Chapter 7

Charlene recognized the flashy yellow car parked in front of the house. It meant Nicky and Lola were visiting. Going to be a swinging house tonight, she thought.

Quietly she let herself in the front door and was successful in sneaking halfway up the stairs before she heard Sonja's voice from the living room.

"Charlene? That you?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Come in, honey, and say hello to Nicky and Lola. You're just in time to watch Weak Minds, Strong Hearts with us."

Oh, my God, Charlene thought, I'd rather keep my date with ol' Hershey and go through another spanking than have to sit through that movie again.

She came back down the stairs, knowing she was trapped. She had to at least say hello to the guests. From the living room archway, she could see that Nicky and Lola were bombed out of their skulls. And who could blame them? This was at least their fiftieth viewing of Sonja in her "starring" role, and they were in the only condition possible to suffer it through again. Of course, they didn't need much of an excuse to lap up the juice for that matter, Sonja and Jon weren't too far behind. However, one could make book that Sonja would be sure they stayed sober enough to run the projector. Charlene couldn't understand how her mother could bear seeing that stinker over and over again without boring even herself to tears, much less her friends.

How sad, really, she thought, to have to keep drawing upon that old film her hour of glory for reassurance.

"Hi, Nicky... Lola." Charlene used her "bright" smile.

Lola looked up and squinted at Charlene. Her frowzy bleached hair was strewn against the cushioned green velvet divan. "Charly, baby! My goodness, you've grown. Come, let me see you." Nicky whistled. "Yeh, she's sure grown," he said. Sonja beamed.

Jon wore a giveaway grin. His look of pride virtually announced that he had been very close to this "grown-up" girl.

Nicky, animal sensitivity fully operational, saw and read that look accurately. He rose and put his arm around Charlene. "How about a kiss hello for Uncle Nicky?"

"All right, Uncle Nicky," Charlene answered, throwing her arms around him. She gave him a kiss that very nearly sobered him up.

When he got his breath back, he exclaimed, "Why, young lady, you really have grown up, haven't you?"

Charlene gazed at him, basking in his admiration. What a shame Nicky isn't a big buyer, she thought in her now fully alert mind. He was cute typically Italian gangster style with dark bedroom eyes and black curly hair. Inadvertently her eyes dropped to his crotch, and from what she saw she surmised he had a nice big hard cock when he was sober. In fact, from the appearance of his trousers, it might even be usable right now, alcohol notwithstanding.

Nicky didn't miss the little trip her eyes had taken, and when they returned to meet his gaze he made her know what he knew.

But, she thought, what a pity that all the appealing men were ne're-do-wells half-baked actors or tennis bums.

"Come on, baby. Join us," Sonja said, taking Charlene by the hand and trying to sit her down. "We're going to watch the movie before dinner. Start it, Jon."

The film flashed onto the blank wall and there was Sonja, bigger than life, in her ten-year-old hairdo and ten-year-old wardrobe but not looking a day younger than at this moment.

"After dinner we intend to create our own entertainment," Sonja said with a twinkle in her eyes. "You really ought to stick around, dear."

"I'd love to, Mom," Charlene said, "but I have to rush. It's Hershey's last night in town for two whole months, and I promised to spend all my available time with him."

Sonja was nonplussed she was well aware of the importance of the "Hershey-bar" relationship. She went right on to another subject. "Oh, that reminds me, you received a package today chauffeur-delivered, no less. I put it on your bed."

"Oh! Who's it from?" Charlene rushed. She loved surprises, especially mysterious surprises. "I don't know. But the driver said he picked it up at the Ambassador Hotel."

"Oooh! See you all later." With that, she flew up the stairs.

"Oh, Charlene," Sonja called up the stairs with her afterthought, "Tom phoned you today."

But Charlene didn't hear. Oh, well, Sonja thought, I'll tell her tomorrow. I don't know why she hasn't seen him lately. He's a good-looking boy. No, I take that back he's a beautiful young man. If he so much as leaned toward me, I'd trip him to the ground and jump on top.

Then she forgot everything and turned her full attention to her blown-up likeness on the wall. Jon operated the projector while staring dazedly at the movie. Nicky and Lola were snoring on the couch.

Charlene bounced into her room. There it was on the bed; a large, brown paper-covered package. The mysteries of the Orient couldn't have been more tantalizing to Charlene at that moment. She tore off the wrappings in a flash. There was an envelope, but she couldn't refrain from pulling the article out of the box before opening the note. It was a long white eyelet dress with a low-cut organdy ruffle at the top and a shocking pink sash which fit tight up under the bust.

How adorable, Charlene thought as she ripped open the envelope.

She read: A spanking new dress for you to wear tonight, my baby.

Love, Hershey Charlene smiled. It really wasn't too bad, his spankings. Certainly nothing like the one her own father had applied. Hershey didn't cause any bruises or welts, or even a redness that would show up later. It was really more of a game with him and, the way things were going, a profitable game for her.

She held the dress up to the mirror. Isn't it nice that the "little girl look" is in, she thought.

"Hi, Charly, baby," she said to her reflection. "How's the girl?" Girl? she thought she heard the reflection speak back. In that dress, you may look fourteen, but you're a big girl now. Are you ever!

You know what you're doing and where you're going.

Or do you? a small voice deep inside of her asked.

Then she ran into the shower, if for no other reason than to drown out her own voice.

"What a pretty baby," Hershey said, as he opened the door to his suite. Charlene was standing before him, clad in her new dress. He was still in his silk robe. Charlene gave him a kiss on the mouth.

"Thank you, Hershey. I love it," she said. He took her by the hand and sat her on the couch.

"I thought you might like something different. I know you can get long dresses at work, but they're too tailored."

"That's right. And with my big car payments I can't really spend the money on good dresses." She didn't know the actual cost of the dress, but it would certainly be substantial. Of course, it probably cost Hershfield little or nothing, but that was beside the point.

"I just want to make my baby happy," Hershey smiled. It seemed he was a much more pleasant person now that he could get a hardon. What a difference sexual potency meant, Charlene thought.

He slid his hand up underneath the long skirt. "You've got panties on, you naughty girl," he said sternly, but he didn't really seem put off, the way he'd been that first night.

She looked at him coyly, knowing she had done the right thing. "Well, you just won't behave," he sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to spank you."

"Oh, no, please don't," she wailed, playing the game exactly as he wanted it. Her intuition, in this regard, was impeccable.

"I'm sorry, but you are just going to have to learn, Charlene." With that he pulled her over his knee, flung up the long flouncy skirt and pulled down her lacy white panties. She could already feel his penis beginning to harden beneath her groin.

"Are you ever going to wear panties when you're with me again?" he demanded as he began his slapping of her buttocks.

"No, no, I promise," Charlene responded, counterfeiting a sob, although she felt little. "Stop. Oh, please stop," she entreated. "I won't do it again."

"How can I believe you? You always say that." He continued spanking, perhaps a bit harder.

"Give me another chance. I'll be good. Please stop." It was now tedious for Charlene since he was actually striking harder as well as carrying it on for too long a time. Blood was rushing to her head. Maybe she wasn't convincing him. "I mean it, Hershey," she said sharply. "Now, stop."

"Oh, yeah?" he said, hitting harder. "Don't forget who's the boss, baby."

At this moment, Charlene wondered if it was all really worth it. The repetitive slaps were beginning to hurt. She started crying for real and begging him to stop.

Abruptly the ritual ended and Hershey-bar stretched her out on the couch, leaving her dress pushed up to her waist. He stood to untie the belt of his robe. As he readied to enter her, she interrupted, "No! Let me take the dress off. It'll get ruined."

"No, Goddamnit. I wanta fuck you with it on." With that he plunged into her and pumped away. Despite herself she eagerly met his newly found manhood with her dewy little bush realizing now that she dearly loved to be fucked regardless of the desirability of the man, and then just as she was about to work up to an orgasm he began to shake. It was all over.

"Oh, baby, you are the greatest," he said proudly, as if he might just have accomplished something mutually grand. He kissed her full on the mouth, his weight falling in a dead heap upon her.

"Let me go to the bathroom, Hershey," Charlene asked, pushing him off her body.

"Okay, baby."

She picked up her overnight bag and fled to the bathroom.

Goddamnit, she thought. Look at me! The dress is crushed and soiled, I need another douche and bath, and it'll take me twenty minutes to repair my make-up. I ask you, Charlene, is it really worth it? You didn't even come, you dumb broad!

She spent forty minutes going through her customary rituals, then came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

Hershey was sitting at his desk in the bedroom, going over some work. "My God, I thought you'd drowned in there," he said.

"Takes a little time to get ready again," she snapped. She threw the dress on the bed. "I can't wear this it looks like a bulldozer's been practicing turns on it."

He inspected the dress. Sure enough it was not only wrinkled; pools of his cum were soaking into it.

"Oh, well," he replied, "it'll come out at the cleaners. Don't you have something in that bag you can wear tonight?"

"Sure," she said, pulling out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Since the next day was Saturday she needed little else to drive home.

"You've got a funny look on your face, baby. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, I suppose," she invented. New dress ruined, absolutely starving, nothing to wear to dinner, sexually frustrated to the point that hell wouldn't have it. "I suppose" should have been an adequate answer, but she knew it wasn't.

In desperation she approached him, letting her towel drop, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm all kissy clean, Hershey," she said sweetly. "Baby feels cranky. Don't you want to kiss baby?"

"Sure I do," he said, planting a kiss on her lips.

"That isn't exactly what I meant, Hershey," she said, pulling away. "I meant down here." She patted her downy pubis.

Hershey's eyes opened wide. "I've never done that!" he replied, seemingly horrified. "Well, you don't know what you're missing. I thought everybody ate pussy these days."

"Not me," he said adamantly.

"Come lie down on the bed with me, Hershey. It's time you learned how."

"Look," he said, balking as she tugged him toward the bed, "I've gotten through fifty years without it. I can go a few more."

She had him on the bed now, removing his robe. "You're not going to go another thirty seconds without trying it, if you want to keep your baby," she said seductively. "I'm hotter than the sun at a five-mile range. I have to come." She took his hand and placed it between her wet thighs.

"Your cunt's dripping. You sure you douched?"

"Positive. That's me plus a little of you, maybe. I told you I'm hot. Come on, give her a little kiss." Reluctantly he put his head down between her satin thighs and pecked at her lower lips. Charlene couldn't restrain a giggle. "Hershey, baby, come here." She grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him softly on the mouth, letting her tongue caress his tongue. "Like that," she said.

He went back to his position and tried again. This time she could feel his tongue flick her clitoris, then his mouth cover it as he sucked. Abruptly, he stopped. "Hey! You taste good," he said, obviously surprised.

"I told you. If you tried it, you'd like it," she said softly. "A little more, please."

He went back between her thighs and continued to lick and suck. In a few minutes he was rewarded by her trembling and quaking and cries of sweet release as she tumbled over and over into a repetitive orgasm. Afterwards he said, holding her in his arms, "Baby, you were beautiful."

She felt something hard pressing against her thigh and looked down. The old bastard had another hardon!

He was a king as he pushed his engorged penis into her again. This young lady had put new life, new breath, new rigidity into him. Now he would do anything to keep her happy anything to keep her his personal little girl.

And, quite naturally, he was able to perform longer this time. Charlene thus had the benefit of another orgasm. And, for an instant, she found herself actually warming to the experience.

Afterward they lay there, both well spent. Then, rising on an elbow and turning to Charlene with a new kind of attentiveness, Hershey said, "You know, I don't think I can wait two months to be with you again. And, well, I was thinking, since you'll be free for a while after your next market week, maybe we could work something out."

"Like what?"

"Well, if I send you the plane fare would you come to Utah for a few days? I'll put you up at the Hilton."

"Gee, Hershey, that sounds great, but I'll be off salary so I'll have to be hustling for work. I'm going on that hair commercial interview Monday and I sure don't know what's going to happen from there."

"Listen, with your looks you should be playing movie parts big parts. I can introduce you to the right people if you know what I mean."

"Oh, my mother knows people too, but that doesn't get you the job."

"I guarantee she doesn't know anybody as big as David Rotheimer. This guy would use ten-thousand-dollar bills for Kleenex if they were a little softer."

"David Rotheimer!

Do you really know him?"

"Like a brother. Being a public figure, he's got to be careful of bad publicity, so he needs someone like me to fix him up quietly when he's out traveling around. And take it from me, baby, he loves young ladies like you."

"And you think he might give me a part?"

"Can you act?"

"The only thing I've ever done was the lead in the school play but everybody said I was terrific."

"You probably were. I got a feeling you're a natural. And besides, David prefers to get them raw so he can train them his own way. Says kids learn too much phony stuff in those acting schools. Sometimes it's impossible to unlearn them.

"As for your mother now, understand, Charlene, I don't want to hurt your feelings the reason your mother never got anywhere in films was simply because she couldn't act. So you see, anyone you met through her would be automatically prejudiced against you. You're really far better off meeting people on your own before they know you're her daughter. Then there won't be any preconceived ideas about your ability."

Charlene knew that what Hershey said was true. Her mother photographed like a living color dream and she was great in the hay, so if she'd had any talent she would have made it further than that awful B picture she was forcing on everyone at the house earlier.

"When can you arrange an interview?" Charlene asked.

Hershey immediately picked up the telephone and mumbled some numbers to the hotel operator. "You know his home phone number?"

"Of course," he told her, winking. Then, "Is Mr. Rotheimer in?" he said into the mouthpiece. "Tell him it's ol' Hershey."

A minute later, "Yeah, hi, Dave... No, I'm leaving tomorrow. You know these buying trips, not a minute to myself. I'll try to see you next time I'm in Los Angeles. Just a minute... "Get me a pencil and pad from that desk, baby... " Charlene jumped in compliance.

"Okay, Dave, I got that. And listen, kiddo, speaking about prime merchandise, I got the snuggliest armful of natural beauty you ever saw right here, right now. She's a model in town, only sixteen, up for a hair commercial next week. Nobody's seen her yet. Thought I'd give you first shot at it might turn into a real discovery... No, no acting schools, either... Charlene Kane... I'll tell her... Love to Becky, too." He placed the phone back in the cradle, took a deep breath to compensate for his depletion, and then looked at Charlene.

She now appeared as a young kitten hoping to be accepted into a new home.

"You're to phone his secretary, Monday, for an appointment." He tore a fresh piece of paper from the pad and scribbled some figures. "Here's the office number, baby," he said, handing it to her. "Ya hungry?"

"Starved," she answered, beaming.

"Well, I don't want to order dinner sent up because I want to show off my little doll." He grabbed her and suckled a breast for a light-hearted instant.

"But what am I going to wear, Hershey?" Her apprehension was quite understandable her gown by now had the appearance of a camel-driver's mufti, all the worse since Hershey's now-dried semen had cemented the wrinkles into place.

"You get yourself back into shape while I go downstairs. I saw something in one of the shop windows that'd look great on you."

After he'd gone and Charlene was busying herself, she discovered that she was bursting with happiness. What an odd outcome for a night which had begun so poorly. I've got the world by the tail. I'm finally getting a break.

She looked in the mirror. I've got the face as she ran her hands over her curves I've got the body she patted her pubis and I know how to use this little fortune between my legs. And the funny part of it is, I'm only doing what I like best. I get bonuses and presents and maybe I'll even be a big movie star and all in return for just doing what comes naturally.

If I've got ol' Hershey eating out of my hands... 7 can get others to do the same thing. Now I know what they mean by "pussy-whipped."

Why, he's even buying me a dress retail!