On looks alone, Rita should have been an adult movie sensation. As described in SKINFLICKS, she had jet-black hair falling straight to her waist, globular breasts, and an oval face with fine features and large dark eyes. But her naturally exotic beauty was marred by a hard, glazed look and the languid manner of a veteran hooker.
During the shooting of LIGHTS! CAMERA! ORGY! She was also stoned on Quaaludes.
She wasn’t always this way. Superstud Mike Ranger told me that when Rita had been his girlfriend, she was witty and fun. But he had broken up with her after…she changed.
I don’t think Kenny the Agent was good for her. This caricature of a sleazy pornographer hid behind mirrored shades and a beard, clutching an ever-present beer. Though married, he cheated on his wife with Rita.
Instead of boosting her to the $1000-a-day stardom enjoyed by another raven-haired beauty, Annette Haven, Kenny had Rita working for $50 in my loops–and in the videotape documentary I was making of the 16-millimeter loop shoot.
My client, who was paying me for the loops didn’t know I was shooting the video. If he found out, I was afraid he and his scary underworld partner might retaliate.
The following weirdness is from SKINFLICKS. This scene was written as a direct transcription from the videotape footage:
Before we could begin, Phil called. “Just wanted to see how
things are going,” he said. “By the way, how’s the video?”
“The video?” How did he know about that?
“Yeah. You are shooting video, aren’t you?”
I sat down on the couch. “You mean the…the experiment?”
Rita’s naked body passed in front of me, followed by
Denny’s camera. She raised a breast toward the lens. A nipple
protruded between long auburn fingernails. She parodied a sigh.
“Well?” Phil pursued. “Is the video usable or what?”
“I don’t know, Phil. I’m concentrating on the loops.”
Rita sat next to me. Ace sat on her other side. He began
kissing her and fondling her breasts. Sedated, she didn’t care who
did what with her. Denny widened out to show all three of us
while I assured Phil the loops were looking fantastic.
Ace plunged his hand between Rita’s legs. She spread them
wide, and one landed in my lap, followed by her hand. “Speaking
of fantastic, Phil, I got some of that right here. Rita, give Phil a
She made an exaggerated smooch into the phone, adding a
long sigh. I told Phil I’d call him later.
“OK,” I said, “let’s make a movie”–leaving Ace grumpy
about being denied his quickie. Rita flashed Denny one last split
beaver shot, prompting Patrick to sigh, “I should’ve gone into
“This is the next best thing,” I said. “Let’s get to work.”
We didn’t get very far.
When John was hard, Rita began to straddle him in
“cowgirl” position, then exclaimed, “Stop! Stop right now!”
Her period had started. We turned out the lights and Rita
inserted sponges. “Let’s do missionary,” I said. “That way the
blood will mostly stay inside. How’s that sound, Rita?”
She flipped a middle finger at the monitor. “Huh? I was
looking at that picture over there.”
I asked Ace to turn the lights on. Still sulking over his
aborted quickie, he said, “No. I’m just the loader.”
I crossed the room to turn them on myself. “Fuck you, Ace.”
In missionary position, John began to build momentum.
Rita’s eyelids opened and closed as if they weighed ten pounds
each. “I’m gonna give you an expression of pain,” she said. “’Cuz
it hurts.” Not listening, Kenny chirped, “Expression, Rita.”
John lost his erection. Rita went for the Albolene, with
Denny behind her. He had decided she was the story. “This guy’s
driving me crazy,” she said.
“He’s doing his job,” I growled. “Pretend he isn’t there.”
“I can just ignore him?”
Instead, she spread her legs to Denny’s camera with a comic
expression of glee.
John kept going soft through spoon and doggie positions,
needing Rita’s trance-like fellatio.
Bothered by Denny’s zoom lens hovering next to her, Rita tossed her long hair over her head so it blocked her face.
Trying to shoot from her other side, Denny pulled his cables taut and shorted out his audio.
Later, I’d scream curses when the screen suddenly went
silent, just before four photographers–Ace, Kenny, Denny and
me–scrambled for shooting angles as John, without warning,
pulled his flaccid penis out of Rita’s mouth and began coming.
After taking so long to get up for each position, he’d finished by
Afterwards, I felt sour enough to deny Rita the multi-speed
vibrator she wanted. I told her it cost $30 (it retailed for $16.95).
Rita offered me her body, but I wasn’t interested. Kenny was; he
steered Rita into my bedroom for a quickie. Ace wasn’t invited,
adding to his petulance.
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