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Carnival Girl
Rhonda Greening lived in a big house and ran a top-of-the-range Caddy. But that kind of lifestyle took money, and money was the one thing busty Rhonda didn’t have.
Then Tommy Wilson came into her life. Tommy ran the carnival that had been left to her by her late father. But he couldn’t run it all by himself—he figured Rhonda should do her bit, too.
When she discovered that they were in big trouble financially, she decided to help the only way she could—by becoming a dancer in the carney’s girlie show. It wasn’t a prospect she looked forward to, but once she got up there, under the spotlights, a new, wanton Rhonda was born.
Along the way she fell in love with a man, and yet learned to make love to a woman, too. After that, the only thing that remained to be seen was just how low she would go to earn a buck, and save the carnival from ruin!
The Orrie Hitt Library includes …
Nudist Camp
Too Hot to Handle
Pleasure Ground
Never Cheat Alone
A Doctor and His Mistress
Two of a Kind
I Prowl by Night
Dirt Farm
The Love Season
Diploma Dolls
Wild Lovers
Love Thief
Naked Model
Passion Hostess
Affairs of a Beauty Queen
Girls’ Dormitory
Dial ‘M’ For Man
Violent Sinners
Hotel Hostess
Add Flesh to the Fire
The Cheaters
Suburban Trap
Bold Affair
Strip Alley
Panda Bear Passion
Private Club
Motel Girls
Man-Hungry Female
Race With Lust
Lucy
Tell Them Anything
Campus Tramp
Ex-Virgin
Hired Lover
Sins of Flesh
Love Slave
As Bad As They Come
Summer Hotel
Carnival Girl
The Peeper
The Color of Lust
Then Tommy Wilson came into her life. Tommy ran the carnival that had been left to her by her late father. But he couldn’t run it all by himself—he figured Rhonda should do her bit, too.
When she discovered that they were in big trouble financially, she decided to help the only way she could—by becoming a dancer in the carney’s girlie show. It wasn’t a prospect she looked forward to, but once she got up there, under the spotlights, a new, wanton Rhonda was born.
Along the way she fell in love with a man, and yet learned to make love to a woman, too. After that, the only thing that remained to be seen was just how low she would go to earn a buck, and save the carnival from ruin!
The Orrie Hitt Library includes …
Nudist Camp
Too Hot to Handle
Pleasure Ground
Never Cheat Alone
A Doctor and His Mistress
Two of a Kind
I Prowl by Night
Dirt Farm
The Love Season
Diploma Dolls
Wild Lovers
Love Thief
Naked Model
Passion Hostess
Affairs of a Beauty Queen
Girls’ Dormitory
Dial ‘M’ For Man
Violent Sinners
Hotel Hostess
Add Flesh to the Fire
The Cheaters
Suburban Trap
Bold Affair
Strip Alley
Panda Bear Passion
Private Club
Motel Girls
Man-Hungry Female
Race With Lust
Lucy
Tell Them Anything
Campus Tramp
Ex-Virgin
Hired Lover
Sins of Flesh
Love Slave
As Bad As They Come
Summer Hotel
Carnival Girl
The Peeper
The Color of Lust
188 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 10, 2025
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About the author
Orrie Hitt
221 books30 followersOrrie Edwin Hitt was born in Colchester and died from cancer in a VA hospital in Montrose, NY. He married Charlotte Tucker in Pt Jervis, NY (a small town upstate where he became a lifelong resident), on Valentine’s Day, '43. Orrie & Charlotte had 4 kids—Joyce, Margaret, David & Nancy. He was under 5’5″, taking a 27' inseam, which his wife altered because no one sold pants so short.
Hitt wrote maybe 150 books. He wasn’t sure. “I’m no adding machine”, he answered on the back cover of his book Naked Flesh, when asked how many he’d written. “All I do is write. I usually start at 7 in the morning, take 20 minutes for lunch & continue until about 4 in the afternoon.” Hitt wrote a novel every 2 weeks in his prime, typing over 85 wpm. “His fastest & best works were produced when he was allowed to type whatever he wanted,” said his children. “His slowest works were produced when publishers insisted on a certain kind of novel, extra spicy etc.”
Most of Hitt’s books were PBOs. He also wrote some hardcovers. Pseudonyms include Kay Addams, Joe Black, Roger Normandie, Charles Verne & Nicky Weaver. Publishers include Avon, Beacon (later Softcover Library), Chariot, Domino (Lancer), Ember Library, Gaslight, Key Publishing, Kozy, MacFadden, Midwood, Novel, P.E.C, Red Lantern, Sabre, Uni-books, Valentine Books, Vantage Press, Vest-Pocket & Wisdom House.
He wrote in the adults only genre. Many of such writers were hacks, using thin plots as an excuse to throw tits & ass between covers for a quick buck. Others used the genre as a stepping stone to legitimate writing, later dismissing this part of their career. There were few like Hitt, whose writing left an original, idiosyncratic & lasting mark even beyond the horizons of '50s-mid 60s adult publishing. What made him unique was his belief he was writing realistically about the needs & desires, the brutality (both verbal & physical), the hypocritical lives inside the suburban tracts houses & the limited economic opportunities for women that lay beneath the glossy, Super Cinecolor, Father Knows Best surface of American life. He studied what he wrote about. Wanting to write about a nudist camp, he went to one tho “he wouldn't disrobe”.
His research allowed him to write convincingly. S. Stryker, in her Queer Pulp: Perverted Passions from the Golden Age of the Paperback, says, “Only one actual lesbian, Kay Addams, writing as Orrie Hitt, is known to have churned out semipornographic sleaze novels for a predominantly male audience.” She thought “Orrie Hitt” a pseudonym, & “Kay Addams” a real lesbian author! Orrie’d like that one.
It wasn’t just about sex. It was also about guts. “The characters,” Hitt’s protagonist–a movie producer complimenting a screenwriter on her work–says in the novel Man-Hungry Female, “were very real, red blooded people who tore at the guts of life. That’s what I’m after. Guts.” If anyone knew about guts, it was him.
Life started out tough for Hitt. His father committed suicide when he was 11. “Dad seldom spoke of his father, who'd committed suicide, because it was a very unpleasant chapter in his life,” said his children.
After Father’s death, Orrie & his mother moved to Forestburgh, NY, where they worked for a hunting-fishing club. He started doing chores for wealthy members for $.10 hourly. Management offered him a better job later, at .25 hourly. Eventually, he became club caretaker & supervisor. “Dad talked a lot about working as a child to help his mother make ends meet,” his children recalled. “He wanted his children to have a better life while growing up.”
Tragedy struck Hitt again during those years. His children explain: “Dad’s mom died at her sister’s house on the club property during an ice storm, so Dad walked to the house to get his mother & carried her back to his car"
Hitt wrote maybe 150 books. He wasn’t sure. “I’m no adding machine”, he answered on the back cover of his book Naked Flesh, when asked how many he’d written. “All I do is write. I usually start at 7 in the morning, take 20 minutes for lunch & continue until about 4 in the afternoon.” Hitt wrote a novel every 2 weeks in his prime, typing over 85 wpm. “His fastest & best works were produced when he was allowed to type whatever he wanted,” said his children. “His slowest works were produced when publishers insisted on a certain kind of novel, extra spicy etc.”
Most of Hitt’s books were PBOs. He also wrote some hardcovers. Pseudonyms include Kay Addams, Joe Black, Roger Normandie, Charles Verne & Nicky Weaver. Publishers include Avon, Beacon (later Softcover Library), Chariot, Domino (Lancer), Ember Library, Gaslight, Key Publishing, Kozy, MacFadden, Midwood, Novel, P.E.C, Red Lantern, Sabre, Uni-books, Valentine Books, Vantage Press, Vest-Pocket & Wisdom House.
He wrote in the adults only genre. Many of such writers were hacks, using thin plots as an excuse to throw tits & ass between covers for a quick buck. Others used the genre as a stepping stone to legitimate writing, later dismissing this part of their career. There were few like Hitt, whose writing left an original, idiosyncratic & lasting mark even beyond the horizons of '50s-mid 60s adult publishing. What made him unique was his belief he was writing realistically about the needs & desires, the brutality (both verbal & physical), the hypocritical lives inside the suburban tracts houses & the limited economic opportunities for women that lay beneath the glossy, Super Cinecolor, Father Knows Best surface of American life. He studied what he wrote about. Wanting to write about a nudist camp, he went to one tho “he wouldn't disrobe”.
His research allowed him to write convincingly. S. Stryker, in her Queer Pulp: Perverted Passions from the Golden Age of the Paperback, says, “Only one actual lesbian, Kay Addams, writing as Orrie Hitt, is known to have churned out semipornographic sleaze novels for a predominantly male audience.” She thought “Orrie Hitt” a pseudonym, & “Kay Addams” a real lesbian author! Orrie’d like that one.
It wasn’t just about sex. It was also about guts. “The characters,” Hitt’s protagonist–a movie producer complimenting a screenwriter on her work–says in the novel Man-Hungry Female, “were very real, red blooded people who tore at the guts of life. That’s what I’m after. Guts.” If anyone knew about guts, it was him.
Life started out tough for Hitt. His father committed suicide when he was 11. “Dad seldom spoke of his father, who'd committed suicide, because it was a very unpleasant chapter in his life,” said his children.
After Father’s death, Orrie & his mother moved to Forestburgh, NY, where they worked for a hunting-fishing club. He started doing chores for wealthy members for $.10 hourly. Management offered him a better job later, at .25 hourly. Eventually, he became club caretaker & supervisor. “Dad talked a lot about working as a child to help his mother make ends meet,” his children recalled. “He wanted his children to have a better life while growing up.”
Tragedy struck Hitt again during those years. His children explain: “Dad’s mom died at her sister’s house on the club property during an ice storm, so Dad walked to the house to get his mother & carried her back to his car"
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October 1, 2025‘Life is awful. You start out with stars in your eyes and wind up with lumps on your head. And you can’t change it. It’s been going on for years and I guess it’ll continue until the end of time.” Thus says Jane, one of the carnival dancers, explaining the facts of life to Rhonda Greening, who suddenly found herself the owner of a traveling carnival when her father passed away, not bothering to tell her what financial straits his carnival was in. Rhonda, having no other choice, takes on running the damn thing as well as filling in at the striptease when they are short of girls and tagging herself as “Busty.”
“Carnival Girl” is one of those sordid Orrie Hitt pieces where a woman desperate for money feels she has to strip in order to bring in money. Everyone wants something from Rhonda, from carney Tommy who swears he’s in love with her to Jane who also swears she’s in love with Rhonda. Both of them prove it to her in the most basic way.
You can feel the ennui dripping from this one as Rhonda’s dreams become diminished and the world seems dark, brutish, and short.
“Carnival Girl” is one of those sordid Orrie Hitt pieces where a woman desperate for money feels she has to strip in order to bring in money. Everyone wants something from Rhonda, from carney Tommy who swears he’s in love with her to Jane who also swears she’s in love with Rhonda. Both of them prove it to her in the most basic way.
You can feel the ennui dripping from this one as Rhonda’s dreams become diminished and the world seems dark, brutish, and short.
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