Androdgyny--An Erotic Memoir

by Lee Dorsey

  He got out of bed. "No problem, I understand. Anyway, thanks for the sex, I really needed that.” He put his clothes on and left my room. I lay back on the bed and thought to myself, this is going to be one hell of a tour.

  Chapter 11

  The reviews in Baltimore were very favorable. Once again, I was singled out. All the notices stated that I was going to be a big star. One night after the show, Mr. Golden came into my dressing room. He said that he didn’t want me to let those flattering reviews go to my head. He said he agreed with everything that was printed, but he just wanted to ensure that they didn’t change me. He liked the real Androgyny.

  Our tour of Washington, D.C. was interesting. The cast was invited to several parties hosted by senators. On several occasions, a senator or some staff member would proposition me or some of the other female cast members. One senator began to rub against me in front of his wife. I had to politely excuse myself pleading a headache. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Many of these guys were disgusting leeches.

  The rest of the tour was routine. All the reviews were outstanding. They were especially flattering to me. The last city we toured was Seattle. After one of the performances, Mr. Golden came into my dressing room. He announced that he was taking me to Hollywood immediately after the last show of the tour. The studio executives wanted to screen test me for "Laura” in the film "Christina and Laura.” Margaret Delaney had already been signed to play "Christina.” The screen test would be filmed in the studio where he had been contracted to direct the film. He said the film "Christina and Laura” could make me a household name.

  Immediately after the last show, a limousine was waiting at the stage door to take me to the airport. I had been booked on a flight to Los Angeles. Mr. Golden had left the week before for LA. He was going to be picking me up at the airport and taking me to his hotel. The screen test was scheduled for the next day.

  It was a two and a half hour flight. Mr. Golden and his partner met me in the baggage claim area. They drove me directly to the hotel. When we arrived, we went into the lounge before going to my room. Mr. Golden wanted to explain to me what was going to happen in the morning. He said I would be doing a scene from the film with Margaret. I asked if I would see a copy of the script before the screen test. He gave me a copy of his. He had marked the scene where I would be tested. I wasn’t required to memorize the scene, but he just wanted me to be familiar with the material. At least, I would be in a position to give an intelligent reading.

  I had a quick drink with Mr. Golden and his partner. Then I retired to my room. I called Jenny and filled her in on what was happening. Then I spent about an hour reading over the scene. I was very tired. I fell asleep in a sitting position. Sometime, in the middle of the night, I rearranged my body into a more comfortable position.

  The next morning, I got a wakeup call on my phone. I took a shower and got dressed. I was to meet Mr. Golden in the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

  When I arrived, he was already there waiting for me. The first thing he asked was, "Did you spend much time going over the scene?” He went into detail explaining the relationship between the two women. They were half-sisters. They had the same mother but different fathers. When their mother died they decided to sell everything, buy a new car, and see the country. "This film is about their adventures touring America. After a year, they ran out of money. They decided to end their lives by driving the car onto a train track and waiting for a train. That’s the gist of the plot,” he said.

  We had breakfast. The studio was about a half hour from the hotel. I had never been to a film studio. I was overwhelmed with what I saw. There were so many people walking around in costumes. The stage hands were carrying scenery from one building to another. I had never seen anything like it.

  Mr. Golden took me to a building that was going to be used exclusively for the filming. He introduced me to the cinematographer. He seemed to be a very nice man. His name was Tom (something). It was a foreign name with a Russian sound. Anyway, I didn’t want to spend time learning how to pronounce it. Mr. Golden said that Tom had filmed all of his films to date.

  As we were exchanging introductions, Margaret walked onto the set. "Well, if it isn’t my actress friend from New York. Are you ready to do a scene with me?” she asked with a certain confidence.

  "Well, since I didn’t arrive until late last night and spent part of the night looking over the scene we are going to run today, I suppose I’m as ready as I can be,” I said with a certain sarcasm.

  Tom placed us in the set. There were going to be three cameras filming our scene. It was the scene right after our mother had died. We had decided to reduce all her assets into cash. Margaret was off book. I was going to be carrying a script. My intention was to say as many of my lines without having to refer to the sides.

  Last night when I was reading the script for the first time, the character came to me immediately. I felt like I knew her my whole life. We began the test. I stood toe to toe with Margaret as the scene progressed. My characterization was in contrast to hers. That presented a good variety. Contrast always makes a scene interesting. When the ten minute scene ended, Mr. Golden called, "Cut.” He asked Tom what he thought. Tom said it looked good to him. "These are two very talented actresses you have there, Ed,” he said.

  Mr. Golden smiled.

  The next day when I arrived at the studio, I went to the building where the screen test had been conducted. Mr. Golden escorted me into another room. It reminded me of a small movie theater. Margaret, Mr. Golden, and I sat down in the front row. I heard some other people filing in the back. Mr. Golden whispered to me that those people were the studio executives. After they saw the "test,” they would give him permission to offer me a contract or not.

  The lights went down. Margaret and I appeared on the screen. In my opinion, I held my own with her. She’s a good actress, but in my humble opinion, so am I. We worked well together.

  When the screening was over, Mr. Golden stood up and walked to the back of the room. Then he left with several of the men. Margaret turned to me. She congratulated me on the test. In her opinion, it went very well. She said she looked forward to working with me. In a few minutes, Mr. Golden came back in the screening room. He said that he wanted to talk with me alone. Margaret stood and said she would see him tomorrow for the first day of filming. She smiled at me. She left Mr. Golden and me alone.

  He took my hand. "The executives liked your screening. I’ve been given permission to sign you for the film. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll go over the contract with you there.”

  We left the studio. When we arrived at the hotel, it was lunch time. Mr. Golden escorted me into the hotel restaurant. We sat down and ordered lunch and drinks. After the drinks arrived, he pulled a document from his inside coat pocket. It was my contract. He laid it on the table so I could read it. There were a lot of legal phrases I didn’t understand. When I would question one, Mr. Golden would offer an explanation. The bottom line was: I would be put up in the hotel for the filming and until the previews concluded. In addition, I was to be paid a salary of ten thousand dollars a week during the filming. I was also entitled to five percent of the films residuals for life.

  I signed the contract. Mr. Golden and I had a pleasant lunch. Afterwards, we had a glass of wine and toasted our collaboration. He told me I had the rest of the day off. He suggested that I get some rest. I would be picked up tomorrow morning at nine o’clock and driven to the studio. "We’ll be working six days a week in the beginning. In filming, there is a lot of waiting around. You will have a trailer. When you’re not required on set, I would suggest you retire to the trailer and study the next scene to be shot that day.”

  After lunch, I went back to my room and began to study the script. Since the film was not going to be filmed in sequence, I didn’t think it advisable to begin committing the dialog to memory. I was a fast study. I would learn the lines on the day before the shoot.

  After I had dinner
and after having a few glasses of wine, I went to bed.

  My wakeup call came at six-thirty. I got out of bed immediately, took a shower, dressed and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. I waited until eight fifty-five, and then I walked outside to meet my ride. The limousine was already there. I was driven directly to the studio. I was dropped off just inside the gate. I walked up to where I tested yesterday. Tom and Mr. Golden were in deep conversation. When Mr. Golden saw me, he asked one of the stage hands to show me to my trailer.

  The trailer was beautifully furnished. It had everything. I could live there. I guess in a way, I was going to be living there twelve to fourteen hours a day, six days a week. I was only there for a few minutes, when a knock came at the door. It was Mr. Golden. He pointed out the two scenes that were scheduled to shoot that day. He suggested that I begin committing them to memory. "We are going to rehearse the first one in about an hour, he said. He left me alone.

  I began to study the scene. A few minutes later, another knock came at the door. When I opened it, standing in front of me was Margaret. "May I come in?” she requested.

  "Of course, I was just beginning to learn my lines for the scene we will be shooting this morning,” I informed her.

  "That’s why I’m here. I thought we could run lines together. It would be advantageous to both of us,” she said.

  We sat down at the dinette table and began running the scene. After reading the scene over together several times, I had the lines memorized. Within a half hour, I was completely off book for both scenes.

  A half hour later, the assistant director came to the door and required our presence on the set. Mr. Golden ran through the staging of the scene. We rehearsed it once. Tom setup the cameras and we began to film. There were three takes from several angles.

  The second scene was filmed in the afternoon. We did four takes on that one. Mr. Golden said he would look at the rushes later that evening. If they were as good as he thought we would move on to other scenes tomorrow.

  Every day was a brand new set of scenes to film. This went on week after week. Sometimes the filming was indoors. Other times, we filmed in the car or on location elsewhere.

  After six weeks, we filmed the last scene. It was a wrap.

  The next day, Mr. Golden threw a big wrap party in our hotel. Everyone was there including those studio executives who I’d seen the day of my screen test. One of them came up to me as I was waiting for a drink at the bar.

  "I saw several of the rushes. The film looks like it’s going to be a hit. You did a nice job. Congratulations,” he said with a smile.

  "Thank you,” I said. I got this strange feeling he was about to put a hit on me. I didn’t want to get involved with any of those guys. As soon as I got my drink, I excused myself and walked back toward some of the cast members.

  Mr. Golden assured me that once the film was edited and shown privately to people in the industry, I was going to be getting many other offers. He said that what I needed now was a good agent. He gave me the name of one who he knew personally. "Call him tomorrow. I told him about you. He’ll be expecting your call.” He handed me a piece of paper with a name and phone number.

  It was a great party. Near the end of the evening, Margaret approached me. "Do you have a room in the hotel?” she asked.

  I knew where she was going with that question. I hadn’t had sex since I left New York. The lack of sexual stimulation was resulting in withdrawal symptoms. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. What do you have in mind?” I factitiously asked.

  "Let’s go to your room and I’ll explain it to you,” as she played along with the joke.

  We were both burned out from the filming. I didn’t know for sure, but I suspect she hadn’t had any bedtime pleasure either.

  As we stepped inside the room, she turned me around to face her. It was dark in the room, but she found my lips. We kissed passionately for over a minute. Then she said, "I’ve wanted to do that for several weeks.” She began to undress me. I returned the favor and undressed her too. She put her hand on my crotch and moved me toward the bed.

  I sat down on the bed and opened my legs. The room was still in total blackness, but Margaret found the spot she was searching for. She moved my legs over her shoulders to give her better access to my pussy. One thing I can say about Margaret, she knows how to please a woman. I was in desperate need of having a tongue and lips in my crotch. I came immediately.

  Margaret rose up and said, "Now it’s your turn to do me.” We changed positions.

  When I went down on her, she screamed so loud, I was afraid that some of the nearby guests might call security. We changed positions several times that night.

  At the end of our lusty session, Margaret asked me if she could spend the night. "Won’t your husband be worried if you don’t come home?” I asked.

  "He is having one of his gay friends over tonight. David likes diversion. He likes to have anal sex once in a while. I don’t like it. So we agreed that he can have a gay friend to satisfy his anal need,” she explained.

  That’s what I call a modern marriage. If I ever get married, my husband will have to accept the fact that I like women as well as men. There will be times when I’ll have to have a night with a woman.

  Margaret and I climbed up in the bed and wrapped our naked bodies around each other. In that position, we fell asleep.

  The hotel had me scheduled for a telephone wake up call for nine o’clock. I got out of bed and ordered room service for two breakfasts. As I was taking a shower, Margaret joined me. While the water was bringing me to my senses, it occurred to me that I had just had sex with an award winning film star who I just co-starred. Life for me was in overdrive.

  Room service brought our breakfasts. Margaret was truly a beautiful woman. I sat there looking at her while she ate. There is beauty and then there is natural beauty. Margaret had a face that could launch a thousand ships. She was another "Helen of Troy.”

  When we finished our breakfast, Margaret suggested that we ride around Hollywood and look at all the film stars homes. She knew them all. She also had been to most of their homes. Then the plan was to go to her house for lunch.

  We left the hotel room and took the elevator down to the garage. Margaret had a brand new Jaguar parked down there. It was a beautiful sunny day in Southern California. We put the top down and began our tour.

  After we looked at a half dozen mansions, we drove down Pacific Highway. Margaret’s house was high on a cliff overlooking the ocean. When we pulled into the driveway, there were two Mercedes parked outside the triple car garage. Margaret said I was going to have the pleasure of meeting David’s diversion.

  We walked through the back door of the house. It wound through the servants quarters. When we stepped into the Great Room, David and another man were sitting opposite one another reading the daily newspaper. David looked up. When he saw us he said, "Margaret my dear, I didn’t expect you home so early.”

  David and his friend stood to greet us. I was introduced to Walter. David said that Walter and he had been friends since college. Walter questioned Margaret and me about the film we just completed. I asked Walter what he did for a living. He was a commander in the Navy. The thought crossed my mind that the military didn’t approve of homosexuality. I guess he’s in the closet.

  We all went out on the patio and had drinks. The view of the ocean was breathtaking. Around two o’clock the staff brought us lunch. After lunch, David said he had to drive Walter home. When they left, Margaret told me that Walter was married to a very understanding woman. She knew he was gay. She didn’t disapprove of his having liaisons with men from time to time. He provided very well for her. From all appearances she was happy as well. Margaret said there were several couples that she knew that had that same kind of understanding.

  I knew that was the kind of marriage relationship I could see for myself. But where does one find a partner who has that kind of understanding. Maybe I should begin to haunt the gay cl
ubs.

  David returned with a case of wine. He opened a bottle. We all indulged. I knew by the end of the night, we were destined to have another one of our threesomes. David and Margaret insisted that I stay for dinner. I didn’t have much of a choice, Margaret had driven. I didn’t have any way to get back to the hotel. I knew there were other ways, but I was just making excuses to myself. Besides, I hadn’t had a penis between my legs for a while. The thought sounded refreshing. The three of us drank three bottles of wine. We were getting to the point where what we were discussing didn’t make any sense. The wine was having its effect.

  The maid came out onto the patio. She announced that the dinner was being served in the dining room. The three of us carefully made our way into the house. David took his place at the head of the table. Margaret and I were positioned on either side of him.

  A lot of food was served, but I couldn’t tell you how many courses there were. We drank a few more bottles of wine. The dinner that evening was a dim memory. I didn’t remember how I got to the bedroom. The next thing I remember was being naked on the bed with David and Margaret. She was going down on me and I was orally pleasing David. At one point, he got me up on my hands and knees. He was entering me from the back. He was very much endowed; I remember his very large appendage was rubbing against my clit. It was giving me multiple orgasms. Margaret had shifted in the bed as I was going down on her. Near the end of our session, I checked my watch. The three of us had had sex for more than two hours.

  Eventually, David got up. He left Margaret and me alone. Margaret and I continued to have sex for another half hour. We fell asleep from exhaustion.