Ghost Whisperer

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill & The Boys

Bill didn't need a second invitation. Melinda was a raging inferno, and her flames needed to be quenched. The other men looked to Bill, since he was directing everything.

Bill allowed Mike to begin by diving in between Melinda's splayed legs, and begin lapping at her wide open sex. His tongue drove between her honeyed lips, mashing his face to her groin, the coarse hairs rubbing her. Mike withdrew and focused his attention on her clit, determined to have her screaming and bucking before she even had a cock in her pussy.

Bill meanwhile, was reworking the cameras and lights as the action was progressing, making sure each angle had clear shots, and appropriate closeups. As Bill was maneuvering about, Malcolm straddled Melinda's head, easing down just below her face, gripping his shaft, dropping his sac to her lips. He fisted his shaft, pumping it back to life while his sensitive shaft dangled and bounced upon her red lips.

Nigel was the odd man out at this point, sitting on a nearby couch, watching the action take place below. Bill continued filming away, his soft cock, taking time to come back to life. He couldn't believe how wrong he was about Melinda. He had totally misjudged her, extremely appreciative of her sexual hunger and willingness to perform. He wondered how many movies he'd be able to get out of her.

Bill made sure each of the guys had a chance to lick the honey dripping from between Melinda's legs before anyone fulfilled her desire and fucked her. Each one went nonstop until Melinda bucked and thrashed covering their faces in her glistening release. Her screams of passion were either muffled by the cock she was swallowing, or the balls she was suckling, or even the ass she was rimming.

However, when it came time to fucking the wild starlet, the men lined up and waited their turns. Bill was first, Mike next, then Nigel, and finally Malcolm.

Bill fisted his cock and ran the fat head along the wet slit, through the parted folds and pressed it to the welcoming opening. He shifted his weight and filled her with one might grunt! He pounded Melinda like there was tomorrow, for as far as he was concerned, there may not be a tomorrow, or another chance like this! In and out he slammed her roughly, dropping all his weight atop her with each thrust, pushing his short, but fat prick into her depths.

"Uuuunnnggh," he cried out after fucking Melinda for nearly ten straight minutes, finally freezing still, letting his cock fill her snatch as it convulsed around him, squeezing him deliciously. When he pulled out, the evidence of his presence was visibly oozing from the gaping hole.

Mike jumped right in, picking up where Bill left off ...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim had returned from the fire, exhausted, tired, and completely drained! Fighting the fire had taken its toll on him, but not as much as the vision of his half-naked wife, and the emotional outbreak they had in front of the station, had weighed on his mind. All he could think about was getting home to Melinda and doing the best he could, to apologize and then make passionate love to her.

Luckily for him, the fire had distracted the men at the firehouse, so the ribbing he would have gotten all day long was replaced by all the talk and banter about the fire! Getting back to the station, he quickly filled out the paperwork that needed to be filed with every incident. He then used the station's showers to clean himself of the soot and stench from the thick fire. Having changed into fresh clothing, he bagged up the dirty clothes and stuffed them into his duffel bag and left the station. The evening crew was arriving as their replacement.

Rather than go to his car, Jim headed into the park as the sun was beginning to set. He angled across the park and stopped at the florist shoppe. Mrs. Lambert, the elderly florist who tended the shop, looked at Jim with questioning eyes and a very suspicious look, though she never mentioned having spotted Melinda walk by her storefront in the skimpy outfit. She was a nosy busybody, but knew when to snoop and ask, and when to just be quiet! This was definitely one of those times. She simply handed him the floral assortment and sent him on his way.

Jim headed straight for Melinda's boutique, only to find it oddly closed, and empty. Her trusty assistant had already called it a day, and the shop was vacant, other than for the oddities that filled the store.

Confused, yet not overly concerned, Jim surmised that Melinda was home sulking. So he raced back to his car, and sped home. Thirty minutes later, he was barging through the door, "Melinda ... I'm home!"

He repeated himself several times, but there was no reply. He searched the house, dropping the flowers on the kitchen table in search of his bride. She was nowhere to be found.

Jim eventually found himself standin in front of the bedroom window, looking at the blackness of the night creep over the horizon, slowly enveloping his house, and then him!

 

[little_golden]

To Candy it hardly seemed like being in a movie at all and more like a good old fashion fuck party. The only things that were missing were the booze and the drugs. These boys were damn horny and were certainly having their fun with her. But she wasn't complaining and the boys were giving her as much as she was giving them.

She squealed in delight as each of the four men took a turn tonguing her pussy and playing with her clit. Candy was so stimulated she was obviously craving cock and her pussy was begging for a deep hard penetration. Candy looked to Bill as she signaled for action and directed their little party. It was a first for Candy to have the director of the movie actually right in the story itself. Normally they liked to be sucked off afterwards or in a private viewing of the take when the girls competing for air time.

As a pro, Candy never whined or complained and gave each of the movie men a delicious blow job, a sweet time in her pussy with their faces and then a great good old fashion pussy fuck. It was a little weird that none of the men sported a monster cock but in Melinda's body each of the men's cock felt big and made Candy ache and flinch as they were stuffed in her pussy. They keep her busy all the time. for as they ate her out, she was always presented with another cock to suck and she was always up for the challenge.

Holy shit... That Melinda needs to get a whole lot more experience.... My mouth would never ache like this from just four big blow jobs.... My pussy is sore.... Those boys were rough... In my own body - I could have gone all night.... Candy thought secretly as she took the last of the four pricks and gave him a ride until he shot his full load.

To the men, Melinda was a sexy fuck machine. To Candy, she was disappointed that Melinda's body was sore and that she was so badly winded. A few times, when the men were pounding her, she was sure that Jim must have a pretty small cock.

Bill cock felt like the end of a tree trunk.... Small in length but huge in width.... I bet he was wider than my Malcolm.... Melinda grinned as she flashed Bill a smile as he was shooting the end of the movie.

Candy had no chance to remember or to get straight the names of her co-stars. She knew Bill and that was it. She smiled at one guy (Mike) who had giving her such delightful pleasure with his tongue. She was released on his face, much quicker than she had expected and to her surprise Melinda was a squirter.

Who would ever have guessed... A tight ass like Melinda... A squirter.... Candy thought as she grinned seductively at Mike.

The movie seemed to be over as the four men had now each took delight in fucking Melinda's sweet pussy. It had been wonderful for Candy as each man took their time and she gave them a great memory. For old Bill, it was a classic missionary position, and to her delight and bewilderment he had lasted for at least ten minutes. The amount of cum he had shot into her impressed Candy given his age and health. The man with the golden tongue, he had fucked her doggie style and his long thin cock had been like a sweet pencil. The third man, she had rode his cock in a horse like fashion, she bounced up and down on his 6 inch penis for maybe three minutes before his cock erupted like a volcano. The last guy, had his own treat, given his 8 inch cock, Candy had decided to sit right on IT and from that position allowed him to help her up and down at his timing as she become a fuck cushion for him.

So what if they aren't hulk studs... Melinda Gordon needs to start at the bottom... These nerds are perfect for her little pussy.... It'll get out that she's a slut.... Thanks to me Candy laughed at the damage she had done to the sweet Melinda Gordon's reputation.

Hell... When Jim sees this low quality porno... He might even divorce Melinda Candy smiled as she laughed in her head.

Without realizing that the camera was still on, Candy made a few comments:

"Hey that was fun... I loved the way you guys fucked me... I hope you liked it too... You know.... I'm really a slut inside.... If you guys are ever hard up ... You just drop by my shop and I can suck you off or something.... My husband works shifts.... It's perfect.... and Bill... I should be calling you tree trunk Bill... that is widest cock I've ever fucked.... and Mr. Magic Tongue... You should be charging ...." Candy teased the boys.

"Guys... It' too early to call it a night... Maybe we should all have a few drinks and celebrate our movie.... Bill were you planning to screen the raw footage or do you work your magic in the cutting room?" Candy asked as she winked at her male co-stars.

Looking at Bill she could sense that he wanted her alone. She knew the look but wasn't sure if he was really up for a private session.

A sympathy fuck for the old fart Candy giggled at the thought.

Maybe a little bondage session... He can take a few souvenir pictures to show Melinda down the road.... This guy looks like a fuck... I bet he has his own plans for Melinda Gordon Candy thought with a wild eyed grin.

As the men tried to figure out what to do next, Candy felt a dark light enveloping her. She could feel pain and convulsions ripping through her own body.

No... I don't want to go back... Not yet..... Candy thought to herself as she tried to fight off what was happening. She could sense Melinda's presence but was determined to fight her off.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill took some great footage with the camera as the four men had their way with Melinda's body. Rivers of cum were visibly, running free from her gaping and used pussy hole. His camera caught beautiful images of her twisted face as the other men were fucking her, recording every lurid curse word that flowed from her mouth, begging the guys to give her more and more cock. There was no denying the starlet of this homemade porn was none other, than this small town's one and only, Melinda Gordon. Bill wondered how well the copies would sell, or if he should auction the master off to a single highest bidder; in either case there was money and fun to be had with this hot vixen!

After the last patron, Malcolm, had shot his enormous load into Melinda's pussy, Bill was flabbergasted to hear the woman, who he thought was a conservative prude, extend an open invitation to all the men to stop by her shop and take her in similar fashion, whenever they wanted! Bill wasn't sure about the others, but he knew he'd take her up on that offer. And the best part was that he still had the cameras rolling, as she made the offer. However, when Melinda, the insatiable nymph, had suggested that she still had more energy, Bill's evil mind slipped into overdrive.

As the men looked around trying to determine what to do about Melinda's offer to continue the party, Bill had spoke up. He told the guys, that they all had the invitation to her shop, and he patted the camera he was holding indicating he had it on film. He dismissed them all, telling them he'd like to have some time alone with her, as he was sure they would too. They all agreed and dressed, leaving the shop through the back door, calling out to Melinda, reminding her they'd be by her shop.

Bill's eyes now roamed hungrily over Melinda's body, as she writhed about atop the cum stained fireman's jacket. Suddenly he grew worried, because she looked as if she was struggling with something within her brain. Was she changing her mind about everything? Was she suddenly having second thoughts? Was she feeling the guilt of what she's done?

Bill knew if he wanted another shot at her, he'd have to do it quick, before her euphoria wore off. "MELINDA," he called out, snapping her temporarily from her struggle. "If it's a celebration, you want to have, then we ought to celebrate you sharing your body." He started positioning her. "And there's one last thing to do to make it complete!"

He turned Melinda over on the jacket so that she was face down. He gently lifted her waist until her ass was jutting high in the air. He then spread her knees so she was straddling the large patch on the jacket, the name "GORDON" clearly visible between her knees, the dribbles of cum and fuck stains splattered upon it.

"Play with that pussy of yours while I get set up. Feel how sloshy it is? Get used to having loads of cum in there. I bet you just love being a gang bang whore, huh?" He set up cameras around her body, and one directly in her face. "Keep playing with that pussy. Rub that clit. Make it nice and hard." He circled her as she continued reaching between her parted knees, her head and shoulders pinned to the floor, her hand and fingers snaking through her matted curls, dipping noisily between her fuck folds of flesh.

He was thankful for the little blue pill he had taken before he started this movie shoot, because his 'tree trunk' cock was already as hard as wood. He finally moved between her parted knees with the camera in one hand and focused on the lily white, upturned ass. With his free hand he reached between her thighs and pushed her hand out of the way. He ran his palm over her splayed pussy, filling it with the spunk and her juices, which were still flowing, now making trails down her thighs. Bill dragged his palm upwards, bringing it up through the valley created by her tight round ass. He parted her cheeks and made sure he coated the cute little crinkled rosebud with the slimy mixture from her pussy. Again, he repeated the process, capturing it on film as his middle finger concentrated on rubbing the lotion around the tight ring, feeling it soften and loosen, upon his insistence. After several minutes he was dipping a long finger into her ass, feeling it clench tightly. He kept adding more of the concoction, from her pussy, to the slowly stretching opening, stopping to occassionally diddle her clit and keep her on edge, and distract her while he drove deeper. Pretty soon he had two fingers sliding easily in and out of her ass, the camera catching every little violation of her anal cherry.

It wasn't that long after that, that Melinda was slowly rocking back to meet his thrusts, finally acclimated to the presence of something in her ass, stretching her like it was. Bill added a third finger in preparation of his cock.

When Bill thought she was ready, he grabbed his prick and unexpectedly thrust it into her sloppy snatch, coating it with some lubrication. He popped it right back out and placed the angry purple helmet of his fat prick to the tight opening. He focused the camera clearly, took a deep breath and lunged forward ...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jimmy Green

Jimmy Green had stepped into the movie set, unannounced, though not entirely uninvited. He was an 'agent' for most of the women used in a lot of these films. Sugar was one of his top girls right now. Candy had been on the top of his list, until she got carried away with the pills. Apparently, she had a conscience about the little 'side jobs' he had continually sent her on, and she spiraled into depression. She'd run up quite a tab with him, using more in a single day than she could pay off in a single day. She was a mess, and that bastard Malcolm had taken her away from him.

Nobody, leaves Jimmy Green, and he made sure Candy knew that. That's when he got Mary to remind Candy that no matter what, he was going to collect his money. Candy easily slipped back into the habit, with Mary's help and guidance, all unbeknownst to Malcolm. Once Jimmy Green had his fingers in someone, they never got away.

Now that Candy had landed a lucrative contract, thanks to Malcolm, he was afraid that Candy would pay off his debt! He couldn't have that! That's when he and Mary had concocted the plan to create this little episode. It was going perfectly. Her career was ruined, and as far as Jimmy was concerned, so was she.

He was a little miffed that the paramedics had saved Candy, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out another little cocktail of pills. He put them in Mary's palm. "Here. Your close enough to her. Get in there and give her these. Kick everyone out, tell them she needs sleep. She'll never wake up!" He slapped Mary on the ass to get her on her way.

His other arm, still around Sugar, Jimmy walked on over to the bald headed director. Jimmy offered his fake condolences, and stated that Sugar should really be the star, squeezing her hip tightly. The two talked at length, and with some persuasion, they figured out how to rewrite the script, making Sugar the star of the movie. But there was the problem, that they still needed another woman to finish out the film.

"Hey," Jimmy stated confidently. "Ya know that chick that does hair and makeup would probably look great on film. I'd betcha she'd be more than happy to fill in. It's not like you can run out on the street and find someone within the next ten minutes!"

Jimmy's logic seemed impeccable to the frazzled director, and he readily agreed, hoping that they'd be able to convince Mary. Mary finally appeared from Candy's trailer and approached Jimmy and the director.

"Candy's sound asleep. It's probably best if we just leave her alone, and let her sleep it off!" She winked, so that only Jimmy could see her. Jimmy hugged her tightly and informed her that the director had something to tell her.

Fifteen minutes later, they had cleaned up the set, and Sugar and Mary were the focus of a heated lesbian session that felt real to the camera. The director was thrilled that the newcomer worked out so well. "Mary, you'll be a hit! We just gotta come up with a good film name for you! Sugar, you are definitely a star! It's a wrap guys. Back in three days for the last scene and layovers!"

Everyone was leaving the set, and it wasn't until one of the security guards had entered Candy's trailer, that she was found dead.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda struggled with the spirit of Candy. For several minutes things were crazy as she could feel the life force in Candy slipping away and events were spiraling out of control. She was no longer certain what was real and what wasn't. There seemed to be paramedics surrounding her on the film set and everyone was in a panic though the darkness enveloped everything making it so confusing.

It was a struggle to force Candy from her body and Melinda just didn't have enough force or determination to do so. For several minutes while Candy's body received m emergency medical attention on th verge of life an death, Melinda's spirit floated freely between the two bodies.

As she floated over her own body she was both stunned and livid as she realized that Candy had taken the liberty to introduce herself to the local porno king. Melinda had no idea what they had just finished filming but she was determined ti put a stop to it.

Melinda again tried unsuccessfully to force Candy from her body but again failed. There seemed no way to force Candy out when her own body was in mortal danger. Watching the scene unfold, Bill was slippery as he reminded the guys of the invitation to visit the antique shop and all that it implied.

They can't do that... I'm married... I have a reputation... I'll lose my respectable clients if they see scum like that in there..... This can't be... I'll just tell them no way Melinda thought to herself. She was frustrated to watch the men leaving and to be unable to recant the invitation by Candy.

Oh no... He;s up to something Melinda realized as she could see old Bill's eyes hungrily roaming over Melinda's body, as Candy writhed about atop the cum stained fireman's jacket.

That's Jim's jacket.... What the heck did they do.... Oh my God... With who... Not all of them.. and on film too... I have to get the original back... I have to destroy it... Jim will go crazy... The Fire Chief will go nuts to see a local uniform being descrated in that fashion.... Oh God what am I going to do Melinda panicked.

Melinda fought harder to take back her body. There was a deep struggle but again she lost.

Just for being a nuissance... Watch this Candy laughed as she internally spoke to Melinda.

Bill spoke to Candy:

"MELINDA, .. If it's a celebration, you want to have, then we ought to celebrate you sharing your body.... And there's one last thing to do to make it complete!"

Candy was grinning as she replied back in Melinda's voice:

"What on Earth could that be? You boys sure fucked me good.... I'm still dripping and I'll need a shower before I go or folks will smell me a mile away."

Candy grinned seductively as she figured Bill was making his own selfish plans for some type of fast fuck or dirty shot of her.

Melinda who floated overhead watched as the mischievous Bill guided Candy so that Melinda's body was over on the jacket and she was face down. Bill then gently lifted her waist until her ass was jutting high in the air.

Oh no you don't! Melinda screamed out inside the spiritual world though Bill couldn't hear it.

Melinda again mounted an attack to regain control of her body.

Both Candy and Melinda battled in secret unknown to Bill. They could feel Bill now spreading Melinda's knees so she was straddling the large patch on the jacket, the name "GORDON" clearly visible between her knees, amongst the dribbles of cum and fuck stains.

Don't let him fuck me! Melinda screamed out again but Candy just laughed as she spread her legs a little wider to prove just who was in full control.

Bill barked out like a director:

"Play with that pussy of yours while I get set up. Feel how sloshy it is? Get used to having loads of cum in there. I bet you just love being a gang bang whore, huh?"

"Sure thing Bill.... I love it... I love a good gang bang... I'm such a dirty whore" Candy replied to Bill much to the outrage of Melinda.

Candy on his cue played with her pussy and indulged in her own self manipulation and pleasure. She was a real pro and the pleasures of the flesh invaded every sense of Melinda.

"Ooooo.... aaaaaa" Candy moaned aloud as she got more and more into it.
Melinda was in disbelief at the whole thing.

The camera is rolling... You'll be infamous ... Just like me.. Miss Goody laughed Candy internally to Melinda.

As Bill maneuvered the camera he roared out:

"Keep playing with that pussy. Rub that clit. Make it nice and hard."

Candy followed his directions to the letter and soon she was wet, hot and horny. She was craving a big cock to satisfy her own needs, Her soft fingers were rotating from her clit to her wet bubbling honey hole. She was moaning louder and louder as her arousal was growing. Bill was circling around and around as Candy showed off Melinda's sweet body and grinned seductively at Bill and the camera.

Melinda was again struggling for control, as she realized that Bill was moving in for his own conquest. Bill was coming in closer and closer with that stupid camera and then she felt his free hand pushed her hand out of the way. In response Candy began to tease her nipples and to spread further waves of pleasure across her horny body.


"Ahhhh ... yess.... that'sssss puuurrrfect!" Candy moaned aloud as Bill now ran his palm over her splayed pussy, and filled her honey hole the dirty gang bang cum and Melinda's own love fluids.

Oh God.. They weren't even wearing condoms... How stupid of them and me... I mean Candy Melinda thought to herself as she could feel the wet hot cum sloshing around her pussy and making it so slippery and hot. In her mind she could feel the many sperm swimming about and worried about an unexpected pregnancy and an unknown father.

Melinda and Candy could feel Bill's attention shifting to her asshole. It was a strange and confusing feeling for Melinda since she had never been ass fucked. At first Melinda felt relief that Bill wasn't going to fuck her pussy but that changed to panic as Candy taunted:

"He's about to ass fuck us... He's loosening up your virgin ass... Stretching it... He'll plunge in.... It'll hurt a bit... But the pleasure will be monumental...."

"Ooooooooooooo shit....aaaaaaaa....oooo" Candy screamed out in delight as various fingers now dove into Melinda's asshole.

"I'm so tight.... You're the first in there.... I hope you enjoy it... I think I love it!" declared Candy in Melinda;s voice.

Don't say that... He's filming everything! Melinda whined internally.

With each finger penetrating her ass Candy groaned and moaned louder and louder. Melinda could feel the stretching and penetration as Bill rammed a third finger into her slippery asshole.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhh.... It's so big" Melinda screamed out as Bill plunged his tree trunk like cock into Melinda's stretched asshole. At that split second Melinda knew that Candy was gone from her body and she had full control. But it was too late, as Melinda was moaning and groaning in ecstasy as Bill now rocketed his cock back and forth in her ass.

"Oooo... ooo my... It;s so big... It feels... so big... and wonderful... Oh God......" Melinda screamed out.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill pushed his cock past the first ring of the well lubricated opening. Melinda's heated cries and exclamation that he was her first, the first to take her anal cherry, was as if she had poured gasoline onto his raging inferno... He was invigorated with a renewed sense of energy as he thrust further into her bowels, pulling her hips back towards his.

"Uuuunnngh, so fuckin' tight," Bill groaned as he stopped and withdrew till just the tip remained trapped, Melinda's rings clamping just beyond the ridge of his sensitive crown. He inhaled another deep breath and thrust forward once again, sliding in with increasing ease, reaching a fraction of an inch deeper depths. Again, and again, Bill repeated this slow invasion until he was pushing his entire fat prick into her stretched opening.

Bill was oblivious to her internal struggles, misinterpreting her actions, as reactions to his invasion of her sweet ass. "That's it sweetcheeks, rub that pussy, and rub my balls," he grunted as his sac slapped against her splayed lips, still oozing rivers of their combined deposits. What amazed Bill even more, was that she was doing as he asked, reaching back between her legs, rubbing her clit, dipping her fingers into her sex, and massaging his sensitive jewels with her slimy, slick fingers.

"Aaaahhh baby, that's it fuck me back," he cried out as Melinda began rocking back to meet his thrusts. "Your ass is mine ... all mine." His own rocking was increasing in tempo and urgency as Bill felt his cock begin to swell with anticipation. "I'm gonna make you complete."

Bill was near. Melinda had loosened up enough, taking his entire length with ease pushing her to new heights, never before achieved. Bill needed just that little bit to push him over the top, and looking down at the lily white ass before him, he knew what he needed to do.

He reared back with his hand and brought it down sharply across her cheeks, bringing a quick flash of color to the whiteness, his handprint, readily visible for the camera. He captures the way her ass jiggled at the contact, followed by her shriek. Again, and again, he painted her ass, till it was as red as the plastic firehat that still lay on the floor next to the jacket.

Several moments later Bill was screaming his release as his cock erupted, his firehose sending the last bits of his flame extinguishing liquid deep into her bowels.

"Ohhhhhh GOD, you are sooo fuckin' hot," he grunted as he collapsed atop of her, leaving his deflating cock in her ass until she squeezed enough for it to pop out.

"Mmmmmm," he hummed happily rolling to his side as he eyed his newest star of the screen!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was not just naked, and red faced but her ass was dripping of Bill's cum for he had claimed her virgin ass like some conquering barbarian. She had finally wrestled away from Candy control of her body and senses only to fully realize as Bill rolled away from her that he had just fucked her ass something that she had never even allowed Jim to do. The thought was so horrible that she was speechless for almost a minute as she tried to figure out what to do or say.

Finally she recovered herself enough to turn to face Bill as she spoke in a tone of disbelief and bewilderment:

"What was that for? Who are you? Where am I? What sort of place is this?My husband is going to freak!"

"Oh my God... I'm naked!" Melinda suddenly shouted as she ran in a circle looking for her regular clothes which were no where to be found.

"Where are my clothes?" Melinda asked nervously as she took a step backward and tried to cover her sweet pussy with one hand and her nipples with the other.

"I'm dripping... I can't believe... You had that 'tree stump' in my bum ... I've got to call the police.... and go to the hospital" Melinda spoke too quickly without thinking.

She had no idea Bill was about to turn the tables on her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Was this for real? Was this hot chick going psycho on him? Was Melinda totally losing her mind? Suddenly Bill recalled those instance in the park, where he'd spot her talking to herself, sometimes in heated conversations. He was definitely dealing with a psychotic one here. He was grateful, however, for that little piece of paper he had, in addition to a copy of her driver's license!

He kept the cameras rolling as she scampered about looking for her clothes. He calmly rose to his feet as he spoke to her, filming her reaction to his replies. He could splice this segment into the videos he was going to make. This would be quite interesting, he told himself.

"Melinda Gordon," he pronounced clearly and loudly enough for the camera to pick it up. "My name is Bill Smith. We met a while ago at a business mixer hosted by the chamber of commerce. I own this little novelty and video store. You came to me and said you wanted to be a movie star, and would do anything to be featured in my specialty films. You even signed a consent and release form, and I have a copy of your license which verifies your signature and age. We just finished your first feature film 'Four Alarm Fire'! You had four fire hoses putting out your fires! You were the hottest thing I've seen on film in years. You took on the four of us like you were a pro! I think I'll make a separate movie about taking your ass, but then again, we got the firman's jacket thing going on. You've got a nice, tight one there, one I'm sure a lot of guys will enjoy jerking off to."

He captured the shocked, surprised jaw-dropping look she flashed to the camera, taking great pride in knowing the he had capitalized on a weak moment of hers, for whatever reason. But his overzealous greed kept him pushing her.

"So, Melinda Gordon? You have had all those wonderful cocks! Why don't ya lay down on that jacket right there and show us those cum filled holes of yours. Dip those fingers in those holes and taste all that yummy cummy! Show us how much you really enjoyed it!"

Bill wasn't sure if she'd do it, but he had everything recorded, so he could always splice segments together to make a very interesting video. It wasn't like she could just run out of his store, completely naked as she was. If she took the time to redress in her outfit, he'd make sure he had clear video of it. If she took the jacket and ran, she'd have a lot of explaining to do about the cum stains all over the jacket. And right now, Bill wasn't in the mood to offer her the jeans and t-shirt she had left behind. He kept the camera trained on her, watching her as she contemplated her options.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda's head was spinning with worry and concern. She knew things were very wrong but figured Candy had played a willing part in it all. Her problem was that she didn't know for sure what Candy had said or done in her absence.

Bill was speaking very slowly and clearly to her:

"Melinda Gordon, ... My name is Bill Smith.... We met a while ago at a business mixer hosted by the Chamber of Commerce...... I own this little novelty and video store."

"Yes... yes... I remember that" Melinda stammered as she was slowly putting things together in her head.

Bill went on in a soft calculating manner:

"You came to me and said you wanted to be a movie star, and would do anything to be featured in my specialty films. You even signed a consent and release form, and I have a copy of your license which verifies your signature and age. We just finished your first feature film 'Four Alarm Fire'! You had four fire hoses putting out your fires! You were the hottest thing I've seen on film in years. You took on the four of us like you were a pro! I think I'll make a separate movie about taking your ass, but then again, we got the fireman's jacket thing going on. You've got a nice, tight one there, one I'm sure a lot of guys will enjoy jerking off to."

"What? I never! I would never do that... I'm happily married.... " Melinda exclaimed with a genuine look of shock on her lovely but very confused face.

Bill pushed harder as he told her in a matter-of-fact tone:

"So, Melinda Gordon? You have had all those wonderful cocks! Why don't ya lay down on that jacket right there and show us those cum filled holes of yours. Dip those fingers in those holes and taste all that yummy cummy! Show us how much you really enjoyed it!"

"I would never do that you pig! What type of a woman do you think I am?" Melinda replied angrily as she stalked around the room naked still trying to find her clothes.

Confused and panicking Melinda found the sexy little leather outfit that was lying on the floor where the men had discarded it. Grabbing it, she ran into the little store change room.

"This is too tight... Where are my clothes..... Only a slut would wear this!" Melinda yelled out as she changed into the skanky little outfit.

"And where did you get my husband's jacket? That jacket is the property of the local fire department.... Did you steal it?" Melinda called out as she tried to re-adjust the little leather outfit to better hide her sweet bum and luscious breasts.

Calling out from behind the change room Melinda knew she had a serious problem and would have to negotiate with Bill until she knew better what exactly was going on.

"Look Bill... I think there was a misunderstanding.... I had to come here wearing something other than this... Surely you can tell me what I wore and where it is? ... And where is my purse... If you copied my ID it must be here too.... Look... It's still daylight and I can't be seen leaving here in this black leather outfit.... Can I buy something better or can I get you to call me a cab.... and the contract... I'd like to see it too...." Melinda spoke in a softer gentler negotiating tone.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

It was quite clear to Bill, that for whatever reason, Melinda Gordon was suddenly back to being the prim and proper stuck up socialite he originally thought her to be. If she wanted to keep that facade for the general populous, that was fine by him, but he knew better, and would make sure that she knew she would be forever indebtted to him.

As she tucked herself away inside the changing room, and called out to him, Bill took the opportunity to reply to her rantings. He remained extremely calm, never raising his voice, making sure the ice in his veins was duly noted by Melinda.

"Melinda. Please. Let's not resort to name calling. You run a respectable business, and so do I. Just because you have a different perspective than most of my customers, doesn't mean we should lower ourselves to name calling. Given the situation, I also don't think it'd be a wise idea to anger me by calling me a pig ... do you?" Bill surmised the silence that ensued was an assent to his reasoning. So, without hesitation, he continued on, replying to some of her other comments.

"Melinda," he called to her again. "I've never questioned your marriage. That's none of my business. Whether you're happy or not isn't my concern. When you came in here and picked out that outfit, you left your belongings behind. You had said something about going to see Jim. Isn't that your husband? You said you were going to surprise him. I can only assume that you did; because when you came back, you were wearing that fireman's jacket. Is that Jim's jacket?" Bill knew the answer, but it served to reinforce his methodical recollection of the events as they transpired.

"There was no misunderstanding Melinda. When you came back, you had said that you wanted to star in one of my films. It was even your idea to use the jacket in the video. I just followed your wishes and made you a star! If you'd like, I could show you the surveillance camera video." He walked back to the counter where he had her belongings. He grabbed the jeans and the tight shirt, but kept the panties for himself. He put them in a brown bag along with her credit card. "I've got your clothes right here. You didn't bring your purse, but I have your wallet, with your ID and your credit card. Your receipt for the outfit is right here also. You can get them at the counter. If you'd like, I'll even make you a copy of the contract."

Bill moved behind the counter and watched his monitor as Melinda tried to stuff herself into the skimpy leather outfit. He couldn't wait to see her in some of his other clothing selections, and he'd have to use his creative imagination to decide how he'd like to feature her in his other nine movies. Still calling out to her, he informed her of some of the details on the contract. "You know Melinda ... it states here that you give me the right to market the videos. There's a progressive royalties pay scale in place. For the first video, you get five percent of all sales. Each one after that, you get an additional five percent. You've also agreed on the contract to do a total of ten videos. After that, you're free to negotiate new terms."

He was just finishing making a copy of the contract for Melinda, when the door to the changing room creaked, making Bill look up to see Melinda shyly peeking out, her hair, still a matted mess. But it was her eyes, wide in shock that amused him the most.

Just to add insult to injury, he informed Melinda of an additional fine print clause he had in the contract. "Of course, we have the traditional promotional tours to increase sales!"

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was suddenly silent as Bill spoke softly and politely to her. He spoke in a lecturing tone that made Melinda feel like a nine year old being scolded by a teacher. He spoke:

"Melinda. Please. Let's not resort to name calling. You run a respectable business, and so do I. Just because you have a different perspective than most of my customers, doesn't mean we should lower ourselves to name calling. Given the situation, I also don't think it'd be a wise idea to anger me by calling me a pig ... do you?"

Melinda's good natured self saw the error and replied without thinking:

"Oh I'm sorry"

Tongue tied for something to say that wasn't mean or nasty, Bill prevented her further reply as he went on:

"Melinda, I've never questioned your marriage. That's none of my business. Whether you're happy or not isn't my concern. When you came in here and picked out that outfit, you left your belongings behind. You had said something about going to see Jim. Isn't that your husband? You said you were going to surprise him. I can only assume that you did; because when you came back, you were wearing that fireman's jacket. Is that Jim's jacket?"

"Yes... I mean... I.... I don't remember... I don't know how I got here.... I was just here .... suddenly.... I was at home.... in bed... but..." Melinda rambled on forgetting that she was probably sounding really crazy.

Bill went on:

"There was no misunderstanding Melinda. When you came back, you had said that you wanted to star in one of my films. It was even your idea to use the jacket in the video. I just followed your wishes and made you a star! If you'd like, I could show you the surveillance camera video."

"I'm not like that... I would never do that.... That's not me.....I just couldn't" Melinda replied.

Melinda felt a moment of relief when Bill announced:

"I've got your clothes right here. You didn't bring your purse, but I have your wallet, with your ID and your credit card. Your receipt for the outfit is right here also. You can get them at the counter. If you'd like, I'll even make you a copy of the contract."

"Oh no... Is there really a contract?... You sure I signed it.... It was all a big mistake" Melinda went on. She had no idea that she was being watched by Bill on a hidden camera as she changed into the sexy black leather outfit.

Bill spoke in a firm and confident tone as he spelled out some of the details:

"You know Melinda ... it states here that you give me the right to market the videos. There's a progressive royalties pay scale in place. For the first video, you get five percent of all sales. Each one after that, you get an additional five percent. You've also agreed on the contract to do a total of ten videos. After that, you're free to negotiate new terms."

"Ten?!" Melinda screamed out in a frenzy.

"I can't do ten... I can't even do one... I'll be ruined if you show that video of me anywhere in town or in the state or even in the country. You just can't do that to me.... I've changed my mind.... I'll simply pay you for your out-of-pocket expenses and we can forget the whole thing" offered Melinda nervously as she tried to find a solution to the mess at hand.

Nervously exiting the change room, Melinda made a beeline to Bill at the cash to get her normal street clothes. As she ran back to the change room, she couldn't help but feel Bill's eyes undressing her. She vividly remembered his tree-trunk like cock in her ass.

How do I get myself into these messes? Melinda pondered as she stripped out of the leather outfit. Unable to find her bra or panties Melinda became concerned.

"Where are my undergarments?" Melinda called out as she stood naked in the change room holding her blue jeans and matching top.

Bill seemed to rattle on with the terms of the contract:

"Of course, we have the traditional promotional tours to increase sales!"

"Bill.... I'm not doing promotional tours..... I just want my bra and panties... I want to go home" Melinda called out as she lost her composure and began to cry softly.

It then dawned on her that maybe Candy hadn't worn any when she came into the store.

"Shit... Maybe I didn't wear any?" Melinda whispered to herself unaware that her words had been caught by the ever sensitive mic.

Quickly Melinda now slid into the jeans and the top. She scurried from the change room.

"Look Bill... As a personal favour.... We really need to call off this contract.... What will it take.... $1000?" Melinda pleaded.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill listened to the nonsensical ramblings of Melinda as she scrambled to make herself presentable. First she wanted to be a star, she wanted to look like a slut, she wanted four cocks in a massive orgy; now she didn't ever want to be a star? She didn't mean to buy that outfit and parade around town like she had? She didn't want and beg to be fucked in her pussy by each of the four men?

He shook his head in disbelief. He had it all on video. Every minute detail, crystal clear picture quality, and awesom audio, was all recorded for eternal prosperity. He had been down this road before! A willing starlet until the euphoria wears off, suddenly they want to put up all kinds of roadblocks and such. The first time, he was a fool. He didn't have a contract, and all the video was from surveillance cameras, which she contended was illegal and she'd have him in jail, though they did settle on an amicable agreement that Bill collected on every once in a while. Ever since then, however, Bill made sure he had contracts, and at least one moving camera so that there could be no contention that the starlet had no idea she was being filmed.

Now, Melinda was being like most of the others he had come across. He thought she'd be different, actually hoped, but he should have known better. A thousand dollars? Was she kidding? At least now he wasn't staring at her on a video monitor, he was able to look directly into her eyes when she dared to meet his gaze, and he could talk directly to her, rather than a wall.

"Melinda." His voice was still eerily cold and calm, ice in his veins. "You're a business woman, right? You deal mostly in antiquities. When you come across a rare find, something so rare, that you know there are very few of its kind in existence, you instinctively know it has *value*! And you and I both know, with *value* comes a hefty price tag."

Bill moved from behind the counter, leaning against it as he continued to talk to her, face to face. He reached towards her and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, moving a few strands of hair from her face. "Melinda. You are a rare find. You have value, much, much more than a mere thousand dollars." He moved some of the stray strands of hair, tucking them behind her ear as he continued on. "I'm sure you'd be offended if I came into your store, manhandled your most prized posession, and then offered you a hundred times less than the asking price, wouldn't you?"

"However," he backed away, surveying her figure from head to toe, "I am a businessman, and you are a business woman. I'm sure you know about contractual law as much as I do. If you'd like to *negotiate* alternative terms of the contract, I'd be more than willing to hear your counter offers. Let me warn you though, if you're looking for a cash buyout, I don't think you could afford to match the potential income revenue I would lose by opting out of the contract."

He led her to a far corner of the room, where he had two folding chairs propped up against the wall. He opened them up and offered her a seat as he took one for himself. "I'm looking at the *potential* income Melinda, not my current costs and expenses. Now what can you propose?"

 

[little_golden]

Melinda just wanted to go and home and tell Jim everything. She hoped he could help her get out of her latest mess. Normally he had a gift for common sense and finding solutions to her problems. But the problem was complicated and she suspected Jim would freak out. There was the little detail of his fire jacket in the film.

She briefly considered the professor as someone who would listen to her and then try to help in his own way. The professor on the other hand would be clueless since it Bill wasn't in some way connected to the occult. She reasoned she could tell the professor about Candy but wasn't sure how the professor could help restore the natural order in her life. She suspected the professor might be drunk or might even try to flirt with her. The last thing she wanted was more male attention.

As Melinda prepared to leave the store in the least commotion possible Bill had almost seemed receptive to her offer of $1000. However, he very quickly made his point that the film was worth a whole lot more money than that. She knew there was no way she could fork over more than $1000 without Jim finding out. The money from her store was very tight and she couldn't rob all the working capital to buy a useless movie that she wanted only to destroy as quickly as possible.

Melinda sucked in a deep breath of air as old Bill lectured her on the value of the movie. She didn't feel comfortable at all as Bill reached towards her and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, moving a few strands of hair from her face. It seemed way to personal and violated Melinda's personal space. She about about to protest but decided against it.

Bill went on:

"Melinda. You are a rare find. You have value, much, much more than a mere thousand dollars."

Again he made an intimate motion with his hand as he moved several stray strands of hair, tucking them behind her ear as he rattled on:

"I'm sure you'd be offended if I came into your store, manhandled your most prized possession, and then offered you a hundred times less than the asking price, wouldn't you?"

Melinda could see his point and was innocently nodding her head. She didn't like what he was saying but certainly understood his point of view. Bill was a creep and he was exploiting the thing for all he could get.

Cringing a little as Bill uttered "However" and then backed away, and gave her the once over from head to toe, before he added:

"I am a businessman, and you are a business woman. I'm sure you know about contractual law as much as I do. If you'd like to *negotiate* alternative terms of the contract, I'd be more than willing to hear your counter offers. Let me warn you though, if you're looking for a cash buyout, I don't think you could afford to match the potential income revenue I would lose by opting out of the contract."

Oh sugar... What do I say now... What does he want.... Antiques? Melinda tried to focus her brain on getting a creative solution that would solve the problem.

She walked to the far corner of the room, and sat on a folding chair that old Bill had offered her. he sat down beside her and opened up with:

"I'm looking at the *potential* income Melinda, not my current costs and expenses. Now what can you propose?"

"Bill... I don't know what to say.... I can't have you sell that film... You see my husband.... He'll go crazy.... and if you filmed me in that jacket of his... Well he might even lose his job..... It's too crazy" Melinda explained politely as she wiped away little tears from the corners of her eyes.

"But if $1000 isn't enough... I could give you a deal on some great antiques.... What do you really want for the film?..... You see I can't be identified in the film... I'm too easy to recognize in this town .... and then my business would be ruined along with my reputation..... " Melinda lamented to Bill.

She could see Bill didn't care about her feelings or the strain on relationships.

"Bill... Is there a way you could block out my face? .... You know like protect my identity... What if I wore a mask or something.... You could list an created name in the film credits as the actress... No one would care anyway.... You'd still have your movies..... " Melinda half whispered as she looked into Bill's eyes and knew she was at his mercy.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

"Bill... Is there a way you could block out my face? .... You know like protect my identity... What if I wore a mask or something.... You could list a created name in the film credits as the actress... No one would care anyway.... You'd still have your movies..... " Melinda half whispered as she looked into Bill's eyes and knew she was at his mercy.

Bill's mind started to spin at the possibilities. At least she was *considering* holding up her end of the contract, and if it meant that he'd have the opportunity to fuck her again, or to stick his cock down her throat, he'd be willing to rework some of the conditions to the contract. He really didn't need the money. The store, along with his discreet customers and side productions had made him quite wealthy. He just didn't show it. It allowed his clients to *think* they were doing him a favor by donating to his establishment.

"Melinda," he calmly asserted. As long as you're willing to stick to the terms of the contract, I'll do my best to keep your anonymity. You do have an interesting angle we could pursue. But we'd have to come up with an ongoing theme to have you masked. And then we'd have to come up with a good film name for you."

He reached out and brushed her hair again, pulling it off her shoulder and letting it fall behind her. Once more, he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, feeling how soft her skin was. "Though it'd be a shame to hide such a pretty face, and such lovely eyes."

Bill then gave a look of reflection as he pondered the new contractual agreement they were negotiating. "Though we do have a little issue," he pondered aloud. "The contract calls for ten movies. If you don't want me to sell the one we just made, we'll have to shoot another one."

Before Melinda even had a chance to say something about the one she just starred in, Bill informed her of his plans. "I'm going to keep the one we just shot, as a kind of collateral, or insurance policy. I promise not to do anything with it, and I'll give it to you after we've completed the last film."

"So what do you say, Melinda? Do we have a deal?" Then as if a brilliant idea had hit him, he added, "How 'bout it Catwoman? Superwoman? Geisha Girl? Fairy Princess?" They were all costumes he had in his novelty store that came with masks. He had more of course, but they were the most popular. "Ten videos ... my scripting ... you remain anonymous ... I get my money ... you get your money ... we're all happy campers ... Deal?"

 

[little_golden]

Melinda knew she was stuck and needed some sort of compromise. Bill seemed to be holding all the cards and so she was trying to avoid embarrassing herself and Jim while still pleasing her new Boss Bill.

I can't believe Candy signed that... What the heck was she thinking?... Maybe I won't help her cross over... Teach her a lesson... I can't believe what I'm saying... This guy is obviously some sort of predator on women... and a creep Melinda thought as Bill seemed to be contemplating her offer.

Melinda took a deep breath as Bill calmly asserted:

"Melinda,... As long as you're willing to stick to the terms of the contract, I'll do my best to keep your anonymity. You do have an interesting angle we could pursue. But we'd have to come up with an ongoing theme to have you masked. And then we'd have to come up with a good film name for you."

Relief flooded through her as she took for granted that Bill would be successful in protecting her identity. The outrageous scandal could be avoided and she could protect Jim, her own good name, and her business too.

Maybe this can work out.... I can maybe get to know him... Get him to do the right thing too... Surely he'll drop the whole contract thing once he gets to know me a bit better.... I'm too nice for this type of movie.... Melinda thought secretly.

Melinda wanted to reach out and slap him and against her will, he again reached out and brushed her hair, pulling it off her shoulder and letting it fall behind her. Then once more, he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, feeling how soft her skin was as her told her:

"Though it'd be a shame to hide such a pretty face, and such lovely eyes."

It was a strange sensation for Melinda to realize that she was at his mercy. She couldn't tell him off or slap him like she wanted to. She was under contract to him and needed to stay in his favour.

As she held her tongue in check, Bill told her:

"Though we do have a little issue... The contract calls for ten movies. If you don't want me to sell the one we just made, we'll have to shoot another one."

"Okay... I'm okay with that... But you give me the original and no copies right?" Melinda countered as it was the first movie where she knew her identity and her husband's identity was fully exposed. In the future movies she would ensure she was masked and otherwise dressed up with make-up, wigs, costumes and props to protect her identity.

Melinda was about to lay out a bunch of conditions but Bill cut her off as he informed her of his own plans:

"I'm going to keep the one we just shot, as a kind of collateral, or insurance policy. I promise not to do anything with it, and I'll give it to you after we've completed the last film."

It seemed reasonable from his point of view. She was in a bad negotiating position anyway and thought he would keep his word. After all, Melinda always thought the best of everyone.

Bill pushed:

"So what do you say, Melinda? Do we have a deal?"

"Yes...Yes we do" Melinda spoke softly and felt disbelief she had uttered the words of agreement herself.

Bill then pushed forward his own creative ideas:

"How 'bout it Catwoman? Superwoman? Geisha Girl? Fairy Princess?... Ten videos ... my scripting ... you remain anonymous ... I get my money ... you get your money ... we're all happy campers ... Deal?"

"Yes - but I'll be disguised right.... Wigs and masks and things right?" Melinda further nodded. She had no idea where this mess would end but for the moment Jim and their reputations and jobs were safe.

"When do we start the first film?" Melinda asked nervously.......

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

"When do we start the first film?" Melinda asked nervously.......

She had bought into his proposition. Bill was at least relieved that the episode of schizophrenia seemed to have dissipated. He was glad that Melinda had come to a sane decision, because he really didn't want to play his poker hand. There was a lot at stake, and he knew the ante could be raised quite high, making the pot quite lucrative. After all, he looked forward to spending more 'quality time' with his newest porn star.

'No time like the present' he thought to himself, in response to her question. He would love nothing more to have another go 'round with Melinda, but he was spent. And now with time, and an understanding consent on his side, he could do a much better production than the one he currently had. He needed time to recuperate, time to rejuvenate. He needed the night to do that. Tomorrow? No. Tomorrow was Sunday. He needed a day to plan, to put all the small pieces together, to make sure the first film was a 'professional' production. The better the production, the better the promotional possibilities would be. He needed a day to get extra actors, cameramen, makeup artists, props, costumes, and so on.

"How does Monday sound? Let's say around ten? That ought to be enough time for you to open your store and get things under control, shouldn't it? Then, I'm sure you could 'sneak out' for a while, and come on over. We'll fit you for your costume, and then we can go over the script while I drive us to the shoot location." He held out his hand to help Melinda to her feet. He clasped her hand between his and shook it firmly, an unofficial, yet legal confirmation of their oral agreement. He escorted Melinda towards the door and opened it for her, like a true gentleman. "Ten o'clock, now don't be late. I'll see you then. Have a great weekend."

He watched as Melinda strolled across the empty parking lot, her earlier purchase draped over her arm, hidden by the large fireman's jacket cloaked over it. The setting sun in front of her, cast her as a mere shadow walking into the sunset. Bill smiled, flicking the switch, which illuminate..d the neon sign indicating that he was once again, open for business.

Bill returned to his counter and sat, reading the newspaper, as patrons slowly filtered back into his establishment. Long after Melinda had gone, in the middle of working a crossword puzzle, Bill cried out to no one. "Mysteria ... Mysteria Hardwood!" He chuckled and a wide grin crossed his face. 'That'd be a perfect film name for Melinda', he thought. 'Mysteria', since her face and identity would remain a mystery ... 'Hardwood', since she was sure to create a lot of hard, wooden cocks.

He grabbed a nearby pad of paper and wrote 'Mysteria Hardwood' in big bold letters across the top. Below that, within parenthesis, he wrote, much smaller, Melinda's name. Down the left side of the paper, he began creating an inventory of masked, erotic costumes that he had, and others, he knew he could get. Next to them, he listed some possible story themes he could use with those costumes. His creative mind had been sparked, and he was now on a roll, starting to put the plans together. He already had her first movie scripted within his head.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was on pins and needles all weekend. Everything seemed wrong as she tried to be close and intimate with Jim. He seemed happy and open with her. He seemed to want to talk to her about something but he just never really put the issue to her.

There is something going on... But I don't know what.... Did Candy say or do something else? Melinda pondered over and over.

Full of worry and feeling like a cheater on Jim, she tried to keep herself busy with exercise, TV and reading. She even made a point of calling her mom on the phone and thought maybe her mom might be able to help her out of the mess. But in the end, she just couldn't share her predicament with her mom. Her mom was simply too mean and nasty and Melinda felt she might just laugh at her and the mess she had gotten into.

Several times she had debated telling Jim about everything. But just couldn't and everything was so messed up. She knew she would just have to play it for now.

Maybe something good could come out of it... I could donate my share to charity... The firefighters' children wish fund or something... Melinda thought.
As she tried to see the positive side, she now realized she wasn't sure what exactly was her share of the revenues or just how she was supposed to be paid.

Over the weekend she had been extra nice to Jim. She made him breakfast in bed with all his favourite foods. With extra effort she cleaned and pressed his uniforms. The house she kept it perfect and even made a special spaghetti supper on Sunday night before Jim started the dreaded midnight rotation.

Melinda felt like shit as she woke Monday morning. She couldn't believe that the weekend had flown by and she still didn't have a way out. Lost in her own worries she ignored several ghosts that tried to make contact with her. She sensed they were laughing at her.

Absorbed in herself, with an empty house, Melinda was busy with a quick shower, careful grooming, and then lost of time getting ready for work. At 8:45 AM, she left for her antique shop dressed in a very classy black dress with a sweet V cut. At 9 AM, she opened the shop like usual and enjoyed a cup of gourmet coffee with her friend and helper. They made the usual small talk about the weekend but today Melinda' head was elsewhere. She just couldn't focus on the business today.

After leaving directions on purchases needed to be unloaded, cleaned, and displayed Melinda left in a hurry for Bill's shop. However, today she left from the back of her shop and rode an old antique looking bicycle. Dressed in a ladies dark tan trench coat, wearing a long blond Dolly Parton wig, and dark sun glasses, she hurried over to Bill's shop.

Though it was only 9:30 AM she walked into his store after parking her bike at the side of the building.

Seeing Bill, she walked up to the cash and whispered:

"It's me... I'm a little early... If you changed your mind... We can call the whole thing off... But somehow I don't think you want to call it off..."

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim had fallen asleep, the bizarre events of the day, combined with the mulitple fire calls, had drained him of every bit of energy he had. He was so sound asleep, that he never heard his lovely bride come home. He didn't even budge when she had finally climbed into bed with him.

However, when he awoke the next day, it had seemed like the events of the prior day were merely a bad dream. Everything was back to normal, or so it seemed. There were some differences though, that nagged at Jim, but he wasn't about to bring up anything to Melinda. He had embarassed her, and made her feel bad for something that she obviously went out on a limb to do, just for him. Now he was probably paying the price, just as she had threatened. 'Time heals all', he convinced himself, and just let it be.

When he woke, Melinda was in her flannel pj's, rather drab looking, a far cry from her sexy nightie from the previous night, vastly less revealing than the sexy black outfit she had come to him wearing at the firehouse. Normally he'd not have given it a second thought, and considered her sexy enough, even in those pajamas. But given the situation he could only surmise it was meant as punishment.

He wanted to say something, but was afraid he'd only rile up the energy and the hurt anger she displayed in the front of the fire house. She had cleaned, done laundry, cooked wonderful meals, everything she normally did. But she seemed distant to Jim, like she had something else on her mind. She never once, the entire weekend, brought up the incident at the firehouse, so neither did he. He wanted to, he wanted to ignite that same passion she had before, right there in the privacy of their home. But for whatever reason, it was just not meant to be.

Spaghetti dinner was great, but deafly quiet. The air was heavy, and the tension was thick. It was very apparent to Jim that Melinda had something on her mind, as did he, and he was sure she knew that too. But other than casual conversation, nothing came of it. And now it was off to two weeks of midnight rotations.

He hated this schedule, because it kept him away from Melinda. When he was home, she was at work, and when he was at work, she was home alone. But it was the necessary evil, the part of his job that allowed him to help people at all hours of the day, whenever in need!

He kissed Melinda, though it felt as if he was kissing a friend, not his wife. Again, he dismissed it and grabbed his duffel bag, which was filled with fresh clothes that Melinda had done for him. He donned his pressed uniform and headed out the door. It was there that he stopped, and saw for the first time since he'd been home, the reminder of what transpired earlier. He grabbed his station jacket, his name emblazoned largely across the back and on the front. Melinda had scrubbed the soot and fire stains from the jacket for him. He took it from the hook and draped it over the bag, and walked out the door.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill had to laugh. He leaned back in his chair behind the counter and peered over his reading glasses, perched low on his nose. He had been checking his inventory reports.

"Ms. Gordon," he chuckled. "When you said you wanted to be in disguise, I had no idea you meant ... " He covered his mouth as he nearly broke out into hysterics. After regaining his composure he finished his sentence, still chuckling. "... that you'd be in disguise coming into my store. But if that's the way you want to play it, that's fine!"

He circled the counter and wrapped his arm around the shoulder of the Dolly Parton wannabe look-alike. "I like the Dolly Parton look," he brushed his fingers along her exposed cleavage, "but I don't think you quite stack up!" Again, he had to laugh at his joke. "That's okay," he corrected, "I've got some better ideas for your first film."

He led Melinda to the costume racks, which he had inventoried the night before. He pushed several costumes aside, until he cleared a space where there was an assortment of witches costumes. "I thought this would be a nice start for your premiere piece. Let's see, what size are you, hmm?" He pushed a few hangers along the rack, until he found her size. He pulled the outfit out and held it to her lithe body. "Perfect," he exclaimed. He pulled a traditional witch's hat from atop the rack, and crotchless fishnet pantyhose from a nearby display. One last piece he got for her convenience was a black mask, which would cover her eyes. He took a look at what Melinda was currently wearing, and muttered, "Oh, of course." Dragging her still, he took her to where all the footwear was located and told her to pick out her own shoes for the outfit, but they had to be at least six-inch spiked heels! He took the items up to the counter to write them off his inventory list. When Melinda returned with her chosen footwear, Bill was pleased.

"Well that's it. We can get an early start if you'd like." He had her outfit all together. We can keep the wig you got, we can go with your natural hair, or we could get a jet black wig. Any of them would look fine on film!" He carried her outfit to the middle of the store and looked at her. "Would you like to get dressed here, or on location, at the shoot? It's really up to you, but I'd suggest getting dressed there, it'd probably be best to do your makeup and hair first!"

"We can discuss the details in the car. We'll take my car, it's right out front! Though I do have to wait, Pete, will be covering the store for me, while I'm gone."

Just as he had said his name, Pete walked through the door. Pete was a much younger man, probably college aged, but rather dashing. He was clean cut, had an athletic build, and a smile that would knock a girl down from a mile away. He had on a nice pair of blue jeans, and a tight fitting black tee shirt.

"Ah speak of the devil! Well, now we can go." Being the ever polite gentleman that Bill was, before leaving, he introduced Pete to Melinda. "Pete, this here is Mel ... ummm ... Mysteria Hardwood, the next porn star to grace our lovely store! Pete ... Mysteria ... Ms. Hardwood ... Peter Longfellow."

 

[little_golden]

Melinda fought off an anxiety attack as she stood before Bill at the counter. seemed very cordial and professional as he ran his store and the teased her about her disguise.

His words made her grin in the secret joke as he chuckled as he told her:

"Ms. Gordon, when you said you wanted to be in disguise, I had no idea you meant ... that you'd be in disguise coming into my store. But if that's the way you want to play it, that's fine!"

"I'm trying to be discreet.... Remember" Melinda grinned as she realized how foolish she probably looked. But it was needed to protect her identity.

Bill hurried around the counter and then snaked his arm around Melinda's shoulder as he told her:

"I like the Dolly Parton look."

Melinda felt very uneasy as Bill then brushed his fingers along her exposed cleavage, as he told her:

"But I don't think you quite stack up!"

Melinda didn't like the put down but seeing that Bill was laughing she pretended to laugh too.

Bill went on: "That's okay, I've got some better ideas for your first film."

"Okay... What you have in mind?" Melinda asked nervously as the two of them strolled the costume racks of the store. There was a wide choice of outfits, wigs, toys and props. Then Bill pulled out a black witch's costume as he triumphantly announced:

"I thought this would be a nice start for your premiere piece. Let's see, what size are you, hmm?"

"A witch? ... Well okay... I guess.. with a mask " Melinda replied as she tried to imagine just what the movie's plot would be.

What is he planning for the plot? A horror theme... A drama? Melinda pondered.

Melinda felt awkward about revealing her size or measurements. Bill didn't wait and instead rumbled through the costumes pulling out the smaller sizes and testing them against Melinda's figure.

It was silent as he checked her out in the various sizes but then he called out -"Perfect".

"The hat's fine.... Oh God.... That's open" Melinda replied quickly as Bill showed her the black crotchless fishnet pantyhose from a nearby display.

Melinda could see Bill smiling and it made her nervous. She wasn't 100% sure that she could actually go through with it.

I can do it.. I have too.... I'll just pretend I'm Candy Melinda tried to convince herself.

Melinda was surprised as Bill pulled out a black mask. The mask was strange in that it would cover her eyes and she'd have to be ready to act without the benefit of seeing.

Next Bill dragged her to the shoe area and sure enough there was nothing that interested Melinda. But Bill was very direct as he saw her hesitation and he explained she had to pick out high heels - at least six inches spiked heels.

"Oh God... That's high.....But okay.... I'll take these...." Melinda answered as she found a pair of shiny black high heels that were closer to 7 inches high though Melinda assumed they were only six inch heels.

Like an elevator... I hope my co-star is tall Melinda thought as she added 6 inches to her height in her head.

Bill seemed pleased with her choice when she returned to the front of the shop. He then explained:

"Well that's it. We can get an early start if you'd like."

"Okay - Let's get it over it" Melinda replied nervously. When he asked about her wig, Melinda decided to pick a simpler blonde hair wig that would give her shoulder length hair. She didn't want to be recognized and worried that maybe Jim might recognize the Dolly Parton wig. She kept that a secret and pretended it was an off the cuff decision.

Bill had the complete costume ready as he walked Melinda to the middle of the store where he asked her:

"Would you like to get dressed here, or on location, at the shoot? It's really up to you, but I'd suggest getting dressed there, it'd probably be best to do your makeup and hair first!"

"Okay.. You're the boss... Let's get ready there... I'll wear my disguise for now" Melinda grinned as she lowered her sunglasses.

Bill added:

"We can discuss the details in the car. We'll take my car, it's right out front! Though I do have to wait, Pete, will be covering the store for me, while I'm gone."

"Okay" Melinda replied coolly. She wanted to run home and cry. She was barely holding it together as she worried about the film, being nude, and potentially having sex with some stranger or with Bill. She didn't like the way he looked at her or the way he touched her as if he had some sort of special relationship or intimacy with her.

They were interrupted as a good looking college kid hurried into the shop and took over the cash for Bill. he was handsome and for a split second Melinda assumed that was her co-star. But Bill made it clear as he told them:

"Ah speak of the devil! Well, now we can go."

Melinda didn't want to meet his employee. But Bill saw otherwise as he made the introductions:

"Pete, this here is Mel ... ummm ... Mysteria Hardwood, the next porn star to grace our lovely store! Pete ... Mysteria ... Ms. Hardwood ... Peter Longfellow."

"Hello Peter... nice to meet you" Melinda replied forgetting that she should have simply smiled. The young man was clearly checking her out which forced a shocked grin from Melinda which Peter could easily have misinterpreted for interest.

As they hurried to the door, Melinda asked Bill:

"Mysteria Hardwood? When did you think of that?"

Melinda walked with quick hurried steps to Bill's car. She didn't want anyone to see her getting into the car with him. Even in her disguise she was terrified of being recognized. If anyone even saw her in the shop it would be a scandal.

"Oh... ummm... where are we going exactly?" Melinda asked Bill as she buckled herself into he seat.

As the car cleared the lane way, she further asked:

"What exactly is the plot of the movie and what are my lines?"

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill drove off, out of the small city, in the direction of the countryside. As they drove along, Bill kept glancing towards his companion, eyeing her with growing lust, the bulge in his pants becoming quite apparent. "I hope you like the name I picked out for you," he commented as he bedan making small talk en route to their destination. "You are a mysterious person indeed. That's what's going to make you so special."

As the cleared the city limits Bill began to outline what Melinda could expect once they reached their destination. "Once we get there, I'll introduce you to the staff, and the cast. Gina will help you with makeup, and your hair and costume. Harry's gonna oversee the filming and production." They drove a little ways until they reached the farming community.

"The plot is quite simple actually," Bill interrupted the scenic drive. "You're a witch who comes knocking for Halloween. All you have to do is say 'Trick or Treat' and the rest will come quite naturally, I'm sure." Bill chuckled a bit, then filled in a bit more detail. "I'll be the guy who answers the door. I'll invite you in, and then you just follow my lead."

The car pulled up to a farmhouse, Bill leading the car down the dirt path, parking between the barn and the house. He helped Melinda from the car and escorted her into the house, passing the array of other cars already parked there. Once inside, they were greeted by a loud din of confusion as people bustled about, some carrying lights, and others, cameras. There was a short bald man with a bull horn shouting out directions to people, setting them up where he wanted them. When he turned and saw Bill, he settled down and flashed a wide smile, approaching the two. "BILL! GREAT TO SEE YA," he shouted , used to yelling at everyone else. He grabbed his hand and shook it violently, then hugged him, as they patted each other's back. "Is this our new star?" He backed up and took an appreciative look over Melinda's body from head to toe.

"Mel ... um ... Mysteria Hardwood, this is Sam Strong." Sam took an immediate liking to her and took her from Bill. Walking away with Melinda in tow, he led her to an upstairs bedroom, as Bill disappeared. Inside the bedroom, he introduced her to Gina. "Gina, would you please make sure that our new star is ready for the camera."

Turning back to Melinda, Sam placed his hands on hers and looked into her eyes. "Why don't you take off that dress and let me see what we're working with?" He didn't wait for a reply, merely drawing her zipper along the back all the way down, then easing the dress down off her shoulders. He pushed it down until it fell to the floor. Sam whistled, appreciating the fine figure. "Nice," he cooed. Circling back in front, he eased her bra straps down, exposing her firm ripe melons to his filming eyes. Frozen as she was, Sam continued with her disrobing, rolling her modest panties over her hips and down over her thighs. Practically kneeling in front of her, Sam looked over her sex.

Instructing Gina, Sam rose to his feet and turned away. "Shave her smooth, and then powder her so there's no shiny reflections. Even out any blemishes, and make sure the lipstick is bright and red!" Sam stood in the doorway and smiled. "See you two on the set!" He closed the door and walked away, leaving the two starlets in the room together.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Gordon felt a nervous sexual energy between herself and Bill as they drove off to the movie site. The exact location seemed to be a bit of a secret and Melinda wondered what type of budget, crew, and co-stars would be there. As they drove she did her best to keep her legs crossed and far enough so that Bill couldn't reach over and stroke them. She was looking out the window trying to muster up her courage to go through with it. Again she was having seconds thoughts and doubting the wisdom of her behaviour.

As she looked out the window she was startled to hear the voice of Candy in the back seat, as Candy whispered into her ear:

"You know... He's really hoping for a quick blow-job.... He's kinda nervous too... See the bulge in his pants.... He wants you.... Just blow him and get it over it... You know you want his cock... His tree-stump... Remember how you enjoyed it before...."

It spooked the heck out of Melinda and without making a conscious effort she had actually looked over and seen the growing bulge in Bill's pants. She gulped a breath of air and cleared her throat as she knew that Bill was definitely attracted to her. Knowing that Bill couldn't hear or see Candy, Melinda resisted the urge to talk to Candy to find out why she hadn't gone into the light. But more so
Melinda wanted to scream at Candy for this entire mess with Bill.

Bill broke her concentration as he asked:

"I hope you like the name I picked out for you. You are a mysterious person indeed. That's what's going to make you so special."

"It's nice... And probably makes sense.... " Melinda replied in an awkward fashion. In truth she was okay with the name but still horrified at the prospect of starring naked in some B grade porno production

It was tense as Melinda looked behind her to see Candy still there. A couple times Melinda would check behind her hoping that Candy would just disappear. Instead Candy made a nuisance of herself:

"Mysterious Melinda becomes 'Mysteria Hardwood.... You know the mystery slut that makes gets get hardons... You know hard wood... erect dicks... You're so lame Melinda... You didn't that.... You're going to be the queen of hardons.... Just like me.... This Bill is just chomping at the bit to fuck your pretty little pussy..... You just remember to do what they tell you... You're under contract!"

Melinda tried to focus her attention on Bill as he explained:

"Once we get there, I'll introduce you to the staff, and the cast. Gina will help you with makeup, and your hair and costume. Harry's gonna oversee the filming and production."

"Okay... This is my first time... So I'm very nervous... I'm shaking in my boots.... I hope the outfit fits okay... I was worried about it being a little too small and skimpy... You know something more traditional might be better" Melinda explained as she figeted in her car seat and watched as they entered a small farming community and began traversing some dusty gravel roads..

She listened as Bill explained in a chuckling voice:

"The plot is quite simple actually... You're a witch who comes knocking for Halloween. All you have to do is say 'Trick or Treat' and the rest will come quite naturally, I'm sure. I'll be the guy who answers the door. I'll invite you in, and then you just follow my lead."

Melinda felt a little relieved that her lines were so simple.

I knock on the door... I say 'Trick or Treat'... Easy enough... Melinda tried to comfort herself.

"Where here I guess" Melinda mumbled as the car pulled up to a old style farmhouse, and after they parked they headed into the white farm house.

Melinda was surprised at the number of cars in the laneway and then again by the busy shuffling of people back and forth within the house. It looked like the whole place was wired for light and sound. For what she expected to be a low budget movie Bill was certainly going to extremes.

A bossy fellow seemed to be giving directions to almost everyone as he yelled out names and tasks. The short bald man's voice was like thunder as he barked out his orders through a bull horn. It was very clear he was running things.

Bill went to him and the men exchanged pleasantries while Melinda nervously shuffled from foot to foot as Bill made the introductions.

shouting out directions to people, setting them up where he wanted them. Sam strong asked:

"Is this our new star?"

Melinda could feel his intense eyes now glancing her over from head to toe. It was a humbling experience by itself to be assessed in this manner. But then Joe took it further as he backed up and took a second longer and more appreciative look over Melinda's body with greater lingering on her boobs. This time melinda didn't flinch as she held her tongue in place.

Bill spoke in a pleasant manner:

"Mel ... um ... Mysteriafidgetedlane wayMelinda Hardwood, this is Sam Strong."

"Pleasure" Melinda lied as she greeted Sam.

She didn't bother to say anymore. Sam was smiling and she sensed that Sam liked what he saw. Melinda was a little surprised as Bill backed off and it was Sam who was now taking over as he brought her to an upstairs bedroom. Melinda was suspicious of his intentions until she saw a woman with a make-up kit and costumes lined up.


Sam spoke directly:

"Gina, would you please make sure that our new star is ready for the camera."

"Yes Sir" Gina replied with a soft smile as she moved Melinda forward into the room and before a full length mirror. Sam followed the pair deeper into the room.

Oh my... Melinda thought secretly as Sam unexpectedly placed his hands on hers and then looked into her eyes. She half suspected he was checking to see if she was drunk or high.

His direction took her off guard as he told her:

"Why don't you take off that dress and let me see what we're working with?"

"Ummm" Melinda mumbled in a barely audible tone that was masked by the sound of a fan.

Before Melinda could reply or do anything, Sam was drawing her zipper along the back, and then gently eased the dress down off her soft shoulders. Melinda fought the urge to grab onto it and to tell him off. She looked to Gina, but Gina was simply smiling and assessing too. It seemed this was just part of the routine.

Sam pushed it down until it fell to the softly floor and then he whistled in appreciation that made Melinda both smile nervously and blush.She felt really strange standing before these two unknown people in her bra and panties while praised her:

"Nice"

Melinda felt uneasy as Sam now Circled from back to front, and then without asking her he simply took the opportunity to ease her bra straps down, slowly exposing her lovely breasts to his delighted eyes. Melinda didn't dare move. She wanted to run. She gulped a breath of air as Sam continued with her disrobing, as he rolled up her white panties over her hips and down over her thighs. He seemed lost in thought as if making decisions on the film. It was very awkward when he knelt in front of Melinda and looked over her pussy.

Melinda was red faced but this was lost in the dull lighting of the room. The much brighter lights were closer to the make-up mirrors.

Sam seemed pleased enough, but then spoke to Gina with his orders before he left the room without even a 'good-luck' to Melinda.:

"Shave her smooth, and then powder her so there's no shiny reflections. Even out any blemishes, and make sure the lipstick is bright and red!"

As he left he pleasantly smiled and then directed:

"See you two on the set!"

"Oh God that was weird" Melinda confided in Gina.

Gina didn't waste any time as she helped Melinda slip off her panties and bra.

"Up on the metal bed... I'll shave you this time... You need a good Brazilian wax job..... Sam likes it bald.... You know better penetration on film... Guys seem to love it by a 2 to 1 ratio...." Gina explained.

Melinda ascended to step and let Gina do her work. Gina was an expert and talked continuously to Melinda as if trying to keep Melinda's mind busy. It took about ten minutes until Gina had rinsed off the foam and gently wiped her off.

"Ummm... aaaa .. thanks" Melinda told Gina as she descended off the table and towards the bigger application mirrors.

"In this chair.... body make-up and facial make-up... any tattoos or scars or piercings... You look pretty clean cut.... Where did they find you?" grinned Gina as she made small talk.

"Ummm... okay... " Melinda replied as she sat down as Gina hovered around her as she applied a body cream to select areas, then a wide assortment of facial cosmetics which beautified her eye lashes, cheeks, face and lips.

"Ummm ... no tattoos or anything else...." Melinda replied as Gina worked her lips larger, fuller, and very red. It had a sultry look.

When Gina finished Melinda make-up, she dove into fixing up Melinda's hair and getting it ready for a wig.

"If you use a wig... You might consider cutting your real hair shorter.... It would be less tight on your scalp.... Here is the wig... Blonde.... A few streaks... Crimped.... It'll blow a little when they turn the fans on" Gina explained like an expert as she adjusted it on Melinda.

Melinda was amazed at her own transformation.

"Slip into the costume and get your pretty butt downstairs to the first shooting spot.... You'll be coming up the path and then knocking on the door" Gina reminded Melinda.

"Okay..." Melinda replied in a sheepish voice she moved back to the costume area and began to change into her outfit.

Gina called out:

"Skip the panties and the bra.... They like it open and loose... They want lots of nipple and bounce."

Melinda quickly slipped into the black crotchless fishnet stockings, the little body suit, and the black hat. She felt very silly.

"Don't forget your broom over there.... and they have a black pussy... pussy cat downstairs for you...." Gina added as he completed her own make-up.

The room seemed to swirl as Melinda fought off a panic attack and she hurried downstairs to find Bill and Sam.....

"Where's my mask?" Melinda mumbled as she hurried along.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"Where's my mask?"

Bill Smith turned to see a transformed person before his very eyes. Melinda ... Mysteria Hardwood was a gorgeous, breathtaking individual standing there, before him. "Oh my," Bill exclaimed, "I can hardly believe it's you." Bill had already changed into his outfit for the role. From what Melinda could see it was a flannel shirt and a denim bib overall. His outfit was completed with a pair of muddy farm boots and a straw hat. "You look absolutely marvelous."

Bill noticed the concerned, worry look on her face, and suddenly realized what it was that she had said. "Your mask?" He looked around him, spinning in a circle. "It was with the rest of your costume, wasn't it?" Bill looked back to Melinda with a confused look upon his face. When Melinda assured him it wasn't, he offered to retrace their steps with her to help her find it.

They walked out to the car and searched the car entirely to no avail. Both of them looked in the front, the back, and even under the seats. Still nothing, and Bill could hear the panic rising in Melinda's voice. "Relax, we'll find it," he tried to reassure her.

They walked the exact path they had travelled from the car to the house, then from there back to the bedroom. Still, they had found no mask for her outfit. Standing in the bedroom, looking in the mirror, Bill took another look at Melinda. "Hey." He caught her attention as he looked her in the eyes, through the mirror. "Just stop for one minute." His back was to her, but he studied her features closely. "Melinda," he called her in the sanctity of the empty room. "Come here and take a look." He held out his hand for her to hold as he brought her closer to the well lit mirror.

"Look real close," he encouraged her one more time. "Do you think you really need a mask?" You gotta admit, you look nothing like you'd normally look. I mean the makeup, the hair, the outfit. Nobody would know it's you! I mean, it even took me a while to realize it was you. I'm the only one that would really know anyways. So whaddaya think?"

Bill knew where the mask was. It was right where he left it ... on the counter, back at his shop! He had planned all along to try this subtle push, but he had an alternate plan in store, if she really freaked out. So, meanwhile, he tried his best to persuade her that she really didn't need it. The fact was, that he wasn't lying entirely. Gina had managed a transformation of sorts. Melinda looked nothing like the Melinda Gordon that Bill Smith knew. She looke like a radiant porn star in the making, one that would give him and many others a definite hard wood!

The sound of a squelching bullhorn rang out, interrupting their search. "EVERYONE ON THE SET RIGHT NOW!" There was no mistaking Sam's voice bellowing through the house, making sure everyone could hear him. "WE GOTTA GET THIS SHOT WHILE THE LIGHT IS JUST RIGHT, OTHERWISE WE LOSE IT ... LET'S GO .... NOW!"

Bill looked at Melinda expectantly. "Let's go!"

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was hurrying about in a panicky fashion trying to find her mask. The last thing she wanted was to not be ready when the Director called out for action. Second thoughts about this whole film was creeping into her head. There was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that things were going bad and about to get worse.


She ran into Bill who was quick to put her at ease as he reassured her:

"Oh my, I can hardly believe it's you."

Melinda grinned sheepishly as Bill praised her transformation.

"So you think I make a great witch... Is that a real compliment" Melinda teased in a friendly fashion. It was her personality and nature to be nice and friendly with everyone.

Melinda thought Bill was being genuine as he told her:

"You look absolutely marvelous."

"Why thank you Farmer Bill.... They did a great job on you too" Melinda returned the compliment as she saw Bill dressed as an old farmer in a red flannel shirt, blue denim bib overall, muddy farm boots and a straw hat.

Bill must have be listening as he knew Melinda was hunting down her mask. He spoke knowledgeably as he explained:

"Your mask? It was with the rest of your costume, wasn't it?"

"I... I didn't see it.... It wasn't there.... I think" Melinda replied sheepishly as doubt entered her mind.

Melinda was relieved as Bill took control of the search. He seemed so nice and helpful as they walked to the car and checked around. It wasn't there but Bill offered to check upstairs in her dressing room. Unknown to Melinda the crew was checking her out and smiling. They were very pleased at their new starlet. It would be a slice for them to see this witch being fucked by old Bill.

Bill spoke gently:

"Relax, we'll find it."

Maybe it was because he was much older than Melinda or maybe it was the tone of his voice but Melinda felt soothed.

Next they hurried back upstairs to the dressing room. Again there were a lot of smiles from the crew as they past.

Upstairs Melinda began to look around the room trying to figure the mask. It was so critical to protect her identity.

Melinda caught Bill checking her out in the large mirrors. She was about to say something like "caught you" but Bill spoke first:

"Hey. Just stop for one minute. Melinda, come here and take a look."

Bill very smoothly held out his hand and brought Melinda closer to the well lit mirror when he helped Melinda to build her confidence as he guided her:

"Look real close. Do you think you really need a mask?" You gotta admit, you look nothing like you'd normally look. I mean the makeup, the hair, the outfit. Nobody would know it's you! I mean, it even took me a while to realize it was you. I'm the only one that would really know anyways. So whaddaya think?"

Melinda knew he was right. The make-up was so perfect. The costume would reveal mostly her private areas that no one besides Jim was familiar with. She half expected Bill to make another pass at her.

"Ummm... your probably right" Melinda replied as she stared at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked beautiful but in a slutty kind of way. It was wonderful to look so sexy but it made her reflect that a real lady wouldn't be caught dead in the mess she was in.

"But I need the mask... Just in case.... You know to protect those I love...." Melinda explained as she looked around again for the mask.

The sound of a squelching bullhorn rang out, interrupting their search as Sam Strong's voice boomed out:

"EVERYONE ON THE SET RIGHT NOW!" There was no mistaking Sam's voice bellowing through the house, making sure everyone could hear him.

There was a scramble of bodies hurrying around the house that created an artificial sense of urgency. Melinda never saw the mask lying nearby.

San's voice thundered again:

"WE GOTTA GET THIS SHOT WHILE THE LIGHT IS JUST RIGHT, OTHERWISE WE LOSE IT ... LET'S GO .... NOW!"

Bill looked at Melinda expectantly and told her:

"Let's go!"

Melinda hurried down the stairs in front of Bill forgetting all about the mask.

Sam was giving directions to the camera crew. The sets were prepared and were ready. There seemed to be several places all ready for action. The initial focus of attention was the front door and everyone seemed to be waiting for Bill and Melinda.

As Melinda hurried through the front door, Gina appeared from nowhere and stopped her,

"Last minute check" Gina declared as she adjusted Melinda's hat and then moved a few strands of hair here and there. Finally Gina added another coat of the bright red lipstick and told Melinda to follow Herb. Herb was some type of stage assistant and guided Melinda to the end of the walk.

Herb spoke softly in a coaching tone:

"Remember... You're here to trick or treat.... He opens the doors.... You call out 'trick or treat' and then you just go with... Try to pretend your a trick or treater... Obviously an adult having fun with the holiday....Okay... Relax... Think sexy.... Make your moves a little exagerated.... Go slow ... Don't rush things.... Take longer than normal.... Keep smiling and moaning whenever you get a chance."

"Ummm... umm ya... okay" Melinda replied nervously as she felt the heat from the various overhead lights illuminating the front walkway.

"Oh ya.. Here's your pussy" Herb added as he scooped up a black kitten and handed it to Melinda.

"And your broom" Herb further added.

With a smile painted on her voice, Melinda slowly walked up to the house in her skanky black witch's costume. The black witch's hat suddenly felt a little tight. She had the black kitty in one hand and the broom in the other. Her smile became very genuine as the little kitty felt so warm and soft. It was just so cute.

Melinda walked up the path with a soft delightful step as she gently swayed her hips. She had no idea of the angles or close-ups on her. She just smiled and pretended it was all a game. She climbed the three steps to the door and then knocked on the old white wood door using the tip of her broom stick.

Three seconds later, the door was opening, and she spoke out in a sexy adult voice:

"Trrrrricccccckkkk orrrrr Ttrrrrreeeeaaaaaaatttttttttttt" with a strong emphasis on "Treat".