Chapter 1

The Deal

 

Chas was sat in his garden working on his laptop. It was a glorious summer's day, the sun shone, and he felt relaxed as he started to write the next chapter, in his book.

Chas was just thirty; he had trained as a chef, and become the head chef in a very well respected restaurant. Whilst there, he had written a book on catering, it hadn't sold that well, but now he had found a slot that worked for him, writing erotic novels. He had, had several books released, and was in the middle of writing his next book.

He looked at the page, the heading stared at him as his mind raced to try and find a link, from the last exploit of his main character, to the next. Chas stood up, and walked around his lawn thinking, his hand to his chin as he thought. The phone rang, he cursed as his line of thought was broken by the shrill ringing tone.

"Yes," he said abruptly at the disturbance.

"Hi, Chas, it's Margo. I hope I didn't disturb you, but this is important," she said uneasily, then continued, "I am ringing because I have just sold the rights to your last book, the film rights. I am so pleased and happy for you. They also want you to write the script," she almost shouted, in her excitement.

"Great! I like it, yes. There is one problem though. I have never written a script before. How do I do it, write a script, I mean?" Chas asked thoughtfully, yet excited at the news.

"They want you to go to California. The fee, is ten thousand dollars for the rights, plus, ten percent of the royalties. You cannot refuse a deal like that, can you?" Margo asked, enthusiastically, almost shouting at him.

"No, I guess you can't. Unless you know as I do that I cannot write scripts. Also, I don't have the money to fly to America. Sorry, Margo, I thank you for the deal, and with much regret. I am afraid, I must refuse it," Chas said, his heart sank as he realised that he couldn't afford the trip.

"I cannot help you with the script, but I am sure they will. The flight is a different matter. I may just, have an idea? Allow me to check up on your behalf, and I'll ring you back if I can arrange it? Are you willing to go?" Margo asked excited.

"How can I refuse, of course I will," Chas said eagerly.

"Great, I'll ring you back later. I need to check a few points," Margo said excitedly.

Chas put the phone down, and began to pace the room. He was worried that he would fail miserably at writing the script, and also that Margo would not be able to pull the deal off. He began to wonder which worried him the most, his failure, or hers?

His mind was now too occupied with what Margo had said, and he was too excited, to be able to do any writing. He put the laptop away, and made his dinner, and waited anxiously, for the phone to ring.

Chas was just about to go to bed, a little despondent that he hadn't heard from Margo, when the phone rang. He snatched it off its cradle in excitement.

"Hello," he managed to say calmly, but his heart was pounding.

"Chas, dear, dear Chas. I have done it for you," Margo said, her voice going into a crescendo as she spoke, "You fly out to JFK, New York, then on to Los Angeles. The producer, has arranged for you to be picked up at the airport, and driven to their house, all paid for. You will be staying with the producer and co-director," Margo said excitedly, "There is one little drawback. The fee for the rights has dropped, to eight thousand, but they are willing to give you two thousand for the script, in wages. So, it remains the same, as long as you produce the script, which I have every confidence you will do. I am so excited for you. The deal is the same, really. Tell me you will do it? Go on, tell me? I just, well, I am so excited for you," Margo kept saying her voice overflowing with enthusiasm and excitement.

"Margo, Margo, I will do it, ok. I will do it, now calm down. I need to know which flight, and where from? Come down from the clouds and speak to me, Margo," Chas said, now as excited as, Margo.

"Yes, yes of course, sorry, but I am so excited. My first book into a film this is, well, ok, business.

Your plane leaves Heathrow at twenty three hundred hours on Friday. You fly to JFK, and then on to Los Angeles. It will be mid-afternoon when the plane lands, and there will be a car waiting for you. They have your name, so look out for a card being held up with your name on it, and the best of luck. Let me know how you get on, ok?" Margo asked, still with her head in the clouds.

Chas was the first of the authors she represented to have a book made into a film, which excited her, and she was counting her commission already, which she would not have got, if Chas had not agreed to write the script.

The next four days passed slowly for Chas, as he waited for the day to come. He was packed well in advance, and cleaned up, putting his house in order. He knew he would be away for a few months writing the script. How long it would actually take he didn't know, but he knew that it would be more than a week or two. He had put everything in order, with direct debits to cover regular bills for while he was away. By six o'clock in the evening, he was dressed. His bag in the hallway by the door, and he was looking out of the window for his taxi, to the airport. It had been booked for half passed six, half an hour before he needed it, it was late. It arrived at quarter to seven, he had allowed for it being late, as taxis usually were.

Chas was panicking when it arrived, he didn't want to miss out on this opportunity of a life time. He sat in the back of the taxi as they drove to the airport, thinking about his story, and the script he had to write. He ate his evening meal at the airport, to pass the time until his flight was called.

On the plane, he watched the film being shown with far more interest than it deserved, he was trying to see beyond the film into the script, and how a script, was written. Futile it may have been, but it kept him occupied during, the long flight.

The plane touched down, and he caught the next one, and again watched the film, and then he landed at Los Angeles. Tired, almost worn out by the length of the journey, and lack of sleep. He was a poor traveller, and couldn't sleep on planes. Bleary eyed, he emerged from the arrivals door, and looked about for the sign with his name on it.

Seeing the sign, he made his way energetically towards it. Tired he may have been, but the sight of the woman holding up the sign, would make anyone jump for joy.

She stood a head above the rest of the people waiting around her, and her hair, jet black, hung in glorious waves down across her bust to the tips, and what a bust. A full, well developed pair of tits, they were enormous. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw them. He found it difficult to look the woman in the eyes, not only were they a lovely pair to look at, but also they were put on view, not entirely, but enough to make your mouth water, a tantalising amount.

A trim waist, sexy hips and legs, had he known what was waiting for him, he would have done this job for free. Wow! He did look at her face as he shook her hand in greeting, and that was an angel's face, so perfect.

"Mr. Green? Pleased to meet you," she said as a question, and in greeting.

"Hello, yes. I am Chas, erm, Mr Green, but call me Chas, please," he said nervously, shacking her hand.

She smiled a heart-warming smile that just melted both ice caps in one go.

"Pleased to meet you. I am, Betsy. We will be working together, Carol, the Director, asked me to meet you. Shall I take that for you?" she asked, holding out her hand for his case. Even her voice was sexy as she spoke to him, caressing him with her words, there was an American accent there, but not a heavy one.

"No, thank you. I can manage, it isn't heavy," Chas said, trying to stop drooling over her.

"We have quite a long drive ahead of us. It will take about an hour to reach the foot hills where the house is, and we have to pick someone else up, on the way. You don't mind, do you?" Betsy said sexily, and smiling at him, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

"No, no I don't mind. It's such a lovely day, and I can enjoy the sights as we drive," Chas said, Betsy picked up on the double meaning, and smiled.

Betsy was used to men ogling her, apart from the cosmetic surgery to enhance her already well developed breasts, it was a by-product of her profession. She actively encouraged men to ogle her, by her dress, her wiggle, and her stance, with her shoulders back and bust out, all made men looked and continue to look at her; she was stunning.

The driver, opened the car door for Chas, who again stopped him in his tracks, as an exceptionally pretty woman opened the car door. She took his case off him, and put it in the boot. Chas swallowed hard, a job? This was a dream come true. Mind you, California is the place for beautiful women, so he had heard.

They set off, and after half an hour or so, they stopped outside a house. Another woman, again scantily dressed in skimpy shorts and a blouse that didn't fully hide her breasts, or her trim waist, walked up to the car.

She handed her bag to the driver who put it in the boot, and opened the door for her. She slipped in, slithered, long legs, that seemed to go on forever entered, followed by slim hips, and a trim waist, then she bent forward, a nice pair of melons entered, followed by the body of the woman, and her head blonde, long golden tresses that obscured Chas's view of her breasts, for a moment.

"Hi Yawl. Clara," she said, holding out a hand with slim fingers, and talons on the end in a deep red.

"Oh, hi, I'm Chas," Chas said, taken aback at her beauty. He was stunned into silence, almost.

"Hi, Clara, I'm Betsy, and I am the star of the film. This is Chas, as he just managed to say, and he is the writer of the next film we are going to shoot," Betsy said, making the correct introductions.

"Hi Chas, so we will be working together. They have asked me to help you. I understand that you have never written a script before?" Clara asked, cocking her head to one side enquiringly, and shacking her hair over her shoulder.

"Erm-no-erm, no I haven't. I am looking forward to working with you. How many scripts have you written?" Chas asked awkwardly, as he tried to think of something to say except, "What beautiful tits you have, can I see them properly?" and not to drool again.

"A dozen or so. There really very simple, once you know what you are doing. Did you see, 'Sex in the Attic' or 'Sexual Desires'? Those were my two most recent ones," Clara said.

"Erm, oh, no, I am sorry, I haven't. Which cinemas were they on at?" Chas asked not thinking about the type of film they were. He was still not over the shock of being with two of the most gorgeous and sexy looking women, he had ever seen.

"Silly. They are out on disc. Our films aren't shown in the cinemas," Clara said, laughing at him.

"Oh, yes of course. Sorry, silly of me," Chas said, feeling stupid.

"Betsy, I thought I was to be working with a Christine, and that it was an all-female production, except for the dick, of course?" Clara asked, making the point about the cast and production team.

"It is. I will talk with you later. We needed Chas, he has written the book on which the next film is based dear. As the author of the manuscript, we will need his input," Betsy said quietly, as if under her breath.

"This is my first film with this company. I am excited, are you, Chas?" Clara asked, changing the subject quickly.

"Yes, very. It is my first film as well, and it is of a book I have written. I hope to learn a lot about script writing from you. I hope I won't be a burden, to you?" Chas asked, feeling awkward.

Sat beside him were two professionals, they were both experienced having worked on films before; he was just an amateur, or so he felt, and to a large extent out of his depth.

"What is the film about, Chas?" Clara asked, leaning forward exposing more soft bronzed flesh, as she showed an interest in the story.

"Well, it's about a man who writes a book about a bordello. It is so accurate that the owner of the bordello, decides that he has been spying on her, and seeks revenge," Chas began.

"Chas, sorry to interrupt. But it is so involved that Clara, would not understand it in the time we have before we arrive that is, as it twists and turns. It is brilliantly written, Clara. You will get to see the manuscript, at the house," Betsy said, and took hold of Chas's head, and pulled it to her breast, as she stroked the side of his face, affectionately.

This was a ploy so that she could mouth, "Tell you about it later," to Clara, but for Chas, it was a heady delight, as his face touched the soft, warm breast. Betsy knew exactly, what she was doing.

She pushed him away, and smiled at him. She had also seen his hand twitch, and grip his knee tightly, as the urge to fondle a breast had erupted inside Chas.

They finally arrived at the house. Two massive wrought iron gates opened automatically to a winding drive up to the house, which was still hidden from their view. As the car turned around the last bend it emerged like a monster, a medieval monster. A House! It was a Mansion House, built in the style of the castles of old England. Grey stone walls, the roof had castellation along the edges, with two round towers at the front corners; it was very impressive, and imposing.

The car stopped at the front door, and the driver opened the door for them to get out, Clara was first, then Chas, and Betsy last.

"Well people? Do you like the place? It's a great setting, isn't it? Twenty acres of private grounds to run around in for the chase scenes, all in private and not over looked. We can run around it naked, sexily chasing each other. Twelve en suit bedrooms, but only eight in use, a dining room, lounge, study, kitchen, larder, library, workroom and a ballroom, where we have the sets and do the filming, all in one place," Betsy said proudly.

They entered the house, and four more very well endowed females were in the entrance hall to meet them. They were wearing light clothing that covered their breasts and clits, but with just a veiled effect, over their bras and panties. The masked sight of their captured breasts, gave Chas an urge he didn't want at that moment in time, as his dick began to react to the overwhelming, sexually stimulating sight, before him.

"Ok everyone, introductions," Betsy said, clapping her hands for their attention, "Chas, and Clara, some of you will have worked with Clara before perhaps, but Chas, is from England, and you won't have met. He has written the story for our next film for us. So please welcome him to our little group," Betsy said, and then pointed to the women from left to right, "Chas, this is Janice, she drove the car. Sue, Alison, and Sylvia, they are all actresses, and work cameras and sound when not acting," she said and Chas shook hands with them.

"Hi, Chas," they all seemed to say, in unison.

"Ok, where's Cindy?" Betsy asked, looking around expecting her to be there, as well.

"Coming. I've just been getting one or two things ready. Hi Chas, I am Cindy, hi Clara, nice to see you again," Cindy said, shaking their hands.

Chas couldn't believe his luck, the ugliest of the women stood before him, was a raving beauty. If he had to choose the prettiest, he would find it impossible. They were six of the most gorgeous and sexy looking women, he had ever seen.

"Everything is as agreed, isn't it?" Betsy asked anxiously, and turned to Chas, nudging him accidentally on purpose, breaking the spell the sight before him had put him in, "Filming never goes as planned, Chas. You will soon see what I mean," Betsy said, to Chas.

"Sue, Alison. Will you prepare the next scene in the dungeon, whilst I show Clara, and Chas around?" Betsy said, taking Chas by the arm.

The two girls agreed, and left the entrance hall. Betsy, having taken Chas by the arm led him off, Clara followed, with the rest following on behind. They went down the corridor and turned to their left and down some stone steps, into the cellar.

"Start at the bottom and work your way up, I always say. This is the dungeon area, nice isn't it? It's dark, eerie, it gives a feel to the dungeon scenes, an essence. We have all the equipment we need like the box, a rack even, shackles, these are real ones, not stage ones. We have whips, canes, floggers, a cat, a whole array of implements, nipple clamps, even a blue wand, for electrifying the victim," Betsy said, in a voice meant to scare.