It was getting late, but Sally decided that she wanted to go for a swim. She put on a tight-fitting, skimpy bikini and headed for the beach. The beach was only three blocks from her apartment, so she was there in a jiffy.
She ignored the lewd stares of the men who lingered on the beach as she strode toward the ocean water and leapt into the breaking waves. Her muscles ached from the abuse that Billy and Johnny bad meted out to her, and she found the salt water very soothing on her flesh. She swam about in the cold water and body surfed, enjoying herself totally, forgetting for a time the dreadful experience which she had just been put through. Before long, the sun began to sink on the horizon and the ocean breezes became cold on her flesh. Her skin was covered with goose-bumps and she ran out of the water. The air was chilling on her flesh and she realized that it was a mistake to stay in the water so long. She was freezing, quivering. She hugged herself as she stood in the sand.
"Hello, there, little lady," came the deep voice of a handsome man who sat behind her. "You look like you're freezing to death. Here, take my jacket." He rose and moved forward, gallantly removing his terrycloth jacket and placing it over her shoulders.
"Why, thank you," she said shyly, snuggling into the warm jacket. "That's very sweet of you. My name is Sally."
"Nice to meet you, Sally. My name is Bertram. Bertram Havermeyer. I'm staying at a condominium just up the beach a bit. How about joining me for a drink. You look like you could use something to warm you up."
"No, I don't think…"
"Oh, come on. I'm not going to attack you or anything. I'm new in the area, on a vacation from New Jersey. You're the first friendly person I've met in Hermosa Beach. And the prettiest, too." He put his arm around her shivering shoulders and led her to the Strand, the concrete walkway that ran along the ocean.
Sally felt safe and secure with Bertram Havermeyer. He was big and strong, with bulging muscles and a thick chest covered with hair. He had a beautiful head of hair, curly thick blond hair, cut fashionably. Bertram had the air of a man with money. Sally snuggled up close to the man as they walked into the lobby of his expensive condominium building. They stepped into the elevator, which opened up on the penthouse floor of a stunningly decorated condominium apartment. Sally was visibly impressed.
"You like the place?" Bertram Havermeyer asked. "Frankly, I think it's a bit garish and gaudy, with all of the leather and suede furniture and the gold and silver ornaments. Besides," he added, "I never was crazy about modern art," referring to the Dali and Warhol originals which lined the walls. The handsome man seemed nonchalant, speaking about original works of art as though they were mere dime store prints.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked coolly.
"A rum and Coke, please," Sally replied.
"Say," Bertram said off-handedly, "why don't you slip out of that wet bikini. You can throw on my bathrobe. It's hanging on the bathroom door."
"Thanks," Sally answered, rising and walking to the bathroom. She was impressed at the marble floor in the bathroom. Tugging off her bikini, she turned around to discover that there was no bathrobe hanging on the door. Undaunted, she shrugged and called out to Bertram. "Excuse me, but your bathrobe isn't here," she said. "If you have something else that I might…"
Before she could finish the sentence, Bertram Havermeyer stepped into the bathroom, his eyes glowering at her luscious tits. "You're right, Sally," he said calmly. "Now, step this way." He grabbed her arm and led her through the bathroom door, down a long, narrow, plush carpeted hallway and into a dark room.
"What's this all about?" she protested angrily, trying to hide her young tits from his view, covering herself with her hands. She shuddered with fear, wondering what the man was planning to do next. She had trusted the man implicitly, and it was most distressing to find him acting strangely.
"I'll show you what this is all about, my darling young girl," he said. Casually, he sauntered over to the corner of the room and turned on the light switch. The room became bathed in harsh spotlights. There were four bright spotlights in the room, one in each corner. The lights were so bright that she briefly went blind. Covering her eyes with her hands, she cowered in the middle of the room. Then, when her vision began to return, she made a stumbling dash for the door. Bertram made no move to stop her. Still partially blinded, she turned the doorknob and threw the door open. Running forward, she smashed into the chest of a hulking bunk of a man who stood in the hallway just outside of the door. He stood there, his heavy, hairy, thick arms crossed over his heaving and huge chest. When she smashed into him, he didn't move an inch. She bounced off of his chest and fell roughly to the floor.
"Met my good buddy," Bertram said casually, his voice soft and even; "This is Malcolm Reams. Ever heard of him?" He chuckled as he spoke, enjoying some kind of inside joke. Malcolm Reams laughed, too. "Malcolm, this is Sally. I met her on the beach. I thought she'd make an excellent co star for your next feature film. What do you think other?"
"Nice piece of ass," Malcolm said. He reached down and plucked the girl off the floor with one, swift effortless motion, astonishing Sally with his immense strength. Malcolm Reams lifted her up high, her toes a foot off the floor. He eyed her up and down, taking in the luscious contours of her beautiful, young body. "Nice tits, nice curves, nice red pussy."
"Yeah, I thought that would photograph well. Red cunts are commercial. They sell more movies. Men dig red-thatched pussies. She's a salable item, for sure," Bertram Havermeyer said matter-of-factly. His voice was firm and even, without any inflections. He spoke like a businessman conducting a transaction. "Hmmmmm," he said, shaking his head up and down in a gesture of approval. "Women like red-cunt bitches, too, right?"
"That's right," Malcolm Reams said, turning Sally around in mid-air. "Nice ass, too!" he said. Then, he held her aloft with one powerful arm and smacked her ass with his other hand. The smacking sound resounded through the harshly-lit room.
"What in the hell is going on around here?" Sally inquired indignantly. She was totally confused this was an absurd situation. Absurd, but frightening. Here she was being held aloft by a monster of a man, a man named Malcolm Reams.
Being held up like a hunk of meat, under the watchful eyes of Bertram Havermeyer. She felt ridiculous. What in the world was happening in this expensive Harmon Beach condominium? she wondered. "Let me go, you fucking ape!" she shouted at Malcolm.
Malcolm didn't take kindly to her remark. He sneered at her, his upper lip curling over his straight white teeth. He tossed her aside, flinging her effortlessly across the room. She fell roughly onto the carpet, thankful that there was a thick pile rug on the floor to break her fall. She could have been hurt badly otherwise. She shook her head in disbelief and listened with intense interest to the discussion between Malcolm Reams and Bertram Havermeyer.
"I think she'll do quite nicely, don't you?" Bertram said.
"Yeah, you can make the bitch a fucking star," Malcolm Reams said, his broad chin thrust forward, a lewd smile creeping across his rough, but handsome face.
Sally looked closely at Malcolm Reams. He was a huge man, at least six feet four inches in height. He looked to be about two hundred and twenty pounds at least, every ounce firm, hard muscle. Malcolm was in good shape, there was no doubt about that, she thought. His face was angular, but handsome in a rugged sort of way. But he was so huge. He frightened her with his strength and size.
She cowered and watched the two men as they shook hands and looked in her direction.
Their eyes perused her naked body with gleeful enthusiasm. They sized her up as though she were a used car part at a swap meet. "Yeah, she'll be great!" Bertram Havermeyer said with enthusiasm. "We'll shoot the opening scenes right away, then we can finish up as soon as Mindy gets here. Where is the little bitch, anyway?"
"She'll be along," the hulking Malcolm Reams replied, smiling broadly. "She had a little bit of a problem disposing of the last girl she co-starred with. You know how jealous Mindy gets when there's another beautiful girl in one of her films. Mindy thinks she's the best porno star in the business, and she can't stand competition." Casting a baleful glance in Sally's direction, he pointed his finger at her and warned, "Don't get Mindy angry at you, bitch, because if you do, you'll be awful fucking sorry."
"I-I don't understand," Sally stammered, her mind racing, her body quaking with fear. "Who is Mindy and who are you two? And what do you want with me?"
"Jesus, Bert," Malcolm said. "You mean to tell me the cunt doesn't even know what she's here for? Christ, I thought you were gonna be more professional after the last movie." Malcolm was pissed off. He shook his head angrily, disgusted at Bertram Havermeyer.
"Listen," Bertram said by way of explanation to the hulking man. "It ain't easy casting porno films. I take what I can get. But I know you like sexy bitches to work with. It helps you get up for the part. Get it?" He laughed at his joke, and Malcolm soon joined in.
Sally didn't comprehend the joke. She shook her head. "Just tell me what I'm doing here," she demanded.
Malcolm stroked his crotch and strolled forward, rubbing the huge bulge in his pants. "You're gonna co-star in a film, a porno film. With me!"
"No!" she screamed as the grim reality of the situation set in.
"Let her have it, Malcolm!" Bertram exclaimed. "I'll get the camera and start filming. Break the bitch into the business good and proper. You're the best in the business. Give it to her."
"You bet!" Malcolm said, moving forward. He grabbed her arm in his powerful fist and squeezed her bicep.
"What – ouch!" she screeched as Malcolm Reams lifted her high in the air and slapped her across the face, jolting her head back, her teeth rattling in her mouth. Slap! Slap! Slap! He hit her three more times, quickly, knocking her head from side to side as though she were a rubber doll. Her head snapped back and she could hear bones cracking in her neck. For a moment, she wondered if her neck had been broken by the beating.
He flung her across the room. She slid across the carpeted floor and crumpled into the corner, cowering, weeping hard, tears streaming down her face. "You-you're insane, both of you!" she shouted angrily.
Malcolm paid her no attention. He walked woodenly to the doorway and shouted out to Bertram. "Where are my fucking props, dammit?"
Bertram appeared in an instant, carrying a heavy black leather suitcase. He handed the suitcase to Malcolm and reached back into the hallway. When he reappeared, he carried a movie camera. He focused the lens and aimed the camera at the anguished, tear-stained face of Sally, who propped herself up on her hands and knees, shaking her head back and forth as though she were trying to recover from a dreadful nightmare. But it was not a nightmare! This was reality! She was relieved to discover that all of her bones were still in one piece. She had almost expected her body to be broken into small pieces from the rough treatment.
She watched anxiously as she saw Malcolm Reams rooting about in the suitcase. He pulled out a small, black leather riding crop and smiled gleefully. Stepping forward, he turned to face the movie camera. "Get a good shot of this, Bert," he said. "I'm gonna whip the bitch real good!"
Sally could hardly believe the words that issued from the hulking man's mouth. But the proof was in the pudding, and there was no question that Malcolm was standing above her, poised to strike her with the riding crop. "Get ready, bitch! I'm gonna beat your ass, you fucking slut!"
"No! Please, don't hit me with that whip! I beg of you!" she screamed. "I beg of you!"
Malcolm certainly heard her screams of anguish, her piteous pleas for mercy, but he ruthlessly ignored them.
Whap! Whap! Whap! The riding crop fell with relentless regularity about her shoulders and tits. From the look on Malcolm's face, Sally could tell that he truly relished whipping her with the riding crop. He hovered over her, his massive body shading her naked flesh from the harsh spotlights. He languished thrashing blows across her tortured and aching tits, the tip of the riding crop slashing painfully across her pointed nipples.
Enraged, but too scared to protest, Sally whimpered in agony and terror, screeching loudly. "Aaaaaeeee!" Her soul-rending shrieks echoed through the room as she tried desperately to cover her tender tits with her hands. She crossed her arms, placing her palms over her nipples to protect her aching tit-buds from further abuse. She rolled over and over, but Malcolm was instantly upon her with the riding crop, thrashing at whatever flesh was exposed on her naked body. She flinched as the whip struck her ass-checks, which quivered and trembled in response to the brutal whipping strokes which bore down upon her. Twitching and wincing with pain, she drew herself onto her hands and knees. She tried to crawl away from the thrashing whip, but Malcolm only followed her, taking long strides, flailing her mercilessly with the riding crop which sliced through the air and snapped across her flesh.
Malcolm seemed to be hungry to inflict pain on the poor, wretched young girl. He looked as though he were hypnotized with sadistic lust. His prick was bulging in his trousers as he straddled the girl and rained blows of the whip down on her tits. When she rolled over, he thrashed her ass-cheeks.
Al the while, Sally could hear the low whirring sound of the motion picture camera as it recorded the vile and wicked proceedings. Bertram Havermeyer was happily filming everything, a wide grin pasted on his face. Sally looked over in the man's direction and was startled to see that his trousers were bulging, too. Bertram had a huge hard-on in his pants, his rigid prick striving to break out of his trousers. She was horrified at the lewd sight.
Malcolm threw the whip aside and grabbed the girl by her long, red hair. He pulled her head up and stood straddling her face. "Take my cock out of my pants," he commanded in a stern, no-nonsense voice that frightened Sally half to death.
She instantly obeyed his vile command, unzipping his fly and tugging out his huge cock. When his prick flopped out of his trousers and wagged before her startled eyes, she did a classic double take. His prick was monstrous, bulging, bloated with hot blood, engorged and stiff. She held his limp prick in her palms and stared at his mammoth cock-shaft, astounded that any man's prick could be so huge.
"Jack me off, slut!" Malcolm commanded sternly. "Jack my cock off! Get my prick nice and hard!"
"What?" she said. She really hadn't heard what Malcolm had said. She had been too absorbed in looking at his huge prick to pay attention. "What was that?" she repeated weakly.
He cuffed her with his open palm, almost knocking her onto the floor. "Oh, Christ," he said, exasperated. "You are a dumb cunt, aren't you? Jack me off, cunt! Jerk my cock up and down. Get my prick hard, you idiot!"
"Okay," she replied meekly. "I-I'm sorry! It-it's just that your… your prick is so huge. Jesus! I-I've never seen such a big cock in my whole life."
"Yeah!" Bertram interjected as he continued to film the debauched and decadent scene. "Good old Malcolm has what is known in the trade as a horse-cock. He is a well-hung son of a bitch, isn't he, Sally?"
Somewhat perturbed and overwhelmed by the manner in which Bertram spoke to her, Sally shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She wasn't quite sure how to react to these lewd men. One thing she knew for certain – she was being filmed. Moreover, this was a pornographic film. Who could say how many people would see Sally, completely naked, helpless and vulnerable, at the mercy of Malcolm Reams? The very thought repelled her and made her sick to her stomach. She almost got sick on the spot, but there was no time to think or do anything but pay attention to Malcolm Reams, who stood hovering over her, his legs spread far apart, feet planted on the carpet. He kicked off his trousers and stood before her as she knelt on the floor, naked and exposed.
"Now, let's get back to business, sweet cunt!" Malcolm snarled. "Weren't you just about to jack my cock off, cunt?" He sneered at her crudely, his upper lip curling up at the corner. He ran his tongue across his teeth and glowered at the kneeling young girl. "Well, answer me, bitch! Weren't you about to jack my cock off?"
"Y-yes, I suppose so," she replied in a timid, barely audible voice that trembled as she spat out the words.
"Well, then, let's see you snap to it, cunt! Here," he said as he lifted his soft prick in the palm of his hand and held it toward her, arching his back in a practiced motion as Bertram Havermeyer moved in close, the camera aimed at Malcolm Reams' gigantic cock-shaft.
Crawling forward, Sally reached out and touched Malcolm's stupendous unit, which began to throb at once. She held his prick in the palm of her hand, holding the base of his cock near the back of her hand. His prick was so long that it curled over her fingers and drooped down a good six inches.
"My heavens!" Sally declared in utter fascination. "Your prick! It… why, it must be a foot long. God! I've never seen anything like it!" Sally wasn't kidding. She couldn't help admiring his huge prick. In fact, his cock was not only long – it was thick, too. And it was shaped perfectly. She shook her head, a perplexed look on her face, and spoke with true admiration. "You'll have to excuse me for gawking at your cock, Malcolm, but I've just never seen anything like this before. Christ, what a cock!"
Then she suddenly remembered what this depraved scene was all about. This was a Goddamned porno film. She had momentarily lost sight of what was going on. But there was no way for her to lose sight of Malcolm Reams' huge prick. His cock seemed to loom large above her, menacing and nasty, its cock-knob throbbing and the thick, red veins that ran along its fleshy length filling with blood, making his prick grow in length and thickness.
"Quit wasting time, Sally!" Bertram admonished her, zeroing in for a close-up shot of her holding Malcolm's abnormally large prick. "Jerk him off! Get to it! Now!"
"Yeah! Jerk my cock, you stupid asshole!" Malcolm snorted, thrusting his hips forward.
She obeyed the vile command and began to stroke Malcolm's mighty cock-stalk, watching his prick grow in size as she rubbed her palm beneath its fleshy surface. She could feel heat being generated inside of his weighty cock-shaft as it became engorged with blood. His cock began to stand up and point toward the ceiling, its cock-knob turning a purplish hue as she rubbed his prick wildly.
Malcolm reached down and cuffed her alongside her ear, making her see stars. The giant of a man didn't know his own strength, she thought. "What's wrong?"
"Use both of your hands, cunt!" he snorted, his nostrils flaring, beads of perspiration forming a thin, wet line on his forehead. "Use both of your hands on my cock. Wrap your hands around my prick and stroke!"
Sally hastened to obey Malcolm Reams' vile command. She placed both of her palms underneath his huge, swollen cock-shaft and wrapped her fingers around his prick. Awestruck at the thick circumference, she began to pump his prick to a terrifyingly huge erection.
"Awwwww! Yeah! Shit, that feels great, sweet cunt!" he exclaimed. He balanced himself on his heels and rocked back and forth, savoring the wonderful sensations that coursed through his hard prick. His cock leapt to attention in response to the manipulation, standing straight up, his cock-knob pointing skyward. "Mmmmm! Unnhhh! Love it, sweet cunt! Keep stroking my cock!"
She was repulsed at being forced to jerk the man off, but she realized that there was nothing else that she could do. There was no sense in trying to escape. With Malcolm and Bertram in the room, she wouldn't even be able to reach the door, much less make a dash outside.
"Okay, that's enough of that," Bertram said, moving back and focusing the camera lens for a longer shot of the wicked sex scene. "Make her suck your cock, Malcolm. Let's get on with it, okay?"
"Sure thing," Malcolm replied. "Your ears work, bitch?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she replied.
"Well, you heard the director. Suck my cock! Let's get on with it!" He stabbed his stiff, foot-long prick between her lips and rammed his lower torso forward with a powerful cock-thrust into her mouth. His cock-knob banged hard into the back portion of her mouth, slid over her tonsils and slammed deep into her throat.
She gagged immediately as his cock-knob obstructed her windpipe, suffocating her. She made obscene gurgling noises, but Malcolm kept face-fucking her, slamming forward, rotating his hips and pummeling his mighty prick-shaft deep into her tortured throat, either unaware or uncaring that she was choking on his prick.
Sally choked and grimaced in pain, shedding tears which streamed down her flushed cheeks. Malcolm's giant prick was tearing into her mouth, pulling her jaws apart, literally ripping the muscle fibers in the lining of her mouth. She gagged loudly and pulled her face away, turning to the side to escape his mammoth cock-shaft. His huge hard-on slipped out from between her lips. The very sight of his cock was frightening and menacing. His cock was lined with thick red mid purple veins that were swollen and standing out in bold relief. His prick was wet and slimy from her saliva. His cock stood out obscenely from his crotch, where matted blond pubic hairs stuck out. His balls dangled down so far that she wondered if he ever got them tangled up in his knees when he walked around naked. This was one well-hung stud of a man, she thought. His cock-stand wagged in front of her face, moving left to right and back again, as if scolding her for failing to do a good job of cock-sucking.
"What the fuck is her problem?" Bertram shouted, patting his foot on the floor impatiently.
"Yeah, what the fuck is your problem, sweet cunt? Is my cock too big for your little mouth?" Malcolm remarked, standing before her, poised to resume face-fucking the poor, helpless girl.
"Yes! Your cock is huge! It's choking me! I can't suck that!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at his mammoth prick-shaft. "It-it's impossible!"
The backhand blow struck her across her eyes and sent her sprawling to the floor. "You fucking cock-sucking bitch!" Malcolm snorted angrily. He yanked her up to her knees, tugging her by her long red hair. "Get on with it, bitch!"
He pried her lips open with his powerful thumbs and rammed forward, his prick slicing into her mouth. "Suck! Suck my cock, sweet cunt!" He began to face-fuck her brutally, with forceful cock thrusts into her wet mouth. His prick-tip probed about inside her mouth, prying her jaws apart, stretching the muscles in her mouth to the limit.
She winced in pain and tried to fight back the tears as she slurped his bloated cock-knob into her tortured and aching mouth. She couldn't take all of his prick into her mouth. That was an anatomical impossibility! But she could suck a good six or seven inches of his thick prick between her lips. When she felt as though she were about to choke and gag on his cock-knob, she would pull her head back slightly to relieve the pressure on her throat. Then before Malcolm got a chance to realize what she was doing, she would hunker down on his cock again, slurping and sucking his prick into her wet, hot mouth.
"Uh, yeah! Nice little cock-sucker!" he exclaimed, complimenting her in his own lewd way for her ability to suck his mammoth prick. "Now you suck my cock hard, and if your mouth isn't big enough, then that's just tough shit for you, sweet cunt!" He took the back of her head between his big, thick meaty fists and pulled her forward as be pumped his cock-shaft between her lips, cruelly face-fucking her, grunting and snorting with obscene delight. "Unnhhh! Unnhhh! Yeah! This bitch is all right! She sucks cock good!" he said, speaking to Bertram Havermeyer who moved in for a close shot with the movie camera. Malcolm grabbed Sally's hands and placed them on his quivering ass-cheeks. "This'll give you a better grip, sweet cunt!"
She gripped his thick, muscular ass in her hands, feeling the clammy, slippery sweat that came out of the pores on his fleshy ass-cheeks. She cried, but her tears merely dripped onto his pubic hair and got mixed up with the perspiration that drenched his crotch. Her tongue swirled around and licked the underside of his shaft, fucking across the spot just beneath his bulbous knob.
"Unnhhh! That's the spot! That's it! Dammit! That's the spot!" he bellowed. "Aaahhh! Aaahhh!" He was gasping as he plunged forward again and again, filling her aching mouth with his stiff prick. His cock was huge, swollen and stiff as it slammed repeatedly into her oral cavity, causing her to retch in a frantic effort to keep from choking and spitting his prick out of her mouth. Her jaws felt like they were being split apart by his raging prick as it ripped hard and fast into the tissues that lined the inside of her mouth. Her tonsils puffed up, swelling from the irritation of his cock-knob as it raked across the sensitive area.
She gave special attention to "the spot" beneath his bloated cock-knob, lapping and licking, tongue-lashing that special area from which the huge man seemed to derive such sexual delight. She sucked and slurped on his cock-knob, taking as much of his prick as possible into her mouth. But even when she sucked his cock-knob painfully down into her throat, she could still see a good five inches of the base of his prick which she was unable to suck. Christ! she thought. Malcolm was a real prick!
Her jaws began to ache terribly, and his cock just seemed to keep growing bigger and bigger in her sucking mouth. She found it difficult to believe that any mere mortal could possess a slab of cock the size of Malcolm's prick. No wonder his prick was called a "horse-cock". Even horses would envy a prick this size, she thought.
"Unnhhh! Yeah! Good little cock-sucker!" Malcolm exclaimed. "Nice blow-job, bitch!" He cackled maniacally, his voice pitched higher than usual. But not for a second did he quit face-fucking the poor girl. He kept gyrating his hips, slamming his giant prick between her sucking lips, moaning and groaning with obscene delight. "I love it!"
Sally hated it! She could tell that Malcolm was about ready to come. He was groaning louder and louder as he face-fucked her.
Then he made a low, moaning sound and shot his wad, his jism spurting out of his cock-slit and pouring into her mouth. She gasped for air and sucked down his salty, jelly-like load of cum.
"Drink it all down, sweet cunt!" Malcolm commanded in a hoarse, no-nonsense voice.
She obeyed, sucking down his jism and milking the head of his prick in a frantic effort to drink and swallow all of his cum quickly, before he had a chance to become angry with her.
"Unnhhh! Unnhhh!" he gasped as he twisted and turned, rocking on his heels, pumping his prick into her mouth. Thick gobs of creamy jism pulsed through his blue-veined cock and shot hard into her sucking mouth, filling her mouth, completely. His prick just kept spurting out cum. It kept coming, although it seemed as though it were impossible for any man – even a hulking giant of a man like Malcolm Reams – to carry around so much jism in his balls. "Keep sucking, sweet cunt! Suck my cock until it's dry!"
She kept slurping on his cock-knob, her tongue fucking across his piss-slit, lapping at the cum which spurted out of his prick. She sucked his prick until it was spent and dry.
Malcolm flinched and moved back away from her, his prick almost dropping out of her mouth. She kept her lips clenched around his bulbous cock-knob, wondering what she should do next. She could see that his prick was quickly losing its hardness. His cock was getting soft and flaccid.
The hulking man took another step backward and his long, dangling prick slid out of her mouth and swung like a vine in front of her eyes.
"That was a nice blow-job!" Malcolm said, beaming with satisfaction, complimenting her for a blow-job well done.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement, not wishing to chance raising his ire.
"That was a good first scene!" Bertram Havermeyer yelled. He turned off the movie camera. "A great first scene! Shit, where the hell is Mindy, anyway?"
"Why don't we just go right ahead and film another scene while we wait for Mindy?" Malcolm said.
"I have to think about it," Bertram said, leaving the room. Malcolm Reams followed him out, shrugging his shoulders and grinning at Sally as though nothing unusual had occurred.