Chapter 8

Smoke was surprised at Ina's boldness in public. Everyone knew she had a lover and here she was sitting close to him while the whole place watched. Smoke really couldn't have cared less. He was flattered at such a big star showing him affection in front of so many enviable people. They would give their left ball to be where he was right now. His ego leaped twelve notches on the pride scale when she squeezed his leg gently.

"What are you hungry for?" Ina asked, trying to focus her eyes to the menu in the darkness.

"You," he said, simply.

"Aha! The truth comes out. You do want to have a thing with me. I thought so," she said, a sly grin crossing her mouth.

"You're a groovy chick. I'd be insane to say that I didn't Why, any man in this room would love to ball you. You know that."

"Really? You think so."

"Are you kidding! Why, they would gladly pay, just to be sitting where I am right now. Watch them. Look at the guys look this way. You're a beautiful woman, Ina. I'd love to make love to you."

Ina looked around the room as she sipped her Bloody Mary. "I guess you're partly right. I do have a pretty big name and people like to be connected with fame. But, every man in this room?"

"Well, there are a couple of dancers over there that wouldn't bother, but that's cool. They have their own things going."

"What sounds good ... besides me," she said, reading the menu.

"Oh, I don't care. A sandwich will do. Dinner isn't too far away."

"You know, you're right. Jesus! I can feel that joint we smoked. That was good grass."

"I'll have a hamburger, please. No onions," Smoke spoke to the waitress, who wrote his order down quickly.

"Just a dinner salad, please," Ina said, handing the menu back to her. "And one more drink, please."

"Yeah, me too, make it another Bloody Mary," Smoke said, handing her his empty glass. He drank fast. He preferred pot, but booze had its merits.

"Wow! Look at the crazy chick with Sid," Smoke said, finishing his hamburger. "She must be the new script girl I heard about. Some musician told me to check out the new chick with Sid. I can see why. She's a gas!"

Ina looked at the pretty girl and continued eating her salad. "She's alright. Would every man in the room like to ball her too?" she asked, a little offended at his comments about another woman.

"They would, after they balled you!" he laughed at his own statement.

"Do you think she's prettier than me?"

"She's different than you. You're you and she is she, and never the twain shall meet!" Smoke ended his little speech with enthusiasm.

"You're a nut. A groovy nut, though. It's fun being with you." She looked at Smoke closely as she leaned on her hands. "Do you want to hang out with me all day and stay for the taping tonight?"

Smoke felt ten feet tall. She liked him, she really did!

"I'll check with Big Momma, see what she has planned. I probably will though. We aren't getting along at all. I go my way and she goes hers."

"Well, stay then. We can go to my place later and have a party ... okay?" Ina asked, coyly.

"Fuck it! Damn right I can go with you. I'll call her and tell her I got another gig. . .she'll never know the difference."

"Groovy! Let's go back to my dressing room," Ina fumbled in her purse for her money clip. "Here's twenty dollars. Pay the bill for me. Tell the waitress we want our food to go. This place bores me."

"Alright," he said, taking the crisp twenty. Smoke signaled for the waitress and handed her the money. She returned with the change and an exotic colored paper bag.

They left the smoke-filled restaurant with most of the people there watching them. Smoke carried the food in a sack.

"Here you go," Smoke offered, returning her change.

"Here, open the door for me, will you?" Ina asked, handing Smoke the key, back in front of her dressing room.

Smoke inserted the key and pushed the door open. "Now what? You have a lot of time to kill before taping tonight."

"I have to practice my lip-sink. Take a nap or something. This is something I have to do," Ina said, putting the tape on the recorder. "They brought me a voice-over already. I guess the guard let the engineer in."

"Yeah, they do that," Smoke offered, lying down on the divan. He opened the sack and began to have lunch. Ina ignored her food.

"How many chicks have you balled in this room? You seem to know what everybody does," Ina asked, crossing to the divan.

"'bout forty," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the sofa.

"You son of a bitch!" Ina shouted, taking off her shoe and throwing it at Smoke.

Smoke opened his eyes when the object struck him. He laughed and put the shoe behind him in a playful gesture.

"Come and get it ... I dare you!" he said, looking at Ina with a smile.

Ina pretended to be angry. She walked toward him with a slow, determined walk, then ran to his side, laughing and tickling him as she fell to her knees. She reached around his waist and tried to retrieve her shoe.

"Give it to me!" she screamed, digging her hands into his ribs.

Smoke laughed and rolled over with his back to her. He held onto the shoe as he enjoyed the physical contact with Ina Freeman.

"Stop! I'm ticklish!" Smoke yelled, holding onto the shoe and pulling his elbows into his sides.

"Give it here, then," Ina said, pushing her fingers into his ribs.

Smoke turned and looked at Ina. He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him. With open lips, he kissed her full, thick lips, moving his tongue around sensuously with hers.

Ina seemed to melt. Her whole body went limp when Smoke stuck his tongue into her mouth. She was enjoying his aggressiveness. Her open lips accepted his tongue, sucking on the pink gland as it searched meaningfully in her mouth.

Smoke pulled her up on top of him and put his arms around her waist. He pushed her buttocks down on his hardening cock and hunched forward to meet her gorgeous pelvic region.

"Oh, Smoke, please! You drive me crazy! Let's wait until tonight and I'm through taping. Please!! ! " Ina begged, kissing Smokes mustache and cheeks. "Let's wait, darling. I can't stand this!"

"Alright. Fuck it! We'll wait 'till we get to your pad, I don't give a shit. It would be nice though, to make it now. I'm so fucking horny I could fuck my hand," Smoke said, rolling over, releasing Ina to lay beside him.

"Me too ... but let's wait. It will be so nice to have you in bed with me. I can imagine what it will be like," she said, kissing his cheek. Her hand found his and she held it tightly, imagining what would happen with Smoke when they finally did connect.

Smoke turned and slid to the floor in front of Ina. He put his hands on her hips and lay his head in her lap as he blew hot breath into her crotch. "I would like to get a little taste this afternoon."

Ina leaned back and sighed with passion. His mouth felt good to her, blowing the hot wind into her panties. She couldn't resist when Smoke reached up and undid her pants and pulled the zipper down. She could feel his warm hands on her body as he gently pulled down her pants, then her panties. Smoke's tongue ran swiftly around her slim stomach and belly button. Excitement swelled in her as his hot breath and warm hands moved over her lower body.

Smoke parted her long, slim legs and began licking the inside of the silky flesh. It was soft and smooth to his sensitive mouth as he licked and kissed the rubber skin that led to her vagina.

"Oh, Smoke!" Ina moaned as she felt his tongue go inside her. She twisted and moved about as he licked the lips of her wanting depth.

The lips of her cunt parted as he pushed his tongue farther inside her body. She tasted good to Smoke, who licked and kissed her love nest. He found the hardened clitoris and sucked on the tiny muscle, licking it gently, then sucking some more. He could feel her hips hunch forward into his face, pressing the warm quim around his mouth and chin.

The suddenness of the situation excited Ina. She loved spontaneous events in her life ... especially this kind. His hard tongue rubbed the top of her vagina, making her almost go out of her mind.

"Smoke! My God! Do it to me! Eat me, Smoke! Eat my box!" Ina yelled, riding his face. Her wet cunt slid around his mouth exciting her to almost distraction! Boy! Did this drummer know how to eat pussy! Ina thought happily, moving back and forth on his knowledgeable tongue and mouth. It felt like he was sucking her clit and kissing the lips of her hot pussy at the same time!

Smoke was enjoying the softness and position his mouth was in. Her wet lips slid around his mouth, exciting him with each thrust of his tongue into her soft wet haven. His hands grasped her tits and he squeezed them through her brassiere. They were large and pushed out the sides of her halter into his hands.

"Oh, Smoke, this is it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over your face!" she yelled, writhing and hunching into Smoke's open mouth. "OH MY GOD, EAT ME SMOKE, EAT ME!! ! "

Smoke could feel her vagina convulse as the height of all pleasures passed through her body. He delighted in making her experience such a complete orgasm. The tight cunt sucked at his chin as she had another climax.

Ina felt like screaming. She bit the back of her hand as another orgasm enveloped her entire body, thrilling her every sense. She became weak and lay limp on the divan. Smoke still licked at her open hole and it felt good. She finally pushed his head away ... she could stand no more.

Smoke licked the soft part of her upper legs and kissed the area around her stomach. It was so smooth! Her skin was like velvet to his sensitive lips as he ran them over her lower body.

"Oh, Smoke! That's the greatest anybody ever ate me. My God! You drove me outa my mind!" she said, rolling her head over to look at him.

Smoke got off his knees and sat down beside her. "You're a groovy chick and I like giving you head. I could have stayed down there all day. I dig on eating you," he said, lighting a cigarette. The smoke tasted good mixed with the tinge of juice from her body. He had a hard-on that was beginning to hurt. He looked down at his bulge and smiled. "You'll have to wait until tonight I guess." Smoke looked at Ina. "Unless you want to give me some head."

Ina looked at him with compassion. "You may not believe this, but I never went down on a man before. I don't even know how."

"Why not? Are you a religious fanatic or somethin'? " Smoke asked, half teasing.

"I just never wanted to is all," she sounded matter-of-fact.

"Do you want to now?" he asked, unzipping his trousers. His meat loaf sprang out of his trousers and stood tall. The knob was wet from his excitement. "I'll sure teach you if you want to learn!"

Ina looked at the shining prick. It was nearly eight inches long and thick. She was apprehensive about doing this sort of thing. It was tempting, though, and she stared at it, then hesitated.

"It won't bite you, you know," Smoke said, spreading his legs. His long cock jetted from his trousers like a long pole. He looked down at himself and grabbed the lob with his hand. "Here, try it," he coaxed. He put his arm around Ina's shoulder and pulled her down gently.

Ina stared at the glandular extension and swallowed hard. "It won't hurt to give it a try. Anyway, it's a pretty cock and I may as well learn now. What do I do?" she asked, changing her position and laying in Smoke's lap. The head of the penis was near her mouth, as she looked at the hard muscle. She leaned down and kissed the crown, then began licking around the end of the knob.

"You're doing great! Now put it in your mouth and suck on it 'till I come. Just don't bite ... suck," he said, breathing harder. He watched her pretty, full lips open and go around his shaft. She sucked on the end of it, moving her head back and forth.

"That's it!" Smoke cried in ecstasy. "Fuck it, Ina, fuck it and suck it like your cunt!" he lay back enjoying the marvelous sensation of a mouth on his male organ.

Ina became more aggressive and put more in her mouth. She was enjoying the throbbing muscle inside her head. She could imagine how good this must feel to Smoke. Her warm, wet mouth sucking on his sensitive penis. It excited her to feel the thick cock in her mouth, knowing that she was thrilling her lover.

Smoke watched as a tingling sensation traveled all over his body. His cock felt so good he could scream! He looked at her open mouth, slurping as she sucked on his penis. Most of his member was in her head, going down her throat. He could feel her lips sliding near his pelvic bone. God! It was sensitive down there!

Ina became daring and tried to get the whole prick in her mouth, but gagged. She backed off the thick rod and began to lick the crown. Then returned the fat shaft to her mouth and sucked on the pulsating end.

When she put most of him inside her throat, Smoke could stand this no longer and succumbed to the bombasting force in his testicles that blasted itself through his throbbing cock into her mouth.

"OH, Jesus! I must have come a cup full!" he spoke in complete satisfaction.

Ina ran to the John and spit the come out into the sink.

"You sure did! I didn't think you would come in my mouth!" she sounded disappointed, as she returned to the divan.

"Most chicks swallow it," Smoke said, lighting a cigarette.

"That would take some getting used to, I suppose," Ina said, sitting on her knees next to the drummer. She stared at Smoke a moment. She liked him. No other man had ever been able to talk her into doing that ... except Smoke. He was exciting to her in a different way than her husband. Everything had to be planned out with her old man. With Smoke, it was 'let's eat each other right here in the dressing room' ... and she liked that. She wondered how long she would like this sort of man if she were around him for any length of time.

"What are you thinking about?" Smoke asked, turning to look at Ina.

"You. I was thinking how different you are than what I'm used to. You know, we just ate each other right here in my dressing room. I don't do things like that."

"You just did."

"I know. That's what I was thinking about."

"It was groovy and I'd like to do it again. . .but you have to practice your things for tonight." Smoke looked at his watch. "What time do you want to eat dinner? It's about three now and you tape at eight."

"At six o'clock. That will give me two hours to eat and get dressed and go to makeup ... Why?"

"I want to go pick up some sticks at the drum shop this afternoon and could do that now while you're rehearsing to the tape."

"Fine. But you will meet me for dinner at six?"

"Sure. I'll be here early so we can have a drink."

"So you can have a drink. I have to work, remember?"

"See you 'bout quarter to six," Smoke said, zipping his trousers and adjusting his clothes. He leaned over and gave Ina a peck on the cheek, then left the dressing room.

"Hey! Watcha say!" Smoke called out to a dancer who was passing by.

"Not much. What are you up to?" she asked, stopping to talk to Smoke. Her name was Nancy Anderson, a brunette about five feet five. She had one of the most incredibly beautiful asses that Smoke had ever seen. The rest of her was nice too, but that ass!

Smoke smiled and leaned up against the wall to Ina's dressing room. He couldn't get his eyes off her rear end.

Nancy knew this and stood sideways so he could look. She liked Smoke and had wanted to have a thing with him for two years, but never had the opportunity. She looked at the bulge in his trousers as she talked to him.

"What you lookin' at?" she asked, glancing up to his eyes.

"The same thing you are," he replied, looking up to see her eyes staring at his cock. "Want to get it on?"

Nancy smiled and shook her hair to one side. It was long, black and shiny. "Maybe. Where you goin'? "

"I was goin' to get some sticks, but if you don't have anything to do, we could uh..."

"I'm off 'till eight tonight. Come on up to my dressing room. Everybody else went home."

Smoke could feel a rise beginning in his crotch. He looked down at her gorgeous back side and sighed deeply. "Lead the way!"