"Break for lunch!" blared the loudspeaker. Karen slumped wearily in her seat on the stage. Mound her the stage hands and technicians dropped everything. The lights dimmed. Her celebrity partner, an actor she had never heard of, gave her a fond pat on the knee and disappeared. She sat there, hot and sweaty and weary, and looked around curiously. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her. Back in the control room she could see Bernstein, and the director, talking with someone. Her opponent had vanished. Everyone was rapidly disappearing. Peter Sandier had been engulfed by his entourage and hustled off somewhere.
"How about some lunch?" Shanda McAleer asked, startling Karen.
"Oh, yes, thank you," Karen agreed. "Where?"
"I can't go out like this," Shanda noted, indicating her gown. "Not in this neighborhood at this time of day. I usually order out and eat in my dressing room. Why don't you join me?"
"Gee, thanks," Karen agreed quickly. Her stomach growled, reminding her how hungry she was.
"Would you like to tub while we're waiting?" Shanda asked after ordering.
"A bath?" Karen could hardly believe it.
"Unzip me, will you please?" Shanda asked. "I need to get the knot out after the morning session. Come on. So long as you're careful of your hair and your make-up, it'll be all right. I can give you a bathing cap."
Karen unzipped Shanda's skintight dress, exposing a long vee of the woman's graceful, smooth, slender back. There was no bra, and, Karen discovered with shock, no panties. Shanda was stark naked under the dress.
"Ah, that feels better," Shanda sighed, stripping the dress off and hanging it up carefully. Unashamedly naked, she opened a door. The bathroom was posh, and had a mammoth tub. "Get naked and come on," Shanda called as she turned on the water.
Eagerly, Karen stripped. She couldn't remember when she had last had a chance to soak in a tub of hot water.
"Ahhhh, being a star does have its compensations," Shanda sighed as she lowered herself into the steaming water. She was slender and lean, except for her breasts. They were large, and had rich, dark tips. They were relaxed and flat.
Shanda was, Karen noticed, a real blonde. Her bush was a beautiful pale red.
"Wow, have you get a body," Shanda exclaimed as Karen eased down into the water.
"Oh, I'm kind of fat, I think," Karen stammered.
"Better than being skinny. Hell, look at me. Except for these," Shanda said, cupping her boobs, "I'm like a rail."
"I think you're beautiful," Karen said honestly.
"Yeah? Thanks. Fortunately for me, about nine out of ten men have a thing for big knockers. Ill be out of a job if they ever change," Shanda noted wryly.
"Oh boy, does this feel good," Karen gasped as she relaxed in the hot water.
"How about a little soapy-soapy to get the sweat off," Shanda suggested. "I'll do you first, and then you can do me."
"I uh well, okay," Karen agreed. "I mean, sure!" She felt her horniness rising again, strangely. It was only a bath, after all. And with another woman.
"Back first," Shanda ordered, taking a bar of scented soap.
Obediently, Karen knelt, and bent her head forward. The touch of Shanda's warm, soapy hands, slithering all over Karen's back was unexpectedly pleasant and sensuous. Karen let her mind drift lazily as the aches in her shoulders were massaged away by the other woman's skillful hands.
When Shanda tugged on her shoulders to lean her back, Karen didn't resist. She let her head rest against the edge of the tub.
One at a time, Shanda swirled soapy hands up and down Karen's sleek legs. She even massaged Karen's feet and toes, worked all the ache out of them. Karen was riding along on a soft wave of pure pleasure as she floated in the deep tub.
Shanda's hands moved up onto Karen's stomach. Karen shivered unexpectedly, then relaxed again. A cottony wave of lust was carrying her along. If Shanda didn't mind, why should she?
Shanda's soapy hands massaged Karen's generous jugs, and Karen felt her nipples rising. Then Karen's titties were pinched and rolled. Karen knew that it wasn't an accident, knew suddenly where this was all leading. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She felt her lust rise through her like a hot wave. She captured Shanda's wrists, and pressed the woman's hands down harder on her knockers.
Shanda smiled, and tormented Karen's tits with her strong fingers, and sharp nails. Karen wriggled in the water as the pain and pleasure all blended into a wonderful haze. Her thighs opened and hot water burned her aroused pussy.
Shanda slithered a soapy hand down Karen's torso to her twat. A soapy finger slid into Karen's grotto, and Karen's hips heaved upward. Rolling her head on the hard tub edge, Karen reached out blindly and curled her fingers around one of Shanda's hard, slender thighs. Moving her hand up, she felt her fingers slide into a mossy snatch, press against soft cunt lips.
Shanda slid her finger in and out of Karen's twat. Karen let her hips rise and fall, created reinforcing waves in the water. She was a totally sexual animal. It didn't matter any more what the source of the pleasure was. When Shanda's lips touched hers, it was Karen's mouth that opened first, Karen's tongue that probed first. Stroking Shanda's twat gently as her own was probed by Shanda's skillful finger, Karen let her lust boil upward.
Shanda stretched oat beside Karen, slid over her. The two women embraced face to face in the warm grasp of the water. Karen's thighs parted and Shanda eased one lean leg between them. Karen felt Shanda's wiry bush scrubbing her satin skin. Karen pressed her own twat against Shanda's bony hip. Breasts mashed against breasts, woman stomach rubbed against woman-stomach.
The kiss went on and on. Hands stroked and petted and aroused. Karen didn't break the kiss until she had to breathe. Then she turned her head, let Shanda nibble on her earlobe where it peeped from beneath the bathing cap.
"Lunch is here, Miss McAleer," someone called from the dressing room. Karen froze, felt her excitement turn to ice.
"Just leave it on the table," Shanda answered calmly, unruffled by the interruption. Her lips on Karen's ear quickly brought Karen's lust-level back up.
Karen squirmed a hand down between their warm bodies, and found Shanda's fuzzy nook. Karen's finger slithered into Shanda's slick twat. Karen pumped her digit slowly in and out of Shanda's slippery hole. Shanda's hips began a slow, languid fucking motion. Karen groped for the nubbin of the other woman's clit with her thumb, found it, and swirled the little button around until Shanda sank her teeth into Karen's neck.
For a long, stretching, agonizing, ecstatic moment, Karen and Shanda were locked in a tendon-straining orgasmic knot. Karen felt hot come on her finger, felt the knotting of Shanda's lean muscles, felt her own body tensing with a powerful coming.
Finally they relaxed into a warm, soft, soapy tangle. After they caught their breath, they quickly finished washing and climbed out of the tub. After being wrapped in a thick, warm towel, Karen carefully dried the other woman. On a crazy impulse, she took a comb and began combing Shanda's red muff.
"My turn," Shanda said at last, taking the comb from Karen. The slender woman knelt and began combing Karen's pussy hair. She patted the curls down, then combed them out again. Finally, with a soft cry, Shanda tossed the comb aside. She pulled on Karen's hips. Karen shuddered, and almost fell as she felt a hot tongue worm between her pussy lips and strike her clit.
Karen steadied herself, put her hands on Shanda's shoulders. Shanda's tongue struck deep into Karen's oozing gash, triggered a wave of juices when it rasped over Karen's clit. Then Shanda strained her tongue deep into Karen's cunt, scooped out wave after wave of the sweet flow her eating was triggering.
Moaning softly, Karen gripped Shanda's head, and pulled hard. In the mirror, Karen saw the mad scene: Shanda kneeling with her head between two sleek, round thighs. The sight of Shanda's graceful slim back, her tight hard bottom, and slender legs all helped raise Karen's lust even higher. She had never before thought of another woman erotically. But the sinuous tongue, the warm boobs pressing her legs, the hands that were clutching the backs of her thighs, all added to her searing pleasure.
"Awww, I'm going to come," Karen moaned.
"Yes," Shanda hissed through the mist of Karen's snatch. "Come, Karen, come. Come in my mouth."
The tongue speared into Karen's cunt again, slashed over her clit. Karen was engulfed in a fiery coming. Her legs shuddering, she jammed her pussy down on Shanda's sucking, eating mouth. She rubbed her twat on Shanda's face, not caring what she was doing to the woman's meticulously applied make-up, caring only for the searing, mind-blotting ecstasy of her own orgasm. Her titties began to shiver as her muscles went into exhausted convulsions. At last the pleasure faded. She slumped down weakly.
Shanda leaned back and sat on her heels. Her head tipped back. Her lipstick was a crimson smudge around her come-shiny mouth. Her teeth flashed through her parted lips as she breathed deeply. Come formed a sticky, shining film on her chin and cheeks. Her titties were a study in erect arousal.
Gathering herself together, Karen reached down to help Shanda up. Anus around each other, naked body against naked body, they went into the dressing room. Remaining naked, they sat down side by side on the couch. Karen carefully kept her mind a blank as she unwrapped her sandwich. Shanda handed her a glass of wine.
They ate quietly for a while. Then, suddenly, Shanda began to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Karen asked.
"I was just wondering what all those sweet, innocent housewives out there would say if they knew what went on behind the scenes on this show," Shanda answered, still giggling.
Karen sipped her wine, and set the glass down carefully. "I am, or was, one of those housewives. Remember?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you," Shanda apologized. "God knows, it's because of the fans that I have all of this." She waved vaguely at the luxurious dressing room.
"I think, probably, most fans suspect all isn't quite what it appears to be," Karen mused. "I mean, there are the sexy puns and everything. It's all very carefully calculated, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh," Shanda agreed.
"Like that little blonde that was on a couple of weeks ago. She was carefully picked, wasn't she? A sweet and innocent sexy type."
Shanda grimaced. "Sweet and innocent? After the director, called 'cut', she took on everyone on stage."
"Really?"
"Yep. Only, not all the cameramen had 'cunt'," Shanda added with a grim smile.
"My God, you mean it was on the air?" Karen asked.
"Christ no! But there is one hell of a reel of videotape around someplace," Shanda answered. "That little chick doesn't know it, but she is a star."
Karen thought of making it with the glassy eye of a TV camera focused on her, and shuddered with excitement. She thought of being spreadeagled on the wheel… thought of the lights flashing as she was fucked over and over… thought of millions of people watching. She shuddered, and shook the vision away. Her pussy had begun salivating, again.
Shanda, feeling the shudder, turned to Karen. "You okay?" she asked, concerned.
Instead of answering, Karen threw herself at the other woman. They fell back in a tangle of arms and legs and breasts and thighs. Karen's mouth found Shanda's, her tongue drilled deep into Shanda's mouth, tasted wine. Her hands captured Shanda's generous knockers, her fingers sank into the soft globes.
Shanda responded by sliding a hand up into Karen's snatch, and again drilling her fingers deep into Karen's cunt. Karen humped crazily against the pumping hand, and drove her thigh up against Shanda's crotch.
Breaking the kiss suddenly, Karen jerked away. "Wait, wait, wait," she groaned. "You ate me. Now it's my turn to eat you. I want to eat you and eat you and eat you."
"Yes," Shanda moaned eagerly. "Eat me. Suck my clit and my cunt and drink my come. Do it, Karen. Please. Do it now."
Karen paused to savor the anticipation, and the other woman's incredible body. Shanda's muff, reddish gold and shining, was fluffy and soft looking. Her thighs were ivory columns. Her tummy was flat and trim. Shanda's legs parted, and Karen could see the pink ruffles of the woman's aroused inner lips. They looked like the petals of a flower.
"Suck me," Shanda groaned, squirming on the couch, spreading her thighs wider. "Suck me."
Slowly, Karen lowered her mouth toward the red pubic patch, then changed her target. Pressing her lips to the oval hollow of Shanda's navel, she sucked, then rammed her tongue deep into the hole. Shanda lurched up. Arching and straining, she jammed her gut into Karen's face. Her hands clutched Karen's head. Shanda writhed like she was being electrocuted as Karen reamed out her belly button.
Leaving Shanda's belly button, Karen nibbled a hot trail down the woman's satin-smooth belly. Karen's tongue left a shining trail of spit on the pale, flawless skin. Then Karen's nose was being tickled by Shanda's golden muff, and she was smelling cunt juices. With loving, tender fingers, Karen combed out Shanda's pussy-hair. The cunt lips dragged apart, showed the pink gash.
It looked just like the picture Karen had seen in a book one time. It was all there laid out just like the photograph. There was the cunt, a little pink button under a dunce-cap-shared hood. The hood spread and grew, formed the tattered, ruffled pink inner lips. Just below the clit, ringed by a dainty ridge, was a tiny hole. Shanda's pisshole. And below that, looking like the heart of a rosebud, was the puckery, rippled, shining pink hole of Shanda's cunt. Below that, the valley floor rose to a ridge. Out of sight, behind that ridge, was the brown cuter of Shanda's asshole.
Tipping her head so she could stroke from clit to cunt-hole, Karen leaned over. She plowed her tongue along the hot, slick furrow. Shanda lurched again. She moaned harshly as she convulsed.
"Oh, eat me," Shanda moaned.
Karen stroked her velvety tongue the length of Shanda's twat again. She scraped over Shanda's clit, then her pisser, to the tunnel of her cunt. Karen twisted her tongue into the rippled, slimy hole. She tasted hot, metallic-salty female come. She slurped up the copious juices, rolled them in her mouth, and swallowed them.
Shanda was groaning mindlessly now. Her hips were rocking in a wild fucking motion as Karen drilled her twat. Karen reached deep, curled her tongue in the hot, velvet depths, scooped come into her mouth. Her nose was drowning in the smell of Shanda's pussy, and the smell of her asshole. The dirty, earthy stink increased Karen's crazy lust, made her mash her face harder into Shanda's creaming snatch. Shanda's thighs clamped on Karen's head, opened, then clamped shut again.
Karen suddenly realized that a hand was dragging at one of her naked thighs. Cautiously, Karen let her leg be guided up onto the couch, then over Shanda's face. Then her hips were drawn downward, and Karen felt her own cunt being invaded by Shanda's skilled tongue.
The resulting flash of lust made Karen suck sharply on Shanda's twat. Slippery ripples of cunt flesh were trapped between her lips, then swept by her tongue. Karen jammed her crotch down on Shanda's face. As the woman clutched Karen's butt. Karen clamped her fingers into Shanda's firm ass.
Seeking and finding Shanda's cunt, Karen sucked on the little berry. Trapping the nubbin between her lips, she stroked and tweaked it with her tongue. Her nose, deep in Shanda's tunnel, was swamped with a thick, gooey flood of come.
Shanda did the same thing to Karen's clit, and Karen went into a mad convulsion.
Her teeth closed on Shanda's nerve button. There was a muffled shriek of pleasure that dinned up through Karen's gut from her cunt. When Shanda resumed sucking and tormenting Karen's clit, Karen again bit Shanda's mini-prick. Karen felt hard teeth slash her own sensitive nubbin.
Karen gave a wrench of her head. She wanted somehow to get more of Shanda's sex meat into her mouth, but couldn't. In frustration, she exhaled sharply. The gust of air farted through Shanda's sodden twat.
Karen dipped her tongue into Shanda's vagina again. Her nose dug at the hard rose of Shanda's asshole. Then, her guts knotting with lust and disgust, Karen decided to commit the ultimate act. A pull of her hands lifted Shanda's ass, presenting Karen with the brown wink of an asshole. Karen could smell it, and see it, right in front of her. It was a rosette pucker of dusky flesh. In the very center was a tightly clenched hole.
Her whole body locked rigid with lust, Karen lowered her face, stuck out her tongue, and gently tickled Shanda's bung. Shanda shivered under her. Shanda's mouth was still on Karen's twat. Shanda was waiting tensely for the next flickering touch of her brownie.
Karen again tickled the pucker with her tongue. She left it glistening with spit. She watched as the muscle-ring spasmed slowly, excitingly, from the delicate stimulation. She was going to do it. Just thinking about it was enough to make her snatch flood.
Karen again touched the clenched winkie with her tongue tip, then slowly pushed at Shanda's back gate. Harder and harder Karen pressed. She felt the wrinkles yielding slowly to her penetration. She wiggled her tongue tip and felt the ring of muscle embrace it. Slowly, desperately, she wedged her tongue deeper and deeper up Shanda's dirt road. Bit, by exquisite bit, she dilated Shanda's crapper, penetrated, violated the woman's butt. Karen's own guts were a boiling swamp of sick excitement.
She liked it. She liked the taste. She liked the feel of a rubbery ring gripping her tongue. She liked the smell. But what she liked most of all was the knowledge of what she was doing. She squirmed her face in Shanda's ass and drilled her tongue as deep as she could in Shanda's hot tunnel. Her chin pound against Shanda's cunt.
Shanda's mouth fastened on Karen's cunt, and Karen felt her hole being reamed by Shanda's tongue. Karen began to come again. It was a hot, flaring coming that burned away everything but her pleasure. Her body was a sparkling mass of electricity as she came and came. The world swam around her and she realized she had forgotten to breathe. She sucked in a gust of shit-tainted air and drew her tongue out of the greasy pit.
With a blubbering moan, she slumped onto Shanda in a boneless heap. Her orgasm faded as she caught her breath. She felt Shanda's body heaving under hers. The other woman was breathing deeply, and her hot breath was burning Karen's thighs.
With the lust gone, the smell became a stink. Karen staggered desperately to the bathroom to wash her face and rinse her mouth out. When she came back, Shanda was wriggling into her gown.
"Better get something on. I sent for Paul to repair our faces and hair," Shanda told her.
Wearily, Karen dragged her clothes on. She was just fastening her skirt when there was a rap at the door. The man whose cock she had sucked so well came into the room.
"Well, ladies, have a nice lunch?" Paul asked as he opened his kit.
"Delicious," Shanda answered.
Paul worked silently on first Shanda, then Karen. He gave no sign that he suspected what they had been doing, though all the evidence was right there on their faces in the ruined make-up. Nor did he make any comment about what he and Karen had done earlier. After he left, Shanda made a face at the door.
"What's the matter, don't you like him?" Karen asked.
"Won't even give me the time of day, the bastard." Shanda growled. "God, I'd like to show him what a real woman is like."
Karen almost let slip what she had done with the man. "But I…" she started. "I think if ah he wants to be the way he is, it's his business," she stammered awkwardly.
"But it's a blow to my ego, sweetie," Shanda answered.
"Oh." Karen decided it was just as well she hadn't mentioned that she had made it with Paul.
"Well, back to the wars," Shanda said when the stage manager rapped on the door.
"I'm exhausted," Karen groaned. "I'll never make it."
"Just relax and let that partner of yours carry some of the load. He's itching for some camera time anyway. He's hoping some big producer will notice his performance."
"But he's so dumb," Karen blurted out.
Shanda chuckled. "Yeah, but hell have the answers this afternoon. I'll see to that."
Karen was beginning to wonder if anyone on the show was honest. "Going to be a long afternoon," she said carefully.
"Half-hour breaks each half hour this afternoon," Shanda assured her. "Three more shows to tape that means two breaks. You'll make it."
"I hope so." Karen sighed.
They walked slowly back to the studio.
Karen made her way to her seat, and gave her partner a shy smile.
"Hello there!" he gushed. Karen winced. He had been drinking heavily during the lunch break. His eyes looked a little glassy until they focused on her titties. His hand settled on her knee behind the podium, where the eye of the camera couldn't see. Karen decided it was going to be one hell of an afternoon.