Ricky Smith - Fame,fortune and lust

Terry's heart was beating faster. "You're right, Lindy," he added.

Another pause. Heavy breathing.

"Lindy… I sure, I mean I…"

"Yes, Terry?"

"I really liked tonight – I mean some of tonight. I really liked being with you." He was shaking, but he'd finally said it.

"I liked it, too," Lindy breathed into the telephone. "I like your body much more than Ron's."

"Oh, come on. Ron is…"

"I know, I know, Ron is much bigger. So what does a big cock mean? Anyhow, he's not that much bigger!"

Terry smiled and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. "Okay, if you say so."

"Terry?"

"Yes?"

"Will you fuck me again sometime?"

"I'd love to."

"Good luck with the record."

"Good luck in Vegas. 'Bye, Lindy."

Click.

Terry set the receiver down and spread his legs. He moved his hand up and down on his cock, staring at the head, thinking of what Lindy had just purred. And in a moment his hand was flooded with white and he flopped back on the bed, still holding his dripping dick, and clicked out the lamp. He crawled under the covers, with his crotch covered with sticky white fluid, and closed his eyes. He pretended his cock was stuffed up Lindy Travis' wet hot cunt, and he fell asleep in seconds, with a smile on his face.

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!"