DS-183 Black Top

Excerpt

Before Julian had been “discovered” a year ago, Brad had been the favorite. He had lasted longer in that position than any other of Caen’s stars. He showed no bitterness of jealousy at his new status when Julian appeared on the scene. Good-naturedly, even gratefully, he accepted whatever parts Caen gave him.

Julian liked him but did not admire him. Brad was trapped. What kind of future could there be for him?

“I hear Caen found him in New Orleans,” Brad was saying.

“Huh?” Julian stammered. “Who?… Found who?”

“Mario,” Brad said.

“Wake up, sugah,” Steve chortled. “He’s talking about that mysterious stud—Mario… The one who’s gonna fuck you silly in scene nine.”

“You’re just jealous because you’re not the one who gets to screw him,” Brad said evenly, looking at Steve.

“You can say that again,” Steve grinned. “But I get to give you my dick, you old whore,” he added nastily.

“Yeah, I know,” Brad shuddered, making no effort to hide his distaste.

Although Steve had sometimes tried to paw him, Julian had insisted that he not have sex with him, in or out of pictures. He was still in a position to make a few demands. Whereas Brad would do anything—perform or submit to any kind of perversion asked of him.

Julian had agreed to more things for this picture than any others he had made. For one thing it was a bigger picture and he was receiving twice his usual salary. And for another—and more important reason—he had decided that this was to be his last sex movie.