This is an alternative riff off of one paragraph in Chapter 2 of
To My Twenty-Fifth Century Biographers:
The Inadvertent Auteur
Sometimes reality turns out to be even more exciting than we anticipate. Take for example the following recording I made right before Will picked me up last night.
Prom night for the Brearley School Class of 1982. Tape recording Made by Patricia Wilkerson:
"After we close CBGBs Charlotte and I are going to take darling Bobby and Will to my father's corporate suite at the St. Regis. What our hot macho studs don't realize is that they are going to put on a little mutual cocksucking exhibition for us girls. That's what these handcuffs in my bag are for. And what Sweet Charlotte doesn't know is that the proceedings in their entirety, including the scrumptious Charlotte sandwich Bobby and Will are later going to devour, will be captured on film. Cinematography is courtesy of Rafael, daddy's chauffeur, who was reluctant at first. But eventually he decided it was not in his own best interests for daddy to learn that he has been getting sucked off at least once a week by his employer's innocent-looking daughter ever since the day she turned twelve. Rafaelito fell for my act: 'Oh daddy, he MADE me do it. I was so MORTIFIED and SCARED. Can't you teach him a lesson.'"
This is like the description of a church picnic compared to what actually happened. The others were all pretty wasted by the time we rolled into the suite. Daddy’s partner, Jackson Phipps, made sure nobody else would be there. I still have a photocopy of Phippsy’s NAMBLA membership card, so he always does his best to keep me happy. Rafaelito, dressed in a tux, greeted us at the door and brought us drinks – Martinis for Will and Bobby, an Old Fashioned for Charlotte, and grapefruit juice for me. I’m Straight Edge, at least with regard to alcohol, and besides I thought I needed to be in control.
The first surprise of the evening was discovering that Will and Bobby needed no encouragement to start getting down to business. We had barely gotten settled when they were making out furiously. Soon their trousers were down and they were on the floor seriously gobbling each other’s dick. Rafaelito was manning the Super 8, cutting back and forth between the boys and Charlotte. Her panties were down around her ankles and her left hand was thrumming away on her juicy clit. I found myself slowly getting more and more excited as I sipped demurely on my grapefruit juice. Time had almost stopped.
But then I was jolted out of my reverie when Rafaelito motioned to me to take over filming duties. This was unscripted but I sensed it was going to be good. The next thing I knew Rafaelito was in the scrum with Will and Bobby, his tongue probing hard into Bobby’s asshole. Charlotte’s eyes were glued to this ménage. She was moaning loudly, and her prom gown was starting to get soaked with her own cum. Charlotte now got up, as if in a trance, and joined the grouping on the floor. She had pulled a dildo out of her handbag and was now ramming it up Will’s asshole. I noticed that my panties were starting to get a little moist, but since making art is more important than having sex I kept on filming.
Rafaelito had now taken his pants off and he was slowly guiding his uncut eight-incher into Bobby’s ass. Bobby began writhing and quickly shot a monster load into Will’s mouth. Will, who still hadn’t come, now disengaged himself from Bobby’s mouth and pulled Charlotte’s dildo out of his asshole. He grabbed Charlotte, pinned her on the ground, stuck the dildo up her asshole, and started to eat out her sopping cunt, all the while ramming the dildo home inside of her ass. Charlotte was screaming at the top of her lungs as she came at least a dozen times. Rafaelito pulled out of Bobby before coming and shot his load onto Charlotte’s stomach. I zoomed in on Bobby lapping up Rafaelito’s jizz while Will continued yodeling in Charlotte’s canyon. The activity kept up until daylight, and I captured it all on film. By the end of the evening my prom gown was soaked in my own cum. Rafaelito, I’m sure, knows he will pay dearly for his dereliction of duties.
