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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: theseven.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(7), cons

story_intro: When Joe uncovers a cache of old studio films, he amuses himself at home., conducting a private screening that allows him to ogle the black and white footage of a legendary child starlet. But then he discovers a variation of a scene that never made it to the theaters.

story_language: English






The Seventh Reel

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: Arnie and Lucy Molson were featured in an unrelated story, Shanghai Import

	Joe watched as the last of the wine was carried from the cellar of the late Henry Land's mansion. Land, born Herschel Landzberg, had been a co-founder of Land-Fields Studios, one of the earliest and largest motion picture companies in Hollywood. The old man had been dead since 1991 after a year of joking how he had reached the century milestone despite his profligate ways.  His son, Henry, Jr. had just passed away after a long life, though eight years short of his father's mark.

	Junior had only used his father's mansion for parties and as the occasional location for a movie. With him gone, his children had decided to turn the sprawling estate into a museum of art and entertainment history. One of the granddaughters, Sharon, was in charge and it was agreed that she was doing an excellent job in managing the project from arranging sponsors to the design of the new museum.

	Joe had been working for Land-Fields for over twenty years, rising to a vice-president's role as head of logistics at the age of forty-five. He considered himself fortunate to have learned how to do all of the behind-the-scenes things that made movies happen from Lucy Molson-Fuller, the adopted daughter of Arnie Molson. Arnie was a legend in the entertainment business for his ability to acquire and arrange anything, no matter how arcane, for a film to be made. Lucy was awfully damned good in her own right and had taken Joe under her wing, laughingly telling Joe she was glad that her kids had gone into other professions.

	"Two generations in show biz is enough to damn a family," she chuckled.

	Early on, Joe had even gotten to meet Arnie himself a few times before the old man checked into Forest Lawn Memorial Park. The three of them - Arnie, Lucy, and Joe - had met for lunch at an outdoor caf in Venice Beach. Joe couldn't help watching the little girls in their tight and skimpy swimsuits as they romped in the sand nearby. Joe loved them all from the round little toddlers through the coltish preteens sporting some small titties.

	At one point, he must have been staring too long when Lucy asked him if he was enjoying the scenery. Joe turned beet red and tried to make an excuse but Arnie and Lucy laughed.

	"Don't apologize," Lucy said. "The view is why this is one of Pop's favorite restaurants."

	Arnie appraised him, stroking his snow white, pencil-thin moustache.

	"Birds of a feather, we are," the ninety-something year-old. "You and the old Land would've gotten along just swell, too."

	When Sharon Land approached Joe about managing the conversion of Henry, Sr.'s mansion, she told him that Lucy had recommended him.

	"I've got plenty of ideas, but I need someone like you to oversee the physical process and what needs to be done to make the ideas come into being," she told him. "And don't worry, the family still has controlling interest of Land-Fields, so we can borrow you for a year and then you'll return to the studio if that's what you want."

	So Joe rolled up his sleeves. In reality, the job was smaller in scope than building the infrastructure for a movie, so he was pleased to be able to focus more on the aesthetic details. After the wine cellar was cleared, he poked around. In one far room, several old wine racks from Land's original wine cellar were clustered against a wall. When Land had renovated and enlarged his cellar, he had all new racks customer built. 

	Appraising the antique racks, Joe admired the wood and craftsmanship. There definitely had to be a good use for these or they could be sold off for more museum funding. While he was inspecting them, he noticed the wall behind them was not complete - an alcove was built into it. He was barely able to squeeze past the last rack and saw some old film projectors, canisters of film reels, and boxes of other things. Opening one of the boxes, he found some photo albums but it was too dark to see the subject matter.

	When he reported his find to Sharon, she laughed.

	"It's probably just some junk from the studio," she explained. "I remember him saying he had kept it because it was very important. But Granddad was a pack-rat and couldn't bear to throw anything out. Grandmom used to claim that he kept building onto the house only because he needed the room for all of his stuff."

	"Well, the old films should be in decent shape," Joe said. "That ought to be worth a pretty penny. And-"

	"We've already got a ton of that stuff," Sharon interjected. "Look, we're running well ahead of schedule and way under budget thanks to you. Comb through it and keep what you want - think of it as a bonus. Whatever's left can be auctioned off at our charity fundraisers. Collectors will bid well for anything, even a half empty jar of Errol Flynn's moustache wax."

	At home that evening, Joe unloaded the bulky projector and a set of film reel cases for 'The Mobsters and the Moppet'. Having no movie screen at home, Joe simply set everything up to project onto a blank section of the living room's white wall.

	It had been a long time since he had seen this movie from the 1930's. The plot was sickly sweet and had become the basis for many stereotypes. It revolved around a little girl - an orphan, of course - who was living with her kindly grandfather who owned a small store. The grandfather was generous to a fault, donating merchandise and giving to people in need, etc. Now in debt, the grandfather found his store being taken over by mobsters who owned the credit chits he had signed. 

	In the climactic scene, the little girl tearfully begged the bad guys to change their ways. Affected by her tears, the men acquiesced and scene turned into a lively song-and-dance number. The remainder of the film is light-hearted with the reformed but still tough guys tearing up the debt and helping the townspeople.

	The attraction for Joe was Alice Barber, the actress who played the little girl. She had first appeared as one of the younger, background kids in Land-Fields' 'Pint-Sized Pals' one-reel comedy serials about a bunch of little kids creating all kinds of mischief and fun. Even at the age of four, she had stood out even though she had barely any lines. The black and white film couldn't do much for showing off her blue eyes, but her platinum-blonde hair which was always arranged in long sausage curls stood out brilliantly even in monochrome.

	In 'The Mobsters and the Moppet', Alice, then seven years old, spent much of her time wearing very short dresses that displayed her bare legs and a hint of frills from the bottom of her bloomers. For a young tot, she had surprisingly full and luscious thighs. She was dressed similarly in nearly all of her movies which made Joe think about Arnie's cryptic remark about Henry Land that day in Venice Beach.

	Hell, Joe couldn't blame Land for having a wardrobe like that for Alice. If only thongs had been invented then, Joe mused as he ogled Alice's legs as they skipped and danced below the hem of her baby doll dresses.

	Every eleven minutes, he had to switch reels on the projector, allowing his hard-on to dissipate before Alice's lower limbs brought him to rigidity once more. The big song-and-dance scene was in the seventh reel and Alice's dress bounced quite lively, letting Joe see everything that wasn't covered by her bloomers.

	The entire movie was finished near the end of the ninth reel, which left Joe wondering about the tenth reel in the case. After putting away the ninth, he picked up the remaining reel and looked at the metal cover. In black grease pencil was written 'M&M, R7 - Alt'.

	Joe read this and thought it through in short order. 'M&M' - would be 'The Mobsters and the Moppet' and 'R7' probably Reel 7. Was 'Alt' to mean alternate? That could have meant anything - different versions of the song-and-dance routine, most likely as those kinds of scenes were always carefully edited and then reconsidered as the director and choreographer hashed out what the finished piece should be like.

	Content to watch more of Alice, Joe threaded the final reel into the projector. The reel began with Alice begging the mobsters to mend their ways.

	"Please Mister Sharkey," the little girl said with the perfect amount of tremor in her voice while one tear trailed over a round cheek. "Can't you be good for once?"

	"Good?" Sharkey (the lead gangster) snorted. "I'll give you something good - and show you just who's in charge here with a good spanking to start."

	He grabbed Alice by the wrist and pulled her over his lap face down. When Sharkey yanked up her dress, Joe was stunned to see a naked pair of plump little buttocks jiggling. Another man pulled the girl's dress off and Sharkey proceeded to smack the waif's ass with sharp slaps. After the fifth blow, his hand remained on her ass and then slid down the crack. A new camera angle showed him rubbing and pinching the chubby labia the tyke's hairless twat.

	Alice was squirming nicely as she was molested, but she didn't appear to be very concerned. Then Sharkey jabbed his index finger into her tiny quim, making the girl moan as he twisted his digit until it was buried to the last knuckle. He fingered her roughly, making her moan as her mouth hung open. 

	Another man approached her with his cock. Immediately, Alice took it in both hands and popped the head in her mouth. The man pushed forward and the young actress swallowed him until his nut sack was resting against her dimpled chin. Joe sat, transfixed as he watched the seven year-old perform an act that many women couldn't (or at least wouldn't) do. Alice's lush, pouty lips were stretched around the thick piston of meat working in and out of her face. 

	Despite the amount of cock in her throat, Alice suddenly grunted frantically, wriggling her hips as she came on Sharkey's finger. The man in her mouth withdrew and shot his wad all over her pretty face. When he was done, Sharkey picked her up and put her on her back on top of a table. Pulling her legs apart, he pressed his cock into her crotch, making her plump little mound compress until the lips split apart and allowed his prick to invade her snatch. 

	She was much too small to take the man's entire dick, but he managed to get maybe three inches inside her while she groaned lustfully. Obviously, she was very tight due to the difference in size between a man's prick and a little girl's pussy, but she was no virgin. Alice was shifting her small hips and making all the right noises as the gangster pounded into her. As it slid in and out from the bald opening of the tiny quim, Sharkey's cock gleamed wetly from Alice's slutty young juices. The girl dug her heels into the man's torso, goading him on until he pumped her full of rich cum.

	After he was done, the camera zoomed in on the kiddy cuntlet as the jism drained from it. Then another man spun her onto her belly, roughly pulling her buttocks apart. Alice's asshole was so very small, but it was obviously well conditioned as it stretched to accommodate the man's prick. The man was no gentler as he sodomized the little girl fast and hard. He shifted Alice on the table so that her head was near another edge. Alice had barely opened her mouth before another man crammed his cock into her for another deep-throated fuck.

	The seven year-old whined, her eyes shining and her carefully arranged curls swaying as she was rammed like a helpless rabbit on a spit. This time the man in her throat let loose into her belly while his partner was slathering the tot's rectum with hot goo that dripped from her stretched anus after he was gone.

	Because the old reels were limited to eleven minutes each, the men couldn't go on fucking for a long time like they could in the modern digital format - at least not with all of the hot and nasty stuff crammed onto one reel. But Joe didn't think he could have lasted long while fucking any of Alice's snug little holes.

	So he was treated to a variety of positions as the tiny starlet sucked dick while getting one of her lower holes fully plumbed. His favorite lasted for close to a minute with the seven year-old bouncing in a man's lap with her adorable thighs spread obscenely wide to show how far her hairless snatch was bulging apart from the hard meat defiling her. And of course she had her mouth full; her head turned sideways to show off her delicate neck while her mouth and cheek flexed around another man's prick.

	As the reel neared the end, Alice staggered to the door leading out of the room as cum still slithered from her well-filled cunt and ass. Striking a coquettish pose, she turned to them and batted her eyes.

	"You fellas are going to have to act just right if you ever want to get more of this," she cooed as she slapped her enticing rump with one small hand.

	The reel ended with the last of the film coming off and getting pulled through the projector. For nearly a minute, the loose end flapped as the take-up reel kept turning until Joe finally cleared his senses enough to stop the machine. 

	He mentally thanked Sharon for the bonus she offered, although she surely had no idea about this other reel. Then his mind turned to all of the other movies still in the wine cellar and he wondered about other alternate versions. Then there were those photo albums...

	

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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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