The camera focuses on her buttocks. She turns again. The camera pans her body from her feet to her waist.
Then the girl plunges into the water. She begins to swim lazily about as the camera watches from the shore.
Now a man comes into view.
He does not notice the girl, nor does he take any note of the girl’s clothing. Instead he simply walks to the lakeshore, then turns as the girl did to face the camera. He is a tall, dark, good-looking man with long and neatly-combed black hair. He smiles at the camera.
Subtitle: HO HUM. THINK I’LL TAKE A SWIM.
The man begins to undress. He is wearing a skintight tee shirt which he peels off over his head and throws to the ground. He has a good suntan, as if he is in the habit of swimming like this every day of the week. His chest is hard and taut, his arms well-muscled.
The camera moves to one side and the man again faces it, so that his side is to the water.
Shot of the girl’s face. She is crouching in the water so that only her face is visible. She is smiling hugely, her eyes wide. It is obvious that she sees the man and likes what she is looking at.
Shot of the man as he strips quickly.
Shot of the man’s face.
Subtitle: WISH I HAD A WOMAN
The girl swims in toward shore. She reaches the shore and climbs up on the bank, smiling at the man.
Shot of the man. He is obviously very pleased that the girl has arrived.
Shot of girl’s face again.
Subtitle: DO YOU LIKE ME?
Shot of man, nodding his head YES.
Shot of girl. The camera pans her body. She touches herself, walks toward the man. He reaches out and places his hands on her breasts. He begins to fondle her and the camera closes in.
Johnny was perspiring.
He hadn’t expected this. Viewed from a distance, the picture was crude and stupid. It shouldn’t be exciting, not to a man who’d literally had more women than he could count. It should be boring from start to finish.
It wasn’t.
On the contrary. He wasn’t sure why this was possible.
It certainly wasn’t that the woman was pretty. She wasn’t bad, but he had a better-looking woman on the couch next to him. And he’d made love to many better-looking women in his time.
He guessed that it must be the idea of watching something forbidden. Something like that, maybe. It was hard to tell, but that was his guess.
Sheila moved beside him.
He saw her face in the half-light. Her mouth was tense with desire and beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. He could smell her as well. She used a great quantity of a very expensive perfume but that wasn’t all he smelled.
He smelled her.
“Johnny—”
“Come here, baby.”
She came to him and he drew her down, pressed his face between her breasts. For a moment it was as if there were two Johnny Wells, one of them on the couch with Sheila Chase and the other standing off at a distance watching and snickering at him. The standing-off one had plenty to snicker at, he had to admit.
Here he was, an experienced guy, a guy who’d been around plenty. Here he was lying on a love seat with another man’s wife while the other man was with a cuddly little call girl. Here he was watching a picture of two people making it and getting interested himself.
Well, what of it?
He didn’t care about a lot of things now. He didn’t care who or what Sheila Chase happened to be. He cared only that she also happened to be a woman, and that at the moment he needed a woman, and that she was handy.
That was plenty.
So he bit her and heard her cry with pain and passion both at once.
“Johnny—”
He looked at her.
“The line from the picture,” she moaned. “The line the girl says to him right before they do it.”
He waited.
She quoted the line. It had been strange to see those words in print on the screen, and it was even stranger to hear them come tumbling from her lips.
He gave her just what she asked for.
On the screen, the man and the woman finished their first bout of lovemaking. The man is lying flat on his back, scratching himself with one hand. The woman is lying on her side, looking down at him.
Subtitle: LET’S DO IT AGAIN.
They both stand up. The camera moves for a side angle as the woman bends down, finally crouching on her hands and knees.
The man moves behind her.
Shot of woman’s face, passionate.
Subtitle: NOW!
Shot of the man’s face, smiling hugely.
The man does it to her.
Finally the man and woman finish.
“I’m ready again,” Sheila said.
“You’re always ready.”
“I’m burning up. But it’s the damnedest thing I don’t want to stop watching the picture.”
“Neither do I.”
She was grinning. “I told you it was exciting,” she said. “You didn’t think it would be. But it is. It’s exciting as all hell.”
“I know what you mean.”
“You too?”
“Uh-huh.”
She sighed. “And now I want to make love. I want to keep watching the picture, but I also want to make love. Two drives, each in a different direction. Profound, huh?”
“Sure.”
He knew what she meant. He had thought that one session on the love seat with her would take his mind off sex for a while, but the picture was having too great an effect upon him. Once again he was caught up with desire for her. And the picture was still exciting. He didn’t want to take his eyes off it if he could help it.
“I have an idea,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“I want to watch the picture,” she said, “and I want to make love.”
“How?”
“You won’t be able to see the picture,” she told him. “I will, but you won’t. I guess that’s the price you pay in return for the five hundred dollars. See what I mean?”
He saw what she meant.
“It won’t be too great a sacrifice,” she said. “You’ve seen most of the movie already. Now I want you to kiss me while I watch the rest of it.”
“I get it.”
“You know what I want you to do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And it’s fair, isn’t it? I don’t want you to miss the show but there’s no help for it. I’m paying you, after all. Lots of money. Five hundred dollars.”
“I understand.”
The man and the woman had finished, and they were now both cavorting in the water. The camera examined them in the distance but there was not much to see.
Then a young girl came into camera range. Now the young girl is undressing and the camera is watching her. She is a very lovely young girl and seems to be very young. She wears no makeup and her breasts are small.
She is nude now and the camera is busy examining her body.
Shot of the faces of the man and the woman. They are looking at the girl and they seem interested.
Shot of man’s face alone.
Subtitle: SHE’S A PRETTY ONE.
Shot of woman’s face.
Subtitle: WE COULD HAVE FUN WITH HER.
The two of them swim madly for shore. They clamber up on the bank and run for her.