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Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.
From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.
"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy explanations.
"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's make-up man. "Lynn's going to stand in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with Kelly."
"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise. Kelly Agard was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his mouth.
The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!
"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.
"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."
"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming down here tonight."
This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused by the minute. A good body--which Kelly certainly did have--was obviously important for an actress but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should Phil have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an extra for a television film? It didn't make any sense.
"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Lynn Langley. "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene, and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know what I mean."
Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house. Maybe a quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary. Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and make-up to give her skin some color under the bright lights on the set.
"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Lynn's direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute. And better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."
"What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.
"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."
Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.
"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"
"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!
Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.
"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's have another drink."
Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.
"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you. Wanna stand up?"
Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.
"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."
Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.
"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."
"But they're not going to see you... your breasts, surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.
"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."
Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!
"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in peace.
"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."
Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair- covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.
"Kelly! I can't... I mean I couldn't possibly..." she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.
"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."
"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"
"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was, anyway?"
"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view. The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before, were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off- camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.
"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff, scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.
"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful, right? Okay, as soon as Kelly gets her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink from that tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember? After that you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell is the fucking slave girl?"
"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.
"She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"
"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't in a position to protest, got it? But that don't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"
This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video- tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her past and thus destroy her marriage.
No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse than being in a bikini... well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.
But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.
"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your entrance!"
Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles, and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras. After all, what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.
Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid.
The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Lynn noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into her mind. But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV, what was it for? Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too expensive to be done for his private amusement.
But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal. This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.
"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."
Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, Lynn had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But the queen was still not satisfied.
"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"
No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head. This can't be true, but the slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!
Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so unexpectedly revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the scene. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!
And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the 'slave' was not going to be able to remain unamused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.
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