I've had a long and varied career in movies. I've written, produced and directed. Often all three on the same movie. My films could be described, at best, as B-movies, grindhouse fare. Women in prison movies, beach movies with mischievous dogs who grab bikini tops at every opportunity, nurse movies, coed student movies. Basically, anything that had at least 3 or 4 young women who lost their laundry at various points in the film. In one of my women in prison movies, my budget was so low, I saved money on wardrobe by having every woman, extras and listed actresses, go at least topless for the entire movie. I was well known for thinking of imaginative ways to introduce gratuitous nudity.
There was no shortage of young women coming out to California quite willing to strip down for a role, apparently in the belief that showing off their tits would eventually get them roles in A-list movies. I can't think of anyone who actually made it. Throughout the late 60s and into the 70s, there was a steady stream of attractive, naive young women who made 3 or 4 movies and then disappeared. Most were willing to peel off their tops because it was "part of character". I found that many knew that a willingness to get naked in front of the camera wasn't all that was required. A willingness to get naked for those funding and creating the movie was required as well. And once naked with those folks, a different sort of performance was required.
Nonetheless, the girls continued to appear in my office, believing that their tits would get them a role. They had some tough decisions to make, but many seemed comfortable with the process and recognized that they had assets other than acting talent that could get them the role. And, importantly, that their competition knew that as well.
At one point, I linked up with a fat fuck named Fred. He wanted to get into the movie business. He had money, so I was willing to listen to him. I suspected that his primary motivation was plugging into the river of eager, willing, nubile, busty young women flowing through my office. In my defense, I actually wanted to make movies, but the limits of my talent and ambition had settled me into the grindhouse genre. Banging pretty, naive 20 year olds was second on my list of ambitions.
Fred had approached me, indicating that he was willing to fund a movie with me if he had final approval on script and hiring. I gave him a script that I had been developing on the insides of the movie industry. Something sleazy that ensured that the women would be placed in indelicate situations, would be required to get naked, grovel for jobs and provide lots of opportunities for simulated sex, gratuitous nudity and even humiliation.
Fred loved it. It corresponded to the world that he wanted to enter. He wanted to make sleazy movies and he wanted to be part of the process of hiring young actresses. I doubt that he was getting any sex on his own, so using his money to get close to desperate young women was likely his plan to satisfy his urges. He was a disgusting creature, fat and without any charm whatsoever, so money was his only avenue to pussy.
We moved ahead with the project. A casting call went out and I went through the applications. I had some fun, some new poontang. There were a couple of newbies that I was sure that I could use on other projects so their initiation was more than just a session in my office on their knees. I invited them back to my home for a weekend as eye candy around the pool, and entertainment for me and my guests. The girls noticed that some semi-influential people were coming through my home, attending my parties and realized that they could take advantage of the opportunity to get noticed. Of course, that meant lying around the pool naked, ready for someone to take them aside for entertainment. The regulars in my movies knew the deal and appreciated when I invited them and were happy to offer up whatever was asked of them.
I included Fred in the hiring process and he seemed to enjoy himself. I interviewed the girls while he sat on the couch off the to side, sweating, slobbering on himself, mopping himself with a handkerchief, knowing that eventually I would talk the young lady out of her clothes and, if I thought she was a possibility, we would fuck her.
But, throughout this process, I was thinking that Fred's plan was not to make a movie. He just wanted to fuck young women who thought that if they let this fat fuck do what he wants, they'll become famous actresses. I worried that Fred was screwing with all of us, although only metaphorically with me.
The surprise in the applications was one for the lead female part from Joey H. She was well known in contemporary culture at the time. She'd built a career as a singer/dancer on TV but hadn't made it in movies. She really didn't have the acting talent and wasn't having much success. The advice she was getting at the time was to ramp up the sex kitten angle, do some Playboy shoots and do some nude scenes in movies. She had appeared a year or so previous in one of my movies with a brief topless scene.
But, as much as the nudity was appreciated, she just didn't have the acting chops to establish an acting career. It was going to take a few more attempts for that to sink in, because as long as she was willing to get naked, she was probably going to get roles. She had name recognition and a fantastic body. Long, trim dancer's legs, a very slim waist and torso and large C-cup tits. She had perfected a pouty look that begged to be fucked.
I showed Joey's application to Fred and I thought that he was going to shoot his load right then. Turns out that he had had a raging hard-on for Joey for years. It didn't escape me that I could use this as leverage; if I could arrange an opportunity for Fred to fuck Joey, we could actually make this movie instead of just making empty promises to desperate women on the end of our cocks.
I called Joey's agent and talked about whether she was really interested in this movie. He was clear that she wanted it. My dick hardened at that. He recognized his position: There would have to be nudity and she knew that. His voice lowered, "We know that nudity in a role influences the casting process."
I appreciated the acknowledgement. In the last project that she did with me, the casting process included a couple of sessions in my office with her bent over my desk, as well as parties during the shoot. It was good to know that she was ready for that again, but she didn't know that there was going to be two of us.
I didn't feel too bad about that. I'd been to many Hollywood parties and it wasn't unusual to see a name artist taking on a couple of guys. I was sure that Joey had been pig-roasted more than once. She could take two guys in the same day.
I made arrangements with the agent for Joey to come in for an interview and called Fred to give him the information. Even over the phone, I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was going to meet the celebrity that he had been slobbering over for years. And, if I could arrange it, he was going to fuck her, as well.
When Joey arrived at my office, she was loaded for bear. She was wearing a pair of knee high leather boots, fashionable at the time, tight shorts that highlighted her firm little ass, and a top that looked a size too small and ensured that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing bra. And, of course, she sported that ridiculous shag hairdo she was famous for. She bounced and jiggled into the room, stopped in front of my desk, cocked a hip, arched an eyebrow and gave me her pouty look. It looked like her nipples were about to poke holes in the fabric of her top.
Then, she noticed Fred sitting on the couch to the side. She started and straightened her back, obviously startled. For an instant, it looked like she was raising her arm to cover her tits. She looked at me with a questioning expression.
"Joey! Good to see you again, honey. Let me introduce you to Fred. He'll be bankrolling this movie. And, he wants final say on casting, so I've invited him to this meeting."
Joey was hesitant, and for good reason. Fat fuck Fred was a repellent sight. He was sweating profusely and couldn't hide his lust for Joey. His eyes were bulging from his pudgy cheeks, checking out Joey's ta-tas. And who wouldn't. The thin fabric of her top left little to the imagination, clearly defining the round shape of her tits, the size of her aureolae and the extension of her nipples. I wondered if she hadn't worn a jacket that she left in the anteroom. She would certainly have captured attention walking on city streets dressed like that.
Joey tentatively shook Fred's hand and retreated to the chair in front of my desk. Fred could only grunt out, "Yeah, yeah. Pleased to meet you. Yeah, yeah." Then, he mopped his forehead.
Joey and I talked about the role and the characterization that I had in mind. She sat across the desk from with those long, shapely legs crossed and tucked to the side. She kept her hands on the arms of the chair, so that I had a good look at her tits straining, I imagined, for release. Occasionally, she would glance over at Fred, obviously wondering about him.
I wasn't convinced from our conversation that she could handle a lead role. But, what the hell, I was making crap movies for horny teenagers, she was gorgeous and the prospective audience had all seen her on TV and probably jerked off to her many times. A movie with her might make some coin.
I got up from my chair and walked around my desk. I sat back on it directly in front of her.
"So, Joey. I assume that you have seen the script."
She nodded. Her tits bounced.
"So, you know that there is nudity."
She nodded again. Her tits bounced again.
"You know that your character gets naked."
