In her star-studded world, Jo was forever feeling that uncomfortable sense of insecurity. She had worked her way up from absolutely nothing and was determined to make it in her career. She couldn't have any ties to hold her back, or any responsibilities to restrict her in her acting career.
There was a void in her life and she was very aware of it! But what Jo needed was someone to share her life with rather than give her life to! She was as capable of love as anyone else, she was just extremely cautious when it came to love.
The wild, Hollywood orgies were the perfect set-up for Jo since she could give herself to everyone and not be tied down by anyone. But she knew she desired that one person, someone she could love and receive that love in return.
Trying everything and everyone, Jo found her career suffering at times because of her personal insecurities and needs. That void in her life had to be filled, but it also had to be filled by the right person. That one person who could make her life complete!
The glamorous world of Hollywood made her life more complicated. Now, more than ever, she needed to remove herself from the wild life she had led since she was a young girl. She wanted to develop her career as an actress, but she also wanted a balance to her life.
She needed that one person to be there when she needed to fill the void she felt so deeply. The security she never had in her career she needed in her personal life in order to keep her sanity.
CHAPTER ONE
The bright sun beat down on this hot, stifling August afternoon as the crew began setting up for the next take. Jo could definitely think of better places to be than Santa Fe in the middle of August. It had to be at least 100 degrees if not more and there was absolutely no shade from the burning sun.
As Pete Henry placed the megaphone to his lips, everyone tried desperately to make a move from their sitting positions. It was just too damn hot to be alive.
"Okay, folks. Everybody on the set, let's get rolling!"
As Jo picked herself up from the chair, a dizzy spell hit her. As she looked down, everything started spinning around her.
"Hey, you okay, kid?" a young, female voice asked.
Looking up, Jo smiled and nodded her head. "Just a little dizzy spell. Must be this damn heat. It's a real bitch today!"
" You're telling me. Hell can't be too much worse than this!" the young girl laughed.
Jo started walking towards the crew and again felt dizzy halfway towards her mark. Stopping for a moment, she looked straight ahead, trying to balance herself and keeping her eyes wide open.
"Jo, are you all right?" Pete Henry asked, walking over to her and placing his arm around her shoulder.
"I'll be just fine, Pete. It's just this heat. It's gone straight to my head today. Just give me a minute and I'll be ready to roll."
"Hey, Mike. Get Jo something cold to drink, will you please? The sun's got her rocking!"
"Sure, right away. I'll get her some ice cold lemondade," the man smiled as he winked at young, beautiful Jo.
"Sit down for a few minutes and then after the drink we'll see if we can get you to stand without wobbling," Pete teased. "Maybe you been hitting the booze, huh, kid? Have a little bottle stashed in your room or something?" he laughed.
"Believe me, Pete. I wish I did. I might have been able to sleep better last night. This heat is just unbearable. How the hell do people live in this part of the country? I'd drop dead after a week!"
"Hang in, kid. We only have another three days and we're off! Back to LA. Back to the beaches, mountains and tennis courts!" Pete smiled.
"This is one time I'll be ecstatic to hit LA International. I've never missed that town so much in my life!" Jo laughed, looking as if she were about to faint.
"Here you go, honey, one ice cold lemonade on the rocks. Don't take it down in one slug or you'll really die. Sip it easy," Mike suggested, handing Jo a napkin.
"You're a doll, Mike."
"You've just made my day by saying that Miss Jo Ross," Mike smiled, walking back to the crew and set.
Jo sat and drank her glass of cold lemonade savoring every mouthful that went down. Anything cold felt like a lifesaver. Pete was with the crew giving directions about the next take, and everyone walked around like zombies. The heat was really getting to everyone.
Santa Fe was gorgeous, but the burning sun was something Jo could never live with. It got hot in LA, but not quite like this. She'd never done a picture in this part of the country. Almost every film she'd done to date had been shot in Europe or California. This was number seven and one she wouldn't forget too easily.
Pete Henry was a fabulous director and that was the main reason Jo had accepted the role. She'd worked with Pete in France on a film called, "My Love For You," and Jo considered this one of her best films to date.
Seven films at twenty-two wasn't bad, and to consider one of these a good film was even better. Jo knew actresses and actors in their fifties who still weren't satisfied or even considered one of their films good. At twenty two, Jo could at leat feel satisfaction with one of her films. And hopefully, this one would also be a work of art she could be proud of.
When Jo first received the script and sat down with it she knew she was interested. The final decision was made when she found out it was being directed by Pete Henry. That did the trick.
Deep down, Jo felt that the director was the most important part of a film. When you were as young as Jo, you still felt a bit insecure about your craft and abilities. Jo knew she needed a strong director and Pete Henry was definitely a strong director.
She had a lot to learn about film and she knew it. But the last five years had certainly been good for her. Work had been coming in constantly and she was fortunate to work with some fine people.
Starting out in LA at sixteen was difficult. Jo was a very mature girl and never looked her age. Trying to get interviews with agents and managers was quite degrading for her in the beginning. She was a beautiful girl who looked like a goddess. Her physical presence was incredible! And this was something that always seemed to bother Jo. Are they using me for' my beauty or because I'm a good actress?
Jo had an incredible body! She stood about five feet six inches and weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. Her body was almost constantly tanned, and her emerald green eyes stood out like jewels against her bronzed skin. Cascading over her shoulders like a curtain was a head of gorgeous black hair that hung straight and thick down her back. Her cheekbones were high and a product of her Indian blood.
Jo had modeled from the time she was ten years old, and decided at sixteen to try the big city. Hollywood! Her mother told her she'd have a hard time because she was part Indian, but Jo was determined to make it somehow, someway! She figured if she couldn't make it as an actress she could always pick up some money by returning to her modeling career. She had a perfect modeling body with the long, lean legs and the small, firm tits, with perfect bone structure.
It was difficult for Jo to leave her mother, but she felt she had to make a move and live her life. Her and her mother had been together and alone for twenty years. Jo's father, who was an Irish-American from Boston, came to Montana on a construction job. He met Jo's mother and decided to settle there. Things were fine for a couple of years and then his drinking became unbearable. He'd come home and beat Jo's mother and then go off for days without any word.
Finally, Jo's mother couldn't take it any longer, so she packed up and moved to California. Neither Jo nor her mother ever saw him again. Her mother had done a fine job of raising Jo, considering she did it alone. Jo couldn't have all the things she wanted, but she was never hungry and always had a bed to sleep in. She loved her mother for being so strong and never ever letting her down.
Now Jo was a working actress. She had one of the best agents in LA and offers were coming in left and right. When Jo first arrived in LA she realized you needed more than a beautiful face and body to make it.
So, for two years Jo did some modeling and office work and spent her nights studying acting with some of the finest coaches in LAShe spent some time with some acting groups and workshops and when her coach finally felt she was ready, he threw her out into the big, cruel world!
"How are you feeling?" asked a voice from behind her chair.
Jo looked around and saw Sue Palmer's young, pretty face. Sue was helping out with costumes on the film and was a young student working for the summer. She had just started her first year of college that Fall and was totally awed by working on a real Hollywood movie.
"Oh, I think I'll probably survive," Jo smiled, attempting to rise from her seat.
"Need a helping arm?" Sue laughed.
"I think it may come in handy right now," laughed Jo.
Sue grabbed hold of Jo's arm and they both walked towards the crew. Sue kept looking at Jo as' they continued walking and Jo started feeling quite self-conscious.
"What is it, Sue?" Jo asked, curiously.
"Oh, nothing, excuse me, you're just so beautiful, Jo," Sue answered shyly.
Laughing, Jo replied, "You're not so bad yourself, kid!"
Looking at each other, they both burst into laughter, walking arm in arm towards the crew.
"Well, you seem to be hanging in," Pete said, seeing the two girls grinning from ear to ear.
"Did you ever hear of an Indian who couldn't handle the sun?" asked Jo, teasingly.
"It's that Irish blood in you. It's strong. Too strong! The Indian blood would have had you on the set and working hours ago," Pete teased.
As everyone got into their places, the make-up girl came over to Jo and gave her some last minute touches. In most of her films, Jo always used very little make-up since she had a flawless complexion and was usually quite tan.
As the cameras started rolling, Jo and her leading man, Tim Scott, acted out their scene with ease and a steady flow of emotion. Jo had worked with Tim once before, but never opposite him. They both had bit parts in a police movie about two years ago and had chatted briefly on the set a few times. Tim was a handsome, strong, muscular man who stood about six feet and weighed in at about one hundred eighty. He had sandy blond hair and hazel eyes and a lovely chiseled face. All the girls working on the film went weak in the knees when he was around. He knew this and loved taking advantage.
The love scene was going line, but nearing the end of the shot the camera dolly hit a bump in the track and shook the camera so the scene had to be shot over.
"Okay, kids, let's take two! Quiet on the set, please!" yelled Pete.
As Tim and Jo began the embrace for their love scene, she felt as if Tim's arms were trying to squash her to death. Not making any comments, Jo carried on as well as she could so that no one would notice her discomfort, and then cut the scene again.
When the time for their passionate kiss came near, Tim pulled her tightly towards him and placed his mouth on hers, prying his tongue between her lips. Jo, not wanting to cause the flow of the scene to halt, carried on as calmly as she could without causing a scene.
"Okay, cut. Good take, kids, take a five minute break!" Pete ordered.
As everyone started walking toward the canteen, Jo approached Tim and grabbed his arm.
"Hey, what the hell are you trying to do, Tim? I don't go for that shit when we're working," Jo exclaimed quietly, but sternly.
"Well, if I got a chance to exercise my emotions off the set I wouldn't have to take advantage on the set," Tim smiled, slyly.
"Next time you pull that shit while we're filming I'll cause a scene in front of the whole crew and make a flying asshole out of you!"
"I dare you, bitch!" Tim smiled, teasingly.
"If you're so hot on my ass why haven't you ever tried making me off the set, Mr. Stud?" Jo mocked.
"Because I know what a bitch you are and I know I'd probably not get to first base with you."
"That's pretty ballsless not to even try. But you're probably right."
"I know I'm right. I know a cunt when I see one! And you're a first-class cunt, Miss Jo Ross!"
"Only to pricks like you, Mr. Tim Scott, not to human beings!' she smiled.
"I notice you're always extremely kind and sweet to the young ladies on the film, though. Is that right?" Tim inquired.
"You should get a medal for being so fucking observant, Mr. Scott."
"Yes, I agree with you there. It's part of my craft. One of the most important things in Acting is observation, my dear, and I've been observing you and discovering things!" he smirked.
"Well, good for you!" Jo smiled, and walked away.
Entering the canteen, Jo grabbed herself a ham sandwich and a cold coke and went in a corner to gobble down her food. Sue Palmer saw Jo from the other side of the room and walked over to join her.
"Hi, how are you?" Sue asked, smiling.
"I'm fine now. Thanks."
"Tim giving you trouble?" Sue asked, sympathetically.
"How did you know? Does it show on my face or something?" Jo laughed.
"Well, I figured from the beginning when I knew you were playing opposite each other that he'd be after your ass. Tim Scott has a reputation for being a real Casanova! Half the ladies in Hollywood would love to get their hands on him, honestly, I don't see why!" Sue exclaimed.
Jo had to laugh at this last remark. "Oh, really? Don't you think he's handsome, and masculine and all that shit that the fan magazines say?"
"No," Sue replied quite seriously.
"Well, neither do I," said Jo.
"He's a real bastard as far as I'm concerned. My dad was the cameraman on three of his films and he's told me some stories about old Tim Scott. He's married with six kids! Do you believe that? He has a lovely, sweet small-town wife who just puts up with all his shit. He's fucked just about everybody in Hollywood!"
"Great! Sounds like a real nice guy, Tim Scott," Jo smirked.
"Well, I'm not interested and this is one ass he isn't going to get his hands on," Jo commented.
"I thought for sure you would fall madly in love with him. I'm so glad to hear you say that. I wouldn't want to see you with that dirty son-of-a-bitch!" exclaimed Sue.
"No, honey. He's definitely not my type. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not a big one for men!" Jo said, quite casually.
Sue looked at Jo, quite puzzled, but said nothing. Finishing up their sandwiches and drinks, the girls cleared up their dishes and headed back for the set.
"Okay, let's get rolling," Pete's voice yelled from his megaphone. 'This is the last shot for the day, kids. So let's try and do it in one take and then we can all pack it in. I know you're dying to get the hell out of here and lie in your air-conditioned rooms and take a dip in the pool. So let's get it down the first time."
The next scene was a fight scene between Tim and a new young actor named Brad Dee.
Brad was a real sweetheart and Jo took a liking to him the first time they met. He was a naive, honest kid just out of high school. He was seventeen, but looked about twenty-three. He was built very big and muscular.
Jo had a chat with him for about a half hour the first day they started shooting this movie in Los Angeles. He was so sweet and innocent Jo wanted to grab him and hug him. She hoped he wouldn't be affected by all the bullshit that went on in the industry. One of the most appealing traits he had was his naivete and honesty.
As the two men fought in the Hollywood fashion, Jo wished that the blows Brad was administering to Tim's head were the real thing. That bastard really needed someone to set him straight. He really thought he had the world by the balls, well, not with Jo Ross!
In the middle of the scene, Pete cut the shot. Tim had cut Brad's lip and the blood was filling up his mouth. When Jo realized what had happened, she ran over to the young boy and started dabbing his Up with her handkerchief. Someone got some cold water and a towel and Jo cleansed the boy's lip.
"Oh, I'm okay, really, Jo. It's only a little cut. Let's get this scene over with so we can call it a day," Brad said, spitting out the blood in his mouth.
As Jo dabbed at the side of Brad's mouth, she looked over at Tim and smirked. She had a feeling that the blow to Brad's mouth was not accidental.
"Look, this'll give the scene a bit more reality," Pete laughed, telling everyone to get in their places. "Are you okay, kid?"
Resuming the take, the fight scene continued and the take was good. "Okay, that's it for today, kids. Get a good night's sleep and I want you all on the set at six tomorrow morning. Not ten after, or five after, but six on the button! Got that?" Pete ordered with the authority of a gestapo officer.
"Yeah," came a chorus of muffled voices.
Everyone headed back for their motel rooms as the cars pulled out from the set. The crew would remain a couple of hours longer to pack up the equipment and make sure everything was in order.
The first thing Jo intended to do was jump into the swimming pool at the motel. It was only about six thirty and she was certainly going to take advantage of the early day. For the past two days they hadn't finished before ten.
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Jo saw Tim getting out of his car and heading for his room. Trying to figure the best way to handle someone like Tim Scott without being childish, Jo decided to acknowledge him but show him absolutely no added attention.
"Hi, care to have a drink a little later, pretty lady?" Tim asked, suavely.
"No thanks, I'm really bushed and I think I'm going to call it a night early," Jo smiled with difficulty.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Tim answered indifferently.
"Yes, Tim, that's the way I want it!"
Jo proceeded to her room and changed into her bikini. There was almost nothing to the suit, except for a few patches and some string. It was one of those shoe-string bikinis and if anyone could wear it, Jo could. Her body was made for bikinis.
Looking in the mirror and adjusting her suit, Jo reached for a hair clip and placed all her lovely, long, black strands on top of her head. Satisfied with her appearance she left for the pool.
From the stairs she could see that there were about three or four people sitting around the deck of the pool. Jo wasn't in the mood for any social mingling, so she headed for the empty side of the pool.
Lying her towel on the floor, she walked to the edge of the large, kidney-shaped pool and plunged in with a splash. Swimming from one side to the other for a few times, she finally grabbed one of the floats and relaxed on it for a while. Closing her eyes, she let the float drift in the pool as she felt her muscles at ease for the first time that day.
Suddenly, she felt the float spinning in circles as if it were in a whirlpool. Opening her eyes quickly, she turned her head and saw young Sue Palmer smiling, gleefully.
"Hi. Thought I'd come and keep you company, do you mind?"
How could Jo mind this young, lovely creature. She was as sweet as they came and Jo was attracted by her innocence. This was one trait that she found very appealing in people. She noticed everyone she'd ever been attracted to had always been naive, honest, innocent and young!
As Sue hung onto the end of the float she started paddling Jo around the pool with her legs and feet working as a motor.
"How did the last shot go? I headed back for the motel before they finished," Sue explained.
"Oh, Brad got a little cut on his lip in the fight scene, but he's all right. Tim was a bit too rough, or slipped unintentionally. I really don't know. But Brad's a good kid, he handled it like a real soldier," Jo smiled.
"Yeah, I really like Brad. I talked to him for a while yesterday. We've never really spent any time conversing before then. He seems so sweet," Sue smiled, staring into the water.
"Well, I think I'd better go upstairs and get changed," spoke Jo.
"Jo, can I come up to your room for a while? I really don't feel like hanging around this pool any longer and I don't want to go to my room just yet. It's so boring," Sue exclaimed.
"Sure, honey, let's go," Jo smiled.
Heading for the stairs, dripping wet, the girls made their way to Jo's room. Entering the room, Jo started for the bathroom to remove her wet bikini. Wrapping a terry-cloth towel around her voluptuous body, Jo returned from the bathroom.
"Why don't you go and get that wet suit off, Sue. There's towels on the shelf in there," Jo ordered the young girl.
Removing her wet suit, Jo watched the young girl through the open door. She had a lovely, firm body with breasts that were twice the size of Jo's. She was a healthy young girl who was stacked in all the right places.
As Jo watched the girl, she felt the heat start to rise in her body. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a female, naked body, thought Jo. She knew she wanted this young girl and she was determined to get her.
Sue took a towel from the shelf and started to wrap it around her curvaceous body. Jo walked behind her and grabbed hold of the girl's hand and stopped her.
"I don't want you to cover that beautiful body, Sue," Jo commanded.
"Jo, what are you doing?" Sue asked, naively.
"Oh, Sue. Come on, baby. Why the hell did you come up here. Why are you bothering with me so much? Are you playing games or do you mean business?" Jo asked, trying to get her point across as explicitly as possible.
"I don't understand. I mean, what are you saying to me?" Sue asked, a sound of puzzlement in her soft voice.
"What I'm saying to you, sweetheart, is that I want you! Do you understand that much? I like women! Understand? Will you faint if I use the word lesbian?" Jo asked, mockingly.
"Jo, I don't know!"
Suddenly, grabbing Sue by her long, blonde hair, Jo pulled her head back and wrapped her tresses around her fist.
"Look, Sue! I want you! I want to make love to you! Now if you aren't interested, I want you to keep away from me and stop playing Miss Sweetheart with me. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" Jo yelled.
Nodding her head, the tears ran down Sue's freckled cheeks as Jo had her head pulled back unmercifully.
"But, Jo, I didn't know!"
Raging with fury, Jo struck the girl across the face and threw her to the floor.
"Don't give me that shit, Sue. You didn't know! How stupid can you be! I did everything but tell you yesterday that I was a lesbian when we discussed Tim Scott. How could you not pick up? Are you an idiot?" Jo screamed.
Crying as she lay on the floor, Sue held her head in shame. The towel had fallen from her strong, young body and Jo looked down at the girl with anger flaming in her eyes.
"Get up, Sue!" Jo ordered, reaching for the girl's hand.
Extending her hand to Jo, the girl stood up and held her head up, looking Jo directly in the eyes. She felt as if Jo's eyes were going to burn holes in her any minute. She lowered her head and started to sob profusely.
"Stop crying, or I'll really give you something to cry about!" Jo ordered, sternly.
Throwing the young girl on the bed, Jo headed for the bar in her room and poured a couple of drinks. Mixing the young girl a double martini Jo walked towards the bed.
"Here, drop this down the hatch and maybe you'll get rid of some of your inhibitions," Jo said.
The girl started sipping the martini as if it were poison. She obviously wasn't a drinker, but right now she probably would have drunk poison if Jo had given it to her.
As Jo put her glass to her lips, she stared at the young girl and felt her desire rising more and more. Maybe the alcohol would calm the girl down and make things easier for Jo.
After finishing the first drink, Jo returned to the bar and mixed herself and Sue another. This time she added a triple shot of vodka.
Halfway through the second drink, she could see that Sue was feeling the effects of the liquor. She put her glass down and rested her head on the pillow. Tears were still running down her cheeks and Jo just continued to drink in silence.
Finally, the young girl got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, wrapping her towel tightly around her smooth body. Hearing the toilet flush, Sue returned from the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed.
Walking towards her slowly, Jo grabbed hold of one end of the terry-cloth towel wrapped around Sue and started to uncover the young girl. Standing there, silent, in a drunken stupor, the girl stared straight ahead and didn't move.
Jo knew she had this situation under control now.
Dropping the towel to the floor, Jo's eyes feasted on her large, firm breasts and her pink massive nipples! Jo placed her drink on the end table near the bed and began to gently suck on the girl's massive nipples!
As she grasped the fleshy breast with her hands, she pulled harder and harder on the young, tender nipples. Jo twirled her tongue around the outer rim of the nipple and sucked it into her mouth.
Sue began to moan softly as Jo worked on every inch of her breast. Jo took both her hands and massaged Sue's left breast roughly. Suddenly, the girl reached down for Jo's head and held it between her smooth, bony hands.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Jo smiled, sticking her tongue out as far as she possibly could and slurping around her nipples.
"Yes, Jo! Yes, Jo!" the girl said, with an undertone of guilt in her voice. She obviously felt shame for indulging in such activity.
"But if you like it, why do you sound so annoyed?" asked Jo. Sue stood at the end of the bed, her chest heaving up and down from the ministrations it was receiving.
"Well, I'll stop if you don't like it," Jo said, turning away from the young girl's huge breasts.
"No!" screamed the pretty young nymph, grabbing Jo's head and guiding it back to her tits. "Suck! Go on and suck!"
A smile appearing on Jo's beautifully tanned face, she took hold of the fleshy young body and threw Sue down on the bed, permitting herself to climb roughly on top of the girl.
"I'm going to make love to you like you've never experienced in your life, little girl, you're going to scream for more when I get through with you! That cunt of yours will be wetter than a sponge!" Jo smiled, as she grabbed Sue's snatch and started massaging her hand up and down the young, sweet slit.
"Mraram," the girl moaned, her head swaying from side to side.
"You like that, don't you?" Jo asked, grinding her knee up and down the sweet, lovely crotch as well as her hand.
The young girl reached down with her hand and grabbed onto Jo's hand, as it rubbed up and down her cunt, and forced the hand to rub her even harder in her box.
"I want you to rub harder, Jo! Harder!" she yelled.
"You do have a hot little pussy down there, don't you?" Jo laughed.
"Ohhh, I've never felt like this," Sue moaned. "I've never had anyone touch me down there," she confessed.
Suddenly, Jo stopped and stared at the beautiful young girl. She knew she couldn't have been more than sixteen, but in this day and age everyone over twelve had lost their cherry.
Was this girl really serious? Was she a virgin? As the thought crossed Jo's mind, a wicked smile wiped over her face. A cherry! Jo didn't come across that too often and she was certainly going to celebrate with this one.
As Jo continued rubbing up and down Sue's snatch, she took her middle and index fingers and pushed them into the young cunt. As Jo moved her fingers upward, she could feel the girl tense up.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'll go easy," Jo assured.
Jo mounted the young girl and placed her mouth on her left breast, sucking at her erect nipple. Pushing her fingers deeper into Sue's cunt, Jo quickened the movement of her fingers. The girl let out a few painful cries and Jo knew she was in need of good, strong instrument for the young cherry.
Getting off of the girl and walking towards her closet, Jo went into her suitcase and pulled out a vibrator. Reaching behind the end table for the electric socket, Jo plugged in the machine and again mounted the girl.
"Now we're going to get rid of that little cherry of yours," Jo smiled, feeling the fleshy tits of the girl. With the vibrator in motion, Jo started moving it over Sue's right tit as Jo reached down with her mouth for the nipple of the left.
"I want to suck some tittie first," Jo said, filling her mouth with the entire erect nipple and some breast flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good!" moaned the girl as she started to grind against Jo's body as the vibrator ran up and down her breast.
"Wait until you feel it in your pussy, baby," Jo informed her. "You're going to scream your head off!"
Leaving the vibrator lying on the girl's breast, Jo started to crawl down towards the little bush between Sue's legs. Licking every bit of flesh on her journey down the girl's body, Jo finally reached her destination and started to put her tongue into third gear.
Flicking her tongue in and out of Sue's cunt, Jo pushed the girl's legs down on her breasts so that Jo had better access to her cunt.
"Oh, shit, Jo! That feels so good! What are you doing?" bellowed the girl as she started rising up off the bed.
Slurping deeper and deeper, Jo kept licking and sucking as if she were eating for the first time in weeks. This young, sweet cunt was delicious! Jo's tongue was working overtime and she couldn't get enough.
She slid her tongue from the vagina around to the ass crack and forced her tongue to pry in the little puckered asshole. Waves of passion were rising up and down Jo's spine and she suddenly bit into one of the girl's ass cheeks.
"Owww!" screamed the girl as the pain flashed through her body.
Jo washed down the sweet, young asshole for a few minutes more and then returned to the virginal cunt. She wanted every inch of this girl's sweet snatch. She didn't want to leave an inch of it untouched.
"I'm going to suck your clit and you're going to really hit the ceiling!" Jo told the young girl as she moved her head from side to side.
Reaching the clitoris, Jo took it into her mouth and washed it thoroughly with her tongue.
"Oh, Jo!" Ohhhh!" screamed the girl in total abandon.
Continuing to flick her tongue in and out of the girl's cunt, Jo reached up for the vibrator and firmly took it in her hand.
Slowly, she moved the vibrator toward the girl's cunt as her tongue remained inside the young girl's box. When she'd had the vibrator right next to her head, Jo quickly removed her tongue and replaced it with the machine.
"Keep your legs spread wide open so I can get this fucking thing in you," said Jo, as she pushed the girl's legs apart.
"Oh, Jo! Please don't hurt me! Please," pleaded the girl as she looked down at the mechanical prick.
"Lay there and shut up," Jo ordered as she held onto the girl's leg which was pinned to her chest.
"Oh, it hurts!" screamed the girl, as the vibrator entered her cunt.
Jo continued to plunge the machine into the cunt without stopping to acknowledge the girl's plea.
"Ohhh, stop, please, shit, no!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get up off the bed.
Jo let go of the vibrator and jumped down on the young girl. She sat on top of the girl's torso with her back to Sue's face and retrieved the vibrator and put it back into position. The girl was pinned to the bed. There was no way she could get off, with Jo sitting on top of her!
"Come on, baby, keep still before I beat the shit out of you! I'm going to get your cherry! Just a little bit more!" Jo said, as she tried to plunge the entire vibrator into the girl's cunt.
Sue was tightening up and making it very difficult for Jo to enter with the machine. Jo grabbed hold of Sue's thighs and spread them apart and then returned the vibrator to the girl's snatch.
As the vibrator plunged in and out, suddenly Jo saw tiny streams of blood dripping down the girl's thighs. She'd gotten her cherry!
"I broke you!" Jo smiled, plunging even harder into Sue's cunt. "Now we can really go to town!"
Throwing herself into fourth gear, Jo started plunging the vibrator in and out of the girl, frantically! She got up off of Sue's torso and mounted the girl as if she were getting ready to plunge a prick into her young, newly-broken cunt.
Bending over Sue on her knees, Jo thrust the vibrator in and out as she bent down and grabbed one of Sue's tits in her mouth.
"Ohhh, shit! It feels so good now! Harder, Jo!" Sue moaned as she started to hump into the machine as it came down into her. With her legs flailing in the air, Sue grabbed Jo's head and started pressing her face into her tits as Jo pushed the vibrator even deeper into the young, hot cunt.
"More, Jo! Harder!" screamed the girl, humping faster and faster to keep up with Jo's frantic pace.
Sweat starting to form on Jo's forehead as she thrust on top of the vibrator, which continued to violate the young, innocent girl. Feeling moisture upon her knees, Jo looked down and saw the blood and cum from the girl's cunt that had poured onto the sheets and down Jo's leg.
Exhausted and spent, both females lay on the bed, panting and gasping for air. The young girl continued to moan, still in an ecstatic state from the sensations she had experienced that she never dreamed possible.
"It was so good! I never thought it would be that good!" Sue panted.
Smiling, Jo looked over at the young girl. "It isn't always that good, honey. Remember, a large part of the pleasure you receive depends on who's in the sack with you. You just happened to be lucky and had a really fine partner this first time. You're a lucky little girl," grinned Jo.
"Oh, I know, Jo. I know. Can we stay together every night? Please?" pleaded Sue.
"Now, hang on! Don't get carried away! I'll think about it and if I want you up here I'll let you know But don't drive me crazy or I won't bother with you at all. Understand?" Jo asked, sternly.
"Okay, Jo. I won't bother you. I promise," whispered the girl as she cuddled up to the beautiful actress.
"I'd better ring the maid and have them bring me up a set of clean sheets. You bled like a pig, honey. Well, you've had your grand opening. From now on it should be pretty easy going."
As the young girl attempted to rise from the bed, she suddenly felt an excruciating pain jet through her lower abdomen. Sitting still for a moment, she waited and then tried to rise again. Standing next to the bed, she reached for the end table to hold herself up.
"Oh, I feel so sore between my legs! Shit, I don't know if I'll be able to walk."
"Go on and walk. It'll hurt for a while, but you'll be okay. That wall has been closed for sixteen years! It has to get used to its new-found freedom!" laughed Jo.
CHAPTER TWO
One more day to go and the whole crew would be on a plane back to Los Angeles. Jo couldn't wait! Life in Sante Fe was too hot and definitely too boring!
Jo was use to going out to clubs and parties a couple of times a week and having friends come around at all hours of the day or night. Santa Fe was certainly not a social center. People worked, went home and had dinner, watched some television and went to bed. Jo needed a whole lot more to keepAher happy than that!
As Pete Henry gave one of the bit players directions, Jo walked over to the crew and started to chat. There was a new boy on one of the cameras and Jo had noticed that he was quiet and a bit subdued. His name was Jeff Gore and his father had been one of the top cameramen in Hollywood at one time. This was Jeff's first year as a professional cameraman, but he'd been helping his father as an apprentice for almost three years.
"Hi, how's it going?" questioned Jo, smiling from ear to ear.
"Oh, I think it's coming along all right, at least I hope so," laughed Jeff.
"This your first movie?"
"I've worked on dozens of movies with my dad, but this is my first one alone. I'm a bit nervous, but Pete Henry is a great guy to work with. He's really been an ace," Jeff smiled.
"I know what you mean. I've worked with him in France and I took this role because I knew Pete was directing. He's been a big help to me in my film career. The man's a gem!"
"That was a really nice scene you did with Tim Scott yesterday. I really admire you when you're in front of the camera. Your concentration is fantastic! I've watched lots of actresses work and I have to admit, you're quite impressive," said Jeff, a bit embarrassed.
"Why thank you, you've just made my day!" admitted Jo, sincerely.
Receiving a compliment like that was very important to Jo. She still knew that she was quite insecure when it came to her acting. She always felt that she could be doing better, or her work still wasn't quite what it should be. She was very critical with herself and an occasional compliment always helped pick her up.
Eyeing Jeff from head to toe, Jo went through her routine size-up. Looking at the boy intently, she realized he wasn't extremely handsome, but he had a quality about him that was terribly sexy.
He was built beautifully, and obviously worked out and kept his body in shape. He had long, brown, wavy hair that hung down to his shoulders, draping around a face that was special for some reason.
His eyes were what made him! They were two of the most incredible eyes that Jo had ever seen. They were a combination of hazel and green and looked like eyes on a cat. They were quite large and shone out of his head like spotlights.
Rarely was Jo attracted to men. But she definitely felt a tingle in her twat with this young boy. The quality she liked about him was his sincere concern and love for his work. He didn't have time for petty nonsense, or for making passes at the girls doing extra work. When he had a spare-minute, he'd check out his camera, or work out better lighting. The boy was dedicated, and Jo liked that trait.
She intended to come on to this young boy, but she knew she had to watch how she handled this one. She didn't want to scare him away, but at the same time, she wanted him to realize that she was interested.
Pete picked up his megaphone and called everyone to their places. This was the final scene to be shot in Santa.Fe and then they were all off to Los Angeles and back to the studio in Burbank. Jo couldn't wait!
The scene they were about to shoot was going to take a while since it involved quite a number of people. It was a crowd scene and they always took forever.
Walking towards her spot, Jo passed Tim, who was positioned directly to her right side. Trying to avoid his eyes, Jo stood next to him and didn't budge as she waited for Pete's directions.
"Did you have a nice time last night?" Tim smirked as he kept his head looking straight ahead.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Scott?" answered Jo, annoyed.
"You forget, my lovely, my room is right next to yours and motel room walls are made out of shit!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "It sounded like you and that sweet, innocent young thing were having a party. I wish I had been invited."
"Not on your life, honey. I'd fuck a dog before I'd go near you!"
"You cunt! I ought to smash you in that fucking pretty face of yours!" Tim belted out, his face red with anger. Suddenly, a few of the crew and extra turned to look in Tim and Jo's direction. They'd obviously heard Tim's remark and wondered what the hell was going on.
"Look, you asshole! Everyone is looking at you! Probably thinking what a prick you are!" Jo laughed.
"Wait, bitch! You'll get yours soon!"
Looking straight ahead, Jo let out a peal of laughter. "I'm waiting, sweetheart. Don't make me wait too long, super-stud," Jo mocked.
"Okay, kids. Let's get rolling. This is the final shot," Pete yelled through his megaphone. "I want lots of action and I want a look of terror on your face, Jo. Like it's the end for you and your lover."
Jo let out a sly laugh under her breath. "Lover! Shit!"
Trying to keep his lips still, Tim remarked. "Fuck you, bitch!"
"Right!" bellowed Pete. "Let's roll 'em, folks! After this one is wrapped up, we're on our way home!" he smiled.
As the jet pulled out of Albuquerque airport, everyone sighed with relief. It was a beautiful part of the country, but much too hot and much too boring for most of the folks. Everyone seemed in a jolly mood as the plane headed for Los Angeles and home!
"A couple of hours and well be back in Fantasyland," remarked Jo as she patted Sue on her leg.
"Yeah, Plastictown, U.S.A.," laughed Sue.
"I think when this film is in the can, I'm going to throw a really big party for the cast and crew. How's that sound?"
"Great! It sounds really super!" answered Sue, excitedly.
"Let's see, we've got only two more days of shooting in the studio and I can get together with a caterer today and have everything ready in two days. Fine!" Jo planned out loud.
"Where will you throw it?" asked Sue, curiously.
"At my place. I've got a pretty big house with a pool and quite a bit of ground. Plenty big for all these folks!"
"I can help you. Just let me know what you want me to do," smiled Sue.
The cast and crew were keeping the stewardesses on the plane quite busy supplying drinks. The booze was going straight down Jo's throat directly to her kidneys and she needed relief quick.
Rising from her seat and heading for the lavatory, Jo bumped into young Jim Gore in the aisle. "Hi, how's it going?" Jo smiled, a bit high.
"Just fine. Glad to be heading back to Los Angeles," Jim remarked.
"I know how you feel," laughed Jo, holding onto the back of someone's seat.
"Actually, I thought we'd be in Santa He a lot longer than we were. Everything has been going along quite smoothly and the schedule hasn't had one dent in it yet."
"Glad to hear that. Professionalism prevails!" laughed Jo. "Listen, would you like to come to dinner at my place tonight? I know this-is pretty short notice, but I figured since it's our first day back you might possibly be free," Jo asked, a bit nervously.
"Sure, that's sounds really nice," smiled the young boy.
"Super. After I relieve myself in the John, I'll write down my address and phone number. Okay?"
"Fine," he said, heading back to his seat.
Jo had to laugh to herself as she proceeded to the John. Here she was, Jo Ross, getting the jitters while asking a nine-teen-year-old boy to dinner. She'd been out with movie actors who were world-wide celebrities and she got the shakes asking a young new boy on the scene. But she felt that this kid was special! And she knew there was a reason for her nervousness. He had a quality that was almost magic. He seemed very gentle and soft, not at all that stereotype image of a he-man, rough, loud and hard. Those qualities in a man turned Jo off in a second!
Hopefully, Jo and the young boy would get to know each other in every way possible. She didn't want to leave anything unexplored. The urge to know this boy inside out was quite strong and she knew this was not something that happened to her often. This was something she had to follow through.
Upon relieving herself, Jo headed back for her seat only to discover Sue gone. Looking around, she discovered the young girl sitting next to Tim Scott, chatting away as if they were long, lost friends. Jo felt a surge of anger rise through her body, but suddenly decided to calm herself and not let it bother her.
After sitting in her seat for a few minutes, she saw Jim walking down the aisle and coming towards her. Smiling, she moved over to the next seat and asked him to sit down a for a while.
"Let me write down my address and number before I forget," said Jo, reaching into her bag for a pen and paper.
"Do you live in town?" asked Jim, curiously.
"I live out by the beach in Malibu," she replied. "I love the ocean and like getting up in the morning and just jumping right into the waves and waking myself up," she smiled. "And to tell you the truth, I hate living in town. I lived in Beverly Hills for a while and the smog and the cars and everything else drove me insane. I'm not a city person when it comes to where I live."
"I love the night life of the city, but I hate having to get up to it in the morning. I rather hear the ocean rolling in as opposed to motors starting up."
"I don't blame you. I'm not too crazy about the city either. I just moved up to Topanga Canyon recently. My folks live in Bel-Aire, but I like the Canyon much better. Lot more quiet and secluded," Jim explained. "I also bought myself a horse and up in Topanga I can keep him myself rather than board him. I have a couple of acres and it's enough land to take care of him."
"Wow! That sounds really great! I have to come up and see your place one of these days," exclaimed Jo.
"I'd really like that. Maybe this weekend if you're not tied up and if we're finished with this film you can come up and spend the day," Jim remarked.
"I'd love that!"
Suddenly, the pilot's voice echoed through the plane asking all passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts since they were soon approaching Los Angeles International Airport.
"Well, I'd better get to my seat. I'll see you tonight. What's a good time?" Jim asked.
"Anywhere from six-thirty. Give me some time to whip up a little dinner. I want you to know I'm by no means one of the world's great cooks," Jo explained.
"Don't worry about that. I'm so used to eating out of cans and packages, anything will taste super to me," Jim replied, rising from his seat.
Suddenly, Sue was approaching as Jim rose to return to his seat. Almost bumping into each other, Sue looked at Jo with a slight question in her eyes.
"Jim, this is Sue Palmer. She's been working with costumes. This is Jim Gore, Pete's new camerman."
"Hi, nice to meet you," smiled Jim, moving out of her way.
Smiling only slightly, Sue stared at the boy for a second and let out a very soft hello.
"See you later, Jo."
"Well, how's Mr. Scott doing?" asked Jo, cruelly.
"He's all right. He's really not such a bad guy once you get to know him," explained Sue.
"Once you get to know him, honey! Not me! I don't want to have anything to do with that prick! You go right ahead. You've had your grand opening, why don't you let Tim Scott be your first customer?"
"Oh, Jo! Cut it out! I hate when you act so bitchy!" She exclaimed, hurt.
"Listen, I know what your game is, bitch! Your just a little cunt and if you can make the male lead in this film you'll go right ahead and do it! Now that you've been broken in, it'll make things easier for you! Go on, start throwing your pussy around to every guy in the cast! Get your little hole opened real good!" Jo spoke, louder than she intended.
Suddenly, she felt eyes looking at her person. Turning to the side she saw Tim Scott staring with a smirk on his face that she would have loved to smack right off of him.
"That sonofabitch! I'd like to cut his cock right off of him. Then see how much of a super-stud he'd be! He's a fucking worm as far as I'm concerned!" Jo's face was turning red as the blood rushed to her head. The fact that he had gotten to young Sue bothered Jo more than she realized.
She wanted this young, pretty girl for herself and she would rather see the whole cast and crew put their hands on the girl, rather than Tim Scott.
As the plane started down for a landing, Jo took the last gulp of her scotch and soda and sat back. Sue started flipping through a magazine and didn't continue talking to Jo since she knew it was hopeless.
When the plane had made its landing and the folks started piling off, Jo walked in front of Sue without saying a word. When they'd arrived at the luggage pick-up, Sue turned to Jo and spoke.
"What are you doing tonight?" she asked, in a slight whisper.
"I'm busy!" Jo snapped.
"Why are you being such a bitch? So I talked to Tim Scott! Are you going to make me feel like shit because of that? Look, Jo, I don't tell you who to talk to and socialize with!" Anger was becoming apparent in the young girl's voice.
Totally ignoring the girl, Jo kept her eyes on the luggage carrier as the suitcases were loaded off the plane. Moving away from the girl, she stood alone at the beginning of the carrier.
"Okay, make me feel like shit!" she cried, tears running down her pretty, freckled-face. "You really don't give a damn about me if you could treat me like this for something as petty as talking to Tim Scott," she sobbed.
"Get away from me, you little cunt! You knew how I felt about that bastard and you still insisted on talking to him. Don't you see why he even bothered talking to you? He doesn't give two shits about you! He knows we're lovers and he's trying to bust my balls by using you! You're so fucking stupid!" she yelled, pushing the girl away from her.
"How did I know, he knew! Shit, Jo! What am I going to do?" she cried, desperately.
"What do you mean what are you going to do?" Jo asked, laughing.
"What if you tells everyone about us? I'd die!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, would you really? Well, isn't that just too bad. You liked it, didn't you? You certainly weren't complaining too much when I had my tongue up your cunt, were you? So. what if they all know. Are you ashamed of the fact that you and I made love together? Well, if you are you can go and fuck yourself from now on, honey! I don't want anything to do with you!" Jo's last remark was almost like a punch in the young girl's stomach.
Sobbing hysterically the young girl kept following Jo and pleading. "Please, Jo! I'm sorry! Don't leave me! I love you, Jo!"
"Get away from me, bitch! Go and get Tim Scott to fuck you! I don't want anything to do with you anymore!" she yelled, grabbing hold of her suitcase and walking outside to the cab stand.
Sue stood by the doorway of the terminal, sobbing like a lost, little girl. Feeling desperate and alone, she didn't know what to do. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned quickly.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Tim asked, feigning concern.
"Oh, Tim. Nothing!" she replied, trying to pull herself together.
"Come on, I'll give you a lift home," he said, picking up Sue's suitcase.
Allowing herself to be led along by Tim Scott, she walked as if she were in a drugged stupor. She couldn't believe what she had just gone through. Why did Jo do this to her? She loved Jo so very much. Why did she hurt her like this?
Turning her head Sue looked around, hoping that Jo had departed from the airport. The last thing she wanted was for Jo to see her leaving with Tim Scott. It would really be the end. As Jo watched Tim and Sue leaving together, she hid behind a building column as she saw Sue looking around.
"That bastard! Tim Scott, III get you for this!" Jo whispered. As the two jumped into a cab and drove off, Jo walked out towards the curb and hailed a cab. Sitting in the back seat of the car, she felt the anger traveling through her body like electric waves. She knew Tim Scott was only using the young girl to get to her. Why? Was he so obsessed because he couldn't get Jo and his male ego had to have some type of revenge? Whatever his reasons, he was definitely getting to Jo and he knew it!
Driving through Los Angeles, Jo decided to have the driver drop her off at the supermarket so she could pick up some groceries for dinner. It felt good to be home. All the cars, traffic and smog were quite welcome. There was something about the city that Jo loved. She certainly preferred it over Santa Fe.
Pulling into the parking lot of the Supermarket, Jo told the driver to wait for her. Luckily, the store wasn't crowded and Jo was able to run in and out in a few minutes. She couldn't decide on what she should make for dinner, so she figured roast beef was a safe bet, being that almost everyone, except for a vegetarian, liked roast beef.
Running out of the Supermarket, she jumped back into the cab and was headed for Malibu. She couldn't wait to jump into the beautiful Pacific and feel the waves wash over her. There should be loads of surfers out now, since this was the time of year when surfing was at its best.
As the cab pulled into her driveway Jo looked around to see if any of her neighbors were around. It was early afternoon so most of them would be on the beach at this hour. Stepping out of the car, the driver reached for her suitcase and carried it to the front door.
Going into her purse and pulling out her wallet Jo paid the driver and gave him a generous tip. Smiling politely, he thanked her and jumped back into his cab and pulled away.
The first thing Jo needed was a good, stiff drink. Sue had really gotten to her and the tension had all gone to Jo's head. She wanted to get through the day without a headache and be able to enjoy a lovely evening with young Jim Gore. Not trusting the alcohol to do the trick, Jo went into the bathroom and grabbed a vile of tranquilizers.
She had to start straightening up the house, which certainly had accumulated a thick coating of dust. Before Jo got started she made herself one more drink. The liquor plus the pills should certainly be able to relax her and" make her forget Sue and their little ordeal for a while.
As Jo was pulling the roast-out of the oven the front doorbell rang twice. Throwing the potholder on the counter, Jo headed for the door.
"Hi!" smiled Jim as Jo opened the door.
"Perfect timing, my dear. I was just pulling the roast out of the oven. Dinner will be on the table pronto!' she smiled.
"Mmmmmm, smells great! I thought you couldn't cook?" he teased.
"You're only smelling it, honey. Let's wait until you taste it before you pass any judgments," she cautioned.
"Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells, I'll be satisfied."
"Good. I like a man who isn't terribly difficult to please. Makes life easier for us women," Jo laughed, walking into the kitchen.
"What are you drinking?" Jo asked, placing the roast on the kitchen counter.
"Oh, I'll have a brandy, please," Jim said.
"On the rocks?"
"No, straight up, please," Jim replied. "Hey, this is a great place you have here."
"Glad you like it. It's home! I've been here about four years so I feel pretty comfortable and hopefully I'll be able to buy the place next year," Jo explained.
"You have an option to buy?" Jim asked, curiously.
"Yeah, that was the agreement with the landlord. I'm really glad, too. I wasn't interested in buying at first, but as time went on I got more and more attached to the old place and now I've decided I'd like to settle here," Jo explained.
Walking towards Jim with his drink, Jo placed it on the living room table. "I'm going to get dinner on the table and then we can sit, eat and gab. Okay?"
"Sounds fine to me," smiled Jim, picking up his drink. "Need any help?"
"Not on your life! You just sit there and relax," she smiled. In ten minutes Jo had the table all laid out and the food just waiting to be eaten. She was keeping her fingers crossed that she'd cooked the roast just the right amount of time or else it would be too tough.
"Come and get it," Jo smiled, walking to the bar for a bottle of red wine.
"Looks great!" Jim commented, taking his seat at the dining room table.
As Jo poured some wine, they began to devour the food. It was the first meal Jo had eaten all day and she had a feeling Jim was famished as well.
"Oh, it's delicious!" Jim said, munching on a piece of meat.
"To tell you the truth, Jim, shit would taste good to me right now. I'm starved! I haven't eaten all day."
"Neither have I," Jim said. "Between packing up to leave Santa Fe this morning and getting everything back to the Studio this afternoon, I just had enough time to go home and jump into the shower."
"Well, eat up. There's plenty of meat and I think I made enough for an army, so please indulge! I don't like leftovers," Jo laughed. "And I don't have any pets."
Dinner was superb! Jo was quite proud of herself. After getting through the main course and her exotic chocolate mousse, Jo went to the bar and got out a bottle of Grand Marnier to top it off.
"Great for the digestion," she informed him.
"Oh, I love the stuff," Jim announced. "My dad started me on a Grand Marnier kick when I was about seventeen."
"Your father has good taste," Jo smiled, pouring the Grand Marnier.
Suddenly, everything went to her head! Jo felt the liquor, tranquilizer and wine all go to work at once. She stood still for a moment and tried to conceal her light-headedness.
"Are you all right, Jo?" asked Jim, concerned.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just got hit with a dizziness. I'll be fine," she assured him, continuing to pour the drinks.
"Maybe you shouldn't have any more to drink," he suggested.
"Of course not. I'll be okay. Anyway, I can't resist Grand Marnier. On my death bed it'll be next to me," she laughed.
As they both drank the liqueur Jo suggested they make themselves comfortable in the living room. Leaving the dining room table Jo noticed that Jim also wasn't too steady on his feet.
"We're both in good shape, I must say," she laughed, grabbing Jim's arms.
"I feel great though!" he laughed, winking at Jo.
Helping Jim onto the couch, Jo went over to the stereo and put on a nice, romantic record. She knew this was her chance to seduce this young sweetheart and she certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
Sitting down next to Jim on the couch, she realized the task before her shouldn't be terribly difficult. Jim was quite high and Jo couldn't imagine Jim objecting to her seduction. He suddenly turned and looked at Jo as he put his arm around her shoulder. From here on she knew it would be clear sailing.
As she downed the last drop of Grand Marnier, Jim took the glass out of her hand and placed it on the table next to his own. He slowly reached over and grabbed Jo's head, pushing it towards his own. Placing his lips on hers, he gently pried her lips open with his soft, moist tongue and entered her oral cavity.
Jo wrapped her arms around Jim's neck as she held the boy tightly. He kissed so beautifully, she wanted to swallow him up! His lips were so soft and his movements were so gentle she almost felt as if she were kissing a baby.
Pushing Jo down on the couch, Jim placed his body on top of her and started slowly humping her. She could feel his cock growing harder through his trousers. The desire to feel his young cock in her hands was overpowering, so Jo reached for the zipper of his trousers and started to remove his clothing.
"I want to feel you, Jim. I want to be able to touch your skin," she whispered in his ear.
Picking his head up and looking into her eyes, he smiled, warmly. Reaching down for his belt, he started to help her undress him. Climbing out from under him, Jo lay him down on the couch and started to remove his clothing as if he were a little boy getting ready for bed.
When she finally had every garment removed, she stared down at the young, strong, beautiful body. He was built so beautifully! His cock was sticking straight up in the air and Jo couldn't resist taking it into her mouth.
"Please, Jim. I have to eat you! Your cock looks so good! Please, can I suck you?" she asked, coyly.
"Be my guest," he smiled, as she got on her knees and reached for his erect, blood-gorged rod.
Taking it into her mouth, she gently nibbled on the cock head with her lips. Searching for the piss slit, she started prying her tongue in and out as if she were trying to stretch it wide open. Grabbing hold of her head with his hands, Jim guided her to where he needed her mouth most.
"Suck up and down my cock, Jo! Go all the way down on it! Please!" the boy pleaded, pushing her head down on his meat.
As her head started bobbing up and down the stem, sighs of pleasure were coming from the boy's lips. "Oh, Jo! Baby, you suck so good! My cock feels so good! Don't stop!"
Jo started moving faster on the rod as she gripped the root with both her hands and bounced her head up and down frantically. She sucked as if it were a straw and took her tongue and washed the underside of his meat, causing him to start quivering.
"Ohhhh, shit! Jo!" he yelled, humping his cock into her face. "Get your clothes off, Jo! Please!"
Removing the cock from her mouth, Jo began to disrobe. Jim reached down and tried to help her since she couldn't possibly undress quick enough for him.
"Hurry, baby! Hurry!" he pleaded.
Finally, naked, Jo climbed on top of the boy and placed her pussy directly over his mouth. Obviously needing a sucking, the boy grabbed Jo's ass cheeks and started licking out her cunt like it had never been licked before!
He had his tongue in so deep Jo thought his whole head was going to wind up in her hole. This young stud certainly knew how to use his tongue! Jo grabbed his head and pushed it further into her pussy.
"Suck me real good, Jim! Good boy! That's it! You're so good, baby! Wash my pussy out real good!" she moaned, pumping into his face.
Suddenly, he sucked her clitoris between his lips and Jo thought she'd go through the ceiling.
"Shit! Jim! Ohhh, that's so good! More!" she screamed, bouncing up and down on the boy's face.
Pushing her pussy away from his mouth, Jim picked her up and opened his mouth to speak. "Please, Jo! I need to get inside of you!
Please! I can't hang on any more!" he explained.
Without replying, Jo wiggled herself off the boy's face and squirmed down to his crotch. Grabbing hold of his throbbing cock, she sat down on it and started riding as if she were on a horse. Bouncing up and down on the huge, erect cock, she felt rare waves of pleasure as Jim grabbed hold of her curvy hips and started meeting her thrusts with his own.
"Ohhhh, it's too good! I can't stand it!" the boy screamed, picking his hips up off the couch and thrusting into the girl with an incredible pounding motion.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Jo! I'm going to fdl that pussy with so much come your couch will be soaked," he moaned, hoarsely.
Smiling down at the boy's red, sweaty face, Jo grabbed hold of his hands. "Let's see you," she teased, hoping it would edge him to even heavier fucking.
Suddenly, he grabbed her around the back and threw her down on the couch, mounting her quickly and trying to keep his cock intact.
"Now you're going to get fucked, baby!" he said, getting into position. Getting onto his knees, he grabbed hold of Jo's legs and pushed them down on her breasts. Obtaining full access to her cunt, he plunged in with a powerful force that almost knocked her out.
Thrusting in and out of her pussy, Jim picked up a frantic pace? He fucked her harder and harder, his balls slapping up against her ass cheeks.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jo screamed, throwing her head from side to side. "More! Don't stop, Jim! Ohhhhh, it's so good! Fuck me!"
The boy threw his head back and let out the most erotic animal-sounds that Jo had ever heard come from a human mouth. She knew he was going to explode in her pussy any minute! She could see the sweat pouring out of his body and his thrusting was so frantic that she couldn't see straight anymore.
Jo started humping into Jim's cock as it thrust down into her. She felt as if his cock were going into her intestines. She hadn't been fucked this good by a man in years! She hoped he could hang on and wait for her before he exploded.
Suddenly, Jim started to grit his teeth and Jo knew he was ready. "Arrrghhhh!" he yelled, pumping into her so hard her ass cheeks were beginning to feel numb.
Jo felt his warm juice fill up her pussy and suddenly the sensations she had rarely experienced overtook her body. Moaning in ecstasy, Jo threw her pussy up into Jim and released a load of come that could have choked a horse. It poured out tike a faucet and ran down her thighs.
Noticing that Jim was slowing down his thrusting motion, Jo realized that he had it! She could definitely understand why! The young stud had certainly earned his dinner! Jim Gore had given Jo one of the best fuckings she'd ever experienced. She was certainly going to do all in her power to keep this young stud around.
CHAPTER THREE
Shooting had been delayed for an hour because of some equipment problems. As everyone headed for the commisary for a bite to eat and a drink, Jo felt someone grab her by the arm.
"Hi," said Sue, nervously.
"Hello," replied Jo, noticing a young girl next to Sue.
"This is my sister, Jan. I brought her along today to watch the shooting," Sue explained.
"Hi, Jan. I'm Jo," she smiled.
Smiling shyly, the young girl extended her hand politely.
"I'm very glad to meet you," she said.
"Is this the first time you've ever seen a shooting?" asked Jo, cheerily.
"Yes, it is. I've been taking a course on film in my high school and I'd like to major in it when I start college so I thought it would be a good idea to see the real thing," she explained.
"I certainly agree with that," Jo smiled. "What aspect of film do you want to major in?" asked Jo.
"The actual filming itself is what I'm really interested in, but I'm also curious to find out all the aspects of it. You know, editing, lighting and everything else," she explained, sounding very knowledgeable.
"Well, this is the place to do it! When they start shooting I'll ask one of the camerman if you can sit up with the crew while they shoot the scene. How's that?"
"Oh wow! That would be great! Thanks a lot!" she exclaimed. 'That's very nice of you, Jo," spoke Sue, quietly.
"Oh, do you think so?" replied Jo, mockingly. "Oh, I guess I'm just a nice person."
"Well, I have to get back to the costume department. One of the extras needs a dress for the next scene," said Sue.
"Jan, why don't you come and have some lunch with me and then I'll take you over to the set and set you up with one of the cameramen?" Jo said, temptingly.
"Oh, Sue, could I? I really much rather do that then go to the costume department right now. Please?" she pleaded with her older sister.
"Okay," replied Sue, looking at Jo as if she were reading her mind. "I'm sure I can leave you with Miss Ross," she said, looking directly into Jo's eyes.
As Sue headed toward the back of the Studio lot, Jo and Jan walked towards the commissary. Jo looked at the young girl and noticed that she looked quite a bit like her older sister. They had the same build and features, except that Jan was just a bit smaller than Sue.
Entering the large room, Jo directed the young girl towards a table in the back of the room. There weren't too many people seated back there. Finding an empty table, Jo sat down and pulled the seat out next to her for Jan.
"Well, leave your bag and things here and let's go up to the counter and get ourselves some sandwiches," Jo ordered, placing her jacket on the table.
As the two ladies ordered their various sandwiches and drinks, they picked up their trays and walked back to the table. Walking past the line of people, Jo suddenly eyed Tim Scott.
"Hello there," smiled Tim. "What's the matter, was her sister too old for you, honey?" he asked, smirking, under his breath.
"Go fuck yourself, Scott," she whispered, continuing to walk to the table.
Sitting down, they started eating their sandwiches quickly.
"So, you're interested in films?" Jo asked. 'That's very interesting for a girl. Don't find too many girls interested in filming. It's usually the little boys," Jo laughed, winking at Jan.
"I've always been fascinated with film. Ever since I was about seven-years-old. Finally, when I got into high school, I discovered they had a film course. That was my first step towards learning about the technicalities in filming," Jan explained.
"Are there other girls in your film class?"
"There's about three other girls in the class. The majority of the class is boys, of course. But to tell you the truth, the girls are doing much better!" Jan laughed, taking another bite out of her sandwich.
"Well, I have quite a few friends who are camermen. There's one boy specifically that I think you should meet. He's the cameraman working on this film we're doing now and it's his first professional job alone. He's only a young boy and he's an excellent cameraman. He might be able to give you some pointers and suggest what you should do about obtaining experience in the field."
"Great! I really appreciate this!" Jan smiled, sipping her coke.
"If you're free this weekend, why don't you come by my place and I'll give Jim a call and see if he can stop over," Jo suggested.
"Super," exclaimed the young girl, smiling as if she were just given a job on the film.
"Let's go to the lot now and I'll see if I can find Jim so you can at least meet him today," said Jo, getting up from her seat.
As they headed toward the front door, Tim looked over at Jo and gave her a big smile and a wave. Continuing to walk and ignoring his gesture, Jo could feel the anger rising to her head. That bastard!
When they arrived on the set, Jo spotted Jim up on a ladder, adjusting a light where the next shot was taking place. Taking Jan by the hand, she walked over to the ladder and tapped on the side.
"Hello there, Mr. Gore!" she smiled. "I want you to meet a friend of mine."
Looking down, Jim broke out in a big, happy smile when he saw Jo's face below him.
Climbing down the ladder, he quickly rushed to the bottom.
"Well, how are you, lady?" he asked, kissing Jo on the cheek.
"What kind of a hello is that, my friend? The cheek? Is that all I rate?" Jo teased, coyly.
Looking rather shy, Jim looked into Jo's eyes and reached over to give her a big, warm kiss on the lips.
"Now that's much better. Thank you," she smiled.
"Who's your friend?" asked Jim, smiling over at Jan.
"This is Jan, Sue Palmer's sister. Jan is a film buff. She's taking a course in high school right now and intends to major in film in college, she wanted to meet a real, live cameraman. The guy who puts all that action on the celluloid," explained Jo.
Extending her hand, Jan smiled at Jim, slightly blushing. "Hi, I'm very happy to meet you," she said, sweetly.
"I told Jan that if you had some time this weekend, maybe you could stop by my place and give her a few pointers. That's if you're not busy."
"Well, how about you and Jan coming up to my place in Topanga on Saturday afternoon and having some lunch and spending some time with me? I'd like the company," Jim smiled.
"How's that sound to you?" asked Jo, turning to the young girl.
Not believing that all this was happening to her in the course of an hour, Jan smiled and shook her head in astonishment. "Oh, wow! Fantastic!"
"Okay, that's all set then. Jan will come to my place Saturday and then we'll head up to Topanga and spend the day with some horses and real country living," Jo confirmed.
"Right. I'll expect you Saturday afternoon then. Call me before you leave and I'll give you directions," said Jim, resuming his climb back up the ladder.
"Good. Hey, listen! I'm having a little bash Sunday night for the cast and crew at my place. A sort of 'End of the Film.' Party," Jo laughed. "Are you free?"
"Oh, I heard about that from a few of the other guys and for some reason I thought maybe I wasn't included," Jim teased, looking down at Jo and smiling.
"You fool!" Jo laughed. "Then I expect to see your little body there or I'll come up to Topanga and drag you down your mountain!"
"Of course, lady! I'll talk to you Saturday morning."
As the two girls left the set, Jo heard Pete yelling through his megaphone announcing that they were ready to roll. Jo sat Jan near the set and headed for the costume department. She started to run when she realized that she was late and Pete got crazy when he was ready and his cast wasn't.
"Sit here, Jan. You can see everything from here," Jo said, and took off.
As Jo reached the door to the costume department she saw that all the extras were dressed and heading out the door. As she reached the door and walked in, she saw that Sue was hanging up some costumes that weren't being used.
"I'm late, Sue! Hurry up! I had no idea I was hanging around for so long! Why the hell didn't you come look for me," she reprimanded.
"I was too busy!" screamed Sue, anger building up in her voice.
Jo turned around, quite shocked by this outburst. She looked at the girl and saw tears running down her face. Suddenly, Jo was overcome with sympathy. She realized what she had put the girl through, but if Sue knew how Jo felt about Tim Scott how could she even talk to him!
Slowly turning and looking at Jo, Sue wiped away her tears.
"I'm sorry, Jo. I didn't mean to yell at you like that. Please forgive me."
Jo walked over to the girl and put her arms around her gently. "It's okay, Sue. Maybe I've been unfair. I know how bitchy I can be. I just hated to see you even talking to him, Sue. It killed me!" she confessed.
"I'm sorry," sobbed Sue. "I love you, Jo. I need you! Please forgive me," She pleaded.
Taking the girl's young, pretty face in her hands, Jo reached down and kissed her on the lips. Sue threw her arms around Jo's neck and passionately threw her tongue into Jo's mouth, pressing her lips against Jo's as if she needed her mouth for air. Jo realized that Sue really meant what she had said. She truly did "love" Jo and it suddenly hit home! This young, sweet girl was in love with Jo Ross. The girl needed her and Jo suddenly felt responsibility. Something she really didn't want! Freedom was something Jo had always cherished, but she never wanted to feel any responsibility to anyone.
The old phrase, "Love 'em and leave 'em," was Jo's guide to life. She didn't want anyone to cling to her. It stifled her! Now she suddenly felt afraid because she was faced with the responsibility of dealing with this young girl. She couldn't hurt her, but she also couldn't give too much!
Holding Sue's face in her hands, she looked at the girl and gently kissed her on the forehead. "Please, Sue! You know how I am. Don't put yoursef in a position where I'll hurt you. I care about you and I don't want to see you get hurt by me or anyone else," Jo explained, taking the girl to her breasts and hugging her.
"But I love you, Jo. What am I suppose to do? Stop!" Sue screamed, desperately.
"Look, I have to get dressed. Pete's going to be in here with a whip in a minute if you don't get me ready and out on the set. We'll talk about this later, all right?" she smiled, rubbing Sue's long mane of blonde hair.
"Okay," she agreed, releasing herself from Jo's grasp and moving towards the dresses.
"I want to see you smile, Sue," Jo ordered, sternly, then suddenly let a wide grin spread over her face. "I care about you, Sue."
Walking out onto the set, Jo suddenly heard Pete's voice bouncing out of his megaphone. "Where the hell is Jo?"
"Coming!" Jo yelled, running. "I'm sorry, Pete. I got hung up and didn't realize we were ready to shoot. Forgive me, love," she smiled, coyly.
"Okay, let's get rolling! I want this scene to be perfect and I don't want to take the entire day shooting it!" Pete announced, rather firmly.
Jo looked over at the spot where she had left young Jan and she saw the young girl sitting there looking quite fascinated by all that was going on round her. She was a lovely looking young girl and appeared to be much older than she actually was. As a matter-of-fact, she looked even older than her sister.
Getting the camera in position, Jim looked down at Jo and gave her a big smile and a loving wink. Jo really liked Jim Gore. He was a so sweet and gentle and she felt very comfortable with him.
Tim Scott walked onto the set and over to his mark, looking quite sullen. This was the first time since they started filming that Jo didn't see a big smile or grin smeared across his face. She almost felt concern for the actor, but tried to control her feelings.
"Quiet on the set please!" sounded a voice from the back of the set. "Take one! Roll 'em!"
Mid-way into the shot, Pete walked out onto the set and held up his hands. "Cut!" He walked over to Tim Scott and whispered a few words into his ear.
Tim stood still, his head looking down at the ground and his foot digging into the ground. Jo knew that something was wrong.
"Okay, let's go! Take two!" Pete shouted, walking back to his seat.
Again, they started the scene and mid-way into it Pete cut for the second time. 'Tim, what the hell is wrong?" Pete shouted, unintentionally, but obviously annoyed and under great pressure. Tim kept his head down and didn't say a word. Suddenly, Pete realized there was a problem. "Okay, everyone take five and get yourselves something to drink."
As Pete walked over to Tim and directed him onto the side of the set, Jo wondered what the hell was happening to Tim. She'd never heard of Tim Scott not being able to get through a scene with flying colors. He was a bastard, but he also was one of the best actors in the whole town, and as professional as they came. A scene might have been delayed for a co-star, or even a cameraman or a bit player, bug never for Tim Scott!
Jo suddenly found herself walking over to the two men on the side of the set. She saw Pete shake his head and suddenly walk away. She couldn't figure out what was happening.
"Tim? Anything the matter?" she asked, sincerely concerned.
Looking up, Tim tried to feign a smile, but failed. "Oh, I'll be okay in a minute. I'm really sorry for fucking up the whole scene, Jo. I'll get it together. I feel like a shit for doing this to the whole cast and crew," a look of anger spread over his handsome face.
"Hey, something's wrong. Want to talk for a while? You may feel better if you get it out in the open and not try to bottle it up," Jo suggested, tenderly.
"Oh, shit, Jo! My wife walked out on me last night! She took my kids and left me a note. I got home and the place was empty! She took some furniture and packed her clothes and my kids' stuff and she took off! I don't even know where the fuck that bitch took off to! My kids!" he cried, his voice starting to crack.
"Oh, no, Tim!" Jo sympathized. "Don't you have any idea where she would go. Or to whom?"
"I called her mother in Florida last night, but she hasn't spoken to her in almost two weeks. Where the hell could she go with six kids?"
"Look, she has to get in touch with you! I mean, she can't just take off and not ever get in touch with you! If anything, Tim she's going to need money, right?"
"Yeah, but who the hell knows! She's such a bitch, Jo. She'll stay away as long as she can just to drive me out of my mind! I don't give a shit about her, anymore. Really! It's my kids. I love my kids!" he cried.
Grabbing him by the arm and pulling him off the set, Jo took the strong, handsome, actor, who looked like a little, lost boy at the moment, and took him in her arms. He cried like a helpless child and Jo rubbed his head and tried to console him. Tim Scott was not the hard-ass he pretended to be. He was an emotional, feeling human being who'd just been hurt in a way that was totally uncalled for.
"Go on, cry and let it all out, Tim. You have a right to cry. You've been hurt and she's taken away the people you love most in the world," Jo consoled, rubbing his sandy, blond hair.
"Oh, Jo, how the hell could she do that to me? We haven't really been too close the last couple of years, but she's still my wife and those are our kids! How could she use them to get at me like that? It's just fucking evil. She's a witch. I swear!" he cried, sobbing hysterically.
"Look, I think you should pack it in for today and go home and try to he down. You can't work anymore today, Tim."
"No, I have a job! I've got to get that film finished on schedule and no one is going to delay filming because of me! No!" Tim yelled, his voice filled with anguish.
"But you're falling apart! How the hell are you going to maintain your concentration and take directions, Tim?" Jo asked.
"If I'm any kind of a fucking actor, I'll do it and well get that shot on celluloid today. I'm not going to hold up the works because of that bitch. She would love to know that she fucked up production on my film."
"Let me go get you something to drink. What do you want, a shot of something or just a soft drink?" Jo asked, sitting Tim down on a chair.
"Just get me a coke for now, Jo. After we finish shooting today I intend to get rip-roaring drunk!" he answered, his head in his hands.
As Jo walked to the commissary to get Tim a coke, she saw Sue approaching her. "Jo, what's wrong with Tim?"
"Oh, shit, Sue! His old lady walked out on him with his six kids and he doesn't know where the hell she is. What a shitty thing to do to a man! She sounds like a nice lady!" Jo spoke with anger in her voice.
"Oh, wow! How horrible. What's he going to do?" Sue asked, quite concerned.
"I don't know. What can he do? Call the people he thinks she might have gotten in touch with and wait to hear from her if no one knows where she is."
Pete Henry was walking across the set towards Jo as she reached the end of the lot.
"Pete, did you talk to him?"
"Yeah, I told him that before when I asked him what was wrong and he laid that whole thing about his wife and kids on me. I told him to go home and take it easy because he wouldn't be able to work with that shit on his mind today. But he got crazy and refused," Pete said, shaking his head.
"You know Tim. He's got this thing about being professional. The only thing that would cause him to delay production on a film would be if he croaked on the set," Jo laughed.
"Yeah, I know that. If anyone should get nuts about delaying production, I should. But this is obviously weighing on his brain right now and I just think he should take a good, stiff drink and try and calm down for now."
"Well, he won't. So let's forget all about Tim going home and let's get rolling! that's what he wants, so there's no reason to delay production," Jo said, sounding like a football coach.
"Okay with me. I just hope he can get through the scene okay," said Pete, walking back towards the set.
"I'll be right back. I'm getting him something to drink and then we'll start shooting," said Jo, walking into the commissary with Sue at her side.
"Poor Tim. What a bummer! I feel so sorry for him, Jo," explained Sue.
"You know what? I do, too. My heart really goes out to him. I've never seen Tim like this and it hurts me to see him just break down and cry like a baby. It's so unlike him, but it proves how human we all are," sighed Jo, walking to the counter to order a coke.
When Jo returned to the set, she found Tim sitting in the chair she had left him in, with Pete Henry kneeling at his side, patting his hand and talking to him.
"Here you go, Tim," Jo said, handing him a can of coke.
"Thanks a lot, love," Tim replied, guzzling down the liquid as if he hadn't had anything to drink in days.
"Now, you're sure, Tim. I'm telling you, there's no problem if we pack it in for today. Really, Tim," Pete explained, consolingly.
"No, Pete! I want to shoot that scene today so that it's in the can this weekend. I'm fine. Let's go!" Tim took the coke can and crushed it in between his two hands and started to walk towards the set.
"Okay, my man. Anything you say!" said Pete, trailing behind.
When everyone was in position, Pete put the megaphone to his mouth and started yelling out his directions. "Right, quiet on the set please! Take three! Roll 'em?"
Amazingly enough, Tim Scott did a beautiful job in the scene. Jo could certainly understand why. It was a very tense scene in which Tim finds out he's been betrayed by one of his best friends. Whatever emotions he had felt earlier, he suddely used and let out in his scene. It was absolutely the best scene in the whole film.
"Cut!" yelled Pete, stopping the cameras. "Beautiful scene, Tim. Fantastic!" commented Pete, as Tim walked off the set and sat down.
Jo walked over to Tim's chair and saw that there were tears welling up in his beautiful eyes. "Hey, Mr. Scot:, that was some fabulous acting out there! You'd better watch it, you're making me feel inadequate!" Jo smiled.
"It wasn't acting, Jo! It was just an outlet for what's inside of me right now and the camera just happened to be rolling, that's all. The best acting is always the real live stuff, anyway! The best acting in the world is all around us, every fucking day, on the streets, in houses!" Tim spoke softly as the tears started to run down his cheeks.
"I agree with that," Jo said, taking hold of Tim's hand and holding it. "But it keeps going on. It doesn't stop for anything or anyone. Life is a stage. That's so true. But we have to keep going and we can't ever look back, Tim. We have to deal with the problems of the moment and get through them no matter what it takes to do it."
As the crew started packing up the equipment and taking down the set, Jo turned and saw young Jan Palmer walking over to her.
"I want to thank you, Miss Ross. I had a terrific time and it was really interesting. Thanks a lot," Jan smiled, extending her hand.
"It was my pleasure, Jan. Give me a call tomorrow before we come over," Jo smiled. "Oh, Where's Sue?"
"She's in the costume department putting away some of the dresses."
"Tell her to call me in the morning. Also, tell her not to forget about the party Sunday night for the cast and crew at my place. I think I'll need her help setting everything up. You will come along, won't you?" Jo asked, politely.
"Oh, super!" exclaimed the girl.
"Good. You'll get to meet some more cameramen," Jo smiled. "You might even get to meet a few directors. How would you like that?" she asked.
"Great! Oh, thanks, Miss Ross," the girl smiled, turning and running towards the costume department.
Tim, still sitting in the chair, staring straight ahead as if he were in a daze, suddenly picked his head up and smiled at Jo. "Well, we did it, kid. It's in the can! Another one for the masses!" he smiled.
Quite happy to hear anything come from his mouth, Jo walked over to his chair and kneeled down next to him. "Yes, Mr. Scott! We did, indeed, do it. Through the blazing sun and the broken cameras, we got that film in the can!" she smiled, patting his knee.
"Hey, how about going for a drink?" Tim asked, rising from his seat.
"I can certainly use a drink right now," said Jo, grabbing hold of his arm and walking across the set as the crew started banging away at walls and sidewalks.
She realized that she was seeing a different Tim Scott. The man she was walking with right now was not the Tim Scott that she had known all along. This wasn't the same man that she had started this picture with.
Jo felt a warmth towards him that she never in her wildest dreams thought could happen. This was the actor she couldn't stand and the only reason she agreed to work with him was because she knew he was a damn good actor and working with him would be good experience for Jo.
When they had reached the parking lot they decided to use Jo's car and come back later for Tim's Mercedes. There was a bar only five minutes away from the Studio that was a very quiet little hideaway.
When they'd reached the bar and they pulled into the lot, they realized that the place was going to be packed. It was six thirty and this was the businessman's drinking hour. They decided to have a look first and see just how crowded the place was. Opening the side door, all you could see were wall to wall heads. Tim let out a painful sigh, and Jo turned around and gave him a sorry shrug.
"Well, we can go back to the Studio Lot, pick up your car and drive out to my place. I've got every kind of liquor you can possibly want and a great, big ocean rolling outside my back door," she smiled, temptingly.
"Sure," said Tim, closing the door quickly. "I just can't handle crowds tonight. That's the last thing I need," he sighed.
"Right, well we're off to Malibu and the rolling waves," said Jo, grabbing hold of Tim's arm and guiding him to her car.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Jo looked into her rearview mirror, she saw that Tim was trailing right behind her on the Santa Monica Freeway. There was very little traffic on the road, and in fifteen minutes they'd be in Malibu.
Driving along, Jo started thinking about what had happened to Tim. She felt so sorry for the man and what his wife had done to him. The one thing that Jo hated more than anything, was when a woman used children to hurt a man. It was so inhuman and cruel.
When Jo came within six yards of her driveway she put on her directional to let Tim know she was soon going to be pulling into her driveway on the left and for him to follow.
As they both brought their cars to a halt, Jo jumped out and walked to Tim's car. "Welcome to Malibu, Mr. Scott. Land of the Ocean Breezes!" Jo laughed, walking towards the front door.
"Looks great! I love the smell of the ocean. Nice and fresh. Makes you feel good to be alive!" he smiled, looking warmly at Jo.
"It sure does," said Jo. "And I'm certainly glad to hear you say that."
"This is a really nice place you have, Jo," exclaimed Tim, as they walked into the living room.
"It's home! I like it."
"It definitely beats living right in the middle of all the smog and pollution," said Tim, shaking his head. "I don't know why I ever moved to Beverly Hills when I could have just as easily found a place on the beach. Especially for the kids.'Tim's voice suddenly lowered and he fell silent for a few moments.
Walking behind the bar, Jo took out a couple of glasses and started to mix some drinks. She knew Tim was a martini man, so she busied herself while he sat silently for a while. She knew he was occupied with his thoughts and didn't dare disturb him.
"So, this is where Jo Ross lives," he smiled, walking towards the bar and sitting on one of the stools. 'Typical! Wouldn't you agree?"
Looking up from her mixing, Jo smiled. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you're the outdoors type, I surmised You're a free spirit who likes her open spaces and ocean breezes. There's something very earthy about you and very natural. This is just the type of place I'd expect you to live in, that's all," he said, staring into Jo's emerald green eyes.
"Well, you're right!" she smiled, handing him his drink and walking out from behind the bar. "Have a seat on the couch, Mr. Scott."
Picking up their drinks from the bar, Tim and Jo walked over to the couch and sat. Guzzling down his martini in two gulps, Jo looked over and grinned. "You're going to have a super hangover I think."
"That's okay," he said, placing his glass on the table.
"Let me get you a refill," Jo said, walking back to the bar.
"Jo, give me a double, will you?" Tim asked, putting his head in his hands.
Returning to the couch, Jo handed Tim his drink and pushed him back on the couch.
"Now, relax, damn it! There's not too much you can do till you hear from that bitch! Getting yourself neurotic isn't going to help any!" Jo yelled, finding it unbearable to watch him torture himself.
Tim nodded his head in agreement and threw down his second martini. Shaking her head, Jo went to the bar and reached for the whole bottle full of martinis and brought them over to the table.
"The way you're drinking you might as well just drink out of the damn bottle! Are you going to suffer tomorrow? Shit!"
"You're really super, Jo. Do you know that?" Tim asked, turning his head and smiling at the beautiful young girl.
"Yeah, I've heard that a few times now that you mention it," she laughed, pinching his cheek.
Pouring himself another double Tim continued to drink as if he were hoping it would drown out all his worries. Jo knew there was nothing she could do, but watch him and make sure he didn't try and do anything silly. For some reason she felt that Tim was a suicidal person and shouldn't really be left alone when he was depressed.
When he had finished the entire bottle of martinis, he lay his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. She thought he would doze off for a while, so she headed upstairs and got undressed. As she undressed in her bedroom, she grabbed her terry-cloth robe and went into the bathroom to shower.
As she turned the hot water on and the steam started filling the bathroom, she stepped into the shower and closed the sliding doors. Soaping herself and scrubbing away at her beautiful body, she suddenly heard the bathroom door open. Looking through the frosted sliding doors, she realized that Tim had woken up!
Looking closer, Jo thought she saw Tim standing in the doorway naked, but then she thought she was mistaken, and the alcohol was affecting her vision. Taking a second look, she realized she was not mistaken. She really hadn't planned on this! But she also knew that once she opened those sliding doors and saw Tim Scott in the raw, she would never be able to turn him down.
Thousands of women would give their right arms to be able to just get a glimpse of Tim Scott in the raw. Here he was, standing in Jo's bathroom, naked as a jay bird!
Continuing to rinse herself off, Jo saw that Tim was approaching the shower. He put his hand on the sliding door and pushed it open, looking in at Jo and staring. He almost looked as if he were in shock and Jo panicked for a second.
"Tim! Are you okay, Tim?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Jo, I need you, Jo. Please, Jo! I need you to help me forget for a while. Please." he pleaded, pathetically.
"Oh, you poor thing!" Jo sighed, looking at the man who seemed as if were only ten-years-old. and lost without a friend in the world.
Tim stepped into the shower and embraced Jo with such force that she thought he'd squeeze her to death. The spray poured down on them and Tim suddenly grabbed Jo's head and kissed her with a force that almost took her breath away.
Pushing Jo against the tile wall of the shower, Tim began to suck her neck like a vampire. Jo realized that this man was in desperate need of love and affection! Wrapping her arms around his neck, as she held him close and affectionately started rubbing his head and kissing his forehead.
"You poor baby! Everything's going to be just fine. I promise," Jo whispered, consoling him as best she could. "I'll make you feel good and forget what that bitch did to you!"
Pulling his mouth down to her breasts, Tim began to suck on her left nipple as if he were breast-feeding. Moans of pleasure escaped from his mouth as he took more and more of her tit flesh into his lips.
Jo reached down for his cock and gently started to rub him back and forth, from his cock head to his root. Taking her left hand, she grabbed for his balls and started to massage them gently.
As the water continued to pour down on their hot, hungry bodies, Tim fell to his knees and began to move his hand up and down Jo's pussy, allowing his middle finger to jab in her cunt every few seconds.
"Tim, that feels good!" Jo moaned, running her fingers through his sandy hair.
"I want you to make me forget, Jo. Please!" Tim pleaded.
"I will! I will, Tim. I'll make love to you like no one has ever made love to you before. I promise!" she said.
As Tim kept rubbing his hand up and down her pussy, she squat her body down just a trifle and spread her legs to give him better access to her snatch.
Getting the message, Tim started to nuzzle his head in between her legs and flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy. He worked his way up to her navel and then licked his way down to her ass crack, washing every inch of her box on the way down.
He took hold of her cunt lips and parted them so that his tongue could fly right in without having to dig. Jo was so horny by now that she could have stuffed the shower hose up her pussy.
Picking up her legs and wrapping them around Tim's head, she humped her pussy into his face as his tongue worked like an electric current. Jo held onto the shower faucet and the grip on the tile wall to balance herself while she had her pussy eaten out by an expert tongue!
Tim started moving his tongue into her asshole and licked away at her puckered hole. He took Jo's legs off of his shoulders and then rose to his feet.
"Stand up, Jo," he ordered, as she got out of her squatting position.
Tim pushed her up against the bathroom wall and started to grind himself into her voluptuous body. His cock was extremely hard and erect. He guided her hands to his rod and directed her to jerk his meat.
"Work on my cock for a while," Tim commanded as he grabbed one of her tits in his hand and put it into his mouth, sucking as if he expected a martini to pour out of her nipple.
Pulling his foreskin back and forth and prying her finger into his piss slit, Jo started to hump her body into Tim's strong, muscular flesh.
Suddenly, she felt Tim's hand reach down to her pussy and move towards her asshole. He took his middle finger and started to work it gently into her asshole as he humped back into Jo, meeting her every movement.
As his cock got harder, until it was blood-gorged and throbbing, Jo grabbed the stem and started to work it towards her pussy.
"No," said Tim, removing his finger from her asshole and turning Jo's face to the tile wall of the shower. "Turn around and let me fuck your asshole!" he ordered.
Obeying his orders, Jo turned toward the shower wall and spread her legs while Tim grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and parted them as much as he could.
Aiming his meat directly for her asshole, he plunged in without any warning whatsoever! Jo let out an excruciating scream as the shower spray poured down on her face.
In ten seconds flat, his entire rod was thrusting in and out of Jo's small, little asshole. She felt as if she had a tree trunk up her ass and she thought that Tim could have worked his cock in gently, especially since he was hung like a fucking bull and had a cock that must have been a good eight inches.
Pumping his meat harder and harder into her asshole, Tim was pushing Jo into the wall with such force that her breasts were being squashed to the point of being terribly painful.
"My tits, Tim! You're pushing me too hard and my tits are hurting!" she pleaded.
Pulling her off the wall, he kept his cock embedded in her asshole and pushed Jo down on the floor of the shower as he kept pumping his cock.
Lying on the shower floor, he rode her asshole as if she were a horse. He picked himself up and got on his knees and thrust his cock faster and faster! She'd never had her ass fucked like this and she thought she was going to pass out. He was pounding into her so hard and so fast that she felt as if her ass were going to split right open!
But he wouldn't slow down! He started moaning and groaning like an animal in heat and he suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards making her neck feel as if it were going to snap.
Holding onto her tresses, he banged into her with his balls slapping against her numb ass cheeks. Her poor asshole! She felt as if it were going to rip open any minute and loads of shit would come flying out of her! His cock was just too much for her little asshole, but he wouldn't stop or even slow down! He was like a maniac.
Suddenly, Tim started to scream and pulled Jo's head back even further. "My head, you're breaking my neck, Tim. Please!" Jo pleaded, as he fucked her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Tim screamed, as Jo felt a hot ocean of come shoot into her asshole. She thought for sure it had poured into her stomach and up her throat!
The juice started pouring down her thighs and into the pouring water in the shower. As she lay on her stomach, face down, she saw the rivlets of come pouring down the drain. She thought it would never end. He must have had an ocean stored up in his scrotum.
Slowing down his pumping, Tim finally let go of Jo's head and allowed her to lay it down on the porcelain floor of the shower. It was so sore from his jerking motions she didn't think she'd be able to turn her head for a week.
Jo felt his huge tool pulling out of her asshole and heard slurping, squishing noises as he finally pulled the entire rod out. She felt as if a huge hole had been drilled into her ass and it would never again close.
Collapsing on top of Jo's back as she lay numb upon the shower floor, Tim let out a moan of contentment that sounded extremely satisfied.
"Shit, Tim! You fucked the shit out of my asshole! I can't move. I probably won't be able to take a normal shit for weeks!" she commented, trying to turn her head from under his weight.
"Oh, that was so good, Jo! It felt so nice!" he sighed, laying on her back as if it were the most comfortable bed in the world.
"Tim, my ass is killing me and I can't stand being crushed into the shower floor any longer. Please let me get up and out of the shower," she pleaded, trying to get him off of her aching back.
"A minute more, Jo. Just stay still for a minute more till I get my head back on my shoulders," he chuckled softly.
"Oh, shit, Tim! Can't you get your head back on out of the shower?" she asked, obviously very uncomfortable.
"All right, I'll get off of you!" he said, a bit annoyed.
"Thanks, that's very kind of you," she remarked, sarcastically.
Tim lifted himself off of Jo's back and stepped out of the shower and onto the bathroom rug, reaching over and grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall.
"Ohhh, I can't move," Jo exclaimed from the shower as she tried to lift herself up off the porcelain floor. "I'm crippled for life!"
Turning towards the shower and grabbing hold of Jo's waist, Tim started to lift her up off the floor. Trying to get on her feet, Jo reached for the sides of the shower and held on till she felt secure enough to stand alone.
Standing on her feet, Tim continued holding onto her waist until he knew she was all right. "My legs feel weak," she commented, standing quite still for a few moments.
Suddenly, Tim lifted her up off her feet and into his arms as he grabbed a towel and carried her into the bedroom. Lying Jo down on the large bed, Tim gently began to dry her lovely body and beautiful hair. Looking down at the beautiful young woman, a broad, happy smile swept over his face.
"What are you smiling about, you creep?" Jo laughed, pinching Tim's cheek. "I may never shit again because of you!"
"You'll be okay, I promise," he smiled, reaching down for her tit and giving her nipple a big, wet kiss.
When Tim had dried Jo off completely she got up from the bed and went downstairs to check and see if all the doors were locked. Returning upstairs, Jo arrived back in her bedroom, only to find Tim sleeping like a baby. Covering his muscular body with a quilt, Jo crawled into bed next to him and floated off into a relaxing, sound sleep.
Jo rushed around the house like a maniac, straightening up and calling various people who were putting together the party for her Sunday night. She and Tim had gotten up quite early in the morning and Tim had headed for home as soon as he had his breakfast.
Finally deciding that she would never have time to clean the entire house, Jo decided to call in a domestic to take over for her. Flipping through her phone book for the phone number of the agency that handled domestic help, Jo suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Rushing towards the door and opening it, she was quite surprised to see young Jim Gore's face, smiling happily and looking lovely. "Well, I didn't know you were going to come down here this morning sweetheart. I thought we were supposed to call you?" questioned Jo.
"Oh, I know, but I thought it might be easier if I came down here and met you guys and we all drove back to Topanga together. It isn't terribly easy to find my place and I thought you might have some trouble," he explained, still standing in the doorway.
"Well, come in. Why the hell are we talking in the doorway," Jo laughed, grabbing Jim by the arm.
The phone rang as Jim and Jo entered the living room and Jo was positive that it would be Jan Palmer. Picking up the receiver, Jo was again surprised by the sound of Sue's voice.
"Hi, Jo?" Sue questioned, "it's Sue."
"This morning is just full of surprises, isn't it?" said Jo, quite happily.
"I know you were expecting to hear from Jan. I'll call her in a minute. I was just calling because she had mentioned the plans you guys had for today and I was just wondering if I could come along. I have to drive her over to your place since she's too young to drive herself, and I thought if it wasn't going to be any kind of a hassle, maybe I could go up to Topanga with you and Jan?" she asked, shyly.
"I don't see why not. I think that would be really nice. Jim just came over a minute ago and he's going to take us and protect us from all the wild coyotes up in Topanga," Jo laughed.
Putting her palm over the receiver, Jo whispered over to Jim. "It's Sue, Jan's sister, she wants to know if she can come along?"
"Sure," Jim smiled.
"Well, why don't you girls hit the road and get over here as soon as you can. I have a few things to do for the party, but I think I'll have everything wrapped up by the time you get here," Jo explained.
"Super. We're on our way, see you in a bit," Sue replied, happily.
Hanging up the receiver, Jo walked into the kitchen and started to heat up the morning pot of coffee she had made for Tim. Attempting to clear the sink of the dishes that had accummulated over the last day, Jo finally decided to just leave everything and get the cleaning woman in as soon as possible.
Walking into the living room and returning to her phone book, she dialed the domestic agency and asked them to send her a cleaning woman as soon as possible or she would set her house on fire.
"I haven't had a chance to touch a thing in this house, for the time we've been away and shooting and I can't bear the thought of trying to get the place clean when I don't know where to start," she explained to Jim. "It's much easier and quicker to get a cleaning woman."
"Why not?" he smiled, walking into the kitchen and sitting by the counter watching Jo pour the coffee. As Jo put the pot back on the stove, she suddenly felt a pair of strong hands crawl around her tiny waist.
Turning slowly, she looked into Jim's smiling face and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey, is that all I get?" he asked, a look of disappointment on his face.
Reaching for his lips with her soft, lovely mouth she gave him a warm, affectionate kiss and pushed him aside. "That's it for now, baby. We're going to have our coffee, then I have our coffee, then I have a few calls to make and I'm sure by then the girls will be here, ready to go to Topanga," Jo explained, winking at the horny young boy.
Sitting at the kitchen counter and sipping their hot, black coffee the two of them starting staring at the beautiful, rolling ocean outside.
"It's really gorgeous, isn't it?" Jo asked, staring into the ocean as if she were hypnotized.
"It sure is," Jim admitted, bringing his cup to his lips.
"I love living by the ocean. It gives me such a feeling of freedom, space! I feel so close to something supernatural! There's something about the ocean that I can't explain. I've always loved the ocean, ever since I was a little girl. I would lookout into the water for hours and wonder what was on the other side," Jo said, a smile coming over her beautiful face.
Suddenly they heard a car pull into the driveway. Turning around Jim and Jo saw the two young sisters getting out of their car and walking towards the front door.
Jim got up from the counter stool and started walking towards the front door while Jo cleared the cups away and put them in the sink.
"Hi," smiled, Jan as she saw Jim open the door.
"Well, how's it going ladies?" he asked, bowing like a butler and directing them into the living room. "Any trouble getting here?" he asked, following them into the room.
"Oh, no!" replied Sue. 'The freeway wasn't too bad and we made it in twenty minutes."
"Hi, girls!" Jo yelled from the kitchen. "Get here all right?"
"Fine," smiled Sue, walking into the kitchen to give Jo a peck on the cheek.
"I have to make a couple of phone calls to make sure everything is all straightened out for the party tomorrow and then we're off to Topanga for a day of sunshine and fun," she smiled, heading for the phone.
As Jo took care of her calls, the girls and Jim sat in the living room chatting away about the film. Looking at the two young girls, Jim couldn't help notice how extremely lovely they both were. And the first thing he had noticed about both of them were the incredible bodies they both had. For two young girls they were built like Playboy pin-up girls. They were really stacked! Jim wasn't a tit man himself, but these two sisters had boobs that were made to be noticed!
"I think you girls are going to really like Topanga. Do you ride at all?" he asked, looking directly at Jan's tits.
"I used to ride every week, but this past year I've been so busy with my school work and my film courses, I really haven't had the time," she explained.
"I have a horse that I keep on my property and if you'd like you can go out for a ride in the canyon. You may have to fight with my brother, though. He's a riding nut and he spends three-quarters of the time he stays with me on that horse," Jim laughed.
"I didn't know you had a brother living with you?" Sue said.
"He stays with me a lot in the summertime. However, it's much nicer for him up there than it is in Beverly Hills. So he spends a couple of months with me during the summer," Jim explained.
"How old is he?" Jim inquired, curiously. "Fourteen," Jim replied. "What's his name?" Sue asked. "Greg."
Jo hung up the receiver and walked into the living room and stood in the middle of the floor. "Okay, I think we can take off, kids. Just let me find my bag and my keys and I think that's it," she said, frantically running through the house.
When Jo had gotten her belongings together and made sure the doors were all locked, the little crew headed out the door and piled into Jim's jeep.
"This is a great jeep!" Jo exclaimed, jumping into the back.
"It's the only thing to have when you live up in the canyons," Jim explained. "Between the mud slides, the hills and the mountains, I figured this was the only thing that made any sense up there."
The ride up to Topanga was lovely. It was a beautifully sunny day and the mountains looked like a painting. As the jeep got deeper into the canyon the girls noticed that more and more people were on horseback rather than in cars.
"This is just gorgeous!" Jo cried, turning her head from side to side, trying not to miss a thing.
The two girls were sitting in the back with their mouths open, fascinated by the lifestyle of the people who lived in the canyon.
"How long have you lived here, Jim?" Sue asked, looking at the window.
"About three years now," he replied, driving up a steep road.
Jim pulled into a dirt driveway off a narrow road and stopped the jeep. They all piled out and stood still, looking around at the mountains and hills surrounding them on all sides.
"It's beautiful!" Jan whispered, looking ahead at a huge mountain of red stone.
"This is it, ladies," Jim exclaimed, leading the way to his house.
Entering the house, which was entirely wood and glass, the girls looked around as if they were moving in to live. It wasn't very large, but it was a nice size for Jim. He had three bedrooms and a living room. There was a beautiful brick fireplace in the living room and the furniture was very colonial. It had a warm, comfortable feel to it.
"Oh, Jim, this is just lovely," Jo said, walking around the house. "I'm really glad you invited us up here. I think I'll come visit you more often," she winked, as Sue looked at her with rage in her eyes.
"I'm going outside to get my bag," Sue said. "I left it in the jeep." Walking out of the house and heading for the jeep, Sue saw that Jo was following her. Ignoring Jo's presence and opening the door of the jeep, Sue reached in the back and grabbed her bag. A hand pulled her by the shoulder and quickly turned her around, slapping her across her face.
"I won't take any of your shit today, Sue. Do you understand me?" Jo strained her voice in a loud whisper. "I thought we could all have a good time today and if you start pulling that shit on me I swear I'll leave here right now!"
Not answering, Sue stood there looking into the woman's eyes as tears started to well up in her own.
"What's wrong with you? Are you that insecure that I can't open my mouth around another person? You're not my whole life, Sue! I care about you! You know that! I've told you that, dammit! What do you want me to do?" Jo's face was turning red and her voice was getting angrier and angrier.
"Either you cut this shit out or you and I won't see each other again. I mean it, Sue! If you don't believe me, just try me and see!" she threatened, stomping away from the jeep and returning to the house.
Throwing her bag over her shoudler, Sue walked to the back of the house where she saw Jim's horse grazing. Quietly walking toward the animal, she gently patted his head and started to cry. The girl knew Jo was right! She knew she was getting carried away, but she just couldn't control her emotions! She loved Jo and wanted her solely for herself and couldn't bear to see anyone else attempt to get close to her, or for Jo to show any kind of attraction toward another person.
She realized she was wrong and she would have to do something about it soon or she would lose Jo Ross forever. Sitting down on the grass and thinking about her situation, Sue decided she had to take some steps toward allowing herself to stop demanding and smothering Jo. It was wrong and she had absolutely no right to do it.
Jo did care for her and she knew it! There was no reason for her to doubt Jo and to get insanely jealous of anyone else that Jo showed the least bit of attraction toward. Didn't Sue look at other women, especially lately? Every other pretty girl on the street was getting eyed by Sue. There had been at least a dozen girls she had lusted after in the past week!
This had to stop! She would start right now! The only way their relationship would last would be if Sue got a grip on herself and stopped smothering Jo with her demands and jealousy.
Sue heard someone approaching her from the back door of the house. Looking up, she was quite happy to see Jo. Reaching Sue, Jo extended her arm and Sue took her hand. Rising from the grass they started to walk toward the woods.
"Where's Jan and Jim?" Sue asked, nervously.
"Jim just took her for a ride up into Red Rock Canyon. They're going to film a while so Jim can show Jan a few things about lighting," Jo explained, putting her arm around Sue and hugging her close to her side. Coming to a small stream running down the mountains and flowing through the canyon, the girls sat down and took their shoes off so they could wade in the stream.
Climbing over the moss-covered rocks and giggling like two six-year-olds, the girls splashed each other and jumped from stone to stone. Slipping on the moss, Jo suddenly fell into the stream and didn't move for a full minute.
"Jo! Jo!" Sue screamed, frantically. "Oh, Jo!" she panicked, running toward the young woman's lovely body.
Reaching down and grabbing her head, Jo suddenly let out a peal of laughter and pulled Sue down into the stream with her. Rolling in the water and wrestling with each other, they suddenly stopped to catch their breath.
Jo turned her head and looked into the young girl's eyes. "I do love you, Sue. I want you to know that, but I don't want to have to tell you every time you have a fit of jealousy run through you," Jo explained, throwing her arms around the young girl's neck.
"Jo, Jo, I won't do that to you ever again, I promise. I've decided that I'm being silly and immature and it's going to stop. I realize there are other people in your life. And I do know that you do care for me. I'm going to change, Jo, I promise," she smiled, kissing Jo on the lips.
Staring into each other's eyes and holding on to each other tightly, the two young women began to caress and kiss passionately. Jo flicked her tongue around Sue's mouth and started to grind into her young, shapely body.
Unzipping her jeans, Jo reached her hand inside the trousers and searched for Sue's sweet pussy. Pulling the material of her panties out of the way, she moved her fingers into the moist, hungry snatch. Moans of desire escaped Sue's young mouth and she guided Jo's hand further into her box.
Feeling a bit nervous, Jo looked around to see if anyone was near. Still feeling uncomfortable and wondering how long Jim and Jan would be gone, Jo looked at Sue and hugged her.
"I want to make love to you, honey, but it's no good here. Later, when we go back to my place," she smiled, rubbing he girl's pretty face. "I have to have you today. That much I know!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Riding back down through the canyon in Jim's jeep, the girls chatted about the events of the day. As Jim concentrated on the road, straining to see through the darkness and fog, he smiled at the delightful chatter of the ladies.
"Oh, look," Jan shouted, jumping up and down in the back. "What is it?" she questioned Jim.
"A coyote!" he said, taking his eyes off the road for a split second.
"I've never seen a coyote before. Do you see them often up here?" Sue asked.
"Pretty often. They only come around at night. They're looking for food."
As the jeep finally rolled out of the mountains and onto the Pacific Coast highway, the lights and energy of the city hit them. Riding along the highway, the sound of the ocean waves rolling hit their ears.
"Oh that sounds beautiful," Jo sighed, looking in the direction of the ocean, but only seeing darkness and an occasional day glow flash of a wave rolling in.
"It must be super to live so close to the Ocean," Sue said, almost to herself.! They all fell into a heavy silence for a few moments. Driving along, Jo looked at the clock in he jeep and noticed that it was almost ten-thirty.
"Listen, why don't you girls call your folks and tell them that you're staying over at my place," Jo said, turning to the two sisters in the back of the jeep. "I would feel much better if you stayed over and went home tomorrow. It's too late for you to start heading for home on the freeway with those Saturday night maniacs on the road," Jo explained, maternally.
"All right," Sue agreed. "I'll call them as soon as we get to your place."
"Is that alright with you, Jan?" Jo asked, smiling at the young girl.
"Fine with me. I'd really tike to stay over. In the morning I can get up and jump right into the ocean! Super!" she smiled, glowing like a child who's just been given a new toy to play with.
They were soon approaching Jo's house and pulling into the driveway. As the girls started to pile out, Jo turned to Jim and gave him a warm smile. "Would you tike to come in for some coffee or something?" she asked, stepping onto the pavement.
"Oh, thanks, but I really think I ought to start back up the canyon. The fog is getting pretty heavy and it'll be three times as bad up there. I'll take a rain check," he smiled as Jo closed the door and waved.
When the girls realized that Jim wasn't coming into thf house, they ran back to the jeep and both girls gave Jim a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful day.
"We'll see you tomorrow, right?" Jo yelled, as Jim started to pull out of the driveway.
"Right! About what time?" Jim asked, stopping the jeep.
"Anywhere from seven-thirty on," Jo said, opening the front door for the girls.
Jim sped off the highway and out of sight as Jo closed the front door and locked it. The agency had obviously sent a cleaning woman that afternoon since the house was neat as a pin. Walking to the back porch and heading for the Purple Heart plant, Jo picked up the pot and found the set of keys she left there for the cleaning woman.
Jo opened the sliding doors in the back of the house and let the ocean air fill the rooms. It smelled so fresh and clean, Jo stood there and inhaled for about live minutes.
"The ocean! My love!" she cooed, wrapping her arms around herself and swaying back and forth.
The two sisters were in the refrigerator preparing a mini-feast. Throwing everything they found onto two slices of bread, they made themselves sandwiches that looked like towers.
"Jo, do you want a sandwich?" Sue asked, smearing mustard on her top slice of bread.
"No, thanks, honey," Jo replied, breathing in the air as deeply as she could.
"Hey, Jo, can we have some of this wine in the fridge?" Jan asked, holding a bottle of Bolla wine in her hand.
"Sure, have yourself a feast!" Jo laughed, turning to watch this spectacle.
Jo walked over to the kitchen table and poured herself and the girls a large glass of red wine as she watched the two sisters try to stuff their huge sandwiches into their mouths.
"I think you're both going to have a case of the aching jaws tomorrow," she laughed, bringing her glass to her lips and gulping down the dry wine.
"That fresh air up in the canyon gave me some appetite!" Sue said, between bites.
"Oh, did it?" Jo asked, coyly, looking deeply into Sue's eyes as she took down another slug of wine.
"Yes, it did," Sue smiled, taking her tongue and licking her lips.
While Sue and Jo were busy seducing each other with their gestures, Jan was happily gulping down half the bottle of red wine. Suddenly, standing up and walking over to the sink to wash her dish, Jan felt the alcohol rush to her head. Holding on to the edge of the sink and standing quite still for a moment she picked her head up and started to feel it spin.
After a few moments Jan was fine and very happy that she didn't have to call for help from Jo or her sister. Washing her dish and looking out toward the ocean, Jan felt marvelous. She didn't have a care in the world and everything seemed just beautiful!
Turning toward the kitchen table she suddenly realized that Jo and Sue were gone. Looking into the next room, she saw that it was empty and figured they were upstairs.
Jan cleared away the dishes that Sue had left on the table and put all the food away. After tidying up, she went into the living room and started browsing through Jo's collection of albums. Finding an old rock album that she really loved, she put it on the stereo and sat down on he couch with a magazine.
Flipping through the pages, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Jo's face and stopped to read what the article was about. It was an interview by a famous journalist who worked for a woman's magazine. The few pictures they used of Jo were gorgeous.
Staring at the pictures, Jan couldn't get over how beautiful the photographs were. Jo was an incredible-looking woman! The first thing you saw when you looked at her beautiful face were those emerald-green eyes, just staring out from her lovely head.
Jan really admired Jo and how she had worked herself from absolutely nothing to the position she was in today. She wasn't a star, by Hollywood standards, but she definitely was successful and had come a long way from Minnesota and her fatherless home.
"Jan!" a voice called from upstairs. "Come on upstairs!"
Wondering what Jo and Sue were up to, Jan left the couch and started up the stairs. As she reached the top of the second-floor landing, she suddenly heard some strange noises coming from the bedroom to the right of the stairs.
Walking toward the door, she slowly pushed it open and peeked in. There, on the bed, were her sister and Jo! Both young women were naked as the day they were born and lying on top of one another, kissing.
Not saying a word, but continuing to stare, Jan just stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open. Feeling her presence in the room, Jo suddenly looked up. Seeing Jan, she smiled and gestured for her to come nearer to the bed.
Looking at her sister, Sue laughed at the shocked look on her face. "Are you okay, Jan?" Sue asked, her arms around Jo's waist.
"Sure, I'm okay. Why shouldn't I be?" she asked, nervously.
"You do look a bit baffled," Sue commented, squeezing Jo's waist and drawing her closer. "You shouldn't be, though. You were the one who told me that you heard Jo Ross was bisexual, didn't you?"
"Yes," she replied. "Who said I'm shocked?" she yelled, almost in anger.
"Well, excuse me," Sue said, turning her head.
Looking at the young girl, Jo took her arm and smiled. "I'd like for you to join us, Jan? Would you like this?" Jo asked, holding onto Jan's arm.
Making no reply and no gesture, Jan just stood looking at the two females.
"Well, if you don't want to join us, get the fuck out of here and go downstairs and listen to your fucking records!" Sue screamed, throwing a pillow at her younger sister.
"Don't be such a bitch, Sue," Jo said, grabbing the girl's hands to stop her from throwing anything else.
"I don't want her in here if she's going to stand there and gawk at us like we're some kind of freaks!" Sue screamed, her face turned scarlet red.
"I think Jan really does want to join us, don't you, Jan? She's just a little inhibited right now, isn't that it, Jan?" Jo questioned.
"Go downstairs, bitch! Are you a mute! Can't you answer!" her older sister screamed, attempting to get off the bed and bodily attack her sister, but being forced down by Jo.
Suddenly, tears started to run down Jan's cheeks. She still stood in the same spot she had been in since she entered the room. Looking at Jo and then at her older sister, she walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Oh, she's alive! She can move!" Sue teased, smacking her sister on the back.
Jo reached over and started to rub Jan's head. "She doesn't mean it, Jan. Just ignore it," Jo saill, as the tears ran down the young girl's face.
Turning the girl around and holding her in her arms, Jo began to kiss her forehead and rock her back and forth. As Jo held the girl and calmed her down, her sister began to undo the zipper of her jeans. Looking down at her sister, tears streaming down her face, the young girl didn't say a word.
Slowly starting to unbutton Jan's blouse, Jo removed the garment as slowly and carefully as she could, still holding the girl in her arms. Simultaneously, Sue was roughly pulling down her young sister's jeans.
"Sue, will you take it easy? We're not in a race, you know," Jo repremanded.
"Hurry up and get her fucking clothes off and stop treating her like a baby," Sue yelled, throwing the jeans across the room.
"Sue, you're a bitch! I don't know when you developed this cold front! I regret having been so rough with you when I first took you and looking at you now, I really wonder what the fuck I did to you," Jo exclaimed. "I was always a bitch with young girls, and I decided after you that I was going to change that."
"Stop laying all the bullshit on me, Jo. Just help me get her undressed," Sue said, grabbing for Jan's panties.
Taking hold of Sue's hand, Jo stopped her next movement. "Now, I want to do that." Gently placing her fingers into the waistband of Jan's panties, Jo gently began to slide them down her long, lean sun-tanned legs. Looking at her sandy-haired thin, sweet bush, Jo felt a smile spread across her beautiful face.
Jan's head was suddenly snapped back by her sister's strong hand and thrown down on the bed. Throwing her panties on the bedroom carpet, Jo started rubbing the young, lean legs as she sat between Jan's calves.
"You have a beautiful body, Jan," Jo cooed, rubbing higher and higher, until she finally reached the smooth, creamy thighs of Jan's body.
Looking down at her younger sister, Sue suddenly smiled. "Yeah, I always thought my little sister had a fabulous body. We're all stacked pretty good in my family. Get that from old Mom!" Sue laughed, starting to massage her sister's tits.
Closing her eyes, Jan started to squirm as she felt Jo's hand begin to rub up and down her pussy. Jo took her index finger and started to play with Jan's clit, while her left hand was busy rubbing gently at her ass crack.
"You have a sweet little pussy," Jo said, continuing to rub up and down.
Suddenly, Jo felt a wet, soft licking sensation down her back. Turning quickly, she saw Sue sitting behind her, running her tongue playfully down Jo's smooth, tan back.
"I'm going to eat you up," Sue laughed, running her tongue down Jo's back and down into her ass crack. "I'm going to wash out your asshole and pussy with my tongue," she informed Jo.
"That sounds great," Jo purred, pushing her ass back into Sue's face as she felt her tongue go down into her asshole. "Go on and eat it all up!" she whispered, wiggling her body on the bed as she continued to finger Jan's pussy.
Sue suddenly pushed Jo down on top of Jan, giving herself better access to Jo's asshole. Jo kept her fingers intact, and was now face to face with Jan's two, massive, appetizing tits.
"Oh, these look good," Jo said, reaching with her mouth and grabbing the right nipple. Sucking the bud into her mouth, she massaged it with her tongue as her fingers began to climb further into Jan's pussy.
Sue removed her mouth from Jo's asshole for a moment to give Jo a vital piece of information. "Jan isn't a virgin so you don't have to be so careful with her."
Turning toward Sue, Jo grinned and said, "You were a pure, clean virgin and your little sister has been broken already."
"She was a lot faster than I was," Sue said. "When I was sitting home reading books and watching television Jan was out getting laid."
"My, my, she must have been an awfully early bloomer," Jo said, realizing Jan's age at the moment.
"Jan lost her cherry when she was twelve years old," informed Sue.
"Then we have ourselves an experienced woman of the world. What was all the crying bullshit before?" Jo asked.
"That's why she pissed me off! It was a lot of bullshit!" Sue hissed.
Hearing this, Jan picked up her head and looked at the two ladies at the bottom of the bed. "I've never had a woman before, Sue. It wasn't bullshit! You can go fuck yourself, you bitch!" she screamed.
"Temper, temper," Jo scolded pushing the girl's head back onto the bed. "I'm a bit disappointed. I thought I was going to get a cherry and now I find I have a woman of the world on my hands!" Jo commented, pushing her fingers into Jan's cunt forcefully.
"She had a twenty-five-year-old hippie take her cherry. I think my little sister has had more men in her little pussy than a Los Angeles hooker," Sue blurted, nastily.
"You're full of shit, Sue," Jan shouted. "You're just jealous, anyway," Jan snapped, spitefully.
"Of what? All your fucking men! Don't make me laugh, little sister," she smirked.
"All the fucking men you've never had!" Jan screamed.
"You can have your fucking men! I want women! I want a woman making love to my pussy, not some dirty shitty man!"
Jo was sitting directly in the middle of this chaos with her fingers still in Jan's pussy. "All right, that's enough, you two! Cool it! Stop all this petty bullshit and let's enjoy each other!"
Jo resumed her sucking of Jan's nipples and started to pump her fingers in Jan's pussy with a frantic force. Jan took her legs off the bed and spread her thighs, giving Jo better access to her pussy.
"That's a good girl, Jan," Jo purred, pumping her fingers frantically in and out of the girl's pussy.
Sue grabbed the back of Jo's thighs and spread them as wide as she could without causing Jo any discomfort. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, she parted them and reached down with her tongue to wash the puckered, brown hole.
Sue took her middle finger and in one hard thrust plunged it into Jo's cunt with absolutely no warning.
"Ohhhh!" Jo screamed, squirming on top of Jan as her older sister started fingerfucking Jo's pussy. "Get more than one finger up there, Sue!" Jo ordered.
Meanwhile, Jo had three of her fingers plunging into Jan's pussy as she sucked and nibbled on the young girl's nipples. Starting with the brown, little bud of a nipple, Jo suddenly sucked more and more tit flesh into her mouth until her entire mouth was filled with tit. She sucked so hard, her teeth started to rub against Jan's tender tit.
"Ohh, that's starting to hurt, Jo," Jan informed her, grabbing hold of Jo's head and trying to get Jo to spit out some of her tit flesh.
"Oh, but it tastes so good, I want to eat you," Jo moaned, fingerfucking Jan faster and faster.
"Keep on sucking my nipples," Jan ordered, picking up her right tit and placing the nipple into Jo's mouth. "It's just the right size and it's not too much for your mouth. This way your teeth don't hurt my tit," she informed her.
Jo started sucking so frantically, that saliva started dribbling down her chin. Looking down, Jan saw her runny mouth and wiped Jo's chin with the back of her hand.
Down at the bottom of the bed Sue had worked her way between Jo's thighs. With her head between Jo's legs, her tongue was washing over Jo's pussy, moving up and down and in and out of every cavity she could find.
Gently, Sue reached for Jo's clit and pulled on it with her teeth. She was very careful not to press hard and only held it softly while her tongue washed the little penis.
"Mmmmm," Jo moaned, starting to pump her pussy down into Sue's face. "That's so good. Oh, Sue, do it! I want more! Harder!" she commanded, squirming down the bed and dragging Jan with her.
Jo suddenly wiggled down to give Sue better access to her pussy and also to enable Jo to obtain access to Jan's lovely little box.
"I'm going to give your pussy a working out like it's never had by any fucking man!" Jo warned, a smile covering her gorgeous face.
Placing her head between Jan's thighs, she nudged her head into the girl's crotch and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Flicking out her long tongue, she started to push into Jan's pussy with such force that Jan began lifting her ass up off the bed.
"Ohhh, shit! Jo!" Jan yelled, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. "Suck me, hard!"
Jo took hold of the young girl's thighs and pushed them back onto her tits, opening Jan's pussy to capacity. She plunged down and dug her tongue back into the girl's pussy, working it deeper and deeper.
Jan started humping her pussy into Jo's face while she frantically tossed her head from side to side. Reaching down, she grabbed Jo's head and gripped it between her two, smooth hands.
"Suck meeeeeeeee!" she screamed, throwing her legs into the air and kicking like a maniac.
Sue was still between Jo's legs, sucking out her pussy with a vengeance. Jo was trying to hold out, but knew she was going to explode any minute. The girl's tongue was working so hard and moving so fast that Jo thought it felt like a fucking lead pipe.
While Jo sucked with all her might on the younger sister's pussy, suddenly a river of come started to fill Jo's mouth as the girl came with such a massive load of come that Jo thought she was going to choke.
That was all she needed! She couldn't hold on any longer. Jo shot a load that was like a hose! She heard Sue trying desperately to suck every drop of Jo's come, but she knew the girl would inevitably have to sacrifice some to the sheets. Sue slurped up every drop she could keeping her mouth firmly attached to Jo's pussy.
All three girls lie panting and gasping for air on the large king-sized bed. Jo and Sue had come dripping from the sides of their mouths and Jan still had her legs held up in the air, looking as if she were ready to go for another bout.
Moaning and groaning and wiggling on the bed, legs flying, Jan looked like a cat in heat. "I want more!" she yelled, kicking her legs up in the air. "Somebody suck me!" she demanded.
"Slow down, little sister," said Sue. "Take a break, will ya," she suggested, looking at Jo and laughing.
Jo jumped off the bed and walked into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and relieving herself. Keeping the door wide open, she looked into the bedroom and spoke to Sue.
"The sheets on the bed in the room where you and Jan are going to sleep need to be changed. They're probably musty from the dampness of the ocean. There are-"
"Can't I sleep with you, Jo?" Sue interrupted, sitting on the edge of the large bed.
Looking at the pretty, young girl and smiling, Jo replied, "All right, you little con artist. But go in there and change the sheets for your sister. I don't think she'll feel up to it just yet," Jo laughed.
Quickly rising to her feet, a smile from ear to ear, Sue dashed towards the hall closet and took out a set of clean sheets. Racing towards the guest bedroom she changed the sheets in thirty seconds flat and was back in Jo's bedroom.
Glancing towards the bed, Jo and Sue saw that Jan was sound asleep, looking content as a big, fat cat. "Well, thank goodness she's a lightweight," laughed Jo.
The two girls each grabbed a part of her anatomy and carried Jan into the guest bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, Jo grabbed a quilt and covered her up, giving her a loving kiss on the lips.
Returning to her bedroom, Jo climbed into bed and crawled underneath the blankets, cuddling up with Sue to retain some body heat. It was an exceptionally cool night for Los Angeles and the ocean breezes were blowing quite heavily.
Hugging each other tightly, they embraced warmly and fell into an affectionate, goodnight kiss. Squeezing one of Sue's large tits, Jo smiled. "So that's your little sister, huh?" she laughed, giving Sue a loving squeeze.
CHAPTER SIX
There were at least a half a dozen people scurrying around the house setting up tables and arranging food and drinks and all the other requirements for a terribly lush, extravagant party.
Jo had hired a French caterer who had everything from soup to nuts, and came equipped for a party on the Queen Mary. Four beautiful French women ran around the living room setting the punches and liquor up, while two handsome young Frenchmen were busy in the large porch in the back of the house laying out all sorts of appetizers and treats.
The French cook had prepared a feast for this party and there was something for everyone. As Jo watched the two young Frenchmen pulling out a large, oblong table for the main dishes, she saw in the kitchen, on the formica counter, a large turkey, covered with pineapples, roast ribs of beef, a platter of broiled fish, lobster, duck and filet mignon. Of course, everything was smothered in a French wine sauce.
Running into the house through the back porch sliding doors, Jan and Sue came dripping into the living room. "Oh, wow!" this looks like a Roman feast! How decadent! laughed Sue, walking through the house and eyeing all the tables filled with drinks and food.
"Well, I don't think anyone will leave this party hungry!" laughed Jo, watching the cook prepare all the meats and place them on platters.
"I doubt it," said Jan, her mouth hanging open in amazement.
"How was the water, girls?" asked Jo, looking at their dripping bodies.
"Oh, heaven!" sighed Sue. 'This has got to be the loveliest time of day to go for a swim in the ocean."
"I think you both ought to head upstairs and get out of those wet suits and start getting dressed. It's almost six thirty, and in another hour people will start arriving and I'd like you both downstairs."
"We'll be dressed in a jiffy," said Jan, running up the stairs, followed by her sister.
Jo walked to the back of the house and sat down on the porch. She watched how professionally the crew of caterers were working and decided there was definitely an art to cooking and giving a nice party.
"You're going to have lots of people, tonight, no?" asked a lovely, young French girl.
"I have a feeling I'm going to have more than I expected," smiled Jo, eyeing the girl's beautiful, shapely body.
As the girl kept arranging the platters on the table, she leaned over and reached for a large bowl of punch. Watching the girl's every movement, Jo saw the young girl's mini-skirt rise all the way up her thighs. She had a pair of legs that should have been in a commercial for stockings.
"This is a lovely house," the girl commented, her French accent not terribly thick, but noticeable.
"Thank you. I'm very happy here. I love living by the ocean," she commented, looking out of the glass doors and into the vastness of the Pacific.
"Oh, oui," she smiled. 'The ocean is very magical!"
"Yes, that's it exactly," Jo smiled, looking at the young girl intently.
"I too, live by the ocean and it fascinates me very much," she said.
"Where do you live?" asked Jo, curiously.
"I live in Venice, on the beach."
"What's your name?" asked Jo, feeling a strong desire to get acquainted with the pretty French girl.
"Regina," she smiled, showing a set of beautiful white teeth.
"My name is Jo. I'm very glad to meet you."
"I know you will have a lovely party here tonight," chatted Regina. "Francois has done much work for this party and everything has come out just perfect."
"Is Francois the chef?" questioned Jo.
"Oui, he is a magnificent chef, too," she informed Jo. "He has catered for some of the biggest people in Los Angeles, and he also worked for some of the best restaurants before he went out on his own."
"Well, I'm very glad to hear that," said Jo. "Now I'm sure the party will be perfect."
"Oui, it will be a wonderful party, Mademoiselle," Regina smiled.
"Regina, I would like very much if you came to my party tonight. There'll be many, many interesting people that you might enjoy meeting."
"Oh, Mademoiselle! That's very kind of you to invite me!"
"Do you think you'd like to come, Regina?" inquired Jo.
"Oh, oui, oui,!" she replied, excitedly.
"Fine, then you can leave here now and go home to change for the party," ordered Jo.
"But I don't think I can leave. Monssieur Francois will be very angry with me if I don't finish setting up the tables and also I think I am one of the girls who was chosen to stay and serve tonight," she informed Jo, disappointment filling her voice.
"Don't you worry about Mousieur Francois. I'll take care of him. You run along and get changed," Jo smiled.
"But, Mademoiselle, I'm afraid. I don't want to lose my job, please."
"I said I would take care of it, Regina. I am paying Monsieur an incredible amount of money for this party, Regina and for tonight you will do as I say," Jo smiled, pushing the young girl out of the room.
Walking into the kitchen Jo approached the chef and asked him to step into the living room for a minute.
"Francois, I would like to use Regina as a hostess, more or less, tonight. I want her to be dressed and not serving, but mingling in the crowd and looking her loveliest," Jo said, a definite tone of authority in her voice.
Francois, looking at Regina, and then at Jo, suddenly smiled and nodded his head. "Whatever you wish, Miss Ross. This is your party and your every wish is my command," he bowed, charmingly.
"Okay, I want you to run along now and change your clothes," Jo said, hurrying Regina out of the house.
Grabbing her jacket, and starting for the front door, Regina suddenly slowed down and turned towards Jo.
"What's the matter, Regina?" Jo inquired. "Francois isn't annoyed and there's nothing for you to worry about. Go on!"
"No, that isn't it, Miss Ross. You see, well, I'm ashamed!"
"Ashamed of what?" Jo asked, impatiently.
"I have nothing that I can wear to the party tonight," she admitted, bowing her head and looking down at the floor.
"Oh, you silly girl," Jo laughed, taking the French beauty and throwing her arm around her shoulder. "Run upstairs to my bedroom, the first door on the right at the top of the stairs. There's a wall-to-wall closet up there filled with dresses and pants and anything you can possibly need. Look through and take whatever you like."
"Oh, Miss Ross! You're so kind! I don't know what to say!"
"Don't say anything. Just run upstairs and get yourself a lovely outfit for the party. And hurry! People will start arriving in about forty-five minutes."
Smiling ecstatically, the French lovely ran upstairs like a little girl going to her room to find a new toy! Jo smiled after the girl and shook her head. She was so sweet and innocent and again Jo's desire became strong.
Suddenly, realizing the time, Jo decided she had better get a move on and get herself ready for the big bash. Still not knowing what she was going to wear, she started thinking about all the hundreds of outfits she had stacked away in closets throughout the house.
One of Jo's many weaknesses was clothes. She couldn't resist buying new outfits, no matter how many she had stored away with the tickets on them and the packaging still wrapped around them.
She decided to take a little time to make sure everything was laid out to her liking and the check for the balance of her bill written out for Francois.
Looking at the two young Frenchmen, rushing through the house arranging the various paraphernalia, Jo decided that the women at the party, both young and old, would most definitely try to make them.
They were both extremely continental and handsome, with dark, long hair, and lovely chiseled faces. The outfits they had on looked as if they had been painted onto their lean bodies.
Walking towards Francois, Jo smiled and stood next to him. "Francois, what are the names of the young men who will be serving tonight?" she asked, very business-like.
"The taller one is Jean-Paul and the other is Alain," he smiled, returning to his work immediately.
Alain and Jean-Paul were definitely going to go over big with the ladies! They were certainly film material. Jo wondered if either of them were actors. There was something about a continental man that Jo couldn't explain if she wanted to. They just had something about them that was terribly sensual and physical.
Watching the two intently, Alain suddenly felt Jo's eyes staring. Looking up from his work, he looked at Jo inquisitively and then smiled. Smiling back, Jo felt a bit embarrassed. His face was definitely one for the cameras!
His eyes were large and just a bit slanted. He had incredibly long lashes and it almost looked as if he had mascara on. He was truly a painting.
Yes, Jo was sure that Alain and Jean-Paul were going to find themselves an added income tonight. She knew precisely which women would work on Alain and Jean-Paul. There were going to be a number of older actresses and agents who just couldn't resist a beautiful face and some continental charm. And most of them would be willing to pay a high price for it!
Jo had a feeling this was going to be a party that would be talked about for quite some time. And any extra services she could add, she was more than happy to supply. The thought which preoccupied her lusty craving was young, lovely Regina.
Jan and Sue came running down the stairs, both looking quite lovely. They, too, had raided Jo's wardrobe and both girls wore long skirts with halter tops. Sue's hair was piled up on top of her head and she looked extremely sophisticated and grown-up. Jan had curled her long, straight, blonde hair and it hung down in waves over her smooth shoulders like a drape.
"My, my, don't we look lovely tonight," Jo smiled, turning the girls around and showing her approval with her glowing, emerald eyes.
"Thanks to your collection of clothing," laughed Sue, walking through the living room as if she were going down the ramp of a St. Laurent fashion show.
"Do I look chic, darling?" she teased, spinning around and almost falling.
"I think you'd better concentrate on standing rather than doing any fancy, chic spins," joked Jo.
As the two girls started for the back porch, Jo scurried up the stairs and into her room. Regina was standing in front of the bedroom mirror examining a long, black, chiffon dress with a slit on the left side that ended at the top of the thigh.
"Well, you definitely have the body for that dress," advised Jo, staring at the young girl.
"Do you think it looks nice on me, Miss Ross," she asked, confused.
"Actually, I think it looks better on you than it does on me," said Jo.
"Oh, oo-la-la, I don't think so," she smiled, eyeing herself intently.
"I have just the thing to dress it up," Jo spoke, walking towards her bureau and opening up her jewelry box. Rummaging through the wooden box, Jo pulled out a beautiful silver chain with silver droplets hanging down. It looked like a silver collar that Cleopatra might have worn.
"Oh, Miss Ross!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. "Oh, I can't wear that!"
"Why not?" asked Jo, turning the girl around and putting the necklace on her.
The black dress was cut quite low in front and the silver droplets hung down Regina's chest and into her cleavage like a chest-shield. The young French girl looked ravishing! What a difference a dress and some jewelry could make, Jo thought.
"Now, your hair," suggested Jo. "I think you ought to put it on top of your head." Jo started brushing Regina's hair and trying out various styles.
Suddenly, pulling all her beautiful wavy, brown hair at the nape of her neck, Jo reached her head down and gently kissed the young girl on the back of the neck.
Staring at Jo in the mirror, her eyes a little baffled for the moment, Regina soon turned around and threw her arms around Jo in a passionate embrace. Their tender lips meeting, they kissed wildly as their tongues entwined in each other's mouth. Jo realized there would be no struggle with this French beauty. Jo's thoughts were confirmed. From the minute she set eyes on Regina she had a feeling the woman was a lover of the soft, warm female species.
As their heads twisted wildly and their tongues raced through each other's mouth, Jo reached down and nestled her hand inside the top of the chiffon dress. Reaching down and searching for the girl's breasts, she tried to be gentle, in order not to damage the dress.
Finally deciding it would be much easier and safer to just pull the dress over the lovely girl's head, Jo stood Regina up and wisked the dress up over her head and onto the bed.
Eyeing the French girl's massive, voluptuous breasts, Jo's mouth began to water. She wondered why she was so attracted to large breasts. She thought perhaps it was because she herself was not terribly big and the grass was always greener on the other side.
She loved having all that tit flesh to suck into her lovely mouth and eat up like a piece of filet mignon. Regina had very large, pink nipples that just waited to be sucked.
"Regina, you have lovely breasts," Jo said, reaching down and placing her right nipple into her mouth. Sucking frantically, Jo soon reached with her hand and grabbed Regina's left breast and kneaded her nipple.
The girl grabbed Jo's head and pushed her face into her tit, obviously not getting enough of what she desired. She wanted her entire breast to be gobbled up by the beautiful woman's mouth and Jo had every intention of getting as much as she could into her mouth.
Slurping away like a hungry pig, Jo kept sucking more and more of the girl's tit into her mouth until her entire mouth was filled to capacity with tit flesh.
Sighs of pleasure started to escape from Regina's mouth and she soon had her legs up on the chair and spread wide open, just crying for Jo's tongue to work its way between her legs.
Sucking hungrily at the girl's fleshy breast, Jo reached down and grabbed the waistband of Regina's panties, attempting to pull them off.
"Stand up, Regina. Let me slide your panties off so I can feel your pussy," Jo ordered, pulling the girl up by her arms.
Standing next to the chair, the girl stood up and let Jo slide the lace panties down her long, lean legs. Throwing the panties on the bedroom carpet, Jo sat the girl back on the vanity chair and fell to her knees, lunging her face into the girl's pussy.
Digging her mouth deeper and deeper into the snatch, Jo wrapped her arms around Regina's back and kept pushing her closer and closer to her mouth.
Regina started to spread her legs wider and wider till she finally picked them up and held them in the air. Holding onto Jo's shoulders to balance herself on the backless chair, Regina started pumping her pussy into Jo's mouth.
Jo's tongue flicked in and out of Regina's pussy and washed away at her clitoris. Regina reached down and lunged her hands into Jo's halter top. Scrambling around and finally finding her small, erect nipples, Regina kneaded them frantically and finally squeezed Jo's breasts with the palms of her hands.
"Ohhh, that feels nice," smiled Jo, finger-fucking Regina passionately.
Regina's pumping reached an insane pace and sweat started escaping from her pores. She held onto Jo's gorgeous, black hair and started pulling it as if it were the reins of a horse.
Throwing her head back and letting out moans of pleasure, Regina suddenly shot a load of come into Jo's mouth that gushed out like a geyser. Dripping out of the sides of her mouth, Jo tried to catch every last drop of the lovely girl's cream by flicking her tongue around her mouth.
The thick, sticky, salty-tasting juice was pouring down Jo's chin and dripping onto her chest. The young French girl smiled at Jo and reached for her mouth and started licking her come and cleaning off Jo's chin and chest.
"That was so nice, Mademoiselle," Regina smiled, working her long, slender fingers down Jo's t-shirt and squeezing her small, firm breasts.
"Very nice," smiled Jo, reaching down and kissing Regina's tit flesh as she took hold of her pussy and gave it a squeeze.
"I think we'd both better jump into the shower and start getting dressed. People will be arriving any minute," Jo suggested, taking Regina by the hand and directing her to the bathroom.
Jo definitely wanted to keep this young filly around. She was quite a piece of ass and certainly knew how to move her pussy. Jo had plans for her, along with Sue and Jan. She was forming her own little stable of beautiful, sensual, females.
As Jo began gathering the things she decided she wanted to wear at the party, she heard the doorbell ring. She suddenly realized she'd better get a move on. Running towards the bathroom, she knocked on the door and had Regina let her in.
"Honey, people are starting to arrive and I really have to get my ass down there. Let me jump into the shower with you," she said, grabbing a shower cap and throwing it on her head.
As the two women soaped themselves in the shower, Regina suddenly got the urge to grab Jo by the pussy. Jo realizing how weak the flesh was, especially hers, quickly grabbed Regina's hand and pushed it away.
"Not now, honey. I can't let you start that because you'll get me all horny and there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll take care of each other later. Okay?" she smiled, rinsing the soap off of her lean, young body.
"Oui," smiled Regina, watching Jo as she stepped out of the shower as if she were in some kind of a marathon.
Rushing into her bedroom and going into her drawer for her stockings, Jo decided she was going to wear a forest green dress that was terribly sexy. It was slit up the front from the top of her pubic bush on up and the back came down so low you could see the beginning of the crack of her ass.
Deciding that she couldn't wear stockings with this dress, Jo picked up her bottle of Givenchy perfume and sprayed it all over her body, realizing that there was absolutely nothing else that could be worn under the dress. It certainly wasn't made to be worn with underwear.
Slipping into the dress and adjusting her tits so that they would stay inside the dress and not pop out, Jo looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with what she saw. Looking at her long black tresses, she decided to keep her hair down, hanging over her shoulders the way she usually wore it. As Jo studied herself in the full-length mirror, she finally decided to use a little make-up on her beautiful face. Reaching into her vanity drawer, she brought out a powder blush and a tube of mascara. Since Jo never used makeup, she felt that these two aids would suffice.
Regina suddenly came dripping into the bedroom, a terry-cloth towel wrapped around her snugly. Wiping herself off, she threw the towel on the bed and stood there naked, eyeing herself in the mirror and still contemplating on whether the black dress would look good on her.
"What's wrong?" asked Jo, giving her hair a last minute brushing and reaching in her jewelry box for a tiny diamond heart.
"I'm just wondering if this dress is going to make me look too skinny," Regina said, staring at the dress.
"Because it's black?" questioned Jo.
"Oui," replied Regina. "Black sometimes makes me look sick."
"Why don't you put it on and let's see what it looks like," suggested Jo.
Smiling, Regina looked at Jo and nodded her head as if she were silly for not thinking of that first. Slipping the black chiffon dress over her head, she wiggled it down her body, gently, and slipped her head through the opening on top.
When the dress was straight and hanging just right, Jo looked at Regina and whistled. A bit embarrassed, Regina walked over to the full-length mirror and took a look for herself.
"Ohhh, this is beautiful, no?" she asked, turning in the mirror and admiring how stunning she looked.
"You look good enough to eat," teased Jo, patting the girl on the ass, and giving her a quick kiss on the neck.
"I look like a mannequin in the store window, no?" laughed Regina, spinning around and around in front of the mirror.
"You look gorgeous, Regina! You'll be a knockout!" encouraged Jo.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Jo headed for the bedroom door. "I have to go down, love. The doorbell has rung about ten times since we've been up here."
Jo gracefully walked down the stairs and saw at least a dozen or more people walking around the living room. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she suddenly heard a shrill voice yell her name from behind her.
Turning quickly, she was attractive Jill Lang coming towards her. Jill was a woman in her mid-forties who had given Jo her first job in movies. Jill was also the woman who introduced Jo to the world of women. A naive, young, striving actress, Jo wanted the job Jill had for her in this film and was willing to do anything to get it.
Of course, the affair didn't last very long. As soon as Jo started shooting the film, she quickly ended their affair and Jo found herself a beautiful young actress named Chris Shore who was also working on the film. Jill never held a grudge and always tried to help Jo out whenever she could. Jo knew that Jill Lang was still trying to get her back, but Jo was only interested in young blood and Jill Lang definitely wasn't young blood any longer.
Hugging Jill and giving her a big kiss, Jo looked at Jill and realized that the woman had aged in the past year. Jo heard she was having problems with a young girl she had living with her and Jo almost felt sorry for Jill.
She lived in a dream world. These poor young girls used Jill out of desperation and Jill, in turn, let herself be used for those few moments of pleasure she could obtain from these young girls. It was all quite sad. The pain was beginning to show on Jill's face and Jo suddenly felt a pang of sympathy run through her.
"Jill, how have you been, darling?" Jo smiled. "It's been so long since we've seen each other."
"Oh, Jo. You look absolutely gorgeous, love. As usual!" Jill laughed, taking hold of Jo's hand and squeezing it.
As the two women chatted for a very few minutes Jo heard the bell ring and turned to see if one of the young Frenchmen were going to open it.
"Go on and tend to your company, love," smiled Jill. "Why don't you give me a call sometime, Jo. I'd like to see you more often," she said, looking into Jo's eyes with extreme warmth and affection.
Kissing Jill's cheek, Jo smiled and gave her a hug. "I will, Jill. I promise," she said, turning and heading for the front door.
Opening the door, Jill soon saw the handsome face of Tim Scott. "Tim! How are you, love?" she asked, taking hold of his arm and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"I'm all right, Jo. Keep the door open, Pete's right behind me," Tim informed her, "Have you heard from your wife yet?" she asked, concerned.
"Yes, she called last night and told me she was in Palm Springs with the kids," he said, looking a bit relieved. "She's going to stay down there for another week and then she said she'll come back to Los Angeles and we'll sit down and talk."
"Well, thank goodness she finally called," Jo consoled him.
"You're not kidding," he laughed, nervously. "I feel a whole lot better now. At least I can sleep."
Pete approached the doorway and gave Jo a big kiss on the lips. Closing the door behind them, Jo guided them into the living room and headed straight for the bar.
Seeing Tim, Sue Palmer came rushing over to the bar to greet him and Pete Henry. "Hi, you guys! You both look terribly sexy tonight," she teased coyly.
"You look pretty good yourself, you little bugger," Pete said, patting her on the cheek.
"Where's that pretty little sister of yours," asked Tim, reaching for his drink and slugging it down quickly.
"Oh, she's out on the porch conversing in French with some of the French maids that are serving," she smiled, hopping onto one of the bar stools.
Pete and Sue began to converse about the film and had the shooting had finished exactly on schedule. Jo excused herself and walked into the kitchen to see how Francois was doing.
"Oh, Miss Ross! Is everything okay out there?" he asked, pulling a casserole out of the oven.
"Everything is just fine out there, Francois. I just wanted to know if everything is fine in here?" she laughed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Tres bien, Mademoiselle," he smiled, placing the casserole on the kitchen counter.
"Fabulous!" Jo said, walking out of the kitchen and out to the porch.
Jo noticed a few of the crew members milling around, but she didn't see Jim. Looking outside on the beach, Jo noticed a few people had gone out onto the beach and sat on the sand.
At the opposite end of the porch, Jan sat in a corner watching one of the French maids arranging the table as she rattled away to her in French. Obviously making a few blunders, Jo saw the French woman looking at Jan and laughing every once in a while. But the lovely young girl wouldn't give up. She continued to blabber away in her high school French.
Walking back to the living room, Jo suddenly saw Regina walking down the stairway. Suddenly, all eyes turned to look at the beautiful French girl who looked like an incredible painting! As she glided down the stairs as if she were floating on air, her head erect and held high, Jo knew this girl was going to go places.
She carried herself like a queen and she definitely wasn't going to be catering parties and serving the elite for long. No, this beautiful girl was going to be part of the elite. And Jo could see that it wasn't going to take very long. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to get it, no matter what the price.
Jo heard the little cliques of people gathered in the living room start to mumble. They all wondered who the lovely woman was and Jo was sure that most people would figure that she was Jo's present lover. That was certainly fine with her, for it proved that Jo had impeccable taste in her women.
As Regina reached the bottom of the stairs, Jo approached her and took her by the hand. Guiding her through the living room, Jo held onto her as if she were her new possession and Jo was proudly displaying her to the masses.
"Come, my dear, get yourself a drink first and then we can take you around and introduce you to a few people," Jo smiled, directing Regina towards the bar.
Regina sat down on a stool next to Tim Scott. Eyeing Regina intently, Tim looked at Jo and winked, teasingly.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart," Tim said. "I couldn't do better than that," he laughed.
Suddenly Jo felt a surge of pride run through her. Tim's comment didn't annoy her, it made her feel proud and happy. Yes, this beautiful, young, sensual Frenchwoman was going to be Jo's.
Ordering herself a snifter of cognac, Regina received her drink and Jo then took her to the porch in the back of the house. As Jo and Regina were walking towards the porch, Jill Lang suddenly approached.
"Jo, darling, you must introduce me to your friend." she smiled, lustily.
Knowing exactly what was in Jill Lang's mind, Jo put her arm around Regina's neck and hugged her close. "Jill, I'd like you to meet my lover, Regina," she smiled, looking for traces of shock on Jill's face.
Regina smiled and extended her hand, politely. "Hello, Jill. I am very, very pleased to meet you."
Raising her eyebrows about two inches, Jill looked at Jo and smiled. "Well, I must say, my dear, you have done quite well for yourself, haven't you?"
"Do you think so?" asked Jo, moving her hand down to Regina's waist and rubbing it up and down.
"I would say so from the looks of things, my dear. Quite well," she smiled and walked away.
Jo took Regina's hand and guided her to the back porch. Walking through the sliding doors, the two girls walked onto the beach in the back of the house.
"It would be easier to walk if we took our shoes off," suggested Jo.
"Yes," agreed Regina.
"I see people out here and I want to find out who they are," she explained, throwing her shoes on the side of the lounge chair on the sand.
A few people were sitting on the beach, quite near to the house. As Jo came closer, she soon realized that they were a few of the extras that had worked on the film. Going over to them and chatting for a moment, Jo grabbed Regina's hand and continued down towards the water.
There didn't seem to be anyone else on the beach, so Jo thought she and Regina could have a quiet, leisurely walk along the water of the private beach.
Walking along for a minute, Jo suddenly noticed some movement by the pile of rocks that were surrounding a small portion of the beach. Regina decided to make herself comfortable and lie down on the sand for a while.
Continuing to stare at the movement behind the rocks, Jo kept walking, intent on seeing what the movement was.
"Sit here, Regina. I'll be right back," Jo said, slowly walking towards the rocks.
As Jo came nearer to the stones, she suddenly heard a kind of whimpering sound coming from the direction of the movement she had seen. Quietly walking behind the rocks, she got down on her knees and slowly picked up her head to look over into the sand patch that lie in the middle of all the stones.
Looking down, she opened her eyes in shock. There, lying across a large rock was Sue Palmer, her legs flying in the air and spread like a wish bone. Towering over her was a young man, grabbing onto her thighs and keeping them spread as wide as he could in order to give his cock as much access to her pussy as he possibly could. The boy was thrusting into her like a fucking bull!
With every plunge of his meat, Sue let out a whimpering moan of pleasure. The boy dragged her down on the large rock, and stood up on his feet as he kept plunging his meat into her unmercifully.
Finally picking herself up off the rock, Sue sat on her ass cheeks and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck as he rammed into her harder and harder.
"Harder, Jim!" Sue screamed, humping back and meeting his every thrust.
Jim Gore! Sue was being fucked on that rock by Jim-Gore. Jo didn't even see him come in!
Picking Sue up off the rock, Jim put his arms under her ass cheeks and carried her weight as Sue wrapped her legs around the boy's back while he pumped faster and faster into her hungry pussy.
"Ohhhh, Sue! Baby! My cock feels like it's going to pop right off of me! Grab my meat with your pussy. Use your muscles! Grab. Hug my dick, baby!" he moaned, the two bodies slapping into one another as they fucked like animals.
Grabbing hold of Jim's hair and pulling it frantically, Sue suddenly shoved her mouth into his neck and let out a muffled, animal-like scream as she continued meeting his every thrust as he fucked her pussy harder and harder.
She had very obviously orgasmed! But Jim kept ramming into her with every muscle in his body. Falling down onto his knees and lying Sue on her back, he squat down over her shapely body and kept riding her like a stallion. The boy was like a fucking bull. He didn't even let up his frantic pace, and Sue started throwing her legs into the air like a maniac.
"I'm almost there, baby! I've got a load for you that's gonna blow you right in half!" he panted, breathing like a long-distance runner.
Plunging down on her legs and pushing them down onto her breasts, he rammed down into her pussy so hard that Jo thought for sure Sue was going to be ripped right open.
Suddenly, throwing his head back and opening his mouth for more air, Jim gave one forceful lunge down into her pussy.
"Arrrghhhhhh!" he moaned, his face forming all sorts of lusty contortions as Sue reached up and grabbed Jim's neck.
Jo got off of her knees and walked back to Regina. Reaching the spot where she had left her, Jo looked around and wondered if she hadn't gone back to the house. After looking around the beach for a couple of minutes, Jo decided to return to the party and see who else had arrived. Hearing the sound of the waves rolling in, and the stillness of the night, Jo felt very content. Then, suddenly, the Warring sound of rock music echoed from her house and the babbling, chatting voices of her many friends and Jo began to smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jo looked towards her beach house and saw what seemed like at least thirty people just sitting on the sand near the back of her house. As she came closer she saw the inside of her porch and living room looked like wall to wall people.
Stepping onto the stairs which led to the porch, Jo looked up and saw Regina sitting in a corner of the back porch conversing with Jill Lang. For a short instant, rage shot through Jo's lovely head, but then she suddenly realized she was being selfish about the whole thing.
Poor Jill was getting older and it wasn't as easy for her to get her hands on young flesh anymore. It was quite sad, actually, thought Jo. Jo was with a lovely young actress for about four years. Then one day she became a star, and she deserted Jill for another well-known movie star who was at the top. That seemed to be the story of Jill Lang's life. She'd find them, love them, bring them to the top only to be deserted by them, a short time after.
Walking over to Jill and Regina, Jo smiled and took a seat, her eyes wandering around to see all the familiar faces.
"Well, I'm just having a little chat with Regina about movies," explained Jill, a bit defensively.
"Oh, really?" replied Jo.
"Yes, I think she should definitely be on film. Don't you?"
"She certainly fills the face and body requirements, but I don't know about her abilities as an actress," said Jo, smiling at Regina.
"Oh, Miss Lang, I have only acted in school when I was a bit younger," Regina explained, shyly. "I have never done anything in the real movies or stage."
"Darling, some of the finest teachers and schools are right here in Los Angeles, Movie Capitol of the World!" boasted Jill.
"Do you really think I should go to school to become an actress," inquired Regina, becoming quite interested.
"I'll tell you what," said Jill. "I'll make a few phone calls tomorrow, line up a few teachers for you who are personal friends of mine and then well see how it goes from there," smiled Jill.
"Oh, Miss Lang, that is very nice of you," replied Regina. "Jo, don't you think that is very sweet of Miss Lang?"
"Oh, yes, darling. It's very sweet of Miss Lang. I'm sure Jill will try to help you the same way she tried to help him," smiled Jo. "Jill loves helping young girls, don't you, Jill?" snickered Jo.
"Yes, I do!" replied Jill, sternly. "You must admit that I put you on the right track, didn't I, Jo?"
"Yes," laughed Jo, "you put me on the right track, Jill. You certainly did that much."
Looking up, Jo suddenly saw Sue walking through the glass sliding doors in the porch. The girl looked as if she had just finished ten games of tennis. Her hair was half up and half down on top of her head, her clothes were a bit twisted, and she looked like she had definitely worked out.
"Hi," smiled Sue, walking towards the three ladies in the corner.
"Are you having a good time?" asked Jo.
"Oh, yeah. The party is super!"
"Yes, you look like you're having a good time," said Jo snidely.
Becoming a bit paranoid, Sue stared at Jo and decided to go into the living room. Wondering where Jim was, Jo looked towards the beach and saw him standing on the sand adjusting his clothing before he walked into the house.
When the young man reached the sliding doors, Jo made sure she was standing right in his track and held out her hand to greet him.
"I didn't see you come in, Jim," she smiled. "Where have you been?"
"I decided to go for a walk on your lovely beach. It's really beautiful out here," replied Jim.
"Yes, it is lovely."
"Lots of folks hanging out on the sand," Jim informed her, nervously.
"Did you find anything exciting?" teased Jo.
Suddenly feeling paranoid, Jim looked at Jo and smiled. "I think I'll go get myself a drink," he said, walking into the living room.
Jo decided she would stop by the kitchen and see how Francois was holding up and then mingle in the living room. She hadn't been a terribly good hostess up to this point. Looking over at Jill and Regina,. she noticed old, tricky Jill Lang had started her sly moves. She had her hand on Regina's legs and as she talked to the young girl she rubbed it up and down. Jo decided to let the poor woman get her rocks off for a while, but she had every intention of keeping her eye on Jill Lang and Regina.
Walking into the kitchen, Francois smiled and made a little victory sign, informing Jo that everything was under control. Throwing him a kiss with her hand, Jo headed out into the living room. Obviously, people were feeling quite comfortable and the atmosphere was definitely promiscuous.
Jo's eyes wandered around the room and she tried to take in everything at once. There were at least fifty people situated in one way or another in the living room. As she looked in the far corner of the room, she noticed Tim Scott and a young actress who had a bit part in the film, sitting on the love seat necking like high school kids, with his hand under her skirt rubbing away at her pussy.
Looking a bit closer, Jo noticed that Tim was turned towards the girl's body and Jo instantly knew the reason why. The girl's arm was moving in a jerking motion as her hand held onto Tim's huge cock.
Any minute Jo expected to find them behind the couch, fucking like two cats in heat. There were very few parties Jo had gone to where you couldn't find Tim Scott somewhere in the house fucking a delicious piece of ass.
In the opposite corner of the room there was another well-known agent sitting with a young aspiring actress. Jo knew the exact line the young actress was receiving. Heaven knows, she had heard it at least a hundred times herself.
Looking behind the couch, lying on the living room carpet, were Jan and Sue. The two sisters were entwined in a passionate embrace, with Jan shoving her head into her sister's halter top and obviously sucking on her older sister's tit. Sue certainly had an enormous supply of energy stored up.
Jo knew what was eventually going to happen. It usually happened at almost every party in Los Angeles, the ones she attended, anyway. The end result was always a mad, raving orgy. A supreme free-for-all.
If Jo went down into her finished basement she knew what she would find there. Jo's finished basement was famous throughout Los Angeles. She had the entire basement, except for a few small, narrow trails, done in Wall to wall mattresses. More than likely, a fucking marathon was going on down there.
Walking back to the porch, Jo passed Pete Henry who had started his attack on the little French girl who was serving. Pete had the lovely girl crushed up against the wall with his strong, tall body. But the little girl didn't seem to mind very much, as Jo looked closer and saw a smile on her pretty face and peels of laughter escaping her mouth.
When the little girl suddenly noticed Jo watching them, she pushed Pete Henry away and started for the table. Realizing the young girl was afraid of being reprimanded and losing her job, Jo walked over to her and took her by the hand.
"I don't think you'll be required to serve food any longer," Jo said, taking the girl and walking back towards Pete.
"What happened?" asked Pete, baffled.
"I think I scared her," laughed Jo.
"Scared her, how?" he asked.
"This is her first time working for one of our parties, obviously," laughed Jo.
"Here you go, buddy. She's all yours. Fuck your brains out!" Jo laughed, patting the girl on the ass.
The young girl smiled from ear to ear and jumped into Pete's arms, laughing like a little child. Holding the girl up in the air, Pete reached for her tits and nudged his head down into the top of her sexy,, little uniform.
"Let's go downstairs, my dear," he smiled, carrying the girl in his arms.
Jo decided she'd better check on Jill and Regina. As she approached the spot where she had left the two ladies, she realized Jill had already gotten to second base. Sitting with her arm around Regina, playfully rubbing her breasts, the woman was aiming for a total victory.
"Jill, I want to tell you something before you get any more ideas in that quick, intelligent head of yours," informed Jo.
"What's that, honey," smiled Jill.
"Regina does what I tell her to do. You don't go anywhere with her unless I accompany her. Understand that, dear?" snipped Jo.
"The more the merrier, darling," said Jill.
"I'm going downstairs for a minute and when I get back you'd better be sitting right here with her," suggested Jo, firmly.
"Oh, Miss Ross. I don't go anywhere or do anything you don't want me to. Oh, no, Miss Ross," said Regina, nervously.
Smiling proudly, Jo looked down at Jill and chuckled. "If you're lucky, I'll take you upstairs with Regina and I in a little while. If you're really lucky, there might be a few extra treats also."
Jo headed for the basement door to check out the festivities that were taking place down below. As soon as she opened the door, the whimpering, moaning, groaning sounds made the basement sound like a torture chamber. Jo started laughing hysterically and walked down the stairs.
Directly at the foot of the stairs Jo's eyes fell upon a bare-ass thrusting wildly, while a pair of long, lean, beautiful legs soared in the air, kicking frantically. Someone's pussy was obviously getting a good fucking, but Jo couldn't see who the possessor of the pussy was.
Walking over the pair at the bottom of the stairs, she walked on the mattresses and looked around the room. Taking in the entire room at once, all she could see were thrusting, pumping asses, legs flying in the air, bodies slapping against bodies and heads nudged between legs.
Suddenly, she heard some intense slurping under her. Looking down she saw a young, beautiful black girl with her head planted between the legs of an older, attractive woman. Jo took a second look at the woman and realized it was an agent she had been quite friendly with when she first started out. That was Jo's second lesbian lover, and second film. That was usually how Jo remembered her lesbian agents, by the number of the film she'd done with them.
"Mmmmm, suck me harder, honey!" moaned the agent, throwing her pussy into the young girl's mouth.
Lying down on her stomach, the girl pushed her face into the experienced pussy and sucked like a baby. As Jo's eyes fell upon the black girl's face, she realized that the young girl couldn't have been more than fifteen at the most. She was absolutely gorgeous. Jo had to remember to find out who the girl was.
As Jo's eyes continued to wander through the basement, she suddenly heard a scream coming from the back of the room. Turning quickly, she looked in the direction of the scream and saw a young girl she recognized as the daughter of a very famous actor. She knew for a fact that the girl was terribly wild, since Jo had heard that everyone in Hollywood had gotten into her pussy. The girl was only seventeen, but she'd been going at it since she was about twelve.
Curiously, Jo walked closer and tried to see who was causing this ecstatic scream of pleasure. The girl was sandwiched between two young handsome boys. One Jo recognized as an assistant soundman who had worked on her film, and the other she simply couldn't place at the moment. Looking closer, she soon realized that the boy thrusting into the girl's asshole was Alain.
"Ohhhh," screamed the young girl as the two boys pounded into her body with a vengeance. As the girl lay on her side, her left leg lifted up into the air, Alain had the girl's ass cheeks spread wide as he pounded insanely into her puckered hole.
The other fair-haired young boy plunged his cock into her pussy as the girl humped her body back and forth to meet every thrust. Suddenly, Alain started to pick the girl up and put her on her knees, as the other boy followed his direction.
Once on her knees, the two boys resumed their plunging, coordinating their thrusts, so that they both rammed into the girl simultaneously. Throwing back her head, her mouth hanging open, the young girl let out a scream that sounded like the mating call of an alley cat.
Taking in one last glance of the room, Jo observed wall to wall fucking, sucking, thrusting and plunging. Starting up the stairs, Jo closed the basement door as her ears took in one last listen to the sensual, lust-filled moans and groans of the hungry bodies who were attempting to satisfy their needs in Jo's basement.
Observing the living room, Jo realized it was just a modified version of the basement. People were lying all over the floor, couch, chairs, stairs and table-tops.
She suddenly realized there was very little talking going on and the only obvious sound was again, moans, groans and the slurping of cocks, tits and pussies.
"Jo. Jo! Come, let us go," Regina pleaded, approaching Jo from behind. "Everyone is making such beautiful love and we are still sitting and waiting for you."
Smiling Jo hugged the young French girl and took her hand. "I'm glad you obeyed me," said Jo, squeezing Regina's smooth hand.
"I would not go with Miss Lang without you, Jo," answered the girl sounding like a proud student.
Walking to the back porch and signaling Jill Lang to follow, Jo and Regina headed up the stairs and into Jo's bedroom. Expecting to see some bodies lying on her bed, Jo was quite surprised to find it empty. But glancing towards some strange sounds next to her bed, she suddenly saw Jan and Sue entangled on the bedroom floor in their birthday suits.
"Why don't you two get on the bed and make yourselves comfortable," laughed Jo.
Looking up, a bit shocked at first, Sue looked at Jo and a warm smile gently worked across her face. Jan still had her head embedded between her sister's legs, slurping at her pussy like a hungry cat.
Pulling her young sister's head out of her pussy, Sue stood up and fell onto the large, king-size bed. Jill Lang's eyes opened wide as she eyed Sue's beautiful, shapely body.
"These were the little treats I told you about before," informed Jo, reaching down and taking Jan by the hand. "Come, little one, get onto the bed and show Miss Lang how adept you are in the art of sucking pussy."
Jan crawled towards the foot of the bed and reached for Jill Lang's dress. Slowly she slipped it down off of the woman's long, but curvy body. Looking a bit baffled, Jan noticed that Miss Lang wore underwear.
"Why do you have underwear on?" she asked, inquisitively. "With a shape like yours you don't need it," said Jan.
"You younger ladies have different ideas than us old ladies," laughed Jill, helping Jan remove her underwear.
"But if you have a body that is put together as well as yours is, why bother with underwear?" Jan questioned.
"Habit, my dear. Purely habit," admitted Jill.
Pulling Jill down onto the bed, Jan smiled at the woman and plunged down into her black bush. Not wasting any time, she started to eat her pussy frantically. '
"Shit!" sighed Jill, suddenly feeling the young, long tongue shoving into her cunt.
By this time, Regina and Jo had totally disrobed and were up against the wall grinding into each other. Lovely Sue was down on her knees behind Jo with her head up under Jo's pussy, plunging her tongue in and out frantically.
As Jo squatted down a little, to allow Sue better access to her hole, Sue brought her head up and her face was smashed forcefully into Jo's cunt.
Feeling an intense, chilling sensation, Jo started to plunge her pussy down into Sue's face as Sue nudged her mouth up into Jo's twat, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper.
Regina was pinned up against the wall by Jo's arms as Jo's hungry mouth kept sucking intently on her huge tit. Needing to make some aggressive contact of her own, Regina took her right hand and started to massage Jo's clitoris, holding the mini-penis in her hand and kneading it back and forth.
"Ohhhh, Regina! That's so nice, baby. Do it harder!" ordered Jo as she continued plunging into Sue's mouth.
Suddenly Jo felt her ass cheeks being spread apart with such force that she felt as if her ass cheeks were going to be ripped right off of her voluptuous body.
Directing her tongue straight for Jo's puckered, brown hole, Sue rammed her long, wet tongue into Jo's asshole and sucked the surrounding area frantically with her lips.
Jo felt as if she were going to go out of her mind! With Regina working on her clitoris with her long, smooth fingers, and Sue plunging into her little asshole, she felt as if she were going to scream!
Jo took Regina's huge breast into her two hands and lifted it up to her mouth. Sticking her tongue out and gently flicking it at the nipple, she wet the bud with her saliva and kneaded her hands on the underside of Regina's tit.
Holding the breast directly in front of her mouth, Jo suddenly put her lips on the nipple and sucked it in like a pacifier. She sucked the entire, erect nipple into her mouth and started pulling in as much tit flesh as she could. Her mouth filled with tit, she started to nibble on Regina's breast while her hand squeezed the other breast.
Busy sucking tit, Jo suddenly felt a tremendous pang go through her body. Spitting Regina's tit out of her mouth, she turned quickly and saw Sue ramming Jo's vibrator into her asshole. Jo's head felt as if it were going to explode.
"Ohhhh, Sue. Shit! I can't stand it anymore!" she screamed pumping her ass back into the machine and falling to her knees.
As she fell to her knees. Sue suddenly pushed her down on her side and went to work fucking Jo's asshole! Looking up at Regina, Jo pulled her down onto the floor and pulled Regina's pussy towards her hungry mouth.
"Regina, he next to me so that I can eat your pussy while Sue is fucking my asshole," Jo directed, putting her hand between Regina's legs and pulling her closer.
"Oui, oui," sighed Regina, placing herself on her side and plunging her twat into Jo's face as Regina lifted up her leg to give Jo better access.
Regina decided she, too, needed some action for her young, craving mouth. Turning herself around into the sixty-nine position, she slid her lovely head gently between Jo's creamy thighs.
Sue was pounding the vibrator into Jo's ass with incredible force, causing Regina's head to receive continuous poundings as she tried eating out Jo's pussy.
Meanwhile, on top of the bed, young Jan was giving Jill Lang the eating of her life. Jill he spread-eagled on the large bed, while Jan lay directly on top of her long body, her head buried in the woman's snatch.
"Mmmmmm, little girl, you do know how to eat a pussy don't you?" sighed Jill, starting to squirm and wiggle under the girl's ministrations.
Slurping between Jill's legs, Jan began thrusting her tongue in and out of Jill's cunt like a hot, throbbing penis. Jill suddenly reached down and shoved Jan's head even deeper into her twat.
Picking her head up off the woman's pussy, Jan turned around and looked at the frantic woman. Seeing the condition she was in, Jan knew she would explode any minute.
"Hey, how about me? My pussy wants to be sucked and eaten too," confessed Jan, as she positioned her pussy directly over Jill's mouth. "Come on," Jan ordered.
Grabbing hold of the young girl's thighs, Jill threw her head between the girl's legs and hungrily sucked her out as if she were doing it for the last time.
Suddenly there was a frenzied scream in the room, and as Jan turned her head she saw Jo sandwiched between Regina and Sue. Regina had her head embedded between Jo's thighs and Sue was lying behind Jo thrusting a vibrator into her asshole.
Come started dripping out of the sides of Regina's mouth while the lovely French girl continued to thrust her own pussy into Jo's mouth, obviously ready to explode.
Jill started wiggling wildly under Jan and she realized this woman wasn't going to take too much work. In another minute she would pop her load and Jan would still be hot to trot.
"Mmmmmm, I'm going to come, little girl," moaned Jill.
Jan pounded into her pussy harder and harder as the woman kept tossing her head from side to side. Suddenly throwing her hips into Jan's face, Jill shot a load that was like the Pacific.
Jan tried desperately to suck in every drop of come that she could catch, but it was impossible since Jill's juice was pouring out like a fire hydrant.
When the young girl realized that she still needed her pussy taken care of in order to reach an orgasm, she looked down and saw that Jill was totally spent and would not be able to help her out.
Leaving Jill moaning on the bed with her hand between her legs, Jan jumped down onto the floor and walked over to the trio of females on the floor.
Grabbing her sister by the shoulder, she turned her around and lay her flat on her back next to a slurping Jo. Sitting on her sister's face, she lay her body down and shoved her head down into her sister's box.
"Just a little more and I'm going to shoot!" informed Jan, burying her face into Sue's bush.
Her older sister obliging as best she could, started to eat her sister out like a starving sex-maniac. They both started pumping in a fucking motion and soon the two sisters simultaneously shot their cream.
Suddenly, the only sound to be heard in the warm bedroom was the heavy breathing of the four females. Jill lie on the bed with her hand between her legs, rocking back and forth like a four-year-old child.
Regina was lying on the bedroom floor nextto Jo, her arms wrapped tighly around Jo's long neck, panting as if she had just run a mile. Jo was flat on her back, her arm resting on Regina's smooth, creamy thighs.
Sue and Jan were still positioned on top of each other, come dripping down their chins and onto the bedroom carpet. They all were content and satisfied, but quite exhausted at the moment.
"Shit!" Jo suddenly bellowed, rising into a sitting position.
"You can say that again," panted Jill.
"That was fucking incredible," sighed Jan.
"Fucking incredible is right!" laughed Sue.
"Oui," purred Regina.
Jo picked herself up off the floor and headed for the bedroom door. As come started dripping down her legs, she walked to the vanity and got a few tissues to wipe off her legs.
"I'm going to take a walk downstairs and see what's happening," she informed the other ladies.
Standing at the top of the landing and looking down the stairs, the first thing that Jo's eyes encountered was a young, pretty girl and older, handsome man fucking against the wall.
The girl was absolutely naked while the man was naked from the waist down, but still had on his shirt and jacket. He had the girl pinned up against the wall and kept thrusting into her frantically as he kept screaming out obscenities.
The girl had her nails digging into the man's ass cheeks and suddenly started to bite into the man's neck until Jo saw a tiny drop of blood form on his flesh.
Starting to walk down the stairs, Jo walked slowly and looked over the banister into the living room. There were people all over the floor. A few were asleep and a few were still sucking and fucking.
Passing through the living room, Jo stepped over Pete and the little French girl who were arm in arm and sound asleep.
In one corner of the living room, Jo eyed Tim Scott who was lying on top of a young, lovely actress who had worked on their film. The young girl was whimpering painfully as Tim was unmercifully buggering her asshole. He had the poor girl lift her ass up into the air as he came down and rammed his huge, throbbing dick into her little, puckered asshole. Each time Tim plunged down the girl gave out a whimpering scream that was filled with pain.
Reaching the basement door, Jo quietly opened the door and started walking down the stairs. The moaning and groaning had lessened, but there was still some action going on. Looking to her left, Jo discovered that the little daughter of the famous actor was still sandwiched between the two male bodies. But instead of the young boy who worked on the film, she was now sandwiched between Alain and Jean-Paul. Apparently, a Frenchman was more lasting when it came to fucking.
Alain now had his gorgeous head buried between the girl's lovely thighs and Jean-Paul was savagely sucking at her tits. Alain suddenly shoved his middle finger into the girl's asshole, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Ohhh, Alain, that feels so good!" the girl smiled, lustily. "But I'd much rather have your nice big prick fucking my asshole!"
Not needing another word of encouragement, Alain turned his body around and shoved his huge, throbbing penis into the girl's starving asshole.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, "that's what I wanted. Alain!"
Feeling outdone by his buddy, Jean-Paul suddenly took hold of his cock and directed it into the girl's sweet cunt. Again, the girl was being pounded and squashed between two hard-working cocks.
Jo stood at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly realized that there was a strong odor of love juice in the basement. Enough come had been shot down in the basement that night to wash the floors. Looking at the beautiful, tranquil ocean, she stepped onto the sand and started to walk towards the water.
Approaching the water's edge, she sat down on the sand and felt the ocean breeze soothe her lovely, satisfied body. Looking up at the sky, Jo began to smile and lay back on the sand.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Jo stepped out of the shower she heard the phone ring. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her dripping body, she rushed into the bedroom and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Jo, it's Pete Henry."
"Hi, love. How are you?" Jo asked, cherrily. "Fine, baby. Just super."
"What's up, Pete?" she asked, curiously. "I've just been given-a script that's phenomenal!"
"That's the only kind to get," she laughed.
"I'm serious, honey. It's a gem!" he said, seriously.
"So, where do I fit in?" she asked, teasingly.
"Are you going to be home for a while," he asked, nervously.
"Sure, come on over," Jo replied.
"Okay, honey. I'm on my way."
Jo hung up the receiver and walked back into the bathroom. She knew this was something special. Pete Henry rarely ever got excited about anything. And when it came to scripts, he was even more critical. Jo felt a bit excited.
Maybe this would be the one. This would be the film that really would take her to the top. She'd done so many half-assed films that she would have given it all up just to have that one work of art. The closest she had ever come to being partially satisfied was with her film in France. And that, too, was Pete Henry's discovery.
Rummaging through her drawers to find a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt, Jo started doing some serious thinking. She wanted to feel totally secure in her profession. She didn't want to have to worry about where her next, job was coming from anymore. She didn't want to make herself seen so that people would remember she was around and in need of work.
Jo Ross wanted people to come looking for her. Jo wanted to be in a position where she was in demand because she was good. One of the very best! Jo wanted to be a star, but Jo wanted to be a star worth having!
She worked hard at her craft and she knew she was ready to be given a serious deep role. She was tired of all the pretty girl parts. All the hookers, gypsies, Indians and smile-pretty parts. She wanted something with guts and blood. Something she had to dig into and tear herself apart for. Jo wanted to start acting!
Throwing on her jeans and T-shirt, the phone rang again, and Jo lazily picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Regina," a happy voice answered.
"Hi, love. Where are you?" Jo asked, glad to hear the girl's voice.
"I am at home now. I had the day off," she explained.
"Good for you," said Jo.
"Are you busy?" Regina asked, shyly.
"Why?" teased Jo.
"I'm always working and for me to get one day off is very rare," explained Regina. "I thought maybe we could go and sun-bathe on the beach or take a ride, maybe."
"I would love it, honey." Jo exclaimed. "But can you do me a favor and wait a couple of hours. Pete is coming over and we have to discuss business. You might get bored. Unless you want to come and go out on the beach while we talk things over," Jo suggested.
"Oui," that sounds fine to me," Regina replied.
"Good, then I'll see you in a while," Jo said, hanging up the phone.
Leaving the bedroom and heading down the stairs Jo began to wonder about Regina. The girl was an absolute angel and Jo felt something for her she hadn't felt for anyone else in a long, long time.
Being with Regina was special for Jo and she was very aware of that. Jo needed to have someone with her, all the time, and she was almost positive that Regina was the person who could fill that void in her life.
This was a serious step and Jo thought she should wait a bit longer before making any drastic moves. But deep down she was positive she was doing the right thing. She wanted Regina, Regina wanted her, the most natural thing in the world would be to have Regina move in with her.
For the first time in her life she found someone that she truly wanted around her all the time. The girl made her happy. No one had ever made Jo happy before. This was something she couldn't afford to lose. She couldn't take any chances. Yes, she was certain. She wanted Regina to be a large part of her life and she would have to take some steps to start their relationship going in the direction that she wanted it to go in.
Going into the kitchen and putting on a pot of coffee Jo began to sing. She felt good. Really good. This feeling rarely came over Jo and when it did she just wallowed in it.
Looking out onto the ocean, she started to feel that sense of mystery and power. That vastness held secrets and mysteries we would never know about. It was truly magical. And Jo lived so close to it. It was her friend. She fell asleep with it and woke up to it. She talked to it and listened to it. She cried with it and laughed with it. The ocean was her closest friend.
The front doorbell rang and Jo realized that she hadn't locked the door.
"It's open, Pete," she yelled, taking the pot of coffee off the stove.
"Ummmm, I smell some nice, fresh coffee," he smiled, kissing Jo on the forehead.
"You certainly do," she said, reaching in the cupboard for some cups and saucers.
"Well, this script is the one, Jo. This is the script that is going to make us. You and me!" he explained, confidently.
"Who's gem is this?" Jo asked.
"A young guy named John Hoffman wrote it and I haven't read anything like it in all the years I've .been out here in this movie town. It's one in a million."
"And why, may I ask, have you been blessed with his masterpiece," Jo asked, suspiciously.
"The kid came to me out of the clear blue, Jo! He knew I was a director and he's a student at the American Film Institute. He's been working on this script for over a year and lucky for me, he just decided to see me first."
Jo picked the script up off the table and started to read the first page. Looking quite interested, she went on to the second and third and then proceeded to glance through the next few pages.
"Oh, Pete, pour yourself a cup of coffee," she said, distantly.
"Isn't it incredible?" he asked, excitedly.
"Looks great! I've never done a period piece, Pete," she replied, skeptically.
"Honey, don't worry. It'll take lots of work and research, but you can do it. This is the script we've both been waiting for," he smiled, grabbing Jo and giving her a big hug.
"When do you plan on starting?" Jo asked, pouring herself some coffee.
"Just as soon as I'm all finished up with this last piece of celluloid I'm going to hustle my ass and get a backer for this film," he explained, raising his cup to his mouth.
"You're going to have to get quite a roll of bread for this one, Pete. This is a fucking spectacle. The French Revolution. I mean, we can't fly to Santa Fe and hang out in the desert for two weeks and get this one down," she shook her head.
"This is going to take lots of bucks, honey. But with a script like this I'm not even worried. It's also going to take a lot of time. It might mean a good nine months in Europe," he said, looking Jo directly in the eyes.
Jo felt as if Pete were waiting for her to show some sort of reaction. Nine months was a long time to be away. But Jo knew that this might be the one that would take off like a rocket.
What were nine months? She had a lifetime ahead of her and these nine months could change her whole life. Looking at Pete thoughtfully, she suddenly let a big smile spread across her face.
"You'll do it?" he asked, almost in a scream.
"I'll do it," she laughed, as Pete jumped up and picked Jo up off the floor.
Jo continued flipping through the script as the characters passed through her mind. Realizing that she had the female lead, she saw there was a smaller female part. The character was the younger sister of Jo's character and she suddenly had a flash rush through her mind. Regina!
Jo knew she could get Pete to test Regina for the part and was quite sure there would be room for the girl in the film. If she could act, the character would be hers and if she weren't too secure yet, Jo was sure she could handle bit parts, or some extra work. She had to have Regina with her during the filming and she wanted the young girl to start working in film.
Deciding against mentioning it at the moment, Jo looked at Pete and smiled. "No rest between films this year, huh. Mr. Henry?"
"Not with this gem in my hands, baby. If I had gotten hold of this sooner, we would be in Europe right now!" he confessed.
Suddenly the front door bell rang and Jo walked towards the front door. Opening the door, she saw a smiling, lovely Regina standing there.
"Bon jour," she smiled, giving Jo a peck on the cheek.
Walking into the kitchen, Pete started staring at Regina, his mind working a mile a minute. Jo knew exactly what was going through his head.
"Regina, have you ever acted?" Pete asked, walking closer to the girl and looking intently at her face.
Laughing, Regina replied, "Only in school plays, Monsieur. Never in the real movies like Jo."
"Jo, I want to have a screen test taken of her today. This afternoon. As soon as you can get her down to the studio!" Pete said, anxiously.
"I can get her down there right now," Jo replied, not wanting to wait a minute longer.
"Let's go," Pete said, putting down his cup and walking towards the door.
Scrambling out the door, they all jumped into Pete's Mercedes and headed down the highway. Regina looked a bit confused as she looked at Jo flipping through the, pile of papers on her lap and watched Pete concentrating intently as he drove.
"What do we do?" asked Regina, innocently.
"You're going to make a movie with Jo," explained Pete.
"Oo-la-la!" bellowed Regina. "But Mr. Henry, I never have done a movie! Never!"
"That's okay. We'll see how you look on film and then we'll see how much of that high school acting is still intact. There's a drama coach at the studio that we can use around the clock if we have to. Don't worry, honey," Pete consoled.
Pulling into the studio lot, the guard at the gate tipped his hat to Mr. Henry and the girls. "Good afternoon, Mr. Henry, Miss Ross," he smiled, opening up the front gate to let the Mercedes enter.
As they pulled into the parking space, they all exited from the car and headed for the testing room. Pete went straight to an inter-office telephone and buzzed one of the cameramen.
"Mike, I need someone tested pronto," Pete explained.
Replacing the phone the cradle, the young man was down in the room in a minute flat. Walking over to the seated Pete Henry, the two men sat and whispered confidently for about five minutes. Then the young cameraman went over to his camera and starting preparing for the shooting.
"Okay, Regina, I want you to answer the questions I ask you very honestly. We're talking at a party in someone's living room and there's absolutely no formality. Very comfortable and relaxed, honey," Pete ordered.
As Pete threw questions at Regina, the girl was amazingly comfortable and sincere. She also showed a beautiful sense of humor and the three people behind the camera all cracked up at some of her answers.
Pete noticed that the girl was totally uninhibited and free. At one point he looked at Regina for a half a minute without saying a word. Suddenly, he stared right into her eyes and threw his last question at her.
"Regina, what is your relationship to Jo Ross?"
Without any hesitation whatsoever, the young, lovely French girl looked at Pete and answered. "Jo and I are lovers, Mr. Henry," she smiled, unashamed.
"Cut!" yelled Pete, getting up from his seat and walking towards Regina. "Good girl," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"One more Mike and that's it, buddy," Pete ordered.
Looking confused, the cameraman turned towards Pete and questioned him. "Who?" he asked.
"Jo Ross," answered Pete.
"Jo Ross!" the cameraman laughed. "What the hell does Jo Ross need a screen test for?"
"I want to see the lady read a scene from this script for me," he explained, patiently.
Jo looked at Pete and smiled. She knew Pete was a professional and knew exactly what he was doing at all times. She never questioned anything he'd ever done or told her to do. Rising from her seat, she walked in front of the camera with the script as Pete stood next to her and pointed out the scene he wanted her to read.
Going off in a corner for a while, Jo studied the scene and ran through it a number of times. When she felt she' knew what was going on and why, she questioned herself about her character and then felt that she was ready for a reading.
Looking out at Pete, who was seated in a chair in front of Regina, she saw a big smile spread across Regina's face as the young girl looked at Jo and threw her a loving, sincere kiss.
"Ready to roll?" asked Pete, very serious.
Nodding her head, Regina turned away from the camera for a moment and then put her head down.
As the camera started to roll, Jo suddenly picked up her head and turned towards the camera. Her face seemed totally transformed! She had turned herself into her character and it was physically possible to see the change. Regina became a bit frightened at this transition and Pete just kept staring intently at Jo, suddenly feeling a tingle shoot up his spine.
Jo gave the best reading of her life. She became her part. When the scene was over and the camera stopped rolling, no one moved. They all stayed in their exact positions and sat silent for a moment. Jo had her head down and tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was still in character and needed some time to get back into herself.
Realizing what she had gone through, Pete just sat still and didn't go near her. He knew she needed some time to release herself from the character and the best thing to do was to let her alone.
Taking Regina by the hand, Pete led her out of the room and into the control room in the back. Looking at Regina, he suddenly saw tears rolling down the lovely girl's face and he grabbed her and hugged her tightly.
"She was so beautiful, Mr. Henry. But it wasn't Jo, at all. I felt so sorry for that woman out there. What she had gone through. The pain. Suffering," cried Regina, sobbing in Pete's arms.
Patting her on the head, trying desperately to console her, Pete looked out into the testing room and saw that Jo was seating alone in the room.
"Come, I think we can go back in now," Pete said, taking Regina by the hand and leading her back into the room.
As they neared Jo's seat, Pete put his hand gently on her shoulder and smiled.
"Are you all right?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm okay," she smiled, looking straight ahead.
"Listen, I want you to come back here later on this afternoon. About five or so," Pete explained.
"Why, Pete?" Jo asked, curiously.
"Don't ask me silly questions now, kid. Just be back here at five," he said sternly.
Rising from her seat, Jo gave Pete a kiss on the cheek and walked towards Regina, putting her arm around the girl's waist and heading for the door.
"Let's go home, Regina," she smiled, hugging the girl's body closer to hers.
"Oui," whispered Regina, holding onto Jo.
"I feel like being near the ocean right now," she explained softly.
As the two girls neared the door, Pete's voice yelled out.
"Jo, take my car, honey. Did you forget we came here in my car?" he laughed.
"What about you?" she asked.
"I'll be here all afternoon and if I have to go anywhere one of the guys can drop me off," he explained.
"Okay," she said, exiting from the room.
As Regina and Jo drove along the Pacific Coast Highway, the ocean breeze blowing through the car windows, Jo lay her head back and breathed in deep.
Regina took hold of Jo's hand and squeezed it tightly. Turning towards the girl, Jo looked at her and smiled, lovingly. Putting Regina's hand to her lips, she kissed it softly.
"I love you, Regina," Jo said warmly.
Looking at Jo with tears in her eyes, the girl reached out and threw her arms around Jo's neck. Trying desperately to concentrate on the road, Jo felt like pulling over and just holding the girl in her arms.
"Oh, Jo! Will we love like this forever?" she asked innocently.
"Now is forever, Regina!" Jo explained. "We won't think about forever. It's too far away! We can only work on the moment, love. The here and now!"
Pulling into her driveway, Jo decided to put Pete's car into her garage. A Mercedes Benz sitting in her driveway would make her too nervous.
As the two women walked into the house, Jo fell onto the couch and collapsed momentarily. The ocean air was very thick today and Jo could feel it in her bones.
"Regina, open up the sliding doors so the breeze will blow through the house," Jo asked, lazily.
Regina opened the doors and looked out onto the beautiful Pacific. It was a breezy day and the waves were quite big and rough. There were no people out on the beach and the sky was very overcast.
Stepping out onto the beach, Regina stood on the sand and looked out into the vastness of the ocean. Feeling the magic of the water she felt as if she wanted to be closer.
"Jo? Jo?" she called, anxiously.
"Yes?" she replied.
"Please come and let us take a walk on the beach," she said.
Rising from the couch, Jo walked onto the beach and took Regina by the hand. As the two girls walked towards the water, they were silent and very alone together They didn't have to speak. They could feel each other.
Suddenly coming to a halt near the water's edge, Jo turned towards Regina and embraced her passionately. Placing her smooth, moist lips on Regina's, they slowly opened their mouths and their tongue united affectionately.
Lying down on the sand, they rolled around and kissed with a forceful passion. Placing her body on top of Regina's, Jo started to grind into the girl's body as she worked her tongue throughout Regina's mouth.
She desired the lovely girl so strongly she felt as if she could almost swallow her whole. Devour every part of her. She never wanted to lose Regina. She wanted this moment to go on forever.
Unzipping Jo's jeans, Regina placed her hands down near Jo's crotch and felt that Jo had no panties on. Reaching down near Jo's slit, she worked her long fingers into her pussy and started to knead her clitoris.
The girl rubbed profusely, and suddenly plunged her three middle fingers into Jo's pussy, working them in and out frantically. Jo knew it wouldn't take time for her to come. She could have simply looked at Regina today and come.
Grinding their bodies into each other, while Regina worked on Jo's pussy, she finally felt herself ready to explode into the girl's hand.
"Mmmmm, Regina!" she moaned, as her juice started to pour out of her pussy, quickly jumped up and turning herself around, Regina threw her mouth onto Jo's pussy and sucked up as much gism as she could swallow. Sucking the cream out of Jo's pussy, Regina gulped it all down as if it were a chocolate malt.
Lying on their backs, the two girls embraced each other and nestled together contently.
