Naked Portraits Pt. 16

He nodded as she unbuckled his belt. Soon he was as naked as she. She stood and stepped in close, his erection the only distance between them.

"Happy birthday Eddie," she said with s smile. Even without her heels she was four inches taller then him.

A full-orchestrated number swelled as the scene cut to a close shot of Samantha dropping to her knees again and taking Eddie's erection into her mouth. The camera lingered as she drew him in deep then it panned around them putting the room into a dizzying spin. It was an impressive shot.

A series of cross fades followed of her sucking and stroking Eddie from multiple angles. The music, the cross fades, the intimate close-ups were all reminiscent of old movies from the fifties of lovers kissing.

Eddie spoke; the camera angle is from below looking up at him, his erection is in Samantha's mouth. "How much you getting paid to do this?"

The camera angle changed looking down at Samantha. She ceased her oral attentions, looked up at him and said, "Is that a proper question to ask a lady?"

"Sorry, I was just wondering what it would cost me to watch you blow all of my friends."

Cut to a side mid shot as Samantha stood up keeping a hold of his erection with one hand. "A lot," she said.

"I have a lot," Eddie said holding her gaze.

The scene cuts to the study sliding door from the outside. A full brassy orchestrated version of Diamonds Are a Girls Best Friend kicks in. The door suddenly flies open and Samantha struts out fully naked in just heels her C-cup breasts bouncing lightly with each step. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, and said to the camera with an expression as brassy as the music, "Everybody gets a blowjob so get naked."

All the guys on the screen started undressing quickly.

"Who would like to be first?" Samantha asked of her freshly naked audience. An enthusiastic volunteer stepped forward.

Cut to Samantha kneeling on a sofa as the volunteer aggressively fed her his cock. The shot panned back to show the other naked men nearby stroking themselves watching the action on the sofa.

Samantha pulled the cock out of her mouth and said through gritted teeth, "Come on my face!"

The guy took his hardon in hand and pointed it at Samantha's face. Three white shots splashed her chin and bright red lips. She blinked when a forth shot hit near her right eye.

The background music switched to Madonna's Material Girl. Samantha looked around at the gathered erections and asked, "Any new comers?" A penis appeared on her right and unceremoniously spewed several large torrents of come onto her forehead and hair. She yelped at the suddenness of it. The camera zoomed in catching it all in close up detail.

Samantha smiled for the camera and said, "Let's get all of the key parts." She presented her perky C-cups to the camera; a cock appeared and she took it into her mouth. After a minute of sucking, the cock popped out of her mouth and spat several strings across her pale breasts. She got up and walked away from the sofa and ascended the stairs halfway up were she sat and waved for someone to join her.

A guy climbed the stairs and presented her his stiff penis. She took the tip into it her mouth worked the length aggressively with one hand. The guy hissed, grunted and pulled away from her. She got to her feet, turned and leaned against staircase railing popping her shapely ass out in a classic fifties cheesecake pose. The guy shot five messy loads onto her presented ass. Samantha stood up straight as the camera focused in on the rivulets of white fluid flowing down her ass and the back of her thighs. She looked over her shoulder and right at the camera.

"Enjoying the show birthday boy?" she asked.

Cut to Eddie standing naked at the bottom of the stairs stroking his hardon then cut to a shot over Eddie's shoulder as Samantha descend the stairs, her face, hair and body glistening with liquefying semen. When she reached the base of the stairs, she dropped to her knees.

Cut to a shot over Eddie's left shoulder looking down at Samantha's seman soaked face and hair. Eddie held his erection in place inches from her face. A sexy classic Marilyn smile touched her mouth. Eddie gasped and let his seed fly. Seven huge ropes of jizz that would have made Peter North proud, jetted from the man's cock. She flinched and squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head a little to one side, probably an instinctive response to all that stuff flying at her. The fresh load, white and thick decorated her forehead, cheekbones and red lips.

The camera zoomed in looking down at her. She opened her eyes and sang softly, "Happy birthday to Eddie...happy birthday...to you. She smiled and all the naked men start to applause. Eddie helped her to her feet. Samantha took a deep bow. The screen faded to black as Material Girl picked up in volume. The words, THE END in pink cursive letters faded in then faded away along with Madonna's Material Girl.

For a porn film it was very creative but it was still just that, a porn film made for men thus demeaning and gross. A part of me suspected that it may have been Meka's intent that I watch this movie to plant uncertainty in my mind. And just maybe, her ploy worked as fresh doubt filled my head.

Do I want do this? I asked myself or more to the point, WHY do I want to do this? I looked up the time on my cell. It was 12:26, almost two hours since Meka left.

Restless, I got up from the wicker sofa, slipped my phone in a front pocket of my jeans, went down stairs and crossed the street to the banyan tree.

My eyes took in the seemingly endless canopy overhead and it amazed me that the tree was a single living organism yet it was the size of half a city block. I read somewhere that it was one of the oldest and biggest banyan trees in the world. I wondered how tall it was because it dwarfed the two-story old courthouse building next to it. A local workman, up high on a cherry picker ladder, trimmed tree branches close to the courthouse walls. I bet if the tree wasn't constantly pruned it would consume the building or all of Lahaina town for that matter.

I walked in the shade of the massive tree dodging thick and thin woody vines hanging from branches above. The vines that were allowed to touch the ground took root creating new supports for the tree to expand outward; some of the supports were as big as temple columns.

Leisurely, I wove among the gang of artists selling their wares under the ancient banyan. Most catered to the tourist with oils, watercolors and cheap prints of local scenes. I watched a painter in a straw hat sell a 9x12 oil of the banyan tree right off his easel to a gushing female tourist. Five minutes after the tourist left, the artist replaced the oil with its identical twin. I smiled and wondered how many more he had stashed away.

Twenty minutes later I found a gem among the rocks, a Hawaiian woman selling tablecloth size original batiks. Each piece was intricate and glowing with life. Some had abstract designs others represented local scenes. My favorite was of the Iao Needle done in greens, blues and umber with a complex geometric boarder. It was priced at a scandalous $45.00. If this were in a Honolulu gallery it would be priced over a thousand easy. Another batik caught my eye; a portrait of a Hawaiian woman. The figure's hair was blue black, skin a rich red-brown, her eyes ominous yet sexy. The Van Gogh like swirling background was done up in red and fiery yellows and ultramarine blue.

"You like buy Pele?" the Hawaiian woman asked around the cigarette in her mouth.

"Pele goddess of the volcano," I said in a whisper. The Goddess Pele was the most volatile of all the Hawaiians gods.

I bought Pele and the Iao Needle and insisted on paying three hundred for the pair. The happy woman forced me to take a third at no coast. For Aly, I picked a geometric piece in blues, white, black and grays that made me think of a spider's web.

My cell rang and of coarse it was Meka. "Hey," I said.

"Hey." Meka said back. "I forgot my charger and extra battery. Could you bring it to the Western for me?"

"I'm on it girl," I said.

In a barely audible whisper she said,"You're not gonna believe who David got to play the Asian female role." Then in a louder voice she said, "Just pull up to the lobby circle. They'll park the car for you and someone from the front desk will see you up."

I thanked the batik lady, rushed back to my room, got the charger and battery, then rushed back down to find the ugly rental car. As I drove to the Western, I had an insane thought that the new Asian girl was Betty. Ten minutes later I handed the rental keys to a valet at the Western. The Hotel manager accompanied me in the elevator and he used a key card to get us to the floor of the presidential suite. When door opened he said, "Follow the hall and turn to the left."

With a polite thank you, I stepped out onto a plush maroon carpet. The elevator door closed taking the manager away. Immediately after the left turn I ran into a security barrier made up of two large Hawaiian men in gray suits. The wall of gray had to be Luke and Patrick, the security guards Meka had mentioned. Two sets of cold brown eyes looked down at me from a great distance.

I held up the battery and charger and squeaked out, "This is for Meka Okuda the director?" One mountain of muscle nodded his immense head and I walked pass glad that Meka hadn't forgotten to tell them I was coming. The smell of cigarette smoke greeted me as I approached a cluster of people blocking the penthouse door, I counted five males and one female. Two of the men wore tuxedos, three in casual dress. The lone female was a tallish redhead in a tight green short dress. It was none other then Samantha Seeds. Images of her as Monroe doing dirty things filled my head and like an idiot I gawked at her. Our eyes met and I couldn't look away. The woman was absolutely Hollywood glamorous. Stop staring you idiot my brain screamed at me. I forced myself to look down, pushed my way pass the scrum of smokers, tuned the knob of the door and stepped into the presidential suite.

A deep musical male voice called from my right. "Hey Gwen, nice to see you."

I turned; it was Harry from the cove shoot. "Hey," I said. The guy looked delicious in his tuxedo. "You look good. A rental?" I asked of the tux.

"It's Armani, and it's his," Meka said materializing at my side. She took the charger and battery from me and said, "I actually need these. Wendell! Get this in the camera and charge the dead one. Now!" A skinny haole guy rushed forward to do Meka's bidding. I jumped when she shouted, "Michael! You find the trouble!"

"Not yet, I don't know if it's software or mechanical" a voice came from somewhere.

"You're eating my clock Michael," Meka said her voice full of irritation then she said to me, "We're not getting audio with the big cameras." At that moment, the stunning Samantha Seeds entered the room. Meka said to her, "You probably think were a bunch of yokel amateurs."

"Hell no," Samantha said, "Most of the directors I've worked with wouldn't bother looking for the problem. They'd keep filming then dub in the heavy breathing and grunting later." Meka, Harry and I laughed. Samantha continued. "The adult movie industry has gone down hill. The new industry standard is a hand held camera, a cheap hotel room and a bottle of Viagra. This is a treat working with a real director, a real crew, even a script."

"It's a cable! Two minutes for a replacement," A voice came from somewhere.

"Thank the Virgin!' Meka said, "Cole, get every one in place for the hallway scene."

Cole opened the door to the nearest room and called, "Ready for hallway scene please." A pretty Asian girl in a tight black short dress stepped out and followed Cole to the hall outside the room. My eyes grew large when I saw it was Li Hong. I turn to Meka and said in a shocked whisper, "Has she lost her mind?"

"It's her life," Meka said then added, "What about you? You seem to not care what this could do for YOUR future."

"Who cares about me? I don't have three gold medals, countless adoring fans and millions in endorsements at stake."

"I care," Meka said bluntly, "but like I said about Li, it's her life."Meka left the room to join the group in the hall.

Harry stayed. Apparently he wasn't in the hallway scene. "Want a tour?" Harry asked.

"Um, sure," I said absently but what I really wanted to do was follow Li and make her tell me why she wanted to destroy her life like this.

Harry and I took two whole steps, we stopped and he said, "Welcome to the main set." I laughed as he waved his hand at a large burgundy sofa surrounded by lights. "Down this way is the balcony designated the communications platform because that's the only place in the suite were cell phones will work." To help prove his point I saw a crowd of people consisting of three handsome Hawaiian men in tuxedos and a chubby local girl speaking on cell phones out on the balcony. "That door is the woman's dressing room and this door is the men's dressing room, makeup station, smoking lounge and fluff station all rolled into one. Officially dubbed the multipurpose room. Do I have to explain fluffing?"

I laughed. "No."

Harry opened the door to the multipurpose room. Several clothing racks on wheels took up the corners. Along one wall a long mirror rested on a pair of nightstands with two folding chairs before it. On the bed sitting cross-legged was a pretty dark skinned local girl perhaps Filipino in a metallic gold bikini speaking into a cell phone. A burning cigarette bobbed in her mouth as she spoke.

"That's Genie the fluff girl," Harry said. Genie smiled, gave a little wave and went back to her conversation.

"Bum a smoke Genie?" Harry asked. Genie tossed him a pack of Marlboro Lights and a golden Zippo lighter; the lighter was a perfect match to her bikini. A loud rude electronic beep emanated from Genie's phone.

"Fuck!" she barked. "My battery dead!" She tossed her useless phone on the bedside table. "Az my boyfriend he think I cheating on him. He so fuckin' stupid. I gotta call back before he flip. Barrow your phone Harry?"

Harry took a drag from his smoke. "Sorry left it in the car."

The girl looked so down cast that I pulled my cell from my pocket and said, "Us mine."

She beamed me a warm dazzling smile and quickly dialed her boyfriend's number. "Hey baby," she said then several expressions played across her face, all of them negative. She barked, "I not in Honolulu! I borrowing somebody's phone mine dead...One girl here at work!" Genie thrust my phone at me, "Say hi he think you a guy."

"Uh...Hi I'm Gwen?" I said automatically.

Genie pulled the phone back. "See stupid...Wait! Wait, no mo' bars here I goin' outside." Genie stood; the girl was less the five feet tall. She lit another cigarette then said to Harry and I, "I goin' out on the balcony, come get me if I needed." Harry and I watched her cute little bikini-covered ass as she exited the room.

I said, "I wonder if fluffing strange men for a porn movie constitutes cheating?"

Harry laughed. "I was thinking the same thing," he said.

As Harry smoked his cigarette, I sat on the edge of the bed and gave him the once over. I said, "You look fantastic in that tuxedo. Like a character from a James Bond movie." And if he looks at me with those liquid brown eyes long enough I'm going to fall into them. To keep from falling I kept the conversation rolling. "So, Harry man of mystery, what brings you to Maui to do a porn movie with Samantha Seeds?"

"Phone call from Meka a couple of months ago. When she told me that Seeds was in it, I was all in."

"You done a lot of films for Meka?"

"A few but all private stuff like the ones with Rudy and Cassie. This is my first real porn gig."

"What's it like working with Ms. Seeds?"

A smile spread across his face and he went from handsome to beautiful just like that. I thought of the forest goddess Clara turned to flesh by Leo and Tessa in the pointless animated game. For a second I thought of asking him if he had anything to do with that creation but held my tongue because of Meka's secretive patrons.

Harry said, "Samantha's nice and knows her stuff. She makes all of this fun." Harry laughed. "As one of the other guys was doing her she asked him, 'So what's it like fucking Ann Margaret?' Then the guy said I thought you was Ginger from Gilligan's Island?"

I laughed and said, "What kind of fantasy was going through that guys head?"

"I know!" Harry said with a laugh.

I laughed some more then asked, "Money must be good?" I thought of my advance stuffed in a shoe back at the Lahaina Inn. The Batiks were the first thing I had spent it on.

"Wouldn't know, I don't get paid."

I blinked. "You're kidding."

"No, serious." He said. "I make enough money in the real world so I do this for kicks."

The door opened, Cole stuck his head in the room and said, "Harry, your scene with Shelly is next so get it going with Genie," Cole ducked back out and closed the door.

I frowned and asked, "Shelly?"

"Yeah, the main character is named Shelly."

"Whoa, Is the movie named Shelly's New Dance?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was written by some Russian chick." Harry said as he crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand.

"Erica Lostindavoid," I said.

Harry gave a small smile and a shrug and said, " Yeah, that's her. I better get Genie and get to work."

My two paintings inspired by Shelly's New Dance filled my head, and following that was an all too familiar flush of heat between my legs. The very air in the room seemed to flux and reshape around me as sexual electricity crackle on my skin. In response to my sudden altered state I said softly, "I'll do it?"

"Get Genie?" Harry asked misunderstanding.

"No, fluff you I mean," I said softly. Harry's liquid brown eyes looked down at me sitting on the edge of the bed. A barely perceptible smile touched the edge of his mouth. He didn't say a word and stepped within my reach. "What do I do?" I asked knowing full well what was required but for some reason, I wanted him to tell me what to do.

Playing along, he said, "Take off your shirt it helps to see some skin."

With a thumping heart, I pulled my t-shirt over my head exposing my translucent cream bra. I tried to resist the urge to cover up my near exposed nipples but the stupid shyness won out and I crossed my arms in front of me. With a force of will, I dropped my hands to my thighs and then forced myself to look into Harry's face and not at the door. "Should I lose the jeans too?" I asked with false bravado. Adrenaline coursed through my vanes adding to the loud beating in my chest and head.

"Yes," Harry said simply.

Staying seated on the bed, I kicked off my sandals, unsnapped my jeans and pealed them off revealing dark blue panties with white trim. Involuntarily, my eyes flickered to the door as I said, "Now what?"

"Get me out," Harry said casually.

I undid his belt and pants, fished a hand under the elastic of his black cotton briefs and grasped his rock hard erection. Using both hands, I sprung his seven plus inches free and marveled at its dusty plumb brown color. "Looks like I'm doing a fine job so far," I said. The door opened and I jumped out of my skin as four men dressed in tuxedos entered the room.

"Where's Genie?" one of the guys asked.

With his eyes on me Harry said, "Stepped out." Without another word, the four men unceremoniously undid their belts and pants. Harry said softly to me, "Remove your bra."

Without thinking (apparently) I removed my bra and leaned back to be viewed. The four new comers brazenly stroked their penises and soon they were all as stiff as Harry without me touching them. All the erections were on the dark side: gray brown ash, dark chocolate, Harry's plumb brown, deep honey and the last coffee with a heavy dose of cream. Deep chocolate pushed closer and I replaced his hand with mine then closed my eyes and covered the fleshy helmeted head with my mouth.