She let him in, and as he walked past her, she cried, "Oooooohhhhhh!! Is that a hard-on? My husband's been MIA since sixty-nine, and I haven't even seen one in all that time! Oh, let me look at it!" Whereupon she was to drop to her knees, unzip him, drag out his erection, and start giving him head.
The action was passable, but Denise's delivery of lines was pathetic. Her voice was low and muffled, and the sound man shook his head, pointing to the needles on his tape recorder. "All right," Roger muttered. "We'll dub it later. Too late for a retake now.
Denise had dropped off her robe as she knelt, and she was just unzipping Frank. She fished inside his pants and brought his cock into the light. "Mmm," she said unconvincingly, rubbing it between her palms. Her pink tongue came out and she began to lick Frank's dong. It was about as sensuous as a Jerry Lewis routine, and Denise seemed to realize that. Without any further preliminaries she stuffed him into her mouth, her jaws immediately sucking inward as she started to apply oral pressure. Her head moved back and forth on him like a cylinder on a piston.
It wasn't pretty and it wasn't sexy, and Connie felt guilty watching it. The girl was obviously uncomfortable, perhaps in some physical discomfort. She turned to Roger, ready to suggest a short break, but he was talking to the cameraman. "Use the zoom. I'm afraid to stop her for a close-up."
The cameraman was walking with his camera now, circling the scene, shooting from every angle he could manage. Covering footage would have to be done later, otherwise this scene would appear choppy when it was edited. It was going to be a long night, Connie decided sadly.
Denise's face looked even chalkier now as the lights glared upon her. It had all been going so nicely, Connie told herself with a sigh, and now it was being spoiled at the last minute.
"Isn't she terrible?" Ellen whispered into Connie's ear. Connie turned. Ellen and the other girl had left off their game of cards and come up to watch the scene in progress.
Denise sucked away, as if she were trying to prove something with her mouth. At the right time she might be a truly stunning young lady, but this wasn't the right time. Even her hair seemed to have lost its golden glow. Her eyes were closed, and she mouthed Frank's pecker in long sweeping strokes that buried most of his meat inside her oral cave. Her hands stroked his legs and belly, sometimes dropping in to squeeze his nuts, while he steadied himself with palms on her head. As often as not the cameraman was between the couple and Connie, blocking her view, and she wasn't very sorry.
"I'm ready," Frank grunted, jerking his hips away, his cock popping from Denise's sucking mouth. Her fingers grabbed at him, providing the fight tickling stimulation to make him cream, and cream he did.
Cum squirted from the tip of his peter in big, thick strings. It splashed Denise's face, and she opened her mouth like a funnel, steering his cock toward her. The stuff went into her mouth, and Connie could see the girl's throat motions as she swallowed it. Frank stepped closer, taking control of his rod. He was still cumming, in a steady stream, and he worked his dick back and forth across Denise's face. Cum dripped from her mouth and chin as she shut her eyes tightly.
Not yew good, Connie thought.
And then she heard herself saying "Oh!" in a shocked, startled tone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Denise's face turned a sickly gray and she began to vomit a greenish bile of about the consistency of curdled milk. She opened her eyes, looked at Roger, and said, "I'm sorry," just before another gout of the mess spewed from her mouth.
In its own way it was a fascinating thing, almost a parody of Frank's orgasm. But at the same time it was horrible, and Denise looked small and helpless as she vomited her guts onto the floor. Connie heard Roger curse, and she was afraid to look at him.
She and the two other girls took Denise into the bathroom for a clean-up. The blonde had indeed been partying the night before, and she'd done a bang-up job of it. She was in no shape to continue, and she sat on the john saying, "I'm very sorry," over and over. Connie went out to break the news to Roger.
He took it as badly as she'd expected he would. His face got red, and he smashed his fist on a tabletop. "Goddamn it, I should have gotten Sarah Nicholson and told Denise to go fuck herself! Now look at what she's done to us. We've lost the whole fucking afternoon. The lousy cunt!"
"I'm sorry," Connie said softly. "But she really is sick."
"I'm the one who was sick," he countered. "I had some nice times with her once, and I thought I'd do her a favor. She wanted into porno. I was willing to give her a chance. And she's fucked me for it."
She could share his feelings. The film had become important to her, too, in the past few days. It was Roger's first feature-length movie, and if he blew it, he might not get another chance. She understood his frustration. Time and money were tight, and his backers wanted a finished product, not excuses. But fly as she would, she couldn't exactly bring herself to join in his resentment of Denise. The girl had tried. It must have been a harrowing experience for her, a battle against the butterflies in her, stomach, and she had done her best. But her best wasn't good enough.
She felt Roger touch her shoulder and she lifted her eyes. "Connie," he was saying, "I wouldn't ask you to do this unless there wasn't any other way. But there isn't any other way. Will you?"
She started to ask what he meant but then she understood.
"You're crazy!" she yelled. "You're absolutely crazy!" She was aware that every eye in the room was upon her. "No, I will not! What if someone – my daughter, my son – oh, Roger!"
"Be sensible," he replied evenly. "This film is a piece of commercial crap. It'll be shown around town for a few weeks in sleazy theaters. It might even get a few play dates in other towns, but I doubt it a hell of a lot. Porno movies are screened and forgotten. There'll be a fake name for you in the credits, if we have enough budget for credits, and unless you tell someone you were in it, nobody will ever know."
"No," she said quietly, but the pleading in his eyes reached out and grabbed her where she was weakest, in her heart.
"Look, I've done it myself, in loops, and if a man had bombed put this afternoon I'd be dropping my jeans and taking over for him right now. And didn't you tell me last night that this was just a form of acting? You can act. Oh, damn it, Connie, won't you do it for me?" He took her hands. "I need you."
She wanted to say no again, and she really wanted to mean it, but she couldn't. The word was on her lips but her hands were clutched in his, the energy of him was flowing into her body, and she told herself, don't you love him? "All right," she said.
She felt naked under the pink robe, and with good reason. The lights trained upon her were unbearably hot, but not half so hot as the burning eyes she could sense. Roger had cleared the set at her request. Everyone was gone except the people necessary for the shooting. She didn't want to be ogled, but she didn't feel any different knowing that everyone was gone except Roger and his small crew. When this was over, she told herself, so were they. How could he ask her to do this for him, to prostitute herself in front of a camera for his sake? How could she have accepted his request? Wasn't she just as bad as he? There was still time to turn round, to announce that she wasn't going through with it, but. She heard the rapping on the door and her hand streaked toward the knob. There was dialogue but she couldn't remember it verbatim, so she merely improvised, keeping the sense if not the words. The sound of her voice was like a continuous roll of thunder – she was astonished by its strength.
Frank walked past her, and she saw that he wasn't hard, as the script demanded. His pants were tight, however, and she could see the snaky lump of his penis. What was she supposed to say now? Something about his erection – she wasn't sure. But hesitation was fatal, with the camera running. Connie said, "My God, is that an erection? Have you really got a hard-on?" Frank nodded and she dropped to her knees before him. Wasn't she supposed to undress first? Oh, the hell with it!