Chapter 1

The Contract

 

"Sally Ann, glad you could come over," the balding, overweight man said, as Sally Ann entered his office, he stood up, and shook her hand.

"Hi Bob, what have you got, for me?" she asked.

Sally Ann was a late thirty something actress turned producer and director of blue movies. She had a large man-made bust, which she was proud of, and displayed it with style, something she had learned as she rose through the ranks, to become the well-respected producer, she was.

The blue film industry had been good to her, and she was intelligent, and by investing some of her wages from her films, she now had her own blue movie studio. She lived on a large ranch with her mother, and seven sisters.

Sissy, Sally Ann's mother, had lost her husband in a pub brawl, and she had, had several affairs, as she put it, 'I fuck for fun, and it pays well.'

Sissy was hard headed, and a strong character, which did not go down well with a local landowner, who was buying up all the land locally. He wanted her land, but she was determined not to sell out to him. She maintained that he killed her husband, to get his hands on her farm, he had not been prosecuted because of lack of evidence, and without clear evidence as to who had the knife; it was labelled as a pub brawl, death by misadventure.

She scrimped and scraped, and gave her body to the itinerant hands that worked for her, and used her womanly charms, to save money; bonuses were often paid, in kind. She worked just as hard as any man on her farm, and got respect, because of it. She was likened to a pioneer woman, tough as nails, hard and honest, yet there was no denying she was a caring woman. She brought up the girls in a strict regime, they all had good manners and were obedient, and had a strong family bond, because of the love Sissy showed them, and gave each one of them. She was the type of woman who got what she went for, and always got what she wanted, woe betide anyone who stood in her way.

The day after the brawl, the man she accused of killing her husband visited her, to buy her land, now that she would not be able to run it. She stood there a broken shot gun in the crook of her elbow, but loaded, and told him to get off her land. No-one knows if it was loaded with lead pellets, or rock salt, but they all agree she would have used it, if he had not backed down, hence the vendetta, between them.

Having been brought up in a liberal household, it came as no surprise that Sally Ann, an outgoing, open minded, and pretty, young lady, had entered the adult entertainment business.

Sally Jane, came next, she worked the farm and was the driver for the film studio.

Sally Jo, short for Josephine, was perhaps the most intelligent; she had become a scientist, working in Genetics, and Biochemistry.

Sally Jack, short for Jacqueline, the next eldest, had joined Sissy on the farm, she had studied martial arts, and was a black belt in them, and had won several trophies, in contests.

Sally Joan came next she worked on the farm, and then Sally Amber, who also worked on the farm.

Sally Jasmine, and Sally Alexandria, Alex for short, along with Sally Jean, who had recently left college, all worked on the farm, with Sissy.

Sally Ann now sat facing the man in his office to review a script.

"This was handed to me by a friend, I like it, it has a good story, well thought out and planned, but I have three productions on the go, and I can't afford the time, to make it. There are several things that are not practical, or beyond belief, so I believe. I have budgeted seven hundred and fifty thousand for it. I wondered if you fancied going in with me as Director, and co-producer, producing it, at your studio?" he asked sitting back in his chair.

"Hum, can I have a couple of days, to read it? There isn't any hurry, is there?" she asked.

"No problem, ring me, say, Tuesday, is that alright, with you?" he asked, after checking his diary.

"OK, I'll do that," she replied, got up and left.

Sally Ann went to her office, and handed it to one of her sisters to read, and make comments on, after she had read it.

"Hi Bob you're on, but I think more like eight hundred to nine hundred thousand, and put me in for half," Sally Ann said, the next Tuesday, when she rang him.

"Everything checked, I mean, are you happy that some of the scenes will work?" he asked.

"Yes, it can be done, on the whole, but I need a volunteer to try out certain things. As you said they seem impossible, but if they work, it will make the film. The only problem is the costs, hence my higher figure, unless we can get the writer to be a willing, guinea pig. It is that or he loses the contract, they put the scenes in, so they can prove it possible, construction isn't a problem, but finding a willing actor, will be. You could be looking at double or treble fees, so the writer becomes the guinea pig, or loses the contract," she said laughing.

"You crafty bitch, I'll leave it up to you. You said construction, what construction, I meant some of the positions they have sex in, seem impossible," he said, also smiling.

"Bob you should know better than to question me. I know you are concerned about the woman in the box. The one where he chats her up, takes home, and fucks her. She is a contortionist, and he asks if she can fit in the box sized cage, she smiles at him, and gets in, to prove she can. He closes the door trapping her inside, and then fucks the arse off her, well Bob I do have a contortionist, and I will ask her, if it is possible. I see no reason why not, as long as her cunt is available, he could finger it, lick it, and then probe it with his dick.

I will ask her if Jonathan, her partner, is willing, and if she will do it with him, OK, he has a big dick, and it should reach. Then the one where she has her legs around his neck. That one is difficult, he would need a very short body, Alf would be my choice, and he is quite a character. Angelica would be able to put her legs behind his head, and sit on his cock, she is tall, and he is what three feet six inches tall, so it is possible.

I was never into this political correct stuff, he is a dwarf, what the fuck, is that now limited stature, no, height challenged, fuck it, he is a dwarf, and he will tell you that. I once had a go at him for not doing as I asked, 'Hey cunt, I might not be able to kick you in the cunt, but by god your fucking shin, will hurt,' he said, we both laughed.

I apologised, and told him what I needed, 'Why the fuck didn't you say so, get me a fucking ladder,' he said, why, I asked him, you are supposed to be licking her clit, not fucking her, and she is tall I agree, but not that tall, just bury your head in her clit. I told him, 'OK, as long as she blows, and not sucks.' he said. I lost half a day's filming, we laughed so much, even after two hours, when he went to lick her clit, the crew burst out laughing, just at the thought of him disappearing up her cunt, if she sucked," She told him.

"No wonder you are so successful, I would be at screaming pitch losing half a day's production, you just accepted it, and laughed," he said.

"It was in the can early, they worked much better after that, and every take was in the can, relax Bob, life is too short. There is nothing that can't be done, if you think hard enough, and try," Sally Ann said.

A few thousand mile away I was sat at my computer dreaming up a new story, which I thought might make a good film, but I had a mental block, my mind was not on the story line, it was a few thousand miles away in California, wondering if my friend had passed the story on to the producer, as he said he would do, and what the outcome, would be. I got up and made another coffee, and sat back down, when my phone rang.

"Hello, Colin Smith, here," I said.

"Hi there, you don't know me. I have been handed your manuscript, and wondered if you would like to come to Los Angeles to sign the contract, expenses paid, of course. It isn't unusual for the writer to be involved in the shooting, they know what they dreamt," Sally Ann said.

"I-well-I-yes-when, you mean you are going to make it into a film, j-just let me come back to earth, for a moment?" I asked excited.

"When will you be free?" she asked.

"Any time, to suit you," I replied.

"You live in Malta, don't you? Where exactly is that, Texas?" she asked, I said that I lived in the Mediterranean, "Not the one in America?" she asked me.

"No sorry, does that make a difference?" I asked, adding, "We could do it by E-Mail, couldn't we?" I asked.

"No, there is no point, I need you here," she said, and the line went quiet for a moment. "Sorted, there's a plane from there, it's that little bit of land below Italy, isn't it, I never knew there was another one, as I was saying there is a plane to Dubai, on Tuesday next week, then on to," again there was a break, "I see, you change at Seoul for LA, it will be a long journey, but it saves money, money we can put into producing the film, rather than transport, I hope you agree? I will have someone meet you at the airport, and take you to your motel, and we can meet Thursday morning at ten, again I will arrange transport for you. Don't worry, I will arrange everything, how does that sound?" she asked.

"Great, yes, that's excellent, thank you," I replied excited.

It's funny how time stands still when you are so excited, it seemed like a year had passed before I was getting on board the plane for Dubai, yet only a couple of days, had passed.

The fight was also long, very long; it seemed to take twice as long as it actually did. I was so excited at the prospect of my manuscript being made into a film.

At long last I stood on American soil, well the tunnel from the plane to the airport, customs and passport control, were no problem, and then out into the main area, and there it was, the sign. Mr. Colin Smith, held up by a very attractive young lady, as with most men, her attributes were the first thing I noticed, they stood out like two well-formed melons, and then I saw her face, and that was also very appealing. She had a lovely bright smile, and she was holding up the sign.

"Hello, Colin Smith," I said holding out my hand to her.

"Hi, yawl," she replied in her strong American accent, "I'm Jane, actually Sally Jane, but they all call me Jane, so we don't get mixed up. Is this your luggage?" she asked, and bent down to carry it.

"Yes, but I'll carry it, chivalry is not dead yet, thank you," I said taking it off her, and smiling back.

Wow she was, well the sun was shining outside, but it could have been freezing, and it would have melted to her radiant smile.

I followed her to the car, it was a big American one, and I have no idea which one, just big. She drove us to a motel, and I registered, and was directed to my room. She tagged along, just to make sure it was acceptable, it was, and she left after giving me a welcoming kiss on the cheek.

I was tired after the flight, and smiled back at her, I was mesmerised by her charm, but too tired to do anything about it, and the contract had yet to be signed. So perhaps it was wisest not to try anything, with her, I went to bed, and slept.

The next morning she picked me up as agreed, and drove me to Sally Ann's office.

It was not what I expected, but then I didn't know what to expect, the outside was a long, single story, factory looking unit, with the windows mostly bricked up or boarded up.

We parked, and we walked back a few yards to the glass fronted entrance, now this was elegant and welcoming, I wondered if they were new to this, and refurbishing as they went along.

Sally Jane led me to the reception desk, and I signed in as a visitor, and the receptionist gave me a badge, as I stood looking around, mesmerised by the opulence of the interior compared to the drab exterior. I was taken down a corridor a few offices on either side of me, they were occupied, and I guessed that they were where the windows were. It was carpeted and decorated in good taste.

Sally Jane knocked at a door with the imposing sign on it that read, Sally Ann, Director, General Manager.

We were told to enter, and it was plush. She had the biggest desk I have ever seen, with in and out trays, a drinks cabinet, a meeting table with chairs around it, and a settee, a casting couch I thought, as I saw it.

"Sorry I couldn't meet you myself yesterday, I had meetings to attend, pleased to meet you Mr. Smith. I am Sally Ann, please, take a seat," the very pretty woman said holding out her well-manicured hand to me, in greeting, "We have spoken on the phone, now Mr Smith for today I would like to get the contracts signed.

I think you'll agree that should be the first order of business. Is there something wrong?" she asked me, I must have looked stupid, my mouth open still mesmerised at the opulence of the interior, compared to the almost derelict look of the exterior.

"Oh no, please call me Colin, we will be working together. It is just the amazing difference from the outside to the inside, it could be a different world, it is beautiful, I compliment the designer," I said taking her hand, and trying to cover my shock at the difference.

"Well Colin, think about it, we make blue films, next door we have an actress doing a sex scene, with a well-developed male. So if you will think about it, had there been a window, I think the police might object to the crowd that would gather watching them, don't you? The next area is where we have a lesbian scene being shot. So we had to board up, the windows.

I agree it is not very nice to look at, but necessary. Across the corridor we have a Dominatrix with her slave, being filmed. And that is not for the feint hearted, I can tell you. Then again, we shoot your film, and the people wishing to watch it, look in through the windows, instead of buying it. How do we make money?" she asked me.

"Sorry, I am stupid, obviously, and you want the lighting as you want it, not as the sun decides. As you can tell this is new to me, sorry, I will learn, now as you were saying yes, the contract is the first order of business," I said coming back to earth, or so I thought.

She was shooting three films at this very moment, and next door a nubile sexy bitch was being fucked, and not six feet away, it slowly sank in, this was not the studio they shot 'Brave heart,' in, but two women were having sex, or about to, right at that moment, as I signed a contract, the mind boggles, well for me, it did.

"It takes a bit of getting used to, for a stranger to the scene, we shoot sex videos, so there are men and women having sex as we speak, that is what they do, and what we do, is film them, having sex. The story lines leave a lot to be desired, it feels sometimes that bit is just a link from one fuck to another, which it is, no story, just a lot of fucking.

Shall we continue, I will show you around later, everything is set up, the contracts are for ten thousand Dollars for the rights, plus expenses, providing we can agree that some scenes and props need to be verified, we need to make sure that they are physically, possible," she said.

"No problem, just tell me what you want to be verified, and I will, erm, explain" I said excited.

"Hum, that's a lot of my mind, it would have been a waste of money if they couldn't be verified, as possible," she said, smiling her gorgeous smile, easing me into a comfortable feeling, with her hypnotic eyes.

"I agree totally, but everything can be verified, I assure you of that, there is only a bit of the story that I dreamt up, as it were," I said.

"A bit, a hell of a bit, but OK, we will look into that, and I need someone to try out, certain things. That costs money, and well to be honest, we are on a tight budget, with this film. So we have to find a way of cutting costs. If we can't, then that will mean less money for the rights, because of a reduction in profits, if you see what I mean?

We budget for a film, we expect to know the costs prior to filming beginning, and if this costs more than budgeted, then we have to make cuts elsewhere, like the rights," she said smiling, and leaning back in the black leather reclining desk chair, and sucking her pen.

I looked at her, for the first time, I had seen her, but I was blinded by the first class travel and accommodation, and the offer in the first place, and I was too busy being in awe of everything. I mean not six feet away a couple were fucking their brains out, and with a dozen members of the crew, watching and filming it, wow. I was mesmerised, and I admit it. I mean Sally Jane a very sexy, busty female, with that radiant smile, enough to melt the coldest of hearts, and now I was sat facing an older woman, but a very sexy, busty female with hypnotic eyes, and a pen that became a phallic symbol, as she sucked on it absent-mindedly, or was it?

She was a business woman that was not in doubt, and a very classy one at that, slim, tall, very correct, and had a demeanour that could cut ice, yet she portrayed that she was as soft as a baby. She obviously used all her female talents, and large assets, to get what she wanted. She was a pretty woman, demure and classical in her facial features.

"Hum, I'll do whatever I can do," I said, and that opened the door for her, just as she wanted, like a fly, I was being led into her web.

"Well Colin, we normally pay up to ten thousand for these tests, but if you are willing to try out some of them, that would save a lot of money, and we could then give some of it, to you, say, fifteen thousand for the rights," she said smiling at me, with meaning.

"I was told ten and a percentage of the royalties, of course," I said greedily.

"Hum, what about ten thousand for the rights as originally stated, and say two percent of the royalties," she came back with.

"No, I think more like ten percent," I said, deciding to barter.

"Hum, I can't, there isn't that much in the profits, and I need some, it is my money after all that is paying for it to be, filmed. I'll go five per cent, but that is all, ten thousand and five percent of the profits, if, you agree to do the tests, we need doing?" she said, now leaning forward again, and resting her hands on the desk. Somehow it was not threatening, it was seductive.

With that expanse of breast hanging down, I stopped thinking and just gazed like a fool at those delicious looking water melons, the nipples hidden, but the offer of a view was what stopped me thinking. Like window dressing I was sold, and went in to buy.

"You have a deal, what are the tests?" I asked, but my mind was on those melons hanging, so temptingly.

"Hum, I, no, I won't tell you just yet. I need to think about them, and decide which we need to test, you did say that you were sure they, well," she said, and stopped.

She put her finger under my chin and lifted my face to look into her emerald eyes. All I wanted to do was get back to the main show, her breasts hanging so, oh yes, so temptingly, "They are possible?" she asked, those hypnotic eyes boring into me, mesmerising me at that point I would have jumped off a cliff, if she had asked me to, I was so far under her spell.

"Why, how do you know there are tests, if you don't know what is to be, tested?" I asked logically, I was not fully under, as she moved her finger, and I gazed once again on them.

"Oh I didn't say I didn't know. I just said I would have to think about telling you what needed testing. I will have mock ups done," she said, and sat back down, and sucked on her pen.

My cock made to rise, it was so sexually done; it was as if she were sucking on my cock.

"Then if they work the real thing. That is when I will know what actually needs to be tested, and how it should be tested. I may not tell you, just test them to get a reaction. I will need to know what reaction, the actor needs to show," she told me.

"Oh-well-erm-I-OK, I agree, but I must tell you I am not into pain. I am not a stunt man, so really; I will need to know, first," I said, fearing losing the payments, if I didn't agree.

I was lost, was I mesmerised by her beauty, and those melons, she had so temptingly hung before me? Then again that sucking of the pen, the insinuation was enough to blind me to reality. I had just agreed to do the tests. One hundred thousand words in that story, and I couldn't remember one, she was so hypnotic.

"Yes, I see," she said weighing me up, "Hum, it is about female Domination, have you ever been dominated, by a female?" she asked me, using a sexy voice tantalising me, and leaned back flicking her pen absent-mindedly, and taking a suck, just to keep me, under her spell

"Me, oh no, never," I said shocked.

"Never, I find that hard to believe. Why write a book about something you know nothing about? What about your wife, doesn't she, dominate you? I bet she does," she asked casually, looking at her pen as she flicked it.

"I-I am not married, I-I was, and no she didn't," I said, I do not stutter, but that was how she held on to me, with her sexual actions. They were innuendos, a come on, without there being one, she was good, and I was under her spell, hook, line, and sinker.

"Hum, so, what gave you this idea then, do you fancy, being dominated?" she asked still flicking her pen, taking my gaze off those luscious, deep, red lips.

"I-erm-well-I-I never thought about it," I lied.

"I see; tell me about this Principle, the main character?" she asked.

"Well, she is what you would call schizophrenic. She has two sides to her, she is a lesbian, and hates men," I said.

"Not all lesbians hate men, they just prefer women, it is quite a leap of faith," she said.

"Yes, I agree, erm, I-I, She enjoys being cruel, irrespective of sex, she is a vixen, yet she appears nice, she talks to him, she strokes his hair, softly, calmly," I said slowly, emphasising the qualities, "Then she slaps him hard, you see he is comfortable, calm, quiet, lulled into a feeling of being safe, and then, slap! He is off guard, and feels it more so; she uses her two sides to one end, causing pain, his pain." I told her.

"Yes, very good, but that doesn't come out so well in the story, but I can see it now, a slow seductive walk up to him kneeling, and she buries his head in her underbelly, soft and cuddly, then when he is almost seduced by her charm, she strikes, like a Cobra. Yes I like that, but she doesn't play a big role in it, yet she is the main female character?" she said as a question.

"She does, in as much as, she does all the pain and torture, of the guy. She controls him, and all the others, with pain, but she does it from a distance, even though the other main people are all women, she still controls them. They don't have an option, they do her bidding. Like I said, she just likes exacting pain on anyone, but especially, a male.

Her world would be filled with women, but that is another story, all she sees men as, is as a way to procreate. Their sperm is all she wants, even her mothers, the other females who procreate for her, if you like, are criminals in her world, their punishment, is not to go to jail, as we do, but to have a baby," I said eagerly, trying to explain my other idea for a story, in case she liked and wanted to buy that one, as well.

For a split second I was out of her trance, and selling my next story, but not for long, as the pen went back to her mouth, and she heaved a sigh, lifting her breasts up and down like a wave, switching on, her hypnotic trance.

"Yes, I see, so every pain scene has her as the focal point, and there is a lot of pain in the story. So yes, I like it very much," she said pouting, and leaning in towards me again, allowing me a tempting look down her cleavage, ensuring I was fully under, her spell, "I agree, I will have the contracts drawn up for you to sign, and then we can start. Jane," she called out, Jane came in, "Please take Mr."

"Colin, please," I interrupted, she frowned, was it that I had interrupted her, or perhaps she was wondering if I was not as far under as she would have liked.

"Please, take Colin," she said smiling at me and nodding, then taking a suck at her pen, "Back to his motel, and stay with him. Entertain him, show him our city, and bring him back at say, oh, two pm tomorrow. I will have everything ready, by then," she said smiling at me, and leaning in towards me again, and we left.

"She seems very nice, is she a good boss?" I asked, as we walked towards the car.

"Yes, very, but she is also a good business woman," Jane said.

That comment went over my head, I was still under her spell, and it should not have.

She took me back to my motel, and I got changed, and she showed me the sights. She took me to dinner, and then back to my motel, and left me, saying that she would pick me up at nine the following morning for more sightseeing, which we did, then lunch and back to Sally Ann, and her office.

"Hello again, come on in, now here are the contracts, see, please read them, then sign them, and then I can give you this cheque, for ten thousand dollars," Sally Ann said pleasantly, pulling the cheque out from down her cleavage.

What do you expect, it was a blue movie studio, from up her cunt would have been a bit too over the top, and a drawer too basic, it also brought my attention back to her mesmerising breasts, keeping me, under her spell, and for long enough for me not to read, the small print, well all of it, as she wanted.

Yesterday she had a dress on, low cut neck line showing an exciting naked expanse of her breasts, today it was a sheer white blouse with a white bra under showing the full size of her bust, and a darker area around her nipples.

Read the contracts, I couldn't see them, because my mind's eye was looking at her nipples, as I read the contracts, and a skirt, but that didn't interest me, it showed nothing, her blouse and bra, wow, her tits were not sloppy either, well-formed and firm, and pointing at me, held in captivity by her bra. I could see me burying my head in them. I had a semi erection just imagining the actions.

"Where, oh I can see it, here Five percent of all royalties from the sale of the film, what about the video's? I didn't expect it to just go on general release," I said, she smiled; I was not quite as far under as she had hoped, but believe me, far enough.

"No," she said as if shocked, "I will have it changed to all royalties, my you are a hard man, to deal with," she said joking, in her sexy voice, yet she was not joking.

I caught her glance at my groin, and the growing member inside my pants, she had that effect.

The contracts were changed there and then, and I signed them, it never struck me as odd that there were now two contracts, for one film, stupid me, but then again at that point I didn't know what day it was, as those melons pointed at me, or hung down showing a large expanse of breast so, so temptingly.

"Very good, Jane, entertain Colin for a day or two, whilst I get things set up, then I will call you, OK? Colin, sorry I am not being a good hostess, but as I am sure you will agree it is more important to sort this out. So that we can get the film done, and start earning, real money," she said offering her hand, and saying good bye.

I am not small, but she did bend down slightly, to afford me a last glimpse of her firm and well-rounded breasts, the final dose, to put me fully under, perhaps?

Jane did an excellent job showing me around, we began with their film studio, and this was where I met a lot of the people I would be working with. They were all working final scenes, and I stood and watched them at work quietly, as a very sexy looking female, kissed her partner.

She then slipped down his body, almost snake like, so, so sexily, to his limp cock. She glanced up into his smiling face, as he watched her slowly open her mouth, and then engulf his cock completely, and begin to suck him off. She was still gazing up into his face in awe of him, or was it love, as he stood there enjoying her actions, almost ignoring her.

As he grew firm, she didn't suck all of it, then she rammed it in all the way, and chocked on it, he smiled his hips having made sure it had all, gone in.

A hand on my arm told me that we were leaving, and she led me into the next studio where a male in black leather strapping was kneeling before a woman, who gave the impression she was a goddess, she was sat on a throne like chair, with him sucking on her toes.

"Suck harder you miserable creature," she shouted and used a flogger on his back, leaving red streaks all down his back.

'Ouch,' I thought, but said nothing.

She again made sure I was entertained, but not sexually, which I found strange. I understood they would suck any dick given the chance, and she had plenty of chances, perhaps I was wrong, I am naive in this world, I suppose.