BOOK AND SCREEN PLAY

Four weeks had passed from the contract signing. I checked with the writer and the script and book were both ready for my review.

I had bought a car. It was a new 2002 mustang convertible. I told Murray I would drive up and go over the book with him. I was dying to get out on the road with my toy and put the pedal to the metal.

I made the 90-minute drive in 75 minutes. I was lucky not to get stopped and be going at a slow traffic time.

I met with Murray and settled into his office chair and read the entire 212-page book in 3 hours. My eyes were tired and red. Murray offered to take me out for a drink and dinner. "I have to go back," I told him. He told me, "Stay over let's do the screenplay tomorrow."

I told him, "I don't have a change of clothes." He said, "Buy a change."

He convinced me and I agreed to stay. He said, "If you don't like hotels you can stay at my place." "We have plenty of room."

I asked, "Who are we?" He said, "Me and my dog." I said, "Nice try." He laughed and said, "you don't try you never know." Murray was about 35, other than Mr. Lum the only man I had been with was Jay and he was 30ish. I am not counting the 18 sodomizers. They were anal anyway and didn't count. They hurt but that was over with. I said, "OK I'll have dinner with you and stay over." "What kind of dog is it?" Murray responded, "A cocker spaniel." I said, "Oh a lap dog I would have worried about a Shepard."

Murray with his quick Jewish wit said, " No I do all the lapping in my house." I was enjoying the banter. I pursued, "Any good at it?" He said, "Try me and tell me." I said, "Lets eat dinner we'll see about dessert later."

We went to a restaurant near his office. It was French. The food was great and we had two bottles of wine a Pouilly Fuse and a Chateaunerf de Pape.

Both full bodied French wines. He ordered Green Chartreuse with espresso after dessert. That Chartreuse was an ass kicker. I thought Drambuie was warm this was fire. I said that was great but now we had dessert here. He laughed and said, "You can still stay over, and you get the dog." I looked at him and said, "Would have been my choice anyway."

The valet brought his car; mine was still at his office. I slid in the passenger seat as he held the door for me.

He slipped his arm around my shoulder as he drove the car with one hand on the wheel. I snuggled up to him. It had been forever since I snuggled in a car. He felt my breast and I let him. I whispered in his ear, "Got anymore of that green stuff at home?" He said "No." I said, "Stop and get some and I hope you have rubbers." He roared, "I like a girl who is blunt." I said, "I stopped being coy when I was kidnapped."

He stopped by a liquor store and I waited in the car. He came out in a few minutes with a bag. He held it up and said, "One bottle of green and a dozen rubbers." I asked, "Will that be enough?" He said "Unfortunately more than enough." I laughed and said, "You never have been out with me before." God I needed a drink. We pulled into the garage in a one-story ranch in Sherman Oaks. I was lost but so what. He opened the garage door with a scanner and when we pulled in he closed it. We entered the house through a door from the garage to the laundry room. I said maybe I could just wash my clothes here.

He said, "If you like." I stripped right there in the laundry room and put my dress, blouse and underwear all in the same load. Now I was nude in shoes. I guess there was no doubt now that I was going to be his sexual prize. I reached up and hung my arms around his neck and we kissed. I was beginning to like swapping tongues with men. I danced away from him and said pour me a drink. I loved the warmth that alcohol gave me. Especially the warm cordials like Drambuie and Green Chartreuse.

I did not feel naked here. I was nude and proud of my body on display by my own choice.

Murray gave me a playful swat on the buttocks. I said, "Careful you may have to repeat that." I was getting very drunk. I said "Give me another please." He took my glass and refilled it this time a larger quantity. Actually I had asked for another spank but he didn't snap to that. I wanted a good hard spanking but needed to make him think it was his idea. I helped him get undressed and then pushed him back into a chair. I pretended to fall on him and ended up draped over his lap. He said a very spankable position. I told him I deserve one. I was not going to push further. Evidently he wanted to spank me because he lightly spanked my cheek and then rubbed away the hurt. He kind of waited for a protest and when none came he spanked again on the other cheek.

I wanted to scream at him sissy, sissy but just shut up and hoped he would really lay into me. I was addicted to punishment. I started scissor kicking my feet causing a ruckus. He finally landed a sharp spank and apologized. I said is that the best you've got. He finally snapped and really started spanking me. I was approaching climax already. The stimulation that was always present from my clitoris ring and the alcohol had me wound tighter than a top. He started to spank harder and I responded Yes! Yes! He knew now that I was a pain freak. He lay what on someone else would have been an unmerciful spanking. But he had never tried to satisfy a girl who had accepted 24 canes slashes. My tolerance for pain was unbelievably high.

My clitoris was rubbing on his thigh the activity was causing my climax to begin. The waves of relief flushed my body and escaped through my vagina. I let out a cry of satisfaction as I fulfilled my bodily mission.

Murray was amazed. He was just rubbing my very bright red ass. I told him, "They had a nickname for me in China, and it translated to Climax Factory." "That was before my clitoral ring was installed." "I used to climax from giving head, getting head, spankings, anal sex, vaginal sex, now its worse, I climax just walking at least 8 or 9 times a day." "Imagine 7 months ago I was a virgin and only had masturbated to climax half a dozen times in my life."

Murray eased me off his lap. He lay me over the back of a large easy chair he had in his living room. He ran two fingers into my vagina and extracted my nectar on his fingers. He used those fingers to lubricate my anus. His fingers in my anus felt good. He repeated the process lubricating some more. The third dip in my well he used to lubricate himself.

I felt the head of his penis at my nether portal. The first inch was a killer. I was addicted to pain so this was a pleasure. It still hurt like hell. He was slow on entry prolonging the pain. He stopped about one inch deep and started to move in and out. That hurt even more. I yelled at him, "If you're going to fuck me, fuck me deep." He responded and just drove his penis in at full penetration and that hurt like hell. He stayed penetrated for a minute allowing me to adjust to his penetration. Now he started an in and out motion. He would withdraw his penis until just the head was still inside my scepter. Then he would ram back in to full depth. It was hurting but feeling so good doing that. I tried to respond with my hips. It took a few strokes until I caught his tempo. Then it was a full-blown contest of who could ram harder my ass or his dick. My clit ring was rubbing on the back of the chair. I was struggling to hold back my climax until he came in me. Fuck it, I couldn't wait and I exploded in a wild frenzy. The Goosebumps returned and my whole body shuddered. These two external indicators had become my trademark. Just as the flush in my forehead, temples, neck and nipples had become my internal indicators. I loved climaxing. Murray was a little behind me and he was pumping hard and furious trying not to be left out. I felt him drive in to me as deep as he could and expel his semen into my anus. I loved the feeling of semen in my anal canal.

He pulled out of me and helped me stand. He kissed me passionately. I loved kissing and just now was appreciating the tongue taste of heterosexual kisses.

I still relished the kisses of Soo Lin and Teresa back in China. I still had a curiosity about lesbian sex. My experience was limited to my one encounter but I remembered with delight the pinnacle Teresa took me to. Prior to my clit ring installation that had to be the most memorable climax of my life. I still recounted it in my dreams some nights.

Murray was still limp. I wanted him to shower before I tasted him or allowed vaginal penetration. Shit was not my favorite flavor nor did I need a yeast infection.

We took a community shower, Murray and I. We washed one another. He started to masturbate me but I pushed him away. All he had to do was pull my ring and I would climax. I held his penis and felt it revive. I knelt before him in the shower and with the hot water spraying in my face gave him a long slow blowjob. I utilized the tongue stud to it's maximum potential. Each time I gave head, I thought of new and delectable things to do with the stud. This time I tried to drive it into his penis pee hole. The water spraying in my face was a turn on to me and I climaxed kneeling before him. He soon responded by depositing several spurts of semen on my tongue. I swallowed and licked him clean. I like doing that and men were so appreciative of that.

I talked like I had had 100's of men. In reality 4 that was it. I still never counted the gang rape in Beijing just before I was rescued.

I also didn't count my jeweler who was female. A sadistic female but female.

Murray put me to bed. The alcohol had taken its toll. I was asleep in seconds after my head hit the pillow.

The next morning over coffee we seriously worked on the book and screen play. The book was very factual. It read like a porn novel but that was what happened to me. The screenplay was factual also but a lot of the things described in the book were just innuendos in the movie. We anticipate an R rating we didn't want an X.

Murray explained that. "The studio would rewrite the screen play several times to fit the dialog to the story line."

He also told me that; "If any shots are needed of nudity before the point where my jewelry was installed they would use a body double." "A female whose body was dimensionally similar to mine and would have to be a real blonde for any unshaven beaver shots." "Her face will not be seen or if necessary your face would be digitally superimposed." "Modern technology can do wonders." He concluded.

I was concerned with continuing my education. After a meeting with Richard and Cliff, I decided to move to the LA area and enroll in UCLA at their acting school. I needed the experience and I needed the education. Unless I was going to be a porn movie star or a nude jewelry model. I was not qualified for much else.

I had to enroll at UCLA, Cliff pulled some strings there and my high school and college transcripts were forwarded and my one semester at Saint Margaret's was credited.

Richard secured an apartment for me in a secure building in Westwood. It was a two bedroom with two baths. I didn't need two bedrooms but in case I wanted my parents to visit or in the event I wanted a roommate the option was there. I was earning good money and could afford the apartment. Most college students could not.

I put up the security deposit and drove back to San Diego to tell my parents that I was moving already. They were unhappy that I was leaving but didn't fight me too much. I was an adult and after all my experiences they had little to argue about. I was glad to receive their blessings. I loved them dearly and didn't want to move on a bad footing.

To Be Continued...