Chapter 8

During the following weeks, Jennifer's "services" were called upon several times for Larry Tremper's friends and clients. Sometimes it was at least tolerable, other times so shameful and degrading, she would cry for hours afterward.

One night she had been sent to the home of a middle aged executive, who's wife had died of cancer several months earlier. It was Larry Tremper's idea to help him forget his grief. He was actually a decent man who simply wanted someone to listen, to understand, more than anything else. Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed until the wee hours as he poured out his loneliness and heartache. His loss touched her and they both cried as she cradled his head in her lap. She knew she would be punished if she didn't at least offer herself, so she undressed and laid against him. He held her close and told her how much he missed having his wife's body near him at night, but made no advances and so they simply slept in each other's arms.

She and Ron made several more abortive attempts at making love. There was strain in their relationship now, as even Ron was coming home complaining of an exhaustive day at the office, or from his many weekend meetings, the cue that there would be no lovemaking that night. Jennifer felt even more guilty as on the two or three occasions when they had talked about their relationship, Ron had insisted that, somehow, it might be his fault. But Jennifer knew where the real blame lay. She had used JP4 now on several occasions when her "services" were overwhelmingly debasing, and was finding, to her dismay, that her regular sex drive was diminishing. It was more and more difficult to become aroused without the drug. She thought about using it with Ron, but Tremper wouldn't let her have it for her personal use, and even if she did use it while with Ron, she wasn't sure how he would react to a wild sex-crazed whore in his bed, one who would have a lot of explaining to do once the hit wore off. So their relationship continued a slow decline which Jennifer felt powerless to stop.

Two weeks ago she had been sent to the mansion of the very wealthy editor of a popular lesbian magazine. At the cocktail party there were no less than twenty-seven guests, including the hostess, all female. Jennifer had had to perform cunnilingus on each and every one over the course of the evening.

She and Cindy had seen each other only once more, when they were given to a wealthy fashion designer and his wife in the back seat of their limo as it cruised the back streets of the city. But now she was in Larry Tremper's outer office, having been summoned in the middle of the day. Puzzled and troubled, she glanced at the other waiting woman, a woman in her mid thirties, attractive, with a good figure.

"Mr. Tremper will see you now," said the secretary, indicating the door to both women.

"Ah, Jennifer, Alecia. How nice to see you again!"

The large office door closed behind them. Tremper stood in front of his desk.

"I have a little mission for each of you this weekend. I will explain in a moment, but first, Alecia do you remember how I said I wanted you the next time we met?"

The woman looked over at Jennifer in anguish. There was fear and defeat in her eyes. She began to kneel.

"Ah, ah, Alecia. You know how I like my women."

The woman disrobed, burning with shame and embarrassment.

"Better. Much better!" smiled Tremper.

He nodded at her and she unzipped his pants and took his already erect penis in her mouth. She swallowed him completely, then took him back into her mouth to begin sucking and licking.

"And you Jennifer?" he said.

Jennifer took off everything but her high heels.

"And do you remember how I said I would take you the next time we met?"

Jennifer gasped. She had forgotten the petroleum jelly.

"Forget, did we, Jennifer?"

Alecia had him full and throbbing.

"Over the desk, Jennifer. Just like that first night!"

She leaned far over the desk, her rear high in the air, hands clutching the sides of the desktop.

With the petroleum jelly it would simply have been unbearable. But as punishment for her forgetfulness, he took her dry and he took her completely in one massive trust. She bit her lip to stifle the scream. The pain was absolutely excruciating. Her insides felt as if they were being torn apart. She feared loss of her bowels. Tears streamed down her face, her knuckles turned white and several of her fingernails broke off as she gripped the desktop with all her might to withstand the onslaught. His thrusts were so powerful, she was almost lifted off her feet. He buried himself in her time and again.

Finally, mercifully, he filled her rectum with semen and withdrew.

As he sat down he motioned for the two women, still nude, to stand in front of him.

"Are you a gambler, Jennifer?"

"I don't know what you mean!"

He smiled.

"I have two needs for your services this weekend. Alas, one is here and the other is on the west coast. I have here a coin. Call it Jennifer. Heads or tails?"

He laughed.

"A rather appropriate choice, wouldn't you say?"

He flipped the coin in the air.

"Heads," said Jennifer.

"Heads it is," said Tremper. "Well, lucky girl, you have your choice.

"What will we have to do?" asked Jennifer.

"My friend in L.A. is a producer of art films..."

"Pornography you mean," injected Alecia.

"Call it what you will, but he has need of a beautiful woman with very special talents who doesn't mind showing them to a camera."

"And the other option?" asked Jennifer disgustedly.

"I have arranged to rent the local zoo for a day."

Alecia's mouth dropped open.

"No, you wouldn't!"

"Not only would... have! You bring your gorgeous body, I will furnish the JP4 and the other willing participants."

So this was how he did it, thought Jennifer, kept the women from taking any concerted action by keeping them at odds with each other. She had no real choice and Tremper knew it, but the minute she made that choice, the other woman would hate her for it.

"Well, Jennifer?"

She looked at Alecia, found fear and supplication in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," said Jennifer to Alecia.

She turned to Tremper.

"L.A."

"No!" screamed Alecia, "Please, please. I'll do anything else you want. Please!!!"

"Now, Alecia," said Tremper, "Jennifer made her choice. She's going to Hollywood and make a film producer happy. You're going to stay here and make some rather large animals happy."

Jennifer saw the anger at her, as well as despair in the other woman's eyes. At that moment, Jennifer simply wanted to get as far away from Alecia and what she had condemned her to as possible.

"Now get dressed." said Tremper. "Jennifer, my secretary has you plane ticket and hotel reservation. Alecia, I will see you at the zoo tomorrow at nine a.m. We have a full day of fun planned for you."

As Jennifer left the office, the other woman's sobs and pleadings still rang in her ears.

She checked into her L.A. hotel and after a quick bit of shopping, had a bite of dinner. The message at the desk had said to wear black, six inch spike hells and to come to a particular address at 7:00 P.M.

She had to search several stores before finding the shoes. After unsuccessfully trying several regular shoes stores, she had finally found them in a small, dark hole-in-the-wall down a side street, where most of the other clothing featured leather, latex and chains. She was puzzled by the evening shooting schedule, but decided she was probably to be "auditioned" by the producer on his casting couch. Her smile was self deprecating.

Yes, just a hit of JP4 and you'll do anything, won't you, Jennifer? she thought as she picked at her food.

"You sure this is where you want to go lady?" asked the cabby.

"That's the address I was given," she answered.

"OK," he said incredulously.

The section of town was near the waterfront where old dilapidated warehouses abounded. The cab pulled up in front of one. A small crude sign hung by a side door - "Up and Cumming Pictures, Inc."

"Ah, lady," said the cabby seeing the sign, "this isn't for you. Why don't you let me take you back to the hotel?"

"No, it's OK, really," she said giving him a heavy tip, "but thanks for caring."

"Look," he said giving her a cab business card, "the number's right there. If you change your mind, just call and ask for Vinny. I'll be here in a snap."

She smiled sadly and he drove off. Jennifer looked around but the entire area looked deserted. She wasn't sure whether to knock or just go on in, but the heels were uncomfortable, so she simply stuck he head in the door and shouted.

"Hello, anyone here?"

The interior was almost totally dark except for one small lighted area. She walked slowly toward it, still calling into the darkness.

As she neared what she saw was a small table lamp on a crate, a figure suddenly loomed between her and the light. She jumped in fright but tried to quickly regain her composure.

"Hello. I'm Jennifer Carpenter. I was told to meet a Mr. Vermosa here at seven o'clock. Do I have the right place?" She began to tremble as she sensed other figures coming up behind her as well.

"We are who you came to see. When we found out he had sent for you, we left that message for you at the hotel. Vermosa isn't expecting you until tomorrow."

She looked around quickly. Still not able to make out any faces, she realized with even greater alarm that there were no less than six or seven men now surrounding her.

"So tonight, Jennifer, you will make our movie, the way we want you to!"

Sensing danger, she started to walk between two of the figures toward the door.

"Obviously, there's been a mistake, I..."

Both men grabbed her arms and dragged her toward the light.

She tried to free herself, but they were large and muscular and her physical size was simply no match for them.

"Now, Jennifer, let us prepare t o make you a star, even if it is only for one night!"

Blinding flood and spot lights filled the area revealing a large square sunken bathtub. Above it, about ten feet above the floor hung a large wooden beam, itself suspended from the ceiling by massive ropes.

The man she had first seen, was large with black wavy hair and long mustache. He motioned to the men holding her. Leather restraints were fastened around her wrists. The beam was lowered and each restraint was tied to the beam splaying her arms wide. The beam was then raised so her arms were spread and she had to stand on tiptoe even in the heels.

"The police know I'm here," she tried desperately.

"No, Jennifer, they don't. As a matter of fact, no one knows you're here, not even Vermosa. It's what makes this little production so neat and tidy. Well, maybe not so tidy, as you'll soon see, but here we are, in a deserted warehouse, in a deserted part of town. No one to see, no one to hear... no one to know, except you and us. And we aren't going to tell, Jennifer. That just leaves you!"

Cameras were already being wheeled into position, a boom microphone hanging overhead.

The voice came from off to the side.