The oily smell from the elevator didn't bother Dana so much this morning. What did bother him was the girl standing next to him. She had a look and a fragrance about her that reminded him of a girl he had made love to many years ago.
The elevator chugged slowly to the second floor of ABS.
That smell! It was a mixture of bath oil, perfume, and that wonderful aroma of a beautiful woman's body evaporating.
"Are you with David Alan's orchestra?" the girl asked, turning to Dana.
"Why, uh, yes." Dana answered, surprised, "as a matter-of-fact, I was just going to work." Dana made a gesture toward his violin.
"He's my favorite!" she smiled broadly and tossed her hair to one side.
"Yes, he has a good orchestra." Dana replied.
"I think that is just wonderful," the girl continued. "I work upstairs in the office and don't get to meet too many people who play horns, or act, or anything like that."
"Yeah, I guess not," Dana answered awkwardly. He felt ill-at-ease and didn't quite know how to aid her attempt at idle conversation.
The elevator jerked to a stop and the secretary and the violin player left together.
"Goin' to have coffee?" she asked Dana, as they walked down the large hall, filled with props and sets.
"Why, I'd love to. I'll even buy." Dana answered, a little surprised to be asked by such a pretty girl.
"Having coffee with a member of David Alan's orchestra!" She smiled and made the same gesture she had made on the elevator with her hair. It was a cute gesture ... kind of sexy.
They ordered coffee from the lunch wagon and found a seat.
Dana was in his late forties and greying a little. He didn't look like a musician; violin players seldom do. He looked more like a rabbi, or a diamond cutter. Not being too tall, he stood very straight. He had a very charming smile, although he wasn't particularly handsome.
"How long have you been with David Alan?" she asked, her knee against Dana's leg underneath the table as they talked.
"Oh, lemme see. I don't know ... off and on for ten, twelve years, I guess." Dana replied, pressing his leg gently against hers and relaxing his eyes. He grinned slightly, feeling the same sensations he had felt long ago as a young man. He could feel the vibrations of her body against his as their legs touched. He reached out for her hand. She met his half-way and they sat, staring at each other . . , each with an awareness of the other's thoughts.
The secretary was an attractive girl, much younger than Dana. She had large breasts which protruded behind her blouse. Her hips curved nicely down to shapely legs that showed themselves boldly under the short skirt. She was in her late twenties, a secretary for the accounting department of American Broadcasting System, the largest network in television.
"Well, I have to go. I have to warm up a little before we start to play." Dana said, starting to rise from the table. He squeezed her hand, then let go.
"I get a coffee break at ten thirty ... meet me then, will you?" She held onto his hand, refusing to let go.
"Yeah, uh, sure. I will if I can. I work for fifty minutes and then only get ten off, so I will if I can.
"Try and make it," she said, squeezing his hand, then turned and walked away.
Dana looked after her as she left and took a deep breath. "Damn, what a body!" he said, aloud, watching the two cheeks of her ass move sensually behind her tight mini-skirt.
She looked back and smiled, then tossed her hair deliciously to one side as she moved gracefully down the hall.
Dana unsnapped his violin case, opened it, and unwrapped the highly polished instrument which lay in it's bed of red velvet. He placed a pad of cloth on his left shoulder and adjusted the violin until it was comfortable. Picking up his bow automatically he began to tune the four thousand dollar instrument.
As he tuned, he thought about the girl he had just had coffee with. It made him feel good inside. It was a boost to his ego, which hadn't happened to him in many years, and now, a perfect stranger practically seduces him before nine in the morning! Smiling, he stared at the pile of music before him on his music stand.
Glancing through the stack, he noticed many arrangements didn't include the violins. This was good. He sawed away at the fast show music automatically, looking at his watch every time the violins had a few measures rest.
"I know it's early, but try to concentrate violins, on the music before us." David Alan said, smiling around the stem of his pipe. "You don't have to play in the next two numbers and you can get some rest, but please play what's before you ... I'd like to hear it just once!"
The whole orchestra broke into laughter as
Dana blushed. He grinned when he thought about the note he had just missed ... he didn't miss many.
Dana had been playing violin for nearly forty years and knew his instrument well. Other things in life confused him, but his confidence reigned supreme when he cradled his violin.
"Okay brass, let's take it from the top." the Maestro announced.
Dana put his violin down carefully and started for the lunch wagon. He felt young again ... like a school boy going to a rendezvous with his best girl at recess.
The secretary sat in the far corner of the lunch pavilion. She smiled and leaned her head to one side as if to say 'hello.'
Dana walked briskly to the coffee machine. He poured himself a generous amount, paid for it, and walked toward the girl.
"I see you managed to get away for awhile," she said, smiling.
"Yeah, the violins got a little break, so I got a chance to sneak away," Dana explained, sitting down close to the girl. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Cynthia," she said in a low, sexy voice.
"You look like a Cynthia," Dana replied, looking at her body approvingly.
The toe of her shoe moved slowly up Dana's ankle and caught the bottom of his trouser leg. She moved her foot slowly, back and forth, teasing him deliberately.
"Want to show me around?" she looked into his eyes ... her head leaned to one side and she put one finger between her lips when she spoke.
"Sure," Dana replied, "I'm only a violin player, but I'll show you what I know anything about."
They walked past an elaborate set that was to be used in a musical production number. Cynthia stood for a moment admiring the dazzling beauty the set designer had created.
Dana lingered a few feet behind watching her. He looked at her hips that were pushed boldly into her tight mini-skirt. Her legs curved their way downward to two pretty little feet that fit snugly into a pair of petite high heels. "What an' ass!" he whispered to himself.
Cynthia turned and said, "Isn't is beautiful ... just beautiful!"
"Yeah, it sure is!" Dana said, grinning as he looked at her hips.
"You like that?" she asked, realizing where he was looking.
"Uh-huh!" Dana drawled.
"Do you want it?" she asked, walking toward him.
Dana was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to say. He kept still a moment, then answered, "I sure do!"
"Well, let's find a place then," she said casually. "There's a phone booth."
"A phone booth?" Dana asked, incredulously.
"Why not?" Cynthia asked, pulling him toward the row of booths. "Got any better suggestions?"
Cynthia entered the booth first and sat down on the tiny stool. When Dana entered and closed the door behind him, she undid the button on his sport coat and slid her arms around and underneath his coat. Her legs parted when she pulled him down to meet her open mouth.
Eric Lloyd stood silently by the apple machine eating cottage cheese. He had never enjoyed such a mid-morning break in all his years in the studios. Knowing Dana as he did, he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed in the past fifteen minutes. It was a shock to even see him sit with a girl, much less play toesies with her at the lunch area and hold her hand while walking down the hall ... then enter a phone booth with her!
His curiosity overwhelmed his shy nature and he walked close to the phone booth. He couldn't believe what he saw in the tiny booth. She had her hand inside his pants! Eric walked by slowly and copied the number of the telephone down on a piece of paper. He grinned with excitement as he entered a phone booth next to theirs. He searched for a dime and dialed the number.
Dana was in complete ecstasy. Cynthia had hold of his cock and was jerking him off. . .ever so slowly.
The phone rang! Dana's heart leaped to his throat. He backed into the glass door. The sound of crunching metal and glass filled the hall as he panicked. The door bent with his advances, almost breaking.
Dana had his pants half way down and he tried to turn around. He jerked frantically at the small piece of metal on his zipper ... as the phone continued to ring. His shirt tail was caught in the zipper!
"Let me help you, darling," Cynthia said in a relaxed tone of voice. She released the shirt tail easily and zipped it closed. The telephone screamed to be answered.
Instinctively, Dana picked up the receiver.
"Hello," his voice sounded shaky.
"I thought you would never answer," Eric laughed. "What in the hell is going on in there, you old codger?"
"Eric, you son of a bitch!" Dana screamed. "How did you ... I mean, what did ... well. . .
"I saw two people go into a phone booth and close the door, so I peeked. Why you old lover you."
"Listen, you bastard, don't be telling anything you saw when we get back to work or I'll shove that violin of yours up your ass!" Dana started to laugh. He felt silly having been caught. It made him feel proud to have Eric find him out.
"Well, lover, we'd better get back ... it's been quite a while," Eric suggested, "unless you're not going back," he added with a dirty laugh.
"Yeah, you're right," Dana agreed, a little more relaxed. "I'll meet you back at the store." He hung up the receiver and looked down at Cynthia. Reaching down with both hands, he filled them with soft breasts, as his mouth met hers in a passionate kiss. "See you at noon, honey. I gotta run now." Dana felt brave and strong as he walked briskly back towards stage 33.
"Rah-to-tah-di-de-DAH!" roared the violin section. It never sounded so good and in tune, Dana thought. He remembered the same enthusiasm long ago when he had first worked with a symphony orchestra. He had worked for ninety dollars a week, six months a year and had to take pupils on the side to make a living. When he did get the opportunity to play, it was a special privilege that he felt he had earned. This was how he felt now. . .he was truly enjoying playing his violin.
Twelve o'clock presented a problem. It was time for Cynthia's lunch break and Dana had one more tune to rehearse and pre-record. He fidgeted in his chair and looked at his watch.
"Dana," Eric whispered, who sat next to Dana. "There are only four violin parts to this piece. We'll cover it. Go ahead and split now," he smiled as he leaned over and took the piece of music from in front of Dana.
"Hey, thanks, Eric. I'll do you a favor sometime," he said, sneaking away from the violin section. He put his violin away and left by the rear entrance.
Eric is a nice guy, Dana thought. They had worked together many years and he realized that he didn't really know him. Their conversations were mostly about music and baseball. He was like most of the violin players he worked with ... he remained alone most of the time.
"Let's go to Kiko's for lunch, Cynthia, it's dark and cozy."
"Anywhere, lover."
They walked with their arms around each other as they left ABS. There were twenty busses in the parking lot which had brought people from somewhere to be the audience in one of the shows.
"Two daiquiri's please," Dana ordered, then lit a cigarette.
Cynthia slipped her hand around and under Dana's knee.
"Hungry?" Dana asked, moving closer to his new friend.
"I think I'll drink my lunch." Cynthia said, sipping on the frosted glass. She moved her hand slowly up his leg, moving her fingers sensually as she neared his crotch. "Did you find a place?"
"A place? For what? Oh! A Place!" Dana shifted in his seat. He couldn't get used to the frankness of Cynthia. She wanted him and her only problem was 'where.' He looked at her apprehensively. "Yeah, uh, well, I mean I think I have. I have a friend who is a dancer on the show and they give them dressing rooms. Maybe we can use his."
High pitched voices filled the room with gay laughter. Most of the happy people that entered the darkened bar were men.
"There's Bernie now," Dana spotted him among the group of dancers. They chose a booth in the corner and continued being happy.
Cynthia and Dana watched the happy dancers. They seemed to have a secret from everyone else. They sat close together and talked quietly, laughing occasionally. Bernie looked up from the crowd and saw Dana.
"Com'ere, Bernie, would you?" Dana called out.
"Sure, Dana," Bernie answered, rising to go to his booth. "What's on your mind, beauty?" he asked, sitting across from the couple.
"I need to take a nap this afternoon and wondered if I could use your dressing room."
"I won't need it most of the afternoon. Sure, go ahead, it's number 12." Bernie handed Dana the key. "Have a good nap."
"Thanks, Bernie. You're a doll."
"If I thought you meant that, I'd go to the dressing room with you myself," he said, laughing as he went back to his booth.
"Want another drink?" Dana asked, looking at his check.
"No, I want to go now," Cynthia said, squeezing Dana's crotch.
Dana jumped at her touch. He wasn't used to this sort of thing, much less in public.
"Relax, love. Don't be so jumpy," Cynthia smiled as she stood up.
The sun blinded them as they left the opaque bar. They both fumbled for their dark glasses.
Dana had a private entrance to the ABS building. He propped open a side door with a door-stop, then he could re-enter without a key. Most of the employees knew about this and all of them used the same entrance. It saved walking to the front of the building, which was quite a distance.
"Kiss me now," Cynthia said when they entered the building. Dana looked around quickly as he put his arms around her. He let his hands rest on her slightly plump rear end. He squeezed her gently, pulling her body against his and finding her open mouth. They swayed back and forth, then leaned on the wall as they continued their kiss. Cynthia pushed the lower part of her body hard against his and he returned the movement.
"Shit!" Dana ejected. "Let's get upstairs!"
The elevator waddled it's way slowly upward. It shook, sputtered, and rolled from side to side as the couple waited.
Dana glanced around the ancient elevator. There was no brand name above the door, nor were there any numbers over the controls to determine which floor you wanted. It had been scratched away ... perhaps in disgrace to it's manufacturer.
"He said it was number twelve," Dana muttered, walking down the narrow hall that led to the dressing rooms. "Here it is," he said, turning the key in the thick, brass knob.
"I've never been back stage before. It's all so exciting!" Cynthia said.
Dana smiled at her innocence as they entered the tiny room. There was a couch, or bed, whichever you wanted to use it for, a dressing table and chair, a closet with costumes hanging there and a toilet in a separate room.
Cynthia was unbuttoning her blouse when Dana turned on the light. The blouse fell forward, exposing her large breasts that swelled around the tightness of her brassiere.
Dana stood watching. He took a deep breath to relax the excitement which ran through his chest. His cock began to harden and swell in his pants as he looked at her soft, beautiful body. It had been a long time since his wife had died. He hadn't bothered to find other women after that.
He had buried his life in his work. This beautiful creature before him now excited him so much he could hardly move. He was embarrassed at his immobility. His face was crimson, and could feel the hotness in his cheeks.
With one quick backward twist of her hands, the brassiere relaxed its hold on the two mounds of flesh and slid down her arms to the floor. She sat down on the edge of the leather couch and looked up at Dana.
"Do you like them?" she asked, looking down to the two well rounded mounds of soft, white flesh. The nipples stood firm, begging to be kissed.
"Like them? I just want to sit back and look! My god, they are beautiful!" Dana replied with a shortness of breath. He sat down beside her and stared at the wonderfulness before him.
CHAPTER TWO
It had been many years since Dana had seen anything so gorgeous and tempting. There was a girl that had lived down the street from him when he was a young man in music school who had given him the same physical desire, besides his wife. She had loved violin music and visited him in the early evening after dinner. She never knocked. The door was always open and she took advantage of it by entering and making herself at home. He remembered well how most of her visits had been...
"Hi, Dana," Joyce said, slipping out of the sailor's blouse that she always wore.
"Oh, hi, Joyce," Dana had answered, "I'm almost through with this movement and it's a bitch. I promised myself I'd struggle through it before the day was over." Dana continued to play as the room started to darken. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening. Dana didn't look at Joyce. He never did while he was still practicing. He knew that she was sitting behind him with her chest bare and it would excite him too much to watch her. He sawed away at the wooden box, keeping his mind on the music.
Joyce removed her tight slacks and panties. Being completely nude, she walked to the corner of the room and stood on her head in a Yoga position. Her long legs reached up the wall toward the ceiling, while the rest of her body remained rigid. The muscles in her well formed body stood out as she balanced herself. Her nice sized breasts stood firm in this position.
Before entering the Conservatory, she had traveled with an underwater ballet. The 'trick' or 'gimick' she performed at each show was to dive into a thirty foot tank of water, disappear under a fake rock and stay submerged for ten minutes. What the audience didn't see was that the rock was cut away and she rested comfortably on a little seat, smoked a cigarette, then swam to the surface. . .having given the impression that she had been holding her breath all this time. After two years in the water with the ballet, she started growing scales on her legs and quit. She had to oil herself down daily to keep the scales from returning.
Dana made a mistake. He could see her out of the corner of his eye and couldn't concentrate on his music. He could feel his cock harden as he continued playing. He made another mistake.
"Shit!" he spurted out, lying his violin down on the chair.
"Wanta fuck?" Joyce gurgled from her upside down position.
"I wish you'd let me finish my practicing before you want to make it," Dana said, picking up the instrument and continuing his work. He made another mistake.
Joyce gracefully put her feet to the floor and slowly brought her trunk to a standing position. She walked behind Dana and put her arms around his waist. His fly unbuttoned easily.
He made another mistake, but kept sawing away. His cock was full length now and hard. He could feel her tingling fingers search out his organ and fondle it gently. He made another mistake.
"Why don't you put that violin down before you drop it?" Joyce said quietly, her head resting on his back. Her hand was filled with his hard-on. She started jerking the loose skin back and forth over the hard prick. Her cunt was wet with excitement as she stroked his muscle.
Dana lay down his violin carefully and turned around. He put his arms around the nude body and shivered with excitement. His cock hurt, it was so big! Her hand felt good rubbing it. Dana stood up and folded his music stand and lay it on a shelf, then took off his pants. His joint stuck out of his snorts making him look comical.
Joyce laughed. She rolled over on her stomach giggling as Dana walked up to her. He had taken all his clothes off and stood watching her.
"What's so funny?" he asked, rubbing his balls. They were tight and they itched.
"You are. Look at you standing there rubbing your own balls."
"It feels good. That's why I do it."
"Come here," Joyce beckoned, her arms outstretched.
Dana sat down on the bed, then put his arms around Joyce. Her flesh felt soft against his. She was almost as tall as he, and their bodies fit together nicely. He put his prick between her legs and moved slowly in and out.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" she asked, reaching down for the shaft. She pulled on the muscle, then pushed the skin back.
"I would like to."
"Maybe you can make me come. I never have, you know."
Dana looked at her and felt sorry for her. He began kissing her breasts, then sucking on them. His hands moved swiftly over her hips and legs, sensually tickling the creamy flesh beside him. His right hand found her furry nest and he inserted his middle finger into the parted lips. Her box was wet with passion, ready for his instrument ... soon. Dana wondered why she couldn't come. He would try his best to see to it that she at least got a good fucking. He fingered her until she started breathing hard, then moved down with his face and licked her crotch.
Joyce parted her legs and awaited his tongue into her snatch. It felt good when he began licking the lips of her vagina. She moved her hips in a circular motion, accepting his efforts of sucking her cunt.
Dana found the clitoris and began licking it with his hard tongue. He could feel her respond to his mouth and it made him feel good when she began to groan. He licked harder and harder, moaning himself with pleasure. Her box tasted so good! It was clean and slightly salty tasting. The lips parted naturally as he drove his chin farther into the hole. Her clitoris was as hard as a little prick, jutting out, sticking him between the lips.
"Oh, Dana, that feels awful good. Please do it some more ... Don't stop ... not yet!" Joyce moaned, riding his face and enjoying the pleasures he was giving to her. "Oh, God! Keep it up, Dana, I know I can come!"
Dana increased his tongue action, circling, licking, then sucking on the little gland. He tingled with excitement when Joyce started to come. She hunched his face and began to scream. Her cunt made a strange noise when she had her orgasm. It slurped at his chin, convulsing as the orgasm overtook her whole body.
"Good God, Dana! I am coming! I AM COMING!" she screamed, writhing in passion and ecstasy. Her toes wrinkled back as the height of all thrills passed through her system. She hoped it would go on and on!
"Come Joyce! You can come some more!" Dana said, slurping and licking at the dripping hole. It excited him to see her ejaculate and wanted to help her with more thrills. He could feel her begin another orgasm. Her pussy moved and lapped at his face as he continued licking and sucking on her cunt.
"That's enough Dana. Please stop now. I think I'm gonna faint," Joyce said, pushing his face away from her crotch.
Dana sat up and looked at Joyce.
"Don't you want to come any more?"
"That was the first time and it felt so good it almost hurt. I never had a man go down on me before. That was the greatest! You know, maybe I'm a dyke," Joyce said, turning to face Dana.
"Does my cock excite you?" he asked, shoving it in her face.
Joyce reached out and held onto the long tool and smiled.
"I love your cock." She opened her mouth and stuck the head of it in her mouth and began to suck.
"Oh Joyce! That is the greatest feeling I ever had!" he said, lying back to enjoy her efforts. Her full lips moved back and forth while her tongue was moving around the head of his prick, driving him mad! The warm mouth on his instrument excited him so he cried out in pure pleasure.
"Oh, Joyce! Suck me, honey. Suck me! he screamed.
Joyce continued her act of love, taking all of his cock into her mouth and sucking it as best she could. She suddenly got an idea that maybe she could come again if he fucked her. She stopped her motions and pulled the cock out of her mouth. Turning, Joyce lay on her back and spread her legs.
"Now fuck me, Dana. Fuck me good!"
Dana climbed on top of the beautiful body and inserted his joint and began to fuck. Up and down, back and forth, around and around. He put his hands on the cheeks of her butt and rammed into her to the hilt. He rammed again and again, enjoying the fantastic sensation of a tight pussy milking his dick.
"Come with me, Joyce. You can. Come with me ... I have a big cock in your cunt and I'm fucking you! Come with me ... I'm coming!" Dana yelled, forcing himself to freeze while the hot come spurted from his body into her depth.
"Oh Dana ... DANA ... Fuck me, I'm coming! Oh Dana, Dana, Oh, fuck me, oh Dana, I am coming!" Joyce screamed into Dana's ear, digging her fingernails into his back until she broke the skin. Her whole body screamed with pleasure as the orgasm engulfed her senses.
Soon it was over. Dana could feel his prick begin to soften. He pulled it out and wiped it off with a hanky.
"That was nice, Joyce. See, you can come. I'm glad."
"Your tongue is what started it. You should have been a trumpet player," Joyce laughed, getting to her feet. "I have to go now. I have a date tonight. See you later, Dana," she said, dressing.
Dana watched her as she put her clothes on. What a dingy chick! he thought to himself. What a ding-dong!
There had been a few women after that, but not many. He had been married for ten years, then his wife died. The violin demanded so much mental and physical endurance that women were soon an accepted absence. Life for Dana became centered around music, musicians, practicing and performing. The only sex he had was with himself when he masturbated.
That is, until this morning, when he had been singled out for an affair with a woman whom he had just met.
He sat face to face with the half dressed body, which desired something he had remembered ... but neglected.
"Look honey, you can stare all day, but I have to go back to work in a few minutes," Cynthia declared, becoming annoyed with Dana.
"I'm sorry," Dana said, laying his head on the softness of her breast, "but it's been so long, and you are so beautiful that I have almost forgotten what to do!"
"Well, you could start by kissing me!" Cynthia remarked, grabbing Dana and pulling him down on top of her.
"Oh, my God!" Dana's breath came hard after a long kiss, "I don't think I can stand it!" he said, trying to pull away.
"Yes you can," she whispered, and ran her tongue into his ear. Her hands moved quickly up and around his back, then underneath to his zipper. She pulled the tiny metal piece down and put her hands inside his trousers, seeking for the rod she wanted ... badly. There it was, a nice, hard cock to play with. What a way to spend her lunch hour, she thought, fooling around with a member of David Alan's orchestra!
Cynthia fingered the slit on the end of Dana's joint and sticky fluid oozed out onto her finger. She rubbed this around in a circle over the crest of his throbbing joint, then reached under and lifted his testicles.
"I think I'm gonna come," Dana said, a feeling of helplessness overcoming him. He was limp with passion, and lay back almost in a daze as Cynthia continued her adventure.
"Can't you wait and come in me?" she asked, pulling down her skirt. She stepped out of her panties and got on top of Dana. She found his hard shaft and worked it inside her vagina. He felt good to her. Dana wasn't too big, but he was thick and hard. She worked herself down on the throbbing dagger, then back up and down again.
Dana almost fainted. He could feel her tight cunt pulling at his member and it felt so good he groaned with delight. He put his arms around Cynthia and hung onto her butt while she fucked him.
"Oh, Dana! You're so big and hard! You feel good inside my body. Oh, keep hard, don't come yet!" she panted, fucking his long stem. She developed a rhythm of motion that satisfied her. His cock rubbed against the sides of her vagina and clitoris, exciting her wildly.
There was a knock on the dressing room door.
"Bernie, are you in there? It's me sweetie," a high pitched voice came from the hall. There was another knock at the door and the voice spoke again: "Bernie, it's me, ere you there?"
"Bernie isn't here," Dana shouted back. "He's at Kiko's."
"No he isn't!" the voice answered. "I was with him there and we walked back together."
"Oh, Christ!" Dana whispered to Cynthia, who had gotten off of him and was rapidly dressing.
"Who is this anyway?" the voice shrieked from behind the door.
"I'm a violin player trying to take a nap is who. Bernie let me use his room. What do you want?" Dana asked, trying to zip up his trousers.
"I'm one of the dancers that has to use this room for some very fast changes pretty soon and I'd like to get in," the voice stated, irritated.
"I can't get this god-damned zipper up, shit!" Dana mumbled, tugging at his crotch.
"I can't help you right now, I've got a brassiere to either get on, or hide," Cynthia whispered, pulling her skirt around her waist and rearranging her hair. "Get rid of that guy if you can."
"Hey, uh, listen, friend," Dana said, near the door. "I'm not dressed. Why don't you go get a cup of coffee and I'll be right out."
"Well, alright, but don't take all day. I have to be in a policeman's uniform by one o'clock."
"Good God, hurry," Dana whispered. "He'll be back in a minute or two."
"I'm dressed," Cynthia replied. "Here, let me help you with your zipper ... again."
"Wh-when is your next break?" he asked, trying to be polite. He felt guilty and suddenly became irritated with Cynthia. Not being used to women, he didn't like the situation he suddenly found himself in. His life was simple. There were never any complications ... especially like this.
"At three usually. Want to meet me for some, uh, coffee?" She smiled and threw her hair to one side as she had done repeatedly and pulled her skirt up slightly.
Damn her! Dana thought. Here I am scared to death we'll be caught and she's showing me her god-damned leg! He looked at it a moment, forgetting his anger, and smiled.
"I'll meet you at the wagon," he said, leaning down and kissing her neck. But instead of anger, he began to feel adventurous. He was enjoying his situation! His quiet life was a bore, it was time he got a little daring and began to do things out of the norm!
"Let's go," Cynthia said. She put her arms around Dana and kissed him passionately before they left. She could feel his cock begin to harden as she pressed her body against his.
"I have two hours to find a place for us to fool around. How long is your break?"
"Not long, but long enough to stretch it a little, if you find the right place. I want you, and I'm gonna have you come in me before the day is over."
The couple shyly left the dressing room. Other dancers were getting ready and had their doors open. They all stared at Dana and Cynthia when they left. A couple of them giggled. Dana went rapidly down the stairs and into the hall.
He walked Cynthia up to the third floor where she worked. There were many women sitting at desks typing. He watched her through a glass in the door as she went to her desk and sat down. "Everything is so business and serious!" he thought. "Downstairs everyone's crazy and up here, they're so stuffy! No wonder Cynthia was flipped to get to be with someone ... anyone in show business." He walked back down the hall to the elevator and punched the 'down' button.
The doors opened and out walked four dancers dressed as policemen.
"Hi Dana," Bernie called out as he left the elevator.
"Oh, hi, Bernie, Here's your key."
"Oh, don't you need it anymore?"
"Well, there was some other guy that had to dress in there, so I left. I'll find someplace else to crash."
"Oh shit! We have fast changes. I forgot, Dana."
"Thanks anyway, Bernie," he said, pressing the one button.
The lunch square was deserted. Dana didn't know what to do. Go take a nap, or wait in the lunch square. He hated to wait for people, but this was a little different. His adventurous side of his personality was taking over now and he was determined to meet with and ball that secretary. Maybe he would ask David Alan to borrow his room for the afternoon that was it! He knew he wouldn't mind!
"You still here?" one of the musicians called out from the hall.
"No, I left hours ago," Dana replied with a smile. He poured himself a cup of coffee and paid for it then left the wagon area. There were many props and sets stored out in the hall and he stared at them while he drank his coffee. He could hear the music that he had pre-recorded that morning blaring from a speaker in studio 33. This was where they filmed the Don Melton Show. He turned and walked briskly toward the elevator which would take him to David Alan's office.
CHAPTER THREE
Sid Baker had gotten to work that morning at eight o'clock. He had had breakfast earlier with his wife in their Beverly Hills home. Sid had produced the Don Melton Show for over ten years. With a salary of five thousand dollars a week, he had managed to live very comfortably.
His silver Rolls Royce shone brightly in the ABS parking lot, parked in a place marked 'Sidney Baker.'
There was a production meeting at eight thirty with all the principals. He went to his plush office and greeted one of his secretaries.
"Come in, I want you to take a letter," Sid said crisply.
The secretary obeyed and brought her pad and pencil into his private office.
One side of the office was glass, covered with long, thick drapes. They were white and transparent. There was a view of the front lawn of ABS through the wall-window. The rest of the office was paneled in dark walnut. His desk was large, filled with scripts and loose papers.
Sid was in his early fifties. He was a handsome man with streaked gray hair and always had a sun tan. He towered over most of the men being six foot four and was admired by all the ladies in the building.
"A letter to Mickey Mahoney's manager, Lee Waldruf. 'Dear Mister Waldruf: If you will not accept three thousand dollars for Mickey Mahoney to appear on the Don Melton Show, then I cannot accept your price of five thousand dollars for Lillian Farrel. Sorry we can't do business together. It would have been a good spot for Mickey, and three thousand dollars is a good price for him. You would think he needs the exposure on national television. Will be in touch with you about that rock group soon. Until then, very truly yours, Sid.' Get it in the mail today. I want that bastard to eat some shit for not going along with my price," Sid spat out. "Get me some coffee, will you?"
The secretary left and returned with a ceramic mug filled with steaming coffee.
"Here you are Mister Baker," she said, handing him the mug.
"You know I can't remember your name. You've only been here about a week, right, miss
"Pat ... Pat Mullins. Yes, I transferred out of accounting to your office. I want to learn to be a script girl."
Sid looked at her a moment. She was a gorgeous woman with long legs that reached out of her short hot pants. Her breasts were enormous, protruding through a knit blouse that was cut low. The mounds of flesh pushed from behind her brassiere, tempting whoever would look. She had long curly hair and a pretty face with full, inviting lips.
"There are a lot of things involved in being a script girl," Sid said, eyeing her expressions.
"I know pretty well what is expected of me. I've been in the building for five years now."
"Not as a script girl though, or even in production. You've been in another world up there in accounting. Production becomes a little more involved. There are certain things like, well..."
"You mean I have to sleep with someone?" Pat asked, outright.
Sid looked at her straight forward. "It amounts to something like that ... Yeah." He watched her expression. She didn't grimmace and was perfectly cool. Her eyes looked back at Sid knowingly.
"You the one I swing with? Or do you have to get somebody else to do that for you?" Pat asked, leaning on his desk, looking down at him.
Sid was annoyed. He didn't like smart-ass chicks ... but he respected this one.
"If I ever decide to do it to you, believe me, it will be me ... and you will never forget it the rest of your life." He stood and picked up a script from his desk. "Come with me today, you'll get to see a production meeting that started without me five minutes ago."
Sid filled his pipe as they walked down the carpeted halls of the business section of ABS. He nodded to a few people who passed him, keeping his attitude aloof and cool. Everyone wanted his job and he knew it. "Fuck 'em!" he thought secretly, as he entered the production meeting room. His ego welled up inside as all the faces turned and their attitudes changed. They were scared shitless at his presence. One word from him and any one of them would go.
"Any problems?" Sid asked, standing at the end of the long oak table where the production staff presided.
"Don doesn't like the script. It isn't funny," the assistant director spoke out.
"Which scene doesn't he like ... or is it the whole script?"
"The whole script. He wants to re-write everything."
"Alright, so where do we start?" Sid asked, looking at the head writer.
"Well, instead of him being a cowboy, let's make him a cop."
"Bullshit ... and have to design new sets?
You're kidding." Sid remained firm. His job was to produce the show and save money wherever he could. The head writer bugged him. He was always thinking about something else than budget.
"Alright, then we make him a sissy cowboy instead of the Sheriff."
"Now we're talking. Make him a naive cowpoke that doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Can you re-write it today by run-through?
"Sure. Come on writers, we're wasting valuable time," the head writer spoke, rising from his chair. Seven other writers left the room at the same time, each with worried looks on their faces.
"Now, what else is the problem?" Sid asked, looking at the director.
"Gee, Sid, that's about it. We get the script in good shape and Don will be happy," the director replied. He was a tall, aggressive young man in his early thirties.
"See you about noon, when the writers have finished," Sid said, rising from his plush seat. He nodded to Pat, who followed him from the room.
"Gotta be tough!" he said, walking down the hall. "I get so tired of being the heavy that sometimes it gets to me."
"I understand," Pat said, trailing her boss. "You were beautiful, Sid," she added, following him back into the office. Pat remained outside in the outer office, while Sid bolted into his inner room. He left the door open.
"Pat! Come on in here!" Sid yelled from his desk. He threw the script down on the desk and walked to the door. After Pat entered, he shut the door with a slam, then went behind his desk.
"So you want to be a script girl ... now that you know some of the particulars involved?" Sid said, leaning on his hand. He rocked back and forth slowly, watching her.
Pat was cool. She walked slowly around behind the desk and leaned down and placed her open mouth on his. She ran her fingers through his hair and moved her mouth around sensually on his. She put her other hand inside his shirt and tickled his chest.
Sid was a sucker for big tits. He always had been. Legs didn't matter to him at all, but big tits drove him wild. He was politely surprised when Pat became so aggressive. His ego welled up inside as this young, beautiful girl was making the advances to him. He felt his cock harden as her open mouth moved around on his. Her hands knew what to do for now to satisfy him, and he could only imagine the rest.
Pat was no dummy. She wanted the job and every other woman in the building would give a month's paycheck to get to do what she was doing. The opportunity had opened itself up to her and she was taking advantage of it. He was a sexy old codger and she was enjoying tempting him.
The phone buzzed. Sid broke away gently and answered it.
"Yes?" he asked, then listened for a moment.
Pat walked around in front of the desk, idly looking around. She picked up a picture of Sid's wife and looked at it, then put it back down.
"That's right, Don, we make you a dumb cowpoke that can't even ride a horse without falling off, get it? That's funny!" Sid was different when he talked to Don Melton. Don was his boss and one word from him would mean five thousand dollars less a week.
"They're re-writing it now, so don't worry, Don. I'll bring you down the script as soon as I get it.
Don't worry, you'll like it...."he listened awhile. "Believe me, you'll like it. They know what to do. Trust me Don. It'll be funny if I have to write it myself."
Pat smiled at him. This was all new to her. She hadn't been around executives who had to make decisions and live under constant pressure. It was new and exciting.
"Alright, Don, talk to you later," Sid said, then put the receiver down. He looked worried and concerned with the script problem. "It seems like every week Don has to change the script. Looks like I would be used to it by now, but it worries me just the same. Don is so insecure! He can't except anything the writers do unless it's his idea." Sid looked down at his hands and squeezed them together. One of his knuckles cracked.
"Now I can see why you big executives have ulcers and heart attacks at an early age. You worry too much, Sid. You're too young to die," Pat said, sincerely.
Sid looked at her and smiled. "You know you're right. But that's this business and if you can take it, there's a lot of money to be made."
"Yeah, if you can take it. You look worried."
"I am. Come around here and do what you were doing before we were interrupted. You know I'm a sucker for big tits," he said, looking at her chest. They thrilled him to watch the mounds of flesh bounce slightly when she walked around to his side of the desk.
"They're yours if you want them," Pat said, pushing her breasts into his face. She laughed when he buried his head between her large tits and kissed the cleavage which showed before him.
"God, they're beautiful!" Sid said, wallowing his mouth in the soft flesh.
"Will anyone come in if I take my blouse off?" she asked, unbuttoning her clothing.
"I'll lock the door and they won't. They always call first but sometimes Miss Kelly barges in here. She is a good worker so I don't get too upset. I just remind her to always knock or call first." Sid stood up and went to lock.the door. "Jesus! Have I ever got a hard-on!"
"Good!" Pat said, taking off her blouse. She laid the clothing over the back of his plush chair, and reached around to undo her brassiere.
The phone buzzed.
"Shit!" Sid said, locking the door. He went to the phone and picked up the receiver. "Hello."
Pat waited before she finished taking off her bra. She leaned on the chair with a bored expression on her face as she waited for Sid.
"Yeah, I'll be right down," he said, and hung up the receiver.
"The writer's have finished with the script and want me down there. Bring a pad and pencil and come along," Sid stated, going to unlock the door.
"What about your other script girl? Won't she be at the meeting?" Pat asked, buttoning her blouse.
"Yeah, shell be there, but don't worry. She's been wanting to work for the Carol Williams Show for over a year now and I'll just have her reassigned," Sid spoke, as he walked down the halls of ABS.
The elevator seemed to take forever getting to the third floor of the writer's building.
Sid figited nervously as the creeping elevator worked at his patience. He was a man of action and could see no use to tolerate incompetence.
"You mean that I'll be the new script girl for the Don Melton Show?" Pat asked, as they left the elevator.
"I think you'll work out. You have big tits," Sid laughed, as he entered the head writer's office.
There were jokes and pieces of paper tacked all over one side of a large bulletin board. A leather couch and two leather chairs sat to one side of the room. The head writer sat behind a steel desk, cluttered with scripts and pieces of loose paper.
"Okay, read it to me," Sid said, taking one of the chairs.
The head writer began to read the script. It was funny. Pat began to laugh while the other seven writers and Sid only looked at the head writer. They occasionally nodded their heads and remarked, "Now that's funny!" but they never laughed, only listened.
"Don'll like it. Call him and tell him I'm bringing over the new script," Sid said, rising. He took the script from the head writer and left the room. Pat followed close behind. Sid looked back after he left the office and all seven writers were straining to look at Pat. When Sid saw them, he smiled and looked back at her rear end.
"It's a nice one," he said, giving it a little pat.
"Where was the other script girl? She wasn't there," Pat asked.
"Dunno. Probably at another meeting somewhere. Music department or some place," Sid said, walking back to the elevator. "We're going to Don's bungalow and let him tear this one apart." He smiled, only the expression in his eyes was a serious one.
Pat felt proud walking down the halls with Sid. Everyone smiled at him when they passed in the hall. People looked at her before, like they look at any pretty body, but with Sid, they looked at her with special interest. She was somebody when she was with him and liked the feeling. This was what she had wanted for a long time and now it was happening for her.
Sid stopped in front of Don's dressing room and knocked.
"Come in," Don called from inside.
Sid entered with Pat at his heels.
"Don, say hello to Pat. She's gonna be our new script girl."
Don stood and smiled. "Nice to meet you Pat. Welcome to our show."
"I'm very flattered to meet you, Don. I've admired you for years, and now I get to work for you. I'm very honored.
"Good! We'll work the shit outa you!" Don said, then broke into a hearty laugh. "Now lemme see that re-write. It had better be good."
Sid handed him the script, then sat down. He motioned for Pat to do the same.
Don Melton had been in television and movies for over twenty five years. He had flaming red hair and was funny as a slap-stick comic. He stood six foot two, with broad shoulders and a face that looked sincere. His pleasant mannerisms on stage had made him a favorite with American television audiences, which was great for him because he loved to perform. He was more at home on stage than he was at home. He was constantly trying to make people laugh, almost to the point of becoming a bore. America didn't know this, but Sid and the writers did. They stayed away from him, unless he called for them. His ego was so demanding that he had to have the biggest say-so on everything that happened on his show.
Sid was a smart man. He knew how to handle his boss and did so very well. Don had threatened to fire him dozens of times, but Sid always figured how to sooth the situation. Sid actually liked Don. He did his best and tried as hard as he knew how to make the show a success. When it was a success, Sid was a success. This made for a cozy, personal relationship between super star and producer.
Pat was fascinated at being in the presence of Don Melton. She couldn't take her eyes off the performer. She had seen him so many times on television and in the movies, that she couldn't get used to being so close to him. She was cool though, and didn't stare knowingly. She watched Sid as he waited patiently for Don to finish.
Don was different than the writers. When he came to a line he liked, he laughed. He read a couple of lines out-loud and all three laughed at the impertinence in which Don would be cast in the cowboy script.
"It's great, Sid. Just great. Send it to the copiers and have it okayed to copy. I'll probably change a few things at run-through this afternoon, but it's good. Well keep most of it for filming tonight."
"Good," Sid said, standing. "Call me if you need anything."
"I sure will!" Don said, going to the door. He opened the door for Sid and Pat to leave.
"Why, thank you. What a pleasure to have you open the door for me," Pat said, leaving the bungalow.
"I'm not polite, I just wanted to look at your ass!" Don said, breaking into a warm laugh.
"Is he always like that?" Pat asked, as they walked toward Sid's office.
"Not always. Sometimes he's a bear."
"I couldn't imagine him not being kind," Pat said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Just wait. You'll see his different moods. He's alright, though, just hard to handle at times."
"I want you, Sid ... real bad. Are you going to let me show you what I can do for you?" Pat asked, walking close to him.
"Yeah, let's go see how well you give head," he said, opening the door to his outer office.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Any calls, Miss Kelly?" Sid asked, walking through the outer office.
"The head writer wanted to know how Don liked the new script," Miss Kelly answered. She was in her early forties. A nice, efficient secretary that took care of most of Sid's business. She wore her hair back in a knot and was usually serious. She was an attractive lady that few people ever noticed because of her attitude and the way she dressed. Her business mannerisms turned most men off.
"I'll call 'em right now. Hold all my calls will you, Miss Kelly. Everyone except Don, of course," Sid said, entering his office.
"Of course," Miss Kelly quipped.
"Come on in, Pat," Sid called out. She had gone to her desk for something.
Pat entered Sid's office and closed the door. Sid locked the thick, mahogany door and walked over the thick carpet to the telephone.
Sid dialed three numbers on his phone. He waited a moment, then spoke. "Hi, this is Sid. Don loved it. You did a beautiful job quick. Thanks, Norm. See you at run-through," he said, then hung up the receiver. "Come here, pretty girl. Let me see what you can do." Sid's attitude changed. He was a human being now instead of a calculating businessman.
"You still haven't fired your script girl, Sid. That worries me. What if she shows up on the set today and I'm there too? I would be embarrassed," Pat spoke as she walked around behind the desk. She sat on the arm of the chair and put her arm around Sid.
Sid leaned forward and reached for the phone.
He dialed three numbers and waited. "Hi, this is Sid from the Melton show. Fine, how are you?" He listened a moment. "Got a favor I want to ask ... you know Mary Thompson, my script girl? Well, I have another girl I want to use now and wondered if you could find a place for Mary?" Sid listened, putting his arm around Pat's waist. She had strong, firm thighs that excited him. He patted her hips solidly as he listened on the phone.
Pat watched with acute intensity. If she could only land this job! "Find another job for her ... please!" she thought as she sat on the arm of the chair.
"That's good. I'll call her and tell her to come on over," Sid remarked. "Thanks again ... uh huh ... goodbye." He hung up the receiver. "They have an opening for her today. I'll have to call her now and get that all straightened out," Sid said, dialing three more numbers.
Pat smiled. Her whole body tingled with excitement as she thought about her new job. It had been a long time happening, but it had been worth it! Script girl on the Don Melton Show!
"Hello, Reva? Sid. Listen honey, I got you a better job on the Carol Williams show. That's right, go on over there after lunch. I talked to the producer a few minutes ago. That's right. Good luck to you, Reva. Bye-bye," he said, then hung up the receiver. "Now, where was I?"
"You were wondering about my talents," Pat said, leaning down and putting her open mouth on his. Her wet lips clung to his mouth passionately. She felt his tongue push through her lips into her mouth. She moved her mouth around in a circle, enjoying the hardness of his tongue. Her lips went to the tongue and she began sucking it.
Sid moaned. Her lips were so vibrant and tantalizing! He could already feel them around his cock. He pushed his tongue in and out of her mouth, enjoying every movement she made. He opened his eyes and watched her head move around in a circle, licking and sucking on his mouth. He reached down in her dress, filling his hand with a large, smooth breast. The brassiere was tight and he pushed his hand to get inside and find the nipple. Once having found it he thrilled to the touch of her enormous tits. They felt good to his touch as he squeezed them gently. Pat moaned at his touch. This excited him more to know that she liked what he was doing. She responded by pushing her chest into his hand. Her hand clasped his and she massaged the back of his hand while he pressed on her breast.
Pat reached down and felt the rise in his trousers. It was big and hard. She rubbed it for awhile, squeezing it and holding it tightly. Her hand moved upward to find the zipper. She pulled the zipper down and put her hand inside to feel the cock in the flesh. Pat slid off the arm of the chair and got on her knees between Sid's legs. She pulled the hard-on out of his pants and looked at it. She rubbed the head of it with her palm and stroked the sides gently.
Sid sat back excitedly as he watched her lick the side of his penis. Her educated tongue knew the parts of his cock that excited him the most and she found them. She licked behind the head, then down the sides of his long shaft. Her left hand grabbed the head of his cock and her right went underneath to cradle his testicles. Her mouth worked expertly around and over the hard-on, licking and kissing the sensitive areas with great passion. Finally, she took her hand off the massive muscle and went to the top of the crown with an open mouth and put the cock in her mouth. Her head went around in a tiny circle, sucking brilliantly on the stiff prick.
Sid was in heaven. He lay back in his thickly padded chair and enjoyed this miraculous sensation of Pat giving him head. Her mouth drove him crazy! Everything she touched with it responded like never before. Now she had the whole cock in her mouth, sucking like mad! He thought he would flip, it felt so good. She bobbed up and down on his joint, sucking and sucking!
"Oh, Pat. Don't ever stop ... please!" he moaned, writhing in his private sensual pleasure. His legs and toes tingled with the excitement she was creating. He hunched his hips forward, pushing his man's instrument down her throat.
She took it gladly, sucking harder on it as he fucked her face. She couldn't get enough of his penis in her mouth. She engulfed the whole six inches down her throat and sucked wildly on the throbbing joint. Her cunt ached with passion as she took the prick in her head. She rubbed her knees together, causing her enflamed clitoris to rub against her leg as she kneeled in this position. God! He tasted good! She sucked and moved her head up and down, around and around, thrilling to every thrust of his cock in her mouth.
Sid began to feel faint. The room started to spin. He hadn't been sucked like this before ... ever! She was going to suck his insides out! It felt so good, all he could do was lay back and moan. He watched this expert suck, lick and kiss his prick all at once! She wouldn't stop! He felt like he would scream, it felt so tantalizing! He did. He screamed out in complete pleasure. The whole world was a gigantic cock and it was coming! Sid's balls felt hot when the liquid ejected from the bottom into his screaming hard-on. The hot fluid blasted from his cock into Pat's sucking mouth with a wild convulsion. He held stiff and rigid as his come left his body into her mouth.
"Oh, don't move, Pat. Don't move!" He yelled, holding onto her shoulder.
When Sid came in her mouth, Pat held the whole penis in her mouth and screamed when the hot milk poured into her mouth and down her throat. She screamed and screamed silently as Sid ejected the last of his spunk into her.
The telephone rang.
Sid took a deep breath and went limp. "Shit!" he muttered, disgustedly.
Pat got up and kissed his cheek, then gave him a long hug.
The phone rang again.
"Sid here," he said, limply picking up the receiver. "Yeah, Don. I'll be right down. Give me about fifteen minutes, Okay," Sid spoke weakly, then hung up the receiver.
"I wish you could stay here and see what else I can do," Pat said, lighting a cigarette.
"Good God, if you can do anything better than that, you'll kill me!" he said, standing slowly. He tucked his shirt back in his pants and zipped up the fly. "Go ask Miss Kelly for a script holder for you. We'll stop by Xerox and I'll get a copy of the script."
"You mean, I did get the job?" she said, teasingly. She had satisfied him well and knew it. Not many women knew the tricks she did with a man. She prided herself in the fact that she satisfied a man completely.
"Baby, you are hired!" Sid said with a grin. She made him feel good, not only sexually, but he liked being with her. He would probably leave his wife for this one. No, on second thought, he would stay married and do what he pleased on the side.
"Miss Kelly, Pat is our new script girl. Reva got another job, so would you find a new script-holder and give it to her? Have her name put on it, Thank you," Sid said, walking through the outer office.
Pat walked at his side and smiled to Miss Kelly on their way out.
The stage was busy with excitement. Light men walked around looking up, then moved ladders about to change the lighting effects. Stage hands were practicing moving the sets quickly from one position to the other.
During run-through, they used no orchestra, just a piano player. Many actors and actresses were walking around saying their lines out loud. The make-up men followed them, dabbing at their faces with Kleenex. Hair dressers were next, adjusting their hair, patting it in place and combing some of the ladies hair.
Don sat on the edge of the stage telling stories to some of the secretaries who had come down from upstairs during their lunch break.
There was a noticeable difference between the actresses and the secretaries. Their attitudes were not the same. Their clothing was different. You could quickly tell at first glance a secretary from an actress.
Many of the secretaries brought sandwiches and had their lunch while they watched the run-through. Once a week this took place and many of them wouldn't miss it for the world. Don did the run through the way he wanted to. All of it vulgar and as dirty as he could make it. There were many stories floating around ABS all week about what went on during the 'dirty hour.'
"Places everybody. Quiet on the set ... Places!" the floor director called, walking across the stage with a script in his hand. He had an ear-jack and battery to operate it with hanging on his belt. He looked serious as he walked around, frowning at the people involved in the production.
Don nodded to Sid and Pat when they came into the studio. Sid sat down to the front of the stage to comfort Don before the rehearsal began.
"Did'ja hear the one about the near-sighted snake?" Don asked jovially to the small audience in front of him. "It raped a rope!"
Everyone laughed loudly at this joke.
"Quiet!" the floor manager called out. "Places, everyone. Don, you begin on camera two," he added, with a different tone of voice. Everyone spoke to Don differently. It was his show and that's the way the set-up worked. Be nice to those above you.
The run-through went smoothly. Don was funny and very dirty. The secretaries returned to their work and the cast and crew waited around for notes.
Pat enjoyed the show. She had seen Don a few times when she was in accounting, but now she looked at him in a different way. He was overly nice to her and this did wonders for her ego. She liked being noticed, especially by such a star as Don Melton.
Sid talked with Don awhile in his dressing room about the run-through. Pat was with him.
"Like I said, Sid, I want to change the third act to read like I did it in run-through. It just feels natural that way," Don replied, wiping perspiration from his brow. He had worked hard and was tired. He always put everything he had into every show, even the run-throughs were exhausting for him.
"Okay by me. If you aren't happy with something, it sure won't come off. It's in then, Pat. Mark that change in act three."
"Right," she answered, making the necessary change.
Don looked at her and stared at her body for a moment. He looked at Sid and smiled. He raised his eyebrows and nodded to her with a gesture that Sid knew what he wanted.
Sid gave an 'I don't care' shrug back and winked.
Don moved his eyebrows up and down quickly and grinned. "Would you like to have a drink with me, Pat?"
"Sure. You havin' one, Sid?" Pat answered, unaware of the plan.
"I'll run on upstairs and worry some more. You stay here with Don and get to know him better. I'll see you later on this afternoon," Sid said, rising to leave.
"Take it easy," Don said, waving goodbye from his chair. He was dressed in a dressing gown and was nude underneath.
"See you soon," Pat said, smiling with excitement. This would be the first time she had ever been alone with a star and it thrilled her.
"Scotch alright?" Don asked, going to a portable bar in his dressing room. There were two stuffed chairs and a couch in his bungalow. Tape recorders lined one side of the wall where he listened to himself after each show. The engineer brought them back to him and he could criticize his inflections on the jokes he told. He would sit by the hour listening to himself, criticizing himself ... always trying to improve.
"Sure," Pat answered, rising and looking around his pad. There were movie stars pictures covering one wall, all with special note to Don Melton. Pat read the autographs and sighed with the thought that she had gotten the job and could be close to such important people.
Don came up behind her and reached around in front, handing her the drink. He put his other arm around her and pulled her close to him. He had his arms around her waist and put his head down on top of hers from behind.
Pat was startled. She jumped a little, then figured the whole thing out. It had been a set up for Sid to leave her here with Don! "Groovy! I'll ball him! I have never balled a star before!" she thought to herself. She put her hands on his and placed her cheek against his.
"Are you a good girl?" Don asked, kissing her cheek. He was in his late fifties, but still good looking to the ladies. His wrinkled face showed much character and understanding.
"What's a good girl?" Pat asked, turning to meet the super star.
"A good girl is one that doesn't say 'no.'" he said, his breath coming in short, quick gasps.
He was horny as hell! Pat thought. This will be a push over. "It's according to what you ask," she said, reaching out and placing her open mouth on his. She could feel his hard-on pressing into her stomach as they kissed.
Don was breathing so hard now, he couldn't control it. He didn't see a girl that he liked very often, and consequently didn't swing much. This girl drove him out of his mind just looking at her! He had to have her now! He also hoped he didn't come too quick.
"Let's go over here," he said, trying to hide his hard-on. They walked to the couch and Don sat down. Pat sat beside him. Don turned to kiss her. He put his arms around her and pushed her back on the couch, then climbed on top of her. His heart beat fast and his breath came hard! He was so excited he felt he was going to come ... even before they started to ball!
Pat reached down and grabbed his penis and rubbed it.
Don moaned in ecstasy as she pulled on his throbbing knob.
Pat pulled up her skirt and pushed his cock through the side of her panties into her cunt. She worked the head of it inside, then began to hunch his penis, while Don only breathed hard and let her do all the work. She got his cock all the way inside her and began to hunch back and forth, fucking the comedian, while he lay dormant on top.
Don didn't dare move or he knew he would come. Her cunt felt so good to his joint he didn't want the feeling to be over too soon. She moved back and forth, writhing underneath him while he lay still. He reached up and grabbed a handful of breast and rubbed it passionately.
Pat thought how simple this whole thing was. Here he is a big super star and he can't even fuck her! She had him so excited he would come any minute! She continued humping away at the hardened dick. She found his mouth and stuck her tongue into it, licking his teeth and lips, then sucking on his mouth, moving her head and her ass in a circular motion. It wouldn't be long now!
Don started to move. He hunched forward, then got up on his elbows and began fucking her like he had wanted to. His cock felt so good slipping in and out of her tight pussy! "God! What a woman!" he thought, riding her thighs. He put his hands on the cheeks of her ass and held on, pushing his cock in and out of her ... faster and faster!
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me, Don! You feel so good. That's it, fuck me harder ... come on, fuck me good! You're the greatest, Don. Fuck me. . .oh, yeah, that's it, FUCK ME!" Pat yelled, her whole body moving in a giant circle. She could feel herself start to come and went wild! She pushed Don up in the air as she fucked back at his hunches. Her hands dug into his back as the orgasm overcame her whole body. "Oh, Don! I came! Fuck me. That's it, fuck me harder..." she screamed, coming again. "Oh, Don!"
Don's cock exploded with come as the orgasm spilled out of his penis into her sucking vagina.
"Oh, my GOD!" was all Don could manage to say. He hadn't come that quickly in a long time. Pat had excited him so intently, he couldn't hold back anything any longer and had come. Now he was relaxed. He lay on top of her, letting his breathing return to normal.
Pat ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek. "That was good, Don. You fucked me well," she whispered in his ear, then kissed him on the mouth passionately.
"Thank you, Pat. You are very kind to an old man," Don said, rising off her body.
"You aren't old ... you're a good lover, how ever old you are," Pat stretched the truth a little.
"Thank you anyway. Next time. I'll be a little more help. You got me so excited just looking at you that I...."
"I know ... " Pat said, kissing his open mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
David Alan had arrived at ABS in his new seventeen thousand dollar Mercedes Benz. He had driven in from his beach home in New Port Beach. It was a nice drive on the freeway which took him an hour. He liked the ride because it gave him time to be alone and think.
He nodded to the guard as he entered the artist's entrance, then went on down the hall to his office he shared with one of the writers. He picked up his mail and looked through it quickly, then picked up a stack of music which had been mailed to him. People mailed songs to him from all over the world. Some of the songs were good ... most of them were dogs.
He laughed out loud at some of the song titles. One was, "I'm doin' my laundry in a quandary over you, baby, 'cause you said goodbye last night!"
Dick Kenny entered the small office. He shared the room with David Alan. He was a special material writer for the Don Melton Show. He had been on the show for over ten years composing melodies and lyrics for the production numbers. Physically, he was obese. Over three hundred pounds of solid fat. His disposition varied. Sometimes he was a nice guy, other times when he was under pressure, he was difficult to get along with.
David knew how to handle him. He had more power than Dick had on the show, so consequently, Dick was generally nice to David, he knew better than not to be.
David Alan was in his middle forties. He was a slight man, about five foot eight, blonde hair and a pleasant smile. He could be serious, and was most of the time with his music, but had a wild sense of humor, which he could use effectively. The musicians all liked him and respected him as a conductor, writer and arranger. He gave the musicians a lot of work.
"Dig this title," David said, handing him the sheet of music about the laundry.
"That's funny!" Dick remarked, handing the piece back to him. "That's almost as bad as some of the shit I write."
"When are the dancer's calls for today?" David asked, filling his pipe.
"Ten o'clock, why?"
"I was wondering how much music we had today for the production numbers."
"You'll probably be through with pre-record by noon."
"I hope so. I have a hang over. I must have drank two fifths of wine last night."
"Is that the stuff you brought back from London?" Dick asked.
"Yeah. Wish I hadn't brought so fucking much back with me, then I wouldn't have had it to drink last night."
"You drank the WHOLE thing!" Dick imitated an old commercial.
"You aren't kidding!" David said, picking up a score of music. "See you on stage," he said, leaving the office.
"Hi David." Dana had spoken to the conductor for the first time that morning.
"Good morning Dana," David said, sitting down on his stool by the podium in front of the orchestra.
The pre-recording went smoothly, except for a couple of mistakes by Dana. David smiled at him when this happened. It had been a long time since he had heard Dana goof. He watched curiously as Dana left early. He saw the other violin players split up the music. It was unusual for Dana to want to leave early. Music was his life ... his whole life, he thought.
On the way past the lunch counter, David saw Dana sitting with a girl. It looked like they were holding hands. That's groovy! David thought. He got himself some young chick.
Dick was typing when David got back to his office. David went to the couch and lay down. It felt so good to relax after the tension of recording. The mild clickety-clack of the typewriter was soothing to his ears after hearing all that music that morning.
David was soon fast asleep. His jangled nerves rested from the drinking spree the night before and then work this morning. When he awoke, he looked up to see a pretty face smiling at him. A girl was sitting at his desk. She was in her twenties, a nice body with big breasts. Her face was pretty and she had long brown hair. He liked her mouth. It was beautiful with full, tempting lips.
"Well, hello," David said, sitting up. "How long have you been here?"
"I just got here. Dick will be back in a minute."
Dick stuck his head in the door. "Can I see you a minute, David?"
"Sure," he said, walking to the door. He shut it behind him and looked at Dick. "What's up? Who's the pretty girl?"
"That's Julie. She's a professional hooker. Want some head?" he asked, seriously.
"Some head?" he said, incredulously. "Now? In the office?"
"Sure, why not. She charges twenty five bucks to suck you off. Got eyes?"
"Well, now. I just might. Do we both go in at once, or how does it work?"
"You can watch while she sucks me off if you want. I don't care."
"Jesus! I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it. Sure! Let's do it!" he said, turning back to the door. He opened it and entered the room. Julie sat, smiling at the two men.
"David wants in on the action, too. This is David Alan. Say hello to Julie."
"Hi, Julie."
"Hi, David. I've heard your orchestra many times. I'm a great fan of yours."
"Enough of a fan not to charge me?" he asked, crossing to the couch.
"Well, I don't know about that. Do you have any albums you'd like to trade ... for my er ... ah, services?"
"Sure, there's a whole stack of them in that filing cabinet."
"Oh, for God's sake, give her twenty five bucks and get on with it. A multi-millionaire trying to trade albums for some head. Jesus!" Dick laughed, crossing the room after having locked the door.
"Here," David said, handing Julie twenty five dollars. "You better be worth it."
"I am ... believe me," she said, standing. "Who's first?"
"David's gonna watch you suck me off," Dick said, unzipping his fly. He sat down behind his desk on the swivel chair and pulled out his penis. You could barely see it over the rolls of fat from his stomach.
"God, you're fat!" Julie remarked, going to her knees. She undid his belt and pulled his trousers down to the floor, then she reached into his shorts and filled her hand with his testicles.
"But I have a fat cock," Dick laughed, looking down at the beautiful girl before him. "Now suck it, before I spill my wad all over your face."
"UUHH, I'd love it!" Julie said, licking the sides of his prick.
Dick had to hold his stomach in for her to be able to suck on his muscle. He preferred to sit down while she did her job. He loved to watch pretty, sensuous lips around his hard-on. She sent a thrill all through his body when she put his prick in her mouth.
"Oh, shit!" Dick said, hunching forward. He loved the way she put the whole thing in her mouth, then sucked while she moved her head up and down. She hesitated on the end of his shaft and went around in a circle, just sucking on the head of it, then she rammed the whole thing down her throat, then back up again ... sucking and sucking.
David thought he would blow his wad in his pants, just watching. "Jesus! She is a good cocksucker!" he thought, rubbing his own rod. He watched her take the entire cock down her throat, and suck him off ... Shit! He couldn't stand much more of this.
"Oh Shit! I'm gonna come!" Dick cried, moving around in his chair. He grabbed Julie by the head and held her head still, his cock rammed entirely down her neck. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! OH FUCK! That feels so fucking GOOD!" he yelled, holding onto her hair.
Julie swallowed the come and held still with the fat prick still down her throat. She loved to eat the sperm from a man. In fact, her favorite trick was to suck on a cock. Fucking was fun too, with the right guy, but oral love really turned her on!
David looked at Julie with half-closed, sexy eyes when she walked over to him. "I'm gonna split, David. Enjoy yourself. She's the world's greatest!" Dick said, zipping up his trousers. He picked up a note book and pencil, then left the room.
Julie came over to David and got down on her knees before him. "Are you gonna come in my mouth?" she asked, reaching for his hard-on. She rubbed it a moment, then undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. His cock leaped out of his pants when she pulled down his trousers.
David stood up and took off his pants and shorts, leaving on just a shirt. He looked at Julie's beautiful body and pulled her up to her feet. He put his open mouth on hers and kissed her passionately.
"Whew! I didn't expect that!" she said, looking up at David. "You don't just want a quick blow job, then?"
"I have a better idea. Sit down and I'll do you," he said, pulling up her skirt. He reached underneath the cloth and pulled down her silk panties and let them drop to the floor.
This excited Julie more than anything else, to be surprised sexually. His hands felt good on her warm thighs. He pulled her close to him and kissed her again. Her breathing began to quicken as she felt his hardness against her body and his tongue penetrated her wanting mouth.
David pushed her gently down to a sitting position on the couch, then dropped to his knees. He licked her knee caps, and underneath on the calves of her legs. His tongue was hard as it moved swiftly over her legs, kissing the goose pimples that appeared as he did this.
Julie got comfortable, leaning back on the couch. She hadn't been treated like this in a long time and was going to enjoy his advances. She watched as his lips kissed the soft part of her thighs between her open legs, then swiftly moved to her waiting cunt. He licked the pink lips and kissed the wet opening, then put his tongue inside her. She moved her lips into his mouth, pushing the vagina around his chin. She was clean and tasted good to David as he fucked her with his tongue. The large clitoris stood out as he sucked on the vital organ. He could hear Julie's moans as he sucked, then licked her clit, driving her out of her mind. His cock ached as he knelt before her, eating her box. She tasted so good he didn't want to stop. The vagina began sucking at his chin. She was having an orgasm and it thrilled him to satisfy her so well. Her wet lips lapped at his chin as she moved around on his face.
"Oh, David! I'm coming again! I've come three times already. Oh, keep doing what you're doing to my clit! It feels so fucking good I'm gonna scream!" Julie did scream. She yelled with all her voice and energies as another apex of pleasure ran through her body.
David could feel her tiring and stopped for awhile. He kissed the parted love nest, then got to his knees. He stood before her, his cock jetting out from his body like a long pole.
"Oh, thank you, David. I must have come a dozen times," she said, reaching for his muscle. I'll suck you now and hope you enjoy it as well as I did," Julie said, filling her mouth with the hard cock. She sucked on the end of it for a moment, then put the whole instrument into her mouth, sucking and moving back and forth.
David watched her lips move with a slurping sound up and back on his rod. That wonderful feeling of being near to heaven passed from his penis all over his body. She sucked so well he couldn't believe it! Her mouth was all over his cock, sucking, licking, and making him tingle all over.
This continued for awhile, then David got another idea. He wanted to enjoy Julie as much as possible, but wanted her to have a thrill also. This was part of his enjoyment, to let her enjoy the experience too. He turned and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Anything wrong?" Julie asked, a look of disappointment in her eyes. She reached out for the erection, but David pulled away.
"No. I just want to fuck you is all. Don't you want to?"
"God, yes! With that big thing ... of course!" she said, spreading her legs.
"Turn around and I'll do it dog fashion," he said, holding onto his throbbing prick.
"You mean in the rear end?" she asked, apprehensively.
"No, I don't want to fuck you in the ass, just from behind is what I mean," he said, holding onto the soft, gorgeous cheeks. He climbed on top of her and reached down and grabbed his hard-on. Working it back and forth on the opening of her vagina, he slipped the head in, then sank his whole shaft into her tight hole. The walls of her quim seemed to suck on the sides of his penis, thrilling him even more than her mouth did. He pushed his shaft into her, then pulled it almost out ... into her, then out. Her soft buttocks pushed against his pelvic bone, each time he went in and out.
Suddenly it was all over. He felt the height of all thrills as his cock tightened inside her, spilling his hot come into her body. David hung on as he experienced the orgasm. It made him feel good to hear Julie moan as if she had an orgasm also. She could have been putting him on, but he doubted it. He thought she really did come with him.
"Whew!" Julie said, wiping herself with a rag she produced from her purse. "That was somethin'! I didn't expect so much from you and I really enjoyed it. I should give you back your twenty five dollars. You worked hard and I had more fun than you did!"
"Good, I'm glad. Here's twenty five more. You were well worth that and then some," he said, taking the money out of his wallet.
"Oh, thank you, David!" Julie cried, taking the money, then kissing him on the cheek. "You are a beautiful guy. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Well have to call you back again sometime. It's fun and different to do it right here in my office."
"There's a lot of that going on here in this building," Julie replied, putting her clothes back on.
"Do you do that a lot here at ABS?" David asked, pulling up his pants.
"I can't tell that. It's not fair for me to tell where all I go. Don't be angry, it's just professional ethics. You wouldn't want me to tell anyone that I was here with you, would you?"
"Oh, no. I get your point. Keep it cool."
"Right."
"Well, thank you again, Julie. I had a ball and it was nice meeting you."
"You're a doll, David. Call me again soon. Oh, here's my number," she said, writing it down on a piece of paper. "Give me a call real soon. Okay?"
"Sure thing. See you soon," he said, opening the door.
Julie left and he closed the coor. He felt good all over. Having sex had relieved a lot of tensions on a day like this. He could face anything now with a smile ... nothing would bug him.
There was a knock on the door. David answered it. It was Dana.
"Hello, Dana. You hangin' around this afternoon?"
"Well, yeah. I got this, I mean I met this chick this morning and we, well, we're lookin' for a place to get with it, you know, swing," he said, apologetically.
"Gee, I don't know. There's a couch over there you could make it on. I'll be leaving for lunch soon and you can use that. Dick will be in and out, though, that's the only drag."
"Oh, shit, that's right. I guess I could go find him and tell him what's going on."
"Yeah, he's up with the dancers and singers at rehearsal hall B. Here's a key. Give it back to me tonight before the show, okay?" David said, handing the violin player the key.
"Gee, thanks, Dave. I'll do you a favor sometime real soon," Dana said, leaving the room.
David smiled when he thought about Dana swinging with a chick. He just didn't look the type at all that would be swinging with a woman. He couldn't picture him fucking. That was a funny thought. Dana fucking! He laughed aloud as he picked up some loose change that was on his desk and left.
CHAPTER SIX
Dana entered the rehearsal hall and stood over to one side, watching the activity. The dancers were flying around the room in the midst of a production number. He spotted Dick Kenny and went over to talk with him. Dick was leaning on the piano watching the dance number. The singers were behind the piano, singing Dick's lyrics to the special material he had written for the Don Melton Show.
Dana walked up to Dick and stood next to the huge man.
"Dick, David said it would be alright if I used your office this afternoon. I have this chick and we wanted a place in the building to make it. David gave me the key, and I wanted to know if it was alright with you."
Dick looked at Dana contemptuously. "Why don't you get a dressing room. I need our office to work in."
"All the dressing rooms are full. I already asked," Dana said in a pleading tone of voice. "She gets a break at three and I wanted to used it then, if I could. We won't be long, cuz she has to go back to work."
"I don't like the idea of our room being used as a place to hang out. I hate to start something like this, Dana. I'd rather you went somewhere else. Ask one of the dancers."
"I did and they are using them for quick changes. I'll only be a few minutes, Dick. I'm not moving in, besides, how many times have I asked you to borrow your room ... not once." Dana moved closer to the fat writer. "Please, Dick, just for a few minutes around three?"
"Alright, but don't let it become a habit," Dick said, disgustedly.
"Thanks a million, Dick. I knew you'd come through for me!" Dana turned and left the rehearsal hall. He held the key in his hand, looking at it. He was anxious for three o'clock. He couldn't wait!
Dana looked at his watch. It was ten minutes until three. He went to the hall outside Cynthia's office and looked through the glass window. He saw her sitting at her desk typing. Dana pushed the door open shyly and got her attention.
"I'll wait here for you, out in the hall," he called out, trying not to be noticed by anyone else in the office. He wouldn't want to get Cynthia into any trouble.
Cynthia smiled and picked up her purse and left.
"You got off early," Dana said, reaching for her hand.
"I spend so much time in that office that ten minutes isn't going to make any difference. Besides, I want to be with you."
This made Dana feel very proud. He smiled as they held hands, walking down the hall to the elevator.
The ancient apparatus creaked and wobbled all the way down to the first floor. The smell of oil was so strong that Dana couldn't smell the sweet perfume Cynthia was wearing.
Cynthia was quiet. The elevator chugged to a stop and the door opened. The couple exited into the hall. She looked around at all the sets and projection equipment on the first floor. There was a piano painted pink with a desert scene on the back. She had seen it on one of the shows.
"Oh, look!" she pointed to the musical instrument. "I saw that on the Don Melton Show. Isn't that something?"
Dana shrugged. He looked around and hoped that no one had heard her.
"Yeah, that's a player piano. You know, a honky tonk piano. They use it on a lotof the shows. Come on this way," he said, taking her by the arm and leading her to David and Dick's office. He put the key in and opened the heavy metal door, then turned on the light. It was empty. Dana felt nervous as he closed the door and looked at Cynthia. He had been away from females for so long that it made him nervous again to think about what was going to happen. He blushed slightly as he walked across to the couch.
Cynthia sat down and looked around. "Where are we?"
"This is David Alan's office. He let me use it for awhile."
"Really! David Alan comes here and works?" she asked incredulously.
"Sure. He has for over ten years now. He sits right at that piano and does most of the arrangements for the show."
"I'd love to meet him sometime. Do you suppose that would be possible?"
"Sure, I'll introduce you to him. Only don't act too affected. He hates people who make over him. He's pretty shy."
"You would never know that. When he's conducting he looks like he loves being in front of people. My goodness, he's shy," she mused.
"Tonight is our last show for the season and we're having a party across the street at Kiko's. Would you like to go with me there? I'll introduce you to him at the party."
"I'd love to! Just think, me going to the closing party of the Don Melton Show ... with a member of David Alan's orchestra!" Cynthia was almost overcome by this thought. She lay back on the couch and smiled, repeating what she had just said.
Dana leaned back with her. He put his head on her shoulder, not knowing what else to do. His breathing came in quick, fast gasps. His penis began to harden, exciting his desire for this beautiful woman.
Cynthia suddenly remembered the situation and got her mind back to reality. "Oh, Dana, I'm sorry. We don't have much time and I'm talking about going to a party." She turned and kissed the aging violin player. She could tell by his breathing that it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax.
"I'm so hot, I think I can come in my pants. You are such a very attractive woman and I'm such an old man. Why are you with me? You could have gotten one of the younger men in the orchestra."
"I didn't meet any other members of David Alan's orchestra ... I met you. Now, I want you ... do you want me?" she asked, with her open mouth leaned forward to meet his. Her soft lips touched his and she began to kiss him passionately.
Dana turned and put his arms on Cynthia's shoulders, moving his mouth in sort of a rhythm with hers. His tongue felt hers enter his mouth. A thrill of excitement passed along his spine. She had french-kissed him! His ego welled up inside of him bringing out his adventurous nature once again. He reached for one of her breasts and held it a moment, then began to move his hand around on the mound of flesh, hopefully to excite Cynthia. His hard-on started to hurt it had grown to such proportions. Her soft tit in his hand and her sensuous mouth moving and sucking as she kissed him was almost more than he could stand. His heart pounded violently in his chest as he continued to make love.
Cynthia reached for his penis and rubbed it, then searched knowingly for the zipper and pulled it down. His hard cock spilled out of his pants into her hands. It was hard and felt good. She wanted it inside her badly as she pulled and pushed on the skinny shaft.
"Oh, Dana. Let's do it," she said, moving to a sitting position. "You're sure no one will come in and catch us if we take our clothes off?"
"We don't have to get undressed all the way. I'd hate to be all naked if someone did forget and come back," he said, unbuttoning his belt.
"I hate to make it with my clothes on. I want to rub my breasts on your body and feel your skin next to mine," Cynthia spoke, exciting Dana even more. She pulled up her skirt and slipped her panties off, then lay on her back and spread her legs.
Dana took a deep breath and stared at the gaping hole. He hadn't looked at a snatch this close in so many years he hated to think about it. The lips parted, inviting him to stick his instrument inside her. He took off his pants and shorts, then climbed on top of Cynthia. Her warm body met his willingly as she grabbed his hard-on and began to work it inside her. Her hands felt good to his throbbing joint ... they felt warm and rubbery against his stretchy skin.
"Oh, you feel good inside me!" she whispered, working her hips to take in more of his erection.
"And you feel good to me too, Cynthia," Dana panted, as he humped away at the beautiful woman underneath.
The telephone rang.
Dana pulled out of her and stood up. "What's that?"
"The telephone, silly. Answer it, it might be
David telling you he's coming back," Cynthia said, pulling up her panties and pushing her skirt down.
"But what if it isn't?" he asked, dumbly.
"Well, answer it and find out ... Jesus, Dana," Cynthia grew impatient with his lack of control.
"He-hello," he stuttered.
Cynthia handed his trousers and shorts to him while he talked. She reached down and lifted one of his legs and put the shorts over his foot. She lifted the other leg and Dana almost fell. He grabbed hold of her back to steady himself. Cynthia slipped the other part of the shorts over his other foot, then tried to pull them up. Dana was standing on part of the material and she couldn't budge his underwear.
"Move!" she spat out with him still leaning on her back. He was getting heavy.
"Yes. We'll be out in five minutes, if I can hang up and get dressed," he said, with a look of horror on his face. He couldn't get his balance with Cynthia pulling on his foot. Slowly, ever so slowly he held onto her back and they both fell to the floor. Dana still with the receiver in his hands as he lay on top of Cynthia.
Cynthia's hair was a mess. He had slid over her head and ruined her hair do. She looked at Dana with a frown and tried to get up. She couldn't. He was still talking on the goddamn phone!
"The producer, David and Dick are on their way here. Hurry and get dressed and let's go!" Dana spoke quickly, trying to get to his feet. He stood on Cynthia's skirt as he stood. She pulled it out from beneath him, sending him down head first on the floor.
"I am dressed," Cynthia replied. "You're the one that's running around here like a chicken with his head cut off."
Dana jumped up quickly and ran into the wall. His shorts had fallen down around his ankles and tripped him. He rubbed his nose, then reached down and pulled up his shorts. They were the old boxer style and he looked strange standing there with baggy shorts on with suspenders down around his long socks.
"Here's your pants," Cynthia threw the trousers to him. He caught them and tried to put them on.
"Shit!" Dana muttered, dancing around on one foot trying to put his leg through the hole of his trousers.
"You are about the most un-coordinated person I've ever met." Cynthia went to his rescue. "Here, let me steady you," she said, holding his shoulders.
Dana was in a full panic. He rammed his foot into the seat of his pants, pushing his foot through the material with a loud "Rip!"
"Oh, my God! What next!" he panted, pulling his leg back through the large hold in his pants.
There was a key inserted into the door. The rattling sound that Dana had feared ... was happening. They were already there and here he was with his pants down ... with a woman!
"Quick! Under there!" he pointed to a large steel desk where Dick worked. "I'll get under this one!" he cried, diving under David Alan's desk. There was an opening at one end of the desks, the other end was solid, so they couldn't be seen ... hopefully.
Sid, David and Dick entered the small office. David looked around quickly and was relieved to find Dana supposedly gone.
"Did you get your contract renewed, David?" Sid asked, closing the door.
"Yes, my manager called right after lunch and told me it was renewed for another year," David said, sitting at his desk. His heart leaped to his throat when he looked under his feet and saw Dana hiding there. He smiled and tried not to act obvious. He looked quickly to Dick's desk and ... sure enough, there was the girl. They hadn't made it. Not that Sid would care, it was just that Dana would probably have a partial stroke if he were discovered by the producer.
Dick sat down and didn't see the girl. He was too fat to sit at his desk and put his feet under the normal way, so he sat sideways with a typewriter to the side.
"How 'bout you, Dick, hear anything about next year?" Sid asked, a note of concern in his voice.
"I'll hear from my agent sometime today, I hope. I've been here a long time and see no reason for my option not to be picked up. Why, Sid, you sound worried."
"I think I smell a rat. I usually have the new contract at least three weeks before the last show. This time, nothing. Not even a word and Don as been acting strangely all day. He isn't playing our usual cat and mouse game. He's different."
"I didn't notice anything myself. Same old Don," Dick said, compassion in his voice for the producer. "I wouldn't worry, Sid, you know how unpredictable he is."
"Yeah, Sid, don't worry. You'll be renewed, I feel sure," David agreed.
"I would hate to be dumped after all these years. A man gets used to a certain life style and without the financial security of a job like this one, it could get rough." Sid sounded worried. He liked his position on the show and would hate to lose his job.
"Don is a funny man. You never know how to take him. I know how he fires his head writer every two years ... and I can't figure that out. Looks like he would like to keep a winner ... as long as the show stays in the top ten ... and it always has," David said, staying close to his desk. Sid wasn't too far away and could see him if he didn't sit close.
"You going to the party tonight, Sid?" Dick asked.
"Sure, I'll be there. The producer has to be there. You never saw Don show up at one, though."
"I know. He never goes to the party he throws for the cast. Looks like he would like to mingle a little with all us peasants," David said, edging closer to his desk. Sid was walking around while he talked and getting dangerously close to discovering Dana under his desk. David glanced back down underneath and saw that he had no pants on! Wouldn't he shit if I asked him what he was doing under my desk! Poor Dana. He looked like an abandoned child that way! David had to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Dick asked, looking at David. "I'm looking for some new material. Let me in on it!"
"Oh, nothing. Something just struck me funny," David said, then continued laughing aloud.
"Jesus! Something did strike you funny! Let us in on it, Dave. Be a good guy, what's so funny?" Dick said, his curiosity straining to be satisfied.
David looked down and saw Dana's bare ass and he bellowed with laughter. Dana looked like one of those Gooks he had seen during the war. He was naked and squatting like that! He couldn't restrain himself any longer and became almost hysterical.
"Boy, are you a drag. Isn't he rude, Sid? Laughing like that and won't tell us?" Dick was about half angry with Dave for not telling him the joke.
"It's nothing! Really! Just something that struck me funny." His laughter subsided a little, then he looked at the girl under Dick's desk. She had a look of complete horror in her eyes as she watched Dave. Her arms were stretched around her knees and she looked absurd. Dave began laughing again.
"Well, I think I'll leave on that one," Sid said, turning to leave. "If you're at the party, I'll see you then. And, Dave ... do me a favor ... cheer up, will you?" he said, leaving the room.
When Sid left, Dave put his head down on his desk and continued laughing. He looked once more at Dana's bare ass and laughed until tears came to his eyes.
"What the fuck are you laughing at Dave, come on, tell me you slimuck!" Dick said, unconsciously joining in the laughter. Dave's giggle was contagious and he couldn't help but begin to laugh. "Tell me what the fuck I'm laughing at, then."
"Oh, shit! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." Dave pushed his chair back and blew his nose. "Look under here," he said, pointing down to the frightened violin player.
"You son of a bitch!" Dana spat at him, crawling out from under the desk. He was beet red, but with a silly smile on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing down there?" Dick asked, looking at the frightened man. "I thought you left before..."
"We didn't make it, I couldn't get my pants on."
"Yeah, he couldn't get..." Cynthia said, underneath Dick's desk.
"Oh, my God!" Dick jumped out of his chair and looked under his desk. "What in the world is going on?" he was both frightened, but amused.
"Violin players aren't very well coordinated," Cynthia said, climbing out from under Dick's feet.
"I thought I'd shit when Sid was here," Dave said, laughing. "You looked so funny under there!"
"Go ahead and have your laugh. I was the dumb shit that couldn't get it together. Scared the shit outa me when I heard that key in the door."
"Yeah, he fell down," Cynthia said dryly. She looked around at David and Dick.
"Oh, fellows, meet Cynthia. She's my new friend," Dana said to the two men.
"Jesus, Dana, with a friend like you ... who need enemies!" Dick said in a laugh. "I'll bet you like going places with this guy again. Romantic, isn't he, and a laugh a minute!"
"I think he's nice, even though he falls down a lot," Cynthia said, putting her arm through Dana's. "Here, love, let me help you put your pants on."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Smoke Brown arrived at ABS at five minutes before eight. He hurried through the buildings with his cymbal and sticks under his arm, hoping he wouldn't be late. He hated the oily smell of the elevator when he boarded her. He hated the slowness of the ancient machine even worse as it took it's time creeping to the second floor.
"Shit, I could have walked twice as fast!" he muttered to himself as he left the contraption.
Once inside studio 33, he relaxed a little. They hadn't started yet. It was almost eight o'clock when he finished fastening his cymbal to the stand. He would have time for a cup of coffee, he hoped.
Smoke Brown was the drummer with the David Alan orchestra. He had been working studios for fifteen years. He was a good drummer and the contractor with David's orchestra always called Smoke. David asked him to.
Smoke was thirty eight, about five foot ten, black curly hair and a pleasant smile. He was Mister Cool under pressure. Nothing upset him. In fact, he performed better under pressure. His life thrived on activity. He did the Don Melton Show and three other network shows, plus record dates and commercials. All the contractors in liked to hire him because of his ability, plus, he was a warm blooded Italian whom everyone liked.
He poured himself a cup of steaming hot coffee and sipped it slowly.
"Good morning, Smoke," Dana had offered, walking past him with his violin.
"Yeah, 'mornin', Dana. Shit, it's early!" he mumbled, half to himself. He and his wife had been in an argument the night before and he hadn't slept much. They were about to split up and it was a big hassle living with her. They had no children, but had been married for twelve years. He loved her, but he didn't. His life was filled with activity and his wife sat home waiting for him. He didn't always come home, which bugged her, and lately she had started nagging at him, which he didn't need, so they argued. There were a couple of chicks involved, which his wife suspected, so naturally there was trouble. With these thoughts running through his mind, Smoke stared into space, sipping his coffee.
"Okay, let's do it guys. It's past eight now. Get on the stand!" the contractor yelled, clapping his hands as he walked toward the coffee machine.
"Come on Smoke. It's after eight!" one of the musicians spoke, walking briskly past him.
"Yeah, man, yeah man," he mumbled, taking another sip of coffee. They couldn't start without him, so he took his time walking to the orchestra pit.
The morning went fairly fast for Smoke. At about ten o'clock the guest star arrived for her pre-record. For this last show it was Ina Freeman, a recording artist with several hit records. She was a beautiful woman, around thirty-ish with a good body and a sexy look about her that really turned Smoke on. He had played drums on her latest record where they had met briefly.
She nodded to David Alan when she came into the studio. The band was recording something for the production number, which didn't involve her, so she sat in the audience seats until they would call her for her numbers.
"There's coffee over there," David said politely, after they finished a take. "We'll get to you soon.
Don't run off."
Ina smiled at David and went to the coffee machine, which was located behind the audience chairs.
Smoke watched her walk and she excited him. She wore a knit pant suit which showed off her figure very well. The cheeks of her ass moved back and forth nicely as he watched her from behind his drums.
"Shit! I'd like to fuck 'er!" he spat out, no one in particular listening to him. They knew he'd like to fuck a lot of the women that came on the show, so paid little attention to his amorous remarks.
"Dang, dang, dang," went the bass and guitar on a rock number. Smoke played with all the energies inside him. He banged and spent all the ideas he could imagine as the number continued.
"Oh, fuck!" he commented. One of the violin players made a mistake and they had to do the whole number over. Eight minutes of shit! he thought, wiping his brow with a towel he carried wherever he went. Who was it? Smoke looked up over his ride cymbal at the violin section. Dana? He never makes mistakes! He's one of the best concert masters around. "Oh, well. Do the fucking thing and get it over with!" He was tired when they finally finished the number.
"You're next, Miss Freeman," David called out to the visiting guest star.
"Be right there," she answered, walking sideways between the rows of seats.
When she climbed up the small incline to the stage, she stood by David, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Ina Freeman," David said in a gesture he always did with guest stars to the members of his orchestra.
The orchestra applauded, then watched David for instructions. "Ina's opener, from the top. Follow all the cuts, they're all good," he said, raising his arms preparing for the downbeat. "Sing it here to me, so I can hear how you want it. We'll pre-record your voice later. We're just laying a band track now," David explained.
The music began. David conducted with much sensitivity as he leaned down to listen to Ina sing her special number.
When the number was almost through, Ina told David to stop.
"It's too fast, David." She looked at Smoke, a concerned look on her face. "You did the recording, Smoke, you know the tempo."
"I only take directions, Ina. I'm not the leader."
The orchestra laughed. Everyone usually enjoyed Smoke's sense of humor.
David looked at Ina and smiled. In a very gracious manner, he asked: "How fast do you want it to be?"
"Let Smoke set it. He knows. He made the recording a hit with his steady beat."
"Smoke. Will you rise, please?" David asked, in a mocking gesture.
"Rise? What for?" Smoke asked back.
"The star seems to think you will be better at setting the tempo than I. Therefore, you should conduct," he retorted, with his dry sense of humor.
"Okay. One, two, three, four!" Smoke commanded, setting what he felt had been the tempo from the previous session.
David picked up the beat and began to conduct the music from the score in front of him.
Ina sang with a lot of feeling. She liked the song and loved to perform it. This spot on the Don Melton Show was another good break for her. She had a lot going for her already and this just added to her good fortune.
When she finished singing the tune, she looked at Smoke. He looked back with a smile. He was good looking, she thought, watching the drummer. Her lover was somewhere in New York during her stay here in Los Angeles. She had been lonely for the two weeks she had worked a club in town. Maybe he might just be the one to ... her thoughts trailed off when the director called out over the speakers.
"Like it, Ina?" the voice boomed through the studio.
"Yeah. Was that a take?"
"Yes, fortunately. We got it all. We'll prerecord your voice this afternoon," the director said, then continued..."The second production number, David. Let's go!"
"It's a number called "All you got!" David said, raising his baton.
Smoke looked after Ina as she walked off the stand. He smiled as she looked back at him. She had a strange look in her eyes when she glanced at him. It was different than he was used to from most guest stars.
The long production numbers were exhausting to Smoke. There was never a break for the drummer ... he had to play all the time through the numbers. There were a lot of bumps and kicks to catch with the drums and it kept him concentrating most of the time. He envied the violins. There was so much music that they weren't in and got to rest. Oh, well, that's the plight of a drummer, he mused, happy to be sitting where he was.
They finished at twelve o'clock and Smoke took off his ride cymbal and put it in a velvet carrying case. He took his sticks and put them in a special container and left the studio.
On his way out, he passed by Ina Freeman's dressing room. The door was open and she was sitting in a chair in front of the mirror listening to a tape recording of the band track Smoke had just played on. Each week the sound engineer brought the band tracks for the guest stars to listen to so they could rehearse to the tape. This saved valuable time at the pre-record.
"Listenin' to me play drums?" Smoke asked with a grin.
"Yeah, I just can't get enough of your drum music," Ina said, smiling. "I listen to it every waking hour. Smoke, Smoke, what is your last name, Smoke?"
"Brown."
"Smoke Brown drum music all day, every day. That's all I do."
"Wanta do a number?" Smoke asked, walking into her dressing room.
"Now? I mean, here?"
"Sure. Just shut the door and turn on the blower. I've gotten high in here before. They can't smell it outside. Not with this incense I carry around with me." Smoke produced a stick of Patchouly incense from his drum stick container. "Fits in there right nice," he said, using a southern accent.
Ina closed the door and locked it, then went back to her chair in front of the mirror.
The room had two chairs and a divan. There were lamps scattered about on teak-wood end tables that rested on a thick carpet. There were a few paintings on the wall and heavy drapes covering one side of the dressing room. It was a comfortable place to relax for the guest artists.
Smoke produced a joint from the back of his cigarette pack. He moistened the end with his lips, then struck a match, lighting the marijuana.
He took a toke and handed it to Ina.
"Here," he said, inhaling, "It's good shit." Smoke lit a match and set the Patchouly on fire. It smelled good as the smoke curled to the ceiling. The blower sucked all the smoke through the ceiling, leaving the room fresh.
"Thanks," Ina said, taking a long drag on the joint, then pressing it in her chest. She held it a moment, then blew the smoke out of her lungs. "That's smooth. It is good stuff."
"Yeah, I have one of these every morning before I come to this gig. I get about half stoned, then I can face all the crap you have to play on a show like this."
"There must be a large variety of music to play."
"Everything imaginable. Rock, symphonic, hillbilly, jazz, and marches ... just everything." He took a long drag on the weed and held it in his lungs. "I love it though. I like a lot of activity of staying busy."
"You're smart. Most people don't keep themselves busy and that's why they're unhappy," Ina said, taking another long drag on the cigarette. "They have too much time to sit around and think about themselves instead of staying busy. I keep too busy. I'm on the go constantly and have to almost fight for time off."
"Yeah, I guess that when you make it like you did, you have to really push to keep up there." The joint was getting hard to hold. Smoke took out a roach holder and put the flame and what was left of the marijuana in the attractive clip, then took another drag.
"I can feel that joint. Damn! You got me stoned, Smoke Brown!"
"Good!" he said, handing her the roach clip. "You'll sing your ass off when you pre-record this afternoon. What time is your call back?"
"Two. I have about an hour and a half to kill."
"Are you gonna have lunch?"
"No, not until after I sing. Then I'll go across to Kiko's for a bite. Want to hang around with me and have a drink and something to eat later?" Ina asked, looking at Smoke with half-closed eyelids.
"Sure. I'll hang around and get you stoned."
"I have had enough of that until after work. Then, who knows?"
Smoke got a tingle of excitement when she said that. He looked at her in that groovy knit suit and he got the urge to make a pass at her. She would be so soft and nice to make love to, he thought, staring at her. He took one last puff on the cigarette, then went into the John and flushed it down the toilet.
"Where is home, Ina?" Smoke asked, crossing to the divan. He sat back and crossed his legs.
"Here. My old man is in New York now. He's my manager, you know."
"No, I didn't know that. Been together long?"
"Two years. It's alright, I guess, but its sure a strain sometimes."
"Tell me about it. My wife and I are splitting up."
"How long were you married?"
"Twelve fucking years." Smoke closed his eyes and leaned back on the soft divan. He was tired and wanted to rest.
When Smoke said the word, 'fucking', this excited Ina. She felt a quiver of passion shoot through her body. Her eyes became fixed on the bulge in Smoke's pants. He was hung! The long prick jutted out from his body at least six inches. She wondered how long it was when it was hard.
Smoke felt good. He was about half stoned from the joint, and had been asked by this beautiful woman to wait and have lunch with him. He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Tired?"
"Yeah, it's hard work playing those fucking drums."
"I'll bet. Lie down and take a nap. This tape recorder won't bother you, will it? I'll turn it way down," Ina spoke, turning the machine on.
"No, I can sleep with it turned up loud. I'm used to catching quick naps in the studios," he said, turning and laying on his side with his back to her. He was soon fast asleep.
Ina sat and rehearsed her numbers until almost two. She went into the bathroom and freshened up with a splash of cologne, then went to wake up Smoke.
She turned him over and shook him gently.
"Smoke. Smoke, wake up. If s almost two, and I have to go." Her eyes went to his crotch where she saw what she had been wondering about before. He was huge! He must be seven or eight inches! Her first temptation was to grab it, but no, let things take their own course. She was sure he had eyes to ball her, but not now ... later, she thought as she stared at the giant prick.
"Smoke, come on," she repeated, shaking his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake," he said, sitting up. He got up and walked to the bathroom and made no attempt to hide his hard-on. He figured she should see it, because more than likely, he would stick it in her somewhere before the day was over.
The engineer turned on the loud speakers near Ina so she could hear the band. He had adjusted the mike before her and was ready to start making playbacks.
"Try for a balance," he said from the booth.
Ina began to sing. She was a good singer and loved her work, especially recording. The first take was good, but they wanted another. "They' were the director and the sound engineer who had to approve of all finished takes before they would be accepted for the show.
"That's a good one, Ina. We'll go on to your second number," the director blurted out over the play-back speakers.
The second song went beautifully. She did it in one take, and it satisfied the director and the engineer.
"You're a genius!" the director spoke with a happy tone to his voice. It thrilled him when they didn't spend a lot of studio time. This made him a bigger man in the producer's eyes when he turned in a small amount of recording time. "We tape at eight tonight. See you then. Oh, I'll send in another tape of your voice over so you can practice your lip sink."
"Thank you, love," Ina said, leaving the stage. "See you tonight. Come on, Smoke. I'm starved!" she spoke, picking up her purse to leave. "I'll buy you lunch today."
"Oh, that's not fair. Let me buy," he said, leaving the studio with her.
"Nope, this one's on me. Don't argue with the star!"
"Alright," Smoke grinned as they left the building.
Kiko's was dark as usual. They stood at the entrance to the restaurant for a few moments getting adjusted to the darkness of the room.
Smoke saw Dana sitting with a girl. This was the first time he had ever seen him with a woman. Groovy! he thought, maybe he'll swing with her ... she's cute as hell!
"Two please," Smoke told the receptionist who had walked up to them.
"Good afternoon, Miss Freeman. I hear you're doing the Don Melton Show today," the receptionist remarked as she seated the couple and handed them a menu.
"Yes, we tape tonight at eight. I just finished the pre-recording. I'll lip-sink to my track tonight," Ina said, being friendly with the young woman. She liked nice people and tried to be as nice as possible. Some people bugged her and she turned them off fast.
"Want a drink first? I'll have the waitress bring you one right over." The young woman asked.
"Bloody Mary," Ina ordered.
"The same," Smoke chided. He leaned back in the booth and let his arms go limp beside him. Suddenly, he became aware of Ina's hand ... it was resting on his leg.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Smoke was surprised at Ina's boldness in public. Everyone knew she had a lover and here she was sitting close to him while the whole place watched. Smoke really couldn't have cared less. He was flattered at such a big star showing him affection in front of so many enviable people. They would give their left ball to be where he was right now. His ego leaped twelve notches on the pride scale when she squeezed his leg gently.
"What are you hungry for?" Ina asked, trying to focus her eyes to the menu in the darkness.
"You," he said, simply.
"Aha! The truth comes out. You do want to have a thing with me. I thought so," she said, a sly grin crossing her mouth.
"You're a groovy chick. I'd be insane to say that I didn't Why, any man in this room would love to ball you. You know that."
"Really? You think so."
"Are you kidding! Why, they would gladly pay, just to be sitting where I am right now. Watch them. Look at the guys look this way. You're a beautiful woman, Ina. I'd love to make love to you."
Ina looked around the room as she sipped her Bloody Mary. "I guess you're partly right. I do have a pretty big name and people like to be connected with fame. But, every man in this room?"
"Well, there are a couple of dancers over there that wouldn't bother, but that's cool. They have their own things going."
"What sounds good ... besides me," she said, reading the menu.
"Oh, I don't care. A sandwich will do. Dinner isn't too far away."
"You know, you're right. Jesus! I can feel that joint we smoked. That was good grass."
"I'll have a hamburger, please. No onions," Smoke spoke to the waitress, who wrote his order down quickly.
"Just a dinner salad, please," Ina said, handing the menu back to her. "And one more drink, please."
"Yeah, me too, make it another Bloody Mary," Smoke said, handing her his empty glass. He drank fast. He preferred pot, but booze had its merits.
"Wow! Look at the crazy chick with Sid," Smoke said, finishing his hamburger. "She must be the new script girl I heard about. Some musician told me to check out the new chick with Sid. I can see why. She's a gas!"
Ina looked at the pretty girl and continued eating her salad. "She's alright. Would every man in the room like to ball her too?" she asked, a little offended at his comments about another woman.
"They would, after they balled you!" he laughed at his own statement.
"Do you think she's prettier than me?"
"She's different than you. You're you and she is she, and never the twain shall meet!" Smoke ended his little speech with enthusiasm.
"You're a nut. A groovy nut, though. It's fun being with you." She looked at Smoke closely as she leaned on her hands. "Do you want to hang out with me all day and stay for the taping tonight?"
Smoke felt ten feet tall. She liked him, she really did!
"I'll check with Big Momma, see what she has planned. I probably will though. We aren't getting along at all. I go my way and she goes hers."
"Well, stay then. We can go to my place later and have a party ... okay?" Ina asked, coyly.
"Fuck it! Damn right I can go with you. I'll call her and tell her I got another gig. . .she'll never know the difference."
"Groovy! Let's go back to my dressing room," Ina fumbled in her purse for her money clip. "Here's twenty dollars. Pay the bill for me. Tell the waitress we want our food to go. This place bores me."
"Alright," he said, taking the crisp twenty. Smoke signaled for the waitress and handed her the money. She returned with the change and an exotic colored paper bag.
They left the smoke-filled restaurant with most of the people there watching them. Smoke carried the food in a sack.
"Here you go," Smoke offered, returning her change.
"Here, open the door for me, will you?" Ina asked, handing Smoke the key, back in front of her dressing room.
Smoke inserted the key and pushed the door open. "Now what? You have a lot of time to kill before taping tonight."
"I have to practice my lip-sink. Take a nap or something. This is something I have to do," Ina said, putting the tape on the recorder. "They brought me a voice-over already. I guess the guard let the engineer in."
"Yeah, they do that," Smoke offered, lying down on the divan. He opened the sack and began to have lunch. Ina ignored her food.
"How many chicks have you balled in this room? You seem to know what everybody does," Ina asked, crossing to the divan.
"'bout forty," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the sofa.
"You son of a bitch!" Ina shouted, taking off her shoe and throwing it at Smoke.
Smoke opened his eyes when the object struck him. He laughed and put the shoe behind him in a playful gesture.
"Come and get it ... I dare you!" he said, looking at Ina with a smile.
Ina pretended to be angry. She walked toward him with a slow, determined walk, then ran to his side, laughing and tickling him as she fell to her knees. She reached around his waist and tried to retrieve her shoe.
"Give it to me!" she screamed, digging her hands into his ribs.
Smoke laughed and rolled over with his back to her. He held onto the shoe as he enjoyed the physical contact with Ina Freeman.
"Stop! I'm ticklish!" Smoke yelled, holding onto the shoe and pulling his elbows into his sides.
"Give it here, then," Ina said, pushing her fingers into his ribs.
Smoke turned and looked at Ina. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him. With open lips, he kissed her full, thick lips, moving his tongue around sensuously with hers.
Ina seemed to melt. Her whole body went limp when Smoke stuck his tongue into her mouth. She was enjoying his aggressiveness. Her open lips accepted his tongue, sucking on the pink gland as it searched meaningfully in her mouth.
Smoke pulled her up on top of him and put his arms around her waist. He pushed her buttocks down on his hardening cock and hunched forward to meet her gorgeous pelvic region.
"Oh, Smoke, please! You drive me crazy! Let's wait until tonight and I'm through taping. Please!! ! " Ina begged, kissing Smokes mustache and cheeks. "Let's wait, darling. I can't stand this!"
"Alright. Fuck it! We'll wait 'till we get to your pad, I don't give a shit. It would be nice though, to make it now. I'm so fucking horny I could fuck my hand," Smoke said, rolling over, releasing Ina to lay beside him.
"Me too ... but let's wait. It will be so nice to have you in bed with me. I can imagine what it will be like," she said, kissing his cheek. Her hand found his and she held it tightly, imagining what would happen with Smoke when they finally did connect.
Smoke turned and slid to the floor in front of Ina. He put his hands on her hips and lay his head in her lap as he blew hot breath into her crotch. "I would like to get a little taste this afternoon."
Ina leaned back and sighed with passion. His mouth felt good to her, blowing the hot wind into her panties. She couldn't resist when Smoke reached up and undid her pants and pulled the zipper down. She could feel his warm hands on her body as he gently pulled down her pants, then her panties. Smoke's tongue ran swiftly around her slim stomach and belly button. Excitement swelled in her as his hot breath and warm hands moved over her lower body.
Smoke parted her long, slim legs and began licking the inside of the silky flesh. It was soft and smooth to his sensitive mouth as he licked and kissed the rubber skin that led to her vagina.
"Oh, Smoke!" Ina moaned as she felt his tongue go inside her. She twisted and moved about as he licked the lips of her wanting depth.
The lips of her cunt parted as he pushed his tongue farther inside her body. She tasted good to Smoke, who licked and kissed her love nest. He found the hardened clitoris and sucked on the tiny muscle, licking it gently, then sucking some more. He could feel her hips hunch forward into his face, pressing the warm quim around his mouth and chin.
The suddenness of the situation excited Ina. She loved spontaneous events in her life ... especially this kind. His hard tongue rubbed the top of her vagina, making her almost go out of her mind.
"Smoke! My God! Do it to me! Eat me, Smoke! Eat my box!" Ina yelled, riding his face. Her wet cunt slid around his mouth exciting her to almost distraction! Boy! Did this drummer know how to eat pussy! Ina thought happily, moving back and forth on his knowledgeable tongue and mouth. It felt like he was sucking her clit and kissing the lips of her hot pussy at the same time!
Smoke was enjoying the softness and position his mouth was in. Her wet lips slid around his mouth, exciting him with each thrust of his tongue into her soft wet haven. His hands grasped her tits and he squeezed them through her brassiere. They were large and pushed out the sides of her halter into his hands.
"Oh, Smoke, this is it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over your face!" she yelled, writhing and hunching into Smoke's open mouth. "OH MY GOD, EAT ME SMOKE, EAT ME!! ! "
Smoke could feel her vagina convulse as the height of all pleasures passed through her body. He delighted in making her experience such a complete orgasm. The tight cunt sucked at his chin as she had another climax.
Ina felt like screaming. She bit the back of her hand as another orgasm enveloped her entire body, thrilling her every sense. She became weak and lay limp on the divan. Smoke still licked at her open hole and it felt good. She finally pushed his head away ... she could stand no more.
Smoke licked the soft part of her upper legs and kissed the area around her stomach. It was so smooth! Her skin was like velvet to his sensitive lips as he ran them over her lower body.
"Oh, Smoke! That's the greatest anybody ever ate me. My God! You drove me outa my mind!" she said, rolling her head over to look at him.
Smoke got off his knees and sat down beside her. "You're a groovy chick and I like giving you head. I could have stayed down there all day. I dig on eating you," he said, lighting a cigarette. The smoke tasted good mixed with the tinge of juice from her body. He had a hard-on that was beginning to hurt. He looked down at his bulge and smiled. "You'll have to wait until tonight I guess." Smoke looked at Ina. "Unless you want to give me some head."
Ina looked at him with compassion. "You may not believe this, but I never went down on a man before. I don't even know how."
"Why not? Are you a religious fanatic or somethin'? " Smoke asked, half teasing.
"I just never wanted to is all," she sounded matter-of-fact.
"Do you want to now?" he asked, unzipping his trousers. His meat loaf sprang out of his trousers and stood tall. The knob was wet from his excitement. "I'll sure teach you if you want to learn!"
Ina looked at the shining prick. It was nearly eight inches long and thick. She was apprehensive about doing this sort of thing. It was tempting, though, and she stared at it, then hesitated.
"It won't bite you, you know," Smoke said, spreading his legs. His long cock jetted from his trousers like a long pole. He looked down at himself and grabbed the lob with his hand. "Here, try it," he coaxed. He put his arm around Ina's shoulder and pulled her down gently.
Ina stared at the glandular extension and swallowed hard. "It won't hurt to give it a try. Anyway, it's a pretty cock and I may as well learn now. What do I do?" she asked, changing her position and laying in Smoke's lap. The head of the penis was near her mouth, as she looked at the hard muscle. She leaned down and kissed the crown, then began licking around the end of the knob.
"You're doing great! Now put it in your mouth and suck on it 'till I come. Just don't bite ... suck," he said, breathing harder. He watched her pretty, full lips open and go around his shaft. She sucked on the end of it, moving her head back and forth.
"That's it!" Smoke cried in ecstasy. "Fuck it, Ina, fuck it and suck it like your cunt!" he lay back enjoying the marvelous sensation of a mouth on his male organ.
Ina became more aggressive and put more in her mouth. She was enjoying the throbbing muscle inside her head. She could imagine how good this must feel to Smoke. Her warm, wet mouth sucking on his sensitive penis. It excited her to feel the thick cock in her mouth, knowing that she was thrilling her lover.
Smoke watched as a tingling sensation traveled all over his body. His cock felt so good he could scream! He looked at her open mouth, slurping as she sucked on his penis. Most of his member was in her head, going down her throat. He could feel her lips sliding near his pelvic bone. God! It was sensitive down there!
Ina became daring and tried to get the whole prick in her mouth, but gagged. She backed off the thick rod and began to lick the crown. Then returned the fat shaft to her mouth and sucked on the pulsating end.
When she put most of him inside her throat, Smoke could stand this no longer and succumbed to the bombasting force in his testicles that blasted itself through his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"OH, Jesus! I must have come a cup full!" he spoke in complete satisfaction.
Ina ran to the John and spit the come out into the sink.
"You sure did! I didn't think you would come in my mouth!" she sounded disappointed, as she returned to the divan.
"Most chicks swallow it," Smoke said, lighting a cigarette.
"That would take some getting used to, I suppose," Ina said, sitting on her knees next to the drummer. She stared at Smoke a moment. She liked him. No other man had ever been able to talk her into doing that ... except Smoke. He was exciting to her in a different way than her husband. Everything had to be planned out with her old man. With Smoke, it was 'let's eat each other right here in the dressing room' ... and she liked that. She wondered how long she would like this sort of man if she were around him for any length of time.
"What are you thinking about?" Smoke asked, turning to look at Ina.
"You. I was thinking how different you are than what I'm used to. You know, we just ate each other right here in my dressing room. I don't do things like that."
"You just did."
"I know. That's what I was thinking about."
"It was groovy and I'd like to do it again. . .but you have to practice your things for tonight." Smoke looked at his watch. "What time do you want to eat dinner? It's about three now and you tape at eight."
"At six o'clock. That will give me two hours to eat and get dressed and go to makeup ... Why?"
"I want to go pick up some sticks at the drum shop this afternoon and could do that now while you're rehearsing to the tape."
"Fine. But you will meet me for dinner at six?"
"Sure. I'll be here early so we can have a drink."
"So you can have a drink. I have to work, remember?"
"See you 'bout quarter to six," Smoke said, zipping his trousers and adjusting his clothes. He leaned over and gave Ina a peck on the cheek, then left the dressing room.
"Hey! Watcha say!" Smoke called out to a dancer who was passing by.
"Not much. What are you up to?" she asked, stopping to talk to Smoke. Her name was Nancy Anderson, a brunette about five feet five. She had one of the most incredibly beautiful asses that Smoke had ever seen. The rest of her was nice too, but that ass!
Smoke smiled and leaned up against the wall to Ina's dressing room. He couldn't get his eyes off her rear end.
Nancy knew this and stood sideways so he could look. She liked Smoke and had wanted to have a thing with him for two years, but never had the opportunity. She looked at the bulge in his trousers as she talked to him.
"What you lookin' at?" she asked, glancing up to his eyes.
"The same thing you are," he replied, looking up to see her eyes staring at his cock. "Want to get it on?"
Nancy smiled and shook her hair to one side. It was long, black and shiny. "Maybe. Where you goin'? "
"I was goin' to get some sticks, but if you don't have anything to do, we could uh..."
"I'm off 'till eight tonight. Come on up to my dressing room. Everybody else went home."
Smoke could feel a rise beginning in his crotch. He looked down at her gorgeous back side and sighed deeply. "Lead the way!"
CHAPTER NINE
Dana waited patiently outside the office where Cynthia worked. He peeked through the glass section of the heavy door to try and get her attention. She was busy typing. He waved his arms back and forth so she would see him. She kept typing.
"Yes!" a voice boomed out behind Dana.
Dana jumped a little and looked around. It was a tall, business-type man with a frown on his face. He looked down at Dana, then repeated, "Yes!"
"Oh, hi. I was just waving at a friend." He felt embarrassed and foolish.
"You know, we work up here, we don't fool around," the man said bitterly.
"No shit," Dana replied, aggravated with his impertinence.
"I've seen you clowning around down there with your violin. This is a different place up here. We work for a living," the man spoke, pushing past Dana and going on in the office.
"Have a nice day!" Dana called out after him. "Hey, Cynthia," he called out bravely, "don't you get off now?" Dana felt more adventurous than he had in years. He was proud of his own aggressiveness.
Cynthia looked up at the clock. It was five o'clock. She put a few things away and picked up her purse, punched the time clock and left.
"Who was that nerd that just went past. That guy over there staring at us?" Dana asked, nodding toward the business man.
"Oh, he's just a bookkeeper, why?"
"He came on a little salty to me awhile ago. He informed me that you all work up here ... What the hell does he think we do down there, jerk off?"
"He comes on that way to everybody. Don't pay any attention to him," she said walking down the hall. "Where are we going?"
"The party doesn't start until about nine, after they finish taping. Let's go to my place and I'll cook somethin' and we can listen to music."
"Fine. I'd like that," Cynthia replied. "Just think, I get to meet David Alan and go to a party tonight with a member of his orchestra!" she beamed as they left the ABS building arm in arm.
Dana drove a Mercedes Benz. He liked that car, and had always driven one, since he could afford it.
Dana was one of the lucky musicians in town. He worked steady in the studios and made a handsome living. He lived modestly, only spending money on music and a few luxuries. His car was one of the luxuries he afforded himself. He felt it was a wise investment, though, because he only bought one every ten years. This car was six years old and ran like a top.
Dana reached over and put a cassette cartridge into his tape recorder. Heavy symphony music filled the leather-padded interior of his automobile as they drove toward his house. He lived in the Hollywood hills in an older house. It was covered with ivy and looked like something you would see in New England.
"I love your house," Cynthia said, climbing from the front seat. "It has so much character."
"It's comfortable," he replied, unlocking the front door.
Inside was a thick, luscious carpet adorned with heavy, comfortable furniture. There were large speakers on the walls that looked as though they should have been in a recording studio.
"Like a drink?" Dana asked, going into the kitchen.
It was a bright, cheery room painted white and trimmed in light blue. He had matching curtains in the windows where the sunlight spilled in when the sun shined in the morning.
"Yeah, I'll have a martini, if you have the Gin," she said, sitting at a bar stool beside the stove.
There was a tiny bar, large enough for two to sit comfortably beside the kitchen area.
Cynthia watched as Dana made a pitcher of Gin martinis. He stirred the clear liquid, making a splashing sound against the ice cubes.
Dana reached into his freezer and brought out two frosted martini glasses and put them on the bar. He reached for ajar of olives and distracted two and put these in the glasses, then poured the chilled martini's on top.
"Cheers!" he replied, raising his glass.
"Cheers!" Cynthia chided, clinking her drink against Dana's. She sipped the cold Gin slowly, looking over her glass at Dana. He was an odd man, so completely absorbed in his music that nothing else mattered to him. Most men would have had her on the couch by now, but he was concerned about what records to put on the machine. She wanted to make it with him for her own prestige. She had never known a musician with a big name orchestra and it intrigued her to be with him. He wasn't attractive, but he was a member of David Alan's orchestra ... and this was all that mattered. She would have him before the night was over.
Dana went to his record cabinet and looked at a catalog he had prepared for his own use. He had thousands of records lined completely across one wall in the living room. He thought about Cynthia. He didn't know what she liked, he hadn't asked her. Oh well, he put on some David Alan albums. That should thrill her! he thought, pulling the discs from their jackets.
"That's pretty. What is it?" Cynthia called out from the kitchen.
"It's us ... the David Alan bunch," he called back.
"Oh! How nice!" she commented, remembering another musician she had dated awhile back. He was the only other musician she had been out with, besides Dana. What a difference! she thought to herself, remembering the circumstances and time when she had been involved with the itenerate music maker.
She had been living in a small town outside of Chicago near a resort area. It was summer and there were many tourists spending their vacations at the resort where she worked. The name of the lodge where she worked in the office, was "Back of the Moon." It was a large hotel that had a bar and restaurant with entertainment in the evenings. Cynthia spent a lot of time in the bar at night, one reason being, she was dating the bartender. He was a medical student that spent his summers making extra money as a mixologist.
That is where she had met Slide Parke. He was a trombone and bass player with a small group that entertained in the lounge six nights a week. The hotel policy was to change groups every two weeks, but this group was so good, they had been held over for a month.
Cynthia loved to listen and dance to their music. They called themselves the "Stereo Four" ... She had seen Slide many nights but hadn't met him. She liked his looks. He was about thirty years old, tall and lean. He looked sexy to her and she was curious about how he would be in bed.
One night, about closing time, she went to the band stand and requested a modern jazz tune. She knew this would attract her attention, because everyone else always asked for more commercial melodies.
This turned Slide on immediately. He had seen her hanging around the bartender and had even asked about her and had been told that she dated him, so he had looked elsewhere for a girl. She had big tits and this was enough to excite Slide. He would go out with most anything after a couple of beers, but this chick was nice. She was pretty, and obviously knew something about music. He watched where she sat and after the next set was over he went directly to her table, where she sat alone.
"You usually sit at the bar ... right?" Slide spoke, pulling out a chair from her table. "May I sit down?"
"Sure," she said simply, trying to be coy. "I'm Slide Parke. What's your name."
"Cynthia."
"You look like a Cynthia. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, offering her a cigarette.
"Sure. I'd love a brandy."
Slide ordered the drinks from a nearby waitress, then looked at Cynthia more closely. She was a pretty girl. She had full, even lips and sparkling white teeth. Her eyes were a little slanted and she had a cute nose. Her breasts pushed out of a low-cut blouse she wore and he could see the tops of them as she breathed.
"How long will you be here?" she asked, sipping the brandy that had been set before her.
"I don't have the slightest idea. I'm sure enjoying myself, though. We've been lucky. The house is packed every night and the manager loves us."
"You're good. I love to come in here every night and listen to the group."
"I thought someone told me you went with the bartender, and I right?" Slide asked, looking at her expression closely.
"I go with whom I please. I'm not connected with anyone."
"Good! Will you go out with me tonight? We can go to my place and dig some sides."
"Well, I guess so. You won't try to rape me or anything like that?" she teased.
"I might let you rape me, if you'd like," he replied with a grin. "I have to go to work now. I'll see you after the next set, then we'll split."
Cynthia nodded to the trombone player as he left. She nursed her drink for the next forty five minutes while she enjoyed the show the group performed. The Stereo Four was out of it. They put on funny hats and sang hillbilly tunes. They left the funny hats on and played a ballad. This cracked Cynthia up more than anything else. They were so serious with those goofy hats! The bass player lay on his back and held the bass between his legs while the other three members of the group all climbed on top of him. They never made a mistake while they played the beautiful melody.
Cynthia was almost hysterical as they finished playing. All three musicians were sitting on the side of the bass, not cracking a smile as they played beautifully. The bass player acted like they were killing him. He made all sorts of facial distortions while he kept trying to play his instrument. Cynthia enjoyed their strange sense of humor. They were truly out of it.
"Did you bring a car?" Slide asked, sitting at Cynthia's table.
"No, I don't have a car. I stay here at the hotel."
"Groovy! I'll go pick up our hearse and meet you in front in ten minutes." Slide stood and left the room.
"A hearse?" Cynthia called after him. He ignored her call and departed through the front door.
Cynthia finished her drink and left a tip on the tip-tray for the waitress, then went out in front of the hotel. She had to laugh when Slide pulled up in a 1940 Packard hearse. He got out quickly and ran around the long front end and opened the door for her. He bowed graciously as she got in the front seat. It thrilled her to see how much attention she received by being with Slide. Everyone watched him and smiled as he ran back around to the driver's side. He donned his head with a long, stove pipe hat, that looked like an ancient undertaker, then drove away.
"Wanta take a drive before we go to my place?" he asked, driving down a lonely country lane.
"Sure. It's a beautiful night. I love your car ... or whatever it is. It's a real camp!"
"Well, we like it. We all four travel in it and sometimes we sleep in it when we're out of work and can't afford a hotel room. We started to buy a goat and some chickens one time, but figured it would start to smell, so we didn't."
Cynthia laughed. "Where are you from?"
"We work out of Chicago. That is when we work. Things have been real slow up until this job and we're really enjoying eating regularly. We were out of work for three weeks before this gig and when we got here we had no money at all. We borrowed enough from our agent for gas to get here, but we had no food. The hotel pays for my room over at this other place, otherwise we'd have to sleep in the car the first week."
"How did you eat?"
"Oh, that was funny! We worked an afternoon session from five 'till seven and they served hors d'oeuvres. Well, the afternoon bartender was a pretty wise old coot and he saw our eyes light up when he put a large tray of these goodies on the bar where we could see them. The chef brought out three trays, just filled with all kinds of things and the bartender hid one behind the bar. After our first set, he motioned for us to come to the bar. We did, and he gave us the whole tray. We took it outside and scarfed like a bunch of savages. He was cool. Every afternoon he only served two trays to the customers and kept one for us."
"How nice. Then after you got paid, you started paying for your meals ... and getting alittle better balanced diet." She laughed, enjoying his company. He was a fun guy and it was a new experience to be around someone so carefree. Usually her dates were so damn serious she was bored to death. Slide was a funny guy.
The hotel was located on the outskirts of the small city and they were in the country when they left the place. It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining brightly and there was a full moon. Cynthia leaned her head out of the window and smelled the fresh countryside. There was alfalfa growing and it's aroma filled the air. They drove for about an hour and then Slide pulled over under a large, spreading oak tree. He turned off the ignition and they both sat still, listening to the quiet. A few crickets made their noise, adding to the tranquility of the evening.
Slide moved over by Cynthia and put his arms around her. She responded by grasping his hand. He kissed her on the cheek and rubbed his nose around in her hair. She smelled good, and felt soft to his touch. He put his other arm around her waist and kissed her directly on the mouth. Her soft lips parted when he touched his to hers. His tongue found her open mouth wanting his pink gland and accepting it gladly. She began to breath heavily when he put his hand on her breast. She pushed his hand away, but he put it on the other side, massaging the mound of flesh as he kissed her. He slid his hand up and down into her dress, filling his hand with a beautiful, thick
"Don't, Slide. Please?" She didn't sound too convincing in her voice. It was shaky and unsure.
Slide pulled his hand out of her blouse and reached around behind and pulled up the material past her brassiere strap. He quickly undid this, letting the huge knockers fall forward. His hands moved underneath the front of her clothing, up under the loose brassiere and found the two firm mounds of smooth skin standing out waiting for his two hands. He pushed the blouse up to her neck, then buried his face between the two hills. He wallowed his head back and forth, kissing and licking the protruding glands, then he put one of the nipples in his mouth and began to suck on it.
Cynthia was going wild! She could feel his mouth on her body and became excited all over. Her pussy was wet, she could feel it. God! Was he a passionate lover! His mouth was back on hers with his tongue in her mouth while he played with her tits. She enjoyed every touch of his and moved around in the seat in a bed of passion.
Slide took her hand and put it on his cock. She pulled away at first, but with his insistence she didn't refuse to hold it in her hand. She squeezed the hard muscle in his pants as he kissed her and rolled her breasts around in a circle with his hands. She was breathing hard when he reached down and undid his zipper, pulling the muscle out of his pants. He put her hand back on the bare joint and hunched forward as she began to masturbate him.
"Oh, God! Cynthia. You feel so good when you do that!" Slide panted, enjoying the passion creep over his body. "Will you suck me off?"
Cynthia sat up suddenly and let his penis fall free. "You want me to put it in my mouth and suck you off? Jesus, Slide, I never did that before!"
"Well, do it now. I'd really dig it if you would. I'll give you some head when you're through. You sure can't have babies that way."
Cynthia looked at the shining knob and leaned down and put it in her mouth. She sucked on the throbbing crown and enjoyed the experience.
Slide moaned as he felt her lips go down on the sides of his cock. He leaned back and moaned loudly as she sucked up and down ... up and down.
"That's it, Cynthia ... Suck it, baby! It feels so good I think I'll scream. Get it all! Suck it honey!" he moaned, thrilling to the touch of a woman's lips around his hard-on.
Cynthia felt his prick stiffen and convulse as the hot, creamy liquid filled her mouth. She kept sucking, swallowing the spunk he had ejaculated into her head.
Slide held her head down on his joint until he finished coming, then pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Cynthia, that was the greatest!" he said, reaching over to his lover. He pulled her dress up around her slender waist, then pulled her panties off. He climbed down on the floor board of the hearse and put his head between her legs, kissing them and licking the tender skin. His mouth reached her vagina and he blew his hot breath into the furry nest, then kissed the opening of her waiting depth.
Cynthia thought she would go out of her mind when he began licking her clitoris with his hard tongue. He was an expert at doing this and she thrilled to his every movement. His chin rested on the lower part of her cunt as he licked and sucked at her tight quim.
She tasted good to Slide, who relished licking the open cavity. Her lips slid around his face, exciting him as he thrilled her with his advances. He could feel her lips tighten as she began to come. She yelled and wiggled around in the seat as he continued licking and sucking on her hard, tiny gland.
"Slide! I'm having another orgasm! I'm coming again!" she screamed, writhing and twisting into his face. "Keep eating me, Slide! Oh, Slide!"
Slide blew and licked and sucked on the wet hole until she went limp. He sat up and wiped off his chin, then kissed her open mouth gently. He had exhausted her with his talent and it made him feel good to see her so completely satisfied.
"Did you like that?" he asked, whispering tenderly into her ear.
"Are you kidding? That was the best experience I ever had. I'm liable to want you to marry me if you do that very often."
"Let's go home and dig some music," Slide suggested, starting the engine.
Cynthia remembered seeing Slide many more times that summer. It had been a beautiful time in her life.
Now she stared at Dana, who sat on the couch in his living room, eyes closed, listening to music. She wanted him too ... and was determined to get him in bed before the day had ended.
CHAPTER TEN
Sid went to his office and closed the door to his inner room. He sat down and stared at the picture of his wife and kids on the desk. He had received a salary of five thousand dollars a week for years now and his life style was good. He had bought a home in Beverly Hills that had cost him a quarter of a million dollars. He had made a few investments, but mostly had spent his money on living. It took a lot of money to keep his home. He had spent many thousands of dollars throwing parties for business acquaintances and friends. He looked around him and shook his head slowly. Would they pick up his option? Usually by this time he would have been told one way or the other.
The telephone rang.
"Yes?" he asked, swinging around in the large swivel chair. "Of course, come right up," Sid remarked, then hung up the receiver.
It was Stu Cole, the executive producer of the Don Melton Show. Sid would know in a few minutes whether he would have a job or not. The exec was the fop man for ABS and the Don Melton Show. He hired and fired everyone, including Sid Baker.
There was a gentle knock on his door.
"Come in," Sid called out. He rose from his desk as Stu entered. With an out-stretched hand he greeted his superior. "Sit down, Stu ... what's on your mind?"
Stu fidgeted in his chair in front of the desk. He couldn't look at Sid for a brief moment, then he spoke. "We're not going to pick up your option, Sid. It was Don's idea. He feels it will be good luck to make a change."
"Good luck? Fuck man, we're in the top ten ... what the fuck does he want ... blood!" Sid became un-glued. He didn't become angry often, he wouldn't allow himself to, but now he was losing five grand a week and was going to fight for it.
"Don is changing his head writer and getting rid of you, that's the way he wants it, Sid. There is nothing I can do. Nothing." Stu spoke in a cold tone of voice. He was in his late fifties, a small man with piercing eyes that seemed to look through you. His streaked hair was long and hung down over his ears almost to his shoulders in a mod look. He had been in charge of Don's affairs for twenty years and knew how to handle these kind of situations. He was used to being a bad guy and nothing seemed to affect his feelings. He had very little feeling for anything. . .except money.
"Jesus, Stu, aren't we friends? Doesn't all these years mean anything to you or Don?" he pleaded, rising from the thickly padded chair he was losing.
"Of course, Sid, but this is Don's idea. He feels it will be good luck to let you go and you know yourself you can't change his mind. Be sensible. You've made a lot of money off him. Be grateful and leave without a fuss ... it isn't worth it."
"Bullshit! That's what I say. I saved you people thousands of dollars over the years ... even millions! Doesn't that mean anything to you to have someone do a good job for you?"
"You did an excellent job, I don't deny that, it's just that Don wants to make the change for luck," Stu spoke, looking directly at Sid.
"Fuck!" Sid spit out, walking around the desk. "Alright, I'll be through after this last show and split ... I won't cause a scene." Sid spoke with tears in his eyes. He reached out to shake Stu's hand. "It's been fun."
"Yes, it has, Sid. Good luck to you," he said, turning to leave.
"Thank you, I may need it," Sid spoke with his head down.
Stu left the room and closed the door behind him.
Sid took a deep breath and went to the telephone. "Get me my home, Miss Kelly." He waited while she dialed the number. "Hello, honey, it's me. Yeah, I wanted to call and tell you I'll go on unemployment after today. They didn't pick up my option."
Sid listened to his wife's comments a moment, then replied, "I know, dear, we've made a lot of money on this show and now it's over. . .nothing lasts forever. I'll call the Academy and see if that job is still open they offered me last year. Something will happen, I'm not worried. Alright, honey. I'll see you after the party tonight. I want to go and tell everyone goodbye ... Okay, alright ... bye bye." He hung up the receiver and sat in his chair. It was quiet as he rested his head on his hands, thinking about all the years he had worked to try and save money for the show, and now they fired him. It was a blow to his ego and he resented having been thrown out like an old shoe. He had worked hard.
Sid reached for the phone. "Come here a moment, Miss Kelly," he ordered, then hung up the receiver. Leaning back in his comfortable chair, he closed his eyes when he heard his secretary enter. He opened them when he heard her sit in front of the desk.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Baker?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the chair. She had brought her pad and pencil with her in case he needed her to dictate something.
"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you goodbye. I won't be your boss anymore."
"Oh, how come, I mean..."
"Don wants to get rid of me and the head writer. He thinks it will be good luck to make the change."
"Good luck? Why, we're in the top ten nearly every week. What does he expect?" she spoke, angry with the bad news. She liked Sid a lot and had gotten along with him ever since she first came to work for ABS. He was attractive to her but she had never let on. She had been strictly business with him and had liked it that way. She looked at him with sad eyes.
"Don't cry, Miss Kelly. I'm sure you'll have a good boss to work for next season."
Miss Kelly dropped her head and looked at her fingers that were moving nervously. "It's just that I...."
"Yes?"
"Well, I enjoy working for you so much and I'll miss you terribly. Nothing lasts forever, I guess."
"Yeah, you're sure right. I figured I'd be here for a long time. But, it's all over now, and when I really think about it, I'm about half glad. I was getting stagnant doing the same thing week after week, year after year. Now I'll get out and get into something new. It will be interesting to see just what I can come up with. I've had several offers, but turned them down to keep this."
"I'll miss you an awful lot, Sid ... I mean Mr. Baker."
"Call me Sid. What's your first name? I don't even know after all this time."
"Sue," she answered simply. She kept staring at her fingers.
"Well, Sue, this time next week you'll have a new boss, and I wonder where I'll be?" he thought, reflectively. He looked at Sue closely. She was a pretty woman if she would fix herself right. With a new hair do and different clothes she would be very attractive. He looked at her in a different way, now that he was no longer her employer after today.
"I'd like to quit myself and go with you!" she spoke, looking up at Sid. She had tears in her eyes.
"Now, Sue, don't take this so hard," he said, walking around the desk. He walked over to her and put his arm on her shoulder. "Maybe I'll get something going real soon and can use you. You're a good secretary and I liked working with you."
"Do you really?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. She put her hand on his and rubbed her soft cheek against it gently.
"Sure, you're the greatest," he spoke, looking down at his secretary. A surge of passion raced through his body as she rubbed his hand with her cheek.
Sue put her lips on his fingers and kissed the sun-tanned hand. She was sad and wanted him to know how she felt. It was a dirty deal firing him after he had worked so hard for the show and it filled her heart with sadness to think of him leaving. She looked up into his eyes. "I'll miss you, I really will."
Sid leaned down and kissed her mouth. He was surprised to find her mouth open and waiting for his. She responded immediately when he sensuously moved his mouth around on hers. Her mouth opened more as he pushed his tongue through her pink lips.
Sue sighed and was overcome with passion. She accepted his tongue with gladness as the kiss thrilled her whole body. She squirmed in her chair and could feel her vagina become moist. She hadn't had many affairs with men, she was always too busy working. Having never married, her dating became less and less as she grew older. Her attention was focused on her career, and consequently she had gotten ahead in the business world, but had been neglected sexually.
She stood and put her arms around Sid. "Oh, Sid! I'll miss you so badly!" she remarked, putting her mouth on his. She moved her head around passionately, kissing his firm lips and enjoying his tongue wallowing around in her mouth. She pressed her hips against his and could feel a hardness in his pants. This excited her even more as she pressed against the muscle. It felt good to her leg as she rubbed against it.
Sid was surprised. What had been intended as a friendly kiss was turning into something else. She felt good to his touch and he held her close. Her breasts pushed into his chest as he pulled her into his clutches.
"Oh, wow," Sid remarked, pulling away from the kiss, but still holding her in an embrace. "I never looked at you this way before, Miss Kelly, I mean, Sue. You're a real woman and I like holding you like this."
"Yeah, I know. I'm enjoying your body next to mine," she said, pressing her hips into his. The stiffness in his pants seemed to grow when she did this. She was hot all over and wanted to do something about her feelings.
"I guess I'd better lock my door."
"Yes, I think so," she replied, letting him know that she expected more to happen.
Sid walked to the door and locked it When he returned, he pushed Sue into his desk and kissed her, pressing his hips into her warm thighs.
"Oh, Sid, do something, please!" Sue sighed, grasping onto his shoulders.
"Alright," he replied, moving things off his desk and making a clearing. He returned to Sue and pulled up her dress around her waist. After he pulled down her panties, he lay her back on a cushion from a chair he had placed on his desk. The brown patch of hair tasted good to Sid when he buried his face in her crotch.
She spread her legs, accepting his advances with warm passion. No one had ever done anything this daring to her before and she was overcome with emotion. His tongue was inside her body! Never had she experienced such a tingling thrill! Her whole body quivered as he licked around her clitoris. She reached down and held him by the head as he continued this marvelous act of love.
Sid licked her awhile, then moved up and kissed and licked her stomach. It was soft and smooth as he licked around her navel. The dress was too complicated to remove, otherwise he would have done so to play with her tits. He squeezed them through the dress anyway, enjoying their softness. Sid pulled himself up between her legs. He pulled at his belt and finally got it loose, then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, then climbed up on top of Sue with his cock in his hand, guiding it toward her furry nest.
Sue gulped when he put the head of his penis inside her. It felt so good she moaned with delight. She put her arms around him and held on tightly as he rammed the rest of his meat inside her. Sue screamed out with passion as the large tool jammed the sides of her vaginal walls, stretching them with his large muscle. It hurt but she loved it! He began pumping up and down on top of her, shoving his joint in and out of her begging cunt. She hung onto his shoulders as he continued to fuck her with all his energies. She loved the way he breathed hard and made love to her in a sort of savage rhythm.
Sid was about to come. He was excited and under these impromptu circumstances, he knew he wouldn't last long. He loved to fuck when he hadn't expected to. This excited him more than going to elaborate plans and details just for a piece of tail. He humped away, enjoying the tightness of her hot cunt around the sides of his hard-on. Soon it happened. He felt a tingling sensation in his balls, then his cock exploded it's love juice inside her.
Sue grabbed Sid's shoulders and dug into his coat with her fingernails as her whole body convulsed in an orgasm. She cried out in pleasure as the climax traveled through her body, with the wonderful feeling of satisfaction. She sighed when it was over and hugged Sid, then placed her mouth on his.
"That was wonderful!" Sue stated as Sid started to get off her. I don't think I'll ever enjoy anything so well the rest of my life. . .and we did it on the desk!"
"That's the best place! You can't beat a piece of ass on your desk!" he kidded, helping her down. "We don't have to stop, you know, just because I came. We can get it on again here on the floor, if you're game," he said, putting his arms around her. "Why don't you take off that dress and I'll take the rest of my clothes off. We'll be more comfortable."
Sue began unbuttoning her dress.
Sid reached around behind her when he had finished undressing and took the clip out of her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. She was a different looking woman this way. He helped undo her brassiere and reached around underneath her arms and filled his eager hands with two luscious breasts. They were large and firm. He squeezed these for awhile, enjoying the touch of his hands on the beautiful tits, then turned her around and put his nude body against hers. Her flesh was warm and soft against his as they stood, each enjoying the other's naked body.
Sid sat down on the thick carpet and beckoned her to join him. They leaned back against the front of his desk and he put his arms around her. He kissed her while he fondled her lovely breasts. He had always been a tit man. Other guys went nutty over legs, but he liked tits!
He remembered one time in London when the show was over there on location and had been fixed up with a girl. His wife had stayed home, so he had decided to swing a little. The director knew Sid liked big tits, so had introduced him to a girl with the biggest tits he had ever seen. He took her to a movie and ran into his wife's best friend, who was vacationing in London at the time. What can you do? He smiled and hoped that she wouldn't tell his wife that he had been out with the biggest titted chick in Europe! He smiled when he thought about that experience. He hardly enjoyed fucking her that night because of his guilty conscious and fear of her telling his wife. She didn't and his caper had remained a secret.
"I hope no one calls or comes by," Sue said, breaking away from the kiss.
"Fuck 'em. If they do, that's their problem. I don't work here anymore, remember?"
"I know, Sid. It won't be the same around here without you. I enjoyed working for you and doing the best I could. It was important to me to see that you did a good job as a producer. I enjoyed helping you."
"You're a good secretary, like I said. Come here and give me a kiss," he said, pulling her over to him. They sat on the floor naked, kissing when the phone rang.
"Should I answer it?" Sue asked, starting to get up.
"Naw, let it ring. I couldn't care less, besides I want you to give me some head."
"Some what?"
"Some head. You know, a blow job. . .suck me off."
She swallowed hard and looked at his limp penis. "I've never done that before, Sid. I always thought it wasn't a good thing to do," she said, looking at the rising cock with apprehension.
"I gave you a little head and you liked it."
"I sure did."
"Well, it's the same with me. I like it too. Will you?" he asked, putting his hand around her neck and pulling her down.
"Don't pull me!" she snapped. "I'll do it, just don't try to force me."
"Sorry, just wanted to encourage you is all." Sid looked down at his half hard joint. "Why don't you suck it hard for me?"
Sue turned her body and lay on Sid's leg, staring at the limp muscle. She reached out and took hold of it and stroked it a few times. White liquid oozed from the end and she wiped it away with her thumb. With her mouth dangerously close she stuck out her tongue and licked the crown. The muscle jumped forward, then relaxed until she began licking the sides and back. The prick hardened to its maximum as she slid her tongue down the sides to the base where the curly pubic hairs tickled her nose. She went back up the sides of the rod, licking and teasing the loose skin with her lips. She was getting used to the man's instrument in her face, hoping to get the courage to put it in her mouth. She wanted to please Sid because this was what he wanted.
Sid watched in complete ecstasy. Her hot mouth on his shaft excited him. He had goose bumps over his whole body. Her beautiful mouth teased him and sent amorous thrills through his system. He knew she was getting up her courage to put it in her mouth and waited patiently while she sent the tingling excitement through his groin and whole body. He could have laid there forever, just watching her get acquainted with his penis. It was fascinating how she would lick it, then look at it and kiss the sides of the straining prick. It was so hard now that it started to hurt. He was patient, though, and continued to watch while his secretary licked and kissed his aching knob. She put her hand around the base of the shaft and held it tightly as she looked at the crown of the cock, then opened her mouth and put the head of it in her mouth. Sid thought he would go out of his mind when he felt her hot breath and her moist mouth engulf the crown of his joint. He moaned gleefully as she began to suck gently on the end. He reached down and took her hand and put it on his testicles.
She responded immediately by rubbing and squeezing them. The stiff cock felt good in her mouth. She put more of the meat in her mouth, sucking and moving her head up and down. This was a completely new experience for the secretary and it excited her to realize she was actually doing this! Sucking off her own boss! How daring! She continued to suck and put more of the cock in her mouth.
Sid tried to hold back the orgasm, but he couldn't. The come blasted from his strained penis into her mouth, then he sighed with complete satisfaction as the sperm left his body and exploded in her mouth.
Sue sat up, her mouth full of come, and made a funny noise. Sid reached for his trousers and got a handkerchief and handed it to her. She spit the fluid out into the hanky and wiped her mouth.
"That was the greatest!" Sid remarked, pulling her over to him. "Give me a kiss," he said, meeting her open lips with his own mouth. They kissed passionately, each savoring the taste of the other's mouth, then parted. They looked at each other differently. He was the boss and she the secretary. It hadn't happened like this before ... maybe it should have.
"I could probably fall in love with you, Sid ... if you weren't married."
"I know," he answered, looking into the face he had seen for so many years in a different attitude. She was gorgeous, but had tried to hide her beauty by her mode of dress and her business-like attitude. "Oh, well," he sighed, getting up from the floor to get dressed.
"I wonder who that was on the phone?" Sue mused, putting on her clothes.
"Who gives a shit!" Sid answered, climbing into his trousers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Go get Don on the phone. I want to talk to him," Sid stated, walking around behind his desk. He was all business now.
"Sure," Sue answered, adjusting her hair in place. She walked briskly to the door, unlocked it, and went to the outer office. Her phone was lit up when she got to her desk, but didn't bother to answer the party that was waiting. She dialed Don's dressing room.
"Hello," Don answered.
"This is Miss Kelly, Mr. Baker's secretary."
"Yes, I know." Don sounded annoyed.
"Mr. Baker would like to speak with you," she said crisply.
"Alright, put him on."
Sue buzzed Sid's phone. "Mr. Melton is on the line."
"Hello, Don?" Sid sounded nervous. "What the hell's going on?"
"I just feel that our relationship has gone on long enough and that the show needs a change." Don was sickening sweet. His tone of voice whinned as he talked nervously. He hated handling business affairs and was annoyed at Sid for having called him.
"I've kept you in the top ten for over ten years, that's a pretty good record," Sid pleaded. He was making one last attempt at keeping his position as producer on the show. He could feel himself failing as he talked, but was going to try anyway.
"I think I had a little to-do with that, if you don't mind!" Don sounded indignant. "I'm the one that's on every week, not you!"
"Oh, I know, Don. I didn't mean it that way. You know what I mean, getting the right writers, guest stars, trying to save money on sets ... you know."
"Talk to Stu Cole about this. This is his affair, not mine. I'm a comic and have to go to work now."
"I talked to Stu about this and he said it was your idea, not his," Sid spoke boldly.
"Well, you talk to him about things like this. I don't want to." Don hung up the receiver.
"That son of a bitch!" Sid hissed, then slammed down the receiver. He turned around in his swivel chair swiftly and stared at the wall for a moment. Then he turned around just as quickly and picked up the telephone.
"Get me Ten Star Pictures please, Miss Kelly."
Bill Pryor had arrived at ABS at ten o'clock that morning and had reported to studio 33. He was one of the group singers on the Don Melton Show and had worked the show for five years. He was in his early forties with slightly greying hair. He was a handsome man that stood six feet tall with large square shoulders and a strong body. He had walked over to the coffee machine and was pouring himself a cup of the hot liquid. "Good morning, Bill."
"Good morning, Dana," Bill replied, smiling at the aging violin player. "Alot of music today?"
"No, not a lot. We'll be outa here by noon."
"Good. I have a record date at two and that'll give me enough time to have lunch."
"You been keepin' busy?" Dana asked, stirring his coffee.
"Pretty much. I've been doin' this show and the Carol Williams Show. The schedules work out where I can do both."
"That's good. I get to work a couple of shows too.
It makes it nice financially, doesn't it?"
"It sure does, until summer gets here and nobody is filming."
"That's why you're supposed to save your money ... for the long, cold summer."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. You get used to makin' money and you live accordingly."
"I always try to save a little out of each pay check."
"You're single too. That makes a difference. I have kids and a wife," Bill said reflectively. "At least I have a wife and kids now ... I don't know how long that situation is going to last."
"Oh, havin' problems?" Dana asked, standing closer to Bill.
"Yeah, a few." He smiled and sipped his coffee.
"That's why I never wanted to get married ... it never works out. I stick with my music and my life doesn't get complicated," Dana smiled. "Except for this morning. I met this chick on the elevator and she's got eyes for me. Maybe I'll get lucky."
"I hope you do," Bill said, refilling his paper cup.
"I gotta get back. My break is over," Dana remarked, going back to the orchestra pit.
Bill spotted the other singers and went to sit with them.
They all nodded their hellos and went back to reading or knitting. There was a lot of wasted time in the studios for the singers. They had to sit around while the band pre-recorded everything, then they put the voices on over the band track. They had to be there though, to rehearse with the band while they laid down a track.
Bill sat and drank his coffee and watched while the dancers went through their numbers on the empty stage. They all wore sneakers and didn't make noise as they danced, while the band was recording.
There were a couple of the girl dancers that he would have liked to swing with. One was Nancy, the other was Ginny. Ginny had the biggest tits he had ever seen on a dancer. He wondered if they didn't hurt her when she moved around so much. He noticed she wore a brassiere that looked like a halter it was so large. It was four inches wide in the back and pushed the lovely mounds of flesh over the sides of the front. Whenever she wore a low-cut top, the extra breasts spilled out to form a tempting cleavage that he would love to get his hands on.
He watched her as she glided across the floor, leaping, turning and twisting to the sound of the music and the beat of the drum.
If it worked out that he were to get a divorce, Ginny would be the first girl he would date. She was going with the director of the show, but he would ask anyway.
"Singers!" the choral conductor called. He was a tall, good looking man in his middle thirties. He was a sharp wit and a fine vocal arranger. He and Bill had a lot of good times together in the studios and in their private lives.
"Hi, Tom Lee!" Bill called out as he walked sideways between the audience seats toward the bandstand.
"Good morning, Bill Pryor!" Tom answered. "Get around David and sing the first production number. He wants to hear how the rubato part goes."
The singers all gathered around David Alan and began to sing. The number lasted four minutes and the singers were in the first part and the ending.
When they had finished, the singers returned to their seats in the audience section and went back to whatever they were doing before.
Ina Freeman arrived and ran over her material. Bill was amused to see her attraction for Smoke, the drummer. God! Everybody swings around here! Drummers, guest stars, and, I hope ... me! Bill reflected as he watched the game of life going on before him.
Bill went to Kiko's for lunch. He saw everyone there. Dana had a good looking chick with him and he hoped that he got to swing with her. Bill would have liked to himself.
The pre-record didn't start for the singers until one o'clock. This meant that Bill would never make his two o'clock record date. He wondered why he had accepted something so close to the Melton show pre-record, but why not try? Sometimes they were lucky and got out early. He went to a phone booth in the hallway.
"Hello John? This is Bill Pryor. I'm stuck. Can you make a record thing at two?" he listened intently. Bill used John to sub for him a lot. John didn't get much work otherwise and was usually available. "Good. It's at World Records on Sunset. Be there at two. Thanks John, I really appreciate it." He hung up the receiver and went to stage 33.
The pre-recording went smoothly. It nearly always did. The singers were sharp and didn't waste any time cutting their parts. There was about six hours of rehearsal before the actual recording and everyone knew the music pretty well by the time they recorded.
Bill didn't know what to do after they had finished. He went out to the wagon and got a cup of coffee and sat reading the trades.
"Hello, Bill," Ginny said, sitting at his table.
"Hi, Ginny, sit down, please!" he offered, gesturing with his hand.
Ginny was in a Gypsy costume. It had puffy sleeves and a low cut neck, which Bill eyed instantly. The fluffy breasts wiggled above her dress as she moved about sitting.
Bill swallowed hard and tried to look away. She was the horniest looking chick in the building to him and he would love to jump on her bones!
"You're not on camera this week, are you?" she asked, sipping a tall lemonade.
"No, we lucked out again ... just sing and go home."
"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asked, turning her head to one side. She liked Bill and wished that he weren't married. It would be nice to run away with him for a few hours, she thought, looking at his square jaw and handsome features.
"Yeah, that's why I'm hanging around. I don't want to go home, my old lady and I are hassling," he said, looking into his coffee. "I think I'll get one of those portable dressing rooms out in the hall and flake out for awhile. I'm tired. I was up late last night at a record session."
"There are a lot of empty ones this show. I'm gonna get one myself and crash for awhile. I was out all night partying and have one big hangover! Boy! Did I get stoned last night!" Ginny smiled as she sipped her drink. "I think I'll have another one of these to help put out the fire."
Bill watched her as she went back to the counter. Boy! Would he like to spend the afternoon with that!
Ginny's breasts bounced slightly when she walked back to where Bill was sitting. She sat down, sipping the cool liquid.
Bill was a writer on the side. He wrote mysteries and juvenile novels when he wasn't singing. He thought about all the time he had to kill and it made him think of looking for a place where he could take a nap and do some work on a mystery story he was working on.
"I have a run-through at four. It's three now and I think I'll go catch some sleep," Ginny said, rising from the steel table.
"Take care, I'll probably see you at run-through," he called after her.
Bill finished his coffee and got up slowly. He walked down the hall looking in portable dressing rooms until he found an empty one. He went in and closed the door behind him.
The portable dressing rooms were small. They had a mirror and makeup table with two folding chairs. A couch and plenty of hooks along the wall to hang clothes. There was no ceiling. It was open and you could hear people talking as they walked by. They weren't aware of this and sometimes you heard conversations that were not intended for others to hear.
Bill put his brief case on the dressing room table and sat down in one of the chairs. He flipped on the light switch and was almost blinded by the twenty lights staring him in the face. He grimaced and began unscrewing the hot lights until there was only two left on.
He got out his pad and pencil and began to write.
ABS was always busy. There were people walking up and down the halls constantly, but this didn't bother Bill. He began to write by hand, the inspiration pouring out of him onto the paper.
Soon he tired and went to the couch and reclined on the leather couch, using a small pillow for his head. He was fast asleep.
Bill could sleep anywhere. The noises of the people shouting outside didn't bother him in the least. Men were yelling, moving sets and equipment in the hall, but none of this bothered Bill. He slept soundly for thirty minutes.
After he awakened, he put all his writing materials back into his brief case and left the tiny cubicle. He walked toward stage 33. He thought he would like to watch the last half hour of the run-through.
Bill passed by a portable dressing room near the entrance to stage 33 and noticed the door hanging open. He glanced in casually and saw Ginny lying on the couch with her Gypsy costume on. She was asleep. Her long dark hair hung down over the end of the couch and her breasts protruded from her dress, almost to the nipple.
No one was in the hallway at that moment. Bill couldn't resist. He went into the dressing room and sat down beside the beautiful dancer and put his hand on her arm.
"Ginny!" he whispered. "Ginny! Don't you have a run-through to do? It's four thirty," Bill said, leaning down over her.
Ginny opened her eyes slowly. She reached out and put her hands on Bill's face.
"What a groovy way to wake up!" she said, pulling him down on top of her. She hugged him gently, still in a sleepy haze, then pushed him back so she could look at him.
"I'd better close that door if you have those kind of feelings," Bill said, rising. He could feel his cock leap forward as he went to close the door. Returning to the couch, he watched her eyes remain fixed on his crotch.
"Com'ere," she whispered, moving over on the couch.
Bill followed her suggestion and lay down beside her.
"I always like to sleep with someone," she commented, putting her arm around Bill's neck and playing with his hair.
"Did you miss the run-through?" Bill asked, kissing Ginny's nose.
"Yes. I don't care. It's the last show and I miss one stinkin' rehearsal. Fuck 'em," she said, opening her mouth and putting her lips on his. Her hand held Bill's cheek tightly to her mouth as she kissed the open mouth. She put her leg over his, resting her crotch on his leg.
Bill's breathing came hard. His penis was jamming into her leg, exciting him more. Ginny's soft, wet lips writhed around on his mouth, kissing him sensually. He reached for the top of her dress and filled his hand with the largest, softest breast he had ever felt. He put his hand down inside her brassiere, and let the flesh ooz itself around his hand and fingers.
Ginny reached down for his penis. She put the rod in her hand and began milking the hard muscle while she rolled her head around, kissing Bill's open mouth. His tongue felt good when he put it in her mouth. She held his jaw with her other hand while she put her lips around his pink gland and sucked it.
Bill leaned up on one elbow, never taking his mouth from hers. With his left hand he put it up her dress and down inside her panties. Her skin was soft and smooth to his touch as he rubbed her stomach, then searched in the small patch of hair between her legs for the opening.
His finger slid into the soft wet haven smoothly. He began to finger fuck Ginny until she started to moan as they kissed. He continued sticking his tongue in and out of her mouth, simulating giving her head as he pushed and pulled his finger in and out of her wet pussy.
"Oh, shit, Bill! You've gotta fuck me!" Ginny moaned, holding onto his prick. "Take it out and fuck me!" she cried, breathing in short, quick spasms.
Bill got down on his knees and pulled her panties off, then buried his face in her crotch. The salty taste of her vagina thrilled him as he began repeating in her quim what he had been doing to her mouth.
Ginny cried out. Bill stopped his endeavors and handed her a pillow.
"Scream into that. Everybody in the building will hear us if you don't," he reminded, then dived back into the furry grove. He put his hands around behind her and held onto her firm buttocks as he licked into her depth. The lips of her cunt seemed to suck at his face as he licked up and down the beautiful gash.
He found her clitoris and kissed it gently, then began rubbing it with his tongue. Ginny went wild. She hunched and moved back and forth, riding his tongue with her body. Bill could hear voices in the hall. He stopped his actions to listen.
"I don't know where she is. I'm not responsible for her actions. I just like to take her out and fuck 'er," the director's voice boomed in the hall.
Ginny frowned at this remark.
"That dirty bastard! I'll fix him!" she muttered, grabbing Bill's head. "Eat me some more. . .you are a beautiful guy!" she said, easing his head back into her crotch.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bill licked away at the furry quim, sucking and licking her waiting depth. He moved his head up and down, licking the lips and rubbing the clitoris with his tongue. Her wet vagina slid easily around his lips, begging him to continue.
Ginny watched Bill suck on her cunt and it was driving her wild! She wanted to scream, and did so into the pillow. It was a muffled cry of passion as she yelled into the soft feathers. Her whole body began to convulse as the orgasm overtook her complete self. She hunched Bill's mouth, experiencing the greatest of all thrills. God! She thought she would go out of her mind! He licked and rubbed her clitoris until she had another orgasm.
"Eat me Bill! Oh, shit' EAT ME!" she cried out loud.
Bill stopped licking the open gash and stood up. He pulled down his zipper and let his cock spring from his pants.
Ginny sat up and opened her mouth, filling the beautiful hole with his hard-on. She began sucking on the cock and moving her head around in a circular motion, slurping on the muscle like it was candy. She reached under his crotch and began playing with his balls. She took the penis from her mouth and began licking the sides of the stiff muscle with her wet tongue. She went up one side and down the other, licking, tantalizing the giant hard-on.
With one swift motion, Ginny engulfed the whole cock in her mouth and sucked wildly. She jammed the prick down her throat and sucked until she gagged.
Bill was thrilled beyond description. He watched the beautiful creature before him suck and slurp on his throbbing stem, enjoying every movement of her mouth. Her beautiful eyes remained closed as she performed her act of love. He was about to come. He pulled his cock from her mouth and pushed her back on the couch, then rammed his large shaft into her cunt and began to fuck her.
"Oh, my God, Bill ... Fuck me!" she whispered in his ear, as she took the whole erection into her body. The thick penis jammed into her vagina as she hunched forward to meet each thrust. Hump after hump ... Bill fucked her with delight. She could stand no more and began to come. Her fingers dug into his neck as she held on to him, experiencing a thrilling convulsion that shivered through her body.
Bill felt his cock begin to burn as the hot sperm exploded from his body into hers. He could feel short spurts of the thick liquid leave his body as he stiffened, holding his penis inside the hot pussy. Ginny had come at the same time, grabbing him and experiencing the climax with her lover.
"Whew!" Ginny replied when the orgasm subsided. "I have never been fucked like that before. Everything was so groovy ... and unplanned." She sighed deeply and became limp as Bill pulled out of her, wiping his instrument with a handkerchief.
"Here," he offered, handing her the hanky.
Ginny took the rag and placed it between her legs.
"I must have come a pint," he replied, putting on his clothes. "I was awful horny."
"I would say so," Ginny remarked, dressing herself. "I have to get back into this fucking gypsy outfit and do a show tonight."
"Eight o'clock sharp," Bill said, sitting down on the couch next to the beautiful dancer. "Is it a hard number?"
"Yes. Lifts and the whole bit. Oh, well, I wanted to be in show business," she laughed, putting on her shoes.
"I'm gonna split. I'll see you at the party tonight," Bill said, picking up his brief case.
"Party tonight? I think we've already had one ... right here."
Bill laughed. "You're right, but what the hell? May as well take advantage of the food and free booze. See you over there," he said as he left the portable dressing room.
Smoke couldn't keep his eyes off of Nancy's rear end as they walked up the steps to the dressing rooms. It had the most perfect curves and bulges he had ever seen. He would love to reach out and touch it.
Nancy knew where he was looking and exaggerated her walk up the stairs ahead of Smoke.
They arrived at her dressing room and Nancy turned the door knob. It was open. She walked in and saw another girl dancer asleep on the couch.
"Shit!" Nancy snapped.
"Look, why not drive down to the drum shop with me and I'll buy some new sticks." He looked at the sleeping girl. "We'll come back later."
"Alright. I'll grab my jacket," she said, picking up a blue windbreaker.
They left the building and drove into Hollywood to a drum shop named Drum Acres. It was owned by a man named Morey Babison. He was a small man who always had a smile on his face. He sometimes wore an Australian Army hat which added to his strange character. He smiled when
Smoke and Nancy entered the cluttered shop.
"What's happenin' Smoke? Wanta get stoned?" he asked, reaching out to shake Smoke's hand.
"I don't know, maybe. I need some sticks right now."
"What kind? For the show gig, or are you gonna play a little jazz?" he laughed, as he turned his head to one side in a comical gesture.
"Heavy ones, Morey. I broke three this morning playing one production number."
"Maybe you shouldn't work so hard. . .right?" he looked at Nancy and laughed. "This cat puts too much into a gig. He should relax more ... like I do. Stay stoned all the time and you get pretty happy!"
Smoke and Nancy laughed at the small character. He reached for a box of sticks and put them on the counter.
"I'll buy a half dozen while I'm here," Smoke said, inspecting the long, thick pieces of wood.
"You can buy 'em all if you got the bread," Morey spoke, bending and doing a little dance. "That's what I'm here for, to sell all you cats sticks and drums, then I can afford to get stoned!"
"You're out of it, Morey. Jesus!" Smoke laughed, watching Morey bend and snap his fingers in a strange rhythm.
"I don't get no more gigs on drums ... so I sell 'em to all you cats .that do!"
Nancy laughed and put her hand to her mouth. She was embarrassed and not used to the jargon of the musician.
"He won't hurt you, Nancy," Smoke observed her and replied. "He's as harmless as one of these drum sticks."
"Yeah, but just pick me up and beat me sometime ... Look out!" Morey laughed, backing down behind the counter in a shuffle two-step. "UUUHHH! Let's all get stoned!"
"Here. Take my bread. We have to split," Smoke said, handing him a five dollar bill.
"Money for my pusher!" Morey said, taking the crisp paper. "I repeat, do you want to get high?"
Smoke smiled. "Where?"
"In my office ... step right this way," Morey said, dancing to the rear of the building.
The office was as strange as Morey. There were pictures on the dark walls of circus people. There was a fat lady smiling down at you and some dwarfs riding horses in another.
Morey laughed when Nancy and Smoke entered. He was a slightly attractive small man. His charm was in his personality. Nancy was beginning to get used to him and liked him. She had a smile on her face while she watched him roll a joint.
"I have to work tonight, so I shouldn't get high," Nancy spoke, sitting down on a lumpy couch.
Morey locked the door to his office and sat on the edge of his cluttered desk, licking the cigarette closed. "It's up to you sweetie. It's here if you want it." He lit the reefer and took a long pull off the smoke into his lungs, then handed it to Smoke.
"It won't hurt you to smoke a little pot," Smoke said, offering the joint to Nancy.
"Oh, alright. I'll take a couple of drags. I don't work for a few more hours," she remarked, taking the cigarette. She took a drag and enhaled it deeply, then returned it to Smoke.
"You'll feel better," he said, inhaling the marijuana into his lungs. He looked down at Nancy's curvaceous legs and smiled. He nodded his head and handed the joint back to Morey. "You sure have a groovy body!"
Nancy smiled up at him. "So do you," she said simply.
"Hey, you two gonna get it on ... right here!" Morey laughed, jumping from the desk. "Groovy! Can I watch? Or better still, can I join in the ceremony?"
Smoke looked at Nancy and smiled. "It's up to Nancy."
Nancy looked at Morey. She had a peculiar look on her face when she reached for the joint. After taking a long drag on the cigarette she handed it back to Morey and spoke in a low, sexy voice. "I don't care. We can all have a thing."
"Oh, yeah," Smoke said, sitting down beside the beautiful dancer. He put his hand on her leg and rubbed the smooth skin, enjoying the feel of her body with his hand.
Morey's whole attitude changed. He became serious as he sat down on the other side of Nancy. He took off his shirt and unzipped his fly, letting his large cock spring forward. He had almost eight inches of thick muscle. Nancy looked at it and put her hand around the large penis and began to masturbate him. Morey took off Nancy's blouse and brassiere, then pulled her skirt off, leaving her in black lace panties.
Smoke took off his shirt and undid his fly also, taking out his prick. He reached over and put his hand down into her panties and slid his finger inside the wet vagina. He felt the warmth of Nancy's hand slide slowly around his cock as he finger fucker her. Smoke stuck out his tongue and put it in Nancy's waiting mouth. She sucked on it while she masturbated the two penis's. Smoke could feel Morey's hand who was also finger fucking Nancy.
Smoke slid to the floor, pulling off Nancy's panties as he moved. He began kissing her smooth legs and licking the milky white skin.
Morey climbed up and put his legs around Nancy's stomach, fucking her between the breasts. She held the two mounds of flesh together as the big cock pushed its way between her tits, thrilling her with each stroke.
Smoke licked the soft wet haven, then shoved his tongue into the love nest. He put his hands around behind her and grabbed hold of the beautiful ass he had been admiring for so long and pushed her lower body into his face. He moaned with delight as the warm crotch smothered his face. The pubic hairs crushed themselves around his mouth while he licked the wanting depth.
Morey climbed further up on Nancy and stuck his cock in her open mouth. He watched her full, thick lips as they sucked and slid noiselessly back and forth on his man's instrument. She looked up at him with meaningfull eyes as she took the penis further down her throat.
"Oh, yeah, baby. That's it! Suck it honey! Suck it!" he moaned, moving his hips around in a circle while Nancy sucked on his thick shaft.
Nancy was almost overcome with ecstasy. Her hot cunt felt as though it were on fire with Smoke mouth fucking her. She sucked savagely on the cock in her mouth while she moved her hips about, enjoying the hard tongue moving swiftly on her clitoris.
Smoke moaned loudly as he buried himself into the warm crotch. The pussy lapped at him when she had her first orgasm. It made a sucking sound and pulled at his chin as the hot juice lapped at his face. He pushed harder with his tongue, trying to excite her into another orgasm as he licked at the hardened clit.
"Oh, God! I'm gonna come!" Morey said, shoving his penis as far as would go into Nancy's mouth. He felt the orgasm arrive as his joint stiffened and spilled the warm liquid into her mouth. He convulsed slightly, then pulled out his prick and got off her chest.
Nancy swallowed the come and looked down at Smoke, who was eating her crotch. She grabbed his head as she had another orgasm.
"Oh, Smoke! Eat me! Eat me!" she yelled, hunching into his face. She reached another climax and yelled loudly. "OOHHHHHHH Smoookkeee!"
"Here, let's turn around," Morey said, greasing down his penis. He had a small jar of vaseline on his desk and was putting some of it on the head of his limp cock. As he massaged the vaseline around the head, then around the shaft, it began to harden. He smiled and looked at Nancy.
Smoke got up from the floor and waited while Morey turned Nancy around, keeping her rear end high in the air. He watched while Morey stuck his finger in her ass hole, rubbing the brown ring with his middle finger.
Nancy lay on her elbows looking back at Morey. She looked up and saw Smoke's hard-on near her mouth and reached out for it, engulfing the cock in her mouth. She sucked on the long joint, moving her head up and down, back and forth and around and around, sucking and slurping. She could feel two fingers in her ass moving back and forth and it started to feel good. A fat cock in her mouth and it felt like three fingers in her ass excited her tremendously. She began to push into Morey's hand as she sucked on Smoke's penis.
Morey took the three fingers out of her rear end and began to rub the head of his penis around her ass hole, pushing the now hard shaft into her body. He worked the large head into the tight brown ring and pushed it back and forth, enjoying the glove-like fit around his cock. He pushed forward gently entering her bowels with his thick muscle. He could hear her moan as he went farther into her rectum. He felt the smooth skin of her buttocks against his leg as he pushed in and out, in and out.
Smoke was on his knees watching Morey fuck Nancy in the ass and her beautiful lips around his throbbing stem. It wouldn't be long before he would come. Her mouth felt so good! God, she could suck! he thought, watching her moving around, sucking and writhing on his cock. He looked at Morey who rode her from behind. He noticed Nancy put her hand on her cunt and rub it vigorously, masturbating herself. She began to hunch her hips forward with quick, short lunges as Morey fucked her in the ass. Smoke could take no more and succumbed to the climax as he came into Nancy's mouth. He could feel the sperm leave his body and plunge into her face as he stiffened his whole body. He watched as Nancy licked the come from his penis, then he leaned back on the couch, tired from a long day of playing drums and fucking and sucking.
Morey was comical to watch. He looked like a bronc rider on top of Nancy. He hung onto her thighs and rammed her with all the energies of a bull fucking a cow.
Nancy finger fucked herself while she shoved her rear end into Morey. She worked hard humping in a savage rhythm.
Soon it was all over. Morey closed his eyes as he enjoyed his second orgasm. He pushed all the way into Nancy and held himself there while he ejaculated into her bowels.
Nancy screamed with delight. She pushed herself into his waiting shaft as she began to come at the same time. She rubbed her clitoris madly, until it was all over, then relaxed her face down on the couch.
Morey withdrew his wet prick from her ass and wiped it off with a hanky, then zipped up his pants.
"Well, now, what else can we find to do this afternoon?" he said, a grin returning to his face.
Smoke smiled as he began to dress. He put his shorts on and zipped his trousers. He helped Nancy get into and fasten her brassiere.
"That was fun," Smoke said, lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah," was all Nancy could say. She took out her mirror from her purse and began to fix her hair.
"Well, if you all will excuse me, I have to go out and sell some drums. It's a jungle out there!" Morey said, unlocking the office door and leaving.
"Ready to go?" Smoke asked, rising.
"Yeah, don't forget your drumsticks," Nancy laughed, leaving the small office.
"See you later, Morey," Smoke called out as he passed by the counter on his way out.
"Yeah, you all take care, you hear? Come back anytime, Nancy, and we'll talk some more. You are an interesting conversationalist!" Morey yelled across the store. There were two customers at the counter waiting to buy some drums.
Nancy nodded to Morey and left.
"Are you going to take me to the party?" Nancy asked, sitting next to Smoke as they drove back to ABS. .
"I don't know, let me think. Oh, shit! I have a date! I'm supposed to pick her up at a quarter to six! Shit!"
"You bastard!" Nancy said, pulling away from him and sitting in the far corner of the front seat of his car.
"I'm sorry, Nancy, I would have taken you, honest, but I made this other date, and almost forgot."
Nancy was quiet until they arrived at ABS. She got out of the car and started for the artists entrance.
"Bye, Nancy, see you later," Smoke called out.
Nancy looked back at the drummer with a hurt expression on her face. "Yeah, sure," she said softly and entered the artist's entrance.
There were several tourists lined up outside the building waiting to be the audience of a daily quiz show that was filmed there at ABS. They all looked at Nancy closely to see if they could recognize her when she entered through the artist's entrance. They looked away disappointed when they didn't recognize her. They did the same with Smoke when he came in behind her.
Smoke went directly to Ina Freeman's dressing room and knocked on the door. "It's me, Smoke," he called out. "Just a minute."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dana sat back on the couch in his living room listening to music. He had put on some classical records and was enjoying the pretty sounds.
Cynthia was asleep. The music had done the trick and now she was resting.
Dana looked at her and smiled. She was a beautiful girl! He should probably take advantage of her and wake her up for some fun, but no, he would let her rest. There was the whole night ahead of them after the party. That would be the time to swing with her.
She reminded him of a girl he had known back in New York at the Conservatory where he had studied. She was a pretty girl, but dingy! He had to laugh outloud when he remembered Suzy Becker.
Suzy Becker was twenty one. She was just old enough to drink and she did! Double whiskies with a beer chaser, he remembered. They would all go down to Mark's Gardens and drink beer or whatever at night after they had finished studying or practicing.
Dana met her through a friend of his and they hit it off immediately. Suzy liked the same band that was playing on the juke box that Dana liked and kept punching the same piece. Dana stood by her at the juke box and watched as she punched the number for the fourth time.
"I'd like to fuck that son of a bitch if he'd let me. God, I like his band!" Suzy spoke with determination in her voice.
This excited Dana. He had been practicing all day and his mind was still clouded up with notes, key signatures and serious music. He smiled when she said this. It made his cock harden a little as he got closer to her.
"There are a lot of women that would probably like to ball him. He's a very famous man," Dana answered, looking down her dress as she leaned over the music machine. She had large breasts that pushed her purple dress to the stretching point. Her mouth was full and sensuous. The bedroom eyes went with the rest of her beautifully curved body. Long brown hair hung down her shoulders almost to her firm hips and thighs. She was about five foot six and the kind of woman that when you looked at her, all you could think about was sex. She was oozing with soft skin and sexy features. Dana even started to breath harder after he smelled her body. It wasn't sweet, it was a sexy smell, he remembered. It went along with the rest of her that excited him.
Two other musicians entered the tavern and sat at Dana's table. When he returned, Dana introduced the two men to Suzy.
"Meet Bill and Sam. This is Suzy," Dana offered, sitting down.
"Hi, fellows," Suzy said, raising her shot glass. "Salute."
"Salute," Bill said, pouring himself a glass of beer from Dana's pitcher. "You don't mind, do you, Dana?"
"Help yourself." He looked at Sam, who was obviously stoned out of his mind. "Sam, get a glass."
San turned his head slowly and looked at Dana through bloodshot eyes. "I'm too fucked up on pot, man. Beer would kill me."
"We smoked about four joints awhile ago listenin' to music and we're both stoned!" Bill said, sipping his beer. "God! Am I stoned!"
Suzy laughed. "You could never tell it by looking at you," she kidded.
"We are, believe me!" Sam said, starting to fall out of his chair.
Dana reached over and pushed him back up in his seat. Sam laughed and started falling the other way. "Damn! You are fucked up!" he teased, standing to push Sam back up in his seat.
"Let's go get some blueberry pie," Sam said, looking at Bill with his eyes squinted.
"Where? They don't serve blueberry pie in a bar, or do they, Dana?"
"I doubt it. Go next door to the drug store. They might have it," Dana suggested, watching the two men with curious eyes.
"Come on, go with us. We'll get some blueberry pie. Come on, Dana, and what's your name," Sam said, trying to stand.
"I think I'd like to go just to watch," Suzy said, finishing off her drinks. "Come on, Dana. Let's go see the show!"
Dana finished his beer and the four people left the bar. They entered the drug store and found a booth. The evening waitress came over to the table with her pad and pencil in hand.
"What'll you have?" she asked, ready to write.
"What kind of pie do you have?" Sam asked, looking around the room. He couldn't quite focus on the waitress yet, she was standing too close.
"Peach, apple, chocolate and lemon," she replied, a cheery smile on her face.
"I'll have the blueberry," Sam ordered, oblivious to what she had said.
"We only have peach, apple, chocolate or lemon," she repeated.
"Yeah, I'll have the blueberry," Sam said, looking into her face.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have blueberry pie, we only have peach, apple, chocolate, or lemon." The waitress was becoming a little disturbed.
"Okay, I'll have the, uh, the uh, blueberry sounds good," Sam said, looking around the room through bleary eyes.
"She doesn't have any blueberry pie, you dumb shit!" Bill rebuked. "Order some other kind."
"What kind does she have?" Sam asked, leaning on his fingers.
"Jesus! She told you three times. Peach, apple, chocolate or lemon! Which do you want?"
"She doesn't have any blueberry?" Sam asked, talking through his fingers.
"No."
"Why don't you have any blueberry pie?" Sam asked with a tear in his eye.
"Oh, shit, let's get outa here! I've seen enough!" Dana said, rising.
Suzy was laughing as she left the booth. She and Dana walked out together and returned to the bar next door. The last thing they heard was Bill telling Sam that "there wasn't any goddamn blueberry pie!"
"They're pretty fucked up," Suzy remarked, sitting back at the same table they had been at before.
"Yeah, they like to smoke dope. I prefer booze myself. I like a belly high. When you get stoned it screws up your head and you can't think right. I like being me, only with a little help from the alcohol."
"I've never gotten high before. I'd like to try it sometime."
"I have some if you want to turn on. I only live up the street at Marijuana Manor."
"Marijuana Manor?" Suzy asked, incredulously.
"That's what everybody calls it. There's so many people get high there, that they named it that."
"Do you like to get high? You said you didn't," Suzy asked, looking at Dana curiously.
"Once in a while. It gets me horny when I smoke it."
Suzy looked at Dana over her beer-chaser glass with sexy drooping eyes. "Let's go turn me on."
Dana ordered a six pack of beer to go and the couple left
Marijuana Manor was an old building. It resembled a castle in it's architectural design. When you entered the building there was a musty smell of old rugs and damp cement. The carpet was worn thin and was even bare in places.
Dana took Suzy by the arm and led her up two flights of dark, creaky stairs to his room. There was one lonely light hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the entire third floor. Dana unlocked his door and they went inside. He put the six pack of beer on his dresser and opened two bottles.
"Here. It goes good with pot," Dana offered, handing her the beer. He looked around in his drawer and found a small pipe, then filled it with some marijuana he had hidden in his closet. He lit the tiny pipe and took a long drag and enhaled the smoke.
"Here," he offered, handing the pipe to Suzy. "Smoke it like anything else ... only press it in your lungs like I'm doing." Dana was straining as he spoke. He watched while Suzy put the pipe in her mouth and sucked on the stem. The pipe went out
"Here. I'll light it for you. It goes out easily," he said, lighting the packed bowl.
Suzy was intrigued. She was interested in how she would feel after smoking marijuana. She had heard many bad stories about how bad it was and all and was curious to find out what it would do to her. She inhaled the hot smoke and pressed it in her lungs and began to cough.
Dana patted her on the back until she stopped.
"I'm too fucking hot is why I coughed," she said standing. She reached down and took the hem of her dress in her hands and stood up pulling the dress over her head. She was wearing a slip over her brassiere and panties, but Dana could see through the flimsy material and it excited him.
His cock began to harden and move forward in his pants. He stood and took them off, then sat back down on the edge of the bed with his shorts on. He took off his shirt, then accepted the pipe back from Suzy. Lighting it, he took a long drag and held it in his chest for a few moments, then spewed the thin, white smoke into the air.
Suzy lay back on the bed. Her breasts rolled to each side, almost coming out of her brassiere. They were enormous and she was proud of them. She reached up with both hands and squeezed herself and sighed softly.
Dana was about to go wild! Here was this beautiful creature lying beside him wanting to fuck. His cock was as hard as it could get now, sticking out of his shorts.
"I think I drank too much," Suzy said, rubbing her tits in a wide circle.
"It's probably the marijuana. You mix drinking and dope and you get pretty stoned."
"I'm horny. Will you fuck me?" she asked, raising her head.
Dana stood up and dropped his shorts. His penis stuck out of his body like a small pole. "I sure will. Take off your clothes."
"You take them off. That excites me," Suzy said, sitting up.
Dana stood and pulled her by both of her arms until she stood. He reached down and pulled her slip up past her soft thighs and stomach, past her two large breasts, then over her head. He laid it on a chair, then turned Suzy around and unfastened her brassiere. Her tits fell forward when he released the snap on the back. He pushed the bra forward, letting it fall over her arms to the floor.
Suzy turned to face him. She put her soft arms around his neck and with an open mouth put her lips on his. Her fat breasts flattened against Dana's belly sending a tantalizing sensation through his body. He reached down and put his hand inside her panties and found the furry nest pushing against him when he fingered the soft wet haven.
Suzy moaned and pulled away from the kiss, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Let's lie down," Dana suggested, turning her toward the bed.
Suzy fell forward and remained there, her well shaped ass facing Dana.
Dana looked for a moment, enjoying the view of the opposite sex before him, then lay down beside her. He put his arm around her smooth back and kissed her gently on the mouth. He tickled her back and rear end with the tips of his fingers causing goose pimples all over her back. He put his middle finger down the slit in her ass and reached underneath to her cunt and began finger fucking her.
Suzy responded by moving her body into his hand. Her rear end stuck up in the air so she could receive Dana's finger. She enjoyed his hand inside her ... but wanted his cock!
Dana began kissing her shoulders and back. He moved down and licked her waist, then kissed the cheeks of her ass. They were soft and spongy to his touch and she tasted salty. He continued licking on down to her shapely legs. He kissed the backside of her knees and licked the calves of her legs on down to her ankles and feet. He put her big toe in his mouth and sucked on it for a moment, then started back up her foot, ankle, calf and rear end. He held onto his prick and pushed her legs apart, then climbed on behind and jammed his joint into her cunt from the rear.
Suzy moaned when she felt the stiff prick enter her warm hold. She moved ever so gently to take this rod inside her. She could feel Dana's hands reach around her and grasp her breasts. She began to move back into his strong muscle, wiggling and trying to take it all inside her.
"Oh, you feel so good, Dana. I like to fuck this way, do you?"
"You feel good to me too, Suzy. You have the softest ass I think I've ever touched," he said, sliding his prick in and out of her warm cunt.
"Keep fucking me, Dana."
"I will, honey, I won't come for a long time. I'm too stone to make it quick. Oh, you feel good!" Dana raised himself on his elbows and looked down at his penis as it went in and out of her rear end. She was so soft and smooth! Every thrust of his penis was like heaven as he kept fucking in and out.
"Turn around, Dana, and fuck me on top. Let's do it all kinds of ways ... okay?" Suzy asked, leaning up on her elbows.
Dana took his shaft out of her body and climbed off her.
"Did you ever eat a guy?" Dana asked, holding his cock near her face. He leaned back on his feet, holding the hardness with his right hand while he looked down at Suzy.
"No. I thought it was abnormal to have oral sex."
"You thought it was wrong to smoke pot, too, but you did ... and you liked it," he coaxed.
"Well, wipe it off and I'll try," she said, scooting toward Dana.
Dana reached up and got his pillow and wiped the vagina juice from his knob then slung the pillow back where it belonged.
Suzy looked at the throbbing stem for a moment, then reached out to touch it. She held the head in her hand and rubbed her thumb across the crown. There was lubricating fluid on the slit and she wiped it away. She began licking the sides of the rod and kissing it like it were a popsicle. She picked up his testicles and moved them around in a small circle while she continued to lick and kiss the sides of his dick.
"Oh, do it, Suzy. Put it in your mouth!" Dana said, breathing hard. He was tingling all over from her efforts and wanted her to finish what she had started to do. He felt a warm mouth slide easily down over the top of his cock and shaft and could feel her mouth sucking as he enjoyed this happening. This was his first experience with oral sex and he couldn't believe it, it felt so good! He could even feel her hot breath as she breathed, while she went down on him. Every movement and touch she made thrilled him to complete ecstasy! He could have her do this forever!
Suzy sucked on the penis, taking most of him into her mouth. She moved up and back, sucking as she did this. The hard cock felt good in her mouth and she was enjoying doing this for Dana. She continued her act of love for a few more minutes, then decided she would rather have the instrument in her vagina instead.
"Fuck me, Dana. Fuck me good," she whispered, turning on her back.
"I'll eat you if you want," Dana said, starting for her waiting depth.
"No, not now. I want your cock inside me, fucking me!" Suzy said, reaching out for Dana. She pulled him down on top of her and reached for his penis, guiding it to her itching pussy.
Dana could feel her hand holding onto his erection. It felt warm and good when she put him inside her and began to move around, exciting his penis even more by the walls of her tight cunt.
"Can you come?" Dana asked, holding onto her soft ass while he rode on top of her.
"Yes, I can, go ahead and come in me, Dana. Fuck me!" she screamed, twisting around in a large circle while she held onto her lover. She could feel a surge of emotion explode inside her furry nest as the climax overtook her. She screamed, holding onto Dana's shoulders and digging her fingernails into his flesh.
Dana felt his joint burn in the center, then all over, as his orgasm passed from his prick all over his body. He pushed himself as far as he would go inside Suzy's body as his own body convulsed with climatic pleasure.
"Oh, we came together!" Suzy panted, still holding onto his back. "Oh, you fuck so beautiful!"
Dana relaxed and went limp on her soft body. He left his shrinking penis inside her. She felt so good he never wanted this moment to end.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Stu Cole walked briskly down the halls of ABS to his suite of offices on the third floor of the executive building. He felt good after firing Sid Baker. It was a tough job letting a producer go after so many years he had tried to save you money, but it was all over now and Stu was relieved. He had a little heart burn when he entered his outer office.
"Get me an Alka Selzer, Miss Cronin," he snapped, walking straight through to his own plush office. He opened the thick door and went to his desk.
His room looked like one of the sets they used in the high-budget, elaborate movies. There were drapes streaming down the wall to thick carpet on the hard wood floors. There were original paintings from all over the world hanging on the dark wood paneled walls. His desk was a thick, heavy Spanish job with many drawers that slid noiselessly whenever he moved them. A bright silver, modern lamp sat on the desk surrounded by expensive paper weights and art treasures.
Miss Cronin brought the Alka Seltzer in to Stu, then turned to leave. She shut the door behind her, leaving Stu alone with his thoughts.
He remembered seeing Sid Baker with a new script girl earlier in the day and was curious. Sid would be leaving after today and he wondered
"Miss Cronin. Find out the name of Sid Baker's new script girl and have her sent to me. Oh, Miss Cronin, try not to let Sid find out I asked," he said, then hung up the receiver. Most everyone in the building feared Stu Cole. He was the deciding factor on nearly everyone's job connected with the Don Melton Show. When you mentioned his name and said that he requested something, the party named would respond immediately, or suffer the consequences.
Within ten minutes Stu's phone rang.
"The name you requested is Pat Mullins. She is on stage 33 now with Don. Would you like me have her sent to you after Don has finished his conference with her?"
Don Melton was the only name Stu Cole feared. Anyone else he could command about, but Don was his boss ... his only boss.
"Don't interfere with anything Don might be doing. But when she's free, I'd like to see her then," Stu said, then hung up the receiver. He was restless. He went to his wet bar and poured himself a drink of Scotch and filled the rest of the glass with purified water. There were ice cubes in a small refrigerator which he dumped into his glass. He stirred the amber liquid briskly, then took a sip of the wood-flavored drink.
"No more Sid Baker," he said aloud, smiling into his drink. Sid was starting to get a little too pushy lately and he was glad he had suggested that Don let him go. Don ate it all hook line and sinker. Don was weak minded and Stu often took advantage of his position as executive producer. He planted suggestions that Don twisted around and they came out as his own ideas. No one would ever suspect that it was Stu Cole's ideas all along. He was in a good position with the company too. There was publishing of which Stu received half. He had the say so on all the materials that were bought for the show and behind Sid's back, had made deals with different companies. He was getting a knock down from the net work also. He had threatened to take Don to another net work if they, (the company and himself) didn't give subsequent raises yearly as the show was renewed.
Stu had his hands in so many pockets it took a shrewd man that he was to participate in so many deals. He grinned when he thought of how he was using Don Melton, his show and his company to make himself a fortune.
The telephone rang. Stu answered it quickly. He was horny and had liked what he saw earlier with his producer, Sid. He knew it would be her calling. It was.
"Yes, Miss Mullins, come right up. There are a few things I would like to discuss with you." He hung up the receiver and turned around in his swivel chair and sipped the cold Scotch. A sly grin crossed his pursed lips as he thought of his intentions.
A buzzer sounded on his desk. He punched a button and answered, "Yes?"
"It's Pat Mullins, the new script girl," Miss Cronin's voice blared over the tiny speaker.
"Send her right in ... and Miss Cronin, cancel all my calls for the next hour."
Pat walked into the plush office and shut the door behind her. She looked at Stu Cole with curiosity. Wonder what he wants? she thought, crossing to sit in a chair in front of the executive producer.
"Well, Miss Mullins. You're the new script girl on our show. Welcome."
"Thank you," she replied simply. She felt uneasy and strange in his office. He was a different kind of guy than Sid. Sid was warm and affectionate, but still direct and to the point. Stu was cold and calculating and she could feel his evil eyes on her body. She didn't like this situation.
"Would you like a drink?" Stu offered, standing.
"No thank you. I had one with Mr. Melton and I have to work, you know."
"Well, I think we can let our new script girl have more than one drink in the afternoon on her first day," he said, walking to the wet bar. He reached for the Scotch bottle.
"I really don't care for one. I feel lousy if I drink during the day. Thank you anyway," Pat said with authority.
This bugged Stu. He poured the Scotch anyway and mixed it with water. He walked over to her chair and handed her the drink, then leaned back on the front of his desk, eyeing the beautiful girl.
Pat took the drink and reached over and put it on his desk.
Stu looked at her with a frown. He took a long drink of his own Scotch, then glared at Pat for a moment.
"I said that it was alright for you to drink, Miss Mullins. Here, have some," he said, reaching for the drink and handing it to Pat.
She was annoyed at his insistence. Her job was already secure, she thought, and she didn't have to put up with this nonsense from someone else. She glared back at the executive producer and put the drink on the floor. It almost toppled over in the thickness of the rug.
Stu reached down and picked it up and put it on his desk slowly. He looked at the new script girl with contempt.
"I don't like to drink alone," he said, tersely.
"Then go across the street to Kiko's. The place is crawling with lonely people."
Stu looked at her even more sternly. "I would prefer to drink with you, Pat."
"I'll sit here with you, but I don't want a drink, for the third time!"
Stu walked around behind her chair and put his arms on her shoulders. He reached down and kissed her cheek and moved his hands on down to her rising breasts.
Pat pulled away and pushed his hands aside. She sat, looking at the floor as he walked back around in front of the desk.
"So you won't play my game, eh?"
"No, not with you. I have to like a person before I do that."
"Well, then, my dear, I suppose we can always get another script girl if you won't play it my way. I'm top box you know ... the executive producer."
"I always figured Don Melton was top box," she answered with a sly grin.
"He is, of course, but I can't imagine a script girl like yourself getting to a man like Don Melton."
"I suppose you're right, Mr. Cole. Anyway, thank you for the drink. I'll take a rain check." With that she got up from her chair and went for the door.
"You'll be sorry."
"Perhaps," she said, smiling as she left the overly-decorated office.
Stu gulped the rest of the drink down when she closed the door and threw his glass toward the wet bar, breaking it in a thousand pieces. "That cunt! I'll fix her!"
Pat smiled in triumph as she left the exec's office. She prided herself in knowing whom to ball and the ones not to.
What Stu Cole didn't know was that Don had told her his private extention to call anytime she wished. She went to the nearest house phone and dialed his number.
"Hello, Don, this is Pat. I'm upset, may I come see you?" She waited a moment. "Okay, I'll be right over," she said, then hung up the receiver.
Don answered the door, still wearing his robe.
"What is it, dear? Why are you so upset?" Don said, putting his arm around Pat. He ushered her to the couch where they both sat down.
"And that's it," she concluded her story. "He was very pushy and rude and tried to ball me. Oh, Don. I'm not going to turn into a whore and make it with every man that comes along!" she began to cry.
"Stu actually did that, eh. Said that he was top box and what he says goes ... Hmmm," Don reflected. "Maybe I've made the wrong decision and fired the wrong guy."
"What do you mean?"
"I fired Sid Baker today, on Stu's recommendation of course."
"You fired Sid? Why, he's twice the man Stu Cole is ... from a woman's point of view, of course. I've heard nothing but the best from people about Sid."
"I suppose you're right. I'll call Stu and get his word on this matter. I'll see if you're telling the truth," he said, reaching for the phone.
"I can tell you he'll deny the whole thing. He's too cold and calculating. Oh, well, I don't care, call him. Maybe he will tell you the truth, I don't call him. Maybe he will tell you the truth, I don't know."
Don dialed the number to Stu's office. He waited a moment. "Hello, Stu, Don. Say, did you just have the script girl in your office?" he waited. "Did you offer her a drink?" he waited. "You didn't. Did you tell her you were the top box on my show?" (a pause) "I didn't think so. Talk to you later." Don hung up the receiver.
"He's lying. I believe you and not him. It's funny that I've known he's been kiniving behind my back for years doing all sorts of things that I find out later and didn't believe. I believe you Pat ... and I'm going to do something about it!"
Don was mad! He didn't get mad very often, but when he did, things happened ... all sorts of things! He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello Sid. I want to talk to you some more. Yes, here in my dressing room. Get down as fast as you can!" he spoke with quick, short breaths, then hung up the phone. His face was red with anger as he paced the floor.
"I don't want to get in the middle of this, Don. Really, this is not my problem. I'll go now and talk to you later about this situation. This is between you and Sid." She suddenly found herself in the middle of a big executive decision between a national motion picture and TV star and his producer. This flattered her, but she was wise enough to know to get out.
"You're right, Pat. Call me later, or better, be in my dressing room during the show. . .just for me?" he spoke sincerely, then kissed her hand.
"Talk to you later," she said, leaving the dressing room.
She almost bumped into Sid as she was leaving.
"Hello, Sid."
"Hi, Pat," he said, pushing past her. He had a look of determination on his face as he entered the dressing room.
Pat walked down the hall to the coffee pavillion. She poured herself a cup of the black liquid and sat down to enjoy it and to think. This had been quite a day in her life and it wasn't over yet. She had complicated the lives of some very important people and wondered how it would come out.
Time passed slowly for Pat. She sat at the empty coffee area alone, watching crew members move the sets out in the hall. She was glad that she had done what she felt she had to do. Stu was a slob and she was glad she had exposed him to Don. If Don would hire back Sid, things would be perfect! Sid liked her and wanted to help her. Stu wanted to fuck her and then get her out of the building, she just knew that. She picked up bad vibes from him and was glad again, inside, she had done what she did."
Sid walked past the coffee pavilion.
Pat jumped up and ran after him.
"Sid!" she called out, her high heels clicking in the hallway.
Sid turned and saw Pat. A large grin passed across his face as he waited for his script girl.
"You're an angel!" he said, putting his arm around the pretty girl. "I don't know what happened exactly, but now I'm the executive producer of the Don Melton Show. Stu Cole is out on his ear!" he beamed with happiness. "Let's go to my office and celebrate!"
"Oh, Sid, I'm so happy!" Pat jumped up and gave him a peck on his lips.
"Come on!" he commanded, almost pulling her toward the ancient elevator.
The aged monster crept to the third floor. Sid and Pat were the only ones on the elevator. Sid reached down and kissed her passionately as they wobbled and banged their way upward.
"I'll never forget your helping me keep my job. Keep it! My God, you even got me the promotion I've dreamed about for many years!"
"I'm glad," Pat whispered, returning her mouth to his. She felt a weakness all over when she was around Sid. His charm and mannerisms were exactly what she liked in a man and he really turned her on!
The elevator chugged to a stop and the couple exited.
Coming down the hall, his fists clenched, and his face red with anger, was Stu Cole.
Sid stopped when he saw the man. He placed Pat to one side and expected a fist fight with the man whom he had beaten in the business game.
"You cunt!" Stu yelled, pointing his finger at Pat. "You cost me my fucking job. . .you cunt!"
"Easy, Stu. It's your time to lose now. Don't blame a girl you probably couldn't ball. I don't know the story."
"She lied to Don and cost me my job!" Stu screamed at the top of his lungs. His blood pressure was about to explode inside his body, he was so angry. "I'll have your head for this ... CUNT!"
"That's enough, I said, Stu. Now buzz off and mind your own business."
Stu started for Pat. He pushed past Sid and grabbed her by the arm. "I'll get you for this!"
Sid grabbed Stu by both shoulders and pushed him away, then swung a hard right, hitting the smaller man on the jaw. He fell back, holding his face and looking at Sid with a look of horror!"
"You hit me!" he muttered, his cold eyes staring at his successor.
"And I'll do it again, if you don't leave the lady alone!" Sid returned, anger welling up inside him.
Stu ran down the hall toward the elevator, his hand on his cheek, which was wet with tears.
"That's the last we'll see of him, I'll bet," Sid remarked, putting his arm around Pat.
The couple walked slowly back to his office and entered.
"Miss Kelly, no more calls, except Don, for about an hour. I'm not fired, by the way," he spoke affectionately as he entered his inner office.
"Oh, Sid!" Miss Kelly yelled, then reserved herself in front of Pat. "I'm happy for you, Mr. Baker."
"Thanks," he said, closing the door behind him.
"I'll have a tall Scotch and water," Pat said, sitting in the guest chair on her knees. Her skirt came up around her thighs, exposing her soft white buttocks to Sid.
Sid poured the drinks, then came around to the front of his desk. He handed the cool glass to Pat and clinked it with his glass.
"Cheers! To a long, groovy relationship," Sid said sincerely.
"To good things ... and for them to last for a long time!" Pat said, touching his glass.
They both drank their drinks, looking at each other.
Sid loved the sight before him and thought to himself, that if he weren't married with the kids and all, he could fall for this beautiful girl. But, why not have both? Stay married and have a swingin' script girl! Life was good to him once again. He reached for the telephone. "Get me Ten Star Pictures, please."
Pat smiled as she watched this handsome gentleman handle his affairs. She admired him more every time she was with him. If he weren't married, it would be a groovy thing to be married to such a man. He has money, looks, and a nice position that everyone respects. Oh, well, it might be better this way. He stays married and she swings with him on the side and has a good job as a script girl. She felt good inside when she thought about how things had worked out. She smiled and winked at Sid as she sipped her Scotch.
"Hello, get me Mr. Graves, please," Sid said, then waited a moment. "Mr. Graves, this is Sid calling back. I've taken another job and won't be able to come to work for you at the present time. I was just offered more money is all ... about twice as much." Sid listened awhile. "I knew you'd understand, Graves. Who knows, maybe I'll be calling you back soon, out of work and needing a job. But thanks for the offer anyway. If you need any favors, don't hesitate to ask. Goodbye Graves." Sid hung up the receiver.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The cast from the Don Melton Show began gathering at Kiko's before they had finished taping. Some of the singers who were not on camera decided to get there early and take advantage of the free drinks and food that was supplied by ABS.
Bill Pryor and Tom Lee sat at the dimly lit bar and ordered drinks.
"You guys are early. Aren't you in the show this week?" the bartender asked, wiping the dark mahogany bar with a white towel.
"We already did our gig. We pre-recorded this morning. Now we drink!" Bill Pryor said, slamming his hand down on the bar.
"Two martini's coming right up!" the bartender announced, turning to prepare the drinks.
"What are you going to do now that the show is through filming for the season?" Tom Lee asked his friend.
"Same old shit. Unemployment until somebody calls me for a gig. Oh, I'll do some writing and try and sell a few stories to help pay the rent."
"What about yourself, got anything lined up?"
"I may have a summer show, but don't say anything yet. It looks good though. I'll be able to use all my singers if it, happens."
"Let's drink to it happening!" Bill said, raising his frosted glass.
The two friends clinked their glasses together, then tasted the cool, refreshing bitterness of the martini.
Ginny and Nancy entered the bar. They looked around, then chose a booth in the corner.
"Send those two girls over a drink," Bill Pryor told the bartender.
The dancers are through, it won't be long 'till this place will be jumpin'! " Tom Lee observed.
The two men sat in silence, enjoying the relaxation of the cocktail hour. They each ordered two more of the same and sipped the clear white liquid while they waited for the others to arrive.
There were high pitched voices that entered the bar. Bill looked around and saw the male dancers looking for a secluded booth.
"Hi Bernie. What's happenin'? " Bill asked, turning slightly to see the dancer.
"Nothin' much sweets. Meet Rodney, he's my new old man," Bernie spoke with a grin. He introduced him to a young, good looking man about twenty one.
"Nice meetin' you Rodney. Where you all livin' now?"
"Oh, we have a nice place up in the Hollywood hills. Drop up sometime, and we'll have a party."
"I will," Bill answered, smiling at the two gentlemen.
Bernie and his friend left to join the other dancers.
"That Bernie always has a good looking husband. He must be somethin' else!"
"I know. He's a neat guy, and I like working with him. He's always happy. Oh, look! Here come the writers ... the show must be over," Tom observed, looking at the entrance of Kiko's.
The writers all huddled together in the doorway, looking for a booth. They moved in a group to a large round booth, large enough for all of them to sit in. The head writer sat in the middle
One of the writers lingered behind. He found a large statue of Santa Claus the management left sitting on the cigarette machine year round. He turned around and unzipped his pants. He picked up the Santa and turned him upside down and stuck his head down into his crotch, leaving the feet, legs and body dangling out of his pants. He lit a huge cigar and walked to the bar and ordered a martini. With the cigar in one hand and the martini in the other, and with poor Santa sticking out of his fly, he walked around nonchalantly, introducing himself to the rest of the guests.
"Hi, I'm Pat Scales, what's your name?" he asked Bill Pryor.
"Bill Pryor ... who's your friend down there?"
"Oh, just a little something I brought along to suck while I enjoy the party. How you doin' down there?" the tall writer asked, looking at the ridiculous Santa sticking out of his crotch. "MMMMppphhhhh!" the writer imitated. "Oh, fine, just keep suckin'! " he said, walking to another group of people.
"Hi, I'm Pat Scales, what's your name?" he asked Ginny and Nancy.
"That guy is really out of it!" Tom observed. I thought you and I were sick, but wow! I think he needs some help."
"He just got here. Wait 'till he gets drunk! Look out! It's 'get the women and children off the street' time ... and the group singers and everybody! He's a wild man!" Bill replied, watching him go from table to table. "Everybody has their thing!"
The room suddenly filled with musicians, actors, more dancers and technical crew from the Don Melton Show.
"Two more martini's, George," Bill ordered. He was beginning to feel the drinks. His forehead was numb and his lips tingled.
"You're gonna get me outa my fuckin' mind!" Tom spoke, rubbing his mouth. "Those deep-dish drinks are too much for me! I'll eat soon and be alright."
"Sure," Bill said, patting his friend on the back.
They had been friends for many years and they really enjoyed each other's company, especially when they were drinking together.
David Alan arrived. He went straight to the bar and sat with Tom and Bill.
"Whew, it's all over!" he sighed, sitting down to relax. "Yeah, I'll have the same. Make it dry!" he spoke to the bartender.
"Got anything lined up for tonight?" Tom asked David.
"Not yet. I started to, but decided not to, just come on over and see what goodies there are here," he answered, lighting his pipe. He felt tired and exhausted after the season was over. There were so many problems to deal with besides the music and arranging that wore him out. The drink tasted good when he sipped the cool liquid. "Shit! That's heaven!"
"You're not kiddin', " Bill replied, also taking a sip from his third martini.
Smoke and Ina entered the smoke-filled bar. They looked around and found a booth in the corner. They ordered their drinks and sat quietly, staring at each other.
"That Smoke fucks everything goin' and comin'! " Bill said, looking at the couple.
"So would you, if they'd let you," Tom answered.
"You're fuckin' right!"
Bob Howard, the director of the Don Melton Show entered Kiko's. He looked around and walked up to the bar.
"Hello David, Tom, Bill. How's everything?" he asked, standing behind David Alan.
"Party's gettin' goin', " Tom offered. "Let me buy you a drink."
"I thought they were free," Bob asked.
"They are, that's why I'm buyin'! "
Bob laughed. "Have you seen Ginny? She didn't wait for me tonight."
"Yeah, she's right over there with Nancy," Tom pointed to the two dancers.
"Yeah, excuse me. I want to talk to her," Bob said, leaving the bar.
Bill looked at the director going toward Ginny and remembered his comment this afternoon when they had been in the portable dressing room together. He hadn't known they were inside and he had pretty well insulted her, Bill remembered. He might just get the shit beat out of him!
"Hi Ginny, Nancy. Why didn't you wait for me after the show?" Bob asked, sitting down with the two girls.
Ginny was quiet. She looked down at her purse, which she grasped tightly with her right hand.
"Well?" the director asked, a little indignant.
"I heard what you said today about 'just taking me out to fuck me.' I'm pissed. If I were you, I'd go someplace else to find a woman to fuck!" Ginny hissed, looking down at her purse.
"Ah, I knew you were in there, I was just kiddin' you!"
"Then why didn't you wake me up. I missed run-through," she said, thinking back to what would have happened if he had knocked.
"I am a busy man, Ginny, and can't keep up with every dancer that can't be on time." Bob was annoyed at having been found out. He tried to cover his mistake with authority.
"You're a mother fucker, is what you are!" Ginny screamed, hitting Bob in the head with her purse. "You lyin' bastard!"
Bob tried to get away from her but couldn't. She held him with her left and hit him with her right.
"Atta girl, Ginny. Let 'em have it!" one of the crew members yelled out. He was a camera man, about thirty five and large. His shoulders were broad and he had scars around his face from fighting. This last show had been a little much for him. He had taken about all he could from the director and now that his girl friend was beating on him, he couldn't resist making remarks.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth, Earl!" Bob yelled back to him, while he tried to protect himself from a barrage of purse poundings.
"Yeah, you wanta make me do that?" Earl yelled back. He was under contract to ABS, not the Don Melton Show particularly, so didn't care about the chain of command on this particular show.
Bob was humiliated. His girl friend was beating him with her purse and an inferior camera man was insulting. He took the only way out he figured would save face and stood up, then went to the booth where Earl was sitting and hit him in the side of the head.
Earl jumped up like a fox and began swinging rights and lefts to the director. Bob was tall and pretty tough himself. He fought back toe to toe with the camera man.
Everyone in the place started to shout for the one they wanted to win. The whole restaurant turned into a mass of yelling bystanders.
Ginny jumped up from the booth and began swinging her purse at Earl. She had suddenly changed sides and wanted her boy friend for herself.
"I'll do that!" she yelled, swinging her purse wildly at the bewildered camera man. "You leave him alone! I'll beat the shit out of him my own self!"
Earl backed off and the fight ended. Bob looked at him with hate in his eyes, ready for more, but realized that that was enough.
Bob walked briskly to the men's room, which was around the bar. Everyone in the place looked at his bloody face as he went by their tables and booths. Some of the women sighed in horror.
Bill Pryor had to go to the toilet. He got up in a semi-stupor from his martini's and followed Bob into the men's room.
"Boy, she sure beat the shit outa you," he commented, standing with his cock out, taking a leak.
"Shut up!" Bob hissed, washing the blood from his face.
Bill respected this remark from a man who had been publicly insulted and finished his toilet, then started to leave the wash room.
Ginny entered. Her eyes were glassy with anger. She ran past Bill and began beating on Bob's back, pushing him into the walls around the commode. She hit him in the back and sides as she screamed obscenities. Bill got out of the men's room and returned to the bar.
"She's beatin' the shit outa him again!" he announced, walking to his bar stool. "Jesus! What a party!"
The bartender jumped over the bar and ran to the men's room. The whole place was a clamor of excitement.
Pat Scales walked by with the Santa still in his crotch. He smiled, drinking a martini and smoking another long cigar.
"Love! That's what it is. It has to be true love!"
Someone put a quarter in the juke box and swinging music filled the air. Everyone started to be happy again as the atmosphere changed.
Dana and Cynthia came into the restaurant. They looked around for a moment and found a table.
"Hi Dana!" Bill Pryor yelled across the noisy room.
"Hi yourself!" he called back.
Cynthia sat by Dana and curled her toe around his trouser leg. She clasped his hand and leaned against his shoulder.
"Damn! You're comfortable!" Dana remarked, enjoying the closeness of Cynthia's body next to his. "You fit me like an old glove."
"Good. Wait 'til you see how I fit you later. MMMMMNNN!" she held her mouth closed and moaned sensuously. She leaned close to Dana and kissed his ear. She breathed in it and stuck her tongue inside, wallowing it around to excite him.
"Shit! You're gonna get me all horny now and we'll miss the party!" Dana said, smiling as he pulled away. There were several people watching him and he felt embarrassed. He patted her hand and looked down at the table.
Bob Howard came out of the men's room and stood at the bar. His face was clean, but there was still a look of anxiety in his eyes as he ordered a drink. He was too nervous to sit down. He stood, glaring at the people who stared at him, daring someone to make a remark.
"He looks like he's about ready to snap," Bill Pryor said as he watched Bob Howard.
"Yeah, he's pretty up-tight," Tom answered.
Bill and Tom watched as Bob downed his drink, then walked briskly to where Nancy was sitting. He talked to her a moment, then grabbed her by the arm and almost pulled her out of the booth. They left Kiko's together.
"Cave-man style!" Bill said, laughing. "What a party!"
Bill watched Cynthia reach for Dana's crotch. She rubbed it gently, making Dana nervous. Dana looked around wildly and saw Bill staring at him. Bill looked away nonchalantly.
Cynthia was so horny she couldn't wait much longer. She held onto Dana's hard-on and rubbed the medium-sized muscle as it quivered in his pants. She put her breast on his arm and began to rub the tit against Dana, breathing in his ear as she moved her body about.
"Gonna pick up somethin'? " Tom asked Bill.
"You know, I think I'm gonna go home and try to patch things up with my old lady. She's a good chick and we've both been at fault," Bill said, downing his last drink. "In fact, I'm gonna leave now, before I get into somethin' bad," he said, rising.
"Groovy! Tell her hello for me," Tom said, shaking Bill's hand.
"Good night all!" Bill said as he left the crowded bar.
Smoke looked at Ina over the flame of the yellow candle. He thought back over the day's events and it made him tired. He looked at Ina's body and he felt a little better. He smiled to himself and figured that he may as well make it a triple for the day. It didn't happen often that you ball three times in one day. So, he may as well take advantage of it. He reached over and put his hand on Ina's cheek.
"Let's go to my place, Smoke. I have lots of records and plenty to drink," Ina said, holding onto his hand.
"Groovy! Let's split," Smoke said, rising from the chair. "Good night, everybody!" he called out as the couple left the bar.
David Alan looked at Tom Lee.
"You gonna stay awhile?"
"I don't think so. Think I'll go home before I get into trouble," Tom answered, gulping down the last of his martini.
"You're a smart man. So am I. Let's go," David said, rising from the bar stool.
The two men waved their goodbyes and left the restaurant.
Cynthia was about to rape Dana. She had her tongue in his ear and was masturbating him while she moved her legs together to rub her clitoris.
"Let's go, Cynthia," Dana said, pulling away from the sensuous woman that clung to him.
Dana waved to a few people who saw him leave. He led Cynthia through the parking lot. On the way, they passed Bob Howard's car and looked inside. Bob had his pants off and was on top of Nancy, humping away.
"Jesus! Right here in the parking lot!" Dana said, half embarrassed.
"Why not?" Cynthia replied, reaching down and holding onto his penis as they walked.
Dana opened the door for Cynthia, then went around and got in on the driver's side. He reached for the ignition and she held his hand back.
"I have wanted this thing all day ... and I'm gonna have it now!" Cynthia said, unzipping Dana's trousers. She pulled the joint out of his trousers and began rubbing it with her hand ... up and down.
Dana could stand no more. He succumbed to her advances and lay back, watching her perform her marvelous talents. He pushed forward as she took off his pants and shorts. Her mouth went to his knee, licking the hair and skin, making his leg wet. She licked higher up toward his crotch. Dana thought he would scream with pleasure as she reached his testicles and put them in her mouth and began to suck. He leaned back and enjoyed the tantalizing sensation of his balls in a warm, wet mouth. He moaned as she began to lick the sides of his cock. He closed his eyes and swam in the ecstasy she was offering him.
Then it happened. The crown, then the sides of his penis were swallowed by her mouth. He could stand no more and blasted his wad into her throat as she sucked and swallowed the hot sperm into her body.
"Damn!" Dana sighed, as he watched Cynthia finish giving him head. "I'm sure glad I'm a member of David Alan's orchestra!"
