Nancy stretched out on her back, looking at him. She seemed to have a new tenderness in her eyes. He unfastened her belt and her dressing gown slid open. She put her arms around him, pulled him down to her.
"Baby, baby," she murmured heatedly. Already her nipples were hardening in their dark circles. His
fingers played on them as if they were piano keys, and she gasped softly. His hot, moist tongue soon replace the fingers There was that insistent pounding deep within her cunt.
Then his tongue was lower, weaving around the small wet spire of her cut, and he expertly vibrated it between his lips, letting his tongue thrust farther into the slithery saltiness of her gash.
"Oh, God! Ooh, God!" she moaned.
Then he gripped the bobbing cunt between his teeth, nibbling it gently.
"Bite," Nancy hissed between clenched teeth. "Bite it off, hon."
His mouth ate deeper into her wet, fleshy gash, sucking, biting, gasping. He moved around until Nancy had his hot cock in her mouth, gulping it. Her jaws locked his prick like a vise, wouldn't let. go of the bobbing meat. Together, that way, they came gloriously.
He held her close, his lips buried beneath her ear.
"Did… did you have someone last night?" she asked.
"No, darling. Of course not," he said. "I stayed away for… you know, for the producer. I went home with Buck Pappas, slept late, and took care of some things this afternoon. You know the rest."
Suddenly, her eyes were shining. She believed him and was happy. She snuggled deeper into his embrace. And a warmth that only Nathan seemed able to give her crept over her body. Only this man
could make her feel all woman
Later, Nancy was all sweetness and affection; and Nathan too.
"I'm in love. I'm in love. I'm in love," she sang and bounced around the room. He laughed and caught up with her and patted her on the naked ass. She was a sight to see, he thought, with her flimsy dressing gown streaking out behind her and all creation open in front.
He was pretty well fucked out. But he kept a careful look at the time. He still hadn't had, a chance to get out and call the girl piano player. He hated to do that to Buck Pappas, but he felt compelled to keep the appointment with Paulette.
Maybe Nancy would dress and go out shortly, he thought. She usually headed off for coffee with the girls about now; if she didn't have a date br something. But she didn't show any immediate sign of leaving.. Finally, he asked her, "Sugar, aren't you going out?"
"No!" she said, just like that. "Why?"
"Nothing. You usually see the girls. I've got to get to the club soon. About thirty minutes."
"I'm not going out tonight, and maybe not ever again.
"Whoa. That's harsh."
"I've found my man."
She grabbed him and hugged him and kissed him full on the lips. She gently used the tip of her tongue and licked his eyelids, his earlobe, and gain kissed his lips.
Bitch, silly or not, she was sweet, he thought.
Her eyes were all bright and shining. Finally, she let go and went into the kitchen. He hopped into the shower, came out and started dressing. He smelled food. "Hey, what's that?" he called out.
She came in with a plate full of ham, eggs, and cheese sandwiches. They looked good. He started in on them hungrier than usual. She went back for coffee. This was something, Nathan was thinking. Food in this apartment was always every man for himself. Now here was Nancy acting like a regular housewife or something.
Nancy stood there watching him eat. She refastened her gown belt. "Darling," she said. "I'm going to stay home tonight, write some letters, and wait for you. If I go to sleep, I'll get up and fix you something to eat. And tomorrow night, I'm going to cook you a nice dinner."
"You flipped or something?"
"Oh, Nathan, I've found you."
"Baby, you've had, me all the time," he said. Shit. She had it bad. He really felt tender toward her.
"I'm going out tomorrow and try to find a job. A regular job."
"What about your career?" he asked; dubious.
"If I make it, I make it. If not, I've got you."
"You'll get the breaks if you keep on. You've got the talent and the looks."
"1 can't Not anymore. It's ridiculous, I know, but I'm in love with you," she said. "Oh, darling, I forgot."
"What?"
"There's a male part in Weindorf's picture just list for you. Second lead. His budget is low, so he might use a new face. Needs a good looking guy like you."
"Fat chance I got. My agent won't even see Weindorf. They don't get along."
"No, dear. What I mean is… I told him about you."
He was surprised. "About us, you mean? Baby, you've mined your chance."
"I didn't exactly tell him that way,"' she faltered trying to explain. "When he was talking about the roles, I kept thinking about you, and I… well., I told him I knew a guy who was just right for the part. I said you were a… a cousin."
She turned beet-red. Shit… maybe she might get away with it, he thought. Be a helluva thing if Nancy got him to Weindorf where his genius agent couldn't or wouldn't. -
"Great girl. You did right, Nancy. Look, if you could set up a meeting some way… say you have him over some night, and I'll drop by, see?"
She was silent for a moment. "Do you really want me to, Nathan?"
"Sure, honey. That'd be great. You could pass me off as a cousin. I meet him, have a few drinks, and I'd blow, see."
She gave him a funny stare. Sometimes he couldn't get her at all. Little tear pockets formed, then she wiped them away and laughed. Or tried to laugh. It was a cross between a chuckle and a sob.
"All right; darling. If you really want, I'll do it for you."
"Know what that'l1 make you?" he asked
"It could make me a sort of working housewife." She blushed and lowered her glance. Her words hit him. He didn't mean it that way at all. God, one thing he didn't need now was a money eyed girl hanging around.
Nathan finished dressing, ate all of the sandwiches and coffee, and went to look once more for the piano player's name and phone number. He didn't want Nancy to know, because it still bothered him about what he was going to do to Buck Pappas if he didn't get somebody to take his place. He moved around, restless, then he remembered what Nancy said about waiting up. Sonofabitch! He didn't want her to do that. Suppose he couldn't get away from the wealthy widow until morning? Above all, he didn't want to upset his chances with all that Texas gold before he really got the lay of the land.
"Say, Nancy. Don't wait up for me. Go on to bed and-"
"You will be back when you close, won't you?"
"Sure. Sure!"
She looked relieved. It annoyed him. He was thinking of the rich dame, the Beverly Hilton, and that South African lodestone. Maybe there'd, be another forty..or more.
"Look, Nancy. I met a guy that's got something going with Producer's Studio. Small deal. But if he comes in, I may have coffee with him for an hour
or so. Could be something."
He was lying like hell, but it relieved him. She was all tender smiles,
"Oh, darling.. Of course. I'll go to sleep and dream of this afternoon, and you can wake me when you come." She walked into his arms and slid her arms under his suit coat. "Don't tell anyone, but I'll be… in the nude for love." She squeezed him. "Run along or you'll be late."
He kissed her and left. She was standing still with the doorway still slightly open watching him depart just like a dutiful wife. Fuck that! He got sweaty in his palms thinking of it.
He started the MG and kept the top down. He knew he should go straight to the club and tell Buck. Instead, he headed up into the Hollywood hills, not particularly thinking of any destination, rode around awhile, looking at the cars and dames, thinking, then drove ever to the Beverly Hilton. He hunted for an un metered unrestricted parking post, which put him three blocks away. He walked back to the hotel.
"Well, Empress." he muttered, "if you got forty bucks worth last night, I'll try for eighty tonight."
He sure as hell needed the money.
As he walked back towards the hotel, he couldn't help thinking about 'Nancy and that love-struck look in her eyes. She was Willing to blow her own chance to get a part in a movie; but would do anything to get him a part. It didn't make sense, he told himself. Not in Hollywood anyway. And to make matters worse, his
conscience bothered him; not only about Nancy, but also what he was doing to Buck Pappas.
"Man, you better get your head on straight! First things first. And right now you need some operating money because without it, you ain't got nuthin' no how."
His pace quickened and he found himself grinning at the difference twenty-four hours had made in his life. A beautiful woman with lots of money walked into his life and suddenly he's worrying about hurting the feelings of the very people that were down on him the day before. Yesterday, Nancy sent him off to the club bitching about rent money; and when he got there, Buck Pappas pleaded poverty when he asked for his back pay. Today, everyone was singing a different tune.
He liked the new lyrics better.