The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Sharon Stingly is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
TORMENTED STARLET-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Suck my cock, darling, and I will definitely give you a part in the picture," said Century Studio's producer Avery Craven. He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, with not a hint of embarrassment, fear or shame. He spoke as though he were telling a parking lot attendant to park his car in return for a dollar tip. The brashness, the outright surliness and boldness of producer Avery Craven was incredible.
Sharon knew that it would not be an easy matter to land her first role in a Hollywood film, but she found this a bit difficult to take. Did she really have to suck Craven's prick? Or was he just kidding her?
Then his attitude stiffened, his eyes slit menacingly, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He was not kidding!
"Now, you listen here, Miss Sharon . . . Sharon . . . "
"Stingly," she said quickly. "Sharon Stingly."
"Now, listen, Miss Sharon Stingly. I'm a busy man. I work hard. I make a hell of a lot of money producing movies. I am very well-known. I travel in the best circles. I've slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world. I make more money in a single week then you've probably made in your entire life."
He stepped from behind his desk and moved forward, jacking his cock with one hand, gesturing wildly with the other to emphasize his words.
"I can give you a part in my next picture, and you just may be on your way to success. And even if you don't make it big in the movie business, at least you'll make some good money. We do pay well, you know. And some day, when you are old and gray, you can tell your grandchildren about how you were once in the movies. Maybe you'll even see yourself on the late show."
He was gesturing wildly, waving his hand high in the air like an orchestra conductor directing a symphony. His other hand continued to pump his prick into a thick hard rod of cock-flesh. He moved closer to her.
"But, first, Miss Sharon Stingly. First, you simply have to suck my cock. Now! So get down on your knees and slip my prick into your cute little mouth, or get the hell out of here and quit wasting my time!"
He was really angry now, she thought. But there was no doubt in her mind as to what she had to do. She knelt and pulled his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," he sighed. "That's a good girl. Just suck my cock real nice and I'll see that you get off to a good start in your acting career. Mmmmm. Ohhhh, yes," he groaned as he felt her lips open wide, slip over his cock-tip and suck his hard cock deep into her mouth.
Sharon did her best to please him. Everything he had said was true. Avery Craven was a world-renowned producer. He had produced dozens of Oscar-winning films. And he was proud of his reputation for discovering new talent. In every one of his films, he introduced a brand new starlet. Usually, the starlet had a small, but important role.
And, usually, she went on to bigger roles, and, if she were sexy enough and talented enough, she would become rich and famous. A super-star! That was what Sharon wanted more than anything in the world. And if she had to suck Avery Craven's cock to get what she wanted, she would suck his cock.
"Assssggghhh. Ummmmm," he moaned, jerking his hips back and forth, face-fucking her hard. "That's it, darling. You are a fine little cock-sucker. Keep it up. Yeah."
Her lips seemed to work automatically. Her tongue flicked the sensitive spot just underneath his cock-tip.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's great! Terrific!" he exclaimed. "Suck it hard! Suck the cum right out of my prick. It won't be long now. Damn, bitch! If you can act as well as you suck cock, you'll be a star in no time."
That statement was like music to her ears. A star! She worked feverishly to make him cum. She took a deep breath and sucked his cock deep into her wet, hot mouth.
"God, yes! Fantastic! Unnngggghhh! Ohhhhh! Get it, you sweet thing, you!"
He shuddered and Sharon knew that he would be shooting his load into her mouth soon. And that she would have to swallow his jism. He had told her to suck the cum right out of his prick, and that was exactly what she planned to do. Anything, anything to get a part in his next film. She felt his prick throbbing as he pumped it brutally in and out of her mouth.
"Hot damn! Here it comes, sweetheart," he said. "Unnnnnggghhhh! Aaauuuggghhhhh!"
A thick gob of slick jism spewed out of his prick-tip and into her mouth. Her mouth was quickly coated with thick hot cum. She gulped it down eagerly and swallowed every bit of his prick-juice.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as he pumped her face with his softening prick. "That feels so damned good, baby. Yeah." Then he backed away and glanced at the kneeling woman.
She leaned forward and licked a drop of cum from his prick-tip. Then she lapped his cock-shaft, licking his entire prick from the base to the tip. She carefully tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and zipped his fly.
"How was that, Mr. Craven?" she asked.
"Great, honey. Just great."
"Then do I get the part? Will you put me in your next film?" she asked anxiously.
"Well, now, Miss . . . Miss-"
"Stingly. Sharon Stingly."
"Yes. Well, now, Miss Stingly. If it were totally up to me, I'd give you a starring role. But, things just don't work that way in the movie business," he said as he casually returned to his big oak desk and sat down, assuming his traditional role as a big businessman.
"But, I thought you said-"
"I know what I said. But this is a complicated business. You did well, and I fully intend to keep my promise. I'll give you a start, but just being a good cock-sucker won't set you up in movies. You are a beautiful young woman. But I have never seen you act. Next, you'll have to meet the director, Harry Steinburg. If Harry likes you, and if you can really act, then you've got the part. I'll give Harry a call and recommend you. Leave your phone number with my secretary and I'll see that Harry calls you."
"Promise?" she said, pouting.
"Promise. Now run along. I'm a busy man."
As she reached the door, the producer stopped her by shouting, "Just a second, sweetheart. I should warn you that Harry Steinburg is a very demanding director. He is a very big man in the movie business. He's used to getting his way, and he simply refuses to take no for an answer. If you really want to get off on the right foot, listen to him and do whatever he tells you to do. Okay?"
"Okay," she replied. "Thanks for the advice, Mr. Craven."
"It was nothing, darling. Now run along and let me get back to work."
* * *
Sharon waited anxiously for director Harry Steinburg to call. Every day for an entire week, she called in sick at her job as a cocktail waitress in a sleazy Hollywood bar. She had almost given up hope when, on Friday at noon, the phone rang. She picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Miss Stingly speaking," she said in a sultry voice, hoping that it was the call she had been desperately awaiting.
"This is Harry Steinburg. Mr. Craven called me the other day and said he wanted me to speak with you regarding a part in our next production. Be at my home at six o'clock tonight. Goodbye." Click.
My heavens, Sharon thought as she looked up the address. What a rude man! He did not even give her a chance to speak. Oh, well, she thought. At least she was going to get to meet the great director. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she stripped off her clothes and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to look her very best. This was her big chance. So she washed her long brown hair three times. Then, after toweling herself dry, she applied two coats of pale red polish to her fingernails and toenails.
She combed out her lovely, dark brown tresses that almost reached her firm ass-cheeks. Stepping in front of her full-length mirror she admired her face and figure. Long hair framed a lovely high-browed, dimpled face. Thin, perfectly plucked eyebrows arched high over light brown almond-shaped eyes. A cute, turned-up nose. Ripe sensuous lips on a full mouth. Perfect teeth-straight and gleaming white. A long neck that led to slender shoulders and firm up-thrust tits, a tight waist, high taut ass and long shapely legs. She was proud of her looks, and her perfect figure. She beamed approvingly at herself in the mirror.
After two hours of trying on various outfits, she decided on a deer-skin halter top with a matching skirt that came to an inch above her knees. That would show off her lovely legs, she figured. Brown suede shoes with medium high heels completed the somewhat erotic ensemble. She admired herself in the mirror, picked up her pocketbook, and, feeling quite presentable, but very nervous, she went out the door. Her destiny awaited her!
* * *
Sharon Stingly parked her modest Dodge Dart behind a new, blue Rolls Royce in the long driveway that led to Harry Steinburg's luxurious home.
My, what a beautiful car he owned, she thought, as she passed it on her way to the front door. She stepped to the door, breathed deeply and rang the doorbell.
The door was quickly opened by a pretty young maid, who wore absolutely nothing but a sheer black mini-skirt. Sharon gasped. My but these Hollywood movie people had strange tastes, she reflected.
"You must be Miss Stingly," the bare-breasted maid said. "Follow me." She led Sharon through a maze of dimly lit hallways, stopped abruptly in front of an ornate, hand-carved wooden door and said. "Mr. Steinburg is waiting for you. Go right on in."
Sharon's hand shook nervously as she pushed the door open.
"Well, hello there," said Harry Steinburg. The famous Hollywood movie director sat in a big leather chair. Behind him were shelves stocked with books and movie scripts. Pictures of famous movie stars, all autographed with inscriptions like, "thanks for all the help," lined the walls.
"Miss Sharon Stingly, I presume?"
"Yes, sir," she replied weakly.
"You are late!" he rasped. "I distinctly told you to be here at five o'clock. You are one hour late."
"Oh, no," she said politely, shaking her head. "You told me to be here at six. I even wrote it down."
"Fuck you, bitch!" he shouted, a cruel look in his dark blue eyes. "Don't you ever contradict me! If I say you're late, then you're late. Understand, bitch?"
"Y-yes, I understand," she replied in a quaking voice.
"So, you want to be in my next film? You don't look too bad. But I gotta be sure. Get naked."
"Wh-what?" she stammered in disbelief.
"Get naked. Strip. I wanna see you in the buff, darling. Strip. Now!" he ordered in a harsh voice.
She obeyed instantly. He had thrown a real scare into her with his crude language and his harsh tone. She shucked off her clothes with trembling fingers. She swiveled and stood naked before the great director.
He leered at her with a smirk on his mouth. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all. Nice tits, good muscle tone, nice cunt. You could use a little more color-hell, girl you're pale as a fucking ghost. Well, we can fix that easy enough. Turn around so that I can see your ass." She turned quickly.
"Now bend over and touch your toes."
She bent over. She was doing everything almost mechanically. This man was terribly crude and nasty, she thought. My god, she wondered, were all Hollywood people this mean and obscene? She would have liked to tell Harry Steinburg where to shove it, but she knew that she needed his approval. This was her big chance! She had waited years for this break. And if she blew it, she might never get another opportunity.
"Okay, now stand up. I just might be able to use you."
"Can I get dressed now?" she asked. "No. I'm not through with you yet. We gotta finish the audition, darlin'. "
"Oh, okay."
"Come over here and kneel," he directed. She obeyed reluctantly.
"Like I said, I think I can use you, but I'm in a real horny mood right now, so I think you should suck my cock while I think about it."
"Oh, please," she protested. "I just-"
"You just better do exactly what the fuck I say. That's what you'd better do. And I'm telling you to suck my prick. Now get to it, bitch, or you can forget about the film business forever!"
The pretty brunette gripped his prick in her hands and lifted it to her mouth. His cock slipped between her lips, and she sucked. She was repulsed and degraded at being forced to suck Harry Stein-burg's cock, but she felt that she simply had to do it. She had done it for producer Avery Craven. She could do it for director Harry Steinburg. She would do anything to get a part in his next film. Anything!
"Suck my cock, bitch!" he shouted. "Suck it, harder," he rasped as he drilled his big hard cock into Sharon's mouth. His prick was warm and hard, long and thick. It filled her mouth completely.
"Unnngggghhhh! Yeah, my cute little cock-sucker actress. That's getting it, bitch. Damn, I'll make you a fucking star if you can keep sucking my cock like that," he hissed.
God, he was really gross and obscene, she thought. He was rather handsome though. A big man, with long, dark black hair and a thick mustache. His cock was pretty big. And, much to her surprise, she found her cunt getting hot. As she sucked his prick, his passionate sighs and moans, and the lewd commands that he shouted at her seemed to heighten her lustful passion. Her tight young cunt began to ooze pussy-juice, and wild searing sensations of erotic delight coursed through her veins.
A hard slap in her face brought her back to reality. Smack! he hit her again. She could not understand why he was doing this. Why was he hitting her? She was sucking his cock, just like he had told her to do. Sharon was completely confused. And she was dazed by the blows.
The director let his prick slip from her mouth and she looked up into his cruel blue eyes. "What did I do wrong, Mr. Steinburg?" she asked.
"You're not trying hard enough to please me, you little whore! I know that you can suck my cock better than that. Hell, I've been sucked off by some of the most beautiful bitches in the business. Now get down to it and suck my cock hard! Suck it properly, or you'll be punished!" he threatened.
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg. I'm terribly sorry. Let me try again. I know that I can please you. Your cock is so big and hard and beautiful, and can't you tell that I just love sucking your big prick. I just love to lick and lap and suck your lovely cock. And I'm doing the best I can, but I just got carried away and-"
Smack! He slapped her again. "You talk too fucking much, Sharon. Now, shut up and concentrate on sucking my cock. And this time, put your heart and soul into it. Remember, bitch. You suck me properly or you can kiss that film role goodbye."
With that warning, he plunged his cock back between her wet lips. He pumped his prick hard into her hot sucking mouth. He fucked her mouth with all of his strength. Lewd, wet slurping noises echoed throughout the room as he increased the tempo of his cock-thrusts.
"I'm gonna face-fuck the hell out of you!" he screamed.
What a strange man Harry Steinburg was, Sharon thought as she sucked his hard cock deep into her wet mouth. She was beginning to wonder if all Hollywood big shots were not just a bit too kinky in their sex habits. Mr. Steinburg was indeed a wealthy and successful man-not to mention handsome. And she was rather infatuated with him, at least to the point where she did not mind sucking his prick. But she did not like getting yelled at and slapped for no apparent reason.
"Unnnngggghhhh! Uuummmmppphhhh!" he groaned. He knew that soon he would shoot his load of thick jism into her mouth. But he wanted to prolong the wild sensations of face-fucking this beautiful brunette bitch. He loved dominating and tormenting beauties like this one who knelt before him. In fact, he kind of enjoyed his reputation for being a nasty son of a bitch. A demanding Hollywood director, a notorious, infamous scoundrel in a business that was literally loaded with mean, nasty unscrupulous bastards.
"Suck my cock!" he screamed. "Suck me hard! Do it, my little slave bitch!" he commanded. Damn, it made him so hot to use the word 'slave', he thought. He loved it!
He called me a slave! Sharon thought in utter disbelief. Where the hell does he get off calling me a fucking slave? She sobbed softly, gasped in a quick breath of air and continued sucking his hot prick. Her cunt was seething with pussy-juice. Somehow, when he had called her a slave, it had served to heighten her passion and lust. The crude way that he spoke to her was turning her on! She found it hard to believe, but she could not deny it. Her cunt was oozing thick streams of pussy-juice.
"Keep on sucking, slave! Keep it up, bitch! Unnnggghhhh! Ohhhhh, yes!"
He thrust his hips forward brutally, filling her mouth to overflowing with his hard cock-shaft.
She gasped. His crotch pressed into her face, blocking her nose and making it impossible for her to draw a breath. She tried to pull away, but he would not let her. He forced her mouth tight over his hot prick.
"Oh, yeah! Hot damn! Ummmmppphhhhh! Ummmpppphhhh! Aaaaagggghhhh!" he screamed as he shot his load into her mouth.
His thick jism creamed over her lips and a stringy stream of slick sperm oozed from her mouth, drooling obscenely down her chin.
It was a revolting and humiliating scene. The way he shouted at her and hit her and used her mouth to deposit his cum. It was disgusting, she thought. And yet, her cunt was hot and horny. And she felt frustrated at the sight of his prick going soft and limp. Her cunt was slick, hot and horny with lust. She needed to be fucked, and he had wasted his load in her mouth. She wiped a rivulet of cum from the corner of her mouth.
"Not bad," he sneered. He strolled over to a big leather couch and sprawled out. Cum still oozed from his spent cock. He sighed and relaxed.
The beautiful young brunette could not control her passion. She crawled over to Harry Steinburg.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg!" she exclaimed. "I simply must lick your cock clean. Mmmmm," she moaned as she lapped a big drop of jism from the tip of his flaccid cock.
Sharon's cunt was seething with need and desire. She wanted to be fucked so badly. She gripped his cock and began to jerk it up and down, doing her best to stroke his prick into a hard-on once again so that she could stick it into her hot pussy. After a few brief moments, his prick began to rise.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he groaned. "Yeah. That feels pretty good. Jack my cock, you sleazy wench. Jack my prick hard and maybe I will reward you by giving you a good fucking. A good hard fucking in your tight little cunt. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's what I want," she begged. "I'm dying for it. My cunt is so hot and wet and ready. I need it so badly. I need your cock in my cunt."
She pumped his prick hard, and, before long, he had a lovely cock-stand. He was ready to fuck, she thought. Ready to fuck her tight juicy pussy into a wonderful orgasm. She was so excited and eager.
"Okay, darling," he sighed. "I'll give you a real good fucking. A fucking like you've never had before. A fucking you'll never forget. Go sit over in the corner and wait. I'll be right back."
With that, he strolled out of the room.
Sharon Stingly waited patiently in the corner. She thought of how wonderful it would be when
Mr. Steinburg returned and fucked her until she came. Her cunt was seething. Her twat was so damned juicy and hot that she simply could not wait. She began to finger-fuck herself, rubbing her middle finger around her clit until thrilling sensations racked her body and she writhed in ecstasy. She plunged her finger deep into her tight cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as lovely tingling sensations pulsed through her spasming pussy. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "It feels so damned good." Her finger sluiced in and out of her slick cunt. "Mmmmm-mmm, yeah," she sighed. "It's so good. So damn good. My cunt is so hot and wet and ready. Mmmmm. Yeah, it's so-"
"It's so what?" Mr. Steinburg shouted as he stared at the shocked woman whose finger was buried to the hilt in her hot seething pussy.
"Oh, my god!" she gasped. "I . . . I didn't think you'd be back so fast. I . . . I thought-"
Crack! The whip slashed across her tender naked tit-flesh. She winced as searing, mind-bending pain soared through her body. My heavens, she thought. The man is actually hitting me with a whip! She was dumfounded, thunderstruck, totally confused.
"Fucking slut!" he shouted as the whip whistled through the air and, once again, lashed her tender tits. Crack! "Who gave you permission to finger-fuck your cunt? Huh?" Crack! The whip bit into her flesh again. "Answer me! Answer me this instant!"
"No-nobody gave me permission," she replied weakly. Her voice was barely audible. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hunched her naked body up, covering her tits with her bare arms in an effort to protect her sensitive tit-flesh from the bite of the whip.
"Well," said the infamous director Harry Steinburg as he leered at the cowering, defenseless woman. "How do you explain your depraved and wicked behavior? Imagine! Finger-fucking yourself! Don't you have any sense at all woman? You can go blind doing that!"
This guy cannot be for real, Sharon thought. He must be playing some kind of cruel and wicked sexual game. That must be it, she figured. He was a weirdo, a pervert who got his kicks from degrading women, calling them slaves, making them suck his cock, whipping them. She decided that it was best to simply go along with him in hopes that he would not hurt her any more-and in hopes that, when the night was over, she would have a part in his next film!
"Oh, no!" she cried. "I didn't mean to do it! It is just that I was waiting for you to come back and fuck my cunt. And my pussy was so hot and horny that I just couldn't help myself." She broke down in tears.
"You will have to be punished for your obscene and sickening behavior, little lady." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a roll of thick, black electrician's tape.
"Oh, no!" she screamed. "Please, don't tape me up! Please! I'll do whatever you say. I'm sorry. I'll be good." The evil look in his eyes frightened her to death. This man really was nuts, she thought.
"You must be punished!" he shouted. Crack! Crack! The whip flayed her back and tits. She winced in terrible pain and sobbed uncontrollably. Then, knowing that it would be useless to protest further, she folded her hands together and thrust them forward.
He wrapped the thick black tape around her wrists, securing them tightly. Then he led her across the room, tugging on her long brown tresses, making her crawl behind him. He bound her wrists to a steel pipe which stuck out of the wall near the floor. The pipe had once led to an old steam radiator which had long since been replaced by a modern gas heating system.
She wept as he stood back and examined his handiwork. He glared at her as she knelt, bound to the pipe by her wrists, her taut ass-cheeks thrust upward.
"Now, you will receive your punishment, you lewd wench!" he shouted.
"What are you going to do to me?" she cried.
Crack! He thrashed her again. Crack! Crack! The whip fell mercilessly on her exposed ass-cheeks. "When you behave so foolishly and shamelessly, you must be punished. Imagine! Finger-fucking yourself!" he said indignantly. "What are you, some kind of depraved sexual pervert?" His words were punctuated by the incessant cracking of the whip.
"I . . . I just don't know what came over me, Mr. Steinburg," she answered. "I won't do it again. Honest. Please, believe me. The whip hurt so much. Please, don't whip me any more."
Tears flowed from her eyes and streamed down her big, ripe, luscious tits. But, although she was humiliated and degraded, and although she knew that she was in the clutches of a wicked man, Sharon had to admit that she was hot! Her pussy was on fire. Somehow, this crazy, bizarre scene had excited her tremendously. Beyond belief!
Astoundingly! Wild sensations ripped through her loins. Her sensitive clit quivered. Her nipples hardened, and her cunt was sopping wet.
He knelt behind her and began to knead her soft, aching ass-flesh. He pinched her ass cruelly. Then his fingers moved lasciviously, passing through her ass-crack and coming to rest on her hot, wet pussy-lips.
"My, my. What have we here?" he taunted in mock surprise. "A nice, juicy, hot, wet cunt. Ready to go!"
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg," she whined. "My cunt is ready for your hard cock to fuck it. My pussy is just dying for you to stick your prick deep inside .and fuck it until it cums."
He pressed three fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed with delight as his fingers moved in and out of her tight, slick, pussy-slit. He pumped his fingers rhythmically with the skill he had acquired in fingering a woman's slick cunt.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," she whimpered. She closed her eyes tight and, tossing her head back in sexual delight, she yelped, "That feels so good! Oh, my heavens!"
He pumped his fingers into her squirming cuntal sheath, then his probing fingers found her clit. He pulled on her clit, and she responded, moaning in delight and sexual abandon.
"Get ready, my horny little wench. I, famous Hollywood director, Harry Steinburg, am about to fuck your cunt silly." He leaned into her, ramming his hard prick balls-deep into her cunt.
"Mmmmm," she hummed as his cock thumped into her pussy. This guy might be crazy and a bit kinky, she thought, but she needed to be fucked in the worst way. Besides, if she fucked him real good, and built his ego up by groaning and moaning and acting as though he were the greatest fucker in the world, then she would be sure to get that acting part. So she thrust her hips back to meet his cock as he rammed it up her hot pussy. His prick was big, and it pressed tightly against the juicy walls of her tight cuntal sheath. She moaned and wriggled in sexual bliss. But she was not pretending. She meant it. Harry Steinburg was a damned good fuck, she surmised. He might be weird, but he sure knew how to handle a hot woman in need of a good fuck.
She tensed her thigh, stomach and cunt muscles and his prick was squeezed, caught in the lovely tight web of her pussy. Her grasping cunt clenched tightly around his cock and he let out a loud piercing cry-not of pain-but of pleasure. He moaned as she gripped his hard cock with her cunt-muscles. His cock quivered and shook inside of her pussy-sheath. He was locked in her cuntal embrace, locked in the fleshy prison of her dark, damp delicious twat.
"Good God, woman!" he wailed. "You have the tightest pussy in the whole wide world. Ohhhhh, damn! I can't believe it. The way you use your cunt-muscles. What muscle tone, what strength. My God!"
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg," she cooed. "And your cock feels so good in my cunt. It feels great. Ohhhhhhh!"
The heat from her pussy burned his prick with the heat of inflamed passion, searing his electrified cock-tip and causing his prick to bulge and harden more with every thrusting movement. He simply could not get enough of this wonderful woman with the incredible spasming pussy that tightened and clenched his cock.
"Keep on fucking! Fuck harder!" he shouted, his voice husky and rasping. He was losing all control. He fucked her in hard, jerking, flailing, brutal strokes. Without rhythm. Without gentleness. Like a machine out of control, his prick pistoned in and out of her tight hot cunt, sluicing in and out, bringing overwhelmingly thrilling sensations with every cock-thrust. Faster and faster he fucked.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Steinburg. Keep going. Keep fucking my pussy. I'm giving you all I've got. All of it . . . and more."
With that she squeezed the muscles of her cunt even harder, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger. His prick filled her cunt to capacity, stretching her cunt walls to the limit. She was in the throes of ecstasy and was acting like a complete wanton-acting like a fucking slut! And loving every minute of it!
"I . . . I can't hold out much longer. I'm gonna cum any minute now. I just . . . aaaagggghhhh! Ummmhhh!"
Harry Steinburg thumped his prick into her one last time as his thick cum spewed into her pussy, bathing her cuntal sheath with his creamy jism.
"Me too!" she wailed. "Me too! I'm cumming! Aaagggghhhh! Oh, my God! Unnnnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!"
She slumped forward on the floor, and Harry Steinburg fell sideways off of her and stretched out, wholly satisfied. She tried to straighten up, but her wrists were still tied up with tape and she could not move. She remained bound to the pipe.
They lay still for quite some time. She dozed off and dreamed sweet dreams. Dreams of being a Hollywood star. Of owning a beautiful home like Harry Steinburg's home. Of driving around in a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. Of dressing in fabulous gowns and dating famous movie stars. She dreamed dreams of money, fame, fortune and glory.
CHAPTER TWO
Sharon Stingly was rudely awakened an hour after she and director Harry Steinburg had finished fucking. The tape which had bound her tapes had been removed and she was being dragged by the heels. Her taut naked ass-cheeks slid roughly along the wooden floor. She was dragged into a small room, hoisted onto a hard, four-poster bed. Harry Steinburg tied her wrists tightly to the two top posters with thick rope. She was bound face-down. "What are you doing to me, Mr. Steinburg?" she cried.
"Why, you weren't so foolish to think that I had finished with you, were you, my sweet? Surely you jest. Ha! Ha!"
"B-but, I sucked your cock and you fucked me. What more could you possibly want?"
"Darling, I thought you'd never ask," the director quipped, and laughed again. He looked straight into her almond-shaped brown eyes, shook his head as if in disbelief and said, "Sweetheart, this little evening of pleasure is not yet complete."
Sharon wanted to scream. She had done everything he had asked her to do. She had sucked his cock. She had fucked him. Moreover, he had whipped her and slapped her around. He had degraded and humiliated her. He had even tied her up with tape and called her his slave. Harry Steinburg was a maniac, she concluded. She simply could not believe that he had dragged her to another room and tied her arms outstretched to the posts of a bed. This was unthinkable!
"Well, my cute little cunt. It is so nice to see you again," said a familiar voice from the back of the room. She was bound in such a manner that she could not look in the direction of the voice. But she recognized the voice. She had heard it before, but she could not quite place it. It was a man's voice, a familiar man's voice. And she did not like the sound of it.
"Who was that?" she implored Harry Steinburg, who still stood above her with an evil grin.
"Oh, that's your friendly neighborhood Hollywood producer, the famous-or should I say infamous-Mr. Avery Craven."
"Hello, dear little sweet-puss," greeted the producer. Then he slapped her hard on her ass-cheeks.
"Ouch! Ouch" she yelped and screwed her face up in pain. "My God, what are you doing here?"
"Well, my good friend Harry Steinburg invited me over this evening. I suppose good old Harry figured I might like to join in the fun. And, well, I remember how well you sucked my cock the other day. So I decided I might as well drop by and see how you two are getting along," said Avery Craven.
Mr. Craven busied himself by tying Sharon's ankles to the lower bed posts, so that she was totally bound and at their mercy. Her legs were spread-eagled and her arms splayed apart and bound as well. She could hardly move a muscle, but she writhed in her bonds, shaking her hips from side to side in a frantic effort to escape.
Finally, she gave up in despair. She was simply bound too tightly to get free. She would have to let the evil movie moguls have their way with her. Once she accepted her fate, she quickly resigned herself to it. They would both fuck her, she figured. She could stand that. The most important thing to her was that she still got that movie part. After enduring all of this degradation, it was absolutely imperative that she get a part in their next movie. Then she would make it big, and she would never have anything to do with either producer, Avery Craven, or director, Harry Steinburg, again.
"Well," she said wearily. "Go ahead and fuck me. Go ahead and get it over with. But remember, you promised me that I could be in your next film. You promised."
"Yes, dear. We promised," said the handsome director. "And we fully intend to keep our promise-if you continue to please us on this lovely evening. You see, this is your audition. Now, if it ever gets to be too much for you to handle, just say so, and we'll end the audition, and you can go home. Of course, that would mean that you had failed the audition, and you would not get the part. But, if you make it through the night, then Mr. Craven and I will both give you our approval. Isn't that right, Avery?"
"That's right," Mr. Craven agreed.
"Okay," said Sharon. "Then go ahead and fuck me. I'm ready. I can take it. This is the weirdest audition I've ever heard of in my entire life. But if this is what I've got to do, I'll go right ahead and do it. And don't think I'm gonna fail your crazy audition. I'll pass it, and with flying colors!" she said with defiant determination.
"That's the spirit!"
"Yeah, you've got the right attitude, sweet-puss."
Craven began to fondle her lovely long legs, moving his hands up and down her firm limbs slowly. Then he grabbed her ass-cheeks firmly in his hands, kneading her ass-flesh and pinching her lovely globes.
"Such a sweet young ass," Craven proclaimed as he fondled her ass. "And such a nice little twat!" he exclaimed as he thrust his index finger deep into her cuntal sheath.
"Aannggghhh," Sharon gasped as Craven's finger sluiced in and out of her tight pussy in quick mechanical thrusts. His finger worked like a jack-hammer in her cunt with fast, precise thrusts.
Although she considered his finger-fucking movements crude, she nevertheless felt her cunt begin to boil with seething, hot cunt-juice. Pussy-juice trickled down her creamy inner thighs.
"Oh, yes," she sighed as her loins responded to his digital ministrations.
"Yeah," Craven hissed. "Get it, sweetheart. Get it! I'm gonna get you real nice and hot so that I can stick my cock right up your sweet, hot little cunt. So enjoy it, darling."
Sharon tried to fight her feelings of passion and lust, but she could not resist the lovely feelings that came from his finger slicing in and out of her pussy, making her cunt ooze twat-juice. It felt so good. She did not want to respond, but she could not help herself.
Craven inserted a second finger, then a third, until he had three fingers deeply imbedded in her hot cunt. Three long fingers pumping into her pussy.
All of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. She felt bad that he had stopped finger-fucking her but, more than anything else, she was confused. She knew that something else was coming up. She knew that Avery Craven, the famous Hollywood producer, was not finished with her. What would he do next? she thought.
She did not have to wait long for the answer. With a hard lunge, Craven thrust his prick deep into her seething cunt.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" he gasped as his prick slid into her cuntal sheath, filling her tight pussy to overflowing.
Craven began to fuck her cunt like a man possessed. He gasped and grunted obscenely as his thick hard cock sluiced in and out of her cunt, pressing against her sensitive pussy walls. His hard cock sent shivers of sexual delight coursing through her pussy.
"Unnnnn," she grunted as her hips began to jerk rhythmically in response to Craven's hard cock thrusts. Although she felt degraded and humiliated by this whole depraved scene, she nevertheless could not help but respond to Craven's hard fucking strokes. Her pussy was red hot, seething, wet and juicy. She loved it!
"Get it, darling!" Craven rasped. "The last time I had you, you only sucked my cock. But now you are getting the full treatment. I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion, you young wench. Oh, yeah, that's getting it!"
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed. "Your cock feels so good in my tight pussy. It feels great. Ohhhh, yes," she sighed.
Sharon threw her head back and kept right on jerking and pumping, thrusting her hips back and forth to meet his hard cock thrusts. Her cunt-juices were flowing, lubricating her seething pussy-hole.
"That's it, darling," Craven said. "Fuck my cock nice and hard, honey. Suck my hard, prick right into your tight pussy. Clamp down with your pussy-muscles."
Sharon did as instructed. She tightened her cunt-muscles and clenched his hard thick cock between her tight pussy-walls. She jerked her hips even harder, erupting into a seething sexual animal in heat. She was in a sexual frenzy. Sweat poured down her beautiful face, matting her lovely long brown hair. Cunt-juice oozed down her inner thighs. Her hip muscles strained as she worked them harder and harder, faster and faster, to meet Craven's frenzied cock thrusts. Tingling sensations filled her cunt and she felt an enormous orgasm building in her loins. She felt it coming, and she was not about to stop for anything. She was totally caught up in the passion of the moment. She forgot about everything that was happening to her, forgot about everything but Craven's hard cock that kept pounding relentlessly into her tight cunt.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . gonna . . . cuuummm!" she wailed as her orgasm wracked her body. "Oh, my god! I . . . I can't believe it! Ohhhhhhh! Yessss!"
"I'm almost there too, honey," rasped Craven. "Here . . . I goooooo!"
At that moment, Craven's thick pumping cock spewed a wad of thick hot jism into her tight pussy. She felt his cum coat her pussy-walls and fill her cunt.
As he pulled his flaccid prick from her pussy, Sharon sighed. Every muscle in her body relaxed. Her heartbeat began to slow to normal. Her tight pussy-walls loosened. Cum oozed from her cunt and dripped onto the sheets.
She was almost asleep when she heard the shrill voice of director Harry Steinburg say, "Now, it's my turn. But I don't like sloppy seconds. So I think I'll try out a different hole."
As she listened to Steinburg moving around to the foot of the bed, she wondered. What hole was he referring to? She had only one cunt-hole. But he had said that he was going to try out a different hole. He could not possibly be thinking about penetrating her asshole, she thought. That was unthinkable! Unspeakable! Wicked and depraved! No, she reassured herself, he would never do anything so-
"Unnnggghhhh!" Steinburg grunted as he stuck his prick-tip between her lovely ass-cheeks. "This is the hole I'm gonna fuck. This sweet little asshole."
"Noooooo!" she bellowed. "Please, I beg of you, don't fuck me in the asshole!"
Sharon Stingly simply could not believe what was happening to her. This was horrible. The mere thought of getting reamed in her tiny nether-hole was absolutely revolting. She had heard of ass-fucking, but she could never really believe that it went On. That people really did such things. Such horrid things as fucking a woman in her asshole!
"Oh, yes, my little starlet," Steinburg replied. "Oh, yes, indeed. I plan to fuck your tight little asshole until I shoot my entire wad right up your ass. So grin and bear it, darling."
He thrust forward, his prick-tip inching deeper into her narrow asshole. The pain was intense as his prick stretched her firm tight ass-muscles. Sharon began to sob. It hurt too much to cry out. The pain and agony were terrific. And the humiliation, the awful humiliation and degradation of it all. Getting fucked in the asshole was really the pits, she thought.
"Please, stop, Mr. Steinburg," she begged in a weak, barely audible voice. "Please, it hurts so much. I just can't stand it. Your cock is much too big to fit my little asshole. You'll split my rear in two."
Steinburg immediately stopped. His prick-knob was only two inches deep in her nether-hole, but it was locked firmly in place.
What was he going to do? she wondered. Was he really going to stop ass-fucking her and take pity on her? Her questions were quickly answered.
"Well, now sweetheart," Steinburg proclaimed in a loud demanding, angry tone of voice. "It seems to me that at the beginning of our little party tonight, we made a firm agreement. And that agreement was that you would do whatever we wanted you to do, for both Mr. Craven and myself. In return, we promised you a part in our next film. And we fully intend to stand behind that promise. Isn't that right, Mr. Craven?"
"That's right," Craven replied flatly.
"But," Steinburg continued, "you must comply with our demands or the deal is off. You agreed to the arrangement, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Sharon answered. She grimaced, knowing that she had made the promise, and that if she were to have that film role, she would have to obey the vile commands of these evil movie moguls. They must have their way with her, or she would be forced to give up her aspirations for super-stardom on the Silver Screen.
"Well, then. What wHi it be, Miss Stingly?" Steinburg asked. "Are you ready to quit and call it a night? Or are you going to stick it out? We fully intend to keep our part of the agreement. It is totally up to you."
"Yes," Avery Craven added. "Your future is in your own cute little hands. Or should I say your future is in your ass? Ha. Ha."
The two men joined together in their lewd laughter. Steinburg's prick-tip remained hard and imbedded a couple of inches into her clenching asshole as he laughed heartily. His hands were fondling her firm up-thrust ass-cheeks. With every laugh, she felt a searing pain lance through her asshole and run through her cunt to her brain.
She wondered whether she could stand it. Could she stand the pain and degradation of it all? She had already endured so much degradation at the hands of Craven and Steinburg, a bit more would make little difference, she reasoned. If she could only make it through the night, she would get that movie role, and she would be on her way to stardom. Visions of Oscars danced before her eyes. Hell, yes! She could stand it, she decided.
"Okay," she said forthrightly and firmly. "Go at it. I can take it. I've already sucked your cocks, and you have fucked my cunt. So have your way with me. I'm ready." She really was not ready, but she pretended to be ready. She steeled her nerves for the onslaught of Steinburg's hard cock into her virgin asshole. She pursed her lips and clenched her teeth in dreadful anticipation.
"That's a good girl," Craven remarked.
"Yeah, that's a real good attitude. And a very smart move," said Steinburg. Then, without further warning, he plunged his rock-hard prick into her tight asshole. He grunted loudly as his lengthy cock thrust forward, stretching her rectal muscles to the limit.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Ooowwwww!" she screamed. Although she had tried not to yell, the pain was so severe that she had no choice but to bellow in anguish as his thick hard cock penetrated deep into her asshole.
"Get her good, Harry," said Craven, goading his buddy on. "Fuck her ass real good. She's got a cherry asshole, buddy. So break her in properly."
With his prick buried to the hilt in Sharon's tight asshole, Harry Steinburg turned in Craven's direction, gave him a wink, and quipped, "I'm gonna ream her asshole out real good. And when I'm through with her, she'll love it. Just stand back and watch me work."
Avery Craven nodded and stepped back to view the scene on the four-poster bed. And it was quite a scene to behold, he had to admit. The beautiful young Sharon Stingly was bound spread-eagled, ass jutting up in the air; his pal, the director, Harry Steinburg was fucking her tight little asshole. Busting her ass-cherry.
The preliminaries were over now, and Steinburg was pumping his hot hard prick deep into her nether-hole. She yelped and cried as his cock sluiced in and out of her asshole with brutal, spearing thrusts.
"Oh, my god!" she screamed. "Your cock is so big. It's simply too big for my little asshole. The pain is terrible!"
"Unnnnggghhh! Unnnhhh!" Steinburg groaned and grunted as his cock drove deep into her butt-hole. "It feels so damned good. Sharon, baby, you've got the tightest asshole in Hollywood."
"B-but, I . . . just . . . don't know if I . . . can . . . stand it!" she stammered. "Your prick feels like it's tearing my little butt in two."
Steinburg's prick pressed deeply into her asshole, moving with excruciating friction up her ass-channel, sluicing in and out of her firm butt. He was enraptured-in the throes of sheer, wanton sexual abandon and blissful ecstasy. Her rectal muscles were clamped around his lengthy cock like a vise-grip that would not let go. And he did not want her asshole to let his prick loose. Not until he shot her ass full of thick hot jism.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "It hurts so much!" She tried to take her mind off of what was happening to her. She imagined what her life would be like when she had become a star. When the horrid degradation and agony of this wicked night would be behind her. She thought of all the money that she would make, the beautiful cars she would own, her adoring fans, maids and servants waiting on her hand and foot. Living in the lap of luxury.
But no matter how hard she thought about the future, the cock that was impaled in her asshole always brought her mind back to the present. Every time that Harry Steinburg thrust his big prick up her butt-hole, she felt her tender ass-cheeks being wedged apart. She felt the walls of her asshole being stretched so far that she felt they were being ripped apart and torn to shreds by his massive cock.
"Keep it up, sweetheart," Steinburg gasped. "You're doing just fine." He grunted, and, as though drawing on a reserve of strength and energy and sexual passion, he thrust his cock even harder and deeper into her ass-channel.
"Good god!" she exclaimed as another hard inch of his huge prick wedged its way up her asshole. She tried to move forward, but found that she simply could not do it. Her wrists and ankles were bound too tightly to the bed posts for her to move at all. All that she could do was endure the pain and hope that he would cum soon, thus ending the agonizing torture she felt in her asshole.
"Unnngggghhhh!" he grunted loudly. "What a tight ass you have, my dear. It feels so damned good that I think I am about to shoot my load right up your sweet little asshole."
"No! No! Not yet! Please, not yet!" she yelled. "It . . . it's beginning . . . to feel . . . good!" she exclaimed. Sharon could not believe her own words. She had just begged him to keep ass-fucking her! Why? she wondered. Then she realized. It really was beginning to feel good! It was the strangest feeling she had ever sensed in her life! Pain mixed with pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Sheer, unadulterated, decadent and depraved lust. Her cunt was seething with pussy-juice. She could feel it soaking her smooth inner thighs. Steinburg had bragged to his buddy that he would make her love it. And he was doing just that! She was so confused. But, although she knew that ass-fucking was terribly wicked and lewd, she found herself thrusting her hips backwards as far as her restraints allowed. Thrusting her ass back to meet his plunging cock-thrusts.
"That's the spirit!" Steinburg yelled in a shrill voice. "I knew you'd love it. They don't call me Studly Steinburg for nothing, sweetheart. I'll hang on for a few moments more so that you can cum. But make it quick, because I can't last much longer."
"Yeah! Yeah! Ohhhhhh! Aaaaaggghhh! Unnnhh! Aaaahhh," she screamed as her climax tore through her loins and electrified her entire body. Every muscle in her beautiful young body twitched and spasmed uncontrollably as her orgasm wracked her.
A split second later, Steinburg-gasped, grunted and groaned as he shot a load of cum deep into her ass.
She felt him climb off of her, heard him sigh as he relaxed and savored his thrilling climax. Then she fell soundly asleep, and dreamed of dashing toward the huge stage, flash bulbs going off all around her as photographers pressed forward to take her picture. She clutched her Oscar for Best Actress and began her acceptance speech, in which she lavished praise and thanks on Producer Avery Craven and Director Harry Steinburg, without whom none of this would have been possible . . .
* * *
Three hours later, Sharon Stingly was rudely awakened by a hard slap on her tender ass.
"Ouch!" she cried, and rolled over to look into the leering eyes of Avery Craven and Harry Steinburg. Immediately, she realized that her hands had been untied while she had been dreaming. The two men were fully dressed. They stood at the foot of the bed, smiling broadly at her and eyeing her naked beauty.
"It's time to call it a night, sweetheart," Steinburg announced. "The audition is over. You can go home now."
"Yep," Craven agreed. "We talked it over and decided that you passed the audition."
"With flying colors, my sweet," Steinburg chimed in.
"And think of how easy it was, Miss Stingly. You didn't even have to do any acting."
The two men laughed heartily.
"You mean I got the part?" Sharon exclaimed in glee.
The two men exchanged doleful looks, grimaced and shook their heads. They pawed the floor and did everything possible to avoid eye contact with the beautiful brunette.
"Well, do I have the part in your next movie or not?" she cried impatiently. "I did everything you told me to do. I sucked your cocks, I fucked both of you, you even slapped me around, tied me up and whipped me. You promised that if I did everything you demanded, you would give me your approval."
"Yes, we did promise you. And we fully intend to keep our promise to you, Miss Stingly," said Steinburg.
Sharon sighed in relief. It seemed as though the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.
"You have our approval," added Craven. "But that is not quite enough."
"What do you mean? What are you trying to say?" she cried hysterically.
"Now, now. Calm down, darling," Craven said. "Let me explain the situation to you. You see, the movie business has changed considerably in the past few years. In the good old days, the producer and director had the final say on the casting of movie productions in Hollywood. But now things have changed. Mr. Steinburg and I have to deal with big-time stars who have top-notch agents working for them. When we put on a production, it costs millions of dollars. And, in order to fill the movie theaters with paying customers, it is absolutely essential that we use big-name stars in our films."
"Yeah," Steinburg added. "All of our films star Academy Award Winners. And they cost lots of money. Usually five million bucks just for a single movie."
"And these million-dollar stars often demand to have some say in who is casted in the film. They want to make sure that some beautiful young actress like you doesn't upstage them in the film," Craven explained.
"So, in their contracts they often have a clause that stipulates that they must approve of the other members of the cast. Do you understand?" Steinburg asked.
"Yes, I understand. But, I'm not out to upstage anyone, much less a famous Hollywood star. Just tell me. Who is the person who has to approve me? Who do I have to see next?" Sharon asked with a look of exasperation on her face.
Craven and Steinburg once again cast doleful glances at one another. Then, in unison, they both said, "Lola Fontaine." They looked at Sharon to see her response. And they were surprised when they heard it.
"Lola Fontaine!" Sharon yelped enthusiastically. "You mean that I am going to be in the same movie as the famous Miss Lola Fontaine!"
She jumped up off the bed and dashed toward the two surprised men. She hugged and kissed them both. She smiled, grinned, laughed, and jumped up and down in childish glee.
"I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna be in the same movie as Miss Fontaine! THE Miss Lola Fontaine! It's just too good to be true. Tell me I'm not dreaming. Pinch me."
As if on cue, both men reached down and pinched her firm ass-cheeks. Sharon yelped in mock pain and giggled like a little girl.
"It's true," said Craven. "But first, you must meet her."
"And you must get her approval," Steinberg added.
"When do I get to meet her?" Sharon asked in eager anticipation.
"I'll set up an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. She sleeps late, so you'll probably be seeing her around two o'clock in the afternoon," said Producer Avery Craven. "I'll send a chauffeur-driven limousine to your house to pick you up around noon. She lives in Malibu and she likes people to arrive early. Miss Lola Fontaine will probably keep you waiting awhile. Dress sharp and be prepared for anything. Miss Fontaine can be a very demanding woman."
"No problem," Sharon replied. "I just hope I can get some sleep tonight. I just can't believe that I am actually going to get to meet Miss Lola Fontaine tomorrow. I've seen all of her movies and I just think she is the greatest actress in the whole wide world. What an honor! What a privilege to be in a movie with the Miss Lola Fontaine."
"Hurry along, now," chided Avery Craven. "Get dressed and drive home, and get some sleep. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, and you'll need all of the sleep you can get."
"Will do," she said enthusiastically as she gathered up her clothes and began to dress. "I'm just so excited. You can't imagine. I can never thank you enough. Both of you."
Craven and Steinburg strolled out of the bedroom and into the living room. They sat in big leather chairs. Both men were exhausted from the evening's sexual activities. Their faces showed weariness and fatigue.
Avery Craven spoke first. "She seems like such a nice kid," he said.
"Yeah, young, innocent and very beautiful."
"Just the type of girl that our dear super-star Miss Lola Fontaine hates the most. I feel kind of sorry for Sharon, you know?"
"Yeah, I know all right. I know only too damned well. Lola Fontaine is just about finished in the film business. I was happy as could be that we managed to nail her down for this film, because I think it will be her last. She's only thirty-two years old, but she's been hitting the booze pretty hard lately. And that, combined with her debauched lifestyle, is gonna push her over the hill real fast."
"Christ, the last time I was out to her place, she had been going strong for five days running. She had one of her notorious orgies going."
"Oh, yeah. Miss Lola Fontaine's Sexcapades, starring Miss Lola Fontaine, with her supporting cast of five or six little nymphettes who obey her every whim and imagine."
"Nymphettes is a kind way to put it. She calls them slaves. And she means it!" Craven said emphatically.
"I guess she'll give Sharon a pretty hard time, huh?"
"That's putting it mildly. If I know Miss Lola Fontaine-and I've directed her in four films, so I know her pretty damned well, she'll put Sharon Stingly through sheer hell. The last thing Lola wants at this stage of her career is to be competing with a vivacious young beauty like Sharon. If Sharon thinks we gave her a rough going-over, she's got a real big surprise coming."
CHAPTER THREE
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Sharon Stingly woke up bright-eyed and ready to go at seven o'clock in the morning. She simply could not sleep very well. So, after tossing and turning all night, she decided to rise and shine. She was too nervous to eat, so she drank about six cups of coffee and listened to the radio and watched the morning soap operas on the television until noon.
At exactly twelve noon, a huge gleaming, black Cadillac limo pulled up in front of her apartment. As she hurried to gather her hand-bag and lock up the place, she kept waiting for the driver to honk the horn. Then she realized that chauffeurs simply did not honk horns for actresses. They knew their place. They were paid to wait patiently.
Savoring her newfound power, Sharon slipped into the bathroom and, once again, ran the comb through her long brown hair. She admired herself in the mirror, assumed various and assorted poses -sexy, lewd, little-girl pretty, stern and upright-was pleased with her performance, and strolled to the chauffeur-driven Cadillac.
The driver opened the rear door for her, and she sat down in the plush interior. Although it took an hour to reach Miss Lola Fontaine's luxurious mansion in Malibu, the time seemed to whisk by. Sharon was there before she knew it.
Before she even reached the huge redwood door, a naked maid had opened it.
"Miss Lola Fontaine is reclining by the pool," the maid said politely. "She will see you shortly. Please have a seat in the waiting room."
Sharon followed the maid to the waiting room. She was stunned! The waiting room was as big as Sharon's entire apartment. Sharon sat and waited. And waited. And waited. She waited for two hours. Finally, at exactly three o'clock, the naked maid reappeared, and beckoned Sharon to follow her to the pool, where Miss Fontaine was waiting.
After what seemed like an interminable walk through a maze of corridors, Sharon was led out onto a gigantic patio which encircled a huge swimming pool built in the shape of a five-pointed star.
"Miss Lola Fontaine is at the far end of the patio," the maid informed Sharon. "Go to her, and, good luck," she said with a wink.
Sharon gasped as she caught sight of Miss Lola Fontaine. The beautiful blonde movie star was stretched out in a chaise lounge. Her shapely long legs were splayed apart, draped casually over the arms of the lounge chair. Her voluptuous deep-tanned body was naked, except for a pair of sexy black open-toed shoes with very high pencil-thin silver heels. The heels were imbedded with real diamonds and rubies.
Four beautiful nude young maids were servicing the reclining film star. Each young beauty performed a specific task. Each task was more degrading than the others.
One naked girl stood behind her mistress, combing the woman's lengthy blonde tresses with a silver comb. Two other maids-equally as young-knelt on either side of the chaise lounge, kissing Miss Lola Fontaine's feet. And the fourth nubile young maid knelt directly in front of the blonde beauty.
Her face was pressed between the voluptuous movie star's lovely, glistening thighs. And she was sucking Miss Fontaine's cunt.
Sharon Stingly simply could not believe her own eyes. She shook her head in disbelief, trying to clear her befuddled brain. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? she wondered. Or was this scene actually happening? She opened her eyes wide and, once again, surveyed the wicked scene. She listened carefully to Miss Lola Fontaine. The woman was writhing in sexual bliss and gasping in wanton delight.
"Oh, yes," Lola Fontaine hissed in a wicked and cruel voice. "Suck my gorgeous pussy, my little slave wench. Suck my beautiful cunt. Lick me. Eat me out. Swallow all of my tasty cunt-oils, you lucky little bitch. Suck my lovely clit into your hot little mouth. Unnnggghhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, yes, it feels so fucking good. Go to it, my little cunt licker. Make your mistress feel good. Make me cum!"
The beautiful maid thrust her face forward and gripped Miss Fontaine's clit tightly, but tenderly, between her lips. She gingerly chewed on the beautiful blonde's clit, tugging tenderly on the gorgeous blonde's sensitive love-button. She pulled Miss Fontaine's clit out of its cuntal sheath until it was stretched to the limit. Then she released her tight gripping lips and her mistress' clit snapped back into her blonde-haired pussy.
"Good God!" Miss Fontaine rasped. "You really do know how to suck my lovely blonde cunt, you slit-sucking cunt. You cunt-lapping whore. Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her maid promptly repeated her lewd clit-snapping performance on the cunt of the beautiful movie star. "I'll have to use you more often, my little slave bitch. Maybe I'll even make you my personal cunt-licker and deprive my other slaves of the privilege of sucking my gorgeous million-dollar cunt."
"No!" the three other maids cried out in unison. As if on cue, they took to their demeaning tasks with great vigor. The two kneeling young beauties licked Miss Lola Fontaine's high heeled shoes and lavished wet kisses on her perfectly chiseled bare toes. The girl who stood behind the famous film star began to comb the voluptuous blonde's hair with quicker strokes and occasionally bent over to kiss the woman's long golden tresses.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Miss Lola Fontaine laughed wickedly. Her laugh was tinged with a wicked tone. "I just love how you all work so hard to pleasure me when I threaten to cut you off. When I threaten to deprive you of the privilege of sucking my beautiful cunt. Keep up the good work, my little slave bitches. Pleasure me. Comb my hair. Kiss my feet. Lick my shoes. And I will reward you with the delicious taste of my million-dollar pussy."
"Yes, mistress," the three naked maids responded. Once again, they spoke in unison, as though they were human robots. The fourth maid could not speak, for her mouth was buried in Miss Fontaine's cunt. She was sucking her mistress' cunt. And loving every second of it.
Miss Fontaine slid further down in her chaise lounge, pressing her cunt-lips into the mouth of the twat-sucking maid.
"Unnnggghhhh!" she gasped. "It feels so damned good. So fucking good. Keep sucking my lovely pussy, slave. Suck harder!" she commanded. "I'm almost there. I am going to cum in a minute. Just a bit more and . . . I'm gonna . . . cum!"
The beautiful, young, kneeling cunt-sucker sluiced her tongue in and out of Miss Fontaine's tight, hot dripping cunt. She worked hard to bring the lovely blonde bitch to an all-consuming orgasm. She lapped, licked, kissed and sucked the beautiful movie star's cunt, grinding her pretty face into the moaning woman's hot pussy. Lola Fontaine's cunt-juice poured from her hot twat, covering her young maid's face with slimy, viscous cunt-nectar. The girl sucked her cunt in frenzied, passionate lust. She was overcome with wanton desires, and did everything in her power to pleasure her wicked mistress.
Sharon Stingly viewed the lewd scene in total amazement and wonder. As she watched the four young beauties serving the voluptuous blonde movie star, Sharon felt mixed emotions. Here was the world-renowned movie star-Miss Lola Fontaine, writhing in the throes of obscene sexual bliss. In a lesbian love scene. But it really was not a love scene. It was a depraved, perverted sex scene. And Miss Fontaine was playing the part of a confirmed sadist. She was treating her four maids as slaves. Her cunt was being sucked by a lovely young maid, while another girl combed and kissed her long blonde hair. And two more maids-or slaves-kissed her feet.
My heavens! Sharon thought. What a wicked and depraved way for the beautiful movie star to behave! It was certainly an incredibly decadent, wicked and depraved way in which to act. But, Sharon thought, producer, Avery Craven, and director, Harry Steinburg, were rather kinky too. Could it be that all successful Hollywood people had bizarre sexual tastes? Sharon was absolutely stunned by the lascivious and evil scene that she beheld. And then the thought hit her like a thunderbolt: would she act like Miss Lola Fontaine when she became a million-dollar star? The very thought made her shiver and shudder.
"Oh, yes," Miss Fontaine hissed wickedly. "It won't take long now. Keep on sucking my cunt, my little slave bitch. Keep licking and sucking my lovely clit and my beautiful cunt."
The kneeling girl worked fast and hard, lapping and sucking the beautiful blonde's steaming cunt until Miss Fontaine moaned and gasped in the ecstasy of a thrilling orgasm.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gasped. "Yes. Oh, yes." Her thighs trembled. Her pussy-lips spasmed in the mouth of her maid. Cunt-juice poured from her twat, soaking her maid's face with hot, slippery pussy-nectar. Miss Fontaine's beautiful face glistened with sweat. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red.
Miss Lola Fontaine began to relax. She came and her cunt was satisfied. She reclined and relaxed in her lounge chair. Her cunt-licking maid crawled off to the side and knelt reverently.
Sharon Stingly watched in awe as the movie star's cunt-juice dried on the maid's pretty face. And the maid made no attempt to wipe Miss
Fontaine's pussy-juice from her lips and face.
It was obvious that Miss Lola Fontaine enjoyed the cruel and depraved sexual scene immensely. She sighed, licked her lovely lips lasciviously, and said, "You did well, my little beauties. That was a very nice orgasm. I got off, and I feel relaxed. Everyone back off and kneel to the side. Stop kissing my feet and stop combing my beautiful blonde hair. Can't you see that we have company?" she chided.
The maids backed off as commanded.
It was then that Miss Lola Fontaine turned to face Sharon Stingly. She looked deeply into Sharon's eyes. Miss Fontaine's eyes were slit like razor blades. She looked cruel and wicked. She addressed Sharon as though she were speaking to a mere pet. A plaything. A toy to be used only for Miss Fontaine's pleasure. And then to be discarded, used, worn and no longer useful.
"My, my," Miss Lola Fontaine said as she stared at the trembling young woman. She inspected Sharon Stingly as though she were a slab of fresh meat on a butcher's rack. "What have we here? What's your name, bitch?" Miss Fontaine asked.
"Sh-Sharon Stingly," she muttered in a trembling voice. "Mr. Steinburg and Mr. Craven sent me to see you. I'm up for a part in Century Studio's next film and-"
"And you have to get my approval. Yeah, that's written in my contract. I can't have any ambitious young cunts trying to upstage me, bitch. I'm a star, sweetheart. A superstar!"
"Y-yes, I understand Miss Fontaine. I'm one of your greatest admirers."
Miss Fontaine appeared to be lost in thoughts about herself. Her eyes became glassy and she stared right through Sharon.
"I'm a star! People worship me. Millions of movie goers adore me. And just look around you, sweetheart. These fine-looking young ladies are my slaves. I don't pay them a penny. They serve me because they worship me. They adore me. I don't put up with people who fail to show proper respect. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes. I understand. And I have the greatest respect and admiration for you. You are a most beautiful woman and one of the greatest actresses of all times."
"The greatest actress of all times," said Miss Lola Fontaine.
"Of course, you are," said Sharon. She was doing her best to stroke Miss Fontaine's huge ego. My god, Sharon thought. This woman was a real egomaniac. She felt humiliated, but she knew that it was absolutely essential to stroke Miss Fontaine's enormous ego or she would not get the part in Century Studio's new film. She quickly decided that she would do whatever was necessary.
"I adore you!" Sharon enthused. "I worship you! I'll do anything for you!"
"Well, if you adore me, and if you want that part, I think it would be a wise gesture for you to get down on your knees. I never did like looking up at people. I'm much more comfortable looking down at people," Miss Fontaine hissed. "Especially pretty young actresses who beg to be in my films. Now kneel at my feet!" she commanded.
Sharon stepped forward and began to kneel. But Miss Fontaine screamed at her. "I want you naked, first! Strip!"
Sharon quickly peeled off her clothes and knelt before the beautiful blonde movie star. She was ashamed, debased and humiliated. But, she had told herself that she would do anything to get that movie part. She had sucked the producer's raging hard-on. She had committed unspeakably perverted sexual acts with the director. She simply could not give up now. Not when she was so close. She would not quit. No matter what this ego maniacal bitch demanded, Sharon would do it.
These Hollywood people were a nasty, depraved group, she thought.
If she could only get her first part in a major motion picture, Sharon felt, she would be on her way to stardom. Superstardom!
She would kneel at Miss Fontaine's feet and do whatever the blonde bitch demanded. And some day she-Miss Sharon Stingly-would get her sweet revenge. It might take years, but Sharon was young and Miss Fontaine would eventually lose her voluptuous figure. Her face would become wrinkled with age. Then Sharon would get back at the wicked bitch. She just had to get the part.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon got the part.
By the time the production company was two weeks into shooting the film, Sharon Stingly had already picked up most of the knowledge essential to pursue a successful career as an actress. Her part was a small one, and she did not have to be on the set every day. But she showed up anyway. When not in front of the cameras, she sat in the background, watching the great Miss Lola Fontaine perform.
She watched very closely. She studied Miss Fontaine's sensuous movements. The voluptuous blonde beauty had a unique style of acting and posing, accentuating her full curvaceous figure in a way that drove men wild with lustful passion and made women green with envy.
Sharon still hated the beautiful blonde bitch who had degraded her and treated her so cruelly. But, she had to admit that Miss Fontaine was indeed a great actress. And ever so sexy. Sharon was determined that some day she would be as great a star as Lola Fontaine.
* * *
"Okay, gang. Let's call it a day," said director, Harry Steinburg. "We'll pick it up with the second act tomorrow. Be on the set at six o'clock in the morning. I want to shoot the outside scene while the sun is coming up."
Then Steinburg turned and signaled Sharon Stingly. "Sharon," he called out. "I simply must speak with you about the next scene. Meet me in my dressing room in fifteen minutes, okay, darling?"
"Yes, sir," Sharon replied. She smiled widely and dashed off to her little dressing room to change her clothes.
Fifteen minutes later, Sharon knocked on the famous director's dressing room door. She was terribly excited at having the chance to be coached by the great Harry Steinburg. She had not seen the man privately since that terrible night when he had forced her to do so many unspeakable things with producer Avery Craven.
"Who is it?" Steinburg rasped.
"It's me. Sharon," she called through the door.
"Yes, of course," he replied haltingly. "Come right in, dear."
Sharon stepped through the door and walked toward Steinburg, who was sitting in a huge leather chair in the middle of his sumptuous dressing room.
Steinburg spoke to her in a slow, measured voice. "Sharon, my dear. You are a very nice young girl, and it really hurts me to have to tell you this, but-well, I simply don't think that you can cut the mustard. I will have to replace you."
"Nooooooo!" Sharon screamed. Her face was contorted with anger and frustration. She simply could not believe that this was really happening to her. "Please, Mr. Steinburg! Please, don't fire me! I'll do anything . . . anything to keep this part!"
"Well, in that case," he said wickedly, "you can start by sucking my cock." With that, he pulled his mammoth prick out of his pants and wagged it in front of her in a lewd and obscene motion, as if beckoning a dog to fetch a bone.
Sharon was taken aback, but she quickly knelt before the wicked director and began to lick and suck his huge cock.
"Suck it! Lick it, bitch!" Steinburg rasped. "If you want to keep your part in my film, you'd better suck my prick nice and hard!"
"Mmmmmmppphhhhh" was the only response that Sharon could offer, because her mouth was filled to overflowing with his raging hard-on.
"Oh, yes, my pretty little bitch. Suck my cock until I shoot my cum deep into your throat. Yeah, that's real good cock-sucking," Steinburg hissed.
Although Sharon was repulsed at having to suck the director's cock, she began to feel a wave of sexual pleasure build inside of her cunt as she milked his prick between her lips.
"You like it, don't you?" Steinburg taunted. "Yeah, you really like sucking my giant prick. Well, just make sure that you keep sucking, bitch. If I don't cum teal good, you are out of work and out of the film business for good. I'll have your sweet young ass blackballed from the movie industry if you fail to suck my cock to a nice, juicy orgasm."
Sharon sucked hard on his big prick. She moved her head around, up and down, left to right, ramming his hard cock in and out of her mouth as fast as possible. His prick was warm and hard. She knew how to satisfy a bastard like Steinburg with a good job of cock-sucking. Even though she felt degraded, she knew damn well that she was a sexy young wench, and she prided herself on the fact that she knew how to give a real good blowjob.
"Yeah, get it, bitch!" Steinburg hissed. "Suck my cock. Suck it harder. I'm just about ready to cum. I can't hold it back much longer."
Sharon sucked his cock as hard as her lips and mouth and tongue could suck. All of a sudden, she heard him breathing deeply and moaning in ecstasy at the cock-sucking job she was giving him.
"I'm cumming," he rasped in a hoarse voice. "Milk my prick real good now, bitch. Milk my cock."
Sharon milked his cock. She sucked the evil man's prick until she felt him shudder and her mouth filled up with cum. As she swallowed Stein-burg's thick, salty cum, Sharon thought she heard the sound of the dressing room door open and close. It must be my imagination, she thought, as she milked Steinburg's raging prick. No one would come into the famous director's dressing room without knocking first.
"Unnnggghhh! Ohhh! Unnnhhh!" Steinburg grunted and moaned as he shot a thick wad of cum into Sharon's mouth. "Damn, you really are a good cock-sucker," he rasped as waves of ecstatic pleasure poured through his body. "On second thought," he said, "I think I'll keep you on the payroll. You perform quite well, dearest."
Sharon gasped in relief. She grasped his dwindling prick in her hands and pulled his drooling cock out of her hot mouth.
Her cool almond eyes flashed up at the spent and satisfied director. "Thank you, Mr. Steinburg. I did the best I could, but please understand that I am not very well-practiced in the fine art of cock-sucking. And your prick is so very big that it makes it very difficult to take all of your cock into my little mouth."
"Ha, ha," Steinburg chuckled. "I hate to have to tell you this, dear, but you aren't the first little actress bitch to tell me that. Sometimes, my actresses choke on my giant prick. In fact, sometimes behind my back, they call old Harry Steinburg a real big prick." At that, the famous Hollywood director chuckled and broke up laughing.
Sharon laughed too. It was indeed a funny situation. And, now that she thought about it, she really had enjoyed sucking Harry Steinburg's huge hard-on. In fact, she was very turned on. Her cunt was soaked with pussy-juice. And her cunt-lips were swollen and hot. All of a sudden, she felt a tremendous, irrepressible urge to fuck the crude director. She wanted his prick and she wanted it bad.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," she cooed. "Please, fuck my hot little pussy. I really would like you to stick your beautiful big prick into my cunt and fuck me nice and hard. Please, fuck me," she pleaded.
"I'll be glad to," answered a familiar voice from behind her. Sharon shuddered in fear as she felt someone lift her skirt and push a thick hard cock deeply into her now exposed asshole in a single swift cock-thrust.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed as producer, Avery Craven, jabbed his rock-hard prick into her asshole.
"Yeah, I'll be glad to fuck you, sweetheart," hissed Craven. "I'll fuck you real good. Right up the asshole. Your dream has come true."
"Oh, my god!" Sharon gasped. "Please, don't! The pain is so terrible. I just can't stand it. Please! Stop!" she screamed.
"Not a chance, you fucking whore!" Craven shouted. "I'm gonna ream your asshole real good. If you think good old Harry Steinburg is a real big prick, you've got a lot to learn. Because there is no prick as big as the famous Hollywood producer Avery Craven."
"Ohhhh, noooooo! Please don't ass-fuck me, Mr. Craven," Sharon pleaded.
"Up your ass, you little wench," Craven hissed as he rammed his rock-hard prick up Sharon's tight asshole.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" Sharon screamed as Craven's thick prick sluiced in and out of her tight, wet asshole. The pain coursed through her body and wracked her tender asshole. But, at the same time, she felt a hot, tingling sensation in her cunt as his prick rammed deep into her ass-channel.
"You love my prick pumping into your asshole, you little bitch," Craven rasped. "Admit it, slut! You love my prick!"
"Yes, I admit it!" Sharon responded. "I love your cock. Your great prick is beautiful," she hissed as waves of passion flooded her brain. "Ohhhh, agghhhhh, it.. . it feels so damned good. Please, don't stop, Mr. Craven. Your prick is wonderful, and it feels so good in my asshole. I love it. I love it!"
"Unnnggghhh! Unnnggghhhh!" Craven gasped. His cock was rock-hard now and he ass-fucked her with deep, brutal cock-thrusts that wracked her body with a mixture of both pain and pleasure.
"Oh, my god! It feels so good!" Sharon exclaimed. "Your cock feels so good reaming out my asshole." She pressed her tender ass-cheeks back against his cock in an effort to take more of his thick, hard cock into her asshole. Then, she tightened her sphincter muscles around his prick. Feelings of lustful abandon and sexual bliss overwhelmed her as his prick rammed deep and hard into her nether-channel.
"Yeah, you are a fine young wench. Your asshole is so fine and tight and hot. You sure know how to please me, bitch," Craven exclaimed.
"Ohhhhh, yes," Mr. Craven. "I love pleasing you. Your cock is so big and hard. I love it! I just love it!" she said. Sharon was not acting. Her cunt seeped pussy-oils. The insides of her thighs were wet with cunt-juice. And, despite the agonizing pain in her stretched asshole, she felt an orgasm beginning to build in her hot, wet cunt. She felt like a wild, wet, wanton whore. A cunt. She loved it.
"I-I'm cumming!" Craven gasped. His massive prick jerked and twitched in Sharon's tight asshole and his cock exploded, shooting a thick, hot glob of cum deep into her asshole.
"Ohhhhh, my god!" Sharon screamed as she felt her asshole fill with Craven's cum. She writhed beneath him and clenched her ass-cheeks in an effort to milk his cock with her ass-muscles. Sharon was in the throes of sexual ecstasy. She felt an all-consuming orgasm welling up from within her juicy cunt.
"Unnnggghhhh!" Craven gasped as he released a huge load of cum from his hard prick. He too was lost in a world of depraved lust.
Feelings of lust and sexual release flooded Sharon's brain as she came. Her pussy leaked heavy drops of cunt-nectar and her mind was filled with visions of lust and obscene sex. She remembered how she felt when she had first experienced pain and degradation at the hands of Avery Craven. She had felt an overwhelming sense of hate. She had planned revenge. But, now-now that she was impaled upon his massive prick-she felt a warm, loving sense of satisfaction, lust and desire. She really did love his prick. And she wished that he would never stop ass-fucking her.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Craven," she hissed. "I love your prick. It . . . it feels so damned good reaming out my asshole. I-I can't tell you how much I love to have you fucking me in my tight little asshole. It feels so good." She moaned and relaxed her ass-cheeks as his cum washed her pussy-walls.
She waited for the famous producer to respond, but instead, he began snoring. Mr. Avery Craven was fast asleep.
Sharon relaxed her ass-muscles and slipped out from beneath the man's drooling prick. She shook her head in wild abandon. Her hair flew about her face and drops of sweat poured down her face. She felt great. She was satisfied. And, most important, she was a bona fide actress in a major motion picture. She was on her way to stardom-superstardom! It did not matter that she had to suck and fuck her way to the top. What mattered was that she was on her way. Nothing could stop her now, she thought as she rose from her knees and prepared to make a fast exit through the dressing-room door.
"Stop!" shouted Harry Steinburg. "I'm not finished with you, sweetheart!"
Sharon glanced behind her and saw the famous director walking toward her. A raging hard-on stuck out menacingly from his crotch. His eyes were gleaming and filled with lust. He looked mad with lust. But, strangely, Sharon felt no fear. Only desire. She spun on her heels and fell to her knees. She reached for his cock and pulled it toward her face.
"Ummmraramm," Steinburg sighed as she stuck his giant prick deep inside her mouth.
His cock filled her mouth and rammed into her throat. His prick burned white-hot and pulsed and pumped between her lips and deep into her mouth.
"You really are a sweet little cock-sucker," the famous Hollywood director rasped in a thick voice. "I've fucked lots of ambitious little starlets in the face. But I must admit that you are different," Steinburg enthused. "You have a certain style about you. A certain star quality. You just may be a star some day, Miss Sharon Stingly," he said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
Sharon felt great. The great director had just told her that she had style, that she had star quality, that some day she might be a famous star. She was already a starlet. Steinburg had just said so. She lapped and sucked his cock with true heart-felt enthusiasm. She was so happy. She was really on her way up the ladder of success. Some day, she would be as great as Miss Lola Fontaine. Greater! Sharon thought of how exciting it would be to be a superstar as Steinburg unloaded his load of cum in her mouth . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hello, Mr. White," Sharon said politely. "I've seen many of your movies and I simply can't tell you how excited I am to be in a film with you."
"Well, now. That's mighty nice of you," the big man replied. "But, to tell the truth, I think I'm the one who should be excited. I've worked in lots of films, with lots of pretty ladies. But I don't believe I ever met a lady as pretty as you are, Miss . . . "
"Stingly. Sharon Stingly is my name." Sharon blushed. Her heart raced with anxious anticipation. After all, Brian White was a renowned stunt man, known throughout the world as "the man who knows no fear." He had recently finished a tour of Europe and joined the set three weeks into the shooting of the movie. And now Sharon was actually meeting the great stunt man. She was so excited.
"Well, now, Miss Sharon Stingly. That sure is a pretty name. It's really quite fittin', ain't it? A pretty lady with a pretty name. Hot damn!" Brian White laughed heartily. He seemed very pleased with himself.
But, Sharon thought, Brian White had every right to be pleased with himself. He was world famous. His stunts were classics. He had worked in numerous films during the past twenty years, and, at the age of thirty-eight, he had established quite a name for himself. He was also very handsome. Strong and virile. Sharon could not help herself. She glanced at Brian's crotch and saw a raging hard-on bulging beneath his trousers.
"My, Mr. White, you sure are a big man," she cooed. She licked her lips lasciviously and glared at his bulging crotch.
"Well, thank you, darlin', " he replied with a sly grin which showed his perfect white teeth. "You know what they say, love. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And damn if I don't think I'm fallin' for you right now."
"You are too kind," Sharon gushed. "You probably say that to all the girls."
"Nope," he said. "Just the beauties." Brian White let out a loud laugh and pulled at his crotch, trying to push down his cock which was sticking straight up inside of his pants.
Sharon could tell that the famous stunt man was a bit uncomfortable in her presence. She was very happy. She had never dreamed that she would have a chance to even meet the great Brian White. And here he was getting a hard-on just talking to her. He liked her. She knew it. And she was quite pleased.
She flashed him a big smile, seductively pushed her hair back with her hands and licked her lips in a sexy gesture.
"Well, Miss Stingly. I'm just about as happy as a June bug in June. And I don't have to do no more work until later this afternoon. So what do you say to our go in' to my dressing room for a drink and a chat?"
"That would be just fine," she answered.
Together, they walked to Brian White's dressing room, on the giant Century Studio lot.
Once inside, Brian White grabbed her and kissed her deeply. She swooned and felt a warm sensation beginning to build in her cunt. Pussy-juice leaked from her cunt and dripped down her creamy thighs.
"Oh, my heavens, Mr. White. I just don't know what to say. I must say, you do work fast, don't you?"
"Well, I didn't get where I am by messin' around, darlin'. Say, call me Brian, okay?"
"Okay . . . Brian." She smiled, licked her lips and pressed her tits into the man's strong chest.
They kissed. Sharon felt her cunt getting hot and wet. She liked this big stud stunt man. He was so strong and powerful. And successful! And rich! And famous! He seemed so different from all of the other Hollywood people she had met. Brian White was a genuinely nice person, she thought.
"Well, little darlin', " Brian said. "Why don't you step over to the sofa and have a seat. Rest your cute little ass awhile. I'd like to show you one of my stunts. Just sit right down and I'll be right back. I gotta go to my closet and get a few props."
"Oh, Brian. You really are wonderful. I can't wait to see you perform. I've seen you on television jumping motorcycles over deep canyons and diving into two feet of water. But I never thought I'd see you in the flesh. And you are going to perform just for me!" she enthused.
"Yes, my dear. I am a sweet old guy, I must admit," he said as he strolled leisurely to his closet, "I am just a little bit wonderful. Ha! Ha!" He broke up laughing again. Sharon thought that she detected a slightly menacing tone in his laughter.
She shuddered. Feelings of fear briefly washed through her body. But she quickly recovered. And her tight cunt seeped pussy-nectar as she thought about how she really turned on the famous Brian White.
Brian reappeared in a moment. He carried a rope. On his head, he wore a Stetson cowboy hat.
"Well, now. I want to get the show on the road, little darlin', " he said in a loud voice which momentarily frightened her. He began to twirl his rope into a lasso. He did some imagine rope tricks.
"My heavens, Brian. You really are talented. I've seen you ride motorcycles and horses, and I've seen you dive and take great falls without getting hurt. But you can also twirl a rope. You really are talented. I-I'm simply astounded." She stared intently at the bulge in his pants. His massive prick seemed to have grown in his pants since last she saw him. Her cunt was hot and tight, and she ached for relief. Her mind filled with lascivious ideas. She thought of how exciting it would be to suck his cock. She thought of how big it must be. After all, Brian White had quite a reputation with women. It was well-known that the famous stunt man had one of the biggest cocks in show business. Whenever he appeared on the Joey Far show, the size of his privates were a major topic of conversation.
"Let me show you how to rope a steer, little darlin', " Brian said.
He whirled his lasso and threw it around Sharon's up-thrust tits. He pulled the noose tight and Sharon found herself bound. The coarse rope was stretched across her ripe, young tits. Her nipples became taut and she ached with feelings of unbridled lust. Her cunt was hot and juicy. Pussy-nectar seeped down her lush thighs. Cunt-juice streamed down her legs in thin rivulets. She did not understand her lewd feelings. And, most important, she wondered what Brian White was planning to do next.
"Well, darlin', I'll tell you what I plan to do next," Brian said in a cold tone of voice. "I'm gonna show you how a real stud takes care of his heifer." His eyes looked glazed over with lust.
Sharon felt a sharp twinge of fear and her mind became totally disoriented. The cold look in Brian's eyes really frightened her. What kind of man was he? she thought.
"What's the matter, darlin'? You look kinda funny. Somethin' buggin' you, sweet-cunt?"
Sharon was too frightened to respond. Brian was acting like a real weirdo, a madman. My god, she thought with sudden astonishment. He even called her "sweet-cunt." How vile and obscene! And yet, even as she thought about how crude Brian was, she could feel her cunt-juice pouring out of her pussy and flowing down her thighs. Her cunt-juice washed over her clit, bathed the insides of her tight, hot pussy, and streamed down her legs. She could even feel cunt-juice dripping all the way down to her knees. As much as she hated to admit it, she was getting very turned on by the crude way Brian was acting. The thought was simply astonishing. She was completely and utterly confused.
"Well now, little darlin'. Don't be worried about a thing. I'm a nice guy, so you don't have a thing to worry about. You look kinda scared, but you got nothin' to worry about, believe me," he said coldly as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his big thick prick.
"Oh, my god," Sharon said in response. "Y-your cock! It's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my entire life! How in the word can you ever use it. Your prick would split the average woman in half!" Sharon was simply stunned at the sight of Brian's amazingly long prick. She was not exaggerating. She had seen plenty of pricks in her time, especially since she got involved in the movie business. But she had never seen a cock the size of Brian's enormous prick. And his balls! They hung so far down that they almost seemed to reach his knees. This was one well-hung stud, she thought. Now she really felt hot and horny. It would be a real challenge to attempt fucking Brian White. But she honestly felt that her tight little pussy was simply too tender and small to fit around his huge prick.
"Well, now, little darlin', " Brian said. "You gotta understand that I do have quite a reputation as a stud. Hell, bitch. You've read and heard about me. Hot damn! Every time I go on the fuckin' Joey Far show, they make jokes about the size of my unit. Ha, ha, ha, ha. I'm gonna get you, darlin'. I'm gonna fuck you silly, you little star-gazin' bitch. Get ready 'cause here comes big, bad Brian White, the man who ain't afraid of nothin'. "
With that, he leapt forward and grabbed Sharon's firm tits. He pinched her nipples cruelly. Then he sucked them very hard. He was breathing deeply. Sharon was too scared to say a word.
His hands seemed to be in several places at once.
He sure as hell did not waste any time, Sharon thought, as his rough, gnarly fingers probed deep inside of her cuntal sheath. He tweaked her tender clit, and waves of passion enveloped her, sending her into a state of wild and wanton ecstasy. He was rough, she thought, but he was definitely a sexy hunk of man. A real go-getter.
"Goddamn, bitch!" he exclaimed in a rough voice. "You are one hot little wench, ain't ya?" He paused for a second, and then he slapped her hard across the mouth. "Goddamned stupid cunt. You are really gettin' me mad." He slapped her until her cheeks were flushed red with shame, and fear, and indignation.
"Please don't beat me!" she screamed loudly. "I-I'll do whatever you want. Please, believe me!" she pleaded in a weak, frightened voice.
"Okay, little darlin'. You just put your sweet young ass up in the air so I can give you a few love taps. Then maybe I'll take pity on you and give you a real good fucking. I think that's what you really need. Ain't that right, sweet-cunt?"
"Y-yes, that's right," Sharon stammered.
She thrust her taut ass-cheeks in the air, and the lasso which bound her firm tits bit into her tender nipples. She winced in pain as he smacked her ass hard.
"Ohhhhh, god! Please, stop," she screamed. "The pain. It's more than I can bear. Please, stop!"
He pulled her roughly to the floor and spread her legs far apart. Then he plunged three of his gnarly fingers deep into her tight, hot pussy. His fingers stretched her cuntal channel to the breaking point, and his thumb flipped across her clit, making her shudder with sexual excitement.
"How do ya like that, sweet-cunt?" he inquired mockingly. "How do ya like gettin' finger-fucked in your tight little cunt by Brian White, the world-renowned stunt man with the biggest prick in the world? You love it, don't you?"
"Y-yes, I do," she quickly replied. "I do love it! I really do!" And, much as she despised herself for enjoying the man's crude way of taking her, she really did love it. He was a brutal stud, but somehow she was turned on in a big way by his fingers sluicing in and out of her hot cunt. Her pussy was white-hot, and her cunt-juice lubricated her pussy-walls.
All of a sudden, Brian spun her around and before she knew it, his giant prick had entered her cunt. Her pussy-walls were seething with cunt-juice, and sensuous feelings of lustful abandon wracked her brain.
Brian was fucking her with his huge, hard cock. His prick rammed into the hot depths of her pussy, causing her to moan with ecstatic emotion.
"Ohhhhh, yes," she wailed. "Your prick is so wonderful. I love your cock. You are such a fantastic lover, Brian!" she exclaimed.
"Unnnggghhhhhh!" he grunted as he thrust his rock-hard cock into the seething depths of her hot and wet pussy. Brian White was too hot to say anything. He simply did what came naturally. Brian had fucked hundreds of hot cunts in his lifetime. But, it seemed as though Sharon's pussy was the hottest, tightest cunt in the entire world. He was ecstatic.
"Oh, baby," Sharon moaned. "It feels so damned good! Your cock feels so fucking good inside of my little pussy. Your prick is so big and wonderful. My god! No wonder everyone in Hollywood talks about your enormous unit! You are simply astounding!" she cried.
"Well, little darlin', I must admit that that is true. But, dammit!" he grunted. "I also have to admit that you have one helluva tight hot cunt. And I just love fuckin' your young pussy, sweet-cunt!" he hissed. Brian was breathing deeply.
Sharon was in sexual bliss. Her pussy-walls were being reamed in and out of her tight cunt. He rammed his cock to the hilt in her pussy. His cock was so big that she simply could not believe it. At times, she felt pain as his giant prick stretched her pussy-walls to the limit and pressed deep into her belly. But, mostly, she felt an intensely wonderful feeling of delight and ecstasy. Brian was a great lover, she thought.
"Good god, Brian!" she wailed. "Your cock is hurting me. My little pussy is simply not big enough to take all of your giant cock, dearest. You are fucking me so damned hard. I don't know if I can take much more. My lord in heaven, but your prick is big and hard. Your cock is so lovely and wonderful and exciting and masculine. You are the man I've always wanted, Brian. I think . . . I think I Move you, Brian. Honest to god! I think I love you. In fact . . . I know I l-love you," she stammered. She had never dreamed that a man could please her so much.
"I'm cumming!" Brian snorted. "I-I simply. . . can't hold it back much longer, darlin'! " he grunted.
"Oh, yes, darling," she answered. "Go ahead, I'm right behind you. My tight little cunt is so hot and horny. I can't hold it back much longer either, sweetheart. Go ahead and cum, my love!" she enthused. "I'll be right behind you, for now and forever."
"Ahhhhhhh!" he grunted as he came. His jism filled her hot pussy. She felt her overworked cunt-muscles tighten to milk his cock. She tightened and then loosened her pussy-muscles to milk his prick of all of his cum-juice. Her cunt filled to overflowing with Brian's cum. His thick white jism flowed down her creamy white thighs.
"Aaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed as her intense orgasm wracked her entire body and sent shivers of sexual ecstasy running from her cunt and into her befuddled brain. "I-I'm cumming," she wailed as her orgasm hit her like a hammer. Her mind was lost in the winds of her emotion.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she cried tears of happiness. Never before had she been so sexually fulfilled. Brian White had done it. He had taken her beyond the realms of mere sex. He had taken her into a brand new world of sexual delight.
"I love you, Sharon," he whispered in her ear. "I have never loved a woman before," he said. "But I love you. I loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. I love you. Please, believe me," he pleaded.
"I love you more," Sharon replied as a deep, warm sleep engulfed her.
CHAPTER SIX
Brian White was on the set for the next two weeks. He performed numerous stunts. He jumped motorcycles over cars and buses. He drove cars off of cliffs at break-neck speed. He did some fearless parachute jumps. He even rode wild horses in one scene.
Sharon Stingly was enthralled.
On his last day of work, he came to Sharon's modest, little dressing room. She had not spoken with Brian White since that very first, wonderful day they had fucked.
"Sharon," he said. "Please understand me. I'm simply not worthy of you. You see, I've been around. I've fucked so damned many Hollywood whores that I just ain't worth a damn any more. I wish I could take care of you, and love you. But, I just can't. I'm just not worthy of you, little darlin'! "
Sharon shook her head. "Don't say that, Brian," she replied. "It is me. I'm not worthy of you, dearest. I really love you. You taught me the meaning of life. And you are so wonderful. I never really enjoyed sex before. But you taught me how to love sex. I will never be able to thank you enough. I, too, have been around," she said abruptly.
Brian nodded and took Sharon by the hand. He led her across the lot and into his dressing room. He waited until they were inside before he addressed her.
"Sharon, my lovely," he said. "I ain't much for words. I don't have much of an education, you know. But, I-I think I love you. Yeah, dammit," he muttered. "I'm sure I love you."
"Oh, Brian," Sharon replied. "I just can't believe it. Do you really mean that? I mean, no one has ever loved me. And you . . . you are such a big star. Can it really be true?" she asked ingenuously.
"Yeah, I think so," he said. He blushed. His face turned a crimson red as he spoke. "I love you, darlin'. I get so turned on every time I see you." His thick fingers probed her tits. He tweaked her nipples tenderly.
His hands worked quickly to disrobe her. Before she knew what was happening, Brian had taken off all of her clothes. She stood before him in all of her radiant beauty. All that she could do was sigh in blissful anticipation.
"I want to fuck your sweet little asshole, darlin', " he said quietly.
She could hardly believe her ears. She shook with fear.
"Noooo, please!" she yelled. "Please, don't do that to me. Your cock is so big! My little asshole could never fit around your huge prick!" she yelled in fright and disbelief. But, at the same time, she felt an intense wave of pleasure welling up from her cunt. Her tight pussy leaked cunt-juice as she thought of his prick ramming hard and fast into her tender asshole. She had been ass-fucked before. But never by a prick as big as Brian's giant cock.
"Shit, bitch!" Brian screamed. His eyes became glazed with lustful abandon. He scared her. He looked like a wild animal in heat. And, although she was frightened out of her skull, she knew that she had better not struggle against this strong man. He would take her-fuck her tight asshole-if he wanted to. There was nothing she could do to prevent him from ass-fucking her.
Brian turned her over on her stomach and spread her taut ass-cheeks. He grunted and his prick-tip entered her asshole, stretching her ass-muscles to the maximum.
"Aaaagghhhh!" Sharon wailed as his thick, hard cock penetrated her tender asshole. She felt as though her asshole was being skewered on his raging prick.
"Oh, shit! Fuck! Piss! Your asshole is so fucking tight, darlin'. Get it, sweet-cunt. It feels so goddamned good. Move that sweet ass of yours. I wanna work my prick deep into your hot asshole."
"No, Brian. Please, I just can't take much more of your giant prick. It hurts so much. Your cock is just too big for my tiny asshole. You're splitting my ass in two!" she exclaimed in a frightened voice.
"Tough shit, sweet cunt," Brian rasped. "I'm gonna ream your asshole until I cum, and there ain't a fuck in' thing you can do to stop me."
Sharon was scared to death. She had been fucked in the ass before. Both Harry Steinburg and
Avery Craven had fucked her tender asshole. Both had ass-fucked her in the most brutal manner imaginable. But, she thought, neither Steinburg nor Craven had cocks as big as Brian White's menacing prick. She shuddered with pain and fear as she felt his cock-knob swell inside of her tight asshole.
"Ohhh, my god!" she wailed. "It hurts so much. My asshole is killing me."
"Unnnggghhhm nnnpppphhh," Brian grunted as he thrust his hips forward. He moved rhythmically, but forcefully, in an attempt to work his huge cock deep in her tight asshole.
Sharon felt mixed emotions. As his prick snaked into her asshole, she felt intense pain. At first, she felt as though she were about to pass out from the pain. But, the further he worked his prick into her ass, the less pain she felt. She was stunned and dazed and confused. She was actually beginning to get hot and horny. She felt pain mixed with pleasure and great joy. She visualized Brian's mammoth prick as it drove into her tiny asshole. And her cunt became hot and wet.
He continued to grunt and groan as he stabbed her asshole with his big, hard prick.
"Yeah, baby!" he moaned. "How do you like it? I've got my prick buried in your ass, and I think you're beginning to like it. Isn't that right, bitch?" he rasped.
"Yes, yes, yes," she answered in a hoarse voice. "I do like it. I didn't . . . think . . . it was . . . possible, but . . . but, I really do like it. Oh, yes, darling. Don't stop. Keep fucking my little ass. I like it. Really do like it. It . . . it hurts, but it feels so sexy. Don't stop now. I think I'm gonna cum!"
Sharon could hardly believe her own words. The pain of being ass-fucked by Brian was so intense. But the pleasure was equally intense. She was so excited. She felt like a wild and wanton woman-hot and horny. She felt like a slut. And she loved every minute of it.
"Hang on, darlin', " Bruce hissed. "I'm gonna ram my prick all the way home in your tight asshole, bitch. And you're gonna take every inch of it. And you're gonna love it, too!"
"Oh, yes!" she enthused. "Please, do it. Keep fucking my ass. I like it. I love it!"
Brian was a sadistic bastard, she thought. He was as bad as Steinburg and Craven. He was even as bad as Miss Lola Fontaine. But, she mused, maybe that was what she really wanted. Somehow, the brutal way in which he raped her tender asshole was turning her on in a very big way. She moaned in ecstasy.
"Unnnhhh, unnnggghhhh," Brian moaned. He was having the time of his life.
Sharon tightened her ass-muscles and milked Brian's hard cock. She clenched her sphincter muscles tightly, then loosened them, then tightened them again. She was driving the big man wild, and she knew it. She loved it. It was as if, even though he was brutally ass-raping her, she had him in her power. She loved every painful, delicious minute of it. She had never in her wildest imagination dreamed that being raped in her tight asshole would feel so fucking good.
"I'm gonna cum, bitch!" he yelled nastily. "Yeah! Oh, yeah. Get it, you horny little slut. You fucking whore. Oh, damn! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Bitch! Slut! Whore!"
Sharon jerked her hips spasmodically, then she felt him shudder. She could tell that he was cumming.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Unnnggghhhh!" he moaned as he pumped his rock-hard cock in and out of her asshole.
Sharon felt his thick, hot jism shooting up her asshole. His jism coated the inside of her asshole. She was awash in his load of cum.
Brian jerked uncontrollably as she milked his spurting prick, draining his cock of thick cum. He snorted like a bull in heat. He shuddered and shook.
Sharon felt her orgasm coming on.
"Aaaaggghhh! Unnnnggghhh!" she wailed. Her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. She flailed her hips around. Her cunt dripped pussy-juice. She felt a hot glow of sexual passion and uncontrollable lust spread through her loins. She felt a wild lustful sensation in her asshole, her pussy, her tits, her ass-cheeks, her shoulders, her mouth, her face, and her clit. Wave upon wave of passionate release fell upon her. Her huge orgasm swept away the pain she had experienced earlier. This was too good to be true, she thought. Never had she experienced such pleasure, such passionate release. This was, without a doubt, the most magnificent orgasm she had ever experienced.
Brian moaned and slid his mammoth prick out of her asshole. He rolled over on his back and lay spread-eagled on the floor. His half-hard prick was spent. Cum drooled from his prick-tip.
She stared long and hard at the big man's dwindling cock. Again, feelings of intense lust and desire welled up inside of her cunt.
She leaned forward, placing her head upon Brian's muscled thigh. Her tongue darted out, and she licked the tip of his drooling prick.
Brian twitched as her tongue traveled over his prick-tip and down the length of his tired cock. His cock-stand was quickly vanishing. His prick was becoming flaccid and soft. Slimy cum oozed from his cock-knob. She lapped it up and drank it down. She sucked his soft cock dry. She drained his prick of cum.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he moaned. "You are so fucking wonderful. I love you so fucking much. I've never had a woman as wonderful as you."
Sharon eagerly licked the underside of his cock-shaft. She licked and lapped at his lengthy prick. And, within a matter of seconds, his cock began to fill with blood.
"Oh, my god!" he exclaimed. "I can't hardly believe it, darlin', but I-I'm actually getting hard again. Y-you're really turning me on, again. Right after I just came. I can't believe it, but it's true. You sure know how to suck my cock, sweetheart," he said.
"Thank you, darling," she replied.
She kept on licking his cock. Then, when she realized that he truly was getting turned on once again, she sucked his cock-knob.
He moaned with pleasure.
Sharon thought of how she had finally found the man of her dreams. She did not feel like a slut any more. She felt like a woman. A sexy and beautiful woman. Even more sexy and beautiful than that bitch, Miss Lola Fontaine, the woman whom she hated more than anything in the world. She thought about getting revenge on the evil film star as she sucked Brian's raging hard-on.
He moaned, and grunted and jerked his hips spasmodically as she sucked his steel-hard prick. His sounds of sexual pleasure were like music to her ears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the film was completed, producer Avery Craven announced a cast party. He had planned a lavish party, to be held at his sumptuous Beverly Hills mansion. Everyone in the cast was invited, and some other well-known stars were expected to drop in.
Sharon was thrilled at the thought of attending the party. She had heard all about Craven's great parties. They were the talk of tinsel town.
Moreover, she had done an excellent job in the movie. Many people had complimented her fine performance. Harry Steinburg had told her that she was a "super actress, an up-and-coming Hollywood star." Avery Craven had said that she was "a damned good little actress." Even that snooty bitch, Miss Lola Fontaine, had grudgingly admitted that Sharon was not too bad "for a beginner." But, most important, Brian White had said that she would some day be a "great super star, rich and successful and known throughout the world."
"Some day," he had said, "some day you will win an Academy Award."
Sharon loved Brian White. They had often fucked in his dressing room during the shooting of the film. And, although he could be brutal at times, he nevertheless always told her that he loved her. He made her feel loved. She was fulfilled in every way when she was in his arms. And she admired him so much. Brian White was indeed a great stunt man. What was more, she loved his mammoth prick.
Sharon hoped that Brian would show up at Avery Craven's party. But, she thought, he would probably be unable to make it. She knew that he was shooting a film at Universe Studio. It was a western film, and his job was to ride a wild horse and take a fall off of the balcony of an old-time saloon. She hoped that he would not get hurt.
She dressed in a beautiful red silk gown and fixed her hair in preparation for the party. The gown cost a small fortune. But she had made good money doing the film, and she simply had to look stunning at the party. Miss Lola Fontaine would be there in all of her glory. Sharon was determined to look sexier than the superstar bitch. She wanted desperately to steal the show from that nasty bitch. She hated Miss Fontaine so much.
Producer Avery Craven sent a Century Studio limousine to pick Sharon up at her home. As the driver opened the car door for her, he smiled, shook his head and said, "My, my, Miss Stingly. You look absolutely beautiful. You really are a knock-out, lady," he gushed.
"Why, thank you," Sharon replied.
Before long, the big limousine drove through huge gates and up a long, circular driveway.
A spiffy-looking butler opened the front door to Craven's huge house. He took her coat. She stepped into the living room and gaped at the lovely furniture and paintings by Picasso and Dali. A huge lithograph by Andy Warhol covered one wall. And the living room was gigantic. A beautiful Stein way piano stood in one corner. About thirty people stood around, drinking and smoking and talking show business. She recognized many of the faces that she saw-Farrah Fawcett-Majors and her husband Lee, Bar bra Streisand, Zero Mostel, Debbie Boone, Robert Redford, Jean Stapleton, Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden. My heavens, she thought. How can I be so lucky? Here I am with all of the beautiful people of Hollywood.
"Well, hello, Sharon," said Harry Steinburg as he stepped toward her. "My, but you do look lovely tonight, darling. What a beautiful dress. You are absolutely stunning, sweetheart."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Steinburg," she replied.
"My, my, but you are a stunning creature," Steinburg continued. "I've been wanting to speak with you. Mr. Craven and I are very impressed with your acting, dear. I really think you have what it takes to be a great star. In fact, we've been talking about having you star in our next film."
"D-do you really mean it?" Sharon said enthusiastically. "You really want me to star in your next film? Me? You want me to play the leading role?"
"Yes, my dear. I think the public is ready for a new face. And you are such a sexy young thing. I'm certain that you will be well-received. You'll be a great success, I'm sure. And Mr. Craven agrees wholeheartedly. What do you say? Would you like to star in the next major production?"
"Good god, yes!" Sharon quickly replied. "I just can't believe that this is happening to me, Mr. Steinburg. This is the most wonderful moment of my life!"
Sharon was so excited. It was actually happening to her. She was on her way to fame and fortune. Both Craven and Steinburg were fantastic men. They were so nice and kind, she thought.
Steinburg smiled broadly. "Come with me, Miss Stingly," he said. "Mr. Craven and I would like to discuss your next picture. We were thinking of contracting Robert Redford to play opposite you. Or perhaps John Travolta. But that will be your decision. We'll get whoever you want. After all, you are the star."
Sharon was overwhelmed. Imagine, starring in a film with Robert Redford . . . or John Travolta! She was speechless.
Dazed and confused, she followed Harry Steinburg, one of Hollywood's greatest directors. He led her upstairs to the master bedroom. Avery Craven was nowhere in sight.
"Mr. Craven is in the bathroom, dear," said Steinburg. "He has a present to give you. A surprise. Now sit down and close your eyes, and get ready for a big surprise."
Sharon obeyed. She sat down in a big leather chair and closed her eyes.
"Okay, sweetheart, now you can open your eyes."
Crack! The whip stung her shoulders. She winced in pain. She could hardly believe her eyes. Here she was in Avery Craven's bedroom. She had expected a pleasant surprise. She certainly did not expect this kind of abuse. But then, thinking back on how both Steinburg and Craven had treated her in the past, she realized that this sordid scene was really not so unusual. Still, the whip hurt like hell.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed in agony. "Don't do this to me! I can't take much more of this kind of treatment! Please, stop! I feel like I'm going crazy!"
"Fuck you, bitch," said Steinburg as he whipped her across the back and shoulders. The whip tore her beautiful new gown to shreds. "You think that you are really hot shit, just because you had a bit part in my film. Well, let me tell you something, bitch. You are a fucking slut. You're no different from any other bitch in the movie business. You'd sell your fucking soul for a part in a movie. Admit it, bitch! You are a fucking slut! Admit it!" he shouted.
"Nooooo. I-I'm not a slut," she whimpered.
Crack! The whip fell sharper and faster upon her tender body. She writhed under the blows. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Admit it!" Steinburg yelled. "Admit that you are a slut! A fucking slut! I'm not going to stop beating you until you admit. the truth about yourself!"
Crack! He was beating her harder now.
"Okay," she cried. "I admit it. You win. I admit it. Just please, stop beating me. Please," she pleaded.
"You admit what?" Steinburg demanded.
"That I'm a slut!" she replied. She was exasperated. There seemed to be nothing that she could do to please this wild man. And the whip was really hurting. Her gown was ripped to shreds.
"You are a fucking slut! A fucking slut. Not just a slut, but a fucking slut. Now say it!" he demanded.
"I'm a fucking slut," she shouted. "I'm a fucking slut," she repeated. Then, she added. "And I want to suck your cock, Mr. Steinburg. Please, allow me to suck your big prick. I'm begging you. Please, let me suck your lovely cock!" she exhorted.
She could hardly believe her own words. Here she was being whipped by the evil, brutal Harry
Steinburg, the famous Hollywood director. And yet, she was actually begging him to let her suck his prick. She was so confused. She felt as though she were going crazy.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, let me suck your lovely, hard prick."
"Well, now," Steinburg replied. He smiled broadly and a satisfied look came over his face. His big eyes leered at her exposed tits. "Well, now, my little bitch. Since you asked me so nicely, I think I'll allow you the privilege of sucking my prick."
He quickly pulled down his pants and his prick grew before Sharon's eyes. Within seconds, he had an enormous cock-stand. A big, thick hard-on which was not to be believed.
"Thank you," Sharon said as she crawled toward him. She could not take her eyes off of his hard cock. She took his prick in her hands and led his prick toward her mouth. He lunged forward brutally and rammed his cock into her hot mouth.
"Y-you're quite welcome, my little cunt," he said as his prick rammed deep into her throat. "Now, don't just suck my cock like a fucking whore. Lick it, first, to get me warmed up," he instructed as he grabbed a thick swath of her long brown hair in his clammy hands. He pushed her head back brutally, and his hard cock slipped from between her lips and stuck up obscenely, pointing at the ceiling of the bedroom.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Steinburg," said Sharon.
He abruptly turned on his heels and stretched out on top of the big bed.
Sharon quickly followed Steinburg to the bed. As she removed her torn gown and her bra and panties, she felt a surge of lust pulse through her tight cunt. She was wet. Hot! Wild, wet and wanton! And willing. She did not like Steinburg, but, at this point, that did not matter. All that she cared about were her pent-up sexual needs. Her hot cunt simply must be soothed, she thought as she slid onto the bed and moved her head down to his cock.
"Come on, bitch!" Steinburg rasped. "Get down on my prick. But, mind you, I want my cock sucked tenderly, with feeling. I've directed you in a lot of scenes. Now I'm going to direct you in this scene. And, if you play your part well, I'll see to it that you really do star in my next film."
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," Sharon enthused. "Thank you so much. I'll do my best. You are a great director. You've taught me everything I know. I'll follow your instructions."
"All right, then, Miss Stingly. Go to it," he said enthusiastically. "Lick my cock. I'm horny as a rooster right now, so go to it. Lick my hard prick." He moaned and said, "Lick my prick all over. Put your long hot tongue on my cock and give it a good licking."
"Will do," Sharon replied with a big grin. She was hot and horny too. Her tight cunt ached with desire. She was dying to be fucked, but, for the time being, she would be more than happy to lick the famous director's prick.
She bent her head and went at her task with great enthusiasm. She stuck out her long, wet tongue and lapped tenderly at the bulbous knob of his big prick. She gingerly licked his piss-slit. Then, she lashed the entire length of his rock-hard prick with her tongue. She tickled the sensitive spot just beneath his cock-tip.
Her cunt ached with lustful passion. Her clit began to throb. Her tongue lapped obscenely at the underside of his cock-knob. He was getting hotter and hotter.
"Yeah, baby. That's the way to do it. Lick my cock. Lick all of my cock, my little Hollywood bitch. And when I'm ready, I want you to place those pretty lips of yours around my cock and give me the best blowjob in the world."
Sharon licked and lapped furiously. As she lapped his giant cock-stand, she felt her cunt fill to the brim with pussy-nectar. She was getting hotter and wetter by the second.
"Yeah, now you've got it, sweetheart. Lick my cock like you are hungry for it. Lick my big prick like you haven't eaten in days. Like you are so hungry for my cock that you just can't get enough of it."
Steinburg's raging hard-on pulsed and twitched out of control. Sharon stared closely at his hard prick as she licked. She could see the blue veins on his prick filling with hot blood. His prick seemed to grow in length and thickness every time that she ran her tongue up his cock, from the base of his prick-shaft to the very tip of his cock-knob.
As she licked his mammoth cock, she got turned on in a big way. Her cunt itched and ached. Her clit twitched in anxious anticipation. She wanted to take his prick into her hot, wet mouth. All that she could think of was the overwhelming desire to suck his prick until he shot a thick, salty wad of jism into her mouth. She thought of how exciting it would be to swallow his cum. She felt like a first class cunt. A whore. But she no longer cared. She licked his cock and waited for him to command her to suck his prick.
She did not have to wait long.
"Lick my balls for a few seconds, then suck my cock," he commanded.
She instantly obeyed. Her tongue traveled from his prick-tip, down the length of his cock-shaft, and came to rest upon his heavy balls. Gingerly, she licked his nuts. She tasted some salty sweat on his balls. But she did not care. She did not mind sucking his sweaty, hairy ball-sac. In fact, it turned her on in a big way.
"Unnnngggghhhhh," he grunted. "That's real nice, bitch. Now you can have your reward. Suck my cock. Suck my hard prick, you horny Hollywood whore. Suck my prick!"
That was the command she had been waiting to hear. She wasted no time. In a flash, she took his prick deep into her cavernous mouth. She was really hot. Her cunt was filled with wild sensations. Her clit throbbed.
She went about the task of sucking his prick with great enthusiasm. In the back of her mind, she knew that she was being forced to suck Steinburg's cock in return for a starring role in Century Studio's next film. But, right now, that did not really matter.
What truly concerned her was the need to soothe her aching cunt. Her pussy really needed to be fucked. Fucked hard. She knew that her cunt was oozing pussy-juice.
Almost automatically, her hand slipped between her legs and her fingers came to rest on her cunt. While she continued to suck Steinburg's pulsing prick, she slipped her middle finger into her hot pussy. Her cunt was soaking wet with pussy-juice.
"Aaaggghhhhh! Mmmmmmppphhhh!" Steinburg grunted loudly as she sucked his prick. "You really are one fucking hell of a cock-sucker, bitch," he hissed. "Just keep on sucking my cock. Fuck, but you are a great little cunt. You suck my hard prick like a fucking professional, like a goddamned whore. Unnnggghhhh!"
Sharon finger-fucked herself furiously. She was lost in a haze of confused emotions. It seemed as though she had died and gone to heaven.
Her fingers began to manipulate her clit. Gripping her clit-nubbin between her thumb and index finger, she pulled her clit out, extending her clit out and away from her pink pussy-lips. She stretched her clit as far as it could go, then she released her grip suddenly and her clit snapped back inside of her cuntal sheath.
A thick finger suddenly rammed brutally into her tight, puckered asshole and she gasped in pain and fear. She tried to pull her mouth off of Steinburg's hard cock, but he instantly grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down forcefully and pumped his cock deeper into her throat. She had no choice but to keep sucking his mammoth prick.
"You sure are a hot little cunt," said Avery Craven. It was Craven who was lingering her tight asshole! She was stunned. Then she remembered that she was sucking Steinburg's hard cock in producer Avery Craven's bed. She remembered that she was in Avery Craven's luxurious home. Then, it occurred to her that she had come here to attend a party, a party held for the cast members of Century Studio's latest film. The film that she had acted in. Her first film.
"Yeah, you little Hollywood bitch," Craven spoke. "You're going to love this, sweet-cunt." With that, he buried his thick, long finger deep into her asshole.
Sharon gasped as Craven's fingers probed her tight ass-channel. His finger sliced in her asshole and he raped her tiny, puckered asshole with his finger. She gasped and winced in pain. Meanwhile, she kept sucking Steinburg's hard prick. Her mind was filled with confusing and conflicting emotions. This entire sordid scene was absurd, she thought. She was being wholly degraded by Steinburg and Craven. But, she liked it.
She loved it! It was all so exciting, she thought. Being ass-raped by Craven's finger, and being face-fucked by Steinburg was truly bizarre and kinky. But, she had to admit, she loved it.
"I'm about ready to shoot my load into your little mouth, bitch," said Steinburg. His prick was rock-hard and pulsing inside of her mouth. The tip of his cock hammered against her throat. She was practically choking. Steinburg's prick was deep in her throat. So deep that she had to gasp for air. f
Suddenly, a thick wad of jism spewed into her sucking mouth.
"Aaaggghhhh!" Steinburg gasped. "Oh, yeah, you little bitch! Get it! Drink all of my cum down, you fucking whore. You fucking cocksucker! Aaahhhhh," he moaned as his thick cum filled her mouth.
She swallowed his jism and milked his prick-tip until his balls were emptied of cum. His cock went limp in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Avery Craven pulled his finger out of her asshole and spread her legs wide.
"Wha-what are you going to do to me?" she asked fearfully.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet, little asshole, my dear," Craven replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. He spoke calmly and coolly, but menacingly.
"Please, don't do that," she begged. "I don't think that I can take much more."
"Tough shit," rasped Craven as he thrust his hips forward and rammed his hard prick deep into her asshole.
"Aaaahhh! Good god, it hurts so much. My little asshole can't take your big prick, Mr. Craven. Please, don't do this to me. Please, don't fuck me in the ass. I beg of you." Her words of consternation and her pleas for mercy were wasted upon the brutal Hollywood producer.
He grunted obscenely as he ass-fucked Sharon Stingly. His hard cock felt like a lead pipe as it pumped furiously in and out of her tight and tender ass-channel.
All that she could do was loosen her ass-muscles and endure the pain, and hope that the ass-fucking would be over soon.
"Unnggghhh, unnggghhh, unnggghhh," he grunted as he ground his hips violently in a brutal attempt to cum in her tight nether-hole.
She sobbed softly and endured the pain as best she could. His cock was buried deeply in her asshole. There was not a thing that she could do about it. Moreover, she was scared to death that he would hurt her asshole. She was afraid that his prick would split her in two.
"Yeah, bitch!" he hissed. "You love it, don' you? You just love having good old Ave Craven's prick reaming out your tight and jui asshole."
"Y-yes . . . yes, I-I do love it, Mr. C-Craven,' she stammered. "I do love it when you fuck m asshole. I-I never thought that I would actually lik being butt-fucked, b-but I guess I do."
She did love to be butt-fucked. It was hard believe, but it was true.
"Unnnggghhhh! Aaaagggghhhhh! Yeah, bitch Take it all! Take all of my big prick in yo asshole! I love it! I'm going to cum Aaaggghhhhh!" he screamed loudly as a thick w of jism shot up her asshole.
Sharon whimpered. She jerked her hips an pushed her ass-cheeks hard to meet his fin thrusts. Her body went rigid. She shuddered an felt a combination of pain, fear, pleasure, passion lust, frustration and anger as Craven's his splashed against the walls of her tight ass-channel
Avery Craven quickly pulled his prick out of h ravished asshole. The famous producer relaxed the foot of the bed. Harry Steinburg was half asleep at the top of the bed. Sharon sighed deeply and tried to relax. She was exhausted. Her cunt ached for sexual release, but she was too tired to d anything about it. Both Steinburg and Craven were spent. Their cocks were limp and flaccid. They could not fuck her to an orgasm. She momentarily thought of finger-fucking herself to a thrilling climax. But she was simply too tired to finger her clit. Every muscle in her body ached.
When she had almost drifted off into sleep, she heard the bedroom door open. Then she heard the door being closed. She was too weak and too tired to be concerned. Perhaps, she thought, Avery Craven had picked himself up and left the room.
It never occurred to Sharon that someone had entered.
"Okay, you little cunt! Now that these two studs have had their way with you, it is my turn! You think you're going to be a big star like me, don't you, bitch? Well, you'd just better think twice. Because nobody, but nobody, uses me and my films to get to the top! Nobody uses the great Miss Lola Fontaine!"
Sharon abruptly turned and stared into the glaring eyes of Miss Lola Fontaine. For a brief moment their eyes met. Miss Fontaine gave Sharon the most hateful look that Sharon had ever seen in her life. Her voice dripped with hate and cruelty. And sadism! Sharon was frightened out of her mind. Her body shook with fear. The famous blonde beauty looked vicious, evil and extremely dangerous. Miss Lola Fontaine's eyes seemed to stare right through Sharon, as though the voluptuous superstar could look directly into Sharon's mind and soul.
Miss Fontaine strolled toward the bed. She grabbed Sharon by her long brunette tresses and dragged her out of the bed and onto the floor.
Sharon was too frightened to put up a struggle. Moreover, she was very weak and tired from sucking Harry Steinburg's cock and being ass-fucked by Avery Craven.
"You are nothing but a fucking loser, bitch," Miss Fontaine hissed. "Get under my feet where you belong!" she shouted as she kicked Sharon in the stomach and pushed her down on the floor. Sharon sprawled out on her back.
The wicked Hollywood superstar stood over Sharon and spat in the woman's face. Then she placed the pointed heel of her shoe on Sharon's exposed tit. She cruelly ground her heel into the woman's tender nipple, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Please, don't hurt me," Sharon pleaded. "Please, I beg of you. My nipple! It hurts so much! Please stop!" she wailed. She looked up at the voluptuous blonde bitch and a tremor of fear shook her body.
"Shut up, you little slut," Miss Fontaine rasped as she dug her high heel into Sharon's tender nipple. "You are never to speak to me unless spoken to. Do you understand?" The evil Miss Fontaine punctuated her remark by cruelly jabbing the pointed tip of her shoe into Sharon's exposed tit-flesh.
Sharon felt powerless as she lay on the floor, naked, weak and frightened. In a timid voice, she replied, "Yes, Miss Fontaine. I understand." Tears streamed down Sharon's face.
Miss Fontaine relished the power that she held over the helpless young woman. She stepped over Sharon, spun on her heels, and squatted over the wretched woman's face.
Sharon lay shaking and trembling. She cried as she watched the wicked Miss Fontaine pull her diamond-studded gown up over her knees. Sharon was shocked to see that Miss Fontaine wore no panties. What will this sadistic bitch do to me next? she wondered fearfully. She knew that, whatever Miss Fontaine demanded of her, she had no choice but to obey. Perhaps the evil Hollywood superstar would force her to suck her cunt as she had been made to do on the very first day they had met. The thought was repulsive! But, Sharon figured, she had sucked Miss Fontaine's pussy before, and she would do it again if necessary. But she would always keep in mind that some day she would get revenge.
The cruel, heartless blonde bitch squatted directly over Sharon's face and brutally grabbed hold of Sharon's tits. She pinched Sharon's tender nipples, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Shut up!" Miss Fontaine shouted. "I don't want to hear another word from you until you service me!"
Sharon steeled her nerves, bit her lip to keep from crying out loud, and prepared to suck Miss Fontaine's cunt. She shuddered as the beautiful blonde bitch pressed her tight, creamy ass-cheeks into Sharon's face. She wondered how it would be possible to suck the woman's cunt from this awkward position. Miss Fontaine's ass was only inches from her mouth. And Sharon was staring right at the heartless woman's tight, puckered asshole. It was then that the truth dawned on her. Oh, my god, no! she thought as the cruel woman hissed her command.
"Lick my lovely asshole, slave!" With that, the evil Hollywood superstar sat on Sharon's mouth. "Rim me, bitch! Ream out my asshole with your tongue!"
Sharon had no choice but to obey. She was helpless. She was forced to submit to the obscene desires of this lewd woman. Her tongue flicked out and licked Miss Fontaine's asshole.
Within seconds, Miss Fontaine was moaning in debauched sexual ecstasy. She writhed in delight as Sharon's tongue reamed out her nether-hole.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssss!" Miss Fontaine gasped. The wicked woman shuddered and came. Her orgasm hit her hard. After cumming, she instantly relaxed her ass-muscles.
Sharon felt like two cents waiting for change. She felt used and abused. She had been forced into the depths of depravity. She had been forced to lick the asshole of the woman who she hated more than anyone in the entire world. She wept. How could she ever face the world again? she wondered.
"Now it's time for your after-dinner drink, my lovely," Miss Fontaine hissed cruelly. And the wicked bitch pissed all over Sharon's mouth and nose and eyes.
At first, Sharon could not believe that this was happening to her. She was living a nightmare! She could no longer bear all of this pain and suffering and degradation. She passed out.
In her dreams, she thought that she could hear three voices. She recognized the voices-they were the voices of Harry Steinburg, Avery Craven and Miss Lola Fontaine. She could hear them laughing loudly and making lewd comments about her. Ever so faintly, she heard the sound of a door closing. Then she fell into a deep sleep.
As she slept, her lips mouthed a single word over and over again. That word was "Revenge!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sharon continued in the following years, to have sex with Steinburg and Craven. She had no choice in the matter. If she refused to obey their depraved commands, they would blackball her from the movie business. "Submit to us, or you will never work in films again," they had told her. That was no idle threat. Steinburg and Craven were very powerful men. They were feared and respected in the film industry. So she did what she was told. Whenever they wanted to use her, they did so.
They raped her cunt, her asshole and her mouth. They tied her up and beat her with whips. They slapped her around. But their beating never left marks, so she accepted their brutal treatment-not willingly, but she accepted it nonetheless. People were strange, she told herself in an attempt to I rationalize their bizarre behavior. Besides, she needed Steinburg and Craven. Without them, she would never become a Hollywood Superstar.
They were a great help. They featured her in almost every Century Studio production, and, as the years went by, under Steinburg's expert direction, she became an accomplished actress.
She became a very popular actress. She gained a mass following. And she began to get more leading roles. Millions of people went to see her movies for the sole reason that she, Miss Sharon Stingly, played the starring role. Every year, she renegotiated her contract until she was making a million dollars for a single movie. Her contract even stipulated that she had to be consulted regarding the supporting actresses who appeared in her films. She refused to be upstaged by young new actresses.
What is more, after that dreadful night at Avery Craven's cast party, she vowed never to be in a film with the wicked Miss Lola Fontaine. She despised the evil bitch, and she told Steinburg and Craven that, if they ever cast her in a Lola Fontaine film, she would quite. They respected her wishes, and when Sharon became a leading box-office attraction, they even released Miss Fontaine from her Century Studio contract.
Miss Fontaine was quite upset by the turn of events. She signed a contract to work for Universe Studio. After that, her career took a drastic turn for the worse. She began to drink heavily. She became addicted to sleeping pills. Twice, she attempted to commit suicide by taking an overdose of Seconal. She aged quickly and lost her beauty. She looked worn and haggard, and often appeared on the set drunk or drugged. Finally, no producer or director would hire her. The once-famous Hollywood Superstar was reduced to doing television commercials.
* * *
This was the biggest, most important night in Sharon Stingly's life. She sat in the huge theatre and listened to the Academy Award presentations. Her heart was beating fast, and her cunt tingled with anxious anticipation as she waited to hear who would win the Academy Award for the "Best Actress" of 1979. The competition was stiff. Five actresses were nominated: Jane Fonda, Liv Ullman, Lauren Hutton, Diane Keaton and Sharon Stingly.
On Sharon's right sat Harry Steinburg and Avery Craven. On her left sat Brian White. Brian held her trembling hand. Occasionally, he would lift her hand and kiss her ring finger. Lovingly, he kissed the finger on which she wore a beautiful diamond wedding ring. He had given it to her earlier in the evening, when he had proposed and she had accepted. They were to be married in a week. Sharon was absolutely ecstatic. She was engaged to marry the man of her dreams.
As Cary Grant and Elizabeth Taylor prepared to name the "Best Actress" of 1979, Sharon's heart pulsed and her pussy seeped cunt-juice. Her clit tingled with excitement.
"And the winner of the Academy Award for 'Best Actress' is . . . Sharon Stingly!" Cary Grant said exuberantly.
Tears filled Sharon's eyes. She kissed Brian White, then she stood and, on her way down the aisle, she kissed Harry Steinburg and Avery Craven.
She made her way to the stage. Thunderous applause filled her ears. She had made it to the top!
Cary Grant handed her the coveted Oscar and kissed her on the cheek. She stepped to the podium, regained her composure and said, "This is the happiest moment of my life. But it would never have been possible without the help of my producer, Avery Craven, my director, Harry Steinburg, and my fiancee, Brian White. Thank you all very much." She blew a kiss to the theatre audience and smiled into the television cameras which moved in to get close-up shots of her face. She thrilled at the thought that millions of people throughout the world were watching her on television. She was rich and famous. An Academy Award winner! A Superstar!
When the Academy Award presentations were over, Sharon, Brian, Harry and Avery drove straight to Avery Craven's Beverly Hills mansion. They had been invited to numerous parties, but they decided that it would be more fun to celebrate privately. All three men were extremely proud of Sharon, and they did not wish to share her with anyone on this glorious evening.
Besides, they had a surprise for Sharon. A surprise which only Sharon and the three men would appreciate and enjoy and understand.
They sat around drinking champagne and eating caviar, and admiring Sharon's Oscar. Sharon beamed with joy.
"I've finally made it!" she enthused. "I made it to the top! I always dreamed of winning an Academy Award, but I never really thought that it would come true. I just can't thank you enough. Harry taught me everything I know. And Avery backed every one of my pictures. And Brian! Well, what can I say? Brian taught me the meaning of love. And, we're engaged to be married. Life is so wonderful. Sometimes, I wonder if this is really happening. I'm so happy!"
"A toast to Sharon's success and happiness," said Steinburg as he raised his Champagne glass.
"And to her fame and fortune," added Craven.
"And to our upcoming marriage," said Brian White.
They drained their glasses and laughed heartily.
"Well, I guess you now have everything you want, Sharon," said Steinburg.
Sharon smiled and replied, "Well, almost everything. But I guess a person can't really have everything." She pouted and a look of intense dissatisfaction appeared on her beautiful face.
"What is it, darlin'? " Brian asked. "What more do you want?"
"Revenge!" she snapped. "Revenge is what I want!" She spoke loudly and sharply. "I want revenge!"
"Against whom?" Brian asked patiently.
"Against that evil bitch, Lola Fontaine. She abused me! She humiliated me! She degraded me! If only I could get back at her for the awful things she did to me, I would be totally fulfilled. I would be the happiest woman in the entire world."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?" asked Sharon. "I thought this was a private party. Did you invite anyone else?" she asked Avery Craven.
"Yes, my dear," Craven replied in a cool voice. He grinned and laughed aloud. Brian and Harry joined him in his jovial laughter.
"Well," Sharon said impatiently. "Who the hell is it? What's so goddamned funny?" she snapped.
"It's our little surprise for you, Sharon darling," said Harry Steinburg. "We wanted you to be completely happy on this very special day, so we invited a special guest just for you."
"Who is it?" Sharon asked.
At that very moment, in walked Lola Fontaine. The once-famous actress was completely naked! She looked tired, worn and old. Defeated and beaten down by the trials of her life.
Sharon sat upright in her chair. She crossed her lovely legs and assumed a haughty demeanor. She realized at once that this surprise had all been planned for her pleasure. She would get her revenge after all.
Lola Fontaine stepped forward. Tears streamed down her wrinkled face as she stood before the voluptuous superstar, Miss Sharon Stingly.
"Well, what do you have to say to me?" Sharon snapped. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I-I came to beg your forgiveness," Lola replied. "And to ask for your help."
"What kind of help?"
"I'd like to be in your next picture," Lola answered. "My career is ruined. I became an alcoholic and a drug addict. I even tried to take my own life. Life is meaningless to me unless I am working as an actress. I can't even do commercials any more. I've been blackballed from the acting business."
"We warned you, Lola," Steinburg interjected. "Avery and I do have quite a bit of influence in the industry, you know."
Sharon smiled widely and broke out laughing.
"Please, I beg of you," Lola Fontaine continued. "Please, use me in your next film. I'll do anything-for a part in your next movie. I beg of you!"
"Well," Sharon replied, "If you really want a part, I think it would be a wise gesture for you to get down on your knees. I don't like looking up at people. I'm much more comfortable looking down at people," Sharon hissed.
Lola Fontaine knelt at Sharon's feet.
Sharon smiled and licked her lips. Her moment for revenge had come. But when the tables had turned, Sharon realized that she would be as generous to Lola as Lola had been small and petty with her. True revenge would have to take the form of kindness, in this case.
Sharon had experienced a great deal in life. And she had learned that she would never turn into another Lola Fontaine.
