A Touch Of Class. Part 2

Chapter 259-1

A Touch Of Class.

Part 2

 

Terry and Mark and I with a couple of girls were sitting in detention and Mr. Bronson was overseeing it. It was a short little scene that made more sense because there was no way in TV reality or in real life for that matter. Mr. Bronson could be having sex with any of his students during school hours. Nor could he be having sex with the Principle at the same time. Mr. Tate conceded that he had made it unrealistic, thinking the sex would cover up any mistakes he might have made.

Being reminded that Tangle Hearts isn’t just straight up porn video and would be boring as hell. When there were no real-life moments, just straight sex, and again it was always the same gender. Losing the other half of his clientele and would have been a flop from the start.

So we rewrote it where Mr. Bronson was sending everyone home after they had spent a quick hour in detention. Allowing him to lock the door as the last student had left the classroom leaving it just him and Terry, asking him if he needs a ride home, where Terry reads the line. “Yes, but my mother won’t be home for a few hours, because she has to work late at the Piggly Wiggly and my brother is at soccer practice.” Watching Terry move forward as he and Mr. Vincent move closer to each other as Mr. Vincent removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt slowly keeping pace as he walks towards Terry.

Mr. Vincent leans down and kisses Terry, like old lovers as if they have been having sex many times, unhurried as they took their time watching Mr. Vincent remove Terry’s shirt and toss it on one of the desks and finishes removing his as Terry moves over to the desk and sits on it.

Kicks off his sneakers and leans back knocking off the books and papers onto the floor. Mr. Vincent leans Terry back as they kiss allowing him to scoot more onto the desk. He didn’t force Terry; he didn’t even tie him up or gag him as they did in the other scene.

Mr. Stringum queued the soft music the moment Mr. Vincent, had Terry right where he wanted him as they kissed laying him down completely on the desk, hearing him say. “So Terry, I take it that your moms working late, tonight…how about if I call your mother and tell her you will be over at my house, working on your homework, we can pick up your bother on the way and she won’t have to worry about you two?”

He moved down Terry’s bare chest kissing him and tasting him, always returning to kiss him before going lower, as he undid Terry’s belt and pants as well as his zipper as they kissed pulling his lips with him. Terry moaned and arched his back as he teased each of his n*****s.

You could tell right away Terry wasn’t faking it moaning softly as his pants slipped off him onto the floor leaving him in his boxers and socks while Mr. Vincent placed his hand inside the front of Terry’s boxers fondling him. Mr. Vincent followed the same routine going lower each time as him and Terry worked off his boxers then letting Mr. Vincent do him orally bring his large cobra to life standing tall as he leaned over the desk giving Terry the chance to undo Mr. Vincent’s belt and pants watching them fall to the floor as he kicked them to the side with his shoes finding he wasn’t wearing any boxers.

Once he had his little Terry snack. Mr. Vincent reached into his desk and pulled out a tub of KY. The same medicated lube; and a condom allowing Terry to slide down a little bit as he bent himself over allowing Mr. Vincent to lube him up as he spread his butt cheeks.

He ripped the condom package open with his teeth and slips it on his very aroused penis adding more lube. Terry waited for him, to slip himself inside of him, but instead a radio came sound was making its way down the hall, and the camera panned towards the hallway where Dad was dressed in a janitor’s costume; as he wiggled the keys taking his time moping the hallway as he made his way down to our classroom.

Dad knocked on the door of the next classroom asking if he could come in clean the classroom, finding no one there. Dad soon came back out as Mr. Vincent quickly slipped on his shirt and leaving it open. Having Terry quickly dive under the desk as Mr. Vincent placed himself at his desk opening a biology book he had picked up off his chair and slid him closes to the desk where no one could see if he was wearing any clothes below the desk.

When Dad reached our classroom Dad knocked on the door seeing the lights on like they were in a random order of the classrooms down our hallway. Dad said. “Mr. Bronson are you in there? I need to clean your classroom.”

Mr. Bronson opened the book sliding as closes as he could under the desk said. “Can you come back later I am in the middle of something. I am with my last student of the day, and he is taking a test.” 

Dad said asking. “How long do you need so I can finish locking the building for the day?”

Mr. Vincent said glancing over at the cue cards. “About ten minutes and you can have the room.”

Dad said. "I am a busy man Mr. Bronson, don’t keep waiting unless you…”

Mr. Vincent scooted out of the desk and slipped into his pants, and quickly buttoned his shirt as he walked towards the door in his socked feet, then opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Terry quickly dressed as Mr. Vincent was working out a solution as he opened his wallet pulling out two crisps 100 dollar bills, said. “How about I pay you to let me clean my own classroom, after today, I have arranged with the new principle Mrs. Gilles to provide extra help to my students two days week after school.” Mr. Vincent added another hundred dollar bill.

Dad looked at the money, in his hand then nodded said. “I think we can work something out for the sake of the students.” Taking the money and slipping it inside his pocket. Terry had dressed by that time and took a seat at one of the desks.   

The door opened as Dad came into the room backward with his janitor's cart with brooms, and mop bucket and cleaning supplies. Dad turned said. “Oh sorry, to disturb you young man, but it’s my job to make sure that this school is clean and locked up each night. I will only be a few minutes.”

Terry got up from his desk and grabbed his backpack and said. “It's fine, sir, I was finished anyway.”

He handed his paper he was working on, to Mr. Vincent and started to walk out only to stop when Mr. Vincent said. "Give me five minutes Terry and I will give you a ride home." Mr. Vincent picked up his briefcase added his book and the roll binder, and several papers that students hand turned in; then slipped on his shoes, placing his arm around Terry’s shoulder as they walked out of the classroom.

Stringum said. “Cut, that’s a warp boy’s, nice job.” He went over to Mr. Tate and said. “What do you think? Will our clients like that scene or was too over the top?” Stringum lowered his gag so he could answer.

Mr. Tate said. “You b*****d, always stop when things would be far more interesting if you let play itself out. Now what you should have done was have the janitor have his turn with Terry as they shared the boy. But no you wasted perfectly good sex….”

Stringum cut him off by putting the gag back into his mouth.  Tsked at him; “Mr. Tate, you missed the point of the entire scene and the idea of Tangled Hearts. Must I remind you that this, not a simple sex scene where every scene is about savagely raping young boys because they can?

“This about romance, and about forbidden love, this about people and sharing their true identities, it’s about lust and coming to terms that it life being a mystery. It has to have real-life drama and real-life problems. This movie isn’t about having sex. It’s about sex being meaningful. Not one of your previous films has real-life moments, or a reason to have sex.

“Because all it is about people raping and ravaging each other every few seconds non-stop. Where is the plot? Where is the emotion? Where is the romance? Where is the danger of getting caught with their hands in the cookie jar? Now time is growing short, we still have two maybe three scenes to do here and not a lot of time to do them.”

We still didn’t have a new film director, but we were told he was about 20 to 30 minutes out, as we quickly went inside one of the other classrooms down the hall where. Mr. Stringum had everything planned out. The same classroom we had been in earlier where we ran our little top secret mission.

Everything was outlined step by step for each scene we had done today and the scenes we had yet to do, written on several blackboards that had come for several classrooms in the building, plus several TV monitors with large comfortable chairs and couches and large buffet table in case we got hungry so we could watch what was going on while we waited for our turn. Also for everyone else that wasn’t being filmed but wanted to see what was going on without getting in the way. We called it our war room.

Stringum quickly decided which scenes need to be done, and which ones we could do once we got back too Heber. We had no choice, needing the natural light to do the lawn mowing scene, but only to a certain point, because of time restraints, yet being as it was winter and cold as hell in Heber we had no choice but to use the house Mr. Tate had set up for the scene and the other ones they could work around, because it was all indoors.

Walls and rooms were easily to transform. And that included the office scene where Mom and Mr. Vincent would have the lunch scene, but the gym fight scene was lacking the element of a first thought of Mark and Steven kissing each other, where it could develop from that point on.

Mom was good at solving problems as they quickly outlined what they could do that wouldn’t involve Steven and Mark getting down and dirty so quickly. Said we could redo the gym fight scene, but this time the boys would have no choice, but to take a cold shower together. Mom outlined the script, but, we needed a better fight scene other than two boys duking it out, Mom explained what she wanted, but the only way for it to work we needed our students back, but the shower scene was doable.

Again Stringum pointed out. We didn’t have to do it here, mostly because he was worried about not being to use the natural light for the lawn mowing scene, do to the fact we need it today and most of it was all outdoors, and plus the home had a fenced in outdoor pool and hot tub considering were are the weather is summer all year round where the temperatures never got below 70. Yet none of us had seen the house or the property or the area where it was. So far all we had was Mr. Tate’s word that it was another piece of property he had recently purchased. Many of us remembered the farmhouse and his summer cottage.

But Mr. Vincent said he had better idea, where we could change the scene altogether, where Steve’s character would have an excuses to go inside the house, using London’s place or Bishop Earls place where the pool was indoors and we could do more scenes there, then we could here, that way we wouldn’t have to keep flying back and forth just so we could use that house and the outdoor pool scenes.

Stringum paced back and forth and said. “Folks this only the premiere, we don’t want Stevens and Mr. Bronson’s scene muddied. We need this to be a “wow moment,” I didn’t expect that. We agreed to the idea of it all being natural and not animalistic. So we will shoot the lawn mowing scene first, as is, but Steven only enters the house, collect he his money; then rides off into the sunset for now. Terry and Mr. Bronson and his little brother Jessie already have an ongoing secret relationship, and we will confirm that in this next scene. We can do the shower scene here, while our crew is setting up the outdoor scene. Then we will redo the fight scene… if all else fails we will redo it the scene tomorrow morning at Heber High school.

Dad said. “If we redo the fight scene anyway, we can do the shower scene at the same time, since we plan on doing most of if not all the rest of the scenes in Heber. That way we can build a house with everything we need here. Within a week or less, being as it is just a set. And we have all this open space where we can do whatever we like without anyone knowing about it.  I don’t trust Mr. Tate further then I can spit.

“Whose to say he doesn’t have men there waiting for us? Whose to say the house in nothing more than flop house like the farmhouse? Good on the outside, bad in the inside. There is no way we can move large amounts of equipment to make a good movie there including moving our trailers only to move them back here to do more school shots with the time we have left if we are to meet our deadline... We can take the blueprints and rebuild the house in a matter of a week and do several warm-weather scenes, as our first video package, until our main studio is built.

Stringum paced again, as our new filming director came into our war room. Stringum quickly introduced him to us as Larry Kirkland. Mr. Kirkland was a big movie buff; he had done several Broadway plays such as Mc Beth and the Music Man, and Brigadoon as well as a couple of pirate movies like Black Beard, and many others I have never heard of. Basic this would be his first time doing a porn film.

He didn’t like the idea of kids being evolved, but he was on board to do whatever it takes to takes to help put away the people who were exploiting children like Mr. Tate. Plus the fact he owed Mr. Vincent and Stringum huge favor. He never said why he owed them; other then it had to do with the time they served in the war together.

He was an older chap like Stringum, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and weighed anywhere to 120 to 150 pounds. I mentioned that because there was nothing to him but long legs and arms and very large hands. That dwarfed most of ours. He was cleanly shaven mostly except for a small beard that outlined both sides of his cheeks and a Cornell Sanders mustache.

Other than the fact he was reddish brown color. His hair was neatly combed even though he didn’t have much on top being it was more on the sides than on top. When he looked at you with his light blue eyes, it made you want to smile, and when he laughed or talked his British accent was very strong.

He wore a simple blue and green Hawaiian shirt and long olive green slacks and comfortable brown work shoes that had lost most of its shine but had to be at least size 15 indicating he had very big feet.

Once Stringum introduced him to us and shook each of our hands, all except Mr. Tate as they stared at each like they were about to get into the ring and duke it out, he said. “So this is the man of you been telling me about. My only question is why is he here? For what you have told me over the phone and what I have read in the file you gave me. I would cut his balls off and feed him to the crocodiles.

“He offends me just by being here if this is going to be my movie, I want him out my sight. The script I have just read is mostly crap, it nothing more then cheap sex I can find on the corner or in some back ally. His films are the worst quality I have ever seen in my entire life.

“Playboy does a far better job turning me on, even though their script is cheesy and that god awful music in the background is annoying as hell. In fact, I wouldn’t even call it music. For isn’t memorable and it isn’t anything people listen too when they actually are having sex. The movie according to Mr. Tate’s script has no plot other than people taking off their clothes and having sex like fifthly animals. However, all of it isn’t bad; in fact, all it is lacking is little more imagination using your original ideas.

“Where you have taken out the unrealistic and added more realism, where it becomes something people will remember and will talk about. Which I gather is a general idea, in the first place to stand out where films like the ones Mr. Tate and others like him belong in the trash heap. Which is another reason I would prefer him off my set; for I do not want his advice, or do I need him here overseeing this film and he disgusts me. If we are going to do this film we are going to do right; for I refuse to put out a poor quality film with my name on it.

“So this where we will start; I do not care if it takes me all day and all night, to get this movie where it should be. I understand we have a deadline, and I understand that you need to be elsewhere no later then tomorrow, and I will do my best to make sure we have what we need before we show our premier to Mr. Tate’s clients. We only need one copy to be ready to go by Saturday night and the real filming will take place sometime next week, and have our first installment by no later than the end of the year.

“Now I have stopped by the house where the next scene was going to take place, but the place is a dump. And according to Mr. Carrions and Stringum script, this film is to take place smack down in the middle of mulberry with nice homes, nice cars. Not run down shacks that are small and falling down flophouses.

“People, I am afraid to say, that this scene will not take place, in two hours, or anytime today. Not here anyway, it just so happens I know of a place where we can film this scene, without to much trouble and it happens to be in Hollywood California. This set was used in the movie ET and poltergeist and any film that Hollywood needs the feeling of American suburbs otherwise our Mulberry; where our Mr. Bronson and Mrs. Strider our new Principle of this school lives with many of our student characters and parents

“Where every day suburban people live, many of them unaware what is really going on?  Taking something of everyday life and throwing a wrench in it, so scandalizes that people will be talking about it for years to come. Not knowing that their own neighbors, or their children’s school teachers, priest or scoutmaster, and couches or anyone dealing with young kids today could be involved with child molesters and rapists. Then we have our parent’s that are seeing other people behind their wives and husbands backs, and young teens experimenting with raging hormones.

“I may not like what we are actually doing, but if it accomplishes the goal we have discussed, and as a favor to my two oldest friends Mr. Vincent and Stringum. I am willing to look away, but let me make myself clear. I will not be participating, other than directing this film, and staying on track too meet our deadlines, let me also make it clear I am not in it for the money, Even though I have invested already a tide some for my own reasons which I can not discuss while this man is in our presents. I have my own ideas regarding how to get what we need to accomplish. I only ask for your input when I call upon you, other than Mr. Tate’s. His days of producing smut films of any kind are over.

“I have been in contact with regards to what has happened. And for that alone, I can not allow Mr. Tate to be present here with us or on set. I do not care about your contract with this man because as far as I am concerned he is fired and consider his contract breached and invalid… and it is only a matter of time before the evidence will state he has broken that contact to the point there is no wiggle room, more so after today’s events. So before we go any further, will someone please remove this egotistical pig off my set so we can begin without further delay?”

Tony motioned his men with a nod telling him to put him with the rest of our prisoners we had captured today, watching them put a hood over his head and wheeled him out. I didn’t ask regarding where they were taking him.

Dad only said asking. “I am assuming that we won’t be informing his clients That Mr. Tate will not be attending his own party?”

Stringum said. “You assumed correctly Mr. Carrion. But I assure you that someone else will be taking his place, we will do the same thing we had done with Nate in Texas, with enough time we can get a look a like to fill in.”

Dad nodded as he smiled, said. “I think I can live with that considering I never liked the man in the first place and even more so after today’s advents. Now then let's get started, so we can do something other than just stand here looking stupid.”

Mr. Kirkland said. “My thoughts exactly; now show me what we have so far so I can see what we need to do to go forward.”