"You can sit here," Jim said, pulling out a folding chair from a stack. "You can see everything clearly."
Jim gave her a pat on the head and walked away. He was soon busy directing people to do what he wanted. He had the office furniture moved around a couple of times until he got it where he wanted it.
"Okay," he said. "We're ready to shoot the scene.
The girl, who had been patting the man on the stage, reached down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She came down and took a folding chair off the stack and sat down by Linda Kay.
Linda Kay saw that she was a sexy young thing, about her own age, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a short skirt that revealed the white of her thighs as she sat down.
"Hi," the girl said cheerily. "I'm Anita. I saw you come in with Pam."
"I'm Linda Kay. Do you work here, too?"
"Me?" Anita looked shocked. "Heaven's, no. I just came here with my father."
"Your father?" Linda Kay questioned.
"Yes. The man behind the desk.. He's my father."
Linda Kay wanted to ask more questions but a stern look from a cameraman silenced the two girls. Linda Kay turned her attention back to the stage. Anita's father was writing something on the desk. He appeared deep in thought. The stage door opened and Pam entered.
Linda Kay was shocked at her appearance. In just a few minutes Pam had gone from a super sexy young lady to a sweet, demure child. Her raven hair was fixed properly on her head, her face clean of makeup, her dress revealing nothing of her figure.
"Mr. Ryman," Pam said sweetly.
Anita's father looked up. His face took on a stern, dignified look.
"Come in, Pam," he said. "Sit down."
Pam did as she was told. She sat down on the hard chair facing the desk. She crossed her legs and demurely pulled her skirt back over her knees.
"I'm ashamed of you," Anita's father said.
"I know," Pam said, looking down at the floor. "This is the third time this week you've been in my office. The first time you were caught reading after hours. I gave you two days detention. The second time you were late for class. That time I had to give you four days detention and an essay to write. Now you've been caught for being late again. What am I going to do with you, Pam?"
"I don't know," she said.
Anita's father stood up and walked to Pam's chair. He placed a hand on her head.
"Pam," he said. "I'm going to have to spank you.
Pam's face blushed red. "Oh, please," she said. "Don't do that!"
"I don't want this," he said kindly. "But you must learn to behave."
"I'll try to behave," Pam pleaded. "Only please, don't spank me!"
"I have no choice," he said sadly.
Anita's father walked to his desk and took out a wooden paddle. He smashed it against the desk a couple of times. The sound was loud in the studio. Pam's eyes got big and round.
"Stand up, Pam," he commanded, "and bend over my desk."
Glumly Pam stood up. She bent over the desk so that her face was pressed against the hard wood. Her ass was facing the camera and Linda Kay could see her white panties.
Anita's father could see them, too. He wiped sweat away from his brow as he looked at Pam. He swung the paddle. Smack. Pam cringed and cried out aloud.
He started to swing again but this time something seemed to halt him. He put the paddle down. This time his hand hit the cheeks of her ass. His hand seemed to remain there a little longer than necessary.
Again he struck her and she cried aloud. Again his hand began to fondle her ass cheeks before he raised it.
"Oh, please, sir," Pam cried, water-eyed. "Don't hit me again! I'll do anything you say. I'll be good. Please don't hit me again!"
She had tried to rise, but he forced her back to the table. This time he ran his hands up her thighs making no pretense of trying to hit her. He fondled and pinched the white skin of her thighs.
"Please, sir," Pam was pleading.
He paid no attention to her. Sweat was pouring off his face as he played with Pam. He kissed her on the thighs.
Linda Kay was shocked, but not by what was going to happen on the stage. She was more shocked when she looked over at Anita to find the girl staring in anticipation. Her short skirt had ridden even farther up her thighs and she was rubbing her cunt through her panties.
Anita was getting turned on watching her father and Pam. Linda Kay couldn't believe it. She turned her eyes back to the stage, Anita's father was making no pretense of punishment any longer. He was on his knees and his face was buried in Pam's crotch.
Pam was squirming and pleading with him to stop. He pulled her down to the floor. Pam was playing her part very well. Her eyes were young and shacked as he began to undress her.
First he raised her skirt so that he could freely play with her pussy. He pulled her panties down to her knees and buried one finger in her bushy mound.
"Please, sir," Pam said.
"Don't worry, Pam," he said. "I'm not going to punish you anymore. I'm just going to make you feel good. Don't you want to feel good, Pam?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Good. Then let me play."
He pulled her panties all the way off. He rolled her over on top of him and pressed a knee between her thighs. His hands went to her tits. In a moment he had opened the top of her dress and undid her bra. Her tits came bursting free.
"Oh, Mr. Ryman!" Pam yelled. "What are you doing to me? What are you doing?"
"I'm just making you feel good," he explained. "Like I told you."
He pursed his lips to tease her nipples. She gasped. He sucked her creamy flesh into his throat. Linda Kay could feel her own nipples pawing hard as she watched. Suddenly she felt a hand on her thigh.
She looked up to find Anita standing over her. Linda Kay opened her mouth in surprise. Anita had opened her blouse and her tits were free. They were smaller than Linda Kay's but well formed.
"I'm so hot," Anita said. "So damn hot I can't stand it. Won't you please help me."
At first Linda Kay started to refuse. She was aware there were others watching them. Especially the cameramen. But one look in Anita's begging eyes and Linda Kay knew she couldn't refuse.
"What do you want me to do?" Linda Kay asked.
"Just suck my tits. Please suck my tits."
Linda Kay nodded as Anita moved closer. She sucked one of Anita's nipples into her mouth and Anita moaned. Linda Kay found herself growing excited. She sucked more of Anita's warm and vibrant flesh into her mouth. Anita was moaning loudly and men were stopping their work to gather around.
"My God," someone said. "Turn the cameras over here."
Anita pulled away from Linda Kay's mouth. Anita sank down on her knees and her mouth was suddenly at Linda Kay's. Their tongues met. Linda Kay fell as if someone were putting liquid fire into her throat.
She felt a hand at her dress. She looked down to see Anita's fingers unbuttoning her dress. Linda Kay felt a moment of panic. She didn't want her tits to be shown in front of all the men and women in the studio, but then Anita's fingers were fondling her nipple and she no longer cared.
With a moan Linda Kay stood up and locked her body against Anita. They began to rub bodies.
"You've got big tits," Anita said as her fingers explored. "God, I love your tits."
"And I love yours," Linda Kay said.
Anita wormed her hand between Linda Kay's thighs. Heat seemed to flash upward through Linda Kay's entire body and she longed for Anita to find her way beneath the panties. Anita did.
A moment later Linda Kay moaned as a finger was inserted into her hot cunt.
"Kiss me hard," Anita urged.
Linda Kay bent her head to kiss Anita's nipples. She teased one nipple with her tongue, but then she did as Anita was begging. She sucked one of Anita's tits into her mouth and sucked on it hard.
Anita moaned and her head went back.
"God," she cried. "Oh, dear God! I need it so bad. So bad. Let's find a bed somewhere."
Linda Kay agreed to being pulled along as Anita went in search of a bed. She looked up to see Anita's father fucking Pam with hard, long strokes. Pam was crying in pleasure. She was also aware that she and Anita were being followed by a gaggle of cameramen, actors, actresses, and prop men. She didn't care if they watched. All Linda Kay cared about now was getting her mouth once on Anita's tits and to feel Anita's hand between her legs.