Chapter 4

Lynn headed for the bedroom as soon as she heard Matt's car pull out of the alleyway and head off down the street, knowing that she was already late and hoping Phil would not be angry. She was ashamed of the thought, but for some reason, the young wife was enormously happy that her husband was gone. He had been home for three days and by the end of the second day, she had begun to find his presence almost unbearable. Perhaps it was her own guilt feelings, or the fact that she now had even more shameful secrets to keep from her husband, but whatever the cause of the tension, he had seemed like an absolute stranger to her, and the young blonde- haired woman had been delighted to find out that Phil Agard had scheduled him for another business trip.

Darting into the bedroom, she began stripping off her clothing as fast as she could, wondering how much time she would have to dress before the taxi would arrive at the front door and start beeping its horn. As soon as she was totally naked, the lithe full-breasted young woman rushed into the bathroom to wash, and do her hair and then came racing out again to get into the new clothing which Agard had sent over and wanted her to wear tonight.

Catching sight of herself stark naked in the mirror, she paused for a moment, deciding that it was foolish to run herself into a tizzy. If she was a few minutes late, what difference did it make? And she could afford to let the taxi man wait, since Agard was picking up the tab. She gazed at her sensual young body in the mirror, wondering a little over the fact that this body had gotten her into so much trouble. Maybe she would have been better off had she grown up flat-chested with a flabby lumpish figure that no man would look at twice! It was difficult to understand, at least for a woman, how two full ripe breasts, a narrow yielding waist, a light brown triangular patch of pubic hair, and a pair of long slender legs could arouse men the way they did. To her, it seemed like standard equipment and nothing more. The girl shrugged, deciding not to worry any more about the mysteries of life, and reached into the box which Phil had had delivered to examine the dress she was supposed to wear to the presentation tonight.

She held the garment up in front of her and turned her attention again to the mirror. It was nothing! Phil had undoubtedly paid a fortune for this dress, and there was hardly enough material in it to make a decent sized handkerchief. And he had firmly ordered her to wear nothing under it but the tiniest pair of panties she could find and absolutely no brassiere. Why didn't he simply tell her to come naked and be done with it!

Lynn was feeling unusually depressed and irritable as she climbed into the skimpy flimsy garment, resolving that if anyone so much as looked at her cross-eyed tonight, she was going to give them a piece of her mind. For a twenty-five year old housewife, it seemed to her that she had an unusual number of problems to worry about. First, of course, there was this whole business with Agard and his gang of filthy pornographers. Except for asking her to attend this party tonight, they had said nothing about the future, but Lynn knew that Phil Agard had other plans for her, and that every time she took part in one of his lewd undertakings, she was wrapping herself ever more securely in his web of sin. If he chose to use the video-tape they had just made as blackmail against her, what could she do?

But aside from that, she was worried about her relationship with her husband. Matt had come home from his last trip just the same as always, and they had gone to bed together as normal. Matt had made love to her, patiently and gently as was his custom, but this time, she had felt absolutely nothing! Her husband seemed to prefer the missionary position, and frequently made love to her while wearing his pajamas, and the whole business had seemed faintly tiresome and boring. Somehow, everything had changed since that horrible night, and she was now afraid that normal sexual relations were no longer enough for her. She knew perfectly well that she had been wildly excited that night with Rich and Jay, despite the fact that what they had done was wicked and perverse. And she realized that the same innocent embraces of her husband were no longer turning her on at all. What did this mean?

There was a honking out in the street and Lynn Langley realized that the taxi had arrived. Now in a hurry, she slipped quickly into the dress which Agard had provided for her and zipped it up the back. The garment barely covered the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks and she realized that she would have to be careful about bending over in this kind of an outfit. To top it all, the neckline was scooped daringly low, exposing the ripe tempting contours of her high-set breasts and the fabric of the dress itself was so thin that the outline of each turgid little nipple was clearly visible. Feeling like a cheap prostitute, Lynn seized her purse and left the house, hoping none of the neighbors would catch a glimpse of her dressed in this scandalous fashion.

"There's the girl now," Phil Agard whispered to the tall gaunt man in his late fifties who was the biggest buyer and distributor of porno-tapes and films in the state. "A knock-out, isn't she?"

"She's got all the tickets," admitted the buyer, gazing admiringly in Lynn's direction. "I like the innocent girlish look she has, and the body is a sensation! Is her hair natural?"

"Yeah, she's a blonde all the way down," confirmed Agard proudly. "It's a bitch, isn't it, when you get a really bleached blonde on top and jet-black pussy hair! And Lynn's body is smooth and athletic too," he added. "None of that wobbly fat."

"And you've got her under contract?" inquired the buyer carefully.

"Yeah, in a manner of speaking," Phil nodded convincingly, thinking that he had better sit down with Lynn at the first opportunity and get her to sign on the dotted line. "She works for me and nobody else."

"I wasn't thinking of taking her away from you, Phil," laughed the distributor, "because my days of making flicks are over. But there's a lot of money wrapped up in this contract. If the girl is working for you, it'll probably be worthwhile; but if she should decide to quit, then we'll both have problems. You know, the business has changed since I first started doing films. Nowadays, the kind of person who buys a video-tape to play on his television set at home is a different breed of cat. He likes a little style, a little gracefulness, and you can't palm off some forty-year old lady with wrinkles and a spare tire. He's spending good money for a tape and he wants something he can show his friends or his girl without embarrassment. But I'd say that our Miss Langley here fits the bill perfectly. God, what tits that girl's got!"

"I can arrange a private showing, if you'd like," Phil offered gallantly. "After Lynn's had a few drinks, we normally find she's pretty manageable, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind showing you the merchandise. On a strictly business basis, naturally."

"Naturally," responded the distributor, his voice heavy with sudden lust, unable to drag his eyes off the tall blonde woman on the other side of the room.

Lynn caught sight of Kelly talking animatedly to Lenny near the bar and she walked over to join her. She did not particularly feel like conversing with either one of them, but they seemed to be the only people in the room she knew, and everyone else seemed to be looking at her as if she had two heads.

"Hello, beautiful," the director, welcomed her, handing her a drink and slipping his arm into hers. "Well, how does it feel to be the hit of the evening?"

"I don't understand," confessed the girl unhappily. "Phil just told me that there was a party here tonight, and that it was important for me to be here. Why am I suddenly the hit of the evening?"

"This isn't just a normal party," explained Kelly Agard kindly. "Phil got together a group of distributors and buyers who are going to handle our films and let them have a sneak preview..."

"Oh God, you mean all these people have seen that..."

"Yeah, and they loved it," interrupted Lenny, staring boldly down the front of her dress as he spoke. "Phil's got a half-dozen good offers already, and we've got the financing we need to go ahead with a full production schedule. Starring you, naturally."

So that's his game, thought Lynn, her worst suspicions now confirmed. But instead of protesting immediately, she decided to bide her time and see if there was not some way to avoid becoming Agard's slave for the rest of her life.

"Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from across the room. "Lynn baby, come on over and meet an old friend of mine!"

Forcing a smile onto her face, Lynn obeyed and walked up to the tall gaunt man who was standing beside her ex-lover.

"Elton, I want you to meet the hottest little number in the skin- flick industry," said Agard boastfully. "Lynn, this is Elton James, who's going to handle all the distribution problems for our new little enterprise. Elton here has the contacts to put you into more television sets than Ed Sullivan ever dreamed of. Isn't she lovely, Elton?"

"Certainly is," agreed the distributor, inspecting her as if she were a race horse on sale. "I think we're going to make a lot of money with this young lady."

"We've learned a lot since Lenny and I started this new venture," enthused Phil to his former mistress. "Lenny did a marvelous job of directing, even though we've only done a couple of those things. The scenes of you and the two guys were simply fantastic! I was ready to cum in my pants, just watching it!"

Lynn blushed furiously at this crude compliment, knowing that Phil would be enraged if she did not play along with the sales job he was doing on this distributor. Without responding, she drained her drink, and Phil instantly refilled it.

They're trying to get me drunk as usual, she told herself accurately. And why the hell not? I don't seem to have much to say about anything any more.

As she was meditating on the unhappiness of her situation, their group was enlarged by the addition of Kelly and Lenny. Elton James lit a cigarette and cleared his throat for attention.

"Okay, I guess we have all the principals here," he began. "As an old and successful hand in this business, and someone who knows the market pretty well, I'd like to give you folks some advice for your future efforts. Now what we saw tonight showed a lot of promise and talent, but there's room for improvement. Video-tape is a lot different from regular film, and a television set isn't a motion picture screen, so you have to adapt your technique to the medium. Make your scenes smaller and more intimate and use a lot more close-ups. You've got a marvelous young chick here with good clear unwrinkled skin, so move in tight with that camera and let us see what she's got to offer."

Phil and Lenny looked at each other and nodded, neither man being too proud to accept advice from a real pro, particularly since he was going to make them all rich by purchasing their product.

"Now as far as your action is concerned, you've got a lot of liberty because these days practically anything goes," the expert continued his lecture. "The standard boy-on-top-of-girl-on-bottom scene isn't too effective because the viewer basically can't see anything. What you need for this next film is more of the 'sixty-nine' stuff with real good close- ups showing exactly what's going on and where. That kind of thing really turns a viewer on. And don't be afraid of the wild stuff either! You know what I mean, Phil, and if you don't, I'll explain later."

Lynn didn't know what he meant by 'wild stuff' and the phrase worried her a little. As he spoke, Elton James was strolling across the room, forcing the others to trip along behind him if they wished to hear what he was saying. From the general direction of his stroll, Lynn guessed that he was heading for the bedroom, wanting to hold his conference in a little more privacy.

When they were out of the main room and away from the noise of people talking, laughing and drinking, the distributor turned and faced the group again with more advice. Lynn downed her fifth or sixth drink of the evening and felt a little unsteady on her feet, but no longer quite so worried about the future. The alcohol was starting to relax her body, and she felt less embarrassed about appearing so scantily dressed in front of all these people,. After all, all the technicians at the studio had seen her stark naked! Why should she be concerned about a skimpy dress which showed a little too much behind and bosom?

"Now, there's another point you might remember, Lenny," James lectured on, giving the director a friendly smile. "You're not approaching this girl's body properly with your camera. You should pan in gently, giving the viewer a chance to see all of her, tits and pussy included, and then zero in on whatever it is you want to emphasize. And you, little lady, have got to learn to hold still a little bit while the camera is on you. The film we just saw was beautiful, but during the early section of the rape scene, you were jerking around so much that you're liable to give your viewer a headache trying to keep track of you."

Lynn longed to explain that she had not known in advance what was going to happen to her and had no intention of ever doing it again, but she caught a dangerous look in Phil's eyes and decided to keep her mouth shut. All he had to do, she knew perfectly well, was to show that film to Matt and her entire life would come tumbling down around her ears.

"Now who's going to be your male lead in this next flick?" James wanted to know.

"We were thinking about using Rick again," explained Kelly. "He played opposite me when we shot the first sequence in the slave girl thing."

"Good, get him, will you? I'll show you a couple of techniques you might be able to use."

Lynn helped herself to another drink and lit a cigarette while Lenny went out into the main room looking for Rick, who had last been seen eating peanuts over by the bar and chatting up the girl who was serving the drinks. Lynn had no idea what kind of 'techniques' James wanted to explain, but she understood this business well enough by now to expect the worst. Rick came in, smiled at everyone, kissed Kelly and Lynn and shook hands with Mr. James.

"Okay, now in the clinches, you should always have Lynn's body at an angle, otherwise you lose all the effect," the distributor explained.

"I don't follow you," questioned Lenny dubiously.

"Okay, look, we'll demonstrate," offered the tall serious man, reaching out and taking Lynn gently by the arm. "You stand here, honey, and Rick, you come over here and put your arms around her."

Lynn gulped the last half of her drink, feeling her head fairly spinning and hoped that she would not be called upon to do or say anything complicated which would reveal to everyone that she was already thoroughly drunk. Rick came obediently forward and put his muscular arms around Lynn as directed, and the young housewife suddenly felt warm and comforted as the handsome actor held her.

"Okay... now... well, you really can't see what I'm trying to demonstrate this way. Kelly, will you help Lynn slip out of her dress? Pretty as it is, it hides too much of what we're trying to illustrate here."

Had James told her to take off her dress, the dazzled, intoxicated young wife would probably have objected, but the fact that he had told Kelly to take it off for her made a subtle difference somehow, as if the question of undressing in front of these people was no longer her responsibility. She lifted her arms with submissive obedience and allowed the producer's wife to draw the dress over her head, leaving her clad merely in a tiny transparent pair of bikini style panties which offered very little in the way of protection for her modesty. Rick decided that he had better undress at the same time, and within half a minute, the man and the woman stood facing each other, dressed only in their shorts.

"Good, now take her in your arms," James instructed, and the actor obeyed, once again putting his powerful arms around the girl's frail shoulders.

"Right, now pull back just a little, so that you show this breast completely... Get it Lenny? The way you were doing it in your flick, the viewer gets cheated out of seeing her tits during the scene, and this young lady has tits worth seeing!" To illustrate exactly what he meant, James put one arm around Lynn's creamy white shoulders, turning her slightly to one side and then placing his hand boldly on the warmly quivering flesh of her right breast, arranging it the way he wanted it. "Oh, another thing, have Lynn take off her brassiere at least an hour before you start to shoot, or you'll have bra strap markings still showing on her skin. Is this boring you, or are some of these suggestions helpful?"

"Hell yes," replied Phil Agard enthusiastically while Lenny nodded in agreement. "Lenny and I know a lot about television, but not much about this kind of work. We're happy to learn whatever we can."

"Good, I'm glad you feel that way because I think the two of you make a successful team. Now in the tape we screened tonight, you had an oral- genital scene, as I recall; but it was supposed to be a rape scene so the clumsiness didn't matter much. But in your next effort, you're certainly going to want a couple of shots of a blow job where the girl is at least a little bit willing to do it. Do you know how to handle that sort of thing, Lynn?"

Suddenly realizing that he was talking to her, the young wife blushed to the roots of her long blonde hair, but Phil--who knew from personal experience what the truth of the matter was--answered for her.

"I suspect that Lynn could use some pointers on this sort of thing, Elton," he advised seriously. "You'll find that she's a real fast learner." As he spoke he shot her a glance which told her very clearly that she had better cooperate or face the consequences. Lynn was too overpowered by the circumstances and too woozy from drink to object to anything at this point and so she simply nodded, wondering how James intended to teach her the fine points of oral intercourse.

"Rick, do you mind putting on a free performance?" inquired the distributor of films, as easily as he might ask for a cigarette.

"Are you kidding?" laughed the actor happily. "I ought to be paying you!" And without the slightest trace of embarrassment, the tall blond actor removed his shorts, exposing himself quite proudly to the two women in the room. His penis was in the relaxed state, hanging quite naturally between his muscular thighs, but Lynn remembered clearly what it had looked like when it was erect and ready for action, and she shuddered at the recollection.

"All right, Lynn," Mr. James continued as if he were conducting a class. "Now let's imagine a scene for you to enact. Let's say that our friend Rick here is a sadist, and he's just beaten you into submission in order to get you to allow him to penetrate you orally. You're willing to do it only to avoid another beating, but once you get started, you really go to town on him, sort of for revenge. Now imagine I'm the camera, and please recall that everything you do has to be played to me. Okay, down on your knees in front of him, please."

Lynn shot a quick glance at her former lover, pleading with her eyes to be spared from this awful humiliation, but all she found in Phil's face was mild amusement and the beginnings of a lusty feeling. There was no help to be expected from this quarter, and Lynn had come to the conclusion that Kelly had some latent homosexual tendencies and actually enjoyed seeing a younger and more beautiful woman tormented in this degenerate fashion. No, there was no way out. If she refused Phil's merest request, he could end all chance of happiness in life for her by means of a quick telephone call to Matt.

She went down on her knees, just as Kelly Agard had done the first day of shooting when Lynn had made her entrance into this vile depraved business. Rick's heavily swaying cock jerked a little as he felt her hot breath on the thick leathery foreskin, and he took a step closer to move his groin up against her face.

"Good, but the two of you are forgetting where the camera is," James reminded them. "I know this is fun, but don't lose track of the fact that you're making a movie."

Rick shifted his posture slightly so that the 'camera' could get a full view of his long, but still flaccid instrument.

"Good, now go to work, Lynn, but take your time. You've got to arouse this man, or he's going to take the whip to you again. And remember to keep your face turned so we can see you. Good clear distinct movements, remember?"

Oh, this is really too much, the humiliated girl told herself in absolute misery. How did they get me into this disgusting position? They never gave me a chance to draw the line and refuse to go any further, and now it had come to this: lessons in sexual perversion!

And what could she do about it? Nothing, she realized with a growing sense of despair. If she angered Mr. James and ruined Phil's chances of making this sale, Agard would certainly find a way to get even with her. And besides, she would look totally ridiculous if she started getting prudish at this point. If she objected to this kind of thing, why had she come to the party in the first place, wearing that shameful dress? Besides, Kelly had done this terrible business and gone out afterward to eat a pizza. If she refused now, they would think she was nuts. Besides, even though she found it difficult to admit to herself, she was beginning to feel the tingles of lusty excitement starting to grow in the base of her spine and shooting into her stomach like little shocks of electric current.

So she did as she was told and went to work, feeling the strange quivering sensation spread deep in her belly as she ran her full wet lips lightly over the surface of Rick's hard muscular groin just above the forest of brown pubic hair. With her hands, she reached up and grasped his warm limp penis, gently stimulating it by rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the red-tipped bulbous glad until she felt the organ begin to twitch as Rick became aroused.

Once this process was underway, there was no holding it back, and Rick's eagerly throbbing cock popped up as if it had suddenly come to life. There was an amused murmur of comment from the observers, and the actor flashed a proud grin around the room. Lynn, having some difficulty focusing her eyes because of the alcohol, studied the massively heated object she held before her like a conductor's baton.

"Come on, baby, use those beautiful lips," urged the porno-actor from above her, moving his loins even closer to her face so that his long hard penis was aimed at her half-open like a cannon about to fire.

"Go to it, honey," commanded James in a calm voice. "But remember your camera angles."

Gradually a change began to settle over Lynn's fogged mind, and a deep sense of slavish masochistic resignation began to settle over her. All right, she told herself. Do what they want; don't fight any longer. Enjoy it if you can, whore!

Her decision made, Lynn leaned forward, her tongue flickering lewdly out to touch the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pulsating cock. Rick jumped at the sudden spine-tingling contact, and James moved up closer, still pretending to be the camera and wanting to see everything. The others stood around smoking and drinking, all behaving very seriously as if this were a scientific experiment of the utmost importance. Lynn circled her wetly darting tongue around the man's smooth rubbery flesh, forcing a groan from his lips, and she tormented the tiny opening of the gland at the end of his long rigid shaft, already moist from the miniature droplets of seminal fluid oozing from the interior.

But Rick was a clean person, and to her surprise, she found that there was nothing really distasteful physically about what she was being obliged to do. Humiliation and shame were both there, of course, but she tried to blank out her mind and concentrate on the whispered instructions coming from James.

"Use your hands, baby, that's it," he counseled and the trembling young girl raised her hands to his thick towering cock. Tenderly she cupped the softly swaying balls, pulling on them gently and teasingly. The other hand crept to the base of his visibly throbbing penis where she stroked the thick brown hair which bloomed in the man's crotch and caressed the length of his long hardness while she continued to delight him by kissing and licking the blood-filled spongy tip at the other end.

"Pull the skin down," advised James, hovering over her like an anxious parent and watching as she slavishly obeyed, gently tugging on the foreskin of his jerking uncircumcised penis and drawing it down to leave the large bulbous tip naked against the softness of her tongue. She kissed it with wetly parted lips and then slowly began to insert it directly into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth a little at a time.

"Oh Christ, you're driving me mad!" Rick groaned, the eyes rolling back in his head as crazy rippling sensations began racing up and down the base of his spine and shooting up to the back of his neck. Rick was an experienced actor in sex films, but there was something so extremely abnormal about this particular situation that it was turning him on powerfully. For one thing, he knew perfectly well that Lynn was not just another aspiring porno-star. She was an innocent little girl who had somehow gotten involved in this degenerate business by mistake and was clearly being held in it against her will and better judgment.

"Suck harder," he pleaded, not knowing whether this was precisely what James had in mind or not, and not really caring. "Ahhhhh, Lynn, your mouth is like butter!"

Again, the blackmailed young wife did as she was told, feeling the excitement slowly mount within her own nakedly kneeling body and shivering with masochistic joy at the idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle for this man's vile semen. There was something so depraved and perverse about the situation that it was impossible not to be excited by it, and she could sense that the others were becoming steadily aroused as well.

Now she put her heart into it, sucking on him like a woman possessed and slashing her tongue agilely back and forth across the tip of his thick meaty cock as it rammed relentlessly in and out of her face. His hands crept into her hair, and no one was paying any attention to James any more or spending any time worrying about camera angles. Eventually the distributor gave up trying to give advice and contented himself with watching this lurid drama unfold before him.

"It's cumming," groaned the actor, his voice low and husky with passion. "Any minute now!"

The two of them seemed like candidates for an insane asylum by this point. Rick, his hands holding her head tightly before him lest she try to escape at the critical moment, was fucking ruthlessly into her mouth, and the girl's hands had snaked around behind him to pull his muscular buttocks forward, urging him to skewer deeper and deeper into her cruelly- stretched mouth while mewls and hums of passionate masochistic acceptance erupted from her cock-filled throat. The rich ripe globes of her breasts were dancing up and down on her chest as her entire naked body jiggled voluptuously back and forth from the violence of the actor's savage pummeling of her delicate mouth.

Then a deep animalistic groan erupted from between his parted lips, and Lynn knew that he was summing at last. Her throat gulped as the first wave of hot sticky white liquid flowed into her, causing her cheeks to billow out like a balloon as he filled her mouth with a never-ending stream of his heatedly spewing semen. The crowd around them watched her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she labored not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid, her wetly glistening lips forming a tight seal around the thick shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock.

"Don't quit until you're finished," warned James, his face almost touching hers. "Lick him clean!"

Lynn locked herself in the bathroom, managing to get the door shut behind her before the tears started streaming down her face. Plunged into the deepest despair she had ever experienced, the blackmailed young wife sat on the edge of the toilet and cried piteously into a towel to muffle the noise, hoping that no one would overhear her and realize how seriously this was affecting her.

Gradually, her sobs came to an end and she faced herself in the mirror to do some repair work on her make-up which had been badly smeared by her tears and Rick's frantically pistoning cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. What now? she asked herself, studying the reflected image of her grief-stricken face and noting that traces of Rick's cum were still clinging obscenely to the corners of her lips. Where exactly do you go from here?

What terrified the young woman more than anything else was the power of her physical reactions to the experiences they were forcing upon her. It would be normal for a woman to feel sentiments of shame and disgust, and at the beginning, she had been nauseated at the vile and depraved things they had asked her to do. But now, all that was changing! Despite the perversity and sinfulness of the act she had just committed with Rick, she could not find the slightest trace of remorse anywhere in her. Instead, her sensually awakened body seemed to have been overpowered completely by lust and she shivered, standing nakedly alone in the bathroom and recalling every movement she had made a few minutes before.