As Flies to wanton Boys are we to the Gods They Kill us for their Sport”

                                           William Shakespeare.

                    Jack Straw, President of the Students Union Jack

The newspapers are already attacking you and spreading all kinds of malicious rumours about the Videx Video Show saying that it contains child porn,

Inspector Kruger of the Obscene Publications Squad took the stand.

Madam, the police strongly oppose bail in this case because of the alleged crime of violence squirting acid with the intention of grievous bodily harm to police officers in the course of their duties and his conviction and his conviction for murder in 1969”Kruger said.

Chapters:

1. A Shepherd’s Warning

2. Colonel Winterbottam’s Ladies

3. A Question in Parliament

4. Another Hit

5. A Murderer Revealed

6. The Plan

7. Operation Amsterdam

8. Some Girls you Don’t...

9. The Beast of Censorship

10. Girl/Girl

11. Lesbian Lickers

12. Anne

13. Call Girls

14. News of the World Reporter

15. Earls Court

16.  Sex Doctor

17.  The Slug

18.  A Lecture

19. The Gay Resort

20. Visiting Artist

21. Pictures on a Boat

22. Surrogate

23. Orgy Time

24. Reunion

25. The Stud

26. Big Hands

27. An Opera

28. A Slave

29. Valeting

30. Diseased

31. The Fast

32. Recovery

33. Flashback

34. Arrival

35. Happy Days

36. Hennie

37. Dutch Mafia

38. The Brotherhood of Light

39. Going Back

40. Treachery

Poor Man

By Michael J Freeman( www.eroticartist.co.uk )

I Pornographer (Volume 6)

A Shepherd’s Warning

Chapter 1

   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 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. “Ssh, 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 and 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 slow them going faster and faster and 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 replied.

“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.”

  We followed her into the small kitchen and 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” Sara and I 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. “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 lying 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 EastEnders. You ought to watch them Sara” my mother commented.

  “Funny East End pub where no one ever swears” I said laughing.

  “Quiet now everybody, the race is starting” my father said and 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 Princes 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 replied sarcastically.

 “They tried to help you Mick but it went wrong and Wickstead fitted you up. They told me that he is going to be nicked soon by the rubber heel mob” my father informed me 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.”

 “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.”

 “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 in 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 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 replied.

“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 me.

“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.

 “He is with his girlfriend Lorna,” Sara replied.        

Colonel Winterbottam’s Ladies

Chapter 2

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.

  “I am going to do some shooting up the West End 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 replied.

  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. “Urrgh” she said 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 begged.

  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 ,” 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 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 come here and sit on the settee. 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 as 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 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 and we sat drinking our coffee while Jane and Evelyn stood there in attendance thinking about Bill’s not saying please and realising that we shouldn’t be thanking Evelyn and Jane if they wanted to be treated as slaves!  “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 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 would 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, at the end of a sentence 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 agreed.

 “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 replied.  

 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 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 which he considered the height of obscenity. I had used 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 and 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”

 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 cue to fade and as I watched the monitor Sara faded to black.

 “Cut, marvellous show” I said. “Wait till they see this!” I thought and 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 shoot 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 it’s 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 out the door 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 to 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 3

 The Videx Video Show was released backed up by several whole page adverts in all the top video and men’s 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 replied unable to stop myself giggling.

 “You bastard I’ll sue you” he threatened.

 “Oh fuck off, Cindy loved it” I replied.

 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.

 Sara and I 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 we 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 commercial 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 4

“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 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 manoeuvre 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, 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 coffee, 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’s? 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 there 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?”

 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 also wondered 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 grinning 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 of 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, but not pulled down, and I could see his mouth laughing. 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 realising 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 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 5

 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 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 my more 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 replied as we neared Morden and John’s bungalow.

  “I hope Mars is all right,” Sara said.

 “Of course he will be?” I assured her.

 “I bet that he has missed me,” Sara said.

“And you him” I remarked, 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 ran 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 big lorries.

 “One of Dad’s mates is a lorry driver. He was over here this morning early, they had a meet 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 Mickey, there was no hit on you now in 79 because you 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 black ball 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 replied.

 “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.

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 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 replied.

 “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 by my moral code. 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 a grin on his face.

 I looked at him straight in the eyes. “It all happened so quickly John, but he was waiting for me on the motorway” I replied, acting as if there was a measure of doubt in my mind.

 “Waiting, well that proves it then, it was an accident or else he would have driven off” John said smiling.

 “I don’t know John” I lied.

Sara walked into the room. “Hello John, would you like some tea or coffee?” she asked, looking normal.

 “Nothing for me Sara thanks I’ve got to rush off now a bit of business” John said.

 “Did Mike tell you that someone tried to kill us?” she said.

 “Yes he told me that a lorry smashed into you but everyone’s drinking this time of year and he probably skidded on the ice. He was waiting for you Mike said and if he had been trying to kill you he would have driven off. I’m glad that you two are all right. It could have been a lot worse. I’ve got to rush, see you soon” John said.

 As I studied him I suddenly saw him transmogrify into a huge reptilian entity for a second and I realised that his nickname The Snake was very appropriate. In the Underworld a snake was a snake in the grass, an informer and I knew instinctively that he was an informer and I remembered him meeting that detective before we had our haircut and him giving him a note. I knew that he must have many enemies in the Underworld and that’s why he had oxygen tanks and secret rooms in his new house and I relished the fact that his enemies were now my friends. I heard his Merc start up and drive off and I almost felt like saying “cut” and that I was directing my performance on the world stage.

“You were marvellous Sara. You are a brilliant actress on the world stage” I said, hugging and kissing her.

 “I didn’t know that I could do it. Come on, I have cooked a nice curry” she said.

The Plan

Chapter 6

I knew that John might make another attempt on my life and that there was only one way to stop him and that was money. So when he came into the office to collect his cash I put my plan into action.

“John, I have been warned by my solicitor that I might be prosecuted if I don’t take the gay films off the market” I said.

 “Why don’t you take them off then?” John replied quickly.

 I knew that he already knew about the order from above and that his police contact had whispered in his ears. “Because those two films account for forty per cent of our takings now” I said watching his face take on the glum expression that I had come to recognise he wore when he was really upset.

 “Forty per cent! What just on those two films?” John said gobsmacked, realising all that lovely money that he was going to lose.

 “Yes and there is no advertising overheads either, just one little forty quid ad in Gay News” I informed him. I had tried to advertise elsewhere but no one else would accept the ads.  “Yes, if we took all the other films off the market and just sold gay films then we would have more money,” I said.

 John’s jaw dropped at this nugget of information which was true by the way because I was spending thousands every month now advertising all the other titles. Actually I knew it was a long term investment because Videx was getting thousands of mail order customers most of whom re-ordered and some bought every new title that we published. “Yes if we took the gay films off the market then Videx would be non- viable and we would have to slash our advertising bill and that would mean a big drop in new mail order customers” I explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” John asked. “Now I know why you have been acting so stupid in not getting rid of the homo stuff when you were told by the brief. I thought that you was off your head” John said.

 “Don’t worry John I have worked out a way that we can keep all that lovely dosh” I said.

 “How’s that?” John said an eager expression on his face.

I looked over at Sara who was listening to the conversation and with a knowing look on her face and she walked over to us. “Would you like a cup of tea John?” she asked.

 “All right then love” John replied quickly then turning back to me. “Go on Mick” he said an expectant look on his face.

 “You evil greedy bastard” I thought and I fantasised about putting poison in his tea.

“It’s easy,” I said, smiling with John hanging onto my every word. “I‘ll fuck off to Amsterdam before the trial and register Videx BV, a Dutch company and you take the gay films off the market as the English director then I will put an ad in Gay News with the Dutch address” I said.

 “But the customs will stop the homo films,” John said.

 “No they won’t because I’ll fax the orders of the English customers through to you and you send them out” I said smiling broadly.

 “But can’t Old Bill stop you?” John said.

 “Of course they can’t because it’s legal in Holland and it will be the Dutch company selling them and I’ll pay the money into a Dutch Videx BV bank account” I explained. Actually I had worked out the plan and it would work.

 “But you said that our Videx would be unviable without the homo gear, '' John said, the glum expression appearing on his face again.

 “No it won’t because Videx Ltd will be getting paid for the gay titles by credit transfer, straight into its English account and I will send you your cash by registered mail” I explained.

 “Fucking hell Mick you’re a fucking genius; how the fuck did you think all this up?” John said beginning to smile now that he thought that he could keep all the money from a business he detested so much, the production of gay videos.

 Sara came into the office with three mugs of tea and put them on the office table.

 “Thanks Sara love” John said picking up his tea and sipping at it; “So when you fucking off then?” John asked.

 “Well Offenbach tells me that they will prosecute in the summer and he will let me know when. I am going over to Amsterdam before then to register Videx IO, that means it isn’t trading yet and open the bank account, and guess what we will be able to accept credit cards, we are going to be fucking millionaires and they can’t stop us. I’ll teach the bastards I’m going to flood this country with hardcore porn” I said laughing, sipping on my tea.

 “You sure Mick, you know, they can’t stop us?” John said his face excited at the news of becoming a millionaire.

 “I’m absolutely sure of course and Lindsay can run the office with Lisa and perhaps you might need to get him some help. Hey Lindsay, do you reckon that you could run the office if I wasn‘t here?” I shouted down the length of the office.

  “Sure boss, why you going away?” he asked.

 “Not just yet, but I’ll let you know,” I replied.

 “But you won’t ever be able to come back,” John said.

 “I know, but I don’t give a fuck and I love Amsterdam” I said thinking that I would be able to go to the coffee shops and smoke the best hash in the world in public without the fear of being arrested.

 “But how are you going to make the films Mick?” John asked.

 “Easy Lindsay will get the girls and send them out, the airfare is peanuts and also I’ll be getting girls out there” I said.

 “Sounds too easy to be true,” John remarked.

 “Don’t worry John, I have checked it all out and it will work and also it’s legal. I’ll have a Dutch company solicitor and accountant and I’m going to acquire Dutch nationality. I’m fed up with this licence shit. I can’t even defend myself” I said.

 “Okay Mickey boy, it sounds a great idea and I will check it out with Cohen and Cohen. I’m pleased for you son, more like the old Mick because I really thought that you were going off your nut, especially when Old Bill told me that you had got the full SP about the homo stuff and you could have a licence for nothing if you stopped selling them, I mean like it didn’t make sense to me, but now it does and I never knew how much we were getting out of it” John said smiling now.

 “Okay John, I will be making a few trips to Amsterdam before I leave because I need to get a flat and sort out the registration and so on,” I explained.

 “All right Mick I’ll be off now, got a bit of business” John said looking at his gold Rolex.

 “See you John, and don’t worry I will make us both millionaires” I said.

 “I know you will. Bye Sara” he said a big smile on his face as he left the office.

 I looked through the blinds as he left and watched him as he got into his big white Merc and drove out into Merton road accelerating so fast that the tyres squealed angrily on the tarmac. I put my arms around Sara and kissed her.

 “He doesn’t want to kill us anymore. He’s going to be a millionaire” I whispered in her ear and then laughed out loud but intended to take revenge on John. I didn’t know how yet but I knew that I would...  

Operation Amsterdam

Chapter 7

  “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with KLM, this is your captain speaking and the time is one twenty pm, the weather is fine and we are coming in preparing to land. Fasten your seat belts now please, thank you.”  

“Oh this is exciting!” Sara exclaimed, rubbing her hands together in excitement and fastening her seat belt.

 Our plane touched down at Schipol Airport and the customs check was cursory. There’s nothing much that an English person can smuggle into Holland I thought amused.

 “Business or pleasure Sir” the customs official asked, looking at our passports.  

 “Business” I replied.

 “Thank you Sir, Madam. Welcome to Holland” he greeted us.

Outside there was a row of Mercedes taxis. I got into the first one. “Kamer van Koop Handel, the Chamber of Commerce” I said adding the English for Sara’s benefit remembering the time that I was here in the Sixties during the Revolution.

 The Sixties revolution had really changed Holland and now pornography and cannabis was legal and Amsterdam was swinging unlike London where it had been stopped in its tracks by Thatcher whose greatest fear was the permissive society. This was a free country whose administrators were libertarian and a rich one too and felt like I was home again back in a place where my spirit felt free.

 The driver drove at a furious rate as though he was a getaway driver for a firm of bank robbers.

 “This is fun” Sara said as we started to enter the built up area of Amsterdam.

 The driver pulled up right outside the Chamber of Commerce and I paid the fare with a big tip.

 Inside the building I was soon seated with Sara opposite an employee.

  “Yes how can I help you Sir” she asked in perfect English but with the typical accent that the Dutch have when speaking it.

 “I want to register a BV company a BV that will start trading in a few months time” I said.

 “Do you have an English company Sir?” she asked.

 “Yes I’m a director of Videx Ltd” I replied.

 “You could open an office of Videx Ltd here in the Netherlands” she informed me.

 “No, I want to register a Dutch company for business reasons and I will be resident here” I said.

 “We will just fill in these forms to set up your company. What would you like to call it?” she asked.

 “Videx BV” I answered.

 “Videx BV, that will be Videx IO until the company starts trading” she replied.

 “Well that was easy” I said to Sara as we left the building.

 “Wasn’t it just and they are so nice, but tall the Dutch people it seems” Sara said.

 “The Dutch are the tallest people in the world” I replied realising that she must feel very small here, and indeed I felt small myself and I laughed. “Don’t worry there are lots of different races here, Chinese, Malaysian. We will go to a restaurant once I have finished business for the day, when I have opened a bank account that is. Then we will find a hotel before we go flat hunting” I said.

 We went to the ABN bank in Dam square where I opened a business account and they explained to me that when I had an address someone would call and set up a credit card service including a machine.

 “Now that business is over we can relax. There are restaurants of all kinds here and we will find a Malaysian one” I said.

 Sara rubbed her hands together excitedly.

 “Do they really have Malaysian restaurants here in Amsterdam?” Sara asked.

 “Of course I told you they have all kinds of restaurants here.

 I looked in a phonebook and there was one just a short distance away from Dam Square. As we entered Sara was amazed because the waitresses were Malaysian and she started to speak to them in Malaysian. I couldn’t understand but soon we were seated at a table and eating all kinds of Malaysian dishes.

“I bet it’s all very hot” I said.

“No, not all of it and I have asked them to make your main dish of spicy prawns medium hot, just how you like it. Look, this is peanut sauce, it’s not hot at all” she said smiling.  

 “Do you want a Malaysian beer if they have some?”

“Yes okay I’ll try it” I said. I quite enjoyed the meal and afterwards I booked into a hotel for the night and I took Sara to The Bulldog coffee shop in the Leidseplein.

Inside Sara was amazed when I was handed a menu of forty different kinds of hashish and even more surprised when I sat at the bar along with several other customers smoking it.

 “What is legal here?” Sara asked.

 “I think that it is decriminalised and that you can smoke it in most places. I’m going to have a coffee but they serve real freshly pressed orange juice in most coffee houses. Do you want one?”  I asked.

 “Oh yes please” she said and the barmaid cut up some oranges and put them on a small machine and pure orange juice came out.  Sara smiled as she sipped at her drink. “I think that I’m going to enjoy living here,” she said.

The next day we went flat hunting and I phoned an agency and we made an appointment to see some accommodation. I explained that I wanted a ground floor apartment near the Vondel Park and that I wanted to move in about June. The agent showed us a ground floor apartment with a garden that backed onto the Vondel Park and there was even a gate that led directly into the park itself.

 “Wow! This is beautiful” Sara exclaimed.

The occupier of the apartment, an American, was out when we inspected it and I noticed some video cables in the wall of one of the rooms that indicated that a duplication bank had been set up there. “Synchronicity I just have to plug in the machines” I thought because then I would be able to supply Holland, Europe and the rest of the world from here.

 “Look when we want to go for a run we just have to go out the back garden door and we are in the Vondel Park” I said to Sara.

 “Mike its wonderful and I can’t wait to move here” Sara said enthusiastically.

 Everything was now set up to go. I just had to go back to England to make more titles and to complete my plan for the Dutch operation.

 I booked a flight for the next day and we spent the rest of the time visiting the coffee shops with me smoking the best hash in the world in public and it was very relaxing not having to hide away in a toilet for fear of being arrested. I wondered why the British government did not do what Holland had done and decriminalise it because there was far less violence there than in the UK with its alcohol fuelled youth.

Some Girls you Don’t...

Chapter 8

 Yvonne had dinner with us at the Linkway and we didn’t have any sex but she brought her attractive eighteen year old girl along who I gave a part time job to as a maid. Of course I had ulterior motives and planned on seducing her with Sara’s help. I had to go and pick her up at Tom and Yvonne’s house. Inside was quite nice and it was situated in a secluded cul de sac near the Surrey downs. When I arrived Tom was out at work.

 Yvonne took me aside. “Mike there’s something that I ought to tell you, Lola might tell you that Tom raped her when she was twelve but I don’t believe her and if I did I would leave Tom even though I love him” she explained.

 I thought that Yvonne was telling me this in case her daughter Lola mentioned it to either me or Sara. “Well sometimes girls of that age fantasise about sex” I said.  

As I drove Lola to my house we chatted and I noticed how sexually attractive she was and knew that I would fuck her if I got half the chance. I did not know whether Tom had raped her because he seemed such a pleasant guy but where precocious females are around some men find it difficult to control themselves and I realised that Tom might not be her real father. No doubt she would get around to telling me and Sara about it when we got to know her a bit better.  Lola looked like Yvonne with dark wavy hair which she wore long and tied in a ponytail, she had brown eyes that I noticed that she had carefully made up with eyeliner, her lips were rouged and full and she had a habit of pouting them that I found erotic, nice even teeth, arched eyebrows and she was taller than her mother with long legs and also had quite large breasts. She wasn’t dressed sexually and wore a plain loose sweater except her tight jeans showed off her nice round buttocks.

Sara greeted Lola affectionately, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her and I could see immediately that they liked each other. Then she set about cleaning the house but Sara insisted on helping even though I told her that one does not usually help cleaners.

 On her second visit she broke a dinner plate. “I’ll have to spank you for that,” I said, planning to seduce her.

“Mum said, no spanking or sex” Lola replied quickly.

Sara laughed and blushed because I had admitted to her that I would like to fuck Lola.

 “Well all right then I was just joking” I said.

 “That’s what Tom did, he used to spank me if I was naughty and Mum let him then he started to interfere with me. I told Mum but she didn’t believe me then one day when Mum was out he raped me” Lola said small tears forming in her eyes.

 “Sit down Lola and I’ll make you a nice cup of tea. You stay here Sara and give her a little cuddle” I said feeling guilty and wondering how a father could rape his own daughter. I remembered that that Freud had said in the Twenties that father daughter incest was quite common and it had caused uproar with everyone speculating whether he had an incestuous relationship with his daughter Anna. I made a pot of tea and returned to the living room where Sara sat with her arm around Lola. “Here we are a nice cup of tea,” I said.

 After a while Lola regained her composure and became angry. “I’ll always hate him for it,” she said vehemently.

 I believed her and never made any advances towards her after that and we became real friends.

The day arrived when Sara drove off in the driving school car to take her driving test again. I kissed her goodbye and wished her luck and hoped that she would get a racially unbiased tester who would test her on her driving skills alone and also not on her innocent, youthful and naive appearance. She knew the Highway Code off by heart and drove the Peugeot confidently.

 Later I heard the driving car pull up outside the house and looked out of the window watching her running up the driveway. Her face wreathed in smiles and I knew that she had passed this time before I opened the front door.    

 “I have passed,” she said, throwing her arms around me and hugging me.

  “Congratulations” I said and I had this strange paternal feeling towards a girl who was also my lover.  We went out to the Toscana that evening and celebrated and drank lots of champagne then afterwards at home we made hot passionate love.

The Beast of Censorship

Chapter 9

 I read the clippings about censorship that Ted sent me and this month the propaganda about pornography and its corrupting effects were increasing and I knew that those above were manipulating public opinion in order to prepare their case against me and opinion polls showed indeed that their support for censorship was getting slightly stronger.

 I decided to wage my own propaganda war and I sat down, smoked a few pipes and wrote an article to the Guardian entitled the Beast of Censorship. I put all the facts about the research that had been done including the Williams Report in the UK the Presidential Commission on Obscenity in the States, both of which were five year studies which concluded that pornography had no harmful effects on society and recommended its legalisation for adults and both of which had been rejected by hostile governments against the advice of their own experts. Then I stated why the governments of Europe had legalised it because it was found that the availability of pornography was accompanied by a massive decrease in sex crimes against women. “The Beast of Censorship is always hungry and the more flesh you give it is never satisfied and will always want more.” I was pleased with my letter and sent it off and two days later the phone rang in the morning before I had even got out of bed and it was Ted telling me that my letter had been

published.

“Thanks for telling me Ted” I said then I put down the phone.

 “Who was that?” Sara asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

 “Ted, my letter the Beast of Censorship was published in the Guardian today. I’ll get a couple of copies on the way to the office” I said.

 “Oh really Mike, you are so clever” she congratulated me.

 I felt great because I thought that getting a letter published in the erudite Guardian was a sign that one was regarded as an intellectual and I wondered what my old teachers would think in Santley Street Secondary Modern for working class idiots would think.

The office was busy as usual with all the phones ringing.

“Morning Mike, nice to see you back, I’m going to miss you and Sara when you’re gone” Lindsay said.

 I looked at Lindsay's face and realised that I was going to miss him too and that he was a real friend now. I’m going to miss you too Lindsay but you will be able to come over when you want. We have got a nice apartment right by the Vondel Park, we just go out the garden door straight into the park” I said.

 “I’m going to miss you too Lindsay but you ought to see our flat. It's fabulous and Amsterdam is cool. We went to a Malaysian restaurant with Malaysian girls serving real Malaysian food” Sara enthused.

 “Yeah Amsterdam’s a cool place” Lindsay agreed. “I was talking to John and I will need to hire some help, a couple of nice chicks to help me out” Lindsay said smiling.

 “Well I’m not leaving until June because I have got to set the operation up and also make a few more films. Because when I leave I’m not coming back” I said.

Girl/Girl

Chapter 10

 I looked at the photo of the model that had replied to the Stage advert. She was gorgeous with a sculpted body, long legs, large perfect breasts, and a beautiful face with long blonde hair. “I would like to do girl/girl modelling and I am willing to do everything with another good looking girl, Love June xxx” I read.

I immediately thought of Gillian the nurse who had similar beautiful blonde looks but with short hair and remembered what she had said about a couple who had just wanted her to play lesbian games with the wife while the husband watched and masturbated.

 I would shoot a lesbian film in one of the Green Street apartments, just a short and I might include it in the Videx Video Show volume 2 or publish it on its own as a thirty minute video to see how shorts sold but also because I wanted to see two girls sucking each other and perhaps to fuck both of them.

 I dialled Gillian’s home number and she answered a sleepy tone to her voice.

 “Hello Gillian, it's Mike Freeman.”

 “Oh hello, I have been on nights...”

 “Oh can you do a film in the daytime then?” I asked.

 “Yes when will it be?” Gillian answered sleepily.

 “Well I haven’t got to that stage yet and I am just getting it together and I thought about the couple you told me about who used to get you to play lesbian games while the husband watched” I said.

  “Oh yes I remember, it was fun, I’m getting horny thinking about it” Gillian said with a giggle.

 “We can do a voice over with you remembering and getting horny and then cut into a scene with the other girl June who has just replied to my advert in the Stage” I said.

 “Yeah okay Mike that’s fine by me, just give me a bit of notice.”

  “I will send a script but seeing as you have had lots of experience I want you to add whatever you want because I like to reconstruct events and it gives it that sense of reality” I explained.

  “Okay Mike that will be great” Gillian said an enthusiastic tone to her voice.

  “Okay goodbye for now, I look forward to working with you again” I said.

  “Who was that?” Lindsay shouted down the length of the office.

  “Gillian, I'm going to do a lesbian film with her,” I said.

  “Shame I feel like a good fuck” Lindsay said laughing.

 I noticed Sara grinning and smiling at me and I realised that Lindsay had never fucked her. Lisa was grinning too and I wondered if she was ever unfaithful to John.

 “Don’t worry Lindsay I’m going to do a short film of you with Sarah and Sharon featuring you as a rock singer who has a couple of hookers sent over and you do what you like to them, so think about what you want to do to those horny little bitches” I said laughing.

  “Oh that will be great man I’ll jot down a few

ideas man” Lindsay enthused, picking up a ringing phone.  “Hello Sir Videx, how can I

help you?” Lindsay said, grinning at me.

I picked up the phone and dialled June’s number and was surprised when a guy answered.

 “Hello.”

 “Hello, can I speak to June?” I asked.

 “Hold on, I'll get her, who shall I say is calling?”

 “Mike from Videx Ltd” I replied.

  “June there’s a Mike on the phone something about Videx” the guy called.

  I heard the sound of a female voice “Oh good” and then the sound of footsteps...

 “Hello this is June speaking.”

 “Hello June, Mike here, you sent in that gorgeous photo and I want to see you” I said, noticing that she had a slight northern accent.

 “I’m not working and that’s why I am trying a bit of modelling” June said.

 “Okay June where are you located?”

 “Hoxton,” she answered.

 “Hoxton, can you get over to South Wimbledon, it’s on the Northern Line.

 “What time?”

 “How about six 'o'clock in the evening?”

 “Yes all right I’ll be there, whereabouts is it exactly?”

 “I’ll want to see you alone. Are you coming by tube?” I asked, thinking of the guy that had answered the phone.

 “Yes I go to South Wimbledon on the Northern Line...”

 “Then cross over the road at the lights to Merton Road, walk  down a couple of  hundred yards and you will see a petrol station on your left, walk in and you will see the Videx Ltd name plate and just ring the bell.”

  “Okay Mike sounds easy, I'll see you tomorrow at six.”

  “Okay June bye” I said.

When June arrived at six the next day there was just Sara and I alone in the office as Lindsay had gone to do some stripping and Lisa left at four as usual. She arrived slightly early and Sara took her coat as soon as she walked in.

“Would you like a cup of tea June, isn’t it?”  Sara asked.

 “Oh yes please it’s so cold out there” she replied.

 As she took off her coat she revealed a tight black sweater that showed off her large breasts, a short black shirt and high heels. She had good bone structure, high cheekbones and a defined jawline and her long blonde hair was swept back from a high forehead.

“She’s beautiful that’s for sure” I thought.

“Hello June won’t you sit down” I said nodding towards the settee.

June sat down showing a generous amount of thigh and crossed her long legs with a rustle of nylon on nylon.

I handed her the short script I had written. “When I make a film June I require the actors to learn some lines, so have a look at this and in a little while I film you saying those lines, this is just a little test to see what you are like on camera and I must say that you have passed the test on looks, so just try to remember this short script.

 June sat there reading, not saying much frowning with concentration as she read.

 Sara came in with the teas on a tray and placed them on my desk.  “Sugar, milk,” she asked June.

“Oh thank you, one sugar and milk for me please” she said politely.

 Sara handed her a mug of tea and gave me mine then picked up one of the phones “Hello Videx” she said then wrote down a name and address.

 “Sara it’s out of office hours now so please don’t answer the phones as it says on the ads nine till five” I said.

 “Okay Mike,” Sara replied.

I had already set up the camera on a tripod and put a mic on a stand near the settee and I was ready to shoot. I took out my pipe and filling it with hash. I lit it and inhaled. I saw June look up from reading the single sheet of paper that I had given her but she just smiled and carried on reading. She has had plenty of time I thought and I finished off my tea and got behind the camera and pressing record I filmed her reading. “Ok June are you ready?” I asked.  

 “I think so,” she replied hesitantly.  

 “Okay then put the script down and give your cup to Sara, when I say action, say your lines, but all you have to do is retain the meaning, use your own words if you want, are you ready?”

 “Yes I’m ready” June said nervously as Sara took the script and cup. “My husband likes to see me with other girls, and he has put a two way mirror in the bedroom, then he gets girls to come over and we play together as he watches. There is this girl Gillian who we met through a contact magazine and she is coming over tonight. I don’t mind doing it to please my husband and this girl Gillian is nice and my husband loves to see me sucking her cunt. When the girl has gone he comes in and gives me a good fucking...”

 “Okay cut, very good June” I said.

 “Was I all right?”

 “Yes you were great” I said.

 “But I don’t go with anyone except my husband and I was wondering...” June said haltingly.

 “Don’t worry all the work I give you will be with other girls, no men, ok” I assured her.

 “Oh good, I am pleased,” she said smiling.

 “There is one more thing, I want you to strip now and show me your body...” I said. I saw a slight embarrassed look on June’s face and felt my penis respond...

 “June stood up and began to undress, pulling her sweater over her head to reveal a large size brassiere, D cup, or whatever; I didn’t really understand the sizes, on a slender body. She reached around and undid her bra and released her large firm breasts.

 I stared as they tumbled out, released from their bondage and stayed firm but jiggling with the movement as she undid her skirt and took it off, then slid down her white knickers. She started to undo the suspenders...

 “That’s okay, leave on your shoes, turn around, that's great” I said. I switched off the camera and sat down at my desk as she stood there naked except for high heels, stockings and suspenders.

 “Now Sara come over here,” I said.

Sara walked over and stood next to me.

 “Sara sit down on the settee next to June” I said.

 Sara smiled at me guessing what was coming next and sat down obediently.

“Now June I want to see if you really can play the part and I want you to kiss Sara then get down and suck her cunt and make her come” I said.

 June had a slightly embarrassed look on her face and I suspected that she had never done anything like this before and somehow this made it more erotic. She started to kiss Sara and then to feel her breasts.

 Sara responded and cupping one of June’s large breasts she began sucking her nipples.

 I noticed that June’s aureole where large and that as Sara sucked them they became long and erect.

 Then June squatted down sitting on her high heels and pushed up Sara’s sari to discover that she didn’t wear knickers. “Oh you don’t wear knickers” she observed.

 “No never under my long dress” Sara exclaimed smiling and opening her legs to reveal her smooth naturally hairless vagina.

 June squatted on her high heels and began to suck Sara.

I could hear the loud sucking noises and my cock became really hard.  June was good at cunnilingus and whether she had done it before I didn’t know but soon I saw Sara’s face go red and I knew that she was on the verge of an orgasm.

 Sara gasped her breath coming in short bursts “Oh yes June, oh yes, you have made me come” she said panting and out of breath.

 “Okay June great you have got the part and you will be paid five hundred cash on the day. I will put a script in the post for you” I said.

 June stood up and started dressing smiling at me.

 “I’m going give you some money in case I use the little test shoot that I did” I said and as I said it I saw the expectation on June’s face and guessed that she was hard up.  

 “Oh thank you Mike I’m ever so pleased” she said smiling in gratitude as she saw me counting out some fivers.

 “Here’s a hundred,” I said.

 “Oh I don’t know what to say, you are so kind,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

 “Okay June I look forward to working with you, goodbye for now. Sara, can you show her out” I said.

 “Yes Mike, come on June” Sara said, taking her hand.

 When Sara came back into the office I fucked her on my desk until she had another orgasm. “Nature’s reward, every time you have an orgasm, it makes you more beautiful,” I said.

 “Does it really Mike?” Sara replied, smoothing down her dress.

“Yes, really gorgeous, come on, let's go out and have a hot spicy curry” I said.  

Lesbian Lickers

Chapter 11

 “There’s someone I want to introduce you to, he’s a photographer for Color Climax magazine. He uses the apartments now and again and when you asked me if I knew anyone who might give this new model June some work I gave him a bell. Come to the office and meet him” Peter said.

“Okay Peter” I said following along Green Street and into the apartment building and along the passage to his office.

 “Julie, send Ron down here will you” Peter said.

“Hello Mike” Julie said, picking up the phone and dialling. “Hello, can you send Ron the photographer down to Peter’s office please.”

As usual as soon as I looked at Julie sitting on the desk top her short tight black skirt rucked up showing her thighs and the V shape of her tight black knickers my cock started to respond growing of its own volition.

 Julie glanced down knowingly at the tell tale bulge in my tracksuit bottoms. “Mm I can see someone is glad to see me” she said giggling and running her tongue around her lips in a lascivious manner.  

 Peter laughed knowingly “Mike you are always so fucking randy” he observed.

 “Well with Julie around who can help it” I said laughing.

 Julie smiled taking my remark as a compliment and crossed her legs showing more thigh and that tantalising flash of her knickers.

 Peter sat down at his desk and opening one of the drawers. He took out a plastic bag of coke and started to chop it up with a knife on the glass top of his desk, then to make several white lines.

 Julie slid down with alacrity as soon as Peter started and stood watching like someone who is hungry.

 I thought that this must be a daily ritual because every time I saw Peter he was snorting from first thing in the morning.

 “Open a bottle of champagne Julie will you?” he asked.

 Julie opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Krug “Want a drink Mike?” she asked.

 “Yes please Julie” I said wondering what I was doing drinking so early in the day but who could resist champagne.

 Julie put three champagne flutes on Peter’s desk and taking a serviette she wrapped it around the neck of the bottle and handed it to me "you are big boy will you do the honours?” she asked.

 “Sure," I said, taking the champagne and undoing the metal wiring on the top. Then putting the serviette round the cork I eased it out with a pop and poured the sparkling liquid into the three glasses.

 Peter took a rolled up fiver and put it up his nostril then bending over the table he snorted one of the lines then grasping his nose between thumb and forefinger wiggled it from side while he sniffed and immediately afterwards took a sip of champagne.

 Julie had moved around the table now and was staring down at the white lines in anticipation.

 “Julie” Peter said, giving her the rolled up fiver. Julie grasped the fiver with one carefully manicured hand and inserted it into one of her nostrils, then with the other she pressed her forefinger alongside the opposite nostril and bending over the table she placed the fiver at the end of one of the white lines and moved it along the line while sniffing and the line disappeared up her nose. Then like Peter she pinched her nose between forefinger and thumb and drank some of the champagne.

 There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Peter called.

 The door opened and a handsome slim looking guy with long blond hair worn in a ponytail dressed in a denim top, jeans and cowboy boots entered.

 “Hello Ronnie, meet Mike” Peter said, still holding the fiver and bending over he snorted another line of cocaine.

 “Pleased to meet you Mike” Ronnie said.

 “Pleased to meet you Ronnie” I replied.

 “I’m the stills photographer for Color Climax and I wonder if I could get some shots of your girls while they are here” he said.

 “I don’t allow people on the set while I’m working as it distracts me” I said looking at his blue eyes and smiling.

 “Oh I will wait until you have finished, or start before you have started. I won’t be around at all while you are working” Ronnie said.

“Well if you can do that, then if you are going to pay the girls then I have no objection.

  How much do you pay” I asked.

“One hundred, but I am finished in less than an hour, I only want a set of photos. These two girls are beautiful” Ronnie said.

 “Okay then why don’t we go up there now before I start and I will watch you” I said I didn’t really like letting him use the set but he seemed a nice guy and perhaps he would be unobtrusive.

 “Want a little toot before you go?” Peter asked, smiling.

I drained my glass of champagne. “No thanks Peter I can’t get a hard on with that stuff” I replied with a laugh.

 “I can fuck all day on it” Peter replied snorting another line and giving the rolled up fiver to Julie.

 “It affects people in different ways. I mean Sara was sucking my dick for hours and I really wanted a fuck but it wouldn’t come up, no way” I said remembering when Lindsay had turned me on.

 “You’re a funny bastard Mike,” Peter said laughing out loud. “Ronnie’s the same as you, he never touches it” Peter said, still laughing.  

 “Can I use your lights Mike?” Ronnie asked.

“Sure you can but they are tungsten. If you only have daylight film I can put a daylight filter over them if you want to balance the light at 3200 Kelvin” I offered.

 “No that’s all right, I’ve got some tungsten here, it gives  a nice warm effect” Ronnie said.

 “Yeah, that's why I use them,” I said.

“Girls, Ronnie here is a photographer for Color Climax magazine that gets published all over the world and he will pay you a hundred for less than one hours work. Are you up for it?” I asked.

 “I certainly am Mike,” June said.

 “Count me in too” agreed Gillian.

I got out my pipe and Sara came and sat on my lap.

  “I only use long lenses Mike,” Ronnie said, screwing a telephoto onto his camera. “You get really nice pics this way, no distortion like with a wide angle.”

“Yeah right, go ahead man” I said and actually I was watching everything Ronnie was doing because I had seen some of his work in Color Climax and it was brilliant.  

 I kissed Sara and held her tight as I watched Ronnie at work. He posed June and Gillian in some very erotic lesbian poses which I very much liked and I put my lips close to Sara’s ear. “Look at the poses he is getting and try to get some like that when we start shooting” I whispered.  

  “Okay Mike,” Sara agreed.

“I will direct the girls to get in some of those poses” I said.

 “Why don’t I film now?” Sara asked.

 “Do what you want baby” I agreed,

Sara got off my lap and went to the camera. She looked at the monitor and focused in on June and Gillian and composed a picture.

 I took another hit on the pipe and started to feel really stoned as I watched a master of erotic photography at work. I would just relax, get really stoned and watch and when he was finished I would make a thirty minute short called Lesbian Lickers.

 Ronnie was finished in about forty five minutes and I watched as he paid the girls a hundred each.

 “Got some really good sexy shots man these girls are fab” Ronnie said smiling.

 “Give me your phone number Ronnie and I’ll give you a bell when I’m doing another shoot” promised. Actually I didn’t like waiting around until he had finished but I knew that June would appreciate the extra hundred and I had learnt something about stills photography but I was using the still camera less and less these days and capturing actual frames from the video.

“Okay girls I think that we ought to have a rest and a coffee after all that hard work” I said laughing inhaling on my pipe.

 Sara went out to make the coffee and I felt really stoned. I loaded up my pipe again and took another deep hit as Sara walked in with the coffee. I picked up my cup and started to drink. “Anyone fancy some wine or champagne?” I asked.

 “Oh yes Mike that would be nice” June said.

 “Yes I’ll have a glass too Mike” Gillian said. I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Krug.

“Sara, do you want some champagne?” I asked.

“Yes please Mike”

 “Can you get four glasses then please babe?” I asked.

Sara put four champagne flutes on the glass topped table and I opened the champagne with a pop and filled everyone’s glass. I raised my glass to my lips and savoured the cold bubbly liquid as I drank it and it lingered on my tongue. “Get another bottle out of the fridge Sara baby will you” I said.

 Sara handed me the bottle of Krug and I undid the wire then wrapping a serviette around the cork. I extracted the cork slowly until it popped and I poured the yellow sparkling wine into everyone’s glass, filling them to the brim. I looked the three girl’s faces and smiled the stoned look of someone high on hash and wine and realised that I was too fucking stoned to get out of my chair. “Sara, you are going to start shooting in a minute, are you ready?” I said.

 “Ready for action Mike” Sara confirmed.

I looked at Gillian and June who were looking at me waiting for direction. I realised that    I was too stoned to even remember the script that I had written for the two girls. Then some of it came back to me and I started to direct. “Well June your husband is behind the two way mirror watching and Gillian is just arriving. You have used her services before and you contacted her through an adult contact magazine called Personal Advertiser, you June are ready to answer the door. Gillian, you go outside and ring okay, and we will take it from there, you know what to do and I will be watching the monitor just as if I am watching a film and if the film is exciting then I won’t cut, okay” I said looking at the girls who both nodded their heads.

 “Shall I go outside and ring the bell then Mike?” Gillian asked.

 I looked at her with heavily stoned eyes. “Yes babe, you go outside and ring the doorbell. Sara, are you ready for action?” I asked.

 “Ready for action Mike” Sara assented.

  “Right get ready to roll them Sara, hit the record button now, action. Right Gillian outside and ring the bell.”

 Gillian got up hastily pulling on her street clothes.

 I had forgotten, being too stoned to realise that she was still dressed in her lingerie.

 Gillian went outside the apartment door and rang the bell and June got up and answered the door. “Oh hello Gillian, come in” June said and she led Gillian into the bedroom where she had arranged a bottle of champagne and two glasses on a bedside table. “Would you like a glass of champagne?” June asked.

 “Yes please darling” Gillian said.

June poured out two glasses and gave one to Gillian and they sat on the bed drinking. Then they started to kiss.

 I looked at the monitor as though I was watching a film called “Lesbian Lickers” and as I watched I drank more wine and smoked more hash. The two girls were now in a sixty nine position and I recognised the closing scenes of the film. The girls were licking and sucking each other’s cunts with abandon then suddenly they were shouting and screaming in apparent mutual orgasms. I looked at the monitor and saw Sara fade to black. “Cut, it’s a wrap” I shouted in my stoned enthusiasm. “Okay girls, that’s it, you were fantastic” I said. I stood up and pulled out a bundle of notes. I counted out two piles of £500. I looked at Gillian’s and June’s faces who were both staring at the money. “Here you are five hundred each” I said, picking up the two piles and handing one to each of the girls...

Anne

Chapter 12

 I opened my eyes and felt a warm female body next to mine and remembered it was Anne and that Sara was sleeping with Nick. I snuggled into Anne, my head pressed against her large breasts and she stirred slightly but didn’t wake. As usual in the mornings I was dying for a cup of tea, or two or three cups for that matter and I was glad when Anne suddenly awoke.

 “Do you want some breakfast Mike?” she asked sleepily.

  “I fancy a nice cup of tea first” I said.

 “I will make a pot and we can drink it in bed,” she said, getting out of bed and putting on a dressing gown.

I heard the shower go on and wondered whether she wanted me to fuck her so as soon as she left the shower and I heard her go down stairs I got up and had one myself then got back into the big four poster bed. I thought that it was a virtue to always be clean before one had sex. I lay there thinking about the lorry and John’s attempt to kill me and Sara and wondered whether his motivations were personal or whether Old Bill had told him that I should be “brown bread.” I remembered in the Sixties when Alton had told me that he wanted Gordon Smith “brown bread” and thought how bizarre it was when a high ranking police detective at Scotland Yard orders you to kill someone. Then I discovered that The Krays were in fact killing Underworld figures who corrupt police detectives wanted dead on orders from above.

 “Penny for your thoughts Mike” Anne said smiling as she walked into the huge bedroom carrying a silver tray and placed it carefully on the small bedside table on her side of the bed.

 “Oh I was thinking of when a high ranking police officer from Scotland Yard ordered me to murder someone” I replied.

  Anne’s face took on a shocked expression. “That’s incredible Mike and no one; I mean no member of the public would believe it. Nick has told me about your conviction and in his opinion you should never have been found guilty” Anne said, pouring the tea and handing me a cup.

 “Oh I’m so glad that he believed what I told him” I replied.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” Anne said, climbing into bed.

 “Not really because I think about it every day, it’s not nice being a convicted murderer and one can never be an ex-murderer like an ex-bank robber friend of mine who is now a successful artist. But if you want to ask me anything, go ahead” I said.

 “Just one thing because I am training to be a solicitor now and I like to know about the real world out there and one day we can sit down and you can tell me all about it. What I wanted to ask you, who was the person that this corrupt policeman told you to kill?”

 “Maybe you might be able to get me a Queen’s Pardon one day” I said laughing as if I were joking but always retaining a faint hope in my heart remember when I was offered one and I remembered Bruce Reynolds remark that the prosecution knew that it was self defence.

 “I would if I could Mike but are you going to tell me who he was” Anne asked.

 “Oh yes, his name was Gordon Smith and he had told the Dutch police that I was paying Scotland Yard officers and a big Interpol investigation was underway and they wanted him silenced” I said.

 “Do you imagine that this was an isolated case?” Anne asked, sipping her tea.

 “No, have you ever heard of the Kray Twins?” I asked.

 “Yes everybody has, haven’t they” Anne said.

 “Well they killed people in the Underworld who got out of line for various matters on suggestions from corrupt detectives.” I paused looking at Anne’s face wondering what I was doing talking about the past when I should be having a nice fuck.

 “Go on then, this is highly interesting” Anne said.

 “But sometimes they murdered people on their own initiative,” I replied.

Anne put her cup in her saucer. “But how do you know, you could never prove what you are saying. I mean it’s absolutely incredible” Anne said a look of amazement on her face.

“Of course I could never prove it because the department that investigates complaints against the police known as the “rubber heel mob” is corrupt itself. I knew a detective on the Porn Squad who went into it and he was still corrupt then and always would be. Who would one complain to or make allegations to?”  I said.

“Well I believe you Mike, but how do you know that the police murdered people?” Anne asked, sipping her tea again.  

“When the police are in their cups they always talk and people in the Underworld get to know everything. One of the guys who was killed was a friend of mine Evan Philips and two of the Porn Squad held him and poured a bottle of whisky mixed with an OD of sleeping tablets down his throat” I said.

Anne gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.

“The other guy was Frankie Albers and he was a go between the Underworld and Scotland Yard who arranged payments to be made by criminals who were willing to pay large sums of cash to ensure their acquittal. He made a meet with two of the Porn Squad which the Soho fraternity knew about, the next morning he was found dead, it was said at the coroner’s court that he committed suicide by jumping out of his window but Frankie was as hard as nails and everyone knew what had happened...”  I said then I laughed at the shocked expression on Anne’s face...

“Mike I know that you are not laughing because you think that the situation is funny because you were a victim of it, but what can be done about it, do you think?”

“Nothing unless there was a revolution because the corruption does not stop at the higher ranks of the Yard it goes right to the top and rots the body politic” I said.

“But how do you know that?” Anne asked, pausing and waiting for my answer.

“That’s what everyone says and because it’s so incredible no one would believe it” I said looking at her but why don’t we stop this conversation until another time” I said feeling horny in spite of talking about corruption.

“Would you like another cup of tea Mike?” Anne asked.

“Oh yes please I always drink two or three cups first thing in the morning” I said.

Anne took my cup and refilled it then handed it back to me. “Just while we are drinking our tea Mike because I find all this incredibly interesting, fantastic in fact” Anne said sipping at her second cup and looking at me. “You were saying that it rots the body politic. Do you know that my sister is married to one of the cabinet members?” Anne said, looking as if I should be impressed.

“Jolly good!” I exclaimed ironically, ignoring this nugget of information. “The reason I know that money goes up above is that when I used to meet the head of the Porn Squad and when he got drunk, which was always, then he would complain that they, the cops that is, didn’t get to keep all the money because it went upstairs to the Home Office” I said starting to giggle.

“Oh Mike, that's terrible but everyone can’t be corrupt surely.”

“I don’t know, perhaps there are some that are not” I replied giggling again.

“Mike, what would you do if you had the power?” Anne asked.

“You are asking me how I would clean out the Augean Stables but what I would do is to is retire everyone at Scotland Yard and then to pay the top ranks of the police the same wages as captains of industry as well as making the job for the constable one of the highest paid jobs in the community because money is the root of all evil and that is the motivation behind corruption. The reason rich people don’t steal is because they have lots of money” I said laughing loudly this time the tears rolling down my face as if I had told a very good joke. I drained my cup and put my cup on the bedside table.

Anne put her cup down too then kissed me on the lips then suddenly she disappeared under the bedclothes and I felt her hot lips envelop my penis.

I lay there enjoying the sensation and after a while I pulled back the covers and putting my hands on her head. I turned it around until I could see her face. “I like watching you suck me,” I said. Anne blushed and became embarrassed letting my penis slide from her lips. “Come on let me fuck you” I said.

 “Sara told me that you like this when she is having her period, and I came on this morning” Anne informed me.

 “All right but kneel in between my legs and let me watch you” I said my cock becoming rock hard and the thought of watching this genteel woman sucking me off. Anne knelt down in between my legs and began sucking me. She wasn’t an expert fellatrice like Sara had become so I reached down and took hold of her hand. “When you suck, move my foreskin up and down like this and with the other hand encircled the base of my penis' ' I instructed. Anne began to do it and she learnt quickly and soon I was beginning to enjoy it. Now look up at me while you are doing it” I said. Anne glanced up and I looked into her eyes while my cock was in her mouth but she quickly looked down again. “Look at me Anne,” I said. She looked up again and our eyes met but she could not look at me for long and she kept looking down. Teaching a mature woman the art of fellatio was erotic in itself and I soon felt myself going to come. “Oh yes I’m coming” I said looking down at her face then to my surprise she did not take my penis from her mouth but swallowed every drop of my semen. I laughed, pulling her up the bed and kissed her. “I think that you are just trying to please me.” I said repeating what she had said to me the first time that we had sex. She broke into a peal of laughter remembering the occasion and we both lay in her bed laughing out loud.

 Anne got out of bed. “I am hungry now and I am going to treat you like my lord and master with breakfast in bed” she said smiling and putting on her dressing gown she left the room. I didn’t say that I did not enjoy breakfast in bed much but decided to let her please me and I just lay there thinking of all her ancestors laying in their graves out there, wondering if they were turning in their graves or laughing.

 Suddenly the door opened and Anne entered carrying one of her young sons in her arms that was naked. She smiled as she walked towards me.

 I noticed the look of embarrassment on her son’s face and I don’t know what her intentions were but I held up my hand. “No, take him out of here I am getting up for breakfast” I said. The smile disappeared from Anne’s face and she turned around and left the room. I got up, showered again and got dressed then I went downstairs and ate my breakfast in silence.

“Right Mike you imagine that you are defending this copse and we are the enemy. We will attack and the winner is whoever spots the other first because in modern warfare they would be dead” Nick said. “Right okay then” I agreed, smiling at Nick and his two young sons Andrew and John who were all dressed in camouflage. “I will get a photo of you when you would be in firing range,” I said. “That’s if you ever see us,” Nick said smiling broadly and his sons laughed. Then he walked over to his Land Rover and drove off grinning.

 “He knows this land well and will be hard to spot,” Anne said. “Oh this is exciting” Sara observed. “Well it would be if it were a real battle” I said.  

 “Do you like war Mike?” Anne asked. “No I hate it because I was born in 1939 and for the first five years of my life the Nazi bombs were raining down on me. In an ideal world there should be a way of banning it internationally” I said.

 “You look incredibly young for your age Mike! Anne said. “Yes every time one has an orgasm it rejuvenates the body” I said grinning. Anne and Sara laughed and looked at each other knowingly.

 “Mike has picked a good spot to attack here” I said walking around the copse which was about fifty yards by ten and covered by trees. I realised that it was practically impossible to observe the surrounding land that provided lots of cover for would-be attackers.

 “Shall we keep watch too?” Sara asked. “No, because it is impossible but I will climb a tree in a moment and I will see them no doubt” I said confidently. “If I were in a real theatre of war and I was defending this place for any length of time then I would take a map reference, set trip wires out there with flares and set up fire zones with a machine gun and tracer bullets” I said.

 “Did you learn all that in the army Mike?” Anne asked. “Yes I did and I’m a marksman and in a situation like this, with a small attacking band, all I need is a sniper’s sling and a rifle that has been zeroed in by me.”

“You sound as if you enjoy being a soldier to me” Anne observed.

“Yes I was willing to fight for Queen and country but not as other ranks and when I discovered that I could not rise through the ranks I left” I replied.

“Really so it’s not possible to rise through the ranks then?” Anne asked.

 “No officers start off as second lieutenants” I said, hanging my camera around my neck and climbing up a tree. I loved climbing trees and as I climbed it brought back memories of my youth. Up and up I went, hugging the trunk next to my body like a lover, then placing a foot on a branch and grasping another above I pulled myself up. When I was nearly at the top some thirty feet from the ground I sat on a branch and surveyed the surrounding terrain. I had a good view of all the fields from this height.

 “Be careful up there Mike” Sara called up a worried tone to her voice. I looked down seeing her small figure, a tiny worried face looking up. Don’t worry I’m good at this and I am safe as houses up here” I shouted down. I noticed that Anne standing beside her did not look worried at all. I put myself in the shoes of the attacker and saw the best position to approach would be along a line of trees with fields behind, and if one could get to those trees that they offered good cover and one would be invisible to those in the corps. There didn’t seem to be any other approach worth considering to a person who knew this land like Nick. I just waited my camera at the ready, then about twenty minutes later I saw three tiny figures in the distance come through the some trees about two miles away walking through a field and approach the line of trees that gave cover up to the copse. They were walking nonchalantly like untrained soldiers, and I could have shot them easily out in the open like that as there was no cover. I trained my camera on them and took three or four pictures keeping them dead in the centre of the frame. Then I climbed down and sat down and took out my pipe.

 “Aren’t you playing the game anymore Mike?” Anne asked. “No, because they are all dead,” I said, filling my pipe. What do you mean?” Anne asked.

 “I’ve got pictures of them miles away in the middle of a field, sitting ducks so to speak, I could have picked them off easily. If I had a machine gun zoned in then I could have killed a whole platoon.”

 “What do you mean zoned in Mike?” Anne asked an interested look on her face. Sara still kept looking out hoping that she would see them. “One gets a map and a compass and takes bearings on church spires and things like that then sets the map to true North. But you can still do it without a machine gun and a gyroscopic mounting. You fire a burst of tracer at all the likely points of attack and see where it hits the ground and note the range. You can test it out with something like tin dinner plates. Then when you fire a burst at that range the dinner plates spin up in the air. So you have a man up a tree like I was just now and he shouts down when they are in range. They wouldn’t have stood a chance even with just me, an old Second World War Lee Enfield Mark 4, a sniper’s sling and some smokeless barium cartridges.

 Suddenly there was some shouting and the sound of some bangers exploding and Nick and his sons came charging into the copse. “You’re all dead” his sons chanted and Nick came up behind them smiling. “You see I told you that you wouldn’t see us” he said a triumphant look on his face. “Phew what a trek but we enjoyed it didn’t we boys” Nick said.

“You were sitting ducks I spotted you miles away, you are all dead” I replied. “Impossible! You couldn’t have possibly seen us” Mike blurted the smile disappearing from his face.

  I handed him the roll of Ektachrome that I had taken from my camera. “Get this developed E6 when you go up Soho and you will see yourselves as large as life strolling through a large field? Sitting ducks for an old sniper like me...

Call Girls

Chapter 13

 “I wrote this script especially for you Lindsay and you get to fuck the arse off Sarah and Sharon” I said.

 “Cool man I can’t wait,” Lindsay replied laughing, packing a rubber doll into a large box.

“This guy will be fucking the arse off her when he gets it. It’s got an anal orifice” he laughed, his blue eyes twinkling.

  “Lindsay I can’t believe how many of those fucking horrible dolls you have sold” I commented laughing. “Most guys are sexually frustrated and will fuck anything with a hole in it” Lindsay observed laughing.

  Sara who was listening in on the conversation started giggling while Lisa frowned and shot a disapproving glance at Lindsay.

 “I reckon that if some guy invented a lifelike robot with sexual organs then he would become a millionaire” I said.

  “Of course he would, I mean most guys would buy one” Lindsay agreed laughing.

  “Well you don’t need one, do you?” I joked.

  “I could do with a female who just did everything I wanted without asking and who waited on me hand and foot, that would be cool man” Lindsay replied, running a hand through his long peroxide hair and flicking his head so that his diamond earrings glittered.

  “What a sex slave you mean?” I asked

  “Yeah,” he uttered, smiling.

   “Well, have a look at the script and as I told you it’s about this rich rock n’ roll singer who lives in a luxurious flat in Adams Mews and who snorts and when he gets high he calls up this Madam and she sends over a couple of girls. The experienced one Sharon and a new recruit Sarah who has a problem taking Rod’s enormous appendage” I joked.

 “Sounds like someone I know, and sounds like fun but where’s Adams Mews?” Lindsay asked.

  “Oh it’s one of Peter’s apartments and right opposite the Churchill Hotel and the suite in the film supposed to be in the Churchill and I will make it look like it does with a bit of editing. And check out the script and if there is anything you want in, or changed, then just make a note in the margin and I’ll do it, but let me have it ASAP because I want to send the scripts off to the girls” I said.

  “Now girls I want you to walk along the road as though you are searching for the hotel, then you see Adams Mews and Sarah says this is it and you start to walk down it towards the big sign, then I will cut and we will go inside the flat, okay” I directed.

   “Come on let’s go then” I said and we all walked towards the end of the Mews out into Green Street, Mayfair. It was a nice sunny day in March 1983 and I would shoot this small scene off the shoulder, Lindsay carried the Umatic deck on a backpack and Sara had the boom. Green Street was busy with lots of black taxis passing every minute and pedestrians on the pavements.

  “Okay go around the corner and then walk back, then walk towards the camera and past it until you get to Adams Mews, then stop and look up at the street sign, and Sarah you say here it is, then I will cut, okay” I directed.

   Sarah and Sharon were giggling standing on the pavement both dressed like call girls. Sharon had a really short red satin skirt and a black and white top that showed plenty of cleavage, six inch red high heels with straps around the ankles, black stockings and was wearing lots of makeup. Sarah wore a really tight black mini skirt, high heels, black stocking and a black top and as the two blondes got ready for action they attracted lots of attention from passing males.

   “Okay get ready for action, action” I shouted and I started to film the two girls as they disappeared around the corner and returned, they walked towards the camera and a passing taxi driver wolf whistled and I noticed a passing male pedestrian do an about turn and stand on the pavement watching them, then they passed the camera and stood looking up at the street sign.

   “Here it is” said Sarah pointing and they both walked into Adams Mews.

I zoomed into a close-up of the street sign and cut and walked up to Adams Mews.

  “Okay that was great, I’m going to film from down there now so when I say action walk down towards the big sign and turn into the driveway of the hotel, then I will cut” I said.

  “Okay Mike,” Sarah replied.

   I walked down a little way past the entrance of the Churchill with my crew following and rested my shoulder against a wall in order to stop camera shake in a long shot. “Okay girls, get ready for action, action” I shouted.

   Sara and Sharon walked towards the camera, their high heels clattering on the cobblestones of the Mews. Then reaching the entrance of the Churchill Hotel they turned into the driveway.

   “Cut” I shouted.

    Sarah and Sharon came running out giggling. “Was it all right Mike?” Sarah asked.

  “Brilliant, you just looked like a couple of dirty little hookers” I said laughing.

   Both the girls broke into fits of giggles as we walked towards the open door of the flat and went up the stairs.

   Sara made a pot of coffee and I opened a bottle of champagne as Lindsay had started to chop up some coke on the ubiquitous glass table. I connected the deck to the TV and started to play back what we had just done while taking out some hash and breaking off a piece for the girls. I inhaled the smoke while Sarah and Sharon puffed on a big spliff anointed down the side with some of Lindsay’s coke.

  “Smoke and coke Mike, its cool, why don’t you try some?” Sarah asked.

  “Because I can’t get a hard on and I want to give Sharon and you a good fucking later” I said laughing and this remark caused Sharon, Sarah and Sara burst into fits of giggles.

  “Is that a promise Mike?” Sarah said giggling again while Sharon just smiled and opened her big blue eyes wide but said nothing.

  “Hey look at that guy he’s playing with his dick” Sarah shouted breaking into a fit of giggles pointing at the TV.

  I looked and saw the guy who I had noticed do an about turn and stand there watching when I was on the camera, ran the tape back and played the sequence again while everyone was in fits of laughter.  The two girls walked along the pavement. The guy walked straight passed then as soon as he was behind them he did a quick about turn and stared mesmerised, one hand deep down in his trousers’ pocket. I played the scene a couple of times more for everyone’s entertainment and now everyone was stoned and in a good mood. I put a new tape in the deck and stood up walking over to the window that was on the second floor directly facing the Churchill Hotel. “Put the legs over here in front of the window Lindsay, I can get a perfect shot from here” I said. I turned to look at Sarah and Sharon.   “Girls come over here please” I said.

Sarah, Sharon, Sara and Lindsay all stood by the window looking out.

   “Now Sharon and Sarah you are going to be walking down towards the entrance and then you are going to turn up into the driveway and walk up towards the doorman then go right up to him and say can we go for a drink in the bar, then he will probably say no and I will cut and if he says yes go in and then come out again and say that you are just coming back and are going to put some money in the parking meter okay” I directed

  “Oh he saw us before” Sarah said giggling.

  “That’s all right, Lindsay you hold the mic out of the window and it will pick up the sound of their high heels” I directed.

  “Okay boss, I mean okay Mike” Lindsay replied.

  “Right is everyone ready for action?” I asked.

  “Yes ready” everyone agreed.

  “Okay girls as soon as you’re outside I will be filming straight into the scene, okay action” I said.

  The girls walked down the stairs giggling madly, their high heels clattering as they negotiated the stairs.

   I looked at the monitor and started to film them as they walked into the driveway of the hotel which was about forty yards long. They looked the part, their high heels clicking announcing their approach as the doorman watched their progress. I zoomed into a medium close-up as they went up to him and started to talk then I saw him take a pen from his pocket and write down something in his notebook and then the girls turned around and I could see them laughing as they walked back towards the camera and giggling as they came up the stairs.

   “He asked for our phone number and said we could only come in as a guest but he would arrange an invitation, that’s why I gave him our number” Sarah giggled.  

   “So you will be going to the Churchill” I said laughing.

   Lindsay sat on the settee; Sara was on the boom and the two girls behind the camera.

  “Okay get ready for action, action” I said.

   Lindsay picked up the bright red telephone and dialled. “Hello it’s Rod here, I want the girl Sharon that you sent over last time, she’s hot and someone else, a new girl, yeah Sarah, what’s she like, eighteen cute, looks sixteen, first timer, take it easy on her, okay. Well send her over, now yeah,” Lindsay said, putting down the phone and pouring a large whisky, getting up and studying himself in the mirror. “You good looking bastard” he said to his reflection in the large gilded ornate mirror fluffing up his hair. The doorbell rang and he walked over to the entry phone “Hello, come straight up girls” he said then the girls walked into the luxurious apartment. “Hello girls, hello Sharon, Sarah you’re the new recruit then baby. Sit down, want a drink, whisky, gin, Baileys anything you want” Lindsay said gesturing towards a big black leather settee.

I’ll have a Baileys” Sarah said.

  “Vodka and orange” for me, Sharon said.

   Lindsay walked up and down the big room that was richly decorated in a modern style, with framed Pop Art, abstract paintings, chrome and black leather furniture and large gilded mirrors. “I wonder what the biggest cock you’ve ever seen Sarah is?” Lindsay asked a lecherous expression on his face, stopping in front of her.

  “About this long,” Sarah said giggling, holding up her hands to indicate about seven inches.

  Lindsay laughed, then unzipping his black shiny silk trousers he pulled out his enormous cock and started to wave it up and down in front of Sara’s face.

  “Why it’s enormous, the biggest I’ve ever seen” gasped Sarah staring up at Lindsay’s huge member, her eyes wide, a look of amazement on her face.

   “That’s why they call me Rod, suck it” Lindsay ordered, pushing his cock into Sarah’s mouth.

    Sarah opened her mouth, her lips stretched around this enormous penis, her eyes wide, an ambiguous look on her face.

   “Sharon, you show her how I like it done,” Lindsay ordered.

    Sharon took Lindsay’s cock from Sarah and put it in her own mouth and slowly swallowed it until it was right down her throat.

   “Now you try it” Lindsay ordered Sarah.

    Sarah put Lindsay’s big swollen cock into her mouth and tried to swallow it then started to choke and gag. “It’s too big,” she said, small tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

   “Too big for your mouth eh, well come upstairs and we will see if your tight little cunt can take it then” Lindsay said giggling.

   “Okay cut, that was great folks. Time for a break” I said.

   “Oh Mike, can you play it back?” Sarah asked.

   “Sure baby” I said, putting the tape in the deck and pressing rewind. The Umatic took ages to wind back then stopped with a clunk and I ejected it and clicked over the tab so that I could not record over it, put it back in and pressed play. Then the picture appeared on the TV screen and everyone sat down to watch it.

  “Now Sarah lay on the bed and you Sharon, you know what I like, hold my cock and lick it as it goes in and out” Lindsay ordered.

  Sarah lay on the bed, her eyes wide, a frightened look on her face as Lindsay climbed onto it.

   “First we will make you all comfortable, with a pillow underneath your bum, lift up” Lindsay ordered and Sarah lifted her hips to allow Lindsay to slide a pillow underneath. “Whoops a daisy” Lindsay said, lifting Sarah’s legs up in the air and putting them over his shoulders then putting his knob on her vagina he pushed it in, a little bit at first, then right up to his testicles.

  “Ooh it’s too big, it hurts” Sarah shouted.

  “Too big don’t be silly baby, that’s why all the groupies love me cos’ my cock’s so big, long and thick and it stretches their cunts wide open and fills them up” Lindsay said.

   Sharon grasped his thrusting cock and began to lick it as it went in and out.

  “Ooh” Sarah gasped “Ooh, ooh” as Lindsay’s big cock pounded in and out.

   “Oh your tight little teen cunt has made me come and I’m gonna fill you right up with my cream baby doll” Lindsay said, thrusting in as far as he could go and ramming his cock right up.

   Sarah’s face was contorted in pain, her mouth open, gasping. “Ooh, ooh” she cried.

  “Oh yes my little baby I’m coming shooting all my hot creamy spunk right up your tight little cunt” Lindsay gasped as he ejaculated.

  I zoomed in on Sarah’s face and faded to black.

  “Okay cut, that’s it folks, it was brilliant” I said.

   Downstairs we all got really high while we watched the rushes and then Lindsay and I got Sharon and Sarah on the settee and fucked them side by side while Sara knelt down on the carpet and played with my dick and testicles. Then we swopped over and I fucked Sharon while he fucked Sarah. Sharon was a lovely fuck and we both came at the same time.

   After we had finished fucking the girls Sarah stood up “I want to have a wee” she said giggling stoned out of her mind. “Why don’t you film me Mike?” she suggested.

   I picked up the camera and deck and filmed her in the bathroom urinating into a bidet with gold plated taps while she giggled, looking straight into the camera...

News of the World Reporter

Chapter 14

  “Hello, News of the World reporter, Carol...” Lindsay said.

  “Fuck off, tell her to fuck off...” I shouted down the office.

  “Will you hold a minute?” Lindsay asked. Lindsay looked at me. “All publicity is good publicity, remember what Charlie Chaplin said” Lindsay said grinning.

  “But they tell fucking lies. I hate the bastards they got me convicted in the Sixties, said I was a commie spy...”

  “Mike look if they do a big story about you it will bring in millions of orders, let me handle this anyway I’ll be running the show soon” Lindsay said persuasively.

  “Okay then do what you want but they are part of the prosecution team” I said feeling afraid knowing that they would raid me again soon.

  “Hello Carol sure you can come over, big story yeah, okay baby” Lindsay said putting down the phone. Lindsay rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. “She’s coming over, she said and she is going to do a big story” Lindsay said a broad smile on his face.

  I was smoking a pipe when the doorbell rang.

  “That’s her,” Lindsay said.

  “I had better put this out,” I said.

  “No it will sound great, Mike Freeman, porno King, drug crazed killer, on the run, brilliant” Lindsay said getting up and walking over to the entry phone. “Hello Carol, come in and walk up the stairs” Lindsay said, going out of the office to meet her. Lindsay walked into the office leading an attractive brunette by the hand. “Let me introduce you to Mike, filmmaker extraordinary” Lindsay introduced me.

   I stood up and shook hands with the lady. “Hello I’m Mike Freeman, won’t you sit down,” I said politely.

  “Hello Mike I’m pleased to meet you” Carol said sitting down while Lindsay walked back up the office, sat down at his desk and picked up a ringing phone.

   Sara walked over “Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked.

  “Oh yes please” Carol answered.

  “Let me introduce you to my girlfriend Sara, Sara this is Carol” I said.

   Sara kissed Carol on the cheek. “Oh I am pleased to meet you Carol” she said then she went off to make the tea.

   “Everyone is so friendly, not what I expected” Carol admitted smiling.

   I could imagine the reception that the rag’s reporters sometimes got, although with others it was a matter of conspiracy to get publicity with the newspaper selling over six million copies on a Sunday.

  “Mike, I have been commissioned to do a story on you and Videx and I want it to be a good one and wonder if you mind if I hang around for a few days and make it a really good one” Carol said.

  “No, I don't mind,” I said.

  “Busy and it is a nice place that you have here” Carol observed looking around the spacious office and at all the phones that were ringing as usual. “The first thing I want to ask you Mike is, are you willing to go to prison for disobeying the law?” Carol asked, taking a notebook and pen out of her bag.

   “I’m not deliberately disobeying the law, but trying to change it so that the people of this country can enjoy the same rights as the rest of mainland Europe” I answered.

   Carol’s pen moved rapidly noting down what I had said in shorthand. “But some people feel that your films are obscene and corrupting,” Carol said.

  “Well I don’t think so because they are simply stories about the sexual fun and games that people get up to, or might get up to” I said.

  Sara popped her head around the door of the little kitchen. “Do you take sugar and milk Carol?” she asked.

  “Two sugars for me please and milk thank you” Carol replied scribbling rapidly in her notepad.

  Sara emerged carrying two three cups of tea on a tray and put the tray down on my desk. “Here you are Carol,” she said, handing her a cup and saucer.

  “Oh thank you Sara,” Carol said, putting down her notepad and pen.

  “Why am I going through with this farce” I thought, all this politeness, I should be telling her to fuck off” I thought. “Switch off the phones Lindsay, it’s gone five now” I said.

  “Okay Mike” Lindsay replied, scribbling down a name and address and putting down the phone. Then he walked down the office and sat at Lisa’s empty desk smiling at Carol. Then Sara came along and sat at my desk and we all sat drinking tea together. “This is nice and cosy” I thought because I never imagined that I would be sitting down drinking cups of tea with a News of the World reporter.

   “We are all going out to a nice restaurant soon. Would you like to come Carol?” I asked.

   “Yes thank you, but I would still be on the job and taking notes” Carol admitted.

  “Well I don’t have anything to hide” I said, taking my pipe out of my desk and filling it with hash. I inhaled as Carol’s pen moved rapidly over her notepad.

  “I’ll follow you up” Carol taking out her car keys.

  “No get in with me because we are only going up the street and I will bring you back” I said.

  Carol sat in the back with Lindsay. “I heard that you are a musician, Lindsay,” Carol said.

  “Yeah I’m in a group, La Rox, with Ian Mitchell the ex lead of the Rollers and another couple of guys” Lindsay replied.

  In the restaurant we all had curry washed down with a couple of bottles of wine.

  “Mm, it's a nice restaurant. Do you often come here?” Carol asked.

  “Yes because Sara loves hot spicy food, but we go out to all different places” I replied.

   Afterwards I drove her back to the Videx offices and I was surprised to see Lindsay start kissing her in the mirror.

  We all got out the car and stood chatting on the forecourt then without any ado Lindsay pushed Carol up onto the bonnet of my car and began fucking her. I was amazed and how he managed to get his big cock out and in I don’t know, but it was because his skinny hips were moving faster and faster as Sara stood giggling and I joined in.

  “I love getting my big cock up you Carol and you can say that I am testing out my theory that all women want a big cock inside them. You love it don’t you baby” he said standing on the ground pumping in and out rapidly.

   I wondered if we were still under obs by the Porn Squad and what they would think of this bizarre scene of a reporter being fucked on the forecourt of an open garage with cars going in and out barely ten feet away.

Suddenly Carol started gasping in the throes of an unmistakable orgasm.    “Oh yes I’m coming” she called out.

   “Yes you dirty bitch and I’m shooting all my hot spunk deep up inside of you” Lindsay panted.

Earls Court

Chapter 15

  “You have to leave Mick, because the geezer that owns the drum is coming back” John said.

  “Fucking hell I love this place John” I replied not wanting to leave.

  “Mick the estate agent has got a nice little flat for you in Sutton and anyway you will be going soon” John said.

   The flat was tiny with a little garden, the ground floor of a house and both me and Sara hated it. We stayed there for a couple of weeks until I mentioned to Nick how I hated the place and he suggested moving into his spacious basement flat in Earls Court.

  “There’s a huge room at the back with a bedroom and you can have it as your bedroom and of course you can share the kitchen and so on” Nick said smiling graciously speaking in a cut glass accent.

  “Okay Nick, Sara shall we move in with Nick?” I asked.

  “Oh yes goody, it will be lovely, thank you Nick” she said, kissing and hugging him.

  “A ménage a trois, I wonder how often she will sleep with him?” I thought.

   Earls Court was a brilliant place with lots of Australians and other cosmopolitan people. Hookers on the main street were to be seen at most times of the day and night soliciting the drivers of the many cars as they queued at the lights in a perpetual traffic jam and I guessed that the local governor was on the take. The area at night was illuminated in neon and it was always thronged with people and also a bed sit area with hundreds of people mostly females emerging from the Earls Court Underground at the end of their working day. It was obvious to me that the street girls, who took their punters to nearby apartments, had a licence because I never ever saw a squad car or anyone that looked remotely like a police officer uniformed or plain clothes all the time I lived there.

   Lorna, Nick’s psychiatrist girlfriend was a nice looking blonde and I soon realised that Nick was madly in love with her and despite all his talk about “no sexual jealousy” he was insanely jealous if ever I started to chat her up.

  Nick was a good cook and he would often prepare meals and invite Lorna and we, that is Sara and I would sit down to a pleasant evening eating, drinking wine and listening to classical music before going to bed with our partners.                                                          

  There was never any group sex or swapping partners as I would have liked, as I found the beautiful Lorna extremely attractive with her high cheekbones, green eyes, long honey blonde hair, long legs and nice ample breasts. She was always smiling at me, showing pure white even teeth and speaking with a posh sexy accent that made me want to fuck her.  

  “Why don’t you do something about your case Mike” Lorna asked as we ate one evening.

  “I can’t Lorna because there is no-one to go to” I replied.

  “But surely a good solicitor can help you reopen your case?” Lorna insisted.

  “I have two solicitors, one is David Offenbach, one of the best and he says it’s impossible” I said.

  “But why, if you were wrongly convicted?” Lorna asked.

  “Because it involves massive police corruption and as the police complaints department known as the rubber heel mob is bent too there is nothing one can do believe me” I said emphatically.

  “It seems incredible,” Lorna said.

  “Yes, incredible but true,” I replied.

  “Do you want to tell me about it Mike?” Lorna asked.

  “No, I want to forget for the time being and I don’t like discussing it” I said.

  “Yes Mike was found guilty of a particularly brutal murder” Nick said, his face serious.

   I wondered why he had said this and thought that he might want to discourage Lorna from getting too familiar with me.

  “Yes all murders are brutal in a way aren’t they and I was fighting for my life and that of my family whom he, a very vicious thug, a hit man had threatened to kill” I said defensively.

   “See you do want to talk about it” Lorna said.

   “I don’t really, some other time. It’s a long story if one is to understand what really happened” I said realising that Nick’s psychiatrist friends always wanted to analyse one.

   “Well then one day I would like to hear all about it” Lorna said, giving me a smile and not seeming the least upset at talking to a convicted murderer.

   I saw Nick’s face and his eyes were filled with jealousy.

   On the other hand it was pleasant staying with Nick but getting into the office in Wimbledon was a nightmare and we often took the tube from Earls Court.

   Nick also rented an office to another doctor who was a gynaecologist whom I met and spoke to occasionally. His office had a gynaecologist’s couch with stirrups and this gave me the idea for a film.

 Sex Doctor

Chapter 16

  “Why don’t I make a film called Sex Doctor?” I said to Nick.

  “Why don’t you?” Nick replied.

  “Do you think that I could use the gynaecologist couch and stuff?” I asked.

  “I don’t mind at all Mike, it’s entirely up to you”

Nick said.

   I wrote a script called Sex Doctor starring Bill as the doctor. I also got an idea that I would have a girl’s football match in the film because I had seen the film Gregory’s Girl and it seemed trendy for women to play football. I would need twenty two girls but only a couple to do hardcore scenes. Bill said that he would contact a model agency to supply the girls and we would use Brenda as the doctor’s assistant who tries to persuade some of the girls to have sex.

   Bill said that he would hire out a football pitch on a Sunday morning in a park near Hammersmith.

  “Bill we’ve got one girl who will do hardcore and twenty two models in the football scene” I said.

  “Don’t worry I will interview them all and there are sure to be a couple of girls to do a hardcore scene and also nude scenes where I get them in that gynaecologist’s chair with their feet up, that will be sexy don’t worry” Bill said.

  “Okay then we will play it by ear then” I said.

  The day of the Sex Doctor shoot Bill arrived with twenty two pairs of school gym knickers, gym skirts and tops plus red and green tops.

   It was crowded and noisy in Nick’s basement as all the girls changed into their football outfits. Bill had hired a minivan and he drove all the chattering girls to the park in Hammersmith.

   It was a sunny but moderately warm day in April when I set up the equipment.

   Brenda was acting as the teacher and was dressed in a tracksuit and the first scene was where she gets her team to warm up and gives them a pep talk. Brenda blew her whistle. “All right girls stop talking now and we are going to do a little warm up before the other team arrives. Now follow me for a jog around the pitch.”

   I moved the camera into an unobtrusive position behind some bushes and as the girls ran around the pitch in their school knickers while Bill hovered in the background playing the part of a dirty old man. He was dressed in a Mac and as the girls ran around he watched from behind a tree. I was filming when in the background I caught a glimpse of another man watching the girls and then another and I realised that they were real voyeurs who thought that the actors were real schoolgirls.

  “Hey Sara, look at the voyeurs, they think it’s real” I said.

  “They are only watching Mike,” Sara said giggling.

   “Well I don’t mind all these unpaid extras” I said in a low voice and laughing.

   Then on cue the other team arrived and the match began, and indeed if one did not know, then one could be excused for thinking that it was a real football match between two girls’ football teams. It was hilarious because after fifteen minutes or so there were five men hanging about the pitch ogling the girls and I had them all on camera.

  Then it was the scene where one of the girls hurts her ankle, a girl called Cynthia who Bill chose to play the part because she was a cute little blonde of eighteen. “Ow” Cynthia said, hopping about on one leg.

  Brenda blew a whistle and on cue two girls helped her to a park bench.

I zoomed in on Bill who was hiding behind a tree dressed in a Mac and ogling the girls and he walked up to Cynthia who was nursing her ankle.

“Hello I’m a doctor, let me have a look my dear” Bill said then he held the girl’s ankle and inspected it.

   I took the camera off the tripod and emerged from the bushes with Sara carrying the deck and I noticed some of the voyeurs beating a hasty retreat from the park.

   I filmed in medium close up Bill and his examination of Cynthia’s ankle.

Bill looked the epitome of the dirty old man as he examined the girl’s ankle, his hands lingering over her flesh, his blue eyes glittering behind his gold rimmed spectacles.  “Mm looks like a bad sprain to me, nothing broken, come on girls bring her to my car and I will treat her in my surgery” Bill said.

  “Cut, that was excellent right it’s all back to the surgery” I said.  

  “Cynthia’s mum and dad are here” shall I let them in” Sara asked.

  “Her mum and dad are here?” I repeated surprised.

  “Yes it was them who just rang the front door bell” Sara informed me.

  “No I can’t, no boyfriends and definitely no parents” I replied.

  “Shall I tell Cynthia?” Sara asked.

  “No go and tell them I’m in the middle of a scene and they can’t come in because the other models wouldn’t like it and that Cynthia will be out in about fifteen minutes as all the girls are showering and getting changed. Just get rid of them...and hurry back because I want to get the scene with Cynthia finished” I replied.

   As soon as Sara went to the door I walked into the waiting room where the girls were being interviewed by Bill. I looked at Bill and beckoned to him and led him into the surgery where the lights and equipment had already been set up. “I want to get this scene done over and quickly because Cynthia’s parents are outside waiting” I said.

  “Okay Mike what about the scene where she is called into the surgery?” Bill asked.

  “No forget it we will cut straight to the scene where she is lying on the couch with you examining her ankle” I directed. Cynthia lay on the surgery couch her short gym skirt revealing her shapely thighs and as I slowly panned the camera up her legs to catch a tantalising glimpse of her navy blue knickers I wished that she had agreed to do some nude work because I would have loved to have seen her with those knickers off, her legs wide apart up in the stirrups of the gynaecological couch and I felt my loins respond at the thought. I realised again that sexual excitement was in the mind and not always about what one was seeing but the expectation of what one might see.

  “Yes I have strapped up your ankle my dear and it will be sore for a few days but I don’t think that pain killers will be necessary but if you feel uncomfortable take an aspirin and come back next week for a check up. Now is there any other advice that I can give you before you go, it’s all confidential you know, family planning, the pill?” Bill said with a little chuckle his blue eyes glittering behind his gold rimmed spectacles.  

  “No thank you doctor I’m a virgin and plan to stay that way until I’m married” Cynthia replied.  

   I faded to black. “Okay cut that’s it everyone great” I said and I bent down and opened my briefcase and took out a brown paper envelope marked Cynthia and gave it to her. “Here we are Cynthia my dear and if you ever decide to do any nude work just give Videx a ring.”

  “I don’t think so Mike but thanks” Cynthia replied.

  As soon as she was out of the door I turned to Sara. “Go and tell her that her parents are waiting outside,” I said.

   Stephanie nudged Geraldine in the ribs and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Here you remember her, she was on the opposite side when we played that match when the dirty doctor turned up, remember?” Stephanie said giggling.

   “Yeah I bet she’s here for the same as us, the pill” Rosie said in a low voice.

  “Go on, ask her,” Geraldine said giggling.

   Stephanie looked at the white girl who sat apart from her and her mates down the other end on the bench.

   “Here I remember you, you were at the football match with me Geraldine and Rosie here, weren’t you?” Stephanie asked, looking at the only white girl present.

   “Yes that’s right” Julie replied disdainfully.

  “What’s your name?, mine’s Stephanie.

  “You can call me Julie if you want” answered Juliet.

   “What you here for then, going on the pill then?” Stephanie asked giggling.

   “No actually I’m still a virgin, just a touch of cystitis, that’s all” Julie replied.

  “Oh cystitis is it, then he will want to look at your pussy and get you up in the spreader, we call it” Stephanie said giggling putting her hand over her mouth.

  Rosie and Geraldine began to titter and they all looked at Julie.

  Julie started to blush. “The spreader, what’s that then?” she said an embarrassed look on her face.

  “Well he got this couch with things on the end that pulls your legs wide apart when he puts his hand up your pussy” Stephanie explained, relishing Julie’s obvious embarrassment.

   The three black girls burst into a fit of giggles. “We call him the dirty doctor, don’t we Steph?” All the black girls burst into a fit of giggles which they couldn’t stop.

   Suddenly the surgery door opened. “Hello, will the first one come in now?” Brenda asked and all the girls quickly stopped laughing and Stephanie got to her feet. “I think that’s me,” she said.

  “Come this way dear,” Brenda said.

   “Ah who have we here, Stephanie isn’t it?” Bill asked, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves with a crackling noise and throwing the empty packet into a pedal bin.

  “Yes doctor” Stephanie replied blushing.

  “So how are you getting on with the pill then Stephanie?” Bill asked, his eyes glinting behind his gold rimmed spectacles.

  “Oh fine I just want some more, that’s all” Stephanie replied hoping that she wouldn’t need to be examined.

  “Well up on the couch my dear and put your feet in the stirrups” Bill said with a cackle squeezing some lubricating jelly on the gloves.

  “Knickers off Stephanie” Brenda ordered and Stephanie reluctantly obeyed pulling off her knickers.

  “Put them on the chair and get up on the couch” Brenda ordered. Stephanie climbed up on the couch then Brenda put her feet in the stirrups and she lay there legs wide apart feeling exposed and humiliated.

   “I bet the dirty doctor has got her up on the couch now with his hand right up” Geraldine said with a giggle.

  “Yeah man, to rass clot” Rosie said, flicking her hands so that her thumb hit her other fingers making a clicking sound.

  “I ain’t been here never before but I got to get on the pill because my man want to fuck me all the time and I’m scared of getting pregnant man” Geraldine said in a low voice.

  “Well my Winston's gonna leave me for a white bitch even though I give him head all the time and I gotta get the pill” Rosie admitted.

  “Yeah man why do some niggers like pork when they can have roast beef” Geraldine asked giggling and whispering darting a look at Julie.

  Julie was pretending not to listen but even though she could hear every word she could not quite understand the Jamaican patois that the two black girls spoke.

  The surgery door opened and Stephanie came out accompanied by Brenda. “Next one please,” Brenda said.

   Geraldine rose to her feet and followed Brenda into the surgery.

   Stephanie halted in front of Rosie. “The dirty old doctor had to do it again, it's so gross,” she complained.

  “What he felt up your pussy again with the rubber glove?” Rosie questioned.

  “Yeah he got his whole hand up inside me, said that he was doing an internal check for fibroids or something” Stephanie said blushing.

  “I’m not looking forward to it but I gotta get the pill man” Rosie said.

  “Good luck I’m off, got a date, see you” replied Stephanie leaving Rosie sitting there a worried look on her face.

   Rosie looked at Julie” I told you he always does an internal ain’t you worried?” she asked.

   “No he won’t do one on me and he will only ask for a urine sample. That's all, I had it before last year. He can’t push his hand up me because I’m a virgin” Julie said a superior look on her face.

   The surgery door opened and Geraldine came out. “Next” Brenda called.

    Rosie got up and as Geraldine passed her “I wait for you” she promised and she sat down as Rosie disappeared into the surgery.

   “He did it again you’re next to get fist fucked” Geraldine said giggling.

   “Don’t be so gross and I don’t believe what you are saying about the doctor anyway” Julie said disdainfully.

   “Oh you will find out when you go in, he does it to all the girls” Geraldine said.

   “Whatever he does is all part of Family Planning or gynaecology” Julie said.

   “Oh you will find out” Geraldine said a big grin on her face.

   Then the two girls stopped talking and sat there silently and Julie picked up a magazine from a pile and started to read it...

   The surgery door opened and Rosie came out. “Hello Julie, it's your turn now,” Brenda said with a smile.

   The two black girls walked away giggling as the surgery door shut.

   “Ah Julie I’m so glad that you have come again for more sex instructions now lie down on the couch my dear” Bill said with a cackle.

Julie lay down on the couch.

   Brenda slid off, drew up a chair alongside the couch and lifting up Julie’s skirt she pulled off her knickers. Bill approached the couch and undid his zip pulling out his fully erect penis then Julie reached up without being told and began to suck it.

   “Mm that’s it my dear you are learning the art of fellatio quite well” Bill said looking down at Julie and at his cock in her mouth.

   “Why don’t you suck her Brenda because she has got to teach her husband how to do it” Bill said breathing heavily.

A couple days later

 In the editing suite I watched Sex Doctor with an enormous erection all the way through. “Another Videx masterpiece” I thought.

 The Slug

Chapter 17

   The phone was ringing and Lindsay picked it up. “Videx,” he said. “Can you hold on a minute please” he said then switched the phone to hold. “Mike it’s the Slug and he wants to speak to you” he said grinning.

   “I wonder what he fucking wants?” I said picking up the phone. “Hello Mike Freeman here” I said.

   “Hello Mike David Sullivan here of the Private Organization.” 

   I had heard that he ripped off the customers and that he fucked every model and many other stories...”Hello David what can I do for you?” I said.

   “Mike, I think that we could do some big business together,” Sullivan said.

   “Okay I’m always willing to do business, business is business” I said.

   “Mike, why don’t you send me one of your films so that I can see what they are like,” he said.

    I wondered why a reputed millionaire like him just didn’t send off for one like everyone else.

   “What one would you like?” I asked.

    “Send me your strongest one and when I have watched it I will get back to you all right.”

   “Yes certainly I’ll put you on to my secretary now to take down the name and address” I replied switching the phone onto hold.  

   “Sara, can you take the call online five and get Mr Sullivan’s address?” I said. “Then send him a copy of Sex Slave, will you please” I said.

    About a week later I got another phone call from David Sullivan. “I’ve looked at your film and I think that we should have a meet and talk business,” he said.

   “Okay where shall I meet you?” I asked.

   “Do you know Brewer Street?”

   “Of course, whereabouts?” I asked.

   “It’s a pub, walking down from Wardour Street on your left, the first pub that you come to” Sullivan said in a London accent.

   “Okay I’ll find it, but what time?” I replied.

   “Midday, okay?”

   “Sure I’ll be there dead on twelve” I said putting down the phone.

   “Here Mike you want to watch him, he’s a bit of a gangster” Lindsay said.

   “A gangster eh, well I don’t like gangsters but I’ll go over there and see what he wants” I said.

   “You should take John with you,” Lindsay advised.

   Lindsay knew nothing about the lorry incident and I laughed. “What one gangster meeting another” I said grinning.

   “Lindsay, Sara you will be running the office tomorrow, I’ve got a meet with a slug” I said.

   “A slug, what’s that Mike? Sara asked.

   “Oh it’s just Dave Sullivan’s nickname,” Lindsay said laughing.

    I got over Soho about eleven and walked around the square mile, the place having an ambiguous attraction for me. Then I thought that I would find the pub Sullivan was talking about and when I got to Brewer Street I discovered that the pub was a derelict building with a chain on the door. I wondered if I had got the right address but no this was the first pub up on the left and there was no others. Perhaps he would meet me outside I thought then I walked away and decided to return at twelve.

   I walked through Walkers Court past Fat Bill’s old bookshop and it was still a bookshop but I knew that it was under different management now and I went inside and there was a lot of SM clothing on display and all the porn in the shop was SM.

  A girl behind the counter dressed in black with a ring through her nose looked at me.

  “Can I help you Sir?” she asked.

   “No thanks, just looking” I replied and walked out heading up Berwick Street and the market. All the old stalls seemed to be there and I went into the head shop and had a look around then looking at my watch I saw that it was nearly twelve and headed back towards Brewer Street.

   When I got to the old pub I saw that the chain was off the door and I pushed the door and it opened and I was confronted by seven men standing in a line. A little guy with slicked back greasy hair stood in the middle with three men either side.

  “Hello Mike, glad you could make it,” Sullivan said.

  I stared at him straight in the eyes and although I was outnumbered seven to one, I felt no fear and instead I felt tremendously powerful as though I could defeat all of these goons. “Yes, what do you want?” I said.

  “I want all your films in my shops, I’m giving you an offer you can’t refuse” said the little suited and booted guy who I now noticed wore a lot of gold jewellery around his neck and on his fingers.

   His gangster talk instead of frightening me struck me as really comical. “Well I’m refusing” I said smiling and turning on my heel and without looking back I walked out of the derelict pub...

A Lecture

Chapter 18

   “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming here tonight and before we begin I will read out a list of donations” Ted Malman said. “Eric Goodman, twenty five pounds, John Islip twenty pounds, Ethel Rose ten pounds and David Sullivan of the Private Organisation fifty pounds, thank you for all those who have generously contributed” Ted finished speaking and walked over to me. I noticed that my name had not been read out as a contributor even though I had mailed out thousands of copies of NCROPA literature which had brought in lots of membership fees and new members. I noticed a few members looking at me because everyone knew now that I was rich and wondered if they thought that I was a tightwad.

I looked around the room at the assembled NCROPA members and I noticed that only about fifty had turned up and neither Nick Berry nor any of his psychiatric friends were present.

   “Mike Freeman here is the managing director of Videx Ltd, this country’s biggest distributor of Adult Entertainment and he is a filmmaker who produced his own films and has refused to censor his work maintaining that they are not obscene but erotic. He is now going to talk about his work” Ted Malman turned towards me a smile on his face and clapped his hands and the audience clapped as I stood in front of the microphone.

   “Ladies and gentlemen let me explain what I am trying to do. First I think that I am in the right and that pornography should be legalised for adults in the UK because an official five year study was undertaken known as the Report on Film Censorship and Obscenity and chaired by Professor Bernard Williams and became known as the Williams Committee. This report was undertaken by all the top academics and intellectuals in the UK and was a five year study that took five years and was commissioned by the Labour Party this report also took into consideration the Presidential Commission on Obscenity and was also a five year report. These reports were initiated in the first place because Denmark had legalised pornography in the light of a report there by Dr Berl Kutchinsky of the Copenhagen Department of Forensic Science had carried out a five year trial period where pornography for adults was provisionally legalised and discovered that sexual crimes against women fell by an amazing eighty percent. It was this Danish experiment which led almost all of the European mainland countries to legalise it themselves. That’s why I think that I am in the right in making pornography for adults that follows the guidelines of the Williams Committee that was shelved by this government. Nonsense spouted by Thatcher saying that the permissive society was the greatest threat to civilisation that this country had ever faced which is no more than a personal opinion and a dislike of sexuality for recreational purposes.” As I spoke I looked at the people in the audience and if they looked at me smiled at them. There was one guy who had a notepad on a clipboard who assiduously took notes but when I looked at him he did not smile and seemed rather hostile. My speech went down well and when I finished I got a good round of applause.

I wondered who the guy was with the clipboard was and asked Ted Malman. “Oh , Jack Straw, President of the Students Union Jack,” Ted informed me.

   “Is he on our side, I mean he seemed rather hostile to me” I said, voicing my thoughts.

   “He said that he is not and that’s why I invited him,” Ted replied.

   “That was a brilliant speech that you gave Mike” Sara said as we drove home to Earls Court.

     “But I was talking to the converted and there were no newspaper reporters here, or an of the media for that matter” I said feeling that it had all been a waste of time

The Gay Resort

Chapter 19

   “Hello Videx” I said.

   “I read your advertisement in the Stage for locations and I have a large guest house in a very secluded part of Kent.”

   “Okay when can I come and see it?” I said.

  “Whenever you want.”

  “I’m Mike Freeman, I’ll be down on Sunday” I promised.

  “It’s very off the beaten track so I will give you detailed instructions.”

   I wrote down the instructions. “Okay and what’s your name, may I ask?”

   “Cummings, Roger Cummings. And on the way to my place you will see a house and make sure you don’t go there please because a couple are staying there for the weekend.”

  “Roger Cummings” I thought, wondering if this could be a joke. “All right I will remember that Roger, and could I have your phone number please” I said writing it down. Okay I’ll see you on Sunday then” I said.

“Looking forward to seeing you,” Roger said.  

    It was a nice sunny day as Sara and I drove down the motorway and I thought of the times that I had driven this way in the Sixties to Tunbridge Wells and Petts Wood and here I was twenty years later doing the same thing.

   Sara had the map spread out on her knees.

  “Slow down now Mike because it’s the next turn off on the left” Sara informed me.

  “Okay baby” I said, slowing down.

 “Yes it just coming up, take the next left”

  I turned off the motorway and soon the road started to narrow with fields and trees on either side.

  “This is nice, go really slowly now because there is a sign post, here is the tiny village, drive through it and the turn off to Staggers is just a little bit further.

  I slowed right down now and thought what a good navigator Sara was.

  “There it is,” Sara said.

  “But it doesn’t say Staggers,” I said.

  “I know but this is it, I’m sure” Sara said.

  “Okay baby” I said, turning off the country lane onto what was essentially a dirt road barely wide enough for one car to pass another. “Well it certainly is secluded” I observed because we were travelling down a slight incline and I could see ahead for miles and there were no buildings in sight, just trees and meadows filled with grass and wildflowers.“Yes I could shoot out here without lights and have people running about naked” I said enthusiastically.

  “Oh that would be lovely, naked people set among all the trees and flowers” Sara enthused.

     “Yes wouldn’t it” I agreed. I drove further, about another couple of miles thinking to myself that we had made a mistake and no building could be this far off the beaten track, then I saw a house, a big house. “Ah there it is,” I exclaimed.

  “Are you sure that’s not the house where Roger said that the couple are staying? Sara questioned.

  “Well I don’t know but it’s a big house and I can’t see anything else in sight and we must be five or six miles off the road now” I said doubtfully. “I’ll get out and check.” I walked towards the large house but could not see any signs of habitation so I went around the back and as I looked up I saw a naked woman stare at me then run away. “Oh god, it’s the couple’s house” I realised walking quickly back to the car and jumping in. I started the engine and drove off quickly.

  “It’s the couple’s house. I saw a naked woman through a window” I said.

  Sara started to giggle. “See I told you” she said.

  I thought that if they phoned Roger then he wouldn’t be pleased at all but I never had imagined that someone could own hundreds of acres of land and build houses on it several miles in the deepest part of the Kentish countryside. Victor Lownes “Stocks” was far off the road but this was a lot further. I drove another couple of miles and then I saw it. There it is, it’s huge, I’ve never seen anything like it in my life” I exclaimed in surprise.

  “Oh yes it’s absolutely beautiful Mike, this is the best location that you have ever had” Sara said rubbing her hands together in excitement.

  “Yes it’s magnificent” I agreed and as I got nearer I took in the huge house here in the middle of no-where. It obviously had been designed by some architect and was completely original. I had studied architecture but the building did not remind me of anything that I had seen illustrated. It reminded me of some exotic mansion, a millionaire’s place in some South American country because it had a Latin look. The mansion was two stories and surrounded by arched verandas. Lots of windows looked out onto the gardens which were filled with flowers and orchids.

   “A millionaire must live here” Sara observed.

   At that moment a smartly dressed man in a blazer and white flannels walked down the steps, he wore an open necked shirt and a silk scarf around his neck.

   We got out of the car and walked towards him. “Let me introduce myself, I’m Mike Freeman and this is my girlfriend Sara” I said.

  “Oh I am pleased to meet you, I’m Roger. Let me show you around” he said.

   As he showed me the palatial grounds, the flowerbeds, fountains, and landscaped gardens I realised what a fantastic place Staggers was for a shoot.

  “Right you have seen the grounds now I will show you the interior” he said.

   I followed him up a flight of marble steps flanked by statues of Greek gods. “Yes that’s what I will do, make a film about a millionaire who stages orgies where anything goes” I thought.

  “This is the lounge,” Roger informed.

  I looked around the huge room and the huge open fireplaces with dozens of tables, chairs and sofas and I was gobsmacked just as I had been when I had first seen the Manhattan suite in Mayfair. “Yes it’s marvellous” I admitted

  “Yes, isn't it just” Sara agreed.

  I knew as Roger smiled that he was mentally increasing the fee to hire Staggers but I could not hide my enthusiasm.

  “One condition of hiring Staggers is that you never speak about who you see here or what goes on,” Roger said, stopping and looking at me straight in the eyes a serious expression on his face.

  “I give you my word, absolutely” I promised thinking that it must be some kind of taboo sexual behaviour.

  “We are about to have lunch. I suppose that you two must be starving after the long drive down. Do you fancy something to eat?” Roger asked.

  “Oh yes please” I replied.

  “Yes I’m absolutely ravenous” Sara agreed.

   I looked at her and smiled because her accent always sounded so posh and since we had been living at Nick’s it had become affected upper class.

  We followed Roger and as we approached an arch leading into a large room I heard the chatter of voices and catching the intonation I knew immediately that they were queer. I was surprised because Roger did not look queer and he spoke without a trace of campness.

  “This is the dining hall and, meet a few good friends of mine,” Roger said and he led us towards a long wooden banqueting table around which were seated about twenty people, ten adult men each accompanied by a young boy. “Let me introduce you to Mike Freeman the filmmaker, he made the films that we watched What a Gay Day and Dial a Guy” he announced.

    As I looked at the men, most of whom had their arms around their boyfriends, I realised that some of the boys must be younger than sixteen, possibly thirteen or fourteen, I estimated.

   “Oh I’m very pleased to meet you all” I said, hiding my surprise and smiling and circulating around the table and shaking everyone’s hand with Sara following me.

  “Won’t you two sit down?” one of the guys said.

   I smiled and sat down at the long table and as I looked at the row of faces one of the boys made eyes at me. I smiled at the thought of getting a hot look from a boy.

  “We are going to have seafood cocktails to start, I’m Gus by the way” a guy said in an affected voice and I wondered why most queers seem to acquire this special intonation so that you could tell that they were homosexual as soon as they spoke.

  “Yes, I love seafood,” I agreed.

  “Me too, especially if it’s spicy” Sara enthused.

   “Well my dear I will make a spicy hot sauce especially for you. By the way you did not mention your name darling” Gus said.

   “It’s Sara.”

   As she spoke I realised that I had forgotten to introduce her, but I wasn’t absolutely sure whether I had done or not.

   As Gus served the seafood cocktails I noticed they were not the usual prawns in seafood sauce but a mixture of shellfish, prawns, lobster, and crayfish on a bed of curly lettuce.

  “Wine red or white?” Gus’s boyfriend circulated the table filling everyone’s glass.

  “Red for me” I said and my large lead crystal goblet was filled to the brim.

  “White for me please,” Sara said.

  “I have invited a female friend Anna, a lesbian and her girlfriend Helen; if she likes your girlfriend Sara then it might be okay” Roger said smiling.

  “Thanks Roger, I’ll look forward to it” I said.

  “Incidentally would you like to use Staggers as a location for your film?”

  “Yes, how much would it cost me?” I asked.

  “Two thousand for a week” Roger replied.

  “Two thousand, well that's rather a lot, but it would be worth it, I know.” I said that I could make parts one and two of the same film.

“Everyone would have to sleep here because I couldn’t let them leave once I had started shooting” I replied.

  “Oh how many people would that be?” Roger asked.

  “About ten, I reckon”

  “No problem, the catering and accommodation would be included.”

  “I will say yes then provisionally” I said.

  “What type of film will it be, straight or gay?” Roger asked.

  “Bi” I answered laconically thinking that there would have to be every kind of sex with orgies and so on. Plots went through my head and the sex life of a playboy millionaire went through my mind.

  “When do you think that will be?” Roger asked.

  “July, but I have to write the script and cast it and get people who are prepared to stay on location for a week” I replied.

  Anna and Helen sat on the settee drinking a glass of wine. The room was dimly lit and their faces were illuminated by the large open fire that blazed burning pine wood logs that crackled.

  “I’m very pleased to meet you Anna and Helen. I would like to introduce you to Sara, my girlfriend. I hope that you don’t mind me calling you by your first names on such a short acquaintance” I said.

  “No of course not and we are very pleased to meet you Mike and Sara, aren’t we my darling?” Anna replied in a posh accent.

  “Yes of course,” Helen, a cute little blonde who looked about twenty replied.

  Sara got up and kissed them both on the cheek. “Yes, we are very pleased to meet you,” she said.

  I studied Anna as she looked at Sara and devoured her with lustful eyes. She had thick dark wavy hair that hung down to her shoulders and was dressed all in black leather, a tight skirt, top and long black lace up boots. Her makeup was dark too, thick eyeliner, and dark purple lipstick and I was immediately reminded of a witch.

  “I have an amusing game that I like to play with people that I have just met. I say a word and then you say another without hesitating” Anna suggested.

  “Oh yes, that would be fun,” Sara said, rubbing her hands together in delight.

  “No not you my dear, just Mike and I. You can play with Helen afterwards” she said smiling at me knowing the innuendo that she had just used.

  I returned her smile signalling that I had understood as well.

  Helen smiled at me giving me a sexy look that said she fancied me.

  I wondered what she was doing with this old dyke and decided that Anna was rich and that she was her plaything.

  “Okay then I’ll start off, fire” Anna said gazing at the flames of the fire.

  Brimstone” I replied.

 “Ecstasy,” Anna said.

 “Agony” I replied.

 “Pleasure,” Anna said.

 “Pain” I replied

  I don’t know why I was acting so perverse because I could have had some fun with the sexy little Helen. I suppose that it was because the dyke thought that she could analyse me by playing this psychological game and that she was insulting my intelligence.

  As I looked at her face in the flickering flames of the fire I was surprised to see a look of fear suddenly cross her features and she stood up. “I have had enough of this, I’m leaving with my girlfriend now” she said.

  I should have started to laugh and apologised saying that I was pretending to be a little devil, but I didn’t and Anna swept away with Helen who stared at me the disappointment plain on her face.

  I thought what a stupid idiot I had been and looked at Sara who also looked disappointed.

  “I’m sorry baby I was just pretending, playing a game” I tried to explain.

  I was kissing Sara when there was a knock on the door.

  “Shall I answer it?” Sara asked.

  “Yes,” I said, wondering who it was.

  Sara opened the door and a tall dark handsome guy of Latin appearance stood in the doorway.

  “I’m Luke and I have a present for you,” he said, handing Sara a small plastic bag.

  Sara opened the bag and it was full of herbal cannabis.

 “Oh thank you, you are so kind,” she said, reaching out and taking his hand. “Let me give you a kiss.”

  I watched as the kiss became hotter and hotter and then to my surprised Sara unzipped Luke’s jeans and got out his cock.

  “Mm you have a nice big one” she pulling him by it and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “And I love to suck big cocks like yours, don’t I Mike?” she said, smiling at me.

  “Er yeah” I replied.

  “And I love two cocks at once,” Sara said, smiling innocently as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

  The blood rushed into my penis making it as hard as iron and I took off my tracksuit bottoms.

  Sara reached up and grasped my cock in one hand while with the other she played with Luke’s.

  Luke was really surprised I could see that and I think that this was a first for him. He smiled at me a lascivious expression on his face as Sara licked and sucked both our cocks going from one to the other then looking up at us smiling. Sara lay on the bed “Why don’t you both do what you want to me?” she invited.

  Luke started to fuck her while I lay down alongside her watching her being fucked while she sucked me off. Suddenly Luke grasped both my legs and pushed them up and his penis pressed up against my buttocks seeking to bugger me. “Don’t” I said quickly forcing my legs down.

  “Yes don’t please” Sara complained a look of disapproval making her eyebrows draw together in frown.

  My penis quickly deflated and I stood up and the party was over.

  “I’m sorry Mike” Luke said without a trace of embarrassment. “I thought that you were bi like me” then he got up and rearranged his clothes and walked towards the door and opened it.

 “The weed, I grew it myself. Well I might see you later, I work here” he said in explanation.

  I wasn’t upset by his attempt to fuck me. “Goodbye Luke, It was nice meeting you and thanks for the weed” I said.

“And he was so handsome with a lovely big cock” Sara said in disappointment as he closed the door.

  “Oh you don’t eat steak poor boy, well how did you get all those muscles then, darling” Jeremy said laughing his lips pouting, hands on hips in an affected voice and stance that set all the other queers laughing.

  “I work out and eat fish, chicken, turkey, grouse, pheasant, anything except mammals.

  “Me too, I don’t eat them either” Sara said.

  Her remark brought more laughter and lots of camp tittering.

  “I bet Mike loves eating you though dear” Gus remarked.

  Sara blushed and started to giggle. “Yes and I love it” she said unashamedly.

  “And what I hear of it you are partial to big fat sausages too” Jeremy said.

  This caused everyone to break out into fits of giggling.

  Sara blushed again “Yes I love sausages, especially big fat ones” she giggled joining in the game of innuendo.

 With this everyone cracked up and one young boy who had plucked eyebrows and wore make up. “Yes Sara darling, I see that we have similar tastes in meat” he said.

  More giggles “But I like a nice sweet after my sausage, my favourite is cream horns” another boy said.

  As everyone broke out into fits of laughter I thought that most queers seemed to be rather witty and intelligent and wondered why they were doomed never to reproduce unless they had a “beard” and were bi.

   Sara sat there giggling while everyone waited for her response but she just sat there giggling.

  “Okay then Mike and Sara I will prepare a nice chicken dish for you. It’s my turn to cook this evening and I must get started darlings” Jeremy said, tossing his head back so that his long brown hair was flicked back and running his finger along a plucked eyebrow then sauntering off followed by the laughter of his gay friends.

  I wondered if these boys were the older men’s regular boyfriends or whether they worked here at Staggers as young male prostitutes...

  The dinner was lovely with chicken curry with Sara’s really hot, served with rice, onion, and bajis.

   After a few glasses of wine Jeremy stood up. “Does everyone want a sweet?” he asked in a camp intonation pouting his lips.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Gooseberry fool darling” Jeremy answered a big smile on his face.

   I didn’t often eat sweets but I thought that I would be social. “Yes okay, I’ll have some,” I said.

  “Oh yes, for me too Jeremy please” Sara said.

  Later Sara and I went to bed, had some hot passionate sex then I put my arms around her and was soon fast asleep.

  I awoke, it was early and I felt terribly sick. I felt the urge to be sick and just reached the toilet when I vomited and vomited until my stomach was empty yet kept retching.

    Hands encircled my head. “Mike what’s the matter, you are being sick” I heard Sara say.

  “Its food poisoning I think” I managed to gasp.

   “I’ll get you a drink of water” I heard Sara say.

   “Can you get up?” she asked.

    I tried to get up but felt so weak that I could not. “No” I gasped weakly feeling the strength draining from my limps and my heart beating rapidly then I retched again. Dimly I heard noises outside the door and the sound of voices.

   “Shall I let them in?” Sara asked a worried tone to her voice.

   Her voice seemed to come from far away then an image of Jeremy’s face flashed onto the screen in my head “It’s the  gooseberry fool darling” the image said morphing into an androgynous evil witch “It’s the gooseberry fool....ha, ha, ha” the cackle echoed through my brain. “Sara don’t let them in” I managed to say weakly.

   Sara pulled me up into a sitting position but still on the floor. “Here Mike drink this,” she said.

   I drank some of the cold water and it travelled down my throat washing away some of the acidic vomit but then it came straight back up and spewed uncontrollable from my lips.

 “Oh Mike, oh Mike” Sara said, rinsing a flannel in the sink and cleaning my naked body.

 “Come on Mike I am going to get you up into that chair” she said and getting behind me, sitting on the toilet seat she managed to lift me with a tremendous effort and get me into the bathroom chair.

  “Poison” I thought the word echoing through my mind and momentarily I flashed back to Parkhurst Prison when Aitkin had poisoned me. I felt like I was dying and I lost consciousness for a second.

  “Mike I had better get a doctor” Sara’s voice echoed to me through the mist of my vision.

  “No don’t open the door, whatever you do” I gasped weakly. I realised that I was on the verge of death and my breathing started to speed up, my heart hammering in my chest. In my head I saw an intensely bright light.  I started to travel towards it, the pain leaving me.

  Dimly I thought of Sara and I struggled to turn around and go back. I was back in my head slowly opening my eyes and I saw the sunlight shining through the French windows. “Get me outside, I want to die in the sun” I heard myself saying and I fell off the bathroom chair onto the floor and with Sara helping me I crawled out onto the veranda into the sunlight.  With Sara’s help and a supreme effort I got up into a chair and sat facing the sun...“I am going to live” I thought, feeling my breathing slowing and my heart beating in my chest. “Fight, the dying of the light, do not go gently into that dark night” the words of Dylan Thomas went through my head. “I’m going to live, live Sara” I managed to say weakly.

  “Of course you are Mike, you are so strong,” Sara said in a soft voice, her arms around me.

  I looked into her eyes and saw that she was crying softly, the tears running down her cheeks and onto me. I smiled at her love giving me strength and I knew that I was going to live.

  After a few hours sitting there in the sun I felt my strength returning and managed to drink some water. “Bring me more, a jug full” I said.

  Sara handed me a glass jug of water that sparkled in the sun and as I drank it the strength flowed back into my body and I realised that water was the most precious thing on Earth.

  After several hours I felt strong again and I knew that I might have been poisoned and that a weaker man would have died. I hoped that none of my vital organs had been damaged and in any case I believed that if they had been then I would heal them but now we had to get out of this place.

  “Sara I don’t know whether someone tried to poison me or whether it was food poisoning but you ate the same as me and you are okay, so I think that it was poison” I explained.

  “But why Mike, why would someone want to poison you?” Sara asked tearfully.

  “I don’t know but if they did then they are still out there and we have to be careful. Now when I open that door we are going to go straight to the car and drive off, so get ready to fight and if anyone does anything suspicious we will attack immediately without hesitation. Don’t think just do as I say, and remember we are warriors...So in a minute I will open that door; it’s left down the corridor, down the steps and up the driveway and into our car. Are you ready?” I said sliding open the security bolt.

  “Yes I am ready to go” Sara said, her face taking on that fierce determined look that I knew and loved. I opened the door and then we hurried along the passage and as we went down the steps Luke ran after us.

  “You must be very strong to recover so quickly...it was the weed Mike...” Luke blurted.

  I climbed into the car and turned the key in the ignition and I knew that Luke was lying by what he had just said as I drove off... “Why would he say that?” I thought.

  “Why would they want to kill you Mike?” Sara asked.

   I drove along the dirt road past the big house built here out in the middle of no-where thinking that I was risking my liberty because of my support for homosexual rights and now they had tried to kill me. “I don’t know Sara but I know that someone tried to poison me and it wasn't the weed because smoking substances affects one immediately and it tasted fine to me” I said. “It’s something to do with the gay films I think” I said and after I reached the road I felt that I was lucky to be alive. “You were so brave, my little warrior,” I said to Sara, leaning over and kissing her.

Visiting Artist

Chapter 20

I went over the West End on my own to buy some film and I went and had a look in Brunnings a second hand photographic shop where I always looked when I was over that way because they sometimes had things that I might want to buy and also the shop had a kind of fascination for me - I had been coming here for years. After looking in the window I decided to walk to Kingsway and the nearby Underground station. On the way I passed an old building on a corner and when I looked up at the plaque above the entrance I saw that it was the Royal College of Art, London University. “That must be where Peter Morel lectures” I thought and on the spur of the moment I decided to go in to see the principal and ask whether Peter was there. I walked into the imposing entrance and up to the reception.

  “Hello, what can I do for you Sir?”

  “I am a visiting artist and I have come to see the Principal” I informed him.

  “Oh right Sir I expect that you are one of the judges. He’s on the top floor, the lift is over there Sir” the receptionist informed me.

  “Thank you” I said walking over to the lift and when the door opened I got in and pressed five. The lift stopped at the second floor and a pretty girl got in carrying a painting on a stretcher. I glanced down at her painting and saw that it was a landscape. I looked at her and smiled.

  “Can I see it?” I asked.

  The girl blushed and held the painting up for me to look at and I saw that it was very delicate and feminine and I liked it immediately. “Oh I like that,” I said.

  The girl’s face lit up into a smile “Well it’s judging today and the principal disapproves of my work, he says that it’s bourgeois and decorative” she complained.

  “All this art speaks nonsense and our galleries are filled with rubbish...Well I love it” I said.

  “Oh thank you” the girl said as the lift stopped on the fourth floor. “I'll get out here,” she said.

  “Best of luck” I called after her as the lift doors closed and went up to five landings. I got out and I thought that I would have a puff before seeing the principal and looking around I found a toilet and went inside and found a cubicle. Inside I shut the door and took out the little blue ultramarine porcelain pipe embossed with a gold cannabis leaf that Sara had bought me and filled the bowl with strong Nepalese hashish and soon I was high. I was just putting away my pipe when I heard the door to the toilets open.

  “Hey Don come here quickly, this place stinks of weed” I heard a guy say. Then the sound of someone else entering. “Fucking hell your right” said a voice.

  I quickly opened the door and ignoring the two guys I shot out of the cubicle and out of the toilets and seeing a staircase I started to run up it.

  “You can’t go up there, its judging day” shouted one of the men.

  I ignored the request and ran up the stairs and seeing a door I entered slightly out of breath. The room contained a long table at which sat several men who I assumed to be the judges. I walked over and sat down at one of the empty chairs.

  “Hello, pleased that you could attend, and which college are you from?” a guy sitting next to me who I assumed was the principal asked.

  “I’m from Maidstone, incidentally is Peter Morel here today?” I said quickly changing the subject.

  “Oh no, he isn’t, are you a friend of his?”

  “Yes, he was my old lecturer when I was a mature student,” I replied.

   At that moment the door opened and a student entered carrying a painting and stood there bashfully holding it in front of him.

   All the judges then turned their attention to the student and the painting and began looking at it.  I looked too and saw that the painting was a crude pastiche of Miro.

  “Yes I quite like it but you need to work a lot harder if you are going to get it to work” one of the judges said.

   As the students entered one at a time I saw that there was not much original talent here and that except for one or two exceptions that the work was either a pastiche or a copy of a photo. Then suddenly the girl I had met in the lift entered and stood there holding up her work to be judged.

  “Yes I find it rather bourgeois and decorative” said the principal in a loud, important voice and there was a few assenting noises from the fellow judges who always seemed to agree with the principal.

   It was the best painting that I had seen so far. “Well forgive me if I disagree and I feel that to understand and read this work one has to look at it for a few minutes and then one will become aware of the latent anthropomorphic images that it contains. After a while one sees the images and thus this work enables a leap in perception. I must say that the artist relies on the accident and meditation and does not overwork the images like a lot of students I have seen here today” and as I spoke I noticed that the judges were now examining the girl’s work more closely.

  “Mm yes I see what you mean, I am going to change my mind and now I feel that I missed something before and that will say that your work does have a certain quality and that you should be encouraged to go further with the visual language that our colleague has noticed” the principal said gracefully turning to me.

  “Thank you so much” the girl said, smiling her face full of joy as she left the room.

  “What did you say your name was?” the principal asked.

  “Michael Muldoon” I replied, giving the name that Peter Morel knew me by.

  “Yes I found your judging quite stimulating” he said. “That’s it for today, Susan was the last one” he said, rising to his feet.

  I rose too “Thank you and please give my regards to Peter won’t you I said...  

Pictures on a Boat

Chapter 21

   Alan gazed at the painting, a flower piece done in delicate shades of pink that he had done in the Art Room at Maidstone Prison. “I never realised that it was so powerful, Mick” he said.

   “Yes I always think that after I have parted with one of my children” said.

  “Yes I really like it Alan” Nick Berry said. “And one can see the influence of Mike when you look at it alongside his work” Nick commented with a smile giving me a knowing look.

  “I think that I have a style of my own and that I influenced Mick, just as much as he influenced me” Alan said defensively.

  “But Alan you had never painted until you met me and you adopted my visual language” I said.

  “That’s what Emile Bernard said about Gaugin” Alan riposted.

  “Gaugin was a genius and he might have been influenced by Bernard but he was also influenced by Van Gogh and vice versa and I might have been influenced by you but I taught you to paint Alan. Look I am not in competition with you and that is why I have hung your painting alongside mine, because many people visit the institute, some of them affluent who might patronise you or have connections in the art world. I think painting is elitist and the art world sycophantic and if Gaugin or Van Gogh were here today that they would be using cameras not pieces of hogs hair tied onto a piece of wood. None of my paintings are for sale because I don’t need the money Alan” I said.

  “Come on you two stop arguing and are we going to this art exhibition or not?” Sara said sweetly.

  “All right, but you still paint Mick” Alan said.

  “Yes because for me painting is a way of communicating with the gods, and a way of casting spells” I said laughing.

  “Mike don’t let any psychiatrist hear you say that” Nick said laughing.

  “Are we going then?” Sara said impatiently but laughing at Nick’s remark.  “And why didn’t Jean come Alan, I would love to have seen here?” Sara asked.

  “Oh she had an appointment” Alan said.

  “Yes, because he did not want her to meet any old convicts” I thought laughing to myself.

   “The boat is over there,” Alan said.

   “Okay I passed a parking space about a hundred yards back. I can turn just by Waterloo Bridge and drive back” I observed.

   “I reversed back and parked the car.

   We found the boat and walked across the gangway going down into the cabin where I recognised Rose Murray of the Burnbake Trust.

   Rose immediately walked over to me smiling. “Good evening Michael, I am so happy that you could come,” Rose greeted me.

  “Yes and I’m so happy to see you outside instead of across a table in a prison visiting room. Let me introduce you to Sara, my girlfriend and this is Alan Stocker the artist” I said.

  “Oh I am very pleased to meet you both” Rose said.

  “Pleased to meet you Rose,” Alan said, shaking her hand.

   Sara kissed Rose on the cheek “I’m so pleased to meet you Rose and Michael has told me all about the good work that you do for artists” Sara said.

  “Won’t you look around?” Rose invited.

  As we walked around the exhibition I noticed that there were not many visitors and red stickers on paintings showing that they had been sold were rare and the works that had been sold tended to be reproductions of the Haywain or chocolate box.

  “It’s all rubbish,” Alan said in a low voice.

  “Yes it is rather disappointing isn’t it” I agreed, coming to a halt in front of a model of a caravan made out of matchsticks.

  “Remember those Alan” I said.

  “Yes, it's so embarrassing,” Alan said.

  “Well I think that it’s lovely and I can’t believe that it’s made out of matchsticks,” Sara said in wonderment.

  “So Kitsch,” Alan said.

   I laughed and walked over to another part of the gallery and then I spotted a painting that I liked and stopped in front of it. “Now this is an original work of art” I said. As I spoke I noticed a woman with a young boy moving closer listening attentively to what I was saying.

  “Yes I love it Mike” Sara enthused.

   “Do you then I will buy it for you” I said looking at the price tag. “Seventy five pounds, cheap at the price” I said.

   “It’s my husband’s he’s in Blundeston, thank you so much, he will be pleased” she said smiling and the boy who was obviously her son smiled too.

  “I’m buying this painting because I can see that your husband has talent and am giving it to my girlfriend here who likes it as well” I said.

  Rose came walking over and I pulled out the Videx check book with a flourish and gave her a cheque for seventy five pounds and she stuck a red sticker on it.

  “Rose, can I take it?” Sara asked.

  “No I’m dreadfully sorry dear but it has to hang until the exhibition is over then we will send it to you” Rose explained.

   I pulled out a Videx business card and gave it to Rose “Send to my office please” I said to Rose.

  As we left the exhibition Alan turned to me. “Mick, why don’t you buy some of my work?” he asked.

  “Okay I’ll come over to your place before I leave for Amsterdam and have a look” I promised.

Surrogate

Chapter 22

   “Mike, how would you like to be a surrogate?” Nick said, putting down his knife and fork and looking at me and smiling.

   “A surrogate, what do you mean?” I asked.

   Sara giggled “Oh you would love it Mike” Sara giggled taking a sip of her wine.

   I realised that she knew what a surrogate was and that she had discussed it with Nick.

   Nick was smiling enigmatically and he wiped his generous red lips with a serviette and ran his hand through his thick dark hair greying at the sides that gave him a very distinguished look. “Sara is right you would absolutely love being a surrogate Mike” he said grinning widely.

   “Okay what is it?” I said.

   “A surrogate is a person that is very knowledgeable about sex and good at it like you Mike. You know I specialise in treating cases of sexual dysfunction and I cure people but analysing what is wrong with them...”

  “Yes come on, I know a surrogate is a fucking

gigolo...” I said realising.

  “No, it's very rewarding and you would be helping me in my work. It’s not being a gigolo but a sexual therapist who discovers why a female is sexually dysfunctional” Mike said, his face becoming serious.

  “Yeah, usually because they are ugly and can’t attract men” I remarked thinking that I could never fuck an ugly woman.

  “On the contrary I have one in my books who is quite attractive and as I said you would be helping me in my work” Nick persisted.

  “Oh go on Mike...” Sara said.

   The first surrogate’s name was Wendy. I sat in the living room alone waiting for her to arrive. Sara had prepared the lounge with flowers and had dimmed the lights. Romantic music played softly on the stereo and a bottle of wine with two glasses stood on the coffee table and a large duvet with pillows was arranged on the carpet in front of the electric fire.  I realised that she had arranged it in exactly the same way when we were going to have sex and that she would be having sex with Nick while I was with this mysterious dysfunctional woman. I had told Nick that if she was ugly or unhygienic then I would not perform but just tell him what was wrong.

I heard the doorbell ring and I knew that the woman had arrived. I heard Nick’s deep upper class voice greeting her and leading her down the passage. The door opened and a woman pushed open the door.

  “Hello, can I come in?” she said in a low timid voice.

  “Yes come in, I’m Mike” I greeted her.

  The woman walked into the room and stood there self consciously. “I’m Wendy,” she said.

  “Oh Wendy, that's a nice name, why don’t you come and sit here on the settee” I said standing up and opening the bottle of wine. “I fancy a nice drop of Chianti Classico, it’s red but I have white if you would prefer it” I said.

  “Yes I love Chianti, that would be nice” Wendy said sitting down on the settee.

   I studied her as I poured the wine. I handed her a glass and sat down. She was not beautiful but attractive with long brown hair that framed an oval face, dark brown eyes, carefully made up with mascara and lips that had been rouged and although she was not my type and dressed in a plain way like a middle class woman who worked in an office with sensible heeled shoes and a jacket and knee length skirt I thought that I would enjoy fucking her, surprising her and giving her what she desired...

  She noticed my intense gaze and looked down and blushed sipping her wine.

  As I at gazed her I thought that many guys would love being surrogates and thought of all those sexually hungry guys who used prostitutes and here was this attractive middle class women paying Nick for me to fuck her. After a couple of glasses each I felt like a puff “I better not smoke in front of her” I thought because she looked so straight and it might alarm her. “Excuse me a minute, I’m just going to the loo” I said.

   As I sat in the bathroom having a surreptitious puff I thought of how bizarre this situation was and why didn’t Wendy just go over to a West End pub and wait for a guy to buy her a drink.

  I walked back in the room and sat down beside Wendy, my thigh pressed tightly against hers and looking into her eyes I noticed her pupils dilating and knew that she found me physically attractive and I pressed my lips against hers.

  She just lay there passively while I undid her jacket, opened her blouse and undid her bra, releasing her medium size breasts that had attractive pink swollen nipples. “Mm you have lovely breasts Wendy” I complimented her as I began to revolve my tongue around her nipples and suck them.

  Wendy sighed but closed her eyes and lay back against the settee.

  I knelt on the floor and lifting her skirt. I pulled off her tights and knickers and then I noticed that not only did she have a hairy cunt but that her legs and ankles were not depilated. My cock began to deflate so I thought that I better get it inside her before I lost my erection and without further ado I pushed my cock into her and began fucking her. It wasn’t a good fuck because my penis wasn’t rock hard but I managed to keep on going until her breathing became faster and much to my surprise she had an orgasm.

   “Wendy would like to see you again,” Nick said smiling.

   “No, definitely not, I couldn’t fuck her again” I

said.                                                                  

   “But why? she told me that she had an orgasm for the first time in years” Nick asked, swivelling round on his office chair.

   “Because she is hirsute with an untrimmed pussy and hairy ankles” I explained.

  “Mike you were tremendously helpful with Wendy and she has now established a satisfactory relationship with a man” Nick said.

  “I hope that she shaved her legs?” I asked with a giggle.

  “Yes of course they were rather hairy” Nick replied with a grin.

  “Hairy ankles and big hairy pussy” I said laughing.

   Sara started to giggle “I don’t have that problem” she said.

  “No you were made for love and your skin is beautiful” I remarked.

   We all sat in the lounge drinking wine listening to Nick’s classical record collection.

   “Mike, you are very good at being a surrogate and I would like you to try it again,” Nick said, looking at me earnestly, his eyes wide and sincere.

   “Not another woman with hairy ankles,” I said laughing.

   “No, Antonia is a very attractive woman,” Nick said quickly.

   “Then why is she sexually dysfunctional and paying you lots of money to cure her?”

   “I have to pay the rent here and I only charge patients what they can afford. I don’t know why she is sexually dysfunctional and that is what I want you to find out” Nick said defensively.

  “I don’t know the last experience was rather off putting to say the least and it could make me impotent, I mean I felt impotent with Wendy and only managed to attain a semi erection” I explained.

   “No Mike she was just unsuitable biologically that’s all. As I said you would be helping me with my work” Nick said a pleading look in his big grey eyes.

  “Oh go on Mike” Sara pleaded.

   Sara made the lounge into a lovers tryst, some lights, incense, soft music and two bottles of wine, Barolo and Chablis the latter in an ice bucket.

  I noticed the Barolo that Sara knew was very strong and smiled to myself as I poured out a glass. I had already smoked some Nepalese hash and felt high then I heard the front door bell that was up on the street outside and knew that Antonia was here. I suppose it was rather exciting really meeting strange women and fucking them, rather like being a male prostitute, I thought.

  I heard the door open and Nick’s deep public school accented voice and a woman answering. I could not make out what they were saying but knew that he was taking her coat and hanging it on the huge circular wooden coat hanger in the passage.

  I noticed that Sara always stayed out of the situation hidden away in Mike’s bedroom.

  Footsteps approached down the passage and I stood up. The door opened and an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties opened the door.

  “Hello Mike, I’m Antonia, pleased to meet you” she said, closing the door and walking over to me and kissing me on the cheek.

  “Hello Antonia, I’m very pleased to meet you” I said and thought “Mm my cock is too” as I felt it respond. “Would you like a glass of wine? I have a red Italian Barolo and Chablis” I said.

  “I would love a drop of Chablis,” Antonia replied.

  I handed her a glass and poured myself another. “Won’t you sit down?” I said.

  Antonia sat on the settee and I sat down next to her studying her pretty face, arched eyebrows and blue eyes that she had expertly made up, with a pink moist lipstick, white teeth as she smiled at me and wondered how she had a sexual problem because I knew that with her looks and the way she dressed in a little black dress with a tight skirt, dark stockings and high heel shoes that she could easily find a man.

  “I expect that you enjoy your job Mike, I mean going with different women all the time?”

  “I’m a pornographer actually and I get lots of women, it’s just that I’m a friend of Nicks and he is always telling me that I am an expert on sexual matters” I said with a grin.

  “So you don’t do it for the money?” Antonia asked a smile hovering around her lips.

  “No I have only done it once before and Nick wanted me to try it again and told me that you were very nice and I was curious and I must say that I find you very attractive” I said, bending forward and kissing her on the lips.

  She kissed me back pushing her tongue into my mouth and I stood up and led her towards the eiderdown, pillows and cushions that Sara had arranged in front of the fire. Then I lay on the soft eiderdown kissing her.

  She responded passionately, so I reached around and undid the zip on the back of her little black dress and slipped it off to reveal that she was wore a black half cup bra, matching panties with stockings and suspenders.

  “Mm you are lovely” I said my cock becoming rock hard in anticipation. I took off her bra and sucked her erect nipples then slipped off her little black knickers. I looked down at her carefully trimmed pubic hairs and at her shiny pink labia and desired her so I knelt in between her legs and lay on top of her kissing her and she responded fiercely arching her body, grinding her pubes against mine. I then sat up and guided my penis up against her moist vagina and went to push it in...

  “No don’t you dare” she suddenly said but still laying there her thighs open and inviting.

  I looked down at her in surprise and got to my feet immediately, leaving her laying there and opening the door of my bedroom. I went inside, got in bed and was soon fast asleep.

    In the morning I pushed open the door and she was getting dressed.

   She looked over at me a guilty look on her face but said nothing.

   Later when Antonia had left and Nick, Sara and I sat eating breakfast Nick looked at me.

  “What went wrong then Mike, you didn’t sleep with Antonia?” Nick asked.

  “She wanted me to rape her” I said.

  “Why do you think that Mike?” Nick asked, his face inquisitive.

  “Because most guys would have, she led me on until I was just about to penetrate her then she said no, and if I had carried on she would have resisted. The only way I could have carried on was to rape her” I said.

  “Mm so that’s her problem. Well done Mike and I am happy that you could exercise self control at that point because I know that it would have been difficult” Nick said in an analytical manner.

  “Why, Mike, why do you think that is?” Sara asked.

  “I don’t know, ask Nick the head-shrinker” I said. “Anyway Nick that’s it I’ve had enough that was the last time” I said.

  “Ah Mike you are perfect for the job, you have self control and understand women” Nick complained.

  “Sorry Nick, ask Lindsay Honey perhaps he could help you” I said.

  So that was the end of my career as a surrogate!

Orgy Time

Chapter 23

   “Some of my friends will be over tomorrow. You know the usual crowd” Nick informed me.

  “What to psychoanalyse me again” I said laughing.

  “Well you are a sort of unusual chap Mike and I suppose that it is natural for psychologists to be interested in you” Nick said smirking.

  “I notice that Lorna never comes along” I remarked noticing the change in Nick’s features as I mentioned his girlfriend’s name.

  “Oh Lorna, no she doesn’t enjoy that sort of thing” Nick said.

  “Why not, you do, Nick?” Sara asked.

  “She prefers just one on one” Nick commented sipping his glass of wine.

  “I don’t mind one on one but sometimes I like a bit of a change” Sara said giggling.

   I had a good smoke before the guests arrived and by the time they arrived I was high as a kite. It wasn’t long before Nick was introducing me to a rather plump middle class woman.

  “Let me introduce you to a friend of mine, Mike Freeman the filmmaker.  Mike, this is Patricia, a psychologist working in the field of sexual dysfunction, a colleague” Nick said.

   I shook the woman’s hand “I’m very pleased to meet you Patricia I said.

   “I have heard all about you Mike, you are becoming rather famous” Patricia gushed as Nick walked away.

  “My reputation precedes me,” I said laughing.

  “I would very much like to see one of your films, Mike,” Patricia said.

  “Okay I’ll give you one as a present before you leave” I promised.

  “Oh thank you that would be marvellous” Patricia said.

  “Hold on, I'll go and get one for you” I said walking away. I was just getting a video out of my cupboard when Nick came in a big smile on his face.

  “Mike Patricia wants you to fuck her” Nick said.

  “Really” I said never failing to be surprised that these seemingly respectable middle class women wanted me a bit of working class rough trade to fuck them. I don’t know if I could” I said.

  “Oh go on Mike she’s waiting for you in my study” Nick said a persuasive look on his face.

  “Oh okay then, I’ll try but I’ve never fucked a fat woman before” I said wondering whether I could.

  Patricia was waiting in Nick’s study and she smiled, licking her lips as I entered.

  “Patricia I am going to give you a good fucking” I said without any preamble then I pushed her onto Nick’s desk pulled up her skirt and pulled her big knickers to one side and pushed my cock, which much to my

surprise was erect, into her. Then I stood on the floor while she lay back against the desk and started to fuck her really hard. As I fucked her I could not believe how big and soft her body was and I thought that it was like fucking a big mattress and the word “Dunlopillow” flashed through my mind. I really fucked her hard rather like an athlete showing off his abilities, faster and faster I went and then she had an orgasm.

  “Oh yes this is what it’s all about” she screamed out...

I could not help thinking that this psychoanalyst who specialised in sexual dysfunction who must have been in her Fifties had never had a good fucking in her life...

Reunion

Chapter 24

   “We went over to see Nick’s father, the Archbishop and introduced ourselves” Alan said over the phone.

  “Did you tell Nick?” I asked, thinking that Alan was trying to climb the ladder of success in the art world again.

  “No we just went on the spur of the moment, he lives up by Wimbledon Common just up from your offices” Alan explained.

  “Really” I said surprised and I wondered how Alan had found out the Archbishop’s address.

  “Yes, kindly old chap, he was very nice to speak to. Anyway what I’ve called you about is that we, you know the Chaps are all having a meeting up at Corinna Seeds house in Hampstead and you are invited of course.”

  “Okay I’ll come when is it?”

  “Saturday at 10, England’s Lane, Hampstead” Alan informed me.

  “Oh this is beautiful” Sara said as we drove up England’s Lane, Hampstead.

  “Yes this is where a lot of the rich live,” I said.

  “Is Corinna rich then?” Sara asked as we passed lots of houses set in well tended gardens all painted white that gleamed in the moonlight.

  “Yes her family are rich, the Seeds, Alan said that they are one of the oldest families in England, whatever that means” I said.

  “Oh none of them have curtains and one can see inside” Sara exclaimed.  

  “Yes if a robber was inside all the neighbours would see him” I observed.

   “Here it is Corinna’s house,” Sara said, rubbing her small hands together in excitement.

  I pulled up outside and we both got out of the car.

  “Oh isn’t beautiful Mike” Sara enthused as I opened the front gate and we walked up the pathway.

  The door opened before we got there and Alan stood in the doorway grinning. “I saw your car,” he said in explanation.

  “Hello Alan” Sara greeted him, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Hello man, nice to see you again” I said.

  “Come in, we are all upstairs” Alan said.

  Sara and I walked into a large spacious lounge to be greeted by a cheer from the Chaps who were all here except Danny who was in prison for beating Corinna. “Glad you could come Mick” Frankie said standing up his big red, round jolly face wreathed in smiles.

   I hugged him and shook hands, then Bruce Reynolds, Jimmy Tuttle and Alan.

  “Hey where’s Samways?” I said.

  “Oh he couldn’t make it Mick but he sends you his regards” Frankie said sitting down. “Here ain’t you going to introduce me to your girlfriend then” Frank said, a broad grin on his shiny face.

  “Oh sorry Frank, Sara this is Frank” I introduced her.

  “Pleased to meet you, love,” Frank said, smiling at me in a knowing way.

  Then Sara was shaking Bruce’s hand, then Jimmy Tuttle’s as Corinna entered the room. “Oh it’s so nice to see you two again,” Corinna said, kissing Sara and shaking hands with me.

  “It’s very pleasant to see you again Corinna” I said warmly, noticing that she was dressed in a tight little black dress and wearing dark stockings with snakeskin high heel shoes with ankle straps. As she smiled at me with painted lips and heavily made up eyes, big silver hoop earrings dangled from her ears, drawing attention to the thick luxuriant black hair that set off her white oval shaped face with its high cheekbones.

I was reminded of a French hooker once again and I wondered if she always dressed this way.

  I heard a chopping noise and I noticed that Frank had a wooden board on the coffee table where he sat and was chopping up a pile of cocaine with a big sharp knife.

   I looked at him and at the knife and he smiled back a broad grin on his face. I was paranoid at seeing the knife but managed to smile back...

  “Want a toot Mick?” Frank asked.

  “No, I don't agree with that stuff. I’ll have a puff, got some good stuff here, Nepalese” I replied.

  Frank bent forward and snorted a large line up his nose. “Yeah man, the champagne of drugs. All the chaps are doing it now” he said.

  Then Bruce snorted a line, then Jimmy and Alan and they all stood looking at me, now the odd one out.

  “Come on Mickey boy, it’s the best Peruvian flake,” he said, grasping his nose with his forefinger and thumb and jiggling it from side to side and sniffing in the habitual manner of a coke snorter.

  “What about you Sara, fancy a toot baby?”

  Sara looked at me as always seeking permission when she did not have to and I nodded my head.

  “Just a little one then Frank” she said. Everyone cheered as she took the rolled up banknote from Frankie and snorted a line.

  “Come on son,” Frank said.

  “No, I've tried it and a guy that works for me always gets the best stuff I don’t like it,” I explained, pulling out my pipe and filling the bowl with hash.

  “Here, have a look at this you won’t believe it” Bruce who was standing by the window said.

  We all walked over to the window and in the lighted room opposite two schoolgirls who must have been about fifteen were dressed in navy blue school knickers, vests and ankle socks and were doing handstands against the wall.

  Next minute all the chaps rushed out of the door and I heard them going up the stairs.

  At that moment I felt like a pee and went into the toilet and the first thing that I saw was a photo of Corinna with Mrs Margaret Thatcher. They were smiling at each other, standing on a stage at some official function. As I pissed I realised that I was in the home of an enemy, a Thatcherite supporter of the New Right and all my former friends had been married off to rich girls...I walked back into the lounge and just at that moment I heard a shout.

  “Hey Mickey, come up here, we’re all on the roof bogging the two schoolgirls, you can get a much better view from here” Frankie Sims shouted, his voice echoing down from the roof above.

  A News of the World headline flashed into my mind “Pornographer Peeping Tom falls from roof while spying on Schoolgirls” and a wave of paranoia hit me. I looked at Sara.

  “What’s the matter Mike?” she said.

  “Nothing, but I have just remembered something important. Come on we are leaving” I said, grasping her hand. Then we were walking down the stairs as Corinna appeared a questioning look on her face.

 “Got to rush I’ve got a plane to catch, I almost forgot the time” I excused myself.

 Driving down England’s Lane Sara turned to me. “Mike, what's the matter? We haven't got a plane to catch” she said.

  “I know, I got paranoid, there was a picture of Corinna with Thatcher in the toilet and I just had to get out of there” I said.  

The Stud

Chapter 25

  “You and Sara are invited to a party Mike” Tuppy said over the phone.

  “Not another orgy, I couldn’t go to one of those again” I replied.

  “No I am arranging an exhibition at the Roundhouse for all the disabled artists and it will be there, a private view for all the people that arranged it and I have put the film you made of the Outsiders on show” Tuppy informed me.

  “Okay I’ll see you there then Tuppy” I said putting down the phone. “That was Tuppy. She invited us to a private view at the Roundhouse,” I said.

  “The Roundhouse, what is that?” Sara asked.

  “It’s a famous art gallery in Chalk Farm,” I said.

  “Oh goody, I love private views,” Sara enthused.

  “This is it” I said to Sara, pulling up outside the large circular building.

  “Oh how unusual it’s built in a circle” Sara observed.

  “Yes, that's why it’s called the Roundhouse,” I observed.  

    As we entered it was crowded like a noisy pub with everyone drinking wine and talking to one another their backs turned to the paintings.

“I get a glass of wine then we will have a look at the paintings. What do you want red or white?” I asked Sara.

  “I’ll have white please,” Sara said.

   I made my way through the thirsty throng surrounding a table behind which two teenage girls were serving drinks. As I queued I noticed that one of them looked really sexy and was dressed to thrill in a very tight, short black skirt and little top without a bra that showed off her up tilted breasts. I was mesmerised by this beauty until suddenly she was speaking to me.

  “Yes Sir what will it be?” she asked in a middle class accent.

  “I’ll have a glass of red and a glass of white dry wine” I said.

  “Sauvignon red and white?” she asked, pouting her rouged lips and her eyes regarding me through thick mascara makeup that surrounded her eyes and lashes.

  “Yes please” I said watching her tight little arse as she turned to reach the bottles,

  She placed two glasses in front of me “Five pounds please” she said.

I gave her a fiver thinking that it was a bit much and laughed to myself and walking over towards Sara I noticed that she was talking to Tuppy.

  “Hello Tuppy” I said, handing Sara her glass of wine.

  “Hello Mike I’m so glad that you both could come,” Tuppy said.

  “Oh we love coming to art exhibitions” Sara said smiling.

  “Your film is playing on that TV over there,” Tuppy said.

  We walked over to a TV set and there was the guy climbing the stairs as though it was Mount Everest. I didn’t like the film being shown here in the gallery and I felt a bit uncomfortable ... “After all I’m not disabled” I thought.  People were crowding around watching it. “Come on, let's go and look at the paintings,” I said to Sara.

  Just at that moment a red headed woman with large breasts approached. “Hello Tuppy aren’t you going to introduce me to Mike Freeman and his charming young girlfriend” she said smiling broadly.

  “Oh yes Mike, Sara this is Valerie a very good friend of mine” she said.

  I shook hands with Valerie. “I’m very pleased to meet you Valerie” I said thinking that she was about forty and although pretty quite plump.

  Tuppy smiled at me “I have got some more introductions to do, I’ll talk to you later” she said walking off surrounded by people who wanted to talk to her.

  “I’m going to look at the paintings,” I said to Valerie.

  “Oh do you mind if I accompany you two?” Valerie said.

  “No, not at all,” I replied.

   As I walked around the exhibition I was surprised that the overall quality of the work was good and some of it was very intense and powerful. I was surprised because I had always read that the work of the disabled wasn’t that good but the opposite was true and I realised that the disabled trapped within their distorted or damaged vehicles could be observers who could express their feelings about the world through their work.

I stopped before a painting whose motive was divided in two with love and peace on one side and a world on the other that showed pain and suffering, in the midst of people flagellating each other with sharks swimming around through space. “This is quite powerful, don’t you think?” I remarked.                      

  “Yes but the peace side is quite boring and the other side with all the perversions going on is much more exciting, don’t you think?” Valerie said, smiling at me looking into my eyes.

  “Yes it’s much naughtier” Sara said giggling.

  I noticed that Valerie’s glass was empty. “Yes but I don’t like the sharks. Do you fancy another glass of that expensive wine?” I asked.

  “Oh yes please, that’s my daughter Veronica serving the one with the red hair, same as mine. She is just trying to make a bit of pocket money” Valerie said.

  “Mm I would love to fuck her” I said.

  Valerie put her hand over her mouth and started to laugh.

  “Mike is such a naughty boy,” Sara said indulgently.

   As I walked off towards the makeshift bar I thought to myself how unshockable these middle class women were and that one could say absolutely anything to them.

   As I queued for a drink and feasted my eyes on the sexy redhead Veronica as she wiggled about in her short bondage like skirt, tottering on high heels I noticed that most people here at the Roundhouse were already in various stages of intoxication.

  Three glasses of wine, two white and one red please” I said to Veronica staring at her nipples.

  She returned with the glasses. Seven pounds fifty please Sir” she said.

  “Here’s a tenner and keep the change” I said smiling.

  “Oh thank you” Veronica said, rewarding me with a sexy pout.

  Later that week the phone rang at the office “Hello Videx” I answered.

 “Hello Mike its Tuppy.”

 “Hi Tuppy.”

 “Mike do you want to fuck Valerie?” Tuppy said in a matter of fact kind of way as if it was perfectly normal to ring people up and ask if you wanted to fuck one of their friends.

  “No I want to fuck Veronica” I replied a smile crossing my features thinking of Valerie’s nubile daughter.

  There was a laugh down the other end of the phone. “Mike, you are such a dirty old bastard,” Tuppy said.

  “Dirty young bastard, I prefer to be called” I said paraphrasing one of Kent’s lines.

 “So will you as a favour for me” Tuppy said.

 “As a favour for you? That’s a peculiar request one would think that I’m a gigolo on call” I said laughing.

  Sara looked over at me a questioning look on her face.

  “It’s Tuppy asking me to fuck Valerie” I informed her with a laugh.

  Sara started to giggle. “Oh why don’t you Mike?” she asked.

   My life I realised was becoming more bizarre every day and I was turning into a gigolo to be passed around to various women who I hardly knew.

  “Mike, shall I say yes then?” Tuppy’s voice was insistent.

   I thought of Valerie with the big tits and red hair and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. “Okay but it will have to be a Sunday,” I said.

  “How about this Sunday at 2 o’clock, at my place? You can bring Sara too if you want” Tuppy suggested.

  “What for a threesome or foursome?” I said.

  “No I always love to see your Sara, she is such a sweetie” Tuppy said giggling over the phone.

  “Sara, have a word with Tuppy will you” I asked, handing her the phone.

  “Hello Tuppy” Sara said then she started to giggle and smile at me.

   Lisa was answering one of the other phones as was Lindsay although Lindsay looked up smiling at me guessing something was going on.

   “Okay the Sunday at two, see you then Tuppy” Sara said putting down the phone.

  Sunday Sara and I drove over to Mayfair and parked up in a road near Tuppy’s. I rang the bell of the mansions where Tuppy lived and the concierge, an old man, came to answer the door.

  He recognised Sara and I and smiled. “Come to see Miss Owens, Sir, Madam?” he asked.

  “Yes thank you” I replied.

  The concierge opened the door and we walked into the plush building, walking along the red carpeted corridor and down to Tuppy’s basement flat and I rang the bell.

  “Hello Mike, Sara I’m so pleased to see you come in” Tuppy greeted us.  “Valerie is waiting for you in the lounge” she said.

  “Oh really” I said laughing.

  Sara giggled “Waiting for a good hard fucking” Sara said giggling.

  “Exactly, now you go off like a good boy and give her one,” Tuppy said in a mistress-like tone.

  “Right,” I answered.

   I pushed open the door of the lounge and there was Valerie spread out on the floor, lying on a duvet surrounded by cushions wearing nothing but a basque, stockings and high heels and by her side was a riding crop.

I looked at her surprised by her Rubinesqe beauty and her massive breasts that had large aureole and big nipples. Her cunt was covered in a thin bush of red hair and I noticed that she kept one of her fingers pressed on her pubic mound.

  Wasting no time and ignoring the riding crop I took off my tracksuit bottoms and stood above her sporting a massive erection. “What do you think?” I asked her waving my big hard cock around.``

  “It’s enormous,” Valerie said, her eyes wide.

  “What’s the whip for? Do you like being punished?” I asked.

  “Sometimes if I’m being naughty like I am now” Valerie answered coquettishly.

  “Well I am going to give you a good hard punishment fucking” I said.

Then I knelt on the floor between her legs and unceremoniously lifted up her thighs so that they were bent up onto her body, then shoving in my cock I rammed it right up her till the hilt and started to fuck her. I was like an athlete, a sexual athlete and soon I started to gasp for breathe and in Tuppy’s warm flat feel the perspiration forming on my body but I kept on fucking Valerie, harder and harder and her big tits wobbled with a rhythmic shock each time my body slapped against hers. It was like going for a run and after a while I got second wind and then began to speed up fucking her really hard then suddenly I was rewarded with her breathing speeding up too, then she was gasping, her mouth wide open.

  “Oh yes darling I’m coming” Valerie shouted out in a loud voice. “Oh yes, yes, yes and her body was contorted by rhythmic spasms of a massive orgasm and she collapsed, sighing her eyes closed.

  She was a right screamer and laughed knowing that Sara and Tuppy would have heard her in the next room. I got up leaving her laying there on the floor and opening the door I walked down the passage. “All right if I have a shower, Tuppy?” I shouted.

  “Yes of course” she shouted back and I could hear her and Sara laughing.    

Big Hands

Chapter 26

  “Oh look at those hands, they are simply enormous” Jean said laughing showing her perfect white teeth.

  I felt rather self conscious as Jean, Alan, Sara and their friend an art historian Brigit all stared at my hands. I didn’t know where to put them so I placed them on my chest palms down for everyone to see. I had not really noticed my hands were that big before and I showed them to myself palm up and realised for the first time in my life that Jean was right, they were enormous. “I hadn’t thought of it before but now you draw my attention to it, I suppose that you are right” I admitted.

  “Oh don’t worry about it Michael because it’s an indication that you are big in other parts too” Jean said, emitting peals of laughter.

  Everyone laughed and I joined in too.

  “Yes it’s a biological advantage” Jean offered especially in cases of survival, fighting for one’s life for example” Jean said the smile disappearing from her face to be replaced with a serious look. “Tell us Mike why did you kill, were you trying to kill your father?” Jean asked.

  I looked at her and wondered what book on psychiatry she had been reading and wondered why she believed this psycho-babble had any credence. “Why don’t you believe what I have told you that a hitman attacked me in my own home, wounding me and threatening to kill me and my family?” I said passionately, sad that even my friends wanted to believe in something else.

  “Where were you wounded Mike?” Jean asked.

  I held up my hands to show the deep scars that ran across them.

  “Oh your hands” Alan said as though it didn’t count.

  “Oh your hands” I said, mimicking him. “That’s nothing eh? When you are cut to the bone and your blood is squirting out of your hands then you will know what its like '' I said and suddenly I felt hot tears spring to my eyes and then felt the lachrymose flow of liquid...

  “Oh I am dreadfully sorry Michael” Jean apologised and I felt her arm around my shoulders and that of Sara also and stopped crying remembering my father’s comment when I cried.

  “Men don’t cry only girls” and a wan smile came to my face.

  “Michael I am so flattered that you could cry in front of a woman” Jean said in her posh voice and I saw Alan’s face in the background staring at how I had all the females around me cuddling me and loving me...

  “Let’s change the subject then shall we? Alan tells me that you were in love with him and told him so when you were in prison together” Jean said.

  “Yes I did love him and I still do” I said and as I said I saw Alan staring at me through his trendy John Lennon spectacles and knew that I did not love him now as I did then.

  “But you kissed him on the lips and he pushed you away,” Jean said.

  As I looked at Alan I saw a guilty look on his face like a Judas who has betrayed one. “You wouldn’t understand Jean that in an all male society, in the belly of the beast, in that terrible place, one forms very intense relationships.  I kissed him because I loved him in a fraternal way, or even paternal way...he was my best friend through thick or thin and he loved me also, I am sure of that” I said.

  “But why do you speak in the past tense?” Jean asked.

  “Because even though I still love Alan we live in a different world now, a world that is suspicious of brotherly love thinking one might be a homosexual” I answered. Thinking that is where this conversation is leading and I might as well put it on the table.

  “I never mentioned homosexuality Michael” Jean replied defensively.

  “Yes but the implication is there and let me say that I would have found any such physical relationship with Alan repulsive...

  “All right Michael let’s change the subject again. “Tell us about tripping the white light,” Jean said.

  Everyone was looking at me expecting me to talk about my experiences with LSD. “Tripping the white light was my name for a recurring experience I had on acid. There came a point at the height of the trip where I would lie down on the bed and an intense beam of white light would come through the outer wall of the cell and my body would levitate and as I felt myself lifting I would enter the beam of light and travel up it through the wall and out into the night. I would see the stars and a bright light high above me in space and I would be lifted up and go somewhere...” I said faltering trying to remember.

  “Where did you go, Michael?” Jean asked.

  “I don’t know but I was dematerialised out of my body because when I returned I would see the lights of the prison from up in space, go back through the wall see my body laying on the bed then re-enter it and then I would be inside it again looking out through the eyes...

  Everyone was looking at me and then Jean and Alan exchanged glances and I wondered what they were thinking and knew that they had discussed tripping the white light with each other.

  “I do believe that you paint” Brigit the bookish looking woman was looking at me.

  “Yes but I am somewhat of a Sunday painter these days,” I said.

  “Yes but you have a large body of work” Jean tells me and I would like to see some of it” Brigit said.

  “There are some of my paintings hanging in Earls Court but the main body of my work is at my parent’s house in Clapham Park, South West London," I said.

  “I shall have to come and see some of it. Do you see those art history books on the shelf there? I wrote them all” she said.

  I wondered if she was going to write about me and felt rather flattered but I knew as Tony Dunford had remarked that “You are not going to change the world by painting are you Michael, it’s an anachronism and elitist” and I thought of how right he was because I wanted to change the world...

An Opera

Chapter 27

  “Hazel wants you to fuck her” Sara said smiling.

  “Really I have never even spoken to her” I said.

  “She is waiting for you in Nick’s study. Go on, you know that you want to say. I saw you looking at her when she arrived and I went and had a chat with her” Sara said, smiling sweetly.

  “How about a threesome?” I suggested putting my arms around her and pulling her body close.

  “No, I already asked her,” Sara informed me.

  I started to laugh. “Well why don’t you come and watch” I offered.

  “Okay then because they are playing the piano” Sara said smiling.

  I walked into Nick's study and it was true one of the guests, a musician, was playing the piano. As I entered, a professional opera singer started to warble in Italian. There on the settee sat Hazel dressed in a white muslin dress like an actress on the stage. It was all so bizarre but everyone was so serious so I went along with it. “All the world is but a stage and we play our parts upon it” Shakespeare’s words went through my head as I sat down next to Hazel. Hazel had long blonde hair that was piled up on her head, and was in her thirties I guessed with ample breasts that swelled generously over her low cut dress. I looked into her blue eyes and kissed her red lips. The sound of the opera singer in the background making me feel as if I was on the stage and I was aware that several other guests had entered the room and were watching my performance. “The gods are enjoying my performance too” I thought as I slid one hand up Hazel’s dress and began to caress her thighs while the other found her breasts and felt her nipples between my fingers and thumb.

  Her tongue pushed into my mouth and her hand explored the huge erection that showed her that I desired her. I knelt on the thick carpet and pulling down my track suit bottoms and taking off Hazel’s knickers I slid my penis into her wet receptive cunt watching it slide in and out between her thighs as I began to fuck her. The music was pleasant and the soprano reached higher and higher notes as I speeded up the rhythm of my intercourse. It didn’t take long before Hazel’s breathing started to speed up too and her mouth started to open, her eyes closed then she came...

  “Oh yes I am in heaven” she said as her body writhed and shuddered.

  “Who is Hazel?” I asked Nick after all the guests had departed and we collected their empty glasses and carried them to the sink.

  “Oh, her husband is a builder,” Nick said.

  “A builder married to an upper class lady” I observed remembering Hazel's cut glass accent as she shouted in orgasm.

  Nick laughed and Sara too and somehow I did not believe him.

A Slave

Chapter 28

  “Mike I will be going over to our institute in San Francisco for a fortnight and I leave you to look after the place” Nick informed me.

 “Wow, San Francisco, I didn’t know that you had a branch there” I said surprised. “When are you leaving?” I asked.

  “Tomorrow” Nick said laconically.

  “Really” I said surprised again because he had said nothing about it.

  “Yes I will be going early in the morning.”

  “Oh Nick I will miss you terribly” Sara said, tears beginning to form in her eyes, and then she rushed into his arms.

  “Don’t be silly, it's only for two weeks,” Nick said.

  Next morning he was gone.  

  “Hello Mike its Jane”

  “Hello Jane, what can I do for you?” I asked.

  “I hope that you don’t mind me asking Mike, but is there any work for me?”

  Her voice sounded plaintive over the phone and I guessed that she needed some cash.

  “Well yes as a matter of fact there is this Sunday; it’s a spanking film, just you and me. Look I’ll put the script in the post to you tonight” I promised.  

  “Oh lovely Mike, I have got some bills to pay,” Jane said.

  “It will be over at my flat in Earls Court, number one the basement Wetherby Mansions. Just ring the bell. I’ll draw a little map and enclose it with the script okay Jane.

 “Oh Master I have been such a bad girl and I need a good spanking” Jane said.

  As she spoke I felt my cock tingling in response. “I’ll see you there on Sunday at twelve sharp. And any more of those spanking magazines with you in bring them along and a cane too”

  “Yes Master,” Jane replied.

I put the phone down. “That was Jane Griffiths and I am going to make a film of her on Sunday at our place and I want you to film” I said to Sara.

  “Oh goodie I haven’t had any practice for a bit now, have I?” Sara replied enthusiastically, rubbing her hands together.

  “I’m going to start writing it now in Nick’s study," I said.

  “I’ll make some coffee,” Sara offered.

  I sat down and started to type Naughty Girl.

  The doorbell rang at exactly 12 o’ clock.

“That’s Jane now, dead on time” I said.

“I’ll go and let her in,” Sara said.

   I had already set the equipment up in Nick’s study for the first scene of Naughty Girl and I went in, sat down and taking out my pipe. I filled the bowl and applied a lighter flame to the Pakistani black hashish that I had scored from Nigel. I heard the door of the apartment open and the excited voices of Sara and Jane walking down the passage. Then they entered the study as I sipped my coffee and blew out a cloud of blue smoke and I noticed that Jane was carrying a school type cane with a curved handle. “Did you bring the magazines?” I asked.

  “Yes I did Master they are here” she said holding up an attaché case that she was carrying. “It was such a good script, if I may say so,” Jane said.

  “Give me the magazines, because they are in the first scene” I said.

  Jane opened the attaché case and handed me the glossy spanking magazines that she had brought.  

  “Do you want some coffee or wine before you start Jane?” Sara asked.

  “I would love a glass of wine,” Jane replied.

  “We have some nice red Chianti, Mike’s favourite if you would like some” Sara said.

  “Yes Mistress that would be fine” Jane answered.

  “Well off you go have a chat and a glass or two of wine while I have a puff and look at the magazines” I said opening a copy of Janus that had Jane on the front cover dressed as a schoolgirl with a old man standing holding a school cane with a curved handle like the one Jane had left laying on the desk alongside the magazines.

   I opened the magazines and leafing through them I found that Jane and Evelyn featured prominently in all the magazines both Janus, Justice and Blushes. The photos all had the same theme models dressed as schoolgirls getting spanked and caned by middle aged men. I noticed as before that there was no sex only flagellation and that the men never took off the suits that they all wore in the pictures. I found the pictures erotic but I would have liked to have seen some sex too. “That’s what I am going to do now. A satire on the British disease of spanking” I thought. I could hear the girls laughing and chattering in the lounge and I started to smoke another pipe because I wanted Jane to have a good drink...Then I heard Sara coming along the passage.

  “We are ready for action Mike” she said.

  “Right, bring Jane down here and we will start” I said. I had the microphone gaffered onto the light and I had already tested the sound and switched on the camera and set up the first shot on the monitor.

Jane and Sara walked into the study and Sara got on the camera and took off the locks.

  “Now Jane this is the first scene and I am sure that you know your lines. So sit down in that chair and Sara will set up the first shot” I said.

  Jane blushed like the naughty girl that she portrayed in the magazines and sat down in the chair opposite me. She was wearing the blue suit with the zips over her breasts that she had worn in the scenes she had shot with me and Lindsay for the Videx Video Show. Her lips were rouged a bright red, her eyes heavily made up and her thick dark, wavy hair surrounding contrasted with her pale face.

  “Ready for action Sara?” I said, feeling really stoned.

  “Yes, ready for action” Sara confirmed.

  “Right get ready to roll ‘me, action I said looking at Jane. “Jane I have got some magazines here in which you obviously have posed for. What have you got to say for yourself?” I said.

  “Nothing Sir” Jane answered, casting down her eyes, her face assuming the ambiguous look, half afraid, in the pictures.

  “Do you like being spanked as you appear to be in these photos?”

  “Yes Sir” Jane answered.

  “Well good because I have always wanted to spank that cute little bottom of yours. I have been reading some of the text in Janus and you always call the men Master, and that’s how you will address me now, is that clear?”

  “Yes Master,” Jane replied.

  “Now for being such a naughty girl I am going to give you a jolly good spanking” I said.

  “Yes Master,” Jane replied.

  “Right cut” I said. “That was excellent, now we will move into the surgery” I said.

  “Shall I help you Mike?” Sara asked.

  “No but I would like another coffee,” I said.

    I moved all the equipment into the surgery and set up the opening shot for the first scene as Sara arrived with coffee and biscuits on a tray. I ignored the biscuits and smoked another pipe until I was high as a kite.

  “That first scene went really well but the next scene is going to be fucking mind blowing” I said enthusiastically. I got up and started to move the empty cups off the scene as a signal that I was ready to start.

  “Is everyone ready?” I asked.

  “Yes, ready Mike” Sara confirmed.

  “Yes Master,” Jane said.

  “Well then let’s start making movies and action,” I said looking at Jane.

  “Now you naughty girl get up on the couch and kneel down on all fours” I ordered in an imperious tone.

  “Yes Master” Jane said and she got up onto the couch and knelt down on all fours.

  I walked over and pulled up her skirt then pulled down her black nylon knickers until they showed her cunt from the rear. I picked up the school cane and cut the air with it making a swishing noise. “Stick out that cute little bottom of yours and put your waist right down” I ordered and Jane obeyed, sticking out her buttocks. I brought the cane down and a thin red line appeared.

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes Master”  

  I brought it down again and again until Jane’s buttocks turned a bright pink.

  “Now sit up, turn over and get your legs up in those stirrups” I ordered.

  Jane obeyed, turning over, lying on her back with her legs wide open in the gynaecological couch.

  I undid the zip on the trousers of the suit that I was wearing realising that this was the first time that I had worn a suit for ages and got out my cock. “No cocks in any of those photos is there? that’s because they pretend it’s nothing to do with sex the perverts but the people that buy those magazines are all wanking over them. Do you understand Jane?”

  “Yes Master,” Jane agreed.

  I walked over and started to rub my cock around Jane’s face. “Suck it” I commanded.  “What I am going to do to you now my naughty little girl as a punishment for posing for those perverted pictures is to fuck your tight little arse” I said.

  “Yes Master,” Jane replied.

  I stood in between her wide open legs looking down at her gaping cunt and the small pink anus and I began to spank her buttocks, the inside of her thighs then her cunt until it was a roseate pink then taking a tube of lubricant I anointed her anus until it was wet and shiny. “Have you ever been buggered before Jane?” I asked.

  “No Master,” Jane answered.

  “Well let’s see if you like it as much as being caned” I said pushing in my erect penis and beginning to fuck her arse.

  Jane closed her eyes and I knew that she was enjoying it.

  “Open your eyes and look at me while I am buggering you” I ordered.

  “Yes Master” Jane said obeying and looking at me, her face assuming the same expression as in the magazines.

  I fucked her arse until I felt like I was going to come. “Oh yes Jane I’m going to shoot all my hot spunk right up your tight little arsehole” I said, gasping and ejaculating profusely until my legs nearly gave way...

  Cut” I said.  

Valeting

Chapter 29

  John showed me around the yard. Karl dressed in grease stained overalls was valeting a car with a steam cleaner. Karl looked at me, a surly look on his face communicating his dissatisfaction.

“Where’s John?” I asked.

“He’s in the office,” Karl said.

“I thought that you would be at stage school today,” I said.

  “Nah, Dad took me out, wouldn’t pay the fees after Mum left, said I had to work in the yard” Karl informed me wrinkling up his handsome features into a look of disgust.

   As I looked at him it was obvious that he was John’s son because he reminded me of the John I once knew as a teenager: Skinny with a mass of curly black hair, handsome features and a snub nose with freckles on his face. I had come across his passport when I lived at John’s and I was surprised that his name was Karl Malden instead of Curry like his father.

  “I expect that he pays you well for doing this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “No I only get thirty plus my food and so on” Karl said wrinkling up his nose in disgust.

  “Karl if you need anything just ask me, okay” I said.

   Karl smiled “Okay Mike I could do with a puff though” he said with a boyish grin,

  “What you’ve started puffing?” I asked.

  “Yeah I used to smoke your pipe when you wasn’t around man” Karl admitted.

  I went behind a car and broke a bit off the hash I had and peeled off fifty from my bankroll and stuffed it into Karl’s hand.

  “Thanks, cool man, don’t tell Dad” Karl his eyes looking straight into mine and twinkling.

  “Of course not,” I confirmed.

  John was sitting in the office “Hello Mick” he said looking up.

  I noticed that he was smartly dressed in a suit as always and it was obvious that he didn’t do any manual work in the yard. “Nice business you have here John” I said.

  “Yeah, all the chaps in the trade send their cars to me and when they leave they look brand new. We wind the mileage back a bit too!” he said laughing.

  I laughed along with him looking down on his greying head thinking that I would love to kill him...thinking of the time out on the motorway when his henchman had tried to kill me and Sara.

 “Now what I wanted to talk about Mickey boy was the orders” he pointed to a fax machine on his desk. “I want you to fax them through to this number, not the office” he said, giving me a business card with the phone and fax of the valeting company on it.

  “Why not the office?” I asked.

  “Because how are you going to know whether Lindsay is fiddling or not?” he said looking up at me stroking his chin.

 “He could fiddle us anyway if he wanted,” I observed.

 “No, I have arranged for an accountant from Cohen and Cohen to come in every Friday and check the books and I will be getting the orders for the homo stuff here on the fax” John said a serious look on his face.

  “Well I suppose that you can’t be too careful but now that he is going to run the office he will have to have a rise and get twenty five per cent of the cash” I said firmly.

 “Why he’s not a partner?” John protested.

  “Look John, you have to trust him because he will be running the office. Why not make him managing director of Videx UK because I won’t be able to come back after a few months of not reporting to the probation office? Not that I want to” I said.

  “Why don’t you just come back once a month and report, and after a while it goes down and down then you don’t have to report anymore,

I know because one of my pals done a life, know what I mean” John said looking up at me.

  “No John, they want to get me and I can be lifted off the street anytime on this license bullshit. I don’t feel safe anymore” I said, expressing my fears but not mentioning the Sword of Damocles.

  “They only supposed to recall you for a crime of violence or if you’re a danger to the public,” John said.

  “Look John, they have said that I’m running a criminal enterprise and I’m engaged in organised crime. We know that it's bollocks but they can say that because I’m engaged in crime I’m in danger of recommitting my offence, no they can fit me up” I replied.

  “But once the homo stuff is off the market they won’t bother” John replied stroking his chin.

  “Look it won’t take them long to find out what I’m doing in Holland” I said.

  “But can’t they stop it then, if they find out the full SP then?” John asked a worried look on his face.

  “No they can’t stop it because it's legal in Holland and you will be sending out the orders, no I’ve worked it all out” I assured him.

  “You are a clever bastard Mickey, but I don’t reckon that we should give Lindsay twenty five per cent of the cash” John said an obstinate look on his face.

  “Well it will stop him trying to fiddle and also we want to give a little brown envelope to the accountant when he comes up” I saw the look of annoyance on John’s face. “Just a few quid John, that’s all. My cash you can send it registered to my flat, all right” I said.

  John looked at me. I hate giving hard earned money away, especially cash” he said.

  I thought yeah, you fucking old miser and I knew that he was always using his Videx credit card to fill up his big Merc and buy goods with and he hardly ever used his own cash these days. “I know but there is plenty especially from the gay films” I said to annoy him.

  “Yeah those irons are fucking each other’s arrises all the time the dirty poofs” he said a grin on his face.

I knew that even though he was grinning that he was homophobic “Yes they are highly sexed and love our films” I said.

  “I’ve never watched one” John admitted then he started to chuckle “Do you know what I gave one to a pal of mine for a laugh, I said this is a hot one loads of anal” John said breaking out into a laugh, tears forming in his eyes. “He went fucking bonkers at me, he said that you ought to be locked up” he said.

  “So he watched it then” I said laughing.

  “No, as soon as he saw the beginning, what was it, Dial a Guy he turned it off” John said wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

  I’ll make some more in Amsterdam there’s loads of gays out there” I said.

  “Soft bastards,” John said, the smile disappearing from his face.

  “No, some of the Butch ones are as hard as nails, and they dress all in leather with big studded boots and carry knives and don’t forget Ronnie Kray” I reminded him.                

  “Okay Lisa you can go now and take your wages, they are in the table drawer in an envelope in reception” I said.

  “Oh thanks Mike,” Lisa said.

  I had started to leave the money that I was giving Lisa in reception because she started to get embarrassed when I gave it to her. I knew that John wasn’t going to give her any.

  “Lindsay when I go to Holland I will  be making a film over there so it’s your job now to find the actors, guys as well and arrange for them to be sent over” I said.

  Lindsay had a phone on each ear and was scribbling down names and addresses.

  “Okay Mike don’t worry I can handle it. I have a couple of nice chicks in the office and I’ll be using them too, don't worry man” Lindsay laughed, showing his white even teeth fluffing up his hair in the habitual manner of his.

  “Of course John will be sniffing around here more often when I am gone and he has already arranged for an accountant from Cohen and Cohen to come up here once a week to do a bank reconciliation statement” I said.

“No problem,” Lindsay said.

  “The cash that comes in you will start taking twenty five percent and divide the remainder between me and John. Your wages will go up and you will be managing director of Videx UK. Give Lisa a bit of cash too but don’t let John know and don’t have too many girls on the books working here, I know what you’re like you will have a fucking harem up here” I said laughing.

  Sara laughed too. “And Lindsay come over and see us sometimes, because we will miss you,” she said.

Diseased

Chapter 30

   As I pissed I felt this itchy feeling in my urethra and immediately I suspected some kind of urinary infection. The next time I went for a piss I pissed into a glass and held it up to the light and there was blood in my urine, not fresh blood but a nasty looking piece of old discoloured stuff about a quarter of an inch long floating there as confirmation that an infection existed in my water works. I walked back into the office showing no signs of the fear I felt and after Lisa had gone I phoned Nick who had just arrived back from the States.

  “Hello Nick,” I said, trying not to sound too worried.

  “Yes Mike.”

  “I’ve got a bladder infection, some nasty looking discoloured particles of old blood hanging in my urine” I said.

  “Oh really, well don’t worry my doctor friend, a urinary specialist will be here until seven and he will have a look at you” Nick said.

  “Okay I’ll be home well before then” I said.

   I sat answering the phone trying to carry on as usual but I couldn’t concentrate. I wanted to get back to Earls Court and find out what was wrong with me.

  I looked at the clock and it was half four all the phones were still ringing and Lindsay, Sara and I were taking orders as fast as we could write them down. I must have looked worried because I noticed Sara looking at me.

  “Mike is there something wrong?” Sara asked a concerned look on her face.

  “I wasn’t going to say anything but yes, a slight problem I’ve got a bladder infection” I said glad to share my worries with someone else.

  “How do you know Mike?” Sara asked.

  “I took a sample and it contains discoloured blood and its itching inside, you know the urethra” I explained.

  “Sounds like you got the old gonorrhoea Mike” Lindsay said a smile on his face. He was right down the end of the office but obviously had good hearing even though he was answering the phone.

 “It’s not funny Lindsay,” I said.

  “Sorry Mike but it’s nothing, an occupational hazard with me. I just go over to the gyno clinic in Praed Street, they give you a jab and it’s gone in a week. Does it feel like you are pissing broken glass?”

  “No, it's itchy inside my urethra,” I explained.

  “Don’t worry Mike it’s nothing, a jab of antibiotics and you will be fine” Lindsay said sympathetically.

  “I don’t take antibiotics,” I replied.

  “Well you will have to if you want to be cured” Lindsay advised.

  “Don’t worry I’ll find an herbal cure” I said emphatically. “Come on time to pack up, I want to leave a bit early tonight to beat the traffic because I want to get home, there’s a doctor at Nick’s place” I said.

   I drove up the hill to Wimbledon Common and the traffic was not that bad and it wasn’t long before I got to Hammersmith and the dual carriageway to Earls Court. I rang the bell and was soon inside the flat to be greeted by Nick and his doctor friend who rented the gynaecological clinic and knew all about urinary infections.

 “Mike this is Dr Jim Kinsella, a friend of mine, Jim let me introduce you to Mike” Nick introduced us.

 “Pleased to meet you doctor” I said.

 “Mike, call me Jim please, now what’s seems to be the matter with you old boy?” Jim  asked.

  “I’ve got a urinary infection, itchy urethra and discoloured old blood in my urine” I said.

  “You seem to know all about it Mike, can you give me a sample?” Jim asked.

  “Yes, I think so,” I replied.

  “Mike’s a natural doctor, has an instinctive knowledge whereas I’m a head doctor” Nick said laughing.

  “Come into the clinic Mike,” Jim said.

   I pissed into the sample bottle that he gave me and he held it up to the light. “Hmm yes you are right you do have some kind of infection and I will get Nick to get a blood sample done” Jim said.

 We went back into the lounge where Sara sat talking to Nick, a worried look on her face.

 “You look like one of those guys I have been seeing over in San Francisco. There's a virus going around there called AIDs” Jim said smiling.

I went pale and fear clutched at my heart. “I don’t think I have anything serious” I replied hoping that I didn’t.

  “Nick I want you to take a blood sample and get it off to the lab” Jim said getting up to leave. Give me a ring when you get the results...” Jim said.

 Nick stuck the hypodermic into the vein in the bend of my arm and I screamed “Oh” the sound came involuntary as I flashed back to when Dr Tuck took a blood sample for the Old Grey Fox.

 Sara was looking at me a concerned look on her face.

  “Mike it didn’t hurt that much surely” Nick said a surprised look on his face.

  “No I just had a painful memory of when that corrupt pathologist Dr Tuck took my blood, it wasn’t you Nick” I said.

 “Oh I see” Nick said sympathetically.

 “How long will it take to get the results back?” I asked.

  “Only a couple of days,” Nick replied.

   I felt ill and worried for three days until the results came back and I knew that it was something serious as soon as we got home Saturday evening and Nick stood waiting in the passage standing outside his study.

  “It’s E coli Mike” Nick informed me.

   “E Coli” I repeated because I had read about people dying from it and I wondered if someone had poisoned me...my heart started to beat faster thumping in my chest.

“Yes Mike it’s only in the early stages and your white blood corpuscle count is really high and your immune system is fighting back. I’m going to give you a course of antibiotics and you will be cured.

  “Oh that’s good,” Sara exclaimed a pleased expression on her face.

  “I’m not taking antibiotics” I said thinking that I would rely on my immune system and find a herbal cure.

  “Why not Mike?” Nick asked.

  “Because I will find a herbal cure, antibiotics destroy the flora in the gut for six years and create a time bomb effect and I don’t want to rely on them” I said.

   The next day I went to an herbal shop and bought a tin of a herbal compound that the herbalist prescribed me. When I got to the office I made the herbal tea and started to take it several times a day including lots of water in order to flush my bladder. I took samples of my urine every day and soon it looked clear. I still took the tea every day and soon I felt a lot better.

That Sunday I felt cured. “Let’s all go for a run” I suggested feeling on top of the world.

 “Oh yes that would be fun” Sara said.

 “Okay Mike,” Nick agreed.

So we all drove up to Wimbledon Common and started to run round. I felt all right but slightly weaker than I usually did but I did the whole circuit then at the end of the run I broke into my usual sprint and suddenly I felt my legs give way and I was lying on the ground feeling very ill.

Nick and Sara rushed over and with an effort lifted me up and helped me back to the car.

Sara drove and I lay back in the front seat feeling as if I was dying.

  The next day Jim arrived and examined me. “You had a relapse Mike, didn’t you know that the worst thing that one can do when one is healing is to do something really strenuous like running? Quite a few fit people have thought that they could run off an infection by wrapping up and going jogging and they have dropped dead, it stresses the immune system and as you had one gets a relapse you were damn lucky” Jim informed me.

 I looked at Nick and he looked guilty because he didn’t warn me but then “perhaps he didn’t know” I thought after all he was a head doctor and as he had admitted not very good at physical things.

I felt really ill and emotional and that evening while watching some starving African children on TV I broke down and cried. The tears just started to roll uncontrollably down my face.

  Nick looked at me a worried expression on his face while Sara sat an arm around me comforting me.

“Why don’t you let me prescribe you some antibiotics Mike?” Nick asked.

“No, I will drink the herbal tea again, I was nearly cured” I said stubbornly, the tears still running down my face, tasting salty in my mouth.

The Fast

Chapter 31

   I was so weak that I could not get out of bed the next day. Sara get me a big jug of water and make me a pot of tea” I said.

  “Nick said that E Coli infection is very serious and that people have died from it. He said that you ought to take antibiotics, he said if you did you would be cured” Sara said.   Her face wore the concerned serious look that I had come to recognise and I knew that she was worried and that she really loved me.

   “Sara I’m not going to die and I am going to go on a three day fast and drink lots of the herbal tea and water and flush this microorganism right out of my body” I said then when I looked at her face and stared into her large liquid doe like brown eyes a tear rolled down my face and I realised that when one is really ill one becomes uncontrollably emotional and the tears flow easily. I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself just that I had so much to live for and as Sara returned with a large jug of water and lifted it to my lips I held it and drank it all right to the last drop. “Go and fill it again please” I said weakly.

Sara returned with the herbal tea and more water and I drank them down.

“Shall I get more Mike?” Sara asked.

“Yes my adorable one, just keep the jug full and cover me with blankets I am going to survive don’t you worry.  I want to sweat, '' I said. I remembered the cures of old before doctors gave drugs to lower one’s temperature and antibiotics and during the fever one would live or die, strong men would live and the weak would die. As I lay there I closed my eyes and I saw a huge battlefield with my soldiers dressed in red and the enemy dressed in black and wearing Nazi like helmets. There were millions of them, battalions marching, suicide squads into the red trying to overwhelm them by weight of sheer numbers alone but the reds fought back. My brain was trying to solve the mystery of how I had got the infection and it came up with one or two answers. I had noticed a strange smell in the room and when I asked Nick what it was he explained that sometimes it came from the sewers...perhaps it was that, then another answer came up...anal sex, excreta had entered my urethra, either that or the micro organism had been in something I had eaten. Paranoia swept through my brain; who could it have been if I had been poisoned? What I did know was that it would have been easy for someone to make up an E Coli culture and put it into my food. “No, not Nick my brain shouted and I knew that paranoid schizophrenics often focused on those closest to them, even their best friends, and I was getting paranoid because of the infection.

   Sara piled the blankets upon me and then got into the bed and I felt her body sweaty and hot and the perspiration running down me in rivulets.

I awoke the next day alone in the bed and panicked for a moment.

   “I’ve made your tea Mike, are you sure that you don’t want something to eat?” Sara asked.

 I looked at her naked, standing above me, her long black hair falling to her waist and I loved her so much that I felt a tear run down my cheek.

  “No thank you I don’t feel hungry and I can feel the strength returning to my body” I said managing a wan smile.

On the third day I awoke I could hear Sara in the kitchen probably making the tea I felt much better and I crawled out of bed and with an effort I stood up and took a few faltering steps then returned to the bed and crawled back in panting for breath and I felt so weak.“This must be what it’s like when one is really old” the words went through my brain. But I sat up and knew that I was healing because I was stronger than yesterday.

   Sara walked in with the tea. “It’s the last day of your fast” she said brightly and you look much better” she said brightly placing a tray down next to the bed.

   I sipped my tea and I and it was true I felt a lot better and I knew that I wasn’t going to die and I would be on my feet again tomorrow.

   “Mike I have read that pets make one feel better and I’m going to drive over to Karl’s and get Mars. Nick has agreed that he will be all right here and I miss him terribly” Sara said a pleading look in her eyes.

I realised that I had forgotten all about Mars and I had initially thought that a dog couldn’t live in a basement flat in Earl’s Court and I didn’t think that a doctor would want a pet around either. “Okay, are you sure that you will be all right driving over there?” I asked.

“Yes I am all right and I know the quick way over Hammersmith Bridge '' Sara said with a smile on her face.

“Okay then but can you stop off at Nigel’s and try and get me some herbal weed and also buy some fresh garlic, it contains a powerful antibiotic” I said.

 When she was gone I drifted off to sleep then I was awoken by the sound of a dog and a wet tongue started to lick my face. “Mars” I said, throwing my arms around him.

Sara came in smiling “I am so happy to get him back, Karl said that he was pining for me”

  “Oh it’s nice to have him back” I said.

“I got the weed from Nigel, he said that it’s organic and home grown here in England” Sara enthused.

 “Great, get me my pipe and can you chop three or four cloves of that garlic up?” I asked. I swallowed the garlic with lots of water and felt it burning its way down my oesophagus and down into my gut where I knew that it would go straight into my urinary system.

Recovery

Chapter 32

 “I am going into the office today, I feel much better” I said to Sara.

 “Oh great Mike you look much better, the colour is returning to your cheeks, I was getting so worried...” Sara said, putting her arms around me.

“I’ll cook you a nice breakfast, scrambled eggs, tomatoes and kippers” Sara said.

“Oh yes I’m starving but I think that the fast did me the world of good.

“I’ll ask Nick if he wants some,” Sara said.

I sat down at the breakfast table while Sara cooked then Nick entered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“You two are up early and Mike Sara tells me that you are going into the office today” Nick said.

“Yes I feel much better after fasting and stoking up the fever” I said.

“I think that you are a good doctor Mike and that you will cure yourself but one couldn’t prescribe this sort of treatment for most patients because it would kill them” Nick said chuckling and sitting down at the breakfast table.

Sara came over, put some toast on our plates then started to spoon generous quantities of scrambled eggs on top then placed a kipper next to it. “There’s more if anyone wants it and the toast is on as well and I’ll get the marmalade” she said.

 “I have been trying to work out how I came to be infected with the E Coli microorganism because it’s usual to eat meat from animals whose carcasses are soiled with excreta   and I don’t eat mammals, only poultry” I said.

“Yes it’s puzzling but didn’t you say that you might have caught it from anal sex, because the irritation that you felt in your urethra indicates that possibility...Nick offered.

“Yes I think that you are right and never again, no more anal sex for me” I said vehemently.

“Mike all you have to do is to piss afterwards and you will be fine” Nick said.

 I never knew that it could be sexually transmitted” I said.

“Yes and your experience proves it” Nick said smiling tucking into his breakfast.

 “However I must mention that sometimes we get the smell, and that means gas, from the sewers in our bedroom” I observed.

 Nick's face fell. Yes I have tried to get the council to look at it but I hardly think that it could be that, but I’ll get onto them again” Nick promised.

 I sat next to Sara as she drove to the office and I noticed how calm she was when driving unlike myself who sometimes got angry and frustrated at pulling up at all the traffic lights. “You are a good driver” Sara I complimented her and you always keep your cool.“Thank you” she said as we entered Hammersmith and headed for the Bridge.

 As we drove over I looked down at the river.

“There's a nice pub down there over on your side, do you remember when we took  Nigel there?” I said.

“Yes it was beautiful sitting by the river, but isn’t it strange that we pass this road now every day on the way to the office?” I said.

“Yes we should pop in to see him more often now” Sara said.

“Yes we should” I agreed as we passed the end of Nigel’s road and continued on to Putney. Soon we were passing Wimbledon Common and I looked at it wondering when I would be fit enough to jog round it again without having a relapse. “I will soon be jogging round it again, the common I mean” I said.

“ Yes but not yet Mike it’s too soon” Sara said.

“Oh I’ll give it a few more weeks” I said because I have to let my body completely heal first” I said. We drove down Wimbledon Hill past the railway station on the left then turning right into Merton Road we pulled into the petrol station and parked outside the office. As Sara opened the door I admired my paintings that one could see through the glass of the stairway and particularly the landscape I did that idyllic day Sara and I went painting from life in a wood in Oxfordshire and we had spent a happy day with the two little girls...I looked up at the painting and stopped before it on the stairs. “Do you remember that beautiful day when I painted that up in Oxfordshire?” I said.

“Yes Mike I will never forget, it was such a happy time...” Sara said wistfully

“Yes, sometimes I wish that we could return and just spend our lives painting,” I said.

Flashback

Chapter 33

 I awoke with a splitting headache, I usually didn’t take painkillers but the pain was  severe. “Do you know where the aspirins are, Sara?” I asked.

 “I’ll have a look Mike” she replied.

 I lay on the bed massaging the back of my neck in order to bring blood into the arteries that I was sure had all tightened up and were giving me this awful pain.

Sara rummaged around looking in cupboards and so on but she couldn’t find them.

“l have to phone Nick. Can you give me his number?” I asked Sara because Nick was down at his country house for the weekend.

“Here you are Mike,” Sara said, giving me the book.

“Can you phone and say that I want to speak to Nick please Sara” I asked because the slightest movement caused me agony and also I did not want to chat with Anne at this particular time.

Sara dialled the number “Hello Anne, yes I’m fine, how are you?  Mike no he has an absolutely terrible headache and he wants to ask Nick where the aspirins are” Sara said looking at me.

“She’s gone to get Nick” she informed me. “Oh hello Nick, Mike's got a splitting headache and he wants to know where the aspirins are” Sara said, her eyes still on me, her face wearing a concerned look. “Oh they are in the little cabinet in your study in a small unmarked brown bottle, thank Nick, yes and you, bye” Sara said, putting down the phone. “I’ll go and get them,” she said. A minute later she returned holding a small brown glass bottle. “Here you are, I’ll get you a glass of water,” Sara said.

 I popped one of the tablets into my mouth and washed it down with some water. “Ah that’s better, thank you” I said.

“Shall I cook some breakfast?” Sara asked.

 “I could have some coffee toast and marmalade, but you have what you want” I said laying down on the bed my hands around the back of my neck.

Sara returned with the coffee and as I sat up to drink it there was a terrible pain in the back of my head which suddenly disappeared while I felt a sensation inside my brain like a flower opening its petals and I saw a flashing like. I was tripping. I knew it. Paranoia hit me like a sledgehammer.   “Was the aspirin tablet LSD or am I having a flashback?” My heart was racing and remembering I started to deep breathe my mind racing. “What was I doing here, waiting to be nicked and sent to prison? I must be stupid staying, you fool you should have left months ago. I was filled with a sense of urgency. I had to get out now I knew it and miraculously my headache was gone and I was in a state of heightened perception. I looked at Sara’s beautiful face, her large liquid brown eyes full of love and I stood up.

“Sara we are leaving, going to Amsterdam” I said, picking up the phone. “British Airways please, yes connect me please. British Airways, I would like to book two seats, one way, to Amsterdam. “Yes, I can pay by credit card," I said. Flights this afternoon, every hour, right thank you, goodbye” I said.

Sara was looking at me in amazement.

“What we are leaving now, today?” she asked.

“Yes immediately, we had better pack out things” I replied.

“Oh goody this is exciting, I love Amsterdam but hadn’t we better tell Nick?” Sara asked.

“No tell nobody, I’m acting on intuition and I have found during my life if I didn’t obey it then the worst happens. I’ll phone him when we get there, but you can write him a little note if you want. As soon as we are packed I’ll phone a taxi” I said.

  We checked in our luggage and soon we were boarding the plane and sitting in our seats. “I’m escaping, I should have done this months ago, why be a martyr, who is going to cry when you go to prison? Only this beautiful girl who is sitting next to you” I thought, turning and looking at her.

 Sara smiled “I’m so happy that we are leaving” she said. “And it’s so exciting.”

  “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking and we are just about to take off, so will you please fasten your safety belts” then he repeated it in Dutch.

 The stewardesses walked along the aisle checking seatbelts and making sure everyone’s luggage was packed away properly. Then we were taxiing along the runway and I braced myself because I knew that taking off and landing were the most dangerous part of flying then we were airborne. I looked out of the window and we were high above the clouds and I looked down seeing the green fields of England and towns that looked perfectly geometric from the air then the coast of England, the cliffs and the English Channel and as I looked down I thought that I would never see the land of my birth again a land that had brought me so much suffering in the past because I was “ a pornographer,” now I was going to a more liberal country where I would not be persecuted for making erotic images... I was tripping in my head and over the sea...

Arrival

Chapter 34

  The taxi was a Mercedes Benz and the driver drove fast as if he was a getaway driver and soon we were in Amsterdam pulling up outside the Hotel Port Van Cleefs right next to the big post Office. A guy came out to collect our bags and I tipped the driver.

 “Do you always drive so fast?” I asked with a grin.

The driver laughed. “Thank you Sir, yes now I go back to Schipol and get another fare” then he jumped back into the taxi and he roared off up the road back the way he came.

We checked in and the room was big and well furnished.

I felt hungry and took it as a good sign that I was healing but because of my illness I still felt a bit weak and thought that I would eat some vegetarian food. “Come on, let's go out and eat,” I said to Sara.

“Oh yes please I’m absolutely ravenous” she admitted.

 “I used to know this vegetarian restaurant in the Sixties and I wonder if it’s still there. It’s called the Golden Temple. We walked across the road down past the Royal Palace and across Dam Square, past the Peace Memorial where several dealers hung about. That’s the Peace Memorial” I informed Sara. A dealer hissed “Coca” but I ignored him and walked on followed by “heroin.”

“Do they really sell hard drugs here in front of the Peace Memorial?” Sara asked.

 “They probably rip people off,” I said.

 “Do you think so?” Sara said.

 “I don’t really know but I would never buy anything from them” I said. We walked on and I saw a shop and the window was filled with knives and daggers of all different kinds. “Come on let’s go in here first I want to look at the knives' ' I said. Sara and I went into the shop and after a while my eyes alighted on a blackened steel knife in a sheave that clipped to one’s waistband. I pointed to it and the assistant, of which there were several, took it out of the display case and handed it to me. “I’ll take it,” I said.

“Can I see your passport Sir? We have to take note of everyone’s nationality by law if you buy a weapon” he said.

 I took out my passport and gave it to him.

“Ah British” he said, filling in a form then he took my money, gave me the knife in a box and put it in a bag.

“Why did you buy a knife Mike?” Sara said.

 “I need it to protect us both, you never know when danger might strike and it’s always best to be prepared. I know that I’m still physically weak but I will soon get fit. We walked along Damstraat and then I saw the Golden Temple. “It’s still there,” I said pleased. “Come on, you will love this place” I said. We walked in and were greeted by a man all dressed in white robes and guided to a table.

“Oh this is nice,” Sara said. “Who are those people with the white robes?” she asked.

“I think that they are some kind of religious sect and vegetarians themselves” I said looking around and noticing that the restaurant was as I remembered it all those years ago. It was decorated in an oriental style and ethnic music played softly in the background. I picked up the menu and studied it, noticing that not many people were in the restaurant.

A waiter all dressed in white approached our table.

 “Sir, Madam, have you decided what you are having?” he asked in English.

“Can you make a recommendation and this young lady likes really hot spicy foods” I said to the waiter.

“Well I recommend that you both have this dish which contains nuts and spices and is served with fragrant rice and Sir how hot would you like your dish?” the waiter asked.

“Medium, and do you have a wine list?” I asked.

“Sorry Sir, we don't sell alcohol. But we have different teas.” the waiter informed me.

“Have you got Jasmine?” Sara asked.

 “Yes Madam and how hot do you really want your food?” the waiter asked.

“Oh really hot please, I’m Malaysian and we use lots of fresh chillies in our food” Sara said smiling.

“Yes Madam then I will tell the chef to use lots of fresh chillies when preparing your meal” the waiter said politely.

The meal was delicious and I couldn’t believe that food could be so tasty without using meat or fish. “Come on, let's go to a coffee shop I haven’t had a smoke for ages,” I said. I had stopped smoking hash when I was ill. I suppose that it was some kind of survival instinct but I was recovering fast now and I felt like a smoke. There were lots of coffee shops around and we went into one where the girl serving offered us a menu which contained lots of little packets of hash stuck onto two pages.

   “Oh this is good, one can sit in a nice little place and smoke in peace” Sara commented.

Would you like a coffee or some freshly squeezed orange juice?” I asked.

“I’ll have the orange juice please” Sara said a happy smile on her face.

 I ordered a coffee and a glass of orange juice and then I realised that I hadn’t got a pipe because I had deliberately left it in England, so I bought a gram of herbal cannabis, a packet of big papers, a lighter and a small packet of paper tips.

Sara sipped her orange juice through a straw. “Mm it’s lovely, I do love Amsterdam” she said smiling happily.

“So do me” I agreed, smiling at her happy face. I opened the small plastic bag and taking some of the weed. I spread it, put some in the large paper and rolled a spliff, making it thicker at the top and sliding in a rolled up tip into the end. Then I lit it and inhaled and as the smoke filled my lungs and the THC hit my brain I felt myself relaxing for the first time that I had been ill.

 The sound system was playing the Stones and then the Beatles all the old Sixties hits and I felt myself feeling really good. I looked up at a chalk written menu behind the bar and I saw “cannabis tea” written there. Then I noticed “hash cake.”

 “Sara, would you like some hash cake with a cup of cannabis tea?” I asked.

 Sara looked at me and giggled. “Really they sell it here!” she exclaimed a surprised look on her face.

“Yes, look up there on the menu” I said thinking that I should have been drinking hash tea as well as herbal tea to cure myself.

“Yes all right Mike I’ll try some” Sara agreed.

“Two cannabis teas and one piece of hash cake” I said to the girl serving behind the bar.

“Chocolate or strawberry cake? the girl asked.

 “Chocolate please,” Sara said.

When we got back to the hotel I phoned the office.

“Hello Videx,” Lindsay answered.

“Hi Lindsay you're running the show now son, I’m in Amsterdam with Sara, so tell John that I am getting things set up out here” I said.

“Okay Mike, are you all right, I mean I heard that you were really ill” Lindsay said and as he spoke I heard a snorting sound and smiled.

“Yeah Lindsay I’m back on my feet again, it’s great out here and I just went to a coffee shop and had some cannabis tea, cannabis and chocolate cake and a puff and I'm a cured man” I said laughing.

Lindsay started to laugh. “Sounds cool I’ll have to come over for a few days once everything’s sorted man” he said.

“Yeah, that will be great,” I agreed.            

Happy Days

Chapter 35

Breakfast was good, boiled eggs, toast jam, cheese and croissants with a pot of tea. I drank the tea then asked the waiter for more.

“Is not one pot enough Sir” he questioned me.

“No, I need lots of fluid. I have a kidney problem” I replied.

The waiter looked at me sympathetically. “Oh sorry Sir” he said and fetched another pot.

 I didn’t have a kidney problem yet but I knew that the E Coli could travel up the tubes leading to the kidneys and damage them and so I drank large quantities of fluids to flush them through. “I feel a lot better today and I fancy going over the Vondel Park to do a bit of training” I said.

“You don’t think that it’s too early,” Sara replied.

“No, I won't train hard, just a little work out” I promised.

The sun was shining as we walked to the park dressed in our tracksuits and trainers and the park was full of people sunbathing and I noticed dozens of pretty girls dressed only in their knickers soaking up the rays. I thought that in England they would never do that and that the Dutch were obviously more sexually liberated than the English.

As I stretched with Sara I felt really great and I took off my track suit and worked out in a vest and shorts the sun beating down on our bodies. After a while I started to do press-ups and other exercises and I knew that my strength was returning.

“Let’s go for a little run, I feel really strong” I said to Sara.

Sara looked at me and smiled. Not too far then Mike” she said a concerned look on her face.

“Okay just a little trot” I said and I tied my tracksuits bottoms round my waist and off we went. I felt really good and we ran about a quarter of a mile until we came across a little restaurant right in the middle of the park.  

“Let’s go in here and have a snack” I suggested.

“Mm yes this place looks nice” Sara agreed.

 We went in a small gate set in a low railing fence and made our way among the crowded tables where lots of people sat eating and drinking.

It was self service and we queued and I selected a salad and cheese baguette, and a beer while Sara chose a fruit salad and prawn and salad baguette. We carried our food outside and sat down at one of the tables eating our food.

“It’s so pleasant here,” Sara said.

“Yes it’s really nice I agreed and crowded and licensed too” I said.

“Oh look at that dog over there it’s so cute” Sara said.

I looked to where she was pointing and saw a pit bull sitting docilely under someone’s table then looking around I noticed a few other dogs and all of them were pedigree. “That's a pit bull, they are really good dogs but very vicious sometimes, so don’t go and stroke it” I warned.

“Oh Mike I wish that I had Mars here, he would love it and I miss him so much” Sara said a sad expression on her face, her large dark eyes liquid and full of love.

I realised that I had forgotten all about the dog. “Oh that reminds me I’ve got to phone Nick, but once we move into the flat, and it’s only two weeks now then I will see about getting him over” I promised.

“Oh that will be marvellous” Sara exclaimed rubbing her hands together.

 “Yes and you only have to take him out of the garden door right into this park” I said smiling and enjoying the happy look of expectation on Sara’s face.

“I think I’ll have another one of these” I said looking at the label. “It’s really nice and it says that it’s brewed by monks in a monastery in Belgium on the label.”  

“I’ll go and get it and I think I‘ll get another fresh orange juice” Sara said smiling.

 I watched her going to get the drinks and I realised that I had not consumed any alcohol since becoming ill and I knew that I was a person that could go on a strict regime when illness threatened and cure myself and the words “Physician heal thyself” passed through my mind.

 Sara returned with the drinks and gave me the beer that I drank straight from the bottle. As I sat there in the sun drinking the pleasant beer I could hear the sound of music and applause. “Do you hear the music?” I asked Sara.

“Yes, what is it?” Sara asked.

“Sounds like a concert shall we go and see?” I suggested.

 “Oh yes let’s” Sara replied.

   We finished our drinks and set off towards the sound of the music. As we approached I was surprised to discover a full size stage with seating and a grandstand full of people. We made our way to where the seats were and sat down on two empty chairs.

 There was a band on the stage playing rock music and as we sat there listening to the music I could smell cannabis. I looked and saw a couple of guys smoking spliffs so I made one up too and lit it. After a while I felt pleasantly stoned.

Sara looked at me and smiled “I love Amsterdam, it’s so free here” she said.

 I offered her the spliff of pure grass “Have a little one, it's nice when you are listening to music” I said.

“Just a little one she agreed and taking the joint she took a hit.

I waited for her to start coughing but she didn’t. “You didn’t cough,” I observed.

 “No, it 's so smooth,” Sara said.

“Yes I think that it’s really good stuff” I said. We sat there in the middle of the Vondel Park on a hot summer’s day and I wished that I had stayed in this pleasant place when I first came here in the Sixties. My life would have been so different and my soul felt at peace here as though I belonged. “I’m going to stay here for the rest of my life” I thought.      

Hennie

Chapter 36

 “I want to try and find Hennie, you know the Dutch guy I told you about. I think I know where to find him” I said.

Sara and I walked down the Leidsetraat towards the Leidseplein   I passed a shop with lots of hash pipes in the window and went in a bought one then we walked down until we reached the big square of the Leidseplein that was filled with hundreds of chairs and tables and people sitting around in the sun eating and drinking outside the many restaurants that lined the square. “There, over there, the Bulldog he started off that place” I said pointing to the large building with the bulldog sign outside with dozens of people sitting outside smoking cannabis and eating and drinking. We went down a short staircase into the coffee shop where pop music played over a sound system and people sat on tables and chairs with others sitting on stools at the bar.

Sara followed me to the bar and we seated ourselves on two stools.

“What would you like to drink Sara, fresh orange juice?” I asked.

“Yes please Mike” Sara replied.

 I ordered an orange juice and a coffee and watched the attractive girl behind the counter cut three oranges in half and hold them on a gadget that looked like a domestic lemon juice squeezer. It spun around and the juice flowed out, then she placed the juice in front of Sara on the bar and then made my coffee. I sipped at my freshly made coffee and noticed a guy selling hash over in the corner.

 “I am just going to get a deal” I said to Sara then I went over to the guy who showed me the menu. “What’s the best hash?” I asked.

“The Turkish” the guy replied.

I bought a gram of the Turkish. “I am a friend of Hennie, the guy that used to play for Ajax. Do you know where I can find him” I said.

“Yes, you go to the street market and there you will find his father. You get the tram here” the guy said and he gave me directions.

 “Come on, we are going on a tram ride” I said to Sara.

   “Oh goody, I’ve never been on a tram before,” she said an excited look on her face.

We waited at the tram stop until the yellow tram came along ringing its bell and we got on and sat down. The tram was very noisy and it was easy to tell we were at the market because lots of shoppers, mainly women, walked in the road and many women passengers carrying shopping bags got up ready to get off the tram.

“Come on, this must be it” I said.

We alighted from the tram and followed the shoppers towards a road that was lined with stalls selling fruit, vegetables, cheese and other edible goods as well as clothes and household utensils and I was reminded of East Lane in London where I used to sometimes shop on a Sunday. We walked along the street until I recognised a fruit stall that the guy in the Bulldog had described and I walked up to the man serving. “

Hello I’m Mickey, a friend of your son Hennie. Do you know where I can find him?” I asked.

 “Oh yes Mickey, Hennie told me about you” he said, shaking my hand.” If you give me your phone number I will give it to him” his father replied.

 “I’m staying at a hotel at the moment under the name of Mike Freeman, the Port van Cleefs next to the Post office” I said.

“Okay I know it and will tell him but he is away at the moment but will be back in Holland again soon” Hennie’s father said, shaking my hand again.

“Okay bye and give your son my regards” I said.

Dutch Mafia

Chapter 37

As I looked around the red light district I noticed that there were lots of sex shops called “Erex” so I looked up their office and phoned.

“Hello Erex,” said a male Dutch voice.

 “I’m an English film producer representing a company called Videx and I wonder if we can do any business” I said.

I made an appointment to show them some of my titles and Sara and I went to the offices which were in the Zeedijk just opposite Amsterdam Centraal railway station.

“Hello Mike Freeman of Videx here” I said into an intercom.The door was opened by a big, tall aggressive looking Dutchman” This way he said tersely without any form of greeting.

Inside the office were three men who I knew from my experience of Dutch prisons in the Sixties were members of the Underworld.

“I have some of my titles here to show you” I said and I handed a guy a copy of the Videx Video Show our top seller.

The guy put the video into a player and the titles came up the Videx Video Show with music then a cast list. As the video played the three tough looking guys glanced at the screen but seemed more interested in me.

“Why have you come to Amsterdam?” The one who seemed to be the boss shot the question at me.

“I am here to sell my films,” I said.

The boss waved a heavily bejewelled hand at me, the diamonds on the several rings that he wore flashing and glittering like sparks of fire. “These are not your films, they are American copies' ' he said, an evil grin on his face.

“Of course they are mine, I made them and my name is on the credits as director” I protested.

“I said that they are American copies and you should get out of Amsterdam” the guy said in a threatening manner.

Then one of the other gangster types with a big heavy gold chain around his neck suddenly picked up a baseball bat.

Just as quickly I drew the dagger from the sheave clipped to the waistband of my trousers and backed towards the door.

Sara opened it and we both ran out of the door and down the Oudzidburgwall until we reached the bottom darting in and out of the crowds of people who thronged the pavements.

We stopped out of breath but there was no sign of pursuit, not that any of the big guys could have kept up with us I was sure.

“Why did they threaten us and think that the films were not ours?” Sara asked.

“Oh they knew that they were ours but they didn’t want any competition from us, they are selling all the American titles and in the States the Mafia is the main producer” I explained. I was beginning to feel good now after a bit of excitement and I realised that I was almost back on my feet and my health had returned. I was still drinking the herbal tea and eating raw garlic everyday and smelt like an old French peasant!

“Come on, let's go for a Chinese meal, I’m hungry after that run,” I said. I had seen a Chinese restaurant near the shop where I had bought the knife and we went there and had a nice meal.

That night before we went to bed intuition told me that we were still in danger and I pushed an armchair against the door, as well as securing the door chain, and balanced a metal ashtray in between it and the armchair so that it would fall if anyone opened the door. That night I was awoken by the sound of the ashtray falling. I was awake immediately and picking up my knife I crept silently towards the door. I heard whispering out in the passage and saw that the door was open a few inches and a hand was trying to find the chain. I moved silently towards the door then raised my leg in a martial arts stance. I front kicked the door with all my strength.

There was a loud scream out in the passage then the sound of muffled oaths and feet running away.

Sara rushed into the room carrying her Malaysian dagger having been awakened by all the noise. “What’s going on Mike?” she said, her eyes wide.  

“I think that it was the local Mafia” I said thinking of the Dutch gangsters who had threatened earlier that day.

“What were they going to do?” Sara asked a worried look on her face that made her eyebrows draw together.

“I don’t know but I expect that it was to injure us or even kill us” I replied.

I thought that she didn’t show any fear but was ready to fight and I was glad that she was with me.

The next day I had a chat with the doorman and said that I wanted a room opposite and we changed rooms. “Do you want to rob the Post Office?” the Dutchman joked as we moved into the room.

I looked out of the hotel room window and it led directly onto the roof of the big main Post Office and laughed. “No, I sell films, it's an easier way of earning money” I said.

The next day the doorman told me that he had thrown a guy out of the reception who he saw was wearing a gun!

I thanked him and we became friendly and I said that I would give him a job working for me when I moved out of the hotel and started in business over here. I realised that it might be heavy but I was determined not to be frightened off what looked like a lucrative business producing videos in Holland. I would supply other shops as well as exporting all over the world from here. I would meet fire with fire and I knew that I would arm myself as soon as I discovered where to buy firearms.

The Brotherhood of Light

Chapter 38

There was a knocking on the door “Who is it?” I shouted.

“It’s Hennie, open the door” came the reply.

My heart filled with joy and I went to the door and opened it and my old friend from Maidstone threw his arms around me and embraced me.

“Hello Mickey it’s nice to see you on the out” Hennie said.

I looked at his big florid face and bulbous nose, the way he smiled and spoke and I flashed back a decade and he didn’t look much different except for a bit of grey in his black hair. “You haven’t changed a bit Hennie” I said.

Then I noticed Sara sitting on the bed smiling and I realised that I had forgotten all about her. “Let me introduce you to Sara, my girlfriend,” I said.

Sara got up and shook hands with Hennie. “I’m very pleased to meet you” she said smiling at him then looking at me signalling that she fancied the handsome Dutchman. I realised that I hadn’t fucked her since I had

been ill and that as she was highly sexed then she was dying for a fuck.

Hennie pulled out an enormous roll of notes and thrust it into my hands. “Here is some cash, Mickey,” he said.

I looked at the roll of notes and handed it back to him. “Hennie, I'm rich, I don’t need your money. But thanks all the same, I’m earning plenty from the pornography” I said.

A look of disappointment crossed Hennie’s face.

“Pornography, why don’t you give all that up and come and work for us the Brotherhood of Light, with your brains we could go far together” He said smiling.

“Hennie I like making erotic films, they are the best in my country and it satisfies my artistic desires” I said wondering why most people thought that pornography was rubbish and knowing the answer was because most of it was. I was always on the defensive about my chosen career.

 I grinned at Sara and she smiled back. “How would you like some sex with Sara?” I said thinking that I was doing my old friend a favour.

 “No, my body is pure at the moment and I am meditating in the temple every day” he answered not looking at Sara.

I saw the look of disappointment on her face.

“Here I have some of our cannabis here, it’s the best in the world,” Hennie said, pulling out a bag of greenish looking weed and thrusting it into my hands. “Go on, try some” he encouraged me.

 I loaded up my pipe and inhaled and I was really high within a few seconds and I saw Hennie’s face grinning at me distorted as if in a funfair joke mirror.

“Wow it’s so powerful” I heard my voice saying as if it was disembodied.

Then Hennie was spraying something around the doorframe, some kind of perfume to hide the smell and a wave of paranoia hit me and for a moment I thought that I was back in prison.“I will be going now Mickey and I will be going on my yacht to Afghanistan but when I come back I will come and see you” Hennie promised.

“But I might not be here then because I am moving into a flat near the Vondel Park” I explained.

“Just leave the address with my father and I will come there,” Hennie said, opening the door.

Then he was gone and I felt a tear trickle down my face and realised that I still felt very emotional and that I wasn’t cured yet.  

Going Back

Chapter 39

The phone was ringing waking me up and I reached over and picked it up. “Hello” I said.

“It’s John, how’s it going over there Mickey?” John’s gruff Cockney voice was unmistakable and I wondered why he was ringing me early in the morning. “Mickey you will have to come back, just for a couple of days, you can go straight back if you want but Old Bill is watching the bank and I have to move it” John said an urgent tone to his voice.

What he was saying brought me wide awake and going back to England was the last thing I wanted to do. “Why don’t you get Johno and Karl to help you?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m getting rid of him, too much aggro, I’m getting this other geezer, a pal of mine, Karl’s too young yet” John said.

“But what’s wrong with this other guy?” I protested.

“He is still in the boob, comes out soon but this is urgent Mickey and I need your help now. I can’t send the orders out” John insisted.

“Okay, I'll come back for a few days,” I said.

“When are you coming?” John asked.

“If it’s that urgent I will try and get a flight today, if not tomorrow” I replied.

“Okay Mickey you’re a diamond” John said.

“Okay John” I said, putting down the phone, my mind flashing back to that icy road when he sent someone to kill me and Sara and a pang of doubt entered my mind. “Why was I going back, why didn’t I just stay in Holland and set up on my own?” I thought.

“Were you speaking to John?” Sara asked.

“Yes we have to go back for a couple of days”

I said.

 The plane touched down at Heathrow and we got the train back into London and went straight to the office. I rang the bell and Lindsay came down the stairs grinning through the glass at me. “Welcome back boss, Sara,” he said.

 “Hello Lindsay” I said, following him up the stairs past my paintings that still decorated the wall. “I’ll have to get them shipped over” I thought.

Lisa greeted us as we walked in “Hello Mike, hello Sara. Did you have a nice time?” she asked as if we were returning from a brief holiday.

“Yes fabulous” I answered as Sara went and kissed her on the cheek.

I picked up the phone and dialled John’s number.

“Hello,” John answered in his unmistakable voice.

 “I’m back,” I said.

“Okay great Mickey, you can sleep at the bungalow tonight and I’ll be round about two o’clock in the morning, all right son” John said.

  “Okay John, I'll be waiting” I promised.

  After Lisa and Lindsay had left I turned to Sara. “I’m staying at the bungalow tonight but I want you to stay at Nick’s” I said.

 “Oh Mike, why can’t I stay with you and Karl at the bungalow?” Sara protested in her little girl’s voice a pleading look on her face.

   “I’m going out in the middle of the night and I don’t want you to be there in case the police come around” I said. Really I didn’t trust John and I thought that my life could be in danger and so could hers because it had occurred to me that I could be killed.

“Ring up Nick and tell him that you will be coming over and I will meet you here tomorrow and we will get a flight back to Amsterdam the next day” I said. “So stay at Nick’s and ring up here in the morning” I said.

“All right Mike if you say so” Sara agreed reluctantly.

That night I sat in the bungalow with Karl keeping me company. I had bought a knife and a sheave before I went to the bungalow and if John made the slightest wrong move I vowed to kill him and whoever tried to help him. He didn’t know that I knew that, he had tried to have me killed and that was to my advantage and I started to feel strong and confident again in my fighting abilities and the infection seemed to be completely gone. Karl and I sat in the bungalow smoking weed and we were both as high as kites when I heard the sound of John’s Merc pulling into the driveway.

 “That’s your dad now” I said a slight tinge of fear gripping my guts. I stood up and grasping Karl’s hand and hugging him. “You will have to come over to Amsterdam and see me one day” I felt a genuine affection for the son of my would-be murderer and wished that he was mine.

“See you Mike,” Karl said.

“Yeah see you” I replied walking to the door and opening it. Outside John’s Merc stood waiting with the engine running and I glanced into the back before I opened the door and got into the passenger seat because I did not want anyone garrotting me from the back.

“Hello John” I greeted him.

“Glad you could make it Mick” John said, diving into Wandle road and accelerating sharply. “Yeah Old Bill has been watching the bank but I have been watching them, the cunts. They go home as soon as Johno’s left and they are waiting for me to visit him and load up and catch me bang to rights” John explained.

“Slippery bastards,” I commented.

“Yeah they think they are but I’m slipperier than them” John said giggling in the high pitched manner that reminded me of our youthful days of juvenile delinquency.  

 We were travelling along the Sutton-by- pass now and I recognised paces as we flashed past. Soon he began to slow down then turning off the main road he drove the big saloon down a narrow entrance to a row of lock up garages.

“Here’s the slaughter,” He said, chuckling.

 I was on my guard immediately and his use of the Underworld slang made me go into a state of high alert that other people call paranoia but which I knew was the highest state of survival and my hand tightened on the big Bowie knife as I got out of the car into the night. I was aware of the star-filled heavens as John unlocked the garage and we went inside and if anyone had been inside waiting I would have killed them swiftly without hesitation but there was no one, only banks of video machines.

John quickly started to unplug the machines, carry them out and put them into his car and soon it was full.

“We will have to come back for a second load,” he said, locking the garage and jumping into his Merc “We will drop these off at the bungalow and I will move them tomorrow.”

Then we were driving fast along the Sutton- by- pass again back to Morden and the bungalow where John pulled straight into his big garage, then it was back again to get the rest.

I slept at the bungalow that night and as soon as I awoke I drove to the office where Sara was waiting.

“Hello Mike, I was so worried,” she said.

“Oh I’m fine but I can’t wait to get back to Amsterdam” I said, hugging her and feeling good to be alive.

“Shall I book your flight for tomorrow Mike?” Lindsay asked.

“No, make it the day after because I want to get a few things done before I leave” I said.

Treachery

Chapter 40

 Sara and I arrived at the office with Mars the dog about ten o 'clock and as usual all the phones were ringing. “Last day in England, last day at the office” I said with a smile.

“I love Amsterdam Mike, I will miss a few friends though” Sara said wistfully.

“Oh don’t worry they will love coming over to see us because Amsterdam is such a cool place” I said. We started to answer the phones and I phoned up magazines and took out long term advertising using the Dutch address scheduling them to appear when we would have moved into the flat...Ten o’clock came then half past. “They should be here now.”

“Lindsay is always late and he should be here soon but Lisa is always here about nine thirty after she has taken her children to school” Sara said.

 “Phone her up and see what the problem is Sara” I said thinking that I hope the office is not run this way when I am not here. I had put coupons on the ads in the magazines which customers cut out and sent in with a cheque and Videx would still get orders but lots of people liked to ring up and ask for a brochure to be sent and I suppose to check if it was a genuine company.

Sara rang Lisa's number “Hello Lisa, what John told you not to come in today” Sara spoke out loud.

 “Give me the phone please” I said. “Hello Lisa there must be some mistake because there is no one here, only me and Sara. Can you come in please?” I asked.

“Okay Mike I’ll be there in fifteen minutes” Lisa replied.

Lisa arrived at just gone eleven. “I’m sure that John told me not to go in today, he said that I wasn’t needed” Lisa insisted.

“He must have made a mistake anyway. I'm glad that you are here” I said.

About midday the front doorbell rang. I Looked out of the window and saw two men who even though they were dressed in civilian clothes I identified immediately as members of the Porn Squad. I realised how slow and stupid I was after Lisa told me that John had told her not to come in today. Not saying anything I took Mars and let him into the stairway where he started to bark loudly. He looked fierce but the Alsatian was just a big pet but he would put the police off for a minute or so. I walked back into the office “It’s a police raid” I announced.

Frightened faces looked at me. “Oh no, Sara said her eyes wide...Lisa just looked scared and I read in her eyes that she knew that John knew that the police were coming and that John had betrayed me.

“Open the door,” the police shouted from outside.

 I looked out of the window and two police officers were looking up at me.

“Michael J Muldoon we have a warrant here to enter and search the offices of Videx Ltd with reference to an allegedly obscene video the Videx Video Show” shouted one of the detectives.

“My name is legally Michael J Freeman and I am not letting you corrupt officers in. I am going to phone my solicitors now” I shouted down.  

“Michael don’t be silly I am detective inspector Kruger of the Obscene Publications Squad and I can help you if you cooperate” he said.

I closed the window and got on the phone and rang Malman. “Hello Ted Mike here, I am being raided by the police” I said a sense of urgency in my voice.

“Have you let them in yet?” Malman asked.

“No, but they have a warrant for the Videx Video Show under the OPA” I replied.

“Okay Mike I’ll be right over” Malman promised.

“Okay Ted, thanks” I replied then I dialled Offenbach’s office. “Can I speak to David, it’s urgent, Mike Freeman” I said to his secretary.

 “Okay Mr Freeman, I’ll put you through” the secretary replied.

 “Hello Michael, how can I help you? David Offenbach asked.

“The OPS are outside and they have a warrant under the OPA for the Videx Video Show” I said.

“All right I’ll be over as quickly as I can” Offenbach answered.

“Thank you David,” I said, dialling the operator. “Put me through to LBC Radio please” I said.

“LBC here” the radio station answered.

“Hello this is Mike Freeman of Videx Ltd, Merton Road, Wimbledon and we are being raided by the Obscene Publications Squad” I said dramatically.

“Okay Mr Freeman you are live on LBC can you describe what is happening” an announcer said.

 “I’m Mike Freeman producer of erotic entertainment for adults and in spite of a previous police raid nearly two years ago and the confiscation of film master cameras and other tools of my profession and enormous pressure from Scotland Yard’s Porn Squad to take two gay films off the market, Dial a Guy and What a Gay Day.  I have continued to supply the public of this country with videos both heterosexual and gay, films featuring consenting adults that are legal in every other European country excepting Ireland '' I said.

“Thank you Mike Freeman we will be sending reporters and we will keep in touch” LBC radio promised.

Then I phoned Gay News “Hello can I speak to the editor please?” I said.

“Hello Dennis Lemon, editor here. What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I’m one of your advertisers selling British made hardcore uncensored porn films. I am being raided now by the Porn Squad from Scotland Yard. I have been under pressure from the Home Office to take my gay films off the market and threatened with prosecution if I didn’t”...Just at that moment there was the sound of breaking glass.

“I don’t know whether you heard that but they are smashing their way into the premises of Videx Ltd” I said.

“Yes I heard it and I will be sending a reporter and a photographer down there. I have your ad here, Merton Road, Wimbledon, is that right?” Dennis Lemon asked.

“Yes, that's right," I confirmed.

“One more question, are you gay?” Dennis asked.

“No, but no one is exclusively one hundred percent heterosexual and I have had gay experiences mainly when I was younger and I am sympathetic” I said thinking about letting Brian Kibblewhite suck my dick.  

“Okay Mike, thank you for reporting your news, best of luck, bye” Dennis said, putting down the phone.

Feet running up the stairs and a banging on the passage door. “Come on, don’t be silly, open the door, I just want to carry out my warrant and search the place, then we will leave” a voice who I recognised as Inspector Kruger’s penetrated the thick steel reinforced wooden door that I had put in to withstand such a raid.

  Then I remembered the customer’s names and addresses and the three dustbins and gallons of bleach that I had especially prepared to destroy them because they would be visited by the porn squad, especially the gay ones. I tipped trays of address disks into the dustbins until they were half full then I poured on the bleach.

 I was on autopilot now and I had programmed myself what to do if a raid happened. One thing I didn’t plan on was the fumes that started to make me splutter and cough as the bleach reacted with the paper and plastic frames of the stencils on which the customers’ names were printed then Sara and Lisa were coughing too...

 “Go down the other end” I said and they moved up the far end of the office. There was the sound of loud crashing noises as the police tried to batter the door down. I got some water and poured it under the door.

 “Okay turn the current on, electrocute the bastards” I said in a loud voice. I laughed like a maniac as I heard the sound of feet running back down the stairs. And I thought to myself “You are fucking mad, Michael, stark raving mad” what was I doing? I think that there was a method in my madness and I was determined to obtain maximum publicity and go out with a bang rather than a whimper. I knew that careful plans had been made by those corrupt bastards above and that I would be going to prison later but now I was acting the little devil and beginning to perversely enjoy myself. I went back into the office and Lisa was sitting down at the end of the office crying, tears streaming down her face.

“Sara I fancy a nice cup of tea” I said grinning.

“Okay Mike” she said a resolute expression on her face.

“Lisa don’t cry, I won’t be able to keep them out for long and you will be able to go home later. If I were you I would phone someone now and ask them to pick your children up when they come out of school” I advised.

“Mike they are climbing up the back windows” Sara called from the little storeroom where she was making the tea.

I laughed but my laugh sounded like a cackle in my ears. “Well they won’t be able to get in there because the windows are too small” I said.

“They are looking in,” Sara shouted.

“Oh fuck them” I said then I put some washing up liquid in an empty bottle and diluted it with water then entering the room where Sara was making the tea I saw an ugly face peering through the window and squirted soapy liquid over it obscuring the Porn Squad’s vision then I began to giggle.

“Are you all right Mike?” Sara asked.

“Yes I’m fine” I said, putting my arms around her and hugging her, then staring into her large liquid brown eyes and seeing the love that she  had for me a tear welled up my own eyes so I put my head over her shoulder and swallowed hard to control my emotion. “Sara I’m sorry but they will arrest us when they get in and they will give you bail but I will be remanded in custody and sent to Brixton so that’s where I will be and you will be able to go round my Mum’s and see her while you visit” I said.

 “Oh Mike,” Sara said, beginning to sob. “We were going to Amsterdam tomorrow” she said plaintively, beginning to sob.

The kettle began to boil with a whistle and Sara stopped sobbing and poured the boiling water into the teapot.

“Don’t worry baby I won’t be in there forever so when I am in Brixton get onto Offenbach and ask him to get me bail” I said.

“Okay Mike,” Sara said.

I wondered what the police would arrest me for because pornography was a non-arrestable offence but I knew that they would find a way. I sat down and started to calmly drink my tea, then rolled a big fat spliff and had a puff. I was thinking of whom else to phone when I had the idea of making the raid and international incident so I phoned the Private Organisation in Denmark but I couldn’t think of the owner’s name.

   “Hello” someone answered in accented English.

    “Hello this is Mike Freeman of Videx Ltd, our offices are being raided by the Obscene Publications Squad, can you contact the media out there and give them the story?” I asked.

“Yes Mike I will do that now” , Private promised.

“Okay thanks a lot and anyone else you know in other countries if you want to do me a big favour” I said.

“Yes we know everybody in the business and I will phone them, even the States” Private promised.

“Thank you, I’m so grateful but I have to go now” I said.

“Bye Mike and good luck,” Private said.

 The phone was ringing “Hello this is The Telegraph. I understand that you are being raided for making obscene films and that you have a hostage in your premises” a hostile voice questioned.

“No there is just me and two female office staff Sara and Lisa who came to work as usual” I said thinking the dirty bastards are spreading false rumours.

 I was still coughing when the phone rang again “Hello Mr Freeman you are live on LBC radio can you describe what is happening at the Wimbledon Siege?” LBC asked.

“Oh it’s a siege, now” I thought. “This is not a siege it’s just that I am refusing to let in the Obscene Publications Squad until my solicitor arrives” I said coughing.

“Why are you coughing like that Mr Freeman?”

“Tear gas, they’re using tear gas,” I said, coughing more violently.

“Tear gas?” asked LBC. “Can you look out of the window and tell me how many police are outside your premises Mr Freeman” LBC asked.

 I looked out of the window and saw about ten policemen, mostly detectives and a couple of uniform officers. “This place is surrounded by a couple of hundred police officers and several vehicles,” I said.

“Thank you, Mr Freeman,” LBC said.

“Wow I’m creating an international incident, the Siege of Wimbledon I thought then I had another idea and sitting down at my word processor I began to type.

My films only show consensual sex between people over the age of consent. These films are legal everywhere in the free world except the UK...I am following the guidelines of the Williams Committee commissioned by the Labour government who recommended the legalisation of pornography for adults in this country. My films are selling legally on the Continent and I am being persecuted because I have refused to censor my films...The Obscene Publications Squad is corrupt and that is why they don’t  like me supplying you the public with uncensored films on video because then people won’t visit the corrupt Soho sex shops that pay the police...”  Sounds good I thought then I started to print out the letter that I had just written. I began to throw the leaflets out of the window.

“The Obscene Publications Squad is corrupt” I shouted in a loud voice. “Read all about it” I continued to shout and as I did so I noticed people outside beginning to stop and stare and also more police arriving in vans and I realised that what I had said to LBC was becoming true.

The phone rang “Hello Ted here, I’m downstairs why don’t you open the door, Michael” Malman asked.

“I am getting publicity for my cause, the legalisation of pornography for adults in the United Kingdom. I’ve got to go now, got things to do” I said putting down the phone then I picked up my still camera and began taking photos of the police out of the window.

I saw Ted Malman and took one of him chatting to the police. Then I saw a car draw up and David Offenbach got out and I took a photo of him too.

Then Ted and David spoke to each other and then walked over so that they stood looking up at me.

“Michael they are saying that you have a hostage, a girl in there and you are making it worse for yourself for obstructing the police in the course of their duty. Can I tell them that you will let the girl out?” Offenbach shouted up.

 “If I let her out then the police will rush in, I am making a few phone calls to international media at the moment and when I have finished I will let them in” I said. Then I closed the window and went back on the phone and called the operator.

“I would like to be connected with the Playboy Organization in America,” I said.

“Hello,” an American voice answered.

Just at that moment there was the sound of breaking glass and several windows were smashed in simultaneously and dozens of black uniformed police officers jumped through. I was showered with glass as the terrified screams of Sara and Lisa echoed through my brain. My hands were forced up by my back and I saw a policeman coming towards me with a raised iron bar. “This is it, they are going to kill me” I thought. Then I heard a shout. “No” and looking up I saw a senior police officer who I identified as such by the number of pips on his epaulettes giving the order. Then Ted Malman entered the office and began speaking to me and although I was dazed and in a state of shock I managed to pass him the film that I had shot from the window. I saw a police officer opening an office drawer and taking out a pair of clips on small microphones and by the expression on his face I knew that he thought that I was using them to tape record the OPS. I smiled at him knowingly and saw the confusion on his face. Then I was handcuffed and bundled down stairs by several police officers and pushed unceremoniously into the back of a police van. The OPS office leading the raid known as Kruger got into the back of the van with me.

“Michael I’m sorry all this had to happen but I am caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea here, we didn’t want to nick you but a member of the public made a complaint that one of your films Sex Slave was obscene and the order came from above, do you know what I mean” Kruger explained.

 What a laugh a punter buys a film that’s advertised as hardcore or money back guarantee and in a country where the public are being ripped off by David Sullivan I am prosecuted because I have supplied the genuine article, an uncensored video I thought. I just looked at Kruger and smiled.

“Really it wasn’t the Dirty Dozen then?” I asked, laughing.

 Kruger looked at me with a sympathetic look on his face that looked real.

After spending the night in a stinking police cell I was taken to Wimbledon Magistrates Court the next morning and charged with obstructing the police, violence against the police by squirting acid at them from a window and the possession of cannabis.

“The dirty bastards” I thought as the charges were read out.

“They are telling lies,” Sara, who was sitting next to me in the dock, said.

I put my arm around her shoulders. “They always do. It’s so they can get me remanded in custody on a violence charge” I said.

“Get your arm off of that girl” a voice intruded into my brain and looking up I saw the angry face of the fat ugly magistrate speaking.

“But we live together, she is my girlfriend” I protested.

“Take your hand off her I said” ordered the angry red faced magistrate.

“Take your hand off of her” a policeman ordered.

I reluctantly obeyed then I saw a QC walking towards me.

“Hello I’m David’s brother Jeremy and I am representing you and Sara here today” Jeremy Offenbach said. “A stupid question but are you pleading guilty or not guilty?” Jeremy Offenbach asked with a smile.

“Not guilty” I said then I noticed a dozen or so men being led into the back of the court waiting to be charged. “Who are all those men?”  I asked curiously.

“Oh they are all charged with indecently assaulting schoolgirls at the Wimbledon Tennis Tournaments, it happens every day they have a special squad up there nicknamed the groper’s squad” Jeremy Offenbach said grinning.

 I could not help laughing even in the grim predicament I was in. “It’s a message from the gods, they are smiling on me, or perhaps at me” I thought.

“Michael Sara will get bail and I am trying to get you bail but the police will put a strong opposition to this magistrate who you can see is very hostile to you. The newspapers are already attacking you and spreading all kinds of malicious rumours about the Videx Video Show saying that it contains child porn, but we have seen it and we know that it’s not true but this magistrates has obviously read all about it so be prepared to be remanded in custody but I’ll do my best” Jeremy Offenbach QC promised.

“I suppose that all those schoolgirl gropers will get bail?” I said laughing at the irony of it.

 “Yes and a small fine for pleading guilty” Offenbach said. “I am glad that you’re being brave now I will prepare to defend you” he said.

 “He will get you bail” Sara whispered.

 “Magistrates courts are police courts, I’m sorry Sara” I said wishing that I could bend with the wind a little and not be so stubborn. “I should have taken David Offenbach’s advice and lived to fight another day” I thought.

 “Michael John Freeman, do you plead guilty or not guilty to the charges” the magistrate was asking.

Jeremy Offenbach rose and sweeping back his robe with one hand and placing his hand on his hip his cut glass English rang through the court.

“Madam I am representing Michael John Freeman and I wish to enter a plea of not guilty to all the charges on his behalf” Offenbach said in his authoritative manner.

The fat red faced magistrate went into a huddle with the clerk of the court. “Do the police oppose bail?” she asked.

Inspector Kruger of the Obscene Publications Squad took the stand. “Madam, the police strongly oppose bail in this case because of the alleged crime of violence squirting acid with the intention of grievous bodily harm to police officers in the course of their duties and his conviction and his conviction for murder in 1969” Kruger said.

Offenbach rose to his feet” Madam my client, a film producer and director of a legitimate company Videx Ltd strongly denies the charges and I would therefore apply for bail on his behalf in his own recognisance” said Offenbach his voice loud and strong ringing around the court.

 The magistrate consulted the clerk of the court again then addressed the court.

“Michael John Freeman bail is refused and you will be remanded in custody to await trial at the Central Criminal Court on a date henceforth” she said glaring at me.

The End

Volume 6

I Pornographer

I hope that you have enjoyed reading this book and I am now working on volume 7 which tells the story of my incarceration in prison, the junkies in my cell, further attempts on my life in prison and the Old Bailey Trials, one in which I defended myself, and the Videx Video Show... How the bewigged judges, Sir James Miskin act like lords and the corruption...

 Copyright © Michael J Freeman July 2012

Copyright © Michael J Freeman

This book is dedicated to the fight against injustice and those who wish to censor the right to freedom of speech

   Michael J Freeman