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Rich Man

Volume 5

By Michael J Freeman

                               Thatchers Gold

Chapters

1. Cannes

2. Hollywood Reporter

3. VIP Banquet

4. Mad dogs of Englishmen

5. A Town without Puff

6. Bringing Home Gold to Thatcher

7. The Second most Expensive Restaurant in the World

8. Thatchers Gold

9. Bent Coppers

10.John’s Bunker

11.Mr Wong from Hong Kong

12.The Mirror

13.Nick’s Place

14.Gillian

15. Wife Swappers

16. Seventy Six Grand

17. A Miser’s Mistake

18. Videx Christmas Party

19. Centre Spread in the Star

20. A Shepherd’s Warning

21. Bisexuality

22.  Question in Parliament

23. Another Hit

24. A Murderer Revealed

25. he Plan

26. Operation Amsterdam

27. Some Girls you don’t...

28. Beast of Censorship

29. I will do Girl/Girl

30. Lesbian Lickers

31. Anne

32. Call Girls

33. News of the World Reporter

34.Earls Court

35.Sex Doctor

36. The Slug

37.A Lecture

38.The Gay Resort

39.Visiting Artist

40. Pictures on a Boat

41.Surrogate

42.Orgy Time

43.Reunion

44.The Stud

45.My Big Hands

46.An Opera

47.A Slave

48.Valeting

49.Diseased

50.The Fast

51. On my feet

52. Flashback 

53. Arrival

54. Happy Days

55. Hennie

56. Dutch Mafia

57.The Brotherhood of Light

58.Going Back

59.Treachery

Cannes

Chapter 1

Lindsay and I loaded the Peugeot saloon with all the equipment, the lights,  Umatic, camera in a big aluminium box ,  PAG belt batteries, plus boxes of Umatic tapes and Ektachrome Professional film for the still camera.

I had sent the girls, Sally, Frankie, Louise on ahead by plane and Bill, Tuppy Owens and Simon Parrit were making their own way there to the Hotel Monfleurie a five star hotel where I had booked six rooms in the name of the company Videx Ltd.

Sara had volunteered to look after the offices during the ten days that I would be away. Lisa would be there as well and John had promised to drop in from time to time. Lindsay and I would take turns driving to the South of France and we planned to drive non stop all the way unless we became exhausted. When the car was loaded Lindsay jumped into the driving seat and I stood on the driveway outside 1 The Linkway, Banstead hugging Sara in a farewell embrace,“Don’t worry baby I will phone you up every day” I promised as I looked down into her large, dark, liquid eyes that were filling with tears.“I love you” I said and kissed her then breaking away I climbed into the passenger seat and rolled down the window. “I will phone you up from the hotel as soon as I get there” I promised. Lindsay started the car and slowly drove out of the driveway into The Linkway and I looked back and waved seeing the small figure of Sara standing outside the big house as we got on our way.

There was a lump in my throat and I had to look out of the window to prevent Lindsay seeing the tears that suddenly welled in my eyes. I pulled out my pipe and filled the bowl with hash and lighting it. I took a deep hit filling my lungs with hash.“Hey you will have to smoke all that before we go through customs at Dover” Lindsay said.“No way man, but I will bottle it, don’t worry” I reassured him.“What stick it up your arse?” Lindsay asked.“Yes I have got some in my bag already inside a Durex” I said laughing.“Well I hope none of those sniffer dogs start smelling around your arse” Lindsay said laughing.We got down to Dover in a couple of hours and drove the car onto the ship. Going through the British customs had been uneventful and having parked the car we went upstairs to the dining room to get something to eat.“We have to get onto the Autoroute du Sud” I said.“How do we do that because I can’t see any roads from Calais?” Lindsay said looking at the map that we had spread out “Well then I think that the simplest way then is to drive onto the ring road around Paris and get onto it there then it is the same road all the way” I suggested. “Okay man, Paris here we come” Lindsay said. When we drove off the ferry at Calais the French Customs took one look at Lindsay and me, with our long hair, and ordered us out of the car then they gave the car a good search before allowing us to go on our way. “Merci” I said smiling when they waved us on. Lindsay still wanted to drive and we took the road to Paris.“You be the navigator and look at the map and I will drive” Lindsay suggested. “Well it will take you time to get used to driving with the steering wheel on the wrong side and these French guys drive flat out even in the small saloons but the big lorries are what I don’t like” I said. We drove to Paris non-stop with big lorries speeding past us shaking the car in their slipstream and even small cars hurtled by with their drivers driving with their feet flat down on the accelerator. I wondered how they would ever be able to accelerate out of trouble if the need arose. Lindsay was a good driver and we cruised at a steady seventy miles per hour.

In Paris we got stuck in a traffic jam under the tunnels and we crawled along the traffic bumper to bumper for what seemed an eternity before we saw a sign for the Autoroute du Sud and turned off up out of the tunnel onto the main road. Then we drove for several hours until it started to get dark. I suggested that I took a turn at driving while Lindsay slept and he agreed then pulling into a lay-by we changed over and as I drove through the night Lindsay grabbed a couple of hours of fitful sleep although dropping off into a deep sleep a couple of times and snoring.

He awoke and I pulled into a lay-by because he wanted to drive again. Lindsay pulled out a little plastic bag of coke and a mirror and started to line up on a small mirror “I got to have line to wake up” he said, chuckling a white line disappearing up his nose.

“Fucking hell you had that when we went through customs” I said. 

“Well you had a quarter of dope up your arse and I had this” Lindsay said.

“Where the fuck did you stash it when we went through customs then?”

I asked.“Under my foreskin, I got the idea from you when you told me about getting an eighth under yours when you were in prison” Lindsay replied laughing.

“Fucking hell we would have ended up in a French nick and never got to Cannes” I exclaimed.“What for personal use I don’t think that we would have gone away would we?” Lindsay asked.“I don’t know how hot they are on it to tell you the truth but it makes you laugh when the judge is probably smoking cigarettes and drinking a bottle of brandy everyday” I said laughing at the irony of it.“Yes but brandy does not make you into a hippy” Lindsay observed. “No but alcohol is very addictive and just as bad as heroin if you get hooked on it,” I said.“Yes but it's more about poverty than anything else because if you are well fed and comfortable you can lead a pretty normal life on any amount of drugs, look at the Stones” Lindsay said.“Yes I think that there is a certain amount of truth in that” I said. As we drove south in the early hours of the morning we could not keep our eyes open and both started nodding off. “Let’s pull over for a siesta” I suggested. “Okay we will have a kip for an hour or so,” Lindsay agreed. We pulled over onto the verge and soon we were fast asleep. I was awoken by a furious banging on the window which brought me out of the dream I was having about fucking Cindy Day. I looked up and it was broad daylight and a police motorcyclist was looking through the window. I reached over and shook Lindsay and then opened the car door.“Il est interdit a couche ici” said the French motorcycle officer whose motorcycle I noticed was parked just behind our car. “Pardonez moi, je suis anglais et j’ai non compris pas, j’etais fatigue denier soit” I explained in my halting French which I had not practised for years. “Il est dangereux ici, mais allez vous en, tout suit” the police officer said walking away, signalling that he was finished with us and all we had to do was to drive off. Lindsay was awake now and sitting behind the wheel. “What’s up?” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.“It is illegal to sleep on the verge and dangerous too and he wants us to move now” I said. Lindsay started the car and we drove off. I looked at my watch and it was only five in the morning but the sun was already shining and warming us up on this bright October day. “Yippee, Cannes here we come” I shouted feeling elated. An hour and a half later we were driving into Cannes and along the Promenade des Anglais. The Hotel Monfleurie had sent us a small map of the town and soon we were pulling up outside and then driving down a slope into the underground car-park.

One of the first things that I saw was a notice that said,  it was forbidden to take cameras into the hotel proper.

We got into the lift and out at the foyer and were soon signed in and shown up to our room.

Lindsay and I had decided to share a room because we did not smoke tobacco and all the girls did. We were totally exhausted after the long drive and we decided to have a sleep and were soon fast asleep.

Hollywood Reporter

Chapter 2

A knocking on the door woke me from a deep sleep and I opened my eyes and looking at my wristwatch I realised that Lindsay and I had slept all day and all night and that it was the next day. I glanced over at Lindsay who was still asleep and went to the door.

Two maids stood at the door with a trolley on which was piled with sheets and towels.

“Bonjour Monsieur,” one of them said with a smile.

I realised that they wanted to clean the room and I struggled to find the French to answer them.

“Domain, aujourd hui non, je fatigue” I said, telling them to return tomorrow and gently closing the door hearing the two women giggling as I did so.

Lindsay was stirring now and then he awoke.

“We slept for two days” I informed him laughing.

“Two days, unbelievable” he replied, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What’s the time?”

“Time for breakfast and the sun is shining” Lindsay got out of bed blinking in the strong sunlight coming through the window, then he pressed a button by the bedside and a shutter started to come down over the window.

“It’s total security and bullet proof, the sun hurts my eyes in the morning” Lindsay informed me.

“Bullet proof, what’s that all about then?” I asked.

“Well some VIPs come here, this is a five star hotel and if you’ve got money or power people want to take it from you, know what I mean” Lindsay said philosophically.

“Yeah, I know what you mean man,” I replied. “But I’m not rich,” I said.

“Well you’ve got loads of money and you’ll soon be a millionaire” Lindsay said grinning.

“Come on, let's get some breakfast,” I said.

“I’m not hungry,” Lindsay said.

“Okay I will see you later.”

It was breakfast and all the French guys' heads turned as Louise, Frankie and Sally walked across the marble floor of the hotel foyer towards the breakfast area, their high heels clicking.

They wore the Videx T-shirts which had a large red kiss strategically printed across their left breast with the nipple in between the lips and satin hot pants that showed off their tight buttocks and the swell of their pubic mounds as I had instructed them not to wear knickers. The French guys could not take their eyes off the three English girls.

I ate boiled eggs, cheese and croissants with jam washed down with coffee for breakfast.

After breakfast I walked over to the girl’s table aware that all male eyes were watching my progress. “I am going to the Videx stand now and you will find us at level zero but you won’t be required there today or tomorrow because we are getting the stand ready, so you can take any work here that is offered to you” I said raising my voice so that anyone who understood English would know that the English girls could be hired for modelling assignments. “Then when the stand is open I will require just one of you to be on the stand from ten in the morning until closing time which I believe is eight. I will leave it for you to work it out among yourselves, okay? I must say all of you look absolutely stunning” The girls actually blushed then smiled.” Okay Mike” the girls said in unison. As soon as I had finished speaking one of the diners arose and approached me.

“I am a photographer, is it possible to hire out the girls for modelling?” He questioned me in a French accent. “Yes certainly, but you must ask the girls because they are free to work when they want” I said smiling. “Merci beaucoup” the guy thanked me then turning he immediately started to introduce himself to the girls and as I walked away.

“Good luck girls' ' I said and they all smiled realising that they were going to earn lots of money while they were here.

I made my way to the Mipcom exhibition hall on the Promenade des Anglais and an attractive girl gave me a badge to wear at the entrance that had my name on it and the name of the company. All the badges were colour coded to show whether one was an exhibitor or buyer and entrance was restricted to the trade only.

I made my way to level zero that was devoted entirely to pornography and I was amazed to find that there were over ninety trade stands from all over the world and everyone was busy erecting and preparing their stands for the opening in two days time.

I looked at the map of the exhibition hall and found the two units that I had hired. Bill was already on the stand and we looked at plans and started to put up all the publicity material that we had prepared in England.

It took us two days of hard work and Lindsay Honey arrived to help about eleven each day because no-one could get him out of bed before that time.

The stand looked good when we had finished and I stood back and surveyed it. A big sign said Videx Ltd Producers of Quality Erotic Movies and outside were lots of stills from the films, inside I had a television linked up to a U Matic player and the titles were always playing so that buyers were encouraged to watch our titles. I noticed that potential buyers seemed to pay particular attention to Models and especially the outdoor scenes in the countryside where Lindsay Honey fucks Sally. One of the girls was always outside the stand giving out point of sale material to potential buyers with the blue badges.

“Why do you keep playing the scene with me and Lindsay?” Sally asked blushing, her cornflower blue eyes staring and her pretty red mouth pursed.“Because it is the best film that we have and the buyers love it” I replied smiling.“But it’s really embarrassing” Sally complained.“Sally don’t worry because a lot of these guys will book you” I replied. “That’s true I’ve had work every day since I have been here” she replied mollified. “See what I mean and you will go home with lots of cash” I said laughing.“Okay Mike” she said. Bill as marketing manager sat inside talking to potential buyers and he started to take orders and do royalty deals from the first day that we  had the trade stand open. On the second day, Belgium TV were touring the hall and made a beeline for the Videx stand and myself. “Are you Mike Freeman the English pornographer?” a guy holding a microphone asked while a news cameraman pointed his rig at me. “Yes I am,” I replied. “We would like to interview you for our international audience?” he asked.“Well, go right ahead,” I replied. 

“Is it true that you are openly selling your porno films on the market in England in defiance of the censorship of pornography that exists there?” “Yes that is correct but I am determined to change the law in my country in order to give the people the same freedom of choice as they enjoy in most other European countries” I said.

“When you go back to England is it true that you may be arrested?” “No I don’t think so because being accused of making obscene films is not an arrestable offence in England, but on the other hand I have been arrested by the police and  the master films, and valuable filming equipment, the tools of my trade, were confiscated in an attempt to destroy my company without a trial, and also I am due to appear in court to answer charges under the Obscene Publications Act.

Under this act the jury has to decide whether a likely person coming into contact with the film would be corrupted by it, which you can see is an absolute joke.” “Mike Freeman, are you willing to go to prison for your beliefs?” “Yes I am but I hope to avoid doing so and I am merely trying to change the law and not deliberately trying to break it because I believe that my films are not obscene, but erotic and that all adults should be allowed to watch them” I said. “Thank you Mike Freeman but can we film some of your work like the film that is on the monitor at the moment?” 

“Yes certainly but if you want some scenes on a tape I can give it to you on High Band U Matic” I offered. “No thank you Mike Freeman that won’t be necessary, thank you and good luck” the interviewer said while the camera man filmed Models directly from the screen. “Thank you, I hope that anyone watching will support my fight to legalize pornography for adults in the UK by going out and buying a film” I replied talking directly to the camera. As the film crew walked away I thought to myself I am definitely making waves that will be felt in England and I am getting stronger.I wandered around the large exhibition hall and one of the first pornographers I met was a German called Charlie Brown, who I had heard of because he had gone to prison before pornography was legalised in Germany.

I looked at his video boxes before introducing myself and noticed that a lot of them featured girls being buggered by studs with big cocks. “Hello Charlie I’m Mike Freeman the English pornographer. I read about you going to prison in the papers in England” I said, shaking his hand. “Hello my friend, I am pleased to meet you” he greeted me.

“I see that you have a lot of anal” I commented laughing.

“Yes if the girls are greedy then I make them have a big cock up their arse” he said laughing.

“I have anal in some of my films as well even though buggery is an imprisonable offence in my country” I said.

“I went to prison in Germany for the same thing but now it is legal everywhere in Europe. I changed the law because in Germany I would not censor my movies” Charlie said.“What are the prisons like in Germany?” I asked him.

“Oh very bad, just like the English ones, I have heard” he said. “And it’s still illegal in England,” I said. “So you may go to prison like I did if you don’t censor your films like the other Englishman here with the Red Stripe Productions. I went up there and his stuff is for children” he laughed. “Yes it is totally corrupt in England with the police taking bribes from producers who are allowed to sell their hardcore films in the illegal Soho shops.” I informed him. “Yes I have been to your Soho and they sell everything there and I went because they sell copies of my films, the arseholes and the police do nothing” Charlie said anger beginning to show. “Yes they get away with it because the Porn Squad gives them an unofficial licence” I said and no-one ever goes to prison except the English producers, it has been going on since the Forties. “England will never change” Charlie observed sadly. “Yes it will because I will change it” I said vehemently. “It was nice meeting a fellow pioneer and now I am going to look around, goodbye Charlie” I said wandering away.

Looking around the other pornographer’s stands I saw a film playing outside and a crowd of people standing around to watch it and at the same time I realised that putting a monitor outside was good because one could only get a limited amount of people in the room on the Videx stand.

I joined the crowd to watch the film and I noticed how erotic it was and the language was French. I watched an outdoor scene and a girl wearing a white dress riding through the countryside on a bicycle and as she rode her dress billowed out to reveal her thighs, then she met a lover and they lay together and made love. It was beautiful and I would have been proud to have shot this scene myself because it was erotic art and even though it was explicit it was not obscene. After a while the same scene came on again and I realised that it was on a loop and wandered off after a while I decided to explore the other floors where television programmes and films made for TV were showing.

I visited the BBC stand and began chatting to one of the guys but he seemed to think that pornography was a laughing matter a something to snigger at and after a few minutes I made my excuses and left thinking that it would take a long time, maybe decades to de-condition the British people that sex and the human body was not inherently obscene in someway.

I visited a stand where the proprietor showed me a TV screen on which one could draw a picture directly on the screen using a stylus.

I sat down to try it and picked up the stylus I began to draw. I finished a picture then the guy pressed a button and the image was stored. I was amused and thought that I would like to own one of these gadgets and then as I drew another picture I began to hear sounds of approval and people making “ah” and “oh” sounds.

The French guy running the stand walked over to a curtain and parting it slightly he gestured for me to look.

I looked through and was surprised to see a huge cinema type screen with my drawing on it and lots of people watching a picture I had drawn. I sat down and started to draw a series of nudes and the sounds of approval grew louder. The French guy wanted me to stay because I was drawing in spectators to his trade stand but then I drew a picture of a beautiful island. Then rising I got up and shook his hand. “I’ve got an appointment,” I explained.

“You are a good artist” he praised me.

“Yes in your country but in England I’m a criminal” I said emphasising the irony of the situation and walked away.

“Please return” he called after me.

I thought about how different my life would be if I lived in France and walking down to level 0 I went onto the Videx stand and noticed how crowded it was. Frankie was standing outside giving out our brochures and I noticed how beautiful she looked.

That evening after work I went to Frankie’s room and tapped on the door and was surprised that Bill answered it.

“Hello Mike, we had a great day today and there is a Spanish woman who wants to sign a big royalty deal that’s worth millions.” Let’s celebrate, champagne Frankie, Mike he asked.

“Yes okay” I agreed looking at Frankie who sat on the edge of the bed nodding and crossing her long shapely legs.

Bill walked over to the en suite drinks cabinet and opened a bottle of Moet.

“To Videx” he said.

“To Videx” Frankie and I toasted.

Bill drained his glass. “I have to be off, I have a business appointment in the bar with the Hollywood Reporter and he will want to see you as well” he said then he opened a door in the sidewall and I realised that he had a room that was joined to Frankie’s.

“The dirty bastard, I bet that he’s fucking her rotten” I thought.  

“I expect that you want to chat to Frankie” Bill said with a wink as he disappeared through the door.

I sat in a chair next to the bed sipping at my champagne looking at Frankie who was wearing her Videx satin shorts and T Shirt and smiling at her. I put my hand on her thigh and she looked at me and smiled. I’m going to give you a good fucking” I said.

“What I would like is for you to imagine that you are an SS officer and you order me to lie on the bed and open my mouth then you wank over my face and shoot in my mouth. It's one of my fantasies' ' she said, smiling in a provocative manner.  

I was surprised because I wanted to fuck this stunningly beautiful girl. “Okay if that’s what you want” I said.

“Offen Sie ihre mund juden Frau. Ich will kommen” I said taking out my cock as Frankie lay on the bed I began to masturbate, looking down at Frankie’s beautiful face, her big soft brown eyes staring at my erect penis, her pink tongue lasciviously licking around her rouged lips I did not holdback but ejaculated quickly, shooting several jets of semen all over her face and into her open mouth.

I rearranged my clothes and walked out of her room without saying a word wondering if she had really wanted me to do it but just did not want me to fuck her for some reason.

I made my way to the bar where I found Bill talking to a guy who I presumed to be an American.

Bill saw me approaching. “Ah, here's Mike Freeman now,” he announced.

The reporter stuck out his hand and I shook it “Pleased to meet you Mike I’m Gary” he said in a middle class voice tinged with a London Metropolitan accent.

“And I’m pleased to meet you,” I replied.

“I have been talking to Bill and I’m going to do a big piece on you in the Reporter which is the film world’s bible in the States” he said.

“Gary I will leave you to do the interview with Mike, I have another appointment so I’ll see you again sometime, goodbye” Bill said.

“Mike Bill has told me all about the business side of things, but I want to know about your motivations, making the films, the girls, how you got into the business, this is going to be a big story in the States” Gary said smiling as though he was doing me a big favour and putting me on the map. I did not tell him that I had never heard of the Hollywood Reporter before I came to Cannes.

“Hey I tell you why don’t we go out somewhere, you know mix business with pleasure?

“Yes okay” I agreed because I didn't particularly like sitting in this bar which I had noticed was almost exclusively male. “Yeah it’s all men in here” I joked laughing.

“That’s because most of the business deals are done in the bar over a few drinks” Gary explained.

“Oh is that why” I replied.

“Come on, let's take a walk” Gary suggested.

As we walked along the Promenade des Anglais I noticed that Gary and I were almost the only people not wearing sunglasses at night.

“Hey we are the only guys not wearing shades” I remarked.

“Yes you know why don’t you” Gary asked as we negotiated the evening pavements passing by hundreds of people sitting outside restaurants and bars all who were wearing sunglasses even though the sun had disappeared hours ago.

“You don’t snort, do you?” Gary asked, smiling.

“No it doesn’t agree with me, I can’t get a hard on” I said laughing.

“Is that right, well that would not be any good for you then Mike would it” Gary said with a laugh.

As he walked alongside my five foot ten, I noticed that he was a couple of inches shorter than me and that his black hair was cropped  short, that he was dressed in a white open neck shirt, wearing lightweight powder blue Continental style trousers and white slip-on shoes with white socks. I was starting to notice little things about him now

Like the gold Rolex Oyster, the gold chain around his neck and that he wore no rings on his fingers and I guessed that he was around thirty and reminded me of Jerry Lewis the comedian.

“I prefer a puff,” I informed him.

“What weed?”

“Yes it gives me inspiration and makes me perform well” I replied realising that Gary was getting to know me, probably for his article.

“I haven’t had any of that stuff since I left college, and I used to get really paranoid on it” Gary informed me.

“You were going to tell me why we were the only two guys not wearing shades on the Promenade des Anglais” I reminded him, already suspecting the answer, but not really believing that all these thousands of people could be on cocaine.

“It’s because they are all coke users,” Gary said laughing.

“Really, but I can’t believe that all these people are on it, it’s too much” I said disbelievingly.

“But they are and so are most people in the movie business, or show business, film and TV these days” Gary said as if were a fact.

“Perhaps we better start wearing them or else people may think that we are out of place” I joked.

Gary laughed and looked at a club that we were passing that had a few photos of girls outside and a neon sign shaped like a Palm tree. “Let’s go in here” he suggested.

“Okay” I agreed even though I would have preferred sitting outside one of the many seafood restaurants that lined the promenade.

When we entered I immediately noticed that except for a couple of heavily made up girls at the bar that the place was deserted with loud pop music playing over the sound system. “Come on let’s leave there’s no-one here” I said to Gary.

“Oh that’s okay because then we can have a chat and there are a couple of girls” he answered grinning.

I looked over at the girls who looked like typically French hookers in their twenties or thirties to me and did not fancy them at all but decided to humour Gary because I wanted him to write the article in the Hollywood Reporter. “Okay then” I agreed and we sat down at the bar.

“What are you having?” he asked.

“A beer would be okay” I said.

“Deux bier blonde si vous plait'' Gary said to the barman in perfect French and two beers were quickly served. “Now tell me when you first got into making blue movies?” he asked.

“It was in the Sixties and I had a company and a processing laboratory and started to supply the porn shops in Soho” I replied.

“Where were you born Mike?” asked Gary.

“Glasshouse Street, Vauxhall London in the Guinness’s buildings” I replied thinking of my lowly origins.

Gary pulled out a notepad and began scribbling.  

“What year was that Mike?”

“1939” I answered.

“Really, I must say that you look a lot younger, are you into fitness?”

“Yes I jog and do weight training” I replied smiling.

“The Hollywood Reporter is really big in the film world and when this article appears in the States I expect that you will get deals from American companies” Gary said, draining his glass.

“When will it be published?” I asked drinking my beer.

“The first article will appear while you are here in Cannes” he said grinning.

“I realised that Videx was going to get a lot of business from the article and as I looked at Gary I began to take an instant liking to him, not just because of the business he was going to get me but  because he was so friendly.”

“Another beer Mike” he asked.

“Yes okay then” I agreed and I noticed that when Gary ordered that the barman did not take the money but wrote on a notepad.

The two girls were smiling at us and showing plenty of cleavage and thigh but I wasn’t interested because I did not like their hard looks and heavy make-up and I could fuck any of the three beautiful girls that I had brought with me.

Gary was returning one of the girl’s smiles and taking to her in perfect French, accompanied by all the Gallic shrugs, gestures and hand movements then offering them a drink.

The barman smiled, serving us two beers and the French girls little cocktails which they drank down quickly, smiling at Gary but not at me because I paid them no attention.

“Your French is perfect and you have the accent as well” I complimented him.”

“Tu parle Francaise?” he asked.

“Oui un peu” I said modestly because I knew that even though I could carry out a decent conversation in French that he was fluent and I wanted to speak English and then no-one would understand, that was the barman and the two girls who I began to suspect were hostesses.

“So when did you start Videx, then Mike?

“1979” I replied

“So you got big really quickly and now you are selling your films on an international scale.”

“Yes Videx has taken over a million pounds in orders already” I replied.

Gary’s pen moved rapidly over the paper. “I saw a bit of one of your films when I visited the Videx stand and Bill is going to give me others to look at in my room tonight before I write the article. What is your favourite title?”

“Models starring Sally Costello and Lindsay Honey, but I am producing a satirical series called Rich & Randy and one of the actors is Bill Wright whom you have met, who incidentally is a professional actor starring in Chekov’s Cherry Tree on the London stage, then another title that is selling well is Truth or Dare starring another professional Paula Meadows who went to RADA and who appeared in Hair and a Girl in my Soup in the West End and also Lindsay Honey the rock singer and drummer who played for the Bay City Rollers” as I spoke Gary’s pen moved rapidly and I noticed that he used shorthand.

“Now about the legal situation in the UK, Videx is selling on the open market and I have seen your advertising in all the top video magazines, and I especially like the one in Continental Film and Video Review.

Do you expect any trouble with the authorities? Bill told me about the raid by Scotland Yard and that you and the company could be prosecuted.

I saw the interview that you gave Belgian Television and I’m going to ask you the same question as they did, are you willing to go to prison for your beliefs?”

“Yes I am, because freedom of expression is a quintessential part of freedom per se, and without it the UK will never really be free, because, the corollary of censorship is corruption.

The authorities pretend that the censorship of pornography is not political but if one looks around the world one can judge the free countries by the availability of uncensored pornography for the people, or conversely the banning of it, which indicates a corrupt or authoritarian and repressive regime. Think of any country in the world and apply this test and you will see that it is a true test of freedom”

I said, the words coming easily to my lips because I believed them and had repeated them many times before. Seeing Gary’s pen stopping and poising for more I continued. “Pornography has been legalised by most free countries of the world as is evidenced by the ninety or so trade exhibitors here at Cannes from all over the free world where the availability of uncensored pornography for adults is a right.”

“So you think that the UK is a repressive regime?” Gary asked.

“Yes I do and censorship for adults proves it. I read about the judge in America who said in an obscenity trial. ~I don’t like what you do but I will fight to the death for freedom of expression~” I said thinking that this quotation would go down well in America.

“Well Mike I think that I have got a good interview here and I will start work on immediately, then Gary looked at the girls and asked them in impeccable French if they would like another drink and also if they wanted to dance.

Both girls smiled and said that they did not but accepted the drinks and I looked at him to see if he was drunk but he seemed to be fairly sober to me then he got up.

“I love dancing so I am going to dance on my own,” Gary said.

“Okay enjoy yourself man” I answered wondering why on Earth he wanted to stay in this club on his own when Cannes was full of discos and beautiful women.

I watched him as he walked up to the small stage and started to dance on his own. As I watched him I realised that he was a brilliant dancer and also noticed that he was an exhibitionist who loved people to watch him dance.

He faced front wards and his face bore a permanent smile, as if he was really enjoying himself, and I thought that when I danced in the future I would smile too, just like Gary. I loved dancing too but not in a place like this on my own. Gary danced for ages then he jumped down from the stage and returned to his seat.

The two girls smiled seemingly in admiration and he bought them another drink. “Want another beer Mike?” Gary asked.

“No thanks Gary I would like to go back to the Monfleurie and have a puff. '' I said with a grin which was true because I did not like too much alcohol and really felt like a puff.

Gary turned to the barman and asked for the bill “L’addition si vous plait.”

The barman added up the bill, tore it off and gave it to Gary whose face assumed a shocked expression.

“Let’s have a look” I said and he passed it to me and when I looked at it I realised that it was a rip off and ten times what it should have been.

“I’m not paying it no way” I said angrily realising that we had been ripped off.

The barman was looking at me and he had changed from the servile bartender into a threatening gangster.

“C’est pas vrai, l’addition. It’s a fucking clip joint I said angrily.

The barman pointed to a notice above the bar I had not noticed and I realised that he had just put it there when I had been talking to Gary and it said that all drinks were 100 francs.

“It wasn’t there before, don’t pay it” I said to Gary while noticing that the guy on the door had folded his arms and his face now wore a hard man expression.

I had fought on the landings and in the recesses of British prisons and these French gangsters did not frighten me.

“Look Gary I’m not paying this bill on principle and I am going to teach these fucking cunts a lesson they won’t forget” I said.

Gary’s face went white. “No Mike, I'll pay its only company money anyway” he said.

I noticed that while I was shouting that the two clip joint hostesses got up and moved away from us. I looked at them with contempt and I had always disliked girls like this from the day I had walked the Soho streets and ignored the clip joint girls. “Want a nice girl Sir” I remembered their invitation.

Gary paid the bill and we left the club and I resolved that if the hard looking doorman said anything that I was going to do him and as we left I looked at him straight in the eyes “Enculee” I said which every Frenchman understood as you are queer, one of the biggest insults to French hard man types and as I stared him down he looked away and ever said a word.

“Where did you learn your French argot Mike?” asked Gary.

“42 Rue de la Santé, Maison de la Santé, Paris in the Fifties” I said.

“That’s a prison isn’t it?” Gary asked.

“Yes, that's right,” I answered.

“What was that for then” Gary asked as we walked along the Promenade des Anglais heading back towards the hotel.

“Oh me and another teenage friend nicked a car, just for kicks you know” I lied not telling him the full story.

“Well don’t worry I won’t put that in the article” Gary informed me.

“Look Gary, why don’t you interview the girls before you finish your article and find out how much I pay them and whether they think that I’m a nice guy or not?” I suggested.

“Yes that’s a great idea and I saw Sally on your stand and she is really beautiful” Gary said.

Later I saw Sally Costello. “A reporter for the Hollywood Reporter, an important American film magazine, will be interviewing all the girls tomorrow, he’s a very nice guy and the way he spoke about you I could tell that he really likes you” I informed her.  

A VIP Banquet

Chapter 3

The Mayor of Cannes had invited everyone attending the Mipcom Exhibition to a banquet.

I arrived with Lindsay, Gary, Sally, Louise, Frankie and Bill as we entered the main hall I was surprised to see what a big occasion it was and as we walked in the hallway was lined with press photographers and I felt what it was like to be a celebrity with flash guns going off as we walked a red carpet.

The girls were all wearing low cut evening dresses and were full of smiles at being treated like film stars but I knew that the British media would write about Videx, myself and all of us not as pioneer producers of erotic entertainment for the people but feature us in a derogatory fashion.

I knew that the British media was controlled by the establishment who were connected with those above and that no-one stepped out of line and everyone played the game in order to keep their privileged positions.

It was refreshing and pleasant to be treated as part of the circus, those that entertained the people, like we were being treated in France.

The banquet was lavish and reminded me of the time that I had attended the one at the Royal Academy in London. The long banqueting tables we loaded with food and wine and everything was free as we all stood around sampling the hundreds of beautifully prepared dishes I knew that I could make a new life for myself in France and be treated as an artist and not like a criminal as in England and I wondered why I just did not leave the land of my birth and move the European mainland but then I would have admitted defeat.

Lots of people were attracted to the girls and soon they were surrounded by men while Sally was making eyes at Gary and he was writing in his little notepad and I smiled to myself.

Then suddenly the place was lit by floodlights and a big curtain slid back to reveal a large outdoor area where everyone could congregate out in the warm night air of the French Riviera.

Everyone was chatting, holding drinks and little groups of people formed and suddenly an American was talking to me.

“Hey man, let me introduce myself. I am a porno film producer and I really like the movies that you are making.”

“Really, I’m pleased to meet you” I said, shaking hands, noticing two gorgeous girls who were  obviously American porno actresses and also two serious looking guys wearing shades who looked like bodyguards. As I chatted I realised that the girls, Bill, Gary and Lindsay had drifted away and were chatting to other people.

“I think that we should get together and that you can make movies for us…” the producer was saying when suddenly I spotted the French button girl, whose dark looks I found very attractive.

I started dancing to the pop music that was being piped into the courtyard and moving backwards.

The American producer and his retinue looked at me in amazement and obviously thought that either I was mad or that I was deliberately snubbing them. I took two glasses of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and then I was next to the button girl who was all by herself because I suppose that she just worked at the exhibition centre and wasn’t a showbiz person.

“Would you like a drink?” I said, offering her a glass of champagne.

“Yes please” she answered in heavily accented English and I gave her the glass thinking that she had probably got the job because she spoke English because many of the exhibitors spoke it too.

“Hi, I'm Mike Freeman,” I said.

“And I am Nathalie,” she replied.

I looked into her large liquid brown eyes that seemed almost black in the television lights and here I was on the world of the stage being televised to millions of people talking to a French working girl and not to one of the many self important VIPs that crowded this large area.

I noticed that Natalie had long black hair that she had just arranged into a simple style and not treated or dyed in any way like most of the women surrounding us.

As I looked at her I realised that she felt out of place here and I took her hand in mine. “Come on let’s go over there” I suggested gesturing towards the beach, then I led her out of the glare of the television lights, walking along the seashore and stopping by some beach huts. I took her in my arms and kissed her. Then as I pressed my body against hers I felt my manhood rising and I felt her breasts.

Suddenly she pushed my hand away. “No don’t, I don’t do that” she explained.

So I took her hand and led her back towards the lights and when we reached there she drifted off into the crowd.

I walked back along the beach then sitting down with my back up against one of the beach huts I got my pipe out and began to smoke some hash watching the smoke drifting away on the still, warm air, looking up at the stars twinkling and shining and realising that I had not phoned Sara yet.

I found a phone and dialled the number.

“Hello,” Sara’s sweet soft voice answered.

“Hello baby I have been so busy…”

“Oh Mike I have missed you so much and have been reading about you in the papers every day…”

I love you and miss you so much too, is everything all right?” I asked.

“Yes its fine and we, Lisa and I have been answering the phones every day and we have been taking orders from all over the world, and you never guess your sister Jill phoned from Africa and she saw you on TV out there.”

“Jill, my little sister whom I haven’t heard from for years, that’s amazing” I said thinking of my youngest sister who ran a school in Zambia who I thought did not want to know her big brother because he was a pornographer.

“Yes you are famous all over the world now” Sara said with excitement and pride ringing in her voice.

“Videx is doing really well and we are taking millions in orders,” I said.

“Oh Mike, I am so proud of you,” Sara said.

“Look baby, I’ll be home in six days and I can’t wait to be with you again” I spoke in a soft voice to the girl that I really loved and I realised that sex was one thing but love was another.

“Oh Mike I can’t wait to see you again.”

“No I can’t wait either but I will be back soon so I’ll say goodnight now” I said hearing my voice cracking up and feeling a lump rising in my throat.

Mad dogs of Englishmen

Chapter 4

Lindsay sat looking in the mirror putting mascara on his eyes.

“I’m going for a run,” I said, pulling on my shorts and Videx T-shirt.

There was a knock on the door and I opened it and two hotel maids stood at the door, and seeing Lindsay sitting there putting on his make up, they giggled and gave me a knowing look.

“Bonjour messieurs” they said, obviously wanting to clean the room.

Bonjour” I replied thinking that they probably thought that we were queer then I turned to Lindsay. “How long do you think that you are going to be?” I asked him.

“Oh about half-an-hour,” he replied, smiling at the maids.

I looked at my watch. “Une demi heur encore” I told them.

“D’accord monsieur” they replied walking away.

I went out of the door and shut it taking the lift down to ground level and as I walked through reception I noticed the surprised looks of the staff as they saw that I was dressed in running gear.

“Il est chaude aujourd hui” one of the staff informed me.

“They must think that I am mad running in this heat” I thought and the words. “Mad dogs of Englishmen go out in the midday sun” passed through my head.

As soon as I got out of the door I broke into a trot running past the tennis courts which were full of rich people playing.

They stared at me and I noticed that quite a few of the wealthy did keep fit and I had also seen them swimming in the hotel pool, some of the women bathing topless.

I ran down to the Promenade des Anglais and along the Croisette with the Mediterranean on my left, it was very hot and soon I was perspiring profusely and I was glad that I had a sweat band around my head. I felt alright and kept on running for half-an-hour which was my usual distance, before I turned around and started running back. As I ran I remembered my father who was a champion runner in his day running behind me as I learnt how to ride a bicycle at the age of twelve and I smiled at the memory. Running for me was a form of meditation and sometimes a Eureka moment when I thought of another new idea. As I ran I looked at all the big yachts that were moored offshore, and realised that quite a few of the rich spent a lot of their lives on their boats, not paying any taxes because they did not stay in any country for that long and followed the sun.

Bill had told me that at the end of October they would pull up anchor and move South down the Italian coast to Gallipoli, always staying where the weather suited their skin. “Yes they have a great life” I thought as I neared the hotel and ran  along the palm tree lined Promenade des Anglaise where a group of  Frenchman playing boules with metal balls that shone in the sun stopped their play and stared in amazement as the lobster red Englishman, covered in sweat ran past them.

As ever when I reached the last hundred yards I broke into a sprint, my legs making long strides, powering myself by the big muscles in my thighs. The noise of my trainers on the tarmac heralded my arrival and the tennis players stopped to stare at the mad Englishman covered in sweat, panting for breath, who came to a halt outside the Monfleurie.

As I entered the foyer the staff stared at me in amazement. I got into the lift and when I entered the room it was empty and all the bed linen had been changed.

I entered the bathroom and got under the shower. I noticed that all the towels were clean too. I felt great as the hot water beat down on my body, and then I lowered the temperature until it was cold for a bit then dried myself on one of the big towels.

After a puff I got dressed all in white, trousers, shirt, casual slip on shoes and white socks and made my way to the Videx stand where Frankie stood outside giving out leaflets.

“Hello Frankie, you look beautiful” I told her which was true and as always she blushed.

“Mike I am sorry about the other night and next time it will be different” she said in a whisper giving me a really hot look, her brown eyes smouldering with the promise of Earthly delights.

That night I entered Frankie’s room and she was alone waiting for me dressed in black stockings, suspenders, red six inch high heels with straps and a black peephole bra and as she smiled at me I noticed that she had depilated her vagina and wore a red rose in her blonde hair.

“Do you want a drink?" she asked.

“Yes, champagne,” I answered.

“Yes I love champagne but can you open it Mike?” she asked in a low sexy voice.

“Certainly” I replied, opening the en suite fridge next to the bed. Taking out an ice cold bottle of Moet and putting a serviette round the neck, I opened it with a pop, and filled two champagne flutes.

“Oh I love champagne Mike” Frankie said sitting down on the side of the big double bed.

“Here you are beautiful” I said, handing her a glass and I sat down beside this beautiful girl of nineteen and began sipping my drink.

I could feel the warmth of her thigh as she pressed it against mine, I had fucked her before when I was making The Office Boy but this was different and no cameras were watching my performance, but part of me still wished that there was a secret camera somewhere recording this exciting moment in my life.

I kissed her mouth and our tongues flicked in and out of each other’s mouths in mutual pleasure. “Frankie you are the most beautiful girl in the world” I said looking into her brown eyes outlined with mascara and watching her pupils dilate, understanding that she liked me.

It was true Frankie was a very beautiful woman, her alabaster skin was flawless and glowing with health, her long eyelashes silky, her eyebrows arched naturally, her long blonde hair un-dyed and crimped in the latest fashion with a fringe fell to her shoulders.

I wanted to worship this goddess to make her experience the pleasure of a hundred orgasms experienced as one and I wondered if any man had pleased her as much as I intended to please her now.

I reached over and took a silken pillow from the big satin covered bed and placed it on the floor at her small dainty feet encased in those sexy, fuck me red high heels and standing up I took off my white shirt.

I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of a love god, his muscles defined and rippling.

I saw Frankie’s eyes looking at me in expectation as I took off my trousers and kicked off my shoes, then balancing on one leg, first one then the other to take of my socks then I stood naked before her standing to my full height and filling my chest with air, posing before her proud of the warrior body bequeathed to me by my ancestors the Muldoon’s, Mull meaning Chieftain Doon meaning fortress.

Nature wanted me to spread my seed far and wide and really I knew that I should not let it fall upon the ground with this beautiful creature who with whom I could beget a perfect child and I resolved to ejaculate inside her. First I would give her the exquisite pleasure that I knew how to give a woman. I sank to my knees and like a slave I bent and kissed her feet then slowly slid my tongue inch by inch up her perfectly shaped legs, feeling he skin as smooth as satin then kissing her and as I reached her knees I felt her shudder and begin to tremble, then I kissed her knees and slowly parted her thighs, drinking in the sight of her smooth vagina and the pink inner labia that swelled forth from it.

“Oh yes” Frankie sighed, uttering the first sound that she had made since I started to make love to her.

I worked slowly up her thighs, prolonging the moment when my tongue would reach her vagina, kissing her inner thighs until my hot breath made her shudder again, then I brushed my lips across the swell of her pubic mound briefly touching the pink swollen lips of her labia and as I did I was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

“Oh, oh” she gasped little noises of approval coming from her mouth.

I then pushed my tongue into her warm slit and turning my head from side to side. I burrowed into the wetness of her hot cunt then I began to suck those nether lips into my mouth.

Frankie suddenly gasped and her whole body shook in a violent spasm of a powerful orgasm.

It went through my mind that I could make Frankie come easily and I got up as she writhed around and slid my fully erect penis into the warmth and wetness of her vagina. I raised myself on my elbows drinking in the beauty of her features, her red open lips that were now emitting gasps of pleasure. I bent forward and sucked on her swollen puffy pink nipples as I fucked her, my body beginning to slap up against hers.

I had intended to fuck her for hours but now I wanted to come. “I’m going to shoot my hot spunk deep up inside you Frankie” I gasped.

“Oh yes, I’m going to come again” Frankie gasped in excitement.

I felt myself explode in a powerful orgasm that swept through my body overpowering me and making me let go of the world which dissolved into a thousand coloured particles as my sperm spurted from me deep inside Frankie’s pliant and receptive body that shook against mine in an orgasm of pleasure and synchronicity.

A Town without Puff

Chapter 5

We have all been invited to this club and they are having Miss Cannes beauty contest. Bill gave me these tickets” Lindsay said.

“Are any of the girls taking part?” I asked.

“No, they are all French models, fancy going?”

“Yeah I love looking at girls” I said laughing.

I got out my pipe and loaded it with hash. I smoked a couple of pipes while Lindsay lined up some coke on a glass table top and snorted the lines of white powder up his nose using a rolled up 100 Franc note.

I got dressed in a clean white shirt, white trousers and white slip on shoes while Lindsay put on his tiger skin jacket, a pair of skin tight black silk trousers with red sneakers.

We walked to the club which was a short distance away Lindsay wearing his shades like most other people on the promenade. We gave the doorman our tickets and went upstairs and sat at a table which had a balcony overlooking the stage and a cinema screen on which various adverts of companies exhibiting at Cannes flashed on the screen then a waiter came to our table and we ordered a couple of drinks. I had a beer and Lindsay Scotch on the rocks then suddenly Videx Ltd, Welcome to Cannes and our fax and company phone numbers appeared on the screen.

“Wow! Cool, did you see that man?” I asked Lindsay.

“Yeah, cool man,” replied Lindsay, laconically smiling.

“Hey did Bill pay for the ad?” I asked.

“No I don’t think so they just put the guest’s names up of anyone who comes to the club I think” Lindsay said.

The club was filling up now but most people were sitting downstairs in front of the stage.

Suddenly a weird looking guy entered and sat down at a table on which he folded his arms and stared directly at us. I tried to ignore him then he got up and started to do what looked like some strange martial arts work out right in front of our table.

I leant over and whispered to Lindsay. “Who the fuck is this weirdo, I always seem to get them?”

“You and I” Lindsay replied laughing.

My mind was racing and I wondered if this guy was a maniac or if someone had paid him to cause trouble, freak me out or even kill me.

Then suddenly he was gone and I breathed a sigh of relief that the nutter had gone, then there was some music and a compere came out on the stage announcing The Miss Cannes beauty contest and a line of beautiful girls paraded around the stage while a panel of judges decided who was going to win.

It was quite an enjoyable evening sitting there drinking and watching this display of feminine pulchritude until a winner was announced.

As a sash was put around the beauty queen and a crown placed upon her head the weirdo, who we had seen before, jumped up on the stage and took off his shirt to reveal a very muscular body and then started to pose. There was pandemonium as the compere ordered him off the stage and when he refused three bouncers jumped up in order to remove him and he started to wrestle with them showing amazing strength and warding off the bouncers.

“Time to leave” Lindsay said standing up and we left the club.

Out in the fresh air of the promenade we started to walk back to the hotel. “Fancy going to another club?” Lindsay asked.

I glanced at my watch and it was already one in the morning. “No I have had enough of clubs at the moment” I replied then just at that moment I saw one of the English girls from Red Stripe Productions approaching and surprisingly she came right up to me on the still crowded promenade.

“I heard that you smoke dope Mike” she said grinning.

“Yes I do” I replied wondering who had told her.

“I’m Denise, a model. I'm on the Red Stripe stand and I fancy a puff because I haven’t had one since I left England. I’ve got some coke here if you want to do a swap.”

“No thanks Denise but I’ll turn you on” I replied smiling at this attractive English girl.

Lindsay had been standing back just listening to our conversation.

“Denise this is Lindsay Honey” I said introducing him.

Lindsay bent forward and kissed Denise on the cheek. “Nice to meet you babe, why don’t you two go down on the beach and have a puff, I’m going to hit the sack Mike I feel whacked” Lindsay said.

“Okay Lindsay” I said I will see you later. I said then taking Denise’s hand I walked across the promenade, down the stairs of one of the private beach clubs, which was closed, down onto the beach and sat down behind one of the wooden huts and Denise sat down alongside me.

It was nice meeting a fellow toker, especially a girl. I got out my pipe and stash tin and loading the pipe lit it with my lighter. While it was still smoking I handed it to her and she inhaled and then blew out a long plume of smoke from her lips which floated up into the air and drifted slowly  away on the warm night air.

“No one’s got any dope in Cannes; I bet that you’re the only guy in town who has any. There’s tons of coke though and guys keep offering me it all the time, I can have as much as I want. Oh man, I can feel myself relaxing now.”

I loaded up the pipe again and smoked another big bowl then loading it again. I gave it to her and held my lighter over the hash, while she puffed away like a chimney, wasting lots of my precious hash. “You usually smoke joints don’t you?” I said laughing, beginning to feel high.

“Yes, how did you know?” Denise asked, beginning to giggle.

“Because you are not used to the pipe, that’s all” I explained.

“I know something, that it gets you stoned really quickly” she said laughing her teeth gleaming in the dark.

“Yeah, also it’s a different buzz when you smoke it pure and also it’s not mixed with a carcinogenic,” I replied, beginning to preach again.

She laughed and we sat there for over an hour getting really stoned, and even though she was a pretty girl with a nice body and I was all alone with her in a deserted place, I did not come on to her. Then I started to feel tired. “I’m tired, ready for my bed now” I said, yawning and standing up.

“Yes so am I and I’ve got to be on the stand in the morning” she said.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet and we walked back to the Monfleurie together and we went in and entered the lift.

“What floor?” I asked.

“Second please Mike” and I pressed the button and the lift stopped on the second floor and she pecked me on the cheek. “You are such a nice guy Mike,” she said.

I pressed a bit of hash into her hand. “Here is a present for you baby” I said.

“Oh thanks you are sweet” she said as the lift doors closed and I pressed five then the lift went up then suddenly stopped in between the floors and the lights went out. I wondered what had happened and whether I had better start banging and shouting. I took out my lighter and lit it, pressing the five button again, but it was dead. I sank down and sat against the wall of the lift in the dark and I don’t know why but some instinct told me just to remain silent and wait, then after what seemed like an hour, the lights of the lift suddenly went on and the lift started to move. It rose to the fifth floor and the doors opened. As I stepped out I immediately noticed two heavy looking guys standing outside one of the rooms and recognised them as the guys who were with the American movie producer that I had danced away from at the banquet. I walked off as though nothing had happened down the corridor to my suite, wondering whether they had anything to do with the lift incident, and when I entered the bedroom Lindsay was fast asleep snoring gently.

“They must be the mafia, because the guy has two bodyguards standing outside his door all night” I thought.

I noticed that Lindsay had put down the bullet proof screen.

Bringing Home Gold to Thatcher

Chapter 6

“Hey Lindsay I’m running out of hash. Do you know where I can get some here?”

“No you can’t buy any here. I asked around when you said that you were running short and the nearest place I can think of is Perpignan in Spain.”

“Spain but it’s a bit of a distance isn’t it?”

“I’ll drive there if you want and get some,” Lindsay offered.

“Okay man” I said, giving Lindsay some cash and wondering why everybody snorted the white powder, when all it did for me was make my nose bleed, turn me into a mega maniac and make me sexually dysfunctional.

“I’ll see you later then” I said then I went over to the exhibition hall and visited the stand which was crowded with Louise standing outside giving out Videx literature.

Bill sat at the table talking earnestly to a company representative.

“Hello Mike, things are going extremely well and as part of the British Trade Mission I am proud to say that we are bringing home gold to Thatcher” he joked.

“Bringing home gold to Thatcher sounds like Queen Elizabeth the 1st to me” I joked.

“She acts as the Queen of England now and she’s a dom you know and the Cabinet are all subs” Bill said with a laugh

“But she is anti porn that’s the trouble,” I replied.

“Yes Willie Whitelaw was all for it, if Willie was in you would get a Queen’s Pardon and we would all be knighted” said Bill.

“Yeah some hope of that now” I said wistfully and then Bill was talking to another client.

“You go away and enjoy yourself Mike because the directors don’t work on the stands, and only turn up for interviews, or though as I told you most of the business is done in the bar and I can handle things down here.”

“Okay then but where’s Tuppy? I haven't seen much of her” I commented.

“No she is in her room all the time shagging Simon Parrit” Bill said with a laugh.

“Really I can’ believe that, I bet that she’s off doing business on the Sex Maniacs Diary” I replied.

“No, she is in her room all the time and even has meals sent up” Bill informed me.

“Strange” I replied thinking that perhaps Tuppy had a fetish about having sex with the disabled.

“Well Bill I’ll see you later” said wandering off then I went back to the hotel and picking up the phone I called the Videx office.

“Hello Videx,” Sara’s voice answered.

“Hello baby, how are you?”

“Oh I’m fine Mike and everything is going well here but I miss you so much, the phones are all ringing” she said picking up one.

“Hello Videx” I heard her say.

“Is Lisa there with you?” I asked.

“Yes she is every day but has to leave early to collect her children from school” Sara said.

“What about John?”

“Oh he has been in a couple of times, but you will be back soon and I can’t wait” she said and I heard her pick up another phone.

“Look baby I will phone you at the house tomorrow night” I said feeling guilty that I was leaving this young girl to run Videx on her own and that John was not helping as he should be.

“I love you Sara” I said.

I left the hotel and walked along the beach and a woman approached me.

“You are Mike Freeman aren’t you?”

“Yes I am” I replied wondering how she knew who I was then Mipcom had printed a manual with everyone’s picture in it and there had been lots of publicity.

“How do you know who I am?” I asked, shaking her hand.

“I saw you on the television the other night and what you said was really cool” she said.

“Thank you” I said, shaking her hand.

“Do you really think that you might go to prison when you return to England?” she asked.

As she spoke I noticed that she was an attractive woman but not the type that I fancied and I thought that she might be a reporter.

“I hope not but with Thatcher in power you never know” I replied, thinking that perhaps I would not turn up at the trial if they persecuted me, but it had been over nearly two years now since the raid.

“Well good luck” the woman said, sensing that I was not interested in her.

“Thank you, I’ve got to run now” I said and I strode off and walked along the promenade.

I decided to have some lunch and for some reason I felt alone in this crowded place and wished that I was with Sara. I sat down outside at one of the many seafood restaurants and ordered a bottle of Graves Superior, lobster and a side salad and sat there watching the world walk by as I ate a solitary lunch.

I was rich now but it did not seem to solve any of my problems and the Sword of Damocles still hung over my neck, not here in France, but as soon as I returned to the country of my birth.

I toyed with the idea of setting up a company in Europe and living abroad with Sara but then I would have given up my fight to legalize pornography in the UK and I resolved to be strong and not to give in.

The Second most Expensive Restaurant in the World

Chapter 7

We were all sitting in what Bill had told me was the second most expensive restaurant in the world. I wondered what the most expensive one was and I supposed that it was Annabel’s in Mayfair.

The restaurant was situated high up on a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean, the evening air was warm and scented with the flowers that grew all around us and as I looked around at the other diners, I knew that these people were the super rich, because who could afford the prices I was looking at now on the menu?

Frankie sat on my left and Lindsay on my right then there was Tuppy, Simon, Bill, Louise and Sally. I knew that the bill was going to astronomical but what did money matter now? The proprietor stood behind me smiling while my entourage studied the menu that was in French.

“Mike I’m a Vegan and there is nothing on this menu without meat or fish” Frankie said with a look of disappointment on her beautiful face.

“A Vegan, I’m almost a vegetarian myself, but what do Vegans exist on?” I thought.

“This young lady is Vegan and does not eat fish or meat” I informed the proprietor.

The proprietor looked puzzled and disappointed for a moment then he smiled. “I will go to the kitchen and make a special dish for mademoiselle,” he said in accented English.

“Oh thank you” “Frankie said blushing and fluttering her eyelashes.

“What would mademoiselle like to start?”

“Soup would be nice,” Frankie said.

“I will make it myself” he said then he went around the table taking orders.

I ordered a seafood salad as starters then he got to Lindsay.

“I don’t eat any of this gear, just give me a steak, well done and chips” Lindsay said in a loud voice.

The proprietor looked taken back. “Okay but does the monsieur want a starter?”

“No not for me” Lindsay replied lounging back in his chair.

“What about a side salad with your bifsteak Monsieur?”

“No I don’t eat any of that rabbit’s food” Lindsay said rudely.

“As Monsieur wishes” the proprietor said.

Everyone was looking at Lindsay and Bill gave him a look of disapproval as if to say you philistine.

When the starters arrived Frankie tasted her soup and her face took on a disgusted look. “Urrg it’s got meat in it” she explained.

“Garcon” I called and the proprietor arrived.

“I thought that I explained that this lady does not eat meat” I complained.

“Un petit peu, a little bit to make it taste” he said.

“I can’t eat it, it’s disgusting” Frankie said.

I could understand her point of view but it seemed that the Chef did not and I thought of an idea.

“Do you like mushroom soup Frankie? I asked her.

“Yes I do,” she replied a sulky look on her face.

“I have a suggestion. I said to the chef to make a mushroom soup then I was going to say with cream, then I didn’t because probably Vegans did not eat dairy produce. Then I thought of the nut roast I used to get in the nick. “How about nut roast with a side salad?” I said brightly, smiling at Frankie.

“Oh yes Mike that would be lovely," she agreed.

“Can you make a nut roast with a side salad for her main course as well? “ I asked the chef.

“Yes, anything to please the lady,” he promised.

I wondered at the lack of imagination in a man who owned the second most expensive restaurant in the world then thought that this was probably the first Vegan that he had ever cooked for.

Frankie ate her thin insipid looking soup and when the main meal came it was all arranged around the plates in coloured shapes.

“You see the chef’s a food artist,” Bill said, smiling at me.

I started to eat my meal of salmon trout with sauté potatoes and asparagus. It was nice but not very filling and I still felt hungry when I had finished it.

I finished off with the cheeseboard and filled myself up with cheese and biscuits and I think that the happiest person at the table was Lindsay who looked happy eating his steak and chips. While I had the cheese everyone had sweets which were mainly fruit and cream arranged in pretty colours.

Afterwards I had a Napoleon Brandy along with Bill then we all had coffee.

Of course when the bill came it was enormous and I thought that even though the restaurant was set in a beautiful environment under palm trees high up over the Mediterranean that I certainly would not come here again even though I could afford to.    

Thatchers Gold

Chapter 8

Lindsay had got the hash from Spain and I smoked some in the room because one had to be careful of smoking it in Cannes where it was frowned upon. I had noticed that one of the advantages of using coke was that it was a clean drug without any smell and that one could use it anywhere. I had even noticed people snorting from little coke dispensers in public which they concealed in a handkerchief while pretending to blow their noses.

Bill had told me that we had taken millions in orders and as we were going home tomorrow I went for a drive around Cannes in the Peugeot. People looked at me driving a French car with a right hand drive and I took it out on the Corniche for a drive alongside the Mediterranean. I was happy and I sang as I drove along because I was going home in victory tomorrow.

The next morning I was standing in front of the check out with Lindsay and I was presented with a bill for the equivalent of ten thousand pounds.

I had a company credit card with a limit of eight thousand and I could not settle the bill. I knew that the Monfleurie was expensive but I had not expected a bill this size. “I can only pay eight grand,” I said to Lindsay.

“Don’t worry, Tuppy will pay the rest” he said and she has not checked out yet and she has to before midday and it’s ten to now. Look I’ll go up and get her” he said walking over to the lift and a few moments later Tuppy appeared carrying her small suitcase accompanied by the distorted figure of Simon.

“Lindsay tells me that your company card has a limit of eight thousand” she said, taking out an American Express gold card and giving it to the receptionist. “Take the balance off me and the company can repay me later” she said in a grandiose manner.

I was relieved that Tuppy was paying the balance “Oh thanks Tuppy” I said wondering what would have happened if she had not been there.

Lindsay and I took the lift to the basement and put our luggage in the car. I opened the boot and looked at all the filming equipment that I had not used and I regretted not having had time to shoot the script that I had written for Frankie, Louise and Sally which was an episode in the Miller Family. It would have looked well in the film set against the palm trees and the Mediterranean of the French Riviera. I had not been that busy and could have done it, but the girls had been booked all the time, they were happy earning plenty of money. I had been lazy and had missed a good chance of using an exotic location.

I put my bags in the back alongside Lindsay’s and we got in the car with Lindsay behind the wheel. He drove up the ramp out of the underground car park, into the bright sunshine past the tennis players then down onto the Promenade des Anglais, underneath the palm trees then onto the Autoroute du Sud heading north this time towards Le Havre.

We were not going through Paris this time as we had worked out a more direct route to the port and this time we stopped off at a motel for the night and reached Le Havre a couple of hours after we got up.

“Hey man I’ve still got some coke here and I’m going to do it before we go through the French Customs because someone told me that possession of coke is a serious offence in France and that it’s definitely prison if you get caught” Lindsay said pulling out a plastic bag full of the white powder and starting to snort it from a small silver coke spoon that he had acquired in France.

He had several lines then offered some to me which I refused.  I was getting worried because we were in the dock now and were moving along in a queue of cars approaching the Customs. Then Lindsay threw the empty bag out of the window and it fluttered away in the breeze.

The French custom officials took one look at me and Lindsay and ordered us out of the car. I suppose that with our long hair and trendy clothes we just looked like drug users. They searched the car from top to bottom, while waving through lots of other cars, and when they had finished we were last in the queue and they waved us on with disappointed looks on their faces.

They would have been even more disappointed if they could have X rayed my stomach which was full of cellophane packets of hash that Lindsay had driven down to Perpignan in Spain to secure.

Our car was the last to drive up the ramp on board the ship and Lindsay drove slowly onto the metal ramp and parked. We were parked in the middle waiting for the preceding car to drive onto the ship. I saw the guy that supervising the cars walk off because we were the last, then the car ahead drove onto the ship and Lindsay took off the handbrake but before he could drive forward off the ramp, I suddenly realised with a shock that the ramp was opening, and that he could not drive onto the ship because the wheels were spinning. My heart missed a beat and fear gripped my stomach as the car was slowly lifted up into the air balanced on the edge of the ramp.

“Fucking hell what’s happening” I shouted looking at the control box and glimpsed someone hurrying away. I sounded the horn and kept it pressed down.

“Fucking what’s going on” Lindsay shouted in panic as he realised what was happening.

I looked out of the door window as the car stopped rising because the ramp was fully open now and it teetered, balancing as if by some miracle, on the metal edge of the open ramp which was directly under the middle of the car.

I instinctively reached for the door handle knowing that by rights the car should have gone hurtling down between the ship at anchor into the icy cold waters of the dock. In the back of my mind was the intention to jump out onto the dock side, because if the car went over then it was hard to imagine getting out alive, trapped underneath the big ship, or crushed to death in the car as it was caught in between the ship and the quayside under water.

“This is it, my last moments on the Earth, they have finally got me” I thought as my hand slowly pushed down the door handle.

“No don’t, you will send us over the top, keep still Mike” Lindsay shouted.

By some miracle the car was now balanced on the top of the metal ramp which was directly underneath the middle of the car and as the heaviest part of the car is the engine we should have plunged into the icy cold waters of the dock.

I still had my hand on the horn but I could see that the guy that had operated the ramp had disappeared.

I was sure that it was a hit and wondered who or why someone on the ship wanted to kill me.

“The greatest threat to our country is the permissive society” Thatcher’s words went through my mind and I knew that I was the chief propagandist of permissiveness.

“Maybe someThatcherite fanatic is trying to take me out and Lindsay along with me” I thought.

I realised that the car should have gone down head first but that it was counterbalanced by all the heavy filming equipment in the boot.

Suddenly there was movement in the headlights, with people on the ship shouting, and then the car was lowered until it rested on the closed ramp and Lindsay drove onto the ship.

“Fucking hell we nearly never made it home” Lindsay said his voice trembling.

“Yeah man we were never meant to” I said as the car was surrounded by excited shouting people.

“What do you think that they tried to kill us?” Lindsay said, his voice shaky.

“What do you think, and you can bet your life that it has never happened to anyone before, I mean it’s impossible.”

Lindsay drove the car down into the hold of the ship and we climbed out.

I looked underneath the car and there was a dent exactly in the middle and it was obvious that the car would have gone down into the icy waters in between the ship and the dock but for the fact we had the heavy filming equipment in the boot, including all our lead batteries and PAG belts.

Just at that moment a couple of officials from the ship arrived with serious expressions on their faces.

“Thank God you’re alive Sir, do you want an inquiry as to what happened?” he asked.

I looked at him and knew that an inquiry would not reveal the mysterious person who had entered the control box and pushed the button that raised the drawbridge when we were still on it.

“No I’m just glad to be alive and an inquiry won’t be necessary” I replied thinking that it would be some innocent worker who would get the blame and not the would be hitman.

After the officials had gone Lindsay turned to me still visibly shaking.

“Who do you think it was then Mike?”

“Well Thatcher or one of the fanatical supporters of the New Right I suppose. Anyway it was not our time to go but I reckon that there will be more attempts on my life and the hitman is still on the ship” I said, convinced that it was no accident.

“Do you reckon that they want to get me too?” Lindsay asked as we drove back to London in what should have been a happy mood

“No, you just happened to be with me when a good opportunity came up to make it look as if I had a fatal accident” I reassured Lindsay. “I’m the real target, don't worry.”

“But it couldn’t have been planned, could it, because then the French customs would have to have been in on it” Lindsay said.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because to get us the last on board.”

“That could have been done by someone tipping off the customs that we were drug smugglers, an anonymous tip off, or a bent copper, it’s easy” I said.

“I see what you mean. I didn’t think of that” Lindsay admitted.

“But I reckon that most professional killers don’t shoot people like in the movies; they could just follow you around waiting for an opportunity to make you have an accident. I mean if you shoot someone then it’s obviously a murder and then there has to be an investigation. I mean you could be taken out anytime” I said.

“How’s that then?” Lindsay asked with a scared look on his face.

“Well when people who knew too much in the Sixties were being taken out, people were flung out of windows to make it looked like suicide, one guy I knew had an OD of sleepers poured down is throat but another guy Bobby Clements was given a hot shot, you know pure heroin, you have to trust your dealer when you are snorting white powders man” I said.

Lindsay looked at me with a scared look on his face...

When we arrived at the Videx offices it was dark and all lit up and I opened the doors and Lindsay and as I walked up the stairs I could hear all the phones ringing. I opened the office door and Sara rushed to meet me. I put my arms around her and held her tight.

“Oh Mike I am so glad that you are back” she said.

“So am” I said as I kissing her.

Bent Coppers

Chapter 9

“I can’t believe how many millions you got in orders,” Sara said. “The papers were full of it and someone said in the Telegraph that you got the money to go there from the government and sell pornography, it’s all lies, I have been reading the papers every day.”

The phones were ringing all at once. “I have got to answer them,” Sara said.

“No, leave them, we will start work in a couple of days time but don’t worry about the papers, we know that they always tell lies anyway. Come on, who wants to go out to a restaurant” I said looking at Lindsay.

“Not for me Mike I want to get home to Linzi and I’m feeling really tired after all that” he said.

I knew that he was suffering from post traumatic shock and that he wanted to get away.

“Well okay Lindsay we will have a day off tomorrow and phone me up when you feel fit” I said.

“See you soon,” Lindsay said walking out of the office.

“I won’t be surprised if he doesn’t turn up again” I thought.

“Were you here all alone running the show?” I said to Sara, still holding her tight.

“No Lisa had to go but she has been here every day and John came in too to help” Sara explained.

We drove to the Toscana and had a beautiful meal washed down with wine and then we went home to bed and had a long sex session before going to sleep.

It was Sunday morning and while Sara was cooking breakfast I drove into Sutton and got the Sunday papers.

When I got back home and had my breakfast I read the papers and as well as a few articles about the evils of pornography there was one by Robin Stringer which stated again that Videx Ltd had got the money to exhibit in Cannes from the British tax payer and it was a disgrace that taxpayers’ money should be given to those like Mike Freeman the pornographer to make such corrupting material.

As I read it I realised that the media was softening me up for a conviction under the Obscene Publications Act and I knew that it would not be long before we would be raided again.

“Right you bastards I will carry on as usual and publish the Videx Video Show soon with Sarah Kennedy and the Game for a Laugh team at the Eureka Naturist camp and show nude people of all ages and that will shake up the Establishment as well as making more episodes satirising the upper classes in the Rich and Randy series with the Officers Ladies selling like hotcakes.

But first I wanted to make a satire on police corruption and with this in mind I put an ad in the Stage asking for actors with experience acting as policemen.

Soon after that I received a phone call from an actor who explained that he used to star in Z Cars as Michael Kent and I agreed to meet him for an interview.

Sara and I put the shooting equipment in the back of the car and went to meet him at a rehearsal studio that I had booked.

Michael Kent was there waiting for us. He was about six feet tall with hair that was died red and there was something peculiar about his appearance. He was dressed in men’s clothes but seemed to have large breasts.

“I used to be Michael Kent and was the inspector in Z Cars” he explained.

“Well who are you now then?” I asked.

“I’m Michelle Kent now and I have had a sex change operation” he replied.

I looked at him, or was it her, and saw that he looked like a man with breasts and also that there was nothing remotely feminine about him. “I am looking for someone to play a police constable,” I said.

“Well I have a fetish for police uniforms and I have one right here. Do you want to see me dressed as a police constable” he offered.

I looked at him trying not to laugh. “Okay let’s see it” I replied looking at Sara and smiling while he bent down and started to get some clothes out of a suitcase.  Then the actor stood in front of us dressed in a full police uniform, including the helmet, and he looked so comical that Sara and I burst out laughing.

As I laughed, an idea for a comedy called Bent Coppers came into my head. I looked at Michelle Kent who was formerly Michael “Sorry but you look so comical” I said.

“Oh that’s alright because I want to be a comic '' he replied.

I imagined him dressed up like that walking down the street and I knew that he would make anyone laugh.

“Okay then I’ll write a script, you have got the part at five hundred a day” said.

“Well great because I love being dressed as a policeman but now I’m going to change into my woman’s clothes” Michelle said.

Sara and I sat there fascinated as Michelle dressed as a woman then sat down and made up her face and then stood up.

“What do you think?” Michelle asked.

“Oh great, but I want you dressed as a policeman in the film” I replied.

“Oh I am so glad that you have given me some work and I will be looking forward to receiving the script. Well I must be off now” Michelle said, picking up her suitcase and leaving.

Sara and I waited until the sound of Michelle’s high heels stopped clattering down the stairs and then we both burst out laughing.

I got up and looked out of the window and saw Michelle bending over the boot of her car showing a large expanse of thigh in her mini skirt.

Then two guys walked by and one nudged the other and then gave a wolf whistle and both Sara and I collapsed in a fit of giggles.

The day of the shoot for Bent Coppers arrived and we drove over to the basement flat in Hammersmith which I had hired for the shoot. When we got there Michelle was wearing a police uniform and Kent, Lindsay, Jazz, Poarn and Louise where waiting and looking at their scripts. I knew that this film was not going to be erotic but a comedy and it was my intention to make it the last item on the Videx Video Show in order to get the jury laughing because I thought that I might be prosecuted when it was published because of the Eureka sequence and the complaints that would come from the BBC and from Sarah Kennedy.  “Okay the first scene is where Michelle is walking down the street and passes the basement window and looking down he sees Lindsay taking some glamour shots. Okay we will get that done and then I will cut to the interior” I directed with everyone nodding their heads.

“Right Michelle I want you to go out into the street, walk towards the house acting as if you are on patrol, then when you get to the window you look down and stop and say hello, hello, what’s going on here then and bend your knees like a funny copper, you know.”

“Yes Mike I know every line and it will be comical I assure you” replied Michelle.

“I’m sure that you do but I always direct the cast so that everyone knows what is going to happen. I mean, a professional like you always knows their lines. Now I’m going to be on the basement stairs shooting as you walk along the street, because I don’t want to attract nosy neighbours especially with you dressed as a copper” I explained.

“Right Michelle, you will be on camera as soon as you come into shot” I directed.

As Michelle walked up the basement stairs I tracked her, shooting off the shoulder while Lindsay held the mic so that it lay on the pavement.

I wanted to capture the sound of the big boots of PC Plod as he approached. As soon as Michelle disappeared around a slight bend in the road I started to shoot, then Michelle came into the frame followed by a crowd of kids who were shouting things. I could not have wanted better extras than this and I knew that the gods had provided them as the scene was magical.

Michelle turned around as she got nearer and spoke to the chanting kids. “Go on, go away or else I will phone Scotland Yard and have you all arrested” he shouted, his dyed red hair hanging out of his helmet.

“Can’t arrest us, can’t arrest us” the kids were shouting.

I was getting some really comical stuff as Michelle approached and stood on the pavement outside and looked down through the window. “Hello, hello what’s going on here, blue films eh, I’ll have to investigate this” she said, bending her knees and walking down the stairs.

“Okay cut, great” I said carrying the camera down the stairs and into the door with the chanting of the kids still ringing in my ears.

“Can’t arrest us, called arrest us” they chanted. Michelle closed the curtains. “Lest these children are corrupted” she said.

“That was fantastic, the funniest scene that I have ever made in my life” I said.

I got some change then going up to the street outside to find that the group of kids was still hanging around. “Here you are here is some pocket money” I said and eager hands took the coins that I pressed into their hands.

“Here that wasn’t a proper copper, mister was it?” one of the children asked.

“No, we were making a film,” I admitted.

“When’s it coming out?” one of them asked.

“Oh next year sometime it’s called Bent Coppers, so look out for it and now go home because the actor is not coming out anymore okay.”

“Okay mister thanks” one of them who seemed to be the leader said. “Let’s go and buy some sweets” he shouted and they all ran off down the street.

I walked back down the stairs.

“They’ve gone now” I said laughing. “Let’s get on with the show. That was brilliant Michelle, now the next shot is where you have just closed the curtains, go over there and then I will go to a close-up of your face, and you say I’m PC Knockers and take it from there as I zoom out.”

“Okay” Michelle replied.

“Kent, stay behind the camera until I have finished this scene” I said.

“Okay old boy Wilco,” Kent said.

“Ready for action, Sara?” I asked.

“Ready for action Mike” Sara confirmed.

“Okay, is everyone ready for action?” I asked.

“Yes,” everyone said in unison.

“Okay get ready to roll them, action” I said pressing the record button.

“What’s it all about guv’nor?” Lindsay asked.

“Making blue films, that’s what” Michelle answered.

“I wasn’t making a blue film just taking some glamour photos of the girls!” Lindsay explained.

“Well that’s not what I saw when I looked through the basement window. I shall have to call the Yard” Michelle said and he picked up the telephone and dialled. “Hello this is PC Knockers I would like to talk to Inspector Knackers of the Porn Squad” he said.

With this everyone burst out laughing.

“This is no laughing matter and you lot will find out when Inspector Knackers arrives from the Yard” Michelle said.

“Look I have told you guv’nor that I was only taking glamour shots” Lindsay repeated.

“Oh hello Inspector I have just raided a house in Hammersmith where a blue film was being made. You are coming straight over; the address is 69 Downside Road in the basement. Yes no-one is leaving and I have got everyone under surveillance.”

Lindsay Honey stood hands on his hip with an annoyed expression on his face while the girls Louise, Poarn and Jazz sat on the bed looking at each other.

Suddenly PC Knockers looked over and saw a water pipe on the table; it was porcelain, ultramarine and had a gold cannabis leaf motif on it.

“Hello, hello what’s this here then, drugs is it?” PC Knockers looked around at Lindsay accusingly.

“Drugs no don’t be silly it’s a hookah for cooling down my baccy, here test it out for yourself” Lindsay offered.

PC Knockers strode over to the table. “Cooling down your tobacco eh, you better be telling the truth” and he picked up the water pipe and examined it.

“Look if you don’t believe me try it, there’s a lighter there” Lindsay offered.

PC Knockers picked up the pipe and applied a flame to it and as he inhaled the pipe made a bubbling noise.

“Mm not bad, it’s cool as you say” PC Knockers remarked then suddenly a peculiar expression came over his face. “Ooh er, I feel kind of funny” he said.

Jazz stood up and walked over to him. “Look, why don’t you come over here and rest on the bed?” she offered.

PC Knockers, assisted by the smiling Jazz, rose to his feet and walked unsteadily towards the bed and sat down in between Poarn and Louise.

“Look girls he’s got tits, let’s have a look at them” Jazz said in surprise and began unbuttoning PC Knocker’s uniform.

“Oh yes he’s got tits” all the girls said as they pulled out PC Knockers breasts.

“No don’t please” PC Knockers protested as the girls undressed him.

I wonder what he’s got down here then.” Jazz   said a saucy smile on her features. Then all the girls began pulling off PC Knackers trousers to reveal a vagina.

“Oh look he’s got a pussy as well” Jazz observed and everyone collapsed in fits of laughter.

As I looked at the constructed vagina I noticed that it was more like a hole than a woman’s vagina and I observed that Michelle Kent looked more like a guy with a pair of tits stuck on. He was not in the least bit feminine and I wondered at what possessed this actor to try and become a woman.

“Right cut everybody, that was really funny. Time for a break before Inspector Knackers arrives” I said.

Sara made some coffee and I had a couple hits on the water pipe.

“So are you still getting work after you became a woman?” I asked Michelle.

The bizarre face of Michelle Kent looked back at me and lit up with a smile.

“Oh yes now that I’ve had the op I’m getting lots of work” Michelle assured me.

“Really” I said surprised.

“Well whenever anyone thinks of transgender then they think of me” Michelle Kent replied while behind him or her, the girls and Lindsay Honey smirked and pulled funny faces.

It occurred to me again that life is always stranger than fiction.

“How’s your sex life?” I asked, taking a big hit on the water pipe which bubbled as I inhaled.

“Oh great there are lots of men who want to fuck a transsexual, you would be surprised.”

“So you were gay then before the op?”

“Yes I was gay, queer I prefer to say.”

“So no regrets at losing your cock then” I asked.

“No I must prefer having a vagina”

“Now you can try DP” Lindsay said laughing and with this everybody cracked up.

Lindsay got up and getting out a bag of coke started to chop it up on the table top, then to snort a few lines.

I noticed that Louise was watching Lindsay with a hungry look on her face.

Lindsay smiled at her. “Fancy a toot baby” he said.

“Yes please Lindsay” Louise replied then she walked over to the table and taking a rolled up fiver off Lindsay she stuck it up her nose and snorted a line.

Lindsay looked at Sara. “What about you Sara?” he asked.

“No not for me Lindsay because I am working” Sara answered.

I was pleased that she had refused and gave her a little smile of approval.

Suddenly I felt the urge to start filming again “When everyone is ready then we will start the scene when Inspector Knackers of the Yard arrives” I said.

“Don’t mind if I do old chap, ready, willing and able” Kent said and everyone laughed.

“Okay Kent you go outside, then come down the stairs, knock on the door and you answer it Poarn, let him in then go back and sit on the bed.

“All right I do” Poarn answered, smiling broadly.

Kent went outside and I trained my camera on the door and Kent knocked.

“That’s Knackers” PC Knockers said from the bed where she lay tits out, trousers down with a police helmet on her head.  

Poarn opened the door and Kent came in and surveyed the scene.

“What’s going on here Knockers?” he asked looking at PC Knockers on the bed. “Pull yourself together man and get your uniform on” he ordered.

“Well Sir I had a smoke of that funny tobacco Sir and I don’t know what happened” PC Knockers replied.

“I can see what’s been going on here and it’s obvious that the law, the Obscene Publications Act, Section two has been broken so what have you got to say in your defence because I checked up and it seems that you are not paying for a licence” Kent said looking at Lindsay.

“A license, I was only doing glamour and I didn’t know I needed one” Lindsay objected.

“Well if you are going to sell porn then you need it and unless we can come to some arrangement then I’ll have to charge you” Kent said, his hands making an opening and shutting sign, indicating that he could be straightened, behind his back.

“I see what you mean but will you accept a favour in lieu of cash?” Lindsay asked.

“Well I don’t know about that,” Kent said.

Lindsay looked at the girls. “I think that Inspector Knackers wants a favour girls,” he said.

Suddenly the girls got up from the bed and surrounded Kent.

Poarn unbuttoned his flies and started to suck him off while steering him towards Jazz who guided him into her receptive pussy while Louise pushed her breasts into his mouth.

I faded on the scene wondering what the jury and the Porn Squad would think if the authorities ever decided to prosecute but one thing that I was sure of was that if they were not old like my last trial then they would be laughing.

“If I am acquitted then the publicity will be enormous and pornography legalised...” I thought.

John’s Bunker

Chapter 10

We pulled up outside a luxurious big mansion in the Merc “Here it is, what do you think then” John asked.

I looked over at John’s new mansion that he had just had built in Surrey. “Why do these gangster types always want to broadcast their wealth?” I thought. “Yeah man, it looks great and looks like a millionaire’s house” I said.

“Wait until you see inside” John said getting out of the car, his eyes shining an excited look on his face.

I followed him up a long drive. “I suppose it was nice to have a big house” I thought and I certainly wished the one I was living in now in Banstead was mine.

John unlocked the door and I followed him into a large reception area and the first thing that I noticed was a big circular staircase leading up to the first floor and I was reminded of a Hollywood film.

John stood there smiling. “Well what do you think then Mick?” John asked.

“It’s amazing just like something out of an American movie” I commented.

A big smile spread across John’s face as he stood in his new house, dressed as ever in a smart hand made suit, shirt and tie and I noticed a new affection for crocodile leather shoes.

“Come on I’ll show you around” John said eager to show me his wealth.

I followed him from room to room on the ground floor, including a bar stocked with drinks and a large modern kitchen, before following up the large spiral staircase, passing underneath a large chandelier.

“He has never been so well off in his life” I thought.  

I followed him from one room to another upstairs and wondered who was going to sleep in the several bedrooms now that he was separated from his wife Sandra.

“Now here is my study,” he said, leading into a large room filled with expensive antique furniture then he pointed to a door.

“Now this door leads to my bedroom, it's set in reinforced concrete, it looks like wood but it’s steel inside” he explained opening it.

I followed him inside noticing the King-size bed in the middle and French windows leading onto a veranda.

“And these are bullet proof electrically operated” he said pressing a button so that a security screen came down.

I was reminded of the Monfleurie in Cannes and I just stood there gobsmacked.  

John stopped talking and looking at me obviously wanting me to comment.

“It’s all fantastic John, a millionaire’s house” I said.

I wondered what he would say if I knew that I was risking everything in solidarity with the Gay Liberation Front. I knew that he would think that I was insane and perhaps I was and doubt entered my mind in not telling him about the situation that Videx was in vis a vis the gay films. I could still give in and take them off the market I knew that.

“Now I am going to show you something that is to be a secret between you and me, and you must promise not to tell anyone, not even Sara” John said, his face turning serious.

“Okay John, you can count on me” I assured him I was wondering what it could be.

Then to my surprise he opened the door of a large fitted wardrobe and pushed the clothes hanging inside to one side and then pressing some secret button, the back of the wardrobe opened and he passed through the back into a hidden room.

“Come on, you won’t believe this Mick” he said in an excited tone of voice that reminded me of my boyhood friend of years ago.

I stepped through the back of the wardrobe and I was in a secret room without windows and fluorescent lights flickered on to reveal a bed, and shelves stocked with enough food and drink to last several months.

“Wow! What’s this then?” I asked.

“Well mate it’s my secret chamber and it’s made of reinforced concrete and steel, has its own air supply and it’s soundproof. I could stay in here for months and no-one could find me” John explained with a grin on his face.

“Well John I must say that it’s amazing” I admitted wondering what it was all about and who John was expecting to break into the house looking for him while he hid in this secret room.

Mr Wong from Hong Kong

Chapter 11

Orders were not only coming in from the UK now but from all over the world. Since we had got back from Cannes the company was going from strength to strength.

I sent out the European orders by TNT and they would deliver to the Continent the next day. A huge wagon would pull up outside and the driver would come in and collect all the foreign orders and load the boxes into the vehicle then drive away and we even supplied a chain of shops in Cannes where evidently a representative had visited our stand then one day I got a really big order.

The phone rang on my desk. “Hello Videx” I replied.

“Hello this is Mr Wong speaking from Hong Kong, what is your wholesale price per thousand?” Mr Wong asked.

“I gave Mr Wong a price thinking that it was a joke although I nearly burst out laughing and put the phone down.

“I would like to place an order for £76K of all of your titles and I will pay you F.O.B London Airport” said Mr Wong.

“I remembered learning what F.O.B meant when I took an O Level Commerce in Maidstone Prison and I began to realise that this was a genuine inquiry. “Yes Mr Wong that will be no problem” I replied.

“Okay then listen very carefully, you must make out the Bill of Lading exactly as I specify because I have everything arranged with the authorities at this end, do you understand?” he said.

I knew that Hong Kong was corrupt too because Roy had told me that the posting was very popular at Scotland Yard who supplied police officers to Hong Kong. “Yes I understand perfectly” I said. When the deal was done I said goodbye to Mr Wong and put down the phone.

“I have just got a big order” I shouted and everyone looked at me.

“How much was it then Mike?” Lindsay asked.

“Guess” I replied with a broad smile on my face.

“Two grand,” Lindsay said.

“No a bit more” I replied grinning widely.

“Four thousand” interjected Sara joining the game and smiling.

“No a bit more” I replied.

“Okay eight grand,” Lindsay said.

“No a bit more” I replied, beginning to giggle and enjoying the game.

“Oh Mike, come on, tell us then,” Sara said.

“No you have got to guess” I answered laughing.

“Ten thousand” Sara replied.

“A bit more” I said picking up the phone and taking an order from the Dorchester Hotel in Park Lane

“Twenty grand,” Lindsay said laughing, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Twenty grand, not a lot more than that,” I said.

“Forty thousand then” Lindsay had another guess.

“Hey it’s my turn Sara complained.

“Go on then” Lindsay said.

“Fifty thousand pounds,” Sara said, her eyes shining.

“No, right then I will tell you all, seventy six thousand” I said with a note of triumph in my voice.

“Seventy six thousand, but don’t count your chickens until they are hatched” Lindsay said a look of disbelief on his face while picking up the phone and taking another order.

Just at that moment the fax machine whirred into life and it was from Mr Wong in Hong Kong confirming the order.

“Okay I’m packing up for the day and going out to celebrate but I’m going to phone John first” I said.

“Hello John”

“Yes Mick”

“Just got an order from Hong Kong for seventy six grand.” I informed him, smiling to myself and imagining his face.

“But how do you know if they will pay you, the Chinks are right slippery?” he said.

“Because I’m getting a Bill of Lading and we get paid as soon as we deliver the goods, a thousand videos, boxed with covers, to London Airport and the money goes straight into the Videx account” I reassured him.

“Well I don’t know nothing about all that so I will leave it all up to you but we want the money upfront” John said down the phone.

“Right John will you ring up 3Ms and get the tapes because I want to get this order done ASAP” I said.

“All right if you are sure then I will get working on it straight away. Okay then, I will get onto the printer and order the box tops, also the cases” John said a touch of excitement entering his voice. And I think that I had better buy some more machines for the bank” he said.

“Okay John, see you” I said, putting down the phone.

“Come on everybody, let's go out to a nice restaurant and celebrate,” I said.

The Mirror

Chapter 12

Sara and I parked up outside the Manhattan Suite in Green Street and rang the entry phone.

“Good morning Mike” Lindsay’s voice came out of the speaker and the door clicked open.

“Lindsay, give me a hand to unload the equipment will you?” I spoke loudly into the speaker.

“Okay man, be right out,” Lindsay answered.

It was about ten o’clock in the morning and I realised that Lindsay must have slept in the Manhattan suite because no-one could ever get him out of bed before eleven.

Lindsay emerged rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’re early Mike, good morning Sara” he greeted us yawning.

“Yeah, I want to get everything set up before everyone arrives,” I explained.

We carried all the equipment in being careful not to knock into anything in the expensively decorated suites.

Once inside Lindsay and I set up the lights, tripod and monitor on a dolly in the big bedroom with the enormous circular bed where Brenda had taken the phone call from Yvonne in the previous shoot. We had everything ready when the doorbell rang. “We are here Mike with Brenda and Ian'' Tom's voice said over the intercom

I pressed the entry button and they all came through the front door chattering excitedly. Lindsay opened the door of the Manhattan suite and Yvonne, Tom, Brenda and Ian came into the lounge.

“Sit down, does anyone want a drink while we wait for Pat and Jim?” asked.

“I’ll have a glass of white wine if you have any,” Brenda said, crossing her long legs.

“We have everything, wine spirits, coke or hash” I said with a laugh.

“Just a glass of white wine for me will do” Ian said smiling.

Ian and Brenda sat sipping their wine looking the part with Ian in a smart suit and tie and Brenda wearing a long floral patterned dress with a string of pearls around her neck and a paste bracelet that would look real on camera.

“You are going to do the shoot downstairs in the bedroom, the one where you took the phone call. I have already shot the other side of the conversation with Yvonne and Tom. The opening shot is where you are all in the bedroom with Pat who you explain is a friend of yours. Then you have a scene together on the bed, after that we will break for a meal and shoot the scene upstairs where the girls slide around on the big mirror and the guys come over them” I said.

Suddenly we were all getting impatient with no-one saying anything when at a quarter to twelve the bell rang and Jim and Pat stood on the doorstep.

“Hello” Jim’s deep rough voice came over the intercom and I pressed the entry button.

“We got held up on the Brighton to London Road, the traffic was so heavy getting into London” Jim explained as he walked in.

“That’s all right Jim, I’m just glad that you could make it. Hello Pat, you look really sexy” I said.

“Thank you Mike,” she said smiling.

And she did, dressed in a tight black skirt, dark stockings, high heels and a black sweater, her blonde curly hair framing her cute face which she had made up outlining her eyes with heavy mascara and rouging her lips a bright red. She looked so young and bubbly and I wonder what the attraction was with Jim, her dissipated, pot bellied husband.

Jim Pat’s husband had declined to be in the Rich and Randy series and he stood in the background keeping behind the camera, watching and drinking the large rum and blackcurrant that I had told him to help himself to.

“Right everybody, you all know the script and when Sara and I start shooting, I’m not going to cut unless I have to, so if you see me walking around or putting the camera on the tripod for Sara, or taking it off and shooting off the shoulder just try to ignore me and carry on enjoying yourselves as in real life, because all I’m doing is getting shots from different angles.”

“Yes we will just carry on enjoying ourselves Mike” Pat said laughing.

I laughed too and it was a good atmosphere with everyone smiling and being swingers in real life getting ready to enjoy themselves.

“Right then everybody, pick up your drinks, Brenda is standing with Pat by the door and the rest of you are sitting on the bed”

“Yes,” everybody said.

I looked through the camera then decided to put it on the tripod and I clicked it into place with the quick release mechanism.

“Sara zoom into a close-up of Brenda’s face then slowly zooms out until everyone is in the frame” I directed.

I looked in the monitor and Sara was in a close-up of Brenda’s face. “Right get ready to roll them, action” I said pressing the record button. I watched the monitor as Sara slowly zoomed out while Brenda was talking.

“This is my girlfriend Pat and she is dying to suck Yvonne’s cunt while Yvonne sucks mine and our husbands get horny watching them playing with their cocks” Brenda said.

Yvonne sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs.

Pat knelt down in between them and pulled off Yvonne’s knickers slowly, sliding them down her legs.

Lindsay held the mic just over the top picking up every rustle.

As Pat began licking and sucking Yvonne’s cunt Brenda sat down on the bed and opened her legs wide so that Yvonne could suck her.

Brenda unbuttoned Yvonne’s blouse and took off her bra.

Tom and Ian were watching intently, their cocks already erect slowly masturbating.

As I looked at the monitor my penis became erect because what was on the screen was very convincing as though one were watching something real.

Suddenly Tom and Ian’s hands entered the frame and explored the girls’ bodies.

“Pat why don’t you suck Tom’s cock because you have never sucked it before, and Ian why don’t you fuck her while she does it. Yvonne you lick my husband’s cock while he fucks her” Brenda said as my script unfolded on the screen.

Brenda played the part of the dominant female perfectly as she did in real life.

I found it so erotic when she told the others what to do and they obeyed.

Brenda climbed onto Tom’s cock. “Guide it into me Pat” she said and then lowered herself down onto it. “Pat suck my cunt while Tom is fucking me. Come on Ian give Pat a really hard fucking while she sucks my cunt and licks Tom’s cock she said.

As I watched the action on the screen my cock became really hard and I didn’t have to cut as Sara was capturing all the action perfectly and they performed for thirty minutes.

Tom started to breathe heavily. “Oh I’m going to come” he gasped.

Sara zoomed into close-up capturing the sperm spurting from Tom’s cock as Pat sucked and licked at it and Brenda’s cunt at the same time.

“Oh yes I’m going to come too” Ian gasped. Brenda got up quickly and kneeling down beside her husband Ian she held his penis as he ejaculated all over Pat’s buttocks and then she and Yvonne licked it all off signalling the end of  the scene as Sara zoomed in and faded to black.

“That was magnificent and so fucking horny I nearly came in my trousers” I said patting the massive erection that bulged from my track suit bottoms and everyone laughed.

Jim clapped too and I realised that I had forgotten all about him.

“Yeah it was right fucking sexy and I could have done a come shot” he said.

“Don’t worry Jim, you will get your chance later” I promised.

“Now Lindsay is going to go out and get a takeaway curry so everyone tell him what you want” I said.

“Right boss,” Lindsay said.

“Lindsay, don't call me boss,” I said.

“Oh sorry Mike” he apologised.

I was the boss I knew that. I liked people to work with me, but I realised that I was quite bossy even though I tried to treat people as partners.

I always liked to give the male actors a rest after they had done the come shots because then they would be able to come again.

Lindsay returned with the curry and we all sat on bar stools in the kitchen area eating it. I opened a bottle of champagne and a beer for Jim and Lindsay had a large whisky.

“Hey Mike, this guy I know told me he’s got some brilliant Indian hash, it's Nepalese” Lindsay said wolfing down his beef curry.

“Really, that would be nice” I said, knowing what was coming next.

“Yeah I could get the guy over here in fifteen minutes with an ounce, its dear though, eighty”

“Okay man I’ll have an ounce” I agreed thinking that some Nepalese would be nice.

“Can I get an ounce of nose candy Mike?” Lindsay asked predictably.

“How much is it?” I asked, laughing to myself.

“Eighty the same,” Lindsay said.

“Okay that’s a hundred and sixty then, yeah man cool, phone him up” I agreed.

Lindsay picked up the phone immediately while everybody listened to the interchange but carried on eating.

“Hello, is that Ringo?” Lindsay asked.

“Hi Man, Lindsay here, I want an ounce of liquorice and an ounce of candy” Lindsay said sniggering. “Yeah, 4 Green Street Mayfair, ring the entry phone, pronto right.”

“He will be over in ten minutes” Lindsay said grinning.

“Great man” I said, pulling out a big wad of notes and counting off one hundred and sixty pounds and giving it to Lindsay. “Here man,” I said, giving him the money.

“Oh thanks Mike,” Lindsay said, putting the money in his pocket.

We had hardly finished our meal when the doorbell rang.

Lindsay pressed the entry phone and a dispatch rider came in wearing a helmet.

“Express delivery for Lindsay” he said.

Lindsay took the sealed packet and gave the dispatch rider, anonymous in his helmet, the money and he was gone.

Everybody watched as Lindsay opened the packet and took out two packets and gave me one.

Lindsay opened his packet immediately and began chopping up white crystals on the glass table top of the dining room and making lines, then taking a rolled up fiver he stuck it up his nose and began snorting, one, two, three, four the white lines disappeared. He grasped the end of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and shook it from side to side while sniffing as though he had a cold. Then he looked at me and smiled, his light blue eyes glittering. “Mmm good stuff” he said in appreciation.

I wanted to try the Nepalese but not in indecent haste like Lindsay, so I finished my meal before taking out the packet.

“Mike, can I get another drink?” Jim asked.

“Jim you don’t have to ask, just help yourself and that goes for anyone who wants a drink?” I said.

“Sara, do you want a little toot?” Lindsay asked Sara.

“I don’t know I am working …” Sara replied hesitantly looking at me.

“Sara go ahead sweetie I’m sure that you can work if you have some” I said pulling out my hash pipe taking the piece of Nepalese out of the bag. I heated the side of it then broke off a small piece where it had turned soft with the heat and placed it in the bowl of my pipe.

Everyone had drinks in their hands and they all watched me as I applied a flame to the hash and inhaled deeply until the hash glowed red then turned into a small grey cinder. I held in the smoke for as long as I could then let out two plumes of blue smoke that drifted across the room.

Lindsay chopped up some more lines. “Here you are Sara this is really cool stuff” Lindsay said extolling the virtues of the white crystals like some super salesman.

 Sara stuck the rolled up fiver up her nose and snorted one of the white lines. “Urrg it’s so bitter in the back of my throat, that’s what I don’t like” she said, wrinkling her nose and quickly gulping down a mouthful of wine.

The others sat drinking alcohol watching us users of illegal substances as if we were different from them and we were doing something really dangerous. Watching Jim gulping down another large rum and coke I believed that he was doing a lot more harm to his body than me. I knew that alcohol was legal but just as addictive as heroin and I had read about the withdrawal symptoms being as bad. I remembered my father telling me about the hallucinations he had when he had the DTs. I knew that there were no withdrawal symptoms from cannabis because I had gone without it a few times in my life for long periods of time.

The Nepalese was strong and soon I felt the urge to start shooting again.

“Okay Lindsay let’s get all the shooting gear up to the lounge” I said.

Lindsay sprung to his feet with alacrity. “No Mike I’ll do it, you just sit there and relax and have a smoke” he said.

I looked at Lindsay and smiled and realised that the coke had filled him with energy. “Okay Lindsay if you don’t need any help” I said, filling the bowl of my pipe again.

“Sure Mike I’ll do it” he said, going out of the dining room while I continued to smoke getting really high.

“Well boys and girls this is going to be a classic” I said to the cast thinking of the mirror scene.  

I had watched some of the American movies and it was obvious that they were made by professionals but I had never seen anything like the scene I planned to do now.

“Hey that mirror's not going to break is it” said Jim slurring his words. “I mean I don’t want Pat injured or anything… ” he said.

“No of course not the mirror is really strong and as long as we lay it flat on the floor it will be alright” I reassured him. “It’s only Pat who is going to do the mirror scene and she isn’t going to put her full body weight on it because Tom and Ian are going to hold her legs and arms and just swish her around in the spunk” I said laughing and thinking that if the antique mirror did get broken then it would cost me thousands.

“Okay then” Jim said, taking another big gulp of rum.

I wondered if he would be able to do the come shot because he was obviously pissed now, his eyelids drooping down and his speech slurred.

Lindsay seemed to bounce into the room, “It’s already upstairs but I haven’t taken the mirror down yet” Mike” he said.

“Tom, can you help me get the mirror down?” I asked, knowing that he was strong and muscular.

“Sure Mike” he said smiling.

“I’ll come with you,” Lindsay said.

Upstairs in the lounge I got Lindsay and Tom to hold out the mirror out from the wall, and looking behind it I could see that it fixed like a painting, but more securely with a wire stretched horizontally across the back, and Tom and I lifted the huge mirror carefully off the wall and laid it carefully on the thickly carpeted floor.

“Shall I tell everyone to come upstairs?” Tom asked, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Yes please Tom” I said.

I looked at the monitor and set up the shot for Sara then I heard everyone walking up the stairs and as usual I experienced butterflies in my stomach. This scene was going to be a classic of eroticism, I knew that.

Everyone crowded around the mirror with big smiles on their faces, sensing that what they were doing was something special and extraordinary while Jim just stood there grinning stroking his moustache.  

“Okay everybody you all know your lines I know and all I am going to do is to set up the scene. Tom and Brenda and Ian and Yvonne are standing next to each other with the girls in the middle with Pat kneeling down in front of you, and when you guys come over Pat and she is covered in sperm she licks it off the mirror, then you lift her up and slide her around on the mirror but be careful because spunk is slippery and I don’t want any accidents. Jim when you come I want you to stand next to Ian but to one side a bit so that you are not on shot, you can see yourself in the monitor over there so be careful not to move in when you get carried away with the moment” I directed.

“Oh don’t worry Mike I know what to do and I’ve got loads of come here to spray all over Pat” Jim said laughing and stroking his black moustache in that habitual manner of his.

“Yes Jim’s always coming all over me” Pat said giggling, her eyes shining in glee.

Everyone laughed, there was a good atmosphere on the set and this is what I wanted to capture people enjoying themselves.

I looked over at the monitor and the picture looked great. “Ready Sara” I said looking at her smiling, always inwardly amused at how intense she looked.

“Ready for action Mike” Sara confirmed.

“And I know that you are all doing it now but when you speak, just pause a second longer than you would in real life” I explained and everyone nodded.

Lindsay was holding the sound boom with the cans on his ears.

“How’s the audio Lindsay?” I asked.

“Great, perfect” he said grinning.

“Right Sara zoom into a close-up of Brenda’s face and when she is speaking slowly pan out to the shot that’s on the monitor now.”

I looked and saw that Jim was standing behind Lindsay and hoped that he didn’t cough or make any other noises, but I didn’t say anything in case I annoyed him. I looked at the monitor and saw that Sara had a good close-up of Brenda’s face “Right get ready to roll them, action” I said and Sara started to film.

“We are going to give Pat a spunk bath now. She loves that because she really is a dirty girl. That’s what men really like doing, shooting their spunk all over dirty girls like Pat and seeing them licking it all up” Brenda said her voice sounding very posh.

I looked at the monitor and as Brenda spoke I felt my penis respond and start to tingle in anticipation. I understood that eroticism wasn’t just about what people were doing in the sexual act but the expectation  of what was to come and that sexual excitement was psychological and not only physical.

“Pat when our husbands shoot all their hot spunk all over you I want you to open your mouth, drink it and rub it all over yourself, do you understand?” Brenda ordered an imperious tone to her voice

“Yes Brenda,” Pat said, looking up and opening her mouth.

“I want you to lick it all off the mirror afterwards because my husband has said that he wants you to be really dirty and I want to see you doing it as well. What about you Tom” Brenda said, pausing.

I looked at the monitor and Sara framed Tom’s face perfectly.

“Yes Brenda I would love to see her licking Ian’s and my spunk all up too” he said with an expectant look on his face.

Brenda and Yvonne stood next to each other’s husbands and began wanking their cocks while Pat knelt in front of the mirror, her mouth open. Brenda masturbated Tom who sported an enormous erection while Yvonne masturbated Ian.  

Ian was the first to come. “Oh Brenda darling, I'm going to come,” he said.

“Yes Ian, you naughty boy shoot all your hot sticky spunk into Pat’s mouth and all over her” Brenda said.

“Oh, oh” Ian said as he shot a copious amount of sperm over Pat's face and into her open mouth.

I had forgotten all about Jim again but now noticed him moving silently across the thick carpet to stand next to Tom.

Brenda masturbated Tom while Yvonne fondled her husband’s testicles both wanking his big cock up and down.

“Now Tom, shoot all your spunk over her you naughty, dirty boy” Brenda encouraged.

“Oh yes I’m going to come” Tom said and a long stream of spunk spurted from his cock while Jim masturbated furiously trying to come at the same time.

I noticed that Jim had not taken his trousers off but had his penis sticking out of his flies. I thought that he was not going to be able to do it and then he started to grunt and a long stream of sperm shot from his cock and sprayed all over Pat.

I looked in the monitor and Sara was in medium close-up of Pat as her husband’s sperm shot all over her.

As soon as Jim had finished his come shot he walked out off the scene on cue and then Pat knelt down and began licking the spunk off the mirror.

“That’s it you dirty girl lick our husband’s spunk all up and rub it all over yourself” Brenda commanded.

As I watched the monitor the scene was highly erotic and my penis became really hard.

“Now lift her up and slide her all over it” Brenda ordered.

Ian and Tom picked up Pat who was quite small, weighing about eight stone and without taking off her high heels they swung her spunk covered body around the surface of the mirror leaving long trails of white sperm.

Pat was all smiles as they were doing it and started to giggle and slowly Sara zoomed out.

“Cut, that was the most erotic and fantastic scene I have ever made in my life” I said, clapping my hands. “Thank you everybody, that was wonderful,” I said, smiling at their happy smiling faces.

Nick’s Place

Chapter 13

“Why don’t you and Sara come down to my place in Surrey for the weekend” Nick Berry suggested.

“Okay, give me the directions and we will come,” I promised.

Nick’s house was set in a couple of acres of land and he pointed proudly to a stone wall. “We own all this land right over to the wall” he said.

I looked at the green meadow enviously because I had always wanted to have a house in the country with a bit of land as I understood that it satisfied some deep human need.

“Come on, meet my wife Anne and three of my five sons. The eldest two have a flat up in Fulham London, one’s at Kings Road Art College nearby” he informed us striding towards the house his long legs carrying his six foot frame.

“This is my wife Anne, Anne meets two good friends of mine Mike and Sara” he said introducing us in his upper class accent.

“Oh I am pleased to meet you both” Anne said, shaking our hands. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes please Anne” Sara said.

“Yes I would too” I assented.

“Come on Sara I’ll show the kitchen” Anne suggested to Sara.

Sara walked off with her as if they were old friends and I could tell that the two women liked each other immediately. It was always the case that everyone liked Sara as soon as they met her. I supposed it was her large dark eyes, her innocent looking face, ready smile and also her beauty

Anne was attractive with chestnut coloured hair simply arranged and pulled back from her forehead and arranged in a bun at the back. I had noticed that she had nice legs, was about five feet seven and that her breasts, concealed by a cardigan and blouse, were big but not huge. Like Mike she spoke with an upper class accent and showed white teeth as she smiled.

“Mike come and see the kitchen, it's fabulous” Sara called from the other room.

Nick looked at me and smiled and I went to see the kitchen wondering if Nick still had sex with his wife, or even slept with her anymore, because he always seemed to be in his Institute for Human Sexuality in Earls Court.

I walked into the kitchen where Anne was just putting cups and saucers on a plate alongside a large teapot, milk and cream jugs and a bowl of sugar.

Sara stood smiling, as I took in the copper bottomed saucepans hanging from the ceiling on a frame that could be hoisted up and big pans hanging on the wall, the huge, long cooker which  Sara stood against and obviously wanted me to look at.

“Yes it’s a beautiful kitchen that you have here Anne and the cooker” I said walking over to examine it more closely. “It’s huge,” I observed smiling.

“Yes it’s an Ager” she explained, opening a flap on the front. “It runs on gas and also wood which you put in here, turn on the gas until it ignites and when the wood is alight one turns off the gas, it's extremely efficient, and of course economical, if one has lots of firewood like we do” she explained.

“Yes I will have to get an Ager one day, when I retire to my little farm in the country” I said.

“I thought that you were a city boy Mike”

Anne said.

“Well it’s true that I was born and bred in London but I think that all of us have some deep seated desire to live in the countryside on a piece of land and that we will always feel unsatisfied living in cities” I said.

“That maybe true and I always feel at peace down here, but the trend is now that people are leaving the countryside and moving into the towns,” Anne said.

“Really, well then I suppose that I will do the opposite one day. I live in Banstead at the moment on the edge of the Surrey Downs and Sara and I jog across them three or four times a week and it’s marvellous out there, so I’ve got the best of both worlds really, but I still don’t have any land and I know that one day I will move into the country far from the crowded, mad hustle and bustle of the cities” I assured her.

“Mike I jog too, how about a run with me after we have had a cup of tea” Nick’s voice interrupted my musings.

“I’d love to but I haven’t brought any running gear” I explained.

“Oh don’t worry I’ll sort you out a pair of shorts and those trainers you are wearing will do fine, unless you don’t want to get them dirty running cross country that is” Nick said with a laugh.

I looked down at my new Asdic trainers which were spotless, and it was true that when I went running I usually wore an old pair, but Nick sounded as if he was throwing out a challenge and I did not want to back down.

“Okay then, I’d love to” I answered looking at this tall, distinguished looking Englishman with his mop of thick, dark hair greying at the sides, long straight nose, full lips and grey eyes who was I guessed descended from Norman stock and seeing him in a new light, because I had never imagined him keeping fit or even working up a sweat. “I’ll run the arse off you mate” I thought.

We drank our tea from Wedgwood cups.

“I’ll get those shorts and vest,” Nick said.

“Okay then” I agreed and he went off to get the shorts.

I smiled at Sara who sat next to Anne, seemingly friends all ready. “It’s a nice day for a run” I observed as the sun shone through the kitchen windows illuminating the stone walls. “Sara runs as well but I think that she wants to stay and chat to you Anne” I said.

“Yes Mike we have so much to talk about” Sara replied.

I thought of how beautiful she looked sitting there in her red Monsoon dress and just then Nick arrived carrying a pair of shorts and a vest.

“Here you are old chap, they are my sons Nick junior” he informed me.

I had been thinking that none of Nick’s gear would fit me. “Oh thanks Nick” I said walking into the kitchen, taking off my track suit and slipping on the shorts and vest.

“See you later” I called to Sara and Anne as I followed Nick out of the house.

Nick started jogging immediately and I followed him then ran alongside down the country lane.

“We go across country now,” he said, climbing over a five bar wooden gate.

Soon we were running through woods at a steady pace, running up hill and down dale and after a while when I started to get my wind I realised that he was a good runner and that he might be better than me so I resolved to stay behind him and then possible overtake him when we got in sight of his land. I don’t know why but whenever I ran with another male it always seemed to be a challenge and that a race would develop and so it was today. I glanced at my watch and we had been running for about forty five minutes and I looked at Nick’s lanky frame ahead of me and decided that he showed no signs of tiring. I was beginning to feel exhausted now but I kept going, abandoning my idea of beating him, but determined to keep up even though it killed me, then I got my second wind and endorphins shot into my blood and coursed through my pipes and I felt no pain and my feet flew over the ground, then suddenly I began to recognise that we were on our way back and approaching Nick’s land from the other side. He started to pick up speed and I increased my pace to keep slightly behind him, realising that I would do well not to fall behind on the last three or four hundred yards.

I could see his house in the distance now and I felt a pain in my chest and my breathing coming in short bursts and still Nick increased his pace. Then I saw two tiny figures standing outside his house in the distance and by some hidden reservoir of strength I started to sprint, and then he was behind me. I lengthened my stride and powered myself into a flat out sprint and this was my forte over a couple of hundred yards, something I had always been able to do since I had developed huge thigh muscles using heavy weights. I was going like the clappers now but Nick was still beside me when we reached the house and threw myself on the green grass of the meadow outside his house, panting and blowing and looking up at the blue sky, hearing the sound of female laughter then seeing Sara standing over me then kneeling down covering m face with kisses and pressing her lips against mine as I slowly regained my breath.

“Let me introduce you to three of my five sons. Nick said I looked at the three smiling boys and wondered why a man should reproduce only males. But the boys were good looking and would reproduce females themselves I thought. “Please to meet you” I said to them shaking their hands “Hey I think that I should take your photo” I said taking the still camera that I had hanging around my neck on a strap and taking a photo of one of them, then I saw this tree with red leaves. “Go over there by that tree” I said to them then soon I had them climbing up in the branches and I took photos of them up in the tree. I shot off a roll of Kodak Ektachrome Professional as Nick was watching. “Great I got some great shots there lads” I said, winding back the film and taking out the spool and popping into a black plastic tube and putting it in my case.

“I’ll get them developed in town,” Nick said.

“You won’t be able to, it’s the E6 process and I get them done in a lab in Wardour Street for professionals where they always use fresh chemicals and one gets really pure colours.

“Well don’t they all get pure colours then Mike?” Nick asked.

“No they can’t because for a start you have to store the film in the fridge, and most retailers don’t, so the colours are going to be shitty anyway, then they process too many films through the same chemicals and that’s why amateur snaps look like amateur snaps apart from the composition” I said knowledgeably.

“I see, I am learning all about photography. I’m a keen photographer myself. Where do I get some of this professional film?” Nick asked.

“You walk up Wardour Street past the first turning on the left Brewer Street, then there is an amusement arcade, outside you will see a sign for professional processing. E6 it’s called. I opened my camera bag and took out three rolls of film and gave them to Nick.

“Now go and put them in the fridge and take one out just before you use it and put it back in as soon as you have used it and take it out just before you get it processed. Here put mine back in too” I said, handing him a packet of film.

The dinner that evening was roast chicken, roast potatoes, greens, Yorkshire pudding with brown gravy cooked by Anne and Sara and we all sat around a long wooden table to eat. I enjoyed the meal but I knew that Sara would find it a bit insipid as she was used to hot spicy food. There was red and white wine and Nick and I had the red and the ladies the white while his three sons had orange squash.

I looked around the big room as Nick lit the big open fire and put my arm around Sara’s waist staring into the flames. “I love real fires” Nick I said as the flames grew higher.

“Yes it’s psychological because man has sat around fires for hundreds of thousands of years, it’s in our genes, because when one had fire one was keeping warm, cooking and surviving and that’s why we like them. This fireplace has pipes at the back that heat all the water in the house and drive it around the system and there is always plenty of wood around here but of course we have a boiler as well” Nick informed me.  

Suddenly the door opened and lots of children came into the room, aged from about eight to twelve.

“Hello Nick” they greeted him crowding around the fire.

“Hello boys and girls, meet Sara and Mike, friends of mine” Nick introduced us.

Suddenly Sara and I were shaking hands with all these young children who seemed particularly attracted to Sara whom they crowded around and started questioning.

“Where are you from?” a little girl asked.

“Malaysia,” Sara asked.

“Malaysia that’s a long way away isn’t it” a boy commented.

I looked at Nick questioning with my eyes.

“They are all children from the village and we often invite them here for the weekend to play,” he explained. “What game shall we play this evening children?” Nick asked.

“Find the murderer, find the murderer” the children chanted running all over the room.

Suddenly Nick turned out the lights and the big room was plunged into darkness lit only by the fire.

I realised that one was supposed to join in but the phrase “Find the murderer” sent a wave of paranoia through my brain and instead of joining in the game I stayed by the fire and held Sara tightly.

Then the lights were turned on and the children were standing around in little groups. The game went on for what seemed like hours and when Sara and I made no attempt to join in, Nick turned to us.

“Mike, why aren’t you playing?” he asked.

“I didn’t like the name of the game,” I explained.

“Oh dear, of course it has a special significance for you, do you know what I did not even think about it” he explained an apologetic tone to his voice.

Later when all the children had gone home we sat around having a glass of wine in the enormous sitting room and listening to classical music.

“What’s this piece called then? I asked.

“It’s Edgar’s Moths and Butterflies,” Anne informed me.

“Do you want to fuck Anne?” Sara whispered in my ear as though it was the most normal of requests, a smile playing around her lips.

I glanced over to where Anne was sitting next to Nick, her husband and saw her smile at me and realised that she knew the question that Sara was asking me.

“Yes all right then” I replied looking at Anne and smiling and thinking that all the posh people that I had met so far were very liberated in their sexual morals or perhaps that the ones that I had come to know were all friends of Nick’s. I knew that tonight Sara would be sleeping with Nick while I was sleeping with his wife.

Then another piece came on. “I know this is by Offenbach” I said knowledgably but the only reason I remembered it was because my solicitor’s name was Offenbach and it had stuck in my mind.

“Does anyone want a cup of Ovaltine?” Anne said getting up.

“Yes please Anne” I said realising that this was a signal that we were going to bed soon.

“Ovaltine what’s that?” Sara asked.

Nick and Anne laughed and I realised that I had not tasted Ovaltine for years although it was one of my favourite bedtime drinks when I lived with my parents as a child.

“It’s a malted, chocolate drink you will like,” I said smiling at Sara.

“That’s four Ovaltines then” Anne said walking towards the kitchen.

“I’ll help you Anne” Sra said getting up.

“No need Sara dear” Anne said.

“Oh I want to see how Ovaltine is made,” Sara said.

“Come on then it’s easy” Anne said with a smile.

We all sat sipping mugs of Ovaltine and smiling at one another and at Sara.

“Oh it’s lovely” Sara said, her dark eyes wide.

“I’ll get a big tin of it for you I promise” I said.

“Oh that will be nice Mike” Sara said enthusiastically sipping the hot drink.

Then the cups were empty and Sara got up. “Come on Nick let’s go to bed” she said giving me a knowing look.

“Goodnight Mike, goodnight Anne” Nick said and walked out of the door with Sara and I got up and went over and sat down next to Anne.

“You don’t have to know,” she said.

I looked at her and found her attractive, her dark hair simply arranged and when she smiled, her white even teeth and the sexual look in her greenish coloured eyes made me desire her. Now that I was sitting next to her I could see that she had carefully outlined her eyes with a modest amount of mascara and she looked sophisticated wearing a string of pearls around her neck with diamond earrings sparkling on her ears. I could smell the expensive perfume that she wore.

“Of course I do, you are lovely” I said moving close and kissing her rouged lips, tasting her lipstick and pushing my tongue into her mouth.

She got up and taking my hand and led me out of the room and up a flight of stairs, past oak panelled walls and into a large bedroom with a four poster bed in the middle. “l will get ready” she said going into the bathroom.

I heard the shower going on and I took out my stash tin and my pipe and put it on the bedside table, but there were no ashtrays around and I guessed that no-one smoked.

Anne came out of the shower dressed in a long black negligee and she had let down her long chestnut coloured hair so that it hung long and straight cut to just past her shoulders she smiled at me.

“Can I take a shower Anne?” I asked.

“Of course you can Mike, you don’t have to ask” Anne replied, getting into bed and lying down.

I went into the bathroom, noticing that it had an earthenware bath in the middle on iron legs with large taps. I loved baths and much preferred them to showers but I thought that I had better not take too long so I got under the shower and turned on the water and wetting down my body I turned it off and lathered up my body and hair with the Badedas, paying special attention to my genitalia, then I turned on the shower again and rinsed all the soap off, watching it gurgle down the drain like a small whirlpool. I stood for a few minutes under the hot shower taking pleasure in the jet of water as it hit my head and body then I stepped out and taking a towel I dried off my long hair and body then seeing some toothbrushes in a holder over the washbasin I opened the door where Anne lay waiting in the big four poster bed.

“Anne, can I use one of the toothbrushes?” I asked because mine is in the car.

“There are some new ones in the cabinet,” Anne informed me.

I noticed that she had turned off the main lights and turned on soft bedside lamps and also that there was a bottle of something and two glasses by the bed.

I went back into the bathroom and found several new toothbrushes in the cabinet and taking one out of the packet. I squeezed on some toothpaste and cleaned my teeth and now my mouth felt fresh.

I always enjoyed kissing with the taste of toothpaste in my mouth. I returned to the bedroom where Anne sat in bed waiting “Would you like a drop of Port?” she asked.

“Port, mm, I like Port, yes please” I said then pausing. “Anne, would you mind terribly if I smoked a pipe of hashish?” I said.

“Of course I don’t mind and I know that everyone smokes it at Uni.”

“I need an ashtray,”I said.

Anne got out of the bed and opening a drawer. She took out an old brass ashtray and gave it to me.

I sat down and lit a pipe breathing in the pungent   smoke and holding it into my lungs before releasing it through my nostrils and I started to feel relaxed and at ease with Anne whom I had only met a few hours ago.

She watched me as I smoked another bowl. “You don’t mix it with tobacco then Mike?” she asked.

“No, I don't smoke tobacco, it's carcinogenic” I replied.

Anne started to laugh softly. The last time I smoked that stuff it made me feel ill and that was when I was at Roedean.”

“Did you smoke it mixed with tobacco?” I asked.

“Yes everyone did in those days.”

“Did you smoke cigarettes at the time?”

“No, I have never smoked.”

“That’s what made you feel ill, the tobacco not the cannabis. Do you want to try a little pipe because I assure you that you won’t feel sick” I encouraged her.

“No not for me I don’t like smoke of any kind” she said.

I put down my pipe on the ashtray and got into bed next to her and then she reached over and turned out the light.

I was not used to sex in the dark, or inside a bed, except with Sheila, and once or twice when I was young because there was a visual side to it for me. “Do you mind if I turn on my bedside lamp because I would like to look at your lovely face” I said.

“No I don’t mind,” Anne replied.

I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp then looking at her face I moved next to her feeling the warmth of her body and kissed her. Then I pulled down the top of her negligee and began to suck her large round nipples. At the same time my hand began to explore her body and feeling in between her thighs I felt her silky pubic hair that was untrimmed and natural. I did plan to suck her but remembering days of my youth when pubic hairs would lodge in between my teeth I did not. I got on top of her in between her thighs and feeling the wetness of her vagina I slowly pushed my penis into her and as I did so she let out a long sigh of pleasure. I started to fuck her slowly at first then faster.

She had her eyes closed and a look of pleasure on her face and I wondered if I could give her an orgasm.

I could fuck for hours and I just kept on fucking pushing it right in, grinding myself against her then pulling almost out and just letting her have my big knob-end in. I was doing this and kissing her, when suddenly she put her arms around me arching her body, pulling me right into her.

She had not been very responsive up until this point, but her breathing was getting faster and seeing this I began to fuck her hard feeling animalistic, hearing the slapping noise of my body against hers.

Her mouth was open now, her eyes closed her breath coming in short gasps and I knew that I was going to make her come, and grasping her buttocks I fucked her hard and furiously, then I was rewarded with the unmistakable shuddering of her body and I felt the vibrations of orgasm emanating from her pubic area.

“Oh yes, oh yes” she gasped and her body shuddered and trembled.

I pressed my lips down upon hers as she came and pushed myself right into her hard, penetrating her with the full length of my penis and held her tight.

She opened her eyes and looked at me and I saw that they were wet with tears. “Oh that was heaven” she tried to get her breath back.

“Was it Anne” I said beginning to fuck her again, first softly then harder, faster and faster, holding back myself and she began to gasp and I knew that she was going to come again.

“I’m going to shoot my hot spunk right up inside you, deep inside your cunt” I said.

“Oh yes, yes” she cried and I ejaculated in several long spurts up inside her feeling an intense pleasure as I did so then I rolled off and lay on my back breathing heavily until I got my breath back. I lay there looking up at the underneath of the silken canopy. “You are lovely Anne” I said.

“I think that you are just pleasing me,” she replied.

“I love pleasing women” I said then I turned and kissed her, cuddling into her and she put her arms around me and held me against her bosom then she reached over and turned out the light and soon I was fast asleep.

Gillian

Chapter 14

I opened the letter and saw that it was in reply to the Videx advertisement in Nursing Times and examined the enclosed photo of a blonde girl with short hair, large natural breasts and shapely long legs dressed in stockings, suspenders, panties, high heels. “I have done a bit of amateur modelling and enjoy showing off my body, I read your ad in Nursing Times and I would like to work for you” and there was a phone number.

“Hey, Sara I’ve got a letter here from the ad in Nursing Times. There’s a photo” I said waving it in the air with a pleased look on my face.

Sara took the photo and studied it. “She is a beautiful girl Mike, I wish I had breasts like that” she said enviously.

“Well she’s a big girl and they would look rather silly on you don’t you think, and anyway I love your beautiful breasts just the way they are” I said.

“Do you really Mike?” Sara said smiling.

“Of course I do, you are a little Venus, small, delicate and extremely beautiful and I love you very much” I said holding out my arms and she sat in my lap and we kissed and cuddled.

Sara picked up the photo. “Gillian, that’s a pretty name and I think that you should hire her,” she said.

“Well phone, dial that number and when Gillian answers you say this is Videx Limited here and I am Sara, Mr Mike Freeman’s secretary. He would like to make an appointment to see you in our offices in Wimbledon.”

Sara smiled and kissed me. “I know exactly what to say she said picking up the phone and dialling the number. “It’s ringing, hello Gillian, this is Sara Mr Mike Freeman’s secretary and I have your letter here that you wrote in answer to the Videx ad in Nursing Times. Mr Freeman has looked at your photo and he would like to interview you here at the Videx offices in Wimbledon between midday and six ‘o clock ASAP. You can come tomorrow afternoon round about four, oh good I’ll tell Mr Freeman to expect you then. You are coming from Tooting Broadway, can you hold a moment?” Sara asked pressing the hold button. “She’s coming from Tooting Broadway” she said.

“Just take the Northern Line and get off at South Wimbledon, cross over to Merton Road, walk down a hundred yards and it's over by a petrol station on the left” I said.

“Hello Gillian take a Northern Line to South Wimbledon, cross the road to Merton Road then it’s about a hundred yards on your left over a petrol station, okay see you tomorrow” Sara said, putting down the phone, smiling pleased with herself.

“I know, there’s a big hospital there called St Georges and that’s why she answered our ad because it’s near” I explained to Sara. “Now I want to use Pat and Jim with her in a film called Wife Swoppers, then who shall I have for Gillian’s husband?”

“Why don’t you use Geoffrey because he is so nice and he goes with women as well” Sara suggested.

“But he looks so gay” I said.

“Well I don’t think so, it’s only because you know that he is gay and Brian Puttock was great in The Glass Table Orgy and Geoffrey has phoned a couple of times” Sara said.

“Okay then I’ll see tomorrow when Gillian appears” I said.

“Lisa, you can go early today” I said.

“Oh thanks Mike,” Lisa said.

I put my hand in my pocket and took out a roll of notes and counted off thirty.

Lisa stood by expectantly as she knew that I was going to give her the money.

“Here you are Lisa,” I said, giving her the cash.

“Oh thanks Mike I’m ever so grateful because the kids need some new clothes and things” she said then she put the money in her handbag and hurried out of the office.

“I wonder why John does not give her any money because I’m sure that he stays round her place and that the kids might even be his” I thought and I was beginning to get the idea that John was a bit of a miser except when it came to business or himself.

Gillian turned up at four and as Lindsay had not been turning up much lately, because I thought that the ferry incident had scared the life out of him, Sara and I were the only two in the office.

“Take a seat Gillian” I said to the beautiful girl who looked much better in the flesh, which was not always the case, because one could never tell from photos and also sometimes girls sent in some that were years old.

“Would you like a tea or coffee?” I asked.

“Oh I would love a cup of tea, I just rushed here from work” she replied.

“Is that St Georges at Tooting?” I asked.

“Yes, do you know it?”

“Yes, I was brought up in South London. So you want to do a hardcore film with sex and all that?” I asked.

“Yes, I love sex” she said.

“I have found that lots of nurses do and I have two on my books now, very sexy girls” I said.

“Oh what are their names?” Gillian asked.

“Well that’s confidential but if you ever work with them then you will find out” I replied. “Now have you done any hardcore before?” I asked.

“Yes but only for amateurs” Gillian replied crossing her long legs with a rustle of nylon on nylon.

I looked to see if she was wearing stockings and caught the flash of a white upper thigh above black stocking tops. “Do you always wear stockings?” I asked.

“Yes I wear them at work and the doctors love them” Gillian replied in a sexy voice, smiling and uncrossing her legs then crossing them again.

“I bet they do,” I said with a grin.

Just at that moment Sara came into the office with three cups of tea on a tray and gave one to Gillian, placing mine on my desk in front of me.

“Thank you Sara,” Gillian said.

I sipped at my tea looking at Gillian, wanting to fuck her there and then because she was such a turn on.

“Do you think that you could work with a script and learn some dialogue?” I asked.

“Yes I’m sure that I could” she replied.

I put a piece of paper in the typewriter and began to type: “My name is Rose and my husband Jim and I have been fantasising about wife swapping and recently we answered an ad in a magazine called Personal Advertiser. We are going to meet Pat and her husband soon, oh I’m so excited.” Then I took the piece of paper out of the typewriter and gave it to Gillian.

“Take a look at this for ten minutes, then I will give you a screen test and if I decide to use it I will give you fifty pounds in cash right now” I said and also you can ad lib a bit if you want and enlarge on what I have written, the important thing is to retain the meaning” then I studied her as she read the lines that I had just written while sipping my tea.

I walked down the office and switched on the camera which I had started to leave set up on a tripod so that I could film out of the window.

“I think that I’m ready,” Gillian said, looking up a touch of nervousness in her voice.

“Sara are you ready?” I asked.

“Ready for action Mike” she replied.

I switched on the Umatic and the tape began to roll and I looked in the monitor and zoomed into Gillian’s face. “Right Gillian action” I said in a loud voice.

I watched the monitor and there was a long silence and for a moment I thought that she was not going to act then suddenly she spoke.

“My name is Rose and my husband and I often fantasise about wife swapping and recently we decided to try it for real, we bought a magazine called Personal Advertiser and answered some of the ads, anyway we got an answer from a couple  and we have arranged a meeting, an oh I’m so excited” she said.

“Okay great cut” I said smiling. “Right now show me your body, just strip to your suspenders and stockings and leave on your shoes, I have to see if it’s all real” I explained laughing and Gillian stood up.

“Oh I don’t mind, I like showing off and do you know what’s funny, I have a few couples that I do threesomes with and I love it” she said, stripping off slowly and sensuously.

“What do they want you to do usually, you may be able to give me a few ideas for the script” I said smiling.

“Well one couple just want me to play lesbian games while the husband plays with himself they are nice then sometimes I get fucked” she said in a sexy voice, naked except for her suspenders and stockings then she sat down and went to remove her shoes.

“No always leave your shoes on because high heels make your legs look better,” I said.

She stood there and lifted her large firm breasts “You see they are all mine” she said giving me a hot look.

I felt my cock erecting and sexual desire coursing through my veins, “Come over here. Now I want you to suck my girlfriend’s cunt” I said.

Sara smiled at Gillian and she walked over and kissed her.

Gillian squatted down on her high heels as Sara sat on the edge of the desk and pulled up her skirt then she began to suck her smooth hairless cunt.

My cock was as hard as a rock now looking at the scene and I got my cock out of my tracksuit bottoms so that it stuck over the top and as Gillian sucked Sara I started to rub my cock around her cheeks and face.

Gillian started to suck it going from one of us to the other.

Sara started to breathe heavily and go red in the face and I knew that she was going to come soon so I started to wank myself faster and faster and as Sara came I ejaculated over Gillian’s face.

Sara then quickly knelt down and licked all the sperm from Gillian’s face covering her with kisses.

“Wow! I should have captured that on film” I said.

“Yes I really enjoyed it” Gillian said.

“Do you fancy a meal?” I asked her pulling out a wad of notes and counting off seventy five “Here you are baby, that's for the audition not for the sex” I said.

“Mike I’d love to go out for a meal but I have another shift to do” Gillian said smiling.

“Well perhaps another time, but give Sara your details before you go and I will send the script to you and make a date for the shoot soon and by the way you will be paid five hundred a day.  

“Okay great but give me as much notice as possible because I have to arrange it” Gillian said.

Wife Swappers

Chapter 15

I had not used this apartment in Green Street before and it was right on the top floor. I looked out of the window down onto the busy Mayfair street below then I glanced around at Gillian, Jim, Pat and Geoffrey who sat talking animatedly on the settee. The place was large and luxurious like all Peter’s apartments and I wondered just how many his company owned. “He must be worth millions” I thought as a good idea for an opening shot occurred to me.

“This shot’s not in the script but I want you and Gillian, Jim to go out into the street. “Come here I’ll show you” I said.

Jim got up and came over to the window and looked out.

“All I want you to do is to take Gillian down the street then to go around that corner, walk back towards this place then cross over and ring the bell, it will make a good opening shot” I explained.

“Okay that sounds easy enough,” Jim said.

“I’ll be shooting you as you walk around the corner so as soon as you are round it comes straight back but make sure you go right round walk a few yards and then return. I‘ll be shooting out of the window” I explained.

“Right Gillian you ready then love” Jim said.

Jim had started to direct but I didn’t say anything and just held the camera by the handle on top. “Geoffrey and Pat you watch the monitor as I shoot them walking towards the apartment and you say as per the script, well darling it’s nearly midday, I do hope that they will come and Pat replies, oh  I think they will, because Sara will be recording the sound in this room, then when the doorbell rings I’ll cut, okay?”

“Yes okay” Geoffrey and Pat replied.

When Geoffrey spoke I thought that he sounded terribly camp, but then perhaps it was because I knew that he was bi as Sara had said.

“Okay Sara ready.”

“Ready for action Mike” Sara said her face assuming that intense, serious expression that amused me although I never said so.

“Okay Jim, Gillian you can do it now” I said and they went out the door.

I heard the lift going down and I hoisted the heavy camera on my shoulder, rested my elbows on the window sill and started shooting. I was looking through the viewfinder, the rubber eyepiece tight against my eye, focused on the pavement opposite. It was quite easy to miss people and it seemed ages before they came into the shot, walking up the street as taxis past by then around the corner. Then they came walking back and I tracked them, keeping them in the middle of the frame as they walked towards the flat.

“Well darling it’s nearly midday, I do hope that they will come” I heard Geoffrey say.

“Oh I think they will,” Pat replied.

Jim and Gillian crossed the road and the doorbell rang.

“Okay cut” I said, carrying the camera back over to the tripod and clicking into place on the head. “Well that was great” I said to Geoffrey and Pat who both smiled.

“Oh I’m really enjoying this” Geoffrey gushed and again I thought that he sounded terribly queer! I heard the lift rising and stopping and Gillian and Jim came in smiling.

“How was that then?” Jim asked.

“Oh brilliant the two of you” I praised them. “Right now you two are going to go outside the door and when you hear me say action Geoffrey lets you in and we cut” I directed.

I trained the camera on the settee, looking into the monitor. “Action,” I shouted.

“Oh I’ll go and let them in darling” Geoffrey said and he got up and opened the door and I got a good panning shot of Gillian and Jim as they entered the flat.

“Right cut, now Geoffrey asks them if they would like a drink, Jim says got any rum and black, you say yes we have everything and Gillian says I’ll have a glass of wine then please and then I cut until you get the drinks and put them on the table. Okay get ready to roll them, action” I said looking at the monitor.

“I’m so pleased that you could come, would you like a drink?” Geoffrey asked.

“Got any rum and black” Jim said.

“Yes we have everything Jim and what would you like Rose?”

“I‘d like a glass of white wine please,” Gillian replied.

“Okay cut” I said.

“Now Pat, go and get the drinks and put them on the table with a bottle of rum and two bottles of wine.”

Pat nodded smiling looking really sexy in a tight black skirt, high heels and black sweater, wearing heavy makeup and gold earrings that looked good on shot and were great to focus in on.

Gillian looked really sexy too in a tight black skirt, black stockings, six inch high heels and a red sweater that showed off her large breasts, her blonde hair tied back and paste earrings, which looked real on camera, glittering on her ears.

I had noticed that by some strange coincidence that both girls wore little gold crosses on thin gold chains around their necks over their sweaters. I thought of asking them to remove them but decided that they were just a fashion accessory that many girls on the street wore.

Pat put the tray of drinks on the table and I focused in on it on the monitor and it looked like a still life and as I screwed up the tripod and left it on shot. I smiled to myself, remembering the posh girl conceptual artist at the ICA and her ephemeral artwork.

I turned to the two couples who were now sitting on the settee. “Now I am going to start the shot after a little break during which you can have a few drinks then I am going to start the sex scene. As you all know your lines and know what to do I won’t cut unless the action gets boring, which I’m sure that it won’t knowing all you” I said and everyone started laughing.

“Oh I’m sure it won’t darling Geoffrey” said in his camp voice that I wished he would stop using and which caused everyone to crack up.

No-one knew that he had made two gay films for me except for Sara and I thought maybe I was getting hypersensitive.

“No we won’t be bored at all” Pat said and she looked very sexy, happy and bubbly and was obviously enjoying herself.

“Sara, do you want a drink?” I asked her. “Put the boom down baby, its recreational substances time” I said, getting out my pipe.

“I’ll have white wine, I’ll get a glass do you want one too Mike” Sara asked.

“Yes please, a nice drop of Chianti Classico” I said.

Sara poured me out a glass and I sat drinking red wine and smoking hash, while everyone drank and got a bit merry. I wanted a good atmosphere because when everyone was enjoying themselves it came over on the film and gave a sense of realism to it. Suddenly I thought that I should start now because everyone was laughing and happy. I stood up and picked up Sara’s empty glass and mine and took away the ashtray and put everything in the kitchen.

Seeing me doing this everyone knew that I was going to start shooting the sex scene and when I came out of the kitchen Sara had already got the cans on and was checking the sound.

“Right Sara, are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes, ready for action Mike” she replied.

Everyone had stopped talking now and they were looking at me waiting for me to direct.

“Right boys and girls when I start filming and you start acting you can cooperate with the filming by looking at the monitor and composing a sexy picture. I don’t want any backs of heads and people blocking off the action but don’t make it too obvious. Okay so I’m not going to cut and I may be moving around, so just keep on doing what you are doing because I haven’t stopped, I’m just getting a different angle.  And you can adlib as long as you keep to the plot, and guys when you are going to come shout out, oh I’m going to come so I can capture it, and one more thing, pause a little bit at the end of sentences, so I can change shot and pan to someone answering. Okay is everyone ready to rock and roll?” I said.

“Yes we are?” everyone answered.

“Right get ready to roll them” I said pressing the record button, looking at the monitor, zooming in on Geoffrey's face.

“Well as you two haven’t done this before I think that our wives should give us a little show to get us in the mood, don’t you Jim?” Geoffrey said.

“Good idea, I love watching two girls playing with each other,” Jim said, gulping down his rum and black and pouring himself another glass.

Pat started to kiss Gillian and shooting by the monitor I zoomed in to a close-up of their faces.

“Mm I love kissing other girls especially when my husband is watching and playing with his cock” Pat said.

Gillian kissed Pat pressing her lips against hers and pushing her long pink tongue into Pat’s mouth.

Pat lifted up Gillian’s red sweater and undid her bra releasing her large breasts, then holding her long nipples to her mouth she started to revolve her tongue around Gillian’s large pink aureole.

As she started to do this I felt my penis began to stir then Pat got to her knees pulling up Gillian’s tight skirt. She grasped the waistband of her black knickers and slid them slowly off. Opening Gillian’s legs she began to kiss her inner thighs above black the stocking tops and to lick and suck her cunt. She kept her head to one side so that the camera could see her tongue going in and out of Gillian’s cunt.

Jim got his cock out of his flies and began to masturbate, watching the performance intently.

Then Geoffrey got his penis out as well and watching the two girls he began to play with it.

I pulled out getting the two couples in the frame.  

“Oh Jim I love watching my wife sucking your wife’s cunt and it makes me so horny” Geoffrey said and he stood up on the settee and started to rub his cock around Gillian’s face then she turned her head and began to suck it.

“Oh I love your wife Rose sucking my cock Jim, why don’t you fuck my wife Pat?”

Jim looked at Geoffrey then without saying anything he got up and took off his trousers then kneeling on the floor he started to rub his hand over Pat’s buttocks.

Pat was kneeling on the floor and arching her back so that the camera could see her vagina and labia that were already glistening with desire.

“Oh your wife’s got a lovely tight cunt” Jim said beginning to fuck her.

I moved round without cutting as I would edit later and got a nice shot of Jim’s penis going in and out of Pat’s cunt as she sucked Gillian’s cunt.

Then I travelled up Gillian’s body to a close-up of her sucking Geoffrey’s cock.

“Oh yes Jim your wife sucks good” Geoffrey said.

I was getting some really good footage then suddenly the end of the tape warning started to flash. “Cut” I said and everyone looked at me. “Sorry it was great action but I have to change the tape I said in explanation and pressing eject I put in a new tape.

“But this will give you a chance girls to sit on their cocks and ride them first facing front then turning around ok. Right the two guys sit on the settee and the girls straddle their cocks” I directed and with lots of giggling they got into position.

“Okay ready to roll them, action” I said pressing the record button, zooming into a close-up of Jim’s big, thick cock embedded in Pat’s cunt. As he fucked her I did a slow zoom out until I framed the two couples doing the same thing which was highly erotic and as filmed I remembered seeing some black and white photos of Ivor Cooke’s in the Soho of the Sixties that showed two couples doing the same thing that had influenced my work a lot and still did now in the Eighties. I kept on filming and the sex was red hot, then the girls turned around facing the camera and sat on the guy’s cocks facing frontwards, going up and down on the cocks while kissing each other.

I filmed this non stop action until the end of another tape.

“Cut, change tape” I said pressing the eject button. “Now this is the last scene where the guys come while the girls are sucking them off in the mirror. So all of you over in front of the mirror and assume your fellatio positions” I said laughing.

“Fellatio what’s that then eh guv” Jim cracked.

“It’s when repressed people talk about sucking cock, they always speak in Latin so the masses don’t understand” I said and everyone burst out laughing.

Everyone was in front of the mirror and the two girls squatted down on their heels with the guys standing.

“Right get ready to roll them” I said pressing the record button in a close-up of two stiff cocks while perfectly manicured female hands masturbated them slowly. The two girl’s faces and the two big cocks were on the screen, the girl’s first licking them and then putting them in their mouths and sucking them, and then Pat changed cocks with Gillian.

“Oh it’s really a turn on watching in the mirror, isn't it Jim?” Geoffrey said.

“Yes I haven’t tried it before, and I we haven’t tried swapping before but it’s really fucking dirty and much more of this, I’m going to spunk my lot all over your missus’s face” Jim replied in his gruff voice.

“Oh don’t come yet Jim, wait for me and we will both come together and cover their faces and tits with spunk” Geoffrey said.

The two wives sucked hard on the men’s cocks, trying to make them come, and as I had all the sex action I just needed a double come shot to finish off a really hot porno film. If one came first then I could make it appear that both came at the same time by editing but it would be much better if they both came at once.

“Oh yes Jim I can come anytime now” Geoffrey said.

“Yes me too so lets come all over each other’s wife’s face it has always been a favourite fantasy of ours. Oh you dirty fucking bitch sucking another man’s dick” Jim said in excitement.

“Oh yes I’m going to shoot all my hot spunk all over your wife’s face and in her mouth” Geoffrey gasped.

Both cocks were spurting, spraying sperm all over Pat and Gillian’s faces, in their mouths and running down their chins and dripping onto their tits.

“Lick it all up you dirty bitches” panted Jim.

“Yes you love it, lick it off each other’s faces” Geoffrey ordered.

As I watched the monitor with Pat and Gillian licking all the sperm from each other’s face I knew that I had made another porno classic that could never be destroyed because it would be copied and multiplied with the originals becoming collector’s items.

Seventy Six Grand

Chapter 16

“John, the Hong Kong order is going to be ready soon because it’s December now” I said over the phone.

“Yes it’s nearly finished and Johno’s working all the time on it but I’ll tell him that it’s got to be ready by the end of the week all right Mick?”

“Yeah, okay John because the Bill of Lading has a time delivery clause on it and I wouldn’t like the company to lose seventy six grand” I chuckled.

“No right son,” John said.

The next day someone rang the bell and I looked out of the window to see an angry looking guy standing outside the front door downstairs.

“Shall I let him in? Sara asked.

“No he looks angry, I’ll go down and see what he wants.”

“Careful Mike, you never know,” Lindsay said looking up from his desk.

“Don’t worry Lindsay he’s not a hit man, I can tell” I giggled.

Lisa got up and looked out of the window. “That’s Johno, he works for John,” she said.

“Oh he’s the guy that does the duplicating, I’ll go down and see what he wants” I said. I walked down the stairs where the angry man was already impatiently ringing the bell again. I opened the door. “Yes, what can I do for you?” I asked the thick set, stocky Johno.

“I wanna see John” he spat out the words, his face a bellicose red.

“John’s not here and he doesn’t come round to the office much, but I’m Mike his partner, can I help because you look very upset.”

“Yeah, I’m upset all right, I’m working all the hours under the bloody sun in a stinking lock up, with no windows and he’s not paying me proper like, I mean I should get lots more. I’ve got bills to pay” Johno explained, wringing his hands together.

“How much do you need to get yourself out of trouble and pay off these bills” I asked, highly aware that this was the guy doing the Hong Kong order and he was a disgruntled worker and that was not good.

“A ton and a half,” Johno replied.

I pulled out a wad of notes and saw the expectation on Johno’s face as he saw the cash. “Here you are, here’s three hundred, that should keep you going for a bit” I said, giving him the cash.

“You’re a diamond son, a real diamond but John’s a miser, thanks” he said walking away and out of the garage forecourt.

Next day John’s big white Merc pulled onto the forecourt and I heard him coming up the stairs. Then he came into the office, a serious look on his face, and for a moment I thought that he had found out about my refusal to take the gay films off the market.

“Hello John,” I said.

Lisa looked up, carried on working and said nothing.

“I want to talk to you downstairs,” John said a serious tone to his voice.

“Would you like a cup of tea John?” Sara asked.

“No thanks love, I just want a quick word with Mick” he replied, his face sullen.

“Okay John” I said, following him out of the office and down the stairs.

He was dressed in a navy blue suit made of some shiny material and I noticed that he was developing a gut that his loose white shirt failed to hide.

Downstairs he pulled back his jacket and stood with his hands on his hips. “Why did you give Johno that money?” he asked, letting out a huge sigh.

“Why, because he was skint, that’s why, he was angry and disgruntled and that spells trouble because I need that Hong Kong order by the end of the week.”

“The order’s ready and it's round the bungalow waiting but don’t ever give money to Johno again” John said, fixing me with a cold stare.

“Well the poor bastard was working all hours under the sun but why is the order round the bungalow?” I said, staring back.

“This place is under obs, and I’ve got the number plates of twenty two Q cars that are following me around” John replied.

“Under obs” I repeated.

“Yes, don't look like you're looking, but they are watching us right now from a car parked over there opposite the garage.”

“Fucking hell they have probably got the phones tapped as well” I said.

“Of course they have,” John replied.

“I had better come over to the bungalow and see if it’s ready to go, then I’ll phone from the yard in Palmerston.”

“You had better get in my motor because they won’t follow me” John said a touch of the old bravado in his voice that I remembered from when we were kids and he loved being chased by the police because he could always outdrive them.

“But they know where you are going anyway, I mean the bungalow.”

“It’s not under obs because I have moved out and Karl is staying there” John replied.

“I’ll go and tell them that I will be out for a bit,” I said.

“No you’ll be back in half-an-hour, jump in the motor” John said an insistent tone to his voice.

Reluctantly I got into the passenger seat of John’s Merc and he started to drive out the garage and into the main road and I glanced back to see if the Q car was following us.

“Well it’s not following us” I informed John.

“There’s more than one car and we are being followed that’s for sure” John was insistent then with a squeal of tyres he shot through a set off lights by South Wimbledon Underground Station and roared down the centre of the road until he reached Merton where he turned into Wandle Road and drove straight into an open garage then we went out through a backdoor into the house.

“We touched eighty just then that’s why I’ve got a big motor, Mercs are brilliant” John said, an excited look on his face.

Some men love a bit of action and John was one of them and he came to life when something was happening. The front was full of boxes and the tapes had been repacked in the boxes they came in.

I picked up the phone and rang the TNT offices and the voice of a guy that I had come to recognise answered “Hello TNT.”

“Hello it's Mike Freeman here, I‘d like you to pick up a big order tomorrow and deliver it to FOB London Airport” I said.

“No problem, the driver will collect it tomorrow.”

“Well it’s at a different address, have you got a pen?”

I gave the guy the address in Wandle Road and he assured me that the shipment would be delivered tomorrow. I had to go and get the documentation at the Videx offices and I would do that later.

“Hello Mike” said a voice I recognised.

I turned and Karl was standing there and I noticed immediately how much he had grown in the past year.

“Hello Karl” I greeted him.

John came back into the room. “All right?” he asked.

“Yes everything is fine, but I’ll have to get the documentation as TNT will be here tomorrow to collect the shipment and take it to the airport” I replied.

“Well I’ll leave that to you and Karl will be here to let the driver in, so Karl don’t go out until the driver has gone, all right” John said then turned back to me.

“Mick you get a taxi back, the cab’s number is by the phone and Karl will get you one, I’ve got a bit of business so I’ll be off” John said walking out and then I heard his car start and drive out into the road with a squeal of tires.

“Shall I phone the cab?” Karl asked.

“Yes please and the TNT guy will be here in the morning, usually about ten” I informed him.

“Who is this guy Johno and why doesn’t your Dad pay him enough?” I asked.

“Johno did a murder for Dad, ran a guy over in Sutton High Street and he’s afraid that Dad will grass him up if he doesn’t do what he says.”

“Did a murder Karl, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure but don’t tell Dad I told you. I’ll phone the cab now” he said, picking up the phone. “Yeah the Bungalow Wandle Road ASAP to Wimbledon okay” he said, putting down the phone.

“How do you know all this Karl?” I asked.

“Because Dad has his mates round here and they all talk in loud voices and I always spy on them, but don’t tell John” Karl said with a worried look on his face.

“Of course I won’t Karl” I assured him.

Five minutes later the cab pulled up and I said goodbye to Karl, pressing some banknotes into his hand. “Here’s some pocket money for you Karl but don’t tell your Dad.”

“Of course I won't’, he never gives me nothing' ' Karl complained.

In the taxi back to the office I wondered how doing a murder for someone put you in their power.

The order was delivered to London Airport the next day and when I phoned the bank Videx was richer by seventy six thousand pounds.

A Miser’s Mistake

Chapter 17

Lindsay was speaking on the phone. “Rumbelows you had better talk to the boss, hey Mike you won’t believe this but its Rumbelows on the phone” he said grinning.

“Rumbelows eh okay, but stop calling me boss, it’s the manager when some one calls okay?”

“Okay Mike sorry but I was excited” Lindsay explained.

“Hello it’s Mike Freeman here, what can I do for you?”

“This is the Rumbelows buyer and I would like to order some of your films.”

“Okay how many do you want?”

“We will start with a hundred VHS and fifty Betamax and see how they go.”

“Okay then, do you want posters and promotional point of sale material with softcore pictures?”

“Yes Mike send us the lot.”

“Okay then I’ll invoice you” with the order.

Right when can we expect delivery?, I’ll give you the address.”

I wrote down the address. “Who am I speaking to?”

“Mike Rutherfield.”

“You will receive your order within three working days” I assured him.

“Okay Mike thanks a lot.”

“It’s a pleasure,” said putting down the phone.

“It’s going to be legalised soon because all these big companies have got solicitors with their ears to the ground” I thought.

“With people like Rumbelows ordering it means that it’s going to be legalised soon” I said to Lindsay.

“Fucking hell I hope that your right” Lindsay said.

Later that week I got a call from Joe Abbot of the British Videogram Association, the BVA, and I made a deal with him to give ten per cent off the retail price for all his members.

After that I convinced myself that pornography was going to be legalised for adults in the United Kingdom because it was being legalised now in most of the so called free world.

I had reduced the retail price now to £30 and was supplying uncensored hardcore material while all other British companies were ripping off their customers and selling them edited versions of American hardcore films which left so little that companies like Electric Blue took softcore video s of girls showing their breasts to pad out what was left of the censored hardcore then gave the impression in their advertising that the films were the original American hardcore versions.

I was taking thousands of pounds worth of advertising a month now and my ads offering a “Money back guarantee if not hardcore” were attracting hundreds of new customers every week and some magazines started to review the films telling their customers that Videx Films were uncensored because then I would take out more full colour display advertising and often got the best position inside back cover or a centre spread.

The Post Office sent a van to deliver our mail and in return we sorted it and they picked it up. Business was booming and I thought that I had won and that pornography for adults was definitely going to become law and that I could sleep peacefully in my bed without the fear of a raid.

But my complacency was disturbed when the media started a campaign against porno video again and it was worse than ever this time because the support from the left was not there anymore as feminism and their anti pornography mantra “Pornography is the propaganda rape is the practice”  was becoming politically correct while the feminists formed an unholy alliance with the New Right.  

One day I got a phone call from the Arab Times advertising manager who suggested that I advertise with them and after taking a small display ad I started to get orders from Muslim countries and I laughed thinking of my films being sold in countries where possession of such pornography would attract the death penalty.

Everything was going well when I received a phone call from Hong Kong and Mr Wong.

“There was no music in the films, why did you take it off? No more orders” then the phone was slammed down.

I was really angry and I phoned up John thinking that Johno was responsible and he had printed all the orders with one audio track instead of having it set to mix.

“Hello John, did you know that none of the Hong Kong orders had music on it?” I asked.

“Yes, because Videx did not have the music rights for China,” he replied.

I was speechless for a moment and I remembered telling John about how I had acquired UK rights from De Wolfes in Soho.

“Well it would only have cost us a paltry sum but now you have cost Videx our best customer” I said angrily.

There was silence on the other end and I put down the phone. “That fucking moron John deliberately had the Hong Kong order printed without music” I shouted to Sara and Lindsay.

“No I don’t believe it” Lindsay said in disbelief.

“Oh that’s terrible” Sara agreed.

“Why, why” Lindsay said.

Well because to a cunt like that who thinks that porn is not art, and does not like to see cocks, then music does not matter and he thought that it would cost us a few hundred in music royalties” I said in disgust and once again I rued the day that I had ever accepted his money because I would have started up in a small way but soon got bigger because my  photos and films were the best in the UK.

Videx Christmas Party

Chapter 18

“Let’s have a Videx Christmas Party” I said to Sara.

“Oh yes goody” she said, rubbing her hands enthusiastically.

“But we can’t have it here in the house but you could ask Nick Berry” I said.

“Nick, yes Nick, of course he will let me” Sara said smiling.

I knew that she was right and that she could get most things out of Nick. “Why don’t you phone him then because then I can design the invitations and send them out to everybody.

Sara picked up the phone and dialled Nick’s number. “Hello Nick we are having a Videx Christmas Party and wondered if we could use your place, of course, oh great thank you so much, see you soon” Sara blew a kiss down the phone. “I told you yes, oh this is so exciting.”

“Yes it is and now I will design and invitation card and send it to the printers.”

“Oh who can I invite?” Sara said, jumping up and down with excitement.

“Invite everyone you know, anyone you like, why don’t you sit down and write out a list?” I suggested.

Sara sat down and began writing a list: “Vieta, Nigel, Tuppy, Sarah, Jane, Evelyn...” she mused out loud as she wrote.

“Lindsay Honey and the Bay City Rollers” I suggested.

“Oh yes, can’t we ask them to play?”

“No I don’t think so, but I will get Lindsay to find a disc jockey.”

I sat down and began to do a rough out of the invitation which I would give to the printer to set out. I realised that most people would be having their own party so I would hold the Videx Party on the 15th of December. I also knew that it would be a public relations exercise for Videx and with this in mind, as well as inviting friends I would invite everyone I knew that worked in the advertising departments of the magazines the company was advertising in.

The day of the party was near and I ordered lots of drinks, wines, liqueurs and spirits of all kinds of recreational substances, hash, herbal cannabis and cocaine.

Lindsay had found a professional disc jockey and hired a disco lighting rig and two days before the party we moved everything into Nick Berry’s basement flat and set everything up and it looked great.

On the day of the party Sara and I drove over to Earl’s Court and waited for the guests to arrive and then at midday the doorbell started to ring and soon the basement was crowded with people most of whom we had never met before. The conference room had been turned into a disco and people started to drift onto the floor to dance. Nick was there of course and a few of his psychiatrist friends too.

“Mike, you see that beautiful redhead over there, do you know who she is? '' Nick asked while I was dancing with Sara.

I had noticed the gorgeous girl who had just got onto the dance floor wearing a really tight red skirt and top, high heels with large breasts gyrating her body. “No, who is she?” I replied intrigued.

“Donna, Queen of the orgies, her boast is that she has been fucked by over a thousand men. I’ll introduce you” he said laughing and he walked over to the redhead and led her towards me and Sara.

“Mike this is Donna, Donna meet Mike, a friend of mine” Nick introduced us.

I went to shake hands with the beautiful Donna but as she held my hand she pulled me close to her and kissed me on the lips.

“Mm you are the lovely Mike Freeman who made Truth or Dare.”

I looked into her green eyes aware that Nick had led Sara off and now that I was dancing with Donna Queen of the Orgies.

“Oh you have seen it then?” I asked pleased to meet a fan.

“I’ve watched it lots of times and especially Lindsay Honey and his enormous cock. '' She replied laughing then suddenly her hand was feeling my penis through my tracksuit bottoms and then feeling down inside.

“Mm you have a nice big one too Mike” Donna said laughing.

I looked into her eyes noticing that they were a light shade of green and outlined with mascara, at her cute freckled retrousse nose, wide red swollen lips and thought of how young and beautiful she was up close then she was down on her heels pulling out my cock in the middle of the dance floor and sucking it.

Suddenly a friend of Nick’s, Glen appeared whose articles I had read in the Daily Mirror and Forum magazine.

“Hello Mike," he said, getting out his cock, which was quite big and starting to rub it around Donna’s face.

Donna took my cock out of her mouth and glanced up smiling. “Mm two cocks are better than one” she giggled and started to get them both into her mouth her wide red lips stretched around them.

I looked up at the stage at the disc jockey and a girl who was assisting him and they grinned and I heard the lyrics “Drugs, sex and rock n roll are good for your soul” coming over the sound system.

A few of the dancers glancing our way and one couple walked off in disgust muttering “perverts' ' and I laughed and carried on enjoying myself looking down at the luscious and uninhibited nymph Donna who was obviously enjoying herself too.  

Donna suddenly took our cocks out of her mouth and stood up. “Why don’t you both fuck me” she suggested licking her lips as though she had just had something nice to eat.

I led the way to Nick’s bedroom where he had a bed raised up on stilts. “Up here Donna,” I said, gesturing at the wooden ladder.

She started to climb up and I went after Glenn next then we were on top of Nick’s bed. I got my cock into her straight away from the rear and started to fuck her then remembering how Tony and I used to get both get our cocks up Pat at the same time I put my mouth next to her ear. “Have you ever had two cocks inside you at once?” I asked.

“No I don’t like it in the arse” Donna replied over her shoulder.

“Not in the arse, in your cunt” I replied.

“No never but I wouldn’t mind trying it” she giggled.

“Glenn, do you want to try it?” I asked.

“Yes for sure” he replied then I felt his hard cock pressing against mine trying to get into Donna.

Then I felt Donna’s hand guiding him in then both our big thick cocks were up Donna stretching her cunt wide.

“Oh yes you dirty fucking bastards it feels great” Donna admitted.

It felt really tight and I pushed my cock in and out slowly at first then speeded up. “What we want to do now Glenn is to both come at the same time and fill Donna full of spunk” I said.

“Oh yes please fill me full of spunk, you dirty pair of bastards” Donna gasped.

“Are you ready to come Mike?” Glenn asked excitement plain in his voice.

“I can come anytime because I‘m holding back,” I explained. “Just say I’m coming and I‘ll come too” I said.

“Do you want all our lovely spunk shot deep up inside you Donna?” I asked my lips pressed against her ear.

“Oh yes, yes, shoot it up me” Donna gasped.

With that Glenn let out a big cry. “Oh I’m coming.”

“Me too” I said, releasing my sperm and feeling it spurt out. “I’m shooting all my hot, sticky spunk all up you Donna” I said as I came.

“Oh, oh yes I’m coming as well, you dirty fuckers” Donna screamed in ecstasy, writhing around impaled on two large spouting dicks.

As our sexual energy was dissipated we all collapsed on the bed then suddenly I heard the sound of clapping and cheering and looking behind me through the small circular window in the wall behind Nick’s bed I saw a crowd of party goers standing in the passage and realised that they had watched the whole thing through the little window and I looked down and started to laugh.

We all climbed down off the bed and Donna and Glenn went back to the disco while I wandered into the kitchen to find Sara cooking and Jane and her friend Evelyn and Linzi Drew posing half nude and two guys with cameras who were taking photos of Linzi using flash.

“Hello Mike, Sara’s making some hash cakes” Linzi greeted me.  

“Oh great, cool” I said.

Meet our husbands Geoff and Ronnie, Geoff Ronnie this is Mike Freeman”  Jane said smiling at me as though I were someone famous then I was shaking their hands wondering whether their wives had told him that they encouraged me to use them as sexual slaves, although I knew that they had told them they were in the porno films.

“Yes I’m trying to get Mike to whip me really hard but he won’t but Mistress Sara makes up for it” Evelyn said in her high pitched voice.

Everyone started laughing and I guessed that their husbands knew everything.

“Do you want to try one Mike?” Sara asked, presenting me with a tray of hash cookies.

“Yes please Sara” I replied, taking one and biting into it. “Mm delicious, did you put honey in them?” I asked.

“Yes lots and half-an-ounce of hash” Sara said smiling innocently.

Then she was off carrying the tray. “Hash cookies, anyone?” I heard her say as she went round the party.

About twenty minutes later I was confronted by a distraught middle class woman whom I had never seen before.

“Your girlfriend Sara fed me hash” she said accusingly. “Now I feel terrible, all the floors and walls are moving,” she complained.

“But she told you that they were hash cookies,” I said.

“Yes but she is so innocent looking that I thought that she was joking,” the woman replied.

“Look, sit down on the settee and I will help you” I said.

The woman sat down obediently, her eyes full of fear.

“Now have you ever done deep breathing?” I asked.

“Yes I have done Yoga” the woman replied.

“Well cross your legs, get into the meditation position, close your eyes and start doing breathing exercises. Right the way in, fill your lungs right to the top from the bottom, now when they are full, breathe out pushing out all the air with your stomach muscles then start again. While you are doing this, repeat this Mantra in your head. Nothing can harm me because the images are all in my mind, nothing can harm me because the images are all in my mind. I will be your guide and I will stay here until you have conquered your fear and the fear becomes pleasure” and I sat there with this woman for about half an-hour-hour until suddenly she opened her eyes.

“You were marvellous, do you know I feel wonderful now, thank you” she said.

“Well okay, I think that you are all right. Just relax and listen to the music” I said.

“Hello Mick” said a familiar voice and I turned to see Alan.

“Hello Alan, glad that you could make it, where’s Jean?” I asked.

“Oh she had an appointment and could not come,” Alan said.

“Oh I’m so disappointed, do you fancy a puff? I asked.

Yes I do, haven’t had one for a bit.”

“Come on in here” I said, leading Alan into the kitchen where the two firemen and amateur photographers Geoff and Ronnie were taking some lesbian pictures of Donna and their wives.

“You don’t mind us taking pics, do you Mike?” one of them asked.

“No, go right ahead,” I agreed.

Alan stared at all the naked flesh and I laughed taking a knife and heating some hash up on the stove. I cut off a piece and handed it to Alan. “Come on then let’s go up to the disco and have a smoke” I suggested and Alan followed me into the crowded room where lots of people were dancing now with the disco lights flashing to the rhythm and sitting down against one of the walls I lit a pipe and lit it then passed it to Alan.

Alan inhaled deeply then exhaled the smoke out through his nose. “Yes it’s strong,” he said, passing the pipe back to me.

I had a few more pipes and I felt great then suddenly a woman who I did not know was standing in front of me.

“Hi Mike, why don’t you come over here? I want to tell you something” she said.

“Just see what she wants” I said to Alan then I got up and followed the woman who sat down on her back against the other side of the disco among people who were obviously her friends then she pulled out a small plastic bag.

“Do you want some of this?" she said, smiling at me.

I looked at the white powder and thought that it was coke. “I don’t use coke,” I said.

“It’s not coke, it's speed,” the woman said.

“Even worse” I said remembering my teenage years when I got hooked on it. “Its shit, no thanks” I said.

The woman’s face assumed a pained, disappointed look “Oh” she said.

As I walked away I thought that I may have hurt the woman’s feelings. “What the hell, it is shit” I thought then I returned to where I had left Alan but he had gone.

I went in search of him until I saw a crowd of people in the passage all giggling and looking up at the small round circular window set in the wall next to Nick Berry’s elevated bed.

I walked up to the crowd and looked up and much to my surprise I saw Alan, his trousers down, his buttocks moving  in that unmistakable act of copulation. He was fucking Donna Queen of the orgies. “Fucking hypocrite” I thought and I knew that like most married men they can’t resist fucking a young nubile woman if the offer came their way.

I watched for a moment and joined in the laughter. “No wonder that he didn’t want to bring Jean, if only she could see him now” I thought, thinking back to the time when he could have fucked Sara but he didn’t want me to fuck Jean.

“Hello Mick” and I turned round to see John, my partner standing there, a big hard looking guy standing next to him.

“Hello John, glad that you could make it” I said.

“Meet Billy, a pal of mine,” John said.

I shook Billy’s hands, noticing the prison tattoos on his fingers.

“Please to meet you Billy” I said when I wasn’t, feeling that this guy was well out of place among the mainly middle-class people here at the party.

“Yeah Billy wanted to come when I told him about it, but I can see it’s not my cup of tea, so I’ll be off then” John said, turning on his heel walking away down the passage towards the front door. Paranoia shot through my brain. “Why did he bring this guy, driving all the way from Surrey just to drop him off?” alarm bells rang in my head and I glanced at Billy who stood dry washing his hands looking the typical gangster.

“There’s everything here that you want, drinks, drugs, women, help yourself and go and enjoy yourself, pleased that you could come, any friend of John’s is a friend of mine” I said.

“All right son, lovely,” Billy said.

As he spoke I noticed that he wore an expensive Rolex, a heavy gold chain around his neck, a gold ID bracelet and a diamond ring on his little finger. “Well enjoy yourself” I said quickly, turning on my heel and walking away. “I’ll have to watch that bastard,” I thought.

Then I walked into the kitchen and opened the drawer to get a knife in order to cut a piece of  hash off the big block in my pocket, so that I could burn it easier and the light glinted and shone on all the sharp edges of the blades. I realised then that Billy reminded me of Gerry and that I did not like these gangster types because he had been one.

“You're getting paranoid” I said to myself and taking a sharp knife out of the drawer I heated it and cut off a bit of hash of a more usable size. Visitors were still arriving and then I saw Lindsay Honey come in the front door with five guys and walking towards me.

“Hi Mike, I’d like to introduce you to some muso friends of mine, Ian of the Bay City Rollers and the rest of the old firm, now called La Rox” then I was shaking hands with all his musician friends who looked like typical rock group guys with shoulder length hair, emaciated bodies, dressed in skin tight trousers and ostentatious looking jackets like the tiger skin one that Lindsay was now wearing.

“That disc jockey’s great and it’s just like a disco up there” and I put my hand in my pocket, my fingers closing around five grams of coke and pulling it out.

“Here you are man, your Christmas present” I said, pressing the plastic bag into his hand.

Lindsay's blue eyes lit up. “Wow! Cool man Mike thanks a lot” he said quickly putting it into his pocket.

I thought that he did not want to share it with his muso pals. “There’s Linzi there too,” I said.  

“Thanks Mike I’ll show the guys the disco room” and he walked off his muso pals following him towards the loud noise of the music.      

When I entered the disco some time later it was crowded on the dance floor with lots of people sitting around on the floor lining the walls.

Jane got one of the muso’s cocks out and started to suck it and Evelyn did the same then suddenly the room started to empty, and as people left they shot disapproving looks at those engaged in sex play, walking down the passage and out of the door.

I looked around and saw that three quarters of the party goers had left then I noticed the guy Billy who I had thought looked dangerous being sucked off by Linzi.

“Well he appears all right” I thought and really I was glad that all the straights had left.

I looked over at the buffet table and noticed that most of the food had gone. “Well at least they had a good feed before they left” I thought.

Then I wandered out of the disco room down the hallway and into Nick’s bedroom.

Alan was nowhere to be seen so I presumed that he had left but Nick’s bed was occupied by two couples fucking away and I smiled up at them and wondered where Sara had got to supposing that she was in one of the bedrooms with Nick who didn’t seem to do much fucking but made her come with his big white vibrator.

The party went on until the small hours then when it was almost empty I saw Lindsay and his muso pals just leaving.

“See you up the office” I said goodbye.

“Goodbye Mike it was great” Lindsay said and his pals nodded then the music and the voiceover of the disc jockey penetrated through to my brain “Now you see it, now you don’t, now you see now you don’t goodbye Mike, goodbye” then just as they had gone out of the door I realised that they appeared to be secreting something under their jackets and going over to the drinks table I noticed that whereas five minutes ago there were a dozen bottles of spirits left now there was none. I realised that Lindsay and his muso friends had nicked it all.

I ran out up the stairs to see their car driving off and I mentally kicked myself at being too slow to understand what the disc jockey had been trying to tell me.

I was really pissed off and thought that the ex Bay City Rollers had dropped a lot down the affluent scale now they were La Rox and now they were just petty thieves.

I walked back into the mansions and back down the stairs where I was met by Sara and Nick.

“What’s the matter Mike?” Nick asked.

“Lindsay and his muso punks just nicked all the spirits that were left over” I said.

“They took all the bottles that were on the table but I put a few unopened ones away” smiled Sara.

“Oh smart thinking, because I wanted to leave them for Nick and the meetings” I said.

“By the way Mike, that friend of yours Alan, you ought to watch him” Nick said.

“Why Nick” I wanted to know.

“Because he is all out for himself in the art world and told me that it was him that taught you how to paint and that you used to do his portraits” Nick said seriously.

I knew that it was true because that’s what he had said to the Ham and High reporter right in front of me. I felt sad then because once I could have trusted Alan with my life and we had brotherly love for one another. Now he had become just another grasping middle class professional artist clawing his way up the ladder of success in the corrupt art world, where it was who you knew and the art talk bullshit that you spoke to all the other sycophants. “Hang a painting on the wall, a painting that contains nothing at all down in London Town, where all the dealers and all of the fakes get together to see who gets the breaks, down in London Town” the words of the Dire Straits came into my head and I wondered how long these genius musicians would last with their subversive lyrics.  

Centre Spread in the Star

Chapter 19

“Yeah, this is Lindsay speaking, yes I can get Ian Mitchell of the Rollers, yeah I’m sure that he will do it, and a couple of the girls, yes. Okay Pat, I’ll get it sorted and get back to you” Lindsay said, putting down the phone. “Hey Mike, that was Pat Codd the entertainment editor of the Star, I know him and he did a few pieces on the Rollers, he’s a great guy” Lindsay said, his eyes shining.

“What did he want exactly?” I asked.

“Well he wants to do a big piece on Videx in the Star and he wants it hard. I’ll get Ian Mitchell and it will be mega publicity for us.”

“Hard, well he can’t put hard pics in the Star, can he?” I asked.

“Well they put little stars over the cocks and things” Lindsay said giggling.

“We will get Sarah and Sharon and you. All publicity is good publicity” I said laughing.

The day of the newspaper shoot arrived and I had booked out the Manhattan suite. Pat Codd wanted it to look like a real shoot so I decided to do one starring Ian Mitchell of Bay City Roller fame in a hardcore shoot with Sarah and Sharon, the latter who had given birth to a baby boy and whose breasts were full of milk and attractively large.

Me and Lindsay set up the lights, monitor and camera on the fluid head tripod while we waited for Patt Codd and a photographer to arrive.

Sara made coffee and we all sat around drinking it while Lindsay chopped up some coke and snorted a few lines.

I had a few pipes and breaking off a piece I gave it to Sarah who started to build a big spliff.

As Lindsay snorted the white lines off the glass top table Ian got up and stood there.

Lindsay snorted all the lines except one then he looked up at Ian. “Fancy a toot Ian?” he asked.

“Yeah man” Ian said and bent down immediately and the last line disappeared.

“Hey what about me man?” Sarah asked.

“All gone babe,” Lindsay said looking at me.

“Why don’t you phone Ringo?” I asked wanting everyone to be in a good mood for the press interview and the shoot.

Lindsay picked up the phone immediately and dialled. “Hello Lindsay here, yeah man I need one liquorice and one sherbet, yeah man pronto 4 Green street Mayfair, ring the entry phone, okay man. He’ll be right over” Lindsay said smiling pleased now.

I peeled off £160 and gave it to Lindsay.

“Thanks Mike” he said brushing his hand through his long bleached hair, his blue eyes glittering like the diamonds on his ears.

I looked at Ian who now seemed more relaxed at the prospect of getting some of the white powder and Sarah was now smiling and giggling as well. I studied Ian and wondered why the Bay City Rollers had split up.

“Ian what happened why did the Rollers split up?” I asked,

“Tay, he got nicked up in Scotland for young boys” he said looking sad.

“Yeah I heard that one of the boy’s mothers complained,” Lindsay said.

“Yeah and he was already a rent boy,” Ian said.

“But there are loads of people into young boys in showbiz, I could name a few like the guy with the black and white hair on tele” Lindsay said.

“But that’s down here in London up in Scotland it’s different” Ian said.

“How old was the boy?” I asked.

“Boys, not just one, lots of them all about the same age though in their teens, you know wanted to be in boy bands. I don’t really want to talk about it because Tay was all right but he just had this fatal attraction for teenage boys” Ian said.

I thought of Chris Denning and I had heard that he had got nicked for boys too.

“Bum boys,” Sharon said.

“Dirty buggers” Sarah said and burst out giggling which set both girls off into fits of giggles.

“How about a bit of anal in the film?” Lindsay said with a big smile on his face.

“No, I don't like it” Sharon said.

“Me neither,” Sara said, pulling on the joint.

“How do you know you don’t like it? You must have tried it then.”

“No never” replied Sarah an indignant look on her face. Then she started giggling and this set everyone off laughing.

Suddenly the front door bell rang and Lindsay got up quickly. “Hello Lindsay here, delivery, right?” he said pressing the entry button.

A dispatch rider incognito in his wrap around crash helmet entered the room. “Delivery for Lindsay,” he said.

Lindsay took the jiffy bag and gave the guy the money. “Thanks man” he said and the dispatch rider was gone without a word.

Lindsay opened the packet and took out two of the ubiquitous little plastic bags and gave the black one to me while quickly opening the other and pouring out white crystals on the table and began chopping them up, making white lines on the glass table.

Ian, Sarah and Sharon all rose to their feet looking down at the lines and soon each one stuck a rolled up fiver up their nose and the lines disappeared.

“Sarah, do you want a little toot?” Lindsay said.

Sarah looked at me and I smiled my assent then she bent over the table and snorted a white line.” “Urrg” she said and everyone laughed.

I looked at my watch. “They are twenty minutes late,” I said.

“Don’t worry man they will be here, this is a big story featuring Ian of the Bay City Rollers in a porno film” Lindsay said.

Just at that moment the doorbell rang. “That’s them,” Lindsay said, jumping up quickly.

“Hold it a second Lindsay” I said and I got up and turned on the camera which was set up pointing at the settee.

“Cool, okay now” Lindsay asked.

I nodded my head “Yeah cool man” I assented. Lindsay walked over to the answer phone. “Hello Lindsay here. Oh hello Pat” he said pressing the entry button and opening the door of the Manhattan suite.

Two guys walked it dressed in suits and ties, one with short fair hair the other dark and wavy. “Hello you must be Patt Codd, I’m Mike Freeman, let me introduce you to Sara, my girlfriend, Ian Mitchell, Sarah, Sharon and Lindsay” I said.

“Please to meet you all” Pat said, shaking hands all round. “This is Mark Boudignon the photographer,” he said.

“Hello everyone,” Mark said, shaking everyone’s hand.

“Would you like a coffee or tea?” Sara asked.

“Tea for me please,” Pat replied.

“And for me please,” Mark said.  

“There is wine and spirits if you prefer” I offered.

“No tea will do,” Pat said.

“Anyone else thirsty?” Sarah asked, looking around.

“Tea please Sara,” Sarah said.

“And for me Sarah please” Sharon said.

Pat opened his briefcase, took out a tape recorder and placed it on the glass table top. “Now when I switch it on I will ask you all a few questions” he said. Then he looked at everybody who were nodding their heads and switched it on. “Okay ready I’ll start with you Mike. This is a fabulous place you have here and I noticed that it’s called The Manhattan suite by the brass plate on the door. Do you always make your movies here?” he asked, looking at me with his blue eyes a serious expression on his face.

“Not always but I have used this apartment three times and similar ones in Green Street as I’m shooting my Rich and Randy series in this apartment now” I replied.

“They must cost you a pretty packet then Mike?”

“Two hundred a day” I replied.

“Two hundred a day!” Pat said, whistling.

“Yeah, the Three Degrees live upstairs and they’ve been here for years at two hundred a day and the BGees, who have just moved out.”

“We're been here for years too,” I said, smiling broadly.

“Yeah they’re really loaded men,” Lindsay said.

Sarah walked in with a tray, tea pots, cups, sugar and milk. “Please help yourselves” she said then sat down on the huge settee next to Sarah.

“What film are you making today then Mike?” Pat asked.

I tried to think of a title then one came up in my head. “Its called Groupies about a rock group starring Ian and Lindsay who get two girls who  have found out where they live and who they see hanging about in Green Street waiting for them a good fucking. What I’m doing today is when the girls are in the apartment and Ian and Lindsay fuck them on that big settee underneath that big painting of the tiger” I said.

“Do you mind if I ask the girls a few candid questions Mike” Pat asked.

“No, not at all, ask what you like,” I said.

“Sarah is it?” Pat asked.

“Yes Pat,” Sarah answered.

“Have you worked on any films for Mike here before?”

“Yes two, Lady Photographer and French Lessons with Kent, Colonel Spanker” Sarah said giggling.

“Colonel Spanker wasn’t he in the People recently” Pat asked.

“Yes that’s right a model sold her story for a lot of money” Sarah said giggling again.

As Pat interviewed the girls I got up and looked at the monitor and moved the camera slightly so that everyone was in the frame. No one took any notice of me and Pat Codd or Mark Boudignon never realised that I was filming them.

“And you Sharon have you worked with Mike before?” Pat asked.

“Yes in French Lessons and Group Orgy” Sharon replied.

“So neither of you two girls mind doing hardcore films then and having real sex on camera?” Pat asked.

“No me and Sharon love working with Mike and we have a script and everything and its fun. Isn’t it Sharon '' Sarah said looking at Sharon.

“Yes we enjoy doing it” Sharon agreed.

I looked at Sarah and Sharon who were dressed in suits, looking very smart for the press interview. “This is going to blow everyone’s minds when they read this” I thought.

“And you Lindsay, how many movies have you done for Mike?” Pat asked,

“Oh I did Truth or Dare with Paula Meadows and then a sex comedy Bent Coppers, and oh yeah Models where I acted as the chirpy Cockney photographer and a spanking short for the Videx Video Show, the first video show for adults” Lindsay said.

“And you and Ian here have a new band called La Rox is that right?” Pat asked.

“Well it’s not exactly new because we have got two platinum disks, we were big in Japan” Lindsay said.

“And you Ian what do you think acting in a hardcore video will do for your career, La Rox that is in the UK?” Pat asked.

“Well I think that it will put La Rox on the map” Ian said and he picked up the guitar next to him and started picking out a tune.

“Yeah and Ian has written some good pop songs for Groupies” Lindsay interjected.

“So what do you think the old fans' reactions will be when they hear that you are in a hardcore sex video?” Pat asked.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with sex and mean most of our fans are doing it at that age anyway” Ian replied.

Sarah and Sharon started giggling loudly.

“What funny girls?” Pat asked.

“Well we were doing it when we were thirteen...” Sarah said, breaking out in a fit of giggles that set off Sharon and Sara as well.

“Mike, if you shoot a bit of the sex scene with Ian, Lindsay and the girls then Mark here will get some pictures for the article” Pat said, turning to look at me.

“Yes it’s all set up ready to shoot” I said looking at the monitor which I knew was live pointing the camera at Pat without looking at him. “Okay, is everybody  ready for action then” I shouted.

“Yes ready Mike” they all said.

“Ready for action Mike” confirmed Sarah swinging the boom.

“Right this is the scene where you are drinking wine, Lindsay and Ian scotch and then the boys come onto the girls and start to fuck them” I directed. “Pat if you don’t want to be in this scene you had better get behind the camera” I said which started everyone laughing.

Mark picked up his camera and I heard the flash powering up. “Right get ready to roll them, action” I shouted training the camera at Lindsay Sharon, Ian and Sarah.

“Let’s have a closer look at those big tits of yours” said Lindsay and he began unbuttoning Sharon’s blouse.

“And let’s have a look at your little titties,” Ian said.

Lindsay started to play with Sharon’s tits and began to suck them then he was down on the carpet pulling off her knickers. He stood up and undid his jeans and took out his big cock. “Look at this baby, is this what you want?” he asked.

Sarah looked up her eyes wide, “It’s so big, it’s absolutely enormous” she said.

Sharon was staring at it too while Ian pulled her knickers off.

I wondered if Ian was going to perform or if he had a little cock and remembered my appearance in Models where I had been intimidated by the size of Lindsay’s huge weapon.

Ian stood up and unbuttoned his trousers and Mark’s flash lit up the scene. I trained the camera on him as he took pictures and thought that I would put this episode into the Videx Video Show.

Ian and Lindsay were fucking away their buttocks going up and down at a furious rate. Lindsay pushed up Sharon’s legs so that one could see his cock thrusting in and out but all I could see of Ian was his buttocks. I did not cut as I usually would have because I did not want to put him off, and anyway, I knew that British newspapers couldn’t show his penis.

“I think that I’ve got some good shots here” said Mark standing up.

“All right Mike” that was great, Pat said.

Lindsay still carried on fucking Sharon and he knelt down between her legs “Oh you dirty bitch Sharon I’m going to shoot my hot spunk all up inside you” he gasped.

Everybody started laughing and I noticed that Ian had stopped fucking.

Pat Codd sat in the back of the car with Sara as I drove through Surrey. I was dark and my headlights lit up the road at night.

“Thanks for giving me a lift home Mike” Pat said.

I looked at him in the driving mirror. “No problem man, it's not far out of my way at all” I said.

“I’m father of the chapel, did I tell you?” he suddenly informed me without prompting.

“What religion?” I asked.

“It’s not a religion Mike, it means that I run the union and I’m the entertainments editor” Pat said laughing.

Sara started to giggle and I looked at her in the mirror then much to my surprise she kissed Pat on the lips and then they entwined in a hot embrace. I looked at the road but kept looking in the mirror at what was going on in the back of the car. Next minute Sara undid Pat’s flies and got his cock out and then started to suck it! I didn’t say anything but just kept on driving.

“It’s the next on the left, Mike,” Pat said in a funny voice.

“Okay Pat” I said, seeing the turning looming up in the headlights.

“Just about another two hundred yards on the right, we are nearly there; see those private flats, that’s where I live. You can park here outside”  Pat said.

I pulled up and we all got out the car and followed Pat up a driveway into a block of apartments.

Pat got out his keys and unlocked the door.

As soon as we were in the room Sara had Pat’s cock out again and knelt down on the thick carpet and carried on sucking him off, smiling at me with his cock in her mouth.

I got my cock out and joined in and then Sara was sucking both our cocks, going from one to the other her small delicate hands wanking us at the same time.

“You dirty little girl, you love to suck two big cocks at once”! I said.

Sara looked up and smiled at me nodding her head, her mouth filled with cock.

“I’m going to shoot my spunk all over your face and in your mouth,” I said.

“Is this what it’s all about then Mike?” Pat asked.

“Yeah Pat this is what it’s all about” I said wondering what he meant and noticing that he had quite a big cock. “Are you going to come then?” I asked.

“Yes, quite soon now” Pat said.

Hearing this Sara sucked avidly on his cock wanking it faster.

“Oh yes, I’m going to come,” Pat gasped.

“Yes I’m coming too, all over this dirty little girl’s face” I said and my spunk shot out in jets mixing with that of Pat’s running down Sara’s face while she greedily licked it off her lips making sucking noises as she sucked it all into her mouth and swallowed it.

“What a scene this would have made in a movie” I thought and I wondered if the gods were watching and were amused.

“Pat’s nice and I really enjoyed myself tonight” Sara said as we drove home.

“Really I thought that we were being rather selfish, I mean we didn’t do anything to you” I said.

“I don’t mind because I love pleasing men,” Sara said.

“Well I think that you’ve been a naughty dirty girl and I’m going to spank that little bottom of yours then give you a good hard fucking” I said.

“I deserve it” she said then started to giggle as we drove along the Linkway and pulled outside the house.

“Hello Videx,” I answered.

“Is that Mike?” asked Pat Codd.

“Yes, hello Pat” I replied, recognising his voice.

“I’m working on the article; it’s going to be a big piece, centre page spread for two days running. I need to see some of your movies, because I’m doing a story on the adult entertainment business and comparing all the videos on the market” Pat said.

“I can bike them over if you want” I replied sensing an important bit of publicity.

“Why not come to lunch and bring them today?” Pat offered.

“Okay but I would have to come on my own as I have to have someone answering the phones here” I said thinking that he wanted to see Sara again after the blow job!

“Okay Mike, do you know the Gay Hussar in Soho?”

“Yes but I have never been there” I replied thinking to myself that when the restaurant was named the word “gay” did not have the queer connotation.

“Okay Pat what time?” I asked.

“One o’clock.”

“All right I‘ll see you there.

“I’m going to have a business lunch with Pat Codd and I need you to run the office with Lindsay and Lisa” I explained to Sara who looked disappointed.

“Okay then Mike” she said.

“Lindsay I’m off over Soho to give some films to Pat Codd, we got the centre spread for two days man, it’s going to be mega” I said smiling broadly.

“Yeah man, all publicity is good publicity” Lindsay said.

I collected some of the best Videx titles and kissing Sara goodbye I walked up Merton Road to South Wimbledon tube station. I did not like driving over to Soho in the daytime as the traffic was heavy and it was getting increasingly difficult to find a parking place and even the car parks were full these days.

The stations flashed by and soon the magical name Leicester Square came up and I got off the train the doors whooshing shut behind me. I had been coming to this pace since I was sixteen and it held a compulsive attraction for me. I joined the crowds of people all hurrying on their way and found my way to the moving stairs. As I went up I studied the billboards advertising shows in the West End then at the top I handed in my ticket and walked up the stairs into Charing Cross Road turned left out of the station and then left again walking up an alley into Newport Place then along Gerrard Street turning up Macclesfield Street and crossing Shaftesbury Avenue and turning up Dean Street. I saw the sign Gay Hussar and walked into the restaurant and saw Pat and walked over to his table. It was dead at 1 o’clock.

“Hello Mike, pleased that you could make it” Pat said.

I sat down and handed him the package of several Videx films that I had been carrying. “Here we are Pat the best erotic pornography made in England today, enjoy” I said.

“I hope that I will Mike, and I will look at them tonight” Pat said.

“Well they are uncensored videos for adults. I’m sticking closely to the guidelines of the Williams Committee and they are films that would be legal in any other county in the Common Market except that land of priests Ireland” I said.

“I think that pornography should be legalised for adults myself but what my articles are about is what the public are being offered today and comparing them with what Videx are offering. I have sent off for all the titles on the market today and I’ve already had a look at some of them and it’s all rubbish, I can tell you now” Pat said.

“Well I’m giving the public what they want, uncensored hardcore erotic pornography for adults” I said.          

“I know Mike, look over there, see that guy with the walking stick?” Pat said.

I looked over at the person who Pat had indicated and then I recognised him as his photos had often been in the newspapers. “It’s Paul Foot” I thought. “Yes I recognise him” I said.

“All the Labour Party come here to eat” Pat informed me.

As I looked at the guy with the walking stick he smiled and nodded. I wondered whether he was nodding at me because he knew who I was or because I was sitting with the Father of the Chapel Pat Codd.

“Hey look at this,” Lindsay said an excited look on his face.

I took the copy of the Star that he thrust into my hands.

“We got the centre spread Mike. I bought six copies, here Sara, here Lisa read this, centre spread” Lindsay said.

Everyone turned to the middle pages and it was full of photos of me Lindsay, Ian Mitchell and Sarah and Sharon.

“Great” I shouted and I started to read through the article then at the bottom I read: “Read tomorrow’s Star to discover who is selling what on video in Adult Entertainment in the UK today.”

The next day I got up early and went to the newsagent and bought six copies of the Star and turning to another centre spread where there was a list of all the adult titles on the market today. At the top was Videx with five stars: Picture quality excellent, sound excellent, story excellent, adult entertainment value excellent. None of the other companies listed rated more than two stars and David Sullivan’s Private was bottom of the list with one star: “Picture quality poor, sound gritty, storyline non existent adult entertainment value abysmal.

A Shepherd’s Warning

Chapter 20

My father stared around the Videx offices. “Well Mick I must say that I’m impressed.

“Hello Dad, it’s so nice to see you,” Sara said, greeting my father with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to make a pot of tea. Would you like a cup?”

“Yes please Sara dear” my father replied smiling. He showed his false teeth when he smiled and rubbed his moustache with his thumb and forefinger as though he was straightening it although it was too neatly trimmed and short for that.

“Lindsay come and meet my Dad” I said to Lindsay who was working up the end of the office at his desk.

Lindsay got up with a big smile on his face and came striding down the office. “Hello Mr Freeman it’s nice to meet you” he said, shaking my father’s hand, his diamond earrings glittering along with his blue eyes.

Then the phone on his desk started ringing and mine too.

“Nice seeing you got to answer the phones” Lindsay said, striding back down the office and picking up the phone on his own desk and the one adjacent and he sat down writing down customer’s orders.

“He’s not you know?” my father said.

“No Dad, definitely not” I said laughing.

Sara came in with a tray with the tea pot and cups and putting on her desk she started to pour out the tea. “One sugar for you Dad?” she asked.

“Yes please Sara” my father replied.

Sara carried two cups of tea over to my desk and put them down.

“Thank you Sara,” my father said.

My father was always polite with his please and thank you and had taught me that when I was growing up.

“Sit down Dad” I said as I sat down in my swivel chair and sipped on my tea. Then the phone rang.

“Videx Sir, yes a brochure, name and address please” I asked, writing it down and replacing the phone. All the phones then started to ring at once.

“Busy then eh Mick, nice place you’ve got here” my father observed.

Yeah I’m earning a fortune” I said,

“Well be careful Mickey. By the way I saw Shepherd and he said that all they want you to....”

“Is to take the two gay films off the market” I interjected, finishing off the sentence.

“You know then, then you would have a licence” my father said.

“Dad I’m not going to censor my films and the gays have a right to buy British porn films instead of having to buy pirated American ones in Soho” I said self righteously.

“But Mickey, they will send you away again and you will lose all this” my father said, gesturing around the office with a sweeping movement of his arm.

“Dad, I have two solicitors and both of them are experts in defending obscenity cases” I said.

“What’s all this about then Mick, you’re not homo, so why are you doing all this?” my father asked a puzzled look on his face.

“Political reasons Dad, in solidarity with the Gay Liberation Front” I said grinning.

“Mickey I think that you have gone off your head since you came out, you learnt all this stuff in there. Do you want to go back inside?” my father asked, wringing his hands in a gesture of despair.

“My solicitor, I mean my first solicitor Ted Malman has said that he can get me off the first charge and the second one David Offenbach has said that I stand a fifty/fifty on the second charges. But I am getting, or I should say the company is getting stronger every day. I’m changing the law here in England” I said.

“Mickey these people are very powerful and the Porn Squad hates the homos and I don’t like them either, corrupting young boys and that, I mean every toilet you go in has a poofter lurking about” my father said.

Then I remembered him telling me in his cups one night that when he was in Cairo during the war a boy would perform fellatio on him at the barber’s shop by getting underneath the sheet.

“You are a bit of an old hypocrite Dad” I said laughing.

“Who me?” my father said his face changing and beginning to show signs of anger.

“Yes, remember the barber’s shop in Cairo,” I said.

“That was different, it was in the war” he blurted.

“Come on Dad and as for corrupting little boys, what about heterosexual men and little girls?” I said.

“Mick you don’t understand homos are different” my father insisted.

“No I understand perfectly well Dad and they have a right not to be persecuted especially by people like the Porn Squad. Anyway don’t let’s argue because I think that I can get off at a porn trial. I mean a lot of people have watched blue films these days and juries are sympathetic” I said.

“Not to the homo stuff they aren’t” my Dad replied.

“Look I’ll come up to tea on Sunday with Sara all right?” I offered.

“All right I’ve done my best but the lads told me that they wish you all the best and that they hope you change your mind. They admire you Mickey for doing that animal...But we won’t talk about this when you come to tea, don’t want to upset Mum” my father said getting up.

“I’ll go down Bob White’s early, try to get some lobsters and crabs” I said standing up and hugging my father.

“Don’t forget the cockles and winkles” my father said smiling.

I got up early Sunday morning, 8’o clock, which was early for me.

Sara was still asleep and I was careful not to wake her and I smiled as I studied her face so serene, her long black hair spread out on the pillow. I crept downstairs and Mars tried to jump up making a noise as I got dressed. I left the house silently and got into my car and started it hoping that it would not wake Sara.

The roads were already busy as I drove through Surrey into London and soon the traffic slowed to a snail’s pace and it took me forty five minutes to drive to the Elephant and Castle.

Even at this time of the morning there was a queue but not as long as it would get as midday approached. The queue diminished rapidly with three people serving quickly.

“Yes Sir” a woman asked as soon as it was my turn.

“Two lobsters, two big crabs, 2 pint of scampi, two pint of prawns, pint of cockles, pint of winkles and whelks, that’s it love” I ordered.

I peeled off some notes and paid wondering how much money Bob White took on a Sunday morning.

“Here you are love, next” the woman said, giving me the change and a bag.

I placed the bag on the car seat and drove all the way back to Banstead and parked up. I crept into the house and Mars barked. “Sshh, you stupid animal” I said, locking him in the front room and putting the shellfish in the fridge. I crept up the stairs to find Sara still sleeping softly like a baby.

I went into the bathroom and undressed, cleaned my teeth, washed my hands then crept back into the bedroom and slid silently into bed and cuddled up to Sara. Then I dropped off to sleep.

I was woken by a soft mouth upon mine and I opened my eyes to see Sara smiling down at me. Then her small delicate hand grasped my cock which became hard immediately and she slid down the bed.

I felt the warmth of her mouth as her lips closed over my cock and she began to suck while the fingers of one hand held the base of my penis while the other pushed my foreskin back and forth as she sucked.

I had taught her how to fellate me this way and now she was expert at doing it. I reached down and pulled her up the bed so that she lay on top of me, kissing her hard on the lips and covering her face with kisses. “I want to fuck you” I said.

“I want you to fuck me” Sara replied grasping my rigid penis and guiding into her.

“I felt my cock pressing against her tight cunt and then it went in and I felt the hot warmth enveloping it and her vaginal muscles squeezing it tight. I reached down her body and grasped her hips with both hands and moved her up and down while thrusting up, setting up a rhythm starting to slow them going faster and faster.

Sara’s breathing became a cry of pleasure as she emitted small “oh” sounds the sign of an incipient orgasm.

“I’m going to shoot all my hot spunk deep up inside you” I said.

“Oh yes, shoot it all up me, I am coming...” she gasped her body writhing in orgasm, grinding her hips down on me, taking me deep inside her. Then she collapsed on top of me, her mouth glued to mine, her breath coming in small gasps hot against my lips. “Oh that was heaven” she sighed.

“And for me too” I said.

“I’ll make you breakfast in bed, a nice cup of tea first” she said.

“I’ll have the tea but I prefer breakfast in the dining room” I replied.

“Okay Mike,” Sara said, getting out of bed.

I sat in bed drinking my tea and remembered that I had forgotten to buy the Sunday papers.

“I’m just popping out to get the Sunday papers” I said, drinking down my tea and getting out of bed. I went into the bathroom, had a quick shower, got dressed, drove down to the high Street and bought the papers and drove back.

I rang the doorbell of 4 Kingswood Road, knelt down and opened the letter box. “It’s me Mum I shouted” and I heard my mother’s footsteps coming down the stairs. I remembered looking through the letterbox that lots of people used to tie a piece of string to the latch in the Forties and one pulled it and the door opened. “Things have changed a lot since then” I thought.

The door opened and my mother stood there smiling. “Hello Michael, hello Sara” she greeted us.

I kissed her on the cheek and gave her the bunch of flowers that I had bought from a flower stall on the way here.

“Oh aren’t they lovely” she said as she walked up the stairs.

“Dad’s out went to place a bet” my mother said as we followed her into the small kitchen.

I reached up and took down a flower vase from the top shelf where she couldn’t reach without standing on a chair. “Here you are Mum” I said, handing her the vase. Then I opened the fridge and put the bag of shellfish in. “Better put these in” I said.

“Would you like a nice cup of tea?” my mother asked as she filled the kettle and lit the gas anticipating our assent.

“Yes please Mum” me and Sara answered in unison giggling.

My mother arranged the bouquet of flowers on the table. “Do you remember when you painted those big daisies on this table, you know the one downstairs?” my mother asked as the kettle whistled and she poured the boiling water into the teapot.

“Of course that was a nice painting, I always like painting flowers because they are so colourful” I said.

“Oh which one is that” Sara asked.

“Come on, let's go downstairs and drink our tea and I’ll show it to you Sara,” my mother said.

“I’ll carry the tray” Sara said, picking it up and I led the way down the short flight of stairs to the front room.

The walls of the passage were covered with my work and practically every space was filled with a painting on a stretcher.

“Oh I love looking at your work Mike it’s so beautiful” Sara said and we all paused standing on the stairs looking at the paintings.  

“Come on, I want to show you the flower piece,” I said walking into the front room.  

Sara placed the tea tray on the coffee table.

“That one” I said pointing to a still life of a big bunch of daisies in a vase. I liked the painting not just because of the bright yellow flowers but the blue vase which I had painted laying it flat on the floor using very liquid acrylics that I remembered seem to have been controlled by my mind as they formed into a perfect reflection on the vase.

“Oh it’s beautiful Mike, and the blue vase is magical,” Sara said.

Then there was the sound of the front door opening.

“That’s Dad,” Mum said.

My father walked in the room. “Hello Mick, just put a bet on. It’s on the telly” he said walking over to the television and switching it on.

“Oh this is exciting” Sara exclaimed as the race meeting came on and the commentator described the horses as they parade along.

“Here’s mine” said my father sitting down in his armchair.

“Do you want a cup of tea Bill?” my mother asked.

“Yes please Glad” my father replied.

My mother poured my father out a cup of tea on a saucer and handed it to him.

“Why don’t we ever watch television Mike?” Sara asked.

“We do sometimes,” I replied.

“Oh hardly ever and I like to watch it sometimes” Sara said.

“Oh I love Coronation Street and the East Enders. You ought to watch them, Sara” my mother said.

“Funny East End pub where no one ever swears” I said laughing.

“Quiet now everybody, the race is starting” my father said.

Everybody became quiet as the horses lined up at the start then they were off.

I thought that the excitement of watching the race was why people bet although for some reason I had only bet once in my life for a joke and won.

“Come on Princes Boy, come on, " my father said in a loud voice. “Look he’s in second place, come on boy, come on” he began to shout.

I became excited even though I never bet and never usually watched horse racing.

“Your horse is going to win Dad” Sara said, jerking up and down with excitement on the settee as Prince's boy took the lead.

“Yes, yes I’ve won, yippee” my father cheered, getting to his feet and clapping his hands.

“Come on Mick let me buy you a drink” my father offered.

“Okay Dad” I agreed.

“Won’t be long Glad, just popping out to the Telegraph to celebrate” my father said.

“Okay Bill, that was exciting, your horse winning. Tea will be ready when you come back. Me and Sara can have a little talk and a little drink while you are up the pub” my mother said with a laugh.

“Be back in half-an-hour” I said to Sara leaning over and kissing her.

I walked up the hill of Kingswood Road with my father ignoring the car as we usually did when we went for a drink. My father never drank and drove but I always felt no impairment in my driving skills and not bothering about the law. I never drove erratically and had never been stopped by the police in my life.

“Went over The Swan the other day with Mum and had a chat with Shepherd again” My father informed me as we walked up the hill.

“Yes I know that those above want to stop me selling the gay films” I said thinking it was strange that my father’s drinking pals were the Porn Squad but I had never gone drinking with any of them except Roy and when I had to make a pay off.

“He’s all right Shepherd, believe me” my father said as we walked up the hill.

“Yeah I know that’s why I got life” I said.

“They tried to help you Mick but it went wrong and that Wickstead fitted you up. They told me that he is going to be nicked soon by the rubber heel mob” my father said as we reached New Park Road then crossed over and turned up a little alleyway that ran alongside The Telegraph.

We walked into the pub that was crowded.

“Two Worthington White Shields” my father said to the bartender who served us almost immediately we reached the bar.

“Good health Dad” I said, sipping my beer feeling close to my father in the convivial atmosphere of the public house.

“Good health Mick” my father said.  

“They are still offering you the out Mick, you know that” my father said.

“It’s not them Dad, it’s those above who tell them what to do. They are expendable, all of them and if they don’t do what they are told then they are out” I said.

“Well they reckon that they can get you convicted on the homo films. Why don’t you just do it? It's only two films and you have all the others” my father said a pleading tone to his voice.

“I can’t Dad,” I said, draining my beer. I caught the eye of the bartender. “Two bottles of Worthington White Shield” I said.

We stood at the bar carefully pouring our beer in the ritual of leaving the sediment in the bottom of the bottom of the bottle.

“Come on Mick we had better get back for our tea, mustn’t keep the girls waiting” my father said.

We walked back down the hill breathing in the cold air.

“What are you doing for Christmas dinner then Mick?” my father asked.

“Well I thought that I would stay with you and Mum for Christmas Eve and Christmas day Dad” I said.

“Oh that will please Mum” Dad said.

We neared the bottom of the road and my parents’ house. “Hold on, I’ve got to get something out of the car” I said. I reached inside and pulled out a bottle of Bushmills whisky. Got a little drink here for later” I said.

My father laughed unlocking the front door. “What you staying here tonight then Mickey?  I mean if we have a drink then you had better.”

“No I’m not drinking much Dad, it’s for you” I said.

We entered the kitchen where all the food was laid out on the table.

“The men are back,” my mother said with a laugh.

“I made a lobster cocktail to start,” Sara said.

“Mmm I feel really hungry” I said sitting down at the table.

I sat next to Sara while my mother sat opposite and my father at the head of the table.

“Shall we start then Glad?” my father asked.

“Yes Bill, Michael, will you pour out the wine?” my mother said.

I picked the bottle of Asti Spumante out of the ice bucket and filled my mother’s glass then Sara’s then the Chianti Classico for my father and I.

“Good health,” my father said, raising his glass.

“Good health” everyone said.

“Why didn’t we stay in your little room, your mother asked me if I wanted to” Sara asked as we drove home.

“We have got work to do, baby. Christmas is the busiest time of the year. We will stay there on Christmas Eve after we finish work.

“And then we will go down to stay with Anne over the New Year. There is a big party although Nick won’t be there” Sara said.

“Why where will he be then?” I asked.

“With his girlfriend Lorna,” Sara replied.        

Bisexuality

Chapter 21

I am going to do some shooting up Oxford while all the Christmas lights are up in Oxford Street, I said to Lindsay.

“Fucking hell it’s taters we better wrap up tight” Lindsay said.

“Yes, maybe it will snow again and give Colonel Winterbottom's Ladies a Christmassy effect” I said.

I sat down and worked on the script and who I was going to cast. Bill, Jane Griffiths, Evelyn, Ian, Brenda, Gary who I had used in Young Lovers, and lastly a new guy Simon who had sent in his photo in answer to the Videx ad in the Stage and said that he was bisexual.

I had not featured any male bi-sexuality in my films yet and I thought that it would be something different. I would give Simon a small part I decided.

Evelyn and Jane arrived early with Bill and I sat and had a puff while Lindsay chopped up some coke on the glass table of The Manhattan Suite.

“Fancy a little toot Sara” Lindsay asked.

Sara looked at me, her eyes seeking approval.

I don’t know why because I always let her make up her own mind about what she wanted to do and

I nodded as usual.

“Just a little one Lindsay” she said then.

Lindsay handed her the rolled up fiver that he had just used. “There you go babe, it’s the best Peruvian flake” he said.

Sara put her cup of coffee on the glass table beside the white line, putting the rolled up fiver up her nose and bending over the table she snorted the coke. “Urrg” she said while taking a mouthful of coffee.

Everyone laughed except Bill who looked at all us users with a patronising look on his face while sipping his glass of champagne.

The girls were giggling continuously and drinking champagne but not partaking of any of the illegal recreational substances as did not Bill while Lindsay set up the equipment.

“Shut up for God sake you two, what you need is a jolly good spanking and fucking up the arse” Bill said.

“Yes please Master I deserve it” Evelyn said in her strange high pitched voice.

“Yes I deserve a good beating too” Jane said.

Then the two of them started to giggle even more while giving me and Bill hot looks that invited Bill to carry out his threat.

“All right you two bend over on the settee with your knickers pulled down to your knees” Bill said.

As Bill ordered the girls to bend over I felt my penis respond to his words and the situation.

“That’s it, stick those tight little arses high in the air” Bill said.

Evelyn and Jane stopped giggling and became quiet and submissive and pulling their knickers down to their knees they bent over on the huge settee.

“Now every time I beat you say thank you Master” Bill said then he picked up the whippy cane that Jane had obligingly brought along and brought it down across her buttocks.

“Thank you Master,” Jane said.

Then Bill brought the cane down across Evelyn’s white buttocks and a red line appeared.

“Thank you Master,” she said.

Bill kept on caning the girls’ buttocks until they turned a rosy red colour but I noticed that he did not whip them viciously as Victor had Paula Meadows and that the girls were paradoxically enjoying every stroke. I remembered in the Sixties when I had experimented with masochism and allowed myself to be tied to the bed by Sandra. I had enjoyed the scenario with her all dressed up in high heel, leather lace up boots, black basque, stockings and suspenders and had acquired an enormous erection in anticipation but as soon as the first stroke of the riding crop had hit my buttocks my penis deflated immediately although Sandra had an orgasm inflicting the pain. Paradoxically Jane and Evelyn seemed to enjoy flagellation tremendously and wriggled their buttocks about in a provocative manner as if the lash of the cane was a lover’s caress.

“Now you dirty little bitches are going to get a good hard punishment fucking by two of the biggest, if not the biggest cocks in town” Bill said.

“But Master I deserve a harder whipping from Mistress Sara” Evelyn sulked, her buttocks already red and inflamed.

“If I beat you Evelyn I’m warning you that it will be extremely painful” Sara said her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing.

“Yes please beat me hard Mistress” Evelyn said.

Sara picked up the crook handled cane and cut the air with it making a swishing noise. Then walking over to where Evelyn was bent over the settee she brought it down hard across Evelyn’s red buttocks.

“Thank you Mistress,” Evelyn said.

Sara brought the cane down again and it whistled through the air making a whacking sound as it hit Evelyn’s buttocks.

I watched fascinated at the transformation in the sweet gentle girl that I knew turned into a sadistic harsh dominatrix.

Sara gave Evelyn a good thrashing and after she stopped I could see raised welts striped across Evelyn’s buttocks which had now turned an angry red colour.

“Jolly good will look good in the film those welts” Bill said a surprised look on his face.

“Do you want a severe caning as well, Jane?” Sara asked, her hand on her hip holding the cane in the other.

“No thank you Mistress, Master the colonel has already punished me” Jane said looking at the red angry welts on Evelyn’s buttocks.

Jane’s answer surprised me because I had thought that Jane was just as masochistic as Evelyn.

“Now for your punishment fucking” Bill said looking at me and Lindsay.

I walked over to Evelyn and got my cock out of my tracksuit bottoms while Lindsay stood behind Jane sporting a huge erection.

I looked down at the welts on Evelyn’s buttocks and ran my hands over them then pulling apart her red buttocks I looked at the puckered flower of her anus and placing my knob end on it I pushed my cock inside. As I buggered her Sara stood watching me.

Sara came here and sit on the settee I said.

“Now suck your Mistresses’ cunt while I bugger you slave” I said.

“Yes Master,” Evelyn replied.

Sara smiled at me, her eyes flashing and sat on the settee and grasped Evelyn’s head, she grind her cunt hard against her cunt. “Suck me hard slave,” she said.

“Fucking hell we should be filming this” I thought I glanced sideways at Lindsay who smiled at me his big cock pushing in and out of Jane’s arse.

“Oh yes I’m going to come,” Sara said, grasping Evelyn’s head and pulling her head tightly against her, grinding her hips in a circular movement, her face red, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as her body shook and she writhed from side to side.

Looking at her abandoned performance made me want to come too. “Oh yes slave I’m shooting all my hot spunk deep up inside your tight arsehole” I gasped..

“You dirty fucking bitch” Lindsay said and pulling out his cock he sprayed his semen all over Jane’s face. “Lick it clean slave” he said, a satisfied look on his face.

“Thank you Master, thank you Mistress Evelyn said.

“Thank you kind Master” Jane said.

“Fucking hell and the film hasn’t even started yet” I thought.

“Jane, Evelyn go and make some coffee” Bill ordered.

“Yes Master” they answered.

“How extraordinary life is becoming. Art is crossing over into reality and the satire that I am making about the kinky predilections of the upper classes is becoming a satire upon my own behaviour” I thought.

Evelyn and Jane returned with the coffee and placed it on the glass table.

“Cream and sugar Master,” Evelyn asked.

“Yes please Evelyn” I replied.

Jane poured cream into my cup and mixed in a spoonful of sugar.

“And for Mistress Sara” Evelyn asked.

“Cream and sugar for me Evelyn please” Sara replied.

“Cream and sugar for you Colonel?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes slave,” Bill replied.

We sat drinking our coffee while Jane and Evelyn stood there in attendance.

“Life is becoming bizarre” I thought. I remembered reading about the master slave relationship where someone said it is the slave who is really in control because the slave makes one dependent on he or she. I was thinking about this when the doorbell rang.

Lindsay quickly walked over to the entry phone and picked it up. “Hello, Ian, Brenda, come in,” he said pressing the button.

“Would you like tea, coffee, wine, Mistress?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes coffee for me, how about you Ian?” Brenda replied.

Evelyn and Jane went off to make the coffee and seemed to be enjoying living out their fantasies.

“Hello Brenda, Ian, Jane and Evelyn enjoy being slaves. Oh let me introduce you to Bill here, Colonel Winterbottam” I said smiling.

“Please to meet you two” Bill said smiling his blue eyes glittering behind his gold rimmed spectacles.

“We are just waiting for Gary now then we will get started. I’m going to do the scenes in Oxford Street where the girls arrive after I have shot the main scenes” I said.  

“It’s starting to snow out there, you had better wrap up well” Brenda said.

“Oh great, synchronicity, I’m getting some help from the gods,” I joked.

The doorbell rang and Lindsay was up like a shot answering it. “Hello, oh come in Simon” he said.

Simon walked in looking handsome but camp with dark wavy hair carefully arranged and large dark eyes accentuated by long lashes and plucked eyebrows.

“Hello Simon I’m Mike, please that you could get here” I said.

“Hello everybody” Simon said, shaking hands all round then he unwound a long scarf from around his neck and unbuttoned his overcoat. “Brr it’s snowing out there. Where can I put these?” he asked.

“Put them in one of the other rooms” I said.

Evelyn and Jane arrived with the coffee pot and little cups, sugar and a bowl of cream accompanied by Sara and they were all still giggling.

“Oh hello Ian, hello Brenda” Sara said, kissing them both on the cheek.

The girls poured at the coffee and soon it was drunk and the girls cleared away the tray. I looked at my watch and Gary was twenty minutes late already.

“I’ll give him another ten minutes then we will start without him” I said. I got up and walked out of the room and smoked some hash in the toilet and studied myself in the mirror, hoping that Gary would show up because even though he only had a small part I would have to alter the script. I returned to the enormous lounge and sat down.

Everyone sat around not talking much now because we were all thinking about the missing actor and wondering whether he might not arrive.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and everybody started smiling and talking again as Lindsay answered the door.

“Hello Gary, come in,” he said.

“Sorry I’m late I couldn’t find it” he said brushing some snow out of his hair, an apologetic look on his youthful handsome face.

“Don’t worry about it Gary, I'm just pleased that you are here. Okay, is everybody ready” I said.

“Ready Mike” said Lindsay who already had the cans on his head and was swinging the boom.

“Ready for action Mike” Sara said.

“Okay Brenda and Ian you sit on the settee next to each other, Jane and Evelyn you stand in the corners with your skirts pulled up and your knickers round your knees facing the wall. Gary and Simon you sit on the settee while Bill lectures you. Sara will you zoom into a close up of Bill’s face and as he starts talking slowly zoom out until everyone is in the frame. And everybody when you speak pause a little bit longer than you normally would and this gives Sara, or me sometimes, time to change shot, and don’t look at me or the camera and don’t stop unless I say cut.  Right, is everyone ready to roll them?” I asked.

“Yes ready” came a chorus of assent and nodding of heads.

“Right action” I said.

I looked over at the monitor that was in a close up of Bill’s face and then he started to speak.

“So Simon this is your friend Gary that you told me about. Now a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Have you got a girlfriend Gary?” Bill asked.

“Yes her name is Christine” Gary said blushing.

“And you Simon, have you got a girlfriend?” Bill asked, walking up and down the huge lounge as he spoke.

I looked at the monitor and saw that Sara panned perfectly on the fluid head.

“Not yet,” Simon said, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Why not, a healthy looking youth like you ought to have one. To tell you the truth I am getting a bit worried about you and that is why I have invited Dr Eynsenck and Dr Perrin to observe you having sex with women” Bill said.

“What here?” Simon asked a surprised look on his face.

“Yes, here. Girls come over here and get them in the mood” Bill said.

“Yes Colonel” Jane and Evelyn replied walking awkwardly, their knickers round their knees, over to the settee to where Simon and Gary sat.

“Come on then girls get their cocks out then and suck them” Bill ordered.

Jane and Evelyn knelt on the floor in front of Gary and Simon and quickly unbuttoned their flies and getting out their penises Jane began to fellate Simon while Evelyn fellated Gary.

After a few minutes of this treatment Gary attained an erection while Simon’s was flaccid.

“Hmm what do you think Dr Eynsenck?” Bill asked.

“Let’s see whether they can perform sexual intercourse because homosexual men can often close their eyes like they did and fantasise that a male is performing fellatio” Brenda said.

“Yes, that is the best test of heterosexuality,” Ian said.

“Right girls kneel on the settee and bend over, and Simon and Gary perform your biological duty like men” Bill said.

Jane and Evelyn bent over the settee, their waist’s down offering their vaginas to the two youths.

“I see that the girls have been punished recently,” Brenda observed.

“Yes they were rather disobedient before you arrived and I gave them a jolly good thrashing” Bill said.

Gary started to fuck Evelyn standing on the carpet his hips moving back and forth rapidly.

“Jolly good Gary, but you Simon don’t seem to be able to get it up old chap. It’s disheartening to discover that one’s son is a homosexual because You will not perpetuate the Buchanan-Smythe line and carry on my genes and it’s a good job that my other son Edgar is a confirmed heterosexual” Bill said.

“I’m not” Simon said weakly.

“Not what?” Bill asked angrily.

“Look there is one more test, and that is heterosexual masochism. Brenda you know what to do” Ian said.  

“What test is this?” Bill asked.

Brenda rose to her feet and addressed Bill. “Sometimes a male is heterosexual but he has to be forced to perform cunnilingus and if he then gets an erection he is heterosexual but masochistic. Do you have a cane handy because I see that the girls have had it lately” Brenda asked.

“Evelyn get Dr Eynsenck the cane” Bill ordered.

“Yes Master” Evelyn replied and going to the umbrella stand she took out the swishy school cane.

“Do I have your permission to carry out the test Colonel?” Brenda asked.

“Yes, for England and all that doctor, go right ahead,” Bill said.  

Brenda advanced on Simon who had a scared look on his face. “You girls sit down on the settee; get your knickers off and your legs wide open. Now Gary and Simon get your heads in between the girls’ legs and lick and suck their vaginas” Brenda said an imperious tone to her voice swishing the crook handled cane.

She certainly looked the part dressed all in black, wearing a tight skirt and knee high leather boots with high heels, and I laughed to myself thinking of the right wing Dr Eynsenck of the Maudsley Institute of Psychiatry who had written a book on what he called sexual perversions and had included a ludicrous table of obscenity starting off with heavy petting and ending in mutual oral contact. I had borrowed his name and hoped that those above would see the satirical reference and I knew that if they hated homosexuality then bisexuality would be regarded as even worse.

“Suck her vagina, you naughty boy” Brenda commanded and when Simon’s tongue stopped a few inches short of Jane’s cunt she pushed his head and held his face against it. “Suck it” I said.

Simon turned his head a look of disgust on his face. “I don’t want to,” he said, sobbing.

“What a weakling! How he was sired from my loins I do not know” Bill said.

Brenda brought the cane down across Simon’s buttocks, once twice, three times.

“Oh don’t please, no more,” Simon sobbed, his penis obstinately flaccid.

“Mm if one notices that Gary has attained an erection where Simon has not” Ian observed.

“Yes he has failed the heterosexual masochistic test and now we will see if he is indeed homosexual” Brenda said. “Gary get up and stand here, and you Simon suck his penis” Brenda ordered.

Gary pushed his penis towards Simon’s mouth.

Simon looked at it for a moment the tears still rolling down his face and then holding Gary’s cock he began to suck it and as he did his penis became erect.

Brenda opened her attaché case and took out a rubber cock and a tube of KY lubricant and taking off her skirt she strapped it on. “Bend over, while you are sucking his cock she ordered.

Simon bent over Gary’s cock still in his mouth.

Brenda applied some lubricant to his anus and then she inserted the rubber cock and began to fuck his arse. “Yes his anus dilated reflexively and he is definitely used to intercourse per anum” Brenda said. “Now Dr Perrin you should now perform the bisexuality test on Gary” Brenda said.

Ian took off his trousers and taking a pair of rubber gloves from his attaché case he pulled them on and lubricated Gary’s anus.

“Hey what are you doing?” Gary objected.

“Oh just a little test” Ian said then he pushed his penis into Gary’s anus and began fucking him. “Yes he has experienced intercourse per anum although when I did the digital test his sphincter was rather tight but as you can see he has still got an erection and I therefore conclude that he is bisexual” Ian said.

“As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods” Bill said.

This was the signal to fade and as I watched the monitor Sara faded to black dead on cue.

“Cut, marvelous show” I said. “Wait till they see this!” I thought.

I got out the cash and paid everyone what they had been promised and they all left smiling.

When Brenda, Ian, Gary and Simon had gone I sat down and got out my pipe and loading it with hash started to smoke. As I got stoned Lindsay sat there twiddling his thumbs while Evelyn and Jane sat giggling on the settee with Bill drinking their second bottle of champagne.

“Great shot Mike, I enjoyed it. If you don’t need me anymore I’ll be off” Bill said grinning and standing up.

“No Bill you can go, me Lindsay and Sara can do the Christmas lights scene no problem” I said.

“Thanks Mike I’ll be off then goodnight everybody” Bill said.

Goodnight Bill and well done” I said.

“Goodnight Bill,” Lindsay said.

Goodnight Bill” Sara said, kissing him goodbye.

“Goodnight Colonel” Jane and Evelyn said.

Bill smiled and grinned and then he was gone.

“Lindsay, do you want to call Ringo?” I asked.

Lindsay stopped twiddling his thumbs and his eyes lit up. “Yeah Mike, cool” he said, picking up the phone. “What do you want Mike ,an ounce of black or blond?” Lindsay asked.

“What’s the blond?” I asked.

“Moroccan, I mean man Ringo only deals the cream” Lindsay said.

“What’s the black, the Nepalese?” I asked.

“Yeah the Nepalese like you scored last time” Lindsay said.

“Okay I’ll have one of each and get yourself two nose candies” I said feeling generous because Videx had taken about a quarter of a million and the year hadn’t ended yet and that wasn’t counting the cash that me and John took.

Lindsay's face broke into a big smile as he dialled Ringo’s number. Hello Lindsay, here give me two sherbets, one liquorice and one honeycomb ASAP, four Green Street, Mayfair Lindsay, you ring the answer phone okay, fifteen minutes max, great man” Lindsay said putting down the phone.

“I thought that you needed something to keep you warm out there” I said.

“Thanks Mike” Lindsay said, his blue eyes shining and running his fingers through his bleached blond hair.

I filled my pipe with hash again and took a deep hit holding in the smoke then letting out of my nostrils as I did so I noticed the lights up on the ceiling. “They are really weird, there could easily be a camera up there” I thought. There was an MI5 building just around the corner in Trebeck Street. “Perhaps they use these flats for honey traps” I thought, staring up at the lights. “No you are getting paranoid” I assured myself. “But on the other hand it would be quite possible to conceal a camera up there among all those spots on the high ceiling” I thought.

“Penny for your thoughts Mike” Sara said, sitting down on my lap and kissing me.

“Oh I was just thinking about the shoot, that’s all. Lindsay will have the deck on the backpack holding the boom and I will shoot off the shoulder. There will be some tracking shots of Jane and Evelyn where I will be walking backwards, and its snowing out there so you will hang onto me and guide me” I said.

“Are you sure that it’s snowing still? It’s funny but all the windows have blinds over them and one can’t see out” Sara said.

“That’s because the BGees did not want to see out or let anyone see in” Lindsay said laughing.

The doorbell rang and Lindsay was on his feet immediately and bounding across the room.

“Hello yes, Lindsay here, come in” he said.

Suddenly I realised that I hadn’t given Lindsay the money yet and I quickly pulled out several hundred pounds that I carried around with me in cash and counted off £320 and put it on the glass table where Lindsay was sitting.

The dispatch rider, anonymous as always as always in his wraparound helmet, gave Lindsay a sealed Jiffy back.

“The money’s on the table” I said to Lindsay.

“Three twenty please” the dispatch rider said in a Chinese accent.

Lindsay picked up the banknotes and gave them to the dispatch rider who quickly counted them.

“Thank you Sir” the dispatch rider said, his voice muffled by the helmet and then he was gone.

Soon as he was gone Lindsay opened the package and took out my hash and gave me two plastic bags while he opened one of the bags of cocaine and began chopping it up on the glass table top arranging it into several white lines. Then taking a rolled up five pound note he bent over the glass table and placing the note at the end of one of the lines he sniffed, moving along the line as it disappeared up his nose. He then grasped the end of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and shook it from side to side while sniffing. “Mmm it’s excellent stuff” he said, bending back down a snorting another line.  

I took out the piece of blond Moroccan and held the lighter over it for a second until I smelt its spicy pungent smell. Then I crumbled off a piece of the softened hashish and then holding it between my finger and thumb I crumbled the resin into the bowl of the aquamarine pipe filling the small bowl and applied a lighter to it. It tasted good and it was easy to smoke and did not burn my throat like the black but after a few pipes I was really buzzing.

Oxford Street was lit up with the Christmas lights glittering and neon signs flashing as the snow came down. I had a little JVC monitor mounted on top of the camera which I had just bought and this was the first time that I had used it and it was brilliant and much better than looking through the viewfinder because once one’s eye was held tight against the rubber eye pad it was difficult to see what was around one and easy to miss things. Now I could look at the monitor and see where I was as well.

“Right girls I want you right up against that lighted window with all the clothes in. You are window shopping gazing at all the beautiful clothes. I had a special waterproof cover over the camera which I had not used before and it made it hard to operate the various controls as I wasn’t used to it but I couldn’t take it off as it was now snowing quite heavily. “Okay girls now walk towards the camera, go slowly because I have to walk backwards, to get these shots. Sara, you guide me and keep hold of my clothes. Now girls you are talking about the Colonel as you walk towards Mayfair. Get ready for action, action” I said, framing the girls head and shoulders in the monitor as they walked towards me.

“The Colonel’s all right really isn’t he, even though he beats us, I mean he always gives us plenty of cash afterwards” Jane said as she walked along.

“Even though I like it, he does cane you a bit hard though sometimes and last time the marks took a week to disappear completely” Evelyn said in her squeaky voice.

“Oh but it was funny last time when he made us crawl down the passage while he spanked our bare bottoms though wasn’t it” Jane said.

“Yes it was but I didn’t like drinking the champagne out of the dog bowls, it didn’t taste the same, did it?” Evelyn complained.

“No it didn’t. I wonder what he’s going to do to us tonight.” Jane said.

“Okay cut, brilliant girls that’s a wrap” I said.

“Brr let's get back to the flat, it's freezing out here” Lindsay said.

A Question in Parliament

Chapter 22

The Videx Video Show was released backed up by several whole page adverts in all the top video magazines and as I predicted it started to sell like the proverbial hotcakes.

The phone rang and Lindsay answered it “Hello Videx, Cindy Day’s manager” he said looking at me. “Mr Freeman” he said, his eyes questioning. “Yes hold on a moment” he replied pressing the hold switch. “It’s Cindy Day’s manager, sounds like he’s got the right hump” he said.

“Hello Mike Freeman here” I said.

“I’m Cindy day’s manager. What's all this about Cindy being in this Miller Family in this hardcore Videx Video Show” her manager asked in an angry voice.

“It doesn’t say that Cindy did any hardcore does it and she never, only a topless shot for a few seconds when she came out of the shower it was all straight acting. It’s only publicity man” I said.

“It would ruin her career even if she was fully clothed if she appeared in any hardcore films” he blurted out.

“Well she didn’t so there’s nothing to worry about” I said.

“So she’s not on shot in any fucking scenes?” he questioned.

“No the only fucking was when I shouted cut, you know like in mainstream movies” I joked not liking the discrimination against actresses that shed their inhibitions and had sex on camera.  

“Why did you fuck Cindy then” her agent asked a jealous tone to his voice.

I realised that he was fucking her and probably was her boyfriend. “No I only spanked her tight little arse but she wouldn’t let me fuck her only Lindsay Honey whose got the biggest cock in showbiz” I said unable to stop my self giggling.

“You bastard, I'll sue you,” he said.

“Oh fuck off, Cindy loved it” I said

There was a click as the agent put down the phone.

Lindsay was cracking up chopping up some coke on his desk. “He can’t sue can he?”

“All publicity is good publicity" I replied laughing.

The phone rang indoors in the evening and Sara picked it up. “Hello Ted, hold on a moment” she said then putting her hand over the mouthpiece. “It’s Ted he wants to speak to you Mike” she said

handing me the phone.

“Hello Ted, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“You are in Hansard, I’m sending you the clipping Terry Dicks, a right winger asked who is this Mike Freeman, it’s the Videx Video Show, the BBC has complained. You are famous and I think that they might prosecute you if they can for the naked children in the Eureka Funday sequence. If they do I can get you off I assure you.” Ted said.

I knew by the loquacious way he spoke that he had been drinking. “No if they prosecute me for that then David Offenbach will handle the case but you can defend me if they prosecute for the gay films as we agreed” I said.

“All right Mike and I wish you a merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year” Ted said.

“And the same to you Ted” I said, putting down the phone.

“Ted said that an MP asked who this Mike Freeman was in Parliament” I said to Sara.

“Why Mike?”

“The BBC has complained about The Videx Video Show and there is a big stink about naked children in the Eureka Funday sequence” I explained.

“But what’s wrong it’s just a beauty contest and everybody was naked” Sara said.

“Yes but because some people find children erotic then they say that the images are obscene” I said.

“But how can beautiful children be obscene?” Sara asked.

“They can’t but perverse people think that they are and they want to stop other people from looking at them” I explained.

“But who are these people?” Sara asked.

The state, and it’s all to do with what I told you before, that they have to control emerging sexuality and nip it in the bud, so to speak” I said, finding it difficult to explain.

“Well I can’t see anything wrong with beauty at all. Why don’t they leave you alone Mike?” Sara

asked.

“Because I am a revolutionary artist trying to change society into one where people don’t get brainwashed into thinking that their own bodies are obscene” I said.

“But how is it possible to stop it? Sara asked.

“Only artists can change it, but artists who have tried have been persecuted throughout history. In this country it is illegal to sunbathe naked in one’s own back garden” I said laughing at the ludicrousness of the law.

“So artists can change this” Sara asked.

“I think that there would have to be a revolution first and the vast majority of the older generation, it’s too late for them, the censorship of erotic pornography would have to be abolished and children brought up unashamed of their own nakedness. It would take a revolution and a couple of generations to achieve.”

“What would happen then?” Sara asked.

“I think that all desire for power could be satisfied in the sexual act and that if capitalism was rolled back people would spend the majority of their life enjoying the things that are free, it’s called hedonism” I said.

“When will it happen?” Sara asked.

“Maybe not for hundreds of years because there would have to be an international revolution, not one just in this country” I said.

“Can’t we escape from it all?” Sara asked, looking sad.

“Yes we will when I have done enough and later on we will find somewhere deep in the countryside away from it all, perhaps with some other like minded people or maybe just by ourselves, our own little Paradise” I said thinking to myself that perhaps I ought to leave England now because that the way I was going I might just be sent back to prison and I was secretly horrified by the thought despite what I had said on Belgium television.

Me and Sara went to my parents on Christmas Eve and we had a lovely roast turkey with all the trimmings and I enjoyed myself for a short while but all my parents wanted to do was watch television and I soon became bored and Sara and I went to my little room and I smoked hash and got stoned and then we fucked, my little bed squeaking and Sara crying out in a noisy orgasms.

Outside in the streets we could hear people singing and being merry and I was reminded that happiness is just a state of mind and that it could be like that all the time.

I went down to the car and took out the Betamax video that I had bought for my parents and a few films including some of the Videx titles that I would give my father. Whether my mother would watch them I did not know.

Christmas day Sara and I gave our presents to my parents and received ours. I got the usual stuff, socks, ties and a shirt that I would never wear and Sara some perfume. Then I spent about half an hour setting up the video recorder with some difficulty because my parents wanted to record programmes from the TV which I had never done before because I hardly watched it.

After it was set up we watched a few films but after a while it was switched off and the television switched on again and I realised that my parents spent the majority of their leisure time watching it and the various soap operas, with my father watching horse racing and boxing. To tell you the truth I didn’t mind the boxing either. In the end I was bored to tears and we left on Boxing Day and I lied to my parents telling them that I had work to do whereas in reality we were not working until January the 3rd.

Another Hit

Chapter 23

“I’m going to go down to Nick’s on New Year's Eve. I will be coming back to the office on the second” I said to John.

“What time you leaving the house then?”

“Oh in the morning, not too early” I said.

Okay I’ll see you when you get back then” John replied.

The next day we left Mars with Karl at John’s bungalow until we came back. Sara wanted to take him with us but I explained that it would be impossible.

On New Year's Eve Sara and I got up about nine, our usual time, had breakfast and put our travelling things and presents in the Peugeot. Then I locked up the house and we got into the car and I twisted the ignition key but nothing happened.

“The car won’t start,” I said.

“What’s wrong Mike?”

“I don’t know because it usually starts first time” I said then I reached forward and pulled the lever to release the bonnet. I looked under the bonnet and couldn’t see anything wrong but the starter motor didn’t work when I pressed the solenoid. “It must be something electrical. Not to worry I will phone John. Come on let’s go back in the house and have another cup of tea while I phone” I said and we went back in the house and when Sara went to make the tea I phoned John.

“Hello” John answered with his gruff Cockney accent seeming more apparent over the phone.

“John the car won’t start, I was just leaving to drive down to Nick’s place” I explained.

“Not to worry mate I’ll be right over to sort it out, be about fifteen minutes, all right” John said.

“Okay mate you’re a pal” I said, putting down the phone knowing that John was an expert mechanic and would be able to repair the car. I walked into the kitchen and Sara looked at me expectantly. “Everything’s okay and John will be over in about fifteen minutes to fix the motor” I said.

“Oh goodie, because I’m so excited that we are going to see Anne again and she told me that they are having a big party and that her eldest sons and their friends will be there” Sara said, her face lighting up.

We were sipping our tea when I heard John’s Mercedes drive into the gravel driveway and then came the sound of his horn.

“That’s John” I said and I got up and went outside to meet him. It was icy cold and snowing and I crunched across the snow to where he was already looking under the bonnet of the Peugeot.

“Get in and give it a go Mick” John said.

I got into the car and turned the ignition key and nothing happened.

John messed around under the bonnet for a bit then closed it. “It looks like some of the wiring has burnt out,” he said a glum expression on his face.

“Can you fix it?” I asked anxiously.

“No, it needs some spare parts and there’s no chance today,” he replied.

“What am I going to do?” I asked.

“Not to worry Mick I’ve got another motor that you can use and I’ll probably be able to get your one done by the time you get back from Nick’s.  Don’t forget give me a bell before you set out and I will make sure that your motor’s ready and I’ll have it parked up outside the office, all right. What you want to do now is get all your stuff in my motor then we will drive over the office to get the Ford” John said.

“What 's over the office?” I remarked surprised.

“Yeah I left it there because I had a customer who lives in Wimbledon, a guy in the trade and I was going to meet him there and sell him a few vids as well.” John explained.

We unloaded the car and put all our stuff in John’s then we drove over to Wimbledon and as we pulled onto the forecourt I saw a Ford Fiesta parked outside the Videx entrance.

“That’s it, not your style but it will get you down there and back” John said.

I looked at the little car not liking it because it had a small engine and no acceleration to drive safely but then I would have to use it. “Okay John thanks” I said as he helped me and Sara to put all our stuff in the back.

“Take it easy on the motorway because this thing’s not like your big Peugeot” John said a serious expression on his face.

Sara and I got into the small Ford and off we went.  

The roads were covered in snow and as it got dark I found it hard to maneuver the small vehicle which seemed difficult to control in the ice and snow and we were just a few miles from Nick’s place when going down a small road off the motorway I skidded off the road. “Fuck it” I said trying to drive out off the shallow ditch. I got out into the dark night and I was afraid lest another vehicle came down the slight hill that we were on and crashed into us on the narrow lane. I desperately ripped some branches from the hedgerow and stuffed them under the wheels then getting back in the car I reversed slightly then drove forward and by some miracle we were free, out of danger and back on the road. “Whew I was really afraid in case another vehicle came along” I said, voicing my fears.

“You are a good driver Mike, it’s the ice on the road, it's really slippery” Sara said.

“It would not have happened in the Peugeot, I hate this little car” I said.

We arrived at Mike’s and there were a few visitors’ cars parked in the snow and the sound of disco music emanated from the big lounge.

I picked up Anne’s present from the back seat, a landscape in oils that I had painted in the Oxfordshire countryside when I had stayed with Maurizio in Banbury. I hated parting with one of my favourite children, but it was going to a good home, and I was giving it to a person that I was very fond of and I knew that she would treasure it.

Anne opened the front door “Mike, Sara I’m so glad that you could come” she said kissing us both. “You look cold come in by the fire, I’ll make you a cup of coffee to warm you up” she offered.

“Oh that we be nice Anne” I said.

“Yes lovely, I’m freezing” Sara said.

“Here is your present Anne” I said, giving her the painting that was unwrapped and unframed.

“Oh Mike, it’s beautiful, a masterpiece and I am absolutely thrilled to bits. Thank you so much” Anne said, her face glowing with happiness.  

We stood in front of the blazing log fire and it was lovely not just because of the heat but to look at the flames of a real fire. I resolved that one day I would have a real fire like this and some land that provided plenty of wood.

“Here you are milk, cream, and sugar. Mike, do you want an Irish coffee that will warm you up?” asked Anne, placing a silver tray down on the table on which was a coffee pot and a bottle of Irish whisky.

“Yes please Anne” I replied.

“Irish whisky, what’s that?” asked Sara, her eyes wide and curious.

“Ah Bejasus it will warm the cockles of your heart.” I joked. “It’s coffee with a bit of whisky,” I explained laughing.

“Oh I don’t like whisky,” Sara said.

“But it tastes different like this. Look, have a sip of mine and see if you like it” I suggested.

“Mm it’s nice! Sara exclaimed. “Yes Anne I’ll have an Irish one too” she said.

“Yes and I will join you” Anne said laughing.

“Mike you are of Irish extraction aren’t you?” Anne asked.

“Yes it’s a bit of a mixture actually, Irish, Jewish and English” I said watching her reaction as I mentioned Jewish.

“I can’t see any dark Jewish looks in you Mike you look completely Anglo Saxon” Anne remarked.

“It’s a fallacy that all Jews are dark and Semitic. Did you know that the Vikings were descended from the Hebrews, the Ashkenazi? And that the Hebrews had blond hair and blue eyes?” I asked.

“No I didn't, I must admit” Anne said a surprised look on her face.

Sara was just sitting there sipping her coffee, listening to our conversation.

“If you look at my lips then you can tell” I said laughing and I got up and kissed her full on the lips.

Anne kissed me back and blushed. “Mike, you make me feel so needed,” she said laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. “Come on let me introduce to my sons Ralph and Nick junior then we can relax” she said looking at me suggestively emphasising the word relax.

Sara and I followed Anne towards the noise of the disco music that got louder as we walked along an oak panelled passage with a large wooden door at the end.

Anne opened the door and the sound of the music was deafening and the big room crowded with teenagers who were dancing to the beat.

I noticed that most of them had glasses in their hands and looked a bit worse for wear. Couples sat around the large room embracing, some engaged in heavy petting. I held Sara’s hand as we followed Anne across the room to where four boys sat on a settee drinking. One of them nudged the other as Anne approached and two of them got to their feet.

“Let me introduce you to my two sons, this is Ralph and this is Nick junior, boys this is Mike an artist and friend of your father” Anne introduced us.

As I shook hands with the two boys I wondered what they would think if they knew that I had fucked their mother. “Pleased to meet you both, I heard that one of you is at Chelsea school of art?” I said.

“Yes, that's me,” Nick junior said.

“Well I’ll have to look at some of your work” I replied.

“Yes it will be a pleasure” Nick said smiling brushing his long chestnut coloured hair from his eyes.

“As he did so I saw the resemblance to his father and noticed also that Ralph looked more like his mother.

I snuggled down in the bed in between Sara and Anne and my hands explored their bodies and then I felt their cunts at the same time thinking that it was great lying in bed with a hot female body on either side of one and to have one’s hands on their cunts. My penis became rock hard when suddenly I felt two hands encircling it and playing with it. I could have started fucking immediately but I wanted to take my time and savour the exquisite sensations that were pulsing through my body. So I just lay there in the four poster bed doing nothing but keeping my hands on their hot cunts, one smooth and hairless and the other au naturel covered in soft black hair.

“Would you like a glass of port, Mike, Sara?” Anne asked.

“Yes please, I love wine when I am making love,” I replied.

“Port what is it like?” Sara asked.

“Port wine and you will love it” I said smiling and sitting up in bed.

Anne poured three glasses, passing one to me which I gave to Sara, then another for myself.

“Oh yes, Port is lovely, we shall have to get some,” Sara said.

We all sat up in bed drinking Port and two hands caressed my body and my penis. I knew that the gods were smiling on me and hoped that it was not just a glimpse of Paradise before I went back to Hell. I didn’t respond to their caresses but just slowly sipped my wine.

“Mike you have such a beautiful body and such a large chest” Anne observed.

“Yes I come from warrior stock. My Irish ancestors were the Muldoon’s, Mul meaning chief and Doon, meaning fortress, head of the fortress” I said, sipping my Port and feeling like a warrior King in bed with two wives.

“Oh how fascinating, all Nick’s ancestors came from the Church, they are all buried out their in the family graveyard” Anne informed me.

“Oh really that’s interesting” I said. “I bet that they are turning in their graves” I thought.

“Yes Nick was brought up in Lambeth Palace his father is an Archbishop” Anne said.  

“Really I bet that his ancestors were princes of the church and having a great old time” I said thinking of Nick and his love of sex. “Do you know how I like to drink wine?” I said, changing the subject.

“From a gold goblet,” Anne replied.

I pulled back the covers and then pulled up Anne's negligee parting her thighs. I knelt in between them and looked down at her hairy cunt. “Sara, will you pull her open?” I said.

Sara obediently got out of the bed and walked around to Anne’s side and climbed in next to her then she pulled open her cunt.

I took a mouthful of wine then lying flat on the bed I placed my mouth over Anne’s cunt and squirted some inside her then licked and sucked at the sweet juice. “I prefer a hairy goblet,” I said, giggling.

“Mike you are simply outrageous” Anne said laughing.

“Why don’t you have a little suck Sara” I said.

Sara smiled at me then obediently knelt on the bed and started to suck and lick Anne’s cunt.  I sat up on the pillows next to Anne, my hands on her large breasts, kissing her, pushing my tongue inside her wine tasting lips. “You are lovely Anne and I am going to fuck you now” I said.

“Oh yes Mike” Anne gasped in pleasure.

Sara guided my cock into Anne’s warm, wet and receptive vagina. Then I pushed Anne’s legs up and Sara got underneath and holding the base of my penis she licked around Anne’s cunt and my thrusting manhood. The sensation was exquisitely pleasurable, almost unbearable and I could ejaculate anytime but I held back knowing that the longer I delayed my orgasm then the more pleasurable and copious it would be. I could fuck for hours and I remembered Tony Dunford’s words that I was meant to reproduce and alsowondered if Anne was on the pill and if I could sire a daughter with a woman that had five sons...

The next day as I said goodbye to Anne I remembered that John had asked me to phone him before I left so that he would have the Peugeot ready.

“Can I make a phone call Anne” I said.

“Yes in the lounge” she said, leading the way to the huge room where the party had taken place last night.

As I entered the room I thought that it was more like a banqueting room than a lounge and I was surprised to see it covered in smashed glasses and mess everywhere with a few pairs of girl’s knickers hung over the chandeliers and I wondered what sort of sex these upper class teenagers were into.  Ralph had a vacuum cleaner and Nick junior was armed with a shovel and I could see that they had already cleared away two dustbins full of broken glass, rubbers, knickers and other detritus of last night's party. “God, what a mess!” I exclaimed, surprised thinking that the working classes would not be tolerant of this kind of behaviour.

“Oh it’s all right, I don’t mind as long as they clear up afterwards” Anne said smiling.

I picked up the phone and dialled John’s number.

“Hello” John answered in his gruff voice.

“It’s Mick I’m just leaving” I said.

“Right oh son I’ll go and get your motor and leave it on the forecourt outside the office. Just drive the Fiesta round the back and leave it outside one of our garages. And take care on the motorway it’s really icy, black ice you know” John said.

“Yeah, thanks John,” I said, replacing the phone.

Anne accompanied us out to the car and I noticed someone had pissed the word “cunt” onto the boot lid. “I don’t like that” I said to Anne, annoyed.

“Oh they are just boys larking about and they don’t mean anything by it Mike” Anne said.

“Yes I don’t suppose that they did, probably had a few drinks” I said tolerantly.  I kissed her on the cheek “Goodbye see you again soon Anne” I said.

Sara warmly embraced Anne and kissed her “Yes we will come again soon” she said.

I laughed to myself at the non implied innuendo of this innocent creature and we got in the car and started on the drive back to London.

I drove carefully on an almost deserted motorway, being aware of the ice and snow. Then I passed a lorry parked in a lay-by and thought nothing of it as I heard it start up. Then I noticed it coming up in my rear mirror and moved over to let it overtake. As it over took it started to pull over and into the little car that I was driving. I sounded the horn as it crashed alongside the little Ford Fiesta and fear gripped my vitals as I realised that this was no accident and as I looked into the side mirror of the lorry I caught a glance of a man wearing a balaclava and I could see his mouth laughing. Suddenly he crashed into me again and as I lost control of the small car I heard Sara screaming as we were forced up onto the centre of the dual carriageway. I pressed my foot hard down on the accelerator releasing in that split second of imminent death  that I felt no fear, did not scream and still kept on trying to steer the car which spun round and then finished up pointing the other way. I noticed the lorry backing up towards us and I pressed down on the accelerator and the car shot off the centre and back on the road skidding and swerving until I got it under control. I had noticed that we had just passed a slip road and I drove down the motorway the wrong way praying that nothing would come along and crash into us then I reached the slip road and drove onto it and drove along it. I realised that I had survived another hit and that the gods were still smiling on me and gave thanks to Heaven.

Sara was still crying, sobbing quietly.

“Don’t worry baby, we are safe now” I said.

“He was trying to kill us” she observed.

“I know and rejoice that we are still alive and our guardian angels are watching over us” I said, filled with the exultation of surviving death yet once again.

A Murderer Revealed

Chapter 24

When we pulled up outside the Merton offices the Peugeot was parked outside so I drove the Fiesta round to the Videx lock ups at the rear of the building and parked where John had said and we got out of the car.

Sara and I stood looking at the little car that was badly damaged all along the right hand side. “We were lucky” I thought.

“He really tried to kill us. Look at John’s poor little car” Sara said a sad expression on her face.

I hugged her and held her tight. “Don’t worry baby our guardian angels are watching over us” I said. “Our would be killer must be a right evil bastard” I thought, thinking of the fact that Sara was in the car with me.

“Do you believe that Mike?” Sara asked.

“Yes I do because I don’t know the secret of life but I know that Heaven exists because I have seen it in my work and in other artists' work” I replied.

“Tell me about it” Sara said.

“Okay but let’s get out of the cold” I said, grasping her hand and walking around to the Peugeot. The engine started for the first time. “If I had this car then I would have overtaken the lorry” I thought. “Come on baby, let's go home” I said. As I drove I was in a state of high alert watching out for another attempt on my life. I wondered how I could protect myself and whether I should get a small pistol or knife but then I knew that if I was found to be carrying a weapon then I would be recalled on my life licence as a danger to the public.

“You were going to tell me about Heaven” Sara said, interrupting my thoughts and looking at me expectantly.

“Oh yes, well it’s a non physical state where one exists in space with all the other angels. I have had visions when I was painting but I couldn’t capture the images. Then one day I was in the Tate Gallery looking at a bust of Rodin and it started to shake, it was on a plinth about waist high. I was shocked and I looked down at the bottom of the plinth and it was secured by metal brackets to the floor. I knew Rodin was communicating with me and I looked down at the bronze head, which was about waist high and I could see the marks that he had made with his fingers when he worked the clay, then suddenly a vision of heaven appeared” I said remembering the experience.

“What was it like?” Sara asked.

“It was a three dimensional vision floating in space just above Rodin’s bust and I could see innumerable bodies, some naked, some with robes but which were not worn for modesty” I said, casting my mind back.

Sara looked at me in fascination “Do you think that we would have gone there if we had been killed?” she asked.

“Yes I think so” I said knowing that she would but I wasn’t sure about myself and I thought of some of the bad things that I had done in my life, especially when I was in my teens. “No one knows these things, one just has a feeling but most people never think about it” I said.

“What would have happened to our bodies?” Sara asked an expression of morbid curiosity on her face.

“They are just vehicles, robots and one is looking out through the eyes. It doesn’t matter” I said, feeling that it did in some illogical way.

“Would they have buried us” Sara asked.

“I have instructed in my will that I wish to be cremated, but let’s stop this morbid conversation” I said as we neared Morden and John’s bungalow.

“I hope Mars is all right,” Sara said.

“Of course he will be?” I said.

“I bet that he has missed me,” Sara said.

“And you him” I said, turning left down Wandle Road and pulling onto the forecourt of John’s bungalow.

Sara pressed the doorbell and I heard the chimes sound inside and the sound of Mars barking.

The door opened and Karl stood there smiling holding Mars on a lead “Hello Sara, Mike” he greeted us.

Mars jumped up to Sara and she started to hug and kiss him.

Oh Mars I have missed you so much” Sara said.

Karl bent down and undid the leash. “I had to keep him on a leash because he run away a couple of times,” he said apologetically.

“Oh Karl I wanted to see you too because I thought that it would have been terrible if I had been killed without seeing you again” Sara blurted then she hugged Karl and started to sob.

I realised that she was in a state of post traumatic shock although she had been acting quite normally up to this point.

“We had an accident on the motorway, we got hit by a lorry” I explained not going into detail.

“Fancy a cup of coffee,” Karl asked.

“I’ll make it” Sara offered, wiping her eyes.

“Are you sure that you are all right?” I asked.

“Yes I’m all right now” Sara said.

Sara went off to make the coffee with Mars following her and wagging his tail.

I sat down on the settee. “She’s a bit upset after the lorry incident” I said to Karl thinking that one thing I had always hated while driving on the motorways was lorries.

“One of Dad’s mates is a lorry driver. He was over here this morning early, they had a meeting here, Dad and two of his mates, he loves smashing into cars. They were all laughing over it and I was spying on them like I usually do” Karl said.

The realisation hit me, a thunderbolt of perception. “John was trying to kill me,” I thought.

“Yes they were all laughing over his mate smashing into a car today. Yeah, they was all pissed like they usually are, they think it’s funny” Karl said.

Sara walked in with three mugs of Nescafe on a tray. “It’s Nescafe couldn’t find any ground coffee or the percolator,” Sara said.

“Dad chucked it out because none of us drink that stuff you like, it was all right with milk or cream though.

“Evil bastard, thought we wouldn’t need it anymore” I thought and this act was symbolic of his dislike of me now I realised. At least I knew who my would be murderer was and could be on my guard and I wondered what his motives were and whether he had discovered my decision not to take the gay films off the market. He would kill me and make himself managing director of Videx. Perhaps he was doing it as a favour to Old Bill because he had been told that those above would like it. I knew the way it worked: a hint was made to a corrupt Scotland Yard detective that some reward like promotion would be made if a certain person was “brown bread” and then the detective let it be known to some gangster in the Underworld that it would be better if a certain Mr Freeman wasn’t around. I knew the Krays had carried out many murders when detectives had hinted that a certain person should be “brown bread.” They had only been imprisoned because of their association with the American Mafia and because they started to kill people without orders. I remember Tommy telling me that I had been “blackballed” in 1969. 

“You are all right, there was no hit on me now in 79 because I had kept schtum. The old squares all have a meeting and they have a white or a black ball, no one knows what ball the others will put in the bag, but they pass this little bag around a table and they put a white or blackball in the bag. You had more blacks than white so you were blackballed in 69.”

I finished my coffee and stood up. “Let’s go home Sara, and Karl don’t mention to your Dad what you told me about his lorry driver mate” I said.

“All right Mike but why” Karl asked.

I put my arm around Sara’s waist. “Because he doesn’t like me knowing his secrets and he wouldn’t like you spying on him” I said.

“I won’t say nothing anyway and I wasn’t going to,” Karl said.

“All right then we will come and see you again, bye, bye Karl” I said.

Sara hugged Karl and kissed him on the cheek “Goodbye Karl we will come and see you again soon” she said.

I drove to Banstead and pulled onto the forecourt of number 1 the Linkway. “I wonder what to say to Sara” I thought because I had to tell her that was for sure.

“I’m starving and I feel like making a curry,” Sara said.

“Okay shall we go out to that nice Indian restaurant in Wimbledon?” I asked.

“No, I just want to stay in the house with you Mike,” she said, putting her arms around me.

“Okay I’ll drive up to the small holdings and get a couple” then I thought that I had better not leave her alone. I had to be careful now. “No, I want you to stay with me, and I have something important to tell you” I said.

“Sara, I know who tried to kill us,” I said.

Sara’s eyes opened wide with surprise and shock. “Who, how do you know?” she asked.

“I’m going to tell you but you have to pretend that you don’t know, because that gives us a certain advantage” I explained.

“Yes but who do you think it was?” Sara asked.

“I don’t think I know who it was, because Karl inadvertently told me it was his father,” I said.

“John! I don’t believe it, he would never do such a thing” Sara exclaimed.

“You had better believe it because Karl told me that he was spying on him and his mates and they were all drunk and laughing when his lorry driver mate described smashing into a car on the motorway today. Karl didn’t realise that it was our car, but I did” I said.

Sara started to sob again. “I thought that he was your friend and that he liked me...” she managed to say. “What are we going to do Mike?” she asked.

“We are going to act as if we don’t know. All the world is but a stage and we play our parts upon it. It’s just acting, that's all. Just think we know that’s it was him and that gives us a big advantage” I said managing a laugh.

“Mike, how can you laugh?” Sara asked a serious expression on her face.

“It’s called black humour” I joked, turning into the little lane that led to the small holdings.

“Well I don’t think that it’s funny and I don’t know whether I can act as if I don’t know” Sara said with a worried look on her face.

“Of course you can, remember when you were the maid in the Glass Table Orgy?” I said.

A little smile appeared on Sara’s face. “That was different,” she said.

“No it’s not, everyone is acting the part they have chosen on the stage of the world” I said.

“I am not, I am just myself” Sara said.

“You act as though you wish others to see you as and you do what you think is right, and that is your act” I explained.

“Poo what’s that horrible smell?” Sara said, pressing the button that wound up the window.

“It’s the pig farm, you can smell it for miles. That’s why we don’t eat them. I replied.

“It’s disgusting, what do they ever eat?”

“They eat anything and some farmers feed them human excreta” I replied.

“They never do!”

“They do honestly, they eat anything and the Kray Twins, who I have told you about, they fed their victims to them” I informed her.

“What alive?” Sara asked.

“No dead I think” thinking of the awful possibility that knowing the Krays that they could have been alive.

I bought three free range chickens, one for Mars. “I’m going to phone John now and tell him about the accident so if he comes round just act, as if you don’t know” I said. I rang John’s number.

“Hello” he answered.

“John the Fiesta’s all smashed up. Someone tried to kill us on the way back” I said.

“You and Sara are you all right?” John asked in a concerned tone.

“Yes we are okay although Sara’s a little bit upset.

“Look I’ll be coming round to see you in a little while” John said.

“Okay John” I said thinking what a good actor he was.

“John’s coming round now let’s see what a good actress you are” I said to Sara.

I heard John’s Merc pull up outside and thought about killing him because he tried to kill us and that it would be justified. I had the advantage now because I knew that he was no longer my friend but my mortal enemy. I fantasised about torturing him and making him confess and filming his confession but who would I give it to because I knew that the police were corrupt and it could easily disappear.

The doorbell rang and I went to the front door and opened it.

“Glad that you came straight over, come in”  I said, studying his expression of mock concern and again I realised that he was a good actor but I knew that I was  better.

“I had a look at the Fiesta and it’s a bit smashed up but that’s easily repaired in the trade but thank God that you and Sara are all right. Are you sure that it was deliberate, he might have been pissed the driver, and skidded on the ice and I bet you were smoking that stuff again” John said with a grin on his face.