Charles’s eyes widened. “Squeeze her breasts in front of …?”

“Why do you call them ‘breasts’?”

“I… heard some other apes say it,” Charles improvised.

“Squeeze!” the ape said, and elbowed Charles.

Charles knelt down near Jane and cupped her breasts lightly, making her moan.

“Oh, it moves. How did the round balls feel? Are they as hard as coconuts?” the ape asked.

“Of course not. They are firm but soft to touch.”

“It seemed to have trouble breathing. You should give it some air.” He elbowed Charles again.

“How?”

Ape/Denny grabbed Charles, kissed him on the mouth, and said, “Like that. Or do you want me to give her air?”

Charles pushed the ape away and bent over Jane to give her a soft kiss on the mouth. She gasped and her eyes opened.

“Well done, Tarzan/Charles.” The ape poked Jane’s shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“Jane.”

“How did you find Tarzan’s mouth?”

“He’s …soft. Quite nice.”

“And how did you feel when he squeezed your breasts?”

“Mmm…nice.”

“Tarzan/Charles, look under her animal-skin skirt and see if she is different below, too,” the ape suggested.

“What? No way!” Charles and Jane protested.

“I’ll look, then, if you don’t.” The ape moved, but Charles stepped protectively between the ape and Jane.

“Oh, you two are so boring!” The ape threw a tantrum. “Entertain me!”

“Why should we? I’m Tarzan. I should be the one commanding in the jungle.”

“So you want me to entertain you with Jane here?” Ape pretended to chase Jane. She squealed.

Charles turned, picked her up and ran. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

The role-play neared a close with the ape chasing them into the jungle, through slippery foam. After a few slips and falls, both Tarzan and Jane, soaking wet, looked very sexy. Their performance also made many people in the studio laugh out loud.

“Next we have Richard and Charlotte as Crazy Cop and Innocent Housewife. Their host is Wickham.”

“Officer Richard, who have you got there?” Wickham asked Richard. They were in a holding-cell setting.

“A housewife named Charlotte. A neighbour complained that a ring was missing, and she was caught lurking in the vicinity.”

“Okay, Charlotte, hands on the wall, legs apart. Officer Richard, search her.”

Richard obeyed and patting his way quickly down Charlotte’s body, touching her only in inoffensive places.

“Hey, what did they teach you at the Academy? Search the lady thoroughly – or do you want me to take over? What do you say, lady? Which one of us do you want?”

“Not you. Officer Richard, please!”

“Move your butt, Officer.”

Richard moved closer and ran his hands first over her arms, then moved towards her breasts.

“It’s a ring we’re talking about, Officer. You need to conduct this search slowly and thoroughly!” Wickham barked.

Richard slowed his tempo and moved his hands to cover her breasts. Both Richard and Charlotte were clearly flustered.

“Anything, Officer?”

“No, nothing.”

“What? She doesn’t have any breasts?”

“Sir, she doesn’t have any ring hidden there.”

“Okay then, move down to her other hiding space, Officer Richard.”

Richard’s breathing became quick and shallow. He moved his hands down her belly and then to the triangle at the apex of her legs.

“Found anything?”

“Nothing.”

“Turn her around and tie her to the bars, wrists and ankles apart.”

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Charlotte yelped.

“Now, you tell Officer Richard where you hid the ring or he’ll have to use his top-grade interrogation technique.”

“I want a lawyer! You can’t do this to me!” Charlotte screamed.

Wickham handed Richard a gun, “Housewife Charlotte, this is a water gun. Fess up. Where is the ring?”

Charlotte yelled and called Wickham all sorts of names.

“Aim at her mouth to shut her up.”

Richard did as was told.

“Damn, Richard, do you have to be so obedient?” Charlotte was blazingly angry now.

Richard grinned. “Sorry, he’s the boss.”

“Now, let’s see what you learned about shooting at the Academy. As you can see, her white sundress has three red circles. Use them as your targets.”

The audience’s attention was drawn to Charlotte’s white costume, which sported three red spots, each roughly 5 cm in diameter, placed 5 cm above her three most important areas.

Richard aimed and shot at the first circle above Charlotte’s right breast. As the water touched the fabric, the material started to dissolve.

“Damn! They’re made of rice paper!” Charlotte said.

His on-target shot left a 5-cm hole above her right nipple, allowing the audience to catch a glimpse of the flesh there.

“You’re crazy! Who thought of such a thing?” Charlotte yelled.

“Officer Richard, the suspect accuses you of being crazy. Show her your crazy water gun.”

Richard seemed to enjoy Charlotte’s outburst. For the past few days of their pairing, he hadn’t seen her lose her calm once. Privately, he thought that she looked rather magnificent when she was angry.

With a devilish grin, he proceeded to shoot water at the circles above her left breast and above the apex of her thighs, exposing two more erotic holes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of Charlotte’s body for the audience to see.

The role-play ended when Richard was ordered to kiss and fondle his captive into submission. Their role-play earned a lot of applause and whistles from the audience. Charlotte blushed red, while Richard’s face wore a silly grin.

“And now for Darcy and Elizabeth, our Husband and Wife Porn Stars Team. Denny’s the host.”

The film rolled to show the initial interview of Darcy and Elizabeth, applying for roles in a porn movie.

“This porn is about a French aristocrat taking advantage of his maid. Now action!” Denny continued.

Elizabeth, in her sexy French maid’s gear, carried a tray of hot chocolate into the bedroom setting, prepared to serve her master, who had just come back from a business meeting.

“Monsieur, your hot chocolate,” Elizabeth said.

“Put it on the bedside table.”

“Darcy, you need to put some French accent in your line,” Denny added.

“Put it on the bedside table.” Darcy repeated with a heavy French accent.

When Elizabeth bent to place the drink down there, her ruffled lace panties were visible under the short skirt. Darcy moved behind her to trap her near the bedside table.

“Monsieur!”

He took the mug and drank a mouthful.

Denny came to stand beside them. Taking Darcy’s hand, he placed it on Elizabeth’s right butt cheek. “Pinch and continue.”

Darcy pinched her bottom slightly.

“Monsieur, what are you doing?” Elizabeth whirled to face Darcy.

“The chocolate is not hot enough. I … want something… hotter.”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“The next action sequence is Darcy pushing you onto the bed. He parts your legs, smells your chatte – that’s your pussy, in French – uses the feather duster to play with you, and then mounts you. Both of you must act to give me the best fake climax you can. This is a screen test. If you two want the roles in our production, you have to give me the loudest moans you can manage. Now action!”

When Darcy appeared reluctant, Denny elbowed him, urging him to move.

Darcy leaned toward Elizabeth, making her topple onto the bed. The action made her body bounce on the mattress, her breasts shaking enticingly under the corset. He bent down and parted her legs slightly, but he still seemed reluctant to bend down and smell her womanhood in front of the camera.

“Hey, man, do you know how to act? If not, move aside and I can show you!” Denny came forward and put a hand on Elizabeth’s leg.

That alarmed Darcy. He exclaimed, “Don’t touch her,” then bent down and smelled her womanhood through the lace panties. It was a heavenly smell. He wanted to lick her there again. He could feel his arousal coming on.

“Continue.” Denny said.

“Votre chatte est brulante. I love your …hot chocolate! It has a …rich aroma.”

“No, master,” Elizabeth protested and tried to kick and shake him away as the script instructed.

Darcy held her legs and then took the feather duster from her hand. He traced the duster over her creamy flesh where it was exposed by the corset, then moved slowly down the front of her body and past her apex to the insides of her thighs.

The slow ministration made Elizabeth moan aloud and abandon her struggle.

“Now you’re all clean for your master,” Darcy said, and moved up over her as if to mount her body.

“Il y a du monde au balcon, wench. Don’t pretend. I saw you… peeking at me when I took my bath, last night.” Darcy said.

“I couldn’t help myself. You have the sexiest body,” she murmured.

“Call me Master.” Darcy then smacked her hip lightly.

“Master, you have the sexiest body.”

“So you admit to wanting me, wench?”

“Oui, monsieur.”

Darcy then imitated the thrusting actions, burying his face against the deep V of her bodice.

“Hey are you two professional porn stars? How come the moaning and screaming were so boring? Move over Darcy, let me demonstrate!” Denny said.

His words prompted Darcy and Elizabeth to moan and scream loudly, exhibiting more passion as the fake thrusting actions began to excite them both. Luckily for them, only a few minutes passed before Denny called “Cut!”, signaling the finish of the role-play.