Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 07:01:15 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Nine.

   This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Nine.

     We lay there for several minutes, panting and sweating like crazy,
until Karl stirred and said for us to go to our room and get out of the hot
heavy clothes. Then we could go for a swim.

     I was all for that so we quickly left the gym and found our room. It
was tastefully decorated being neither feminine or masculine, nor bland
like an hotel room, the soft contrasting colours blending in nicely with
the drapes and bed fabrics.

     I also liked the large charcoal drawing framed above the bed,
undoubtedly one of Pancho's. A highly erotic study of a man and a woman
making love, and I just loved the way he could capture the rapture, (I like
that expression), capture the rapture on both of their faces, the love
shining out from the eyes.

     All this I took in at a glance as I stripped off that heavy, sweaty
habit, the wimple coming off at the same time. Shaking my head to free my
hair, I went into the en suite bathroom and had a shower. As I came out,
Karl was waiting to go in and I tweaked the end of his penis as I
passed. He made a grab for me, but I side stepped him and got into the
bedroom.

     What a relief it was to be out of those nun's clothes, and to show it,
I kicked the habit as I walked naked across the carpet to the wardrobe. I
was surprised at the contents, at least a dozen dresses, all still in their
wrappers and a mix of sizes too. I pulled open one of the drawers inside
and there were the swimming costumes. Again all new, still wrapped up in
cellophane. I had to open four packs before I found the right size for
me. I didn't realise that the American system of sizes was different from
those of England.

     I had chosen a bikini and was putting it on as Karl came out from the
bathroom and I indicated the other wardrobe for him to find his
swimsuit. His wardrobe also contained many clothes of different sizes, all
casual and all new.

     `Wow,' he exclaimed, `they certainly do their visitors proud, don't
they?' I agreed, finally getting the top half of my suit straight. I still
think I had the wrong size because my tits were literally bursting out over
the top, but I thought that as they were my best feature, let them be seen
at their best. It didn't take Karl long to get his suit on and we left the
room and went back through the gym to the poolside.

     Pancho stood and greeted us as did Richard. We sat down in the
proffered chairs and accepted the ice cold beers from Santos, and the
compliments from both men on my choice of costume.

     I could see that the others were playing some sort of game in the pool
with a large ball. More to the point was the fact that the girls were
topless. Then the ball bounced out of the pool and Chris pulled himself out
of the water to retrieve it.

     Wow! I said to myself. He was naked and I liked what I saw swinging
between his legs as he dived back into the pool.

     `Feel free to join in,' Pancho said, waving his hand expansively
towards the pool. `I think that you would welcome the water after your long
drive today.'

     `You're so right,' I said, putting down my bottle and jumped up from
the chair, grabbing Karl's hand to pull him up too, and then we both jumped
into the pool.

     How sweet, cool and deliciously refreshing it was too. I slowly let
myself rise to the surface amid many bubbles to be confronted by the big
bare breasts of Thelma.

     `Hi honey. Glad you could join us. These two pricks are giving us a
hard time.' She waved her hand indicating Tom and Chris.

     We were nearly at the shallow end and her hands were on my shoulders,
her breasts wobbling with her laughter.

     `That sure was one hell of an entrance you two made. It really had us
fooled,' her breasts now moving violently as she laughed again. `What the
hell are you wearing this thing for?' as her hands went round my back and
undid my top. `It's so restrictive. There,' she said as she pulled the top
away and revealed my tits, `doesn't that feel better?' She threw the top
out of the water and her other hand caressed one of my breasts. `These are
peaches that should never be hidden. They need the sunshine.'

     There was a sudden splash alongside us and up from the turbulent water
rose Trevor.

     `Now Thelma dear,' he said, pulling her hand away from me. `Do not
handle the guests until you are invited. Please excuse her,' he said to me,
`she just cannot resist a pair of breasts, and if I may be so bold to say,
even I am resisting a very strong temptation to do the same. You look
magnificent my dear, and I'm sure that the rest of you is just as perfect.'

     `Go away you ham,' said Thelma, `go chase the boys,' as she splashed
water at him.

     Suddenly an arm came up round my waist and pulled me right round and
away from Thelma and Trevor and found myself up against the chest of
Tom. My white breasts were tight up to his dark chest and I could see that
he was not a true black, but definitely of mixed race. His face was
European but with a slight hint of a flair at the nostrils. His skin was
like dark satin, not just to look at but to feel as well.

     I felt my nipples harden as he held me to his chest, and I could also
feel that he was getting an erection at the same time. It was pressing
tight up against my stomach which was churning up my thoughts as well as my
insides. Feeling that hard cock made me wish I wasn't wearing those
bottoms, because if I hadn't been, I'd have taken him in there and then.

     `Sit next to me at dinner,' he whispered in my ear, and then swam off
leaving me trembling. I joined the others in playing ball, but don't
remember much of the game because all I could think about was that huge
prick pressed up tight against me, and how much I wanted to fuck him.

     Eventually we all left the pool and went to our rooms to shower and
dress for dinner. We had drinks in the small bar off the lounge before
Santos announced that dinner was ready to be served. As it happened, Pancho
seated me next to him with Tom placed on my left.

     It was the most superb meal I'd eaten since arriving in America, and
the table conversation was gay and light hearted. Many an anecdote was told
and Pancho told the others the reason for our visit to them. For dinner, I
had chosen to wear a short skirt with a loose halter top, and I had Tom's
hand up my skirt more than once during the meal. I only touched him once
and felt he was so hard, that I thought it better to leave it alone till
after the meal.

     As dinner was over, people started to drift away from the table and I
whispered to Tom if there was somewhere we could go, together. The others
didn't seem to notice us as we passed through the lounge where they were
settling themselves down. I was clinging to, and looking up at Tom as we
went so didn't notice the large screen on the wall in front of the seats.

     With his arm round my shoulder, we went through the lounge and into a
corridor and he opened the first door we came to and he ushered me
inside. It was a bedroom and as soon as he closed the door behind him, I
was in his arms, kissing him, pressing myself up against him feeling he was
still hard down below. It was with a feverish haste that I undressed and
naked and standing before him with him still in his underpants. I moved in
close and knelt before him and pulled them down, his erection sprang out,
proud and arrogant. I left the pants to fall down the rest of the way on
their own as I took hold of him with both hands. Gently moulding it,
caressing it, squeezing it, pulling the soft skin back slightly to reveal
the pinkish head of his cock, giving it another gentle squeeze to make the
eye open. To this I put my tongue and licked it before opening my mouth as
wide as possible and took him in. Now I've got a big mouth, (they say that
the size of a woman's mouth relates to the size of her cunt), even then, it
was only just big enough to take him in.

     He was huge and I could only take a third of its length, but what a
gorgeous third. My own fluid was running down my thighs as I sucked him. I
wanted more, so I quickly rose up and pulled him to me as I fell back onto
the bed. As he fell on me, his massive tool slid up the trail of my juices
and up into me. He didn't seem to stop. He kept moving in, and in, and
in. I thought he was going to come out of my throat. I was full as his
thighs touched mine. What a fuck we had! He reamed me completely and how
many times I came, I don't know. I just revelled in the surges of pleasure,
the waves and waves of heat flowing down from my belly and out from my
thighs

     When he came, he held me tight, his pubic bones grinding hard up
against mine. The rigidity of him was awesome as he spunked. I felt the
violent throb of his penis tight inside me as he jerked with every
spurt. My own thighs ached from holding him so tight with my legs as he
spent himself.

     I didn't really know how strong he was until he lifted me, still
impaled, off the bed and turned round so that he could then lay back on the
bed with me now astride of him. He smiled at me and gently massaged my
breasts as I threw back my head and howled as I came again against his
still stiff member inside of me.

     I eventually crawled off and lay down beside him to catch my
breath. He said that we should really be getting back to the others. I
agreed, but not before I rolled over and took his now limp prick completely
into my mouth. Tasting myself as well as him as I sucked and licked him
clean like a mother cat does to a kitten. But I eventually released him and
got off him and the bed and we got dressed and left the bedroom.

     We entered the lounge and everybody clapped and cheered us. I couldn't
understand it! Why? I sat down between Richard and Chris and then I saw
this huge screen in front of me. The penny dropped.

     `Didn't Tom tell you?' Richard asked, his hand squeezing my knee. I
shook my head, the penny clanging about in my empty tin can of a head.

     `You filmed it you bastard,' I whispered fiercely to Richard. I could
feel my face flaming up in embarrassment.

     `Please, please,' begged Richard, `we thought that Tom had told
you. Everyone gets filmed in that room. Now please relax,' his hand
stroking my knee now, `we're all in the same business.' He was interrupted
by Heloise leaning over the back of the seat and pressing a drink into my
hand.

     `Just terrific Angela. Wish I could be as natural as that. It was
fabulous.' I just sat there, red faced as others came up and gave me their
congratulations. Pancho was last and full of abject apologies, but what a
`tour de force' he exclaimed. He was very eloquent in his praise as in his
apology, and eventually won me over. So much so, that I agreed to watch a
re-run of the film.

     I sat there and cringed at the obvious abasement of myself before
Tom. Taking that huge prick into my mouth, sucking and trying to swallow
the thing. My lust so apparent (at least to me), as I laid back and he
fucked me, the joy and excitement on my face for all to see.

     Chris, still sitting beside me, took hold of my hand and kissed it. `I
wish it was me up there,' he whispered into my ear. I felt myself blush
again as I squeezed his hand by way of response. I had guessed that him and
Tom had something going between them, judging by the charcoal drawings, but
now I wasn't sure now what he had meant by the remark he had just made. Did
he want to be in the position of Tom on top, or be underneath in place of
me? I found out later that he meant to be on top at the time of speaking,
but would also not object to being below either. He was jealous of
everybody who was a recipient of Tom's organ.

     I dropped my hand into his lap and felt the hardness beneath the cloth
of his trousers, so I kept it there, stroking him as we watched the last
few minutes of the film.

     Something made me turn round before the end, and I was surprised to
see that nearly all of the company were doing things to each other. What
hit me most was the sight of Karl, his head thrown back as Claire's head
went bobbing up and down on him. Well, what's good for the goose...

     There was more clapping and cheering as the film faded out, but the
lights only came on low. I pulled my hand away quickly, but he caught it
and asked if he might have the pleasure of my company later that
night. After feeling that he was as big as Tom, I nodded and whispered into
his ear, that as long as it wasn't in that room. He laughed and assured me
that it would be very, very private.

     We talked as a group about our techniques and problems of filming for
the next hour or so, until I suddenly realised that there was only Pancho,
Chris and myself left in the room. I came to a stammering halt and Pancho
jumped into the silence by saying that it was time for him to retire for
the night, and wishing us a pleasant night's sleep, made his way out
leaving the two of us alone. Where Karl was I had no idea, but I bet he
wasn't on his lonesome.

     Chris pulled me up from the depths of the cushions and led me out of
the lounge and down a corridor to what must have been his room. There were
twin beds in there, and both were empty so that the two of us were
alone. In the dim light we kissed, my breasts crushed up against his chest,
his erection digging hard into my thigh.

     `Let's do the film in reverse,' he whispered as he quickly stripped
off his clothes and knelt down before me to pull down my panties. I stepped
out of them and stood with my legs wide as he bent his head and ran his
tongue through my bush and up into the folds of my sex. With his fingers
parting the flesh, his tongue was soon doing wonders with my clit and I
trembled as I felt my orgasm getting close. He abruptly stood up and
holding on to me, fell backwards onto the nearest bed so that I was on top,
kissing him with his cock throbbing away under my stomach making me move up
to release it.

     `That's it baby, get up on top,' he said, and I straddled him and
lifted myself and grabbed hold of his tool, holding it upright and gently
rubbed the head of it against my sex before inserting it and lowering
myself down.

     Wow! He was as big as Tom and as the head slid in, I felt every inch
of him as I sank those last few inches, my hands on my thighs as I took him
completely inside me. It was wonderful as I let his body take the full
weight of me as I felt him throb and pulse inside. His hands came up and
caressed my breasts as I started to move up and down on him. It's a tiring
way of sex, but I loved that rod of steel churning my inside as I fucked
him.

     I soon came screaming, begging him to let go as well. His strong hands
gripped my waist in my final movements as he thrust up to my downward
moves, and we then came together. Shuddering, screaming and shaking as I
flooded out over his thighs, his cock bursting my insides as he shot his
load, the head of his cock thumping tight inside me. I collapsed on top of
him, my sweat mingling with his, my nipples aching and sore as I squashed
then on his lower chest.

     `Let me lick you,' he said into my hair as I lay there. `I lick you
and you lick me.' I roused myself up off him, giving out a whimper as I
felt him slide out. I turned round to assume the sixty nine position and
his tongue was quickly inside me as I grasped his still erect penis in my
mouth and started to suck on him. We really cleaned each other up as I
licked him dry and he licked me wet. I'd had another orgasm as he was doing
it.

     We then slept in each other's arms.

     It was still dark when I awoke, well not quite, there was just a shade
of grey touching the night sky. I quickly gathered up my clothes and
dressed and found my way to the room that Karl and I had been allocated. It
was with some relief to see that Karl was in bed asleep. The light snore
attested to that and I just as quickly undressed and slipped into mine and
soon fell into an exhausted coma.

     I woke up as the side of the bed dipped with the weight of Karl.

     `Ah! The Goddess of Phallus awakes,' he said.

     `Cut the sarcasm,' I muttered as I looked at the small clock by the
bedside.

     `And what time did you come in last night?' he queried petulantly.

     `What does it matter. When the party broke up, I came here, but you
weren't, so I went out again,' I retorted getting out the other side of the
bed and went into the bathroom. `Who were you with?' I called out, `No!
Don't tell me. I don't want to know.'

     `Heloise if you want to know,' he said draping himself around the
bathroom door with a smirk on his face, catching me just wiping my
backside.

     `Did you enjoy the film last night?' I asked casually as I went into
the shower stall and turned on the water.

     `Yes,' was the sullen reply, `I think as much as you enjoyed making
it.' I bit my tongue not wanting to start a slanging match, and finished my
shower in silence. I peeked out of the window and saw that it was swim
costumes for breakfast out at the poolside, so quickly dressing the same, I
soon joined them. Karl followed ten minutes later.

     What a wonderful breakfast it was. Santos had taken my order and it
was in front of me just after Karl had sat down. I complimented Pancho on
the fine food that we had been served at dinner as well as the breakfast.

     `I will pass on your comments to Maria, that's Santos' wife, and I
must add my own. I think we have been somewhat remiss in that department
lately. We have become so used to the excellence, that I'm afraid that we
have been taking it for granted. Thank you for reminding me.'

     This crowd had the same bonhomie, comradeship and lack of inhibitions
as our crew, but in more pleasanter surroundings, and I made a mental note
that we should also have a good permanent chef join our happy band.

     Soon after, Karl and Richard had their heads together talking over
film, camera angles, lighting etc., while I went over casting, direction,
distributing and the like with Pancho and Trevor. That was the morning
gone.

     After a light (fabulous) lunch, we switched, covering what other
aspects we could think of until late afternoon when Pancho called a halt
and suggested that we get at least one swim in before dinner.

     It was really relaxing just lazily doing backstrokes and turning over
in my mind what I had learnt that day. I think that the others had been
told not to make passes whilst I was swimming, because I wasn't accosted
once, even though I had discarded my top and my breasts were two big white
mounds floating in the water.

     Dinner again was a delight to the taste buds as was the conversation
for the mind. My companion this time was Richard who still had little gems
of knowledge which he imparted to me. As dinner finished, he whispered in
my ear, that after the film show, he had something to show me in his room,
and I had a good idea what it was he wanted to show me I thought.

     He settled himself down next to me in the lounge as the screen lit up,
showing the room that I had into unwittingly gone with Tom the night
before.

     I was surprised to see that it was Thelma and Heloise who entered into
the room. They were consummate actresses, though I could see that this was
not acting. They overwhelmed each other with passion throughout the whole
session. Richard had pulled me close to him and was fondling my breasts
inside my blouse while watching the two girls perform. He withdrew his hand
as the screen darkened and some of the lounge lights came on.

     `Come,' he said to me, taking my hand and leading from the lounge. I
glanced back and saw that Karl was still absorbed with the two naked
breasts he was playing with.

     I sat down on his bed as he said that now he would show me what he had
promised. He left the room for a moment and I undid the buttons on the
front of my blouse and pulled it free from the waist band. He was soon back
and sat down beside me.

     `Give me your hand,' he said, which I duly did and he placed an
optical instrument on my palm.

     `What's this,' I exclaimed, `I thought...'

     `It's the latest from Japan,' he said excitedly. `It was made
specifically for use in micro surgery. An optical lens for insertion into
the body before they actually cut. See, it's so small! Now I can actually
film the close up acts of penetration or cunnilingus without getting my
head and camera in the way.'

     I turned the small lens in my hand and saw that he was right and Karl
would give his back teeth for this.

     `It's for you,' Richard said, `I've got two others and I think you
could do good work with this.'

     `I...I'm grateful,' I stammered, `I don't know what to say, or... or
how to thank you. When you asked me to come to your room, I thought...I
thought...' as I gestured to my undone blouse.

     `What? Oh, I see. No, no, I didn't...well, not really. I'm more for
the other gender, though a mouth is the same for both sexes, isn't it?' he
said, giving me a wicked grin. I laughed and agreed with him as I put the
small lens on the side table and slid off the bed and went in between his
legs.

     He leaned back on his elbows as I slid down the zipper of his trousers
and pulled out his semi erect penis. I slowly moved my hand up and down on
it, the soft skin moving with the motion, the flesh under it hardening
up. With the penis head partly exposed, I gently blew into the eye, feeling
him shudder before I put my wet mouth over him, sucking in as I pulled the
foreskin right down. I gave him as good a blow job as I knew how. It didn't
take long for his throbbing cock to explode in my mouth. Swallowing his
emission, I then licked him clean before folding him back inside his
trousers.

     He thanked me as he zipped up and helped me up to my feet. I thanked
him in return for the lens and picking it up, left his room and made my way
back to mine. Karl was not there, for which I was grateful, and I was soon
in bed and fast asleep. In the morning, I didn't ask Karl who he had been
with, neither did he say. I did not mention the mini camera lens as I
thought to save that bit of news till later.

     Breakfast was a bit subdued as everyone knew we leaving straight
after, and we'd really made good friends of all of them. Goodbyes were said
all round with promises made on both sides to keep in touch and to visit
whenever anyone could.

     I was sorry to leave such good people, the villa, that friendly oasis
in the desert, them waving us off as the dust cloud we raised, followed us
right up to the black ribbon of tarmac that was the highway. (Ed. Note:
This last episode is also to be found in Hitch Hikers II.)

     On the drive back to the hotel where we'd left Epsom and Beverley, I
showed him the camera lens. Karl was ecstatic about it, telling me in
excited bursts about how he could use it, echoing Richard's words. Not only
did we get that, but something just as good. Pancho and Richard had agreed
to feed our films into their pipeline of distribution throughout the
States. They would take a percentage of course, but our income would more
than double.

     We made a happy pair as we drove back singing cowboy songs. Karl
couldn't wait to get back to England and try out his new toy. I was also
ready to return for our new films and develop what I'd learned into my
directing talents.

     We were back a week early, but it gave Karl time to adapt the lens
into his camera system. Epsom was in time to begin her new term at school
and Beverley looked after the house.

     When the cast and crew returned, all on time, a good sign, we all
pitched in to make films and money. The blockbuster was put on the back
burner and we made "Twilight", "Patient Care" and "Girls' Dorm", the rights
of which we bought and did a re-make from the original that I starred in
with Carol. This version, as everyone agreed, was far, far better.

     It must have been about six months after our visit to the States, that
Richard stopped over on one of his visits to Europe. We made him very
welcome, (especially Claude, who was bedded by him almost immediately.)
Digressing slightly, I had also bought the rights to "Snowbound", which was
to be my blockbuster, but I needed to find the right location for the
outside snow scenes, as we didn't seem to get much or enough snow in
England, and I wanted the time off to go to Europe to find this location.

     Now with Richard here, I could take up the offer he'd made to help
out. I had written a script called "Gay Life", and I thought that Richard
would be the best person to direct it than anyone else. When I put it to
him and he'd read the script, he readily agreed to do it.

     So two days later I flew off to Austria, hired a car and spent several
days driving round the mountains looking for a suitable location. One
night, in the hotel that I was using as a base, I was in the bar having a
drink before dinner, when a good looking man, late thirties I would say,
stopped by me.

     `Excuse me, but you are English, yes?' he asked. I said that I was,
and he continued, `I noticed the night you arrived that you were alone. I
also am alone, and I would consider it an honour if you would care to dine
with me this evening. Please. This is not what, I think you er...call a
`pick up', is that the right expression?' I laughed and said that the
expression was correct, but... He interrupted me.

     `Please. You are a very beautiful woman and it would make me very
proud to be seen dining with such a woman, who I think, also is an
intelligent person and would provide stimulating conversation.' After such
a build up, I couldn't refuse and let him escort me into dinner.

     His name was Marcel d'Eider, French, and lived in the centre of France
overlooking the Dordogne river. No, not married, but widowed four years
earlier, no, no children. He liked the seclusion of the mountains here in
Austria and often stayed at this hotel, but never with such pleasant
company. He didn't quite say what he did, but that things seemed to run
themselves whilst he travelled.

     He was witty and very well educated, at ease in my company and so
charming and beguiling that I wanted to take him to bed immediately, but I
don't think he would have appreciated that. I could tell that he wanted to
make the running, so I was just as charming as he was and refrained from
being flirtatious. I also liked his impeccable manners with the hotel staff
and the deference he was shown in return.

     I enjoyed his company so much that I didn't notice that we were the
last couple left in the dining room. He apologised for keeping me there so
late and escorted me to my room, and with a kiss on the hand, bade me a
very good night's sleep.

     The next day, after a long fruitless drive, I was glad to get back to
the hotel and a hot bath. When I went down to the bar, he was there and
stood and beckoned me over. I sat down in the held chair as he ordered us
drinks.

     At dinner, I told him part of my life; that I was not married but did
have a ten year old daughter. That I lived in the country in England and
was a film producer. That was why I was there in Austria at the moment,
looking for a suitable location for our next film.

     Such as, he enquired? I briefly told him the story line of
"Snowbound", but leaving out the sex part of it.

     `Why Austria,' he exclaimed, `when there are other places that have
snow and mountains? Take my part of the country for instance,' and he went
on to extol the virtues of France through the rest of dinner.

     After coffee, he said that the night was still young, and would I like
to see some extensive pictures of his part of the world that might be what
I was looking for. I said that I would love to, and he then took me up to
his room.

     I sat on the settee and he produced a thick album of photos for me to
look at and asked if I would like a drink too? I answered that I would and
I leafed through the pages to see that he was right. The pictures showed
many places that fitted with what I had in mind. There were also some of a
lovely chateau that could be used in future films.

     With an ease that astounded me and the finesse that he employed, I was
in bed, naked and begging for it before I realised how expertly I had been
seduced. I can't even remember how he did it, but there he was, licking me,
using the tongue in the right places and bringing me to the state of
begging him to fuck me. This he did with very good flair. It was wonderful
and I stayed the night in his bed and gave him a tit roll in the morning
before we got up.

     He then came with me in the car as I drove round other parts of
Austria and I enjoyed his company so much, that we became inseparable for
the next four days. I came to learn his body most intimately as he did
mine.

     Then came the time for me to leave. I told him that night at dinner
that I must return the next day to England, and then he sandbagged me!

     He took my hand in his and asked me to marry him.

     I was flabbergasted! I think the shock showed on my face, because he
became very apologetic saying that he was a fool to rush in, but pleaded
that he didn't want to lose me.

     I tried to think of excuses to refuse, but no sensible one's came to
mind. I don't know enough about him, he didn't really know me either. I had
a daughter, bring her too. I would want another child, more than one was
his answer. I wasn't a good girl, nobody's perfect. Whatever I came up
with, he countered.

     What made my defences crumble was when he showed me the ring he wanted
to give me for our engagement. The rock looked as big as Gibraltar to
me. It was a fantastic diamond that you could only dream about. I faltered
and lost the power of speech and could only nod dumbly as he put the ring
on my finger.

     I sent a telegram to England saying that I was remaining in Austria
for a few days longer and not to worry. Marcel and I then went to Vienna
and I had a wonderful time there, sightseeing, dancing and making
love. Constantly turning my hand so that the ring caught the light and
flashed its brilliant colours to all and sundry.

     Over those three days we made our plans, but I said that I must finish
my work schedule in England, to which he agreed, and said that I could
still continue in the industry after we were married. (I didn't think so if
he really knew.) That Epsom and Beverley could come and live with us, and
that maybe, we could produce a sibling for Epsom.

     Many things were left unsaid as he put me on the plane. I had his
address in France and telephone number and that he would make all the
arrangements for our marriage there. It was with many tears from me as we
kissed and parted, promising to be together as soon as we could.

     I was met at the airport by Beverley who soon spotted the ring and
went into ecstasy over it. So much so, that I took over the driving as she
was so excited, and I had to tell her all the gory details about it.

     Epsom was thrilled too that I was getting married, and to a Frenchman
at that. She was to have a new daddy and said that she couldn't wait to
tell the other girls at school she was so excited.

     The cast and crew were also delighted and showered me with
congratulations. Karl was the only sour puss there, but grudgingly added
his to the others. It was a pity that Richard wasn't there to share the
moment with us. "Gay Life" was in the can and he'd left two days before I'd
arrived back.

     The film, which I saw the next day was a minor masterpiece. A
quasi-documentary of a gay community that showed that men and women could
have love and commitment to those of the same sex. Richard had wanted my
name to be on the credits as director, but I refused as it was he who made
it such a good film, that I insisted that his name be used, but under our
banner.

     It took me two days to tell them what had happened to me whilst away,
and it did cause a distinct attack of anxiety about the future of the
company. I tried to dispel their doubts though not enough it appeared. Our
next film lacked the lustre of others even though I threw myself
wholeheartedly into it. I admired Karl's use of our new camera lens in
getting the close ups of tongues licking out and sucking of the clit.

     I must admit that most of my thoughts were on Marcel. We spoke to each
other nearly every day and a date was set and preparations were being made
at his home for our arrival and wedding. He even wanted the cast and crew
to come and he would see to all the accommodation. They then could also see
firsthand the locations for the making of "Snowbound".

     Everyone came to terms with it and grew as excited as me as the date
loomed ever closer, until the day arrived for our departure.

     It had taken three weeks for my dress and those of the others to be
made. Beverley as maid of honour and Epsom to carry my train. I paid for
these, but everyone else was kitted out from our slush fund.

     The day arrived and we all made our way to the airport and checked in
at the Air France counter, and were escorted from there to a private lounge
prior to departure. Champagne was served as well as plenty of canapés to
pick from. I was full of butterflies and drank my bubbly a bit too quick
and it gave me the burps.

     It was Karl who queried if it was normal for people like us to be
feted as we were. It was already paid for he was told, so it was assumed
that Marcel had arranged this, which turned out to be the correct
assumption. That was our first surprise.

     The second was when our flight was called and we found ourselves
embarking on a privately charted jet. As we strapped ourselves in for
takeoff, one of our crowd shouted out that this was the kind of treatment
we could accept, plenty of arm and leg room.

     We were the only passengers and when at cruising altitude, we were
served again with more champagne and an embarrassing amount of food for us
to choose from by two very pretty stewardesses.

     `How about a film about the mile high club?' was one of the few
shouted out suggestions that were bandied about. Everyone was excited, me
most of all, and it wasn't long before we landed at the small airport of
Brive-la-Gaillarde. We were waved through customs and passport control and
found six cars waiting for us. We all piled in after a frantic re-check of
the aircraft for the box containing my wedding dress that nearly got left
behind.

     It took hours driving through the lovely countryside, slowly climbing
into the rolling hills and into the small town of d'Eider.

     `It's got the same name as Marcel,' Epsom piped up. It seems stupid to
say it, but I never made the connection. `Yes, you're right,' I said
abstractedly, trying to get my head round it but was too confused to put
two and two together, and there was still a greater shock to come.

     The cars turned off the highway to pass through big stone pillars and
onto a private road. Epsom was delighted to see deer roaming across the
grass between the trees and let out a squeal of delight as a large chateau
could be seen at the end of the drive.

     Uniformed staff opened the car doors for us and bid us to climb up the
steps and enter the building. We were greeted by a formidable butler, who
bowed and said, `Good morning Madam,' in accented English, `Monsieur le
Comte will be down shortly. Please to follow me.' I followed him on
unsteady legs through various rooms until we stopped in a large comfortable
drawing room. Who was the count? Was it the owner putting us up, or...or
was it maybe Marcel's father? Or, and it was a big or, getting even bigger
in my mind that my brain was feeling as though it was going to burst. Was
it Marcel himself?!!

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