Susan Carter - The hidden camera

Nancy frowned. They way everyone was dressed and… more than that… the loose, almost insolent way so many people were acting… the way men and women pawed one another. She looked around her for a face she would recognize. "Say, what's the name of this film we're going to see?" she asked suddenly, her instincts coming to life under the constant barrage of suggestive sights.

A man, shouldering by with his hands full of drinks, paused and eyed Nancy before saying, "It's called, Scorpio Sex Rites."

Nancy opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the man was gone, already lost in the crowd. Nancy twisted around, feeling one of her breasts crushed against a man's arm. She couldn't see anyone she knew. She tried to go against the flow of the crowd and she saw she was working her way to where Rita stood laughing with several men. Tom, a drink in one hand, was a few feet away, shaking hands with someone who looked important. She got to Rita's side and leaned to talk in her ear. "Rita… I mean… what kind of a movie is this premiere we're going to see?"

Rita looked surprised. "Didn't I tell you? It's called, Scorpio Sex Rites."

Again, she leaned next to Rita's ear. "Is it a sex film?"

"Yeah, sure. Didn't I tell you?"

"A real one… a real sex film?"

Rita shouted back. "Yeah! It was made in San Francisco. Real hard-core. Tom's representing these people who are fronting a theater operation here. Big money."

Nancy was too stunned to say anything. She let the crowd gradually part them. She felt she had to get off somewhere… a bathroom or something… for awhile and be by herself and think. Should she be doing this? The question demanded answering. She was feeling good and had too much to drink, but… should she be doing this?

She had read enough in the papers and magazines and discussed it enough with Allan to have a good idea of what she was in for if she saw the movie. She imagined she knew what they were like. One night, Allan had talked about the two of them going to see one. Finally, he ruled against it, deciding it wasn't right. Nancy felt she had to agree with him, still… there was always that lingering longing… just once… just to see one and find out what it was about.

The temptation was too much. Nancy's face was flushed with excitement as she drained her glass and made her way to the nearest bar. After all… she always had a perfect out… she didn't know what she was seeing… besides, if it got too rough, she could always leave…

She found her pulse pounding in her wrist with an excitement so intense it almost made her giddy! With a blink of amazement, she realized she hadn't felt so alive in years. She threaded her way along with the crowd, tossing her mane of lamp-black hair, eagerly sipping at her drink. With the exception of Tom and Rita Nelson, she didn't know a soul at the party. They would never say anything.

On a wild impulse, she decided to see the movie. A drink in her hand, she avidly followed the flow of the crowd at the party. It seemed that everyone was mounting the stairs, heading to the upper floors. Eagerly, trying to be unobtrusive, Nancy went with them.

The top floor of the brownstone had been converted into one large room. All the walls had been knocked out and folding chairs had been lined up. The room filled rapidly and Nancy found a seat, looking around with a thrill going through her. In the back of the room was a projector, loaded with film and ready to go. The room filled quickly and people talking and drinking and smoking. Nancy caught a glimpse of Tom and Rita filing into the room with some other people.

The lights dimmed and the talking subsided. A young man stood up in front of a screen. "Here it is, what you've all been waiting for. Scorpio Sex Rites. It is a new breakthrough in experimental films."

A ripple of laughter and a few catcalls came from the crowd. The lights dimmed fast and the talking subsided and everyone, Nancy included, sat quiet and attentive, their eyes glued to the white screen that glowed slightly in the dark.

A cone of bright light stabbed the dark, smoke filled air. A murmur ran through the audience as the title: SCORPIO SEX RITES flashed on the screen in lurid red letters. Nancy tried to huddle low in her seat, grinning with excitement. She knew she was doing something she shouldn't… and it was exciting. She caught her breath and tensed as a girl, in living color, flashed on the screen.

Nancy had never seen anything so bold and lewd in her life. A girl stood up on the screen with her hands on her naked hips. She had clothes on, but very little, as she brazenly grinned at the camera. Her upper face was hidden behind a black mask, but the lower part, including her scarlet lips, were clearly visible. The girl was wearing a black cape that was thrown back over her naked shoulders, revealing her big breasts in all their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were dark and taut, tilting upward. Her whole body was naked except for a black garter belt and long black stockings that clung like silken flesh to her voluptuous fleshy thighs. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes and long black gloves, and in one gloved hand, she idly flicked a whip.

The masked girl grinned at the camera and slowly, wantonly, licked her lips. Teasingly, the camera took in her figure, moving in for a close-up of her jutting mound of Venus and her wedge of black pubic hair. Lewdly, as if on command, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the camera. Nancy watched, eyes wide, drink forgotten, as the girl's cuntal lips parted with a velvety spread permitting everyone to see the moisture glistening there that betrayed her obscene excitement.

The camera pulled back to take in all of her naked voluptuousness. Her breasts were big and high-riding and thrust out boldly. A cruel smile was on her masked face as she said, "Welcome to the temple of Scorpio Sex Rites. My name is Hilda. I shall be your guide."

The masked girl turned, with the camera getting an exciting shot of her nakedly rounded buttocks. She pointed beyond to a lushly ripened young blonde who was sprawled seductively on a bed. The girl looked so tenderly young… so defenseless! The masked girl strode across the room, the camera following her as she walked to the bed. Her big breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air and cracked above the bed where the blonde girl, who looked barely fifteen, cowered in real fear. The whip snaked through the air again, snapping itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach.

The camera lingered over the frightened child for a moment as she pressed her legs together and tried to huddle over, away from Hilda's whip and the prying camera. Again the whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by the tip of the whip and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's snowy white thigh. "No… nnnnnnno!" she murmured, and looking fearfully beyond the camera, she cried out, "help me… someone help me!" Again the whip hissed angrily, and the girl gave a little whimpering cry. Nancy watched with the rest of the audience as the naked young body jumped and recoiled, her ripely budding breasts jumping and quivering. The whip cracked, the child screamed in pain as another wild red welt appeared on her shoulder and arm.

"Do as I say!" It was the voice of the masked Hilda.

The young blonde, her breath coming fast, her body trembling, her breasts heaving, closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Roll over on your back!" The whip flicked through the air and snapped like a rifle shot over the bed.

Obediently, the girl rolled over on her back, her legs tightly held together, her eyes shut tight. The camera seemed to gloat over her nakedly helpless figure and the two angry, scarlet welts on her creamy white sun.