Tom got out of there on the double; I played it cool, straightening up the bed, and lying there as if I was still asleep. When I heard Rodney's footsteps coming briskly up the steps, I turned away.
"Hi, baby," he smiled, "I found her, I found her." I raised my head slowly.
"Good morning."
"Good afternoon," a soft voice replied. I glanced up and there she was, one of the most stunning redheads I've ever seen. Her fair skin, deep blue eyes, flashy red hair and even features made her a knockout when you added it to her really stacked body.
"Meet Gilda," he winked.
"Oh, hi, Gilda," I smiled.
She smiled back. "Whatever this bum told you about me, don't believe it," she smirked. "He has the most amazing ability to spin lies about anybody in town."
"You flatter me," Rodney grinned.
"I always tell the truth," she said flatly.
"Rodney has only said good things about you, honey," I said. "I guess he wants us to star in some dirty flick called The Sucking Sisters and that sounds groovy."
"Oh, that sounds like a marvelous movie… one to bring the kiddies out in droves."
"Quit camping, baby," Rodney told her seriously. "It's getting late and we're supposed to go to the studio immediately. They've been holding up the next set up for us."
"Oh, don't worry," Gilda said casually, "they can always find some good fornication scene to shoot. I hear you have engaged a pony… and that's where I refuse… a dog's dong is enough for me to accommodate."
"Honey, you could give that pony Long Shot a wild ride. I mean it."
"Has he requested me!" she giggled.
"All the time. He says, 'I want to fuck Gilda.' Threatens to go on strike if he can't fuck you."
While the two of them traded barbs, I was getting dressed. I needed something to eat and I didn't know what to do. If time had suddenly become so precious, dare I mention such a ridiculous trifle as nourishment?
"I haven't eaten," I told him flatly when I finished slipping into my white leather boots and micro-mini.
"Grab a can of diet food; it'll tide you over," he assured me. So on the way out, I called to Tom to bring me some instant breakfast.
I drank it on the way to the studio. When we arrived, we were both ushered quickly into one dressing room and two body makeup women went to work.
"I can't stand this stuff," Gilda complained. "I'm forever covered with something. Yester-day they had me covered with gold. Sure, I looked expensive as hell, but I felt awful,"
"Show biz," the tough-looking makeup woman commented, as she went on applying the makeup sponge all over her body. As I looked in the mirror I could tell the makeup did make a difference. I think we both looked far more glamorous with our defects covered.
"Ready, women!" Rodney asked, poking his head in the door and eyeing us greedily.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Gilda announced, pulling away from the woman dabbing her body with the sponge. "Any more of this gook on my bare skin and I'll develop something."
"No, you won't… It's safe, baby," Rodney chuckled, tapping her ass teasingly.
"You look super, baby," he told her as I walked behind Gilda to the set.
"Hi, Gilda… " the men chorused.
"Hi, fellow fuckers," she retorted crisply. They cracked up with laughter.
We went over to the bed, a blue velvet affair, and sat on the edge of it. The lights were mercifully turned off and the camera was rolling on its dolly into place…
"Now, girls," the director said, "let's make this a sweet sucking sequence. You two chicks are supposed to be sisters and… "
"Why didn't you dye her hair red like mine!" Gilda demanded arrogantly.
"Excellent observation," the director nodded. "Makeup, makeup, get a red wig for Debbie."
It didn't take them long to produce the wig and pin it on me. Then the director went on.
"I want Gilda to wear the dildo and screw Debbie. It is vital she gives her a good hard fucking. Then, we'll go into a sweet sucking sequence, where you two chicks will sixty-nine."
"Groovy," Gilda smirked; the men chuckled. "Now, where's my dildo. I didn't bring my collection."
Again, the men roared, and I turned beet red. Doing this awful, demented thing was sickening me, just as I feared. Rodney picked up on how I felt. He rushed over. "You're doing just fine, my love… and you'll be one grand richer after today's shooting."
"Thanks," I told him, tapping him on the shoulder appreciatively.
Wardrobe brought Gilda the black dildo. She strapped it on and the men couldn't restrain their laughter when they saw her in the strapped-on penis.
"Now, Debbie, get on the bed and get set for a really groovy fuck… Gilda can do things with her dildo you wouldn't believe."
I got on the bed, right in the middle of it, and just lay there. "Spread your legs a little for me, honey," Gilda requested. "I can't screw you if you don't cooperate."
"Oh, sure." I spread my legs just like I would for a man who was going to screw me. She smiled her thanks.
"Now, Gilda, get up there and straddle her. We want to begin our picture with impact, so the audience will get the point of what we are trying to do."
"I don't think you are leaving much doubt in their minds as to what we are doing," she laughed. As she straddled me, and I looked at her body closely, I realized Gilda was quite a woman. She put a lot of enthusiasm into her work.
"Just relax," she told me quietly, revealing a totally different personality than the brassy one she flashed before the crew.
"Okay," I smiled. And when she saw me smile, she smiled back. I dug it. She asked me to help. "Baby doll, if you'll pull this huge black prick into your pussy, it'll add a lot to our scene."
"You think so?"
"I've done quite a few of these flicks," she grinned knowingly. "Listen to Gilda," the director advised. "Her flicks have all been big grossers." Then the director called for "Lights, camera… action… we're rolling… "
The sequence began. Gilda looked down at me. All at once I remembered she had insisted I pull the black penis into my cunt. She drilled it in the rest of the way, her giant breasts crushing down hard on mine.
"Fuck me… fuck me," I gasped automatically. Suddenly I realized I was actually begging a female to fuck me. I also got a big jolt when I recognized how much I enjoyed it.
"Kiss me, baby," Gilda said in her best dykish voice. "Ohhhh, that's nice… that's real nice."
I parted my lips for a second, and in that instant, she slid her tongue inside my mouth and went to town. Now, we were going to town. I reached around to feel her buttocks. This turned her on.
"Throw your cunt back to me, lover," she moaned. I did as she told and the enormous dildo continued driving up there.
"Keep it moving," the director demanded, "faster, fucker, that's nice… get that camera in there for a hot close-up." Once more the camera zoomed down for a tight shot. This seemed to inspire Gilda to give her best performance.
"Fuck it, lover," she panted, her body suddenly beginning to sweat. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm there… we made it."
Whether it was because I enjoyed it, the size of the black plastic pecker, or because Gilda was turning me on, I didn't know when I came on target.
"I like that… that's a great shot," the director told us when he called, "Cut… wrap it up."
"Now… girls, we'll return to do a sucking sequence… just like our title promised them, but first take five."
Gilda got off the bed, and I followed her. The crew applauded. She turned back, and winked, "Thanks, cats."
In the dressing room, the wardrobe woman had a pot of hot coffee waiting… "I'm off that," Gilda snapped, going to her purse and pulling out a silver flask. She opened it, threw her head back, and drank generously.
"I thought you were off that," the wardrobe woman told her. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson the last time."
Gilda looked at her crossly, started to speak, decided she shouldn't and smiled, "I didn't know you cared."
"You should care a little for yourself," the woman admonished. I poured some coffee and sipped it slowly. It was still too hot to drink when the director called, "Everybody on set… let's get cracking."
It wasn't long until we were on the bed, only minus the black dildo. Gilda looked beautiful. Makeup had touched up her body where she had perspired and she lay there with her flashy red hair, and legs spread.
"Begin with her breasts," he insisted. "Suck on 'em real nice like the men suck on yours all the time, honey."
"Watch that," Rodney warned him, "remember she's my discovery… and I'm the one who nibbles those titties."
There was no doubt about it, Gilda knew what she was doing when it came to using her mouth. Expertly, she used it like a suction cup on each breast, nibbling on the nipple with the just the right amount of pressure. At the same time her hand was wandering down to my moist mount. Her finger slid inside, and she diddled me while she sucked on me.
"Good girl Gilda," the director commented approvingly. "Use those magic fingers on her snatch."
It was absurd to have to tell Gilda this, as she instinctively did the correct thing.
"Eat her snatch now… "
This fired Gilda on her tongue trail. Swiftly she had her face buried between my legs. I pushed forward, her tongue lashed inside me, probing, searching and finally focusing on the love button. Insistently, she used her tongue to excite me.
"Cry out for her to eat you, Debbie. Put some fire into this scene. Remember, we've got a lot of hot pricks out there waiting to get turned on in this sucking sequence… After all the picture is called The Sucking Sisters."
"Eat me," I gasped. "Eat my cunt… that's it, ohhhh, Gilda… my pussy's on fire with your tongue… Suck it, suck, suck it sister, suck it."
How Gilda turned on. Her tongue flicked faster and faster on my erect clit. I couldn't stand it any longer. I gushed in her mouth.
"Eat it up… eat that, lover… eat it up." The camera zoomed in, level with the mattress as Gilda's face, buried in my snatch, went to town.
The director called "Cut" and the scene was over. I laughed, "Gilda, baby, the scene's over… quit eating me."
The crew applauded us. Gilda wasn't finished until she'd had her last licks.
"You dig that, huh?" she chuckled.
"Like wow!" I laughed, tapping Gilda on the head appreciatively. We hastily went back to our dressing rooms and here Gilda surprised me. She pulled me close to her, our breasts crushing against each other. Her breath came short as she sighed, "Baby, you're beautiful."
"Gilda, Gilda," I giggled, "I think you are really hot to screw me."
"I am," she whispered sexily, "we must do it again."
I flipped out. Now, I had Rodney on my tail, the houseboy after a screw when he could tear off a piece, and Gilda… oh, God, where do I go from here? I couldn't help wondering where my fast life would end. It had to end on hurt street… this I knew because I was starting to mean too much to too many.
Just then the door opened and in walked Rodney with a handsome young man. "Hope I'm not disturbing anything," Rodney said with his double-entendre meaning.
"You are, but it's alright," Gilda grinned.
"I wanted you chicks to meet David Harris… Dave is fascinated with our porno pictures. He likes to cast his major flicks from these because he knows what he's getting."
"For his own little bedroom," Gilda added sharply.
"I'd like to invite you over, to my place tonight," David smiled.
"For tea?" Gilda asked caustically.
"For me," David said flatly, "haven't you had her long enough?" he asked sharply, staring right on Gilda.
"Excuse me… " Gilda said tightly. "But do you mind if we ladies of the dirty movies wash our body makeup off and get dressed and scram?"
"Not if I can see Debbie for dinner," David flashed his most winsome smile my direction again.
"I'd love it, I've seen some of your movies. You are quite a producer."
"Did you say seducer?" Gilda demanded.
"Knock it off," Rodney insisted, "just because you chicks make out for Parrot Pictures doesn't mean it swings into your private life."
"Oh, Mr. Clean, I'm sorry," Gilda snapped.
"If you would give the ladies of the porno flicks a moment to dress in privacy, David Harris can have his chick."
"See you later," David winked, as he walked out with Rodney glowering at Gilda.
When we were alone, Gilda said, "Baby, what that one won't put you through isn't worth mentioning. A real kinky character… I mean demented."
"I… I'm beginning to think everybody's demented," I sighed, as I stepped into the shower and began soaping the makeup off.
"I'm not," Gilda insisted, "and I'm giving you my card. I want you to phone me when you finish with the great Mr. Harris. I want to know what you think of his foul sex ideas."
"Why don't you tell me?"
"Baby, I can't," Gilda sighed. "Sometimes it's much, much easier to go through what you must go through if you just don't know the score."
"You've got a point," I laughed, as I turned to let the warm water spray my body.