"Oh, I'm going to meet my boy friend. He's rented a place down here to do some shooting… pictures, that is," she added with a nervous giggle. "And I've come to meet him."
"What's the address?" he wanted to know.
"Oh, it's Mission – 2299 Mission. Can you help me find it?" It was said not out of flirtation, and the man complied out of more than sympathy.
"You're a pretty brave girl running around these streets at night." One of the Dobermans gave a conceding yap. Julie kept a safe three foot distance between her nippable legs and the dogs. As they made the corner, the hopeful blonde walked with her head just a touch higher as she turned away from the man, the building now in sight. She knew his eyes were on her, watching the sway of her hips as she made her way to the side entrance of the warehouse.
"Should be an elevator inside, lady. Want me to wait?"
"Oh, that's okay," assured Julie. "I'm sure that something happens, you'll hear a scream. Besides, Roy is expecting me," she lied.
"Please… this isn't my territory, and somebody'll have my ass if they catch me off the block, but please, I can't let a pretty lady like you go into this building alone… just as far as the elevator." His dark eyes twinkled with fatherly concern.
"Okay, thank you, thank you," Julie was delighted. The guard opened the old-fashioned gate and pressed the button for her. She waved through the webbed-glass window at him, exuberant that in minutes she would be with Roy. There was apprehension, too, for she'd never been involved in his work to the degree of feeling comfortable around his models, especially the nude ones, and for an ominous moment, she felt as if she were prying into his private life.
Julie got off at the third floor and pushed open the creaking iron gate of the elevator and stepped out into a long hallway with several closed doors lining the walls. Tip-toeing down the hallway, she peered at the doors that had no numbers, now totally confused and wishing that she'd let the guard help her find her way. At the L in the hallway, she craned her neck to the side, waiting to hear a whisper or music, anything to tell her people were still in the building: certain she'd detected a faint giggle behind the door directly to her left, she stopped and felt her body collide into something hard and yielding.
"Ohhh," Julie sucked in her breath and looked startle eyed into the face of Shelly. "My God, you scared me."
"To say nothing of what you did to me," answered the suave actor, a salacious smirk on his face. "Can I help you… are you looking for someone?"
Julie let her upheld fingers drop from her mouth and answered, "Yes, I'm looking for Roy. Do you know where I might find him?"
"Roy… sure, I know Roy. He's back there," he returned with a half-laugh that set Julie on edge. "Just go to the door at the end and walk right in. It's not locked. There's a waiting room that doubles as a dressing area. Just have a seat and Roy will be right with you," he sadistically added in retribution for Roy stepping on his territory with Samantha tonight. "It might be a while, but he'll find you."
Julie thanked her benefactor and confidently strolled down the hallway to the door and opening it, slipped in unheard and made herself comfortable in the dressing room where a sofa and easy chair were the only furniture. And those were tattered.
An unexpected chill coursed down her spine as she sat cross-legged on the sofa, her purse at her side; she stared at the sequined bikinis hanging from crude hooks on the walls, the feather headresses and see-through nighties, and tried to imagine herself feeling at case in such a seductive costume. Julie couldn't. A cautious afterthought piqued her confidence; maybe she shouldn't have come here. Maybe this was too private a place to talk to Roy. But she was here now, and no way was she going to walk back to her car unattended.
She picked up a magazine, last week's Time and read an article on how pornography was sweeping the country from the West coast to the East, and that soothed her abhorrence of Roy's involvement in it. If everybody was doing it for money, she reasoned after scanning the article, then certainly he could, too. Perhaps she had been too clutching with him. A nag?
When the article was read and the magazine thrown carelessly to the floor, Julie glanced at her watch and then at the door that separated the dressing room from the shooting area. At first she thought her eyes were tired from reading without her glasses, but she soon recognized it as fatigue. Yes, it had been a rather grueling day, hadn't it?
Where was Roy anyway? she thought as she stretched out on the sofa and, substituting her marshmallow soft handbag for a pillow, found it welcomingly comfortable. Julie just couldn't stay awake any longer, so she turned over on her side, crossed her arms over her chest for warmth and let her eyes close. She tried to stay awake as long as she could, thinking Roy would be coming through that door any second, but after a few minutes, she was sound asleep, dreaming of a happy reunion with her boy friend.
Behind that door Samantha and Roy were giggling softly, talking over the day's shooting. Man, everything had gone well. Shelly got it up and kept it there, for a change… something that's not easy for any man with a line of lights beating down on his head and people directing him to "Move the right leg left and wrap his arm around her waist… now, lower… lower, so we can get a look at those tits of hers…" God, no, porno films were not so easily done. Now, all the equipment was unplugged and waiting for tomorrow's shoot.
They were lying on the bed now, the scene of today's shooting, still hot and damp with sweat and cum. Roy cupped Samantha's soft undulating buttocks in his hands, pinching the soft flesh between his fingers.
"You are a hell of an actress, you know that?" he asked, getting up from the bed to grab the half-empty wine bottle from the floor near the ladder. She took the chance to make a dash for her cigarettes before they got too involved to want to move.
Bottle of wine in hand, he pulled the giggling Samantha over to the bed, collapsing heavily himself and then bringing the girt down onto his knees. His hand slipped quickly under her robe, rising rapidly to the soft nylon covered mound of pubic hair between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he murmured into her ear. "You're gonna get it tonight. Flinging those ass cheeks in front of my face all day," he teased. "Or maybe you would rather I let Shelly have you for the night…"
"Oh, come on! Shelly's not such a hot lay. He's big, but he doesn't know how to use it." She pulled an extra-long cigarette from the pack and let it dangle from her lips, greasy with lipstick, waiting for a light. "Come on, light my cigarette. What do you think I am? Liberated?" She giggled, wiggling her hips so that her bottom came in contact with the hard upstanding head of Roy's cock, barely contained by the stretched cotton of his Levi's.
"Oh, Roy… damn!"
"Yeah… like that?" His hand slipped under the leg band of her scanty rhinestone-studded panties and making wet, teasing contact with the soft red pussy that already started to moisten at his touch.
As he started a slow teasing rhythm in the narrow smooth fleshed slit, Roy could feel the heat of the girl's thighs pressing tightly together against his hand and arm. The wet, sensitive flesh throbbed gently beneath his moving fingers, the softness of her pubic curls tickling sensuously against his flattened palm.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "God, but you've got experienced fingers! Sure you've been a photographer all your life?"