force me to do something which could get me tossed into jail.' 'You are right, of course,' he said. 'Too bad.' 'What do you mean, too bad?'
'I had some hope for you,' he said sadly. 'I was sure that your appearance in my production of Passion's Queen would establish you as an instant star.' 'You're saying no fuck, no legit film?'
'It is a brutal world, little Kitsy. The, as you call them, legit films have not made the nut. I am sure that with Passion's Queen 1 will break into the black and establish myself as one of the industry's bright young men, but I can as easily do it with another girl. The new Miss One World, for example. She is already blond and the part calls for a blond.'.
'You sonofabitch,' I said, 'you're putting the shuck on me. 'You know as well as I that if I starred in one of these fuck films I'd be ruined. Someone would be sure to recognize me once I'd made the legit film and then all hell would break loose. The picture would be banned everywhere in the world.' 'Come,' he said. 'I show you.'
I followed, seething inside. He led me to a dressing room. 'Sit,' he ordered. I sat at a dressing table and he fitted me with a flaming red wig. Then he did a few deft things with makeup and then he added a cute little mask. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a different girl. 'Now, do you see? We have scripts written around you. The Mystery Girl, Who is she? No one will be able to tell.'
'Well,' I said, beginning to think about it.
'I envision a time, my Kitsy, when the world will be ready for a revelation. Suppose we do make a tremendous hit of Passion's Queen. Then, when you are firmly established and I am in an unassialable position in the movie industry, we will break the news. The masked Mystery Girl of the hottest set of stag films ever made, is none other than Kitsy McRae, the first unabashed sex queen the world has ever known.' 'The world is ready for that?' I asked, doubtful.
'Not yet. But think of it. Already, the codes in movies are breaking down. Think of the realistic sex which is being published in book form. Think of what has already been on the screen in artistic movies. And in the X rated movies. Soon, I am sure, we will be able to show the entire act with all of its embelishments and then we will draw millions to the theaters. I assure you that I will not be premature. I have my own reputation to consider as well as yours. We will make standard things for the trade and we will make a dollar. Your contract, which you didn't read, gives you not only a guarantee, but a cut of the net profit from the sale of the short sex films. And while we are shooting, we will do a feature length film with a plot. Not much plot, but some, enough to patch together all the sex scenes we will shoot.'
'I don't know whether or not I can turn on with people watching and with the lights,' I said.
'That Kitsy, is why I choose you. You are the most passionate girl of my knowledge. You are turned on easier than any girl I've ever seen. You are completely uninhibited. I have every confidence that you will do well under the lights. I am sure, that you will not only give a good performance, but an authentic performance. I mean, you will, when the script calls for you to have a climax, have a genuine climax. And the look you get on your beautiful face when you are having a climax is going to make both of us a lot of money.'
He put his hand on my shoulder. 'We have for the queen, the most beautiful sex star, the most handsome young men in Rome. We have saved them, forcing them to be celibate. They have seen your photos. They have watched you in the public appearances. They are yearning for you. We will shoot genuine passion, not soft-dicked play acting. We will revolutionize the industry. You will become the most famous girl of sex films. Once an American strip teaser did a stag film and it must have netted a million dollars, but she was fat, had artificial tits filled with plastic and was a very poor actress. You will make her look like Mother Goose playing at sex.'
After that build-up what could I say? And I had no choice, really. 'Lights, camera, action,' I said, shrugging.
My director was an Englishman. His face was florid and he nipped on a vodka bottle during work hours. But he knew the business. And the set up was entirely professional. Carlo wasn't shooting anything legit at the time, so we had the finest equipment from his main studio and the cast of characters made me glad I had agreed. There were three of them. They were the flower of Roman youth, tall, strong, dark, devilishly handsome. None of this dopie, druggie, alkie trash which you see in American sex films. And they were hung. I joked a lot about them being the three stooges, because they were named Gino, Angela and Marco. None spoke English. They spoke sex.
We were shooting in lengths of fifteen minutes. That's a standard roll for home movie projectors. The English director, Dirk, talked to us, me and the three stooges. 'We will begin simply, kiddies,' he said, nipping a shot of vodka, 'for those who want the most for their money when they buy our films. There are those who want a plot, however simple. Fuck them. We'll get to them later. Right now we're shooting for those who want crotch shots, those who want to see, from beginning to end, acres of genitals, minutes of eating, more minutes of close- ups of a cock going in and out of a cunt.'
My three stooges were in robes. They looked so much alike that I never quite got to the point where I could tell them apart, so I'm just going to call them, inter-changably, Romeo, that being a good Italian name and it not making one fuck's worth of difference who was on the bed with me. They were stamped from identical molds, had cocks so near the same size that I couldn't tell the difference there and they responded to me in that wild Italian style of panting, mooning and then frenzied lovemaking.
'Miss McRae, if you will prepare?' Dirk said courteously. I stepped out of my robe and walked into the stage, sat on the edge of the bed. 'Look, gentlemen,' Dirk said. 'Who is ready?' The three stooges tried to push each other out of the way. Dirk screamed at them in Italian and they halted sullenly and dropped their robes. One stooge was intimidated by the cameramen, the director, Carlo and the other technicians and was limp as a dishrag. Dirk made a face and pushed him aside. Stooge two was playing with himself wildly, trying to get it up, but stooge three was ready, ramrod ready.
Dirk smiled, looking down at the pole which was standing arrogantly up against his belly and said, 'You.'
I was wearing my,naming red wig and my mask and my makeup. Dirk issued orders to the stooge in Italian. He came onto the set and seated himself in a chair, a wide,, armless thing. 'Now, Miss McRae,' Dirk said.
'I don't want to tell you your business, D'irk,' Carlo broke in, 'but I must remind you that Miss McRae's main value is her genuineness. She has not been prepared.'
'Oh, sure, boss. Forgot.' Dirk shrugged. 'I'm used to working with those damned Lesbian whores.' He turned. 'One of you stooges want to work on Miss McRae?'
Neither of the stooges understood. 'I'll help,' Carlo said. He came to the bed and pushed my legs open. He grinned up at me. 'I'm a man who believes in doing his part.' He went into my nest with his face and although I was a little nervous, doing my thing in front of all the people, it felt good to have his mouth, his familiar, knowledgeable mouth, bite and chew at me. He worked on me with his tongue and I began to feel the flow of juices, wetting my cunt, giving him something to lick and suck.
'Might as well not waste this,' Carlo said, speaking over his shoulder. 'Put it on film.'
A camera came in and began to roll. He positioned himself so that the camera could come in close and take his face between my legs. I went cold when the camera started to hum, but Carlo took care of that quickly and the first thing I knew I had forgotten that I was on camera, under lights, with an audience of men behind the cameras and the lights. I began to feel it and my body started to respond with motions of my hips and
loins and ass and I put my hands down and the director yelled at me to move them that I was hiding the action. I put them behind my head, fell over backward, and began to writhe to Carlo's inspired eating. His gone tongue was working a mile a minute at my clit and now and then going down to thrust into my cunt. I started humping. 'Great, great,' Dirk yelled. 'Just great.'
Shit, I didn't care. I was reaching and loving it. Carlo knew my every sensitive spot and he was working them wildly. He brought me to the edge and then jerked away. 'Now,' he said.
'Go to Romeo and kneel beside his left leg,' Dirk said.
'Think sexy,' Carlo said. 'Think about getting that cock into you.'
I looked at Romeo's cock and I was so hot I could have fallen down on it and wiggled for a minute and blown my stack. I knelt beside his left leg and he was told to slide down so that just the edge of his ass was on the chair. His cock was standing up. 'Now,' Dirk said, 'I want you to make love to that cock as if you'd never had any in your life. I want to see every movement, so keep your face up and into the camera. You can put your hand on it, but don't hide it.'
I gasped and reached down with one hand. I have the greatest respect for a beautiful cock and this one was
