Carole Wilson - Video Games

"Setting up for a couple of shots. If it turns out as usual, it'll end up in a party." He chuckled lightly and motioned with his free hand for Stephan to follow him, an invitation that he readily accepted. Anything to get away from Basil. Stephan felt uncomfortable, acutely so, as though again he was getting more than he'd bargained for, but there wasn't any way he could see of getting out of it. He had an inkling that they were setting up for more nude scenes, but now that he was here, what was he supposed to do? Leave? Have his brother think him a hen-pecked conservative prude?

"Here you go, pal." Basil handed him a double bourbon on the rocks.

He was about to refuse, but on second consideration, reasoned one drink or two wouldn't make any difference. Besides he could use it, he told himself; he had a bad case of the jitters at the thought of those filthy movies on his bookshelf at home. Christ! I should have put them in my filing cabinet. Gillian keeps her magazines on that top shelf.

And if she found, them…he took a sip of his drink. Well, he didn't want to think about that right now.

It took only minutes for the ice cubes to rattle emptily in the bottom of the glass and, not missing his cue, Basil was at hand, as always, with another bottle that tilted and gurgled into Stephan's empty glass.

Appreciatively, Stephan raised the cool rim to his lips, nodding at Basil who stood close to him, glued to his body wherever he went, like the right half of Siamese twins.

"Sure is nice to know that Frank has a brother who's a real swinger."

His eyes lifted to the director, Frank, now on the top rung of the ladder where he was reaching overhead to replace one of the light bulbs in the strobe fixture. Basil stared up at him, admiringly, "He sure is one hell of a guy, that Frank…"

He was interrupted by the sight of a young girl, probably no more than eighteen, emerging from the dressing room adjacent to the large empty room cluttered with tripods, lights, and cameras, and now a large woodframed waterbed.

Stephan felt a sharp, bony elbow mash into his ribs. "How ya' like the looks of that stuff, eh, Stephan? Our fun for the night," Basil said with a wink.

The tall, lithe blonde, her luminous green eyes sparkling nodded. "Hi!

My name is Kitty."

"And I'm Stephan."

"Pleased to meet ya, Stephan."

"Hello down there!" called Frank from the top rung of the ladder. "I'm havin' a few problems here with this circuit, so make yourself comfortable. It may be a while."

She looked up at him and nodded.

"Have a seat and a drink. Have you met my brother yet?"

"Sure have! He's a real groovy cat, Frank," she said, licking her lips and sticking out one narrow hip to rest the palm of her hand on.

"Anybody got a joint?" Kitty's green eyes surveyed the negatively shaking heads of the three men.

"What a drag," her mouth twitched with disappointment. "Tell you what, if somebody'll give me a lift to my folks' house I'll bring back a couple of reefers. Just got some good shit from a friend of mine who just came back from Columbia."

With a double bourbon to bolster his courage and erase any tremor of guilt, Stephan, anxious to get away from Basil, sat his empty glass on a filing cabinet and said boldly, "I'd be happy to give you a ride, Kitty. I don't smoke the stuff myself though," he admitted sheepishly.

So with Basil and brother Frank exchanging knowing looks and smirks of suspicion, Stephan held the door open for the teenager to slip through.

Basil watched from the window overlooking the street as the Mercedes revved to life.

"That brother of yours doesn't know what he's getting himself into."

Basil climbed three rungs of the ladder, just high enough to hand a bourbon and water to the movie director who smiled down at his comradein-sin.

"Do him good," he muttered, still looking upward toward the burned-out light. "He hasn't had any extracurricular cunt since he married that little wife of his. She's one hell of a looker, but she's so uptight.

Needs a little loosening up." He looked down at Basil who had climbed down the ladder. "Maybe the old Steve needs a good piece of Kitty's cunt. She can show him how to set his old lady straight!"

God, Kitty was a sexy broad, Stephan thought as he forced himself to keep his eyes off her huge jiggling titties and curvaceous asscheeks.

He'd never seen such luscious tits on a girl her age before, and his mouth watered at the thought of what it would be like to suck her little nipples till they grew hot and throbbing in his mouth. Jesus Christ, he caught himself, he would just have to keep his mind off of it until he got her safely back to the studio.

But Stephan was all too aware of Kitty's body next to him in the car to ignore her, even though she sat next to the opposite door. She'd made no effort to pull down her skirt when she got into the car. Her wellshaped thighs were really something to look at, he thought, and the hugely billowing young titties beneath her sweater gave ample evidence that she had not bothered to wear a bra. From the looks of things, he'd be willing to bet that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Despite his efforts these thoughts and images of the nude movie film of this provocative high school girl brought stirring life to Stephan's cock.

He knew he was tensing up, knew his cock was beginning to swell painfully…but hell, she was only a kid, what the hell did she know?

God, that's all he needed now-a hard-on! And with this young girl, too. 18 years old!

It was he who broke the silence. "Is acting a summertime job for you, Kitty?"

"Oh, no. I've been an actress since I was four years old. My mother started me doing commercials as soon as I could talk. After that I started doing a few shots here and there in soap operas and then just this year I started this other business." She pulled her hairbrush out of her leather handbag and dragged it through her wealth of straight blonde hair, wincing as she struggled with a snarl.

"What do you mean by 'this business?'" His curiosity overcame his reasoning, as if foreknowledge already held the answer for him.

"Fuck films."

"W-what?" Stephan couldn't believe her brazen attitude.

"Yeah. My dad's the one who got me involved in this business. He's my agent. Money's good. The way my dad and me got it all figured out, I'll be able to retire when I'm twenty-one." Her red polished nails scraped the bottom of her handbag till she found a stick of gum which she tore in half. Chewing with an open mouth, she carefully wrapped the other half in its wrapper and tucked it back in purse. She crossed her arms in her lap.

"Your father is your agent?" Stephan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yeah. You square or somethin'?"

I'm beginning to wonder, thought the young husband to himself. I can't believe my brother is risking his business and career for such a wild youngster as this! He must be crazy! Christ, I wish she'd pull her skirt down, it's nearly up to her waist now.

"You married?" He turned to her, just as she put on her heavy sunglasses. She was beautiful.

"Yeah, I'm married."

"Do you and your wife fuck alot?"

"Do we what?"

"Get it on. You know," she said sarcastically, pronouncing each word with articulation. "Fuck. F-U-C-K. Fuck!"

Stephan could feel his face redden, "Yes, we fuck."

"Are you a swinger?" And then noticing his indecision at the traffic light, she pointed a long tanned arm to the right. "Take the next exit from there a right onto Blossomtree lane, first house on the left."

Stephan glanced over his shoulder to check the evening traffic, which for some miraculous reason, was all headed in the opposite direction.

Good thing, too, he thought. That was an illegal turn and all I need is to get stopped with this young piece of ass in my car. She'd probably proposition the policeman.