He nodded at Judith Somers. Judith was rumoured to be gay. Amber knew that she was, because Alexandra had told her of their affair. Judith kept appearing at parties with male escorts in an effort to defeat the rumours. Gays didn't get many good parts in television, Jodie Foster being the notable exception.

"Old Harvey has been pestering me all week about you," Dennis said.

"Really? I guess he's earning his money then."

"It's really no good though. I just can't picture you as seductive, well, I can in that gown, but your reputation is simply too wholesome."

"What reputation? I play a television teenager for Christ's sake. You expect me to show a lot of skin or have sex a lot in that part?"

What I'm concerned about is the ability of the audience to believe you in a seductive role."

"I can be as seductive as anyone." she glared.

"Truly. Perhaps we can put that to the test."

"What do you mean?"

"I have Lucas Jones here. He's the male lead in my upcoming feature. Suppose I do a little impromptu screen test between the two of you."

"Any time!"

He grinned. "Come with me," he said.

"You stay here," she told Katherine, then followed after Canner.

They went upstairs into a small bedroom, just her, Canner and Lucas Jones. A minute later Judith came in as well. She and Canner sat in a corner of the darkened room. Canner had Lucas stand beside the bed.

"Go ahead. Seduce him," he said.

"I don't exactly have a script," she complained.

"What woman needs a script to seduce a man?" Canner smiled.

Amber glared at him, and at the grinning Judith sitting beside him. She turned her head to Lucas, then smoothed her expression and slid her tongue along her lower lip to moisten it. She didn't approach him directly. Lucas had been approached by plenty of whores offering their bodies. She would need something a little different.

She walked slowly past him, sighing slightly, acting nonchalant. She pretended to be studying the bed. The bed was a twin size but expensive, with tall posts on each corner leading up to a canopy above. She remembered how she and Paul had fucked with her tied spreadeagled to a bed like this, and that gave her an idea.

"I always thought four poster beds were sexy," she said, her words low, casual. She stood at the foot of the bed, and ran her hands up the two posts. She reached as high as she could, her hands gripping the posts as she raised herself on her toes.

"Have you ever read any romance books?" she asked Lucas, turning her head.

"Uh, no."

"I used to read them when I was a kid," she sighed dreamily, looking away from him. She was practically hanging from the posts. Her arms and shoulders were bare, as was most of her back, and she knew exactly what would spring to his mind as he watched her.

"They were often set in the middle ages, and there were always beds like this. There was a lot of silk ties used to tie women to the bed," she said. "I always thought that was – sexy."

She raised her hands even higher along the posts and arched her back, pushing her bottom out at the three watchers.

"I always fantasised about being tied up like that, maybe even – whipped – naked by a big, powerful man. I could never stand the pain of course, but the image of a naked woman hanging from her wrists is just so... sensual, don't you think?"

"Uh, yes."

"Don't tell me you've never dreamed about that, Lucas," she smiled softly, coyly. "Isn't it every man's dream?"

She turned around slowly, and gripped the posts again, facing him, her arms high.

"We all have fantasies," he said.

"And men always dream of things like that, or is yours the other one?"

"What other one?"

"The other fantasy men have." She let go of the posts and moved over in front of him, her eyes slits, her moist lips parted.

"A woman on her knees before you," she said, breathily. "Naked. Hands tied behind her back. Long, silky hair flowing over her bare shoulders. Nipples hard. Head bowed a little." Her tongue slid over her lips and she traced a finger along his chest as she cocked her head to one side.

"Ever have that fantasy, Lucas?"

"Yeah."

"About me?"

"Yeah, right now."

She smiled knowingly, then turned around. She walked away from him, back to the foot of the bed. With a casual motion she slipped the thin straps over her shoulders and the dress slipped down to her hips. She felt a shiver along her spine, but the brandy she'd consumed dimmed it.

Her back was to him, and the others. She reached up and gripped the posts again, her hands high.

"Do you think a woman's back is beautiful, Lucas? I mean, everyone speaks of breasts and legs and asses, but I think a woman's back looks extremely sensual."

"I never thought about it," he said.

She turned slowly around and faced him, her hands gripping the posts again. His eyes flicked back and forth between her breasts and her face. She was fighting to control her breathing, both anxious, fearful and excited at exposing herself before the three.

"The two images a man finds most provocative are a woman, with her back to him, arms upstretched, and a woman, again with her back to him, and her wrists bound together just above her buttocks. You could also add a third, a woman on her hands and knees, again her back is prominent."

"When women are on their knees in front of me they're generally facing me," he said.

"But when you fantasise, you picture her from the back or the sides, so you can see her wrists." She moved towards him, her hands at her sides, pushing the dress down over her hips. It slipped to the floor and she stepped out of it.

She turned around as she reached him and crossed her wrists behind her back, bowing her head.

"Don't you think that's... sensual?" she sighed.

"Yes, it is," he gulped.

"Take off your tie, Lucas, put it on me and see what it looks like." Her voice was soft, husky, purring.

She didn't move, didn't talk. She waited, and a few seconds later she felt the silk slipping around her wrists. Lucas criss crossed the silk, binding both wrists tight at the small of her back. Then he let go and she pulled against it.

"Doesn't this look sensual?" she sighed. She lowered herself to her knees, her back to him. She bowed her head and pushed her bottom out a little.

"It looks very... hot," he said, moving around in front of her.

"It looks nice from this side too."

He reached down and gripped her hair, not tightly, pulling to raise her head up. She pulled her head far back with a sudden harsh movement, groaning loudly, arching her back to thrust her breasts up at him. Her head rolled slowly from side to side, her eyes closed.

She felt her body almost radiating sexual heat. Her pussy was moist and bubbling, her pussy lips rubbing together each time she moved. Her nipples were hard and her breasts swollen. She worried about being seen as out of control, but knew her lust was producing a provocative image.

Lucas moved around behind her again as she let her head slowly drop forward. She heard the rustle of clothing, then felt him lower himself to his knees behind her. His naked body pressed up against hers. Was he acting or was this a scene? She didn't know and wasn't sure how to respond.

His hands stroked her shoulders and then slid around her, cupping her breasts gently. His mouth slid feather light along her shoulder and up against the nape of her neck. Then his tongue darted out briefly, slipping along her skin before disappearing back into his mouth.

It flickered out again, against her earlobe. She felt his cock pressed against her buttocks. It was soft, but not entirely so. Soft was no good, whether this was a play or not. If she couldn't arouse him how could she convince Canner she could arouse the audience?

She pushed her bottom back, grinding it into his crotch, mashing her buttocks over his cock in slow circular motions. She wondered if she was making a complete fool of herself, and tried to remember how much brandy she'd drunk

"What will you do for me?" he whispered.

"Anything." she replied, recognizing the exchange now from Canner's last movie.

He gripped her hair, forcing her head back and then kissed her on the lips. Their kiss was long and deep, their tongues sliding together in slow languorous movements. As his left held her hair his right hand slid down her body, stroking her silky flesh, then eased in between her legs and cupped her naked pussy mound.

She was a little embarrassed for he could not possibly miss the heat and wetness there, and she was still not sure this was anything but a screen test.

But then his cock began to harden against her buttocks and she knew that, even if it were just a scene, he was becoming as aroused as she.

The question, though, was whether Canner thought it was arousing. A moment later she had an answer as he appeared in front of her, his pants off, his erection thrusting out from his thick pubic hair, pointed at her face. He carried his chair with him and set it down before her, then sat down on it.

She thought momentarily about Judith, and wondered what she would think, but cared more about pleasing Canner right now than what Judith might do to her reputation. Canner slid his hand through her hair and she willingly bent forward over his groin, rubbing her cheek against his erection.

She felt its heat against her face as she moaned softly. She wasn't sure this was right, wasn't sure she wouldn't get a terrible reputation, wasn't sure Canner wasn't just taking advantage of her. But her body was hot, burning with lust and desire, and satisfying it was rapidly becoming her only real concern.

Behind her, Lucas was still nuzzling his tongue against her neck. His hands still cupped her breast and fondled her pussy. He shuffled back a little then and gripped her thighs, pulling them apart. She moaned in passion, and spread them willingly as she leaned over more, pushing her bottom back at him.

She slid her tongue along Canner's hard prick as she felt Lucas's hands stroking up and down her buttocks. Then just as she slid her lips over Canner's fat cock knob Lucas jammed his hand beneath her thighs and gripped her pussy hard.

She gasped, her head jerking back. His fingers dug into her soft, sensitive pussy pad, mashing and squeezing the tender meat painfully. Canner gripped her head and pulled it back down, holding her cheek pressed against his thighs.

She moaned as Lucas abandoned his grip on her pussy and she felt something thick and warm pressing against her entrance. His cock slid smoothly up into her and she sighed weakly, trembling slightly as his organ was buried in her silky belly.

"Tight," he gasped.

"Use it," Canner said in a calm tone.

"Yeah!"

Lucas ground his hips into her rounded buttocks, gripping her hips to pull her bottom out further. His cock began terrible, slow withdrawal, moving back down her oozing sex tube at a snail's pace. His cock head slipped out of her, leaving her vacant, then touched her briefly before sliding back in.

She had never been fucked so slowly before. His cock was moving steadily in and out, often coming out completely, rubbing across her flesh, across her sex lips, across her clitty. It was moving back and forth in her belly, exciting, arousing, but it was all in slow motion, and as hot as Amber was, as hot as she was becoming, that slowness was becoming more and more frustrating.

She tried to hump back against him but he held her hips too firmly. She felt Canner's eyes on her, and then saw a set of women's feet alongside her, and knew Judith stood by watching as well. She felt like a lab experiment, and grew embarrassed again.

Yet her belly was quivering with lust and she was too incited to care much about who was watching or what they were thinking. Her hands jerked fitfully against the silk tie binding them, but couldn't break free.

She felt a hand, Canner's hand, she realized, sliding under her and cupping one of her breasts. He held it very loosely, his hand stroking along the sides of the fat, hanging mammary. Then Lucas slid a hand around her and up between her legs, a single finger stroking her clitty with exquisite gentleness.

"Fuuuuck meeee," she groaned, humping back at him.

"Keep still," Canner's ordered, his voice calm.

Lucas kept sliding his hard erection up into her to the hilt, then drawing it out all the way. Each time his cock left her she quivered with anxiety, fearful it wouldn't come back. Each new penetration brought a groan of relief and pleasure from her straining body.

Fire was burning along her veins and she trembled with lust and arousal, but the slow pace of his fucking was not allowing her to satisfy herself, was not doing anything for her lust but making it more powerful, less satisfying. A terrible yearning itch was growing inside her, down deep in her pussy, and her hands pulled harder, more desperately at the tie, as if she could stuff her hand up inside her pussy and halt the fire.

"Fuck mee!" she snarled, trying to tear her head free from Canner's firm grip.

"Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me!"

But instead he halted his stroking with his cock buried inside her. He and Canner pushed her upright, pressing her back against him. She was panting heavily and her body quivered with need. Lucas gripped her hair and pulled her head back, then she heard a click, followed by a buzzing.

She saw Judith handing Lucas a vibrator. Lucas took it and slid it down between her legs, probing at the top of her slit with the rounded nose. He touched it to her body, letting it rub gently over her clitty as she bucked desperately back at him.

"Exquisite," Canner said, watching.

Her body began to reverberate to the machine's buzzing motions and her breathing became more harsh and strangled. Lucas pulled the vibrator away from her pussy and let it glide up her body. Her pressed the vibrator heavily against the underside of her right breast and sawed it back and forth along the fleshy mass of breasts.

He rolled it upwards, mashing her breasts beneath it like a rolling pin squashing bread dough. Then he pulled it free and touched just the tip to her nipple. He left it there, her nipple quivering in response to the machine's vibrations.

Her nipple was already so hard it ached, but Lucas proceeded to set the tiny pink bud on fire. It screamed with desire. She would have given almost anything for him to grip the little pink nipple and squeeze it hard, or better yet suck on it.

Instead he shifted the vibrator to her other nipple and let it turn that one to quivering, burning fire as well.

"Fuck me," she panted. "What are you doing? Fuck me! Both of you! Fuck me!"

But they ignored her as her nipple burned bright. She tired to buck back against him but Lucas moved with her, keeping his hips pressed to her behind. Her body was growing so aroused that she felt her orgasm approaching, even without much movement between her legs.

She closed her eyes and began jerking her hips from side to side and back and forth, every tiny shift of his cock pole inside her sending delirious ecstasy ripping through her body.

But Lucas pulled away. She almost cried out and then realized she had cried out. Lucas pulled his cock free of her and Canner pulled her head back into his lap. She whimpered and moaned as the two bent her over and spread her legs apart once again.

She humped uselessly at the air behind her as Canner rubbed his cock over her face, then pulled her mouth down onto the head.

"Fuck me," she gasped, just before his cock slipped into her mouth.

She tried to squeeze her legs together but Lucas held them open. She bobbed her lips up and down on Canner's stiff cock, her mind reeling from an overdose of sexual stimulus.

She didn't know what was going on, or why they were acting like they were. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Yet all her steaming sex felt was air. She slipped her tongue all around Canner's prick head as she slid her lips up and down his shaft. Her mouth made little gurgling moans around his saliva coated staff.

Lucas bent over behind her, examining her gleaming moist pussy opening. He pursed his lips and blew a soft stream of air at her pussy.

Amber gasped and bucked back helplessly, but touched nothing. Lucas continued to blow a stream of air up and down her slit, the sensation maddening to her. She humped back instinctively, her body pulsing with sexual desire.

She sucked frenziedly at Canner's prick, her lips sliding steadily up and down, up and down, her tongue slipping up and down against the underside of the head as she sucked.

She felt something soft brush over her pussy, the lightest of strokes like soft silk on air. A sharp burst of agonizing heat ripped through her pussy. She tried to turn around but Canner held her head down.

She felt the brush again, a soft caress that slid right up along her slit. Another blast of sharp edged pleasure shot through her fuck pad. She humped back but felt nothing more. Canner shoved her head down and now began humping up into her mouth, grunting with pleasure as he climaxed.

Her mouth filled with semen and she swallowed reflexively, the thick, hot, gooey liquid sliding down her throat like molasses. She continued to slide her lips up and down his cock until he let his hand slip from her head.

Then she pulled up and looked around, just in time to see Judith, a leer on her face, slide a long feather down between her thighs and stroke it up along her pussy slit and then up along the cleft between her buttocks.

She gasped and jerked forward as the feather tickled her flesh, as the jagged heat made her pussy quiver.

"Wha... what are you doing to meeee?" Amber moaned weakly.

"Showing you lust, my dear," Judith smiled. "You young people are so impetuous. You don't really know what passion and heat are."

She slid the feather up and down between Amber's buttocks, then down against her mons, stroking it back and forth.

"Stop it! Stoooop!" Amber gasped, trying to jerk her pussy away.

But Lucas pulled her back by the hair, laying her down on the floor with her arms beneath her. He knelt on one shoulder to pin her to the floor then turned on the vibrator and began to glide it around the edges of her breasts in a figure eight pattern.

Judith sat on her heels between Amber's legs. She pulled her thighs wide open, then knelt on them as she caressed her pussy with the feather. She began massaging her soft, slick sex with her other hand, staying clear of her clit as she rubbed her fingers into the malleable flesh.

"Fuck meee," Amber groaned, her head rolling from side to side.

Her body was throbbing with sexual power, her flesh tingling, her insides rolling and twisting and churning. Her body jerked, her bottom bouncing, grinding into the floor, her back arching. Her head felt tight, pulsing like it was going to explode.

"Jesuuuus," she groaned. "Oh GhuuhOoOddd!"

Her breasts felt as hard as rocks, heavy, swollen, the meat pushing out against the taut skin which encompassed it. And at the very center of each was a burning coal, her nipples, now cruelly hard, actually hurting, aching, screaming with the sizzling sexual impulses within her.

"Suck my tiiiiiiits," she sobbed. "Suck theeeem!"

But they didn't. Lucas turned off the vibrator and sat back. Judith stopped stroking her pussy with the feather. They watched her, holding her down as she quivered and trembled and moaned, the heat slowly dissipating, leaving behind a tightness and prickling sensation, a desperate yearning.

Judith continued to kneel on her thighs, pinning them down. Below that Amber's legs flopped and jerked spasmodically. Her body undulated as she strained against their hold.

She fell limp, panting, chest heaving, whimpering. Her body was glistening with sweat, her hair plastered against her face. They watched her for a few minutes, then Judith knelt, replacing her knees with her elbows as her finger probed at Amber's pussy.

She slid her lips open and began to lick at her pink pussy, her tongue probing inside as she sucked out Amber's hot sex honey. Amber began writhing again, grunting and gasping and moaning, her legs jerking and flailing again.

But then Judith moved her head away and stood up. Lucas shifted back as well. Amber groaned and rolled over onto her side, squeezing her thighs together. Canner stood up, then reached down and gripped a thick mass of Amber's damp, tangled hair.

He pulled her up and she gasped in pain and groaned in misery as he forced her to her shaky feet beside him.

"Lust. Passion. Heat," he whispered, holding her hair up in a mass, forcing her to her toes.

She whimpered and panted, but could do nothing to either relieve the terrible need within herself or pull free of his grasp.

He forced her head back, then began pulling her backwards along the carpet. She staggered back helplessly, whimpering and groaning, her mind blistered by the heat churning within her. Canner dragged her back and then swung her around before a large mirror.

"Sexual passion is a very all possessive thing," he whispered. "Nothing else matters when it's on you. It tears into you and digs into your guts and sits there, burning and burning, until something releases it."

He held her there, Amber sagging weakly, panting, staring through half open eyes at her bedraggled form in the mirror.

Canner reached down and gripped her pussy, squeezing harshly, cruelly, savagely. Amber tried to cry out, her mouth opening wide, her eyes bulging, but only an insane gurgle of air bubbled from her lungs as her chest was gripped in the same terrible vortex that suddenly tore through her.

Canner's hand gripped her pussy mound in a vice like grip, her pussy screaming as it was mashed and crushed, but even the pain was heat, was sensation, and almost any sensation would have set her off, and it did.

She came, her body wriggling, thrashing, shaking against him, her head jerking up and down repeatedly. She grunted again and again, her entire body dancing in a silvery flame that burned up through her open pussy entrance.

She basked in the flame even as it crisped her mind and body. She would have fallen but Canner's grip on her pussy and hair held her in place as she shook furiously.

Then it was over and she fell to her knees, her breath harsh and ragged. Canner let go of her hair and gave her head a shove so she fell forward onto her shoulders. Lucas knelt behind her and she groaned as his cock thrust deep into her belly.