Sex-Movie Queen – Monte Steele (Bedside Book #1251, 1963)
This little novel has an implausible premise but it is written well enough that you almost believe it.
Paul Nagel is a serious, studious college student with a needful libido. After a quick encounter with a girl, he goes into a bar to get a drink. In the men’s bathroom, he reads on the wall: “Eve Sloan–hot stuff, call anytime.” What the hell, he calls, and a woman’s sultry voice tells him to come on over.
So he does, and she is hot stuff, a former Hollywood starlet down on her luck, she says. They have a romp and Paul feels dirty but satiated.
He meets a nice girl in the dorms, Julie. She likes him and she’s a virgin and thinks it’s time for her to lose her cheery and gives Paul the honor. After that it looks like love; Paul is happy to have finally met someone he can feel for, and no longer has any desire to go visit Eve.
Eve doesn’t seem happy, and she informs Paul she will ruin him if he does not do her bidding. She shows him photos and 8-mm film of their sexual sessions; she tells him these photos will go to his parents and to the school officials, who will surely expel him on moral grounds.
What doe she want? For him to “act” in stag reel films with porn actresses and other college girls roped into this blackmail game.
Seems like an elaborate way to get out of paying people to “star” in adult films. Eve tells him the same happened to her — her legitimate acting career was ruined in Hollywood when she got herself caught up in the racket, and now she does the same thing to people — with her hood husband — as revenge and a way to make money.
A quirky story but worth the read, and, as I found with Atomic Blonde, Monte Steele, whoever he was, is a cut above the rest of his contemporary sleazemesiters, in league with Silverberg, Block, Westlake and Hitt.