Pauline Nottee - Action backstage

"I can't stay that long, if I am to get back to the city tonight," Rick said, pulling her away from her personal thoughts. "I can stop at a drive-in for a hamburger, Miss Candy."

"Nonsense!" she snapped, immediately regretting the curt tone of her voice, and trying to soften her next words as she smiled at the flustered teenage youth. "Rick, I've had a trying day. I don't want to be alone-to eat alone. I was thinking of going out to a restaurant, but just by myself would be worse than staying here in this big house. Now, I have to view this tape, and I would really like to know what you think of it, because you're a young man, close to the age of most of my fans, and I think your opinion would be very valuable to me-you know if you think something should be cut out. It's a late-night show and they make some sort of blue remarks and it'll be important to me to find out if any of the talk turns you off." Candy smiled again, winsomely as she added, "I can't judge myself… maybe I say some things that are all wrong for what the agency calls 'my image' and you could help me pick those things out."

"Miss Candy, I bet you never said a dirty word in your life!"

"Oh, I have," she assured him. "But I try to keep them under my breath, Rick." She brightened suddenly. "Now that I'm not alone, I might allow myself the drink I've been thinking about for hours. I don't suppose you drink."

"My family always has wine at meals," he said shyly. "And I like beer-when I could swipe one from my old man's six-pack."

"And I used to smoke Bill Durham back of the barn too," the vivacious actress said with a hearty laugh. "A beer you get."

With an unintentionally saucy roll of her smooth well-turned ass-cheeks, the same movement she used when on the set with a particularly sexy role, Candy strode to the kitchen and checked the refrigerator. Three six-packs of beer, long-untouched, were there thoroughly chilled. In a cabinet were bottles of bourbon, Scotch, vodka and gin, all covered with dust. She uncapped a bottle of imported beer and, after some deliberation, decided to make a bourbon and soda for herself. She could not remember when she had last had a drink at home. Weeks certainly, maybe months. She kept the liquor only because from time to time agency or studio people came on business and it was expected she would offer some refreshment. But now, thinking of the virile young teenager in the high-vaulted living room, and with her pussy still churning from the abortive sex she'd attempted with Lee Ashley, she needed something to calm her nerves.

Oh my God! NO! she suddenly said to herself realizing that she had been thinking in fantasy of young Rick Benton as a sex partner-and the kid was barely half her age!

Candy took a minute to compose herself. She put the beer and drink on a tray, along with a dish of mixed nuts, and carried them back to the living room. Rick had found himself a seat on a leather-upholstered sofa facing the darkened glass eye of the television. He stood as she entered the room, and his movement brought to mind the question of how long it had been since a male had risen at her entry-or that of any other woman. Somehow the display of old-fashioned courtesy touched her, and she smiled her appreciation.

"Are you starving?" the flustered brunette asked as she bent low to put the tray on the teakwood table. She realized only after she was in the position that the loose, low-cut bodice of her short dress had fallen away from the firm, creamy mounds of her soft white tits, and that the boy couldn't pull his eyes from the coral-tipped fullness, and that he could surely see the outthrust of her nipples. Blushing, she continued to speak, but without straightening up, because that would have told him she was embarrassed too… and anyway, the exigencies of show business, where complete changes of costume sometimes had to be made in less than a half a minute, had of necessity bared her body to male eyes in the most casual of ways. "I can start the potatoes and vegetables cooking, and while they're going, we can watch the tape. I have some beautiful steak, and that only takes a few minutes."

"Whatever you want, Miss Candy," he said, his light, handsome Norwegian face flushing as his pale blue eyes reluctantly lifted from her openly-displayed cleavage and managed to meet her own violet orbs without flinching. Knowing she had caught him looking, the shy teenager tried to find something to say, a way to divert both their attentions from the unnerving circumstance. He quickly poured beer into the chilled glass and tasted it, smacking his lips. "This is really good beer! American beer they make from chemicals-, you know. They make it without what you call calories, so the women won't get fat." He grinned. "So they drink it all day and they get fat anyhow. A Scandinavian would rather have a glass of wine."

"I think there is some wine… I'm not sure…" Candy said.

"Oh, no, Miss Candy." He flashed the fine white teeth, framed by a full, sensitive mouth. "I can have wine at home-and I would not know good wine anyway, but this is fine beer."

"It's from Denmark," she said, moving to sit with a comfortable distance between them. "And I want you to stop calling me Miss Candy-it's not necessary. Everybody calls me just Candy, including the janitor, and you are much more important to us all than the janitor. So, Rick, it's Candy from now on. OK?"

"If you wish," he said, "But I am only the errand boy, and happy to be that."

"Oh, don't give me the poor kid bit!" Candy retorted. "You're a young, handsome man and you're doing a very important job! Where would we be without someone like you to pack up all the equipment and see that they get where they're supposed to go, and then set everything. up, and take care of all the other things. I'll tell you-we'd never get anything done!" Impulsively she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and said, "If we didn't have you, Rick, we'd have to invent you!"

Glowing with pride, blushing and feeling wild male arousal at her impulsive kiss, Rick Benton realized that this beautiful brunette chick, the one millions of young people were flocking to, really thought of him as something more than just another starstruck kid. She was lovely, not only in her beauty, but as a person. She cared about him as a man who was doing a necessary important job, work deserving of respect.

It was beyond belief, to be in this magnificent house with this most beautiful of all creatures. He felt a blush rising in his face as he thought of how many nights he had laid awake in his musty room in East LA., summoning up visions of her long-legged high-titted beauty, had in his mind slowly stripped her naked and caressed Candy into wild passion until finally, with a groan of uncontrollable desire, she had dropped to her knees and buried her beautiful face in his young loins, eagerly, wantonly sucking his throbbing cock up between her beautiful lips and licking and nibbling it until his sperm had wildly cascaded into the hot cavern of her mouth and down the gulping white column of her graceful throat…

And then his punishing, grasping hand had clenched with unbearable tightness around the length of his young manhood and he had lewdly jetted his hot, thick semen on the sweat-stained sheets.

And now here he, Rick Benton school dropout, was actually in Candy Mullender's own home! He was drinking a beer she had brought him, and she was going to cook him dinner and they would watch a tape of her latest television appearance-he would be seeing it before any of the public, and she was going to ask for his opinion of her performance.

The sheer magnitude of it dazzled the young midwestern American. He hoped he could go on working with Miss Candy and the rest of the group for a long time. He had his own wild hopes and dreams, and he kept telling himself he had done the right thing in quitting school and making a job for himself.