“I do, and I do leave him a note.” She hesitated for an agonizing minute. The whole idea was so far out. But she did have to do something to prove her point. To teach him a lesson. To point out that marriage is a two way match. He had started this swap kick. She had been against it from the start. Maybe this idea of Sharon’s would work out. It was worth a try.
“I’ll do it! Give me a few minutes. I’ll get dressed.”
Duke greeted her with open arms and a big hug and kiss when she entered the studio with Sharon a short time later. Her knees were knocking and she felt weak and faint-hearted. During the drive to the city, her resolve had undergone a change.
Several times during the short drive to the city, she’d had an overwhelming urge to turn around and return home. She had resisted the urge by conjuring up thoughts of what Brian would be doing at the swap party. These thoughts keyed her up and cemented her resolve to go through with Sharon’s plan.
Now in the private little studio room, encased in Duke’s embrace, she felt more at ease. The big, ugly man greeted her with a father figure image and completely relaxed her jumpy nerves. “I’m scared, Duke,” she whispered, nuzzling up to him.
He stroked her shoulders and back. “Relax, honey. You’ll be just fine.” He gave her a big hug and squeeze. He held her in his embrace while the cameraman adjusted his equipment. The setting was simple. A bedroom scene. On a stage. A queen sized bed. A dresser, vanity and bureau. Frilly, lacy curtains in the background. Spotlight at the front of the stage area, giving brilliant light. It would be a home movie like project, except that the people taking the pictures, and the actors, with the exception of her, were all professional type people.
The camera equipment, borrowed for the day from the regular TV show, was of the finest, complete with color and sound, and a couple of the regulars had volunteered to shoot the bedroom scene.
Denise watched nervously and with apprehension as the men and equipment moved into place. This wasn’t fun and games. This was for real.
Duke stood with an arm wrapped around her slim waist. “Relax, honey, and act natural. There’s nothing to it. When the cameraman gives the word, you just get up onto the stage, sit at the vanity and start brushing your hair. The rest of the scene will fall into place naturally. A young man will come up in back of you. He’ll undress you. He’ll start making love to you. You just follow his orders. Talk naturally. Don’t shout, or scream.”
“Oh?” She peered around fearfully. The only ones present in the studio were her, Duke, Sharon and the cameraman.
“After you undress the first man, another guy will enter. He’ll call the shots. Just relax, honey and do what they say.”
“Two men?” Her fears grew.
“And then the last man will show up. By then you should be well into it.” Duke smiled reassuringly.
“Three men?” She gulped, and felt faint again.
“Here, darling, have a drink!” Sharon handed her a glass.
Denise gulped it down, then held it out for a refill. Then another. The liquor had a soothing effect. Her nerves calmed. Her knees stopped knocking together. She felt completely relaxed. “I’m ready.”
“Good. Up you go!” Duke patted her on the ass and eased her onto the stage.
Denise sat at the vanity, picked up a handy brush and began brushing her hair. She hic-cupped a few times as the liquor churned around in her stomach. She crinkled her nose at her reflection in the mirror. The warming liquor had a warming effect.
One of the cameraman who was also dubbing as director, called out, “That’s fine, Denise. We’re starting to shoot. Now just relax and do what comes naturally. Don’t stare at the cameras. Pretend we’re not even here. Okay?”
“Gotcha,” mumbled Denise, giggling at her reflection in the mirror. She heard a door open and heard steps approaching her from behind.
She glanced upward at the mirror and sucked in a deep breath. A handsome young man was approaching her from the rear. A tall, blonde haired youth who appeared to be about twenty-five. The longhaired, handsome guy was dressed in a sports shirt and slacks.
“Hi, darling,” the young man breathed, taking the brush from her hand and brushing her hair. “Your husband is gone to work?” His voice was pleasant and resonant. She recognized him as being one of the actors who occasionally appeared on Sharon’s show. One of the boys who danced while she sang.
Taking her cue, she nodded. “He left a short time ago.” She felt more relaxed. The tenseness was gone. She smiled. She was now an actress, playing a part. It reminded her of the time when she was a junior in high school and was playing the lead in the class play.
The handsome young man eased her to her feet, swept her into an embrace and pressed his lips to hers. He whispered, hoarsely, “Call me Joe.” He stroked her shoulders and asscheeks. She had on a mini outfit.
Overcoming her initial fears and qualms, Denise melted into his embrace. The liquor was working its magic. The feel of his strong fingers on her butt was heating her up. Joe was a handsome bastard.
He worked on her quickly. Joe was an old hand at this type of movie. He got right to the point. It was a quickie type show, not a full length picture. He quickly stripped her bare. His jaded eyes lit up in pleasure when he ogled naked Denise. At that moment he realized that Duke hadn’t been just beating his gums about the beauty of this kid.
Denise was all Duke had bragged her to be. A breath-takingly beautiful teenager, with a shape that was out of this world. She was a brown-haired beauty with one hundred and eighteen pounds of curvy loveliness. Denise had a pair of knockers that were plump, solid and saucy with a marvelous pair of nipples on small seas of darker pinkish-white skin.
Joe had ogled many a pretty girl in his time, but he’d be the first to admit that this kid topped them all in sheer loveliness. He warmed up to his enjoyable task. He kissed her on the lips. He kissed her breasts. He cupped her melons in his hands. He took his cues from the cameraman-director and moved Denise around for best viewing.
“How about undressing me, darling?” he breathed huskily.
Denise, caught up by the action, and heated up by his actions, fumbled around and finally got his slacks and shirt off. She stepped back with a look of awe on her pretty face.
“Wow! What a big prick you have, Joe!” Her eyes lit up in appreciation, and she uttered the words truthfully and naturally.
The interested onlookers smiled in appreciation. This kind of natural reaction was just what they wanted. It would make the picture a huge success. Duke prided himself on having thought up this idea of having Denise star in the movie for his upcoming swap party.
Joe nodded. He was proud of his big cock. Taking his cue from the director, he eased Denise down to a squatting position. “How ’bout sucking me off, darling?”
Denise squatted down, almost in a trance. She was drawn to the big cock almost like to a magnet She opened her mouth and took the wonderful cock. In. Out. She sucked it gently and eagerly. She moved around at Joe’s urging. Joe was easing her into better camera position at signals from the silent director. When the director signaled enough, Joe eased her to her feet.
He eased her over to the bed and onto her back. He spread her legs and lifted her knees and positioned her for some good shots by the camera crew. He stood aside momentarily while the camera guys shot the delectable teenager from all angles and curves. Then at the signal from the cameraman, Joe eased onto the bed. “How ’bout if I suck you off, darling?”
“Be my guest!” Denise humped her pussy upward invitingly.
Joe dove in between her legs, being careful not to obliterate the view.
The cameraman zoomed in and out of the sylvan scene. Expertly they caught the action on film. The director motioned for further action. Joe eased around into a sixty-nine position. Eagerly he slurped at the tiny cunt. The owner of the tiny cunt eagerly slurped and sucked his enormous cock.