Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"You sexy sonofabitch," I laughed.

"You got spirit, as well as ass and pussy possibilities," Rodney laughed, "and I intend to make you… or should I say build you into a dynamite box office property."

"Like you did for Terry?"

"Precisely," he said, leaning over to lick on my breasts.

"Oh, Rodney," I sighed, laying it on thick. "I dig it when you nibble. on my nipples."

Instantly, his mouth went to my nipples and he began sucking away.

"Rodney," I asked, "when do we see about my movie possibilities?"

Momentarily stopping his sucking, he smiled, "this afternoon, fucker… how about that?"

"Beautiful," I said, stroking his head, and secretly patting myself on the back for having come so far so fast. When he finally got bored with sucking tits, I managed to get him off, get in the shower and try to refresh myself for the career I hoped to be starting a few hours later.

"Lunch is served," house boy Tom announced an hour later. He winked at me, and I winked back but neither of us said a word. Fortunately, Rodney's back was turned when he came in as I saw no reason to inflame his jealousy. After all, it wasn't as if Tom meant more than a passing screw.

When we had finished a weight-watcher's lunch, Rodney smiled, "Well, we'd better get going. The studio is in the San Fernando Valley and it takes time to get there from here."

"That's one thing that is so hard for me to get used to," I told him, "your distance in California… It's all so different."

"I know," he grinned, "but we love our sunny Southern California."

"Smog, earthquakes, fires and floods," I laughed.

"You make it sound like plagues," he grimaced.

"I don't mean to, but they blow it all up so in the papers back in the midwest."

"Jealous," he grinned, "Our oranges, our sunshine and of course the sexy women who come here to make it in the movies provide a bachelor's paradise."

"Instead," I grinned. We got in the car and he backed out quickly, apparently raring to go. As we headed down the treelined streets, the hot sun filtered through in patchworks of light. On the San Diego Freeway we headed for: the valley. He zipped through the lanes of traffic, and soon swept off at a valley turn-off. We drove down a main boulevard until he came to a nondescript sidestreet and then I saw a strange sight.

"What's that?" I demanded.

"Parrot Pictures," he smiled proudly… "This is an old supermarket."

"Ahh, but it's converted into a movie-studio," he said, pointing about the building to indicate everything had been sealed off.

"But I thought it was a major… "

"Well, you see, baby," he explained. "they all have to begin somewhere to get to major status. You don't think Fox became Fox overnight, do you?"

"No… "

I was becoming disenchanted awfully quick. I hoped Rodney wasn't a phony. After all, I'd had so much sex with him that I had a sort of investment.

I got out of the car, disgusted but keeping it all to myself. I didn't want to work in grade Z, schlock. When I got inside the studio, I was amazed at the hum of activity. Then I recognized Cliff and Bill.

"Hi there, Debbie," Cliff smiled extending his hand. "Good to see you… guess this is the first time you've been to Parrot Pictures."

"Yes, yes it is," I said, trying desperately to conceal my disappointment at their small-time operation.

"Why don't you come over here and watch a sequence we're shooting right now," Bill suggested.

"Quiet everybody, we're shooting… let 'em roll." The camera began grinding, the actors began acting. I saw two chicks on a red velvet bed come at each other.

"Wow!" I sighed, "what's this a porno picture operation?"

"Sshh," Rodney quieted me.

"Honey, ever since I saw you at the burlesque," the girl straddling the other girl began, "I've wanted to have you."

"Oh, Tanya, love me, love me," the blonde lying on her back moaned. Tanya took her at her word and did a tongue job routine starting on her titties, graduating to her pussy. Here they called, "Cut."

"I'm splitting out of here," I snapped.

"Hold tight, spitfire," Rodney said, gripping my arm firmly. "Let me talk to you."

"Words aren't needed," I told him bluntly, "I've never seen such garbage. A bunch of Lezzes. Why that dyke doing her thing on her… It's the most disgusting spectacle I've ever had the misfortune to witness and I want out… out, out!" I cleared out of the sound stage fast. Cliff and Bill watched in amazement as Rodney followed fast through the door.

I didn't even care to speak to Rodney about it ever again. I wanted to go pack my things and leave town. Hell, I might be a whore-but that was a private matter. Putting my pussy on display didn't exactly suit me.

I started running down the street. I turned to see Rodney running quickly behind me. I darted down an alley, anything to get away from the ugly sight I'd seen. I hated him now. I saw him in his true light-a demented whore monger, turning nice young girls like me into little tramps.

Tears streaked my eyes as I ran. Would I always be haunted by my terrible past? If I went home, Daddy would want me sexually. If I stayed here, Rodney would be on my trail. Where could I go from here?

As I leaned against an alley building sobbing, I felt Rodney's arm around me.

"What's the matter, honey… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to upset you… turn around, turn around."

As I turned around, and looked at his sympathetic face, I was forced to realize that he was not all ice.

"Baby, if you want to forget acting in movies that's okay with me… just don't split."

"I-I hate those dirty flicks."

"Why?" he asked softly. "I'm not trying to be funny, but I just wonder why!"

"Because they're so filthy… "

"Do you like to fuck?"

"Yes."

"Then why get so upset just because somebody watches… baby, that's nothing to get so hot about."

"When you put it like that… maybe I'm all wrong."

"Most people don't use any logic when it comes to sex," he smiled, "they'll do it when the shades are down and nobody's looking, but I say if it is alright to do any act sexually, it is certainly not offensive to watch it being done. Am I crazy?"

"No… no, you re not crazy, Rodney… you are being perfectly honest. I'm the one who's being unreasonable. Look, I'll do a show, but I'm no Lez, I can't screw a woman."

"You don't have to," 'he said, "let's go back. You see, there is always the chance some big producer will see the scenes in which you appear and give you a chance to act in a cleanie."

"A cleanie?"

"You know, a movie rated for general audiences. Those are the flicks a lot of these hungry and talented young people want to get into."

"Wonderful… "

"You see I was thinking of your best interest," he said, wiping a tear away with his handkerchief.

As I walked with him over to the studio once again, the burden on my back lifted. I felt Rodney was concerned with my best interests and I felt foolish for making such a fuss over watching a couple of women make out. Hell, if that's how they got theirs, why not? To each his own. As we walked into the place, Cliff smiled, "What got you so hot?"

Bill frowned, "I know it is a jolt when you haven't seen one of these porno flicks being made before."

"What did you have in mind for me?" I laughed.

"Wife-swapping," Cliff grinned. "That's the title of our newest movie. It's all about those weekend parties they wrote about in the papers a couple months ago. They said the rich suburbanites were throwing wild wing-dings. They'd have orgy action, and then pair off or perhaps they'd have threesomes. Anyway, from the story I read in the paper I developed a script."

"Sounds like a winner," Rodney grinned.