Lynn thought it was going to go on forever as the huge youth spewed a lifetime of accumulated lusts into the unnatural cavern of her anus, the hot sticky cum overflowing and forcing its way out of the tight nether ring to dribble shamefully down her legs, mixed with the orgiastic juices from her own body.
Lynn tumbled forward on the mattress, completely spent and exhausted and the big youth collapsed on top of her, gently caressing her hair and mumbling childish endearments, convinced that he had finally made a woman happy despite his size. Lynn gasped and sighed in defeat, feeling his deflated flaccid penis slowly retreating, leaving a trail of cum and pain behind it and making an obscene wet sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full half-moons of her buttocks with a popping noise which could be heard all over the room.
Now, she thought irrationally, now there will be peace. Whatever happens tomorrow is unimportant. Now they will take me home and I can sleep.
"Okay boys, round 'em up!" came a voice from the back of the room, and Lynn looked up, thinking that the tape was not yet finished and Phil had engineered a second part which would probably be more obscene than the first. God, why couldn't they at least halt the cameras for a few minutes to allow her to rest! They had no right to start in with another debauchery without at least giving her a chance to recover from the first one.
Men dressed in policeman's costumes were walking onto the set and once again Lynn had the opportunity to admire Kelly's acting skill. The older actress looked terrified, as if she were actually about to be arrested. Lynn felt vague and dreamy, not particularly caring what happened or what wild plot Lenny and Phil had organized so long as she was able to rest. Maybe these actor policemen would start on Kelly instead of her. They sure looked like real policemen…
"Okay, baby, on your feet!" ordered one of them, a tall redheaded Irishman with sergeant's stripes on his shoulder. More good acting, thought Lynn dreamily. He really sounds like a policeman and she complied slowly, remembering to face the camera as she rose…
The camera was stopped. Shaking her head with disbelief as the sergeant wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, she saw Phil Agard standing in a corner, his hands in handcuffs and Lenny loudly demanding to see his lawyer as he was led out of the room. Freddy looked mystified as he held out his hands meekly for the cuffs, and Kelly snarled at the policeman for pinching her skin as he slid the metal circles over her wrists.
"So we got a deal?" smiled Agard, waving his cigar at the lieutenant across the desk. "I must remember to say something nice about you guys the next time I attend a town meeting."
"Yeah, do that," grinned the police lieutenant evilly. "Yeah, we got a deal buddy. The police ain't in the business of keeping an enterprising businessman like yourself from earning an honest dollar. Incidentally, how did it happen?"
"A fluke," explained Agard easily. "The technician who was handling the wires forgot to unplug the studio from the main board after we shot the live newscast. So when that idiot of a night watchman forgot to close down the transmitter, the sound and picture from the studio were broadcast normally, just as if we had intended it that way. I understand half the town saw it."
"Yeah, but we only got a couple of calls from a few spoil sports. By the way, we're going to have to book the kid. We found him smoking pot. A little fun and games with girls and television cameras we can get around, but smoking marijuana is a serious offense."
"Yeah, throw the book at him," agreed Agard callously. "If the press makes any noise, we can always say that the kid was using the studio to watch dirty movies and one of them accidentally got transmitted. Not our fault at all."
"Right, perfect," exclaimed the corrupt policeman. "We're gonna need a story of some kind anyway, and we might as well dump it all on the kid. Damn dirty hippies deserve anything that happens to them! Listen, before you go, there's one last thing…"
"Yeah?" asked Agard agreeably.
"Well, some of the boys have taken a shine to the little blonde girl who was doing the scene. Well, you know how it is, we were wondering if we couldn't hold her here over night and have a little fun with her before we have to let her go in the morning. A whore like that shouldn't mind a couple of tired old cops climbing on her bones, especially since she's getting off scot-free!"
"Lieutenant, she's all yours," Phil assured him with a sympathetic smile. "It must get boring around the station house and I know the boys'll enjoy our little Lynn. Oh, by the way, my check will be in the mail tomorrow, don't worry about that end of it."
"And you promised to invite us to your screenings," added the policeman, helping himself to another of Phil's cigars.
"I won't forget," promised the producer. "You keep people from bothering me, Lieutenant, and I'll do my best to return the favor."
The two men shook hands and went out to get the others from their temporary cells. Lynn was led to a back room, still naked underneath the blanket they had thrown around her, and the policeman winked at one another as the door closed behind her.
The phone was ringing as she let herself into her home the following morning, but she ignored it, walking straight to the bedroom to wake up Matt. He would probably leave her anyway, but she had to confess everything before he heard it from some other source. Who knows? Maybe he would understand.
But the bedroom was empty except for the ringing phone and the girl observed that her husband's clothing was missing from the closet. In the living room, the television was still glowing, a silent message to her that he had heard and seen everything.
Too tired and broken to have much of an emotional reaction, Lynn wandered back into the bedroom and answered the phone.
"Lynn-baby, this is Phil. Listen honey, everything's been taken care of."
"Matt is gone," she informed him dully, feeling completely empty inside.
"Yeah, now listen lovely, that accidental transmission last night didn't hurt us in the slightest. We're beating the rap as far as the police are concerned, and the market for that film we made has just gone off the boards. Everybody who saw it wants to see it again and those who missed it want to see it to judge for themselves. We'll re-shoot the last scene tonight and Sammy thinks we can get copies on the market by sometime next week. Naturally, there'll be a sequel…"
"Phil, Matt is gone," she repeated, her mind hardly functioning with exhaustion and shame.
"Yeah, I heard you baby, listen now, you don't need him and I think WRT-TV's been over-doing this sports bit anyway. You're big business, Lynn and you're gonna make big money because we got police protection. It's all been arranged."
"I… I don't want to do it anymore, Phil. Don't you understand? I've lost my husband…"
"And who's going to support you now, love?" asked the producer cruelly. "You've got mortgage payments on that house, as I recall and you got to keep food on the table, hubby or no hubby. You got one job that can keep the cash flowing in, lover, and that's with me, so forget about quiting. Now, I want you to get some sleep because we shoot tonight at nine."
Lynn felt the beginnings of a dull headache coming on. The policemen had worked her over mercilessly last night, and her bones were aching.
"Will you send a cab for me?" she asked.
"Baby, you're a star now," raved Agard. "The cab'll be there at eight thirty. Now will you get some sleep? I want you fresh and beautiful tonight."
"Yes, Phil," Lynn whispered, knowing it was all lost. "Whatever you say, Phil."