TIFFANY: I’m too tired for guessing games, Neil.
NEIL: Freddie.
TJFFANY: Freaky Freddie?
NEIL: Freaky Freddie.
TIFFANY: Don’t tell me. What’s on his mind?
NEIL: Now what the hell you think’s on his mind?
TIFFANY: Oh not now. I’m just not ready for him. I haven’t even had a bath.
NEIL: Hey, you know the score. When he’s ready, he’s ready, and right now he’s ready.
TIFFANY: I’ve got to get my head on straight. Tell him have him call back in twenty minutes.
NEIL: Now! Twenty minutes, he’ll beat off and save the money.
TIFFANY: Christ, Neil -
NEIL: I said it’s now, baby. Now straighten your head up and let’s get it on.
TIFFANY: (Groans) Okay, five minutes, stall him for live.
NEIL: I’ll give you three.
Click.
LIVINGSTON: Tape PC-2, same subjects, one-thirteen P.M.
Click.
TIFFANY: Hello.
NEIL: You ready?
TIFFANY: I guess. This won’t win any prizes.
NEIL: I’m looking at a bill-and-a—half, not any Academy Awards. I’m patching you in now.
Click.
FREDDIE: H-h-h-hello?
TIFFANY: (Very softly) Hello Freddie.
FREDDIE: I, uh, h-h-how you b-b-been?
TIFFANY: Just fine, and you?
FREDDIE: Okay.
TIFFANY: Freddie, guess who I’ve got here with me?
FREDDIE: (Excited) I d-d-don’t know. I g-g-give up.
TIFFANY: My photographer friend.
FREDDIE: Y-y-you mean the one w-w-with
TIFFANY: The redhead, Freddie, with the big tits.
FREDDIE: Oh y-y-yeah.
TIFFANY: She’s shooting for Penthouse this time.
FREDDIE: P-P-Penthouse?
TIFFANY: She looks really wild today. She’s wearing a silver, uh, lamé jumpsuit.
FREDDIE: W-w-with z-z-zippers?
TIFFANY: All the way down the front. Why don’t you just relax Freddie? Lay back and relax and let it happen, baby. You have some music on?
FREDDIE: B-B-Berlioz.
TIFFANY: Perfect.
FREDDIE: Are the z-z-zippers p-p-pulled down?
TIFFANY: Give me time, honey.
The zipper goes all the way down the front. And...
she’s zipping it down,
now...
real slowly,
down...
down
It’s spreading open, Freddie. I can
just see.
Oh, wow, I can see the edge...
of her nipples.
The suit zips aaaall the way down
and under, you know?
When it’s open, Freddie,
you can see it all.
FREDDIE: W-w-what else?
TIFFANY: You know what I’m wearing, Freddie? She brought it. It’s black,.
silk, very thin silk,
with beige lace
across my tits...
and on the bottom, too. Just under my hair. And you know what’s under it, Freddie?
FREDDIE: W-w-what?
TIFFANY: A white garter belt
and white stockings.
Sheer white stockings.
Her zipper’s pulled down
below her stomach
I can just see...
I can see the edge of her hair,
bright red,
curling over the slit in the zipper...
FREDDIE: The p-p-pop-p-poppers, d-d-don’t forget. TIFFANY: Oh, wait until I tell you about that.
She has this, this special little inhaler. It has two little tubes,
one for each nostril.
She’s breaking the poppers,
putting them in the tubes...
and.. . she’s
waving it...
waving it under my nose.
Oh! Oh, my God, Freddie... I’m tingling...
tingling all over. Even my skin is tingling...
and my tits are hard . ..
hard like you, Freddie.
My pussy
feels like it’s going to
FREDDIE: C-c-cunt. . . say c-c-cunt, I love it w-w-when...
TIFFANY: My cunt
is burning up.
It’s throbbing
It feels like it’s . . . it’s
vibrating
and getting wet.
I’m getting ready and
she’s beginning to shoot,
she’s straddling me.
Can you hear it, Freddie, the camera?
Sound of camera discharging.
FREDDIE: Oh yeah . . . I hear it
TIFFANY: She’s making me
spread my legs. And she’s
kneeling
in between them . .
leaning over.
Her knee is so close
1 can feel the heat of her body. I I’m going to just
move down a little..
maybe just, touch it against her... But she’s moving away, her knee is moving away.
I can’t stand...
Oh Freddie, she’s pulling down one of the straps
on the...
the...
oh, oh.. . on the negligee, sliding the lace over my nipples.
Back and forth.
Jesus, I’m hard.
It feels...
I feel.
like I have a volcano between my legs... shivering
ready to explode,
with hot lava.
She’s got the negligee down.
My tits are free.
They’re so hard and pointing up at her. And now she’s
taking my hand...
putting my fingers in her mouth,
sucking them
She’s leaning over.. . her tits.
are rubbing mine.
God.
Oh, God, Freddie,
she’s taking my fingers, putting them on our tits
making me squeeze them,
together,
and putting my other hand,
moving it down,
down,
Freddie. . . I’m touching it. All warm and wet,
swollen,
swelling up.
Oh, yeah, she’s doing me
with her hand on mine.
I can’t tell who’s doing...
doing what to who.
She’s zipping the jumpsuit down
It’s taking her forever.
Urn... okay.. .I can see it,
I can see the top
of her cunt.
She’s slipping out of it, taking It off. Jesus.
She’s moving up on me.
Her cunt,..
Oh, God, Freddie, her cunt is just... just kind of brushing my tits.
And it’s so soft.
sooo soft,
like feathers, Freddie,
and my tit is wet from her.
I want to come, Freddie...
FREDDIE: Not y-y-yet, no!
TIFFANY: She’s sitting down on it.
My nipple is...
God, it’s inside her.
She’s moving,
back and forth
and my
fit
is fucking her, Freddie...
Oh, yeah,
oh yeah,
I’m so hard, Freddie,
my cut is standing up . . . like your cock.
Are you hard, Freddie, good and hard?
FREDDIE: Y-y-yes...
TIFFANY: She’s rolling over on her side.
Taking my hand,
putting my fingers inside me,
moving them...
in and out...
in
and out...
and she has my other hand
on her cunt.
I’m stroking her
and she’s moving
back and forth
faster
faster
and I’m moving my hand in and out of me
with her.
She’s rubbing me
she’s right on it and rubbing...
everybody’s together, moving together. Jesus, Freddie, she’s getting off,
she’s moving real fast and
her mouth,
her mouth is wide open.
She’s
going
to come, and so...
so...
so...
Freddie, I can’t wait. Don’t make me wait.
She’s coming, Freddie.
She’s coming.
FREDDIE!: Oh yeah,
oh yeah,
oh yeah...
TIFFANY: Here it comes, Freddie,
here it comes, Freddie.
Ohhh, Freddie,
obhh, Freddie.
Ohhh,
ohhh,
Freddie...
Freddie...
Freddie . . . Freddie, Freddie, Freddie, Freddie...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.. . AHHHH Freddie cried out with her, a pinched, tight squeal,
caught in the constrictions of his throat, and ending in a whimpering sigh.
Pause.
The tape was quiet except for the sounds of their laboured breathing and an occasional sigh.
TIFFANY: Jesus, that was good.
It was really good. How about you Freddie? How was it for you?
Pause.
TIFFANY: Freddie?
More heavy breathing.
FREDDIE: (Groans) Oh, God.
TIFFANY: Tell me about it, Freddie. I could get off again, you know that, if you just tell me how it was.