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Extras
by Robert E. Epps (address withheld)
***
A woman decides to try to be an 'extra' in a movie
production. (MMF, nc, exh, bd)
***
The small ad caught Joy's eye on the morning of January
5th as she was sorting through the various sections of
the New York Times. She read it, paused, reread it. She
chuckled softly, turned to the front page, and read
about the downing of two Libyan planes as she downed
her toast and coffee.
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WANTED: Extras for big
budget movie. Earn extra
$$$. No experience neces-
sary. Must be open-minded.
CALL NOW (555) 221-0627.
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Ten minutes later she was looking at the ad again. She
got up from the table and dug around in a kitchen
drawer for the scissors, then returned and carefully
snipped the ad. She folded it and slipped it in the
coupons pocket of her purse. Then she went to work.
It was lunchtime when Joy fished the ad out of her
purse, picked up the phone, and dialed the number.
Busy. She put the receiver back in its cradle on her
desk, put her chin in her hands, and stared at the
unshrinkable pile of papers in her IN basket. Sigh. She
picked up the phone again, dialed. A distant phone
began to ring. A tired voice answered. "Sunset
Personnel Agency. May I help you?"
"Uh, I'm responding to the ad you placed in the New
York Times today.
About extras for a movie?"
"Thank you, just a minute while I connect..." Silence,
and then some awful elevator music. Hum de dum..."
"Hi, this is Tom Franco speaking! So you want to be an
extra eh?" His booming, accented voice nearly drove the
phone's speaker to distortion.
"Well uh, yeah, I am curious about the ad I saw this
morning..."
"Fine, fine! Let me get my computer set up here..." Joy
heard the faint clack-clacking of a True Blue IBM
keyboard, and giggled. She was surrounded by the darn
things here! Fortunately the others were all off "doing
lunch" somewhere. "Okay, first off I need your name,
age, address, and phone..." Joy hesitated, then gave
the man the info. His next question startled her: "Do
you consider yourself sexually open-minded? Willing to
try new things?"
"Mmm, uh, well I'd like to think so! I..."
"Good! You would be able to travel to California for
four days?"
"Yes, I have some vacation time I can use. Uh, how
much..."
"Very good! You sound like just the kind of person
we're looking for. You will need to be here on the
21st."
"Wow! This month? That's awfully short notice. Uh, how
much..."
"Will you earn? One thousand five hundred dollars plus
all traveling expenses. Sound okay?" Joy could
practically hear the grin on his face. She gulped.
$1500 for four days' work! "Yes! I'm interested!
Where..."
"Don't worry about a thing, dear. I'll make all the
reservations and mail 'em to you. Thank you for
calling! Bye." Click.
Joy put the phone down slowly. Her mind was swimming,
her heart pounding. What am I getting myself into? This
is incredible. $1500 to do what, walk by a camera,
probably barely noticeable in the background. And a
chance to visit California! She had never been there.
That night as she lay in bed, snuggled up against her
sleeping husband, her imagination ran unfettered: a
glorious day in the CA sunshine, on the set of a major
studio production, famous celebrities so close you can
touch them, Mel Gibson, Patrick Swayze, Tom Cruise,
wow...
It was a grey, wet mid-morning, January 21, when the
American Airlines DC-10 touched down on runway 25R at
LAX. Joy stared out the window at the rain pelting the
tarmac as the plane taxied to the gate. Yuck! The TV
ads and travel agencies always crow about the "year-
around" sun.
Her husband and some of his friends were off on a ski
trip in Utah, they were probably enjoying more sun than
this! She sighed. Oh well, the studio is probably gonna
shoot everything indoors anyway. Aren't they?
The flight had been an interesting one though, as she'd
discovered several other passengers who were flying to
Los Angeles for the same reason! Two of them, a married
couple, were going to be in it together. They and Joy
had a good laugh as they shared their experiences which
led them to this trip, such as the initial conversation
with Loudmouth Franco.
The man, Todd, had somehow been able to obtain some
additional information: there were a total of one
thousand extras, five hundred men, five hundred women.
The shooting of the scene would take but half a day,
with the rest of the time available to the people to do
whatever they want: sightsee, go to Disneyland,
whatever. All paid for by the movie's producer. This
promised to be an fun trip, if only the sun would come
out.
That afternoon it did. The bright light filled Joy's
room at the Bonaventure, waking her up from what was
supposed to have been a short nap. She looked at the
clock on the nightstand: 2:35. Rats! Half the first day
already gone by. She got up off the bed and went into
the bathroom to freshen up. A little while later she
stood at the window, absorbed in the marvelous view of
downtown L.A.
A knock at the door shook her out of her reverie, and
she strode across the room and opened it. Todd and his
wife Cherie were brightly grinning, looking ready for a
trip. "They said on the radio that it would not rain
any more today, so we thought we'd go window-shopping
in Westwood. Want to join us?" Joy nodded immediately,
she couldn't think of anything more enjoyable. "Let me
get my stuff..." She dashed back into the room, grabbed
her purse, and put on a sweater. "Okay!"
Late that night she was back in her hotel room, sitting
on her bed, happily looking at all her purchases. While
they were not up to the N.Y. standards she was used to,
the clothing stores in Westwood had some pretty darn
good stuff! It didn't come cheap though. She fervently
hoped that the studio would reimburse her as they had
promised. But she didn't want to think about it now, as
she hung up new dresses in the closet and put the new
jeans in the dresser.
She'd had to buy another suitcase so she'd be able to
get all this stuff home! When all the clothes had been
hung and stored, she turned back to her bed. There was
one item remaining to be put away: very sexy silk
lingerie.
She fingered one soft strap, and smiled. She was
feeling very horny, and wished that her husband was
there with her. Cherie had purchased some very similar
lingerie, much to Todd's wide-eyed delight, and Joy
knew that right now they'd be making hot love right
about now. With a delighted giggle, she pulled off her
sweater and unbuttoned her blouse.
Pretty soon she was looking at herself in the full-
length mirror on the bathroom door. The lingerie hid
very little of her sexy body, just enough to tease and
please. She ran her hands along the silk stockings, and
the figure in the mirror did likewise. Oooooh, imagine
the look on some man's face if he saw this! Her hips
and upper body twisted slightly as she ran one hand
across her bare stomach. Then she began to remove,
slowly, teasingly, what she'd put on only minutes ago.
She imagined that some horny man was sitting on the
bed, watching her as she undressed, eyeing her luscious
curves. She slid the stockings down, exposing sexy hips
and smooth silky thighs. Her bra went next; she
unclipped the clasp and lifted the cups away from her
breasts, and they bounced down and jiggled, happy to be
set free. She shook her shoulders, making her boobs
jiggle even more.
Mmmmm.... She could imagine the man on the bed wanting
so badly to press his face against them and munch on
them. A pile of silk grew at her feet as more and more
skin was exposed.
Last to go were the delicate lace panties. She swung
her hips back and forth as she pushed the panties down
her legs. Then she stood before the mirror, naked and
very horny. The imaginary man on the bed had a
throbbing hard-on as he watched her caress herself,
running her hands all over her body, feeling,
squeezing, exploring.
She strode over to the bed, and lay down on it. The
imaginary man ran his fingers lightly along the length
of her body, and then his hands worked their way up,
massaging and caressing her bare flesh. She closed her
eyes and let her imagination run its delightful course.
**
The next day, Sunday, Joy went with Todd, Cherie, and a
young lady named Missy (also an "extra") to Disneyland.
The sun stayed behind thick cumulus clouds, and the
park was crowded, but still they had a wonderful time.
Only Missy had been to Disneyland before (she was from
Costa Mesa, a city not too far south), and she made
sure that the others experienced all the best rides,
despite the long lines. Joy especially loved Star
Tours, and insisted upon riding it three times.
The cars on the Matterhorn are designed so that pairs
of riders must sit pressed together, one between the
legs of the other and when Joy was in that position
against Missy, she was surprised that Missy put her
arms around Joy's chest, rather than gripping the
handles on the sides. It felt good.
She spent that night like she'd spent the previous:
making wonderful love to a phantom. Her lovely naked
body writhed and undulated with endless sexual energy.
The Monday morning sunlight invaded the hotel room and
tapped on her eyelids. Joy opened her eyes, and
stretched beneath the covers. The heavy bedspread
pressed against her body like a soft cocoon. She piled
the pillows behind her back and slid to a sitting
position.
On the nightstand next to the bed sat a manila folder.
Joy picked it up and examined its contents. She'd
leafed through it before, but had not taken the time to
really read it contents.
The first page gave directions to Walker Studios in
Burbank, on whose back lot the scene was to be filmed.
Walker Studios? Joy had never heard of it. She shrugged
her shoulders and looked at the next page. It was a map
of the Walker Studios lot, showing the entrance off
Buena Vista, and the building where she and the 999
other extras would assemble. Clipped to the page was a
paper "badge" that she would need to display to the
guard at the entrance.
The third and fourth pages were a computer-generated
mishmash of arrows, X's, and dotted lines covering a
map of what appeared to be a city block constructed on
the back lot. The pages had her name on them, and
printed text indicating the "beginning" of her "route",
the "endpoint", and various "stops" along the way where
she would encounter and have to deal with various
"events" involving other extras.
The text did not say so, but the word had come down the
grapevine that these "events" would be of a sexual
nature. Joy's body tingled as her imagination played
with the many possibilities.
Missy, Todd, and Cherie rode with Joy in her rented
Buick. Todd sat in the back seat, with Cherie lying
across it (and his lap). One of his hands lazily traced
figure-eights on her stomach. On the radio, Rick Dees
rattled off his sound effects and tasteless jokes and
kept everybody giggling. The Monday morning L.A.
traffic made slow, steady progress.
Eventually they reached the Buena Vista off ramp and
headed north, passing the more famous studios. They
parked in a $4/day lot next to their destination, as
indicated on the map.
People streamed by them, heading for Walker Studios,
and soon Joy & Co. were part of the crowd. Joy flashed
her "pass" as she passed the guard's booth at the
entrance, and the bored guard eyed her body and gave
her a smile. Missy had her pass taped to her chest, and
she teased the guard by pressing it against the booth's
window, right in front of his face. The guard got up
quickly from his stool, grinning lecherously. Missy
giggled and dashed to where the others were waiting for
her. Todd and Cherie unanimously pronounced her a sex-
crazed nymph.
Joy looked at the map she was carrying, and declared
that they appeared to be following the correct crowd.
The people were generally very friendly, with
introductions being made all around as the crowd wound
its way along alleys between windowless buildings. They
turned a corner and found themselves pouring out onto
what looked like a typical shopping district street.
People were sitting down wherever a comfortable spot
could be found. Joy's group found a patch of lawn next
to the street, and they gladly took the weight off
their feet. The street was lined with stores and
restaurants, and a branch of Great Western Savings
stood at one corner. Another street cut across this
one, with more businesses lining it. Joy was amazed.
It's all a movie prop!
A pickup truck rambled around the corner and approached
the still-growing crowd. A thick-bearded man with a
megaphone jumped out of the back. He lifted the mike to
his mouth and spoke. "When everyone is here and seated,
we will begin. Until then, just relax and enjoy the
scenery." Laughter rippled through the crowd. The voice
belonged to non other than Tom "Bigmouth" Franco.
Joy watched with fascination as another truck joined
the first, and movie equipment was unloaded by the
crew. Cans of film were opened, and the film was loaded
into the cameras, which the cameramen then hoisted onto
their shoulders. Sections of the crowd went wild as
some of the cameramen teased them by pointing their
cameras at them and pretending to shoot. Another pickup
came around the corner, this one much larger than the
others. Mounted on its bed was a crane, and at the end
of the crane was a platform on which a large camera was
mounted. Two men sat behind the camera, one of them
barking instructions into a walkie-talkie.
Cherie recognized the man with the walkie-talkie. "My
goodness, it's Daniel McReady!"
"Who?" Joy didn't recognize the name.
"He makes really weird and sexy horror movies. I saw an
article about him on 'Entertainment Tonight' just a
week ago!"
"You mean we're in a horror movie?" Missy laughed.
"Well this should be fun!"
They watched as the man babbled on into his walkie-
talkie. Then he did something with the controls mounted
on a panel in front of him, and the platform began to
rise into the air. The crowd looked up as one as the
crane's arm telescoped and the platform ascended above
them. It stopped abruptly, and the arm shook slightly
from the force of the sudden stop. Yuck, I would not
want to be up there, Joy thought.
Franco reappeared before the crowd, and hoisted the
megaphone to his lips. "Jeez, he really doesn't need
that thing," Joy muttered, and chuckles could be heard
from the people immediately around her. Tom's booming
voice silenced them. Todd put his arms around his wife,
and gave her an affectionate squeeze.
"Well it looks like everyone is here, so we'll begin. I
first want to thank, and congratulate, all of you here
today. You have chosen to take part in something that I
think you will find quite enjoyable. I chose you all
with that very factor in mind. Sexual open-mindedness,
that's the key here." Laughter swept through the crowd.
Somebody not far behind Joy cried out, "So who do I get
to FUCK!?"
More laughter.
"All that will be explained to you. First I need to
fill you in with some background information."
He sure does, Joy thought.
"The scene here is your typical downtown street,
Anywhere U.S.A., and you all are here going about your
daily business: selling, banking, shopping, buying,
etcetera. Well, that is, you WERE doing those things,
until the aliens messed with your minds."
More chuckles in the crowd, and vocalizations of the
"Twilight Zone" theme, could be heard.
"They're invading Earth, and they can manipulate our
emotions and inhibitions. We are, in effect, guinea
pigs for their tests, and their whims. They have chosen
the population of this community for a test which they
will find most interesting and amusing. They will erase
all sexual inhibitions from most of your minds. Not ALL
of you will be affected at the same time, I must point
out. The aliens will leave some of you as is for a
while, to enhance the test environment."
Laughter and nervous giggles rippled through the crowd.
Joy, Todd, Cherie, and Missy all looked around and at
each other.
"Wow!" was all Joy could manage to say.
"You can all probably guess what I'm leading up to.
With all such checks on your desires stripped away, it
will be a sexual free-for-all in Anywhere U.S.A. Now is
the chance to act out your deepest fantasies. The more
variety, the better! The town will be at your
disposal."
Someone shouted "OWWWW BABY!!!" and the crowd roared
with laughter and applause. Joy felt flush with the
excitement that surrounded her and permeated her. Is
this guy SERIOUS?
"With that said, it's time for your all to take your
starting positions as indicated on your maps. Everybody
up, let's go!"
With cheers and yelps the crowd rose to its feet and
began to scramble every which way. Joy felt a tap on
her shoulder and turned to find herself facing Missy,
who extended her hand. "Good luck! Hope we can get
together after this is all over." Joy shook her hand,
and then gave her a soft playful slap on the side of
her face. "Have fun!"
"Oh I know I will," Missy said in a sultry voice. Her
face beamed.
Joy made her way through the crowd and tried to relate
the symbols on the map with what she saw around her.
According to the map, she was a "slsprsn" at "Wa.G"
somewhere around here... She looked up and scanned the
storefronts. Bingo! Joy headed for Waterbed Gallery.
Somebody grabbed the map from her hand as she entered.
"Hey!" The man looked at the map, then looked at her
and smiled. "Hi! You're going to be the sales lady
here. Put this on." He handed her a badge with
"Waterbed Gallery" and her name printed on it. Joy
clipped it to her blouse. "May I have my map back?"
The man shook his head. "You won't be needing it any
more. Good luck!" He quickly shook her hand, then
dashed off.
Now what? Joy looked around. It was a waterbed store
all right. New beds in all directions. She had never
slept on a waterbed before, so she sat down on one,
curious to see how one felt. The surface "gave" a
little more than usual under her weight, but it didn't
slosh about like she had expected.
There was one other person in the store, a man. He
smiled when he saw her, and strode on over. "Hi! I'm
Paul. Looks like we're going to be doing this thing
together." He seemed shy, and wouldn't quite meet her
gaze.
"I'm Joy. Soooo, what do we do now?"
"I guess we wait for further instructions." He sat down
on the bed next to her.
Shortly another man entered the store, wearing a badge
like Joy's.
He came up and greeted them. "Howdy folks! Well,
another salesman! Or I guess I should say salesPERSON.
Name's Bill." He extended his hand. Joy shook it, then
Paul.
Another lady entered the store and joined their little
group. She blushed as they all glanced at her. "Hi! Uh,
I'm Chris." Introductions were made all around. Then
Chris said, "I was told that you," she pointed at Bill,
"are to be trying to sell me a bed at the start of this
and you, Joy, are selling Paul one!"
"Sounds simple enough," Joy responded. "Then what?"
"Then, when you hear the word 'ALIENS' on the P.A., the
guys are supposed to act like their minds are being
'twisted', and turn into 'wild sex animals'. Joy and I
are to resist at first, then after a few minutes our
minds are 'changed' too. She blushed and giggled. Then
Franco's voice boomed out from speakers hidden all over
the huge set.
"We're ready to roll! Everybody take their places!"
"I guess we better do as he says! You two stay here,
and Bill and I will go over to another part of the
store." Bill nodded in instant agreement. "Yes ma'am!"
He eyed her body as a teenager might look at a Playboy
centerfold for the first time. Together they set off
down an aisle.
Joy stood up, and Paul followed suit. "Well Paul, I
guess I better think about how I'm gonna do this. I'm
not much of a salesperson!"
"That's okay," Paul said with a smile. "I don't think
that's what you're gonna be remembered for here
anyw..."
The P.A. boomed: "ROLL CAMERAS!"
The man pushed the paycheck and deposit slip across the
counter toward Missy. She picked them up, looked at
them, then began to peck at the keyboard of the IBM
bank terminal, trying to make it look at least somewhat
like the way the teller did it at the bank she went to.
She tried not to notice or be pressured by the presence
of the cameraman, who was filming her and her
"customer" at that very moment. Meaningless numbers and
text flashed on the terminal's plasma display,
presumably the film's audience would not be able to see
it in detail.
Todd and Cherie sat in "their" car in the parking lot
of Burger King. They had just gone through the drive-
thru line, and were now munching on Whoppers and
shakes. Customers went in and out of the Burger King.
Everything appeared normal...
"ALIENS!" boomed the loudspeakers.
"...And any of these beds comes with a full one-year
warranty against, uh, err..."
The Waterbed Gallery saleslady stopped her spiel when
the expression on her customer's face changed. He was
no longer looking thoughtfully at the bed. He was
looking at her with undisguised lust.
"Oh mama, I want your body NOW!"
He dove forward and encircled her with surprisingly
strong arms. Their chests were pressed tightly
together, and he was kissing her face and neck with
ferocious zeal. "Mmmmph, blrb, glub, get away from
ME...!" He tripped her off balance and she landed on
the bed. Her customer was instantly on top of her.
"Bluh mmmmph are you mmmmph CRAZY???" The man grabbed
her arms and spread them outwards as he kissed her
chest through her blouse.
The saleslady struggled against him, but could not
break free. Then he reached inward and grabbed her
blouse at the collar, and pulled outward. Buttons flew
as the blouse was ripped open. The saleslady's boobs
bounced out and shook and jiggled, and the sex-maniac
customer dove his face into them.
At about that time, the expression on the saleslady's
face began to change. The man pressed her yummy tits
against the sides of his face with his hands as he
feasted hungrily on her chest, and her struggles
diminished. Then she put her arms around his back, and
she smiled.
Teller #4 at Great Western had just put the check in
the drawer when there was a disturbance on the other
side of the counter. She glanced up, and saw the
depositor climbing up onto the counter. His eyes were
locked on her body. He'd been looking at her
appreciatively all along, but this was crazy! Panic
stricken and wide-eyed, she backed up against the coin-
counting machine.
The depositor jumped down and headed for her, wild
passion in his visage. She glanced around frantically,
but no one seemed willing to help her. They all seemed
to be having problems of their own...
He grabbed her about the waist, and planted his lips on
hers. Her whole upper body bent back as his tongue
probed deep into her mouth and his hands felt all over
her back and sides and chest. She beat on his back,
trying to get him off, but it was of no use. One hand
reached up under her shirt, cupped her breast. She
continued to struggle, which only fueled the fires of
his horniness even more! His hand slid down into her
pants, feeling, probing at hot flesh. His fingers
encountered soft panties, pushed underneath them.
Then he brushed against her pussy lips. Her whole body
bucked, and then with a mighty PUSH she managed to
break free of his grasp. She tried to dash off, and he
caught hold of one sleeve. One whole side of her shirt
ripped away. She made a break for the waist-high door
that separated the tellers' area from the customers'.
She vaulted over it, her exposed breast bouncing
wildly.
She turned toward the nearest door... and another horny
customer wrapped himself around her. His hand squeezed
her breast as he kissed her passionately. Her body
seemed to go limp for a moment, and then she put her
arms around his shoulders. With his other hand, the man
pushed the remaining half of her shirt off her.
In the front seat of the Camry, it was the woman who
was "affected" first. A funny expression formed on her
face, and then she put down the remaining morsel of her
Whopper, turned, tore off her T-shirt, and flung
herself on her boyfriend.
She kissed him all over and rubbed her chest against
his face. He was stunned, they'd only been seeing each
other a few days now! But he could not resist the urges
that suddenly built within him, and he grabbed this
wild nymph, tried to steady her so his lips could get a
clear shot at hers.
Her boobs, still trapped in her bra, were driving him
wild, and she saw this and with a quick movement flung
the offending article of clothing away. She shook her
shoulders wildy, making her breasts smack against his
face. He caught them with his hands, pressed them
together. The nipples pointed right at him, and his
eager lips and tongue found their mark.
Outside in the car, on the street, it was pandemonium.
A mailman was pinned underneath two very horny women,
who were tearing off his uniform with great gusto. A
sexy blonde had emerged from the tanning parlor wearing
tight shorts and a halter top, and she was easy prey
for the nearest horny male, who was hungrily enjoying
every luscious curve right there on the sidewalk.
A naked man was running down the street in panic,
pursued by a woman in the process of becoming naked
herself. Suddenly the man stopped with that quizzical
expression on his face, turned, and swept his pursuer
into a passionate embrace. There they stood in the
middle of the street, kissing and kissing and kissing,
one of her thighs raised up and pressed against his
hip, where it was lovingly caressed all over by his
hand.
The waterbed saleslady and her customer were making hot
love right there on the bare mattress. He had one hand
on her pussy, fingering and rubbing and causing her
great ecstasy, and his other hand was massaging a
breast as they continued to kiss.
Nearby, a salesman and his female customer were also in
a hot tight embrace. So consumed with passion were they
that they didn't even make it to a bed, they did it
right on the parquet floor. She was kissing and licking
his chest as she stroked at his hard cock. He held her
against him and buried his chin in her hair.
Next to the bank's exit was a plush waiting area, with
sofas, lounge chairs, and a long low oak table. A man
lay spread-eagled on the table, his hands and feet
bound by long pieces of string to the table's legs. He
struggled and writhed and moaned with pleasure and
pleaded for mercy. Above him stood Teller #4, totally
naked, observing her slave as he gazed up longingly at
her luscious body. She got on her knees and let her
fingers slide along his body, from his chin down,
barely grazing his throbbing cock.
Then she got up on the table and formed a bridge that
spanned above him, perched on her fingers and toes. She
said something to him, and he nodded excitedly. She
changed her mind, and the man begged, pleaded for her
to do that to him with her beautiful body.
She got up above him again, then lowered herself to
hands and knees, her boobs hanging down, the nipples
inches above his chest. He lavished heaps of praise on
her and her gorgeous body, and strained against his
ropes, trying to raise his chest so that it would touch
hers. She lifted herself up a little and wagged a
finger at him. He begged, pleaded, praised, WORSHIPPED
the goddess whose flesh was so close to his. She slowly
lowered her body. Her nipples touched his skin, and he
sighed with delight.
She continued to lower herself down on him, and her
boobs slowly squeezed between them. Her stomach pressed
against his, and his cock was sandwiched between his
lower abdomen and hers. He moaned with delight and
continued to praise his master's beauty.
The Camry was bouncing now. The driver's seat was
reclined all the way back against the rear seat, and a
man lay on it in total sexual bliss while his
girlfriend rode him like a hobby horse. His hands
climbed up her body, gripping her sides, then squeezing
her boobs together. Then they gripped her hips and held
on tight as her bouncing grew in intensity. His cock
was a blazing missile, and she was the main Red Army
base. When they came together, the fire was as hot as
the sun.
On the sidewalk, the tanned blonde beauty was being
mauled by three lustful pedestrians. One was kissing
her, one was enjoying her boobs and caressing her all
over, and the third was munching on and sucking her
pussy for all it was worth. The mailman was fucking a
woman doggie-style while another lady was behind him,
pressing her boobs against the back of his head.
Undelivered mail was scattered all around them. All
over the lawn next to the street, acts of hot wild love
could be observed.
Then the military arrived.
Large camouflaged trucks rolled around the corner and
stopped. Rear flaps flew open, and troops poured out,
ready to restore order to this city which had been
paralyzed by some bizarre epidemic. Soldiers ran into
stores and businesses. Others went to the hot piles of
flesh that writhed on the street and sidewalk.
A soldier reached the blonde beauty and tried to pull
the men off her. They pushed him away. More soldiers
came over and grappled with the men. The first soldier
found himself confronted by this beauty, full of hot
lustful fire. She flung herself against him. The
soldier, who'd never had a girlfriend in his life,
forgot all about duty to his country. He licked and
squeezed and kissed and caressed this luscious girl
with instant horniness.
Two soldiers emerged from the waterbed store, with a
lovely naked woman in their grip, her boobs jiggling as
she struggled to free herself (so she could fling
herself on somebody). Two more soldiers came over and
grabbed her luscious legs, and they carried her to the
truck, not traveling too quickly as they enjoyed the
sight of her suspended between them.
They swung her up into the back of the truck. The
soldier with the blonde beauty lifted her up and
brought her over to the truck, and she was transferred
inside. The soldiers then climbed in, and zipped the
flap closed.
The bank teller was sucking on her slave's cock when
the soldier burst in. He took one look at her and
lunged for that succulent flesh. If he has to apprehend
people, he thought, he might as well apprehend the
sexiest ones! He wrapped his arms around her and
dragged her outside, as the tied-up man shouted insults
and damnations at him. His hands were on her boobs, and
he squeezed them and played with her nipples. She did
not resist, instead she turned around in his arms,
wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.
Inside the Camry, the two lovers embraced each other
and savored their collective warmth. Every once in a
while one of them would peek out the window and observe
the sexy shenanigans going on outside. He or she would
chuckle and share it with his/her partner. Then they
would resume kissing.
The military had been conquered. The soldiers were now
part of the orgy that had enveloped the whole city. The
aliens saw how effective this was, and began to use the
same technique in major cities all over the world. Soon
the majority of the planet's population was consumed
with sex, and the aliens observed them with delight
while they plundered Earth's resources. All precious
metals and minerals were brought up to the massive
mother ship, and the aliens left with their unspeakably
valuable cargo. Those puny humans had been so easy to
conquer!
The screen went black. Then the end credits began to
roll.
Joy and her husband just sat there as others in the
theatre began to get up and file out. There was a lot
of chatter, exclamations like "wow!" and "oh man!" Many
of those who would leave the theatre would be having
sex or masturbating that night like they hadn't in a
long time.
Together they sat and watched the credits roll by. Her
husband put a hand on her thigh and squeezed. She
leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. She
did not know how her husband would take seeing her in
this scene, and was pleasantly surprised at his
delighted expression as he watched. She thought she'd
only be visible for maybe a second at most, but she had
been up there on that thirty-foot-high screen several
times in different hot scenes.
Of course, this being an R-rated release, the hottest
and most explicit stuff was cut out. But it didn't
matter to Joy at all. What was up there had been SO
erotic and sexy.
That night she and her husband made the best love since
their wedding night. It lasted ALL night long.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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