Mrs. D's Mirrored Playroom
by Lori DuMonte
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FOREWORD 

Mrs. D's Mirrored Playroom is Lori DuMonte's second exciting novel for 
Surrey House, Inc. Her first novel, for Rated X, was Hungry For Young Boys 
(RX280), and it was a sensational seller when it appeared in the adult book 
stores. A very few copies are still available, direct from the publisher, 
using the mail order coupon to be found at the end of this book, should your 
newsdealer fail to supply your copy. 

For this book, Miss DuMonte has taken a radically different approach to the 
subject of degraded lust. Here we have the lush young Sundae Chevalier 
suddenly discovering that her mother has stolen a lot of money from the bank 
where she worked and had abruptly disappeared. Sundae's life style had to 
make an abrupt change ... she had no money ... yet she was determined to do 
the honorable thing and repay the debt her mother had created. 

Finally locating a job with a film producing company, she finds herself 
immediately victimized by one of her employers, a partner in the firm. 
Little did she know that the only reason he wanted to marry her was to lure 
her inside the Mirrored Playroom. 

Here, hidden cameras recorded her every lusting moment. As she writhed in, 
ecstatic delights of her own sexuality ... he was filming it all ... 
threatening to use the film for commercial purposes ... to make a fortune 
off her willing, helpless, unsuspecting body. 

Only both of them were yet to learn who would be the bigger rip-off artist, 
and who would take the other for the most money ... or the most sex-time in 
the depraved, non-stop, orgy-filled Mirrored Playroom. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Glen Stokes came over on Sunday afternoon. Sundae was relieved, glad he'd 
finally returned from his business trip. She'd called his office three 
times. Maybe, she thought anxiously as she watched him light a cigar, he 
could tell her something about her mother. The note she had found was still 
on the coffee table, scrawled hurriedly. In spite of her mother's reassuring 
words, Sundae was frightened. She picked up the sheet of paper and handed it 
to Glen. "I'm so glad you came. I've been worried half out of my mind, 
Glen." 

He read it quickly, put it down and looked at Sundae over the top of his 
reading glasses. "When did you get this?" 

"Friday. When I came home from Vassar for the spring break." 

"I got one too." Glen took off his reading glasses and put them in his 
pocket. "Christ. I wish to hell I hadn't been in Chicago. Maybe I could have 
talked her out of doing this fool thing." 

"Then you don't know any more than I do." The hope that had blossomed in the 
young girl's heard slowly died. 

"I know a little more," Glen replied thoughtfully. He seemed nervous, 
cracking his knuckles as he looked out the window, a bleak expression in his 
eyes. A group of boys were playing baseball on the street. Glen seemed to be 
trying to make up his mind about something. With a sigh, he turned his face 
around to Sundae and spoke to her gently. "No use in my beating about the 
bush. You'll know about it sooner or later. Your mother has been taking 
money from the bank. She's been doing it for about two years. She left 
because the books are being audited." 

Sundae's world spun for a few seconds while her thoughts flew. Her mother? 
Marie Du Valeur Chevalier? Graduate of a fine university, daughter of a 
family capable of tracing their aristocratic ancestry back to the time of 
the French and Indian War? Impossible! "But why?" Sundae looked at the man 
her mother had been seeing for several years. "Why would she do such a 
thing?" 

Glen's nice friendly-puppy face was suddenly not so friendly. "Because of 
you," he said harshly. "Jesus. She wasn't satisfied to let you go to a 
public high school like anybody else. Oh, hell no. You had to go to a fancy 
finishing school. And your expensive foreign car. This place...." He flung 
his arms out, taking in the lavish furnishings, the 'correct' address, all 
the things Marie Chevalier had felt necessary to lavish upon Sundae, her 
only child. 

"But I didn't need to go to an expensive school if she couldn't afford it. I 
didn't have to have a new car every year, three fur coats, trips to Mexico 
and Paris. Glen, I always thought we had plenty of money!" 

Glen sighed. "It isn't your fault, Sundae. She's got this thing-Who knows 
why people are the way they are? It doesn't matter, anyway. She felt she had 
to give you these things for reasons of her own. I knew she was running out 
of money a couple of years ago. We argued. I told her it wouldn't be the end 
of the world for you if you had to live somewhere other than the most 
exclusive residential district in Atlanta. I tried to make her understand 
that most kids grow up and turn out okay with or without what she referred 
to as 'the advantages.' But you know how stubborn she is. And she had a 
pretty damned good argument. She said if I'd ever had kids of my own I'd 
understand. She had me there. But I did say I'd managed pretty well with my 
own life. Jesus. I didn't even graduate from high school! Right now, things 
are rough as a cob all over the country. I sunk everything I had in a new 
branch office. If I had known about this, I'd have given her the money. 
Well, hell. Too late now. You know, I kind of thought your mother trusted me 
a little. I haven't been pushing her-God knows I can't compare with Charles 
Chevalier. If your father were living, I'd stand a better chance, you know? 
I mean if they were divorced. But like so many people, your mother has 
tended to make him into some kind of saint after his death. Not that I'm 
knocking your father, Sundae. You know what I mean. He was a big time 
operator, old family and all, and I'm just a little old boy from Texas. But 
if she'd just trusted me, confided in me! Christ, I'd have given her the 
damned money." 

"Did she say where she was going? In the letter she left for you, I mean." 
Sundae's eyes clouded over. In the note her mother had left on the coffee 
table, she'd merely-said she had to leave, that she'd try and write soon. 

"Yes, she did. A long time ago, I gave her the key to a little place I've 
got in Nevada. It isn't much, but she can live there. She plans to go to 
work in one of the gambling casinos in Las Vegas. I figured on driving out 
there. You want to go along? Maybe the two of us can talk some sense into 
her head." 

"I'll let you know later, Glen. When do you plan to leave?" 

"Tomorrow." Glen stood up. "A hell of a note, isn't it? If only" I hadn't 
made that trip to Chicago, maybe I could have kept her from doing this 
thing. She doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of making the kind of 
money she needs on the tables out there. Why, those bastards aren't in the 
business to give money away. I could at least have gotten her a decent 
lawyer. She wouldn't have gone to jail. I mean, it isn't as though Marie 
were an habitual criminal. This way, she'll go to Las Vegas, get work under 
an assumed name, and sooner or later she'll get fired. She doesn't know how 
they are in the gambling industry. They have to very careful about checking 
references and things. I just don't know, Sundae-." 

The girl interrupted. "How much money did she-take?" 

"Fifteen thousand dollars. At least that was what she said in the letter she 
left me." 

"If she paid the money back, would it be alright, do you think?" 

"Probably. Banks aren't terribly interested in putting people behind bars. 
If they can get the money back where it belongs, they'll probably not push 
for more than a token charge. Restitution is what they want, more than 
anything else. But with her going off on a tangent like this-it won't be 
long before someone will be out here with a warrant for her arrest. I'm 
going to go see if I can raise some money." Glen stood up and walked over to 
the chair where Sundae was sitting. He gave her a fatherly pat on the 
shoulder. Although she appreciated the gesture, it made Sundae want to break 
into wild sobs. 

It was getting dark outside when Sundae finally put down the classified 
section of the Sunday paper. She went into the kitchen and made herself a 
peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When she sat down at the table to eat it, 
she looked at the list she had made of available jobs. One by one, she 
checked most of them off, realizing she had been dreaming when she'd written 
down things like Secretary, experienced, and Cocktail waitress, must have 
experience. She had never worked a day in her life. Besides, the waitress 
job had clearly stated that she had to be twenty-one. Sundae was eighteen. 
The high school she had attended did not offer a secretarial course. She 
couldn't even type, she thought ruefully. There wasn't much left on her 
list. Somebody wanted a live-in baby sitter for a fatherless home. Five 
children. Sundae didn't know much about children. She was an only child. The 
pay was thirty-five dollars a week, plus room and board. A restaurant was 
hiring food waitresses, experience not necessary. Salary was listed as 
minimum. She didn't know what the minimum wage was, but she was sure it 
wouldn't go far toward helping to pay back her mother's debt. Fifteen 
thousand dollars seemed a tremendous about of money. She could sell her 
car-except no, she couldn't do that, either. Since she was underage, her 
mother had the title. Besides, it would bring only a couple of thousand. 

At ten o'clock she called Glen Stokes. "I'm not going with you to Nevada. 
I'm going to get a job." She was in her bedroom, speaking over her own 
private telephone. 

"What the hell can you do, Sundae?" 

"There's a job offered in a photographic studio," she lied. She could see 
her face, reflected in the mirror over the dresser. Even though her stomach 
muscles tightened when she thought about the job she was going to take, she 
knew she was going to do it-providing she passed the test. Seeing her face 
in the mirror gave her confidence in her ability to pass the test. "You tell 
Mother I'm fine. I just want to make my own way, that's all." 

"Maybe it's just as well. Of course, it's Sunday, but even so, I don't think 
I'm going to be able to raise any fifteen thousand dollars right away. Money 
is tight everywhere. I've talked to several people who have tried to get 
loans. I suppose the job you're taking is here in Atlanta?" 

"Sure. Where else?" Another lie, but it didn't matter, she felt. 

Glen said he'd be in touch. Sundae hung up and stripped out of her clothes. 
Looking at her figure appraisingly, she nodded her head as she put both 
hands under her mellow breasts. It had been nothing but chance that she had 
seen the display ad. It hadn't been with the rest of the classifieds. She'd 
been about to turn the page when she'd felt her eyes pulled down to the 
lower right hand margin and seen it, bold and black and white: 

GIRLS! MODELS, MODELS, MODELS, MODELS, GIRLS! Make big money modeling for 
small but financially stable motion picture industry. Girls, eighteen to 
thirty, must be well-endowed and better than average looking. If you need to 
make an enormous amount of money and if you are broadminded and willing to 
work long, hard hours, call Rex Davitts, day or night, collect. 

It was a San Francisco listing. Before she lost her courage, Sundae put the 
call through. 

The man's voice had been warm, vibrant and professional sounding. He had 
chatted a while and then they had discussed business. 

"I suppose you understand what kind of movies we're making?" 

"Yes." And she had thought, Well, I wasn't born yesterday. 

"How about giving me your vital statistics." 

"Thirty-eight, twenty-two, thirty-four," she'd answered. 

"Color of hair?" 

"Blonde." 

"Natural, or bleached?" 

"Natural. It isn't a bright blonde. It's more of an-" 

"Never mind, honey. What kind of a face have you got?" 

"Square cheek bones. I mean, a square face, with high cheek bones. Pointed 
chin, nose a little on the smallish side, eyes are brown. Not dark brown. 
Sometimes they're more hazel, I guess." 

"Yeah. Well, listen. You're sure you're eighteen? You sound very young. You 
have to be eighteen or over." 

"I've got my birth certif-" 

"Any acne, bad teeth, anything that wouldn't look good under harsh lights, 
baby?" 

"No, really I'm quite-" She hesitated. She'd been told she was beautiful, 
but she felt a little shy about saying it to a stranger. 

"How about a photograph? Have you got one you could send right away? If you 
look like you'll do, we'll send you plane fare." 

"Mr. Davitts, I'm desperate for money. I have enough for my plane fare to 
San Francisco, and I have enough faith in my physical assets to take a 
chance on spending the money for transportation. I need to make a lot of 
money, and I need to make it right away. The only thing is, I don't have 
much acting experience. The only thing I've done is school plays, that sort 
of thing." 

"Don't worry about that, honey. If you look sexy, that's all that counts. 
You won't have to act much anyway. Now, I'll tell you what you do. Hop on 
the first plane you can get to San Francisco. If we think we can put you to 
work, we'll refund the plane fare. How's that?" 

"Alright." Her heart had been hammering. She thought she had an idea of what 
he meant when he said she wouldn't have to act much. It would be posing in 
the nude, probably. She would just have to make up her mind to do it. In an 
almost whisper, she asked, "Mr. Davitts, would you mind telling me how much 
this work will pay?" 

"A hundred dollars a day for most of the stuff you'll be making. Of course, 
there are special deals where you can make as high as twice that." 

It was difficult to figure rapidly in her head, but common sense told her it 
wouldn't take long to clean up her mother's debt, especially if she lived 
frugally. She told Rex Davitts she would be there Monday. He told her to 
take a cab to the offices and gave her the address. 

When Sundae hung up the telephone, she did some rapid figuring. If she could 
talk her mother into selling the car, she could raise about two thousand. 
The elegant furnishings of the house should bring at least five thousand. So 
suppose she made five hundred a week. That would amount to ten thousand in 
twenty weeks. Counting what she would need to live on, it would be enough to 
keep her mother out of jail-providing the authorities didn't find out she 
was in Las Vegas. Maybe if she wrote a letter to the bank where her mother 
had worked for the past eleven years-if she explained to them that she would 
pay them back the money, maybe they'd not do anything to her mother. And if 
she left the car, told them she would see to it they got permission to sell 
it from her mother, that ought to keep them from lowering the boom right 
away. Then if she told them the same thing about the furniture, they should 
be happy to wait for the balance of the money. At least, that was what she 
wanted to think. There would be complications, of course. For instance, she 
would have to keep Marie from knowing what she was doing. She knew her 
mother would probably die if she learned her daughter was posing in the 
nude. But she could get one of those post office boxes where they forwarded 
mail. Tell her mother she was in New York or somewhere. Twenty weeks. Only a 
little while, when she considered it. Right then, Sundae was willing to 
believe she would try anything. 

Before she went to bed, she wrote the letter to the bank. Then she made her 
reservations for San Francisco. The flight would leave in the morning at 
nine. She wanted to be well out of the house before then. She just didn't 
know what she would do if policemen came to the house with a warrant for her 
mother's arrest. Somewhere, she'd read that as long as a person was not in 
receipt of the warrant, the law could do nothing about making an arrest. She 
hoped it was true, and wasn't something she had read in a 
not-well-researched murder mystery or something. 

The alarm was set for four-thirty. She knew she would have to be out of the 
house before seven, but she could make it. It would be too embarrassing to 
have the policemen come while she was still there. But the auditors probably 
wouldn't come to work until nine o'clock, and then they'd find her mother's 
letter, confessing she had embezzled all that money. Just to be on the safe 
side, she set the clock radio so it would also start playing at four-thirty. 
Although she doubted she'd sleep, the pages of the book she was reading 
began to blur, the words running into each other senselessly, after she'd 
been in bed fifteen minutes. 

At about the same time that Sundae Chevalier was drifting into sleep, Rex 
Davitts was impatiently dialing the telephone in his posh apartment. He 
started talking the minute the phone was answered on the other end. "Julian, 
for Christ sakes. Where the hell have you been?" 

Julian Corbin frowned. He didn't like to have the junior member of the firm 
take that executive tone with him. "Out," he said shortly. 

"I've been trying to get you all evening. Listen. Some little broad from 
Atlanta saw the ad. She called. She's coming in sometime after noon 
tomorrow. I'm going to be shooting in the Tahoe area. So see to it that she 
doesn't get scared shitless and turn tail and run, will you? That is, if 
she's got what it takes body-wise. She said she was desperate for scratch, 
and after she gets used to making fuck pictures she'll probably groove on it 
just like most of them do. But don't let her get away like you did that nice 
looking little chickie from San Diego last week." 

"Rex, goddamn it, I tell you, you're going to have to stop making these snap 
judgments over the fucking telephone!" Julian Corbin was livid with rage. He 
was standing in back of his desk at home, scratching his balls. His pale 
blue eyes bulged with anger. "You're going to break us yet. Just because a 
broad gives you a fantastic set of measurements, right away you start to 
jack-off. You promise them the fucking moon! I suppose you said we'd refund 
the plane ticket, too." 

"Only if she fits our needs, Julian. And I don't jack-off." 

Somewhat mollified, Julian stopped scratching his balls and reached for his 
martini. "Well, I hope she hasn't got monkey tits and a fat belly. How the 
hell old is she, anyway?" 

"Eighteen." 

"No shit? That young, huh. What's her oid lady think about this business of 
her making fuck pictures?" 

"She didn't say anything about having a mother. For somebody in this 
business, Julian, you sure have some odd-ball Victorian-type morals. You 
know what I picked up on her over the phone? I got the distinct vibes she's 
a virgin." 

"Horse shit. There aren't any such things any more." Julian gave a 
vile-sounding laugh. "You and your mental telepathy shit. I bet you wouldn't 
know if your own wife was out hustling her ass. If you had a wife." 

"We'll see," said Davitts. "But imagine making a picture of a young girl 
getting it when she's never had it before. Maybe we could make it an 
educational film, huh, Jule? Christ, I get a hard-on just thinking about it. 
But be nice to this little Chickus Atlantus, you hear? Lay off the dirty ole 
man bit for awhile, okay?" 

"Horse shit," said Julian. He hung up the telephone. 

It was fifteen minutes after two on Monday when Sundae walked into the 
plushly carpeted offices of Wildwood Pictures, Inc. She smiled shyly at the 
receptionist. Right then she felt much better about what she was doing. The 
name of the company was reassuring. Wildwood made her think of woods and 
streams, of birds and babbling brooks. They probably made nice little motion 
pictures about nature, she was sure. And the elderly woman who smiled at her 
benignly from behind the desk certainly would not take part in something 
obscene. No, she had worried for nothing. Had those bad dreams during the 
night just out of fear. 

"I'm Sundae Chevalier," she said with her best finishing-school smile. "I 
have an appointment." 

The motherly-looking woman stood up. Her smile deepened. "Right this way, 
Miss Chevalier." She opened a door that led into a wide room, nice and 
bright and airy. A bald-headed man sat behind a cluttered desk. He looked 
friendly too. He put his hand out and his smile widened as he gazed into 
Sundae's lovely face. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sundae was not absolutely innocent. She had dated boys that her mother 
considered 'suitable' for someone of her daughter's background. She had done 
a little heavy petting, she'd smoked a total of three joints, and she'd read 
several novels that she knew her mother would consider pornographic, which 
was why she had left the novels at the homes of her friends. In her eternal 
quest for the 'right' schools and summer camps for her daughter, Marie 
Chevalier had made a few mistakes. At twelve, Sundae had been exposed to her 
first contact with lesbianism. It had taken place at an exclusive little 
place in Wisconsin. Most of the girls were older than Sundae by a year or 
two, and several of them had attended camp at least once before in the 
secluded, woodsy area. The place had been highly recommended as 
'progressive,' which had led Sundae's mother to believe there would be 
plenty of horseback riding, lectures of an intellectual type, and study, 
groups that would broaden her daughter's mind without thwarting her or 
oppressing her imagination or creativity. 

What actually happened did broaden Sundae's mind. It also reamed out her 
delightful little pussy, which made it possible for her to use tampons. 
Fingers and tongues were the order of the day; but nothing really traumatic 
took place and Sundae had been everlastingly grateful for the experience. 
She had been sure she would have been forced to use old-fashioned sanitary 
napkins had it not been for the time she spent at Sunnyslope Acres in the 
heart of the Wisconsin woods. The time she spent at camp did leave her with 
the impression that girls were far better than boys when it came to making 
her feel good. It took her a couple of years to learn that that idea was 
ridiculous. It was, however, her natural inclination to be excited in the 
presence of boys, and after she had learned that pimply-faced youths could 
also push the proper button and make her little girl's clit froth and hum 
eagerly, then jet off into delight, she soon changed her mind. 

Nevertheless Sundae's sexual experience had been limited. Except for a few 
sessions of heavy petting, Sundae knew little about the ins and outs of 
actual intercourse. In the first place, she had a healthy horror of getting 
herself pregnant. Because she was unusually sheltered, such conveniences as 
The Pill were not easily available. She was also subjected to frequent 
lectures from her mother on the importance of keeping one's self chaste 
until one was safely married. Coupled with the fact that Sundae was 
conditioned to a lifetime of respect for her austere, but loving, mother, 
was the inavaiiability of boys. In spite of stories of boys climbing in the 
windows of girls' dorms, no such thing had ever happened to Sundae. It 
wasn't that she didn't dream about it, hope and pray that it would happen, 
either. Except when she was preoccupied with school work, she constantly 
thought about boys, about "making out," 

"getting it," 

"doing it," and even getting married. 

When she masturbated she held in her mind an image of a youthful Knight in 
Shining Spitfire who would come to carry her off and fuck hell out of her in 
some secluded glen. She had seen one in the town where the girls' school was 
located. His Triumph was the color of gold and his hair was dark. Once their 
eyes had met and locked while she had been standing in line to attend a 
movie. For a long time afterward, Sundae had frantically massaged her 
clitoris and pretended it was The Boy. Those who had gone rather far with 
her had not appealed to her enough for her to allow them to go past that one 
point where Sundae drew the line. Hesitantly, she had worked up enough 
courage to pump her hand up and down on a few cocks and once a strong young 
man had gone off between her legs while he was attempting to get it in. This 
had occurred after a football game. Sundae and the boy were in the back seat 
of her car. That constituted her total experiences with members of the 
opposite sex. When she was at home in Atlanta, she remained in the house 
unless she went somewhere with her mother. Sometimes Glen Stokes accompanied 
mother and daughter to symphony concerts, motion pictures that Marie felt 
were suitable for a girl of Sundae's tender years, or to dinner. Now and 
then Sundae wondered if there was anything sexual between her mother and 
Glen Stokes, but usually she didn't think about it. Her mother often told 
her it was necessary to have an escort on the scene and Glen was harmless. 
Even Sundae had known that two women alone needed an escort now and then. 
Besides, she couldn't quite relate a situation wherein her elegant mother 
naked and in the arms of her own father, whom she could barely remember. 
There had even been times when she had wondered if she had been adopted, or 
if her mother had been the vessel for an immaculate conception, or conceived 
her through artificial insemination. Because Marie Chevalier, while 
possessing a beautiful face and a perfect body, did not lend credence to 
thoughts of animal lust and greed. People said she was as cold as an 
iceberg. 

The bald-headed man behind the cluttered desk stood up. Sundae was vastly 
relieved at his friendly, honest and open smile. "Sit down, sit down," he 
said as he gestured toward a deep leather chair. "You're Sundae Chevalier, 
aren't you?" 

"Yes." She smiled, showing him a set of beautifully cared for teeth. 

He thought, "What tits!" And felt his prick begin to lurch upwards. 
Something told him to go slowly, so he didn't say anything to her about the 
tits. "Is that your real name? Sundae?" 

"Yes. You spell it with 'a-e' at the end rather than y." 

"How did you happen to come by an unusual name like that?" He was conscious 
of her finishing-school diction. 

"It is a family name." She drew herself up a little, giving him the 
impression of family pride. "You've heard of the famous Sundae Du Valeur of 
Atlanta, who carried rebel messages during the War Between the States?" 

"Oh, yes-yes indeed." Julian Corbin had barely heard of Atlanta. He 
apologized for not introducing himself and she said something about talking 
to a man named Davitts yesterday on the telephone. 

Corbin assured her that Rex Davitts was his junior partner and saw her 
settle herself a little easier in the chair. 

"They are a very proud old Southern family, the Du Valeurs," she ,was 
continuing. "My first name is Marie, but my mother has that name, and after 
a while they started using my second name. To avoid confusion, you know." 

Corbin was thinking things like hot French vanilla ice cream Sundae, with 
strawberry nipples on the ice cream cones. And thing like what an 
ass-ass-ass! And, Baby, I'd sure like to nibble on those nimmies of yours. 
But he kept his face bland and said, "I suppose you know the nature of the 
films we make." 

"Nudes?" She felt very worldly, saying the word like that, right out in the 
open. 

"Ahhhh, yes." He put his hands together on the desk, studying the tips of 
his fingers. "Now, of course-ah, you certainly look as if you qualify in 
every respect. But you understand there are some people who don't photograph 
well. In your case, I doubt it very much, because your particular kind of 
beauty will undoubtedly come across on film just as it does in person. But I 
have arranged a little screen test for this afternoon, ahh, you aren't too 
tired, are you?" His balls were aching. He wanted to reach down there and 
massage them a little. Wanted to unzip his pants and take out his dong. 
Right then he felt sure if he stood up he'd need a wheelbarrow to carry it 
around in. Christ, what a sex-pot! And Davitts, that silly bastard, had said 
he'd thought she'd be a virgin. What an asshole, Davitts. Always looking for 
a virgin. Always believing he'd find one some day. Julian could tell by 
looking at this boiling little cunt that she'd probably been finger-fucking 
since she was capable of finding her twat, way back when she'd been a baby 
in her cradle. As far as fucking was concerned, she was no doubt the world's 
champion humper, head and all. Julian had his own ideas about girls from 
fine old Southern families, especially girls who had gone to finishing 
schools and learned to talk properly. He was getting carried away along 
those lines, thinking about grabbing her and flinging her over the top of 
the desk, when she spoke again. Her words shocked him into momentary 
silence. 

"I was thinking on the plane about how I'd feel, disrobing in front of a 
camera. And the man who will operate it." 

"Uuh?" Julian's startled eyes did a double-take. Could he be wrong? She'd 
used the word 'disrobed.' Shit. Shit, now goddamn it, she was putting him 
on, he thought uneasily. 

"But after all, the human body is a thing of beauty. And we shouldn't be 
ashamed of it, should we?" 

"Certainly not." 

"And as long as everything is done in good taste, I'm sure I'll be able 
to-do it. Take my clothes off, I mean. You see, I haven't had much 
experience in that sort of thing." 

"Good taste. Yeah." He was thinking about her pussy. Next to getting his 
cock sucked, Julian liked nothing better than the taste of pussy. 

"People are getting away from the old concepts of nudity. We no longer think 
of it as being immoral. Why, even the Greeks made lovely statues of the 
human body," Sundae was saying. Dimly, Julian was beginning to understand 
that the Chickus Atlantus was maybe trying to talk herself into taking her 
clothes off in public. He was not without perception, even when his rod was 
blazing away down there inside his pants, trying to eat a hole in the 
material. He detected a certain nervousness about her that was felt more 
than it was apparent. He detected a fine mist of perspiration above her 
upper lip and a certain frightened expression in those incredible eyes that 
made him haul up a little. And he thought with a part of his mind, Could she 
really be one? Could she honest-to-God be a virgin? If so, she could make 
them a million fucking dollars ... Through his mind began to pass all the 
different ways they could handle it. Rape, maybe. That was always good. No, 
too crude. Maybe they could really branch out, get out of the grinding 
pubic-hair, grunting, groaning porny films and come out with something 
actually beautiful. Of course it would damned near kill him to have to admit 
Rex had been right about those vibrations he said he'd picked up over the 
telephone about this Sundae....But what the hell! He hitched forward a 
little in his chair and asked her if she felt like making the test right 
now. 

Again that frightened expression flickered for an instant in the depths of 
her amber colored eyes. Or were they green? Julian couldn't tell for sure. 
They seemed to change color with her emotions. But she gave him a wan smile 
and said she would be delighted to make the screen test right away. 

"The-um, studio is on the ninth floor," he said softly. "If you'll just go 
out in the hall and take the elevator up, I'll join you in a few seconds. 
You'll find the dressing room to the left, just as you go through the door." 

Sundae turned around and gave him a frightened look. "What shall I wear? I 
meanr do you want me to leave the dress I'm wearing on, or is there another 
outfit of some kind that you want me to put on?" 

"You'll find some little two-piece bikini outfits in the dressing rooms," 
said Corbin. "Just pick out one that fits. As I said, this test is just a 
formality. I'm sure you'll do." 

Helen Farmdale came striding into Julian's office the minute Sundae was on 
her way upstairs. Her bright eyes glistened behind her glasses. She had a 
wide mouth with thick lips, and when she smiled the lips didn't stretch, 
they seemed to get thicker, more swollen. "Jesus, Julian," she said in a 
stage whisper. "Did you see those tits? That ass? Those legs? Jesus, Julian! 
And the face! Where the hell did she come from?" 

"She answered an ad. Sundae Chevalier, of Atlanta." Julian handed a card to 
the heavy-set woman. "Here's the make on her. Check it out, will you? We 
can't have her if she's under age. And get that pussy-eating grin off your 
face, Helen. Christ Almighty. Rex talked to her on the telephone. He thinks 
she's a virgin. What do you think?" 

"She could be." Helen looked down at the file card. "Hmmm. Eighteen. That 
looks about right. But Jesus, Julian, did you ever see such tits on an 
eighteen-year-old girl? It was all I could do to keep from yanking her top 
off and taking a bite out of one." 

"Just check her out, will you? And stop drooling." 

"Who gets to take the screen test on her?" 

"I'm going to do it myself. If she's underage, or if she's a ringer sent in 
by some asshole vice squad to check us out, I don't want to screw it. I 
don't want to have to face a rap about contributing to the delinquency of 
a-besides, if Tommy did the test he'd have her laid within five seconds. 
Another thing, she might have a criminal record. If she does, we can't use 
her." 

"I could use her, record or no record," said Helen Farmdale. 

"No doubt." Julian lit a cigar. Then he leaned back in his chair and dialed 
the studio. "Tommy? A blonde just entered the camera department. Go ahead 
and take your lunch break. I'm going to handle this one myself." He hung up, 
swore richly and finally allowed himself the luxury of unzipping his 
trousers. He pushed a button on his desk. When Helen answered, he said, 
"Send me Gloria Ronson." 

Within five minutes, Gloria Ronson entered Julian's office without knocking. 
She gave him a wide grin and shook her long red hair back from her face. 
"Yeah?" 

"Take off your clothes." 

"Yeah?" Gloria stopped grinning and proceeded to step out of a white smock. 
"What'samatter, you forget how to do it or something?" She giggled. "I don't 
see why you got to go through all this technical business. I mean, gee, 
Julian ... when a person is doing it, he's doing it. Her, too, for that 
matter. Anyway, half the time you want to fuck me it hasn't got anything to 
do with can it be done this way or not. You just want to fuck. Come on. 
Admit it." 

"Shut up." Julian wrote most of the scripts himself. It galled him that 
nobody appreciated him for the artist he genuinely believed himself to be. 
Before he got into the motion picture industry (as he described his business 
to people when he first met them) he had written pornographic literature, 
mostly books. He was the proud possessor of a Doctorate in Divinity. His 
wife, Laura, sometimes called him Reverend. Laura was, in Julian's eyes, a 
prime bitch. 

Sometimes when they were all alone he called her Superbitch. He often 
thought of wild schemes for getting rid of her, mostly in the area of hiring 
her killed. He would have to hire it done. He knew that, of course. Because 
although he could write the most gory murder scenes imaginable, Julian 
couldn't bear the sight of blood. 

Laura was certainly a thorn in his side, he often thought. Not only did she 
laugh at what he considered his artistic ability, she called him a has-been 
hack writer, someone who had graduated from writing bad dirty books to 
producing bad dirty films. Laura had graduated from a good university, then 
she'd earned herself a bona fide doctorate in English Literature. Julian had 
paid twenty-five dollars for his, via the United States mails. The only 
reason Julian had married Laura in the first place was because she could 
spell and he couldn't. She could also correct his grammatical errors, and it 
had seemed a good idea at the time. But that had been several years ago, and 
nobody needed anybody to correct English and spelling in the scripts he was 
grinding out. At the same time, he reminded himself about fifty times a day, 
he was married to the bitch, and he knew Laura wasn't above blowing the 
whistle on him. Laura knew that Julian had served a little time in a Joliet, 
Illinois prison. The trouble was, he hadn't served all the time the State 
felt he owed them. He'd walked out one day on a whim that had been aided and 
abetted by seizing a happy circumstance; being at the right place at the 
right time. Shortly afterwards, he'd changed his name from the one he had 
been born with to Julian Corbin. How Laura had managed to find out 
everything there was to know about him, Julian didn't know. But he was 
positive she would ruin him in more ways than one if he didn't behave 
himself. 

All those things were reeling around in Julian's brain as he watched Gloria 
get on the white leather couch. There was something about Gloria that 
reminded him of Laura. Not just the color of her hair, either. It was 
something deeper. He sensed a mean streak in Gloria that would probably be 
just as deep as Laura's by the time Gloria got a few more miles on her. When 
he screwed Gloria, or had her to do other little things, it was almost as 
much fun for him as if he were doing it to Laura, who wouldn't give him the 
time of day. 

"Get up on your knees," he said roughly. 

"Ahhh, shit, Julian. I don't like it in the ass. It hurts." 

"So who the hell asked if you like it? You want to get paid, don't you?" 

"Yeah, but I don't see why you couldn't screw somebody else in the ass. Some 
of the other kids like it that way. Besides, you already did it day before 
yesterday." 

"It's a technical thing I have to work out, Gloria. Now just shut your mouth 
and hold still." 

He was fondling his cock, smiling down on it fondly, wondering if there was 
a connection between those two words. Fondle. Fondly. Hmmmm. Positioning 
himself on his knees behind her, he rammed it right up against her tight 
little sphincter hole and felt the heat surging through his loins. He 
decided it was her asshole that reminded him of his wife. Laura's had that 
same bright red hair growing in little tufts around the sides of it. She 
also had a tight one, about the shade of a certain color of rubber bands. 
Taking his thumbs, he spread her cheeks apart and dug in with his cockhead. 
He winced, because even though he liked to shove it to them like that, there 
was a certain amount of initial pain. He waited a second, feeling the 
pulse-beat throbbing away in his livid cock. "Relax your asshole a little, 
goddamn it." 

"How can I relax it a little when it hurts?" 

"Just do it. How can I keep my mind on the technique if you scrunch your 
asshole up so tight I can't get my prick in without scraping all the fucking 
skin off?" He looked down at her smooth back. She was a good-looking cunt, 
all right, especially from the back. Her face didn't photograph too well, 
which was why he used her only for cunt shots, but there was something 
highly erotic about her back. Maybe he would use her for a daisy chain one 
of these days if she behaved herself. With all that red hair hanging down on 
either side of her neck, he decided she'd come off alright. That way, nobody 
would see her face. They'd get a good look at that round little ass of hers, 
at her jutting boobs. Impatiently, he rammed his cock in, drawing his lips 
back over his teeth at the wash of exotic pain that threatened to peel him 
like somebody taking the skin off a wiener. He heard her grunt and felt her 
wince. The skin that covered her rib cage rippled a little as he jammed it 
in all the way to his balls. It pleased him. For a second or two, he kneaded 
the plump cheeks of her ass, his back straight as a ramrod as he watched her 
flesh grow pink under the pressure of his tanned hands. 

There was something wonderfully erotic about seeing his prick rammed all the 
way into her ass, the cheeks of her buttocks growing deeper pink under his 
hands. Slowly, she began to move back and forth a little. He made a mental 
note to himself to insert that in a slice of action soon. Then he forgot 
about making films and lowered his chest to her back, reaching around her 
until he glommed onto her swinging tits. He squeezed them, then found the 
hard nipples with his fingertips and began to milk them. It wasn't going to 
take him long. Looking at that blonde's face had been enough to almost make 
him cream his pants, and Julian was accustomed to looking at a lot more than 
faces. He closed his eyes and gave in to the exceedingly wonderful feeling 
of fucking, allowing the sucking action of her asshole to pull the cum out 
of him in long, satisfying spurts. His face was damp where it lay against 
her back, and he allowed it to stay there, just as he allowed his prick to 
stay inside her, until he was good and ready to pull it out. 

Gloria was still moving back and forth a little, and he knew he had aroused 
her, even though she swore she didn't like it that way. For a split second, 
he considered reaching down there and playing with her clit a little, what 
the hell. Let her cum. But then he decided it would be more fun to yank it 
out of her. To hell with her. Let her go diddle herself. Or better still, 
let her take on Helen. He pulled out, walked into the bathroom where he 
washed it, half listening to Gloria's colorful swearwords. When he came out, 
he got into his pants and stuffed his shirt in. 

Wide-eyed, Gloria was sitting up on the couch, her pink mouth pouting. "You 
sonofabitch. I was just getting ready to cum." 

Julian pushed a button. "Helen, come in here and help Gloria with her 
problem." 

"That old dike," said Gloria. She was holding her boobs in her hands, 
looking at them lovingly. When Julian left the inner office, Helen was down 
on her knees, her gray head bent at Gloria's flaming bush, her hands busy at 
Gloria's boobs. Before he left the outer office, he put a small, neatly 
typed card on the front of the door with a piece of scotch tape. "OUT TO 
LUNCH" the card said. Julian adjusted his shirt as he strode purposefully 
down the hall to the elevators. Now he'd be able to shoot a few feet of film 
on the Chevalier chickie without scaring the shit out of her. Or running the 
risk of getting himself thrown behind bars. 

Sundae looked up at him when he came into the studio. She was wearing a 
little white bikini that didn't detract at all from her nicely tanned skin. 
She smiled shyly. She was glad Mr. Corbin was an older man. He appeared nice 
and kind. A little on the conservative side, maybe, and Sundae liked to 
think of herself as an intellectual liberal. But just the same, there was 
something comforting about a man who was slightly balding, had nice, mild 
blue eyes and wore a shirt and tie. She had seen the young man leave the 
studio rooms, and she was very glad that Mr. Corbin was going to handle her 
screen test himself. She just felt sure she would never have trusted that 
young man, with all that long dark hair and beard. She was glad she hadn't 
been all alone in that big place with him. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Twenty-four hours later, Rex Davitts and Julian Corbin sat in the projection 
booth staring at the dark screen where they'd just seen the rushes of the 
footage Julian had made of Sundae the day before. Nobody was saying 
anything. It wasn't necessary. Silently, they left the booth and headed 
downstairs to the bar. If they went into either of their offices, they were 
likely to be interrupted. Besides, both men were badly in need of a few 
drinks. When they'd killed the first one, Rex said, "This is it! This is 
really and truly, honest-to-God motherfucking it!" 

"But we're going to have to play it cool." 

Rex eyed the older man appraisingly. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean you were right. She's a virgin." 

"No shit?" Rex Davitts' lips twitched. 

"No shit." 

"Christ. I should have made a bet with you about her." Rex ran a hand 
through his heavy head of hair. Then he smoothed his dark mustache. "This is 
it, then," he repeated. 

"Yeah, except, how are we going to do it? There isn't a horny bastard alive 
who wouldn't give his eye teeth to pick a cheery. And seeing somebody else 
do it may not be as good as the real thing, but most of these people live 
vicariously anyway." Julian felt extremely proud of himself. To be able to 
use a five syllable word correctly, especially when he was talking to Rex, 
was a major triumph. "But I repeat. How are we going to do it?" 

"What do you mean, how are we going to do it? She wants the money. Well tell 
her what she has to do and she'll do it." Rex grinned. "When she called me 
on Sunday, she said she was desperate. And Helen found out her mother's 
wanted for liberating fifteen thousand dollars from a Atlanta bank. So 
doesn't it sound like a plot for a good old-fashioned melodrama? Christ, 
Julian, it's a natural!" 

"Balls. Nobody buys Little Nell and the Villain stories any more. Besides, I 
don't think shell do a fuck picture. I had a good, fatherly talk with her 
last night over dinner. She's unbelievable in this day and age. You know 
what she thinks she's going to do for a hundred dollars a day? She's got 
some kind of ridiculous idea about doing like Hedy LaMarr did in that movie 
she made where she ran through the woods naked. Only this Sundae kid doesn't 
even say 'naked.' She says 'nude.' Can you believe that? And sometimes she 
says 'disrobed.' " 

"Oh, Jesus Christ," said Rex. He shrugged his shoulders and once more ran 
his hand over his mustache. "I guess I'll just have to rape her, then." 

"Yeah." Julian sounded reluctant, but resigned. "She asked me about you. 
Wondered where you were. I didn't want to say you were making a pornographic 
film in the wilds of Lake Tahoe, so I said you'd gone to Sweden for a month 
or two. Now here's what I was thinking....We'll set everything up in the 
Farraday House. You know. With the mirrors. Since you'll be handling the 
broad, you'll know how to position her so we can get the best shots of the 
action. After you get her broken in, I was thinking along the lines of a 
gang-bang. I've been working out the script. A few years back I wrote this 
book about a girl turned on to acid. She got raped, see? The man who reamed 
her was a con artist cum institutional bum. I can't remember whether I wrote 
him crazy or not, but it seems to me like he was doing some time in a 
prison, then broke out-then he got picked up in another state. Well, he went 
to this mental institution, but he broke out, see? Okay, then he raped this 
girl. After that, she couldn't get enough of it. What do you think of using 
that angle for the vehicle? Listen, Rex, we can make a fortune on her." 

"Yes, but we have to have something really good. I don't know about using 
that theme. It's been done before." 

"Sure it has. But you know how women are. They never do get enough of it, no 
matter what they say. She'll probably be willing to do almost anything, as 
long as we pay her plenty of money and keep her supplied with cock. 
Especially when you consider she's an eighteen-year-old girl and hasn't had 
even one yet. They go crazy when they've held out that long." 

"How do you know?" Rex's brown eyes bored a hole into Julian's blue ones. 

"I read a lot," said Julian. 

"I think we ought to do the fuck scene first. The rape, I mean. If we don't 
use it for the story you're talking about, we can use it for something else, 
later on," said Rex thoughtfully. "Who has the keys to the Farraday house?" 

"Helen has them." Julian downed another drink and signaled for the waiter. 
"Rex, do you think you can manage to do it tonight? If you do, I can get 
things set up this afternoon." 

"I don't know." Rex looked thoughtful. "I'll try. I'll tell her the house is 
mine, of course. I'm just a poor little rich boy, living all alone in a 
palace." He grinned. "Where's she staying?" 

"The St. Regis. We're paying the tab." 

Rex's grin widened. "Seems to me like I remember you screaming your head off 
because I told her we were willing to refund the price of her plane ticket 
if she didn't work out. Now you tell me we're paying her hotel bill." 

Julian looked at the tip of his cigar. "Well, shit, Rex. She's a real class! 
She's probably the most beautiful creature in the goddamn world and she's 
going to make us a flat fortune. If we handle things right. Besides, with 
her mother in all that trouble and all...." He clamped his jaws together and 
stood up. Then he said, "I told her we'd keep her on the payroll, but we 
wouldn't use her for a few weeks." 

"You bastard. You had this in mind all along," said Rex. He watched Julian's 
somewhat guarded walk as he went toward the can. By the time his associate 
had come back, he had finished his drink. "Okay. I'm going to get the keys 
from the Dragon Dike and head for the St. Regis. See if I can still pick up 
a nice little innocent date." 

At seven o'clock in the evening, the door to room 404 opened and Sundae 
Chevalier came out into the carpeted hall. Rex, carrying a brief case and 
walking briskly, managed to make it to the elevator before she did. "Up or 
down?" he asked with his most friendly, wide-open smile. 

"Down," she said. 

He was in luck. Nobody was in the elevator but the two of them. He was 
trying to figure a way to get into a conversation with her without sounding 
too obvious when she did it for him. "I've never been in San Francisco 
before. Can you recommend a good restaurant? " 

"There's the coffee shop here in the hotel," he said courteously. 

"I had lunch there." She wrinkled her pretty nose. "The food was alright, 
but I get tired of restaurants rather easily." 

"Would you like a steak?" 

"That would be nice." 

He named a place and then frowned. "The only thing is, unescorted ladies 
aren't acceptable to the Management." Turning on his most charming smile, 
Rex snapped his fingers and invented a sister. Joan Galloway would do, he 
figured. Joan was the sucking specialist for Wildwood Films, among other 
things. He supposed he could pass her off as his sister to this gullible 
little doll. They had reached the first floor and the elevator doors were 
already beginning to open, so he made up his mind in a hurry about Joan 
Galloway and spoke hurriedly before his bird flew the coop. "I was going to 
take my sister out for dinner. Perhaps you'd consider joining us?" 

Sundae looked up into dark brown, liquid eyes, her mind working rapidly. Her 
training had told her it wasn't considered ladylike to speak to strange 
young men when one was alone. It was even worse to seriously consider a 
dinner invitation from a stranger. But she had taken in, in one glance, his 
handsome face, his briefcase, the lithe way he had of moving, and his 
apparent friendliness. She had also rapidly assessed the cut of his suit, 
labeled it as tailored by a master craftsman, and found it conservative as 
well as expensive. The fact that he had included his sister in the dinner 
invitation was the deciding factor, but Sundae was willing to admit to 
herself that she was lonely. Her reply was cautious, though. "Are you sure 
your sister wouldn't object?" 

"Not at all," answered Rex. "Shell be very pleased. I have some business to 
discuss with her, and to tell the truth we don't get along too well, so 
shell be happy to have someone else at the table." 

"Then, perhaps I shall," said Sundae. She wondered how she could go about 
getting the strange man to present his sister first. She didn't want to come 
right out and tell him she didn't really think he would do something 
dreadful to her, but had to make sure. While she was thinking, she bit her 
lips and looked in the direction of the desk. To her relief, he told her he 
would drive over to his sister's house, pick her up, then stop at the hotel 
for Sundae. 

His smile grew even more friendly when he added, "My sister is rather on the 
conventional side-that is, she'd be sure to think I was going straight to 
hell in a hand basket if she knew I asked you to come to dinner without 
having been properly introduced first. I mean, we know it's perfectly 
alright, but you know how mothers are ... I'm afraid our mother warped poor 
Joan's brain. You wouldn't mind if I told her we've known each other for 
quite some time, would you?" 

"Of course not," answered Sundae with a smile. And just knowing that his 
sister had been brought up the same way she had, always having to bow to 
social convention, made everything seem alright. 

"Well say the Lancasters introduced us," Rex said with a mischievous glow in 
his eyes. "Joan wasn't able to attend Lucinda Lancaster's coming out party, 
so shell never know the difference." 

Sundae nodded and looked for the letter slot. "I'm Revel Davis," said Rex 
quickly. "I'll pick you up in-say an hour." 

He left and Sundae collected herself enough to mail the letters she'd 
written that afternoon. The fact that Mr. Davis had mentioned Lucinda 
Lancaster made everything doubly alright, she was sure. Everyone knew about 
the fabulous Lucinda Lancaster of Boston and Newport. Although Sundae didn't 
know the season's most beautiful and wealthy debutante in person, many of 
her friends at Vassar knew Lucinda and several of them had gone to her 
debut. If she'd had reservations about accepting a dinner invitation from 
this obviously cultured and friendly young man before, they melted away as 
soon as he mentioned the magic name. With a pang of longing and fear, she 
thought of her mother, who was always worrying about Sundae meeting the 
right people. She wished she could tell her about Revel Davis. Everybody 
knew about the fabulously wealthy Davis family, and although Sundae wasn't 
sure the man who had introduced himself to her was the Revel Davis, she 
doubted that there were two young men of the same name-especially two such 
handsome, distinguished-looking men. 

After she had purchased stamps at the candy counter and dropped her letters 
in the slot, she went back up to her room where she put on an especially 
becoming dress and took extreme care with her hair. She wished again she 
could tell her mother about meeting Revel Davis, about going to dinner with 
him. In the back of her mind a little golden goddess with horns asked 
distinctly, "If you had a chance, would you marry into all that money...?" 
And she answered the little golden goddess with horns by nodding her head 
seriously. She knew she would, and she wouldn't find it a terrible 
sacrifice. Not at all, considering those beautiful brown eyes, that 
wonderful build, that soft, sensuous curve of his mouth ... and then of 
course she would tell him about her mother's problem, once they were 
married. She blushed a little as she met her shining eyes in the mirror, 
realizing that she was not only incurably romantic, she was a calculating 
dreamer. 

In the hotel lobby, Rex Davitts was in the middle of a telephone call. His 
handsome face had taken on a brooding quality as he listened to the girl on 
the other end of the line screech at him. "What the hell do you mean, you 
sonofabitch, make myself look like some square! How the hell do I know how 
to make myself look like a straight person, for Chrissakes? I never looked 
straight in my whole fucking life!" 

"Listen, Joan, now goddamn it, shut up a minute and let me talk. I know damn 
well you weren't born with a prick in your mouth." 

"How do you know I wasn't born with a prick in my mouth? How do you know my 
father wasn't humping my mother at the time of birth and that's how come I-" 

"Shut up! This is business. This chick doesn't know anything about people 
like us. And she can make the company a fucking fortune. She would never 
have consented to going to dinner with me, understand, unless I assured her 
my sister would be there. So put your hair in a bun or something, and wear 
something that doesn't show every snatch hair you've got. And try to speak 
like a woman of culture, you hear?" 

"Culture, schmulture. What's in it for me?" 

"Two hundred dollars," said Rex off the top of his head. 

"Jesus. And I don't even have to ball anybody? Okay." There was a decided 
warmth in Joan's voice. "Say, does Julian know about this?" Her voice 
changed again to her usual shrill tone. "You know hell have your balls hung 
on the college mall if you go around spending that kind of the company's 
money for a strange piece of ass, Rex. And when do I get my two hundred?" 

"Tonight. I'll hand it to you in an envelope. I told this Chickus Atlantus 
that we've got some family business to discuss. So keep a cool head, 
sweetheart, and don't blow it. Remember you're my sister, Joan Davis. And 
I'm Revel Davis, and don't call me Rex." 

"Horseshit. Okay. I'll remember." 

"Be at the hotel here in about forty-five minutes." 

"Yeah, yeah!" 

"And none of that 'yeah, yeah' talk. Converse, Joan. Like you did in that 
fuck flick where you played the part of a debutante." 

"Shit, I only had three lines." 

"Just do it!" Rex Davitts hung up, wiped the perspiration from his forehead 
and put in another call to Julian Corbin. The brooding quality that had been 
on his handsome features was no longer there. 

At five minutes after eight, the telephone in Sundae's hotel room rang. The 
man at the desk announced that Mr. Davis and his sister were in the lobby. 
Sundae thanked him and hung up, more pleased than ever with herself for 
having chosen a nice, exclusive family hotel. Another desk clerk would have 
been oblivious about guests coming to the room of a young lady. She smiled 
grimly as she glanced at herself in the mirror again, noting with 
satisfaction that she looked as beautiful as she'd thought she would in the 
white dress. It occurred to her that she was operating under a paradoxical 
life style. Here I am, ready and willing to let people see my body in the 
nude, providing I pass the screen test, and at the same time I'm worrying 
about what people think of me. It upset her when she thought about being 
naked in front of a camera, but not as much as it bothered her when she 
thought about the man who would be behind that camera. She squared her 
shoulders and lifted her chin. A host of brave, gallant Chevalier and Du 
Valeur women were behind her, she reminded herself. Fleetingly, she 
remembered Sundae Du Valeur, for whom she had been named, who had been raped 
by three officers of the Union Army. The terrible deed had been done when 
the legendary Civil War beauty was serving her country-at least, what she'd 
thought of as her country, the Confederacy. Now, the old story had become a 
legend and her mother's eyes had always flashed with pride when she told the 
story. 

Sundae had once asked what became of the tragic young Confederate spy, and 
her mother had told her firmly that Sundae Du Valeur had married her 
childhood sweetheart. The couple had nine fine young sons and lived happily 
ever after. When Sundae the Second had asked her mother if the young 
southern gentleman hadn't felt his bride was ruined, Marie's eyes had 
flashed even brighter. "Of course not," she'd answered. "After all, he had 
an arm shot off, so he wasnt perfect either." Remembering her namesake made 
Sundae feel a little better about her own immediate future. Then she 
remembered the way Scarlett O Tiara had made herself a dress out of some 
dusty old draperies, which had helped her snare Rhett Butler. Of course 
Sundae knew Scarlett O Tiara was just a fictitious character, but she also 
knew it wouldn't hurt to look her best. So she crossed to the closet and 
took out her ermine wrap, which she draped around her shoulders before she 
left the room. With a Davis from Boston asking her to dinner, who knew? 
Maybe she'd not have to disrobe in front of the camera after all, she 
thought solemnly as she made sure her door was locked. 

Dinner was long and sumptuous. Although Sundae had learned the correct wines 
to drink with dinner, her mother had always seen to it that she didn't 
over-indulge. The man who called himself Revel Davis kept filling her glass 
and it tasted so good that Sundae kept drinking it. She was impressed with 
Joan's elegant manners and slightly spinsterish ways, too, so she didn't 
think she could possibly come to harm when Joan asked her if she would care 
to come and see the family home. 

"Oh, I didn't know the Davis family had a home in San Francisco," said 
Sundae, breathless. 

"Didn't you?" Joan looked at her with surprised eyes. "Why, I thought 
everyone knew about the-really, it's simply absurd! Such grotesque taste." 
She shrugged her slender shoulders and smiled haughtily. "You see, it was 
built at the turn of the century. On money from the Nevada silver mines, of 
course, and sometimes my blood simply boils when I think of how selfish 
Revel's and my ancestors were. To think of building an enormous mansion out 
of the ill-gained fortunes from the silver fields." 

"I didn't know people thought of the silver mines as-well, you know, not 
legitimate," said Sundae. 

"Oh, the silver kings were scoundrels," said Joan, who was getting a little 
carried away with her play-acting. Rex kicked her shin and she looked at 
him, dead-pan. "My brother seems to feel that I'm deplorable. He calls me a 
do-gooder, I'm afraid. By the way, Revel, where's the mon-ah, that is, that 
invoice?" 

Rex Davitts handed Joan an envelope, which she immediately opened, peeked at 
and slipped into her purse. "But I really do think you should come and take 
a look at the family mausoleum, Sundae ... just to see how the degenerate 
rich lived back in the days of the silver booms. I understand the antiques 
are quite important." 

Sundae looked at Rex Davitts. He looked back at her and gave her a warm 
smile. She decided it would be alright, especially since his sister was 
going along. 

During the long drive to the Farraday house, the 'brother' and 'sister' kept 
up a steady stream of banter. Once at the. beautiful old mansion, however, 
the light conversation came to an end. Rex and Joan showed Sundae around the 
first floor and she was impressed, especially with all the mirrors. Each 
room had at least one, so enormous that they covered an entire wall. The 
rococo mirrors were flawless, all edged with beveled glass. To Sundae's 
well-trained eye, they appeared to be originals and not copies. 

"Wait until you see the second floor," said Joan. "I understand our 
great-grandfather had a fetish about mirrors. They're even more lavish 
upstairs. And the furniture is rather-different." 

Rex Davitts looked around at the antiques and thanked the present owner of 
Farraday house silently. It wasn't the first time the big old Victorian 
mansion had been used by the motion picture company. They'd made several 
movies on the place, and Julian had thrown a few orgies there. Rex licked 
his lips as he eyed Sundae's lush boobs, so nice and warm and mellow-looking 
under the fabric of her dress. He suggested another drink before Sundae was 
shown the second floor. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

By the time they reached the second floor, Sundae was walking with a very 
slight list. She kept telling herself it surely wasn't because she'd had too 
much to drink as she tried to count back and remember just how many she'd 
had. She certainly didn't want to spoil things between herself and this 
magnificent, rich young man. It just wouldn't do for him to consider her a 
lush. Her head felt hot. Her hands felt cold. The first bedroom she entered 
spun crazily in front of her for a second, then she gasped at the pure 
beauty of the antique furnishings. "It's lovely," she said. Then she got 
dizzy again, when she saw her own face and figure reflected in three huge 
mirrors. The mirrors -lined all the walls except the one behind the 
headboard of the bed. 

The second room was even more dazzling with mirrors. "They're even on the 
ceiling," said Rex as he held her elbow to steady her. She looked up and got 
dizzy again, then to her horror, she started giggling. "Where's Joan?" she 
asked as soon as she was able to stop laughing. 

"She went to her bedroom to get her cigarettes," Rex answered gently. "Shell 
be right back." Then, just as gently, he took Sundae's hand and guided her 
to the lavish bed. Her fingers admired the velvet of the deep red spread, 
but she felt a little worried about sitting on a bed with Revel at her side. 
Topmost in her mind was the fear that Joan would return and find her in such 
an intimate position. 

He took her hand. Held it. Turned the palm up and frowned, looking at it 
intently. 

"What's wrong?" When he spoke, Sundae was conscious of a Breathless quality 
in her voice. It made her nervous. She giggled again. Having him look at her 
hand so intently made her feel all fluttery. She wondered if it was dirty; 
if she might have butter or lemon juice from the lobster sauce on her palm, 
or something. 

"Your lifeline," he said in a voice fraught with all kinds of dark, dreadful 
implications. 

She fell for it, now only partially conscious of worrying about being alone 
and on a bed with him. Right then she felt frightened. "Does it mean I'm 
going to die young? I didn't know you could read palms!" 

"Just a little something I picked up on my travels. They believe in 
palmistry in India, you know. And there, of course, it's a religion-not a 
parlor trick." Carefully, tenderly, he turned her hand over, closed the 
fingers together and brought the back of her moist little fist to his lips. 
And kissed it. 

Sundae looked at her hand, very conscious of the way it felt all warm and 
tingly where his lips had pressed against it for a second. The rich feeling 
took her mind off the dreaded implications that had been in his voice when 
he'd mentioned her life line. Then she remembered it again and asked him, 
begged him, to tell her what he had seen. 

He laughed, then put a hand to her shoulders and turned her almost sideways 
on the bed so he could look into her eyes. His face was actually tragic when 
he spoke again. "I was being very foolish. After all, we just met. This very 
night, my little darling. So of course I mustn't allow myself to be carried 
away." 

"BUT MY LIFELINE!" Sundae shrieked the words out, in a panic, sure he meant 
she was going to die right away. Like tomorrow or something. "PLEASE TELL 
ME! IT ISN'T FAIR TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT JUST ENOUGH TO TEASE ME AND 
THEN STOP!" 

"Oh, my dear child," he said with another one of those melting, tragic 
glances. "Please forgive me. I should have realized you'd think I meant I 
was worried about your lifeline." Once again he turned her hand over, 
uncurled her fingers and bent them hack so the reddish lines on her palm 
were darker, clearer. Tracing the long, curved line that started at the 
middle of her palm between the base of her thumb and her index finger with 
the tip of his own finger, he said, "Look how long it is. Ahhhh, to be so 
lucky as to-yes. A very, very long life. And happiness such as you've never 
dreamed about. Riches. Luxury. Absolutely everything your heart could 
desire. Love. So much love is in store for you, Sundae, darling." 

"Then why did you look so awful when you first looked at my life line?" She 
was only slightly mollified, still ready to believe that he had actually 
read it in her palm that she was going to die soon. Sundae had never had her 
palm read before and didn't know one line from another. 

"I don't want to sadden you." He laughed again, this time softly, with a 
touch of sadness. "But of course that's impossible. I must remind myself 
that we've just met. That's what is so tragic about it all. You see...." He 
turned his own palm over and showed her his lifeline. "I have so little time 
left. And to think that you've been here on this earth all this time ... 
that you've been walking around out there." Here Rex pressed his left hand 
to his heart, then flung it dramatically to the side, his voice eloquent and 
dramatic. "Yes! Out there in the world, treading the same soil that I trod, 
but so-many miles away. Cruel fate! To know the wonderful joy of meeting 
you, but to know I must leave you. Forever, and so soon! Kiss me, my sweet." 

On the other side of the two-way mirror that occupied the entire wall that 
faced the bedroom where Rex and Sundae were, Julian Corbin snorted. The 
motion picture camera kept on turning while Julian glanced at Joan Galloway. 
"That horse's ass," he said in a low voice. "I wish he'd cut out the 
dramatics. He sounds like a phony turd if I ever heard one. The broadie's 
going to know he's trying to fill her full of shit. He's laying it on too 
thick." 

"Don't kid yourself, Julian. That little chickie doesn't know her ass from a 
piece of fat meat. Not about men and the world, that is." Joan shimmied out 
of her body stocking and scratched under her breasts. "Christ, I must be 
allergic to something. Every time I wear that body stocking I itch like 
crazy. Besides, I think the little cunt wants to be snowed. Jesus, did you 
see the way she looked at him? Like he was magic or something. Of course, he 
did kind of lay it on with a trowel about being rich. But if he's pulling 
the wool over her eyes, it's because she wants to have the wool pulled over 
her eyes. She's nuts about him." 

"Nobody could be that nuts," answered Julian as he watched the scene on the 
bed. "Shit. Look at that! He's got her bawling, for rats-ass sake! What kind 
of film is this going to be with the broad bawling! For two cents, I'd go in 
there and rape the little bitch myself. Goddamn it, he's supposed to be 
acting like he's her new husband! That she's losing her by-god cherry! What 
broad's gonna bawl her eyes out when she's about to lose her cherry? When we 
dub the sound in, how the fuck are we going to make it look like a bride on 
her honeymoon? " 

Joan Galloway gave her employer a grim look. "Julian, you don't know a thing 
about it, Jesus Christ! You never had a goddamn cherry in your whole fucking 
life, you never even had one of your own. I bet you were born jacking off, 
for Chrissake. So how much do you know about how a little eighteen-year-old 
chick like that's going to feel when her husband's about to get her cherry? 
Lots of girls cry." 

"Balls. If the world was out of water and I had to wait for a virgin to cry 
when she's about to lose her cherry, I sure-Lord would die of thirst. I'm 
telling you, there aren't enough of them left these days to shake a prick 
at." Julian looked at Joan again. "Stop scratching your tits. You'll get 'em 
all marked up for the movie tomorrow." 

"I thought you said even you believed this chickie hadn't ever been 
pronged," said Joan. 

"Well. I did when I talked to her. But lookit that! She's letting that 
sonofabitch take her clothes off." 

"She's blushing, though," said Joan. "Jeeeez! This is going to be a 
beautiful flick, Julian. Jeeeeez. I wish I could remember what it felt like 
to feel like she does. Oh, look! She's got the prettiest little tits I ever 
saw. Not so little, either. You know what, Julian, if I didn't like to suck 
cock so good, I'd like to be a man." With a quick motion, Joan got to her 
knees in front of Julian and unzipped him. Then she took out his flaccid 
cock. "Limp!" She looked at it blankly. "How come it's limp?" 

"Blow it. It'll pump right up. 

Joan blew. Julian's eyes widened. His cock lurched high, thick and hard. His 
excitement caused him to tremble. "Put it in your mouth all the way to your 
throat, Joan. God in a bunghole! She is!" His eyes continued to watch Sundae 
through the two-way mirror. "She honest to God is an honest to Jesus 
fourteen-karat, tight-cunted virgin! Look at that box of hers. I bet old 
Rex's going to feel like he's got his pecker caught inside a goddamn Waring 
blender! But, oh, Jesus, would I like to be him! Listen, Joan, you think I'd 
look a lot younger if I bought me a wig?" 

"MMMMMMMMMM!" Joan's eyes looked up at Julian. Her eyes were all glazed 
over. She nodded her head vigorously up and down, up and down. Finally 
Julian realized it was hard for a person to talk when they've got a prick 
slammed inside their mouth all the way to the tonsils. And once Joan got her 
lips wrapped around one, he knew she wouldn't turn it loose. But it made him 
feel better to realize she was nodding her head. He'd been thinking about 
getting himself a wig for quite some time. 

Slowly, his pelvis began to rock back and forth, shoving his cock in deeper 
to the soft moist heat of Joan's throat, then drawing it out until nothing 
was left inside her oven mouth but the cockhead, where she kept it firmly 
grasped between her sucking lips. But even with all that hot sweet sucking 
going on, Julian remembered to flick the little lever that brought Sundae's 
important pieces of anatomy into sharp focus and larger-than-life view when 
it was time. "Dolly in," he breathed as he pushed his cock deeper inside 
Joan's mouth. "Dolly out, ahhhhhh, yes, baby, you are the sweetest little 
cocksucker in the Bay Area!" 

In the plush red velvet draperied bedroom with all the mirrors, Sundae's 
mind was whirling. The slightly dizzy feeling she'd had right after the 
drinks they'd had downstairs had worn off. In its place was a warm glow. She 
wasn't sure whether it was due to the drinks or because .of the marvelous 
way her ripe body was responding. Her breasts were swollen and aching, but 
when the man she knew as Revel touched them they ached even more. When Rex 
first started to undress her she had again asked the breathless question 
about the whereabouts of Joan. Rex had given her an offhand answer and she'd 
known a moment of suspicion. It came to her that maybe everything wasn't as 
it had appeared on the surface. There wasn't an inkling in her mind that the 
sumptuous mansion didn't belong to Joan and Revel. 

Sundae had experienced little exposure to the seamier side of life. She knew 
there were people out there somewhere who sometimes took advantage of young, 
innocent girls, but she'd always felt such base individuals were removed 
from her everyday existence. It was impossible for her to draw the 
conclusion that she had been set up completely, but she did begin to wonder 
if Joan had conveniently disappeared after a brotherly talk from Revel. 
She'd also known a moment of anguish that had nothing to do with the man who 
was with her. It was caused by her conscience and upbringing. She had been 
groomed for a 'good' marriage with a 'suitable' man from a good family. 

While the heat of her desires coursed through the length of her body, Sundae 
had been unable to push the memory of her mother's lectures completely 
aside. For a split second, she had almost been able to hear the dry way her 
mother had lectured her about keeping herself chaste for the greatest moment 
in her life. "It doesn't matter how many of your friends have loose morals, 
Sundae. Always remember that you'll be doing yourself a great disfavor if 
you-" But along about then Sundae pushed her mother's memory aside. It just 
simply wasn't possible to concentrate on all the good things that were 
happening to her and at the same time to keep her mother's warnings in mind. 
Besides, Sundae was positive that nobody who had the proud name of Davis-the 
Boston Davis family, no less-would expect her to surrender herself without 
some kind of an understanding. At about the time that she felt her bra being 
drawn away from her lush young breasts and leaving them free to Rex's 
caressing fingers, she panted, "You may think I'm old-fashioned, but I-" 

"Of course you haven't ever done this before," said Rex soothingly. "Surely 
you don't think I would dream you went around hopping in bed like some 
common strumpet!" 

"But I wasn't going to say that," said Sundae as she tried not to admit even 
to her secret self that the creamy goo was fairly running like a river down 
there between her legs. "I meant, I always wanted to be married before I-" 

"Of course we'll be married," said Rex just before he latched onto one ripe 
red nipple with his greedy lips. 

Now that that was settled, Sundae allowed her seething body to lie back 
against the bed and relax. She felt a great choking sensation in her throat 
and a coldness in her chest when she looked at Rex's handsome features and 
realized that he didn't have long to live. For a second, she tried to give 
the matter of palmistry some thought; to wonder if there really was anything 
in it. She certainly hoped not. Because even though it would mean being a 
wealthy widow, she didn't want to be a wealthy widow. She was sure she was 
in love with this handsome man who was so capable of setting her body on the 
most delightful kind of fire. Through her mind ran a thread of contempt for 
all the fumbling, bumbling youths who had tried to get her to go all the 
way. Although she'd always been afraid that with her particular kind of 
metabolism she might not make it to the altar with her cherry, she also knew 
the only reason she still had it was because none of those other men had 
been able to arouse her enough to cause the fear to evaporate. 

"Ohhhhh, lovely," she squealed when she felt the first electric sparkle in 
her clitoris. Rex had his middle finger on it. Sundae had often applied her 
own middle finger to the fountaining little organ and caused it to spit, but 
she'd never been able to make herself feel that wonderful, she thought with 
delight. 

"Mmmmmmmm, wonderful!" She didn't know what was coming next, but she felt 
his lips tugging at her nipple and the hand that he'd been working over her 
clit with was still down there. She squirmed and humped up and down, 
glorying in the delightful sensation. She knew she would never be able to 
make herself feel that wonderful. Not even if she had a breast pump to suck 
her titty with a three-pronged instrument of some kind to fill her pussy, 
rub at her clit and at the same time to tantalize her anus. No, she decided 
as she panted and humped harder against his hand, she could never make 
herself feel that way with some kind of mechanical device because she now 
knew she needed the human contact. The human male contact. The human male 
Revel Davis contact! "I'll never, ever want anyone but you," she breathed 
rapturously. 

Rex didn't answer. He switched over to her other breast and felt the nipple 
harden instantly inside his mouth. He was thinking about what fantastic tits 
she had. His fingers were being sucked and pulled at by her wildly working 
slit. Each little nerve and fiber made him more and more sure that Sundae 
was not only a virgin, she was a virgin who had been aching for cock for a 
long, long time. His pride swelled along with his enormous cock. He was 
damned glad he was getting at her for the first time, even if he was aware 
that old Julian was in the next room grinding away with his camera. It 
didn't really matter, he felt sincerely. What did matter was not to put this 
darling little morsel in a situation where some asshole would jump on, bang 
her practically dry cunt, then spurt and climb off, leaving her with a bad 
taste in her mouth and a bad feeling in her coozey. He was working it up to 
the point where she wouldn't mind the little twinge of pain she'd feel if 
she hadn't been so well lubricated. He adored the clutching, sucking, 
gobbling muscles of her tightly furled little cunt as it pulled his finger 
in deeper and deeper. Thoughtfully, he worked around in her box and thrilled 
at the youthful feel of untouched scunch. There was a fess about young pussy 
that older, more experienced pussies just didn't have. 

Rex considered himself a connoisseur of cuntery. At twenty-eight, he was 
sure he had stuck his dong into more cunt than most men who had lived a 
lifetime. But just the same, he never got tired of it, never felt in the 
least jaded. At the time he was actually fucking, he thought to himself in 
the same kind of bright and shining wonder that he always had when he put 
his mind to fucking, he always thought that particular piece of ass was 
absolutely the best. Right at the time when his senses were all reeling and 
he was about to feel the all-consuming greatness of getting his rocks off, 
he was sure he'd never laid another girl who had the ability to suck it out 
of him the way that particular one had who happened to be under him at the 
time. So he wasn't quite able to level with himself when he thought, as 
usual, Jesus! This is the living end. This is the farthest-out snatch in the 
whole wide world. But damn it, he thought again, trying to weigh the 
difference he felt in this one, there is something extra-wonderful about 
this one. He shifted his hand around down there in the goo and gently 
inserted a second finger along with the first one. She stiffened a second, 
but right away she started up her hunching rhythm, so he knew it would be 
all right. Just a few more seconds, he promised his lurching, throbbing 
cock, and I'll mount her. Spread those lovely legs of hers apart and rest 
that blazing, swollen cockhead against her twitching little twitchet, then 
shove it in all the way! 

Rex wasn't concerned about such insignificant things like wondering how he'd 
face Sundae once she found out he wasn't really Revel Davis-when she found 
out he was the other half of Wildwood Films, Inc. He wasn't worried about 
how she'd react to that little piece of news any more than he was worried 
about how she'd react when she found out he had no intention of marrying 
her. These things, Rex knew, had a habit of taking care of themselves. Rex 
felt himself to be an extremely lucky man as well as a talented one. 
Whenever he had been hard-up against it in the past (like the time he 
thought sure he would have to drop out of college because of no money), 
something had always happened to him that yanked him out of trouble. He felt 
confident that he'd get out of this minor lie that Sundae had swallowed; 
further, that he'd come out smelling like a rose. 

Sundae was trembling all over. She wanted him to keep on doing the same 
thing he was doing to her slit and her breasts forever. At the same time, 
she wanted him to stop doing it long enough to put his wonderful tool inside 
her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, silently begging him to either 
work his hands harder, faster, or stop long enough to fill her hungry, 
yearning little cunt with cock. But when he did withdraw his fingers from 
all those places where he'd made her feel so delightfully good, she felt an 
acute sense of loss. Then the old fear came rolling back over her. "It'll 
hurt," she breathed. And closed her eyes tightly, as if keeping out the 
sight of herself in that big mirror across the room-herself just about to 
get fucked, she reminded herself as she risked one more tantalizing look 
into the mirror and then told herself that maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad. 

But the last glance she took of herself in the mirror hooked her. It was 
such a highly erotic scene and at the same time such a beautiful thing to 
look at, that she couldn't tear her eyes away. Slowly, slowly the big man 
with his beautiful body pulled himself to his knees. 

NOW! NOW! I'M GOING TO GET IT, GET IT, GET IT. NOW! There was something 
absolutely stunning about watching the rippling muscles of his back, about 
noting the way his arms looked when he supported himself. She even watched 
to see what would happen to his legs, wanting to know exactly how he would 
go about it. His knees bent and she was treated to a glimpse of his 
tremendous cock. Her eyes widened. "Noooooooo, not yet, it's too big!" She 
felt a fine mist of perspiration suddenly form between her breasts and on 
her forehead. She was trembling again, but not so much in lust as in real 
fear. She was sure that big thing would split her in two. 

"It isn't too big, you're made for it," said Rex. 

Sundae risked another glance in the mirror at it. She was positive it would 
never' fit inside her tiny little hole. Through her mind washed remembered 
sessions in the bathroom, with herself squatted on the floor over a hand 
mirror while she stretched her pussy lips apart and stared at her hole. "No 
it won't, I know how big it is, and it won't take that-" 

"Of course it will, don't be silly. Women are made for fucking. My prick 
isn't as big as some men you'll probably-I mean, just relax, will you?" 

"Relax!" Sundae started to fight him off. In the mirror, she could see his 
balls, all tight and swollen, but still puckered. "How can I relax when 
you're going to shove that big thing up inside me, why, my God, it's as big 
as a telephone pole, I mean, like trying to ram a telephone pole inside a 
light socket!" 

Rex was surprised. Her small hands flailed his face and her voluptuous body 
lurched around from one side of the bed to the other, throwing him all off 
balance. For a flickering second, he remembered Julian, on the other side of 
the mirror, with his camera. His face broke into a grin. After all, he 
remembered, Julian had wanted a rape scene all along. He knew he could 
overpower the girl who was about to get pronged. With that raging cock of 
his, he didn't intend to take much nonsense from her, but he decided to play 
things out since it had started that way. At least for a little while. Like 
an enormous tomcat in the act of playing with a mouse, he allowed Sundae to 
spring off the bed. She ran around in circles, showing a lot of tantalizing 
tit and plenty of lovely smooth ass. There was no doubt in Rex's mind that 
she was presenting a beautiful bunch of footage as she scrambled for her 
clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed with his arms folded across his 
chest, his cock as big as a flashlight and with a bulbous end almost as 
shining as a flashlight somebody's left turned on. Rex wasnt exactly unaware 
of the picture he would present on the finished flick, either. 

Sundae started to jump into a pair of very brief bikini panties, took a 
hurried look over her shoulder at Rex's throbbing cock and decided to make a 
break for it in the bare. She had all her clothes bunched up in her arms, 
even the ermine wrap, when she headed for the door. Her hands grasped the 
old-fashioned brass doorknob and she turned it. That was all she could do, 
though, just turn it. "What's the matter with this door?" She yelled it, 
then yanked it hard. The doorknob came off in her hand, sending her 
sprawling t to the floor. 

"Look at that!" Julian's eyes were bulged out so far that Joan couldn't keep 
from remarking that they could be wiped off with sticks. 

"What a picture!" chortled Julian. "With her cunt wide open to the camera, 
I'll show this in slow motion. Maybe stop the projector so those jerkoff 
artists that're watching the fuck film can really get a load of what a wide 
qpen virgin cunt looks like! Look at the way the hair curls around in the 
cum where old Rex had her so worked up. Look at the way it's matted to her 
pretty little cuntlips. Look at that box of hers, not any bigger than a 
minute-Jesus, Joan, suck harder, can't you?" 

Sundae bounced up from the floor and bent over to retrieve her clothes. They 
were in a little ball on the floor, so it didn't take long, just long enough 
to cause her to turn her bottom up to the camera so the lens was trained 
right on her skimpily hair-lined anus when it winked for a second before she 
stood up straight. In her best finishing school voice, she said haughtily, 
"I suppose you think that was hilariously funny. Now let me out of here, Mr. 
Davis." 

"Balls," said Rex. "Come back here." He remained where he was on the bed, 
smiling at her. His voice purred. He hoped Julian had sense enough to turn 
on the sound. "Come on, sweetheart." 

"I'm leaving!" Sundae remained where she was, not too far from the door, her 
eyes blazing. Rex continued to admire the way her mellow breasts, so smooth 
and so firm, rose up seductively over the balled-up clothing she held in her 
hands. It made a very charming picture indeed, what with the white ermine 
wrap hanging down to her pretty little pussy and getting all tangled 
up-white fur hairs with brown cunt hairs. 

"You aren't leaving until I open the door for you," he said gently. 

"But I don't want to, now," cried Sundae. "I thought I did, and I'm sorry I 
led you on like that-I don't want to be a c-c-well, you know what I mean." 

"Cockteaser?" Rex's voice was mild. "You aren't going to be any cockteaser, 
baby. I'm going to fuck you. That's all there is to it." 

"But I don't want to. I'm scared of that thing!" Sundae's eyes fell once 
again to his raging cock and her eyes got so big they showed a large amount 
of white. "Please, please, let me out of here!" 

To Rex's discomfort, she started to cry. He stood up, strode across the room 
and scooped her up in his arms. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I frightened you." He 
was having a little trouble keeping his voice smooth. He wanted to shake the 
shit out of her, that was exactly what he wanted to do. He caressed her, 
kissed her, smoothed back her hair and reminded her that he didn't have long 
to live. Her eyes were enormous as she looked at him and listened to him. 

Suddenly her body began to come alive again. She felt the spark fly from his 
mouth where it was coaxing her nipple into hardness down to her pussy and 
she wailed, wanting to deny the monster of passion that was blooming again 
in her body. And she wanted to turn a deaf ear on his plea that he didn't 
have long to live. It made her think of martyrs. 

But then, she thought with a twinge of self-righteousness, that wasn't such 
a bad idea. If it killed her, then she would have surely made a place for 
herself in heaven, wouldn't she? It was terribly hard for her to think with 
a clear head what with all those passion bumps breaking out all over her 
skin and that good hot feeling rippling through her pussy, her belly, then 
back again to her breasts. "Are you sure it won't hurt?" She whispered it, 
and Rex once more began to work his fingers around in her slit. 

"Keep your eyes shut this time, darling," he said softly. "Don't look at it. 
I promise it won't hurt. At least not much-and only for a little while." 

Sundae shuddered. She spread her legs wide and closed her eyes and waited. 
Andv waited. Finally she felt the heavy thrust of his cock against her box, 
but the terror that started to grip her melted away in the delight that 
surged up and down her when he put both his hands on her breasts and started 
gently milking her nipples. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Ohhhh YES!" Sundae cried when she felt the first stab of pain. It left 
almost as soon as she realized it was there. She felt the thick, throbbing 
organ push its way in a little deeper and gasped, then moaned, then gasped 
again. "Oh, I do like it! I do! I do! And it doesn't hurt ... well, at least 
not much." She ground out the words as she felt the penetrating length of 
his cock continue to push. Her pussy felt so alive that she wasn't sure she 
could contain herself. Her buttocks began to thump madly against the bed, 
then her pelvis took a thrust upwards and she knew she was getting the feel 
of the thing. She still felt a little confused. Everything seemed so natural 
to her, she thought in surprise. She's always been of the impression that 
she'd go about it awkwardly, maybe make a fool of herself because she didn't 
know quite how to use her body. But it came to her that her body had taken 
over for her. It was like batting her eyelid when something was suddenly 
thrown in front of her eyes. Only better, she thought with serene 
satisfaction as she began to seriously hump. Better! Much-much-much better 
than just an ordinary reflex action. It was wonderful. 

Their bodies were meshed together tightly. Sundae knew Revel was enjoying it 
tremendously. She could tell by the way his breath came out in a kind of 
mixture of agony and bliss; could tell by the way his hands were all over 
her body at once, caressing and loving, pressing here, pulling there. His 
lips clung to hers and she felt his tongue come sliding in between her 
teeth. At first it startled her. She'd been kissed like that before, but it 
had never made her feel like that! she thought in a flurry of hot pleasure. 
It seemed to her that he was fucking her with his tongue as well as with his 
cock; and that when he put his fingers on her breasts and milked them in 
that wonderful way, it was almost as if she were getting her breasts fucked. 
She knew that someday she would have to really look back upon this moment of 
her life and try to remember each little separate thing of splendor as it 
had happened to her. Try to recall all the different sensations that were 
filling her with such blooming joy. But right then, all she could do was 
allow her body to accept the deep thrusts that were growing deeper and 
harder with each passing second. She felt lifted onto a high plateau where 
all the good things she'd ever dreamed about awaited her. Soon, she told 
herself through the glorious haze, she would come. It would rock and roll 
out of her, leaving her shaken and spent. But it wouldn't be at all the way 
she'd known it before. The woman thing in her knew that, too. She knew she 
would never again be satisfied with rubbing her clitoris until she frothed 
off, because this was the total thing-the complete and rapturous kind of 
fulfillment that she'd always known it would be when the time came. 

Knowing all these things and understanding them didn't begin to really 
prepare her, though. When she could hold back the roiling gush no longer, 
she knew a surge of power that came from within her own body as well as the 
heady strength that came from the pounding cock that was filling her to the 
brim. 

She felt elation as well as the most supreme kind of pleasure imaginable. 
And strength of her womanhood along with a fast glance at a shimmering 
future. She felt triumphant, because in that spinning, flooding, 
bell-ringing, mind-blowing period of ancient knowledge that came from her 
body and the collective memory of all of past womanhood, she knew that she 
was possessed. Completely possessed, which was what she'd been made for in 
the first place. But at that same time, she knew she was also the one who 
possesses. Because that was what man had been made for, too. She opened her 
mouth and a long, piercing, cat-call sound was torn from her lips. "I'm 
cumming," she breathed hoarsely when she broke it off in the middle. "I'M 
CUMMMMM-INGGGGG!" 

Rex Davitts kept pounding it to her. He felt the sweet rush of her juices as 
they enveloped his cock, felt the giving lushness of her womanhood pulsate 
and throb as the orgasm rolled through her body. Felt her shudder, heard her 
scream out her first total release and felt extremely pleased that it had 
been he and not some dolt who could have closed those heavenly flood-gates 
forever. At last, after he was confident that she had finished cumming, he 
allowed the jetting stream of his own orgasm to go free. He fell against her 
taut breasts, burying his face between the deep cleavage and allowed his 
cock to hang in there to the fullest, his balls held tightly against her 
dripping bottom. She took it. All of it. And long before he was finished 
spurting his seed into her womb he felt her begin the ancient rocking 
thrusts all over again. He knew she had another cum in her, and if she was 
anything like the woman he felt her to be she would get it before his cock 
went limp on him. His own climax had been so powerful that he was breathing 
hard and his heart was hammering, but he managed to drag his laboring cock 
out almost to the crown, then thrust it back in, out again, in again, and 
one more time until he felt her quivering inner muscles begin to spasm 
again. At last he lay completely still, buried in her to the hilt while he 
felt the hot juice of her cum flow again. Her body was a living, 
machine-like instrument that threatened to devour him, and he thought with 
pleasure about how much he loved to be devoured in just that way. 

Moments later, he put a hand to Sundae's damp forehead, then caressed her 
dark blonde hair. She was in that satiated state of drowsiness that comes 
only after the release of a completely satisfying cum; half sleep, half 
sweet remembrances of the immediate past. He felt her stir, and pulled his 
long, flat cock out of her. He smiled down into her face just as she opened 
her eyes. "Well be married right away, of course?" 

"Oh, sure," he said. "Right away." 

Sundae sat up, conscious of too many things all crowding in on her at once. 
There she was, reflected in the mirrors, naked as a jaybird and not even 
trying to cover it. Everything seemed so natural, she thought with surprise. 
She had been under the impression that she'd be afraid to look him in the 
eyes afterwards. Then she remembered Joan. "Your sister! What she must think 
of me! I hope she didn't hear me when I yelled like that." 

"The place is soundproof, darling," said Rex. 

"But where did she go? I mean, where did she disappear to?" Sundae thought 
she had a pretty good idea where Joan had disappeared to. To her own room, 
because now that it was all over and done with, she had a distinct feeling 
that she'd been set up. Right after she'd digested that idea, she gulped and 
looked over to where Rex was getting back into his clothes. She wondered how 
many times he had picked up young, innocent girls and carted them off to his 
big old mansion, using his sister to help get him a piece of ass. She was 
very close to tears, and she kept remembering the casual, offhand way he'd 
answered her when she'd murmured stupidly about getting married right away. 
Now she wished she hadn't said anything of the kind, even though she was 
positive that she still loved him. She sighed and asked which door led to 
the bathroom, feeling all of the sins and foolish hopes of every other girl 
who was in Revel's past around her young shoulders. 

"That one," answered Rex. The look he gave her was inquiring. He started to 
ask her why she'd sighed and why she suddenly looked as though she were 
ready to burst into tears, but she trotted off to the bathroom before he had 
a chance to speak. When she did open the bathroom door, she turned such a 
look of cold hatred on him that he shivered. He countered the icy look with 
a bright smile. "Why the gloom? Why the cold front? Christ, if I were not 
made of sturdy stuff, I'd freeze to death right in this room." 

"You made a fool out of me, Revel Davis. You made me feel sorry for you 
because of that short lifeline in your palm! Then you took advantage of me. 
Well, I'm not going to be taken in by you again." She sniffed, tossed her 
pretty little head and started to put her clothes on. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" He knew what the hell she was talking 
about, but once he'd encountered another girl whose personality was much 
like Sundae's. She'd had some pretty sharp knees. He winced, just 
remembering that experience. 

"You aren't going to marry me," she sobbed. 

"Oh, Christ, I-now, listen, don't carry on like that." There were times when 
Rex Davitts didn't want to feel like an A-number-1 shit-heel. Right then was 
one of those times. Just as unpleasant to him was the thought of getting 
married. It occurred to him that this entire scene just wasn't real. He knew 
she'd been a virgin. His eyes flicked to the sheet with the tell-tale drops 
of blood on it, mute evidence that he'd broken her cherry. But just the same 
it seemed to Rex that she ought to have been more worldly than all that! 
"Christ, this is the twentieth century!" 

"What's that got to do with it?" Sundae's beautiful eyes were even more 
beautiful when they shone with unshed tears. She leveled them at him for a 
second, then shrugged. "Forget it, will you? What an idiot I was." Her voice 
changed as she reached around in back and zipped her dress up. "I know what 
happened. You saw me in the hotel and right away you decided you wanted a 
piece of ass. Isn't that what men call it when it doesn't mean anything? A 
piece of ass, like they say a piece of meat or a piece of paper. And you 
knew I wasn't a chippie. Or a whore. Because chippies and whores don't stay 
in that hotel. So you set up this meeting with your sister, who probably has 
helped you along lots of times when you see some ass that appeals to you! 
Well, take me back to my hotel and I hope I never see you again, you hear 
me? It's just a good thing I have a good job-and that I need the money. 
Otherwise, I'd go back home to Atlanta where at least I know people. The 
Davis family! Oh boy! Why, you aren't even as nice as poor old Glen Stokes 
from back home, and he's never been close to the kind of people you were 
brought up with." 

Rex swallowed, wondering how Sundae would react when she found out that not 
only was his name not Revel Davis, but that he was the junior partner in a 
fuck-film industry. He wondered also how he was always getting himself into 
these messes. But of course he knew, he thought with a lift of his spirits. 
They'd make a fortune with Sundae Chevalier. She had the build for it and 
she had the right kind of battery for it. He knew there would be others who 
would turn her on just as he had, and his only regret was that he couldn't 
always be the one to do it. 

Sundae didn't say a word all the way back to the hotel. She kept thinking 
about how nice Mr. Corbin was. The fact that he was an older man and balding 
made her feel even better, because she was sure he would have a fatherly 
feeling for her instead of a lascivious one. When Rex drew his car up 
alongside the curb at her hotel, she didn't wait for him to go around and 
open the door. Instead, she lifted her chin and stepped out, accepting the 
doorman's hand with a pleasant smile. Nor did she look back as she ran to 
the revolving doors. It wasn't until she was upstairs in her room that she 
gave in to the sobs that had threatened to break through the barrier of her 
pride. Falling across the bed, she cried and cried and cried. Then she sat 
up, blew her nose and wiped her eyes and grated out one word. "Asshole." 

As soon as Rex and Sundae were safely out of the house, Julian and Joan 
packed up all the equipment and took it to Julian's car. When they were in 
San Francisco, Julian drove Joan to her apartment, then wasted no time about 
getting the exposed film to the studio where he instructed the young 
technician who worked nights to get it ready for viewing the next day. 
"We've got to dub in sound for the most part, but I want this in a hurry." 
It didn't take Julian long to drive to Rex's apartment where he was pleased 
to see his car in the driveway. A great big smile was on his face when Rex 
Davitts opened the door. "Jesus, Rex, we've honest-to-God done it. That girl 
is going to make us so rich we'll be able to stuff snatches with caviar and 
eat it out if we're of a mind to. And all our girls can take champagne 
douches. Cheeee-rist" 

"The Chickus Atlantus is madder than hell," said Rex as he made Julian a 
drink. 

"Madder than hell?" Julian scratched his balls and gave Rex a puzzled look. 
"What the hell's she got to be mad about? She got her bell rung for her, 
didn't she? I mean, no shit, Rex, you really know how to get right in there 
and make the old cunny vibrate. What a lay! I mean it was a beautiful thing 
to watch, Rex. Of course there was that time when you started laying it on a 
little heavy; I mean, shit, man, the men who buy our films-don't want any 
Romeo and Juliet stuff, they don't want to be bothered with all that talk, 
they want to watch a lot of fucking. But when you got to it, you fucked, 
boy. I mean to tell you, you really fucked that little old Southern doll all 
the way and then some. So what's she got to be mad about?" 

"She thinks I'm a bastard. A turd. Of the first water." 

Julian beamed. "Then you already told her how it really is? Boy, you're a 
genius. I didn't think you'd lay it on her about what we expect of her right 
off the bat, but now that you have-" 

"No, shit no. It's worse than that. I mean, I didn't tell her anything about 
the fuck pictures. She's mad because we aren't going to get married. She 
feels like she's been bamboozled, I guess. And get this, Julian, sweetie," 
Rex said as he put his face quite close to Julian's. "She informed me that 
it was a good thing she had a good job-otherwise she'd be tempted to leave 
here, and go on back to Atlanta. Yeah, and she said she also needed the 
money. Goddamn. What I'm afraid of is, I'm afraid she's going to balk when 
she finds out what we want her to do." 

"You mean she's genuine? She's not putting on an act? You mean she actually 
thought you meant it when you said you'd marry her? Jesus, nobody means it 
when they ask a chick to marry them. Nobody in their right mind, at least." 

"Julian, you aren't thinking. You aren't getting the picture. Anybody that's 
so straight-laced they go all to pieces just because they've been balled, 
for Chrissake, they aren't going to do the things we had in store for her. 
Like fucking monkeys. And dogs and things. I mean, Julian, I don't care how 
much money her old lady stole from that bank, this chick isn't going to go 
that route." . 

"Well, shit." Julian's face fell into hard lines. "I knew it all along, you 
bastard, remember I told you over the phone I was sick and tired of you 
hiring these virgins that turn out to be...." 

"She was a virgin," growled Rex. "You said you were sick and tired of me 
hiring people over the telephone coming up with notions about them maybe 
being a virgin. Only now that we've finally got one-how the hell can we use 
her? We can't make another film of her losing her cherry. You only lose that 
once. And we're paying that little cunt's hotel bill!" 

"Something else is eating away at you. I can just tell," said Julian glumly. 
"Might as well tell me the rest of it." 

"It's this feeling I've got." 

"No more of that fucking E.S.P. shit!" 

"No, now, really, you've got to listen to me. I've got this feeling that if 
she walks into the building and sees me there she'll turn her pretty little 
tail right around and walk to hell out forever." 

"We've got too much invested in her. The plane ticket. The hotel bill. 
Jesus." Julian's eyebrows were drawn together in a deep frown. He snapped 
his fingers. "Well, we'll just have to see to it that you stay out of the 
office for a while. Until she gets broken in." 

"Meantime, how are we going to break her in?" 

Julian paced the room for a while. About five minutes later, he whirled 
around on his heel and pointed his finger at Rex. "I've got it!" You marry 
her!" 

"You're out of your ever-lovin' gourd!" 

"No I'm not. Be reasonable, Rex." 

"Me be reasonable! You idiot, she thinks I'm Revel Davis, of the Boston 
Davis Family." 

"So what? Tell her you were so floored by all that ravishing beauty when you 
first saw her on that elevator or wherever the hell you saw her that you 
were afraid she'd not give the time of day to an ordinary guy named Rex 
Davitts. Or better, marry her under the phony name. Anything. Just marry 
her. That way, you can keep on screwing her and we can keep on making 
pictures of her getting it." Julian grew expansive and a faraway gleam came 
into his eyes. "Think of it. We could name the first of the series, I'm 
referring to the little deal we pulled tonight, ah-let's see. How about 
Awakening of a Virgin?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then the next of the series, something like Repeat Performance." 

"Yeah. But-" 

"We can keep using her over and over. Each time you show her something new 
and different. Can you imagine her reaction, a real old-fashioned girl like 
this, when you go down on her? When you give her the first tongue-fucking 
she's ever had? When she first gets a taste of what it's like to have that 
big prick of yours crammed into her mouth all the way down to her Adam's 
apple?" 

"Then what about the inevitable time I can see coming in your wild-assed 
schemes, Julian? I mean, what about when it gets to the orgies? What'll you 
name that one, The Diddlers Three?" 

"Good title, my boy," said Julian without batting an eyelash. "Then, when we 
get to the point where she takes on animals, I can just see it. We could do 
a fairy tale series. Goldilocks and the Three German Shepherds. Little Red 
Riding Hood and the Russian Wolfhound. Sleeping Beauty and the Shetland 
Pony." 

Rex ran his hands through his hair. "How do you think I'd be able to talk my 
own wife-even if she just thought she was my wife-into that sort of thing?" 

"Why hell, Rex," answered Julian excitedly. "You'd build her up to it, of 
course. Go about it in a completely natural way just like you would any 
wife. By the time you got around to the orgies, she'd be a little balky at 
first, but she'd get the hang of it pretty soon and get to love it. They all 
do. And maybe we could sort of spring the animals on her. Do it in such a 
way that she wouldn't notice it." 

"NOT NOTICE IT! Listen, Julian, I've always known you to get an idea into 
your head and you go a little crazy, but you can't really mean you 
honest-to-God believe a chick isn't going to notice it when some big DOG 
sticks his dong into her?" 

Julian flung his arms around in the air and spoke rapidly. "Something'll 
turn up to make things work out all right. It always does." 

Rex shook his head. It was all right for him to believe that something would 
turn up to make things turn out all right, but when Julian said it, his 
blood ran cold. Just the same, he knew that Julian would keep on arguing and 
painting pictures with his hands and his golden voice, and pretty soon he 
would realize he'd agreed to the entire deal. It always happened like that. 
Even at the time it was going on, even when he knew Julian was using the con 
artist's best tricks on him, he always ended up by doing it. He sighed and 
realized there was a lot of truth in the old saying that the very best 
salesmen make the best customers. 

An hour later, the entire plan had been worked out. By dawn, Julian and Rex 
had made a deal with Bruce Kirtchner, an actor whose best asset was a 
thirteen-inch penis with a healthy curve in it. He made his living by 
appearing in gay films although he never put a penis in his mouth except in 
front of the cameras. Julian thought Bruce would make an excellent minister. 
For an appropriate setting, they planned to use a real church. 

At exactly fifteen minutes till nine that morning, Rex Davitts was deep in 
the sleep of the just. Julian Corbin was explaining to his wife where he'd 
been all night long. A knock sounded on the outside of Sundae Chevalier's 
hotel room door and she unbolted it, unlocked it and stared suspiciously at 
an enormous basket of roses that appeared to be walking into the room. 
Behind the roses, the bellman's face was barely visible. "The table okay, 
Miss Chevalier?" 

Only because of her early training was Sundae able to remember to tip the 
man, she was so stunned. When she took the card out of the little white 
envelope, she was overcome. Through suddenly pale lips, she read the message 
over and over. "Will you marry me?" It was signed simply, 'R. D.' 

Before she was fully dressed and ready to put in her first day at the studio 
of Wildwood Films Incorporated, the bellman knocked again. When Sundae 
opened the door for the second time, she was astounded to see the bellman 
staggering under the weight of a Grecian urn. At least it looked like a 
Grecian urn to Sundae. Actually, it was a replica, but it was extremely 
heavy. The bellman put the urn on, the floor and straightened up. When he 
reached his full height, the urn was almost as tall as he was. Wordlessly, 
he pointed to the top of the urn, from which protruded a small chest made of 
what appeared to be gold. After Sundae tipped the bellman, she opened the 
chest and took out a small box and another note. The small box contained a 
glittering diamond in a Tiffany setting. It sparkled and shot off blue 
sparks when Sundae twisted it this way and that after she had it on her 
finger. She gasped with pleasure, realizing that it had to be at least a 
two-carat diamond. Actually, it was a two-carat Capra gem; but Sundae didn't 
know that. She took out the note and read, stunned: 

The urn is for you to put my ashes in if you don't marry me. Sooner or later 
I'm going to die anyway; sooner, according to the short lifeline in my hand. 
Call me after five o 'clock. We can at least talk. 

A telephone number was scrawled after the note, along with the familiar 
initials, 'R.-D.'. 

"I guess," said Sundae as she admired the ring on her hand, "I had him 
figured out all wrong." She wished she could call her mother and talk to 
her. If she knew where she was, she thought, she'd call her and tell her all 
about everything. Well, not quite everything ... she wouldn't want her 
mother to know she had no right to wear that white dress she certainly 
planned to wear anyway. But she'd tell her mother she didn't have to worry 
about paying back that silly old bank a minute longer. Not with her daughter 
marrying into the Davis family of Boston! And for love, Mother, she'd add in 
absolute honesty. Because Sundae was sure she was madly in love with Revel. 

Since she was going to be rolling in money before long, she didn't see any 
reason why she had to skimp on a few luxuries, so she took a cab instead of 
hassling with the trolley. At the Wildwood offices, she marched right in 
with her shoulder squared and her heart singing. The only reason she had 
bothered to come to work at all was because she'd promised. And a 
Chevalier's word was certainly his bond, she was thinking as she walked 
right up to the desk of that sweet little motherly-looking lady who sat 
behind the receptionist's desk. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Helen Farmdale looked up when she heard Sundae's light footstep in the hall. 
"Good morning, love," she sang out cheerily. 

"Good morning. Is Mr. Corbin in?" 

"Right now he's in conference," said Helen as she noted the sparkler on 
Sundae's finger. Since Helen had been the one to make the arrangements about 
sending the flowers and the urn and the ring, she knew the entire story. She 
would have known it anyway, because she was one of the major stockholders in 
the company and even such items as simulated diamonds and copies of urns had 
to pass Helen's approval. The company was far from being bankrupt, but Helen 
felt the state of solvency of Wildwood Films, Inc. was due only to her 
continual watchdog attitude toward the company coffers. Julian spent money 
like a drunken sailor and Rex was not far behind him. Julian's wife, Laura, 
was the only other stockholder in the company, and Laura went on wild 
spending sprees too often to suit Helen Farmdale. When Laura wasn't on one 
of her periodic spending binges, Helen admitted that she was conservative 
enough with money, but Helen felt she herself was the only predictably 
stable person in the company. Her only weakness was beautiful young women, 
and she usually managed to keep from lavishing them with anything more 
expensive than dinner and good wine. As she watched the luscious way 
Sundae's breasts curved under the thin fabric of her blouse, she licked her 
lips. The girl seemed nervous, Helen noted as she watched her pace around 
the room. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were brightly shining. Now 
and then she turned her back on Helen Farmdale, which afforded the older 
woman an excellent view of her firm buttocks and the backs of her long, 
graceful legs. Helen licked her lips again. She could imagine the way her 
tongue would feel when it roamed wetly in and out of that nice little crack 
in the girl's ass. In a conversational tone, Helen asked, "Do you think 
you'll like working here at Wildwood?" 

"Welllll," Sundae said as she flopped down in a chair. "You see, something 
has come up ... rather suddenly." Sundae took in Helen Farmdale's 
motherly-looking figure. The nice friendly blue eyes and the thick, white 
hair. She wished again she could talk to her mother. It seemed to her that 
she simply must talk to somebody about the events that had occurred too 
rapidly. 

Helen Farmdale was usually capable of saying the right thing at the right 
time. Tilting her head at an interested angle, she said in a gentle voice, 
"Are you upset about something, my dear?" 

"Not exactly upset. More-excited, really. Here's the thing: I promised Mr. 
Corbin I would start to work here today. He's a very nice man, Mr. Corbin. 
At first I felt awful about letting someone take pictures of me in the nude, 
but then, after I'd talked to him for a while and understood that he 
wouldn't be the kind of man who would make-well, dirty pictures, I felt it 
would be all right. For a cause, you see. I just can't tell you about the 
reason why, but I do need money desperately. Part of it is because of my 
mother.'" She swallowed and knew she could never tell Helen about her 
mother's embezzlement. "She has to have a very expensive operation," she 
finally said. "Then last night I met a most charming man. Do you know the 
Davis family, of Boston?" 

Helen Farmdale nodded her gray head and kept an encouraging expression on 
her face. 

"Well, I guess it was love at first sight. At first, I thought it was just 
me-you know, that I was dazzled by such a handsome man, a member of a family 
that I've heard about all my life. But then this morning, I received this." 
She held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers in front of Helen's face. 
"It came by messenger," she said breathlessly. "To my hotel room, along with 
a proposal of marriage. And I love him so-he's all I've ever dreamed about! 
Only...." 

"Only what, my dear?" asked Helen sympathetically. 

"Only it all happened so fast, and I just wish I could talk to my mother." 

Helen Farmdale nodded again. Out of her blue eyes she continued to look at 
Sundae with sympathy and understanding while her mind wheeled and jerked 
backward and forward: 

Why those rats-assed sonsofbitches, the very idea! To shaft such a darling 
girl ... with those boobs and that ass and that lovely face ... young and 
adorable and mixed up. And vulnerable. I ought to fix their asses for them, 
BUT GOOD! 

Sundae's story was not new to Helen. She'd been awakened early in the 
morning and instructed by Julian Corbin to order the ring and things and 
she'd recognized Sundae's name when she heard it. The expenses hadn't seemed 
out of line at the time and she hadn't balked, realizing that it was 
necessary to spend money to make money. She'd asked a few intelligent 
questions and found out that Julian and Rex planned to make the little thing 
believe she was marrying into money-in fact, to believe she was actually 
getting married; because Helen had been apprised of the mock ceremony her 
co-workers planned. Julian had described the de-flowering scene in full 
living color, and gone on to explain how they planned to further feather the 
company nest by shooting all forthcoming sex scenes in the darling girl's 
near future. Since Sundae had not been within the scope of Helen Farmdale's 
early morning vision, she had agreed shrewdly while her acute mind had 
computerized the future financial gains. But with the girl's lush beauty 
right in front of her, with those tits inches from Helen's hungry mouth, 
with the warmth and fragrance of her extreme youth right there in front of 
her eyes, Helen began to have more than one little nagging doubt about the 
wisdom of such a farce. She knew that Julian would soon be pushing the 
buzzer that would let her know he was ready to see Sundae. Julian's 
'conference' would soon be over, Helen knew. Just as soon as, Julian got his 
morning rocks off, spang into the mouth of one of the girls who worked for 
the company. As soon as he had straightened himself up, he would ring for 
the girl and listen to her pretty tale of a sudden wedding. He would be 
nice. Very nice about letting her go. Because Helen knew about how far 
Sundae was going to be allowed to go. The fact that the girl would be 
unaware of all that money she would be making for the company didn't matter 
to Helen. There was, she decided on the spur of the moment, a matter of 
integrity involved here. The idea of integrity was so unusual to the way 
Helen Farmdale's mind usually worked that she had to pinch herself and ask 
herself silently if this thing was really happening. "Sweetheart," she said 
in her soft voice as soon as Sundae's voice ran down to a shy whisper, "I 
think you and I should have a little talk. Girl talk." 

Gratefully, Sundae gave Helen a sunny smile. 

"But not here," said Helen in a husky voice. "Well go to the coffee shop 
downstairs." 

Just then the buzzer sounded. Julian's voice rasped in Helen's ear. "She 
here yet?" 

"Not yet," said Helen smoothly. "I'll buzz you as soon as she gets here, 
though." Then she stood up, took Sundae's smooth young hand in her own and 
rushed the child out of the reception room. As she charged down the hall and 
gave the elevator a vicious punch with her index finger, Helen grinned 
maliciously. She imagined the way Julian would fidget, waiting for Sundae to 
come. She knew he would put in a call to the girl's hotel and find out she'd 
left some time ago. Then he'd fidget some more and finally buzz the 
reception room, bawling like a wounded calf in a hailstorm. "Helen," he'd 
say, "where do you suppose that little cunt is?" But Helen wouldn't be 
there. She'd be in the coffee shop with this little precious jewel of a 
girl, explaining the facts of life and the lewdness of men to this 
angel-girl. From there, Helen felt it would be a simple step to talking the 
sweet child into sharing her posh apartment. From there, it would be just a 
simple blink of the eye to make this darling girl want to share her bed and 
all the good things Helen liked to do for young tasty girls. Maybe, she 
decided with a shade of horror at what was going through her mind, she'd 
even give the poor little darling the fifteen thousand dollars she needed to 
keep her mother out of jail. Parting with all that money wasn't something 
that Helen would want to do, but the idea occurred to her along with the 
learned knowledge that gratitude is usually a strong chain that binds-for a 
little while. 

In the quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop, Helen let Sundae have it, bell, 
book and candle. Although she had a hard time doing it, she kept her voice 
low, her attitude sweet and sincere and her entire demeanor was one of 
motherly interest. The rest, thought Helen, would come later. Once she had 
Sundae securely tucked away in her own lavish apartment. 

Sundae's mind was a maze of disbelief at first, then growing alarm and anger 
fought neck and neck for a while before a cold contempt set in. Single words 
blended together and stabbed at her where it hurt. 

Not Revel Davis? 

Rex Davitts? 

Instead? 

Dirty, filthy? 

Lewd pictures, their intent? 

That nice man, that wonderful older man, Julian? No! No! Impossible! 

But wait. Miss Farmdale was saying something about proving it to her. 
Throughout the entire ten minutes or so of Helen's disclosure, Sundae 
responded with silence. It was broken only after Helen leaned back and let a 
cigarette, saying, "So there you have it in a nutshell." 

"But you said you could prove it," said Sundae, who still preferred to 
believe this sweet little old middle-aged lady, who seemed so sincere in her 
intent, was insane. She looked at the ring that sparkled on her finger. "You 
said you could prove it with this ring." 

"Of course. That's no diamond. That's one of those cleverly made 
imitations." 

"But it looks so real!" 

"There's another way I can prove it," said Helen. "Forget about the ring. 
Come on back to my office. I'll show you a picture of your wonderful Revel 
Davis and prove to you that he's really Rex Davitts." 

Stumbling only slightly, Sundae accompanied the older woman to the elevator, 
then up to the nice, conventional-looking offices. A bevy of blonde girls 
were standing in front of Helen's empty desk. They all looked alike to 
Sundae, and they all spoke exactly the same words to Helen. They wanted to 
see Julian. Or Rex. 

"Rex isn't in this morning," said Helen. "But you can see Julian." She 
smiled at them all benignly. "Just go right on in, girls. Julian isn't doing 
a thing in this world." Then quickly, Helen Farmdale yanked a manila 
envelope out of a file and flipped it at Sundae. "There. Just take out that 
folder and take a good look at that glossy eight by ten." 

With shaky fingers, Sundae pulled papers out of the envelope, then the 
studio picture. Her eyes widened as she took in Rex's handsome features, the 
dark hair, dark mustache and soulful expression. Then she dropped her glance 
down to the lower right hand corner and read, With all my love, Rex Davitts. 

"And this is his 'sister.' Joan." Helen thrust another envelope at Sundae. 
"She's not his sister any more than I'm his grandmother. Joan's a suck 
artist." 

Sundae pulled another glossy eight by ten out of the envelope and looked at 
a naked picture of the girl who had passed herself off as Joan Davis. She 
glanced at the application for employment, and recognized it, dimly, as the 
same kind of deal she'd filled out herself. She stamped her foot and started 
to run out of the office, her heart feeling very much as though it were 
breaking. 

Helen Farmdale followed her. She caught up with Sundae at the bank of 
elevators. "Now just calm down, dear," she said in her loving mother voice. 
"Just take it easy. We'll go to my place. They'd never think of looking for 
you there. You go downstairs and wait for me in the drugstore, and I'll make 
some kind of excuse to Julian, then I'll be right there. Don't you worry 
your pretty head about a thing, lovey. I have a plan that'll help you out of 
the jam your mother's in, and I'm sure you'll love it." 

Sundae wanted to get herself as far away from Wildwood Films and everyone 
connected with it as she could. If it wasn't for Helen, she told herself as 
she held back the sobs that threatened to wrack her body, she would simply 
go back to her hotel, check out and disappear. But she felt she owed it to 
the kind, middle-aged lady who had leveled with her to at least behave in a 
civilized fashion. Besides, she thought with a jolt of fear, she didn't have 
any money with which to pay her hotel bill. She hadn't worried about it 
before, because she'd been given to understand that the tab would be picked 
up by the film company. So, although she still wanted to bolt and run, to 
flee the scene of such heartbreak, she knew she could never run out on a 
hotel bill. She hadn't been brought up to behave like a common petty thief, 
she thought with a determined lift of her chin. 

Soon Helen came down to the drugstore. Sundae gratefully followed her out to 
the parking lot where Helen got behind the wheel of an expensive car. Sundae 
wasted no time in stating her worries. "I don't even have enough money to 
pay the hotel bill." 

"Don't you worry about a thing," said Helen. "I'll see to it that Julian 
takes care of that hotel bill." 

Gratitude swept through Sundae's heart and as Helen Farmdale drove along she 
could fairly feel Sundae's emotions. A pleased smile formed on her sensuous 
lips. By the time she had reached her apartment, she knew things would fall 
into the shape she wanted them to. As soon as she had shown Sundae through 
the spacious, lovely rooms, she said, "I have a plan concerning that money 
you need, dear. For your mother." 

A tiny bell of warning rang in Sundae's head. "What's that?" 

"Well, I need a private secretary. If you'll promise to stay with me for two 
years and work very hard, I'll give you the fifteen thousand in advance." 

"Private secretary! But I can't type. I can't take dictation. Miss Farmdale, 
I'd do anything to get my mother out of trouble, but I can't do that when I 
don't even know what private secretaries do except the things that I can't." 

"We'll send you to a secretarial school," said Helen smoothly. "Then you'll 
know. I'll pay the expenses. They aren't much." She clutched her hands 
together in an attempt to keep them from reaching out and stroking Sundae's 
rich, youthful curves. 

"But why should you be so good to me?" Sundae looked at her in abject 
gratitude. 

Helen's tongue was tingling. She couldn't keep her mind off of how it would 
feel once she'd stuck her tongue inside Sundae's tight little box. More than 
anything else in this world, she wanted to take all that lush young 
womanhood in her arms and crush it to her heavy breasts. But she knew the 
time was not ripe, so she pulled herself together with a great effort and 
told Sundae a sad story about once having a young sister who had 'gone bad.' 
"Because of men," she added-spitefully. "Not a one of them is fit for 
killing. That's why I've never married. They do all sorts of terrible things 
to women and then-" She cut herself off, realizing she was getting carried 
away. She compressed her lips together and told Sundae she had to get back 
to the office, to make herself comfortable. 

"Have you got a picture of your sister?" 

"What sis-oh, my sister's picture!" Helen brought herself up short just as 
she was about to say the wrong thing. "Oh, no. When she died, I couldn't 
bear to keep anything of hers around. It just hurts too much, you 
understand? She was a suicide, you know. Because of a broken heart, poor 
child. Now, do make yourself right at home. As soon as I can, I'll leave the 
office and well withdraw the money from my account. Wire it to the bank 
where your mother .worked, so you can stop worrying about her. Yes! That's 
exactly what we'll do." 

Then Helen was gone and Sundae was left all alone in the apartment. 
Something kept bothering her. Something she couldn't quite grasp when she 
put her mind to it. After she had taken a long, luxurious bath in Helen's 
sunken tub, she found a negligee in the. guest bedroom closet that almost 
fit her. She put it on, combed her hair and continued to wonder what it was 
about Helen-or something about Helen or what she'd said. That kept worrying 
at her. At last, while she was getting herself some milk and cookies, it 
came to her. She hadn't told Helen the exact truth about why she needed that 
money. Instead, she'd said she i needed the money to pay for her mother's 
operation ... so therefore, Helen must have learned about the business with 
the bank from some other source. 

The nightmare events of the past evening and the things Sundae had learned 
during the day kept pressing in on her. She felt burning hot at times, then 
icy cold at others, and very confused. But regardless of how confused she 
was, she knew she had to find out more about Helen Farmdale before she 
committed herself to attending secretarial school, accepting fifteen 
thousand dollars and promising to remain with Helen for two years. 
Reluctantly, Sundae started looking into dresser drawers, the tops of 
closets and anywhere else she thought she might find something revealing 
about the woman who apparently knew too much about her. 

She found a lot of things, but not because Helen Farmdale was stupid enough 
to leave things lying carelessly about the premises. All of Helen's 
playthings were under lock and key. Sundae was an expert at unlocking 
cabinets and doors. Back in the days when she had gone to exclusive summer 
camps, she had learned how to break into cupboards and cabinets where such 
delicacies as cookies, candy and marshmallows were stored with the expertise 
of a second-story cat burglar. She had a fine ear and a pair of sensitive 
hands, and since there was no time like the present, she saw no reason why 
she shouldn't set up the projector she'd found stored on the closet floor in 
plain sight and run off a few reels of film. Of course she didn't bother 
about looking at the film that was stored out in the open. Instead, she 
chose the cans that had been placed under lock and key; and although she 
wasn't surprised, she was more than a little horrified. As she watched reel 
after reel of lesbian lovemaking unfold before her eyes, she realized that 
Helen was obviously the partner in charge of the gay scene. Now and then 
Sundae flashed back to a particularly arousing scene between the older woman 
and a svelte young girl. Her pussy was swollen with the heat of desire and 
she was honest enough with herself to realize she hadn't been untouched by 
the erotica. On the other hand, the still photographs that showed Helen 
brandishing little thin whips against soft, tender young female hide left 
her cold, even angry. And frightened. "The old bitch," she said out loud. 
"The old bitch-bitch-birch!" Then she carefully put everything away and 
composed herself. 

Under the circumstances, she decided after several moments of 
soul-searching, it was more appealing to go through with the sham marriage 
Helen had described to her than to submit her sweet young flesh to an older 
woman's grasping tongue and vicious hands. Some of those pictures continued 
to haunt her. She had no desire to submit to even playful love taps. As she 
remembered the cruel lashes she'd seen on the seductive flesh of girls named 
Jennifer, Betty and Kathleen, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that such 
brutal treatment under the hands of Helen Farmdale was something she 
couldn't tolerate. By the time she had come to that conclusion, Sundae had a 
distinct gleam in her eye. When Helen Farmdale arrived, Sundae was ready for 
her. She didn't think the old bat would start right in with the whips and 
chains, and she wanted that fifteen thousand dollars Helen informed her she 
had tucked away in her purse. One night, she figured, wouldn't hurt her any, 
and then she'd decide what she'd do next. 

Morning came and Helen shut off the alarm and dragged herself out of bed. 
Sundae opened one eye and looked at the double dildo that rested obscenely 
on the night table. She sniffed. It still smelled of womancum, even though 
the jazz-juice had dried and little flakes of it had settled all over the 
top of the polished table like dandruff. Wisely, Sundae pretended to be 
sound asleep when Helen left for the office of Wildwood Films. 

As soon as she thought it was wise, Sundae sprang out of bed, checked to 
make sure the cashier's check for fifteen thousand dollars was where she'd 
put it after Helen gave it to her, and headed for the bathroom. The first 
thing she did was brush her teeth, trying not to gag at the crinkly gray 
pussy hair that had become hung up between a couple of molars. After her 
bath and her usual care with hair and cosmetics, Sundae dressed in a pair of 
pale green slacks with matching top she found in Helen's guest room closet 
and headed for her hotel. She wasn't in the least surprised to find her bill 
paid and the receipt on her dresser. Settling herself in a luxurious chair, 
she dialed the telephone number where Rex Davitts had said he could be 
reached. When he answered the telephone, she purred her name, her eyes 
dancing with pleasure as she explained why she hadn't called the day before. 

"We've been worried sick about you, darling," said Rex. 

"We?" Through Sundae's mind danced a vision of Julian Corbin as described by 
hungry Helen. "That little bastard was so freaked out when he realized you 
had flown the coop that he turned this peculiar shade of yellow, then he got 
all spotty. He didn't even have his regular girl come in and suck him off 
over the noon hour. He just sat there behind his desk making telephone calls 
all over town. Then Rex came in. Neither one of them thought to ask me if I 
knew where you were until late in the afternoon. Of course I said I hadn't 
seen you." 

"Besides you, who is 'we'?" Sundae asked again. And she was pleased to hear 
a distinct gulping sound before Rex answered. 

"Why, my sister and I were both very worried about you, Sundae," he said 
after a second. "I had hoped you'd call me. Prayed you'd call me, in fact. I 
mean, we did plan to be married, didn't we?" 

"It came as a surprise, Revel," said Sundae sweetly. "I mean, the last thing 
we discussed was marriage-right after we left the lovely home you and your 
sister share. And you didn't seem at all interested. So, even though I 
didn't want to face it, I accepted your attitude. Then, when the ring came 
yesterday and the flowers and all ... well, I felt I just had to get off to 
myself and think about it for a while." 

"Ummmmm. And now that you've thought about it?" Rex's voice was warm and 
charming. 

"Why, of course, darling," said Sundae dreamily. "And I'll leave all the 
arrangements to you." She hung up as soon as he told her he was on his way 
over to her hotel and started singing her own words to the tune of Oh, What 
a Beautiful Morning: 

All the arrangements are up to you 

Except the choice of the minister 

You'll never know until it's too late 

That you-hoo and I-hiiii, are wed 

She didn't have very long to make her own little arrangements, but then it 
didn't take her long, either. While going through the possessions she'd 
brought from Atlanta, Sundae had come across her mother's address book. She 
remembered packing it when she'd hurriedly left Atlanta, with the idea that 
she might be able to find someone listed there who could give her her 
mother's address. There were three names in the address book of people who 
had San Francisco addresses. One was a Methodist minister. Sundae had never 
met the man, but she'd heard her mother talk about him often enough. She 
called him and identified herself, and he did just as she had supposed she 
would. He invited her to his home for lunch. His wife was a motherly sort, 
who was just as thrilled at the idea of performing Sundae's wedding ceremony 
as her husband was. The Reverend Fitzgerald had performed the ceremony for 
Sundae's parents. When she left the house, Sundae smilingly told the 
minister and his wife that she would keep in touch, just as soon as she and 
her groom had decided upon the details she would let the minister know. 

There was still one minor wrinkle in her plan. As yet, she hadn't been able 
to find out who the fake minister was that Rex had planned to use for the 
ceremony. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

By the next morning, Sundae was able to wangle out of Rex the information 
she needed. She told him flatly that it didn't seem reasonable of him to 
expect her to not be curious about what day she'd be married. "After all, I 
have to get my wedding dress ready." 

"I thought you already bought it," he said. 

"I did. But it has to be altered. It's too big in the waist. And you know 
how dressmakers are. She'll take her good old sweet-natured time if I don't 
set an actual date!" 

He finally told her. Then she kept at him until he told her which church. 
After she called the real minister, Reverend Fitzgerald, Sundae paid a call 
on Helen Farmdale. She didn't go to the studio, of course. She was waiting 
at the front door with a great big sunny smile when Helen drove home from 
work. 

Helen put her hands on her hips and gave Sundae a glowering look. "I 
understand you're going to go right ahead with the wedding." 

"That's right," said Sundae as she followed Helen into her elegant living 
room. 

"Well, don't say I didn't lay it on you," said Helen in a tight voice. "I 
told you just exactly how it would be. A fake minister, an assumed name, the 
works. It's no skin off my ass, of course, but I certainly do hate to see 
anyone taken for a ride like that." 

"Don't worry about it, Helen," said Sundae as she pulled several grapes off 
a pedestal dish that graced Helen's living room coffee table. "I know what 
I'm doing." 

"Maybe you do," said Helen. She stepped out of her shoes and fastened her 
eyes on Sundae's fresh young breasts. "That was a shitty thing you did to 
me, though. I thought you'd be here when I came home from work that night. 
You didn't even leave a note." 

"I don't really dig females, Helen," said Sundae gently. "I mean, it was 
nice and all that, but it wasn't-just isn't my cup of tea." 

"Clabbered milk, you mean." Helen took off her jacket and sat down on the 
sofa where she stretched out her legs and contemplated her stockinged feet. 

"What do you mean by that?" Sundae honestly had no idea what Helen had meant 
by her remark. 

Helen gave her a tired look. "Clabbered milk?" You mean you don't know? No, 
I guess not. I forgot about how you were brought up, so sheltered and all 
... and I guess the jingle shows my age. Well, I'm old. Especially today." 
She shook her head sadly and lit a cigarette. Through a cloud of smoke, she 
said, "It's just an old jingle. From out of my ancient childhood. It goes: 

Old lady Titchy backer, Sailing down the stream, Her ass full of buttermilk.
 Her cunt full of cream. She used to have a lot of fun, Long, long ago. With 
pretty maids to milk her Standing in a row. But now she's got a curdled cunt
 Instead of rich sweet cream. And now she sits alone at night Haunted by a 
dream. 

 Facing east and facing west, Sundae interrupted. "That's enough." She had 
her hands flat against her ears. "I don't want to hear any more of it." 

"Oh, there's a lot more," said Helen. "It's all about this woman who liked 
young girls and they-I'll take a bath. Then well play house a little. That's 
what you came for, isn't it?" 

"No." Sundae's voice trembled a little, because she wasn't at all sure of 
herself. "I didn't come for that. I want you to tell me the name of the man 
who plans to marry us. The one that's going to be the preacher." 

"Why should I tell you that?" Helen Farmdale's eyes were full of venom. She 
reached over and grasped Sundae's left breast in her hand, brutally 
squeezing it. "You little cunt! You took what-you wanted from me and then 
you left. You used me. Cunt! CUNT!" 

Tears stung Sundae's eyes. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice level in 
spite of the excruciating pain in her breast. "Let go. And youll tell me. 
You'll tell me the name of that phony minister and give me his address, 
too." 

"You aren't fooling me, cunt. You're scared shitless." Helen's voice rasped 
and she spoke between her teeth. But the vicious hold she had on Sundae's 
breast relaxed. Suddenly her face broke into a thousand little sagging lines 
and furrows. She sobbed, her eyes grotesque with shame as she blubbered 
nauseatingly, pleading all the while for Sundae to be good to her. Her hand 
lovingly stroked the girl's nipple, the fingers flipping back and forth 
across the hardening tips. Her breath was hot against Sundae's cheeks as she 
grinned hideously and put her mouth inches from Sundae's. "Come on, 
sweetheart. Be nice, lambikins, you can't leave me alone, can you? You like 
it-you love it! You know old Helen knows how to make a sucked pussy want to 
turn flip-flops." 

"Leave me alone!" shouted Sundae. Remembering what she had done with that 
dirty old woman made her want to vomit. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE, BULLSHIT! HOW ABOUT THAT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS I GAVE 
YOU, YOU BITCH?" 

"I'm keeping it, Helen. For a loan. I'll pay you back as soon as Rex gives 
it to me." 

"Ha. That asshole won't give you any money. He's just like all the rest of 
the pricks with ears walking around this earth. Thinks just because he's got 
a great big pecker all he has to do is fart at them off-key and women will 
come flocking to him from the whole fucking universe!" She finally took her 
hand away from Sundae's breast and reached for her cigarette. 

"You're going to tell me who that man is that's going to perform the wedding 
ceremony," said Sundae quickly. She stood up and tried not to allow Helen to 
see how her hands were shaking. "You see," she said after she'd drawn a 
"deep breath, "I think it wouldn't be too comfortable for you at Wildwood 
Films if they knew you'd blown the whistle on them." 

Those fuckers. What do I care what Julian and Sexy Rexy think about me? I 
own a third of that company and they aren't going to buy me out." 

"You won't be able to do much controlling-or enjoying young pussy, either, 
Helen. Not if you're in the penitentiary." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Helen's eyes were wary. Her face grew 
gray and the harsh lines, shadows and age spots looked much deeper. 

"There's a young girl. Her name is Kathleen. Did you know she died as a 
result of those welts you put on her back?" Sundae was gambling boldly and 
playing her last card. She'd seen several girls' pictures in Helen's files. 
Many of them had been photographed in various sexual positions, with the 
dildo, without the dildo, with a double dildo, with vibrators and other 
artificial paraphernalia. There had been pictures of girls who had been 
chained down, held by ankles and wrists, and other girls who had simply 
stood still while Helen used a whip or a belt on their tender flesh. Some of 
the pictures had captions written in white ink against the black part of the 
shiny photographs. There had been Kathleen, Jennifer, Betty and Luanna who 
had been portrayed over and over in various poses depicting sadism and 
masochism, and Sundae was doing nothing but making a stab in the dark when 
she uttered the name, "Kathleen." 

For a moment, Helen Farmdale continued to stare contemptuously at Sundae. 
She even managed a harsh laugh. "You're lying," she finally ground out. 

"No I'm not." Again, Sundae drew a deep breath. "I realize you didn't mean 
to hurt her badly, Helen. But you see, those welts didn't heal properly. 
They became infected, and the poor girl finally went to the hospital. It was 
too late, of course. But I can see why she waited so long about going. I'm 
sure she was ashamed of the part she'd played in your games. But don't you 
see, Helen? Since you were the one who caused those welts on her back in the 
first place, you'd be held responsible for her death." 

"But that little bitch liked it when I hit her with that belt. She loved it! 
She came buckets, I tell you! You've got to believe me! I never hurt any of 
those broads unless they wanted to be hurt. Died? Died! I didn't know she 
died. Nobody told me." 

"Under the circumstances, Helen," said Sundae, pushing her advantage now 
that she realized she had one for sure. All along, she'd been terrified with 
fear because she had no way of knowing where the masochistic Kathleen was at 
this time. For all she knew, she had thought worriedly, Kathleen could be 
tied up spread-eagled in Helen's bedroom, where she'd remained all day long 
while Helen was at work. But even though she hadn't learned to type at 
college, she'd learned a lot about certain types of behavior, and she had 
doubted if the girl named Kathleen had remained with her lady lover very 
long. Few did. "So I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go to the police and 
tell them I know how Kathleen got those terrible wounds on her back, now 
would you, Helen? So don't you think you'd better tell me the name of this 
man who intends to pretend to perform my wedding ceremony?" 

When Sundae left Helen Farmdale's apartment, she had the information she had 
wanted. It was somewhat easier for her to convince the man that it would be 
doing himself a disservice if he performed that ceremony. 

As soon as she had all the loose ends tied up, Sundae called Reverend 
Fitzgerald and told him when and where her wedding was to take place. 

It was a beautiful wedding. Even the San Francisco weather cooperated. The 
air was cool without being cold, and there was no smog, no fog. Sundae 
cooperated, too, by making things easy on Rex. She knew it would be 
difficult for intimate bedroom scenes to be filmed if she held out for a 
honeymoon in, say, the south of France or Rio de Janeiro, so she sweetly 
suggested that they remain at home in the mansion. Joan Galloway, who was 
still playing the part of Rex's sister, got carried away and cried real 
tears. Julian was nowhere in sight, but another cameraman from Wildwood 
Films was. Sundae had not objected when Rex explained to her smoothly that 
he wanted a few movie shots made of the wedding. Secretly, she hoped that 
when the film was finally put together she'd get a chance to see it. She'd 
never had any desire to be a motion picture star, but she felt the film was 
going to be rather special. On the other hand, she hoped none of her friends 
back in Atlanta ever saw it-or her. mother. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

A week later, Sundae received a letter from Glen Stokes. It was to Glen that 
she had mailed the cashier's check Helen had given her. Glen told her he had 
not been able to locate her mother, but he'd hired a private investigator to 
look for her in Las Vegas, Reno and Lake Tahoe area. Meanwhile, he sent 
along a receipt for the fifteen thousand, and explained that the bank had 
been glad enough to have the money back. After he was finished with that 
part of his letter, he launched into a long and fatherly lecture about young 
sheltered girls who sometimes do the wrong things because of the right 
motives and ended with a bold demand that she return home immediately, 
because he couldn't quite believe that she had managed to earn fifteen 
thousand dollars in such a short period of time in any legal manner. 

Sundae wrote back to Glen and said she hoped he would keep trying to find 
her mother. She explained that she had made the money in a legal manner and 
for him to not worry about her, and told him she wasn't born yesterday. 
After she had dropped the letter in the slot, Sundae checked her private 
post Office box once more to make sure she hadn't received another urgent 
letter from Glen during the time she'd stood at the desk inside the post 
office and answered the last one. Then she tripped lightly out of the 
building and got behind the wheel of Rex Davitt's car. 

A life of sophisticated and carefree luxury was beginning to please Sundae 
very, very much. She enjoyed living in a mansion with Rex. Knowing that the 
mansion was a part of the studio property didn't bother her any more than 
knowing the cameras were trained on her and Rex every time they went to 
bed-which was often. She had begun to wonder if she might be a natural-born 
exhibitionist. She smiled as she drove toward the sunset, realizing that if 
she wasn't a natural-born exhibitionist, she certainly did take to playing a 
nasty little game as easily as a duck takes to water. It made her want to 
laugh out loud whenever she maneuvered Rex into a position of almost giving 
himself away. She did it by design, getting a thrill out of needling him. 
She knew he had no idea that she knew everything that was going on. At first 
she was afraid Helen might have told Rex and Julian both that she knew. But 
she finally realized Helen wasn't about to admit she'd been bilked out of 
fifteen thousand dollars in an attempt to screw the company out of their 
'virgin.' When she drew up in the driveway, she made up her mind to play it 
extremely sweet, just the way the script called for. As she walked toward 
the house (now staffed with servants) she felt her pussy begin to hum in 
anticipation and her breasts swell even higher as she looked forward eagerly 
to the action that would soon take place in the bedroom. 

Rex was nervous. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew 
something was out of joint somewhere. He and Julian were deep in 
conversation in the library of the mansion, with Rex attempting to explain 
his feelings to a disinterested Julian. "So shut up, already," Julian was 
saying with a wave of his hand. "So you've got this stupid little broad 
right where we want her. Listen, I saw the rushes of that last torrid 
session and omigod! That film-those shots would get the prick hard on a 
ninety-seven-year-old man that had been a corpse under the tundra for fifty 
years. The thing with man is, they all know women are like this, the 
bitches. But most of the ones men come into contact with are such 
frigid-acting little shits. Then they get a chance to see the way it is with 
a real, honest-to-God, in-the-flesh female with the right attitude about 
sex, and it give them hope, Rex. I mean, real, honest-to-God hope!" 

"What the hell do you mean, the right attitude? If it wasn't for me, Sundae 
would be as cold as any other snowbound cunt. Quiet! Here she comes." 
Hurriedly, Rex left the library, making sure he had closed the door behind 
him. His smile was butter-melting when he took Sundae in his arms. Their 
lips met in a torrid kiss and she hunched her pelvis greedily against his 
loin, all the time making nice murmuring sounds of passion. When the kiss 
finally broke, Rex asked her where she'd been. She looked at him innocently. 
"Whys just where I said I'd be. Doing a little shopping. Where would you 
think I'd go? Surely you wouldn't think I'd lie to you, darling, not when 
we've been so open and honest with one another." 

Rex felt that familiar sinking feeling again. The look she had turned on him 
was innocent as a lamb, but he couldn't get over the notion that down 
underneath a good portion of everything Sundae said to him was a double 
meaning of some kind. It happened again. Not so much in the actual words she 
used, but in her sudden gesture. "Revel, honey, do you feel a certain ah, 
well ... " She looked pensive and tilted her head to one side as if she 
might be listening to some distant music or something. He felt his scalp 
begin to prickle and rushed her out of the hall, away from the closed 
library. Away from the library, where he was afraid Julian might have 
forgotten to make sure the secret doorway that led to the upstairs bedroom 
was all the way closed. When he had Sundae inside their own bedroom, he 
asked her what she'd started to say. 

Sundae fell onto the bed, kicking her pretty feet in the air and arching the 
toes. She smiled. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm sure. But sometimes I have a 
feeling that we aren't alone in this house." 

"Alone?" Rex's voice was a little hollow. "Ha ha. Of course we aren't alone 
in. this big old place. We've got servants and-" 

"Oh, I don't mean the servants, silly," said Sundae with a pixie smile. 
"Even when they've gone home for the night, I get the same feeling. 
Sometimes it's almost as if someone's hanging around close to where we are. 
Watching everything we do and listening to everything we say." 

The cold wind of anxiety began to blow through Rex Davitts' body. He wished 
Julian could hear what she was saying right then, but he knew Julian was 
probably set up as usual, with just the cameras rolling and no sound at all. 
In ihat way, the technicians could dub in whatever conversation they thought 
suitable, something suggestive, certainly, that would lead to a thumping sex 
scene. But if Julian could hear her right then, he'd no doubt agree that 
either Sundae suspected something or else she was experiencing E.S.P. 
Suddenly her laughter trilled. "Don't pay any attention to me, love. I'm 
just being silly. I mean, of course a big old Victorian mansion like this 
probably has plenty of stories to tell, but houses can't talk, and it's 
doubtless just my imagination when I feel sometimes that we aren't all 
alone-like right now." 

"What do you mean, like right now?" Rex casually lit a cigarette on the 
wrong end. The burning filter made a sickening stench. When he sat on the 
bed at Sundae's side, it was because he felt sill rubbery in the legs 
because of the angle of her face. She'd turned it so she was looking 
squarely into the two-way mirror on the other side of which Julian was 
busily getting all her little delectable actions on film. The actions 
included seductively, slowly, removing her dress. It had buttons that went 
all the way down to the hem of the skirt. When she shrugged her shoulders, 
the dress fell back to reveal her black lacy bra, a peek-a-boo job that 
allowed her nipples to show through. She turned this way and that, shoving 
out her boobs, tweaking the tips of them and smiling at the mirror. 

"I mean, like right now, darling," she said as she took the elastic of her 
tiny little bikini panties in her two hands and pushed them down. "Like 
sometimes I feel as if that isn't me in the mirror." She pointed to it with 
one hand while the other one was gracefully sweeping her pantyhose down and 
off one foot. The other part of her pantyhose was still on the other foot, 
but her twat was naked and wide open to the camera. "It's a little hard to 
explain, you know? But sometimes I feel that the girl in the mirror is 
somebody else. Not me, but somebody who looks like me. And not you, but 
somebody who looks like you! And like those two, that man and that woman who 
look like you and me, well, like they're watching us when we fuck." 

"Oh." Rex was so swept with relief that he laughed nervously. He was also 
irritated because Sundae had pointed to the mirror. It was usually up to him 
to write the script. He couldn't imagine what he'd have to devise to cover 
that little innocent gesture on Sundae's part. Whatever he did, he was 
afraid it would look contrived. 

"What are you thinking about, Revel?" Her voice was almost harsh, he noted. 

"About-oh, about how adorable you are," he said smoothly. And when he looked 
at her round eyes, so shining with love and innocence, he was almost ready 
to think all the little things that she'd just said to him were in complete 
innocence-or at least simply coincidence. He was positive she had no way of 
knowing that most of the time Julian was in the other room through the 
mirror grinding away with the camera. 

"What are you going to teach me tonight?" She looked at him sweetly, 
trustingly. "I liked last night. And yesterday afternoon. And yesterday 
morning. And guess what!" 

"What?" He took her in his arms, his hands drinking in the smooth sweet 
curves of her. 

"All the time I was out shopping, I kept wanting to be back here in bed with 
you, darling. I bet I'm the happiest wife in the world." She snuggled 
against his shoulder and he groaned, giving in to the delectable touch of 
her hand on his lurching cock. 

"What would you like to do?" he finally said, very aware of the educated way 
she was now pumping his cock up and down. He'd taught her to put the palm of 
her hand on the crown, then to draw it away quickly. It felt very much like 
a pair of lips on the bulging crown. Not quite like lips, but that was 
something scheduled, he thought as he went back over the things he'd taught 
her so far. 

His mind was filled with Sundae. The way she'd been right after the wedding, 
subdued and pensive, a beautiful creature all soft and glowing. She had been 
putty in his hands. In order not to frighten her, he'd kept things pretty 
straight in the sex department. The first night had included a great deal of 
foreplay, which had culminated in Rex mounting her and humping her in what 
he explained to her was a little old-fashioned way, but always good. 

During the night, she had surprised him by bringing him awake in the 
sweetest way in the world. All by herself, she told him shyly, she had found 
out that she liked the touch of her lips against his cock. Not too much, she 
had hastened to explain. "Like I've heard about girls who suck it all the 
time, I wouldn't ever want to do anything like that! Especially if you'd go 
off in my mouth, ohhh-yyuck! I'd hate that. But you know, it's so nice and 
clean and sweet and all, I just thought you'd like to know I don't find it 
in the least repulsive to kiss it." 

He had worked her up to a throbbing frenzy of arousal, then he'd gently 
turned her over and shoved it to her dog-fashion. In the mirrors there had 
been multiple reflections that showed hundreds of Sundaes on her hands and 
knees with hundreds of Rexes behind her with his hands on her hips. He had 
particularly enjoyed the taut way she held her back; the ripple of her flesh 
as she reached backward with her ass, taking all he could give her. He 
hadn't failed to appreciate the way she had looked in the mirrors and loved 
what she'd seen reflected there, either. 

Now that he had her in bed again, he planned to make her take his cock in 
her mouth and suck him to orgasm. It seemed to Rex that she was a natural 
for it since she had awakened him during the night with her lips on it. He 
remembered the way she'd said she liked to touch it with her lips, but she 
wouldn't want him to go off in her mouth. But Rex had known other women who 
had said things like that to him. He had no way of knowing whether they had 
meant what they'd said at the time or not, but he had never seen a woman who 
didn't learn to appreciate the taste of semen. In fact, he thought with a 
secret sense of satisfaction, once they'd become accustomed to it, they 
couldn't get enough of it. 

For a second, he allowed himself to remember all the girls who had pleased 
him by working over his long, ranging cock with their sweet hot lips. Even 
though Sundae was a late bloomer in the field of sexual learning, he was 
pretty confident that she would blossom into a joyful little cocksucker in 
time. 

Sundae wondered what Rex was thinking about. For a shuddering moment, she 
had the distinct impression that his mind was on something else. To be more 
explicit, she was afraid his mind was on someone else. A girl. The idea made 
her feel insecure. Her arms went around him and she pressed her fresh young 
body tightly against his in an attempt to call him back from wherever he 
was. It worked. She could tell by the sudden tightening of his arms around 
her and the instant leaping of his cock where it was pressed, firm but not 
yet hard enough for penetration, against her belly. Just to know it was down 
there and getting harder and harder for her thrilled her. For a second, she 
felt ashamed of herself. She'd not planned for things to work out the way 
they had at all. When she'd first found out that Revel was really Rex 
Davitts and that he planned a sham wedding, she'd wanted only to pay him 
back at his own game. She'd thought she could shove all her earlier 
infatuation for him aside, but it hadn't worked out that way. Now that it 
was too late, she was beginning to have more than second thoughts about the 
trick she'd played on him. She wished somehow she could manage to make him 
love her the way she knew she loved him, but she was beginning to fear he 
was only interested in using her for his own pleasure and financial gain. In 
spite of her determination not to let him see how soft and vulnerable she 
was, she sobbed a little as she pressed herself against him, aware of an 
ancient sorrow that she somehow knew was the way it usually is with women. 
They're the ones who get hurt, she thought sadly. Men have always been the 
ones who take their pleasure and go free. Women's Liberation isn't going to 
change a damned thing, either. Oh, there won't be all the babies, because of 
The Pill. But men don't feel the same way as women and they never will. 

She accepted Rex's kisses and returned them eagerly, loving the way his 
tongue filled her mouth. Sometimes she wondered if she had something wrong 
with her. It didn't seem normal to get so worked up over having his tongue 
in her mouth. But she couldn't help it. Sometimes when she closed her eyes 
and felt the thick length of his tongue stabbing deeply inside her lips, or 
when he pressed against her own tongue stabbing deeply inside her lips, or 
when he pressed against her own tongue with his and they had a little tug of 
war the way they were doing right then-she would cum right then. Her arms 
went around his shoulders tighter and tighter and she was dry humping, 
pushing her pussy as tightly against his groin as she could get it. She was 
washed with shame and felt as though her body was a traitor. No matter how 
hard she tried to be detached, she couldn't manage it. Grinding her teeth, 
she willed her flaming thighs to stop acting like a greedy animal, but there 
was no contest and she knew it. There was just no controlling the wild 
impulses that raced through her breasts and thighs, centering in the vortex 
of her pussy. 

Suddenly Rex withdrew his mouth from hers and put her on her back. She 
settled back, no longer fighting herself. She knew he would suck her breasts 
and work over her pussy with his fingers. She'd even started saying the four 
letter words to herself and wasn't at all surprised when she thought, Now 
he's going to fingerfuck me, ohhhhhh! 

With his lips pulling at her nipple and one hand milking the other one, she 
felt the familiar, but always pleasurable shock of electricity-like sparks 
fill her when his fingers made contact with her slit. It was already juicy 
and hot. He barely grazed the tip of her clit when she moaned and vibrated 
all up and down her body. She closed her eyes and anticipated each movement 
of his fingers, squirming and shivering as the unbridled lust rippled 
through her. When his middle finger dipped into her convulsing vagina she 
opened her mouth and cried out. "Ohhhhh, I love it!" But she knew there 
would be more and more delight before he mounted her. He always brought her 
right to the brink of madness, when she was sure she would do anything in 
order to get him to fill her raging cunt with his prick. She continued to 
hump up and down, riding against the joy he was creating with his thumb a 
steady caress at her clit and his index finger stabbing in and out of her 
cunt. Her anus quivered as his little finger snaked down the smooth flesh of 
her perineum. She gasped when he drew a little circle in the joy juice that 
was dripping from her vagina and lubricating the tight little rubbery ring 
of her anus. She could feel every little nerve respond to the teasing, 
tantalizing way he was just barely grazing the outside of her sphincter 
ring, creeping up on it, going round and round without missing a stroke of 
the other two fingers that were bringing her such joy. Her head jerked from 
side to side as she grated out an agonized, "Ohhhh, please, do all three of 
them!" 

"Greedy little bitch," he whispered as he switched from one breast to 
another. But he kept teasing her with his little finger. It was still 
running around the edges of her puckered anus. Each time it rested against 
the tightly closed little hole she gasped out another plea. She adored the 
feeling it gave her when she was getting the three-way fingerfuck. Although 
she hoped she would never blurt it out in 'a moment of heady passion, she 
knew he could pick her up and carry her to a fiery furnace when he had 
inserted all three fingers into her quivering bottom; that he could throw 
her right into the flames and she'd never utter a protest. Such thoughts 
didn't bother her at the time it was actually happening to her. It was only 
afterwards, when she went over each erotic thing he did to her, step by 
luscious step, that she was ashamed of the animal way she'd felt. 

He stopped sucking on her nipples and she felt an acute sense of loss. There 
was something utterly devastating about the way she felt when she was filled 
with his fingers and at the same time knew the heavy pull of his lips on her 
nipples. It was, she thought silently, almost as good as actually fucking, 
but not quite. It made her hold the joy juice inside her body, but at the 
same time fell almost as if she were actually cumming. 

Rex propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. "Open your eyes, 
Sundae," he said softly. She fluttered them open and gazed into his. "Say 
it, Sundae. Tell me what you want." 

"Put your-uh, oh...." It was hard for her to speak the words when he was 
slowly milking her clit and thrusting deeply inside her cunt with his 
finger. And he hadn't stopped the tantalizing movement of his little finger 
against her anus, either. "I want your finger in my anus!" she finally 
gasped. 

"You want your asshole fucked," he said just as softly as he'd spoken 
before. "Say it. Say you want your ass fucked." 

She knew she would do anything. Anything! But it took her a second to get 
the words out, she was so overcome with passion. "My ass," she finally 
sobbed. "Fuck my ass with your finger." 

Groaning, she felt the tip of his little finger hovering against her anus 
and felt it begin to make those sucking motions it always made when his 
fingers even came close to it. At last he shoved the barest tip of his 
finger in and she cried out in a voice hoarse with pleasure. "AHHHHHH!" 

She was now at his mercy and she knew it. And she liked it. She was pinned 
to him, filled with three fingers and connected with his mouth, which was 
once again pulling steadily, hungrily, at her breasts. 

He was playing upon her body the way a master musician plays upon his 
instrument. The little finger went in deeply inside the rubbery sheath of 
her rectum and pulled out just when his middle finger ground even deeper 
into her cunt. And all the time he kept up a steady stroking against her 
clitoris, which caused her to raise her entire lower half higher and higher 
in the air. 

"OHHHHHH, heavenly!" she cried as she opened her eyes to look into one of 
the mirrors. At that moment she didn't even think of the two-way mirror and 
the man who was on the other side of it filming every lustful motion she 
made. To see herself reflected in the mirror, with Rex's hand buried in her 
up to the wrist, to see her dripping pussy hairs in a blur as she humped up 
higher and higher and higher, to see his mouth sucking, sucking at her 
breast, it set her on fire. She felt the cum roiling around and getting 
ready to burst forth. There was no stopping it right then, and she didn't 
care. It would be the first time she had allowed herself to cum on his 
fingers that way, but she could no more have stopped the wild thumping and 
thrusting of her pelvis than she could have stopped breathing. 

Suddenly Rex pulled his hand away. 

It was a moment of stunned panic. Her breasts were no longer swelling and 
thrilling to his sucking lips and all the wild churnings of the nerve 
endings that had been so close to exploding were cut off in what amounted to 
almost mid-cum. 

Sundae cried out in protest. It was a garbled cry of mingled rage, lust and 
disappointment. "Ohhhhh, DON'T STOP!" 

Instead of answering her, Rex quickly shifted his position. It was a lithe, 
quick movement that happened so suddenly that in Sundae's state of agitation 
she wasn't quite aware of what was going on. All she knew was that Rex had 
somehow pushed his face into her muff, and the tingling nerves that had been 
so abruptly let in mid-climax were once again being treated to sensory 
pleasure. She was also aware of the warmth of Rex's groin as it came up 
against her face, of being tickled with his pubic hair. Then his cock was 
pushed against her lips and she felt the humping motion of his hips. She 
opened her mouth to protest weakly, which was the wrong thing to do. Her 
senses told her what was expected of her, and at first she did nothing but 
lie there with her eyes opened, startled; his prick held loosely in her 
mouth. But at about that time her clit started to respond to the stimulation 
of Rex's wildly lapping tongue. She tried to shriek, but it was impossible 
with his prick in her mouth and all that came out was a bleated, 
"Nnnnnyyymmmm!" His prick slid down deeper in her mouth and she gagged 
involuntarily. But then she felt the singing heat that was centered in her 
clitoris and flaring all outward in a wide arc. His tongue slipped easily 
into her cunt and his fingers took the place of his tongue on her clit. She 
was aware of all these things as they occurred, one at a time. The awareness 
was intense. She thought she would burst with the delightful tremors that 
were rocketing through her. And all the time his prick was sliding down and 
down, and her lips were beginning to suck automatically. Even so, she felt 
torn into two distinct entities. The lower half of her was bathed in 
glorious rapture. She felt him slide his hand under the cheeks of her ass, 
lifting her pussy closer to his face so he could sink his delightfully 
thrusting tongue even deeper. She grunted and wished the prick wasn't in hex 
mouth. It's sixty-nine, she thought in a blaze of realization. It's what 
they call sixty-nine, with him doing it to me like that and me doing it to 
him. But I don't like the idea. She struggled a little, but each time she 
moved her face backward slightly, he moved his lurching prick that much 
closer. She gagged again, and felt for his balls. It was confusing, to feel 
all those sensations at once. The way his balls felt, soft yet firm in the 
center, against her hands. The way his prick felt, velvety on the outside, 
but filled with a solid core of hardness. But most of all, she felt the 
great vibrating, pulsating singing and humming in her cunt, clitoris and 
anus. Rex had at first pulled her buttocks closer to his face, the better to 
tongue-fuck her cunt. But then he slipped his finger inside her anus, and 
she knew she had no choice. Her body was spinning and pulsating. The cum was 
flowing out and consuming her with delightful shudders. The prick in her 
mouth was just another part of the sensual closeness, the pounding, 
delirious drive toward greater heights. She sucked. And sucked and sucked, 
closing her eyes as she drew the laboring length of his enormous prick down 
and down and down into her wildly working gullet. While her juices flowed 
again, she accepted the scalding burst of seminal fluid that spurted from 
his spouting fountain into her throat. "MMMMMMMMM!" Back and forth her head 
went as she sucked greedily in an attempt to get the last drop. 

Slowly, she allowed her head and shoulders to sag to the pillow. Her 
hammering heart was so violent that she could hear the blood pounding 
through her veins. She was taking long, deep breaths through her nose, 
unable to bring herself to slip the monstrous prick out of her mouth. But 
even in her state of lethargy, she was still reliving the greatness of the 
climax she'd just experienced. And when she felt Rex gently pull his lips 
away from her hot and sticky slit she felt a pang of loss. Left to her own 
desires, she knew she would keep his mouth there forever. She cried out a 
little when she felt the softening mass of his cock slip off her tongue, 
knowing the loss was made more painful by the knowledge that his sweet 
tongue and lips were not going to remain where they were. And although there 
was still a shred of rebelliousness in her, way back in the back of her 
brain that felt both used and abused by Rex's actions, her eyes were 
swimming with gratitude when she smiled up at him. Rex knew and recognized 
the pleasure and acquiescence that he read in her eyes. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Julian Corbin was pacing the floor, snapping his fingers and gesturing 
wildly. He and Rex were in Julian's office at Wildwood Films. Julian had 
just stated he'd be willing to bet Sundae's first film would gross them 
close to two million dollars. "How does Sundae feel today?" 

"Great," said Rex. "Wonderful. Julian, I swear to God, I think that girl is 
insatiable." 

"The orgy. When do you think you can spring the orgy on her?" Julian's lips 
were livid and wet with drool that he kept licking nervously. 

"Christ. Not so fast. I just got her to suck cock last night." 

"Beautiful, beautiful," said Julian as he rubbed his hands together. "I want 
you to know I got a close-up of her face when she had your prick shoved down 
deep in her throat and I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. Listen, 
she did this thing with her eyes, Rex. You wouldn't believe it! They weren't 
exactly closed, and they weren't exactly open. Just sort of heavy-lidded, 
with the iris bright against the white of her eyeball, and the way her mouth 
moved. Listen! I zoomed in real close on those lips of hers. 

With that cock in it, you never saw anything so exciting. She's got this 
sort of hollow place in her cheeks, you know? Well, those cheeks of hers 
sunk way in when she was pulling that great big old cock in for all she was 
worth. And there was this little shining place on her lower lip where it 
dribbled out a little. Not too much, just a little! You talk about 
photography, man! Beautiful! Beautiful!" 

Rex slumped his shoulders and looked vacantly out the window. Julian kept 
babbling on and on about the money they were going to make on the series. He 
finally noticed Rex's dejected attitude. He went over and stood by him, 
clapping him on the shoulders and grinning. "What'samatter, what'samatter? 
You aren't still worried about Sundae catching on, are you?" 

"Not exactly," Rex answered. 

"Well, what, then? What's eating you? Here we are with all that money about 
to roll in and you act like you're dressing for your funeral." 

"Nothing, really. I think maybe the whole thing has gotten to me. I mean, 
Christ. Getting married and all. In a church. And making Sundae believe 
we're married. She's really a sweet sort of a kid." 

"Conscience," whispered Julian as he stared at Rex with disbelief. "You, of 
all people, and you're developing a conscience? Boy, you can't afford one of 
those. Wait'll later. Then you can afford anything. Besides, why, shit-it 
isn't hurting her any. It's good for her. Jesus, to think of a young chickie 
like that running around for eighteen years without getting her drillies 
off. Yeah. Look at it that way. We're doing that little Chickus Atlantus a 
fucking favor!" 

"I don't want to be around when she does find out," said Rex morosely. 

"So we'll give her a couple thousand dollars bonus if she gets on to it," 
said Julian in a placating tone of voice. "A couple of thousand ought to go 
a long way toward straightening her out if she gets her head on crooked or 
something. Anyway, get that wild hair out of your ass, Rex. Concentrate on 
the orgy. You'll think of something that'll make her simply thrilled to 
death at the idea of an orgy. I mean, you'll think of something if you don't 
get yourself carried away with all this worrying. Say, how do you like my 
new rug?" 

"What rug?" Rex looked down at the floor. The carpet hasn't been changed. 

"My hair, you asshole," screamed Julian. "Look at my hair!" 

"Oh. Great. It looks great, Julian. Sorry I didn't notice." , "Think money. 
Lots and lots of money. Think of all that nice young scunch on the hoof. 
We'll go to Cannes. To Acapulco. Tits and asses spread out on the beaches 
with sun tan oil right up to their twats and not enough men to go around. As 
soon as we get this series wrapped up, we won't have a care in the world. 
We'll live!" 

"Yeah. Sure." Rex left the office. He was dog tired. And worried. Julian, he 
thought a little bitterly, could go home any time he wanted to. Go home to 
his wife and take a nice, uninterrupted nap. He could always send one of the 
other cameramen out to take his place in the room next door to the bedroom 
where Rex was on duty twenty-four hours a day, expected to keep his prick 
hard and on the ready. He was beginning to wonder if he could hold out long 
enough to finish the series. If Julian wasn't after him, badgering him to 
hurry up with an orgy or something else, then Sundae was expecting him to 
produce a stiff rod for her. He passed a newsstand and looked in the window, 
thinking about the rags that contained mostly want ads for people on the 
make and advertisements for sexual objects. He'd never thought before that 
he might consider using a vibrator or one of those deals that were 
advertised in the underground papers guaranteed to keep a man's prick stiff, 
he mused as he continued to look at the display of paperbacks. But he wasn't 
sure he wouldn't soon be forced to. 

Sundae was waiting for him. When he walked into the living room of the 
mansion she greeted him with a warm smile, then quickly ran to him and threw 
her arms around him. "I missed you," she whispered in his ear. Then she ran 
the tip of her tongue around the inside of his ear and reached down to his 
zipper, playfully zipping it up and down. "I like to be married, don't you, 
Revel?" 

"I'm hungry," he said. 

"I could give you a nice appetizer," she said with a shy smile and a blush. 

"I was thinking about something solid," he said wearily. 

"You're growing tired of me already." Sundae gave him a dejected look and 
turned her back. But not before she was sure he'd noticed her lower lip was 
quivering and a hint of tears glistened in her eyes. 

"No I'm not! How can you say that!" He went to her and turned her around to 
face him. "It's just that I-need a little nourishment. First." 

Somehow, he managed to keep her out of their bedroom until after they'd had 
dinner. Then there was no holding her back. When Rex looked at his 
reflection in the two-way mirror after he'd undressed and crawled into bed 
he told himself there were millions of men who would be in seventh heaven if 
they could change places with him, but even so, he was getting thin. He even 
fancied he looked gaunt when he really took a good look at his face. 

Sundae was all smiles. She was wearing a black lace and ivory nylon baby 
doll pajama top. When she walked her pretty little cunt flashed seductively 
under the lacy frill. Rex moaned as she snuggled confidently up against him, 
asking him what surprise he had in store for her that night. 

Jesus. I'd just like to go to sleep for a change, he thought wearily. He 
looked down at his flaccid cock. It looked back at him and if he had been an 
imaginative man, he'd have sworn it opened the little slit in the middle and 
yawned. He remembered the way Julian had kept telling him to think money and 
smiled at her, holding her close. Her body was warm and vibrant and in spite 
of his weakened condition he felt the first surge of arousal wash over him 
when he cupped her breasts. "That's a pretty little outfit you're almost 
wearing," he said. 

"You like it? I picked it up when I was shopping." 

"I'd like to see more of it. Stand up and walk around for me some more, will 
you?" 

With a sweet smile, Sundae hopped out of bed and danced around the room. Her 
legs were fantastic, Rex thought. He noticed the way her pussy hairs clung 
to the material with each step she took and figured the material must create 
static electricity. She struck a dramatic pose with her arms wide apart 
which caused the hem of the lacy little pajama top to rise about five inches 
above her pussy. She did several turns and he watched the way the circular 
bottom of the nylon and lace top swirled around her flesh and seemed to 
caress it. Then she turned her back to him and continued to do what appeared 
to him the kind of movements ballerinas do. "I didn't know you'd had 
dancing," he said. 

"Oh, yes. Several years. It's supposed to give a girl a certain grace." Her 
voice was offhand, and Rex wondered why she didn't turn around and face him. 
For a few seconds he had forgotten all about the seeing eye of the camera in 
the room through the mirror. He felt panic begin to rise in him when he 
realized what Sundae was doing. From where he was on the bed, he could see 
that she was doing something with the material of the lacy outfit in front. 
Judging by the angles of her arms, she appeared to be working at her 
breasts. By leaning forward slightly, he could see her reflection in the 
mirror, but when he'd made the effort he again felt close to panic. The 
expression on her face reminded him of a burlesque dancer who shows off her 
mellow tits for her audience. She stood there with her eyes closed, weaving 
from side to side a little, and all the time she kept her hands just under 
her breasts, both thumbs stroking the nipples. He hadn't noticed it before, 
but she'd turned on the stereo and soft music was an added erotica in the 
room. Slowly, she undulated her hips back and forth, then side to side, then 
opened her mouth the tiniest bit and allowed the tip of her tongue to show. 
It grazed her upper lips, then her lower ones, and when she opened her eyes 
and appeared to gaze at herself in the mirror he knew if she had been on 
stage there wouldn't have been a limp prick in the audience. It was the fact 
that she was facing the mirror that threw him, though. Just when he was 
about to ask her why she didn't face him, she twirled around and came slowly 
forward, bumping and grinding subtly, an exotic dancer's art down to 
perfection. 

"Why did you turn your back to me?" Rex's heart was hammering in his throat. 
He'd been almost positive that she'd been showing off her seductive body to 
the mirror-and what was on the other side of it. 

She gave him an innocent look. "Why, I was just trying to figure out how to 
do it to please you. Did it work?" With a sudden motion, she yanked the 
sheet down and gazed lovingly at his massive erection. Then she hopped on 
the bed again and fondled it, kissing the raging purplish head with little 
butterfly kisses. 

After a while, Rex was able to persuade himself that she was innocent of 
both knowledge about the hidden camera and guile. She responded to his every 
touch and gave a delighted, almost childish laugh when he lifted her up and 
positioned her dripping pussy over his blazing cockhead. Her eyes were big 
and round when she looked down at him and they got bigger and rounder when 
she" felt the first penetrating hardness of his cock as he continued to hold 
her with his hands firm at her waist, so she could feel nothing but the 
jumping, bulbous meat of his enormous glans pinned just inside her hole. 

"Let me slide down," she begged. 

"I like to look at you up there with your tits hanging down in my face," he 
said just before he let her slide an inch. She moaned with pleasure and 
looked at the mirror. The sight of herself up there on top of him brought 
her to a screaming need. She kicked her legs and bumped her bottom back and 
forth in an attempt to get more cock inside of her rippling, suckling, 
gobbling hole. It was difficult to take her eyes off the mirror just as it 
had been hard to turn away from it and come back to bed with him. 

She allowed herself a moment of heady remembrance of the way she'd felt when 
she'd stood deliberately provocative in front of the mirror, very conscious 
of the camera on her. Just knowing that somebody (probably Julian Corbin) 
was on the other side of the mirror watching her every move had added to her 
burning enjoyment. But it had been her own body that had really turned her 
on, she admitted to herself. Seeing her breasts all swollen, with the black 
lace partially covering them, had made her ache for cock. She'd wondered at 
the time if she wasn't the slightest bit narcissistic, but then she'd been 
carried away by the roiling heat of her loins and turned back to Rex. But 
there again, seeing herself, so small and fragile and at his mercy as she 
was just then made her feel like bursting with desire. From where she was, 
pinned to him with his cock only part way in her, she could see the shiny 
slick pink of his meat as well as the edges of her hole where it pulsated 
and sucked in an attempt to get more of him in. "OHHHHH, let me have it! Let 
me HAVE IT, HAVE IT, HAVE IT, I PLEEEEEEASE!" 

Through her mind whirled all sorts of erotic ideas and images. She could see 
herself being spun around on his prick. Like a whirligig, she thought with 
another stab of shimmering heat. She wished he would do it. Would take his 
hands and turn her round and round, allowing her to slide down his cock just 
a little farther with each revolution. She wanted to ask him to do it, but 
in her funneling passion she was unable to open her mouth, unable to get the 
words out. 

"DOOOOWWWWN! Oh, let me slide down, I want to feel ALL OF IT INNNNNN 
MEEEEEEE!" Panting, she realized it was all she could manage to say. But her 
roaring senses couldn't keep her from imagining all sorts of other exotic 
ways of getting it. As he allowed her to slip down inch by delicious inch, 
she allowed herself to roam freely into full-fledged visions of how she 
would someday get him to fuck her. 

She would lie face down on the bed. Or on the dining room table when the 
maids were out of the house and all their action didn't have to take place 
in the bedroom. She shivered and thrust her pelvis backward and forward as 
she visualized how she would be flat on her belly on the dining room table. 
Her buttocks would be ripe, round and firm, and he'd see the backs of her 
legs, and take them in his hands and spread them apart, then slowly thrust 
his cock into her dripping cunt. He would fuck her in and out, in and out, 
slowly, dreamily, and she would feel her belly thumping against the shining 
wood of the table and she'd be helpless to do anything but take his huge 
cock inside of her, but she'd love it, love it, love it. 

And she saw herself sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, with her 
legs spread wide open and Rex kneeling in front of her. Yes, she'd spread 
her legs wide apart and he'd dip it down into her and fuck her that way. 

"MMMMMMM, more, more, more," she cried as she felt another inch come 
thrusting into her. He put his hands on her breasts and pulled at the 
nipples. She opened her eyes and looked at his fingers working at her 
nipples and she wondered if she could get him to fuck her tits. She bucked 
and churned at the idea of holding her breasts tightly together with her 
hands, pressing them hard along the edges so she could trap his prick. Then 
he'd stand up and shove it between the little cunt she'd make for him out of 
her tits. 

Visualizing it set her wild. 

And in the bathtub. She would make him fuck her in the bathtub. That was 
another mental note she made, and told herself to not forget it, because it 
would be lovely to feel all that hot water around her, his prick much 
hotter, she'd sit on his lap. But not facing him, like she was doing just 
then. No, she'd sit with her back to him and cram all the cock she could get 
up her cunt. And she'd feel the heat of it stabbing deep inside her belly 
and maybe she'd bounce up and down a little, she thought with a hot sob of 
delight. 

Maybe someday they'd fuck out in the open. Under the stars. On a blanket 
with him on top of her, pounding her into the ground with his club of a 
prick. Or outdoors in the daytime. At high noon on a desert sometime with 
the hot sand at her back and her legs wrapped around his thighs. She would 
look up into the blue, blue desert sky and she would fuck and fuck. 

She was shaking with desire for the cum, but Rex seemed bent on tantalizing 
her. She was able to move her hips in a swiveling fashion and moaned with 
delight when she felt her clitoris getting pulled down backwards, sideways, 
and going round and round as she rotated her hips and kept begging him to 
let her down all the way. 

Finally the hairs of her pussy were ground down against the hairs of his 
groin. Sundae's tongue lolled against the side of her mouth and her eyelids 
flickered as she felt the deepest penetration she'd known so far. It seemed 
to her that his cock was pushing against all her insides, mindlessly 
thrusting aside everything that got in its way. If she didn't keep her mouth 
open it would come shoving its way up her throat and press against her very 
teeth. 

"AA A AAEEEEE-OOOOOOH!" 

Looking down at him, she saw that his mouth was a grim line, his eyes dark 
hot pools of ecstasy. His hands continued to massage her breasts and for a 
second she remained where she was, with his cock deep inside of her, 
reveling in the heat that rocked her toward heaven. "Fuck me," he demanded. 

She looked at him, puzzled. 

He nodded his head, then repeated, "Fuck me. You do it. Just fuck me, 
Sundae." 

Her buttocks slowly rose up in the air. His prick slid out of her almost to 
the glans, but her cunt began to protest at the threat of loss, so she 
hurriedly slammed herself back down on it, swallowing it all up inside of 
her again. She didn't know whether it felt better to be down there all the 
way with her cunt hairs grinding against his root in the front and his balls 
in the back or whether it felt better on the back-swing, with it sliding so 
tightly, so heavenly GOOD, partially out of her. At any rate, she couldn't 
keep herself from rocking back and forth and up and down even if she'd 
tried. With his throbbing prick filling her to the hilt each time she came 
down and all of her senses reeling toward the necessity of gobbling him all 
up again, it was all she could do to hang on and hump, harder and harder and 
harder, faster and faster and faster. She heard, dimly, a squishing sound, 
and felt the taut puckered firmness of his balls each time she bounced down 
on him. She was aware of her own voice calling out. in a mad kind of jumble 
of greed, "OHHHHHH, YEAYYYYY, AHHHHHH, OOOOOOOH, LIKE IT, LIKE IT, LIKE IT, 
LOVE IT, LOVE IT, MMMMMMMMM!" And then the hot juices of her orgasm began to 
run like a river of sticky white lava, consuming her, filling her, 
possessing her. 

She shot off like a geyser and felt the deep spurts of his cum banging up 
against her very womb. Her eyelids fluttered faster and faster and her eyes 
rolled up in back of her head and she came down hard for a final last thrust 
against his groin. Then she fell forward on her face and wrapped him in her 
arms, holding him as close as she could get. All thoughts of the camera on 
the other' side of the mirror were temporarily erased from her mind. 

Sometime through the night, Sundae awakened and knew Rex had covered her and 
settled her in a comfortable position on the bed. The next time she became 
aware of anything, she opened her eyes and realized it was full light 
outside. Something had awakened her, and for a long moment, she remained 
perfectly still wondering if someone had called her name. In back of her, 
for she was lying on her side, she felt the warmth of Rex's body against 
her. He was lying very still too, and she thought he was sleeping. At first. 
Then she felt his hand reach around in front of her and snake up to her 
breast. At that moment, she became aware of something hard and pushing 
against her anus. 

All of her senses became alive and alert at once. 

So that's what woke me, she thought in a frenzy of fear. Then, surely he 
doesn't really intend to stick that big thing in my ass! 

Reaching down, she felt the dried flakes of cum on her bush, then reached 
between her legs and tried to guide his cock into the proper place. Behind 
her, Rex moved slightly, shifting his cock back to the position he'd had it 
in when Sundae had first awakened. Again, she grasped it and shifted her 
slit so the head was pushing against her vagina. 

He shifted back. 

She shifted it back again. 

For a second, she wondered if Rex was still asleep. In his sleep, she 
reasoned, his senses wouldn't be quite acute enough to know the difference. 

He moved again, very slightly, and she felt the cheeks of her ass being 
pulled apart. Then she knew he wasn't asleep. Instead, she knew that he was 
wide awake and he intended to fuck her in the ass. She jerked her hand back 
down there between her legs and grasped his prick head in her fingers. At 
the same time, she lifted her right leg up and turned over, facing him. His 
eyes met hers. They were smiling. His hands, momentarily slipped away from 
her buttocks, firmly lifted her in the air and flipped her back over. 

"No," she said in a small frightened voice. "Not there!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Yes," he said firmly. 

Sundae felt at a loss. She was afraid it would hurt. But something inside 
her that she wasn't very well acquainted with made her remain quietly in bed 
instead of jumping away and running for the door. With a part of her mind, 
she remembered the first time, and knew the door was probably locked. She 
didn't want to have to go through the pulling away of the door knob again 
and falling on her can like she had the other time. 

Also, for the first time since the entire thing had started, Sundae was not 
aroused. She thought she probably would have been if she hadn't awakened to 
such an odd sense of feeling something was wrong, then feeling his hard cock 
knocking at the wrong door. The idea of him ripping into her anus made her 
shiver with fear, and she knew that fear and passion might go hand in hand 
for some people, but it wasn't her idea of pleasure, so she felt tight and 
dry and cold. 

"I don't want to do anything like that," she said breathlessly. "Sure you 
do." 

"No. I don't want to do anything! Period!" She realized he hadn't even 
bothered to kiss her or say any of the sweet things to her he usually did, 
so that made her feel even more resentful. But then she felt his hand on her 
backbone. Instead of protesting any more, she became interested and curious 
about what he planned to do. Besides, his touch was soft and made her shiver 
pleasantly. She wondered what her mother would say if she ever found out 
what became of her little daughter. Grimly, she tried to resist the strange 
lethargy that stole over her each time she came close to Rex; each time she 
knew they were going to make love. She couldn't deny that she loved him, 
because she was sure she did. But even so, she wanted to make him pay-along 
with Julian Corbin-for trying to pull something over on her and make all 
that money out of her body that she knew good and well they were going to 
make. Her plan was working out pretty well, she thought, as she began to 
vibrate a little more each time Rex ran the tips of his fingers down her 
backbone. That sensation of cool fire amazed her. She hadn't known there 
were any erotogenic zones in her backbone, but she felt very much the same 
way she felt when he was sucking her breasts or tantalizing her clit. 
Breathing heavily, she again tried to keep from automatically responding by 
forcing herself to think of her Big Plan. But instead, all she could think 
of was the way her mother would react if she ever learned that her daughter 
was the victim (at least at times) of her own body. Out loud, she sighed and 
began to twist around, thrilling at the magic touch of Rex's fingers as they 
played up and down her spine. She thought angrily, I'm just a great big 
cunt! A great big skin-covered cunt with a head and shoulders! Because it 
seemed to her that everywhere Rex touched her came alive in ecstasy. 

He put his mouth against the back of her neck and she broke out in delighted 
sex bumps. His lips kissed and sucked all around on the soft place just 
under her hair. Then he inserted the tip of his tongue in her right ear and 
she went into a frenzy of pulsations. Her hips moved slowly back and forth 
and each time her buttocks came in contact with the hard, reaching knob of 
his cock she knew she was going to have it that way, and further that she 
really wanted to have it that way. 

While Rex continued to shower kisses on the back of her neck and move his 
lips so hot and sweet down her backbone, his hands were roaming all over her 
body. Sometimes they massaged her breasts and caused her to quiver, other 
times they danced up and down the rounded curves of her hips and flicked 
around to her belly button where he pressed ever so slightly. She felt a 
stab of fear when she felt one of his fingers dip into the little round hole 
of her navel, but she was helpless to do anything but lie still, and within 
a few seconds she was hoping he would keep mat up for a long time. "Mmmmmm, 
I like that," she sighed. 

Leaving the finger that was slowly fucking in and out of her belly button in 
place, he somehow managed to reach down to her simmering slit and push the 
hard, aching knob of her clitoris. He kept that up for a few seconds and 
Sundae caught her breath and held it, enchanted with the heady rush of 
desire that coursed up and down the length of her body. Then she felt him 
make a twisting motion with his hand and she knew his thumb was fucking 
gently in and out of her belly button and his sensitive ring finger was 
stroking her clitoris. The juice began to froth. She was spellbound, unable 
to do anything other than moan with pleasure and respond to his fingers by 
rotating her hips and riding hard against his probing finger. By the time he 
got around to spreading the cheeks of her buttocks apart again she was ready 
to accept anything, anywhere, just so it filled her screaming need. 

But he didn't cram his cock into her tight little anus right then. Instead, 
he slithered his fingers up to the sticky slick that was running from her 
fluttering clit and drew it slowly back, lubricating her all around the 
tight little rubbery sphincter ring. She gasped when she felt the finger 
plunge in, but her blazing heat increased as soon as he began a steady 
fuck-rhythm that started a new freshet of juice to running in her slit. At 
the same time he rammed his finger in her anus, he eased two fingers into 
her sucking cunt. The heat rippled up and down her back, spreading out like 
wildfire to her womb, breasts, belly, down to her pussy, then on down to her 
very toes. They curled backwards. She reached for her breasts and began to 
knead them with her own fingers, all the time jiggling and humping her 
bottom back and forth in an attempt to get more and more of the delightful 
sensation he was providing. "OHHHHHH-WOW! WOOOOOOOOOW!" Her voice was 
smothered against the pillow and for that moment, she had forgotten all 
about the camera through the mirror. She couldn't think about anything. Once 
she wondered how he was managing to make her feel so lovely with nothing but 
his fingers, and it was then that she opened her eyes and took a long, 
delighted look into the mirror. It was just as she had thought. Rex was 
manipulating her with his thumb in her anus, two fingers in her cunt. 

The heel of his other hand was flat against her responsive clit and he was 
still fucking in and out of her belly button with the middle finger of that 
hand. Seeing the reflection of his face, so solemn looking as he made his 
hands perform so wonderfully for her brought a quick orgasm. She 
violently-rode up and down on the heel of his hand, then pushed her bottom 
backwards in an attempt to get more fingers, more thumb. She twisted and 
shook, moaned blissfully and sobbed out her delight in an agonized voice 
that would have awakened the dead. After the roiling gush subsided slightly, 
she again started pivoting her ass around, knowing another cum was about to 
erupt. Instead of continuing to stab in and out of her with his thumb and 
fingers, Rex withdrew everything all at once and rested. Sundae wailed. She 
shook her head back and forth against the pillow and looked down at his 
quiet face. "But I was about ready to cum again!" For him to have taken away 
all the joy just at a most important time like that seemed grossly unfair to 
her. She couldn't understand why he had stopped so suddenly. He knew, she 
thought frenziedly, that she always reached one climax and almost instantly 
rolled into another. And there she was with her hungry pussy still 
twitching, snapping in the cunt, her clitoris still vibrating, her anus 
still feeling somehow cheated. It reminded Sundae of almost, but not quite, 
finishing a sandwich; of knowing that she had the best part of the sandwich 
still left to enjoy, then suddenly having someone snatch it away from her. 
What amazed her more than anything else was that she knew Rex (whom she 
never thought of as anything but Revel) understood the way her body reacted. 
He knew that once she'd learned the beauty of cumming she always came 
practically double. "You're selfish," she said in a pouting voice. "You're 
being mean to me! You know I always reach two at once." 

He smiled at her lazily. Then he abruptly reached for her, flopped her over 
on her belly and got behind her. In the mirror, she could see him on his 
knees, his great jutting cock a threat to her anus. In that moment, she knew 
what he'd planned all along. But her singing body had been cut off in the 
middle of a cum and even though she was terrified at the idea of taking that 
monstrous prick in, the ass, she knew she would. Even if it killed her, she 
would. 

Her reaction was purely involuntary when she felt the first sharp pain of 
penetration. She screamed and started to crawl forward on the bed on her 
hands and knees. He grasped her by the hip bones. She cried out and again 
started to crawl forward, this time with purpose. She'd made a quick 
decision. Even though her body was still humming with the rocketing greed to 
reach the second climax she was accustomed to, she just couldn't face 
without fear that bulbous, purplish slick glans that kept banging against 
her anus. At the same time, she knew she couldn't avoid it. With his hands 
like steel on her hip bones, pujling her bottom backwards to meet his 
determined prick, she could do nothing but spin her ass around in little 
circles in the hope of avoiding contact. And all the time she spun her ass, 
wagged it back and forth, tried to crawl away from the threat, she was 
pleading. "In the cunt, damn it, in the cunt, oh, please, please, please, in 
the CUNT!" 

Rex wasn't saying anything. There was something extra special about looking 
down at her fragile appearing back, at the deep indentation where her 
backbone went in. Across her waistline, she looked childlike and very tiny. 
If his hands hadn't been so busy holding her hip bones, he would have 
encircled that tiny little waist and knew his hands would span it easily. He 
licked his lips and held her still, paying not the slightest attention to 
her shrill cries. He was determined to impale her on his steaming cock, and 
he was convinced that she'd love it dearly once she became accustomed to it. 
Rex knew women and knew them well. He knew that although Sundae had been 
late to awaken to the subtle yearnings of her sex, she had quickly realized 
her needs were more demanding than she'd ever dreamed of. She was, he knew, 
made for everything any man could ever want, and all she needed was the 
proper teacher. 

"Hold still, damn it," he said during one of the lulls in her constant 
shrieks. 

"Hold still! HOLD STILL? And have you rip me in two with that? Let me go! Or 
give it to me in the cunt, please, pleeeeeease!" 

Rex ground his teeth together, took a firmer grip on her hip bones and 
brought her back sharply, his hands holding her tight. His thumbs stretched 
out on either side of her smooth little ass, exposing her tightly puckered 
ring to his view. In that instant, he took a deep breath and shoved 
mightily. Her screams nearly broke his eardrums, but he hung in there, his 
lips drawn back over his teeth, a determined expression on his face. He 
shoved again. She screamed again. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. 
Christ, he thought. She's tighter than I would have imagined. He wished he 
had used more of her juice for lubrication. The skin of his prick felt raw. 
It was being stretched backward. But in spite of the slight pain, he knew if 
he kept on grinding in there the pain would soon leave. The quivering 
muscles of her sphincter were already starting to suck him in deeper instead 
of trying to expel him. As soon as his cock was buried in her a third of the 
way, he released the grip on her hips and reached for her breasts. They were 
swollen bigger than usual, and he nodded with satisfaction when he touched 
the hard straining nipples. He knew they would be soft if she really meant 
her frantic protests. He pinched them and felt the immediate response in her 
body. His mouth relaxed slightly and broke into a knowledgeable grin. With 
the first touch of his hands at her breasts, a tremor had raced up and down 
her body, culminating in a long sigh and a twitch of her pretty little ass. 
Leaning forward, he teased the back of her neck with his tongue. "Just ride 
with it, honey. Just give in to it. You'll love it." He could feel the give 
of her rectal muscles as he pushed his cock in another inch. When he started 
milking her tits she stopped mouthing protests and shivered with pleasure, 
then groaned as she accepted another half inch of massive cock. "AHHHHHHHH, 
God," he heard her mutter. Then she started edging upwards with her ass. 
Tentatively at first, then a little stronger. The firm inner muscle of her 
rectal channel gave slightly and he took advantage by suddenly thrusting the 
entire length of his cock in as far as it would go. She shrieked, but the 
sound was no longer torn from her lips in pain. It was an accepting kind of 
shriek that dripped with abject pleasure and passion. 

Leaving one hand to milk her tits, he caressed the shuddering softness of 
her belly for a second, then pressed. She grunted. "That's my cock in there, 
Sundae," he said softly. He pressed again and felt the hardness of his cock 
through the delicate layers of muscle that formed her belly. He knew it 
wasn't really his cock, but the pressure of it as it pushed against her 
belly, but he knew also that she would thrill at the idea of having him 
buried inside her all the way up to her belly button. "Look at it," he said. 
"Look down at it and see the way your belly is all poked out." He knew she 
would respond with greater passion the minute she saw the way his cock would 
cause her belly to swell, then recede as he thrust his cock in and out of 
her. Further, he knew it would relieve the initial pain of the first back 
stroke to have her mind on something else. He took a quick backward pull, 
then ground his cock back down into her quivering ass and felt her quick 
rush of expelled air. In the mirror he could see her belly button start to 
protrude a little. The hand he had on her breasts squeezed both of her 
nipples together. Slowly, she began to twist her ass around in little 
circles, grunting all the while. The action caused Rex's cock to pivot 
around, adding to the deeply thrilling sensation of having it buried deeply 
into her tight little ass. Again he withdrew it all the way to the hilt, 
knowing the rectal opening was stretching more and more to accommodate his 
thick and bludgeoning meat. Before he thrust it back down again, he reached 
for her swollen clit and grasped it between thumb and middle finger. He 
rubbed it and felt her body ripple with thrills. Her belly lurched and her 
tits swelled under his fingers. Her ass went round and round in fast little 
circles and he thrust in deeply, gaining the last inch he had been waiting 
for. 

He was working her all over. His tongue darted out when he bent forward and 
stabbed at the back of her neck, his hands busy on her breasts and clit, his 
cock beginning to saw slowly in and out of her ass. In the mirror, he could 
see that her eyes were partially closed and her mouth was wide open as she 
panted, her body a wildly working machine of acceptance and delight. 

He gave her the old Alabama twist, stirring her rectum with the entire 
length of his prick. In and out, in and out, round and round, they moved 
together and the heat rose up in waves all around the bed. The constant 
friction of the sawing in and out of his prick inside her tightly muscled 
rectal sheath made his prick throb and swell into giant proportions, but she 
took it, loved it, and bucked backwards lustfully each time he ground back 
down into her. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!" Her voice was coming rapidly as she 
swiveled her hard knob of a clit downwards. On the upswing of her round ass, 
she voiced a rapid succession of pleasure-sounds: "Ah-yes, Ah-Oh-yes, Ah, 
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YEEEEE-I'M CUMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!" 

It was a good thing, he knew. Because he couldn't keep the steaming spill of 
seed from bursting through his contracting, dilating balls any longer. He 
felt the first heady spurt of semen spill into her bowels and banged deeply 
into her, the head of his cock thrust into her sucking, gobbling, twitching, 
pulsating rectum for a long, long time. Vaguely, he was aware of the 
fountaining off of her clitoris as it gushed against his hands and he 
continued to milk at it until it stopped pulsating and shooting off. Under 
him, she was trembling, but he continued to hold her up there, impaled on 
his prick, until she had gushed her last gush. Only then did he gently lower 
her to the bed, his prick still buried within the crack of her ass. 

Sundae was nothing but a mass of jelly with a prick buried in it, she 
thought blissfully as she felt him lower her to the bed. He was heavy, but 
she didn't want him to take, it out of her. Deliberately, she tightened her 
sphincter muscles, and felt a stab of pleasure in knowing she had caused him 
to rouse from his lethargy. He started to ease it out of her, but she 
tightened her muscles again and protested. "Leave it in," she muttered. "It 
feels good." 

He rested most of his weight on his hands, afraid he would squash her. "I 
have to take it out. If I lie all the way down on you I might hurt you." But 
as he eased it out of her, he felt her reluctance to have it go and knew he 
had gained another victory. She was as weak as a kitten. 

Through the mirror, David Anderson stood up and drooled as he watched Rex's 
long, dripping cock ease out of Sundae's ass. Throughout the entire scene, 
he had remained transfixed as he operated the camera, changing angles in 
order to get close-ups of the huge cock ramming in and out of the girl's 
delectable asshole, then back to her depraved face as she took it in the 
ass. He had not missed the erotic motion of Rex's hands on the girl's 
breasts, nor the one that had milked her bulging clitoris to a huge, 
pulsating size, either. David was only partially conscious of unzipping his 
fly. The scene inside the room was finished by the look of things, and he 
automatically shut the camera off, only vaguely proud of the fact that he 
had managed to keep his mind on the camera instead of on his raging cock. At 
his side, a girl named Lucille Harkrader sat with eyes transfixed as she 
watched the couple through the mirror. "Christ, I wish I had a chance to 
take that prick in the ass," she said breathlessly. "Look at 'em. They're 
exhausted. What an ass-fuck! Christ, I never knew it would make a person so 
fucking hot to watch it like that. I mean, Jesus, David, I've watched lots 
of couples fucking. On camera as well as in person. But there was something 
so out of sight about them. Something so deep and-I mean, it reminds me of 
things like jungles and beating drums and WOW! David! I never knew you had 
such a big prick! Wow! Christ, I bet when you go around the house naked you 
hafta have a little cart with wheels on it carry your prick around!" 

"Shut up. Get on the floor." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Lucille Harkrader. 

She didn't even bother to take off her dress, and she wasn't wearing 
anything cumbersome like panties or pantyhose. 

Sometime before noon, a maid came knocking at the door to the bedroom where 
Sundae and Rex slumbered in exhausted peace. 

Rex opened his eyes. "What the hell," he muttered. Then he quickly threw on 
a robe and went to the door. "Yeah?" 

"It's a telegram for you, sir," answered the maid. 

Rex opened the door at about the same time Sundae opened her eyes. She saw 
the yellow envelope and heard the crackle of paper when Rex opened it, not 
bothering to close the door. The maid's footsteps disappeared on down the 
hall and Rex said explosively, "Shit!" 

"What's the matter, darling?" Sundae's asshole ached and burned a little. 
When she moved she was certainly aware of something having been forced in 
there, she thought a little sorrowfully. But at the same time she felt a 
return of the consuming heat that had ripped through her until the final 
deep explosion of her cum. 

"It's trouble at home," he said. 

Sundae looked at him innocently. She was sitting up in bed, hugging her 
knees. "But I thought you and your sister Joan were the only ones left in 
your family, Revel." 

Rex gave her a blank look. The telegram had temporarily erased the role of 
Revel Davis from his mind. But he regained his senses quickly. The telegram 
had informed him that his brother, Keith, was missing from home, in Iowa. It 
was signed by his mother, and she'd asked him to come as quickly as 
possible. He noted that the telegram had been sent to the offices of 
Wildwood Films first, and that Julian had sent it over to the house. He 
thought for a moment before he answered Sundae, realizing that he couldn't 
very well suddenly spring a mother and a younger brother on her. Not when 
she thought Joan was his only living relative. He didn't speak again until 
he had thought everything out carefully. Then he said, "It's a matter of 
very important business, dear. I have to leave for New York immediately. The 
family lawyers, you know." 

As soon as he possibly could, Rex drove to the Wildwood offices where he 
brushed past Helen and went into Julian's suite and threw the telegram on 
his desk. "I've got to go." 

"You can't go," said Julian. He picked up the telegram and read it. "Oh. 
Your kid brother. Jesus. What a hell of a note. Just when you're getting 
ready to wind up the Sundae Series." 

"Why didn't you call me?" Rex looked down at the older man angrily. "The 
telegram came here and you didn't call me, you just sent it over by 
messenger!" 

"I wasn't here," said Julian. "I had to spend some time with my wife, for 
chrissake. Between seeing to things here at the office and shooting all that 
film of you and that hot little twat, I haven't been home enough to suit 
Laura. Shit, you know how she is. Now look, Rex. I know how things are with 
your brother. Don't worry about a thing. We'll do something about Sundae 
while you're gone. I mean, we'll see to it that she doesn't fly the coop or 
get out and whore around or anything. She'll keep. Laura and I can have a 
party for her or something like that, maybe. Just go on to Iowa and stay 
with your mother until you find your brother. Don't worry about a thing. 
We'll manage." 

In the outer office, he scowled at Helen Farmdale. "Why the hell didn't you 
call the house when this telegram came in?" 

Helen sniffed. "Don't treat me like I'm a fucking little stenographer, Rex 
Davitts. Remember I'm a third owner of this outfit. I didn't call you 
because you and Julian both told me to never call you at the house because 
Sundae isn't supposed to know you have any connection with Wildwood. 
Besides," she added nastily, "I was afraid I would interrupt one of your 
precious fuck-scenes." 

Rex had already made arrangements to fly to Iowa and had very little time 
left to make his plane. Otherwise, he would have spent more time arguing 
with Helen. All he said was, "You know as well as I do that since my 
brother's illness he has to have medication. Hell die without it. He's 
missing!" 

"I didn't read the telegram," said Helen primly. "And it isn't my fault that 
your brother walked away from home again." 

Rex's brother had once been a promising young chemist. He'd become embroiled 
in germ warfare and spent several months in a mental hospital. After that, 
he'd attempted suicide, during one of his spells of depression. He was able 
to work and maintain a reasonable existence as long as he took certain 
drugs, but when he stopped taking the drugs, he became suicidal. In spite of 
the fact that Rex lived far from his mother and brother, he felt a deep 
sense of responsibility as well as family love. 

Three minutes after Rex left Julian's office, Julian called down to the 
parking lot and told the boy to bring his car around. He looked at himself 
in the reception room mirror and smoothed the dark hairpiece, positive that 
it caused him to look years younger. Before he took the elevator down, he 
stopped at a pay telephone at the end of the hall several doors from the 
Wildwood offices. By the time the maid at the mansion had connected the 
plug-in phone in Sundae's bedroom, Julian was twitching all over. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Sundae was dressed in a flowing full-length robe of diaphanous material that 
billowed in the breeze. She was on the patio and asked Julian to join her at 
breakfast. 

"Breakfast?" Julian glanced at his watch. "It must be nice to get up and 
have breakfast when everyone else is having lunch. I'll have coffee, if it 
isn't too much trouble, though." He leaned forward in the chair he'd taken 
opposite Sundae and smiled. "When am I going to be allowed to meet your new 
husband?" His smile changed to an expression of mock-severity. "Not that I 
feel too great where he's concerned. Here we had you all ready to go into 
our films and then this Knight in Shining Armor came along and whisked you 
right off your feet." 

A maid brought another cup and Sundae graciously poured Julian a cup of 
coffee from a sterling silver container. She kept a sweet smile on her face 
but under cover she was seething. What a bastard you are, you and Rex both. 
She wondered what kind of an expression he'd get on his face if she suddenly 
picked up the silver coffee pot and poured it all over his head. You and Rex 
and Helen Farmdale. Shitheads. Every one of you. At least Helen was honest 
with me, though. As honest as she could make herself be ... told me what was 
in store for me as far as the company was concerned ... warned me that Revel 
was really Rex. Helen can't help herself for being a bull dike. How stupid 
Julian looks in that wig. Like the old man he is, trying to come off like a 
young one. What's he doing, coming over here smelling around like a dog 
after a bitch in heat ... acting like he doesn't know anything about Rex 
being called out of town ... or was that just another piece of fabrication 
they dreamed up between them to give Rex a chance to rest up from all this 
pussy ... or some other, new kind of sex business ... Out loud she said, 
"You've done something to yourself, Julian. You look very nice." 

"Why, thank you." He beamed at her and took a sip of his coffee, thinking to 
himself that she certainly was a dumb broad in spite of all that fancy 
schooling she'd had. Touching his hand to his hairpiece, he said, "I've been 
working at it a little. I'm prematurely bald, you know. But I've been taking 
some treatments. I'm glad you noticed it." And he thought of Laura, his 
wife, who had told him nastily that the hairpiece made him look like a 
horse's ass with a Shirley Temple wig draped over a naked tail. Then he 
decided Sundae wasn't as dumb in some respects as she was in others. At 
least she'd noticed the rug, which was more than Rex had done. 

Sundae suppressed a giggle. She couldn't keep her eyes off the wig. It 
fascinated her in the same morbid way that wax figures in the Tussaud Museum 
fascinated her. She pushed back her empty plate and resolutely forced 
herself to look at Julian's face instead of the line where the rug was cut 
off so abruptly across his forehead, thinking all the while, Treatments my 
ass. 

"But are you happy, Sundae?" asked Julian in a fatherly tone of voice. 

"Right now I'm not," she admitted. "I was feeling a little lonely. You see, 
my husband was called out of town because of an emergency. Something about 
seeing the family lawyer. He was in such a rush that he didn't really say 
what it was." And underneath her careful smile, she was wondering if, when 
the time came, she would really be able to tell Rex to pick up his big 
nine-inch plaything and go home. She wondered also how it was possible for 
her to love him the way she did,, knowing he was a rank bastard by 
profession, so unethical that he even was willing to go through a mock 
wedding in order to get something new and different on film which would be 
used by the company to make money. Sighing a little sadly, she decided she 
wasn't much better than a friend she'd known at Vassar about whom her 
classmates had laughed a lot. They'd said Charlene was so crazy about her 
boyfriend's dong that she'd had a plastic replica made of it, complete with 
a built-in French tickler that sizzled Charlene's inwards and a mechanism 
that squirted hot Jergens Lotion up in her when the dildo shot off. 

"Well, now, that's too bad," said Julian. He was shifting around in his 
chair, obviously agitated. "Why, you're still practically on your 
honeymoon." He gave her another fatherly smile and said he had been quite 
impressed with her that day they'd made the pilot film, and maybe she'd like 
to do a little work. "While that nice husband of yours is out of town. Just 
to keep yourself occupied and out of trouble, you know? Ha ha." 

"What kind of work?" Sundae shot him a level glance. 

"Well, films, of course. And, ah, now that you're no longer a virgin, ha ha, 
well, we might even consider doing a little love scene." 

"With fucking in it?" 

Julian blinked his eyes. He'd never thought he'd hear such a word coming out 
of those pure-looking lips of Sundae's. But Julian was not one to remain in 
a state of shock for long. When he'd first had the idea to come to the 
house, he'd had the intention of maybe comforting Sundae himself. He had 
been behind the camera enough shooting hours to know she was extra specially 
charged sexually, and more than once he'd wanted to take Rex's place in the 
bedroom. But the minute he saw her again in the flesh he'd known that he 
could never cut it with her. Not even with the wig. So then, right after 
she'd given him the compliment about the wig, he'd had the idea that maybe 
she could be persuaded to knock out a little film that Julian would keep all 
to himself. It bothered him when he looked at her, because she still came 
off as practically virginal. Which was one of the many things about her that 
made her so exciting. But the more he thought about using her for a really 
good film for some of his own, private outlets, the more he thought it was a 
good idea. The only thing that held him back was the realization that if Rex 
ever found out he'd taken his own chick and used her for a film that Julian 
had no intention of sharing the profits with anybody-not even Helen 
Farmdale-he knew Rex would leave the company. Rex was ethical about certain 
things, Julian reminded himself. For instance, he had balked at the idea of 
putting on the pretend-wedding. Then he'd begun to get a guilty conscience 
about using Sundae's delectable little bod for an enormous financial gain. 
And he'd always been dutiful and conscientious where his family was 
concerned. It wouldn't be the first time Julian had drained off a little 
cream from the top, but of late he'd been afraid to take the chance. And he 
knew if Sundae were not extra specially scrumptious that he'd never risk it 
again. Because there were certain parts of the business that Julian couldn't 
handle without Rex or some other good-looking stud-and just any well-hung 
male with a good-looking face wouldn't do at all. He was so deeply engrossed 
in his own thoughts that he realized he hadn't answered Sundae's question. 

"Don't tell me you're shocked, Julian," said Sundae. "I know what kind of 
films Wildwood makes." 

"Where did you find out?" he asked. 

"I wasn't born yesterday. At first, when I came to the offices, I mean, I 
was very naive. Would you believe I was so unsophisticated that I thought 
maybe I'd have to do something about as daring as run through the rain in 
the nude? But then I found out exactly the kind of f pictures you and-what 
is that man's name? The one I called and asked about the position when I saw 
it advertised in the newspaper ... oh, yes. Mr. Davitts. Rex Davitts. 
Anyway, I found out what kind of pictures you and Mr. Davitts make." 

"You were shocked, I suppose?" said Julian. 

"Yes. At first." 

"Who told you? Helen Farmdale?" 

"Your receptionist? No, Miss Farmdale didn't tell me. 

"Who, then?" Julian was getting angry. He was sure Rex had been the one to 
give the whole thing away. He remembered the way Sundae had so very often 
turned her face and the front of her body to the camera. At the time, he'd 
thought it had been nothing but a happy coincidence, but now he was almost 
positive that Rex had blown the whole ball of wax. He felt the anger growing 
deeper and decided Rex was a real turd of the first water and deserved to be 
shafted in the ass. Right then and there he made up his mind to go ahead and 
use Sundae in an incredibly shocking film ... if he could persuade her. Then 
he'd keep it to himself and not share any profits with anybody as unethical 
as to give away trade secrets. 

"I read a lot," said Sundae flatly. 

"Come on. You might as well tell me who let you know," said Julian. "It was 
R-really someone closely connected with the company. Wasn't it?" 

"I told you," Sundae said coldly. "I do a lot of reading. There are the 
underground papers, you know." 

"Mmmmm ... well, yeah. But I still think somebody told you." He was sure of 
it. Besides, the more he thought about it, the more sensible it became for 
him to go ahead and make that film of Sundae. Maybe old Rex would be in Iowa 
long enough for him to grind two or three really sizzling numbers out. Then, 
when he returned, they'd go along just as they'd planned. Complete the 
Sundae series and make a mint. It was Julian's opinion that Sundae was well 
enough broken in to be ready to accept a mini-orgy. His cock began to drip a 
little. 

The end of it was bouncing up against his jockey shorts, getting them all 
sticky. Because he knew he could incorporate himself in an orgy, and he 
couldn't wait to dip his wick in Sundae's sweet little sugar-dripping mouth. 

"Exactly what would you want me to do in a picture-if I were interested, 
that is," said Sundae carefully. 

"Oh, I'd have to get together a good script for you. I haven't given it too 
much thought," lied Julian warmly. "But it would be something you'd enjoy, 
I'm sure." 

"And money." The demure expression was still on Sundae's face, but there was 
a bright, shining, downright metallic look to her eyes. Metallic, thought 
Julian, like Fort Knox gold-type metal. "What would the pay scale be? You 
know, Julian, now that I'm married to Revel Davis, I'm hardly desperate. I 
mean, sweetie," she added with an angelic smile, "you'd have to make it 
worth my while to do something like that. Very worth my while. None of this 
hundred-dollar-a-day bit." 

"Horseshit." It was on the tip of Julian's tongue to tell her she was no 
more married to Revel Davis than he was to the Duchess of Windsor-to tell 
her Rex and Revel were one and the same, and she'd be lucky if she made a 
hundred dollars a day after they told her they were finished with her. But 
he resisted the impulse and stood up to go. Casually, he told her he'd check 
with her later. After he'd worked out a reasonably good story line and had 
something concrete to offer. "And then we'll talk about money, love," he 
said with a great big beautiful smile. When he left, he remembered to tell 
her he was sorry he'd missed meeting her husband. 

Sundae spent a restless day. After Julian Corbin left, she read for a while. 
Then she drew a bathtub full of water and took a long, luxurious bath. The 
bathwater was rose tinted and rose scented. It wasn't her favorite, but 
she'd forgotten to buy a supply of her own fragrance and it was better than 
none. Looking down at her breasts where they were just slightly rosier 
colored than usual under the water, she felt her pulse begin to beat faster 
as she remembered how wonderful it was to look down and see Rex's big hands 
covering her breasts. Lifting them in each hand out of the water, she 
continued to look at them for a long moment, allowing her imagination to 
carry her away. She wanted Rex. That was all there was to it. She wanted him 
right then. Slowly, she reached a hand down to her water-soaked pussy and 
rubbed it gently between the labia. The light brown curling hairs looked 
darker in the water, and they clung all around the edge of her hand as she 
massaged her clit. She kept up the rubbing for a while, closed her eyes and 
tried to pretend she was with Rex, that it was his hand on her wet bush. But 
it just wasn't the same, she thought with disappointment, and knew it was 
true ... she'd never be satisfied with childishly jacking herself off again. 

After she stepped out of the bathtub and toweled herself dry, she looked for 
a long moment into the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. 
It seemed a shame that nobody could see her, nobody could enjoy her warm, 
silky skin fresh from the bath. When she turned sideways, and scrutinized 
her breasts, it seemed to her they had grown bigger. Perhaps, she thought, 
it was true what people said about breast massage making them bigger. But 
then she remembered a scrawny classmate at Vassar who had tits that were 
smaller than a chubby teenaged boy's. Her name had been Lodema Hinehyzer, 
who had said she lost her cherry to a candle when she'd been three years 
old. Lodema swore she'd graduated to boys (mostly her brothers) by the time 
she was seven. At the age of twelve, she could no longer remember how many 
boys she had banged. Lodema had also said if there was anything to that old 
story about playing with tits making them bigger hers would be bigger than 
bushel baskets. 

Once she was in her bedroom, Sundae pranced around naked, enjoying the 
hundreds of reflections of naked Sundaes that gamboled around with her. She 
did a few arabesques and looked into the hundreds of Sundae tits that hung 
down so beautifully, and wondered if anybody was in the camera room through 
the mirror. She doubted it, but just in case, she thought it would be a good 
idea to play around a bit. Maybe if she found something nice and hard and 
just the right size to use, she could stop being so jittery. She wondered if 
everyone reacted to sex the way she had. Before, she'd never given it a 
thought unless she was actually with a boy and being petted. But once she'd 
found out the great rush of joy of a complete, vaginal cum, she hadn't been 
able to turn off the turned-on-for-sex feeling for very long periods of 
time. It had worked out all right up until then, because she'd had Rex with 
her. She'd known he had become rather worn, but he'd always managed to work 
himself up to a good hard-on for her, and she certainly had not had reason 
to complain, she told herself as she realized how much she missed him. She 
planned to go shopping later in the day, which would consume some of her 
time, and she remembered to write down the bath oil she usually used and a 
few other items. Then she began to search around in the room for something 
that would make a reasonable facsimile of a prick. There was nothing in the 
room. Hesitating, she stood in front of the biggest mirror in the room and 
pretended to admire her svelte body. It pleased her to think someone was in 
there with a camera, but she wanted to know for sure. The idea of ramming an 
unsatisfactory substitute up her cunt wasn't half so appealing if there was 
nobody to enjoy watching her. Or taking pictures. She threw on a filmy 
negligee and opened the door to the hall, where she raced down the carpet to 
the door next to the bedroom. When she tried the door knob, it turned under 
her hand and she went in. She knew all about the hidden entrance that led to 
the camera room from the basement, but she wasn't particularly worried about 
being caught looking into a forbidden chamber. It was disappointing to find 
nothing but the bed, bureau, dresser, chairs and various tables and lamps in 
the big room. Idly, she wondered where they hid the equipment when it wasn't 
in use. She'd already learned about the basement entrance that led directly 
to the second floor and into the bedroom where they shot pictures through 
the mirror of people unaware, but she'd wondered where the camera and 
infrared lights were kept because she figured she'd need that information in 
the future. After she'd pressed every wall that looked as if it could 
contain a hidden closet of some kind and found nothing that revealed it, she 
gave up and went back to her bedroom. 

The telephone was ringing. It was Julian. After he'd beaten around the bush 
for a few seconds, he said, "How about two hundred dollars, Sundae-for that 
little film we were discussing, that is." 

"An hour?" Her voice sounded pleased. It trilled all up and down the scales. 

"An hour!" There was a very thick silence over the wires. "A day, Sundae. 
Two hundred dollars a day." 

"You don't know how long Revel will be gone," said Sundae. "He might even be 
back tomorrow. I don't think that's quite worth my while, Julian. Besides, 
you haven't mentioned anything about what the story is." She then told him 
she was very busy and hung up after bidding him a very courteous goodbye. 

Across town in his offices, Julian Corbin swiveled around in his chair and 
looked out the window into the poisonous, sulphur-colored smog of San 
Francisco. His eyes were all glazed over. His mouth worked noiselessly. 
Finally a torrent of words came ripping out of his lips that had to do with 
greedy females, stubborn wenches and idiotic little bitches on wheels. Just 
fifteen minutes earlier, he had talked to a syndicate that was willing to 
buy, sight unseen, the film of Sundae he had in mind. He had named a 
fantastic figure and the representative had named a ridiculously low one. 
Together, they had reached a reasonable figure and Julian had become carried 
away and promised the film within five days. The representative had even 
offered him more time, but Julian, who had been bothered all his life by the 
habit of making wild promises in advance, had stated the film was already 
three fourths of the way finished, that all it needed was the final wrap-up. 

The man on the other end of the line had paused for a while, then he'd said 
very clearly, "You aren't feeding me a line of shit about this girl, are 
you? Like I'm not buying a fucking pig in a poke. Like, I'm going to see 
this strip before I pay for it. At your house, just like we always do these 
little side-deals. So you better not be feeding me a line of crap. Because 
I'm not buying any shit that has any of those satchel-assed, flabby-titted 
broads in it." 

"Our girls are the most beautiful in the fuck-film business, you 
sonofabitch," said Julian. 

"But they're the same old faces. The same old snatches. And the men are 
always the same, too. You've got a stable of decent looking girls on the 
whole, Julian, but people want to see new, fresh faces. Now you know that. 
And I'm not buying unless this cunt looks like a virgin and acts like she's 
fresh out of a convent where all the Sisters have got their mouths sewed up 
and their hands tied in back of them." 

Since those had been Julian's exact words he'd used when he'd described 
Sundae, he couldn't very well say his contact was asking for the impossible. 
He continued to stare glassy-eyed out into the San Francisco sky. "Cunt," he 
said through his teeth. "Bitch-cunt-smart-assed motherfucking CUNT!" Then he 
tried Sundae's number. It was busy. When he tried it again, the maid 
informed him that Sundae had driven off in Rex's car. 

Sundae spent a couple of hours shopping. Then she drove over to the Reverend 
Fitzgerald's house where she spent a quiet evening that included supper. She 
figured it was one way to keep out of trouble, and after all, the minister 
was one of the few people in the city that she could think of as a friend. 

When she returned to the mansion, Julian was waiting for her. He was pacing 
the floor in the Victorian living room. His mouth was shiny and a little 
spit was on his lower lip. Sundae asked him innocently if he was frothing at 
the mouth, and did he think he should have a series of rabies shots. 

"All right, what will you do it for?" Julian spread his legs apart and 
folded his arms across his chest. His attitude told Sundae that he wouldn't 
accept her first figure. 

"Do what for?" She gave him a big-eyed innocent look. 

"A fuck-flick, goddamnit," he said morosely. 

"Oh. OH! You want me to do a fuck flick!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Shit. You broads are natural-born castrators." 

"Not unless we've been pushed to the wall." 

"You walk around with cunts, but you've got balls. Brass balls. Two hundred 
an hour?" 

Sundae rubbed her hands together.-In an exact imitation of Julian Corbin, 
she said, "Beautiful, beautiful!" 

Julian wanted to start shooting right then. He told her he'd already made 
arrangements with the rest of the cast and all he had to do was make a 
telephone call or two and they'd all meet at the studio. 

"But what about the script?" 

Julian wheeled around and looked at her. Just then he realized he'd been 
had. I've been fucked over, but royal, he was thinking. Because Sundae 
obviously wasn't putting him on when she'd asked him about the script. He 
gave her a sweet, benevolent smile and explained to her, just as they went 
out the door, that it was mostly an action film that he had in mind, that 
there would be very little lines she'd have to speak. "And when I want you 
to say something, honey, I'll stop the camera and the sound track and tell 
you what to say. If you need it." 

Outside, he opened the car door for her courteously and scratched his balls 
as he went around the car. When he eased behind the wheel he was still 
smiling benevolently. He was exceedingly pleased. Because it had dawned on 
him that even with all her hard driving and bargaining, Sundae still didn't 
have the foggiest notion of what was going to be filmed. He decided he'd 
have to shoot both movies that night. Because once she found out what was 
expected of her, he knew he'd never get her to come back again. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The lights were bright. So bright that Sundae kept looking down or to one 
side. But Julian didn't say anything. She wondered, as she sat there mother 
naked, how she would do, how she looked. The set was a swimming pool, which 
had startled her. Sundae had expected a bed. An entire bedroom. Julian had 
told her to stretch out on a pale blue sun chair. The chair had a back that 
was already let down, and the footrest was up. Although the back of the 
chair wasn't so low that her head was flat, she was almost flat, which made 
her feel even more naked and exposed. All around her, she could hear 
whispers, but judging by the sounds, she didn't think there were many people 
there. It occurred to her that she didn't feel in the least bit ashamed of 
herself even though she was naked as a jay bird and knew several eyes were 
upon her. Instead, she felt excited and aroused. Even when Julian had 
flicked her nipples with his knuckles when he'd showed her how he wanted her 
to lie down in the chair, she hadn't minded. Not, that she told herself, 
there was any danger of Julian being in the film. He'd told her there would 
be a few men on camera, but for her not to worry about it. There'd be a few 
girls, too, but he wanted her, right in the beginning, to act just as she 
would have if she were on the edge of her own swimming pool in her own home. 
"Look kinda dreamy, honey," he'd said. "And look right into the water. Like 
you're thinking about a good piece of ass, maybe. Or a French vanilla ice 
cream cone. Or whatever turns you on, you get it?" 

Right after the lights were beamed in and Sundae was told that the camera 
was on, she thought about money. She wasn't sure how long she would work, 
but a little smile quirked her lips as she multiplied in her head: Two 
hundred dollars times four hours equals eight hundred dollars-and if it 
should happen to roll into eight hours, that would be sixteen hundred 
dollars, which wasn't bad considering ... and then her thoughts turned to 
justification and rationalizations: 

People fuck all the time, so I might as well make money at it. Mother won't 
be going back to work at the bank and it does cost a lot to live these days 
... of course she'd have a fit if she ever found out that I did something 
like this for money-me! The descendant of a Civil War heroine, named after 
her and all ... but then it isn't like I'm an out-and-out whore. And I'm not 
a virgin any more. Of course Rex might not like it very well if he ever 
finds out, but luckily enough for me I overheard Julian talking to the rest 
of the cast about keeping this one under covers for a while, so I bet 
anything the dirty little bastard plans to sell it on his own without 
dividing the profits with Rex or Helen Farmdale ... which reminds me that I 
have to pay her back ... only I think III keep part of the money, but 
this'll go a long way toward paying Helen back ... and Rex hasn't a leg to 
stand on anyway, doing me this way ... besides, I'm going to like it ... 
wonder what the guy will look like ... hope he's nice looking ... wonder if 
the cast has been checked out for disease, certainly would hate to catch ... 
but of course they'd never do anything like that! Wonder if I'm a 
natural-born exhibitionist, maybe if things don't work out the way I plan 
them I can get a job showing off my tits, it makes me feel hot all over to 
know people are looking at me ... can't see them, but they can see me ... 
pussy getting all twitchy just thinking about ... why doesn't something 
happen! 

Suddenly the whirring sound of the camera stopped and Julian's voice barked, 
penetrating Sundae's thoughts. "Okay, now, Sundae, you've been thinking 
about a nice big juicy cock. Remember, you're a virgin and all you've ever 
had up in your coozey is your own finger, then there's that time you spent 
in a summer camp and one of your roommates jacked you off with her finger. 
And stuck a toothbrush handle up your ass and wriggled it around. But you've 
been dying to get at some real prick! So you stretch and kind of lift up 
your tits to show them off, and look down at your nipples. Then you moan 
softly and spread your legs apart and dry hump, all the time fingering your 
tits. After a few seconds of this, I want you to reach down there and get 
ahold of your cuntlips. Spread 'em wide and close your eyes and keep on 
humping the mothering air. What I'm after is to make everybody know you're a 
cock-happy girl but you haven't got any guys around to give it to you, get 
it?" 

Sundae nodded and did as she was told. Through her long eyelashes she tried 
to peer through the glare of the lights that were blazing down on her to 
simulate the sun, excited at the idea that a male form would come into view 
before long. She hadn't been told it would be that way, but reason told her 
nobody would want to look forever at a girl dreaming about cock and wanting 
it. 

When she'd pulled her labes apart and hunched up and down a few times she 
saw a dark patch come between her and the lights and knew it was time. She 
hoped Julian would tell her what to say again when the time came, but then 
she remembered he'd done it the first time and it stood to reason that he 
would do it again. 

There was a subtle change in the lighting. It became more diffused and when 
she opened her eyes all the. way she saw a very handsome blond man with a 
mustache bending over her. Without saying a word, the blond man knelt at her 
feet and started lapping her pussy. At first it frightened Sundae. She 
thought surely he should have at least introduced himself. But then it felt 
so good, that tongue of his when it was slowly, exotically running all round 
and round on her bubbling little knob of a clit that she stopped worrying 
about it. 

"MMMMMMMMMM," she said as she eagerly scrunched her ass up off the lounge. 
At first she thought it felt a good bit like, in fact almost identical to, 
the way Rex had done it. But there was a difference. A weird difference, she 
decided as she shivered all up and down her body with delight. The young 
blond man had a tongue that felt Tike rough fur. Almost like a cat's tongue, 
she decided as she hunched harder and faster. Her breasts were sticking up 
like hard mounds of ice cream, the nipples taut and perky. Sundae closed her 
eyes and took a deep breath as she leaned back and enjoyed what was 
happening, relieved to know that nothing was going to be as bad as she'd 
imagined it would be. Why, she thought breathlessly, it's almost like being 
all alone with this guy! Except that there was an added thrill in the 
knowledge that she wasn't all alone, that several other people were watching 
the young man tongue her snatch. 

She began to shake her head from side to side and opened her mouth, her 
voice a long drawn-out wail o sound that showed her delight. "OOOOOOH 
WOOOOOOO-EEEEEE-AHHHHHH!" 

The chair overturned. 

It startled Sundae. All she could think of was that her mad thumpings and 
bumpings in an attempt to get more pussy into the young man's mouth had 
resulted in overturning the chair and ruining the film But nobody said 
anything, and oddly enough, the young man barely missed a stroke of his 
lashing tongue. 

Now Sundae's ass was on the concrete, but she didn't mind. She was rather 
relieved that the chair had spilled onto the ground like that, because now 
she could apply all her senses to the swooping swelling waves of arousal 
that were gripping her Before, she'd felt the lounge chair tilting and 
jittering around underneath her, and she'd been with Rex enough to know it 
was a lot more fun when she didn't have to worry about incidentals. She 
wrapped her legs around the blond man's shoulders anc hammer-locked him in 
there, pulling his face closer to her snatch with her feet. He struggled a 
little, so she released her grip so he could get his breath. Then a shocking 
thing happened. 

She distinctly felt a pair of hands lift her own from her breasts. At first, 
she thought it was the blond man's hands, but then she realized he'd have to 
be a contortionist, and have to have four hands. Because he already had his 
arms twined around her legs. She was slightly dazed and confused, and a part 
of her mind wondered if she wasn't supposed to say something along about 
then-at least have some kind of dialogue. But just then she felt the strange 
pair of hands squeeze her nipples. Hard. And she cried out involuntarily. 
"Who are you?" 

"Relax, baby." 

"But-" she began to protest, and got no farther, because she was suddenly 
flipped over on her belly. Not thoughtlessly, but sensuously, with several 
hands on her tingling flesh at once. A rush of words whispered close to her 
ears. She understood that someone was putting something soft under her hands 
and knees. Her first reaction was gratitude, because Ihe concrete had been 
rough when she'd felt all those hands getting her to her knees. Then her 
brain blazed in anger. OF ALL THE NERVE! She wanted to scream it, especially 
at Julian, because it was clear to even her bedazzled mind what was going 
on. All along, she realized with a pang of fear and anger, he'd planned for 
more than one man to do it to her! She opened her mouth. And yelled. "Of all 
the-" But that was as far as she got. In the back of her head she heard 
herself saying "It's very difficult to speak clearly with a prick in your 
mouth." Then, crazily, she heard her mother's voice coming at her from out 
of her childhood. "Don't talk with food in your mouth, Sundae." 

"Ulmp, mn-mn-ylmp," she said. Her voice came partially through her nose and 
partially around the giant organ that was sliding down her tongue. 

Through the glare and the noise and confusion, she heard Julian's voice 
roaring along as he repeated the same words over and over. "Beautiful, 
beautiful Beautiful, beautiful! Beautiful, beautiful!" Then h chortled and 
said, "Okay, Tom, shove it to her." 

"Ulmp," said Sundae. She shook her head madly to and fro. The prick in her 
mouth wagged from sic to side. She opened her eyes, realizing that she could 
see much better that way, and looked into a black curly bush. But by rolling 
her eyes upward, she could make out another bush. A beard. The man behind it 
appeared young, with a ruddy complexion and bright piercing brown eyes. His 
lips were very, very rec "Suck it, baby," he said softly. 

Sundae sucked. 

Something was moving around under her. She wondered what it was, and then 
she knew. She figured it was probably the man named Tom that Julian had said 
to sock it to her. A thrill washed her redly but she tried to deny it, even 
as she felt her leg spread apart and a huge cock come cramming its wya up 
against her tight little hole. Hands pressed her buttocks down, but it 
wasn't really necessary because Sundae couldn't keep from swallowing the 
prick under her all up in one swoop, right up into her squirming little, 
greedy little cunt. She ground down on it, felt it thump up against her womb 
and cried out happily as she started bouncing jubilantly up and down. When 
she opened her mouth in order to ye out her pleasure, the prick in her mouth 
slipped out almost to the hard rubbery knob, but she caught it just in time 
with the edge of her teeth and sucked it back in. 

The man with the curly black beard and the curly black pubic hair who 
belonged to the prick laughed uproariously. "That's a good girl, sweetie 
puss." Then she figured he must have turned his head to look over his 
shoulder because his voice didn't blare down right on top of her head when 
he said, "She's the greatest yet, Jule! A natural-born cocksucker!" 

A fresh wave of anger rolled over Sundae in spite of the heavenly sensation 
of the cock in her cunt and the natural feel of the one in her mouth. It was 
suddenly just too much! Spitting the big roll of cockmeat out, she raised 
her head up and looked blackbeard straight in the eyes. "You stick that back 
in my mouth again, you bastard, and I'll bite it off. I've been a nice girl 
all my life. Until now. And it isn't polite to call me a cocksucker." 

The blackbearded one tilted back his head and broke into a fresh roar of 
hilarity. "Not polite! Not polite, for Christ's sweet sake." He held his 
belly in one big paw of a hand and shook with laughter. 

Under her, a voice boomed up from somewhere around the vicinity of her 
boobs. "Come on, baby, fuck." She looked down and saw a chestnut-colored 
head of hair and a pair of dreamy looking brown eyes, wondering where the 
blond man went. Just then she found out. She felt the radiating warmth of a 
pair of legs and the familiar tickle from a bush of pubic hair as she was 
grasped from behind. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blond head of 
hair and mustache. There was no doubt in her mind what the young blond man's 
intentions were. She felt his hand on her bare bottom. Every time she 
bounced down the blond man's hand went down with her. 

Something caused her to look up and to the right and she saw the entire 
thing on something that looked to her like a little black and white TV 
screen. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH, THIS HAS TO STOP IMMEDIATELY!" She squalled and bawled, but 
she couldn't manage to stop humping up and down on the delicious cock that 
was coming closer and closer to making her gush. Even when she believed she 
was on national television she couldn't control the thrashing, churning 
motion of her hips and buttocks. Somewhere along the line it occurred to her 
that it simply couldn't be a national television hookup, so she was safe. 
She remembered reading somewhere that some motion picture companies have a 
closed-circuit television that monitors the action while it's going on, and 
she drew a breath of relief. She felt so relieved that she didn't protest at 
all when she felt the slender wand-like cock of the blond suddenly ram into 
her anus. She shrieked and jiggled, but not with fear or anger. She moved 
every part of her body, humping, thrashing, bucking, churning and jiggling. 
Her mouth was wide open and she was panting, not in the least conscious of 
the way her eyes were wide open and glittering. When Blackbeard once more 
shoved his meaty cock inside her lips she latched onto it greedily and took 
long pulls like a regular pro, she thought wildly. And tried to pretend she 
was disgusted once it dawned on her that she was fairly slurping and 
drooling over it, but when she looked at the monitor TV screen out of the 
corner of her eye she knew that she didn't appear to be disgusted about 
anything. 

There was an enormous amount of noise. People were grunting and there were 
all kinds of squishy gushy sounds. Somewhere a steady rhythm kept 
pound-pound-pounding, slapping, pounding, and Sundae realized it was a pair 
of balls that kept swinging against the back of someone's legs. Hers, maybe. 
There were panting sounds, wheezing sounds, and a steady, 'yeah, yeah, 
yeah,' coming from somewhere close to her head. Blackbeard, she supposed. 
And there were other cries, other moans, and now and then an hysterical yell 
and a few giggles. Suddenly a loud voice cut through everything. "CUT! CUT, 
DAMNIT! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" 

Everything stopped. 

Everything! 

The prick in Sundae's mouth slipped silently out. 

The one in her ass was yanked out unceremoniously. 

The one in her pussy was pulled to one side and she was left there all 
alone, still rocking up and down, bumping her ass backwards, and even her 
lips continued to suck at empty air for a few seconds before she realized 
all the action had stopped. She blinked her eyes and looked around. For a 
mind-blowing split second she was reminded of being on a merry-go-round as a 
child and having the music stop, then the merry-go-round. It kept on turning 
for a little while because of the momentum, but all the fun was suddenly 
ripped away. 

Julian came forward, a dark shadow against the glare of the lights. He was 
waving his arms around in the air and stamping his little feet and that 
fleck of spittle Sundae had noticed on his lips before was there again. He 
was chewing a cigar and it was tilting up against the corner of his lips 
while he bawled like a maddened bull, somehow, and at the same time clamped 
down on the cigar in the side of his mouth. "YOU FUCKERS! I TOLD YOU IT WAS 
TO BE A SURPRISE, IT WAS TO BE A GODDAMN ORGY, AND NONE OF THE REST OF YOU 
CHICKS EVEN GOT INTO THE ACTION, AND SUNDAE, YOU BEHAVED LIKE A LITTLE KID 
TURNED LOOSE IN A CANDY STORE, JESUS CHRIST!" 

"You didn't tell me what to do," said Sundae weakly. 

"Well, you ought to act like you don't want to have all those cocks stuck in 
you. What the hell are you, a goddamn glutton?" 

"I guess so," she said, ashamed. 

"All right, now, we'll start all over. Remember, this is to be an orgy! 
You've got to start out slow. Feel her up, milk her clit, suck her tits, 
fingerfuck her, anything at all, only don't jump on her like she was a 
goddamn fucking machine, first crack out of the box." 

The scene was set again with Sundae in the lounging chair, dreaming off into 
space. She tried very hard to look sexy and sweet and yearning. Julian 
didn't say anything and the lights stayed on and the camera kept rolling so 
she supposed she was doing all right. But this time when she looked into the 
blue water of the swimming pool, all she could think of was the desire to 
have all those pricks again. 

The pace was slower the second time around, and still Julian didn't say 
anything, so she supposed everything was going all right. There were a lot 
more men and women on the set and on two separate occasions Sundae knew with 
a shock that her nipples were being sucked by a female pair of lips. When a 
girl stuck her big yeasty boobs up in her face and whispered to her to suck, 
she did so, but she didn't like the taste of girl-titty very well. There was 
distant music, erotic and soft. As time went on the lights were dimmed and 
the pool was lit somehow to reflect stars. Sundae lost count of all the 
times she had howled and quaked her way through orgasms. She was getting 
weak, but she didn't want to stop. Not as long as there was action, and 
there seemed to be plenty of it left on the set. Sometimes she had a strange 
feeling that she'd gone through several different people, then other times 
she'd see a familiar face or set of boobs or asshole or prick and decide she 
was probably wrong. 

The entire thing came to a convulsing end after a train of sorts was formed 
and everyone crawled around on the concrete, in and out of everything that 
could conceivably be utilized to push anything into or out of. At one point 
Sundae had her finger rammed up a pert little ass while her own was being 
sawed into and out of by a gigantic prick and somebody was tugging at her 
left breast with sweet, gentle motions. She looked down, wondering who, out 
of all those insatiable fuckhappy people, would be so gentle and so sweet. 
It was Julian. His wig had fallen off and was being ground under a man's 
knee. His teeth had come out and were harmlessly resting on top of a 
writhing back, both uppers and lowers. Every time the girl pumped up, 
Julian's teeth jumped a little on her back, but Sundae noted that they 
settled down and clung to her back as if they were alive when the girl 
stroked down against the prick that was under her. 

The train kept going on and on and on, and they were nearing the water's 
edge. Somebody rolled several cans of Crisco onto the concrete. The cans 
thumped and bumped against naked bodies, and the Crisco was partially melted 
because of the heat of the lights. Several different hands dipped into the 
greasy mass and suddenly hands were everywhere, slathering the Crisco all 
over every conceivable surface that moved. 

Slowly, the writhing, bumping, sucking, fucking, blowing mass of human 
flesh, mostly greasy and slick and shining, now, reached the edge of the 
pool. Sundae felt herself going down and down and down. She panicked and 
tried to tread water. But a set of legs was in front of her and another set 
was in back of her, and she was sandwiched in between, pinned and pierced by 
two pricks, one in the front and one in the back. If she hadn't been under 
water, she'd have gasped with relief when the triple decker sandwich with 
Sundae in the middle floated to the top. She drew a great breath of air in 
when they surfaced, then screamed out one last frenzied wail of release as 
she felt the gush that had been building and building, even as she spilled 
over the ledge, pulsate through her body. 

The lights went out. 

Sundae wasn't the only one who wearily climbed out of the water and fell 
flat on the poolside. She closed her eyes and rested, trembling with 
fatigue. The last thing she thought before sleep overtook her was: I bet I 
won't want to fuck again for weeks and weeks and weeks! 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

When Sundae awakened, she was stiff and sore and chilly. She sat up, winced 
at the slightest movement and looked around, wondering where everyone had 
gone. When she stood up, she ached all over. The water looked good, so she 
plunged in, swam back and forth across the pool a few times and felt 
refreshed. When she got out, dripping, she found several damp bath towels 
and used one to dry herself off. Then she heard people talking and looked 
around at several doors, wondering which one would take her to a place where 
she could get something to eat. She was famished. 

The second door she tried was the right one. It led down a corridor and the 
sound of voices was louder. She even heard the welcome clink of china and 
knew she wasn't the only one around who was hungry. She was still wrapped in 
the towel she had dried herself with, but when she saw that everyone else 
was naked, she dropped it on a table and went to the bar where everyone was 
sitting around eating sandwiches and drinking coffee or mixed drinks. A 
clock in back of the bar said it was six o'clock. For a second, she wondered 
if it was morning or night, but she didn't think she would have remained all 
through what had remained of the night and the whole day stretched out on 
the concrete poolside. Now that she was revived from the quick dip in the 
pool and had a cup of coffee and a couple of sandwiches in her hand, she 
felt much better. 

Julian was sitting at the end of the bar, his wig back on and his teeth in 
place. "Hello, doll. About time you woke up and greeted the sun. I thought 
you needed the rest, otherwise, I'd have woke you up." He waved an arm in 
the air and added in between hurried bites from a hamburger, "The rest of 
this gang is leaving. As soon as you've done something with your hair and 
put on some make-up, we'll get right into the serious flick." 

"I hope it isn't anything like that last one," said Sundae. 

"You did great, baby," said Julian, "the second time. Sometimes it takes a 
little while to get started in the right direction. But coming on slow like 
that worked beautifully. It was that wham-bam action on the first take that 
screwed it." 

"I didn't know," said Sundae defensively. "After all, you didn't tell me 
what you wanted me to do." 

"Bring your sandwiches and stuff into the other room. This next deal needs a 
little serious thought applied to it." 

"I think I ought to call home. See if Revel is back yet." 

"I already did it," said Julian. "He's still out of town. I just talked to 
him." 

Which accounted, Sundae decided, for the jaunty way Julian was behaving. She 
went with him into a little room where there wasn't much of anything but 
what appeared to be sound equipment and a few chairs. She sat down in one 
and Julian drew another one up close and faced her. The room was in 
semi-darkness. He finished his drink before he spoke, and when he did, his 
voice was weird. Like an amplified whisper, she thought. "This thing-like I 
said, it's on the serious side. It's the Garden of Eden theme." 

"Garden of Eden?" 

"Yeah. You know. Adam and Eve and the snake." 

Sundae decided she wasn't going to like it. Especially the part about the 
snake. "Listen, if you think I'm going to fuck a snake, you're really 
crazy." 

"Snake, schmake! It's only a symbol. What you're going to fuck is a man. But 
then, you've got to eat the apple." 

"What kind of apple did you have in mind?" Sundae still had her mind on 
snakes and she wasn't going to suck or fuck one of those. 

"Eating's only a symbol, too, baby. This is going to be a highly stylized 
thing. With birds fluttering around. White ones." 

"And bird shit." 

"No, hell no. Quit worrying! You'll enjoy it. It's serious acting. Maybe 
some big-shot talent scout will see you in this film and who knows? You 
might be rich and famous overnight." Julian suddenly remembered about the 
man Sundae was supposed to be married to and snapped his fingers. "I keep 
forgetting you're married into the Davis family. But you could be famous. 
You wouldn't mind that, would you?" 

"No. But I'm not going to fuck any snake." 

"Just leave it to me, baby. Don't worry about a thing. Now here's what you 
do. Go down that hall there and you'll find a door marked MAKE-UP STUDIO. 
But put this robe on. Can't have you getting all worn out, and the make-up 
and hair stylist isn't a fag." 

An hour and a half later, Sundae walked sedately down the hall and onto 
another set. Palm trees sat around in pots, and artificial green grass was 
lush on the floor. A few lifelike animals were here and there among the 
palms. In back of it all was an artificial woods. 

"What you do, doll, is you just sit on the grass. Adam will be along in a 
second. This doesn't have any dialogue. Like I said before. Symbolism." 

Sundae sat on the grass under the shadow of a potted palm. She felt stupid. 
When she looked up and saw a tall blond man with a silky blond beard and the 
most handsome face she had ever seen, blazing blue eyes, rippling pectoral 
muscles, slender hips and a ten-inch cock at least, she didn't feel stupid 
any more. Something down inside of her leaped into life and her blood 
started pumping madly through her veins. Adam smiled at her as he sat down 
at her side. She smiled back at him. Background music started up-soft, 
tender and lovely. A lump came into Sundae's throat as she stroked the 
ten-inch cock. Everything was just so beautiful, she thought breathlessly. 

Birds twittered overhead. She looked up and saw that they were real birds. 
White ones, just as Julian had said. One settled on her shoulder and she 
shivered ecstatically. Adam drew little circles around her nipples with the 
tip of his finger. He kissed her. The music swelled and throbbed. They 
didn't remain sitting very long. It seemed natural to he down and make 
beautiful love to this beautiful man with the blazing blue eyes and the 
blazing pink cock. They didn't say a word to one another. They just fucked. 

For a long time, without any feeling of urgency. Sundae realized that she 
hadn't been really all dried out when she'd dragged herself up from the 
pool, after all. But considering all that frenzied fucking she'd done, she 
decided it was no wonder that there was no sense of urgency in the long, 
slow-stroking, easy-riding, dreamy way they pumped up and down. After a 
while Sundae realized they were stroking in time with the music. When it 
increased tempo, so did their thrusts. It was beautiful. It was fun. 

She didn't even think about her mother and wonder what her mother would say 
if she knew what Sundae was doing. 

She didn't even think of Rex Davitts. 

Instead, she applied all her thoughts and emotions to the act of fucking, 
and came to the conclusion that she liked it better with the man on top. 
When the music reached a fever pitch of tempo, so did Sundae and the man she 
thought of as Adam. The climax that raced through her body and drenched Adam 
in hot sticky cum was long and satisfying, just as his final strokes were 
hard and fast and satisfying, and when his seminal fluid came spewing out it 
happened just as she'd known it would. Right when she was at the peak of her 
gush. 

For a long moment, they continued to lie in one another's arms, enraptured. 
The music turned into a soft riffle, then there was silence, and thunder 
began to roll in the distance. Both Sundae and the blond Adam looked up. The 
sky was darkening. A streak of lightning forked overhead. The stuffed 
animals were somehow moved into the foliage and only Adam and Eve were alone 
on the grass, huddling together. In front of them, a light rain began to 
fall. Adam and Eve huddled closer together. Sundae knew that the film would 
show them being rained on, but they weren't actually. She wondered what was 
going to happen next. Although she thought the setting was rather corny, she 
was quite surprised to find that Julian had so much imagination. She didn't 
have long to wait and wonder what was coming next. 

The light became dimmer and dimmer, and the only sound was the steady patter 
of rain. Out of the thicket of palm trees, a black ram appeared. In his 
teeth was a branch with leaves on it, and at the very end wobbled one 
shining golden apple. The thunder roared again and Adam stood up, dashed 
across the bright green grass to the black ram and led him forward. He 
smiled at Sundae. Sundae didn't smile back. Distinctly, she said, "So that's 
it." Then she shrugged. And added, "Well, at least it isn't a snake." 

Adam led the goat to where Sundae rec-lined on the bright artificial green 
grass. In his right hand he carried a round object that looked like a tree 
stump. When he came closer, Sundae could see that it was made of some 
lightweight plastic substance, but it certainly did look very much like a 
stump, except the round ends were both even. She kept her eyes on the stump, 
knowing full well that it was because she didn't really want to look at the 
ram. Especially the ram's horns, which looked cruel and vicious and ready to 
impale her. 

Adam set the stump down. He gave her his beatific smile. "Get on it." 

"Those horns," said Sundae in a trembling voice. 

"Don't worry about them. The ram has been dehorned. What you see there are 
made of rubber. They'll look realistic enough on the screen, though. 
Anyway," his smile grew even more beatific, "this ram hasn't got his mind on 
butting you with his horns. He's got his mind on his cock." 

Sundae didn't believe it. Not for one moment. But there she was, already 
making motions toward getting herself on the round log, belly down, ass in 
the air. And there the Adam was, blond and smiling and angelic looking, 
leading the goat by a small leather leash. And there the ram was, looking at 
her out of his oddly human-like eyes. His black nostrils twitched. There was 
an inner excitement in her and she knew herself in that moment for what she 
was. A few weeks ago she would have denied that she was trembling with 
anticipation. But she didn't deny that her mind was racing ahead, that she 
was anxious for the act, her pussy working excitedly at the idea. 

She sniffed the air. "I thought they smelled terrible." 

Adam shook his head. "Not when they've had the proper .care." He patted the 
animal's sleek black flanks. "Oscar here, he's had lots of baths." 

"But how does he know what to do? I mean," she said just before she 
positioned herself across the log, "how does he know what's expected of 
him?" 

"He knows. Goats are smart. I'm his trainer, and I know how intelligent he 
is. You've surely heard of men fucking sheep, haven't you?" 

"Yes, but I-he's a he-goat. A ram. I didn't know they'd fuck a woman." 

"They'll fuck anything if they're trained properly. Hold still, now." 

Sundae held very still. Waves of excitement mingled with the lesser waves of 
fear. In her mind she thought shakily: Soon that goat will put his heavy 
prick inside of me. Will he piston real fast or will he slam it home and 
keep it in there? Will I have to fuck him without any action from the 
goat-will he leave his long, dark, pink, shining prick inside me and force 
me to do all the humping, or will he ram in and out of me like a man? 

She didn't have long to wait. Her hands curled around both sides of the edge 
of the plastic material that looked like a tree stump. Something in her 
stomach revolted for a second at the very obscenity of participating in such 
an act, but the moment was short. Her hands clamped harder around the edge 
of the plastic stump she was holding as she felt the touch of Adam's hands 
on her buttocks, gently spreading the cheeks apart. The temptation to run 
screaming from the bizarre act was strong; but there was a kind of 
ambivalence in her thoughts, for equally strong was the desire to remain 
where she was, to find out how it really felt to be fucked by a goat. She 
knew all she had to do was roll off the log and refuse to take part in such 
a grotesque experience. But she was aware that she didn't really want to 
refuse-otherwise, she acknowledged, as she remained very, very still, she 
would flee. 

A moment later she wished she had taken the opportunity to get away. She 
felt the hairy legs of the goat as he was positioned in back of her, then a 
distinct hard coldness as the goat's front hooves came down against her 
back. She shuddered. "No, I don't want to!" she shrilled. 

But it was too late. The hairy coarseness of his hind legs flattened against 
the backs of her legs and the pulling-apart pressure of the blond man's 
hands was stronger-and suddenly the ram's prick was a hard, long spur that 
was sinking into the softly furled outer edges of her vagina. The hooves at 
her back pressed down harder and the goat's prick was rammed in without 
further ceremony. 

"Hump, Sundae," said Adam's voice in her ear. 

She tried to hump, but found it difficult. The goat was heavy and his own 
action was furious. She had an idea that his back end was jerking back and 
forth like a jackhammer, because she certainly felt the way she thought a 
pavement would feel under the thrusts of a jackhammer. Except that there was 
pleasure! Extreme pleasure. The inner lining of her vagina sucked and 
contracted, pulling more and more of the ram's rod inside of her, and within 
moments she found she was able to fuse her own bucking rhythm with his. 

White heat shimmered all around her and she grew weak under the arms and 
along her spine, but she kept on hammering backwards and forwards, bumping 
her pubic mound against the warm plastic that the slump was made of. Her 
clitoris began to froth and each time the ram battered her downward her clit 
sucked and gobbled at the plastic, which had come equipped with several hard 
rubber knobs. Her clit rode furiously back and forth against one of the hard 
rubber knobs and the goat continued to batter in and out of her cunt and 
soon Sundae was screaming, screaming, her voice a shrill, whistling, keening 
sound of abandoned pleasure. 

"I'm cumming-ahhhhhhhhhh!" The hot, sticky joy juice ebbed and flowed 
through her system, but the ram just kept on pistoning and riding her. She 
hunched herself upwards and felt the tree trunk under her roll forward a 
little, but the ram's paws slipped up around her shoulders and dragged her 
backwards as he kept on humping furiously back and forth, banging into 
Sundae's cunt with deep, penetrating thrusts. It went on and on and on and 
on. At last, she bleated weakly and rocked into a second consuming orgasm, 
her entire body pulsating as she screamed, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH-MMMMMMAHHHHHHHH. 
CUMMING, CUMMING AGAINNNNNNNNNN-AHHHHHHHHHH!" She felt the hard scalding jet 
stream of the ram's rolling cum as it filled her to the overflow, and she 
was just barely able to wriggle her ass and accept it. Her arms dangled 
lifelessly down on either side of the log and her breath was coming in long, 
jagged chuffs. She thought it was all over, but it wasn't. To her horror, 
she felt the animal's rod swelling and swelling. There was a big round knob 
that felt like it was going to keep on swelling up inside of her until she 
burst. Alarm made her jiggle her. body and kick her legs in an attempt to 
get away from the ram, but there was no way possible for her to disengage. 
Not with those hooves on both sides of her shoulders holding her firm. By 
moving her head sideways and looking downward over her right shoulder 
through narrow eyes, she saw that the ram's hooves were encased in something 
like mittens, and she was thankful for somebody's thoughtfulness. Otherwise, 
she was sure the hooves would have left her back and shoulders badly 
scarred. The swelling on the inside of her cunt finally stopped, the goat 
made a snorting sound and his cock went down. At last, after what had seemed 
an eternity, the animal reared backwards and jumped off. 

An hour later, Sundae was stepping out of a long, leisurely bath in the 
mansion. She looked at herself in the mirror, halfway expecting her body to 
show that it had been ravished by a ram. She smiled grimly, mirthlessly, and 
remembered the way Julian had laughed when she'd said she had been glad the 
goat had been dehorned. "The trainer just told you that, kid. To make you 
less afraid." But he had paid her, and she looked at the pile of money that 
was in a neat mound on the dressing room table in the bedroom. She decided 
she wouldn't do it again, but she was glad she'd done it. 

The telephone rang. It was Rex. He said he would be home within seven hours. 
It rang again, almost instantly after she hung up. Glen Stokes' voice was 
pleasant in her ear. "Sundae, I've found your mother. She's willing to come 
home, but she feels terrible. Guilty. You know. But I've checked with the 
bank and they aren't going to press charges against her since you've already 
sent the money. But now I'm worried about you. So's your mother. How in the 
world were you able to come up with money like that?" 

"Borrowed it, Glen," answered Sundae as she tried to push back the mental 
picture that came instantly into her mind complete with Helen Farmdale and 
her dildo equipment. "But I have a good job, so I'll be able to pay it all 
back before too terribly long." 

"It must be one hell of a good job," answered Glen skeptically. 

"Don't worry about a thing, Glen," said Sundae cheerily. "Everything with me 
is fine." 

When she hung up, Sundae looked at herself in the mirror again. She realized 
she had changed considerably, but didn't think it was a bad change. Turning 
away from the mirror, she began to lay out her clothes. She was tired of the 
masquerade with Rex. There were some things she had to do, but she made up 
her mind to bring things to a head on that score as soon as he arrived home. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Sundae drove over to the airport in Rex's car to meet his plane. After the 
orgy, then the sexual scene with the blond man whose name she still didn't 
know but thought of as 'Adam,' then the bout with the goat, she'd come home 
from her errand and gone directly to bed after dinner. She'd slept 
wonderfully, and even when she awakened, it wasn't with the usual ache in 
her breasts and the swollen, yearning feeling in her pussy. She wasn't 
kidding herself any, though. Now that she'd been turned on, she knew that 
the moment she saw Rex she would want him. 

She saw him step down from the plane and scan the crowd with his eyes. At 
first he didn't see her, but when he did, he broke into a big smile. The 
good, hot, awakening sensation rolled over Sundae immediately and she hoped 
the cream in the crotch of her panties didn't drip down to her ankles. When 
Rex finally reached her and took her in his arms, she kissed him, said she'd 
missed him, then laughed a little shyly and added, "Rex, you know, I think 
maybe I'm oversexed." 

If he noticed that she'd used his real name instead of 'Revel Davis,' he 
didn't change expression. Instead, he hustled her into the air terminal 
where he claimed his luggage, then hurried out to the car. 

"I've missed you, Rex," she said clearly when they were settled in the car. 

"I've missed you, too, Sundae." She glanced at his face. Since he was 
driving, all she could see was the right side of it, but if he noticed she 
was calling him by his right name, he still wasn't showing it. She scooted 
over in the seat and thrilled at the touch of his hand when he put it on her 
upper thigh. The electric-like charges rippled through her when his fingers 
found and caressed the crotch of her panties, then shoved them aside and 
thrust a finger against her flaming clit. Leaning across his lap, she 
unzipped his pants and drew out his cock, then pumped it up and down in time 
with the finger he had in her slit where it was raking in and out of her 
fluttering cunt. "And I've missed this more than anything," she said softly 
as she looked at it and adored it silently. But then the little devil within 
her caused her to chuckle down deep in her throat. "Not that I haven't had a 
few substitutes." 

He glanced at her. "Really?" 

She looked up and met his surprised eyes, giving him a pixie grin. "Uh-huh. 
About seventeen or eighteen people, mostly men. I didn't really groove on 
the women, but it was okay, I guess, if you've got a taste for pussy. Then 
there was a man. A beautiful man, Rex. And a goat. A ram, I guess, is the 
proper name to call it." 

"Jesus." Rex kept on driving. Fast. But carefully. Her hands were warm and 
sweet on his cock. He had noticed the use of his name, but he'd decided to 
play things cool and wait. She seemed loving enough, but during his absence 
he was sure several things had happened and he had always been one to 
wait-to hesitate before leaping. For a second he thought with satisfaction 
of his brother, who was once again at home and taking his medicine, and of 
his mother, who had been happy to see him and glad he'd come. She hadn't 
wanted to see him leave so soon, but she'd understood that business was 
pressing. After he drove up into the driveway of the mansion and stopped, he 
took his suitcase from the car and walked up the stairs of the front porch 
with Sundae, wondering exactly what had happened during his absence. He'd 
spent a good bit of time worrying about her reaction when she finally found 
out who he really was, but she seemed to be accepting it all right. Maybe, 
he thought with a careless grin, he was just lucky. After all, he reminded 
himself, there were all sorts of things she could do-all of them sticky and 
worrisome. 

Once they were inside the bedroom, he sat down in a chair and looked at her. 
She fluttered around, went to the two-way mirror and took off her blouse. 
"They're over there, Rex. We might as well make everything pay." 

"Ummmmm," he said. It was about as noncommittal as he could get. 

"I've known, of course," she went on as she skinned out of her pants. "All 
along." 

"That's nice," he said, wondering if it really was, or if all hell was going 
to break loose. 

"And I don't really mind. I mean, I've rather liked the idea of someone 
taking pictures of us while we were fucking." She smiled at him, then raised 
up and down on her toes, which caused her fantastic tits to jiggle, Rex 
noted with pleasure. 

"But just because you aren't really Revel Davis doesn't mean that we aren't 
married. I guess you know that, don't you?" 

So that's it, Rex thought. Well, I don't know how she figures, but-He still 
didn't say anything, but it wasn't really necessary, because Sundae was 
unbuttoning his shirt. Naked, she perched on his lap, only to get off of it 
long enough to unzip his fly again after he'd zipped it when he got out of 
the car. Then she tugged at his trousers and he raised up, let her pull them 
off. His cock stood up at attention and she smiled at it, bent down and 
kissed the tip of it, then fondled it lovingly before she straddled his lap 
on the chair. 

Her eyes were on a level with his as she slid down his pole with a 
clutching, sucking motion of her tight little hole. She repeated what she'd 
said before. "I said, Rex, I guess you know that we're really married, don't 
you?" 

Rex shook his head. 

"Because a contract is a contract," she informed him. "And it doesn't really 
matter what name you used when you got the license. And we were married by a 
real minister, not the actor that Helen and Julian had arranged for. I took 
care of that! And the marriage has certainly been consummated." She broke 
into a big, loving smile and hunched seductively around in ever-smaller 
circles. Her snatch was tight up against his rooted mass, grinding back and 
forth and round and round against his pubic hairs. And she kept on talking, 
only taking time out now and then to moan with pleasure. "And there's also 
the fact-mmmmmm-that we have a lot of proof that the marriage was 
consummated, Rex. In case you didn't know, darling, to consummate a marriage 
means to fuck one another." 

"Yeah.. I-ahhhh, Jesus! That feels wonderful. I've-heard that's what the 
word means." Rex was still playing it cool, saying no more than was 
necessary. 

"And even though you used a fake name, the minister didn't ask if you, Revel 
Davis took this woman in holy matrimony, Rex. He just said 'Do you take this 
woman ... ' without mentioning any names at all." 

Rex was enchanted with her boobs. Because as she was bouncing up and down on 
his lap, sucking his greedy cock all up inside her, then releasing it, they 
kept jiggling. He bent his head forward and wrapped his hungry lips around 
one, but his brain was still working. She's full of shit. A contract is void 
unless it has the right name of both parties involved on it. I can get out 
of this-if I want to-but.... 

"At first, I was going to hold you to it, Rex," she said a little 
breathlessly because of the pleasure that was coursing up and down her body. 
"But then I decided I wouldn't. So any time you want out of it, just say so. 
Okay?" 

Rex nodded his head. Since her nipple was in his mouth, her breast wagged up 
and down, too. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to think 
clearly. But he did hear her say clearly, and distinctly, "Rex, I want to 
tell you something. I'd much rather fuck you than any old goat." 


THE END
