, and Karl sank almost immediately into a profound sleep, his penis still wedged tightly in the girl's pulsing, gently trickling orifice.

With a vague, nebulous awareness, he sensed a hand on his shoulder. But it wasn't until his body was shaken roughly that Karl slowly opened his eyes and came out of his trance-like slumber.

"Hey, baby, time to make it home!"

Karl sat up dazedly. His mind was almost splitting with tension. Fleur was standing over him, but the studio was deserted; the arc-lights switched off, the gray whiteness of dawn beginning to filter through the large sound-stage.

"Good Lord," Karl moaned. Memories flooded back into his brain. "What the hell happened last night? First the LSD, then a bloody orgy!" He buried his head in his hands. "Christ, I could kill you if I didn't feel so sick, Fleur! You bastard, you didn't shoot any of the scenes that were in the script-all that fornication! I must be mad to--. "

Demis Fleur shook his head sympathetically. "Hey, hold on a minute!" he said. "You must have had a really weird trip, Murrey! Nothing unusual happened here last night-you were just hallucinating, man!"

Demis whistled in disbelief. "I wish I could get visions of orgies and beautiful, naked girls when I take LSD, Murrey! You're a lucky guy!"

"Are you trying to tell me that I imagined that all this went on?" Karl asked incredulously. "It was all a dream-a goddamn vision?"

"I guess you better believe it!" Fleur said. He patted Karl's shoulder. "Don't let it throw you, Murrey! You did a great job in the movie, even if you don't remember what you were doing!"

Now, as Fleur walked away, Karl stared after him; wondering. He was still undecided about the events of the previous night when the charwomen came in and began to sweep the littered, untidy studio....

As the charwomen worked, they were oblivious to the fact that only moments earlier, a wanton orgy that would have left the Roman conquerors speechless, had taken place within the confines of these rooms.

CHAPTER ELEVEN Amazement at Edinburgh

People had surged into the small Scottish town from the four corners of the world to participate in the garish fourteen day film Festival. While it was virtually impossible to obtain lodgings anywhere, Fleur had made reservations in advance. His "Crew" were installed in an expensive suite at the Grand Hotel on Princess Street.

A crisp chill hung over the clean little city. Its well kept parks and gardens vicing with the outlying countryside in fragrance was a delight to behold during the late July days. A Northern breeze came down from the Highlands.

Fleur had already spent several months editing his film into a final version, and so far he had managed to forestall Allen Mason's insistence that he "take a look at the baby...." Behind Mason's back, he had entered the movie in a competition; persuading the organizers of the festival that it would be a great publicity stunt to have an unnamed, mysterious film advertised-about which nobody had any information!

Fleur had a notable genius for getting people to do exactly what he wanted them to do, and it worked even with the staid, reticent Scots. Well aware of Fleur's reputation, and mindful that his talent for attracting world-wide publicity would add profit to their festival, the organizers had accepted the

American's plan. His film would be billed as "the big surprise of the Festival," the utmost secrecy would be maintained about its director, its stars, even its production company! And it went without saying that the organizers themselves had only the faintest idea of the nature of Fleur's picture!

In sync with the Edinburgh premiere, Fleur had arranged to preview the film for Allen Mason and Karl Murrey in Wardour Street. By the time they recovered from the shock, it would be much too late for them to stop the Edinburgh screening.

In addition, it had taken a final precaution. It was: that no matter what happened, the picture would be shown in its entirety! He and two of his colleagues would be in the projection-booth, securely barricaded behind locked doors....

Fleur could care less what might happen after the screening. That would be an anti-climax. He would have achieved his purpose; his kicks at making the film and cocking two fingers at the commercial film industry would have been concluded.

And now-as he walked into the plush Odeon cinema with Roxie and Lillian by his side-Fleur was about to savor his two hours of triumph. In the crowded foyer he caught snatches of conversation, guesses were being made about the film which was being premiered in a few minutes, the tuxedo and tiara set out in force-giving Fleur and his companions a withering glance of disapproval as they passed by in their hippie outfits....

Fleur couldn't help laughing to himself. They were in for an almighty shock in a moment, he thought. Those stuffed-shirts with their fat, sexless wives! They'd sit in their armchair seats stunned out of their tiny lives by what he was going to show them!

The manager greeted him and showed him upstairs to the projection room. With the precious cans of film under his arm, Fleur stepped into the booth and told the resident projectionists that he didn't require their services. When they objected, he calmly thrust them outside-slamming the door in their faces and locking it. Roxie and Lillian helped him to erect a barricade, piling tables and a steel cabinet against the door until it would have taken an army of firemen to break it down!

Fleur ignored the indignant banging, fitting the first reel onto the Number One projector and checking that machine until he was confident that he could operate it as well as a professional projectionist. After telephoning down to the foyer partly to request that somebody came to remove the "noisy slobs" outside his door; partly to see if they were ready to start showing the film, he dimmed the house lights and switched the projector on....

The proud first credit line rear "Mason Motion Pictures Presents A Film by Demis Fleur...."

Fleur looked down through the small window. His eyes scanned the screen and the large auditorium: his eyes burning ecstatically in their hollow, red sockets-scars of the wearying hours he had spent cutting the film. For the next hundred and forty minutes he would enjoy the fruit of his labors.

And after that it didn't matter if they destroyed every print of the movie that was in existence.

This moment of glory was to be his, and it was something that no one could ever take away!

"That sonofabitch!" Mason screamed. "How could he do this to me? Tell me, I want to know-how could he do it?"

Tears nearly as large as horse balls streamed down his face, and the film magnate bounced up and down impotently in his chair at the preview theatre, imploring Karl Murrey to somehow justify Fleur's betrayal.

"Didn't I pay the bastard well? Well, didn't I?" Mason demanded. "I gave him his freedom, I let him do just what he wanted!" He stabbed an accusing, trembling finger at Karl. "You!" he shouted. "You were supposed to be supervising this Judas for me! What were you doing? Are you so stupid that you couldn't see what he was doing right under your goddamned nose?"

They had seen but a quarter of the film. And after the first half hour, Mason had finally found his voice and shrieked at the projectionist to stop the screening. Karl, who had half-guessed the truth before the preview had even begun, tried to slump so low in his seat that Mason might not notice him. It was, of course, a futile and doomed hope....

"My God! Think about this! A pornographic film coming out of my studio! A dirty epic of filth coming out under my name! I"

Karl interrupted in a small voice: "But didn't you think the color photography was excellent? Technically, it was quite an achievement--. "

"Screw the goddamned technicalities!" Mason screamed at the top of his voice. "Don't you realize-right at this very moment, Fleur is showing it to an audience at the Edinburgh Festival!"

Suddenly, a dangerous quiet gripped him. It was a forewarning of what might be about to happen to him, personally, and it sent adrenalin racing through Karl's veins. He tensed himself, ready for flight. But Mason's menace was concentrated on Fleur....

"Get the airport on the phone," he ordered Karl. "Tell them to get the 'plane ready for immediate takeoff. We're going to fly to Edinburgh! And when we get there-I'm going to horsewhip that goddamn Fleur all over Scotland!

"I intend to make a spectacle of that bastard: and every damned newspaper in the country is going to have a photograph of me doing it to him! Then everyone will know that I had nothing to do with the kind of picture he turned out. And more than that...." His small eyes glittered sadistically, ".... it'll give me intense personal satisfaction!"

The theatre was in an uproar. As the film's first sex scene flicked across the screen, the uproar burst into a frenzy of dismay. But to Fleur's amazement, half the audience seemed to be defending his movie-championing it against the predictable shock and outrage from the other fifty per cent.

Now the crowd's reaction was taking the form of a riot. Fleur continued to screen the film; though hardly anybody in the auditorium was able to see it! Later, after he had doggedly ran the last reel through the projector-paying no attention to the uproar outside the projection-booth-Fleur and the girls had been rescued by a stalwart band of his admirers and taken out of the theatre by a back exit. They were now being feted and wined at a small reception in Fleur's hotel suite: an excited, vociferous cluster of film people (among them five of Britain's most controversial directors and several highly important distributors and studio chiefs) asking questions, praising the movie and applauding Fleur's sheer nerve at making it....

While the party had been in progress for an uproarious hour, it was rudely interrupted by a red-faced, bristling man who waved an ebony riding crop, thrusting his way through the startled gathering towards Fleur. Behind him came a bespectacled, anxious figure, plucking at his sleeve with ineffectual tugs, making a last-minute attempt to calm his wrath!

Finally, Allen Mason was recognized-and before the enraged magnate could achieve his object, the crop was twisted out of his hand and he was grabbed firmly in a pair of strong, restraining arms.

"Let the hell go of me, you sonofabitch!" Mason screamed. "Let me get at the bastard-I'm going to

Now he looked closely at the man who was blocking his path and holding him in a bear-hug. he let his mouth fall open, goggling at the well-built, distinguished director: the man he would have given his right arm to have on the payroll.

"Will you quit making a damn fool of yourself, Allen!" the man said quietly. "Don't show yourself as the Philistine we all know you are! If you've got any sense at all, you'll go over and embrace Fleur-not strike him!"

Mason's voice sounded in a whining, wheedling tone, as he said, "Didn't you see what he did to me, Bancroft? I don't understand...why are you here, defending him? He made me a laughing stock, cost me a fortune, double-crossed me! What are you all doing-that crappy film was sheer filth, you can't be taking it seriously...it was just a trick-"

"For your information, that film of yours will come to be regarded as a masterpiece in five years from now!" he was told crisply. "Artistically, it's the most beautiful, brilliant representation of sex that I've ever seen! But it's more than that-much more! Don't you understand that it's an innovation, Mason: the first of its kind ever made? It will help to smash censorship wide open. Keep it under lock and key for a few years," Bancroft urged. "When the climate is right-as it will be!-, you'll make a fortune!

"And when you consider the screenings in Scandinavia, and their impact, you will have built a reputation that you never dreamed was possible! Make no mistake, Mason: whatever the squares, the Puritans and the authorities say-you've got a work of art on your hands! The fact that you'll also become a millionaire is beside the point....

Now the great man let go of Mason's arms. He strode across to Fleur, shook his hand almost humbly-and left the room!

Allen Mason stared speechlessly at his American Judas. But in his eyes there was a new respect. Bancroft's talk of "masterpiece" and "work of art" had made little impression on him. But the words "fortune" and "millionaire" were impressed firmly in his mind, echoing again and again....

The riding crop fell harmlessly to the floor. His pudgy hand went out slowly, and he crossed the room, halting in front of Fleur with a sickly grin on his face. He pumped the American's hand, his other arm going warmly around Fleur's waist.

"Didn't I tell you, I'd chosen the right man! Fleur, that was a fantastic job. You have my deepest esteem!

"Between the two of us, your ability and my knowledge of motion pictures, we will become kings of the motion picture realm!" he said breathlessly.

CHAPTER TWELVE Party Time

Mason's departure from the room seemed to signal the party's slipping into high gear. It was a high gear that found Karl Murrey amongst the most lewdly, uninhibited revelers in the room. A feeling of rebirth, rejuvenation, surged through him; his reaction to his employer's new attitude. He drained champagne by the bucket. Then, as though drawn toward them, he began mingling with the hippies as well as the more respectable guests. He chattered animatedly. The bubbles of the champagne bursting within his brain, and gradually he began to focus steadily upon the bevy of beautiful girls surrounding him-girls who represented the cream of Britain's drama arts....

The crowd began to thin out noticeably as the evening progressed. It appeared that most of the visitors had early calls to the studio or various other duties. When the gathering was finally reduced to half a dozen or so men and women, Fleur turned the lights down low and set an example for the others to follow by taking Lillian in his arms and slowly undressing her!

Karl was sitting in an armchair with Roxie on his knee. He took the hint. He slipped his hand into the girl's cleavage, found her nipple with fore and middle fingers and began to rub it into erection. His other hand, which had been loosely draped around her waist, now caressed Roxie's back-gliding up to her shoulders, which were bare in her strapless mini-gown, and enjoying the feel of her firm, rounded flesh.

Now Roxie leaned towards him, breathing heavily on his glasses and steaming them!

"Why you naughty boy," Roxie whispered. "Didn't you get enough at the LSD party?" Her bottom squirmed on his lap, the warm weight of her cheeks shifting nicely on Karl's penis. Taking off his glasses, she kissed his eyelids, then dipped her mouth so that their lips could meet.

Another couple, Maria Laundau and Glen Tenny danced by them as they petted. The actor's hands fastened on the pouting globes of her buttocks, fondling them as they smooched slowly around the room. Since Maria was wearing a very thin see-through dress, its filmy substance clearly revealing the outline of her bra and panties, Glen had the exciting illusion that the girl was already wearing only her under-garments!

Glen felt her lips brushing warmly against his ear as she became aroused by his persuasive caress of her bottom. Her soft, very moist mouth began to speak in a sexy whisper, breathing endearments and then sweet obscenities into his ear.

"Glen, you mad impetuous fool! You make me feel so excited when you touch me like that! Do you like my bottom? Do you? Feel it, Glen-put your fingers in the middle, where it's so warm! Oh, yes! Yes, darling.... like that!...."

His hand was caressing the surface of the crease, as he was holding his plam against one cheek and bending his fingers so that they sank beautifully inwards, pressing the seat of her panties and her dress deeply into the cleft.

"Take them off of me!" Maria pleaded. She wiggled her tongue into his ear, "Pull them away, then you can feel my little ass, can't you darling? Will you put your finger right inside, Glen? And then, and then...." Her tongue stole out again, trembling wetly as it probed Glen's ear-making him hot and stiff with desire. ".... then I want your big, sexy thing up my bottom! That's where I want you to do me, Glen: hard and deep, where your finger is going now!"

Glen had managed to work her briefs down to her thighs while she was whispering, leaving them stretched tightly around the tops of her legs and then returning his hand under her dress to Maria's bare ass. His forefinger explored between the cheeks and she gave a long sigh of pleasure as she felt it touch and then penetrate the wrinkled, pinkish-brown skin.

Now Lillian and Fleur were stark naked. But they were not making love to each other. Rather, they slowly crossed the room to where Karl sat with Roxie. The couple were too absorbed in their kissing and caressing at first, but when Lillian put her hand under Maria's thigh-holding it just above the knee and lifting the girl's leg up, their heads turned towards the intruders.

Lillian ducked her body down, squeezing between Roxie's legs and Karl's. She turned her face sideways and pressed forward into the girl's crotch: kissing Roxie's cunt as it presented an inviting target to her mouth; being bereft of panties and drawn open by the stance of her thighs!

Roxie was completely unabashed. She resumed her probing of Karl's mouth with her tongue. The star of Fleur's film didn't mind sharing her favors with two or more people-even if one of them did happen to be a member of her own sex!

As she kissed Roxie's clit, Lillian was obeying the American's instructions. He enjoyed the role of voyeur, freely admitting that all film-makers-to a greater or lesser degree-suffer from this perversion. Fleur rubbed himself unhurriedly to an erection as he watched the love-play. In a little while he would participate in it, but it was wrong to dismiss the special joy of observing others as they performed....

But Lillian did not require the use of her hands to titillate Roxie. She began to tug down the zipper of Karl's trousers, and then loosen them completely. She manipulated his exposed penis until it suddenly thrust through the slit of his underpants, then-using her sense of touch (her eyes closed as she licked deep into the oily slit of Roxie's banger)-the girl played with the shaft as if it were a cuddly toy! Her fingers massaged it. She carefully plucked up the foreskin and wiggled it outwards, stretching the supple skin and trying to make it slide a hood over the crown of Karl's member. But the weapon was already too stiff and long to permit this action; and Lillian had to content herself with pulling the foreskin right back, holding it in place while her remaining fingers stroked up and down the exposed red under-flesh and lightly caressed the glans.

While all of this was in progress, Maria and Glen had torn off their clothing and excited each other to the point where both of them could wait no longer for the ultimate thrill. Keeping her promise, Maria turned around and presented her buttocks to Glen's ramrod. She bent over a coffee table, kneeling so that she was facing down its length rather than its width, her naked breasts tingling as they squashed into the cool, highly polished mahogany.

For a moment, Glen surveyed his prey. He looked down at the seductive redhead, her bare body reminding him of a Greek Goddess...so perfectly proportioned, yet quite definitely larger and rounder than most modern girls. Her knees were well apart, her pubis just touching the edge of the table as she awaited the assault on her hind quarters.

Now he slowly pressed his body against hers, letting his stuck-up knob throb for a moment against Maria's buttocks. Glen crouched slightly, one hand holding his knob, the other resting on the base of her spine. The cheeks were already splayed and a firm twist of his hand on one of them soon made Maria's back hole gape erotically....

Carefully, Glen aimed his shaft, positioning it correctly, the thrill of expectation hot in his veins as the point of his rod touched the girl's anus. Methodically, pausing whenever he felt he was causing her too much pain, he rammed into the tight little orifice. His plunger was soon held rigidly between the plump cheeks and he released the one he was holding, letting her feel the pressure of his manhood burning against her ass-mounds.

But it appeared that she disliked this gentle treatment! As Glen pulled back and very, very slowly reinserted his doodle, Maria cried:

"Harder! Please! Harder! Aaahhhhhhh!" she writhed helplessly like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. "Bang me as if I'm a bad girl. Hurt me, bruise me, make me squeal. Make me scream. Please! Please! I really am a wicked girl-I deserve to be punished!"

A cold fury now swept him. With an oath, he seized both cheeks of her ass, separating them with angry hands. His tool rammed between the broad soft spheres-stabbing and impaling Maria on the stiff dick, gazing down with a sense of power as he watched the thick shaft charging in and out of her anus.

Savagely she pressed her crotch more tightly into the table edge. Its leveled edge bit horizontally across the upper lips of her femininity: she suffered the pain gladly, bearing down into the gleaming mahogany and rubbing her hips to make the sharp contact even more intense....

And only a few feet from them, Roxie had been so stimulated by Lillian's tongue and lips that her vagina ached for the thrill that only a man could give to her! She thrust Lillian away, squirming a-round on Karl's lap and squatting so that her open crotch hovered just above his upright poker.

The throbbing organ bulged through the slit in his pants. Its length was entirely revealed, though the sack of Karl's scrotum was still swatched by his under-briefs. He held Roxie under the girl's armpits and shifted her until the end of his doolie slipped into place between her wide open thighs. Pausing to help it thrust into Roxie's sex-lips, Lillian half-lay beneath the girl's crotch-positioning herself with her face uplifted to Roxie's stretched cheeks.

Roxie was supporting her body by placing her palms on the floor and leaning back, letting them take her weight.

And as Karl began to urge his rammer up and down, sliding it deeply in and out of Roxie's beautifully wet slit, Lillian applied her lips to the girl's anus, gluing them tightly around the orifice while her tongue slowly inched into the round, rubbery hole.

Fleur had been watching the trio thoughtfully. He realized that if he knelt between Lillian's thighs, leaning forward and using his hands to lift the girl's butt fairly high off the floor, it might be possible for him to bang Lillian while he attended to Roxie's rear at the same time....

An instant later his plan had been put into practice! Fleur was obliged to screw Lillian at a considerable angle, his plunger grinding into the girl and the palms of his hands supporting the lower half of her body. But the thrill of slicing into her raw, spunk-wet quim was worth any minor discomfort.

The tightly joined quartet appeared to be a writhing, obscene human pyramid growing more and more violently excited. Fleur rode Lillian as if his prod was a spur...goading her with faster and faster strokes to the winning-post. And the movement of Lillian's tongue between Roxie's buttocks increased to a wild quivering: her forehead and hair streaming with the juice which Roxie's bang-bang was dripping over Karl's organ....

There was an insane, passionate surging as each of them touched the fuse of orgasm. Fleur's cum poured into Lillian, and as she jerked her loins in frantic response, soaking his manhood while it was still ejaculating, Karl jetting lustfully upwards-shooting the sperm out of his body and into Roxie's!

Now as the last ounce of excitement was forced from their lax organs, an ear-splitting roar came from across the room.

It was Glen! He was screaming out his lust, accompanying the cry with a forward surge of his buttocks-the shot erupting from his member as it drove for the last time into Maria's inflamed rear!

It curdled up between the girl's thighs, deeper than her body. His seed surged into her like a burning enema: She kept sobbing hysterically, thrusting and writhing and jerking her buttocks hard against Glen.

Like a man possessed, Glen continued to drive brutally into her. The fact that he had just climaxed, seemed to have no bearing on the maniacalness with which he thrust, skewered and slammed his throbbing, still stiff organ deep between the pulsing, spasming lips of the girl's femininity.

"My God!" she screamed. "My God! Do me! Do me! All of it-All of it! More, more! Arrhhhaaaaaaa!"

The hysterical outcry from the quaking girl seemed to drive Glen into a brand new threshold of sexual insanity.

Now his turgid penis was driving in and out of her beleaguered vagina as though it were some sort of a human jack hammer! It thudded and slammed and banged brutally into her, and with each onslaught inward, the girl viciously rammed her buttocks hard into the slobbering man's crotch.

At times it seemed to her that his turgid penis was splitting her apart, delving deep into the core of her, reaching far up between her breasts and close Id her very throat! She had the feeling that neither she nor any other human being could take any more of this, and while this thought screamed into her brain, an answering shriek of "who the hell cares, there is no better way to go than this!" deafened out her fears and she began to jolt and buck her body against him, all semblance of sanity finally leaving her screaming mind.

Behind her, his body wedged between her outspread legs, Glen was like a roiling, tumultuous, frenzied sea storming over her, battering against her, plunging the awesome length of his charger again and again between the beleaguered portals of her sexuality.

"Screw, Screw, Screw, Screw!" he screamed in near hysteria. It seemed that he was no longer a human being. Rather he seemed like some frenzied, satyr bent upon screwing the hapless girl within his clutches to her very death.

The awesome truncheon rammed again and again far into the bowels of the now screaming girl. A trickle of saliva white in color, glistened along the edges of his slackened lips. His eyes were slits of passion. Brutally, he reached around, digging his fingers talon-like into the jiggling, dancing breasts. Between his fingers, the rose-spiked nipples turned purple from the pressure he exerted upon them.

"No! No! Aahhh!" the girl screamed. A shudder swept across her body. Then another. Then another. Each shudder seemed to be more violent than the first, like ripples on a quiet pond. But now the ripples had become a roiling, tumultuous lava bed.

And behind her he still plunged into her again and again maniacally. He began to scream incoherently, his voice rising in volume and being converted into a hoarse shout.

His entire body quaked and shuddered and on the other side of the room, the open-mouthed spectators saw his buttocks tense. He appeared to be on the verge of emptying another huge load of his sperm into the quivering, trembling girl bent over before him.

Suddenly, Demis Fleur leaped across the room and knotted his fingers into the sweat-soaked hair of the frenzied girl, yanking her head upward and plunging his rigid organ far into her mouth. He released her hair and grabbed her along the side of the head, capturing her ears between his fingers. He began to buck and jolt his hips forward, riding his member in and out of her opened, gasping mouth in a steady sensual cadence in time with the ramming, thumping assault upon her buttocks by the frenzied actor behind her.

"Arghh...Glubbb . . ! " The cry was unintelligible due to the fact that Fleur had his member crammed into her mouth to the very hilt. His face was a mask of sensate pleasure. As his own buttocks began to tense, his thighs quivered as the mounting tension built-up within him and then erupted forth. He spewed and jetted pulse after pulse of his frothy cream scaldingly into the girl's throat.

At the very instant Glen was to shoot the final remnants of his load deep between the girl's writhing thighs, Fleur, still holding the girl's ears, jerked her head forward. A scream of pain upon her lips, the girl lunged forward due to Fleur's savage tugging. It caused her tight, feminine sheath to come off the chunky head of Glen's banger just as he was issuing forth his final splattering offering.

Her sudden movement forward caused his organ to bob out and upward at the instant that he ejaculated. The whitish, ejaculation glistened as it shot through the air, and before Fleur could turn his head out of the way, it splattered against his forehead and began to slowly roll down his cheek.

This was enough to completely unhinge Lillian. With a sudden, animal outcry, the beautifully young girl leaped forward. She grabbed Fleur around the neck, knocking him to the floor. She was upon him in a flash, grinding her bared organ against his face-a face with a substance upon it similar to a

Max Factor cream pack. In a near-demented way she ground her crotch back and forth while Fleur tried to fight her off, gasping for breath.

His cry was a muffled shriek, and as he clamped his hands about her hips, trying to still the violent motioning of her body, he was seized and held by Karl and Roxie. Each of them took an arm, holding it down upon the floor. Lillian, unhampered now, rode him as though he were the bronco, Diablo, roaring out of Chute Number One in some Texas rodeo.

Now Glen had joined the fray, his weapon swinging in front of him like an unsheathed Sumarai sword freed from his scabbard. And the first to get stuck with it was Karl-between the buttocks!

Frantically, insanely, they writhed back and forth over the floor until their bodies had surrendered their final gasps. Then they grew still.

It was Fleur who ultimately broke the silence.

"What we have done here, just now, is to have expressed ourselves in an abandoned way. In a way, it symbolizes why I wanted to do Mason's movie the way I did it.

"I wanted to show the world that the desire and curiosity for new erotic sensation is part of the legacy of living.

"It is neither shameful nor wrong-as long as it neither harms nor injures another person. That is my creed, and I live by it."

With that he fell back against Roxie.

Later, during a television interview on a Swedish TV program, Fleur amplified his credo: ".... and freedom of expression, including sensual expression, makes living worthwhile, and in the case with movies, makes them more at peace with reality."

Several critics, mainly from the Puritanical school lost little time in a penmanship panning of this attitude in their television columns.

But back in London, a thoughtful Allen Mason stared out of his office windows at the mild summer sun creeping across the sill.

"Steve," he said, "What Fleur managed to pull off has taught me something I should have known a long time ago...."

"What, Mr. Mason, might that be?"

"That people who demand reality on the great silver screen have every bit as much right to see reality as those who want 'happy endings' have to watch the....'happy ever after routine' ".

Steve looked at his employer.

"As a matter-of-fact, A.M., isn't life made up of both?"

Allen Mason turned from the window. "Yeah, it is...especially in the new format for Mason Motion Pictures. Get me Fleur on the cable, Steve, and I mean right now! I've got a great switch for 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'! "

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