"Cool it, Lenny, I'm way ahead of you," replied the television producer soothingly. "Of course it won't really be simulated, but by the time that dumb broad finds out what the score is, it'll be too late for her to do anything about it. Okay, now let's review the scene. How do you see it shaping up?"
The director still seemed to have his doubts, but Agard was the boss, so he controlled his irritation and outlined the scene as he envisioned it.
"Okay, we decided this was gonna be a sequel to the last film, right? Kelly and her slave boy have just finished fucking, but the queen really wants to humiliate Rick, so she decides to have his little slave girlfriend raped right in front of him, and if he protests, she'll have his balls chopped off, so he has to stand there and take it. She calls two other slaves, and they come in and work Lynn over and that's it."
"Good, now as you see, Lynn's role in this film is that of an unwilling victim who doesn't want all this to happen to her. So her natural reaction when she discovers that she's going to be raped will be perfect for the scene we're trying to create. The more she screams and protests, the more realistic it'll seem on tape. Get it?"
A look of grudging admiration came into the director's eyes as he realized the cleverness of Agard's scheme.
"Boss, sometimes I gotta hand it to you," he admitted reluctantly. "What did you tell the broad, just so we can keep our stories straight?"
"I just explained that we were going to pick up where the other scene leaves off," answered Phil easily. "And when the queen orders the other two slaves to go to work on her, they're going to climb on top and pretend to rape her."
"She didn't object to appearing naked?" wondered Lenny.
"She probably would, but she doesn't know that's going to be involved," Agard laughed cruelly. "She thinks she's going to be able to keep her little slave girl costume on for the whole bit."
"Boy, has she got some surprises ahead of her," chuckled Lenny sadistically. "Sure hope she doesn't run to the police afterwards."
"Not a chance," the producer assured him. "I've got her blackmailed about six ways by now. Let's get going!"
"Honestly, honey, there's nothing to it!" Kelly Agard was explaining to the nervous young woman as the two of them entered their dressing room where Jon awaited them in his usual nasty mood. "Here, let me freshen your drink."
Lynn nodded dumbly and decided that getting a little bit tight was probably the best strategy for getting through this terrible experience in one piece.
"After all," Kelly continued, a convincing soothing tone in her voice. "You don't have to do what I did, and you won't even be asked to take off your clothing. It's practically no different from appearing in a regular film."
"As soon as you've finished with your pep talk, can we get this make-up on?" wondered Jon acidly, impatient as always. "You, get your clothes off!"
"I thought I didn't have to!" protested Lynn already fearing that she had been deceived.
"You don't baby," explained the technician with irritation in his voice. "You wear the same costume you had the last time. But the camera's going to be on you this time, and it's important that we get the body make-up on you right. Come on, get naked, will ya? We ain't got all night!"
Deciding that it was useless to argue anymore, Lynn shyly turned her back on the make-up man and began nervously getting undressed throwing her garments one by one over the back of a chair while Kelly Agard watched her with an amused smile. She stopped when she was clad merely in a pair of white nylon panties and her brassiere, glancing furtively at Jon to see if this would satisfy him.
"Come on, baby, this isn't a girl scout camp," objected the impatient make-up man. "Do you plan on cooperating or not?"
Numbly nodding, the unhappy girl reached behind her and removed her brassiere, freeing the ripely sensuous mounds of her breasts from their confinement. If the sight of her lust-inciting brown nipples swollen a little from the excitement of the occasion, made any impression on Jon, he gave no sign of it; instead, he went busily to work with a tube of body make-up which he expertly began spreading over her smooth white skin. First, he worked it into her back and thighs, yanking down her nylon panties with the impatience of a doctor while he ran his hands lightly over the soft twin globes of her warm, nakedly quivering buttocks. At last, the make-up man rose again to his feet and stepped around in front of her to apply the ointment to her lush young breasts and stomach.
"I can't see why you bother putting it on places which won't show!" she protested a little petulantly, but Jon merely grunted non-committally in response and Kelly giggled. Lynn jerked a little as he took each gently swelling breast in his hard hand and briskly covered the soft yielding flesh with make-up before darkening each tiny tingling nipple with a special pencil. Lynn knew that her face was burning with embarrassment, but every time she opened her mouth in the presence of this man, he snapped at her, so this time she wisely decided to remain silent.
Her stomach jerked in and out nervously as he dropped once more to his knees and began spreading the make-up cream on to the surface of her stomach.
"A little too hairy down here," he commented suddenly. "Kelly, pass me those scissors, will you?"
Lynn thought for a moment that this was one of his crude jokes but when the older woman obediently passed him a pair of scissors, she realized with a shock that he fully intended to trim away some of her pubic hair.
"No… listen," she began.
"Shut up and hold still," he retorted. "One wiggle too many and I might cut off something serious!"
Deciding that never in her entire life had she been quite so humiliated, Lynn did as she was told, staring straight ahead of her and listening to the clip-clip of the scissors as Jon trimmed away a few offending locks of curly brown pubic hair.
"Okay, now get into your monkey suit," he commanded as soon as he finished, rising once again to his feet and looking at her critically. "Lenny wants the two of you on set as soon as possible."
A few minutes later dressed in her skimpy slave girl costume, Lynn walked timidly out to where the technicians were busily setting up their television cameras. Before leaving the sanctuary of their dressing room, Lynn had considered wrapping herself up in a bath towel as she had done for her first appearance on the set, but for some reason tonight she felt less embarrassed about being so lightly dressed in front of all these people.
"Have you met Rich and Jay?" Kelly asked suddenly, catching her by the elbow. Lynn looked up to find herself confronted with two tall burly men who looked like professional wrestlers, both of them dressed in the same kind of slave costume which Rick wore. They were both mean looking customers, but they grinned at her agreeably enough while introductions were being made and hands were being shaken.
"How do you do?" quivered Lynn nervously, feeling herself dwarfed by these two monsters and wondering if she was expected to 'simulate' a love scene with one of them.
"Man, this is gonna be a treat!" proclaimed the man named Rich boldly studying the smoothly-rounded contours of her ripe well developed body without even taking the trouble to hide his lustful gaze. "Where's Phil been hiding you, baby?"
"Well, I normally don't do this kind of… of thing?" she began to explain with an unhappy stammer, but the other man, Jay cut her off with a harsh laugh.
"Why does every skin-flick actress have to say the same damn thing?" he wondered sarcastically. "Sure, honey, we'll believe you were a virgin until the day before yesterday if you want us to! Just make sure you put some life into those screwing scenes. Anything I can't stand is a cold fish while I'm working in front of the camera."
"Of course," Lynn found herself replying, making a timid attempt to appear sophisticated, but wanting to remind everyone that the scenes they were going to do were supposed to be pretending, not the real thing. "But I've never had to simulate a love scene before, and nobody's yet told me what I'm supposed to do."