Julio lit another of his appalling Gauloise, which stank out his small editing suite, and inhaled sharply. "Now lemme get this right, Sharon," he said, "you want me to splice a lot of the juicier scenes of you seducing the entire fuckin' Zachary family and add in little spots with you doing some sort of commentary, correct?"
I nodded. "You've got it, Julio," I said. "I'm going to wear an erotic dominatrix outfit, I'm going to learn my lines – no need for an autocue, or whatever you call it – and I'm going to need those scenes with me as the dominatrix to be introducing the scene that's coming up."
Julio grinned, having seen all three videotapes of me seducing ZeeZee Zachary, the 55-year-old Hollywood movie mogul, his wife, Stella, 40, a former lingerie model, and Stazee, 18, a daughter from ZeeZee's first marriage. Stella, by the way, is wife number three.
"What's it going to be called?" he leered. "Going Thru the Family? Sharon's Seductions? Sharon Rides Again?"
"I haven't decided," I said, grimacing as a waft of the awful French cigarette drifted across my features. "Perhaps something really mundane, like Sucking Up To Sharon. How the fuck do I know? I just want something that'll keep 'em on the edge of their seats when they first see it."
Julio gave me another leer. "Well, they had me on the edge of
my
seat, Sharon, I'll tell ya that for nuthin'," he laughed. "OK, can do. Now, where we gonna shoot Madame Domina doing her commentary stuff?"
"You tell me," I said, "then we'll both know."
Julio pondered. "It's best we shoot it in my studio using a little lady I know," he said. "Presumably you'd prefer to do it in front of a woman than a lecherous male, eh?"
"Depends," I grinned back at him, "if the lecherous male is a hunk, maybe I'd go with a man. But, sure, if the lady knows her business, we'll use her."
Julio picked up his mobile and punched in a number. "Mel," he said, "Julio here, how's it hangin'?" They exchanged small talk, Julio made his pitch, then hung up.
"She'll be here tomorrow, if that's soon enough for you to learn your lines, and she'll shoot you at 3 o'clock. How long will ya need?" he asked.
"As long as it takes, why?"
Julio grinned a nicotine-tooth stained sneer and said: "Depends how much I charge you for the use of my little studio, After all, someone's got to buy baby new shoes."
"Don't worry, Julio," I assured him, "you'll find I'm going to be very appreciative of your efforts. But don't tell me you haven't enjoyed my little performances."
The recording and taping expert gave me one of his Grade A lecherous leers. "Enjoyed ain't a word good enough for it, Sharon," he laughed. "I've taken copies of the three tapes and I wank off to 'em every night – well, two of 'em."
"Don't tell me," I said, playfully, "me with the two ladies of the house?"
Julio nodded. "Seeing you with the big-cock movie mogul don't do a thing for me," he admitted, "but those two darlings, wow! Tell 'em, if they ever want to be in a porno to call me."
I looked sharply. "I don't think they're the types, Julio – and you make sure those fuckin' tapes don't fall into the wrong hands. Whatever you may think with your tawdry little mind, these tapes are not going to be used by me for blackmail. Got it?"
My tone must have been sharper than I intended. "Hey, Sharon, it's me, Julio," he said, in a pained tone. "Baby, I've got tapes of Hollywood's Mr and Mrs Illustrious doing things that would turn your stomach. I mean the top ranking fuckin' stars. They play around like you wouldn't believe. Compared to them your tapes are 'Jack and Jill went up the hill' stuff, geddit?"
"Jack and Jill went up the fuckin' hill? What on earth are you talking about, Julio?" I asked.
"It's a nursery rhyme, ain't it?" laughed Julio. "Well, your stuff is kindergarten compared to some of the dirt I've got."
"I'm with you, Julio, only make sure it stays safely under your lock and key. I'm not planning on doing anything that will upset Mr Movie Mogul in this town, OK?"
Julio nodded, stubbed out his stinking Gauloise, and I drove home to learn my lines.
The following afternoon at Julio's office, I was introduced to Melissa, an attractive but hard-faced blonde in her mid-30s, big boobs, long legs, but there was nothing I liked about her, except her professionalism.
"Let's get into the little studio, get you into your gear, get it done and then Julio can work his wonders with it," she said, after we'd been introduced.
In the studio I donned a black leather quarter cup bra I'd purchased from some seedy little sex shop downtown, pulled on the accompanying black leather boots which came half-way up my thighs, and then sat perched on a sort of high bar stool. Behind me, the wall of the studio was draped with a dazzlingly-white sheet.
Melissa checked the light, checked the background, announced "That white backdrop against your tanned body and the black leather is stunning" and we began filming.
It took me an hour to get it right, we had to do several "takes" because it was harder than I thought. I guess when it comes to acting I'm good at seducing the next door family, but I'm never gonna get an Oscar.
Back home, I called Stella and invited her and her husband and lovely daughter over mid-Saturday afternoon for poolside drinks.
The following day – a Thursday – I drove to Julio's and he cut and spliced, or whatever film cutters do, until I was satisfied with the way he'd made one movie out of my triple seduction scene. He said he'd make two copies of it and they'd be couriered to my home. I wrote him out a cheque for several thousand dollars, not a dime of which was badly spent, in my opinion.
Saturday rolled around hot and sunny, as it usually does in La-La Land in midsummer, and I laid on lots of drinks and finger food. I wore a much more demure bikini than the job I'd had on when Zee perved me, although I thought it was still pretty darned sexy.
ZeeZee wasn't wearing a thong to show off this time, just a pair of shorts, but he looked tanned and toned, even quite handsome in a sort of Clark Gable way, if you like Clark Gable that is.
Stella wore a white one-piece which looked sensational on her superb, tall figure. Stazee was her usual stunning self, but she too had gone the more sedate way – her bikini would only have set off a minor riot on Santa Barbara beach, not a major one.
We enjoyed drinks – Stazee sticking to orange juice – and around 4 o'clock I made my pitch. "Come on into my entertainment center," I told my guests, "I've got a little movie for you all to enjoy."
We trooped inside, Stella and ZeeZee settling on a long leather couch in front of the big screen, Stazey hunched down on the floor in front of them. I don't know what they were expecting, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be Citizen Kane!
I pushed the cassette in and waited for their reaction when the shot of me in my dominatrix outfit came up on the screen – my big breasts, all 39 inches of 'em, in superb uplift, my nipples erect, my pussy shaved, my legs encased in the black, gleaming leather boots.
My audience was a "captive" audience – they all leaned forward, eyes almost popping out. Hell, even I paid attention and I knew what was coming!
"Hi," I saw myself announce from the big screen, "and you may be wondering why I've called this meeting." I gave my audience a small smile. You could have heard a pin drop.
