Setting up a new movie was just as easy as Roger had predicted. The shadowy characters who finance X-rated films had not missed the significance of Connie's debut role, and Roger found two men willing to gamble $30,000 on that significance.
This was no How to Become a Stud, either. Roger had written and directed that one, and his kindest description of it was "shit". For this script he collaborated with a writer friend, tailoring it to Connie's talents and personality, and it seemed at least half a notch above the usual porno scenario.
Connie had the leading role, a Broadway hooker who inherited a fortune from one of her regular customers.
She took to the part intuitively. Some scenes were filmed on the streets where her character worked, and Connie, with a frizzy blonde wig, long coat open to show off tight sweater, miniskirt, and thigh-high boots, blended marvelously with the six or seven real whores who had agreed to be filmed for local color. She played her part so well that she was even propositioned by two businessman-types before her partner in the first sequence could get to her. Her voice was pure Bronx and her manner cold and mercenary. Worth the price of admission was a bit where she sat naked on the edge of a bed, almost two inches of ash dangling from the end of her cigarette while she expertly rolled a condom onto her john's erect prick.
The cast was large, and most of the familiar New York porno faces and bodies were in evidence for an orgy scene celebrating Connie's arrival to fortune. Among those bare writhing bodies was that of Stacy Talbot. No one was aware that she was Connie's daughter to them, she was simply another ambitious, uninhibited girl stripping and sexing for the movie camera.
Stacy's only scene was the orgy, filmed on the last day of the six-day schedule. It took the entire day, some nine hours of shooting altogether, and every muscle in the girl's body ached. Her bit had been a demanding one – to be screwed from the rear by a big-cocked stud while she took turns munching on Ellen Pascoe's pussy and the mouth-filling rod of a well-known porno actor. But her part wouldn't compare to Connie's own job in that color sexorama. Stacy had watched, scarcely believing her eyes, as her mother engaged simultaneously with three men – one cock in her mouth, another in her cunt, the third reaming into her asshole. It had been done before in porno films, but rarely with the enthusiasm Connie's character displayed. If that hot foursome didn't give a hard-on to every man who saw it, well, nothing would.
Stacy took an immediate liking to Ellen Pascoe. She knew from her mother that the young actress was lesbian by inclination, and so she took extra care to use her mouth suggestively during their scene together. Ellen responded well. Stacy had felt the twitter of a mini-cum rippling through Ellen's vagina as she licked and sucked it, and when Ellen invited her to come by that evening for some drinks and conversation, Stacy said yes.
Ellen lived in a rundown building on the Lower East Side, just outside the East Village area. She'd decorated her apartment in early thrift shop, but it was homey and comfortable. On one wall was a large, blown-up color photograph of two women kissing passionately. The colon were muted and romantic, the bodies bare and beautiful, and Stacy found it marvelously appealing. Mast of her best times had been with girls, she thought as Ellen poured two Ripples on the rocks. She didn't dislike men – they could be fun at limes – she simply preferred women. Soft bodies, firm breasts, neat clean pussies – those were what made life worth the living.
"I was really terrible, wasn't I?" she asked Ellen as she took the glass of Ripple. Their fingers touched for a moment and Stacy felt a ripple of sorts in her body as well as in her glass.
"No," Ellen lied enthusiastically. "I thought you were pretty good. Especially when you wiggled your tongue…"
"I meant," Stacy cut in, "that I was terrible as an actress."
"In this racket," Ellen replied, "it's not how well you can act – it's how you do the act. I'm not making any competition for Ellen Burstyn, but I have more work than I can handle. So to speak." She giggled. "Tell me about yourself. You're new and interesting. This was your first gig, wasn't it? Where do you come from, and what got you into the world of X?"
"I'm from New York," Stacy shrugged, "and it just seemed like a kicky thing to try. Connie Talbot and I are kind of tight, you know, and she got me the job."
"Wow," Ellen gushed, "she is really something, isn't she? God, it's not every day you run into somebody that can fuck and act at the same time! Did you ever make it with her?"
Stacy smiled benignly, then nodded.
"Far out! I tried to make, her once, but she turned me down, so I figured maybe she wasn't into that scene."
"She hasn't been into it for very long," Stacy conceded. "But she's getting better all the time."
"Think you could fix me up, huh?" Ellen asked. "I'd trade my right tit for a tumble with that foxy lady."
Stacy laughed. "Is that the only reason you invited me over? To fix you up with someone else?"
"You gotta look out for tomorrow," Ellen protested. "And I like to think of you as tonight." She put down her glass and went to Stacy, who was sitting in a saggy armchair. Kneeling on the floor between Stacy's legs, Ellen leaned in for a kiss. Stacy took it happily, opening her mouth to let Ellen's tongue enter, and she put her arms around the other girl's neck just as Ellen pulled up Stacy's sweatshirt and grasped the ripe tits beneath.
There was a popping sound as their mouths separated. Ellen's head descended to the tits she'd just bared, and she wetted Stacy's nipples with her spit before she drew them into her mouth for some heavy suckling. Stacy could feel her paps erecting against Ellen's flicking tongue and she seemed to be moist and tingly all over. Women sucked tit so much better than men did, no matter how well-intentioned the guy was.
She got her sweatshirt off while Ellen nursed at her ample bosom, and then Ellen asked her to take off her ass-hugging jeans as well. That was fine by Stacy, who stood up, unhooked herself, and slid the pants down her hips so slowly Ellen moaned in frustrated anticipation. It was worth the wait. Stacy wore nothing at all under her clothes – nothing except her skin and fluffy patch of hair in a provocative place. Ellen had seen it this afternoon at the porno shooting, but the script hadn't called for her to do anything about it. She'd been busy sucking a guy while Stacy ate her out and even when his jism spurted onto her face Ellen had been dreaming of the moment that was right now at hand.
Ellen was still on her knees. She touched the jeans at Stacy's feet, helped Stacy remove them from her ankles, then let her hands glide up the girl's smooth, silky thighs. Two fingers delicately brushed the clump of hair, and Ellen looked up with a contented smile. "I can hear it crackle," she said in a happy, airy voice. "Do you think it means we have an electric attraction?"
"Why don't you see if you can make me light up?" Stacy suggested wickedly.
Ellen laughed. She put both hands on Stacy's bush and pulled the gates wide with as gentle a touch as her excitement would allow. She saw the pussy open up before her eyes, moisture already dewing on the slick coral vulva. Stacy's hole winked at Ellen, a tunnel inviting the exploration of tongue or fingers. She wanted to tell Stacy that she looked good enough to eat, but did she have to do it verbally? Ellen's face moved in close and her tongue skated across the snatch she had excavated.
Stacy grabbed Ellen by the ears, seeking to pull her inside. Ellen's stubby nose burrowed among the folds of vaginal tissue while her tongue alternated between the clitty and the snug, wet opening. If her chin and cheeks were being tickled by Stacy's thick beaver fuzz it was a sensation that seemed to delight her, for she gave her head little twists and jiggles that caused stimulation to flit back and forth across Stacy's cunt.
Stacy felt a momentary weakness at her knees, and for a moment she had a flash of fear that she might fall. Ellen must have felt that trembling, for she grabbed Stacy by the buttocks and steadied the girl's body with her own. Stacy clutched Ellen's head for reassurance and let herself be supported by her strong young friend. "Why don't we lie down?" she suggested.
Ellen's apartment had but one room, together with a tiny bath, and her bed was a thick mattress spread right on the floor. As Stacy planted herself upon it she sighed. It was soft as a featherbed and her body seemed to sink through layers of down.
Beside her stood Ellen, undressing herself. The actress removed her blouse and slacks, then knelt by the bed in her underthings. Turning around, she asked Stacy to unhook her bra – a task Stacy was only too glad to perform. The brassiere fell away and Ellen, still kneeling, wiggled out of her panties. She rose to her feet without turning yet, shaking her head to make her tong hair fall down her back. When she turned, her eyes were intensely fixed on Stacy's face.
"DO you like me?" she asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"My God," said Stacy. "Of course I do!"
"Honest?"
"Of course," she told Ellen impatiently. "Come here. I want you now."
Ellen eased onto the mattress, rolling into Stacy's arms. Their legs interlaced so that each girl had a thigh pressing the other's pussy. Ellen's slice grew damp as Stacy rubbed it with her leg, and she knew that her own slit was already as wet as though she'd just pissed herself.
Between kisses she asked Ellen, "Why did you want to know if I thought you were pretty? Lord! You've been in a hundred movies."
"I wanted to know what you thought of me," Ellen replied softly. "Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and all I see is ugly, and other times…"
"This is one of those other times," Stacy said, planting a hickey on Ellen's neck. At the same time she worked a finger into her friend's slit, pushing it as deeply as she could. The cunt within that sliced bun was already slick and it grew positively sloppy as Stacy's wrist gave a twist that made the inserted finger turn counter-clockwise, ninety degrees. Ellen squealed and squirmed, her snatch releasing a bubbling wetness that drenched Stacy's entire hand.
A byproduct of Ellen's agitated twitching was the frantic rub of her smooth thigh on Stacy's puss. A breath caught in Stacy's throat and she said, "Oh!" In another moment Ellen had gotten her finger into Stacy and each girl was diddling the other as the mattress bounced beneath them. Ellen jerked and moaned as Stacy pronged her deeply, her tongue fluttering excitedly, in the gap of her parted lips, but Stacy's own cries were so loud in her ears that she could scarcely hear Ellen. She clutched at Ellen's thumb with her cunt but it slipped from her all the same, and now, instead of being finger-pronged, she was being frigged. Ellen's hand slid up and down the ravine of Stacy's sex, the friction kindling a heat that threatened to burst into roaring flame.
Stacy twisted herself suddenly, her finger popping from Ellen's cunt. The warm hairy swamp was empty only for an instant, Stacy's head dancing in to pick up where her finger had left off. She opened Ellen with her fingers and she began to drink the honey seeping from that lovely pink pussy. The clit seemed to jump into her mouth, and she dragged at it with her lips, sucking, biting, smacking greedily. Ellen screamed and lunged up with her cunt, treating Stacy to an even bigger mouthful than she'd intended to receive at the moment. Wet hair tickled Stacy's lips, dripping cream wafted into her nostrils, and her tongue glided through slick greasy caverns of delight. She felt the tidal wave of Ellen's cum, and she thrust her tongue into the sucking pussy to taste all the joy she'd brought her friend.
At almost the same moment she willed her own body to let itself go Ellen's fingers were jerking mechanically on the outer lips of her slice, and Stacy closed her thighs on that hand. Trapped in Stacy's cunt, the other girl's hand shoved back, hot and hard, and Stacy felt herself pass the point of no return. She wriggled her hips and thighs, juice drenching Ellen's clutching, caressing fist. The mattress shook and rattled for almost five minutes, neither girl willing to let go her hold on the other. It was a cum to remember.