“Ugh, the film. Don’t tell Amy, but I hated it.”
Shea is surprised. “You didn’t like it? Why not?”
“Did you not notice the complete lack of penis in it? I’m straight, Amy’s straight, why can’t we have a movie with some boys in it? Why do I have to look at naked girls all the time?”
Shea seems taken aback. “Well, you didn’t like the guys in that pirate porn movie we saw.”
Cecilia thinks of the pirate movie actors: stone-faced, not sexy or even good-looking really, and they’d fucked the actresses likes robots. But before she can say that, Shea says, “I guess you’re just not the porn type.”
Cecilia is half tempted to tell Shea about her King Slut movie. Actually, Shea, I have my own mental porn; it’s based on this weird King Tut fixation I have. I even got a copy of that famous mask at a Halloween store. You probably didn’t notice but Adam sort of looks like an Egyptian pharaoh…
But she’s too embarrassed. As sexual fixations go, it’s hardly something she can explain. King Tut’s golden death mask captivated her as soon as she saw it in her college archeology class. The exotic cheekbones; the kohl-lined, almond-shaped eyes: it seemed like the most sensual, perfect face in the world. That the king had died at eighteen only made him more fascinating. She looked up everything she could find about him and sometimes, when she had sex, she would try to visualize the man beneath her wearing that famous mask. She didn’t tell anyone as her fantasies expanded into her ongoing and elaborate King Slut mind-movie. Only when she found the mask in the Halloween store last year, did she entertain the thought of making it reality; of finding the right man to wear it while fucking her senseless.
Scene II
“Let’s move on, people. King, you’re going fowl-hunting up the Nile. Three slave girls in the boat. Take one.”
King Slut emerges from his dressing room in costume. No one can tell what he’s really thinking because of the mask but his white kilt is down: no wood. Everyone watches his hard thigh muscles roll as he moves to the river and waiting canoe. Production has done a good job of supplying realistic reeds.
The three waiting slave girls are very pretty in black, fringed wings. There was some discussion about them starting out topless but it was finally agreed that it was hotter to have them stripped on board. All of them wear snowy white short linen dresses. A servant extra extends his long pole into the river and they’re off.
The sun is shining. King Slut reclines on his elbows, thighs spread comfortably, his biceps bulging. The mask seems to be smiling as he surveys the Nile. Before him the slave girls giggle and whisper, trying to out-cute each other for his attention. The reeds stir with birds. He leaps to attention, javelin in hand. His long bronzed back is motionless, his lateral muscles posed for throwing.
Then a slave girl shoves another girl into him, knocking him off course and startling the birds, who fly away.
“You stupid girl!” the servant roars. “How dare you interfere with the king’s hunt! You must take your punishment.”
The girl falls to her knees before him, crying. Without a word, King Slut lifts her up by the arm, turns her around, then lightly shoves her so she topples over his footstool. He throws her white dress up, exposing her pussy to everyone on the boat. She trembles, face red, but he has no mercy; he nudges her feet apart until her legs are spread wide open.
The king spanks her with the javelin, slow, measured blows that lay down red marks on the firm smoothness of her ass. She cries harder and wiggles against the stool, but everyone can see she is rubbing her clit against the cushion. As her sobs turn to moans, the young king’s kilt begins to protrude.
He rips it off and for the first time in production, shows his cock to the cast and crew. It’s long and thick, as rumored. A low, collective sigh fills the room. It slaps his tight stomach as he lifts the slave girl up by the hips and positions her pussy at the tip of his shaft. From this angle, her slit looks too small to take it. He bumps his engorged head against her and makes her moan without really penetrating her.
The servant hisses an order. One of the remaining slave girls quickly pulls off her dress and squats naked behind the king. She strokes his thighs before inserting her tongue between his asscheeks. The other slave girl takes her place before the girl being punished and pulls up her dress with a smirk.
The king pushes abruptly into the first girl. She cries out, with pain or excitement it’s impossible to tell and grips the stool for balance as he begins to saw his beautiful cock in and out of her tight little cunt. She’s moaning now, her breasts bouncing over the stool, but her moans go muffled when her head is lifted by the hair and pressed against the other slave girl’s pussy.