Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

"Oh." Darlene couldn't think of anything to say, and her mouth hung open in confusion.

A slight breeze of fresh air just then caused her to glance toward the office's outer door, in time to see Doctor Parker rushing in. He looked around, and nodded, satisfied, then turned to Jenny. "That's okay, Jenny, I can handle it from here." He strode over to the projector as the young receptionist left the room, and proceeded to set the film that he had brought with him into the machine. "Darlene," he tossed back over his shoulder, "I want you to have your pad ready to take notes of this session… You will record the Ballards' reactions to the movie… particularly Mr. Ballard's."

"Yes, Doctor Parker."

"And now," he turned to face her, the loading of the film complete, "I suggest we adjourn to the next room…"

"But, why, Doctor Parker… aren't I supposed to be in here to take notes…?"

"Yes, but for now we'll go into the adjoining room." Then, in response to her questioning look, "You'll see why, my dear… you'll see!" he soothed.

"Come right on in, Darlene… and make yourself comfortable, This…" he gestured,"… is our special examination room. As you can see, this room has some very special features which you can look at while I go and get you some coffee," he excused himself.

Alone now, Darlene looked curiously around her, and immediately noted a viewing panel of two-way glass that looked into the Doctor's inner office. Through it she could see the entire room, including the movie screen and the couch on which the Ballard couple, having just been ushered in by Jenny, seated themselves. She moved closer to the mirror, staring at the couple who she was about to observe, but turned rapidly as the door behind her opened to let in Doctor Parker with a coffee pot and a cup.

"Well, how are you getting along, Darlene?… And, how do you like our special mirror?" He moved to the table and set down the pot and cup. "There, that'll keep you." He turned then, and moved a chair in front of the two-way viewing glass, motioning for her to sit down. "Now, remember what I said… You will record all the reactions of the Ballard couple in there especially Harold Ballard… Understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Parker," the newest Parker Clinic employee murmured.

"Good. I'll leave you now and join my patients."

Through the mirror, Darlene saw Doctor Parker greet Mr. and Mrs. Ballard, then explain what they were going to try in this session. A mutual nod of agreement heralded the dimming of the lights, and a moment later the title flickered on the screen, A STAR IS BORN, and then the credits followed in rapid succession.

The movie, it was explained, was about making a movie, the setting carrying out that explanation by appearing as a movie set. Against one wall, having her make-up repaired, leaned the star of the movie, a beautiful young woman who bore a striking resemblance to Darlene herself. All around were the customary minor actors and camera crews, and at center stage stood the director, shouting and gesturing his orders…

"Okay, Dennis, get in position!" ordered the gruff scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Dennis was a tall slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for the slave-girl to take her eyes off him.

"Right, now you know the sequence kid, so try not to screw it up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you've never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful right? Okay, as soon as Maurine gets her queenly ass on the throne, she'll nod at you and you serve her a drink from the tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot, so she stands up and as you take off her robe, remember after that, you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girt? Where the hell is the fucking slave-girl?"

"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.

"She's new at this," advised the producer from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her, okay?"

In the adjoining room, Darlene stared in astonishment at the movie. A movie about a movie, she thought. Well, that's one way of doing it! Curiously, she glanced over on the couch at the Ballard couple, but saw nothing to take notes on.

"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look, honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't want to share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you aren't in a position to protest, got it? But that doesn't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you've got to do, stand there and took irritated, and we'll give you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"

This was the moment Lana had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she seemed to ask herself why in the world she didn't tell this foulmouthed, cigar-chomping idiot what he could do with his stupid movie and walkout of the studio. But no, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment.

Her coralline pointed little nipples were barely concealed by the ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly up thrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jewel shield that inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.

But it had to be done, and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.

"Okay, let's roll 'em! Slaves, in position! Maurine, make your entrance!"

Behind the see-through mirror, Darlene mentally shook herself, roughly chastising herself for paying more attention to the movie than to the couple watching it in the next room. A quick glance told her that the movie was finally having an effect; from the dim light of the projector, she could see mounting lust in their faces, and their bodies fidgeted restlessly on the sofa.

The slave girt drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, while Dennis, the other slave actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Maurine, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles.

The queen walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded imperiously to Dennis, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid. The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts.