"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 Rich'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.