Lindy had had a hard time getting through the rest of the afternoon's rehearsal, but she had done it. She hurt like hell, but she didn't show it. By the time rehearsal was called for the day, she was ready for two tranquilizers – but instead she took three, just in case.
They did the job, with the help of a bottle of gin she kept in her dressing room. She showered and put on a clean white dress – she looked radiant in it – and met the others in the dining room for the dinner show.
Lindy couldn't help but notice the strange expression on Terry's face. It was as if he wanted to keep from looking at her. She took his hand under the table – they hadn't had a chance to get together alone since they were together in Vegas, and Lindy felt at least touching each other under the table would help. But, Terry pulled away.
As they were eating salad, Ron blurted out, "I suppose we owe this glum evening to our afternoons?"
No one said a word.
Ron continued. "Terry sits here all bothered and bent outta shape because he's doubting his masculinity. You see, Terry – how should we put it? – got fucked this afternoon."
Lindy gasped.
"Yes, Lindy, I fucked Terry. And he loved it, every minute of it. So he sits here – his ass hurts I don't doubt – brooding, wondering, worrying."
Julie giggled. "Drink, eat, be merry!"
Ron went on. "And Julie is laughing it all off because she succumbed to being the dominant bitch-cunt this afternoon, forcing that dancer to shove his fat dick up little Lindy's bum."
"Shut up," Lindy snapped.
Terry looked up in surprise, into Lindy's eyes. Suddenly they found that measure of understanding again.
"And little Lindy screamed and kicked and had her cute little asshole raped by that big stud assfucker. And then, good trooper of the stage that she is, went out there and tap danced her way through the rest of the afternoon."
"Waiter," Julie called, "I'd like another drink!"
When the waiter had gone, Ron went on. "I wonder how Gerry feels tonight? He's only banged boys before, at least the only assholes he's had it had been boys'. He's probably comparing the feelings right now."
"Ron, come on, let us enjoy our meal," Terry said, not even looking at him.
But Ron had to carry it through. "Terry got fucked and loved it. Lindy got it up her butt and took it just like her mother used to. And Julie got off on it because she's jealous of Lindy banging boys when she could have her all to herself. She and Sally and all the other dykes in this city."
"And you can have all the fags, baby," Julie snapped back at him.
"Please stop it!" Terry said, a little too loudly. People at the next table turned. He couldn't risk that – they were all recognizable.
Lindy dropped her fork, reached into her bag and took out a little pillbox. She opened it, popped a little blue pill into her mouth, and drank half a glass of water.
"What was that?" Julie asked, worried. She'd seen a bottle of sleeping pills in Lindy's suitcase the day before.
"Like mother, like daughter," Ron smiled.
Terry didn't say a word. He knew the best thing to do would be to be quiet and try to forget about it all.
But late that night, in bed, he couldn't be quiet. Was it worth it? Was putting up with this slut, putting up with all this mental torment and torture worth it? How about the lessons, the singing, the voice sessions. Where was his life? Where were his roots? And now, was it fair of Ron to fuck his head up by fucking his ass. He loved it, yes, Ron had been right. It was the greatest sexual pleasure he'd ever had. And it worried him more than anything.
He worried about Lindy, too. The pills, the crazy pace she was setting, the constant rehearsing, the craving for sex – word traveled fast and he knew she'd been fucking Gerry every day, and then going off with Julie and Sally for a few nights of girl-love – and the constant nervousness she was beginning to show. Only two more days, then she'd open. He worried for her – he wasn't sure she'd make it.
Down the hall, Lindy Travis was in a deep sleep, induced by two Nembutals and a chaser of gin.
Across the hall, Ron and Julie sat up in bed, talking. The room was dark except for Julie's ever-present cigarette.
"We've got people from every major studio in California coming to the opening," Julie remarked.
"I know. Every time I think of the money that will be sitting in that room, I could choke. You had better take it easy on her, don't you think?"
"What?" Julie asked indignantly.
"You and Sally and her butch girl friends. And keep that kid, Gerry, away from her, too. She needs rest in the next two, days. She's getting fucked up."
"What do you mean fucked up?"
Ron raised his voice. "You saw how she downed that pill at supper, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"She was half asleep during the whole show."
There was a pause. Finally, Julie said, "All right, I'll make sure she's sheltered. And you watch your step with Terry. I can just see him turning into a raving queen."
Ron laughed. "Oh, come on now, he's as butch as I am!"
"Yes," Julie snapped, "but you're a lot older and more mature. He's a kid. He can't handle homosexuality yet I'm afraid."
"After this afternoon, he's gonna have to."
Julie couldn't help it, she had to join in laughing. "Man, you two were really a sight!"
"Hey," Ron asked, "when did you come in?"
"Right after you twisted him around on your cock!"
"Fantastic!" He laughed and then put his arms around, her. "The hell with those silly kids, I still love you."
"And I still love you."
Ron kissed her. "I love you more than ever!"
"Prove it," Julie whispered, pulling her panties off her feet.
Ron readied his cock and slammed into her. He pumped hard, fast, wildly. She pulled his hair and reached down and slapped his ass. "I love you, Ron," she whispered passionately.
"I love you, baby, and I'm coming in your cunt!" And with that he stopped moving and let his cream roll out of his cock into her hot womanly box. She clung to him without a word and finally released him and wiped her hair from her eyes Ron pulled out and sat up next to her.
"Been a long time," he said.
"Yes. I'd forgotten how nice it was!" Julie added.
"Let's get some sleep."
They crawled under the blankets.
There it was. The sign she had dreamed of:
OPENING TONIGHT: MISS LINDY TRAVIS MAIN BALLROOM
She stood there for a moment as the men hoisted it from the truck and secured it beneath the hotel's bright marquee. She had finally made it.
The rehearsal was a kind of walk-through, just something to do with the afternoon, a few intros and the opening lines of songs, but nothing that amounted to hard work.
Gerry came by her dressing room when rehearsal was finished, kissed her on the cheek and wished her well. She was feeling the jitters – opening night jitters. She slugged down a glass of gin and took one Librium – she limited herself to that.
Telegrams began to arrive, some from people she didn't even know, fans of her late mother, wishing her well. Others invited her to join them after the show to discuss her "future" or her "career". Those she'd show to Ron, that was his business.
Julie came around to add some names to the list of Hollywood stars and people from the industry who were coming. Lindy had never seen Julie so excited.
Ron was busy with last minute arrangements and last minute fuck-ups – such as her name being spelled Travis on the special napkins they'd ordered. Things like that.
Lindy went out by the pool to be alone. Someone was swimming. It turned out to be Terry, and she felt relieved. "Hi, swimmer idol," she kidded, and sat down on a deck chair.
Terry climbed up out of the water and sat next to her with a towel on his shoulder. "Nervous?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. But I feel better now that I've found someone sane to talk to." She smiled.
Terry nodded. "We never seem to get together. You're rehearsing, or I'm rehearsing or meeting people. Records, openings, concerts, ugh. I'm sick of the whole thing already."
She gave him a knowing look. "You're no more sick of it than I am."
Terry looked up at her and nodded. She was right.
"Terry, do you think after all of tonight is done with, I could see you?"
He was surprised. "Sure, yes, of course. I'd love it. We can have out own little after-the-party party."
"Good." She took his hand. "I'll need someone to lean on after I get through this evening. It's really going to make or break me forever. This is it. Mama's ghost is watching!"
"You'll be fantastic!" Terry said, gripping her cold, trembling hand.
And she was! Lindy Travis was a triumph! She received four standing ovations and had to do three encores before the big-name crowd would let her off the stage. All the dancers and chorus and orchestra gave her roses, and she cried big honest tears at the end of the ordeal.
Terry had been at the first table, and the thing that had really touched his heart had been something he totally didn't suspect. About the middle of the show, Lindy said, "And now I'd like to do a sweet, wonderful song, one that you all probably know. It's very popular right now and Terry Peerce, sitting right down there, wrote it and recorded it. I only hope he won't mind what I do to it…" And then she sang it like no one had ever heard before. Terry was in tears by the tune it was finished.
At the reception afterward, Terry finally made his way over to Lindy, and as soon as – they were together Julie gave the photographers the okay to start flashing. The room filled with popping flashbulbs and Terry posed close to Lindy, just the thing to start rumors of a romance – just what Ron and Julie wanted.
Lindy didn't know what was happening regarding her "future". Ron was busy talking to many people who looked as if they were either rich or influential or both. She didn't much care, she knew she'd get offers. Her performance had been electrifying – she'd been as good as her mother ever was, and she was determined to get better.
She waltzed through the crowd, meeting famous stars, some for the second or third time since some of them had known her mother and she'd met them when she was growing up. She kept receiving greetings and accolades. But her mind was on that sign outside, and on the signs that were to come. The sweet taste of success was in her mouth.
Finally, at five in the morning, she went to her room after Ron and Julie walked up with her. Terry had turned in early, waiting for Julie in his room. Julie took off her gown, stripped naked, and put on her yellow robe. Then she crept down the hall and knocked softly on Terry's door. He opened it immediately and then locked it behind her.
"You survived it!" Terry said, hugging her.
He was only wearing his undershorts.
"Barely. But I want to forget about it, Terry. I want to completely forget about it." She walked to the bed with him and sat down. She felt better now – she had popped a tranquilizer into her mouth when she changed into her robe.
"Terry, let me suck your cock. I've been thinking about doing that for a long time now…"
Terry was a little surprised by her sudden turn toward sex, but he was willing and ready. He stood in front of her and pulled his shorts down to his knees. His half-hard cock sprang up and she bent forward to take it in her mouth.
"Oh, Lindy, that feels good," Terry said, wiggling his shorts down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as his cock started to harden in her warm, wet mouth.
"I love your cock, you beautiful boy," Lindy said, licking under it, over his balls. "I loved singing your song tonight – I thought about sucking your cock when I was singing it!"
"I had an erection under the table," Terry lied.
Lindy nibbled at his cockhead, kissing it as it lengthened in front of her. "You have the greatest dick! It's the most perfectly shaped I've ever seen, better than Ron and Gerry put together." She took it in her mouth again, and then pulled off it, hitting it with her cheeks. She grabbed his balls with her hands and played with them, pulling on them gently, and then forced her hand between his legs and found his asshole.
Suddenly his cock jerked and she could feel his entire body going stiff as her finger probed his anus, he shivered and shook with passion. "Lindy, I love you! I love you!" he said over and over.
"I love your cock," she purred, and then pushed her lips down on it again. This time she didn't release it – she started sucking in rhythm, moving her head back and forth, digging her finger up his asshole, rubbing his balls, flicking her tongue over the tip of his swollen cockhead.
He rubbed his hands through her hair and sighed. Then he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her robe apart. She moved one hand and pulled out of it, and then the other, and finally the garment dropped to the ground. She was naked, on her knees, and he sat on the edge of the bed as she twisted around, switching places so his cock was at the perfect position for a blowjob.
She sucked him hard and good. He flopped back on the bed and lifted his legs so she could fingerfuck him at the same time. He was close to shooting, and had to hold back several times.
"You like getting fingerfucked, don't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, I love it…" he moaned.
She darted her finger all the way up his ass and pulled it out. Then she released her lips, letting his cock slap up against his abdomen, and started in sucking on his balls, one at a time, until she was able to pull them both into her mouth. She swirled them around with her tongue and pulled them into her throat. Then she went down to his asshole, spreading it with her fingers, darting her tongue in and out of the hot passage.
"Oh, Godamnit, I can't stand it!" Terry cried out on the bed. He was in heaven, in pure bliss. He never wanted her to take her face from his ass – the same face that had sung those beautiful songs, the powerful singer with the cute little half-cocked smile like her mother had…
Lindy pulled her face away and stood up. "I want you to fuck me, Terry!" She fell to the bed next to him, their bodies close together.
"I'll do anything, Lindy, anything!" He bent over and kissed her lips and chin, and then made his way down her body slowly, down her neck, between her breasts, to each nipple, down her belly and finally coming to rest at her pubic mound.
"That's it, Terry. Kiss my pussy."
Terry slid his tongue along the line of her cuntal lips and then darted it in, just as she had darted her tongue in his ass.
"Oh, that's it!" she said, spreading her legs. "Eat my cunt!"
Terry stuck his head between her legs and sucked as hard as he could. He brushed his tongue up into her and felt her clit and rubbed it. She dug her nails in his shoulders and reached down to grab his throbbing cock. Then he licked her pussy lips again and came back up her body, just as he had gone down.
They kissed again, passionately, with all the pent-up force in their young bodies. Then they sat up on the bed and embraced, and, finally Terry moved his head down between her legs again and Lindy did the same to him.
She took his cock in one hand and started kissing all around it, over his thick sac, over the flesh of his thighs, and finally on the tip of his penis itself. Terry moaned and stuffed his tongue as far into her as it would go, pushing her legs apart with his hands. He fingered her tiny asshole and finally shoved his head far between her legs, far enough to lick her hole and apply some saliva.
"Go ahead, Terry," Lindy moaned, wanting his finger up her ass. Ever since the day Julie had forced Gerry to fuck her ass, she'd been more conscious of the pleasure stimulation of her anus could bring. Now Terry would put his finger up her ass…
With his face in between her legs, his chin pressing against her cunt in their sixty-nine position, Terry pushed his big finger into the girl's tight bum. She gasped and held his cock in her mouth, between her teeth, as she felt the sharp pain as his finger entered her. Then, in a moment, the pain was gone and a delicious sense of pleasure and excitement flooded her body.
Terry licked her pussy as his finger slid all the way up her asshole. He felt the muscles pulling him, hugging him, tugging on him – it was as if her asshole wanted his entire arm up there! He slipped his tongue into her cunt again and then shoved the finger to the hilt.
"Christ," Lindy murmured, pressing her face to his cock and balls.
Terry knew exactly what he was doing. He'd done this many times before, to himself. He knew just how to slide his finger, how to twist it, how to rotate just the tip – and at the same time his tongue did wild dances in her pussy. She cried out and he felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter as her pussy juices started to flow.
"I'm gonna make it," Lindy said, all at once starting to slam her body against his thee, making his hard finger move faster in her asshole. "Eat my clit!" she shouted, forcing his head between her legs, spreading her pussy as much as she could. She hugged his cock and sucked on it, kissing it, adoring it, as she felt her orgasm rising…
Suddenly the whole world seemed to come crashing down! Everything went black and she felt nothing but the incredible pleasure rising out of her loins. She let herself go and it was as if the world had exploded – she was lost in space and time, with only a feeling of ecstasy enveloping her.
Terry didn't let go. He kept his tongue moving till she begged him to stop as she came back to reality. After he pulled his face away, he eased his finger out of her and let, her just lie there, relaxing, trying to catch her breath. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then patted it against her wet thighs.
"That was fantastic," Lindy purred, grabbing his cock in her fingers again.
"Listen, if you're tired…" Terry started to say.
"No, I'm fine. I feel great!" She bent over and kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue around the slit in the end.
"Lindy, you were great tonight," Terry said again, still remembering seeing her on that stage. It was hard to believe the same girl was flow between his legs, licking his hard cock.
"So were you… so are you," Lindy said, getting excited again, and smashed her head down on his cock. She was addicted to his penis – she didn't know what it was exactly, but it was a feeling, a compulsion, that she'd never experienced before. Ron had a bigger cock, Gerry's was thicker, but she was crazed with Terry's – and she sucked it better than she sucked any of the others.
Terry sat there on the bed with his feet curled under him, watching her take his cock down her throat. He wanted to come desperately. There was a feeling coming over him, something he couldn't explain, something that told him he didn't want to have intercourse with her. He wanted her to take him in her mouth, to take his cum and swallow it and curl up in his arms for the rest of the night…
But Lindy wanted to be fucked by this cock she adored. She wanted to feel it all the way in her cunt, slamming into her, screwing her till she came again! That's how she wanted it, without Ron or Julie watching, without them even knowing – she wanted love!
"Fuck me, Terry," she moaned.
"Are you sure…"
"Terry, I want to feel your beautiful cock in my cunt! Please, please now, stick it in me!" She was going crazy, squirming around on the bed, getting into position, spreading her legs, holding her cunt lips apart.
Terry knelt between her outstretched legs and she grabbed his cock and positioned it at the lips of her pussy. Then she said, "GO ahead, shove! HARD!"
Terry started thinking about it – Can I do it? Will she like it? – but he quickly turned his mind off and told himself to forget. Thinking could do no good now, he had to do what his heart and his cock told him to do. He shoved his body forward and suddenly felt his cock enveloped by soft, warm, gripping flesh.
"Oh God, yes! That's it!" Lindy shouted, grabbing his shoulders, pulling his body to hers. His cock was buried to the hilt, their pubic hair entwined, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. He was fucking her and he hardly realized it.
He began to move his hips up and down and each time she met him with a gasp and a push with her loins. The bed squeaked and she brought her feet up around his ass, forcing his cock another inch into her cunt.
"Lindy, Lindy, Lindy," Terry moaned as he banged her furiously.
"Oh, baby, you're better than Gerry! Fuck me crazy, honey!" She was going wild, feeling his cock scraping against her clitoris, knowing she'd be able to make it to another orgasm.
"I love you, Lindy," Terry cried out, pumping his hips. His cock was hard as rock and his balls were swollen with his cum. He'd been close to coming twice in the last hour, and now he'd really shoot into her hot hungry pussy.
"Come inside me, baby! Fill me up!" Lindy begged, running her hands over his back and down to his ass cheeks. He kissed her and licked her ear and neck and pressed harder against her body, so her breasts moved beneath him, her hard nipples cutting into his chest.
"Come, Terry! I'm almost ready! Come together!"
"Yeah, yeah," Terry mumbled, but he couldn't feel it in his cock – he wasn't ready to shoot. He pumped his cock wildly, hard and fast, but still he couldn't feel that wonderful exploding. Sensation just before, orgasm.
"Terry, I can't get off till I feel you coming inside me!" She was practically weeping now. She needed to feel his jism flooding her insides, then she'd be able to come again.
But Terry couldn't do it. He finally stopped, sweating, panting, and said softly, "I don't know what's wrong…"
Lindy opened her eyes and looked up at him. She at once knew – she'd been hoping it wouldn't have to be like this – and she knew what to do about it. She squirmed her body to one aide a bit and reached down to grab Terry's balls. Then, as they stared into each other's eyes, she brought her fingers up to his anal opening and touched there, hard, deliberately.
"Oh, yes, that's it!" Terry said.
Lindy felt his cock twitch and jump inside her pussy. She pressed her fingers up harder and two of them entered his asshole to the first knuckle. That was all he needed. She twisted her fingers around once and felt him shudder and grasp her body to him.
Without moving his cock, without so much as a shove or a stroke, Terry came. Lindy's fingers up his ass did the trick, and he shot off harder and wilder than he'd ever come before. He shouted into the darkness of the room and Lindy gave up her orgasm for his pleasure. She kept her fingers moving around and around in his asshole till he'd stopped coming, and then finally pulled them away and rolled on her side, with his cock still in her, until he pulled it out. Then she went down on him again, sucking the cream off his dick, licking his asshole, resting her head between his legs.
As she lay there, quiet, feeling his deep slow breathing, his cock limp against her cheek, she knew there was no hope for the two of them – at least with each other. She needed to be fucked, and he'd never be able to do it – because of the simple reason that he needed to be fucked also!
It was a realization, a truth, and they both accepted it. They had hoped for more, but they'd take what they could get. They didn't want it to hurt their friendship – Lindy kept thinking. Wouldn't it have been nice if Terry and I could have found a great sexual thing and had fatten in love and told Ron and Julie to go to hell! – but it did. That bond they had felt so strongly wasn't so strong any longer. Terry felt a bit ashamed of himself, and yet he accepted the fact of his anal orientation better than he had thought he would. And Terry continued to fuck Gerry, Ron, Sally, Julie, and a long list of them in the days before their Vegas stint came to an end.