‘We’re doing this twelve-girl shoot around Howard’s tomorrow. They’ll be all the old faces there – Rebecca, Claire, Andrea, Traci and so on. Howard’s laying on a load of booze and there should be a little of the old nose powder too. Do you fancy coming down?’
I mean seriously, what did he think I was going to say? This was something I’d miss the birth of my son for.
Howard reeled off half a film from different angles and took a few close-ups too, then rearranged them into different poses, stacking them up on top of each other and shooting them from between their legs. To me, they looked like one of those big legs of chicken donna you get turning against the heat in a kebab shop. I don’t know if you can picture that but that’s what they looked like to me.
I was rocked solid and starving hungry all at the same time.
‘Fucking hell, hey!’ Paul said and I couldn’t agree more. Paddy said nothing, he merely sat silently watching, smoking a fag and sipping straight vodka like an old master appreciating a painting.
‘Give me some of that,’ Rebecca said, pouring herself a vodka during a lull in the shooting. Half a dozen other girls all scrambled over to the drinks table and helped themselves too, while Traci and Claire did a couple of lines off to the side. A girl called Natalie dropped herself into my lap and announced to everyone that I had a hard-on, then proceeded to grind her arse into it while holding my hands to her tits. This would’ve cost me a fortune if I’d been in a club up West but as it was I was the one getting paid. Claire suddenly bounded over and joined us on my lap, then started snogging Natalie – presumably for my benefit. Natalie snogged back, tongues and all, and I started to pant and gasp for breath as I looked on, partly through excitement but mainly because they were squashing my ribs with their fucking elbows all over the shop. I turfed them both onto the floor and rubbed my battered and bruises chest.
‘Oh, poor Godfrey. Did we squash you?’ Rebecca cooed, then made a play for my trousers before I was able to stumble back away from her grasping fingers. Claire then leapt on me from behind and rode me around the studio for a few seconds as I tried to shake her off and the others started dashing towards me when Howard told them all to line up for the next shot.
‘We’ll get you yet,’ Claire giggled as she skipped away.
There’d been a lot of this horse play from the girls during the course of the shoot and it seemed to be getting worse and worse as the vodka went down and the coke went up. They were all in ridiculously high spirits and bringing out the worst in each other like a bunch of overgrown schoolgirls. There were definitely a couple of ring-leaders though, Andrea for one and that Traci, riling up the others as they tried to out-outrage each other.
I’d been getting off pretty lightly up till now. Not like Howard’s assistant, little Jon. Jon couldn’t have been any more than 19 and had been brought in for the day to help with the lighting as it was such a big shoot and the girls went for him in a big way. He looked young, helpless and shy, like a lamb amongst a pack of jackals, and pretty soon the girls could smell blood. At first it had all been verbal abuse:
‘Are you a virgin, Jon?’
‘Are you getting a stiffy, Jon?’
‘Show us your stiffy, Jon.’
‘Do you want me to suck it for you, Jon?’
‘Who would you rather suck it, Jon, me or Traci, Jon?’ etc.
But soon enough things took a turn for the physical. They’d grab him, kiss him, pinch his arse, trip him up, push him over whenever he had to lean over and even hit him in the cock when he wasn’t looking. Traci landed a really good one, doubling him over for a couple of minutes, then offered to kiss it better making the rest of the girls laugh and offer to do the same.
‘Fucking slags,’ Jon wheezed as he pigeon-stepped past me.
I had to feel for him, I really did. It might sound like laughs-a-plenty being the centre of attention for a dozen naked girls but they were really giving him a rough ride. And, like I say, at 19 years old, you haven’t got the confidence to stand up for yourself and fight back. At least, I never did when I was 19, and Jon certainly didn’t either.
Howard let this all go on without a word because he was enjoying seeing Jon tortured almost as much as the girls were. He would keep getting Jon to take light readings from here, there and everywhere, just to place him in harm’s way, then rattle off a couple of shots as Jon struggled to break free. It was all a big laugh, though the object of the laugh wasn’t having one himself.
Me, Paul and Paddy, however, had no idea just how out of hand things were about to get.
The girls were lined up for the next shot. Traci was lying on her back with her legs open while the others leaned in and licked her all over. Howard told Jon to get a light reading from the Traci’s tits and the girls sniggered with mischief as Jon reluctantly approached. He made it to the centre and clicked the meter, flashing the studio lighting when suddenly Traci grabbed him and pulled him over.
‘Come on, let’s get his clothes off,’ she shouted and all eleven collapsed in on him.
‘No!’ he screamed, but he was lost under a tidal wave of flesh.
The girls pinned him down by the arms and legs as Traci straddled his chest. He tried in vain to fight them off but he didn’t stand a chance – well, he might have if me, Paddy, Paul and Howard had weighed in on his behalf, but fuck that. We just sat back and watched as they ripped, first the shirt off his back, then pulled his trousers and pants down, leaving him in just his socks. The moment his cock was out they were fighting over it like a flock of pigeons fighting over a hot dog bun. They grabbed it, pulled it, tried to push it back in (for some reason) and did all manner of painful things to it, short of cutting it off and flushing it down the bog. Traci had an idea though.
‘Come on, let’s get him hard,’ she announced to the delight of the other girls. Andrea responded by lowering herself down onto Jon’s face while Traci sucked, kissed and pampered him to unwilling arousal.
‘No, help, get off!’ Jon cried from under there somewhere as twenty-four hands caressed every inch of his skinny naked body.
Howard snap snap snapped away, chuckling with devilment and before long Jon’s body betrayed him and handed the girls a wood to play with. The shoot rapidly descended into hardcore as girl after girl took turns having their picture taken sucking on Jon’s cock while the rest of them kept him pinned to the ground.
‘I know, I’ll have some of this,’ Traci announced, manoeuvred herself into position took him inside herself. ‘Oh, he’s pretty good, you know,’ she announced to the rest of the girls as she steadily fucked him.
Me and Paddy looked at each other uncomfortably but neither of us knew what to do. Things had got this far incredibly quickly and really we should’ve intervened earlier but now we were stupefied into inaction. Jon never gave up struggling to break free or calling for help but we did nothing.
Traci clambered off of his cock and Rebecca took her place, although all the girls were suddenly taking numbers. Claire looked back when it was her turn and announced that I was next and all the girls grinned at me in agreement. Now, you might think I wasn’t entering into the spirit of things but how many of those same girls would’ve liked it if they’d been grabbed by a dozen guys, stripped naked, sexually assaulted, then repeatedly raped while a photographer documented their ordeal for kicks. More over, how would the courts have viewed it? Seriously, if they had been guys and Jon had been a girl they would’ve all got life and been called monsters in the papers. Okay, some might argue that it wasn’t actually rape, and that Jon clearly enjoyed himself and given his consent by getting an erection, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Blokes aren’t like girls, we’re much more mechanical beasts and physical stimulation is often all that’s required to induce an unwarranted rush of blood to the little head. I mean, blimey, I got one in the car going over speed bumps on my way to my Nan’s funeral but don’t remember feeling particularly sexy at the time (I drove back that way too though). What the girls did to Jon was wrong, any which way you want to look at it, but the thing I couldn’t believe, when I think back on it, was that this didn’t occur to a single one of them. They were like a pack of dogs (in every sense of the word) toying with a soon-to-be-eaten rabbit and so excited with Jon’s degradation that the studio was filled with sadistic giggles and shrieking.