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Orgy Maid – Don Elliott aka Robert Silverberg (Pillar Book #838)

Posted in Don Elliott, pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , on May 27, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Pillar Books (like Ember, Idle Hour, Sundown, Late Library, Leisure, Midnight, et al) was one of William Hamling’s many imprints for Cornith/Greenleaf.  Like the editorially picked titles, and sometimes the pen names, the writers had no idea what imprint the monthly manuscripts would end up with, and what it would be called.

It’s not clear if certain imprints were meant to lean toward the theme and setting of the books — I have noticed that Midnight Books tend to be more crime-noirish, and Embers a little more risque than your average Nightstand.

Pillar often features the slightly altered pen names like Andrew Shole, Dan Eliot, and John Baxter.

Orgy Maid is a bit different than the typical Silverberg Don Elliotts — it’s the first backwoods hillbilly-type tale he’s tackled (usually Silverberg’s are about cheating husbands and wives in the city, crime, the sex lives of urban professionals, young women who find their wanton way to sinful lives as strippers or call girls).  The heroine of the little novel is 12-year-old Lonnie, who becomes a bride and a sex toy for the rich.  The prose style is done in mock southern-porch yarn spinning, with this opening that should b a classic in sleaze fiction:

In the hill country of Tennessee, where Lonnie Garth was born, they have a quaint little folk saying about virginity. “A virgin,” they say, “is a five-year-old girl who can outrun her daddy and her brothers.”

Lonnie was a fast runner. That’s how come her virginity lasted all the way to the age of twelve. (p. 5)

She lives in Holston Mill, population 1,407, and the Holston Family runs all the motels and shops and industry, so all the residents work and rely on the powerful family, who treat them the way nobles treated their serfs: as property.  If a Holston male wanted any girl or woman in town, married, virgin, or wanton, these females have to submit to them or else become ostracized or even killed.

This is why Lonnie’s father has not touched her and his forbade his sons from having sex with her — she’s gorgeous, and he has wanted to keep her a virgin in hopes that one of the Holston boys will take a liking to her and maybe marry her, or keep her as a concubine.

In a town where most girls lose their virginity by age eight from either their fathers, brothers, or a Holston, Lonnie is definitely an oddity.  She feels like she’s missing something since all the girls in her school have been sexually active for several years.

One day, she does catch the eye of a Holston — Tim Holston, the only son sent off to college and who is refined intellectually.  He’s back home on vacation and happens upon young Lonnie swimming naked in the pond.  Mesmerized by her nymphet-allure, he takes her virginity and falls in love with her.

Her father is very pleased she gave herself to a Holston, even more pleased when Tim says he wants to marry her — this means the poor family will have an inn with the Holston Monarchy.

Lonnie and Tim have a two week honeymoon; since she looks seventeen-eighteen rather than twelve, heads don’t turn. Tim’s father had a judge in his pocket who signed a decree that Lonnie could marry as a pre-teen.  They move into the Holston mansion, but soon Lonnie is left alone there when Tim goes back to college. She has a tutor during the day, to finish out her own education, but for the most part her days are idle.  She notices that Tim’s brothers and father sexually abuse the female domestics, like the maid and cook, and these women give in, because they don’t want to lose their good-paying jobs.

It doesn’t take long before the Holston males set their eyes on Tim’s defenseless twelve-year-old bride, alone in her room.  First one brother rapes her, then two of them rape her at the same time — Silverberg makes creative use of evasive words to describe a two-man-one-girl double penetration, and what it feels like for her.

Despite the rape, Lonnie’s body “betrays” her, and she finds she enjoys the forced sex; and wonders if there is something wrong with her for that.

If that isn’t enough, Ted’s sister, her own sister-in-law, makes her lesbian inclinations known to Lonnie.  Lonnie has already been forced to put on a lesbian with one of the maids (hence the title?) and found that she liked the twilight sex, so she gives herself freely to her sister-in-law.

And then one night her father-in-law pays her a visit, so now Lonnie is the sex toy of just about everyone in the house.

To escape the shame and humility, Lonnie hits the bourbon hard, slugging down entire bottles in an hour and passing out.

There is tragedy — at twelve and three months, Lonnie is a bride; at twelve and sex months, she becomes a widow and sexual tigress.

It’s a darn good southern read, and gets an A-minus.

Desperate Women by Michael Hemmingson (Olympia Press/New Traveller’s Companion #160, 2010)

Posted in crime noir, noir fiction, pulp fiction with tags , , , on May 22, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Seven sinful, shameful stories of haunting, sensual and romantic desperation–one woman will do anything to keep winning in Las Vegas; another woman will do anything to keep her married lover while another woman desperately uses her body to blackmail men, until her own lustful greed backfires on her. Two young women turn to much older men for education and salvation while a desperate and lonely housewife falls in love with a man she only knows through email.

A story from the collection, “I Paid the Whore,” is online this week at Beat to a Pulp.

Suburban Affair – David Challon aka Robert Silverberg (Bedstand Book #961, 1960)

Posted in pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , on May 21, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Suburbia angst, ennui, and sex is another common sleaze book topic and Silverberg tackled it in a number of books, from Don Elliott’s Summertime Affair to Loren Beauchamp’s The Wife Traders (a truncated version of Challon’s Suburban Sin Club) and The FiresWithin

Joan Macklin is 30 and gave up her book editor job in Manhattan when she married Ed,  a stock broker who makes good money; she now spends ide hours in suburbia and is bored out of her head.

Walking around the neighborhood one day, she sees a man sitting on his porch and wonders why he is not, like most men around here, in the city.  His name is Nichols and he is an artist; his wife recently left him and he is seeking inspiration. He quickly asks Joan to pose nude for him. She’s shocked but intrigued.

There are problems in her suburban martial bliss — Ed is not interested in sex anymore.  When she hears a rumor he has a mistress in the city (she doesn’t believe it) she goes back to Nichols and agrees to pose, thinking if she gave Ed a nude portrait of his wife, their sex life might spark up again.

Of course, she is seduced by the erotic nature of it all and has sex with Nichols.  She vows never to do it again, it was a one-time mistake, but she still needs to pose each day, and each day she desires sex from the painter since her husband isn’t giving her any lovin’.

This may be the weakest of Silverbrg’s sleaze books, the ones I have read thus far.  It moves rather slowly.  That isn’t top say it is not readable — like all Silverber’s work, it is a good read; unlike his old cohorts Lawrence Block or Donald Westlake, it was never hit-and-miss with these earlier works.

Yet, the languid nature of the prose works to show how slow-going and boring the days are for Joan in suburbia.  She yearns for her old life, the hustle and bustle of Manhattan life, and sex.

Recommended: Submissive Games for Tender Trollops by Valerie Gray (Ophelia Press, 2010)

Posted in lesbian pulp fiction with tags , , , , , , on May 20, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Lesbian BDSM tales by Valerie Gray.  Done in a way that it reminds one of Sloane Britain.

Lust Slum – Andrew Shaw aka Lawrence Block (Midnight Reader #416)

Posted in Andrew Shaw, crime noir, Lawrence Block, Nightstand Books, noir fiction, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags on May 16, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

A sleek, hardboiled crime novel that has Lawrence Block’s early (and later) style all over it.

Told in the first person by big a big tough guy named Sylvester who is working as a bouncer in a club.  In walks a classy woman, Karen, who takes a liking to him.  Her husband walks in, Jake, a big tine wise guy, who has to keep his nympho wife on a leash.

Our narrator takes out Jake’s bodyguard with a few fists and loses his job; but Jake is impressed, and later hires him as muscle.  He’s told to ignore Karen’s advances and keep his nose clean. He tries. He can’t resist Karen and the more he learns about how her husband, who is involved with drugs and the syndicate, and how he treats her, he can’t blame her for her wandering eye, seeking love and comfort that the cold man doesn’t give her.

And he falls for her.

Block/Shaw makes good use of the “metaphor” sex scene, here describing in poetic language oral sex in the “69” position:

She was on top of me. Her belly was against my chest. “This way,” she said.

Her mouth was like fire, searing me.  I held her, and was consumed in a sea of liquid flame.  Her long hair swept against me like a gale sweeping the land. Her head moved with gyrating rhythms …

Faster and faster …

I sought her too, then.  The turbulent river had overflowed its banks and I smoothed the waters.

The river became a rolling sea and I dipped my face in the tide.  It seemed that the heavens had opened at that moment and all the torrents of the ages had come pouring out.

The sea was clam then, and quiet.

And I, as never before … I became the storm. The storm raged, turbulent and rampant. I felt pulsations of thunder, and an explosion of lightning. There was a flash of white-hot sensation as the storm erupted into a cloudburst. (pp. 55-56)

Nice, but it’s out of place with the narrator’s clipped, tough guy prose writing in the whole book.

Sometimes the writing gets a little too clipped and tough-guyish that we get lost in the coldness of it all. Is the narrator even a human being, or a fucking and killing machine?

In this book, and others such as Lust Damned, Crossroads of Lust, $20 Lust, for Nightstand; April North, The Sex Shuffle and Pads Are for Passion for Beacon; Candy and A Strange Kind of Love for Midwood — we see the seeds of the writer and style Block was to later become; working out of Scott Meredith’s “black box” was a wealthy training ground for a young author.

Sex Bum by Don Elliott aka Robert Silverberg (Midnight Reader #489, 1963)

Posted in crime noir, Don Elliott, Nightstand Books, noir fiction, pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , on May 13, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks


Rumor has it this one may soon be reprinted.  It’s a Syndicate crime novel in the Manhunt or Trapped style. It could have been a Gold Medal.

Johnny Price is 22 and a big-strapping guy working for fifty bucks a week and tips as a grocery delivery guy in Reesport, NY, an upper state small town in the Orrie Hitt tradition, where girls dream of being high class call girls in Manhattan and boys dream of being made men.

Johnny gets his chance to prove himself to the two local mob hoods when he stumbles upon a kill of a rival in a pool hall and helps the local wise guys, Lurton and Kloss, take down their target and two of his henchmen.  He’s offered a job to work with them, mainly as muscle, and collecting weekly “protection” from local businessmen.  He even brings a girl he met, Elle, who wants to be a Syndicate hooker, into the fray, proving his worth.  Beyond his base pay of ninety a week (ah, again, 1960s money!) he learns how to “earn” — collecting the extra $5-to-10 “tips” on his collections, or that “extra protection.”

Johnny Price has plans, though.  He doesn’t want to be a hired hand all his life, or even a year; within six months, he schemes to betray his bosses and take them down, and take their place.  He makes good with one of the New York City bosses, Rizzo, and lets Rizzo know that Lurton and Kloss are skimming off the top of their monthly payments.

There’s plenty of sex, with the call girls, such as this subtle scene hinting at anal sex:

“I showed you a trick that day. Want me to show you another one?”

“I’m game,” he said.

She wriggled up against him.  The firm cushion of her buttocks pressed against his thighs. She thrust one hand around behind, seized him, guided him.

Johnny frowned. “There?”

“Sure,” she said. “I like it there just like the regular way.”

“Can you feel anything there?”

“If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t do it. I feel different things there.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Only the first couple of times. Not anymore. I’ve been a busy little girl.”

“I bet you have,” Johnny said. (p. 121-2)

He falls for Rizzo’s main whore, too, Marie, too high class for him, and a wrong move, just as betraying the men who gave him a job was a dumb move.  Johnny Price is not the smart thug he’d like to believe he is.  “You gotta be careful when you play around with razor blades.  You can get cut” (p. 167) is advice he doesn’t heed.

Like all of Silverberg’s sleaze paperbacks — all of his work, in fact, i whatever genre or form — this is compulsively readable, but not the best of the Elliotts.  It’s predictable, Goodfellas way before the movie, where betrayal and loyalty in the mob is a fine line.

Company Girl by Mark Ryan aka Robert Silverberg (Bedstand Book #957, 1959)

Posted in pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , on May 11, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks


This is the last of Silverberg’s Mark Ryan books from Bedstand. Silverberg did five titles as Ryan for the Valiant Publications, and six as Challon.

The Ryans:

Twisted Loves (BB 807) — tragic lesbian tale. Reprinted as Loren Beachamp’s Strange Delights (Midwood, 1962).

Streets of Sin (BB 813) — tragic juvie gang tale.

Savage Love (BB 976) — tragic tale of a married man who falls in love with a prostitute.

Illicit Affair (BB 980) — story collection.

Company Girl has its tragic elements as do the others: here we have the pitfalls of the desire to move up with corporate greed, to get promotions to get more money, and the lengths a man will go to obtain these things he believes will make his life better.

In John Wallis’ case, he uses his gorgeous wife, Elaine, to move up the ladder fast at an electronics company he started at only a month ago.  The book opens with the two getting ready for a company party, and he wants Elaine to look her sexy best, even having her fake dropping her lighter in front of his supervisor, so the man can get a look in her dress.

Sure enough, this supervisor, Lou Klass, is interested in Elaine and calls her at home.  John encourages his wife to flirt, and meet with the man, and sleep with the man if he agrees to “promote” her husband.

Why does Elaine go through with it?  She is convinced by John the evil is for the better good — they have a two-year-old child, and they want more kids, but he needs to make more than the $7500 a year he’s getting (ah, 1959 money!); the first promotion means a raise to $9000 a year.

So she does it. She feels “dirty” but she thinks it’s for the best.

Meanwhile, at the party, John slips into the bathroom with Klass wife, Roberta, and has sex with her, and maintains an affair with her until he uses her husband for all the promotions he can get.

It was not the first time in his five years of marriage to Elaine that Wallis had made love to an other woman. He was not the sort to let a mere vow stand in the way of possible pleasure.  But never before had it happened to suddenly.  Never before had a woman — an important woman, in his scheme of things —thrown herself at him that way. (p. 31)

The theme of a the man who allows his wife to sleep with the corporate bosses for his own gain is an oft-used one in sleaze fiction, and Silverberg touched on this in the Don Elliott Woman Chaser.

People want things from each other and create a sexual quid pro quo — I sleep with your wife, you get this deal or raise; you sleep with me, I’ll make sure my husband promotes you.  The typical scenario:

On New Year’s Eve, the Wallises to Charlies Michelis’ place in New Canaan for a party.  It was a hectic, drunken affair at which everybody was groping for everybody else’s wife. (p. 148)

Swinging!

So John Wallis keeps having Elaine sleep with one boss after another, until he is up to $11,500 a year and looking at a possible exec job with a $25,000/yr salary.  But, as in all moral tales, his desire for advancement and a bigger paycheck is his downfall.  And in his drunken despair, he nearly rapes his sixteen-year-old babysitter.

But there’s a “light at the end of the tunnel” ending, at last.

A good read.