Chapter 3
"Rory, Fat Fairy Godmother is absolutely delighted with the final prints. I think you've got steady work," Mike said in the reception room of Ken Kellogg's advertising agency several days later. She swung around in her chair, flashing her good legs, bare almost to the hips, and wanting him. Yet something had warned her to keep the handsome photographer at a distance, at least for the present. But it was nice having him look at her like a woman and know he wanted her despite his big-titted wife. She was sure she could never compete with the glamour of Toni, but if she used the female right to tease a little she was sure he'd let her blow him, and just having that was enough. She flipped through a file folder and said, "The shots they want blown up are all listed. They'd like them in the mail within a week."
"Beautiful," he said, his eyes on her slightly parted lips as he thought of how beautifully they sucked. Right now he wanted to cross the room, pull his cock out and plunge it deep between them into the hot wetness of her mouth. Toni had comeback, but things hadn't improved much. He had fucked her once, for all of two minutes. "When can I get together with Ken?"
"Oh, I'm glad you reminded me," she said. "Chris and Shawna Gael are back and he's having lunch with them at the Rainbow. He'd like you there at two o'clock so he can introduce you. He said to bring Toni."
"You going to be there?" Rory asked, trying to sound casual.
"I have to mind the store." The elfin secretary winked.
"Later?"
She scribbled a phone number and address on a note pad and passed it to him, saying, "Call me at home ... but I don't think you'll have time for a few days. You'll be too busy fighting off rape by Shawna or recovering from it."
"Oh, sooooo ... " Rory muttered. "I'll let you know."
Rory phoned first and then went to change clothes and pick up Toni. He realized he had an aching hard-on and wondered how a little bitsy thin girl like Mike could make him that way when he could hardly get it up for Toni. But then she wasn't skinny, not at all. Just tiny and self-conscious about it and willing to do anything just to be with a man. Hell, she'd given him the best blow-job he'd ever found anywhere, and come right out and told him he could fuck her in the ass ... and what a taut, pretty little ass it was! Rory still loved Toni, but her damn hang-ups about sex were driving him up the wall. If ever a woman was made for fucking, Toni was, but she held back so much. She needed a shock that would jiggle her magnificent ass and make her realize what a woman was for.
Now she was unbelievably beautiful. As they made their way to the parked station wagon, her long pale hair gleamed in the hot Vegas sun and her golden tanned legs scissored smoothly, with a quick jiggle and clenching of her asscheeks as her high, wide-set breasts bounced under her thin summer dress, free and unfettered. As he helped her into the car, he pinched her taut buttocks and said, "Beautiful!"
"Oh, Rory!" Toni gasped, blushing but liking the attention. Rory had seemed preoccupied since their disastrous night and the one time they'd had sex had been unsatisfactory for both of them, She wondered if she should give in, be a bit more liberal in her thinking. It might stimulate him to the point where he could satisfy her yearning young pussy. And, Toni had to face it, she liked to be touched and fondled in all the sensitive places, even pinched on the buttocks playfully. By the standards under which she had been raised, such things were sinful, but they were fun!
She was well aware that oral love was widely approved now and she really wanted to try it. Yet it was too soon ... Maybe if they had a really mellow night on the town, and enough drinks, she could do it. But every time he tried to kiss between her tender sleek thighs, she tightened up and just couldn't let him continue, any more than she could open her mouth for his penis. Resignedly, the limber tawny-haired bride thought that a lot of married couples must have the same sort of problem.
Now Toni was looking forward to the luncheon. The Rainbow was a small but elegant restaurant several miles outside Vegas, noted for good food and discretion. She had heard there was a motel a few hundred yards down the road where lovers often paused after lunching in the dim English-pub atmosphere of the Rainbow. And she was excited at the prospect of meeting Chris and Shawna Gael. She was sure if Chris took a liking to Rory, he could steer some good assignments to him The one for the rag merchant with the faggot boy had been unexpectedly good, but she knew these things took time to build. It would be months before the photos Rory took of her were published in trade journals and magazines and led to other jobs.
It was common knowledge that Chris Gael had offices in both Paris and London where he employed some of the finest photographers in the world. His particular specialty was industrial photography but he pretty well blanketed the field, covering all types of advertising with underlings and demanding the highest fees in the profession.
So why does he fool around with a common little photo club? Toni Davon had wondered about this several times and finally come to the conclusion that it was nothing more than a bus driver's or postman's holiday.
The long-legged blonde bride was nervous, but the lunch went better than she had hoped, with Rory and Chris quickly becoming deeply involved in professional talk while she and Shawna chatted over their meal.
Chris looked quite young to have attained such success. Toni guessed him to be in his early thirties, although there were signs of dissipation around his eyes and he was turning prematurely gray at the temples. Yet he was unmistakably an intelligent, well-traveled man, one who smiled readily and charmingly and had a large repertoire of amusing stories about the great and near great people he had photographed.
Shawna was a voluptuous creature with long, glistening reddish-brown hair and firm, ripe breasts almost spilling from the neckline of her short dress, which was slashed to her navel. Her eyes were slanted, a deep emerald green, her face still classically beautiful although she freely confessed to being thirty years old. She was also very frank in her speaking.
"I was just another dumb model when I met the admirable maestro here," she said, her rich lips peeling back to show fine white teeth. "Well, you know how it is when you work as closely as a photog and model do. We bounced into bed. It was good enough so that after a couple of years we went out and got half smashed and made it legal. There wasn't much money then, but it was fun, and the money came later, just as it will to you and Rory." Under the table, the voluptuous redhead's hand dropped high on Toni's bare thigh, clutching. "Some free advice. You're a beautiful girl, but he'll be working with a lot of them. Some will try to steal him right off your hot body. So ball him silly every night. Make him fuck you so hard and often he couldn't get it up for anyone else!"
Toni blushed at the bluntness of the advice and at the same time thought there might be something valuable in it. She had a vague feeling that by her refusal to try any variations she might be pushing Rory toward other women who would give him what he wanted. She'd have to think about it, but now she wanted to change the subject because it was hitting too close to home.
"That's something I'll have to think about," Toni said, adding, "I don't understand, with Chris so busy, how he even has time to fool around with a photo club."
"This isn't an ordinary club, Toni," Shawna said, her hand moving slowly on Toni's thigh, but so lightly Toni didn't realize it. And she never would have recognized the desire in the deep green eyes, because she had barely heard of bisexual women. "Its membership is about ninety percent professional, and they're all very good. Nobody has time to read all the photography magazines and latest technical poop, so they kick ideas around. And they exchange markets, yap about technique and pick up a lot that no one working photog could find time to read up on. Now, Chris has seen some of the things Rory has done and thinks he has tremendous talent."
"I'm glad. Rory really works hard."
"Well, Chris and I talked and even before we met you, decided you must come to the next club meeting. That'll be five nights from now, at our rancho. I'll sketch you a map of how to get there. It's a small group, and very informal. Drinks and a pick-up dinner around the pool."
"Wonderful," Toni said, nibbling at the calorie-counted fruit salad that was her desert.
A short time later, the luncheon broke up. Rory was more enthusiastic than she had seen him in months. His conversation with Chris Gael had been pleasant and he was eager to meet the other members of the club.
"Well, what do you think?" Chris asked his voluptuous wife as they drove out the Vegas Strip and she reclined in the deep leather seat of the Cadillac convertible. "Will they fit?"
"Beautifully," Shawna said. "I got the feeling he's already cheating on her, but not seriously. And Toni is really a naive little thing. I had my hand on her thigh, almost on her pussy, and she didn't seem to realize it. There wasn't any response at all ... but I think deep down inside she's one very hot little girl."
"If anyone can bring her out, you can, baby," he said, grinning. "Once you get that educated tongue of yours on her sweet little snatch, she'll go through the roof."
"I thought you'd want to try her first," Shawna said, grinning and grabbing for his penis.
The famous photographer laughed at their shared conspiracy, and reaching to squeeze the full, tip-tilted globes of his wife's breasts said, "I know when I'm outclassed. Remember the Filipino chick? The one you were down on for three hours a few months ago? Well, when I saw your tongue sliding up and down that cunt and drilling halfway into her belly I knew I was just an amateur cunt-lapper watching a real pro at work. Christ, I thought you'd kill her!"
"Hey-pull in here!" Shawna said suddenly, pointing to a luxurious motel. "What the hell for?"
"Damn it, I'm hot! I want you to eat me. Just touching that magnifico blonde has me hotter than hell! I want your tongue in my cunt ... and if you really work at it, I'll buy you a drink."
"Can't wait to get home?" he said, grinning.
"Motel matinees are a lot of fun, or are you such an old married man you don't remember?" the auburn-haired beauty chided. She wickedly winked her deep-green eye. "Eat my pussy until I'm out of my mind and we'll have them send in a jib of icy Vodka Collins and then you can roll me over and fuck me in the ass!"
"How come I have to do all the work? he said, joking, as the big car slithered into the shade of a canopy and he went in to register. They were well known here and always given a discreet detached cottage. Sometimes one of the teen-aged maids and a friend joined them-eagerly, because they were generous with their tips. "The guy who said something like 'man may work from sun to sun but woman's work is never done' never met you."
"Oh, you love it," the tall voluptuous woman said.
"Ooooohhhh ... aaaahhhh!!!" she moaned in pleasure nearly two hours later as his cock pulled out of her tightly clutching anus, wrapped tightly in tender pink flesh and trailing a long string of cum while her rectal muscles milked it. Her cunt was dripping with the remains of the cum Chris had brought on with his spearing hot tongue and lips. Shawna sighed and said in a near whisper, "Chris, there's nothing for me like getting fucked in the ass ... and you know I like it all. It hurts so at first and then turns into wild pleasure."
"I wouldn't know about that sort of thing," he said, grinning and reaching to refill their glasses from the shaker in the ice bucket. He paused to light two cigarettes and put one in the passion-swollen mouth of his wife. Thoughtfully he continued, "You know something strange? It may sound weird, but I think Rory may be fucking Mike. Or maybe she's blowing him. There've been rumors that she gives great head."
"I think your bird just fell out of his tree," Shawna said with a mocking grin. "A wife like Toni ... what would he ever see in Mike? She might be a good lay, scrawny as she is, but he wouldn't need her."
"That sounds reasonable; but when we were with Kellogg, her name came up a couple of times. He got tight and switched the subject. She may be built almost like a boy, but I'll tell you, any man would fight to bury his cock in those beautiful lips "
"You could have something, weird as it sounds," Shawna conceded. "I wonder what would happen if Toni caught her blowing him."
"It might just drive her into our loving arms," he said, draining his glass. "While I think of it, you haven't gone down on me for at least a week."
"I need something to work on," Shawna said mockingly, reaching with lewd grasping fingers to squeeze his flaccid penis. "This looks like an all-night project."
"We've got all night," he replied with a chuckle, pulling her head to his loins as her sensual mouth opened and her tongue began to search wetly around the shrunken cockhead. "And what are those beautiful lips for except sucking my cock?"
"Oh, eating cunt," she said with a lascivious laugh as she bent to her task, her fingers rolling his heavy balls.
Shawna felt his penis slowly hardening in her skilled, ardent mouth. She liked this, liked to be able to arouse Chris time after time. It was equally good with her girl friends, tasting the hot sweet juices that flowed from their flexing pussies into her mouth. And once she had them cumming so hard they were screaming, it was really far out to slide over on the bed and watch Chris mount them and fuck like a demon into their tender, spasming cunts until they were in such a frenzy all she had to do was squat over their lust-contorted faces and have them pull her grinding hips down to their sweating cheeks while their hot tongues speared to the very depths of her vagina- Oh, it will be so nice, having Toni and Rory for playthings, the auburn-haired beauty thought as her husband's cock grew and grew, hardening, and finally exploded bullet-like streams of hot, delicious cum into her ravenous lips.
Now they could nap. Then go back to the Rainbow for dinner. And then fuck all night. She might even ask him to use the belt on her.
Rory and Toni had different reactions to the meeting of the photo club. Most of the shop talk was far over Toni's head, yet she could imagine her husband's antennae waving, picking up every little bit of information. In addition to Shawna and Chris Gael there were ten other camera experts with their wives or girl friends.
Toni had become restless, because since the fashion shooting she hadn't had a modeling assignment and her work was sometimes what kept them going while Rory waited for a check to come in. There had been a partial payment, really an advance against the billing, from Ken Kellogg's agency, and what Rory actually got out of it would depend on how many photos were actually used, and in what way. It could take weeks or months, and meanwhile they had to meet the usual living expenses.
Rory, on the other hand, was enthusiastic, particularly as one of the guests turned out to be the editor of a highly successful slick magazine which split its contents between controversial articles and beautiful girls wearing little or nothing. He paid fabulous prices and once a photog got into his pages, his price could go up out of sight. His name was Carleton Harris and he was reputed to be worth at least twenty million dollars, every cent of which he had earned himself, more by creating a market than finding one. A slender, soft-spoken man, he smoked gold-tipped cigarettes and drank nothing stronger than root beer. And he was showing an interest in Rory and Toni.
"Ken Kellogg showed me proofs of the series your wife did for the rag merchant," Harris said. "She could be our centerfold girl."
"Afraid there's not much chance," Rory said, shrugging, as they stood in the shade of a pepper tree by the side of the kidney-shaped swimming pool. "Toni is an old-fashioned girl. She won't do nudes."
"Not even if you shoot them in privacy?"
Harris pressed.
"She'd want to at least change her appearance. She's afraid of what her folks would think."
"That's a common problem ... which usually vanishes when about eight thousand dollars appear." Harris grinned. "You might at least sound her out ... and maybe Chris and Shawna will help. If you have no objection."
"I think it's a great idea, and not just because of the money," Rory replied. "Toni's attitudes are ... old fashioned. She really needs to loosen up a little."
"Suppose I have a quiet talk with Chris and Shawna," the publisher said, winking.
"Maybe you could get Shawna to pose," Rory suggested.
"She's in a big spread in our November book already," Harris said. "Real artistry, with another girl. Low-key stuff, but the most erotic layout you could imagine. When you have a chance, get Chris to show you the tough shots. Nothing gets male readers hotter than seeing two beautiful girls making it together."
"You're going to publish that?" Rory was astounded. He knew the magazine well and had always considered it erotic but not pornographic, and this sounded like pornography.
"None of the actual sex, but suggestive. The girls holding hands, kissing, caressing," Harris explained. "When they got to the point of going down on each other and sixty-nining, well, from there on it was just for the private collection. Understand?"
"I'd like to see the whole series sometime," said Rory with a grin. But at the same time he glanced across the pool to a shaded table, studying his voluptuous blonde wife as she sat talking animatedly with Shawna Gael.
He saw Shawna's hand touching, lightly caressing Toni's bare knees, and Toni apparently not noticing. For a moment anger rose in him, and then he had second thoughts. Toni was just too repressed. If Shawna led her into a little girl sex, then maybe she'd do some special things for him because of guilt feelings. And she might-just might, if confronted with an accusation of having a lesbian affair-agree to the nude shots Harris wanted. They could sure use the money.
Toni was actually oblivious to the fingers caressing the hot flesh of her thigh as Shawna talked. She'd had several drinks and the heat of the day was making her mind a little unclear. Shawna was talking about modeling in a low, sultry voice.
"Toni, I think Carleton Harris would like you to pose for his centerfold layout," she said confidingly. "I know him, and he's been looking your way all afternoon."
"I've seen that magazine," Toni said crisply. "And it's a little far out for me. I'd rather wait tables than do nudes."
"You're confusing porn and art," Shawna said firmly. "If you go to a museum and see a magnificent nude painted hundreds of years ago, are you offended?"
"Well ... noooo," Toni admitted.
"Take a stroll through the Louvre sometime and see what they have on the walls. Millions of people have looked at those masterpieces and come away stunned by their beauty. Now, Carleton Harris publishes equally beautiful things, but in a different medium-one which reaches millions every month."
"Who wants to be ogled by millions?" the tawny-haired girl asked.
"If the work is exquisite, I do!" Shawna retorted, squeezing the smooth flesh of Toni's upper thigh. "Do you think I'd pose for anything obscene?"
"Of course not," Toni replied immediately.
"Well, you just come with me into the house and I'll show you an advance copy of Harris' mag. I'm the back-of-the-book girl and I defy you to find anything obscene in it ... unless you think the human body is obscene."
Somewhat stunned and woozy from the heat and drinks, Toni let herself be led into the rambling, air-conditioned house. Chris had a full laboratory set up there, and an adjoining room was well equipped for viewing and editing. Throughout the magnificent house, which Toni guessed had cost at least a quarter of a million dollars with its lushly landscaped ground in the middle of a barren desert, there were scores of matted over-size prints in both black and white and color on the walls. Toni silently admitted that Chris Gael was indeed an artist with his camera. She had thought Rory was good, but compared to Chris, he was barely out of the amateur class, and if the older man would help him with his career it would be a godsend.
"Here's the mag with little me," said Shawna, selecting a copy from a filing case. "Flip through it and while you're doing that I'll get out the master slides and we can look at them in the projection room. You'll see the shots used in the magazine are much softer, more diffused than the originals."
"Okay," Toni agreed. In her scanty bikini, she suddenly felt cold in the air-conditioned house. She followed Shawna into a dim room in which slide projectors and a large motion picture projector were flanked by comfortable chairs and couches. There was even a small bar, and Toni didn't protest as Shawna mixed her a gin-and-tonic. As the auburn-haired woman began pulling slide magazines from a concealed bank of filing cabinets, Toni began to flip through the magazine. Her eyes widened when she saw the layout and she gasped, "Oh, gosh!"
She was stunned. She had expected to see Shawna naked; but except for the full frontal shots, she wasn't alone, but with another beautiful girl. They were holding hands and kissing and fondling each other. In one full-page shot they lay together in tall grass, their long legs entwined, and Shawna's sultry mouth, with the pink tip of her tongue sliding wetly over her lips, was bending over the other girl's firmly rounded breasts as her partner lay with her eyes nearly shut and a hand at the back of Shawna's head, drawing it downward to her breast. The setting was an idyllic glade. In another photo, Shawna knelt before the other girl, who was standing, running her hands through her mass of blonde hair as Shawna's hands were drawing the front of her faded jeans open and Shawna's face was pressed tight to her belly, her cheek brushing the soft triangle of pubic hair. Her cunt wasn't visible, but it was obvious what was about to happen.
The photos were accompanied by a low-keyed text which strove to make the point that love between two women could be beautiful.
"Oh, my God!" Toni whispered as she read on, and her dark eyes returned repeatedly to one photo or another. As the first shock wore off, she carefully read the text and examined the picture spread. Attempting to be objective, she finally had to admit to herself that she could find nothing obscene or vulgar-and even wondered what it would be like to pose for such a thing. Would she become excited, holding another girl, kissing her? This was something she'd never even thought of before, and she ruefully admitted that it could happen. How could you be in such intimate contact with another person without feeling something? Her head swimming, she mumbled, "They are ... very well done."
"Then you don't think they're dirty?" Shawna pressed.
"No - In a way, they're beautiful," Toni confessed.
"There are seventeen pictures in that layout," Shawna said. "To get them, Chris made over seven hundred shots. I'll show you a few of the slides that didn't make it because the light or facial expression or positions were wrong." She switched on the automatic slide projector and fed a magazine into it, adjusting the focus on the big screen which covered most of the opposite wall.
The brilliant transparencies began to click through at ten-second intervals. Toni found herself mesmerized by the images of Shawna and her partner. It seemed Chris Gael must have worked on this assignment the same way Rory had shot the fashion job-with a motor-driven camera, moving all the time as the two models went through the sequences naturally rather than posing for individual shots. There was a series from which the one of Shawna about to kiss the blonde's breast appeared.
It began with Shawna kissing the other girl's ear, her tongue extended. And then their mouths were glued together. Four shots later, Shawna's wet lips were enclosing the nipple of the blonde's breast while her hand squeezed the other breast, hardening the tiny berrylike nipple.
And then she gradually moved lower, her fingers seeking in the pale triangle of pubic hair as her dreamy-eyed face lay on her partner's softly rounded belly.
Toni Davon gasped in disbelief when she saw the next frame.
Shawna was kneeling between the other girl's widely splayed legs and her long, wetly pink tongue was slithering into the coral hued depths of the girl's vagina!
And they both had such blissful expressions on their faces!
Click! Another slide moved behind the lens and this one showed the sleek thighs of the pale-haired girl locked tightly around the burrowing face.
"Shawna!" Toni, her face going white with shock, and then blushing furiously red; stared at her hostess, who was at the moment refreshing their drinks and facing away from them.
"Oh, damn!" Shawna said in faked annoyance. I'm sorry, honey. I thought those were all weeded out."
She stopped the projector, plucked out the offending transparencies and flipped them into a wastebasket as she shrugged and said, "Things get a little out of hand sometimes. And let's face it-I'm not exactly an angel. That was a very long shooting session and I got excited, I guess. It doesn't happen often, but I remember that Chris and I were having one of our periodic beefs. I guess I wanted to show him something ... and when you put in about five hours caressing and kissing anybody, it gets to you!"
"And ... what ... did ... he ... do?" the bewildered Toni asked.
"Chris is cool. He left us alone." Shawna tossed her long hair and smiled knowingly. "He knew I was hacked at him and that I was just in the mood to say yes to the first guy who wanted to fuck me. He'd rather have me blow my frustration with a girl than another man."
"I'm-I'm confused," the young tawny-haired bride mumbled.
"I didn't mean to blow your mind, Toni," Shawna lied. "It never occurred to me those shots were in there. Well, I guess you won't want to look at any more art."
"No."
"Well, try to forget it if you can," Shawna said. "Maybe we should go back to the party." They did. The aftershock of what she had seen on the screen began to hit Toni Davon and she drank more than she ever had in her life. She could hardly wait to get Rory aside and tell him, but he was obviously involved with Chris Gael and Carleton Harris. She knew this meeting could be very important to her husband's budding career and didn't want to interrupt, so she drifted from one group to another, steadying her nerves with drink after drink brought by a house boy, and barely nibbling at the lavish buffet which had been set out Visions of Shawna with the other model kept flashing through her mind like bursts of multicolored lights seen through a kaleidoscope, and as the alcohol fogged her brain she began to see it a little bit Shawna's way.
Of course, she could never have sex with a woman, even as a one-time experiment, but it was sort of exciting to think of others doing it. At one point she almost asked Shawna to show her the rest of the slides.