The gig wasn't good. We had performed to an empty theatre due to a mix up of dates and a total lack of publicity. So we treated the gig as a rehearsal. We tried out a few new songs which I had written, and the roadies got to grips with a different PA system. So it was not a total waste of time. It was a bit soul destroying, but in this business you have to learn to take the rough with the smooth.
The manager of the band Mark, tried to cheer us up by promising a fantastic after gig party back at his place.
We left the roadies to pack the gear away, and driving back wondered how the party could be such a success. We normally invited pretty girls from the gigs back to Mark's house, but there was no one there to invite back tonight.
I drove up Mark's long tree lined drive and parked by the swimming pool.
The pool area looked beautiful as usual. Designer lighting reflected off the water, and the tables and chairs were set out around the bar. Classical music emanated from the hidden speakers. Mark's wife Elaine was swimming naked in the pool, and when she saw us she stepped out, wrapped a towelling robe around her self and came over to say hello.
"Hi Tim, lovely to see you again." Said Elaine as she threw her arms around me and kissed me softly on the mouth. Her tongue flicked into my mouth briefly. Her gown wasn't fully closed, and I could feel the dampness of her body moistening my clothes. She didn't greet the rest of the band in the same way, she just gave them a smile.
She took me to the bar to make up some drinks. Usually the room would be full of people by now, laughing, drinking and partying to the early hours. But tonight there was only ten of us. The four roadies would be arriving later.
Elaine made me cocktail, and I commented how quiet it was compared to all the other after gig parties we had so enjoyed.
"Don't worry Tim," said Elaine. "We have some guests staying with us for the weekend who will be joining us soon. It will soon become a great party, you wait and see. Mark's bought me this new book full of exotic cocktail recipes and I'm trying them out, the one you've got there is called Sex On The Beach, tell me what you think? " She said with a wink.
I cautiously sipped at it.
"Mmmm, it's OK, quite nice really, thanks." I said. A little bit too sweet for me to be honest, but it was alcohol so I didn't complain.
I'd had my most erotic time ever with Elaine and a girl called Sam at a previous party, and I always hoped that I might one day repeat the experience. But Sam had disappeared, I hadn't seen her for months, which was a shame as I really was very attracted to her. In hindsight I wished that Sam and I had ended up together. Sam was a very sexy girl. But it was not just the sex, she was full of life, and had a fantastic sense of humour, and a big personality. But sadly she was gone.
As I watched Elaine serving up cocktails for the rest of the band, I wondered if I would ever have the chance to have sex with her again. She was a very beautiful and sexy woman. She had long dark brown hair, rather small but pert breasts, and a figure that most women would die for. Her pubic hair was shaved in to an arrow shape with the point directing you towards her clit. I knew that if the opportunity ever arose again, I would jump at it.
Mark arrived next, followed by the roadies. The roadies asked for cans of beer and went off to the TV room to watch some porn videos. The rest of the band took their drinks to a new games room that Mark had set up. It had everything you could think of in there. A full sized snooker table, pinball and fruit machines, a table tennis table and lots of those old style pub games like skittles and bar billiards. Mark had told me he had recovered the set up costs in three months, just from the income generated by the machines.
I chatted to Elaine as she served cocktails to some new arrivals. It was amusing to watch them trying to pretend they'd not noticed her gaping gown. Elaine just loved to be the exhibitionist. At the drop of a hat she would disrobe in front of everyone, and swim naked in the pool.
Mark noticed me at the bar, waved, and then came over to see me.
"Crap gig Tim. I'll be on the 'phone tomorrow and see If I can make some heads roll. Not my fault." He said. "Have you got a drink?" He asked me as Elaine poured him a glass of Champagne.
"Yes I have thanks Mark." I Replied. "Elaine was just saying you've got some guests staying who might be joining us later?"
Mark looked at his real Rolex watch, then at me.
"They won't be with us for about an hour. They are working."
"Working?" I said, rather puzzled.
"Hold the fort for me darling, and keep any newcomers entertained." Mark said to Elaine.
"Come with me Tim, I'll show you what I mean." Said Mark to me, and he took my arm and steered me towards the garden door.
We went out into the perfectly manicured garden, and followed a gravel path which was lined by pretty coloured garden lights. They switched themselves on as we approached, then dimmed to nothing as we walked past. Mark and I arrived at a barn I had seen before, but I'd never taken much notice of. I had always assumed it was a derelict outbuilding. There was a digital security lock on the door. Using his body to hide the code from me, Mark entered the numbers and opened the door. We climbed some dimly lit steps and entered a darkened room. Four television monitors glimmered in the half light, and I could make out some sort of mixing desk and racks of technical looking equipment. Mark gestured for me to take one of the two executive leather swivel chairs and I sat down. At the control desk Mark pressed a few buttons and with a slight purr of an electric motor a pair of heavy black curtains drew back to reveal a large polarised window.
Below me was a bedroom, well... a stage set of one. I could see a lighting rig suspended above, and four industrial size cameras on wheels. I couldn't make out much detail. There were several men wandering around with clipboards. Mark pressed another switch and I could hear what they were saying.
"We need to wrap this up, it's getting late. Where are the fucking guys, are they ready yet?" Shouted a man with headphones on.
"He's the director." Said Mark
I was still rather puzzled at what was going on. I moved my chair forward to get a better view. It was only then I realised there was a naked girl tied to the bed with some red silk scarves. One of the film crew was holding a bottle of vodka to her lips, she gulped some down and then nodded a thank you to him.
"Is this some sort of porn film in the making?" I asked. It seemed a sort of obvious question to ask in hindsight.
"How do you think I got my wealth?" Mark laughed. "I've been doing this for years. It's made me a lot of money. There's another barn behind this one which is set up for the duplication process. This is a secondary control room, the main one is on the studio floor. Now just watch. This shouldn't take too long. They have nearly finished for the day." He said.
Two men wrapped in towels came in to view. The director barked orders at them.
"For fucks sake you guys, keep yourselves hard. We going to do the money shots here. You put your cock in her mouth and remember to tug her head back when you're coming, I want to see it splashing all over her face." He turned to the other bloke and said, "And you pull your cock out of her cunt in time so we can get your cum shooting all over her pussy. We will be using two cameras here, so you don't have to come at the same time. As long as we get those shots, I will be happy."
"Oh come on, lets get this over with, I'm bored, and I'm cold and need a stiff drink." Said the girl on the bed. And the man with the vodka bottle gave her another swig.
I thought I recognised the voice, and looked at one of the monitors for a closer look at her face, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. Suddenly a high wattage overhead light was switched on, and I could see everything bright as day.
"Fuck me! That's Sam!" I said. "What the fuck is she doing there?"
"Yep it is. She's been quite a find. She's been working here for the last few months. Getting paid and laid well, every weekend." Said Mark.
"Well fucking hell." I said. "I did wonder where she had got to. I would have never believed in a hundred years that she would do something like this." I said.
"She's one of my best, and very willing actresses." Mark replied.
"Positions!" Shouted the director.
