Fiona was saying, "God, I wonder how explicit this shoot is going to be? - Compared to the last one... How outrageous and debauched?"
"Very!" I said, simply and concisely.
"Come on... You know what I mean... How far he's actually going to take it, after what happened the last time! And then the inevitable fallout - with all those beautiful actresses pregnant... I wonder if he'll try the same thing again? I wonder if anyone knows?"
"He'll push it as far as he possibly can, without
nearly
going to prison again, and then probably further! He can't be controlled, and he won't be told. I bet he wants to make it even
more
realistic than the original! I doubt if anyone knows
how
explicit and pornographic though... He won't have told the unsuspecting actresses anything yet; you know he deliberately never tells
us
anything! We just have to unwittingly go and get fucked senseless by virile pornstars to make his historical dramas as unrehearsed, uncontrived, and as
totally realistic
as physically possible - and inevitably outrageously pornographic as well..."
"Ooooooooh! Don't we just! And I love it! But I'd also love to know what he's said to those actors.
That
would make me really horny, knowing in advance what they're going to do to me! My imagination is already going wild! The build-up and expectation is everything!"
"Well, he's with them now, probably working them up into a rape-fest frenzy! But we're obviously not allowed in.."
"I know... Ahh... But I also know that Michael is filming it for the
'making of'
documentary. Let's grab him when he comes out, before he films Peter's talk to the unwitting willing Handmaidens. I'm going to message him right now..."
"Oh, that's a good idea! Okay! This is exciting! We'll be spies... We haven't got much time though!"
Fiona and I had, however, already showered, and were in our flimsy revealing costumes ready and prepared for the shoot...
"I had to bribe him with a blow job! - So that'll keep you and him busy while
I
watch! You can be Mata Hari - you said you wanted to be a spy!"
"Me?! What? Why me? It's
your
plan! Why have
I
got to suck his cock? Andrew's going to wonder why my mouth tastes of cum before we've even
started
the shoot!" I was complaining to Fiona as we hurriedly made our way to the viewing room to meet Michael in private (or in my case: his
privates,
in
not
so private) and view what he'd just finished recording.
"Don't
kiss
Andrew then! Your mouth will soon be full of cum in the shoot! Just like your pussy!" Fiona continued helpfully...
She was so rude, that Fiona! And anyway, I'd only agreed to vaginal insemination in the shoot...
"Michael had the unprecedented audacity to refuse me and my expert blow jobs! Something to do with his being instantly sacked and blackballed if Peter found out what he was letting us watch! So, I had to offer him,
you
! Which for some unfathomable reason he couldn't resist! Although I suppose I have given him quite a few blow jobs in the past and he just wanted some
new
untried luscious lips around his cinematographic cock..."
"GLK GLK GLK GLK GLK GLK
!!!"
We were in! And Michael was in... ...my mouth, eagerly enjoying his reward: determinedly extracting his payment in kind - from me, while Fiona was unconcernedly viewing his last shoot - and I was waiting for his next one - down my throat...
Michael had been making a documentary about the making of the
Empress's Handmaidens
for Lord Rutherford, who thought it would be illuminating (and as a film - another revenue source) to see how it had all been put together - and those embarrassing out-takes (or can't-get-it-in-takes) are always fun to watch...
But also knowing, when it was publicly released, how contentious the film would be (complete with its sensational - no holds barred - stunningly explicit shots, in close-up lurid graphic detail faithfully recording the gratuitously realistic unrelenting and repeated 'rape' of the beautiful handmaidens), that there would also need to be a record of all that had transpired, in case it was required to counter any legal action against him and Peter, as had happened after the shooting of the first film.
Back then, urged on by their money-grabbing lawyers, the actresses - especially the pregnant ones - had complained about the shoot, and their legal case was: that although they took part willingly, the shoot had deliberately and misleadingly merely been called 'The Empress's Handmaidens' rather than
The Rape of the Empress's Handmaidens...
! And they all thought - or so they all said - they were just doing a romantic lesbian love scene
...
(And they had no idea they would have to take part in prolonged unprotected sexual intercourse multiple times with multiple demanding partners and be inseminated with their impregnating sperm multiple times - to realistically depict the rape of the Handmaidens)
And they won their case...
So, Michael had just recorded Peter's rousing pep talk to the
twenty-four
hunky actors playing the Praetorian Guard.
I do wonder about Fiona's devious intentions sometimes, because as it was being played back to us, she was sneakily recording the audio (complete with my additional slobbering and sucking noises) on her phone - but it did come in very useful later on, when I decided to write this story: how he prepped them and got them into the necessary frame of mind required to do their job effectively and unhesitatingly (massive pent up hard-ons and an uncontrollable urge to fuck), and act out their roles with genuine artistic integrity, so they could make the scene uber realistic and enthusiastically portray exactly what happened to the hapless Handmaidens - by mercilessly doing it to the actresses - with absolute authenticity...
"Hi guys! - Derek, Bertie, Archie, Tom, Billy and everyone - Good to see you here! Glad you could all make it for today's sexciting shoot! I'm sure you've all seen the, rather purposely, brief scene summary..."
"GLK GLK GLK GLK GLK GLK
!"
