She held the garment up in front of her and turned her attention again to the mirror. It was nothing! Phil had undoubtedly paid a fortune for this dress, and there was hardly enough material in it to make a decent sized handkerchief. And he had firmly ordered her to wear nothing under it but the tiniest pair of panties she could find and absolutely no brassiere. Why didn't he simply tell her to come naked and be done with it!
Lynn was feeling unusually depressed and irritable as she climbed into the skimpy flimsy garment, resolving that if anyone so much as looked at her cross-eyed tonight, she was going to give them a piece of her mind. For a twenty-five year old housewife, it seemed to her that she had an unusual number of problems to worry about. First, of course, there was this whole business with Agard and his gang of filthy pornographers. Except for asking her to attend this party tonight, they had said nothing about the future, but Lynn knew that Phil Agard had other plans for her, and that every time she took part in one of his lewd undertakings, she was wrapping herself ever more securely in his web of sin. If he chose to use the video-tape they had just made as blackmail against her, what could she do?
But aside from that, she was worried about her relationship with her husband. Matt had come home from his last trip just the same as always, and they had gone to bed together as normal. Matt had made love to her, patiently and gently as was his custom, but this time, she had felt absolutely nothing! Her husband seemed to prefer the missionary position, and frequently made love to her while wearing his pajamas, and the whole business had seemed faintly tiresome and boring. Somehow, everything had changed since that horrible night, and she was now afraid that normal sexual relations were no longer enough for her. She knew perfectly well that she had been wildly excited that night with Rich and Jay, despite the fact that what they had done was wicked and perverse. And she realized that the same innocent embraces of her husband were no longer turning her on at all. What did this mean?
There was a honking out in the street and Lynn Langley realized that the taxi had arrived. Now in a hurry, she slipped quickly into the dress which Agard had provided for her and zipped it up the back. The garment barely covered the smoothly rounded mounds of her buttocks and she realized that she would have to be careful about bending over in this kind of an outfit. To top it all, the neckline was scooped daringly low, exposing the ripe tempting contours of her high-set breasts and the fabric of the dress itself was so thin that the outline of each turgid little nipple was clearly visible. Feeling like a cheap prostitute, Lynn seized her purse and left the house, hoping none of the neighbors would catch a glimpse of her dressed in this scandalous fashion.
"There's the girl now," Phil Agard whispered to the tall gaunt man in his late fifties who was the biggest buyer and distributor of porno-tapes and films in the state. "A knock-out, isn't she?"
"She's got all the tickets," admitted the buyer, gazing admiringly in Lynn's direction. "I like the innocent girlish look she has, and the body is a sensation! Is her hair natural?"
"Yeah, she's a blonde all the way down," confirmed Agard proudly. "It's a bitch, isn't it, when you get a really bleached blonde on top and jet-black pussy hair! And Lynn's body is smooth and athletic too," he added. "None of that wobbly fat."
"And you've got her under contract?" inquired the buyer carefully.
"Yeah, in a manner of speaking," Phil nodded convincingly, thinking that he had better sit down with Lynn at the first opportunity and get her to sign on the dotted line. "She works for me and nobody else."
"I wasn't thinking of taking her away from you, Phil," laughed the distributor, "because my days of making flicks are over. But there's a lot of money wrapped up in this contract. If the girl is working for you, it'll probably be worthwhile; but if she should decide to quit, then we'll both have problems. You know, the business has changed since I first started doing films. Nowadays, the kind of person who buys a video-tape to play on his television set at home is a different breed of cat. He likes a little style, a little gracefulness, and you can't palm off some forty-year old lady with wrinkles and a spare tire. He's spending good money for a tape and he wants something he can show his friends or his girl without embarrassment. But I'd say that our Miss Langley here fits the bill perfectly. God, what tits that girl's got!"
"I can arrange a private showing, if you'd like," Phil offered gallantly. "After Lynn's had a few drinks, we normally find she's pretty manageable, and I'm sure she wouldn't mind showing you the merchandise. On a strictly business basis, naturally."
"Naturally," responded the distributor, his voice heavy with sudden lust, unable to drag his eyes off the tall blonde woman on the other side of the room.
Lynn caught sight of Kelly talking animatedly to Lenny near the bar and she walked over to join her. She did not particularly feel like conversing with either one of them, but they seemed to be the only people in the room she knew, and everyone else seemed to be looking at her as if she had two heads.
"Hello, beautiful," the director, welcomed her, handing her a drink and slipping his arm into hers. "Well, how does it feel to be the hit of the evening?"
"I don't understand," confessed the girl unhappily. "Phil just told me that there was a party here tonight, and that it was important for me to be here. Why am I suddenly the hit of the evening?"
"This isn't just a normal party," explained Kelly Agard kindly. "Phil got together a group of distributors and buyers who are going to handle our films and let them have a sneak preview…"
"Oh God, you mean all these people have seen that…"
"Yeah, and they loved it," interrupted Lenny, staring boldly down the front of her dress as he spoke. "Phil's got a half-dozen good offers already, and we've got the financing we need to go ahead with a full production schedule. Starring you, naturally."
So that's his game, thought Lynn, her worst suspicions now confirmed. But instead of protesting immediately, she decided to bide her time and see if there was not some way to avoid becoming Agard's slave for the rest of her life.
"Ah, there you are!" called the producer himself from across the room. "Lynn baby, come on over and meet an old friend of mine!"
Forcing a smile onto her face, Lynn obeyed and walked up to the tall gaunt man who was standing beside her ex-lover.
"Elton, I want you to meet the hottest little number in the skin-flick industry," said Agard boastfully. "Lynn, this is Elton James, who's going to handle all the distribution problems for our new little enterprise. Elton here has the contacts to put you into more television sets than Ed Sullivan ever dreamed of. Isn't she lovely, Elton?"
"Certainly is," agreed the distributor, inspecting her as if she were a race horse on sale. "I think we're going to make a lot of money with this young lady."
"We've learned a lot since Lenny and I started this new venture," enthused Phil to his former mistress. "Lenny did a marvelous job of directing, even though we've only done a couple of those things. The scenes of you and the two guys were simply fantastic! I was ready to cum in my pants, just watching it!"
Lynn blushed furiously at this crude compliment, knowing that Phil would be enraged if she did not play along with the sales job he was doing on this distributor. Without responding, she drained her drink, and Phil instantly refilled it.