Chapter 14
Michele Duval was not surprised when the beauteous Diane Gaylord paid another visit to the LeClub Gala. Michele even felt a stirrings of a personal interest in the actress. As a connoisseur of feminine beauty on two continents, she appreciated Diane's incomparable natural assets of face and figure. Always the business woman, she found herself wishing she had a houseful of girls built like Diane and was twenty-one again in the Place Pigalle. At today's prices for a piece of ass she'd be a millionairess in no time....
Her cool was a little shaken by Diane's blunt request for Goldie, to go back with her to Hollywood.
"You mean it?" Michele shook her head in amazement. "You want to take her away with you?"
"Uh-huh. That's it exactly."
"You like Goldie that much?"
"I like her, Michele, but there's more to it than that. In my business, I have to be comparatively discreet about my private life. Sometimes I feel as if I'm practically living in a goldfish bowl. Frankly I'm a pretty sexy female whose pussy needs plenty of attention and you know the kind I mean. So I'm happiest when I've got a personal maid around to attend me."
"Oh. You want to hire Goldie as a maid, hmmmm?"
"I sure do. Only she'll be a lot more than just a maid, of course. And I'll be good to her."
"Diane, did you speak to her about it?"
"Just a mention. When she told me she belonged to you, I didn't press it any further. I must say you've certainly trained her well."
Michele chuckled. "I'm glad to hear you say it. But I can't take all the credit. Goldie was born to serve. It's her basic nature-as you probably realize by now."
"True. That's why I want her so badly. She's a slave girl at heart and she actually enjoys being what she is. She didn't bow down to me because she was paid to but because she wanted to. And it made me feel like a queen. Not a phony movie queen either, but a real-life one."
"Yes, I know the feeling. But in this day and age, we can't own slaves, you know, much as I wish we could. So Goldie is very well paid here. Not that she needs money, but I do bank a goodly sum for her every month. She doesn't care, really, but when she's older and has lost some of her youthful charm and beauty, the money will come in handy."
"Oh, I think that's fine, Michele. I'd continue to do the same thing if she was mine. Rest assured of that. Goldie would be well provided for-now and in the future. I'd definitely arrange that if you gave her-or sold her-to me."
"You think I'd sell her?" Michele's brows shot up. "No, I couldn't do that. Give her, yes, if I decide it's right, but I wouldn't take money for her."
"Well, if you did charge me something I wouldn't be offended or surprised. After all, business is business. Goldie's presence in the house must bring in a good-sized bit of income. I wouldn't want to rob you of it."
A sudden thought struck Michele. Wasn't there a possibility of some real assistance here? A solution to her problem? The movie star was rich and famous and had many contacts among the wealthy class. Wasn't this a golden opportunity?
"Diane, can you keep a secret?"
"Try me."
Michele peered into the violet eyes and liked what she-aw. There was sincerity in them, and she felt instinctively that this person could be trusted. Anyway, she couldn't go on hiding this painful thing inside herself forever.
"Yes. I'm going to trust you. I'm going to tell you something that no one else on the island knows. Even if it doesn't seem clear to you at first, there's a reason for my telling you. An excellent reason, I might say."
Puzzlement settled upon Diane's lovely features. "Shoot. Don't keep me in suspense. What's the big secret?"
"Just this. I'm a sick woman. Sick enough so that I don't have long to live unless I retire from business. Oh, you needn't offer sympathy; I've lived well and I'm not griping. But I'm planning to buy a little farm some where on the mainland and just take it easy. That's my secret."
"I won't spill it. You do have my sympathy, Michele. But why are you telling me?"
"Because I need your help. I want to sell out. The house and all the business and it's not the kind of thing I can put an advertisement in the newspapers for. So I can only find a buyer through someone like yourself. Someone who understands."
"You-you want me to find you a buyer? Is that it?"
"If you can, Diane, yes, that's it. It really shouldn't be too difficult. The price will be fair. Even here on the island there are many likely prospects. Brenda Kenyon, for instance. Or Paula Jardine. Only I can't approach them myself. If there's any suspicion that I'm anxious to sell, the price will drop right down to nothing. Especially if somebody learns of my visits to the doctor and puts two and two together. Now do you understand?"
"Yes. Although it's pretty complicated. I'm not at all sure if I can handle it."
"Will you try?" Michele smiled. "There's something in it for you too, of course. Every salesman gets a commission. You know what yours will be, don't you?"
Diane's eyes lit up. "Goldie?"
"Goldie. If you fail, well, I still won't disappoint you. You're too nice a person for that, so I'm really not bargaining with you. I'm asking a favor, let's say. Fair enough?"
"More than fair. How could I refuse?"
"You'll do it then? Act as my intermediary? Talk to Brenda and Paula and perhaps-"
"Hold it. Brenda is out. Oh, I'll mention the idea to her, but I know she won't go for it. Paula, though, might be the right one. She and I get along fine. Sure, I'll do it. And it will make me feel much better about taking Goldie away from you. She's such a treasure-and this way I'll be winning her, won't I?"
"You can call it that, Diane. But there's one other thing I'll have to ease my mind about. I want to know how Goldie feels about you. It can wait, of course, but I'd like to ask her and get it over with soon. Even right now, if it's all right with you. Shall I call the girl in and see?"
"Okay." Diane giggled nervously. "Hey, you know something? All of a sudden I've got the jitters. Like a young man worrying about how to propose to his sweetie. But call her in and let's do it, huh?"
Michele nodded and went to the door. In the hallway she found one of the girls and told her to send Goldie in. A few minutes later, the delectable copper-skinned little creature appeared, garbed as usual in her cap, apron and high heels.
"You want me, Miss Michele?" Then the big velvety eyes fell on the guest in the room and Goldie gasped and seemed momentarily flustered. "Oh, it's you, Miss Diane. Good afternoon. I'm very glad to see you again."
"Are you, Goldie? Really?" Diane's expression was tense. "I hope so, my dear. I certainly hope so."
"Let's not get our girl confused," Michele said. "Goldie, there's a chance that you might go and live with Miss Diane in California. Would you like that?"
"I-I'm not sure. It's up to you, Miss Michele. I'll do what you say. If you want me to go-"
"Wait dear. I'll put it this way. Were you happy with Miss Diane the other night?"
"Oh, yes, very happy."
"Could you, uh, could you learn to love her?"
"Love her?" The big limpid eyes fell in embarrassment. Then, in a strained voice, "But-but I do love her."
Michele raised the girl's chin and peered at her. "I'll be darned," she said. "It's true. You hear that, Diane? You've made a conquest." She tapped the dark cheek. "Go. Go show Miss Diane how much you love her."
Like an arrow from a bowstring, Goldie raced across the floor. Uttering a tiny moan of desire, she sank down upon the carpet and embraced Diane's legs with both her arms.
"Michele?" Diane's voice was throaty with obviously rising passion. "Can we ... uh ... have ourselves a little frigging session?"
"Of course. I want you to. You can get undressed and use my bed if you like."
"Thanks. Later, perhaps. Right now I'll just sit here and let Goldie show me how much she loves me. You do love me, don't you, my darling? Goldie?"
"Oh, yes. I love you."
"Do you want to belong to me? Of your own choice, do you want to belong to me alone?"
The girl bent low and placed a kiss upon the toes of each of Diane's shoes. Then she lifted her head and looked up in adoration. "I love you, Miss Diane. I want to belong to you."
Diane raked up her skirt. "Show me."
The creamy thighs gleamed. Goldie's body curved; the tiny cap fell from her hair and tumbled to the floor. Her face vanished from view, the back of her dark hair presenting a striking contrast to the pale skin of Diane's limbs. The bowed arc of her spine rippled visibly.
Michele cleared her throat. "Diane?"
"Yes?"
"I'll leave you now. I'd better go and check up on things around the house. So take all the time you want and have fun. You'll make an effort for me, won't you? About that little business deal we talked about?"
"You know I will. Thank you, Michele. Goldie and I will get along just fine."
The darker gleam of Goldie's skin made a vivid foil against Diane's blonde whiteness as she lay languidly on the bed. Goldie's little red tongue darted and flicked against Diane's crimson, jutting nipples on the mounds of her tits more fully and let her hands massage her thighs and asscheeks. Tenderly, Goldie's hands crept to the intimacies of Diane's moist cuntlips. Her lips followed, and Diane's creamy, white skin glowed with desire as her hot twat wriggled lustfully.
She gasped with satisfaction as Goldie's lips moved to the most sensitive spot of all. Goldie's tongue was like liquid fire as her lips nibbled and tantalized her erecting clitoris.
"You're my slave," Diane screamed joyously, "but I love what you're doing! Oh, Goldie!"
Her buttocks and legs flailed with frenzied peak pleasure as she came while Goldie's tongue cave her the most thrilling cunt-lapping of her life.
"Beverly Hills was never like this!" Diane panted happily as she watched Goldie swallowing and licking her hot cunt-juice from her thrilling vagina.