The following FICTICIOUS work by Faibhar is intended solely for ADULT READERS of LEGAL AGE where such material meets with local standards. Please do not read further if themes of non-consensual torture disturb or offend. Thank you.





                                       CALIENTE ALTO

	Despite all of their attempts, motives and progress members of the group held little sense of the ultimate destination they would find, not unlike itinerant sagebrush that bounced across the long-abandoned airfield. Now the site of impending hopes of a homegrown video catering to the unique wishes of the group was soon to become their Waterloo.
	A semi-restored Hudson aircraft had been donated as transportation for the select five and their chosen subject and it had been rolled out of sight into one of the two remaining hangers still in existence at the former WWII training base.
	The other hanger with its number "2" barely distinguishable on one weathered side had become the sound stage. With wild ambitions to negate callous professional snubs by making a film their way the production was set to begin. Inside, two bulky studio cameras warmed on illuminated white cards as those members who had made the actual trip got used to their Roman military uniforms.
	"At last," said Master Briefs as he lifted with his wooden sword the mock-leather skirt of the retired accountant next to him, "an answer to the age-old dilemma."
	"And that would be?" the retiree asked pushing the sword aside and adjusting his new breastplate.
	"Boxers or Briefs? Why of course."
	"Easy for you to say, Sharkman."
	"People! People! Peeeople!!!" The voice of Allan Smithey, the director echoed the cavernous interior. "We are almost set to begin. Here, Candi put on this gown."
	"That old rag? Are you kidding?!"
	The attorney looked at the bimbo talent he had negotiated with for this project and his patience was on edge. Not only had he allowed her to bring along her little friend, but he also had procured the various permits for shooting a "nature film" from the far-off county seat of Elvira.
	"Just shut-up bitch. You got what you wanted," Master Briefs again cursed what he had to shell out in terms of bucks for the broad, "now it's time for you to get to work. Don't forget you work for me, sister!"
	Candi glared at the lawyer, then looked again at the coarse robe Smithey offered. She shrugged. Well-versed in working any room, she secretly smiled a diva's smile and lifted up her crop tank. An actress at heart, though credits to date only included a few porns and stage work with blaring music and a vertical pole, Candi played it cool. Proud of her full breasts, she took her time.
	"Hurry it up, sister. We haven't got all day."
	"Oh don't you look so cute in your little skirt, Mister Lawyer-man," she sneered.
	"Look, people. The cameras are ready so let's just get on with it, shall we?" Smithey adjusted the bill of his ball cap one more time. "Candi, don't fix your hair. Just put that thing on and take off your shorts and shoes and sox."
	"But the floor's dirty," Sandra said. Unlike Candi, who was loving it as Miss Starlet, Sandra was Goth Grrrl.
	The lawyer swung around and said," Of course, 'the floor's dirty'. What do you think it would be? Swept clean by the wind?" He was about to vent frustration by kicking a sagebrush with his open-toed sandal until the repercussions from such an action caused him to reconsider.
	Smithey intervened one more time and said, "Now, now people. When I yell  'Action!' that's what I want. Save your energies for that, okay? Sandra, step out of the light with me and let's get this thing going."

	Scene One was to hang Candi from the ceiling by her wrists. Pads protected her skin, of course, and the "soldiers" ripped away her garment leaving her shining form nude. Smithey ordered a break, and judiciously applied his mixture of food dye and syrup across her back and legs. The red trickles made for fine special effects in the footage recorded by the VTR.
	The scene went fairly smoothly until just as he was applying the last of the fake blood, a new voice stopped all. It came from the darkness near the side of one interior wall.
	"Now, just what do we all have going one here?" the voice asked.
