Room 2D

Culver has turned his eye on majorettes…

Photo-story from Janus 162 Miss Harriet Jago was already something of a legend in the City. Blessed with a financial brain many in banking could only gasp at, it seemed unfair to some that she was also as darkly beautiful, charismatic and perfectly shaped as a film star. Still only 23 she was Head of Foreign Exchange at that venerable institution Gouldings Bank on Feather Lane, and her perceptive take on the exchange rates seemed akin to psychic ability rather than what it actually was, an immensely shrewd assessment of the constantly fluctuating world markets. Among the banking fraternity she had become known as ‘Harriet the untouchable’. Her razor-keen mind cut through any debate, her honeyed tones seemed lined with steel as she alternately wooed and wowed, fired slack performers, hired hopefuls, cajoled investors. A young woman of such profile inevitably attracted gossip and speculation. She seemed so perfect in every way

A nice Calstar film featuring Mel Penny and Jenny Close (who also both featured in  The Sports Mistress ). Apologies if you're not a fan of Jenny Close – I seem to have posted a lot of her films recently. Review from  spankingfilmreview.com: M/3f; time: 45 minutes An opening exterior shows St Bernard’s Wing of a hospital which looks more like an asylum. In his examining room, a doctor is at work. He calls to his nurse, Miss Jenkins. What is the schedule today? Two pretty girls sit in the waiting room. Miss Larsen [ Mel Penny ] is first, a thin blonde. Whatever medicine she was given didn’t work, there is some suggestion she hasn’t been taking it. Nurse Jenkins escorts her in. ‘Remove your skirt,’ says the doctor. Larsen climbs onto the examining table, nurse rucks up her top, and the doctor begins playing with her boobs. ‘Doctor!’ He turns her onto her stomach, strokes her legs, and looks inside her panties. He discusses

Final part of the story from Blushes Supplement 16 With a silent prayer Paula crept along the corridor. It was 7 pm and the school was deserted, all the pupils gone home long ago and now all the other staff as well. The cleaners too would have finished. Just herself — and of course Mr Brentwood. Waiting for her. In that little room adjoining the gym at the end of the corridor. Her training room, he called it. There was just possibly a  faint  chance that he wouldn’t be here. Like last Tuesday. That note in her pigeon-hole:  ’Unfortunately I shall not be able to attend this evening as I have an important engagement.’  Paula had almost wept with relief when she read it. Her session with Mr Brentwood  called off . Of course he had made up for it on Thursday, making her perform twice as hard and for twice as long. But at least there had been the bliss of missing it on Tuesday evening. There had not been a note today so there was no