On the flight to Las Vegas, Gerry, the dancer, had wanted to sit with Lindy. But Julie had claimed her for her own and an argument had taken place which left the boy out of Julie's graces. He sat, pouting, with one of the gay chorus members near the tail of the plane.
Julie and Lindy didn't say much. What was there to say? They had an awareness of each other now that required not the use of words but of looks and feelings.
While they were having lunch, Julie asked, "Still upset about last night?"
"No, I'm still surprised about it, but I'm not upset. I've got too much to look forward to." Lindy took a bite of her salad.
"That dancer the one you've been fucking regularly?" Julie asked, looking down at her food.
"Jesus, do you have to be so loud?"
Julie didn't react.
"Well, yes, if you want to know the truth." Now Lindy was getting upset – why all the questions suddenly?
"You know what?" Julie asked, turning to her.
"What?"
"I'll bet he – the dancer stud, what's his name?"
"Gerry," Lindy replied.
"Yes, Gerry. I'll bet Gerry would love to screw Terry Peerce."
Lindy almost choked on her food. "What? They're both straight!"
"Bullshit, honey," Julie said sweetly. "Good old Gerry's been a dancer long enough to know an asshole feels like a cunt, maybe even better. He's probably screwed the whole line of 'em by now."
Lindy looked out the window into the clouds. "So what if he has, why try to turn Terry gay? That poor kid is so young!"
"I suppose you don't know what caused him to come in your little pussy last night, do you?" Julie said secretly.
"What?" Lindy asked, turning to her. "What the hell do you mean?"
"I stuffed my fingers up his asshole. Same as I did when I gave him a blow job in his apartment. Same as I did when he came into Ron's mouth in the living room."
Lindy just stared at her, not quite comprehending what she was saying. "I still don't know what…"
"Oh, Lindy, cut the crap. He needs something up his asshole to make him come. That's how he gets off, getting fucked! And sooner or later he'll want to be fucked by a real man's cock."
"Oh, Julie, that's ridiculous," Lindy said, and closed her eyes, pretending to want to sleep. But she wondered about what Julie had said. She'd find out, sooner or later, when she was alone with Terry…
As the plane circled Las Vegas for a landing, Lindy started to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Julie asked.
"I was just thinking of everyone's names – Julie, Gerry, Lindy, Terry!"
"And Sally."
Lindy looked at her. "Who's Sally?"
"A girl you're going to meet in Vegas."
"Hi, come on in," Sally, said, "and don't mind the mess. Tomorrow's cleaning day."
She was the typical Vegas showgirl/hooker, blonde and pretty, uneducated and sexual. Lindy stared at her for a moment too long, wondering if she were a dyke – and Sally took the stare to mean interest. She put her hand on Lindy's shoulder and asked if she could get them something to drink.
"Just iced tea or something," Julie answered.
"Same for me," Lindy said.
"Sure, sugar, anything," Sally said going off to the kitchen.
Julie lit up a cigarette without a word. Lindy sat down on the couch and moved a pile of dresses over to one side. She looked around the room to see pictures of many famous stars – Ann Margaret, Barbra Streisand, Sonny and Cher, Connie Stevens, Debbie Reynolds – with their autographs, gifts to Sally, who was only a showgirl but making an honest living.
Sally brought in the drinks. "If there's not enough sugar for you, sugar, there's more in the kitchen."
"It's fine," Lindy lied, sipping her drink.
"So how's things?" Sally asked, sitting on the chair near them.
"Things couldn't be better," Julie said.
"Lindy opens in a little more than a week…"
"Yeah, I heard. The whole town's buzzing about that one!" Sally said, winking at Lindy.
"…and Ron has signed Terry Peerce, who's going to be the biggest thing to hit pop music since David Cassidy."
"Hey, I think I've seen him," Sally said, and she fell to the floor on her knees and began searching through a pile of books near the coffee table. Movie Stars, Movie Screen, Teen Idol – "Here, I think it's in here!"
"Yes, that's it," Julie said, remembering the magazine well – they had four copies of it in their living room back home.
"Can I see?" Lindy asked.
"Here, sugar," Sally said, handing Lindy the magazine.
"Wow! Terry looks great!" Lindy started reading the story and Sally and Julie glanced at each other. Julie nodded toward Lindy, and Sally got up and sat next to the girl on the couch.
"He's got a nice pair of buns, huh?" Sally asked, looking at one picture of Terry taken from behind, in white pants.
"Yes, he's got a great body," Lindy said.
"She should know," Julie added. "He fucked her the other night on her living room floor."
Sally's eyes lit up. "You don't say?"
Lindy blushed. "Well, I…"
"Julie saw it all, Lindy," Julie said, as if she were the girl's mother.
Sally put her arm around Lindy's shoulder. "You like, boys? Young boys like that?"
"We're practically the same age," Lindy said, beginning to get frightened.
"He have a big dick?" Sally asked, playing with Lindy's hair.
"Nice one," Julie said, "but he likes getting fucked in the ass."
"Really? Far out!" Sally said.
Lindy didn't know what to do. The showgirl was getting closer and closer – should she get up and run? Should she pour her iced tea all over her head? Or should she just let them have her? After all, Julie sure as hell knew how to work her tongue up her cunt – maybe Sally was even better?
Lindy turned and looked Sally in the eye. Then she grabbed the showgirl and kissed her hard on the lips! She wanted to shock the living hell out of Julie, which she did. The woman sat there, stunned, watching Sally and Lindy kissing in a passionate embrace.
"Take off my clothes," Lindy whispered, as her tongue floated in and out of Sally's mouth.
"I will, sugar, don't you worry," Sally said, already pulling Lindy's knit top up over her naked breasts. As soon as the garment was over her head, she moved her face down to the girl's nipples and started sucking them lovingly.
Julie got up and slid her panties off. Then she sat back down in the chair, flipped her legs over the sides, and started playing with her cunt. "Suck her titties good and hard, Sally!"
Sally pulled as much of Lindy's breast into her mouth as she could. The girl moaned and held Sally's face against her bosom, with her eyes closed.
"Oh, babies, do it for mama!" Julie said, stuffing her fingers up her cunt, watching them in the sunlit room.
Sally started to undo the snaps on Lindy's pants, Lindy stopped her, got up, and stripped for them in the middle of the room, and then stood there naked in the sun, letting them feast their hungry lesbian eyes on her beautiful young body. "Eat me," Lindy said to Sally, as the girl moved to her knees in front of her. This was new to her, but she knew she was boss, she was hi control. She was the one who was desired, and she was going to command them and make them work for her pleasure – and their pleasure.
Julie got up just as Sally started to lick up and down Lindy's thighs, went to a drawer near the hallway, and pulled out a big ten-inch vibrator. She sat back down in the chair and stuffed the long plastic instrument up her pussy, slowly, carefully. As Sally's lips met Lindy's cunt lips, Julie switched the vibrator on and the soft sound – whirrrrrrrr – filled the room. She moved the plastic cock around and around in her cunt as she watched Sally eat out Lindy's pussy.
"Oh, Sally, eat me, eat me," Lindy moaned, spreading her legs a little more each moment. Sally had her mouth plastered against the girl's crotch, lapping her hot pussy with her tongue. She was better than Julie, far better. This was a girl who had been sucking cunt since she was twelve years old, and never could get enough of it. Now she was on her knees in front of Lindy Travis, would only arrived in Vegas hours before, who'd had her first experience with another woman only the evening before, who was on her way to stardom just as her mother had been…
Susan Travis had been sucked off by many girls in her day, too. Unfortunately, Sally hadn't been one of them. But she'd settle for the daughter any day…
Lindy's pussy tasted sweet and was extremely wet and mushy inside, a nice juicy young cunt Sally worked her tongue in and out, giving her clit a good working out, and then lapped the lips and the hairy mound.
"Oh, Sally, it's beautiful," Lindy said, watching Julie screwing herself with the vibrator.
"Suck her ass, Sal," Julie said, pulling the plastic dick all the way out of her and shoving it back in again.
"Turn around," Sally said softly, looking up into Lindy's young bright eyes.
Lindy turned around. Her curved ass was in front of Sally's face now, and Lindy could feel the showgirl's hands running over it, between the cheeks, spreading her…
"Kiss her ass, baby!" Julie yelled, switching the vibrator off.
Sally shoved her face between the girl's luscious buttocks and darted her tongue forward against her asshole. Lindy let out a gasp and automatically spread her legs as far as she could. Then she herself reached around and held her ass cheeks apart as Sally brought one hand up under her pussy and pressed her pretty face into her asshole.
"Oh, Christ!" Lindy exclaimed.
"You and Terry like the same treatment, it seems," Julie laughed, still playing with the long plastic thing between her legs.
Sally wasn't listening. She had two fingers stuffed up the girl's cunt and her tongue was forcing Lindy's anal opening apart, plying it with kisses, wetting it, knowing well that nothing had ever been up it – it was tighter than any asshole she'd ever touched. She thought for a moment that she'd get the vibrator or one of her dildoes and try that, but she figured it would hurt the girl too much. A finger would be the best.
But, before she had a chance to put her fingers on Lindy's ass opening, she felt the girl's cunt pulling at her other hand, and a trickle of wetness ran down her wrist and arm. She knew Lindy was on the brink of orgasm and she quickly put another finger up her box, twisting them around, pinching her clit, stimulating her vulva, fucking her vagina with her hand.
"Gonna come, sugar?" Sally asked, pulling her head from the girl's asshole for a moment.
"Come, Lindy! Come for us!" Julie screamed, working the vibrator in her cunt, reaching a climax herself.
"Oh, yes, I'm going to…" Lindy held her breath and felt the wonderful sensation of Sally's fingers in her pussy and her lips and tongue pressing at her sensitive asshole. She heard the vibrator click on again and then the sounds of Julie's heavy breathing as the woman reached her orgasm. Sally moaned deep in her throat and that did it – Lindy let go and a tremendous orgasm rocked her entire body.
"God! Oh, God!" She screamed loud and pumped her hips up and down on Sally's hand, sending her juices down Sally's arm, as Julie watched through glassy eyes.
"That's it, sugar, do it on me," Sally said, and then lapped her asshole again. Lindy let go of her ass cheeks and put her hands on her breasts. Her buttocks moved together and pressed against Sally's face, tongue and nose, but she stayed in there, licking till the last spasm had floated through Lindy's body and she was starting to breathe again.
"Jesus, that was good!" Julie said, pulling the vibrator out of her cunt.
"It was incredible," Lindy said as Sally pulled her hand from her pussy. Lindy turned around and Sally licked her crotch clean, sucking on it gently. Lindy patted her on the head.
Julie jumped up and wiped her cunt with a towel from the kitchen. "Come on, Lindy, we'll be late for rehearsal."
Lindy started putting her pants on as Sally just sat there, smiling. Just as they were leaving, Julie reached in her bag and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. She set it on the table near the hall and said, "Buy yourself some tea."
Sally laughed and waved. "Come back, both of you!"
"We will," Julie said.
Lindy was already at the end of the corridor.
"I've got three concerts lined up – Albuquerque, Vegas and Los Angeles!" Ron said excitedly.
Julie held the phone near her ear. "Albuquerque?"
"Yeah, Albuquerque. It's gonna be a big night, and he needs the exposure. We're starting a fan club there, just to hype him more by the time he gets to L.A."
"When will you be here?" Julie asked.
"We're coming in a day or two. That way he can make the publicity scene on Lindy's opening, and his concert, the first one, isn't till a week after that."
"He's already seen Lindy's opening!" Julie laughed.
"Very funny. Anyhow, get us a room – you and me, I mean – and one for Terry. I'll call you when we arrive."
"'Bye, love," Julie said, and hung up the phone.
Lindy was excited that Terry was coming to town – even if the reason was purely publicity. At least she felt at ease with him and knew they would be honest with each other. She didn't trust Julie, Ron, or even Sally, who she figured was really too dumb to be dishonest. Anyway, the thought of being with Terry again was a good one – she wanted to be fucked by his nice big cock again, only this time alone. And she wanted to see if what Julie had said about Terry not being able to come without anal stimulation was true. She'd prove it wasn't. She was such a good fuck, anyone could come off in her pussy, even a gay guy who'd never been with a girl in her life! She figured she was the all-time-great young fuck.
If she wasn't quite that, she sure as hell was a worker. She danced and sang till she nearly collapsed, took an hour off, came back and did it all again. People who had been in the business for years, lifetimes, were stunned. They had never seen such a workhorse. Her mother had been notorious for missing rehearsals, missing shows, missing movie calls. She couldn't have cared less, she was a star. Perhaps Lindy would be the same someday, but now, at this point, she couldn't afford to. She pushed herself endlessly and the results were brilliant. Even the workers cleaning the showroom had to stop and listen to her. She was one of the finest and most electrifying singers they'd ever seen or heard.
On those hour breaks she'd go for a walk in the desert sunshine, or she'd take a swim in the pool, or have a light lunch. But more often than not, she'd meet Gerry in her dressing room. He'd pull his dance tights down and grab his dance belt and get it down to his knees. Then Lindy'd get on the floor and he'd fuck her fast, hard, till he came. Or he'd just stand, there, leaning against the door, and watch as she opened his sweaty dance clothes, pulled his hardening cock out, and took it in her mouth. Each time she sucked him, she was getting better at it. He'd come fist, filling her cheeks till they bloated out, and after a few times she was learning how to swallow the whole load without letting any dribble down her chin.
The first time she took all his cum, she got back up and looked into his eyes and giggled. Then she said, "I can't believe I took the whole thing!"
Gerry laughed, then forced her back down in front of him and made her suck him off a second time.
Sometimes they'd go up to Lindy's room – the one she still shared with Julie – and fuck on the bed. But they liked doing it in strange places, just as Terry Peerce liked heating off in strange places. Gerry threw a fuck into Lindy backstage, in a dark corner, against a pile of ropes and flats for sets. One time they ducked into the men's room backstage and he ate her pussy out as she stood up on the sink! Another time, she pulled his cock out of his pants as the cast sat at a big long table, listening to notes from the director. Gerry came all over his pants and her hand, but no one knew about it. Naturally, Gerry and Lindy were the last to leave the table.
And every night, with the lights out, after some gambling – Lindy was becoming addicted to playing keno – and a few drinks, she'd let Julie have her body. She even started licking the older woman's pussy herself – and found that she was liking it. They finally ended up in a sixty-nine position the night before Ron and. Terry arrived, and brought each other off with their tongues.
Ron and Terry took an evening flight. After they were in the sky for about an hour and had their sandwiches and cocktails, the lights in the cabin dimmed and the stewardess brought pillows. Terry put his in his lap and leaned against the back of his seat and the window.
Ron looked around. There was no one in the row but them – all the way across the plane. The stewardess was nowhere to be seen. This was the time – his cock was bursting with anticipation in his shorts. "Terry, open, your zipper," Ron said softly.
Terry opened his eyes. "What?"
"Open your zipper," Ron repeated.
"Why?"
"What do you mean? Why? 'Cause I want to play with your dick, that's why."
Terry looked around the dark plane. "Ron, this is dangerous."
"Like hell," Ron whispered. "Reach under your pillow and pull your cock out or I'll cancel your L.A. show."
Who was Terry to argue with that? He pulled his zipper down and moved the pillow to one aide, looking toward the aisle, afraid that someone would see him.
Ron's hand moved across the seat to Terry's cock and held it tightly. It began, to fill, began to push its way through Ron's hot fingers, hardening Terry closed his eyes again and leaned back. Man, that feels good. He decided he'd let Ron do what he wanted – the hell with anyone seeing. He figured Ron knew what he was doing.
"That's it, Terry, just let me work your nice dick up and down," Ron whispered, leaning his head back in his seat. He pumped on Terry's cock as if it were his own, pulling his hand up to the tip, flicking it with his thumb, dragging his fingers down the shaft again to Terry's zipper.
"Oh, man," Terry moaned softly, arching his hips forward in the seat. His cock stood at attention, sticking out of his red pleated pants, with Ron's hand wrapped around it, holding it, pulling on it, jerking him off.
"Terry, you like it?" Ron muttered.
"Love it," Terry replied.
"Listen, kid," Ron whispered as he felt Terry's dick getting still harder in his grasp, "Tell me when you're gonna shoot."
"I'll… I'll get my pants all messed…"
Terry started to murmur, but Ron stopped him.
"I'm gonna go down on you, so you tell me when," Ron said.
Terry felt relieved. He shoved his hips up again and pressed his band under his balls. He could feel Ron's hand hitting his as his cock was being worked up and down…
Suddenly, just as Terry thought that he was going to come, a little bell sounded, behind them and the stewardess walked down the aisle. She didn't look down at them, but even if she had, she wouldn't have seen anything. Terry had pressed the pillow over his hard cock, and Ron had pulled his hand to the seat rest.
In a moment she was gone and they were at it again. Terry leaned back and closed his eyes. He thought of Lindy sliding her finger up his asshole and making him come in her mouth. He thought of the situation they were in now – Ron with his baud wrapped around Terry's cock, beating him off somewhere above Kansas! In a plane full of people!
"Getting near, Terry?" Ron whispered in a low tone.
"Yeah, close, close," Terry muttered, gritting his teeth. He pressed on his balls and felt them quivering between his legs. He was nearly there.
Ron looked at the boy's cock in anticipation. He couldn't wait to put his lips over the big red cockhead and drink the juices down. He beat it hard, up and down, breathing deeply. "Tell me when… tell me when…"
Terry held his breath and then clenched his fists. He tossed his head back and shook his long shaggy hair. Then he opened his eyes wide and said, "Now."
In one fast move, Ron bent over and slammed his head down on Terry's hard cock. Just as the end of the boy's penis hit the back of his throat, cum filled his mouth. He'd promised to take it all down, not, to spill a drop, so he started swallowing, again and again, as each spurt of semen shot out of the tip of the hot throbbing cock.
"Oh, Ron, yes…" Terry moaned, pressing his head to the window and pushing up with his hips so his cock was shoved all the way down Ron's throat.
Ran kept at it till the last drop came out of Terry's cockhead, and then he pulled off, kissed the tip of his dick, and sat up again. He wiped his lips and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't say another thing till they landed in Vegas.
But Terry watched him for a few minutes. He wondered what in the hell made Ron tick? The guy liked girls and boys both, just like his wife. He was handsome and had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Julie was a beautiful woman, but apparently they didn't satisfy each other. He wondered if this was what he would have to be giving in to the sexual advances of both Ron and Julie – in order to sustain a career. No, he figured. As soon as he was on top, he'd go to another agent, someone better, someone who didn't demand his body. He'd take his money and run…
But, for now, at that moment before they landed, he felt his softened cock inside his shorts. It still felt wet and warm. He'd liked what Ron had done – a blow job was better than his hand any day – and he knew he had a strange affection for the guy, one that he couldn't explain.
Ron opened his eyes as the Fasten Seat Belts sign clicked on. "You okay?" he asked.
"Sure," Terry said, nodding.