Mrs. D's Mirrored Playroom is Lori DuMonte's second exciting novel for Surrey House, Inc. Her first novel, for Rated X, was Hungry For Young Boys (RX280), and it was a sensational seller when it appeared in the adult book stores. A very few copies are still available, direct from the publisher, using the mail order coupon to be found at the end of this book, should your newsdealer fail to supply your copy.
For this book, Miss DuMonte has taken a radically different approach to the subject of degraded lust. Here we have the lush young Sundae Chevalier suddenly discovering that her mother has stolen a lot of money from the bank where she worked and had abruptly disappeared. Sundae's life style had to make an abrupt change ... she had no money ... yet she was determined to do the honorable thing and repay the debt her mother had created.
Finally locating a job with a film producing company, she finds herself immediately victimized by one of her employers, a partner in the firm. Little did she know that the only reason he wanted to marry her was to lure her inside the Mirrored Playroom.
Here, hidden cameras recorded her every lusting moment. As she writhed in, ecstatic delights of her own sexuality ... he was filming it all ... threatening to use the film for commercial purposes ... to make a fortune off her willing, helpless, unsuspecting body.
Only both of them were yet to learn who would be the bigger rip-off artist, and who would take the other for the most money ... or the most sex-time in the depraved, non-stop, orgy-filled Mirrored Playroom.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Glen Stokes came over on Sunday afternoon. Sundae was relieved, glad he'd finally returned from his business trip. She'd called his office three times. Maybe, she thought anxiously as she watched him light a cigar, he could tell her something about her mother. The note she had found was still on the coffee table, scrawled hurriedly. In spite of her mother's reassuring words, Sundae was frightened. She picked up the sheet of paper and handed it to Glen. "I'm so glad you came. I've been worried half out of my mind, Glen."
He read it quickly, put it down and looked at Sundae over the top of his reading glasses. "When did you get this?"
"Friday. When I came home from Vassar for the spring break."
"I got one too." Glen took off his reading glasses and put them in his pocket. "Christ. I wish to hell I hadn't been in Chicago. Maybe I could have talked her out of doing this fool thing."
"Then you don't know any more than I do." The hope that had blossomed in the young girl's heard slowly died.
"I know a little more," Glen replied thoughtfully. He seemed nervous, cracking his knuckles as he looked out the window, a bleak expression in his eyes. A group of boys were playing baseball on the street. Glen seemed to be trying to make up his mind about something. With a sigh, he turned his face around to Sundae and spoke to her gently. "No use in my beating about the bush. You'll know about it sooner or later. Your mother has been taking money from the bank. She's been doing it for about two years. She left because the books are being audited."
Sundae's world spun for a few seconds while her thoughts flew. Her mother? Marie Du Valeur Chevalier? Graduate of a fine university, daughter of a family capable of tracing their aristocratic ancestry back to the time of the French and Indian War? Impossible! "But why?" Sundae looked at the man her mother had been seeing for several years. "Why would she do such a thing?"
Glen's nice friendly-puppy face was suddenly not so friendly. "Because of you," he said harshly. "Jesus. She wasn't satisfied to let you go to a public high school like anybody else. Oh, hell no. You had to go to a fancy finishing school. And your expensive foreign car. This place...." He flung his arms out, taking in the lavish furnishings, the 'correct' address, all the things Marie Chevalier had felt necessary to lavish upon Sundae, her only child.
"But I didn't need to go to an expensive school if she couldn't afford it. I didn't have to have a new car every year, three fur coats, trips to Mexico and Paris. Glen, I always thought we had plenty of money!"
Glen sighed. "It isn't your fault, Sundae. She's got this thing-Who knows why people are the way they are? It doesn't matter, anyway. She felt she had to give you these things for reasons of her own. I knew she was running out of money a couple of years ago. We argued. I told her it wouldn't be the end of the world for you if you had to live somewhere other than the most exclusive residential district in Atlanta. I tried to make her understand that most kids grow up and turn out okay with or without what she referred to as 'the advantages.' But you know how stubborn she is. And she had a pretty damned good argument. She said if I'd ever had kids of my own I'd understand. She had me there. But I did say I'd managed pretty well with my own life. Jesus. I didn't even graduate from high school! Right now, things are rough as a cob all over the country. I sunk everything I had in a new branch office. If I had known about this, I'd have given her the money. Well, hell. Too late now. You know, I kind of thought your mother trusted me a little. I haven't been pushing her-God knows I can't compare with Charles Chevalier. If your father were living, I'd stand a better chance, you know? I mean if they were divorced. But like so many people, your mother has tended to make him into some kind of saint after his death. Not that I'm knocking your father, Sundae. You know what I mean. He was a big time operator, old family and all, and I'm just a little old boy from Texas. But if she'd just trusted me, confided in me! Christ, I'd have given her the damned money."
"Did she say where she was going? In the letter she left for you, I mean." Sundae's eyes clouded over. In the note her mother had left on the coffee table, she'd merely-said she had to leave, that she'd try and write soon.
"Yes, she did. A long time ago, I gave her the key to a little place I've got in Nevada. It isn't much, but she can live there. She plans to go to work in one of the gambling casinos in Las Vegas. I figured on driving out there. You want to go along? Maybe the two of us can talk some sense into her head."
"I'll let you know later, Glen. When do you plan to leave?"
"Tomorrow." Glen stood up. "A hell of a note, isn't it? If only" I hadn't made that trip to Chicago, maybe I could have kept her from doing this thing. She doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell of making the kind of money she needs on the tables out there. Why, those bastards aren't in the business to give money away. I could at least have gotten her a decent lawyer. She wouldn't have gone to jail. I mean, it isn't as though Marie were an habitual criminal. This way, she'll go to Las Vegas, get work under an assumed name, and sooner or later she'll get fired. She doesn't know how they are in the gambling industry. They have to very careful about checking references and things. I just don't know, Sundae-."
The girl interrupted. "How much money did she-take?"
"Fifteen thousand dollars. At least that was what she said in the letter she left me."
"If she paid the money back, would it be alright, do you think?"
"Probably. Banks aren't terribly interested in putting people behind bars. If they can get the money back where it belongs, they'll probably not push for more than a token charge. Restitution is what they want, more than anything else. But with her going off on a tangent like this-it won't be long before someone will be out here with a warrant for her arrest. I'm going to go see if I can raise some money." Glen stood up and walked over to the chair where Sundae was sitting. He gave her a fatherly pat on the shoulder. Although she appreciated the gesture, it made Sundae want to break into wild sobs.
It was getting dark outside when Sundae finally put down the classified section of the Sunday paper. She went into the kitchen and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When she sat down at the table to eat it, she looked at the list she had made of available jobs. One by one, she checked most of them off, realizing she had been dreaming when she'd written down things like Secretary, experienced, and Cocktail waitress, must have experience. She had never worked a day in her life. Besides, the waitress job had clearly stated that she had to be twenty-one. Sundae was eighteen. The high school she had attended did not offer a secretarial course. She couldn't even type, she thought ruefully. There wasn't much left on her list. Somebody wanted a live-in baby sitter for a fatherless home. Five children. Sundae didn't know much about children. She was an only child. The pay was thirty-five dollars a week, plus room and board. A restaurant was hiring food waitresses, experience not necessary. Salary was listed as minimum. She didn't know what the minimum wage was, but she was sure it wouldn't go far toward helping to pay back her mother's debt. Fifteen thousand dollars seemed a tremendous about of money. She could sell her car-except no, she couldn't do that, either. Since she was underage, her mother had the title. Besides, it would bring only a couple of thousand.
At ten o'clock she called Glen Stokes. "I'm not going with you to Nevada. I'm going to get a job." She was in her bedroom, speaking over her own private telephone.
"What the hell can you do, Sundae?"
"There's a job offered in a photographic studio," she lied. She could see her face, reflected in the mirror over the dresser. Even though her stomach muscles tightened when she thought about the job she was going to take, she knew she was going to do it-providing she passed the test. Seeing her face in the mirror gave her confidence in her ability to pass the test. "You tell Mother I'm fine. I just want to make my own way, that's all."
"Maybe it's just as well. Of course, it's Sunday, but even so, I don't think I'm going to be able to raise any fifteen thousand dollars right away. Money is tight everywhere. I've talked to several people who have tried to get loans. I suppose the job you're taking is here in Atlanta?"
"Sure. Where else?" Another lie, but it didn't matter, she felt.
Glen said he'd be in touch. Sundae hung up and stripped out of her clothes. Looking at her figure appraisingly, she nodded her head as she put both hands under her mellow breasts. It had been nothing but chance that she had seen the display ad. It hadn't been with the rest of the classifieds. She'd been about to turn the page when she'd felt her eyes pulled down to the lower right hand margin and seen it, bold and black and white:
GIRLS! MODELS, MODELS, MODELS, MODELS, GIRLS! Make big money modeling for small but financially stable motion picture industry. Girls, eighteen to thirty, must be well-endowed and better than average looking. If you need to make an enormous amount of money and if you are broadminded and willing to work long, hard hours, call Rex Davitts, day or night, collect.
It was a San Francisco listing. Before she lost her courage, Sundae put the call through.
The man's voice had been warm, vibrant and professional sounding. He had chatted a while and then they had discussed business.
"I suppose you understand what kind of movies we're making?"
"Yes." And she had thought, Well, I wasn't born yesterday.
"Natural. It isn't a bright blonde. It's more of an-"
"Never mind, honey. What kind of a face have you got?"
"Square cheek bones. I mean, a square face, with high cheek bones. Pointed chin, nose a little on the smallish side, eyes are brown. Not dark brown. Sometimes they're more hazel, I guess."
"Yeah. Well, listen. You're sure you're eighteen? You sound very young. You have to be eighteen or over."
"I've got my birth certif-"
"Any acne, bad teeth, anything that wouldn't look good under harsh lights, baby?"
"No, really I'm quite-" She hesitated. She'd been told she was beautiful, but she felt a little shy about saying it to a stranger.
"How about a photograph? Have you got one you could send right away? If you look like you'll do, we'll send you plane fare."
"Mr. Davitts, I'm desperate for money. I have enough for my plane fare to San Francisco, and I have enough faith in my physical assets to take a chance on spending the money for transportation. I need to make a lot of money, and I need to make it right away. The only thing is, I don't have much acting experience. The only thing I've done is school plays, that sort of thing."
"Don't worry about that, honey. If you look sexy, that's all that counts. You won't have to act much anyway. Now, I'll tell you what you do. Hop on the first plane you can get to San Francisco. If we think we can put you to work, we'll refund the plane fare. How's that?"
"Alright." Her heart had been hammering. She thought she had an idea of what he meant when he said she wouldn't have to act much. It would be posing in the nude, probably. She would just have to make up her mind to do it. In an almost whisper, she asked, "Mr. Davitts, would you mind telling me how much this work will pay?"
"A hundred dollars a day for most of the stuff you'll be making. Of course, there are special deals where you can make as high as twice that."
It was difficult to figure rapidly in her head, but common sense told her it wouldn't take long to clean up her mother's debt, especially if she lived frugally. She told Rex Davitts she would be there Monday. He told her to take a cab to the offices and gave her the address.
When Sundae hung up the telephone, she did some rapid figuring. If she could talk her mother into selling the car, she could raise about two thousand. The elegant furnishings of the house should bring at least five thousand. So suppose she made five hundred a week. That would amount to ten thousand in twenty weeks. Counting what she would need to live on, it would be enough to keep her mother out of jail-providing the authorities didn't find out she was in Las Vegas. Maybe if she wrote a letter to the bank where her mother had worked for the past eleven years-if she explained to them that she would pay them back the money, maybe they'd not do anything to her mother. And if she left the car, told them she would see to it they got permission to sell it from her mother, that ought to keep them from lowering the boom right away. Then if she told them the same thing about the furniture, they should be happy to wait for the balance of the money. At least, that was what she wanted to think. There would be complications, of course. For instance, she would have to keep Marie from knowing what she was doing. She knew her mother would probably die if she learned her daughter was posing in the nude. But she could get one of those post office boxes where they forwarded mail. Tell her mother she was in New York or somewhere. Twenty weeks. Only a little while, when she considered it. Right then, Sundae was willing to believe she would try anything.
Before she went to bed, she wrote the letter to the bank. Then she made her reservations for San Francisco. The flight would leave in the morning at nine. She wanted to be well out of the house before then. She just didn't know what she would do if policemen came to the house with a warrant for her mother's arrest. Somewhere, she'd read that as long as a person was not in receipt of the warrant, the law could do nothing about making an arrest. She hoped it was true, and wasn't something she had read in a not-well-researched murder mystery or something.
The alarm was set for four-thirty. She knew she would have to be out of the house before seven, but she could make it. It would be too embarrassing to have the policemen come while she was still there. But the auditors probably wouldn't come to work until nine o'clock, and then they'd find her mother's letter, confessing she had embezzled all that money. Just to be on the safe side, she set the clock radio so it would also start playing at four-thirty. Although she doubted she'd sleep, the pages of the book she was reading began to blur, the words running into each other senselessly, after she'd been in bed fifteen minutes.
At about the same time that Sundae Chevalier was drifting into sleep, Rex Davitts was impatiently dialing the telephone in his posh apartment. He started talking the minute the phone was answered on the other end. "Julian, for Christ sakes. Where the hell have you been?"
Julian Corbin frowned. He didn't like to have the junior member of the firm take that executive tone with him. "Out," he said shortly.
"I've been trying to get you all evening. Listen. Some little broad from Atlanta saw the ad. She called. She's coming in sometime after noon tomorrow. I'm going to be shooting in the Tahoe area. So see to it that she doesn't get scared shitless and turn tail and run, will you? That is, if she's got what it takes body-wise. She said she was desperate for scratch, and after she gets used to making fuck pictures she'll probably groove on it just like most of them do. But don't let her get away like you did that nice looking little chickie from San Diego last week."
"Rex, goddamn it, I tell you, you're going to have to stop making these snap judgments over the fucking telephone!" Julian Corbin was livid with rage. He was standing in back of his desk at home, scratching his balls. His pale blue eyes bulged with anger. "You're going to break us yet. Just because a broad gives you a fantastic set of measurements, right away you start to jack-off. You promise them the fucking moon! I suppose you said we'd refund the plane ticket, too."
"Only if she fits our needs, Julian. And I don't jack-off."
Somewhat mollified, Julian stopped scratching his balls and reached for his martini. "Well, I hope she hasn't got monkey tits and a fat belly. How the hell old is she, anyway?"
"Eighteen."
"No shit? That young, huh. What's her oid lady think about this business of her making fuck pictures?"
"She didn't say anything about having a mother. For somebody in this business, Julian, you sure have some odd-ball Victorian-type morals. You know what I picked up on her over the phone? I got the distinct vibes she's a virgin."
"Horse shit. There aren't any such things any more." Julian gave a vile-sounding laugh. "You and your mental telepathy shit. I bet you wouldn't know if your own wife was out hustling her ass. If you had a wife."
"We'll see," said Davitts. "But imagine making a picture of a young girl getting it when she's never had it before. Maybe we could make it an educational film, huh, Jule? Christ, I get a hard-on just thinking about it. But be nice to this little Chickus Atlantus, you hear? Lay off the dirty ole man bit for awhile, okay?"
"Horse shit," said Julian. He hung up the telephone.
It was fifteen minutes after two on Monday when Sundae walked into the plushly carpeted offices of Wildwood Pictures, Inc. She smiled shyly at the receptionist. Right then she felt much better about what she was doing. The name of the company was reassuring. Wildwood made her think of woods and streams, of birds and babbling brooks. They probably made nice little motion pictures about nature, she was sure. And the elderly woman who smiled at her benignly from behind the desk certainly would not take part in something obscene. No, she had worried for nothing. Had those bad dreams during the night just out of fear.
"I'm Sundae Chevalier," she said with her best finishing-school smile. "I have an appointment."
The motherly-looking woman stood up. Her smile deepened. "Right this way, Miss Chevalier." She opened a door that led into a wide room, nice and bright and airy. A bald-headed man sat behind a cluttered desk. He looked friendly too. He put his hand out and his smile widened as he gazed into Sundae's lovely face.
CHAPTER TWO
Sundae was not absolutely innocent. She had dated boys that her mother considered 'suitable' for someone of her daughter's background. She had done a little heavy petting, she'd smoked a total of three joints, and she'd read several novels that she knew her mother would consider pornographic, which was why she had left the novels at the homes of her friends. In her eternal quest for the 'right' schools and summer camps for her daughter, Marie Chevalier had made a few mistakes. At twelve, Sundae had been exposed to her first contact with lesbianism. It had taken place at an exclusive little place in Wisconsin. Most of the girls were older than Sundae by a year or two, and several of them had attended camp at least once before in the secluded, woodsy area. The place had been highly recommended as 'progressive,' which had led Sundae's mother to believe there would be plenty of horseback riding, lectures of an intellectual type, and study, groups that would broaden her daughter's mind without thwarting her or oppressing her imagination or creativity.
What actually happened did broaden Sundae's mind. It also reamed out her delightful little pussy, which made it possible for her to use tampons. Fingers and tongues were the order of the day; but nothing really traumatic took place and Sundae had been everlastingly grateful for the experience. She had been sure she would have been forced to use old-fashioned sanitary napkins had it not been for the time she spent at Sunnyslope Acres in the heart of the Wisconsin woods. The time she spent at camp did leave her with the impression that girls were far better than boys when it came to making her feel good. It took her a couple of years to learn that that idea was ridiculous. It was, however, her natural inclination to be excited in the presence of boys, and after she had learned that pimply-faced youths could also push the proper button and make her little girl's clit froth and hum eagerly, then jet off into delight, she soon changed her mind.
Nevertheless Sundae's sexual experience had been limited. Except for a few sessions of heavy petting, Sundae knew little about the ins and outs of actual intercourse. In the first place, she had a healthy horror of getting herself pregnant. Because she was unusually sheltered, such conveniences as The Pill were not easily available. She was also subjected to frequent lectures from her mother on the importance of keeping one's self chaste until one was safely married. Coupled with the fact that Sundae was conditioned to a lifetime of respect for her austere, but loving, mother, was the inavaiiability of boys. In spite of stories of boys climbing in the windows of girls' dorms, no such thing had ever happened to Sundae. It wasn't that she didn't dream about it, hope and pray that it would happen, either. Except when she was preoccupied with school work, she constantly thought about boys, about "making out,"
"getting it,"
"doing it," and even getting married.
When she masturbated she held in her mind an image of a youthful Knight in Shining Spitfire who would come to carry her off and fuck hell out of her in some secluded glen. She had seen one in the town where the girls' school was located. His Triumph was the color of gold and his hair was dark. Once their eyes had met and locked while she had been standing in line to attend a movie. For a long time afterward, Sundae had frantically massaged her clitoris and pretended it was The Boy. Those who had gone rather far with her had not appealed to her enough for her to allow them to go past that one point where Sundae drew the line. Hesitantly, she had worked up enough courage to pump her hand up and down on a few cocks and once a strong young man had gone off between her legs while he was attempting to get it in. This had occurred after a football game. Sundae and the boy were in the back seat of her car. That constituted her total experiences with members of the opposite sex. When she was at home in Atlanta, she remained in the house unless she went somewhere with her mother. Sometimes Glen Stokes accompanied mother and daughter to symphony concerts, motion pictures that Marie felt were suitable for a girl of Sundae's tender years, or to dinner. Now and then Sundae wondered if there was anything sexual between her mother and Glen Stokes, but usually she didn't think about it. Her mother often told her it was necessary to have an escort on the scene and Glen was harmless. Even Sundae had known that two women alone needed an escort now and then. Besides, she couldn't quite relate a situation wherein her elegant mother naked and in the arms of her own father, whom she could barely remember. There had even been times when she had wondered if she had been adopted, or if her mother had been the vessel for an immaculate conception, or conceived her through artificial insemination. Because Marie Chevalier, while possessing a beautiful face and a perfect body, did not lend credence to thoughts of animal lust and greed. People said she was as cold as an iceberg.
The bald-headed man behind the cluttered desk stood up. Sundae was vastly relieved at his friendly, honest and open smile. "Sit down, sit down," he said as he gestured toward a deep leather chair. "You're Sundae Chevalier, aren't you?"
"Yes." She smiled, showing him a set of beautifully cared for teeth.
He thought, "What tits!" And felt his prick begin to lurch upwards. Something told him to go slowly, so he didn't say anything to her about the tits. "Is that your real name? Sundae?"
"Yes. You spell it with 'a-e' at the end rather than y."
"How did you happen to come by an unusual name like that?" He was conscious of her finishing-school diction.
"It is a family name." She drew herself up a little, giving him the impression of family pride. "You've heard of the famous Sundae Du Valeur of Atlanta, who carried rebel messages during the War Between the States?"
"Oh, yes-yes indeed." Julian Corbin had barely heard of Atlanta. He apologized for not introducing himself and she said something about talking to a man named Davitts yesterday on the telephone.
Corbin assured her that Rex Davitts was his junior partner and saw her settle herself a little easier in the chair.
"They are a very proud old Southern family, the Du Valeurs," she ,was continuing. "My first name is Marie, but my mother has that name, and after a while they started using my second name. To avoid confusion, you know."
Corbin was thinking things like hot French vanilla ice cream Sundae, with strawberry nipples on the ice cream cones. And thing like what an ass-ass-ass! And, Baby, I'd sure like to nibble on those nimmies of yours. But he kept his face bland and said, "I suppose you know the nature of the films we make."
"Nudes?" She felt very worldly, saying the word like that, right out in the open.
"Ahhhh, yes." He put his hands together on the desk, studying the tips of his fingers. "Now, of course-ah, you certainly look as if you qualify in every respect. But you understand there are some people who don't photograph well. In your case, I doubt it very much, because your particular kind of beauty will undoubtedly come across on film just as it does in person. But I have arranged a little screen test for this afternoon, ahh, you aren't too tired, are you?" His balls were aching. He wanted to reach down there and massage them a little. Wanted to unzip his pants and take out his dong. Right then he felt sure if he stood up he'd need a wheelbarrow to carry it around in. Christ, what a sex-pot! And Davitts, that silly bastard, had said he'd thought she'd be a virgin. What an asshole, Davitts. Always looking for a virgin. Always believing he'd find one some day. Julian could tell by looking at this boiling little cunt that she'd probably been finger-fucking since she was capable of finding her twat, way back when she'd been a baby in her cradle. As far as fucking was concerned, she was no doubt the world's champion humper, head and all. Julian had his own ideas about girls from fine old Southern families, especially girls who had gone to finishing schools and learned to talk properly. He was getting carried away along those lines, thinking about grabbing her and flinging her over the top of the desk, when she spoke again. Her words shocked him into momentary silence.
"I was thinking on the plane about how I'd feel, disrobing in front of a camera. And the man who will operate it."
"Uuh?" Julian's startled eyes did a double-take. Could he be wrong? She'd used the word 'disrobed.' Shit. Shit, now goddamn it, she was putting him on, he thought uneasily.
"But after all, the human body is a thing of beauty. And we shouldn't be ashamed of it, should we?"
"Certainly not."
"And as long as everything is done in good taste, I'm sure I'll be able to-do it. Take my clothes off, I mean. You see, I haven't had much experience in that sort of thing."
"Good taste. Yeah." He was thinking about her pussy. Next to getting his cock sucked, Julian liked nothing better than the taste of pussy.
"People are getting away from the old concepts of nudity. We no longer think of it as being immoral. Why, even the Greeks made lovely statues of the human body," Sundae was saying. Dimly, Julian was beginning to understand that the Chickus Atlantus was maybe trying to talk herself into taking her clothes off in public. He was not without perception, even when his rod was blazing away down there inside his pants, trying to eat a hole in the material. He detected a certain nervousness about her that was felt more than it was apparent. He detected a fine mist of perspiration above her upper lip and a certain frightened expression in those incredible eyes that made him haul up a little. And he thought with a part of his mind, Could she really be one? Could she honest-to-God be a virgin? If so, she could make them a million fucking dollars ... Through his mind began to pass all the different ways they could handle it. Rape, maybe. That was always good. No, too crude. Maybe they could really branch out, get out of the grinding pubic-hair, grunting, groaning porny films and come out with something actually beautiful. Of course it would damned near kill him to have to admit Rex had been right about those vibrations he said he'd picked up over the telephone about this Sundae....But what the hell! He hitched forward a little in his chair and asked her if she felt like making the test right now.
Again that frightened expression flickered for an instant in the depths of her amber colored eyes. Or were they green? Julian couldn't tell for sure. They seemed to change color with her emotions. But she gave him a wan smile and said she would be delighted to make the screen test right away.
"The-um, studio is on the ninth floor," he said softly. "If you'll just go out in the hall and take the elevator up, I'll join you in a few seconds. You'll find the dressing room to the left, just as you go through the door."
Sundae turned around and gave him a frightened look. "What shall I wear? I meanr do you want me to leave the dress I'm wearing on, or is there another outfit of some kind that you want me to put on?"
"You'll find some little two-piece bikini outfits in the dressing rooms," said Corbin. "Just pick out one that fits. As I said, this test is just a formality. I'm sure you'll do."
Helen Farmdale came striding into Julian's office the minute Sundae was on her way upstairs. Her bright eyes glistened behind her glasses. She had a wide mouth with thick lips, and when she smiled the lips didn't stretch, they seemed to get thicker, more swollen. "Jesus, Julian," she said in a stage whisper. "Did you see those tits? That ass? Those legs? Jesus, Julian! And the face! Where the hell did she come from?"
"She answered an ad. Sundae Chevalier, of Atlanta." Julian handed a card to the heavy-set woman. "Here's the make on her. Check it out, will you? We can't have her if she's under age. And get that pussy-eating grin off your face, Helen. Christ Almighty. Rex talked to her on the telephone. He thinks she's a virgin. What do you think?"
"She could be." Helen looked down at the file card. "Hmmm. Eighteen. That looks about right. But Jesus, Julian, did you ever see such tits on an eighteen-year-old girl? It was all I could do to keep from yanking her top off and taking a bite out of one."
"Just check her out, will you? And stop drooling."
"Who gets to take the screen test on her?"
"I'm going to do it myself. If she's underage, or if she's a ringer sent in by some asshole vice squad to check us out, I don't want to screw it. I don't want to have to face a rap about contributing to the delinquency of a-besides, if Tommy did the test he'd have her laid within five seconds. Another thing, she might have a criminal record. If she does, we can't use her."
"I could use her, record or no record," said Helen Farmdale.
"No doubt." Julian lit a cigar. Then he leaned back in his chair and dialed the studio. "Tommy? A blonde just entered the camera department. Go ahead and take your lunch break. I'm going to handle this one myself." He hung up, swore richly and finally allowed himself the luxury of unzipping his trousers. He pushed a button on his desk. When Helen answered, he said, "Send me Gloria Ronson."
Within five minutes, Gloria Ronson entered Julian's office without knocking. She gave him a wide grin and shook her long red hair back from her face. "Yeah?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Yeah?" Gloria stopped grinning and proceeded to step out of a white smock. "What'samatter, you forget how to do it or something?" She giggled. "I don't see why you got to go through all this technical business. I mean, gee, Julian ... when a person is doing it, he's doing it. Her, too, for that matter. Anyway, half the time you want to fuck me it hasn't got anything to do with can it be done this way or not. You just want to fuck. Come on. Admit it."
"Shut up." Julian wrote most of the scripts himself. It galled him that nobody appreciated him for the artist he genuinely believed himself to be. Before he got into the motion picture industry (as he described his business to people when he first met them) he had written pornographic literature, mostly books. He was the proud possessor of a Doctorate in Divinity. His wife, Laura, sometimes called him Reverend. Laura was, in Julian's eyes, a prime bitch.
Sometimes when they were all alone he called her Superbitch. He often thought of wild schemes for getting rid of her, mostly in the area of hiring her killed. He would have to hire it done. He knew that, of course. Because although he could write the most gory murder scenes imaginable, Julian couldn't bear the sight of blood.
Laura was certainly a thorn in his side, he often thought. Not only did she laugh at what he considered his artistic ability, she called him a has-been hack writer, someone who had graduated from writing bad dirty books to producing bad dirty films. Laura had graduated from a good university, then she'd earned herself a bona fide doctorate in English Literature. Julian had paid twenty-five dollars for his, via the United States mails. The only reason Julian had married Laura in the first place was because she could spell and he couldn't. She could also correct his grammatical errors, and it had seemed a good idea at the time. But that had been several years ago, and nobody needed anybody to correct English and spelling in the scripts he was grinding out. At the same time, he reminded himself about fifty times a day, he was married to the bitch, and he knew Laura wasn't above blowing the whistle on him. Laura knew that Julian had served a little time in a Joliet, Illinois prison. The trouble was, he hadn't served all the time the State felt he owed them. He'd walked out one day on a whim that had been aided and abetted by seizing a happy circumstance; being at the right place at the right time. Shortly afterwards, he'd changed his name from the one he had been born with to Julian Corbin. How Laura had managed to find out everything there was to know about him, Julian didn't know. But he was positive she would ruin him in more ways than one if he didn't behave himself.
All those things were reeling around in Julian's brain as he watched Gloria get on the white leather couch. There was something about Gloria that reminded him of Laura. Not just the color of her hair, either. It was something deeper. He sensed a mean streak in Gloria that would probably be just as deep as Laura's by the time Gloria got a few more miles on her. When he screwed Gloria, or had her to do other little things, it was almost as much fun for him as if he were doing it to Laura, who wouldn't give him the time of day.
"Get up on your knees," he said roughly.
"Ahhh, shit, Julian. I don't like it in the ass. It hurts."
"So who the hell asked if you like it? You want to get paid, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I don't see why you couldn't screw somebody else in the ass. Some of the other kids like it that way. Besides, you already did it day before yesterday."
"It's a technical thing I have to work out, Gloria. Now just shut your mouth and hold still."
He was fondling his cock, smiling down on it fondly, wondering if there was a connection between those two words. Fondle. Fondly. Hmmmm. Positioning himself on his knees behind her, he rammed it right up against her tight little sphincter hole and felt the heat surging through his loins. He decided it was her asshole that reminded him of his wife. Laura's had that same bright red hair growing in little tufts around the sides of it. She also had a tight one, about the shade of a certain color of rubber bands. Taking his thumbs, he spread her cheeks apart and dug in with his cockhead. He winced, because even though he liked to shove it to them like that, there was a certain amount of initial pain. He waited a second, feeling the pulse-beat throbbing away in his livid cock. "Relax your asshole a little, goddamn it."
"How can I relax it a little when it hurts?"
"Just do it. How can I keep my mind on the technique if you scrunch your asshole up so tight I can't get my prick in without scraping all the fucking skin off?" He looked down at her smooth back. She was a good-looking cunt, all right, especially from the back. Her face didn't photograph too well, which was why he used her only for cunt shots, but there was something highly erotic about her back. Maybe he would use her for a daisy chain one of these days if she behaved herself. With all that red hair hanging down on either side of her neck, he decided she'd come off alright. That way, nobody would see her face. They'd get a good look at that round little ass of hers, at her jutting boobs. Impatiently, he rammed his cock in, drawing his lips back over his teeth at the wash of exotic pain that threatened to peel him like somebody taking the skin off a wiener. He heard her grunt and felt her wince. The skin that covered her rib cage rippled a little as he jammed it in all the way to his balls. It pleased him. For a second or two, he kneaded the plump cheeks of her ass, his back straight as a ramrod as he watched her flesh grow pink under the pressure of his tanned hands.
There was something wonderfully erotic about seeing his prick rammed all the way into her ass, the cheeks of her buttocks growing deeper pink under his hands. Slowly, she began to move back and forth a little. He made a mental note to himself to insert that in a slice of action soon. Then he forgot about making films and lowered his chest to her back, reaching around her until he glommed onto her swinging tits. He squeezed them, then found the hard nipples with his fingertips and began to milk them. It wasn't going to take him long. Looking at that blonde's face had been enough to almost make him cream his pants, and Julian was accustomed to looking at a lot more than faces. He closed his eyes and gave in to the exceedingly wonderful feeling of fucking, allowing the sucking action of her asshole to pull the cum out of him in long, satisfying spurts. His face was damp where it lay against her back, and he allowed it to stay there, just as he allowed his prick to stay inside her, until he was good and ready to pull it out.
Gloria was still moving back and forth a little, and he knew he had aroused her, even though she swore she didn't like it that way. For a split second, he considered reaching down there and playing with her clit a little, what the hell. Let her cum. But then he decided it would be more fun to yank it out of her. To hell with her. Let her go diddle herself. Or better still, let her take on Helen. He pulled out, walked into the bathroom where he washed it, half listening to Gloria's colorful swearwords. When he came out, he got into his pants and stuffed his shirt in.
Wide-eyed, Gloria was sitting up on the couch, her pink mouth pouting. "You sonofabitch. I was just getting ready to cum."
Julian pushed a button. "Helen, come in here and help Gloria with her problem."
"That old dike," said Gloria. She was holding her boobs in her hands, looking at them lovingly. When Julian left the inner office, Helen was down on her knees, her gray head bent at Gloria's flaming bush, her hands busy at Gloria's boobs. Before he left the outer office, he put a small, neatly typed card on the front of the door with a piece of scotch tape. "OUT TO LUNCH" the card said. Julian adjusted his shirt as he strode purposefully down the hall to the elevators. Now he'd be able to shoot a few feet of film on the Chevalier chickie without scaring the shit out of her. Or running the risk of getting himself thrown behind bars.
Sundae looked up at him when he came into the studio. She was wearing a little white bikini that didn't detract at all from her nicely tanned skin. She smiled shyly. She was glad Mr. Corbin was an older man. He appeared nice and kind. A little on the conservative side, maybe, and Sundae liked to think of herself as an intellectual liberal. But just the same, there was something comforting about a man who was slightly balding, had nice, mild blue eyes and wore a shirt and tie. She had seen the young man leave the studio rooms, and she was very glad that Mr. Corbin was going to handle her screen test himself. She just felt sure she would never have trusted that young man, with all that long dark hair and beard. She was glad she hadn't been all alone in that big place with him.
CHAPTER THREE
Twenty-four hours later, Rex Davitts and Julian Corbin sat in the projection booth staring at the dark screen where they'd just seen the rushes of the footage Julian had made of Sundae the day before. Nobody was saying anything. It wasn't necessary. Silently, they left the booth and headed downstairs to the bar. If they went into either of their offices, they were likely to be interrupted. Besides, both men were badly in need of a few drinks. When they'd killed the first one, Rex said, "This is it! This is really and truly, honest-to-God motherfucking it!"
"But we're going to have to play it cool."
Rex eyed the older man appraisingly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you were right. She's a virgin."
"No shit?" Rex Davitts' lips twitched.
"No shit."
"Christ. I should have made a bet with you about her." Rex ran a hand through his heavy head of hair. Then he smoothed his dark mustache. "This is it, then," he repeated.
"Yeah, except, how are we going to do it? There isn't a horny bastard alive who wouldn't give his eye teeth to pick a cheery. And seeing somebody else do it may not be as good as the real thing, but most of these people live vicariously anyway." Julian felt extremely proud of himself. To be able to use a five syllable word correctly, especially when he was talking to Rex, was a major triumph. "But I repeat. How are we going to do it?"
"What do you mean, how are we going to do it? She wants the money. Well tell her what she has to do and she'll do it." Rex grinned. "When she called me on Sunday, she said she was desperate. And Helen found out her mother's wanted for liberating fifteen thousand dollars from a Atlanta bank. So doesn't it sound like a plot for a good old-fashioned melodrama? Christ, Julian, it's a natural!"
"Balls. Nobody buys Little Nell and the Villain stories any more. Besides, I don't think shell do a fuck picture. I had a good, fatherly talk with her last night over dinner. She's unbelievable in this day and age. You know what she thinks she's going to do for a hundred dollars a day? She's got some kind of ridiculous idea about doing like Hedy LaMarr did in that movie she made where she ran through the woods naked. Only this Sundae kid doesn't even say 'naked.' She says 'nude.' Can you believe that? And sometimes she says 'disrobed.' "
"Oh, Jesus Christ," said Rex. He shrugged his shoulders and once more ran his hand over his mustache. "I guess I'll just have to rape her, then."
"Yeah." Julian sounded reluctant, but resigned. "She asked me about you. Wondered where you were. I didn't want to say you were making a pornographic film in the wilds of Lake Tahoe, so I said you'd gone to Sweden for a month or two. Now here's what I was thinking....We'll set everything up in the Farraday House. You know. With the mirrors. Since you'll be handling the broad, you'll know how to position her so we can get the best shots of the action. After you get her broken in, I was thinking along the lines of a gang-bang. I've been working out the script. A few years back I wrote this book about a girl turned on to acid. She got raped, see? The man who reamed her was a con artist cum institutional bum. I can't remember whether I wrote him crazy or not, but it seems to me like he was doing some time in a prison, then broke out-then he got picked up in another state. Well, he went to this mental institution, but he broke out, see? Okay, then he raped this girl. After that, she couldn't get enough of it. What do you think of using that angle for the vehicle? Listen, Rex, we can make a fortune on her."
"Yes, but we have to have something really good. I don't know about using that theme. It's been done before."
"Sure it has. But you know how women are. They never do get enough of it, no matter what they say. She'll probably be willing to do almost anything, as long as we pay her plenty of money and keep her supplied with cock. Especially when you consider she's an eighteen-year-old girl and hasn't had even one yet. They go crazy when they've held out that long."
"How do you know?" Rex's brown eyes bored a hole into Julian's blue ones.
"I read a lot," said Julian.
"I think we ought to do the fuck scene first. The rape, I mean. If we don't use it for the story you're talking about, we can use it for something else, later on," said Rex thoughtfully. "Who has the keys to the Farraday house?"
"Helen has them." Julian downed another drink and signaled for the waiter. "Rex, do you think you can manage to do it tonight? If you do, I can get things set up this afternoon."
"I don't know." Rex looked thoughtful. "I'll try. I'll tell her the house is mine, of course. I'm just a poor little rich boy, living all alone in a palace." He grinned. "Where's she staying?"
"The St. Regis. We're paying the tab."
Rex's grin widened. "Seems to me like I remember you screaming your head off because I told her we were willing to refund the price of her plane ticket if she didn't work out. Now you tell me we're paying her hotel bill."
Julian looked at the tip of his cigar. "Well, shit, Rex. She's a real class! She's probably the most beautiful creature in the goddamn world and she's going to make us a flat fortune. If we handle things right. Besides, with her mother in all that trouble and all...." He clamped his jaws together and stood up. Then he said, "I told her we'd keep her on the payroll, but we wouldn't use her for a few weeks."
"You bastard. You had this in mind all along," said Rex. He watched Julian's somewhat guarded walk as he went toward the can. By the time his associate had come back, he had finished his drink. "Okay. I'm going to get the keys from the Dragon Dike and head for the St. Regis. See if I can still pick up a nice little innocent date."
At seven o'clock in the evening, the door to room 404 opened and Sundae Chevalier came out into the carpeted hall. Rex, carrying a brief case and walking briskly, managed to make it to the elevator before she did. "Up or down?" he asked with his most friendly, wide-open smile.
"Down," she said.
He was in luck. Nobody was in the elevator but the two of them. He was trying to figure a way to get into a conversation with her without sounding too obvious when she did it for him. "I've never been in San Francisco before. Can you recommend a good restaurant? "
"There's the coffee shop here in the hotel," he said courteously.
"I had lunch there." She wrinkled her pretty nose. "The food was alright, but I get tired of restaurants rather easily."
"Would you like a steak?"
"That would be nice."
He named a place and then frowned. "The only thing is, unescorted ladies aren't acceptable to the Management." Turning on his most charming smile, Rex snapped his fingers and invented a sister. Joan Galloway would do, he figured. Joan was the sucking specialist for Wildwood Films, among other things. He supposed he could pass her off as his sister to this gullible little doll. They had reached the first floor and the elevator doors were already beginning to open, so he made up his mind in a hurry about Joan Galloway and spoke hurriedly before his bird flew the coop. "I was going to take my sister out for dinner. Perhaps you'd consider joining us?"
Sundae looked up into dark brown, liquid eyes, her mind working rapidly. Her training had told her it wasn't considered ladylike to speak to strange young men when one was alone. It was even worse to seriously consider a dinner invitation from a stranger. But she had taken in, in one glance, his handsome face, his briefcase, the lithe way he had of moving, and his apparent friendliness. She had also rapidly assessed the cut of his suit, labeled it as tailored by a master craftsman, and found it conservative as well as expensive. The fact that he had included his sister in the dinner invitation was the deciding factor, but Sundae was willing to admit to herself that she was lonely. Her reply was cautious, though. "Are you sure your sister wouldn't object?"
"Not at all," answered Rex. "Shell be very pleased. I have some business to discuss with her, and to tell the truth we don't get along too well, so shell be happy to have someone else at the table."
"Then, perhaps I shall," said Sundae. She wondered how she could go about getting the strange man to present his sister first. She didn't want to come right out and tell him she didn't really think he would do something dreadful to her, but had to make sure. While she was thinking, she bit her lips and looked in the direction of the desk. To her relief, he told her he would drive over to his sister's house, pick her up, then stop at the hotel for Sundae.
His smile grew even more friendly when he added, "My sister is rather on the conventional side-that is, she'd be sure to think I was going straight to hell in a hand basket if she knew I asked you to come to dinner without having been properly introduced first. I mean, we know it's perfectly alright, but you know how mothers are ... I'm afraid our mother warped poor Joan's brain. You wouldn't mind if I told her we've known each other for quite some time, would you?"
"Of course not," answered Sundae with a smile. And just knowing that his sister had been brought up the same way she had, always having to bow to social convention, made everything seem alright.
"Well say the Lancasters introduced us," Rex said with a mischievous glow in his eyes. "Joan wasn't able to attend Lucinda Lancaster's coming out party, so shell never know the difference."
Sundae nodded and looked for the letter slot. "I'm Revel Davis," said Rex quickly. "I'll pick you up in-say an hour."
He left and Sundae collected herself enough to mail the letters she'd written that afternoon. The fact that Mr. Davis had mentioned Lucinda Lancaster made everything doubly alright, she was sure. Everyone knew about the fabulous Lucinda Lancaster of Boston and Newport. Although Sundae didn't know the season's most beautiful and wealthy debutante in person, many of her friends at Vassar knew Lucinda and several of them had gone to her debut. If she'd had reservations about accepting a dinner invitation from this obviously cultured and friendly young man before, they melted away as soon as he mentioned the magic name. With a pang of longing and fear, she thought of her mother, who was always worrying about Sundae meeting the right people. She wished she could tell her about Revel Davis. Everybody knew about the fabulously wealthy Davis family, and although Sundae wasn't sure the man who had introduced himself to her was the Revel Davis, she doubted that there were two young men of the same name-especially two such handsome, distinguished-looking men.
After she had purchased stamps at the candy counter and dropped her letters in the slot, she went back up to her room where she put on an especially becoming dress and took extreme care with her hair. She wished again she could tell her mother about meeting Revel Davis, about going to dinner with him. In the back of her mind a little golden goddess with horns asked distinctly, "If you had a chance, would you marry into all that money...?" And she answered the little golden goddess with horns by nodding her head seriously. She knew she would, and she wouldn't find it a terrible sacrifice. Not at all, considering those beautiful brown eyes, that wonderful build, that soft, sensuous curve of his mouth ... and then of course she would tell him about her mother's problem, once they were married. She blushed a little as she met her shining eyes in the mirror, realizing that she was not only incurably romantic, she was a calculating dreamer.
In the hotel lobby, Rex Davitts was in the middle of a telephone call. His handsome face had taken on a brooding quality as he listened to the girl on the other end of the line screech at him. "What the hell do you mean, you sonofabitch, make myself look like some square! How the hell do I know how to make myself look like a straight person, for Chrissakes? I never looked straight in my whole fucking life!"
"Listen, Joan, now goddamn it, shut up a minute and let me talk. I know damn well you weren't born with a prick in your mouth."
"How do you know I wasn't born with a prick in my mouth? How do you know my father wasn't humping my mother at the time of birth and that's how come I-"
"Shut up! This is business. This chick doesn't know anything about people like us. And she can make the company a fucking fortune. She would never have consented to going to dinner with me, understand, unless I assured her my sister would be there. So put your hair in a bun or something, and wear something that doesn't show every snatch hair you've got. And try to speak like a woman of culture, you hear?"
"Culture, schmulture. What's in it for me?"
"Two hundred dollars," said Rex off the top of his head.
"Jesus. And I don't even have to ball anybody? Okay." There was a decided warmth in Joan's voice. "Say, does Julian know about this?" Her voice changed again to her usual shrill tone. "You know hell have your balls hung on the college mall if you go around spending that kind of the company's money for a strange piece of ass, Rex. And when do I get my two hundred?"
"Tonight. I'll hand it to you in an envelope. I told this Chickus Atlantus that we've got some family business to discuss. So keep a cool head, sweetheart, and don't blow it. Remember you're my sister, Joan Davis. And I'm Revel Davis, and don't call me Rex."
"Horseshit. Okay. I'll remember."
"Be at the hotel here in about forty-five minutes."
"Yeah, yeah!"
"And none of that 'yeah, yeah' talk. Converse, Joan. Like you did in that fuck flick where you played the part of a debutante."
"Shit, I only had three lines."
"Just do it!" Rex Davitts hung up, wiped the perspiration from his forehead and put in another call to Julian Corbin. The brooding quality that had been on his handsome features was no longer there.
At five minutes after eight, the telephone in Sundae's hotel room rang. The man at the desk announced that Mr. Davis and his sister were in the lobby. Sundae thanked him and hung up, more pleased than ever with herself for having chosen a nice, exclusive family hotel. Another desk clerk would have been oblivious about guests coming to the room of a young lady. She smiled grimly as she glanced at herself in the mirror again, noting with satisfaction that she looked as beautiful as she'd thought she would in the white dress. It occurred to her that she was operating under a paradoxical life style. Here I am, ready and willing to let people see my body in the nude, providing I pass the screen test, and at the same time I'm worrying about what people think of me. It upset her when she thought about being naked in front of a camera, but not as much as it bothered her when she thought about the man who would be behind that camera. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. A host of brave, gallant Chevalier and Du Valeur women were behind her, she reminded herself. Fleetingly, she remembered Sundae Du Valeur, for whom she had been named, who had been raped by three officers of the Union Army. The terrible deed had been done when the legendary Civil War beauty was serving her country-at least, what she'd thought of as her country, the Confederacy. Now, the old story had become a legend and her mother's eyes had always flashed with pride when she told the story.
Sundae had once asked what became of the tragic young Confederate spy, and her mother had told her firmly that Sundae Du Valeur had married her childhood sweetheart. The couple had nine fine young sons and lived happily ever after. When Sundae the Second had asked her mother if the young southern gentleman hadn't felt his bride was ruined, Marie's eyes had flashed even brighter. "Of course not," she'd answered. "After all, he had an arm shot off, so he wasnt perfect either." Remembering her namesake made Sundae feel a little better about her own immediate future. Then she remembered the way Scarlett O Tiara had made herself a dress out of some dusty old draperies, which had helped her snare Rhett Butler. Of course Sundae knew Scarlett O Tiara was just a fictitious character, but she also knew it wouldn't hurt to look her best. So she crossed to the closet and took out her ermine wrap, which she draped around her shoulders before she left the room. With a Davis from Boston asking her to dinner, who knew? Maybe she'd not have to disrobe in front of the camera after all, she thought solemnly as she made sure her door was locked.
Dinner was long and sumptuous. Although Sundae had learned the correct wines to drink with dinner, her mother had always seen to it that she didn't over-indulge. The man who called himself Revel Davis kept filling her glass and it tasted so good that Sundae kept drinking it. She was impressed with Joan's elegant manners and slightly spinsterish ways, too, so she didn't think she could possibly come to harm when Joan asked her if she would care to come and see the family home.
"Oh, I didn't know the Davis family had a home in San Francisco," said Sundae, breathless.
"Didn't you?" Joan looked at her with surprised eyes. "Why, I thought everyone knew about the-really, it's simply absurd! Such grotesque taste." She shrugged her slender shoulders and smiled haughtily. "You see, it was built at the turn of the century. On money from the Nevada silver mines, of course, and sometimes my blood simply boils when I think of how selfish Revel's and my ancestors were. To think of building an enormous mansion out of the ill-gained fortunes from the silver fields."
"I didn't know people thought of the silver mines as-well, you know, not legitimate," said Sundae.
"Oh, the silver kings were scoundrels," said Joan, who was getting a little carried away with her play-acting. Rex kicked her shin and she looked at him, dead-pan. "My brother seems to feel that I'm deplorable. He calls me a do-gooder, I'm afraid. By the way, Revel, where's the mon-ah, that is, that invoice?"
Rex Davitts handed Joan an envelope, which she immediately opened, peeked at and slipped into her purse. "But I really do think you should come and take a look at the family mausoleum, Sundae ... just to see how the degenerate rich lived back in the days of the silver booms. I understand the antiques are quite important."
Sundae looked at Rex Davitts. He looked back at her and gave her a warm smile. She decided it would be alright, especially since his sister was going along.
During the long drive to the Farraday house, the 'brother' and 'sister' kept up a steady stream of banter. Once at the. beautiful old mansion, however, the light conversation came to an end. Rex and Joan showed Sundae around the first floor and she was impressed, especially with all the mirrors. Each room had at least one, so enormous that they covered an entire wall. The rococo mirrors were flawless, all edged with beveled glass. To Sundae's well-trained eye, they appeared to be originals and not copies.
"Wait until you see the second floor," said Joan. "I understand our great-grandfather had a fetish about mirrors. They're even more lavish upstairs. And the furniture is rather-different."
Rex Davitts looked around at the antiques and thanked the present owner of Farraday house silently. It wasn't the first time the big old Victorian mansion had been used by the motion picture company. They'd made several movies on the place, and Julian had thrown a few orgies there. Rex licked his lips as he eyed Sundae's lush boobs, so nice and warm and mellow-looking under the fabric of her dress. He suggested another drink before Sundae was shown the second floor.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the time they reached the second floor, Sundae was walking with a very slight list. She kept telling herself it surely wasn't because she'd had too much to drink as she tried to count back and remember just how many she'd had. She certainly didn't want to spoil things between herself and this magnificent, rich young man. It just wouldn't do for him to consider her a lush. Her head felt hot. Her hands felt cold. The first bedroom she entered spun crazily in front of her for a second, then she gasped at the pure beauty of the antique furnishings. "It's lovely," she said. Then she got dizzy again, when she saw her own face and figure reflected in three huge mirrors. The mirrors -lined all the walls except the one behind the headboard of the bed.
The second room was even more dazzling with mirrors. "They're even on the ceiling," said Rex as he held her elbow to steady her. She looked up and got dizzy again, then to her horror, she started giggling. "Where's Joan?" she asked as soon as she was able to stop laughing.
"She went to her bedroom to get her cigarettes," Rex answered gently. "Shell be right back." Then, just as gently, he took Sundae's hand and guided her to the lavish bed. Her fingers admired the velvet of the deep red spread, but she felt a little worried about sitting on a bed with Revel at her side. Topmost in her mind was the fear that Joan would return and find her in such an intimate position.
He took her hand. Held it. Turned the palm up and frowned, looking at it intently.
"What's wrong?" When he spoke, Sundae was conscious of a Breathless quality in her voice. It made her nervous. She giggled again. Having him look at her hand so intently made her feel all fluttery. She wondered if it was dirty; if she might have butter or lemon juice from the lobster sauce on her palm, or something.
"Your lifeline," he said in a voice fraught with all kinds of dark, dreadful implications.
She fell for it, now only partially conscious of worrying about being alone and on a bed with him. Right then she felt frightened. "Does it mean I'm going to die young? I didn't know you could read palms!"
"Just a little something I picked up on my travels. They believe in palmistry in India, you know. And there, of course, it's a religion-not a parlor trick." Carefully, tenderly, he turned her hand over, closed the fingers together and brought the back of her moist little fist to his lips. And kissed it.
Sundae looked at her hand, very conscious of the way it felt all warm and tingly where his lips had pressed against it for a second. The rich feeling took her mind off the dreaded implications that had been in his voice when he'd mentioned her life line. Then she remembered it again and asked him, begged him, to tell her what he had seen.
He laughed, then put a hand to her shoulders and turned her almost sideways on the bed so he could look into her eyes. His face was actually tragic when he spoke again. "I was being very foolish. After all, we just met. This very night, my little darling. So of course I mustn't allow myself to be carried away."
"BUT MY LIFELINE!" Sundae shrieked the words out, in a panic, sure he meant she was going to die right away. Like tomorrow or something. "PLEASE TELL ME! IT ISN'T FAIR TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT JUST ENOUGH TO TEASE ME AND THEN STOP!"
"Oh, my dear child," he said with another one of those melting, tragic glances. "Please forgive me. I should have realized you'd think I meant I was worried about your lifeline." Once again he turned her hand over, uncurled her fingers and bent them hack so the reddish lines on her palm were darker, clearer. Tracing the long, curved line that started at the middle of her palm between the base of her thumb and her index finger with the tip of his own finger, he said, "Look how long it is. Ahhhh, to be so lucky as to-yes. A very, very long life. And happiness such as you've never dreamed about. Riches. Luxury. Absolutely everything your heart could desire. Love. So much love is in store for you, Sundae, darling."
"Then why did you look so awful when you first looked at my life line?" She was only slightly mollified, still ready to believe that he had actually read it in her palm that she was going to die soon. Sundae had never had her palm read before and didn't know one line from another.
"I don't want to sadden you." He laughed again, this time softly, with a touch of sadness. "But of course that's impossible. I must remind myself that we've just met. That's what is so tragic about it all. You see...." He turned his own palm over and showed her his lifeline. "I have so little time left. And to think that you've been here on this earth all this time ... that you've been walking around out there." Here Rex pressed his left hand to his heart, then flung it dramatically to the side, his voice eloquent and dramatic. "Yes! Out there in the world, treading the same soil that I trod, but so-many miles away. Cruel fate! To know the wonderful joy of meeting you, but to know I must leave you. Forever, and so soon! Kiss me, my sweet."
On the other side of the two-way mirror that occupied the entire wall that faced the bedroom where Rex and Sundae were, Julian Corbin snorted. The motion picture camera kept on turning while Julian glanced at Joan Galloway. "That horse's ass," he said in a low voice. "I wish he'd cut out the dramatics. He sounds like a phony turd if I ever heard one. The broadie's going to know he's trying to fill her full of shit. He's laying it on too thick."
"Don't kid yourself, Julian. That little chickie doesn't know her ass from a piece of fat meat. Not about men and the world, that is." Joan shimmied out of her body stocking and scratched under her breasts. "Christ, I must be allergic to something. Every time I wear that body stocking I itch like crazy. Besides, I think the little cunt wants to be snowed. Jesus, did you see the way she looked at him? Like he was magic or something. Of course, he did kind of lay it on with a trowel about being rich. But if he's pulling the wool over her eyes, it's because she wants to have the wool pulled over her eyes. She's nuts about him."
"Nobody could be that nuts," answered Julian as he watched the scene on the bed. "Shit. Look at that! He's got her bawling, for rats-ass sake! What kind of film is this going to be with the broad bawling! For two cents, I'd go in there and rape the little bitch myself. Goddamn it, he's supposed to be acting like he's her new husband! That she's losing her by-god cherry! What broad's gonna bawl her eyes out when she's about to lose her cherry? When we dub the sound in, how the fuck are we going to make it look like a bride on her honeymoon? "
Joan Galloway gave her employer a grim look. "Julian, you don't know a thing about it, Jesus Christ! You never had a goddamn cherry in your whole fucking life, you never even had one of your own. I bet you were born jacking off, for Chrissake. So how much do you know about how a little eighteen-year-old chick like that's going to feel when her husband's about to get her cherry? Lots of girls cry."
"Balls. If the world was out of water and I had to wait for a virgin to cry when she's about to lose her cherry, I sure-Lord would die of thirst. I'm telling you, there aren't enough of them left these days to shake a prick at." Julian looked at Joan again. "Stop scratching your tits. You'll get 'em all marked up for the movie tomorrow."
"I thought you said even you believed this chickie hadn't ever been pronged," said Joan.
"Well. I did when I talked to her. But lookit that! She's letting that sonofabitch take her clothes off."
"She's blushing, though," said Joan. "Jeeeez! This is going to be a beautiful flick, Julian. Jeeeeez. I wish I could remember what it felt like to feel like she does. Oh, look! She's got the prettiest little tits I ever saw. Not so little, either. You know what, Julian, if I didn't like to suck cock so good, I'd like to be a man." With a quick motion, Joan got to her knees in front of Julian and unzipped him. Then she took out his flaccid cock. "Limp!" She looked at it blankly. "How come it's limp?"
"Blow it. It'll pump right up.
Joan blew. Julian's eyes widened. His cock lurched high, thick and hard. His excitement caused him to tremble. "Put it in your mouth all the way to your throat, Joan. God in a bunghole! She is!" His eyes continued to watch Sundae through the two-way mirror. "She honest to God is an honest to Jesus fourteen-karat, tight-cunted virgin! Look at that box of hers. I bet old Rex's going to feel like he's got his pecker caught inside a goddamn Waring blender! But, oh, Jesus, would I like to be him! Listen, Joan, you think I'd look a lot younger if I bought me a wig?"
"MMMMMMMMMM!" Joan's eyes looked up at Julian. Her eyes were all glazed over. She nodded her head vigorously up and down, up and down. Finally Julian realized it was hard for a person to talk when they've got a prick slammed inside their mouth all the way to the tonsils. And once Joan got her lips wrapped around one, he knew she wouldn't turn it loose. But it made him feel better to realize she was nodding her head. He'd been thinking about getting himself a wig for quite some time.
Slowly, his pelvis began to rock back and forth, shoving his cock in deeper to the soft moist heat of Joan's throat, then drawing it out until nothing was left inside her oven mouth but the cockhead, where she kept it firmly grasped between her sucking lips. But even with all that hot sweet sucking going on, Julian remembered to flick the little lever that brought Sundae's important pieces of anatomy into sharp focus and larger-than-life view when it was time. "Dolly in," he breathed as he pushed his cock deeper inside Joan's mouth. "Dolly out, ahhhhhh, yes, baby, you are the sweetest little cocksucker in the Bay Area!"
In the plush red velvet draperied bedroom with all the mirrors, Sundae's mind was whirling. The slightly dizzy feeling she'd had right after the drinks they'd had downstairs had worn off. In its place was a warm glow. She wasn't sure whether it was due to the drinks or because .of the marvelous way her ripe body was responding. Her breasts were swollen and aching, but when the man she knew as Revel touched them they ached even more. When Rex first started to undress her she had again asked the breathless question about the whereabouts of Joan. Rex had given her an offhand answer and she'd known a moment of suspicion. It came to her that maybe everything wasn't as it had appeared on the surface. There wasn't an inkling in her mind that the sumptuous mansion didn't belong to Joan and Revel.
Sundae had experienced little exposure to the seamier side of life. She knew there were people out there somewhere who sometimes took advantage of young, innocent girls, but she'd always felt such base individuals were removed from her everyday existence. It was impossible for her to draw the conclusion that she had been set up completely, but she did begin to wonder if Joan had conveniently disappeared after a brotherly talk from Revel. She'd also known a moment of anguish that had nothing to do with the man who was with her. It was caused by her conscience and upbringing. She had been groomed for a 'good' marriage with a 'suitable' man from a good family.
While the heat of her desires coursed through the length of her body, Sundae had been unable to push the memory of her mother's lectures completely aside. For a split second, she had almost been able to hear the dry way her mother had lectured her about keeping herself chaste for the greatest moment in her life. "It doesn't matter how many of your friends have loose morals, Sundae. Always remember that you'll be doing yourself a great disfavor if you-" But along about then Sundae pushed her mother's memory aside. It just simply wasn't possible to concentrate on all the good things that were happening to her and at the same time to keep her mother's warnings in mind. Besides, Sundae was positive that nobody who had the proud name of Davis-the Boston Davis family, no less-would expect her to surrender herself without some kind of an understanding. At about the time that she felt her bra being drawn away from her lush young breasts and leaving them free to Rex's caressing fingers, she panted, "You may think I'm old-fashioned, but I-"
"Of course you haven't ever done this before," said Rex soothingly. "Surely you don't think I would dream you went around hopping in bed like some common strumpet!"
"But I wasn't going to say that," said Sundae as she tried not to admit even to her secret self that the creamy goo was fairly running like a river down there between her legs. "I meant, I always wanted to be married before I-"
"Of course we'll be married," said Rex just before he latched onto one ripe red nipple with his greedy lips.
Now that that was settled, Sundae allowed her seething body to lie back against the bed and relax. She felt a great choking sensation in her throat and a coldness in her chest when she looked at Rex's handsome features and realized that he didn't have long to live. For a second, she tried to give the matter of palmistry some thought; to wonder if there really was anything in it. She certainly hoped not. Because even though it would mean being a wealthy widow, she didn't want to be a wealthy widow. She was sure she was in love with this handsome man who was so capable of setting her body on the most delightful kind of fire. Through her mind ran a thread of contempt for all the fumbling, bumbling youths who had tried to get her to go all the way. Although she'd always been afraid that with her particular kind of metabolism she might not make it to the altar with her cherry, she also knew the only reason she still had it was because none of those other men had been able to arouse her enough to cause the fear to evaporate.
"Ohhhhh, lovely," she squealed when she felt the first electric sparkle in her clitoris. Rex had his middle finger on it. Sundae had often applied her own middle finger to the fountaining little organ and caused it to spit, but she'd never been able to make herself feel that wonderful, she thought with delight.
"Mmmmmmmm, wonderful!" She didn't know what was coming next, but she felt his lips tugging at her nipple and the hand that he'd been working over her clit with was still down there. She squirmed and humped up and down, glorying in the delightful sensation. She knew she would never be able to make herself feel that wonderful. Not even if she had a breast pump to suck her titty with a three-pronged instrument of some kind to fill her pussy, rub at her clit and at the same time to tantalize her anus. No, she decided as she panted and humped harder against his hand, she could never make herself feel that way with some kind of mechanical device because she now knew she needed the human contact. The human male contact. The human male Revel Davis contact! "I'll never, ever want anyone but you," she breathed rapturously.
Rex didn't answer. He switched over to her other breast and felt the nipple harden instantly inside his mouth. He was thinking about what fantastic tits she had. His fingers were being sucked and pulled at by her wildly working slit. Each little nerve and fiber made him more and more sure that Sundae was not only a virgin, she was a virgin who had been aching for cock for a long, long time. His pride swelled along with his enormous cock. He was damned glad he was getting at her for the first time, even if he was aware that old Julian was in the next room grinding away with his camera. It didn't really matter, he felt sincerely. What did matter was not to put this darling little morsel in a situation where some asshole would jump on, bang her practically dry cunt, then spurt and climb off, leaving her with a bad taste in her mouth and a bad feeling in her coozey. He was working it up to the point where she wouldn't mind the little twinge of pain she'd feel if she hadn't been so well lubricated. He adored the clutching, sucking, gobbling muscles of her tightly furled little cunt as it pulled his finger in deeper and deeper. Thoughtfully, he worked around in her box and thrilled at the youthful feel of untouched scunch. There was a fess about young pussy that older, more experienced pussies just didn't have.
Rex considered himself a connoisseur of cuntery. At twenty-eight, he was sure he had stuck his dong into more cunt than most men who had lived a lifetime. But just the same, he never got tired of it, never felt in the least jaded. At the time he was actually fucking, he thought to himself in the same kind of bright and shining wonder that he always had when he put his mind to fucking, he always thought that particular piece of ass was absolutely the best. Right at the time when his senses were all reeling and he was about to feel the all-consuming greatness of getting his rocks off, he was sure he'd never laid another girl who had the ability to suck it out of him the way that particular one had who happened to be under him at the time. So he wasn't quite able to level with himself when he thought, as usual, Jesus! This is the living end. This is the farthest-out snatch in the whole wide world. But damn it, he thought again, trying to weigh the difference he felt in this one, there is something extra-wonderful about this one. He shifted his hand around down there in the goo and gently inserted a second finger along with the first one. She stiffened a second, but right away she started up her hunching rhythm, so he knew it would be all right. Just a few more seconds, he promised his lurching, throbbing cock, and I'll mount her. Spread those lovely legs of hers apart and rest that blazing, swollen cockhead against her twitching little twitchet, then shove it in all the way!
Rex wasn't concerned about such insignificant things like wondering how he'd face Sundae once she found out he wasn't really Revel Davis-when she found out he was the other half of Wildwood Films, Inc. He wasn't worried about how she'd react to that little piece of news any more than he was worried about how she'd react when she found out he had no intention of marrying her. These things, Rex knew, had a habit of taking care of themselves. Rex felt himself to be an extremely lucky man as well as a talented one. Whenever he had been hard-up against it in the past (like the time he thought sure he would have to drop out of college because of no money), something had always happened to him that yanked him out of trouble. He felt confident that he'd get out of this minor lie that Sundae had swallowed; further, that he'd come out smelling like a rose.
Sundae was trembling all over. She wanted him to keep on doing the same thing he was doing to her slit and her breasts forever. At the same time, she wanted him to stop doing it long enough to put his wonderful tool inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, silently begging him to either work his hands harder, faster, or stop long enough to fill her hungry, yearning little cunt with cock. But when he did withdraw his fingers from all those places where he'd made her feel so delightfully good, she felt an acute sense of loss. Then the old fear came rolling back over her. "It'll hurt," she breathed. And closed her eyes tightly, as if keeping out the sight of herself in that big mirror across the room-herself just about to get fucked, she reminded herself as she risked one more tantalizing look into the mirror and then told herself that maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad.
But the last glance she took of herself in the mirror hooked her. It was such a highly erotic scene and at the same time such a beautiful thing to look at, that she couldn't tear her eyes away. Slowly, slowly the big man with his beautiful body pulled himself to his knees.
NOW! NOW! I'M GOING TO GET IT, GET IT, GET IT. NOW! There was something absolutely stunning about watching the rippling muscles of his back, about noting the way his arms looked when he supported himself. She even watched to see what would happen to his legs, wanting to know exactly how he would go about it. His knees bent and she was treated to a glimpse of his tremendous cock. Her eyes widened. "Noooooooo, not yet, it's too big!" She felt a fine mist of perspiration suddenly form between her breasts and on her forehead. She was trembling again, but not so much in lust as in real fear. She was sure that big thing would split her in two.
"It isn't too big, you're made for it," said Rex.
Sundae risked another glance in the mirror at it. She was positive it would never' fit inside her tiny little hole. Through her mind washed remembered sessions in the bathroom, with herself squatted on the floor over a hand mirror while she stretched her pussy lips apart and stared at her hole. "No it won't, I know how big it is, and it won't take that-"
"Of course it will, don't be silly. Women are made for fucking. My prick isn't as big as some men you'll probably-I mean, just relax, will you?"
"Relax!" Sundae started to fight him off. In the mirror, she could see his balls, all tight and swollen, but still puckered. "How can I relax when you're going to shove that big thing up inside me, why, my God, it's as big as a telephone pole, I mean, like trying to ram a telephone pole inside a light socket!"
Rex was surprised. Her small hands flailed his face and her voluptuous body lurched around from one side of the bed to the other, throwing him all off balance. For a flickering second, he remembered Julian, on the other side of the mirror, with his camera. His face broke into a grin. After all, he remembered, Julian had wanted a rape scene all along. He knew he could overpower the girl who was about to get pronged. With that raging cock of his, he didn't intend to take much nonsense from her, but he decided to play things out since it had started that way. At least for a little while. Like an enormous tomcat in the act of playing with a mouse, he allowed Sundae to spring off the bed. She ran around in circles, showing a lot of tantalizing tit and plenty of lovely smooth ass. There was no doubt in Rex's mind that she was presenting a beautiful bunch of footage as she scrambled for her clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed with his arms folded across his chest, his cock as big as a flashlight and with a bulbous end almost as shining as a flashlight somebody's left turned on. Rex wasnt exactly unaware of the picture he would present on the finished flick, either.
Sundae started to jump into a pair of very brief bikini panties, took a hurried look over her shoulder at Rex's throbbing cock and decided to make a break for it in the bare. She had all her clothes bunched up in her arms, even the ermine wrap, when she headed for the door. Her hands grasped the old-fashioned brass doorknob and she turned it. That was all she could do, though, just turn it. "What's the matter with this door?" She yelled it, then yanked it hard. The doorknob came off in her hand, sending her sprawling t to the floor.
"Look at that!" Julian's eyes were bulged out so far that Joan couldn't keep from remarking that they could be wiped off with sticks.
"What a picture!" chortled Julian. "With her cunt wide open to the camera, I'll show this in slow motion. Maybe stop the projector so those jerkoff artists that're watching the fuck film can really get a load of what a wide qpen virgin cunt looks like! Look at the way the hair curls around in the cum where old Rex had her so worked up. Look at the way it's matted to her pretty little cuntlips. Look at that box of hers, not any bigger than a minute-Jesus, Joan, suck harder, can't you?"
Sundae bounced up from the floor and bent over to retrieve her clothes. They were in a little ball on the floor, so it didn't take long, just long enough to cause her to turn her bottom up to the camera so the lens was trained right on her skimpily hair-lined anus when it winked for a second before she stood up straight. In her best finishing school voice, she said haughtily, "I suppose you think that was hilariously funny. Now let me out of here, Mr. Davis."
"Balls," said Rex. "Come back here." He remained where he was on the bed, smiling at her. His voice purred. He hoped Julian had sense enough to turn on the sound. "Come on, sweetheart."
"I'm leaving!" Sundae remained where she was, not too far from the door, her eyes blazing. Rex continued to admire the way her mellow breasts, so smooth and so firm, rose up seductively over the balled-up clothing she held in her hands. It made a very charming picture indeed, what with the white ermine wrap hanging down to her pretty little pussy and getting all tangled up-white fur hairs with brown cunt hairs.
"You aren't leaving until I open the door for you," he said gently.
"But I don't want to, now," cried Sundae. "I thought I did, and I'm sorry I led you on like that-I don't want to be a c-c-well, you know what I mean."
"Cockteaser?" Rex's voice was mild. "You aren't going to be any cockteaser, baby. I'm going to fuck you. That's all there is to it."
"But I don't want to. I'm scared of that thing!" Sundae's eyes fell once again to his raging cock and her eyes got so big they showed a large amount of white. "Please, please, let me out of here!"
To Rex's discomfort, she started to cry. He stood up, strode across the room and scooped her up in his arms. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I frightened you." He was having a little trouble keeping his voice smooth. He wanted to shake the shit out of her, that was exactly what he wanted to do. He caressed her, kissed her, smoothed back her hair and reminded her that he didn't have long to live. Her eyes were enormous as she looked at him and listened to him.
Suddenly her body began to come alive again. She felt the spark fly from his mouth where it was coaxing her nipple into hardness down to her pussy and she wailed, wanting to deny the monster of passion that was blooming again in her body. And she wanted to turn a deaf ear on his plea that he didn't have long to live. It made her think of martyrs.
But then, she thought with a twinge of self-righteousness, that wasn't such a bad idea. If it killed her, then she would have surely made a place for herself in heaven, wouldn't she? It was terribly hard for her to think with a clear head what with all those passion bumps breaking out all over her skin and that good hot feeling rippling through her pussy, her belly, then back again to her breasts. "Are you sure it won't hurt?" She whispered it, and Rex once more began to work his fingers around in her slit.
"Keep your eyes shut this time, darling," he said softly. "Don't look at it. I promise it won't hurt. At least not much-and only for a little while."
Sundae shuddered. She spread her legs wide and closed her eyes and waited. Andv waited. Finally she felt the heavy thrust of his cock against her box, but the terror that started to grip her melted away in the delight that surged up and down her when he put both his hands on her breasts and started gently milking her nipples.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ohhhh YES!" Sundae cried when she felt the first stab of pain. It left almost as soon as she realized it was there. She felt the thick, throbbing organ push its way in a little deeper and gasped, then moaned, then gasped again. "Oh, I do like it! I do! I do! And it doesn't hurt ... well, at least not much." She ground out the words as she felt the penetrating length of his cock continue to push. Her pussy felt so alive that she wasn't sure she could contain herself. Her buttocks began to thump madly against the bed, then her pelvis took a thrust upwards and she knew she was getting the feel of the thing. She still felt a little confused. Everything seemed so natural to her, she thought in surprise. She's always been of the impression that she'd go about it awkwardly, maybe make a fool of herself because she didn't know quite how to use her body. But it came to her that her body had taken over for her. It was like batting her eyelid when something was suddenly thrown in front of her eyes. Only better, she thought with serene satisfaction as she began to seriously hump. Better! Much-much-much better than just an ordinary reflex action. It was wonderful.
Their bodies were meshed together tightly. Sundae knew Revel was enjoying it tremendously. She could tell by the way his breath came out in a kind of mixture of agony and bliss; could tell by the way his hands were all over her body at once, caressing and loving, pressing here, pulling there. His lips clung to hers and she felt his tongue come sliding in between her teeth. At first it startled her. She'd been kissed like that before, but it had never made her feel like that! she thought in a flurry of hot pleasure. It seemed to her that he was fucking her with his tongue as well as with his cock; and that when he put his fingers on her breasts and milked them in that wonderful way, it was almost as if she were getting her breasts fucked. She knew that someday she would have to really look back upon this moment of her life and try to remember each little separate thing of splendor as it had happened to her. Try to recall all the different sensations that were filling her with such blooming joy. But right then, all she could do was allow her body to accept the deep thrusts that were growing deeper and harder with each passing second. She felt lifted onto a high plateau where all the good things she'd ever dreamed about awaited her. Soon, she told herself through the glorious haze, she would come. It would rock and roll out of her, leaving her shaken and spent. But it wouldn't be at all the way she'd known it before. The woman thing in her knew that, too. She knew she would never again be satisfied with rubbing her clitoris until she frothed off, because this was the total thing-the complete and rapturous kind of fulfillment that she'd always known it would be when the time came.
Knowing all these things and understanding them didn't begin to really prepare her, though. When she could hold back the roiling gush no longer, she knew a surge of power that came from within her own body as well as the heady strength that came from the pounding cock that was filling her to the brim.
She felt elation as well as the most supreme kind of pleasure imaginable. And strength of her womanhood along with a fast glance at a shimmering future. She felt triumphant, because in that spinning, flooding, bell-ringing, mind-blowing period of ancient knowledge that came from her body and the collective memory of all of past womanhood, she knew that she was possessed. Completely possessed, which was what she'd been made for in the first place. But at that same time, she knew she was also the one who possesses. Because that was what man had been made for, too. She opened her mouth and a long, piercing, cat-call sound was torn from her lips. "I'm cumming," she breathed hoarsely when she broke it off in the middle. "I'M CUMMMMM-INGGGGG!"
Rex Davitts kept pounding it to her. He felt the sweet rush of her juices as they enveloped his cock, felt the giving lushness of her womanhood pulsate and throb as the orgasm rolled through her body. Felt her shudder, heard her scream out her first total release and felt extremely pleased that it had been he and not some dolt who could have closed those heavenly flood-gates forever. At last, after he was confident that she had finished cumming, he allowed the jetting stream of his own orgasm to go free. He fell against her taut breasts, burying his face between the deep cleavage and allowed his cock to hang in there to the fullest, his balls held tightly against her dripping bottom. She took it. All of it. And long before he was finished spurting his seed into her womb he felt her begin the ancient rocking thrusts all over again. He knew she had another cum in her, and if she was anything like the woman he felt her to be she would get it before his cock went limp on him. His own climax had been so powerful that he was breathing hard and his heart was hammering, but he managed to drag his laboring cock out almost to the crown, then thrust it back in, out again, in again, and one more time until he felt her quivering inner muscles begin to spasm again. At last he lay completely still, buried in her to the hilt while he felt the hot juice of her cum flow again. Her body was a living, machine-like instrument that threatened to devour him, and he thought with pleasure about how much he loved to be devoured in just that way.
Moments later, he put a hand to Sundae's damp forehead, then caressed her dark blonde hair. She was in that satiated state of drowsiness that comes only after the release of a completely satisfying cum; half sleep, half sweet remembrances of the immediate past. He felt her stir, and pulled his long, flat cock out of her. He smiled down into her face just as she opened her eyes. "Well be married right away, of course?"
"Oh, sure," he said. "Right away."
Sundae sat up, conscious of too many things all crowding in on her at once. There she was, reflected in the mirrors, naked as a jaybird and not even trying to cover it. Everything seemed so natural, she thought with surprise. She had been under the impression that she'd be afraid to look him in the eyes afterwards. Then she remembered Joan. "Your sister! What she must think of me! I hope she didn't hear me when I yelled like that."
"The place is soundproof, darling," said Rex.
"But where did she go? I mean, where did she disappear to?" Sundae thought she had a pretty good idea where Joan had disappeared to. To her own room, because now that it was all over and done with, she had a distinct feeling that she'd been set up. Right after she'd digested that idea, she gulped and looked over to where Rex was getting back into his clothes. She wondered how many times he had picked up young, innocent girls and carted them off to his big old mansion, using his sister to help get him a piece of ass. She was very close to tears, and she kept remembering the casual, offhand way he'd answered her when she'd murmured stupidly about getting married right away. Now she wished she hadn't said anything of the kind, even though she was positive that she still loved him. She sighed and asked which door led to the bathroom, feeling all of the sins and foolish hopes of every other girl who was in Revel's past around her young shoulders.
"That one," answered Rex. The look he gave her was inquiring. He started to ask her why she'd sighed and why she suddenly looked as though she were ready to burst into tears, but she trotted off to the bathroom before he had a chance to speak. When she did open the bathroom door, she turned such a look of cold hatred on him that he shivered. He countered the icy look with a bright smile. "Why the gloom? Why the cold front? Christ, if I were not made of sturdy stuff, I'd freeze to death right in this room."
"You made a fool out of me, Revel Davis. You made me feel sorry for you because of that short lifeline in your palm! Then you took advantage of me. Well, I'm not going to be taken in by you again." She sniffed, tossed her pretty little head and started to put her clothes on.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He knew what the hell she was talking about, but once he'd encountered another girl whose personality was much like Sundae's. She'd had some pretty sharp knees. He winced, just remembering that experience.
"You aren't going to marry me," she sobbed.
"Oh, Christ, I-now, listen, don't carry on like that." There were times when Rex Davitts didn't want to feel like an A-number-1 shit-heel. Right then was one of those times. Just as unpleasant to him was the thought of getting married. It occurred to him that this entire scene just wasn't real. He knew she'd been a virgin. His eyes flicked to the sheet with the tell-tale drops of blood on it, mute evidence that he'd broken her cherry. But just the same it seemed to Rex that she ought to have been more worldly than all that! "Christ, this is the twentieth century!"
"What's that got to do with it?" Sundae's beautiful eyes were even more beautiful when they shone with unshed tears. She leveled them at him for a second, then shrugged. "Forget it, will you? What an idiot I was." Her voice changed as she reached around in back and zipped her dress up. "I know what happened. You saw me in the hotel and right away you decided you wanted a piece of ass. Isn't that what men call it when it doesn't mean anything? A piece of ass, like they say a piece of meat or a piece of paper. And you knew I wasn't a chippie. Or a whore. Because chippies and whores don't stay in that hotel. So you set up this meeting with your sister, who probably has helped you along lots of times when you see some ass that appeals to you! Well, take me back to my hotel and I hope I never see you again, you hear me? It's just a good thing I have a good job-and that I need the money. Otherwise, I'd go back home to Atlanta where at least I know people. The Davis family! Oh boy! Why, you aren't even as nice as poor old Glen Stokes from back home, and he's never been close to the kind of people you were brought up with."
Rex swallowed, wondering how Sundae would react when she found out that not only was his name not Revel Davis, but that he was the junior partner in a fuck-film industry. He wondered also how he was always getting himself into these messes. But of course he knew, he thought with a lift of his spirits. They'd make a fortune with Sundae Chevalier. She had the build for it and she had the right kind of battery for it. He knew there would be others who would turn her on just as he had, and his only regret was that he couldn't always be the one to do it.
Sundae didn't say a word all the way back to the hotel. She kept thinking about how nice Mr. Corbin was. The fact that he was an older man and balding made her feel even better, because she was sure he would have a fatherly feeling for her instead of a lascivious one. When Rex drew his car up alongside the curb at her hotel, she didn't wait for him to go around and open the door. Instead, she lifted her chin and stepped out, accepting the doorman's hand with a pleasant smile. Nor did she look back as she ran to the revolving doors. It wasn't until she was upstairs in her room that she gave in to the sobs that had threatened to break through the barrier of her pride. Falling across the bed, she cried and cried and cried. Then she sat up, blew her nose and wiped her eyes and grated out one word. "Asshole."
As soon as Rex and Sundae were safely out of the house, Julian and Joan packed up all the equipment and took it to Julian's car. When they were in San Francisco, Julian drove Joan to her apartment, then wasted no time about getting the exposed film to the studio where he instructed the young technician who worked nights to get it ready for viewing the next day. "We've got to dub in sound for the most part, but I want this in a hurry." It didn't take Julian long to drive to Rex's apartment where he was pleased to see his car in the driveway. A great big smile was on his face when Rex Davitts opened the door. "Jesus, Rex, we've honest-to-God done it. That girl is going to make us so rich we'll be able to stuff snatches with caviar and eat it out if we're of a mind to. And all our girls can take champagne douches. Cheeee-rist"
"The Chickus Atlantus is madder than hell," said Rex as he made Julian a drink.
"Madder than hell?" Julian scratched his balls and gave Rex a puzzled look. "What the hell's she got to be mad about? She got her bell rung for her, didn't she? I mean, no shit, Rex, you really know how to get right in there and make the old cunny vibrate. What a lay! I mean it was a beautiful thing to watch, Rex. Of course there was that time when you started laying it on a little heavy; I mean, shit, man, the men who buy our films-don't want any Romeo and Juliet stuff, they don't want to be bothered with all that talk, they want to watch a lot of fucking. But when you got to it, you fucked, boy. I mean to tell you, you really fucked that little old Southern doll all the way and then some. So what's she got to be mad about?"
"She thinks I'm a bastard. A turd. Of the first water."
Julian beamed. "Then you already told her how it really is? Boy, you're a genius. I didn't think you'd lay it on her about what we expect of her right off the bat, but now that you have-"
"No, shit no. It's worse than that. I mean, I didn't tell her anything about the fuck pictures. She's mad because we aren't going to get married. She feels like she's been bamboozled, I guess. And get this, Julian, sweetie," Rex said as he put his face quite close to Julian's. "She informed me that it was a good thing she had a good job-otherwise she'd be tempted to leave here, and go on back to Atlanta. Yeah, and she said she also needed the money. Goddamn. What I'm afraid of is, I'm afraid she's going to balk when she finds out what we want her to do."
"You mean she's genuine? She's not putting on an act? You mean she actually thought you meant it when you said you'd marry her? Jesus, nobody means it when they ask a chick to marry them. Nobody in their right mind, at least."
"Julian, you aren't thinking. You aren't getting the picture. Anybody that's so straight-laced they go all to pieces just because they've been balled, for Chrissake, they aren't going to do the things we had in store for her. Like fucking monkeys. And dogs and things. I mean, Julian, I don't care how much money her old lady stole from that bank, this chick isn't going to go that route." .
"Well, shit." Julian's face fell into hard lines. "I knew it all along, you bastard, remember I told you over the phone I was sick and tired of you hiring these virgins that turn out to be...."
"She was a virgin," growled Rex. "You said you were sick and tired of me hiring people over the telephone coming up with notions about them maybe being a virgin. Only now that we've finally got one-how the hell can we use her? We can't make another film of her losing her cherry. You only lose that once. And we're paying that little cunt's hotel bill!"
"Something else is eating away at you. I can just tell," said Julian glumly. "Might as well tell me the rest of it."
"It's this feeling I've got."
"No more of that fucking E.S.P. shit!"
"No, now, really, you've got to listen to me. I've got this feeling that if she walks into the building and sees me there she'll turn her pretty little tail right around and walk to hell out forever."
"We've got too much invested in her. The plane ticket. The hotel bill. Jesus." Julian's eyebrows were drawn together in a deep frown. He snapped his fingers. "Well, we'll just have to see to it that you stay out of the office for a while. Until she gets broken in."
"Meantime, how are we going to break her in?"
Julian paced the room for a while. About five minutes later, he whirled around on his heel and pointed his finger at Rex. "I've got it!" You marry her!"
"You're out of your ever-lovin' gourd!"
"No I'm not. Be reasonable, Rex."
"Me be reasonable! You idiot, she thinks I'm Revel Davis, of the Boston Davis Family."
"So what? Tell her you were so floored by all that ravishing beauty when you first saw her on that elevator or wherever the hell you saw her that you were afraid she'd not give the time of day to an ordinary guy named Rex Davitts. Or better, marry her under the phony name. Anything. Just marry her. That way, you can keep on screwing her and we can keep on making pictures of her getting it." Julian grew expansive and a faraway gleam came into his eyes. "Think of it. We could name the first of the series, I'm referring to the little deal we pulled tonight, ah-let's see. How about Awakening of a Virgin?"
"Yeah."
"Then the next of the series, something like Repeat Performance."
"Yeah. But-"
"We can keep using her over and over. Each time you show her something new and different. Can you imagine her reaction, a real old-fashioned girl like this, when you go down on her? When you give her the first tongue-fucking she's ever had? When she first gets a taste of what it's like to have that big prick of yours crammed into her mouth all the way down to her Adam's apple?"
"Then what about the inevitable time I can see coming in your wild-assed schemes, Julian? I mean, what about when it gets to the orgies? What'll you name that one, The Diddlers Three?"
"Good title, my boy," said Julian without batting an eyelash. "Then, when we get to the point where she takes on animals, I can just see it. We could do a fairy tale series. Goldilocks and the Three German Shepherds. Little Red Riding Hood and the Russian Wolfhound. Sleeping Beauty and the Shetland Pony."
Rex ran his hands through his hair. "How do you think I'd be able to talk my own wife-even if she just thought she was my wife-into that sort of thing?"
"Why hell, Rex," answered Julian excitedly. "You'd build her up to it, of course. Go about it in a completely natural way just like you would any wife. By the time you got around to the orgies, she'd be a little balky at first, but she'd get the hang of it pretty soon and get to love it. They all do. And maybe we could sort of spring the animals on her. Do it in such a way that she wouldn't notice it."
"NOT NOTICE IT! Listen, Julian, I've always known you to get an idea into your head and you go a little crazy, but you can't really mean you honest-to-God believe a chick isn't going to notice it when some big DOG sticks his dong into her?"
Julian flung his arms around in the air and spoke rapidly. "Something'll turn up to make things work out all right. It always does."
Rex shook his head. It was all right for him to believe that something would turn up to make things turn out all right, but when Julian said it, his blood ran cold. Just the same, he knew that Julian would keep on arguing and painting pictures with his hands and his golden voice, and pretty soon he would realize he'd agreed to the entire deal. It always happened like that. Even at the time it was going on, even when he knew Julian was using the con artist's best tricks on him, he always ended up by doing it. He sighed and realized there was a lot of truth in the old saying that the very best salesmen make the best customers.
An hour later, the entire plan had been worked out. By dawn, Julian and Rex had made a deal with Bruce Kirtchner, an actor whose best asset was a thirteen-inch penis with a healthy curve in it. He made his living by appearing in gay films although he never put a penis in his mouth except in front of the cameras. Julian thought Bruce would make an excellent minister. For an appropriate setting, they planned to use a real church.
At exactly fifteen minutes till nine that morning, Rex Davitts was deep in the sleep of the just. Julian Corbin was explaining to his wife where he'd been all night long. A knock sounded on the outside of Sundae Chevalier's hotel room door and she unbolted it, unlocked it and stared suspiciously at an enormous basket of roses that appeared to be walking into the room. Behind the roses, the bellman's face was barely visible. "The table okay, Miss Chevalier?"
Only because of her early training was Sundae able to remember to tip the man, she was so stunned. When she took the card out of the little white envelope, she was overcome. Through suddenly pale lips, she read the message over and over. "Will you marry me?" It was signed simply, 'R. D.'
Before she was fully dressed and ready to put in her first day at the studio of Wildwood Films Incorporated, the bellman knocked again. When Sundae opened the door for the second time, she was astounded to see the bellman staggering under the weight of a Grecian urn. At least it looked like a Grecian urn to Sundae. Actually, it was a replica, but it was extremely heavy. The bellman put the urn on, the floor and straightened up. When he reached his full height, the urn was almost as tall as he was. Wordlessly, he pointed to the top of the urn, from which protruded a small chest made of what appeared to be gold. After Sundae tipped the bellman, she opened the chest and took out a small box and another note. The small box contained a glittering diamond in a Tiffany setting. It sparkled and shot off blue sparks when Sundae twisted it this way and that after she had it on her finger. She gasped with pleasure, realizing that it had to be at least a two-carat diamond. Actually, it was a two-carat Capra gem; but Sundae didn't know that. She took out the note and read, stunned:
The urn is for you to put my ashes in if you don't marry me. Sooner or later I'm going to die anyway; sooner, according to the short lifeline in my hand. Call me after five o 'clock. We can at least talk.
A telephone number was scrawled after the note, along with the familiar initials, 'R.-D.'.
"I guess," said Sundae as she admired the ring on her hand, "I had him figured out all wrong." She wished she could call her mother and talk to her. If she knew where she was, she thought, she'd call her and tell her all about everything. Well, not quite everything ... she wouldn't want her mother to know she had no right to wear that white dress she certainly planned to wear anyway. But she'd tell her mother she didn't have to worry about paying back that silly old bank a minute longer. Not with her daughter marrying into the Davis family of Boston! And for love, Mother, she'd add in absolute honesty. Because Sundae was sure she was madly in love with Revel.
Since she was going to be rolling in money before long, she didn't see any reason why she had to skimp on a few luxuries, so she took a cab instead of hassling with the trolley. At the Wildwood offices, she marched right in with her shoulder squared and her heart singing. The only reason she had bothered to come to work at all was because she'd promised. And a Chevalier's word was certainly his bond, she was thinking as she walked right up to the desk of that sweet little motherly-looking lady who sat behind the receptionist's desk.
CHAPTER SIX
Helen Farmdale looked up when she heard Sundae's light footstep in the hall. "Good morning, love," she sang out cheerily.
"Good morning. Is Mr. Corbin in?"
"Right now he's in conference," said Helen as she noted the sparkler on Sundae's finger. Since Helen had been the one to make the arrangements about sending the flowers and the urn and the ring, she knew the entire story. She would have known it anyway, because she was one of the major stockholders in the company and even such items as simulated diamonds and copies of urns had to pass Helen's approval. The company was far from being bankrupt, but Helen felt the state of solvency of Wildwood Films, Inc. was due only to her continual watchdog attitude toward the company coffers. Julian spent money like a drunken sailor and Rex was not far behind him. Julian's wife, Laura, was the only other stockholder in the company, and Laura went on wild spending sprees too often to suit Helen Farmdale. When Laura wasn't on one of her periodic spending binges, Helen admitted that she was conservative enough with money, but Helen felt she herself was the only predictably stable person in the company. Her only weakness was beautiful young women, and she usually managed to keep from lavishing them with anything more expensive than dinner and good wine. As she watched the luscious way Sundae's breasts curved under the thin fabric of her blouse, she licked her lips. The girl seemed nervous, Helen noted as she watched her pace around the room. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were brightly shining. Now and then she turned her back on Helen Farmdale, which afforded the older woman an excellent view of her firm buttocks and the backs of her long, graceful legs. Helen licked her lips again. She could imagine the way her tongue would feel when it roamed wetly in and out of that nice little crack in the girl's ass. In a conversational tone, Helen asked, "Do you think you'll like working here at Wildwood?"
"Welllll," Sundae said as she flopped down in a chair. "You see, something has come up ... rather suddenly." Sundae took in Helen Farmdale's motherly-looking figure. The nice friendly blue eyes and the thick, white hair. She wished again she could talk to her mother. It seemed to her that she simply must talk to somebody about the events that had occurred too rapidly.
Helen Farmdale was usually capable of saying the right thing at the right time. Tilting her head at an interested angle, she said in a gentle voice, "Are you upset about something, my dear?"
"Not exactly upset. More-excited, really. Here's the thing: I promised Mr. Corbin I would start to work here today. He's a very nice man, Mr. Corbin. At first I felt awful about letting someone take pictures of me in the nude, but then, after I'd talked to him for a while and understood that he wouldn't be the kind of man who would make-well, dirty pictures, I felt it would be all right. For a cause, you see. I just can't tell you about the reason why, but I do need money desperately. Part of it is because of my mother.'" She swallowed and knew she could never tell Helen about her mother's embezzlement. "She has to have a very expensive operation," she finally said. "Then last night I met a most charming man. Do you know the Davis family, of Boston?"
Helen Farmdale nodded her gray head and kept an encouraging expression on her face.
"Well, I guess it was love at first sight. At first, I thought it was just me-you know, that I was dazzled by such a handsome man, a member of a family that I've heard about all my life. But then this morning, I received this." She held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers in front of Helen's face. "It came by messenger," she said breathlessly. "To my hotel room, along with a proposal of marriage. And I love him so-he's all I've ever dreamed about! Only...."
"Only what, my dear?" asked Helen sympathetically.
"Only it all happened so fast, and I just wish I could talk to my mother."
Helen Farmdale nodded again. Out of her blue eyes she continued to look at Sundae with sympathy and understanding while her mind wheeled and jerked backward and forward:
Why those rats-assed sonsofbitches, the very idea! To shaft such a darling girl ... with those boobs and that ass and that lovely face ... young and adorable and mixed up. And vulnerable. I ought to fix their asses for them, BUT GOOD!
Sundae's story was not new to Helen. She'd been awakened early in the morning and instructed by Julian Corbin to order the ring and things and she'd recognized Sundae's name when she heard it. The expenses hadn't seemed out of line at the time and she hadn't balked, realizing that it was necessary to spend money to make money. She'd asked a few intelligent questions and found out that Julian and Rex planned to make the little thing believe she was marrying into money-in fact, to believe she was actually getting married; because Helen had been apprised of the mock ceremony her co-workers planned. Julian had described the de-flowering scene in full living color, and gone on to explain how they planned to further feather the company nest by shooting all forthcoming sex scenes in the darling girl's near future. Since Sundae had not been within the scope of Helen Farmdale's early morning vision, she had agreed shrewdly while her acute mind had computerized the future financial gains. But with the girl's lush beauty right in front of her, with those tits inches from Helen's hungry mouth, with the warmth and fragrance of her extreme youth right there in front of her eyes, Helen began to have more than one little nagging doubt about the wisdom of such a farce. She knew that Julian would soon be pushing the buzzer that would let her know he was ready to see Sundae. Julian's 'conference' would soon be over, Helen knew. Just as soon as, Julian got his morning rocks off, spang into the mouth of one of the girls who worked for the company. As soon as he had straightened himself up, he would ring for the girl and listen to her pretty tale of a sudden wedding. He would be nice. Very nice about letting her go. Because Helen knew about how far Sundae was going to be allowed to go. The fact that the girl would be unaware of all that money she would be making for the company didn't matter to Helen. There was, she decided on the spur of the moment, a matter of integrity involved here. The idea of integrity was so unusual to the way Helen Farmdale's mind usually worked that she had to pinch herself and ask herself silently if this thing was really happening. "Sweetheart," she said in her soft voice as soon as Sundae's voice ran down to a shy whisper, "I think you and I should have a little talk. Girl talk."
Gratefully, Sundae gave Helen a sunny smile.
"But not here," said Helen in a husky voice. "Well go to the coffee shop downstairs."
Just then the buzzer sounded. Julian's voice rasped in Helen's ear. "She here yet?"
"Not yet," said Helen smoothly. "I'll buzz you as soon as she gets here, though." Then she stood up, took Sundae's smooth young hand in her own and rushed the child out of the reception room. As she charged down the hall and gave the elevator a vicious punch with her index finger, Helen grinned maliciously. She imagined the way Julian would fidget, waiting for Sundae to come. She knew he would put in a call to the girl's hotel and find out she'd left some time ago. Then he'd fidget some more and finally buzz the reception room, bawling like a wounded calf in a hailstorm. "Helen," he'd say, "where do you suppose that little cunt is?" But Helen wouldn't be there. She'd be in the coffee shop with this little precious jewel of a girl, explaining the facts of life and the lewdness of men to this angel-girl. From there, Helen felt it would be a simple step to talking the sweet child into sharing her posh apartment. From there, it would be just a simple blink of the eye to make this darling girl want to share her bed and all the good things Helen liked to do for young tasty girls. Maybe, she decided with a shade of horror at what was going through her mind, she'd even give the poor little darling the fifteen thousand dollars she needed to keep her mother out of jail. Parting with all that money wasn't something that Helen would want to do, but the idea occurred to her along with the learned knowledge that gratitude is usually a strong chain that binds-for a little while.
In the quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop, Helen let Sundae have it, bell, book and candle. Although she had a hard time doing it, she kept her voice low, her attitude sweet and sincere and her entire demeanor was one of motherly interest. The rest, thought Helen, would come later. Once she had Sundae securely tucked away in her own lavish apartment.
Sundae's mind was a maze of disbelief at first, then growing alarm and anger fought neck and neck for a while before a cold contempt set in. Single words blended together and stabbed at her where it hurt.
Not Revel Davis?
Rex Davitts?
Instead?
Dirty, filthy?
Lewd pictures, their intent?
That nice man, that wonderful older man, Julian? No! No! Impossible!
But wait. Miss Farmdale was saying something about proving it to her. Throughout the entire ten minutes or so of Helen's disclosure, Sundae responded with silence. It was broken only after Helen leaned back and let a cigarette, saying, "So there you have it in a nutshell."
"But you said you could prove it," said Sundae, who still preferred to believe this sweet little old middle-aged lady, who seemed so sincere in her intent, was insane. She looked at the ring that sparkled on her finger. "You said you could prove it with this ring."
"Of course. That's no diamond. That's one of those cleverly made imitations."
"But it looks so real!"
"There's another way I can prove it," said Helen. "Forget about the ring. Come on back to my office. I'll show you a picture of your wonderful Revel Davis and prove to you that he's really Rex Davitts."
Stumbling only slightly, Sundae accompanied the older woman to the elevator, then up to the nice, conventional-looking offices. A bevy of blonde girls were standing in front of Helen's empty desk. They all looked alike to Sundae, and they all spoke exactly the same words to Helen. They wanted to see Julian. Or Rex.
"Rex isn't in this morning," said Helen. "But you can see Julian." She smiled at them all benignly. "Just go right on in, girls. Julian isn't doing a thing in this world." Then quickly, Helen Farmdale yanked a manila envelope out of a file and flipped it at Sundae. "There. Just take out that folder and take a good look at that glossy eight by ten."
With shaky fingers, Sundae pulled papers out of the envelope, then the studio picture. Her eyes widened as she took in Rex's handsome features, the dark hair, dark mustache and soulful expression. Then she dropped her glance down to the lower right hand corner and read, With all my love, Rex Davitts.
"And this is his 'sister.' Joan." Helen thrust another envelope at Sundae. "She's not his sister any more than I'm his grandmother. Joan's a suck artist."
Sundae pulled another glossy eight by ten out of the envelope and looked at a naked picture of the girl who had passed herself off as Joan Davis. She glanced at the application for employment, and recognized it, dimly, as the same kind of deal she'd filled out herself. She stamped her foot and started to run out of the office, her heart feeling very much as though it were breaking.
Helen Farmdale followed her. She caught up with Sundae at the bank of elevators. "Now just calm down, dear," she said in her loving mother voice. "Just take it easy. We'll go to my place. They'd never think of looking for you there. You go downstairs and wait for me in the drugstore, and I'll make some kind of excuse to Julian, then I'll be right there. Don't you worry your pretty head about a thing, lovey. I have a plan that'll help you out of the jam your mother's in, and I'm sure you'll love it."
Sundae wanted to get herself as far away from Wildwood Films and everyone connected with it as she could. If it wasn't for Helen, she told herself as she held back the sobs that threatened to wrack her body, she would simply go back to her hotel, check out and disappear. But she felt she owed it to the kind, middle-aged lady who had leveled with her to at least behave in a civilized fashion. Besides, she thought with a jolt of fear, she didn't have any money with which to pay her hotel bill. She hadn't worried about it before, because she'd been given to understand that the tab would be picked up by the film company. So, although she still wanted to bolt and run, to flee the scene of such heartbreak, she knew she could never run out on a hotel bill. She hadn't been brought up to behave like a common petty thief, she thought with a determined lift of her chin.
Soon Helen came down to the drugstore. Sundae gratefully followed her out to the parking lot where Helen got behind the wheel of an expensive car. Sundae wasted no time in stating her worries. "I don't even have enough money to pay the hotel bill."
"Don't you worry about a thing," said Helen. "I'll see to it that Julian takes care of that hotel bill."
Gratitude swept through Sundae's heart and as Helen Farmdale drove along she could fairly feel Sundae's emotions. A pleased smile formed on her sensuous lips. By the time she had reached her apartment, she knew things would fall into the shape she wanted them to. As soon as she had shown Sundae through the spacious, lovely rooms, she said, "I have a plan concerning that money you need, dear. For your mother."
A tiny bell of warning rang in Sundae's head. "What's that?"
"Well, I need a private secretary. If you'll promise to stay with me for two years and work very hard, I'll give you the fifteen thousand in advance."
"Private secretary! But I can't type. I can't take dictation. Miss Farmdale, I'd do anything to get my mother out of trouble, but I can't do that when I don't even know what private secretaries do except the things that I can't."
"We'll send you to a secretarial school," said Helen smoothly. "Then you'll know. I'll pay the expenses. They aren't much." She clutched her hands together in an attempt to keep them from reaching out and stroking Sundae's rich, youthful curves.
"But why should you be so good to me?" Sundae looked at her in abject gratitude.
Helen's tongue was tingling. She couldn't keep her mind off of how it would feel once she'd stuck her tongue inside Sundae's tight little box. More than anything else in this world, she wanted to take all that lush young womanhood in her arms and crush it to her heavy breasts. But she knew the time was not ripe, so she pulled herself together with a great effort and told Sundae a sad story about once having a young sister who had 'gone bad.' "Because of men," she added-spitefully. "Not a one of them is fit for killing. That's why I've never married. They do all sorts of terrible things to women and then-" She cut herself off, realizing she was getting carried away. She compressed her lips together and told Sundae she had to get back to the office, to make herself comfortable.
"Have you got a picture of your sister?"
"What sis-oh, my sister's picture!" Helen brought herself up short just as she was about to say the wrong thing. "Oh, no. When she died, I couldn't bear to keep anything of hers around. It just hurts too much, you understand? She was a suicide, you know. Because of a broken heart, poor child. Now, do make yourself right at home. As soon as I can, I'll leave the office and well withdraw the money from my account. Wire it to the bank where your mother .worked, so you can stop worrying about her. Yes! That's exactly what we'll do."
Then Helen was gone and Sundae was left all alone in the apartment. Something kept bothering her. Something she couldn't quite grasp when she put her mind to it. After she had taken a long, luxurious bath in Helen's sunken tub, she found a negligee in the. guest bedroom closet that almost fit her. She put it on, combed her hair and continued to wonder what it was about Helen-or something about Helen or what she'd said. That kept worrying at her. At last, while she was getting herself some milk and cookies, it came to her. She hadn't told Helen the exact truth about why she needed that money. Instead, she'd said she i needed the money to pay for her mother's operation ... so therefore, Helen must have learned about the business with the bank from some other source.
The nightmare events of the past evening and the things Sundae had learned during the day kept pressing in on her. She felt burning hot at times, then icy cold at others, and very confused. But regardless of how confused she was, she knew she had to find out more about Helen Farmdale before she committed herself to attending secretarial school, accepting fifteen thousand dollars and promising to remain with Helen for two years. Reluctantly, Sundae started looking into dresser drawers, the tops of closets and anywhere else she thought she might find something revealing about the woman who apparently knew too much about her.
She found a lot of things, but not because Helen Farmdale was stupid enough to leave things lying carelessly about the premises. All of Helen's playthings were under lock and key. Sundae was an expert at unlocking cabinets and doors. Back in the days when she had gone to exclusive summer camps, she had learned how to break into cupboards and cabinets where such delicacies as cookies, candy and marshmallows were stored with the expertise of a second-story cat burglar. She had a fine ear and a pair of sensitive hands, and since there was no time like the present, she saw no reason why she shouldn't set up the projector she'd found stored on the closet floor in plain sight and run off a few reels of film. Of course she didn't bother about looking at the film that was stored out in the open. Instead, she chose the cans that had been placed under lock and key; and although she wasn't surprised, she was more than a little horrified. As she watched reel after reel of lesbian lovemaking unfold before her eyes, she realized that Helen was obviously the partner in charge of the gay scene. Now and then Sundae flashed back to a particularly arousing scene between the older woman and a svelte young girl. Her pussy was swollen with the heat of desire and she was honest enough with herself to realize she hadn't been untouched by the erotica. On the other hand, the still photographs that showed Helen brandishing little thin whips against soft, tender young female hide left her cold, even angry. And frightened. "The old bitch," she said out loud. "The old bitch-bitch-birch!" Then she carefully put everything away and composed herself.
Under the circumstances, she decided after several moments of soul-searching, it was more appealing to go through with the sham marriage Helen had described to her than to submit her sweet young flesh to an older woman's grasping tongue and vicious hands. Some of those pictures continued to haunt her. She had no desire to submit to even playful love taps. As she remembered the cruel lashes she'd seen on the seductive flesh of girls named Jennifer, Betty and Kathleen, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that such brutal treatment under the hands of Helen Farmdale was something she couldn't tolerate. By the time she had come to that conclusion, Sundae had a distinct gleam in her eye. When Helen Farmdale arrived, Sundae was ready for her. She didn't think the old bat would start right in with the whips and chains, and she wanted that fifteen thousand dollars Helen informed her she had tucked away in her purse. One night, she figured, wouldn't hurt her any, and then she'd decide what she'd do next.
Morning came and Helen shut off the alarm and dragged herself out of bed. Sundae opened one eye and looked at the double dildo that rested obscenely on the night table. She sniffed. It still smelled of womancum, even though the jazz-juice had dried and little flakes of it had settled all over the top of the polished table like dandruff. Wisely, Sundae pretended to be sound asleep when Helen left for the office of Wildwood Films.
As soon as she thought it was wise, Sundae sprang out of bed, checked to make sure the cashier's check for fifteen thousand dollars was where she'd put it after Helen gave it to her, and headed for the bathroom. The first thing she did was brush her teeth, trying not to gag at the crinkly gray pussy hair that had become hung up between a couple of molars. After her bath and her usual care with hair and cosmetics, Sundae dressed in a pair of pale green slacks with matching top she found in Helen's guest room closet and headed for her hotel. She wasn't in the least surprised to find her bill paid and the receipt on her dresser. Settling herself in a luxurious chair, she dialed the telephone number where Rex Davitts had said he could be reached. When he answered the telephone, she purred her name, her eyes dancing with pleasure as she explained why she hadn't called the day before.
"We've been worried sick about you, darling," said Rex.
"We?" Through Sundae's mind danced a vision of Julian Corbin as described by hungry Helen. "That little bastard was so freaked out when he realized you had flown the coop that he turned this peculiar shade of yellow, then he got all spotty. He didn't even have his regular girl come in and suck him off over the noon hour. He just sat there behind his desk making telephone calls all over town. Then Rex came in. Neither one of them thought to ask me if I knew where you were until late in the afternoon. Of course I said I hadn't seen you."
"Besides you, who is 'we'?" Sundae asked again. And she was pleased to hear a distinct gulping sound before Rex answered.
"Why, my sister and I were both very worried about you, Sundae," he said after a second. "I had hoped you'd call me. Prayed you'd call me, in fact. I mean, we did plan to be married, didn't we?"
"It came as a surprise, Revel," said Sundae sweetly. "I mean, the last thing we discussed was marriage-right after we left the lovely home you and your sister share. And you didn't seem at all interested. So, even though I didn't want to face it, I accepted your attitude. Then, when the ring came yesterday and the flowers and all ... well, I felt I just had to get off to myself and think about it for a while."
"Ummmmm. And now that you've thought about it?" Rex's voice was warm and charming.
"Why, of course, darling," said Sundae dreamily. "And I'll leave all the arrangements to you." She hung up as soon as he told her he was on his way over to her hotel and started singing her own words to the tune of Oh, What a Beautiful Morning:
All the arrangements are up to you
Except the choice of the minister
You'll never know until it's too late
That you-hoo and I-hiiii, are wed
She didn't have very long to make her own little arrangements, but then it didn't take her long, either. While going through the possessions she'd brought from Atlanta, Sundae had come across her mother's address book. She remembered packing it when she'd hurriedly left Atlanta, with the idea that she might be able to find someone listed there who could give her her mother's address. There were three names in the address book of people who had San Francisco addresses. One was a Methodist minister. Sundae had never met the man, but she'd heard her mother talk about him often enough. She called him and identified herself, and he did just as she had supposed she would. He invited her to his home for lunch. His wife was a motherly sort, who was just as thrilled at the idea of performing Sundae's wedding ceremony as her husband was. The Reverend Fitzgerald had performed the ceremony for Sundae's parents. When she left the house, Sundae smilingly told the minister and his wife that she would keep in touch, just as soon as she and her groom had decided upon the details she would let the minister know.
There was still one minor wrinkle in her plan. As yet, she hadn't been able to find out who the fake minister was that Rex had planned to use for the ceremony.
CHAPTER SEVEN
By the next morning, Sundae was able to wangle out of Rex the information she needed. She told him flatly that it didn't seem reasonable of him to expect her to not be curious about what day she'd be married. "After all, I have to get my wedding dress ready."
"I thought you already bought it," he said.
"I did. But it has to be altered. It's too big in the waist. And you know how dressmakers are. She'll take her good old sweet-natured time if I don't set an actual date!"
He finally told her. Then she kept at him until he told her which church. After she called the real minister, Reverend Fitzgerald, Sundae paid a call on Helen Farmdale. She didn't go to the studio, of course. She was waiting at the front door with a great big sunny smile when Helen drove home from work.
Helen put her hands on her hips and gave Sundae a glowering look. "I understand you're going to go right ahead with the wedding."
"That's right," said Sundae as she followed Helen into her elegant living room.
"Well, don't say I didn't lay it on you," said Helen in a tight voice. "I told you just exactly how it would be. A fake minister, an assumed name, the works. It's no skin off my ass, of course, but I certainly do hate to see anyone taken for a ride like that."
"Don't worry about it, Helen," said Sundae as she pulled several grapes off a pedestal dish that graced Helen's living room coffee table. "I know what I'm doing."
"Maybe you do," said Helen. She stepped out of her shoes and fastened her eyes on Sundae's fresh young breasts. "That was a shitty thing you did to me, though. I thought you'd be here when I came home from work that night. You didn't even leave a note."
"I don't really dig females, Helen," said Sundae gently. "I mean, it was nice and all that, but it wasn't-just isn't my cup of tea."
"Clabbered milk, you mean." Helen took off her jacket and sat down on the sofa where she stretched out her legs and contemplated her stockinged feet.
"What do you mean by that?" Sundae honestly had no idea what Helen had meant by her remark.
Helen gave her a tired look. "Clabbered milk?" You mean you don't know? No, I guess not. I forgot about how you were brought up, so sheltered and all ... and I guess the jingle shows my age. Well, I'm old. Especially today." She shook her head sadly and lit a cigarette. Through a cloud of smoke, she said, "It's just an old jingle. From out of my ancient childhood. It goes:
Old lady Titchy backer,
Sailing down the stream,
Her ass full of buttermilk.
Her cunt full of cream.
She used to have a lot of fun,
Long, long ago.
With pretty maids to milk her
Standing in a row.
But now she's got a curdled cunt
Instead of rich sweet cream.
And now she sits alone at night
Haunted by a dream.
Facing east and facing west, Sundae interrupted. "That's enough." She had her hands flat against her ears. "I don't want to hear any more of it."
"Oh, there's a lot more," said Helen. "It's all about this woman who liked young girls and they-I'll take a bath. Then well play house a little. That's what you came for, isn't it?"
"No." Sundae's voice trembled a little, because she wasn't at all sure of herself. "I didn't come for that. I want you to tell me the name of the man who plans to marry us. The one that's going to be the preacher."
"Why should I tell you that?" Helen Farmdale's eyes were full of venom. She reached over and grasped Sundae's left breast in her hand, brutally squeezing it. "You little cunt! You took what-you wanted from me and then you left. You used me. Cunt! CUNT!"
Tears stung Sundae's eyes. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice level in spite of the excruciating pain in her breast. "Let go. And youll tell me. You'll tell me the name of that phony minister and give me his address, too."
"You aren't fooling me, cunt. You're scared shitless." Helen's voice rasped and she spoke between her teeth. But the vicious hold she had on Sundae's breast relaxed. Suddenly her face broke into a thousand little sagging lines and furrows. She sobbed, her eyes grotesque with shame as she blubbered nauseatingly, pleading all the while for Sundae to be good to her. Her hand lovingly stroked the girl's nipple, the fingers flipping back and forth across the hardening tips. Her breath was hot against Sundae's cheeks as she grinned hideously and put her mouth inches from Sundae's. "Come on, sweetheart. Be nice, lambikins, you can't leave me alone, can you? You like it-you love it! You know old Helen knows how to make a sucked pussy want to turn flip-flops."
"Leave me alone!" shouted Sundae. Remembering what she had done with that dirty old woman made her want to vomit.
"LEAVE ME ALONE, BULLSHIT! HOW ABOUT THAT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS I GAVE YOU, YOU BITCH?"
"I'm keeping it, Helen. For a loan. I'll pay you back as soon as Rex gives it to me."
"Ha. That asshole won't give you any money. He's just like all the rest of the pricks with ears walking around this earth. Thinks just because he's got a great big pecker all he has to do is fart at them off-key and women will come flocking to him from the whole fucking universe!" She finally took her hand away from Sundae's breast and reached for her cigarette.
"You're going to tell me who that man is that's going to perform the wedding ceremony," said Sundae quickly. She stood up and tried not to allow Helen to see how her hands were shaking. "You see," she said after she'd drawn a "deep breath, "I think it wouldn't be too comfortable for you at Wildwood Films if they knew you'd blown the whistle on them."
Those fuckers. What do I care what Julian and Sexy Rexy think about me? I own a third of that company and they aren't going to buy me out."
"You won't be able to do much controlling-or enjoying young pussy, either, Helen. Not if you're in the penitentiary."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Helen's eyes were wary. Her face grew gray and the harsh lines, shadows and age spots looked much deeper.
"There's a young girl. Her name is Kathleen. Did you know she died as a result of those welts you put on her back?" Sundae was gambling boldly and playing her last card. She'd seen several girls' pictures in Helen's files. Many of them had been photographed in various sexual positions, with the dildo, without the dildo, with a double dildo, with vibrators and other artificial paraphernalia. There had been pictures of girls who had been chained down, held by ankles and wrists, and other girls who had simply stood still while Helen used a whip or a belt on their tender flesh. Some of the pictures had captions written in white ink against the black part of the shiny photographs. There had been Kathleen, Jennifer, Betty and Luanna who had been portrayed over and over in various poses depicting sadism and masochism, and Sundae was doing nothing but making a stab in the dark when she uttered the name, "Kathleen."
For a moment, Helen Farmdale continued to stare contemptuously at Sundae. She even managed a harsh laugh. "You're lying," she finally ground out.
"No I'm not." Again, Sundae drew a deep breath. "I realize you didn't mean to hurt her badly, Helen. But you see, those welts didn't heal properly. They became infected, and the poor girl finally went to the hospital. It was too late, of course. But I can see why she waited so long about going. I'm sure she was ashamed of the part she'd played in your games. But don't you see, Helen? Since you were the one who caused those welts on her back in the first place, you'd be held responsible for her death."
"But that little bitch liked it when I hit her with that belt. She loved it! She came buckets, I tell you! You've got to believe me! I never hurt any of those broads unless they wanted to be hurt. Died? Died! I didn't know she died. Nobody told me."
"Under the circumstances, Helen," said Sundae, pushing her advantage now that she realized she had one for sure. All along, she'd been terrified with fear because she had no way of knowing where the masochistic Kathleen was at this time. For all she knew, she had thought worriedly, Kathleen could be tied up spread-eagled in Helen's bedroom, where she'd remained all day long while Helen was at work. But even though she hadn't learned to type at college, she'd learned a lot about certain types of behavior, and she had doubted if the girl named Kathleen had remained with her lady lover very long. Few did. "So I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go to the police and tell them I know how Kathleen got those terrible wounds on her back, now would you, Helen? So don't you think you'd better tell me the name of this man who intends to pretend to perform my wedding ceremony?"
When Sundae left Helen Farmdale's apartment, she had the information she had wanted. It was somewhat easier for her to convince the man that it would be doing himself a disservice if he performed that ceremony.
As soon as she had all the loose ends tied up, Sundae called Reverend Fitzgerald and told him when and where her wedding was to take place.
It was a beautiful wedding. Even the San Francisco weather cooperated. The air was cool without being cold, and there was no smog, no fog. Sundae cooperated, too, by making things easy on Rex. She knew it would be difficult for intimate bedroom scenes to be filmed if she held out for a honeymoon in, say, the south of France or Rio de Janeiro, so she sweetly suggested that they remain at home in the mansion. Joan Galloway, who was still playing the part of Rex's sister, got carried away and cried real tears. Julian was nowhere in sight, but another cameraman from Wildwood Films was. Sundae had not objected when Rex explained to her smoothly that he wanted a few movie shots made of the wedding. Secretly, she hoped that when the film was finally put together she'd get a chance to see it. She'd never had any desire to be a motion picture star, but she felt the film was going to be rather special. On the other hand, she hoped none of her friends back in Atlanta ever saw it-or her. mother.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A week later, Sundae received a letter from Glen Stokes. It was to Glen that she had mailed the cashier's check Helen had given her. Glen told her he had not been able to locate her mother, but he'd hired a private investigator to look for her in Las Vegas, Reno and Lake Tahoe area. Meanwhile, he sent along a receipt for the fifteen thousand, and explained that the bank had been glad enough to have the money back. After he was finished with that part of his letter, he launched into a long and fatherly lecture about young sheltered girls who sometimes do the wrong things because of the right motives and ended with a bold demand that she return home immediately, because he couldn't quite believe that she had managed to earn fifteen thousand dollars in such a short period of time in any legal manner.
Sundae wrote back to Glen and said she hoped he would keep trying to find her mother. She explained that she had made the money in a legal manner and for him to not worry about her, and told him she wasn't born yesterday. After she had dropped the letter in the slot, Sundae checked her private post Office box once more to make sure she hadn't received another urgent letter from Glen during the time she'd stood at the desk inside the post office and answered the last one. Then she tripped lightly out of the building and got behind the wheel of Rex Davitt's car.
A life of sophisticated and carefree luxury was beginning to please Sundae very, very much. She enjoyed living in a mansion with Rex. Knowing that the mansion was a part of the studio property didn't bother her any more than knowing the cameras were trained on her and Rex every time they went to bed-which was often. She had begun to wonder if she might be a natural-born exhibitionist. She smiled as she drove toward the sunset, realizing that if she wasn't a natural-born exhibitionist, she certainly did take to playing a nasty little game as easily as a duck takes to water. It made her want to laugh out loud whenever she maneuvered Rex into a position of almost giving himself away. She did it by design, getting a thrill out of needling him. She knew he had no idea that she knew everything that was going on. At first she was afraid Helen might have told Rex and Julian both that she knew. But she finally realized Helen wasn't about to admit she'd been bilked out of fifteen thousand dollars in an attempt to screw the company out of their 'virgin.' When she drew up in the driveway, she made up her mind to play it extremely sweet, just the way the script called for. As she walked toward the house (now staffed with servants) she felt her pussy begin to hum in anticipation and her breasts swell even higher as she looked forward eagerly to the action that would soon take place in the bedroom.
Rex was nervous. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew something was out of joint somewhere. He and Julian were deep in conversation in the library of the mansion, with Rex attempting to explain his feelings to a disinterested Julian. "So shut up, already," Julian was saying with a wave of his hand. "So you've got this stupid little broad right where we want her. Listen, I saw the rushes of that last torrid session and omigod! That film-those shots would get the prick hard on a ninety-seven-year-old man that had been a corpse under the tundra for fifty years. The thing with man is, they all know women are like this, the bitches. But most of the ones men come into contact with are such frigid-acting little shits. Then they get a chance to see the way it is with a real, honest-to-God, in-the-flesh female with the right attitude about sex, and it give them hope, Rex. I mean, real, honest-to-God hope!"
"What the hell do you mean, the right attitude? If it wasn't for me, Sundae would be as cold as any other snowbound cunt. Quiet! Here she comes." Hurriedly, Rex left the library, making sure he had closed the door behind him. His smile was butter-melting when he took Sundae in his arms. Their lips met in a torrid kiss and she hunched her pelvis greedily against his loin, all the time making nice murmuring sounds of passion. When the kiss finally broke, Rex asked her where she'd been. She looked at him innocently. "Whys just where I said I'd be. Doing a little shopping. Where would you think I'd go? Surely you wouldn't think I'd lie to you, darling, not when we've been so open and honest with one another."
Rex felt that familiar sinking feeling again. The look she had turned on him was innocent as a lamb, but he couldn't get over the notion that down underneath a good portion of everything Sundae said to him was a double meaning of some kind. It happened again. Not so much in the actual words she used, but in her sudden gesture. "Revel, honey, do you feel a certain ah, well ... " She looked pensive and tilted her head to one side as if she might be listening to some distant music or something. He felt his scalp begin to prickle and rushed her out of the hall, away from the closed library. Away from the library, where he was afraid Julian might have forgotten to make sure the secret doorway that led to the upstairs bedroom was all the way closed. When he had Sundae inside their own bedroom, he asked her what she'd started to say.
Sundae fell onto the bed, kicking her pretty feet in the air and arching the toes. She smiled. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm sure. But sometimes I have a feeling that we aren't alone in this house."
"Alone?" Rex's voice was a little hollow. "Ha ha. Of course we aren't alone in. this big old place. We've got servants and-"
"Oh, I don't mean the servants, silly," said Sundae with a pixie smile. "Even when they've gone home for the night, I get the same feeling. Sometimes it's almost as if someone's hanging around close to where we are. Watching everything we do and listening to everything we say."
The cold wind of anxiety began to blow through Rex Davitts' body. He wished Julian could hear what she was saying right then, but he knew Julian was probably set up as usual, with just the cameras rolling and no sound at all. In ihat way, the technicians could dub in whatever conversation they thought suitable, something suggestive, certainly, that would lead to a thumping sex scene. But if Julian could hear her right then, he'd no doubt agree that either Sundae suspected something or else she was experiencing E.S.P. Suddenly her laughter trilled. "Don't pay any attention to me, love. I'm just being silly. I mean, of course a big old Victorian mansion like this probably has plenty of stories to tell, but houses can't talk, and it's doubtless just my imagination when I feel sometimes that we aren't all alone-like right now."
"What do you mean, like right now?" Rex casually lit a cigarette on the wrong end. The burning filter made a sickening stench. When he sat on the bed at Sundae's side, it was because he felt sill rubbery in the legs because of the angle of her face. She'd turned it so she was looking squarely into the two-way mirror on the other side of which Julian was busily getting all her little delectable actions on film. The actions included seductively, slowly, removing her dress. It had buttons that went all the way down to the hem of the skirt. When she shrugged her shoulders, the dress fell back to reveal her black lacy bra, a peek-a-boo job that allowed her nipples to show through. She turned this way and that, shoving out her boobs, tweaking the tips of them and smiling at the mirror.
"I mean, like right now, darling," she said as she took the elastic of her tiny little bikini panties in her two hands and pushed them down. "Like sometimes I feel as if that isn't me in the mirror." She pointed to it with one hand while the other one was gracefully sweeping her pantyhose down and off one foot. The other part of her pantyhose was still on the other foot, but her twat was naked and wide open to the camera. "It's a little hard to explain, you know? But sometimes I feel that the girl in the mirror is somebody else. Not me, but somebody who looks like me. And not you, but somebody who looks like you! And like those two, that man and that woman who look like you and me, well, like they're watching us when we fuck."
"Oh." Rex was so swept with relief that he laughed nervously. He was also irritated because Sundae had pointed to the mirror. It was usually up to him to write the script. He couldn't imagine what he'd have to devise to cover that little innocent gesture on Sundae's part. Whatever he did, he was afraid it would look contrived.
"What are you thinking about, Revel?" Her voice was almost harsh, he noted.
"About-oh, about how adorable you are," he said smoothly. And when he looked at her round eyes, so shining with love and innocence, he was almost ready to think all the little things that she'd just said to him were in complete innocence-or at least simply coincidence. He was positive she had no way of knowing that most of the time Julian was in the other room through the mirror grinding away with the camera.
"What are you going to teach me tonight?" She looked at him sweetly, trustingly. "I liked last night. And yesterday afternoon. And yesterday morning. And guess what!"
"What?" He took her in his arms, his hands drinking in the smooth sweet curves of her.
"All the time I was out shopping, I kept wanting to be back here in bed with you, darling. I bet I'm the happiest wife in the world." She snuggled against his shoulder and he groaned, giving in to the delectable touch of her hand on his lurching cock.
"What would you like to do?" he finally said, very aware of the educated way she was now pumping his cock up and down. He'd taught her to put the palm of her hand on the crown, then to draw it away quickly. It felt very much like a pair of lips on the bulging crown. Not quite like lips, but that was something scheduled, he thought as he went back over the things he'd taught her so far.
His mind was filled with Sundae. The way she'd been right after the wedding, subdued and pensive, a beautiful creature all soft and glowing. She had been putty in his hands. In order not to frighten her, he'd kept things pretty straight in the sex department. The first night had included a great deal of foreplay, which had culminated in Rex mounting her and humping her in what he explained to her was a little old-fashioned way, but always good.
During the night, she had surprised him by bringing him awake in the sweetest way in the world. All by herself, she told him shyly, she had found out that she liked the touch of her lips against his cock. Not too much, she had hastened to explain. "Like I've heard about girls who suck it all the time, I wouldn't ever want to do anything like that! Especially if you'd go off in my mouth, ohhh-yyuck! I'd hate that. But you know, it's so nice and clean and sweet and all, I just thought you'd like to know I don't find it in the least repulsive to kiss it."
He had worked her up to a throbbing frenzy of arousal, then he'd gently turned her over and shoved it to her dog-fashion. In the mirrors there had been multiple reflections that showed hundreds of Sundaes on her hands and knees with hundreds of Rexes behind her with his hands on her hips. He had particularly enjoyed the taut way she held her back; the ripple of her flesh as she reached backward with her ass, taking all he could give her. He hadn't failed to appreciate the way she had looked in the mirrors and loved what she'd seen reflected there, either.
Now that he had her in bed again, he planned to make her take his cock in her mouth and suck him to orgasm. It seemed to Rex that she was a natural for it since she had awakened him during the night with her lips on it. He remembered the way she'd said she liked to touch it with her lips, but she wouldn't want him to go off in her mouth. But Rex had known other women who had said things like that to him. He had no way of knowing whether they had meant what they'd said at the time or not, but he had never seen a woman who didn't learn to appreciate the taste of semen. In fact, he thought with a secret sense of satisfaction, once they'd become accustomed to it, they couldn't get enough of it.
For a second, he allowed himself to remember all the girls who had pleased him by working over his long, ranging cock with their sweet hot lips. Even though Sundae was a late bloomer in the field of sexual learning, he was pretty confident that she would blossom into a joyful little cocksucker in time.
Sundae wondered what Rex was thinking about. For a shuddering moment, she had the distinct impression that his mind was on something else. To be more explicit, she was afraid his mind was on someone else. A girl. The idea made her feel insecure. Her arms went around him and she pressed her fresh young body tightly against his in an attempt to call him back from wherever he was. It worked. She could tell by the sudden tightening of his arms around her and the instant leaping of his cock where it was pressed, firm but not yet hard enough for penetration, against her belly. Just to know it was down there and getting harder and harder for her thrilled her. For a second, she felt ashamed of herself. She'd not planned for things to work out the way they had at all. When she'd first found out that Revel was really Rex Davitts and that he planned a sham wedding, she'd wanted only to pay him back at his own game. She'd thought she could shove all her earlier infatuation for him aside, but it hadn't worked out that way. Now that it was too late, she was beginning to have more than second thoughts about the trick she'd played on him. She wished somehow she could manage to make him love her the way she knew she loved him, but she was beginning to fear he was only interested in using her for his own pleasure and financial gain. In spite of her determination not to let him see how soft and vulnerable she was, she sobbed a little as she pressed herself against him, aware of an ancient sorrow that she somehow knew was the way it usually is with women. They're the ones who get hurt, she thought sadly. Men have always been the ones who take their pleasure and go free. Women's Liberation isn't going to change a damned thing, either. Oh, there won't be all the babies, because of The Pill. But men don't feel the same way as women and they never will.
She accepted Rex's kisses and returned them eagerly, loving the way his tongue filled her mouth. Sometimes she wondered if she had something wrong with her. It didn't seem normal to get so worked up over having his tongue in her mouth. But she couldn't help it. Sometimes when she closed her eyes and felt the thick length of his tongue stabbing deeply inside her lips, or when he pressed against her own tongue stabbing deeply inside her lips, or when he pressed against her own tongue with his and they had a little tug of war the way they were doing right then-she would cum right then. Her arms went around his shoulders tighter and tighter and she was dry humping, pushing her pussy as tightly against his groin as she could get it. She was washed with shame and felt as though her body was a traitor. No matter how hard she tried to be detached, she couldn't manage it. Grinding her teeth, she willed her flaming thighs to stop acting like a greedy animal, but there was no contest and she knew it. There was just no controlling the wild impulses that raced through her breasts and thighs, centering in the vortex of her pussy.
Suddenly Rex withdrew his mouth from hers and put her on her back. She settled back, no longer fighting herself. She knew he would suck her breasts and work over her pussy with his fingers. She'd even started saying the four letter words to herself and wasn't at all surprised when she thought, Now he's going to fingerfuck me, ohhhhhh!
With his lips pulling at her nipple and one hand milking the other one, she felt the familiar, but always pleasurable shock of electricity-like sparks fill her when his fingers made contact with her slit. It was already juicy and hot. He barely grazed the tip of her clit when she moaned and vibrated all up and down her body. She closed her eyes and anticipated each movement of his fingers, squirming and shivering as the unbridled lust rippled through her. When his middle finger dipped into her convulsing vagina she opened her mouth and cried out. "Ohhhhh, I love it!" But she knew there would be more and more delight before he mounted her. He always brought her right to the brink of madness, when she was sure she would do anything in order to get him to fill her raging cunt with his prick. She continued to hump up and down, riding against the joy he was creating with his thumb a steady caress at her clit and his index finger stabbing in and out of her cunt. Her anus quivered as his little finger snaked down the smooth flesh of her perineum. She gasped when he drew a little circle in the joy juice that was dripping from her vagina and lubricating the tight little rubbery ring of her anus. She could feel every little nerve respond to the teasing, tantalizing way he was just barely grazing the outside of her sphincter ring, creeping up on it, going round and round without missing a stroke of the other two fingers that were bringing her such joy. Her head jerked from side to side as she grated out an agonized, "Ohhhh, please, do all three of them!"
"Greedy little bitch," he whispered as he switched from one breast to another. But he kept teasing her with his little finger. It was still running around the edges of her puckered anus. Each time it rested against the tightly closed little hole she gasped out another plea. She adored the feeling it gave her when she was getting the three-way fingerfuck. Although she hoped she would never blurt it out in 'a moment of heady passion, she knew he could pick her up and carry her to a fiery furnace when he had inserted all three fingers into her quivering bottom; that he could throw her right into the flames and she'd never utter a protest. Such thoughts didn't bother her at the time it was actually happening to her. It was only afterwards, when she went over each erotic thing he did to her, step by luscious step, that she was ashamed of the animal way she'd felt.
He stopped sucking on her nipples and she felt an acute sense of loss. There was something utterly devastating about the way she felt when she was filled with his fingers and at the same time knew the heavy pull of his lips on her nipples. It was, she thought silently, almost as good as actually fucking, but not quite. It made her hold the joy juice inside her body, but at the same time fell almost as if she were actually cumming.
Rex propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. "Open your eyes, Sundae," he said softly. She fluttered them open and gazed into his. "Say it, Sundae. Tell me what you want."
"Put your-uh, oh...." It was hard for her to speak the words when he was slowly milking her clit and thrusting deeply inside her cunt with his finger. And he hadn't stopped the tantalizing movement of his little finger against her anus, either. "I want your finger in my anus!" she finally gasped.
"You want your asshole fucked," he said just as softly as he'd spoken before. "Say it. Say you want your ass fucked."
She knew she would do anything. Anything! But it took her a second to get the words out, she was so overcome with passion. "My ass," she finally sobbed. "Fuck my ass with your finger."
Groaning, she felt the tip of his little finger hovering against her anus and felt it begin to make those sucking motions it always made when his fingers even came close to it. At last he shoved the barest tip of his finger in and she cried out in a voice hoarse with pleasure. "AHHHHHH!"
She was now at his mercy and she knew it. And she liked it. She was pinned to him, filled with three fingers and connected with his mouth, which was once again pulling steadily, hungrily, at her breasts.
He was playing upon her body the way a master musician plays upon his instrument. The little finger went in deeply inside the rubbery sheath of her rectum and pulled out just when his middle finger ground even deeper into her cunt. And all the time he kept up a steady stroking against her clitoris, which caused her to raise her entire lower half higher and higher in the air.
"OHHHHHH, heavenly!" she cried as she opened her eyes to look into one of the mirrors. At that moment she didn't even think of the two-way mirror and the man who was on the other side of it filming every lustful motion she made. To see herself reflected in the mirror, with Rex's hand buried in her up to the wrist, to see her dripping pussy hairs in a blur as she humped up higher and higher and higher, to see his mouth sucking, sucking at her breast, it set her on fire. She felt the cum roiling around and getting ready to burst forth. There was no stopping it right then, and she didn't care. It would be the first time she had allowed herself to cum on his fingers that way, but she could no more have stopped the wild thumping and thrusting of her pelvis than she could have stopped breathing.
Suddenly Rex pulled his hand away.
It was a moment of stunned panic. Her breasts were no longer swelling and thrilling to his sucking lips and all the wild churnings of the nerve endings that had been so close to exploding were cut off in what amounted to almost mid-cum.
Sundae cried out in protest. It was a garbled cry of mingled rage, lust and disappointment. "Ohhhhh, DON'T STOP!"
Instead of answering her, Rex quickly shifted his position. It was a lithe, quick movement that happened so suddenly that in Sundae's state of agitation she wasn't quite aware of what was going on. All she knew was that Rex had somehow pushed his face into her muff, and the tingling nerves that had been so abruptly let in mid-climax were once again being treated to sensory pleasure. She was also aware of the warmth of Rex's groin as it came up against her face, of being tickled with his pubic hair. Then his cock was pushed against her lips and she felt the humping motion of his hips. She opened her mouth to protest weakly, which was the wrong thing to do. Her senses told her what was expected of her, and at first she did nothing but lie there with her eyes opened, startled; his prick held loosely in her mouth. But at about that time her clit started to respond to the stimulation of Rex's wildly lapping tongue. She tried to shriek, but it was impossible with his prick in her mouth and all that came out was a bleated, "Nnnnnyyymmmm!" His prick slid down deeper in her mouth and she gagged involuntarily. But then she felt the singing heat that was centered in her clitoris and flaring all outward in a wide arc. His tongue slipped easily into her cunt and his fingers took the place of his tongue on her clit. She was aware of all these things as they occurred, one at a time. The awareness was intense. She thought she would burst with the delightful tremors that were rocketing through her. And all the time his prick was sliding down and down, and her lips were beginning to suck automatically. Even so, she felt torn into two distinct entities. The lower half of her was bathed in glorious rapture. She felt him slide his hand under the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pussy closer to his face so he could sink his delightfully thrusting tongue even deeper. She grunted and wished the prick wasn't in hex mouth. It's sixty-nine, she thought in a blaze of realization. It's what they call sixty-nine, with him doing it to me like that and me doing it to him. But I don't like the idea. She struggled a little, but each time she moved her face backward slightly, he moved his lurching prick that much closer. She gagged again, and felt for his balls. It was confusing, to feel all those sensations at once. The way his balls felt, soft yet firm in the center, against her hands. The way his prick felt, velvety on the outside, but filled with a solid core of hardness. But most of all, she felt the great vibrating, pulsating singing and humming in her cunt, clitoris and anus. Rex had at first pulled her buttocks closer to his face, the better to tongue-fuck her cunt. But then he slipped his finger inside her anus, and she knew she had no choice. Her body was spinning and pulsating. The cum was flowing out and consuming her with delightful shudders. The prick in her mouth was just another part of the sensual closeness, the pounding, delirious drive toward greater heights. She sucked. And sucked and sucked, closing her eyes as she drew the laboring length of his enormous prick down and down and down into her wildly working gullet. While her juices flowed again, she accepted the scalding burst of seminal fluid that spurted from his spouting fountain into her throat. "MMMMMMMMM!" Back and forth her head went as she sucked greedily in an attempt to get the last drop.
Slowly, she allowed her head and shoulders to sag to the pillow. Her hammering heart was so violent that she could hear the blood pounding through her veins. She was taking long, deep breaths through her nose, unable to bring herself to slip the monstrous prick out of her mouth. But even in her state of lethargy, she was still reliving the greatness of the climax she'd just experienced. And when she felt Rex gently pull his lips away from her hot and sticky slit she felt a pang of loss. Left to her own desires, she knew she would keep his mouth there forever. She cried out a little when she felt the softening mass of his cock slip off her tongue, knowing the loss was made more painful by the knowledge that his sweet tongue and lips were not going to remain where they were. And although there was still a shred of rebelliousness in her, way back in the back of her brain that felt both used and abused by Rex's actions, her eyes were swimming with gratitude when she smiled up at him. Rex knew and recognized the pleasure and acquiescence that he read in her eyes.
CHAPTER NINE
Julian Corbin was pacing the floor, snapping his fingers and gesturing wildly. He and Rex were in Julian's office at Wildwood Films. Julian had just stated he'd be willing to bet Sundae's first film would gross them close to two million dollars. "How does Sundae feel today?"
"Great," said Rex. "Wonderful. Julian, I swear to God, I think that girl is insatiable."
"The orgy. When do you think you can spring the orgy on her?" Julian's lips were livid and wet with drool that he kept licking nervously.
"Christ. Not so fast. I just got her to suck cock last night."
"Beautiful, beautiful," said Julian as he rubbed his hands together. "I want you to know I got a close-up of her face when she had your prick shoved down deep in her throat and I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. Listen, she did this thing with her eyes, Rex. You wouldn't believe it! They weren't exactly closed, and they weren't exactly open. Just sort of heavy-lidded, with the iris bright against the white of her eyeball, and the way her mouth moved. Listen! I zoomed in real close on those lips of hers.
With that cock in it, you never saw anything so exciting. She's got this sort of hollow place in her cheeks, you know? Well, those cheeks of hers sunk way in when she was pulling that great big old cock in for all she was worth. And there was this little shining place on her lower lip where it dribbled out a little. Not too much, just a little! You talk about photography, man! Beautiful! Beautiful!"
Rex slumped his shoulders and looked vacantly out the window. Julian kept babbling on and on about the money they were going to make on the series. He finally noticed Rex's dejected attitude. He went over and stood by him, clapping him on the shoulders and grinning. "What'samatter, what'samatter? You aren't still worried about Sundae catching on, are you?"
"Not exactly," Rex answered.
"Well, what, then? What's eating you? Here we are with all that money about to roll in and you act like you're dressing for your funeral."
"Nothing, really. I think maybe the whole thing has gotten to me. I mean, Christ. Getting married and all. In a church. And making Sundae believe we're married. She's really a sweet sort of a kid."
"Conscience," whispered Julian as he stared at Rex with disbelief. "You, of all people, and you're developing a conscience? Boy, you can't afford one of those. Wait'll later. Then you can afford anything. Besides, why, shit-it isn't hurting her any. It's good for her. Jesus, to think of a young chickie like that running around for eighteen years without getting her drillies off. Yeah. Look at it that way. We're doing that little Chickus Atlantus a fucking favor!"
"I don't want to be around when she does find out," said Rex morosely.
"So we'll give her a couple thousand dollars bonus if she gets on to it," said Julian in a placating tone of voice. "A couple of thousand ought to go a long way toward straightening her out if she gets her head on crooked or something. Anyway, get that wild hair out of your ass, Rex. Concentrate on the orgy. You'll think of something that'll make her simply thrilled to death at the idea of an orgy. I mean, you'll think of something if you don't get yourself carried away with all this worrying. Say, how do you like my new rug?"
"What rug?" Rex looked down at the floor. The carpet hasn't been changed.
"My hair, you asshole," screamed Julian. "Look at my hair!"
"Oh. Great. It looks great, Julian. Sorry I didn't notice." , "Think money. Lots and lots of money. Think of all that nice young scunch on the hoof. We'll go to Cannes. To Acapulco. Tits and asses spread out on the beaches with sun tan oil right up to their twats and not enough men to go around. As soon as we get this series wrapped up, we won't have a care in the world. We'll live!"
"Yeah. Sure." Rex left the office. He was dog tired. And worried. Julian, he thought a little bitterly, could go home any time he wanted to. Go home to his wife and take a nice, uninterrupted nap. He could always send one of the other cameramen out to take his place in the room next door to the bedroom where Rex was on duty twenty-four hours a day, expected to keep his prick hard and on the ready. He was beginning to wonder if he could hold out long enough to finish the series. If Julian wasn't after him, badgering him to hurry up with an orgy or something else, then Sundae was expecting him to produce a stiff rod for her. He passed a newsstand and looked in the window, thinking about the rags that contained mostly want ads for people on the make and advertisements for sexual objects. He'd never thought before that he might consider using a vibrator or one of those deals that were advertised in the underground papers guaranteed to keep a man's prick stiff, he mused as he continued to look at the display of paperbacks. But he wasn't sure he wouldn't soon be forced to.
Sundae was waiting for him. When he walked into the living room of the mansion she greeted him with a warm smile, then quickly ran to him and threw her arms around him. "I missed you," she whispered in his ear. Then she ran the tip of her tongue around the inside of his ear and reached down to his zipper, playfully zipping it up and down. "I like to be married, don't you, Revel?"
"I'm hungry," he said.
"I could give you a nice appetizer," she said with a shy smile and a blush.
"I was thinking about something solid," he said wearily.
"You're growing tired of me already." Sundae gave him a dejected look and turned her back. But not before she was sure he'd noticed her lower lip was quivering and a hint of tears glistened in her eyes.
"No I'm not! How can you say that!" He went to her and turned her around to face him. "It's just that I-need a little nourishment. First."
Somehow, he managed to keep her out of their bedroom until after they'd had dinner. Then there was no holding her back. When Rex looked at his reflection in the two-way mirror after he'd undressed and crawled into bed he told himself there were millions of men who would be in seventh heaven if they could change places with him, but even so, he was getting thin. He even fancied he looked gaunt when he really took a good look at his face.
Sundae was all smiles. She was wearing a black lace and ivory nylon baby doll pajama top. When she walked her pretty little cunt flashed seductively under the lacy frill. Rex moaned as she snuggled confidently up against him, asking him what surprise he had in store for her that night.
Jesus. I'd just like to go to sleep for a change, he thought wearily. He looked down at his flaccid cock. It looked back at him and if he had been an imaginative man, he'd have sworn it opened the little slit in the middle and yawned. He remembered the way Julian had kept telling him to think money and smiled at her, holding her close. Her body was warm and vibrant and in spite of his weakened condition he felt the first surge of arousal wash over him when he cupped her breasts. "That's a pretty little outfit you're almost wearing," he said.
"You like it? I picked it up when I was shopping."
"I'd like to see more of it. Stand up and walk around for me some more, will you?"
With a sweet smile, Sundae hopped out of bed and danced around the room. Her legs were fantastic, Rex thought. He noticed the way her pussy hairs clung to the material with each step she took and figured the material must create static electricity. She struck a dramatic pose with her arms wide apart which caused the hem of the lacy little pajama top to rise about five inches above her pussy. She did several turns and he watched the way the circular bottom of the nylon and lace top swirled around her flesh and seemed to caress it. Then she turned her back to him and continued to do what appeared to him the kind of movements ballerinas do. "I didn't know you'd had dancing," he said.
"Oh, yes. Several years. It's supposed to give a girl a certain grace." Her voice was offhand, and Rex wondered why she didn't turn around and face him. For a few seconds he had forgotten all about the seeing eye of the camera in the room through the mirror. He felt panic begin to rise in him when he realized what Sundae was doing. From where he was on the bed, he could see that she was doing something with the material of the lacy outfit in front. Judging by the angles of her arms, she appeared to be working at her breasts. By leaning forward slightly, he could see her reflection in the mirror, but when he'd made the effort he again felt close to panic. The expression on her face reminded him of a burlesque dancer who shows off her mellow tits for her audience. She stood there with her eyes closed, weaving from side to side a little, and all the time she kept her hands just under her breasts, both thumbs stroking the nipples. He hadn't noticed it before, but she'd turned on the stereo and soft music was an added erotica in the room. Slowly, she undulated her hips back and forth, then side to side, then opened her mouth the tiniest bit and allowed the tip of her tongue to show. It grazed her upper lips, then her lower ones, and when she opened her eyes and appeared to gaze at herself in the mirror he knew if she had been on stage there wouldn't have been a limp prick in the audience. It was the fact that she was facing the mirror that threw him, though. Just when he was about to ask her why she didn't face him, she twirled around and came slowly forward, bumping and grinding subtly, an exotic dancer's art down to perfection.
"Why did you turn your back to me?" Rex's heart was hammering in his throat. He'd been almost positive that she'd been showing off her seductive body to the mirror-and what was on the other side of it.
She gave him an innocent look. "Why, I was just trying to figure out how to do it to please you. Did it work?" With a sudden motion, she yanked the sheet down and gazed lovingly at his massive erection. Then she hopped on the bed again and fondled it, kissing the raging purplish head with little butterfly kisses.
After a while, Rex was able to persuade himself that she was innocent of both knowledge about the hidden camera and guile. She responded to his every touch and gave a delighted, almost childish laugh when he lifted her up and positioned her dripping pussy over his blazing cockhead. Her eyes were big and round when she looked down at him and they got bigger and rounder when she" felt the first penetrating hardness of his cock as he continued to hold her with his hands firm at her waist, so she could feel nothing but the jumping, bulbous meat of his enormous glans pinned just inside her hole.
"Let me slide down," she begged.
"I like to look at you up there with your tits hanging down in my face," he said just before he let her slide an inch. She moaned with pleasure and looked at the mirror. The sight of herself up there on top of him brought her to a screaming need. She kicked her legs and bumped her bottom back and forth in an attempt to get more cock inside of her rippling, suckling, gobbling hole. It was difficult to take her eyes off the mirror just as it had been hard to turn away from it and come back to bed with him.
She allowed herself a moment of heady remembrance of the way she'd felt when she'd stood deliberately provocative in front of the mirror, very conscious of the camera on her. Just knowing that somebody (probably Julian Corbin) was on the other side of the mirror watching her every move had added to her burning enjoyment. But it had been her own body that had really turned her on, she admitted to herself. Seeing her breasts all swollen, with the black lace partially covering them, had made her ache for cock. She'd wondered at the time if she wasn't the slightest bit narcissistic, but then she'd been carried away by the roiling heat of her loins and turned back to Rex. But there again, seeing herself, so small and fragile and at his mercy as she was just then made her feel like bursting with desire. From where she was, pinned to him with his cock only part way in her, she could see the shiny slick pink of his meat as well as the edges of her hole where it pulsated and sucked in an attempt to get more of him in. "OHHHHH, let me have it! Let me HAVE IT, HAVE IT, HAVE IT, I PLEEEEEEASE!"
Through her mind whirled all sorts of erotic ideas and images. She could see herself being spun around on his prick. Like a whirligig, she thought with another stab of shimmering heat. She wished he would do it. Would take his hands and turn her round and round, allowing her to slide down his cock just a little farther with each revolution. She wanted to ask him to do it, but in her funneling passion she was unable to open her mouth, unable to get the words out.
"DOOOOWWWWN! Oh, let me slide down, I want to feel ALL OF IT INNNNNN MEEEEEEE!" Panting, she realized it was all she could manage to say. But her roaring senses couldn't keep her from imagining all sorts of other exotic ways of getting it. As he allowed her to slip down inch by delicious inch, she allowed herself to roam freely into full-fledged visions of how she would someday get him to fuck her.
She would lie face down on the bed. Or on the dining room table when the maids were out of the house and all their action didn't have to take place in the bedroom. She shivered and thrust her pelvis backward and forward as she visualized how she would be flat on her belly on the dining room table. Her buttocks would be ripe, round and firm, and he'd see the backs of her legs, and take them in his hands and spread them apart, then slowly thrust his cock into her dripping cunt. He would fuck her in and out, in and out, slowly, dreamily, and she would feel her belly thumping against the shining wood of the table and she'd be helpless to do anything but take his huge cock inside of her, but she'd love it, love it, love it.
And she saw herself sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, with her legs spread wide open and Rex kneeling in front of her. Yes, she'd spread her legs wide apart and he'd dip it down into her and fuck her that way.
"MMMMMMM, more, more, more," she cried as she felt another inch come thrusting into her. He put his hands on her breasts and pulled at the nipples. She opened her eyes and looked at his fingers working at her nipples and she wondered if she could get him to fuck her tits. She bucked and churned at the idea of holding her breasts tightly together with her hands, pressing them hard along the edges so she could trap his prick. Then he'd stand up and shove it between the little cunt she'd make for him out of her tits.
Visualizing it set her wild.
And in the bathtub. She would make him fuck her in the bathtub. That was another mental note she made, and told herself to not forget it, because it would be lovely to feel all that hot water around her, his prick much hotter, she'd sit on his lap. But not facing him, like she was doing just then. No, she'd sit with her back to him and cram all the cock she could get up her cunt. And she'd feel the heat of it stabbing deep inside her belly and maybe she'd bounce up and down a little, she thought with a hot sob of delight.
Maybe someday they'd fuck out in the open. Under the stars. On a blanket with him on top of her, pounding her into the ground with his club of a prick. Or outdoors in the daytime. At high noon on a desert sometime with the hot sand at her back and her legs wrapped around his thighs. She would look up into the blue, blue desert sky and she would fuck and fuck.
She was shaking with desire for the cum, but Rex seemed bent on tantalizing her. She was able to move her hips in a swiveling fashion and moaned with delight when she felt her clitoris getting pulled down backwards, sideways, and going round and round as she rotated her hips and kept begging him to let her down all the way.
Finally the hairs of her pussy were ground down against the hairs of his groin. Sundae's tongue lolled against the side of her mouth and her eyelids flickered as she felt the deepest penetration she'd known so far. It seemed to her that his cock was pushing against all her insides, mindlessly thrusting aside everything that got in its way. If she didn't keep her mouth open it would come shoving its way up her throat and press against her very teeth.
"AA A AAEEEEE-OOOOOOH!"
Looking down at him, she saw that his mouth was a grim line, his eyes dark hot pools of ecstasy. His hands continued to massage her breasts and for a second she remained where she was, with his cock deep inside of her, reveling in the heat that rocked her toward heaven. "Fuck me," he demanded.
She looked at him, puzzled.
He nodded his head, then repeated, "Fuck me. You do it. Just fuck me, Sundae."
Her buttocks slowly rose up in the air. His prick slid out of her almost to the glans, but her cunt began to protest at the threat of loss, so she hurriedly slammed herself back down on it, swallowing it all up inside of her again. She didn't know whether it felt better to be down there all the way with her cunt hairs grinding against his root in the front and his balls in the back or whether it felt better on the back-swing, with it sliding so tightly, so heavenly GOOD, partially out of her. At any rate, she couldn't keep herself from rocking back and forth and up and down even if she'd tried. With his throbbing prick filling her to the hilt each time she came down and all of her senses reeling toward the necessity of gobbling him all up again, it was all she could do to hang on and hump, harder and harder and harder, faster and faster and faster. She heard, dimly, a squishing sound, and felt the taut puckered firmness of his balls each time she bounced down on him. She was aware of her own voice calling out. in a mad kind of jumble of greed, "OHHHHHH, YEAYYYYY, AHHHHHH, OOOOOOOH, LIKE IT, LIKE IT, LIKE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT, MMMMMMMMM!" And then the hot juices of her orgasm began to run like a river of sticky white lava, consuming her, filling her, possessing her.
She shot off like a geyser and felt the deep spurts of his cum banging up against her very womb. Her eyelids fluttered faster and faster and her eyes rolled up in back of her head and she came down hard for a final last thrust against his groin. Then she fell forward on her face and wrapped him in her arms, holding him as close as she could get. All thoughts of the camera on the other' side of the mirror were temporarily erased from her mind.
Sometime through the night, Sundae awakened and knew Rex had covered her and settled her in a comfortable position on the bed. The next time she became aware of anything, she opened her eyes and realized it was full light outside. Something had awakened her, and for a long moment, she remained perfectly still wondering if someone had called her name. In back of her, for she was lying on her side, she felt the warmth of Rex's body against her. He was lying very still too, and she thought he was sleeping. At first. Then she felt his hand reach around in front of her and snake up to her breast. At that moment, she became aware of something hard and pushing against her anus.
All of her senses became alive and alert at once.
So that's what woke me, she thought in a frenzy of fear. Then, surely he doesn't really intend to stick that big thing in my ass!
Reaching down, she felt the dried flakes of cum on her bush, then reached between her legs and tried to guide his cock into the proper place. Behind her, Rex moved slightly, shifting his cock back to the position he'd had it in when Sundae had first awakened. Again, she grasped it and shifted her slit so the head was pushing against her vagina.
He shifted back.
She shifted it back again.
For a second, she wondered if Rex was still asleep. In his sleep, she reasoned, his senses wouldn't be quite acute enough to know the difference.
He moved again, very slightly, and she felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled apart. Then she knew he wasn't asleep. Instead, she knew that he was wide awake and he intended to fuck her in the ass. She jerked her hand back down there between her legs and grasped his prick head in her fingers. At the same time, she lifted her right leg up and turned over, facing him. His eyes met hers. They were smiling. His hands, momentarily slipped away from her buttocks, firmly lifted her in the air and flipped her back over.
"No," she said in a small frightened voice. "Not there!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Yes," he said firmly.
Sundae felt at a loss. She was afraid it would hurt. But something inside her that she wasn't very well acquainted with made her remain quietly in bed instead of jumping away and running for the door. With a part of her mind, she remembered the first time, and knew the door was probably locked. She didn't want to have to go through the pulling away of the door knob again and falling on her can like she had the other time.
Also, for the first time since the entire thing had started, Sundae was not aroused. She thought she probably would have been if she hadn't awakened to such an odd sense of feeling something was wrong, then feeling his hard cock knocking at the wrong door. The idea of him ripping into her anus made her shiver with fear, and she knew that fear and passion might go hand in hand for some people, but it wasn't her idea of pleasure, so she felt tight and dry and cold.
"I don't want to do anything like that," she said breathlessly. "Sure you do."
"No. I don't want to do anything! Period!" She realized he hadn't even bothered to kiss her or say any of the sweet things to her he usually did, so that made her feel even more resentful. But then she felt his hand on her backbone. Instead of protesting any more, she became interested and curious about what he planned to do. Besides, his touch was soft and made her shiver pleasantly. She wondered what her mother would say if she ever found out what became of her little daughter. Grimly, she tried to resist the strange lethargy that stole over her each time she came close to Rex; each time she knew they were going to make love. She couldn't deny that she loved him, because she was sure she did. But even so, she wanted to make him pay-along with Julian Corbin-for trying to pull something over on her and make all that money out of her body that she knew good and well they were going to make. Her plan was working out pretty well, she thought, as she began to vibrate a little more each time Rex ran the tips of his fingers down her backbone. That sensation of cool fire amazed her. She hadn't known there were any erotogenic zones in her backbone, but she felt very much the same way she felt when he was sucking her breasts or tantalizing her clit. Breathing heavily, she again tried to keep from automatically responding by forcing herself to think of her Big Plan. But instead, all she could think of was the way her mother would react if she ever learned that her daughter was the victim (at least at times) of her own body. Out loud, she sighed and began to twist around, thrilling at the magic touch of Rex's fingers as they played up and down her spine. She thought angrily, I'm just a great big cunt! A great big skin-covered cunt with a head and shoulders! Because it seemed to her that everywhere Rex touched her came alive in ecstasy.
He put his mouth against the back of her neck and she broke out in delighted sex bumps. His lips kissed and sucked all around on the soft place just under her hair. Then he inserted the tip of his tongue in her right ear and she went into a frenzy of pulsations. Her hips moved slowly back and forth and each time her buttocks came in contact with the hard, reaching knob of his cock she knew she was going to have it that way, and further that she really wanted to have it that way.
While Rex continued to shower kisses on the back of her neck and move his lips so hot and sweet down her backbone, his hands were roaming all over her body. Sometimes they massaged her breasts and caused her to quiver, other times they danced up and down the rounded curves of her hips and flicked around to her belly button where he pressed ever so slightly. She felt a stab of fear when she felt one of his fingers dip into the little round hole of her navel, but she was helpless to do anything but lie still, and within a few seconds she was hoping he would keep mat up for a long time. "Mmmmmm, I like that," she sighed.
Leaving the finger that was slowly fucking in and out of her belly button in place, he somehow managed to reach down to her simmering slit and push the hard, aching knob of her clitoris. He kept that up for a few seconds and Sundae caught her breath and held it, enchanted with the heady rush of desire that coursed up and down the length of her body. Then she felt him make a twisting motion with his hand and she knew his thumb was fucking gently in and out of her belly button and his sensitive ring finger was stroking her clitoris. The juice began to froth. She was spellbound, unable to do anything other than moan with pleasure and respond to his fingers by rotating her hips and riding hard against his probing finger. By the time he got around to spreading the cheeks of her buttocks apart again she was ready to accept anything, anywhere, just so it filled her screaming need.
But he didn't cram his cock into her tight little anus right then. Instead, he slithered his fingers up to the sticky slick that was running from her fluttering clit and drew it slowly back, lubricating her all around the tight little rubbery sphincter ring. She gasped when she felt the finger plunge in, but her blazing heat increased as soon as he began a steady fuck-rhythm that started a new freshet of juice to running in her slit. At the same time he rammed his finger in her anus, he eased two fingers into her sucking cunt. The heat rippled up and down her back, spreading out like wildfire to her womb, breasts, belly, down to her pussy, then on down to her very toes. They curled backwards. She reached for her breasts and began to knead them with her own fingers, all the time jiggling and humping her bottom back and forth in an attempt to get more and more of the delightful sensation he was providing. "OHHHHHH-WOW! WOOOOOOOOOW!" Her voice was smothered against the pillow and for that moment, she had forgotten all about the camera through the mirror. She couldn't think about anything. Once she wondered how he was managing to make her feel so lovely with nothing but his fingers, and it was then that she opened her eyes and took a long, delighted look into the mirror. It was just as she had thought. Rex was manipulating her with his thumb in her anus, two fingers in her cunt.
The heel of his other hand was flat against her responsive clit and he was still fucking in and out of her belly button with the middle finger of that hand. Seeing the reflection of his face, so solemn looking as he made his hands perform so wonderfully for her brought a quick orgasm. She violently-rode up and down on the heel of his hand, then pushed her bottom backwards in an attempt to get more fingers, more thumb. She twisted and shook, moaned blissfully and sobbed out her delight in an agonized voice that would have awakened the dead. After the roiling gush subsided slightly, she again started pivoting her ass around, knowing another cum was about to erupt. Instead of continuing to stab in and out of her with his thumb and fingers, Rex withdrew everything all at once and rested. Sundae wailed. She shook her head back and forth against the pillow and looked down at his quiet face. "But I was about ready to cum again!" For him to have taken away all the joy just at a most important time like that seemed grossly unfair to her. She couldn't understand why he had stopped so suddenly. He knew, she thought frenziedly, that she always reached one climax and almost instantly rolled into another. And there she was with her hungry pussy still twitching, snapping in the cunt, her clitoris still vibrating, her anus still feeling somehow cheated. It reminded Sundae of almost, but not quite, finishing a sandwich; of knowing that she had the best part of the sandwich still left to enjoy, then suddenly having someone snatch it away from her. What amazed her more than anything else was that she knew Rex (whom she never thought of as anything but Revel) understood the way her body reacted. He knew that once she'd learned the beauty of cumming she always came practically double. "You're selfish," she said in a pouting voice. "You're being mean to me! You know I always reach two at once."
He smiled at her lazily. Then he abruptly reached for her, flopped her over on her belly and got behind her. In the mirror, she could see him on his knees, his great jutting cock a threat to her anus. In that moment, she knew what he'd planned all along. But her singing body had been cut off in the middle of a cum and even though she was terrified at the idea of taking that monstrous prick in, the ass, she knew she would. Even if it killed her, she would.
Her reaction was purely involuntary when she felt the first sharp pain of penetration. She screamed and started to crawl forward on the bed on her hands and knees. He grasped her by the hip bones. She cried out and again started to crawl forward, this time with purpose. She'd made a quick decision. Even though her body was still humming with the rocketing greed to reach the second climax she was accustomed to, she just couldn't face without fear that bulbous, purplish slick glans that kept banging against her anus. At the same time, she knew she couldn't avoid it. With his hands like steel on her hip bones, pujling her bottom backwards to meet his determined prick, she could do nothing but spin her ass around in little circles in the hope of avoiding contact. And all the time she spun her ass, wagged it back and forth, tried to crawl away from the threat, she was pleading. "In the cunt, damn it, in the cunt, oh, please, please, please, in the CUNT!"
Rex wasn't saying anything. There was something extra special about looking down at her fragile appearing back, at the deep indentation where her backbone went in. Across her waistline, she looked childlike and very tiny. If his hands hadn't been so busy holding her hip bones, he would have encircled that tiny little waist and knew his hands would span it easily. He licked his lips and held her still, paying not the slightest attention to her shrill cries. He was determined to impale her on his steaming cock, and he was convinced that she'd love it dearly once she became accustomed to it. Rex knew women and knew them well. He knew that although Sundae had been late to awaken to the subtle yearnings of her sex, she had quickly realized her needs were more demanding than she'd ever dreamed of. She was, he knew, made for everything any man could ever want, and all she needed was the proper teacher.
"Hold still, damn it," he said during one of the lulls in her constant shrieks.
"Hold still! HOLD STILL? And have you rip me in two with that? Let me go! Or give it to me in the cunt, please, pleeeeeease!"
Rex ground his teeth together, took a firmer grip on her hip bones and brought her back sharply, his hands holding her tight. His thumbs stretched out on either side of her smooth little ass, exposing her tightly puckered ring to his view. In that instant, he took a deep breath and shoved mightily. Her screams nearly broke his eardrums, but he hung in there, his lips drawn back over his teeth, a determined expression on his face. He shoved again. She screamed again. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. Christ, he thought. She's tighter than I would have imagined. He wished he had used more of her juice for lubrication. The skin of his prick felt raw. It was being stretched backward. But in spite of the slight pain, he knew if he kept on grinding in there the pain would soon leave. The quivering muscles of her sphincter were already starting to suck him in deeper instead of trying to expel him. As soon as his cock was buried in her a third of the way, he released the grip on her hips and reached for her breasts. They were swollen bigger than usual, and he nodded with satisfaction when he touched the hard straining nipples. He knew they would be soft if she really meant her frantic protests. He pinched them and felt the immediate response in her body. His mouth relaxed slightly and broke into a knowledgeable grin. With the first touch of his hands at her breasts, a tremor had raced up and down her body, culminating in a long sigh and a twitch of her pretty little ass. Leaning forward, he teased the back of her neck with his tongue. "Just ride with it, honey. Just give in to it. You'll love it." He could feel the give of her rectal muscles as he pushed his cock in another inch. When he started milking her tits she stopped mouthing protests and shivered with pleasure, then groaned as she accepted another half inch of massive cock. "AHHHHHHHH, God," he heard her mutter. Then she started edging upwards with her ass. Tentatively at first, then a little stronger. The firm inner muscle of her rectal channel gave slightly and he took advantage by suddenly thrusting the entire length of his cock in as far as it would go. She shrieked, but the sound was no longer torn from her lips in pain. It was an accepting kind of shriek that dripped with abject pleasure and passion.
Leaving one hand to milk her tits, he caressed the shuddering softness of her belly for a second, then pressed. She grunted. "That's my cock in there, Sundae," he said softly. He pressed again and felt the hardness of his cock through the delicate layers of muscle that formed her belly. He knew it wasn't really his cock, but the pressure of it as it pushed against her belly, but he knew also that she would thrill at the idea of having him buried inside her all the way up to her belly button. "Look at it," he said. "Look down at it and see the way your belly is all poked out." He knew she would respond with greater passion the minute she saw the way his cock would cause her belly to swell, then recede as he thrust his cock in and out of her. Further, he knew it would relieve the initial pain of the first back stroke to have her mind on something else. He took a quick backward pull, then ground his cock back down into her quivering ass and felt her quick rush of expelled air. In the mirror he could see her belly button start to protrude a little. The hand he had on her breasts squeezed both of her nipples together. Slowly, she began to twist her ass around in little circles, grunting all the while. The action caused Rex's cock to pivot around, adding to the deeply thrilling sensation of having it buried deeply into her tight little ass. Again he withdrew it all the way to the hilt, knowing the rectal opening was stretching more and more to accommodate his thick and bludgeoning meat. Before he thrust it back down again, he reached for her swollen clit and grasped it between thumb and middle finger. He rubbed it and felt her body ripple with thrills. Her belly lurched and her tits swelled under his fingers. Her ass went round and round in fast little circles and he thrust in deeply, gaining the last inch he had been waiting for.
He was working her all over. His tongue darted out when he bent forward and stabbed at the back of her neck, his hands busy on her breasts and clit, his cock beginning to saw slowly in and out of her ass. In the mirror, he could see that her eyes were partially closed and her mouth was wide open as she panted, her body a wildly working machine of acceptance and delight.
He gave her the old Alabama twist, stirring her rectum with the entire length of his prick. In and out, in and out, round and round, they moved together and the heat rose up in waves all around the bed. The constant friction of the sawing in and out of his prick inside her tightly muscled rectal sheath made his prick throb and swell into giant proportions, but she took it, loved it, and bucked backwards lustfully each time he ground back down into her. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh!" Her voice was coming rapidly as she swiveled her hard knob of a clit downwards. On the upswing of her round ass, she voiced a rapid succession of pleasure-sounds: "Ah-yes, Ah-Oh-yes, Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YEEEEE-I'M CUMMMMMIIINNNNNGGGG!"
It was a good thing, he knew. Because he couldn't keep the steaming spill of seed from bursting through his contracting, dilating balls any longer. He felt the first heady spurt of semen spill into her bowels and banged deeply into her, the head of his cock thrust into her sucking, gobbling, twitching, pulsating rectum for a long, long time. Vaguely, he was aware of the fountaining off of her clitoris as it gushed against his hands and he continued to milk at it until it stopped pulsating and shooting off. Under him, she was trembling, but he continued to hold her up there, impaled on his prick, until she had gushed her last gush. Only then did he gently lower her to the bed, his prick still buried within the crack of her ass.
Sundae was nothing but a mass of jelly with a prick buried in it, she thought blissfully as she felt him lower her to the bed. He was heavy, but she didn't want him to take, it out of her. Deliberately, she tightened her sphincter muscles, and felt a stab of pleasure in knowing she had caused him to rouse from his lethargy. He started to ease it out of her, but she tightened her muscles again and protested. "Leave it in," she muttered. "It feels good."
He rested most of his weight on his hands, afraid he would squash her. "I have to take it out. If I lie all the way down on you I might hurt you." But as he eased it out of her, he felt her reluctance to have it go and knew he had gained another victory. She was as weak as a kitten.
Through the mirror, David Anderson stood up and drooled as he watched Rex's long, dripping cock ease out of Sundae's ass. Throughout the entire scene, he had remained transfixed as he operated the camera, changing angles in order to get close-ups of the huge cock ramming in and out of the girl's delectable asshole, then back to her depraved face as she took it in the ass. He had not missed the erotic motion of Rex's hands on the girl's breasts, nor the one that had milked her bulging clitoris to a huge, pulsating size, either. David was only partially conscious of unzipping his fly. The scene inside the room was finished by the look of things, and he automatically shut the camera off, only vaguely proud of the fact that he had managed to keep his mind on the camera instead of on his raging cock. At his side, a girl named Lucille Harkrader sat with eyes transfixed as she watched the couple through the mirror. "Christ, I wish I had a chance to take that prick in the ass," she said breathlessly. "Look at 'em. They're exhausted. What an ass-fuck! Christ, I never knew it would make a person so fucking hot to watch it like that. I mean, Jesus, David, I've watched lots of couples fucking. On camera as well as in person. But there was something so out of sight about them. Something so deep and-I mean, it reminds me of things like jungles and beating drums and WOW! David! I never knew you had such a big prick! Wow! Christ, I bet when you go around the house naked you hafta have a little cart with wheels on it carry your prick around!"
"Shut up. Get on the floor."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Lucille Harkrader.
She didn't even bother to take off her dress, and she wasn't wearing anything cumbersome like panties or pantyhose.
Sometime before noon, a maid came knocking at the door to the bedroom where Sundae and Rex slumbered in exhausted peace.
Rex opened his eyes. "What the hell," he muttered. Then he quickly threw on a robe and went to the door. "Yeah?"
"It's a telegram for you, sir," answered the maid.
Rex opened the door at about the same time Sundae opened her eyes. She saw the yellow envelope and heard the crackle of paper when Rex opened it, not bothering to close the door. The maid's footsteps disappeared on down the hall and Rex said explosively, "Shit!"
"What's the matter, darling?" Sundae's asshole ached and burned a little. When she moved she was certainly aware of something having been forced in there, she thought a little sorrowfully. But at the same time she felt a return of the consuming heat that had ripped through her until the final deep explosion of her cum.
"It's trouble at home," he said.
Sundae looked at him innocently. She was sitting up in bed, hugging her knees. "But I thought you and your sister Joan were the only ones left in your family, Revel."
Rex gave her a blank look. The telegram had temporarily erased the role of Revel Davis from his mind. But he regained his senses quickly. The telegram had informed him that his brother, Keith, was missing from home, in Iowa. It was signed by his mother, and she'd asked him to come as quickly as possible. He noted that the telegram had been sent to the offices of Wildwood Films first, and that Julian had sent it over to the house. He thought for a moment before he answered Sundae, realizing that he couldn't very well suddenly spring a mother and a younger brother on her. Not when she thought Joan was his only living relative. He didn't speak again until he had thought everything out carefully. Then he said, "It's a matter of very important business, dear. I have to leave for New York immediately. The family lawyers, you know."
As soon as he possibly could, Rex drove to the Wildwood offices where he brushed past Helen and went into Julian's suite and threw the telegram on his desk. "I've got to go."
"You can't go," said Julian. He picked up the telegram and read it. "Oh. Your kid brother. Jesus. What a hell of a note. Just when you're getting ready to wind up the Sundae Series."
"Why didn't you call me?" Rex looked down at the older man angrily. "The telegram came here and you didn't call me, you just sent it over by messenger!"
"I wasn't here," said Julian. "I had to spend some time with my wife, for chrissake. Between seeing to things here at the office and shooting all that film of you and that hot little twat, I haven't been home enough to suit Laura. Shit, you know how she is. Now look, Rex. I know how things are with your brother. Don't worry about a thing. We'll do something about Sundae while you're gone. I mean, we'll see to it that she doesn't fly the coop or get out and whore around or anything. She'll keep. Laura and I can have a party for her or something like that, maybe. Just go on to Iowa and stay with your mother until you find your brother. Don't worry about a thing. We'll manage."
In the outer office, he scowled at Helen Farmdale. "Why the hell didn't you call the house when this telegram came in?"
Helen sniffed. "Don't treat me like I'm a fucking little stenographer, Rex Davitts. Remember I'm a third owner of this outfit. I didn't call you because you and Julian both told me to never call you at the house because Sundae isn't supposed to know you have any connection with Wildwood. Besides," she added nastily, "I was afraid I would interrupt one of your precious fuck-scenes."
Rex had already made arrangements to fly to Iowa and had very little time left to make his plane. Otherwise, he would have spent more time arguing with Helen. All he said was, "You know as well as I do that since my brother's illness he has to have medication. Hell die without it. He's missing!"
"I didn't read the telegram," said Helen primly. "And it isn't my fault that your brother walked away from home again."
Rex's brother had once been a promising young chemist. He'd become embroiled in germ warfare and spent several months in a mental hospital. After that, he'd attempted suicide, during one of his spells of depression. He was able to work and maintain a reasonable existence as long as he took certain drugs, but when he stopped taking the drugs, he became suicidal. In spite of the fact that Rex lived far from his mother and brother, he felt a deep sense of responsibility as well as family love.
Three minutes after Rex left Julian's office, Julian called down to the parking lot and told the boy to bring his car around. He looked at himself in the reception room mirror and smoothed the dark hairpiece, positive that it caused him to look years younger. Before he took the elevator down, he stopped at a pay telephone at the end of the hall several doors from the Wildwood offices. By the time the maid at the mansion had connected the plug-in phone in Sundae's bedroom, Julian was twitching all over.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sundae was dressed in a flowing full-length robe of diaphanous material that billowed in the breeze. She was on the patio and asked Julian to join her at breakfast.
"Breakfast?" Julian glanced at his watch. "It must be nice to get up and have breakfast when everyone else is having lunch. I'll have coffee, if it isn't too much trouble, though." He leaned forward in the chair he'd taken opposite Sundae and smiled. "When am I going to be allowed to meet your new husband?" His smile changed to an expression of mock-severity. "Not that I feel too great where he's concerned. Here we had you all ready to go into our films and then this Knight in Shining Armor came along and whisked you right off your feet."
A maid brought another cup and Sundae graciously poured Julian a cup of coffee from a sterling silver container. She kept a sweet smile on her face but under cover she was seething. What a bastard you are, you and Rex both. She wondered what kind of an expression he'd get on his face if she suddenly picked up the silver coffee pot and poured it all over his head. You and Rex and Helen Farmdale. Shitheads. Every one of you. At least Helen was honest with me, though. As honest as she could make herself be ... told me what was in store for me as far as the company was concerned ... warned me that Revel was really Rex. Helen can't help herself for being a bull dike. How stupid Julian looks in that wig. Like the old man he is, trying to come off like a young one. What's he doing, coming over here smelling around like a dog after a bitch in heat ... acting like he doesn't know anything about Rex being called out of town ... or was that just another piece of fabrication they dreamed up between them to give Rex a chance to rest up from all this pussy ... or some other, new kind of sex business ... Out loud she said, "You've done something to yourself, Julian. You look very nice."
"Why, thank you." He beamed at her and took a sip of his coffee, thinking to himself that she certainly was a dumb broad in spite of all that fancy schooling she'd had. Touching his hand to his hairpiece, he said, "I've been working at it a little. I'm prematurely bald, you know. But I've been taking some treatments. I'm glad you noticed it." And he thought of Laura, his wife, who had told him nastily that the hairpiece made him look like a horse's ass with a Shirley Temple wig draped over a naked tail. Then he decided Sundae wasn't as dumb in some respects as she was in others. At least she'd noticed the rug, which was more than Rex had done.
Sundae suppressed a giggle. She couldn't keep her eyes off the wig. It fascinated her in the same morbid way that wax figures in the Tussaud Museum fascinated her. She pushed back her empty plate and resolutely forced herself to look at Julian's face instead of the line where the rug was cut off so abruptly across his forehead, thinking all the while, Treatments my ass.
"But are you happy, Sundae?" asked Julian in a fatherly tone of voice.
"Right now I'm not," she admitted. "I was feeling a little lonely. You see, my husband was called out of town because of an emergency. Something about seeing the family lawyer. He was in such a rush that he didn't really say what it was." And underneath her careful smile, she was wondering if, when the time came, she would really be able to tell Rex to pick up his big nine-inch plaything and go home. She wondered also how it was possible for her to love him the way she did,, knowing he was a rank bastard by profession, so unethical that he even was willing to go through a mock wedding in order to get something new and different on film which would be used by the company to make money. Sighing a little sadly, she decided she wasn't much better than a friend she'd known at Vassar about whom her classmates had laughed a lot. They'd said Charlene was so crazy about her boyfriend's dong that she'd had a plastic replica made of it, complete with a built-in French tickler that sizzled Charlene's inwards and a mechanism that squirted hot Jergens Lotion up in her when the dildo shot off.
"Well, now, that's too bad," said Julian. He was shifting around in his chair, obviously agitated. "Why, you're still practically on your honeymoon." He gave her another fatherly smile and said he had been quite impressed with her that day they'd made the pilot film, and maybe she'd like to do a little work. "While that nice husband of yours is out of town. Just to keep yourself occupied and out of trouble, you know? Ha ha."
"What kind of work?" Sundae shot him a level glance.
"Well, films, of course. And, ah, now that you're no longer a virgin, ha ha, well, we might even consider doing a little love scene."
"With fucking in it?"
Julian blinked his eyes. He'd never thought he'd hear such a word coming out of those pure-looking lips of Sundae's. But Julian was not one to remain in a state of shock for long. When he'd first had the idea to come to the house, he'd had the intention of maybe comforting Sundae himself. He had been behind the camera enough shooting hours to know she was extra specially charged sexually, and more than once he'd wanted to take Rex's place in the bedroom. But the minute he saw her again in the flesh he'd known that he could never cut it with her. Not even with the wig. So then, right after she'd given him the compliment about the wig, he'd had the idea that maybe she could be persuaded to knock out a little film that Julian would keep all to himself. It bothered him when he looked at her, because she still came off as practically virginal. Which was one of the many things about her that made her so exciting. But the more he thought about using her for a really good film for some of his own, private outlets, the more he thought it was a good idea. The only thing that held him back was the realization that if Rex ever found out he'd taken his own chick and used her for a film that Julian had no intention of sharing the profits with anybody-not even Helen Farmdale-he knew Rex would leave the company. Rex was ethical about certain things, Julian reminded himself. For instance, he had balked at the idea of putting on the pretend-wedding. Then he'd begun to get a guilty conscience about using Sundae's delectable little bod for an enormous financial gain. And he'd always been dutiful and conscientious where his family was concerned. It wouldn't be the first time Julian had drained off a little cream from the top, but of late he'd been afraid to take the chance. And he knew if Sundae were not extra specially scrumptious that he'd never risk it again. Because there were certain parts of the business that Julian couldn't handle without Rex or some other good-looking stud-and just any well-hung male with a good-looking face wouldn't do at all. He was so deeply engrossed in his own thoughts that he realized he hadn't answered Sundae's question.
"Don't tell me you're shocked, Julian," said Sundae. "I know what kind of films Wildwood makes."
"Where did you find out?" he asked.
"I wasn't born yesterday. At first, when I came to the offices, I mean, I was very naive. Would you believe I was so unsophisticated that I thought maybe I'd have to do something about as daring as run through the rain in the nude? But then I found out exactly the kind of f pictures you and-what is that man's name? The one I called and asked about the position when I saw it advertised in the newspaper ... oh, yes. Mr. Davitts. Rex Davitts. Anyway, I found out what kind of pictures you and Mr. Davitts make."
"You were shocked, I suppose?" said Julian.
"Yes. At first."
"Who told you? Helen Farmdale?"
"Your receptionist? No, Miss Farmdale didn't tell me.
"Who, then?" Julian was getting angry. He was sure Rex had been the one to give the whole thing away. He remembered the way Sundae had so very often turned her face and the front of her body to the camera. At the time, he'd thought it had been nothing but a happy coincidence, but now he was almost positive that Rex had blown the whole ball of wax. He felt the anger growing deeper and decided Rex was a real turd of the first water and deserved to be shafted in the ass. Right then and there he made up his mind to go ahead and use Sundae in an incredibly shocking film ... if he could persuade her. Then he'd keep it to himself and not share any profits with anybody as unethical as to give away trade secrets.
"I read a lot," said Sundae flatly.
"Come on. You might as well tell me who let you know," said Julian. "It was R-really someone closely connected with the company. Wasn't it?"
"I told you," Sundae said coldly. "I do a lot of reading. There are the underground papers, you know."
"Mmmmm ... well, yeah. But I still think somebody told you." He was sure of it. Besides, the more he thought about it, the more sensible it became for him to go ahead and make that film of Sundae. Maybe old Rex would be in Iowa long enough for him to grind two or three really sizzling numbers out. Then, when he returned, they'd go along just as they'd planned. Complete the Sundae series and make a mint. It was Julian's opinion that Sundae was well enough broken in to be ready to accept a mini-orgy. His cock began to drip a little.
The end of it was bouncing up against his jockey shorts, getting them all sticky. Because he knew he could incorporate himself in an orgy, and he couldn't wait to dip his wick in Sundae's sweet little sugar-dripping mouth.
"Exactly what would you want me to do in a picture-if I were interested, that is," said Sundae carefully.
"Oh, I'd have to get together a good script for you. I haven't given it too much thought," lied Julian warmly. "But it would be something you'd enjoy, I'm sure."
"And money." The demure expression was still on Sundae's face, but there was a bright, shining, downright metallic look to her eyes. Metallic, thought Julian, like Fort Knox gold-type metal. "What would the pay scale be? You know, Julian, now that I'm married to Revel Davis, I'm hardly desperate. I mean, sweetie," she added with an angelic smile, "you'd have to make it worth my while to do something like that. Very worth my while. None of this hundred-dollar-a-day bit."
"Horseshit." It was on the tip of Julian's tongue to tell her she was no more married to Revel Davis than he was to the Duchess of Windsor-to tell her Rex and Revel were one and the same, and she'd be lucky if she made a hundred dollars a day after they told her they were finished with her. But he resisted the impulse and stood up to go. Casually, he told her he'd check with her later. After he'd worked out a reasonably good story line and had something concrete to offer. "And then we'll talk about money, love," he said with a great big beautiful smile. When he left, he remembered to tell her he was sorry he'd missed meeting her husband.
Sundae spent a restless day. After Julian Corbin left, she read for a while. Then she drew a bathtub full of water and took a long, luxurious bath. The bathwater was rose tinted and rose scented. It wasn't her favorite, but she'd forgotten to buy a supply of her own fragrance and it was better than none. Looking down at her breasts where they were just slightly rosier colored than usual under the water, she felt her pulse begin to beat faster as she remembered how wonderful it was to look down and see Rex's big hands covering her breasts. Lifting them in each hand out of the water, she continued to look at them for a long moment, allowing her imagination to carry her away. She wanted Rex. That was all there was to it. She wanted him right then. Slowly, she reached a hand down to her water-soaked pussy and rubbed it gently between the labia. The light brown curling hairs looked darker in the water, and they clung all around the edge of her hand as she massaged her clit. She kept up the rubbing for a while, closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was with Rex, that it was his hand on her wet bush. But it just wasn't the same, she thought with disappointment, and knew it was true ... she'd never be satisfied with childishly jacking herself off again.
After she stepped out of the bathtub and toweled herself dry, she looked for a long moment into the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It seemed a shame that nobody could see her, nobody could enjoy her warm, silky skin fresh from the bath. When she turned sideways, and scrutinized her breasts, it seemed to her they had grown bigger. Perhaps, she thought, it was true what people said about breast massage making them bigger. But then she remembered a scrawny classmate at Vassar who had tits that were smaller than a chubby teenaged boy's. Her name had been Lodema Hinehyzer, who had said she lost her cherry to a candle when she'd been three years old. Lodema swore she'd graduated to boys (mostly her brothers) by the time she was seven. At the age of twelve, she could no longer remember how many boys she had banged. Lodema had also said if there was anything to that old story about playing with tits making them bigger hers would be bigger than bushel baskets.
Once she was in her bedroom, Sundae pranced around naked, enjoying the hundreds of reflections of naked Sundaes that gamboled around with her. She did a few arabesques and looked into the hundreds of Sundae tits that hung down so beautifully, and wondered if anybody was in the camera room through the mirror. She doubted it, but just in case, she thought it would be a good idea to play around a bit. Maybe if she found something nice and hard and just the right size to use, she could stop being so jittery. She wondered if everyone reacted to sex the way she had. Before, she'd never given it a thought unless she was actually with a boy and being petted. But once she'd found out the great rush of joy of a complete, vaginal cum, she hadn't been able to turn off the turned-on-for-sex feeling for very long periods of time. It had worked out all right up until then, because she'd had Rex with her. She'd known he had become rather worn, but he'd always managed to work himself up to a good hard-on for her, and she certainly had not had reason to complain, she told herself as she realized how much she missed him. She planned to go shopping later in the day, which would consume some of her time, and she remembered to write down the bath oil she usually used and a few other items. Then she began to search around in the room for something that would make a reasonable facsimile of a prick. There was nothing in the room. Hesitating, she stood in front of the biggest mirror in the room and pretended to admire her svelte body. It pleased her to think someone was in there with a camera, but she wanted to know for sure. The idea of ramming an unsatisfactory substitute up her cunt wasn't half so appealing if there was nobody to enjoy watching her. Or taking pictures. She threw on a filmy negligee and opened the door to the hall, where she raced down the carpet to the door next to the bedroom. When she tried the door knob, it turned under her hand and she went in. She knew all about the hidden entrance that led to the camera room from the basement, but she wasn't particularly worried about being caught looking into a forbidden chamber. It was disappointing to find nothing but the bed, bureau, dresser, chairs and various tables and lamps in the big room. Idly, she wondered where they hid the equipment when it wasn't in use. She'd already learned about the basement entrance that led directly to the second floor and into the bedroom where they shot pictures through the mirror of people unaware, but she'd wondered where the camera and infrared lights were kept because she figured she'd need that information in the future. After she'd pressed every wall that looked as if it could contain a hidden closet of some kind and found nothing that revealed it, she gave up and went back to her bedroom.
The telephone was ringing. It was Julian. After he'd beaten around the bush for a few seconds, he said, "How about two hundred dollars, Sundae-for that little film we were discussing, that is."
"An hour?" Her voice sounded pleased. It trilled all up and down the scales.
"An hour!" There was a very thick silence over the wires. "A day, Sundae. Two hundred dollars a day."
"You don't know how long Revel will be gone," said Sundae. "He might even be back tomorrow. I don't think that's quite worth my while, Julian. Besides, you haven't mentioned anything about what the story is." She then told him she was very busy and hung up after bidding him a very courteous goodbye.
Across town in his offices, Julian Corbin swiveled around in his chair and looked out the window into the poisonous, sulphur-colored smog of San Francisco. His eyes were all glazed over. His mouth worked noiselessly. Finally a torrent of words came ripping out of his lips that had to do with greedy females, stubborn wenches and idiotic little bitches on wheels. Just fifteen minutes earlier, he had talked to a syndicate that was willing to buy, sight unseen, the film of Sundae he had in mind. He had named a fantastic figure and the representative had named a ridiculously low one. Together, they had reached a reasonable figure and Julian had become carried away and promised the film within five days. The representative had even offered him more time, but Julian, who had been bothered all his life by the habit of making wild promises in advance, had stated the film was already three fourths of the way finished, that all it needed was the final wrap-up.
The man on the other end of the line had paused for a while, then he'd said very clearly, "You aren't feeding me a line of shit about this girl, are you? Like I'm not buying a fucking pig in a poke. Like, I'm going to see this strip before I pay for it. At your house, just like we always do these little side-deals. So you better not be feeding me a line of crap. Because I'm not buying any shit that has any of those satchel-assed, flabby-titted broads in it."
"Our girls are the most beautiful in the fuck-film business, you sonofabitch," said Julian.
"But they're the same old faces. The same old snatches. And the men are always the same, too. You've got a stable of decent looking girls on the whole, Julian, but people want to see new, fresh faces. Now you know that. And I'm not buying unless this cunt looks like a virgin and acts like she's fresh out of a convent where all the Sisters have got their mouths sewed up and their hands tied in back of them."
Since those had been Julian's exact words he'd used when he'd described Sundae, he couldn't very well say his contact was asking for the impossible. He continued to stare glassy-eyed out into the San Francisco sky. "Cunt," he said through his teeth. "Bitch-cunt-smart-assed motherfucking CUNT!" Then he tried Sundae's number. It was busy. When he tried it again, the maid informed him that Sundae had driven off in Rex's car.
Sundae spent a couple of hours shopping. Then she drove over to the Reverend Fitzgerald's house where she spent a quiet evening that included supper. She figured it was one way to keep out of trouble, and after all, the minister was one of the few people in the city that she could think of as a friend.
When she returned to the mansion, Julian was waiting for her. He was pacing the floor in the Victorian living room. His mouth was shiny and a little spit was on his lower lip. Sundae asked him innocently if he was frothing at the mouth, and did he think he should have a series of rabies shots.
"All right, what will you do it for?" Julian spread his legs apart and folded his arms across his chest. His attitude told Sundae that he wouldn't accept her first figure.
"Do what for?" She gave him a big-eyed innocent look.
"A fuck-flick, goddamnit," he said morosely.
"Oh. OH! You want me to do a fuck flick!"
"Yeah, yeah. Shit. You broads are natural-born castrators."
"Not unless we've been pushed to the wall."
"You walk around with cunts, but you've got balls. Brass balls. Two hundred an hour?"
Sundae rubbed her hands together.-In an exact imitation of Julian Corbin, she said, "Beautiful, beautiful!"
Julian wanted to start shooting right then. He told her he'd already made arrangements with the rest of the cast and all he had to do was make a telephone call or two and they'd all meet at the studio.
"But what about the script?"
Julian wheeled around and looked at her. Just then he realized he'd been had. I've been fucked over, but royal, he was thinking. Because Sundae obviously wasn't putting him on when she'd asked him about the script. He gave her a sweet, benevolent smile and explained to her, just as they went out the door, that it was mostly an action film that he had in mind, that there would be very little lines she'd have to speak. "And when I want you to say something, honey, I'll stop the camera and the sound track and tell you what to say. If you need it."
Outside, he opened the car door for her courteously and scratched his balls as he went around the car. When he eased behind the wheel he was still smiling benevolently. He was exceedingly pleased. Because it had dawned on him that even with all her hard driving and bargaining, Sundae still didn't have the foggiest notion of what was going to be filmed. He decided he'd have to shoot both movies that night. Because once she found out what was expected of her, he knew he'd never get her to come back again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The lights were bright. So bright that Sundae kept looking down or to one side. But Julian didn't say anything. She wondered, as she sat there mother naked, how she would do, how she looked. The set was a swimming pool, which had startled her. Sundae had expected a bed. An entire bedroom. Julian had told her to stretch out on a pale blue sun chair. The chair had a back that was already let down, and the footrest was up. Although the back of the chair wasn't so low that her head was flat, she was almost flat, which made her feel even more naked and exposed. All around her, she could hear whispers, but judging by the sounds, she didn't think there were many people there. It occurred to her that she didn't feel in the least bit ashamed of herself even though she was naked as a jay bird and knew several eyes were upon her. Instead, she felt excited and aroused. Even when Julian had flicked her nipples with his knuckles when he'd showed her how he wanted her to lie down in the chair, she hadn't minded. Not, that she told herself, there was any danger of Julian being in the film. He'd told her there would be a few men on camera, but for her not to worry about it. There'd be a few girls, too, but he wanted her, right in the beginning, to act just as she would have if she were on the edge of her own swimming pool in her own home. "Look kinda dreamy, honey," he'd said. "And look right into the water. Like you're thinking about a good piece of ass, maybe. Or a French vanilla ice cream cone. Or whatever turns you on, you get it?"
Right after the lights were beamed in and Sundae was told that the camera was on, she thought about money. She wasn't sure how long she would work, but a little smile quirked her lips as she multiplied in her head: Two hundred dollars times four hours equals eight hundred dollars-and if it should happen to roll into eight hours, that would be sixteen hundred dollars, which wasn't bad considering ... and then her thoughts turned to justification and rationalizations:
People fuck all the time, so I might as well make money at it. Mother won't be going back to work at the bank and it does cost a lot to live these days ... of course she'd have a fit if she ever found out that I did something like this for money-me! The descendant of a Civil War heroine, named after her and all ... but then it isn't like I'm an out-and-out whore. And I'm not a virgin any more. Of course Rex might not like it very well if he ever finds out, but luckily enough for me I overheard Julian talking to the rest of the cast about keeping this one under covers for a while, so I bet anything the dirty little bastard plans to sell it on his own without dividing the profits with Rex or Helen Farmdale ... which reminds me that I have to pay her back ... only I think III keep part of the money, but this'll go a long way toward paying Helen back ... and Rex hasn't a leg to stand on anyway, doing me this way ... besides, I'm going to like it ... wonder what the guy will look like ... hope he's nice looking ... wonder if the cast has been checked out for disease, certainly would hate to catch ... but of course they'd never do anything like that! Wonder if I'm a natural-born exhibitionist, maybe if things don't work out the way I plan them I can get a job showing off my tits, it makes me feel hot all over to know people are looking at me ... can't see them, but they can see me ... pussy getting all twitchy just thinking about ... why doesn't something happen!
Suddenly the whirring sound of the camera stopped and Julian's voice barked, penetrating Sundae's thoughts. "Okay, now, Sundae, you've been thinking about a nice big juicy cock. Remember, you're a virgin and all you've ever had up in your coozey is your own finger, then there's that time you spent in a summer camp and one of your roommates jacked you off with her finger. And stuck a toothbrush handle up your ass and wriggled it around. But you've been dying to get at some real prick! So you stretch and kind of lift up your tits to show them off, and look down at your nipples. Then you moan softly and spread your legs apart and dry hump, all the time fingering your tits. After a few seconds of this, I want you to reach down there and get ahold of your cuntlips. Spread 'em wide and close your eyes and keep on humping the mothering air. What I'm after is to make everybody know you're a cock-happy girl but you haven't got any guys around to give it to you, get it?"
Sundae nodded and did as she was told. Through her long eyelashes she tried to peer through the glare of the lights that were blazing down on her to simulate the sun, excited at the idea that a male form would come into view before long. She hadn't been told it would be that way, but reason told her nobody would want to look forever at a girl dreaming about cock and wanting it.
When she'd pulled her labes apart and hunched up and down a few times she saw a dark patch come between her and the lights and knew it was time. She hoped Julian would tell her what to say again when the time came, but then she remembered he'd done it the first time and it stood to reason that he would do it again.
There was a subtle change in the lighting. It became more diffused and when she opened her eyes all the. way she saw a very handsome blond man with a mustache bending over her. Without saying a word, the blond man knelt at her feet and started lapping her pussy. At first it frightened Sundae. She thought surely he should have at least introduced himself. But then it felt so good, that tongue of his when it was slowly, exotically running all round and round on her bubbling little knob of a clit that she stopped worrying about it.
"MMMMMMMMMM," she said as she eagerly scrunched her ass up off the lounge. At first she thought it felt a good bit like, in fact almost identical to, the way Rex had done it. But there was a difference. A weird difference, she decided as she shivered all up and down her body with delight. The young blond man had a tongue that felt Tike rough fur. Almost like a cat's tongue, she decided as she hunched harder and faster. Her breasts were sticking up like hard mounds of ice cream, the nipples taut and perky. Sundae closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she leaned back and enjoyed what was happening, relieved to know that nothing was going to be as bad as she'd imagined it would be. Why, she thought breathlessly, it's almost like being all alone with this guy! Except that there was an added thrill in the knowledge that she wasn't all alone, that several other people were watching the young man tongue her snatch.
She began to shake her head from side to side and opened her mouth, her voice a long drawn-out wail o sound that showed her delight. "OOOOOOH WOOOOOOO-EEEEEE-AHHHHHH!"
The chair overturned.
It startled Sundae. All she could think of was that her mad thumpings and bumpings in an attempt to get more pussy into the young man's mouth had resulted in overturning the chair and ruining the film But nobody said anything, and oddly enough, the young man barely missed a stroke of his lashing tongue.
Now Sundae's ass was on the concrete, but she didn't mind. She was rather relieved that the chair had spilled onto the ground like that, because now she could apply all her senses to the swooping swelling waves of arousal that were gripping her Before, she'd felt the lounge chair tilting and jittering around underneath her, and she'd been with Rex enough to know it was a lot more fun when she didn't have to worry about incidentals. She wrapped her legs around the blond man's shoulders anc hammer-locked him in there, pulling his face closer to her snatch with her feet. He struggled a little, so she released her grip so he could get his breath. Then a shocking thing happened.
She distinctly felt a pair of hands lift her own from her breasts. At first, she thought it was the blond man's hands, but then she realized he'd have to be a contortionist, and have to have four hands. Because he already had his arms twined around her legs. She was slightly dazed and confused, and a part of her mind wondered if she wasn't supposed to say something along about then-at least have some kind of dialogue. But just then she felt the strange pair of hands squeeze her nipples. Hard. And she cried out involuntarily. "Who are you?"
"Relax, baby."
"But-" she began to protest, and got no farther, because she was suddenly flipped over on her belly. Not thoughtlessly, but sensuously, with several hands on her tingling flesh at once. A rush of words whispered close to her ears. She understood that someone was putting something soft under her hands and knees. Her first reaction was gratitude, because Ihe concrete had been rough when she'd felt all those hands getting her to her knees. Then her brain blazed in anger. OF ALL THE NERVE! She wanted to scream it, especially at Julian, because it was clear to even her bedazzled mind what was going on. All along, she realized with a pang of fear and anger, he'd planned for more than one man to do it to her! She opened her mouth. And yelled. "Of all the-" But that was as far as she got. In the back of her head she heard herself saying "It's very difficult to speak clearly with a prick in your mouth." Then, crazily, she heard her mother's voice coming at her from out of her childhood. "Don't talk with food in your mouth, Sundae."
"Ulmp, mn-mn-ylmp," she said. Her voice came partially through her nose and partially around the giant organ that was sliding down her tongue.
Through the glare and the noise and confusion, she heard Julian's voice roaring along as he repeated the same words over and over. "Beautiful, beautiful Beautiful, beautiful! Beautiful, beautiful!" Then h chortled and said, "Okay, Tom, shove it to her."
"Ulmp," said Sundae. She shook her head madly to and fro. The prick in her mouth wagged from sic to side. She opened her eyes, realizing that she could see much better that way, and looked into a black curly bush. But by rolling her eyes upward, she could make out another bush. A beard. The man behind it appeared young, with a ruddy complexion and bright piercing brown eyes. His lips were very, very rec "Suck it, baby," he said softly.
Sundae sucked.
Something was moving around under her. She wondered what it was, and then she knew. She figured it was probably the man named Tom that Julian had said to sock it to her. A thrill washed her redly but she tried to deny it, even as she felt her leg spread apart and a huge cock come cramming its wya up against her tight little hole. Hands pressed her buttocks down, but it wasn't really necessary because Sundae couldn't keep from swallowing the prick under her all up in one swoop, right up into her squirming little, greedy little cunt. She ground down on it, felt it thump up against her womb and cried out happily as she started bouncing jubilantly up and down. When she opened her mouth in order to ye out her pleasure, the prick in her mouth slipped out almost to the hard rubbery knob, but she caught it just in time with the edge of her teeth and sucked it back in.
The man with the curly black beard and the curly black pubic hair who belonged to the prick laughed uproariously. "That's a good girl, sweetie puss." Then she figured he must have turned his head to look over his shoulder because his voice didn't blare down right on top of her head when he said, "She's the greatest yet, Jule! A natural-born cocksucker!"
A fresh wave of anger rolled over Sundae in spite of the heavenly sensation of the cock in her cunt and the natural feel of the one in her mouth. It was suddenly just too much! Spitting the big roll of cockmeat out, she raised her head up and looked blackbeard straight in the eyes. "You stick that back in my mouth again, you bastard, and I'll bite it off. I've been a nice girl all my life. Until now. And it isn't polite to call me a cocksucker."
The blackbearded one tilted back his head and broke into a fresh roar of hilarity. "Not polite! Not polite, for Christ's sweet sake." He held his belly in one big paw of a hand and shook with laughter.
Under her, a voice boomed up from somewhere around the vicinity of her boobs. "Come on, baby, fuck." She looked down and saw a chestnut-colored head of hair and a pair of dreamy looking brown eyes, wondering where the blond man went. Just then she found out. She felt the radiating warmth of a pair of legs and the familiar tickle from a bush of pubic hair as she was grasped from behind. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blond head of hair and mustache. There was no doubt in her mind what the young blond man's intentions were. She felt his hand on her bare bottom. Every time she bounced down the blond man's hand went down with her.
Something caused her to look up and to the right and she saw the entire thing on something that looked to her like a little black and white TV screen.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, THIS HAS TO STOP IMMEDIATELY!" She squalled and bawled, but she couldn't manage to stop humping up and down on the delicious cock that was coming closer and closer to making her gush. Even when she believed she was on national television she couldn't control the thrashing, churning motion of her hips and buttocks. Somewhere along the line it occurred to her that it simply couldn't be a national television hookup, so she was safe. She remembered reading somewhere that some motion picture companies have a closed-circuit television that monitors the action while it's going on, and she drew a breath of relief. She felt so relieved that she didn't protest at all when she felt the slender wand-like cock of the blond suddenly ram into her anus. She shrieked and jiggled, but not with fear or anger. She moved every part of her body, humping, thrashing, bucking, churning and jiggling. Her mouth was wide open and she was panting, not in the least conscious of the way her eyes were wide open and glittering. When Blackbeard once more shoved his meaty cock inside her lips she latched onto it greedily and took long pulls like a regular pro, she thought wildly. And tried to pretend she was disgusted once it dawned on her that she was fairly slurping and drooling over it, but when she looked at the monitor TV screen out of the corner of her eye she knew that she didn't appear to be disgusted about anything.
There was an enormous amount of noise. People were grunting and there were all kinds of squishy gushy sounds. Somewhere a steady rhythm kept pound-pound-pounding, slapping, pounding, and Sundae realized it was a pair of balls that kept swinging against the back of someone's legs. Hers, maybe. There were panting sounds, wheezing sounds, and a steady, 'yeah, yeah, yeah,' coming from somewhere close to her head. Blackbeard, she supposed. And there were other cries, other moans, and now and then an hysterical yell and a few giggles. Suddenly a loud voice cut through everything. "CUT! CUT, DAMNIT! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
Everything stopped.
Everything!
The prick in Sundae's mouth slipped silently out.
The one in her ass was yanked out unceremoniously.
The one in her pussy was pulled to one side and she was left there all alone, still rocking up and down, bumping her ass backwards, and even her lips continued to suck at empty air for a few seconds before she realized all the action had stopped. She blinked her eyes and looked around. For a mind-blowing split second she was reminded of being on a merry-go-round as a child and having the music stop, then the merry-go-round. It kept on turning for a little while because of the momentum, but all the fun was suddenly ripped away.
Julian came forward, a dark shadow against the glare of the lights. He was waving his arms around in the air and stamping his little feet and that fleck of spittle Sundae had noticed on his lips before was there again. He was chewing a cigar and it was tilting up against the corner of his lips while he bawled like a maddened bull, somehow, and at the same time clamped down on the cigar in the side of his mouth. "YOU FUCKERS! I TOLD YOU IT WAS TO BE A SURPRISE, IT WAS TO BE A GODDAMN ORGY, AND NONE OF THE REST OF YOU CHICKS EVEN GOT INTO THE ACTION, AND SUNDAE, YOU BEHAVED LIKE A LITTLE KID TURNED LOOSE IN A CANDY STORE, JESUS CHRIST!"
"You didn't tell me what to do," said Sundae weakly.
"Well, you ought to act like you don't want to have all those cocks stuck in you. What the hell are you, a goddamn glutton?"
"I guess so," she said, ashamed.
"All right, now, we'll start all over. Remember, this is to be an orgy! You've got to start out slow. Feel her up, milk her clit, suck her tits, fingerfuck her, anything at all, only don't jump on her like she was a goddamn fucking machine, first crack out of the box."
The scene was set again with Sundae in the lounging chair, dreaming off into space. She tried very hard to look sexy and sweet and yearning. Julian didn't say anything and the lights stayed on and the camera kept rolling so she supposed she was doing all right. But this time when she looked into the blue water of the swimming pool, all she could think of was the desire to have all those pricks again.
The pace was slower the second time around, and still Julian didn't say anything, so she supposed everything was going all right. There were a lot more men and women on the set and on two separate occasions Sundae knew with a shock that her nipples were being sucked by a female pair of lips. When a girl stuck her big yeasty boobs up in her face and whispered to her to suck, she did so, but she didn't like the taste of girl-titty very well. There was distant music, erotic and soft. As time went on the lights were dimmed and the pool was lit somehow to reflect stars. Sundae lost count of all the times she had howled and quaked her way through orgasms. She was getting weak, but she didn't want to stop. Not as long as there was action, and there seemed to be plenty of it left on the set. Sometimes she had a strange feeling that she'd gone through several different people, then other times she'd see a familiar face or set of boobs or asshole or prick and decide she was probably wrong.
The entire thing came to a convulsing end after a train of sorts was formed and everyone crawled around on the concrete, in and out of everything that could conceivably be utilized to push anything into or out of. At one point Sundae had her finger rammed up a pert little ass while her own was being sawed into and out of by a gigantic prick and somebody was tugging at her left breast with sweet, gentle motions. She looked down, wondering who, out of all those insatiable fuckhappy people, would be so gentle and so sweet. It was Julian. His wig had fallen off and was being ground under a man's knee. His teeth had come out and were harmlessly resting on top of a writhing back, both uppers and lowers. Every time the girl pumped up, Julian's teeth jumped a little on her back, but Sundae noted that they settled down and clung to her back as if they were alive when the girl stroked down against the prick that was under her.
The train kept going on and on and on, and they were nearing the water's edge. Somebody rolled several cans of Crisco onto the concrete. The cans thumped and bumped against naked bodies, and the Crisco was partially melted because of the heat of the lights. Several different hands dipped into the greasy mass and suddenly hands were everywhere, slathering the Crisco all over every conceivable surface that moved.
Slowly, the writhing, bumping, sucking, fucking, blowing mass of human flesh, mostly greasy and slick and shining, now, reached the edge of the pool. Sundae felt herself going down and down and down. She panicked and tried to tread water. But a set of legs was in front of her and another set was in back of her, and she was sandwiched in between, pinned and pierced by two pricks, one in the front and one in the back. If she hadn't been under water, she'd have gasped with relief when the triple decker sandwich with Sundae in the middle floated to the top. She drew a great breath of air in when they surfaced, then screamed out one last frenzied wail of release as she felt the gush that had been building and building, even as she spilled over the ledge, pulsate through her body.
The lights went out.
Sundae wasn't the only one who wearily climbed out of the water and fell flat on the poolside. She closed her eyes and rested, trembling with fatigue. The last thing she thought before sleep overtook her was: I bet I won't want to fuck again for weeks and weeks and weeks!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Sundae awakened, she was stiff and sore and chilly. She sat up, winced at the slightest movement and looked around, wondering where everyone had gone. When she stood up, she ached all over. The water looked good, so she plunged in, swam back and forth across the pool a few times and felt refreshed. When she got out, dripping, she found several damp bath towels and used one to dry herself off. Then she heard people talking and looked around at several doors, wondering which one would take her to a place where she could get something to eat. She was famished.
The second door she tried was the right one. It led down a corridor and the sound of voices was louder. She even heard the welcome clink of china and knew she wasn't the only one around who was hungry. She was still wrapped in the towel she had dried herself with, but when she saw that everyone else was naked, she dropped it on a table and went to the bar where everyone was sitting around eating sandwiches and drinking coffee or mixed drinks. A clock in back of the bar said it was six o'clock. For a second, she wondered if it was morning or night, but she didn't think she would have remained all through what had remained of the night and the whole day stretched out on the concrete poolside. Now that she was revived from the quick dip in the pool and had a cup of coffee and a couple of sandwiches in her hand, she felt much better.
Julian was sitting at the end of the bar, his wig back on and his teeth in place. "Hello, doll. About time you woke up and greeted the sun. I thought you needed the rest, otherwise, I'd have woke you up." He waved an arm in the air and added in between hurried bites from a hamburger, "The rest of this gang is leaving. As soon as you've done something with your hair and put on some make-up, we'll get right into the serious flick."
"I hope it isn't anything like that last one," said Sundae.
"You did great, baby," said Julian, "the second time. Sometimes it takes a little while to get started in the right direction. But coming on slow like that worked beautifully. It was that wham-bam action on the first take that screwed it."
"I didn't know," said Sundae defensively. "After all, you didn't tell me what you wanted me to do."
"Bring your sandwiches and stuff into the other room. This next deal needs a little serious thought applied to it."
"I think I ought to call home. See if Revel is back yet."
"I already did it," said Julian. "He's still out of town. I just talked to him."
Which accounted, Sundae decided, for the jaunty way Julian was behaving. She went with him into a little room where there wasn't much of anything but what appeared to be sound equipment and a few chairs. She sat down in one and Julian drew another one up close and faced her. The room was in semi-darkness. He finished his drink before he spoke, and when he did, his voice was weird. Like an amplified whisper, she thought. "This thing-like I said, it's on the serious side. It's the Garden of Eden theme."
"Garden of Eden?"
"Yeah. You know. Adam and Eve and the snake."
Sundae decided she wasn't going to like it. Especially the part about the snake. "Listen, if you think I'm going to fuck a snake, you're really crazy."
"Snake, schmake! It's only a symbol. What you're going to fuck is a man. But then, you've got to eat the apple."
"What kind of apple did you have in mind?" Sundae still had her mind on snakes and she wasn't going to suck or fuck one of those.
"Eating's only a symbol, too, baby. This is going to be a highly stylized thing. With birds fluttering around. White ones."
"And bird shit."
"No, hell no. Quit worrying! You'll enjoy it. It's serious acting. Maybe some big-shot talent scout will see you in this film and who knows? You might be rich and famous overnight." Julian suddenly remembered about the man Sundae was supposed to be married to and snapped his fingers. "I keep forgetting you're married into the Davis family. But you could be famous. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"
"No. But I'm not going to fuck any snake."
"Just leave it to me, baby. Don't worry about a thing. Now here's what you do. Go down that hall there and you'll find a door marked MAKE-UP STUDIO. But put this robe on. Can't have you getting all worn out, and the make-up and hair stylist isn't a fag."
An hour and a half later, Sundae walked sedately down the hall and onto another set. Palm trees sat around in pots, and artificial green grass was lush on the floor. A few lifelike animals were here and there among the palms. In back of it all was an artificial woods.
"What you do, doll, is you just sit on the grass. Adam will be along in a second. This doesn't have any dialogue. Like I said before. Symbolism."
Sundae sat on the grass under the shadow of a potted palm. She felt stupid. When she looked up and saw a tall blond man with a silky blond beard and the most handsome face she had ever seen, blazing blue eyes, rippling pectoral muscles, slender hips and a ten-inch cock at least, she didn't feel stupid any more. Something down inside of her leaped into life and her blood started pumping madly through her veins. Adam smiled at her as he sat down at her side. She smiled back at him. Background music started up-soft, tender and lovely. A lump came into Sundae's throat as she stroked the ten-inch cock. Everything was just so beautiful, she thought breathlessly.
Birds twittered overhead. She looked up and saw that they were real birds. White ones, just as Julian had said. One settled on her shoulder and she shivered ecstatically. Adam drew little circles around her nipples with the tip of his finger. He kissed her. The music swelled and throbbed. They didn't remain sitting very long. It seemed natural to he down and make beautiful love to this beautiful man with the blazing blue eyes and the blazing pink cock. They didn't say a word to one another. They just fucked.
For a long time, without any feeling of urgency. Sundae realized that she hadn't been really all dried out when she'd dragged herself up from the pool, after all. But considering all that frenzied fucking she'd done, she decided it was no wonder that there was no sense of urgency in the long, slow-stroking, easy-riding, dreamy way they pumped up and down. After a while Sundae realized they were stroking in time with the music. When it increased tempo, so did their thrusts. It was beautiful. It was fun.
She didn't even think about her mother and wonder what her mother would say if she knew what Sundae was doing.
She didn't even think of Rex Davitts.
Instead, she applied all her thoughts and emotions to the act of fucking, and came to the conclusion that she liked it better with the man on top. When the music reached a fever pitch of tempo, so did Sundae and the man she thought of as Adam. The climax that raced through her body and drenched Adam in hot sticky cum was long and satisfying, just as his final strokes were hard and fast and satisfying, and when his seminal fluid came spewing out it happened just as she'd known it would. Right when she was at the peak of her gush.
For a long moment, they continued to lie in one another's arms, enraptured. The music turned into a soft riffle, then there was silence, and thunder began to roll in the distance. Both Sundae and the blond Adam looked up. The sky was darkening. A streak of lightning forked overhead. The stuffed animals were somehow moved into the foliage and only Adam and Eve were alone on the grass, huddling together. In front of them, a light rain began to fall. Adam and Eve huddled closer together. Sundae knew that the film would show them being rained on, but they weren't actually. She wondered what was going to happen next. Although she thought the setting was rather corny, she was quite surprised to find that Julian had so much imagination. She didn't have long to wait and wonder what was coming next.
The light became dimmer and dimmer, and the only sound was the steady patter of rain. Out of the thicket of palm trees, a black ram appeared. In his teeth was a branch with leaves on it, and at the very end wobbled one shining golden apple. The thunder roared again and Adam stood up, dashed across the bright green grass to the black ram and led him forward. He smiled at Sundae. Sundae didn't smile back. Distinctly, she said, "So that's it." Then she shrugged. And added, "Well, at least it isn't a snake."
Adam led the goat to where Sundae rec-lined on the bright artificial green grass. In his right hand he carried a round object that looked like a tree stump. When he came closer, Sundae could see that it was made of some lightweight plastic substance, but it certainly did look very much like a stump, except the round ends were both even. She kept her eyes on the stump, knowing full well that it was because she didn't really want to look at the ram. Especially the ram's horns, which looked cruel and vicious and ready to impale her.
Adam set the stump down. He gave her his beatific smile. "Get on it."
"Those horns," said Sundae in a trembling voice.
"Don't worry about them. The ram has been dehorned. What you see there are made of rubber. They'll look realistic enough on the screen, though. Anyway," his smile grew even more beatific, "this ram hasn't got his mind on butting you with his horns. He's got his mind on his cock."
Sundae didn't believe it. Not for one moment. But there she was, already making motions toward getting herself on the round log, belly down, ass in the air. And there the Adam was, blond and smiling and angelic looking, leading the goat by a small leather leash. And there the ram was, looking at her out of his oddly human-like eyes. His black nostrils twitched. There was an inner excitement in her and she knew herself in that moment for what she was. A few weeks ago she would have denied that she was trembling with anticipation. But she didn't deny that her mind was racing ahead, that she was anxious for the act, her pussy working excitedly at the idea.
She sniffed the air. "I thought they smelled terrible."
Adam shook his head. "Not when they've had the proper .care." He patted the animal's sleek black flanks. "Oscar here, he's had lots of baths."
"But how does he know what to do? I mean," she said just before she positioned herself across the log, "how does he know what's expected of him?"
"He knows. Goats are smart. I'm his trainer, and I know how intelligent he is. You've surely heard of men fucking sheep, haven't you?"
"Yes, but I-he's a he-goat. A ram. I didn't know they'd fuck a woman."
"They'll fuck anything if they're trained properly. Hold still, now."
Sundae held very still. Waves of excitement mingled with the lesser waves of fear. In her mind she thought shakily: Soon that goat will put his heavy prick inside of me. Will he piston real fast or will he slam it home and keep it in there? Will I have to fuck him without any action from the goat-will he leave his long, dark, pink, shining prick inside me and force me to do all the humping, or will he ram in and out of me like a man?
She didn't have long to wait. Her hands curled around both sides of the edge of the plastic material that looked like a tree stump. Something in her stomach revolted for a second at the very obscenity of participating in such an act, but the moment was short. Her hands clamped harder around the edge of the plastic stump she was holding as she felt the touch of Adam's hands on her buttocks, gently spreading the cheeks apart. The temptation to run screaming from the bizarre act was strong; but there was a kind of ambivalence in her thoughts, for equally strong was the desire to remain where she was, to find out how it really felt to be fucked by a goat. She knew all she had to do was roll off the log and refuse to take part in such a grotesque experience. But she was aware that she didn't really want to refuse-otherwise, she acknowledged, as she remained very, very still, she would flee.
A moment later she wished she had taken the opportunity to get away. She felt the hairy legs of the goat as he was positioned in back of her, then a distinct hard coldness as the goat's front hooves came down against her back. She shuddered. "No, I don't want to!" she shrilled.
But it was too late. The hairy coarseness of his hind legs flattened against the backs of her legs and the pulling-apart pressure of the blond man's hands was stronger-and suddenly the ram's prick was a hard, long spur that was sinking into the softly furled outer edges of her vagina. The hooves at her back pressed down harder and the goat's prick was rammed in without further ceremony.
"Hump, Sundae," said Adam's voice in her ear.
She tried to hump, but found it difficult. The goat was heavy and his own action was furious. She had an idea that his back end was jerking back and forth like a jackhammer, because she certainly felt the way she thought a pavement would feel under the thrusts of a jackhammer. Except that there was pleasure! Extreme pleasure. The inner lining of her vagina sucked and contracted, pulling more and more of the ram's rod inside of her, and within moments she found she was able to fuse her own bucking rhythm with his.
White heat shimmered all around her and she grew weak under the arms and along her spine, but she kept on hammering backwards and forwards, bumping her pubic mound against the warm plastic that the slump was made of. Her clitoris began to froth and each time the ram battered her downward her clit sucked and gobbled at the plastic, which had come equipped with several hard rubber knobs. Her clit rode furiously back and forth against one of the hard rubber knobs and the goat continued to batter in and out of her cunt and soon Sundae was screaming, screaming, her voice a shrill, whistling, keening sound of abandoned pleasure.
"I'm cumming-ahhhhhhhhhh!" The hot, sticky joy juice ebbed and flowed through her system, but the ram just kept on pistoning and riding her. She hunched herself upwards and felt the tree trunk under her roll forward a little, but the ram's paws slipped up around her shoulders and dragged her backwards as he kept on humping furiously back and forth, banging into Sundae's cunt with deep, penetrating thrusts. It went on and on and on and on. At last, she bleated weakly and rocked into a second consuming orgasm, her entire body pulsating as she screamed, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH-MMMMMMAHHHHHHHH. CUMMING, CUMMING AGAINNNNNNNNNN-AHHHHHHHHHH!" She felt the hard scalding jet stream of the ram's rolling cum as it filled her to the overflow, and she was just barely able to wriggle her ass and accept it. Her arms dangled lifelessly down on either side of the log and her breath was coming in long, jagged chuffs. She thought it was all over, but it wasn't. To her horror, she felt the animal's rod swelling and swelling. There was a big round knob that felt like it was going to keep on swelling up inside of her until she burst. Alarm made her jiggle her. body and kick her legs in an attempt to get away from the ram, but there was no way possible for her to disengage. Not with those hooves on both sides of her shoulders holding her firm. By moving her head sideways and looking downward over her right shoulder through narrow eyes, she saw that the ram's hooves were encased in something like mittens, and she was thankful for somebody's thoughtfulness. Otherwise, she was sure the hooves would have left her back and shoulders badly scarred. The swelling on the inside of her cunt finally stopped, the goat made a snorting sound and his cock went down. At last, after what had seemed an eternity, the animal reared backwards and jumped off.
An hour later, Sundae was stepping out of a long, leisurely bath in the mansion. She looked at herself in the mirror, halfway expecting her body to show that it had been ravished by a ram. She smiled grimly, mirthlessly, and remembered the way Julian had laughed when she'd said she had been glad the goat had been dehorned. "The trainer just told you that, kid. To make you less afraid." But he had paid her, and she looked at the pile of money that was in a neat mound on the dressing room table in the bedroom. She decided she wouldn't do it again, but she was glad she'd done it.
The telephone rang. It was Rex. He said he would be home within seven hours. It rang again, almost instantly after she hung up. Glen Stokes' voice was pleasant in her ear. "Sundae, I've found your mother. She's willing to come home, but she feels terrible. Guilty. You know. But I've checked with the bank and they aren't going to press charges against her since you've already sent the money. But now I'm worried about you. So's your mother. How in the world were you able to come up with money like that?"
"Borrowed it, Glen," answered Sundae as she tried to push back the mental picture that came instantly into her mind complete with Helen Farmdale and her dildo equipment. "But I have a good job, so I'll be able to pay it all back before too terribly long."
"It must be one hell of a good job," answered Glen skeptically.
"Don't worry about a thing, Glen," said Sundae cheerily. "Everything with me is fine."
When she hung up, Sundae looked at herself in the mirror again. She realized she had changed considerably, but didn't think it was a bad change. Turning away from the mirror, she began to lay out her clothes. She was tired of the masquerade with Rex. There were some things she had to do, but she made up her mind to bring things to a head on that score as soon as he arrived home.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sundae drove over to the airport in Rex's car to meet his plane. After the orgy, then the sexual scene with the blond man whose name she still didn't know but thought of as 'Adam,' then the bout with the goat, she'd come home from her errand and gone directly to bed after dinner. She'd slept wonderfully, and even when she awakened, it wasn't with the usual ache in her breasts and the swollen, yearning feeling in her pussy. She wasn't kidding herself any, though. Now that she'd been turned on, she knew that the moment she saw Rex she would want him.
She saw him step down from the plane and scan the crowd with his eyes. At first he didn't see her, but when he did, he broke into a big smile. The good, hot, awakening sensation rolled over Sundae immediately and she hoped the cream in the crotch of her panties didn't drip down to her ankles. When Rex finally reached her and took her in his arms, she kissed him, said she'd missed him, then laughed a little shyly and added, "Rex, you know, I think maybe I'm oversexed."
If he noticed that she'd used his real name instead of 'Revel Davis,' he didn't change expression. Instead, he hustled her into the air terminal where he claimed his luggage, then hurried out to the car.
"I've missed you, Rex," she said clearly when they were settled in the car.
"I've missed you, too, Sundae." She glanced at his face. Since he was driving, all she could see was the right side of it, but if he noticed she was calling him by his right name, he still wasn't showing it. She scooted over in the seat and thrilled at the touch of his hand when he put it on her upper thigh. The electric-like charges rippled through her when his fingers found and caressed the crotch of her panties, then shoved them aside and thrust a finger against her flaming clit. Leaning across his lap, she unzipped his pants and drew out his cock, then pumped it up and down in time with the finger he had in her slit where it was raking in and out of her fluttering cunt. "And I've missed this more than anything," she said softly as she looked at it and adored it silently. But then the little devil within her caused her to chuckle down deep in her throat. "Not that I haven't had a few substitutes."
He glanced at her. "Really?"
She looked up and met his surprised eyes, giving him a pixie grin. "Uh-huh. About seventeen or eighteen people, mostly men. I didn't really groove on the women, but it was okay, I guess, if you've got a taste for pussy. Then there was a man. A beautiful man, Rex. And a goat. A ram, I guess, is the proper name to call it."
"Jesus." Rex kept on driving. Fast. But carefully. Her hands were warm and sweet on his cock. He had noticed the use of his name, but he'd decided to play things cool and wait. She seemed loving enough, but during his absence he was sure several things had happened and he had always been one to wait-to hesitate before leaping. For a second he thought with satisfaction of his brother, who was once again at home and taking his medicine, and of his mother, who had been happy to see him and glad he'd come. She hadn't wanted to see him leave so soon, but she'd understood that business was pressing. After he drove up into the driveway of the mansion and stopped, he took his suitcase from the car and walked up the stairs of the front porch with Sundae, wondering exactly what had happened during his absence. He'd spent a good bit of time worrying about her reaction when she finally found out who he really was, but she seemed to be accepting it all right. Maybe, he thought with a careless grin, he was just lucky. After all, he reminded himself, there were all sorts of things she could do-all of them sticky and worrisome.
Once they were inside the bedroom, he sat down in a chair and looked at her. She fluttered around, went to the two-way mirror and took off her blouse. "They're over there, Rex. We might as well make everything pay."
"Ummmmm," he said. It was about as noncommittal as he could get.
"I've known, of course," she went on as she skinned out of her pants. "All along."
"That's nice," he said, wondering if it really was, or if all hell was going to break loose.
"And I don't really mind. I mean, I've rather liked the idea of someone taking pictures of us while we were fucking." She smiled at him, then raised up and down on her toes, which caused her fantastic tits to jiggle, Rex noted with pleasure.
"But just because you aren't really Revel Davis doesn't mean that we aren't married. I guess you know that, don't you?"
So that's it, Rex thought. Well, I don't know how she figures, but-He still didn't say anything, but it wasn't really necessary, because Sundae was unbuttoning his shirt. Naked, she perched on his lap, only to get off of it long enough to unzip his fly again after he'd zipped it when he got out of the car. Then she tugged at his trousers and he raised up, let her pull them off. His cock stood up at attention and she smiled at it, bent down and kissed the tip of it, then fondled it lovingly before she straddled his lap on the chair.
Her eyes were on a level with his as she slid down his pole with a clutching, sucking motion of her tight little hole. She repeated what she'd said before. "I said, Rex, I guess you know that we're really married, don't you?"
Rex shook his head.
"Because a contract is a contract," she informed him. "And it doesn't really matter what name you used when you got the license. And we were married by a real minister, not the actor that Helen and Julian had arranged for. I took care of that! And the marriage has certainly been consummated." She broke into a big, loving smile and hunched seductively around in ever-smaller circles. Her snatch was tight up against his rooted mass, grinding back and forth and round and round against his pubic hairs. And she kept on talking, only taking time out now and then to moan with pleasure. "And there's also the fact-mmmmmm-that we have a lot of proof that the marriage was consummated, Rex. In case you didn't know, darling, to consummate a marriage means to fuck one another."
"Yeah.. I-ahhhh, Jesus! That feels wonderful. I've-heard that's what the word means." Rex was still playing it cool, saying no more than was necessary.
"And even though you used a fake name, the minister didn't ask if you, Revel Davis took this woman in holy matrimony, Rex. He just said 'Do you take this woman ... ' without mentioning any names at all."
Rex was enchanted with her boobs. Because as she was bouncing up and down on his lap, sucking his greedy cock all up inside her, then releasing it, they kept jiggling. He bent his head forward and wrapped his hungry lips around one, but his brain was still working. She's full of shit. A contract is void unless it has the right name of both parties involved on it. I can get out of this-if I want to-but....
"At first, I was going to hold you to it, Rex," she said a little breathlessly because of the pleasure that was coursing up and down her body. "But then I decided I wouldn't. So any time you want out of it, just say so. Okay?"
Rex nodded his head. Since her nipple was in his mouth, her breast wagged up and down, too. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to think clearly. But he did hear her say clearly, and distinctly, "Rex, I want to tell you something. I'd much rather fuck you than any old goat."
