A Bit of Filmmaking, a Bit of Sex Pt. 1, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-21. Times viewed: 4130.
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- Intro: Recreating scenes from 25 years ago for a documentary film that morphs into a TV film exposes characters, generates sex and little dramas and the investors make a bit of money.
Hugely successful London publisher Roland Basham greeted his old friend Dash Childs and said, “So we meet again Dash. How long is it?”
“We met in Miami four years ago. Remember twenty-four years ago, when you and the guys waved off Archie Walsh and me from Pembroke East Bus Station when we left for Gatwick Airport to fly to America to make our fortunes? None of us there was older than twenty.
“Ah yes, the great Archie Walsh, skipper-coach of Pembroke soccer A-team who died just three months ago. I didn’t get over to the funeral.”
“Yeah well since I’m a successful crime novelist these day, two days after the funeral Archie’s widow Amy phoned and asked me to write the story about Pembroke’s day of glory.”
“Ah the over-sexed beauty Amy Woodhouse as she was when I banged her.”
“Yeah well no lively lad in the village missed out, did they?”
The guys laughed.
“And so you’ve written the story and have returned to England to ask me to publish it?”
“Well Rolly (Roland), I sweated and wrote and revised it and tossed away that over-worked manuscript and one night, pissed on whisky, I wrote for eleven hours solid, apart from coffee and toilet breaks, and produced something I’m proud of, a tele-script.”
“Good for you but you must know I can’t help you with that?”
“Yep I know that. I want you to bankroll the production of a one-off film for television with screening rights sold to TV broadcasters around the world.”
“I see,” said Rolly, who went to a cupboard with a small bench in front of it and poured two still whiskies and handed one to Dash (Dashiell) and sat down and looked perplexed.
“Dash you and I played in that winning team that glorious day and it was indeed one of the momentous occasions in our village’s 278-year history when we toppled a top league team of those days. That team Whittle-Langton United later sank into oblivion and today like other teams that rose and faded, its run almost to the top is virtually forgotten.
“And yet they had finished runners-up in the Cup the year we played them.”
Rolly smiled and said, “Yes which goes to show that glory doesn’t live on unless it’s celebrated in some special way, like being commemorated by the release of a book or film. Next year is the 25th anniversary of that day of glory. You know, that glory still lives on. I arrived on an overnight visit to Pembroke in the Fens a couple of days ago and was greeted like a major celebrity. People stopped on the street and tumbled out of shops to greet me and shake my hand.”
“The village is a bit larger than it was in our days living there Rolly and is now officially called East Pembroke to avoid confusion with a village in Wales of that name. The village is very tidy and reflects the villagers pride in being Pembrokeans since that historic day when we crunched Whittle-Langton United.”
“Yeah but winning 3-1 is scarcely a crunching.’”
“The London dailies when they heard about it they called it a thrashing, or a thumping or a white-wash or as one scurrilous publication proclaimed in big type, ‘Village Idiots Topple Mighty WLU’.”
“Yeah well yeah.”
“Come on Rolly you can remember that day when the whole district up to 30 miles of the village went wild and Pembroke closed down next day to have a celebration party on the village green and that was shown on national TV.”
“Yes indeed and how could forget that. Um how much bankrolling are you seeking?”
“We believe £890,000 would do it. We are not Hollywood and pre-sales will go to writing off loans for post-production and marketing costs.”
“Sorry Rolly, I should have said it louder and it wouldn’t have sounded much money at all. Oh perhaps as a softener I can say our honorary accountant believes sales will exceed £1.5 million, Further the committee has decided after the return of your stake you’ll be entitled to a 2.5% share of net earnings.”
“Don’t you mean I’ll be screwed to pay a big share of the losses?”
“Oh Rolly, man of little faith. Your former fellow team members and your home village needs you in this project to honour the memory of the indefatigable Archie Walsh, one of the great team motivators of our times.”
“You are using unfair tactics to roll me. You know I love my home village and I have many relatives living their including my son and his family on Blackberry Farm, just a mile from the village. I can see no way of assisting by way of investment. Um out of interest who were you guys looking at to play Archie?”
“For Archie we’ve chosen his lookalike nephew, Thompson Walsh who’s just turned nineteen and plays soccer at university.”
“Jesus. And who would have played Archie’s girlfriend and team tactician, that lovely young high school gym mistress Amy Woodhouse?”
“Molly Mason, your niece.”
“Most of the cast have been chosen for this shoestring production, we have permission to film in the village and my director-producer is due from New York on Friday.”
“And who’s he or perhaps it’s she?”
“Omigod, she directed the documentary ‘Butchered at or After Culloden’. It screened on TV in February. Christ it was amazing. How on earth did you get hold of her?”
“It helps that I have been married to her for almost four years. How about bringing out that bottle of Scotch and we start talking bankrolling? I have here your copy of the script and I’d appreciate you reading it tonight so you’ll feel obliged to call me in to receive the cheque in the morning. Oh and also I have for you a list of the cast, who include many of your relatives including your mother and a copy of the budget, financial projections and an audited analysis of prospective earnings and, of course, our marketing plan.”
Rolly fetched the bottle of Scotch over and sighed and said, “You give me your word this film will be a cracker?”
“Your money is safe with us pal.”
Rolly opened his drawer and pulled out a cheque book and asked Dash who the cheque should be made out to.”
“The See-the-Light Independent Film Company. My wife and I control the company.”
“I’ll invest 200,000 quid and will get four of my close business associates to stump up with similar amounts on the condition you put 90,000 quid of your own money into the venture.”
“I pledge I’ll do that my friend.”
* * *
Rolly Basham scanned the crowd of incoming passengers, a photograph in his hands, and then he saw her, the pert and pretty red-head Emma MacDonnell.
He stepped in front of her and said, “Mrs Childs?”
“Yes I answer to that name.”
“I’m Roland Basham and Dash has asked me to meet you, a privilege I happily accepted because your fame precedes you.”
“Omigod, arts and films book publisher Sir Roland Basham.”
“Tut-tut Mrs Childs just call me Rolly.”
“Then you must call me Emma. I usually used my professional name of Emma MacDonnell, MacDonnell being my maiden name.”
“And yes a descendent of MacDonnell’s who fought at Culloden.”
“You know about Culloden?”
“I had forebears on the other side and in earlier days I was an officer in the Army and as part of military history we learned about Culloden, it being the last military battle to be fought on British soil. Also in February I saw your magnificent documentary on Culloden.”
“And from which perspective?” she asked a little sharply.
“From the centre of course,” he smiled and took her luggage trolley and she laughed and called him a polished diplomat.
As they drove off in the Range Rover she said, “I understand you and Dash grew up together in a small village east of here?”
“Yes we went through primary school to university together and were best of mates.”
“He’d claimed that of course and I wonder about other claims in the script that I really wonder about.”
“For example, two 17-year old boys having three-way sex with Amy Woodhouse.”
“What’s to wonder about that? It was factual and anyway you can ask Amy to verify it. She’s returned to England and we have scrutinised the script and found we had only minor things that required changing.”
“Did youths your age back then know about how to engage in three-way sex?”
“I ask what’s to know about it Emma? Do Americans read handbooks to discover how to have sex?”
She coloured and said she accepted what he was saying and pointed out she possessed dual citizenship and was born in Inverness, Scotland, and lived there until going on an university scholarship to California gained on her cross-country running and soccer successes.
Rolly said, “Dash apologizes for not meeting you. He has a vital meeting with the District Council this morning over closure of all access streets in the village when preparations for and filming of the ‘big day after’ function are underway.”
“Good, I’m glad that’s in hand. We need to win that one and he’s a great negotiator. But why did he get you to meet me?”
“Well you’re both setting up in my London apartment as your England headquarters.”
“But an apartment… I’ll need room to spread out.”
“Although it’s a second floor apartment it has five bedrooms and six other main rooms and since the flight of my ex-wife with our three children, I live alone and so you will have plenty of room to spread out and have an office for your day assistant as well. Originally it was two apartments and is in easy walking distance to Kings Cross Station where you can catch a train out to near Pembroke East if required. Dash said studio filming will be done here in London in hired facilities.”
“Yes. Well I think that will work out rather fine. I slept well on the airplane. What do you have in mind?”
Rolly looked at her breasts and down to her legs.
She murmured, “Are you sometimes a naughty boy Rolly?”
He grinned and she ran her hand over his thigh.
They both knew Dash had been pushing her to agree to a divorce. Unbeknown to Rolly, Emma with her busy schedule working long hours and often away from home for long periods was in the habit of finding a sexual partner when she felt the need for sex. For his part, Rolly was used to bonking his friend’s wives because usually those who made themselves available were clean, well-dressed and great company, knew him rather well and liked the thought of being bonked by such a charming and handsome guy who was the 6 ft. 3in. and possessed a title.
When they finished the tour of the apartment that greatly impressed Emma, Rolly reached behind her and grabbed a handful of ass.
“Naughty boy Rolly,” she laughed and closed in a little and gave him a searching look instead of keeping at hand’s length defensively.
He swung an arm around her and lifted her up and they kissed.
When lowered back to the floor Emma said, “I would have thought I was too small to interest you.”
“I haven’t tried to fill it yet to be the judge of that.”
She sighed and said he said, “Did you understand what I was saying?”
“Yes Rolly and be not afraid, I’m rather worldly and never have had a problem in that respect.”
“Would you like to mess around now?”
“What before I unpack and settle in a bit?”
He stroked her cheek and said Dash would be home by then.
“Okay let’s do it. I rarely turn a good proposal down and I’m not just talking sex,” she said and then told him Dash was pressing her for a divorce because he’d become very keen about someone else.
“He told me he was seeking to divorce you without saying why but said you both continue to be good buddies.”
“Indeed and it may surprise you to know he’s begun playing around with Amy Walsh since she convinced him to write about Archie and that day of glory.”
Rolly gaped and then led her into his study where he had a day bed. She stripped, leaving on her bra and hold-ups while he reset the house alarm to scan the outside perimeters to warn if anyone was approaching.
“What’s this with the bra?”
“I’m forty-three and have gained breast sag.”
“Well I’m forty-five and am beginning to feel everything is beginning to sag. Please remove the bra and celebrate having good meaty tits. Are they natural?”
“Yes but I have been thinking of cosmetic surgery to regain some uplift.”
“Don’t do that on my account. I just like them reasonably big and don’t mind if they droop or hang sideways. Like cock, tits are meant to be sucked daily.”
“Oh yes,” she giggled. “That’s a fundamental of life according to Rolly.”
“And what’s your fundamental, to be ploughed once or maybe twice a day?”
“I wish. I find it hard to get daily sexual attention.”
“Do you now,” Rolly said looking at her thoughtfully, having stripped as they talked and had begun stroking up his dick.
“Wow that’s a thick one.”
“Adoration will get you my devoted attention,” he grinned, “On your knees and suck it if you wish.”
Emma got him off and they went into a sixty-nine and they both got off.
“And now for the main event,” he smiled. “Where would you like it?”
“I’m really beginning to like you Emma,” Rolly leered.
From that day on, Rolly banged Emma once a day whenever they got the opportunity to be alone, Rolly initially telling her when he made the hit on the second occasion he worried that she might not get getting sufficient sexual attention. She just loved it and became rather attached to him and made sure he noticed that response.
Dash arrived and found Rolly in the kitchen making cocktails and noticed three glasses were out.
“So Emma has arrived; any problems locating her?”
“No and you giving me that photo was a great help to identify her. She seems a nice lady. She’s having a bath I think, or was.”
“Was,” said Emma arriving, dressed ready to dine out.
Kissing her husband, the adulteress said, “Rolly told me you were at a District Council meeting over our application for street closures.”
“Actually it was the works committee with the council chairman and deputy chairman sitting in so the unanimous decision to recommend to Council to allow streets to be blocked off for our filming in the village square of the ‘day after celebration’ has a great chance of passing on the vote of the full council because more than half of the council was at today’s meeting. There were some objections but when our solicitor produced letters of support from business people in Pembroke plus more letters of support from professional and resident’s associations, the opposition collapsed and minutes later the vote was unanimously in favour.”
“Good work and as producer-director I thank you. I’m ready to go to work in the morning and will begin by inspecting the hired studio and looking at test results of the sound facilities and so on. How do I get there?”
“By taxi,” Dash said. “I begin early tomorrow sorting out caterers for the studio and for Pembroke and hopefully the same firm selected can do both venues.”
“I can take you to the studio Emma.”
“That’s kind of you Rolly. I accept.”
Emma was pleased that Rolly’s interest in her went beyond simply bedding her.
* * *
At Adamson’s Film Studios, Thompson Walsh stood waiting nervously alone, watching his father talking to the film director and a couple of camera crews she’d just met when a soft voiced blonde stepped up to him and asked, “Hi are you Thompson?”
“Yes,” he said, looking at her noticeable curves and pretty face and thought, oh baby into the backroom with you.
“I’m Molly Mason, the love interest in your life.”
“Silly I was talking about our parts in the doco. You’ve read the script?”
“Yes many times, particularly my parts. Um we don’t actually get into bed together do we?”
“My mom spoke to Mrs McDowell the director who said that has been left open at this stage because she has yet to speak to us about it. Clearly Archie and Amy were both big into sex and Amy was known for putting it around in the village. I’d like to simulate sex in front of the cameras to gain experience because I’m studying drama and theatre at university.”
“I thought we should have sex a few times to get used to one another and to eliminate nervousness.”
“Eh, but the decision about simulate sex on camera hasn’t been made yet?”
“I know that but you must be into recreational sex?”
“Yes of course,” he said, and then said as if he were thinking it, “You want to have sex with me?”
“Well we’ll have a lot of down time together especially when staying in the village and yes I do, you are rather a good looking lad. Do you like sex?”
“No one has ever asked me that before,” he said evasively.
Molly moved in closer and Thompson’s eyes widened as she grabbed his hidden dick and said, “Oooh, you have good equipment. Yes I think you like having sex.”
“Molly,” he croaked.
“Yes darling?” she cooed, stepping back a little.
“Jesus,” he said, embarrassed. “I’m developing an erection.”
“Oh good, should I attend to it?”
Showing signs of panic, Thompson said hurriedly, “Molly let’s go over to our cafe for coffee.”
When they walked past the director, Thompson saw Mrs McDowell look directly at Molly and Molly give the thumbs-up signed and wondered what they was about. He wasn’t to know the director had briefed Molly to try to loosen up Thompson who she’d been told by his uncle was a little shy and she expected Molly who was from Brixton, would know the best way to loosen up a guy.
After coffee Molly said as if she’d had a sudden thought, “Oh come and have a look at my self-contained room Thompson. Yours will be much like mine, down the corridor a bit I guess.”
“Oh I thought we’d be in single sex dorms.”
“Crew and actors with minor roles are responsible for their own accommodation darling. You and I as leads are supplied with accommodation.”
“Should you be calling me darling?”
“Why not, it’s just an affectionate term isn’t it?”
“Oh right. Well this is rather swish and rather clean. Shouldn’t we be getting back?”
“No we are not required till noon for drinks when everyone will be introduced. Come over and feel how soft the bed is darling.”
“Yeah it’s great. What are you doing Molly?”
“Lie back and relax Thompson. It’s time for me to get to know you intimately. Undo your buckle while I pull down your zip darling.”
“Molly, do you know what you’re doing?”
“I have a very good idea Thompson. The question is, do you?”
They returned to the meeting area and Molly said, “How was that darling?”
“Gee Molly, you were awesome and I didn’t think we would do it when we found neither of us had a condom.”
“Well I’m prepared to be ridden bareback when I think the guy looks clean and the risk appears low darling. God you felt almost to be reaching my cervix.”
“I’ve never shot sperm up a babe before,” he said proudly.
“Well Thompson, now you know I’m very special to you,” Molly cooed.
Emma handed Molly a gin and tonic off the tray and whispered, “You look well fucked darling.”
“He’s much better than he realizes Mrs MacDonnell.”
“Call me Emma darling, you are my leading lady. Um I do enjoy it when I get to taste a young peach. Do you think you and I could get together sometime?”
“What with butt plugs and vibrators?”
“Anything you wish darling.”
“Um Uncle Roland told dad Amy fucked every guy who appealed to her.”
“Darling we had to amend the script on that facet because we do want the film to comply with either general viewing or parental guidance viewings in all markets and I’m sorry to disappoint you on that score. However who knows what opportunities you’ll get on the night of our wind-up party while filming finishes?”
(More to Come)
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