Chapter 6
Cherie's second week in New York City passed quickly and she was given her fair share of shooting to do. She found that working so hard took her mind away from some of the things she thought would be bothering her. For one thing, Russ was nothing but businesslike with her in the studio, and even when they were alone, he did not mention the night of the party. In fact, he was being downright polite to her, and when he asked her out to dinner on Thursday, she accepted and had a pleasant, if eventless evening with little more than his leg rubbing against hers, and a warm, goodnight kiss. His actions reinforced her feelings that something wonderful might develop between her and Russ, if she let it. At the moment, she wanted to get to know him a little better, though.
There was something that bothered her about him as she saw him shooting in the studio. There were an awful lot of beautiful girls around and Russ took many of them to lunch. She suspected that he was spending the night with some of them as well. But since she had little more than suspicions, she decided that she would not let her thoughts get the better of her. He was acting as though he wanted to be a friend, and at the moment, that was fine with her.
Her fears about her relationship with Kelly also proved to be groundless. The lovely black-haired model asked her if she had a good time at the party and accepted Cherie's vague answer. As the shapely young blonde immersed herself in her work, she began to think that the fears she had imagined about herself about being caught up in the bitter in-fighting around the agency appeared to be groundless. No one was being anything but cordial to her ... except for Bob Avery.
Unknown to the lovely young blonde, Bob had seen her leave the party with Russ, and while he wasn't sure that the young photographer had fucked her, he was pretty certain. Russ did not share his views on morals, but he was a man, and Cherie Tyson looked like her pussy was a real fucker. A combination like that could only mean one thing, and Bob was determined that he would get his fair share of Cherie. He was a pretty good judge of character, and there was something about Cherie's attitude that told him that she wouldn't be tempted by advancement to let him into that cunt of hers. Judging from the way she had left the party, she would probably tell him that she didn't want to advance upward the way Kelly had. Rape was something he couldn't see, though. A willing woman's cunt is a much better cock-milker than an unwilling one, and he had to fix it so that Cherie would be begging him to fuck her. From what Kelly had told him of Cherie, she was still pretty naive. That, he thought, would be the way to get at her. Shit. . . just from thinking about screwing his cock into Cherie's luscious-looking cunt was giving him a hard-on that just wouldn't quit, and he knew he would have to do something soon. Watching her jiggling that fantastic pair of tits and swaying her ass around was getting to be just too much for him, and every time he talked to her, she was cold and reserved. He could see the way she acted when she was around Russ, and he decided that that was where he could best put a plan into action. By Thursday, he had things pretty much thought out. Then he remembered Frankie Scarletti. Now there was a man with no class at all, but he might serve a useful purpose. Bob owed him a favor and knew that the young man would love to get into Cherie Tyson's hot little pussy.
Cherie couldn't quite put her finger on it, but for some reason as she returned to her home alone, she had a strange feeling of apprehension. Her thoughts were drifting back to the night before when Kelly had come into her apartment complaining of a headache from all the work at the agency. It had been an especially hard week for Cherie, and she knew what Kelly had been going through. When Kelly asked her blonde neighbor to give her a back rub and massage, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary . . . not even when the lovely cover girl had stripped to her bra and panties. But what had followed had left Cherie with a funny feeling. The voluptuous, near naked older girl had lain down on Cherie's double bed, and the young blonde had come around and stood next to her and begun rubbing and kneading at the firm smoothness of Kelly's nakedly exposed back, massaging the taut contours of flesh along her rib cage and down to the tapering narrowness of her wanton girlfriend's back.
Cherie recalled how warm Kelly's smoothly arching back had felt under the tender ministrations of her working fingers. Kelly had lain on her belly and cooed up at her shapely neighbor. "Mmmmmm . . . ooohhh! That really feels good," she had said, turning her head and smiling pleasurably. "Move your hand on down to my ass . . . aaahhh . . . that's it. Just squeeze it a little and relax it. Ooohh, Cherie, that's it . . . mmmmmmm ... "
Having finished a bath an hour earlier, Cherie had been wearing only her yellow bathrobe, and it had started to come unfastened as she had slid her hands down the naked white curve of Kelly's warm smoothly curved asscheeks, squeezing and massaging the ripe full moons in her hands until a warm tingling sensation had begun to race uncontrollably through her softly quivering little cunt.
"Ummmm . . . ooohh . . . that's enough for me," Kelly had said after a little while, turning over and facing her. Cherie's big blue eyes had strangely fixed on the sensuous swell of Kelly's huge, whitely billowing bra-covered titties. Even through the lacy black cotton, they had looked as though they were swollen with passion, and the hardened nipples had pressed against the fabric. "Now ... let me do the same thing for you," Kelly had said. "I'll bet this week was as hard for you as it was for me, darling."
Cherie had closed her eyes and laughed knowingly, feeling her own body demanding some sort of relaxation. She had pulled off her robe, dropping it to the floor and lying on her belly next to Kelly. She'd ignored the warning shudder that had passed through her pussy at the other girl's touch, and relaxed even more as Kelly's soothing hands had begun coursing with tender, rather erotic strokes over the smooth upstanding ridges of her spine, down to the firm raised cheeks of her whitely curved ass.
"Ooooooooooo . . ." Cherie had sighed. "You were right. This really feels good, Kelly!"
Soon the sensations of relaxation had changed, though, and they had gently built into little tingles of pleasure. Unconsciously, Cherie had rubbed her quivering, curl-rimmed pussy into the mattress, as the tender, soothing hands of the beautiful raven-haired girl had continued to move up and down the small of her back and over the firmly rounded curves of her asscheeks. She had known, she now recalled, that she had entered the area of sensuality and sexual pleasure beyond the stage of simple physical therapy. Still, she had permitted Kelly's hands to continue on in teasingly insistent strokes over the lush nakedness of her trembling asscheeks and down for an insanely teasing moment over the smooth-ivory flesh of her inner thighs.
Cherie had turned to her side, and suddenly, Kelly's hand had stroked up her back and across her arm to the full quivering mound of her right tit, pausing there to taunt her warmly tingling nipple into hardness with a knowing feminine tweak. Then she had trailed down her ribs tantalizingly as Cherie had shifted her position until they were facing each other. Cherie's mind had gone momentarily blank as she had stared at the nearly naked body of her voluptuous neighbor whose intimate touches were exciting beyond anything she believed at that moment a man could offer her ... knowing touches from another girl . . . who would know better than a man what things aroused the sexual desires of another girl.
For a brief moment, Cherie had actually wanted to reach out and pull Kelly's black lace bra from the large sensuous swell of her titties and run her finger along the other girl's side to her panties . . . and under the elastic waistband to touch at the quivering lips of her curl-rimmed cunt. But she had shaken her head and brought herself out of the trance Kelly's skillful rubbing had put her in. "I think we should stop," Cherie had protested while Kelly's sensually, teasingly clad body had seemed to tremble as it pressed with a salacious and provocative tightness against her own.
"We don't really have to," Kelly had spoken softly, her lips parting, then moistening from a blatantly suggestive swirl of her tongue that seemed an invitation to kiss her openly on the mouth. Cherie had stared with mixed emotions, and had finally gotten off the bed to slip into her bathrobe again, returning to her living room and the book she was reading when Kelly had first entered.
Nothing had been said while they were shooting during the day about the night before. In fact, Kelly had acted as though nothing had happened, though she made some flimsy excuse about not going home with Cherie and going to Bob's place instead. Cherie decided that she would put it out of her mind as she walked into her building. Frankie Scarletti was exceptionally glad to see her, and he held the door open for her as she entered.
"Good afternoon, Cherie," he said, making an exaggerated bow from his waist. "Long time no see."
Cherie saw Frankie Scarletti about every day and had grown used to the darkly handsome man's constant leering, but there was something different about him this time. She tried to walk past him on her way to the stairs, but he positioned himself in front of her.
"Is there something you want?" she asked, noticing that his eyes were flowing from one full, sensuously throbbing tit to another.
Baby ... is that ever a loaded question, he thought, his eyes still fixed on the rising swell of her ripe tits. "To tell the truth, Cherie ... I was wondering how Russ worked out last week."
The curvaceous young blonde clenched her fists. "That is none of your damn business," she said, feeling a wave of anger pass through her. She had gotten used to his leering, but she was not about to tell him anything of her personal life. Her face flushed as she moved to one side to get away from him. He allowed her to pass, and then followed her up the stairs. "I can see that he means something to you," he said in a taunting voice. "You wouldn't want anything to happen to him, now would you?"
Cherie tried to ignore him, but she slowed her climbing as his words burned into her being. What could Frankie possibly do to harm Russ Miles?
As she came to her door, she noticed that Frankie was still behind her. He wasn't taking the hint that she wanted him to leave her alone, and even though she was curious about what he was saying, she wasn't going to let him get to her.
"I just thought you might want me to prevent Russ getting fired, that's all," he said mockingly as she started to close the door in his face. Instantly, she opened up the door and saw him standing there, smiling at her. "How could you hurt Russ's career?" she asked, her lips pursed as she waited for him to answer.
Inwardly, Frankie was feeling very proud of himself.
Bob had told him that she would react like this at the mention of Russ's name. The egotistical young man could see that Bob had been right in his suspicions. She might not care about her own career, but she had a soft spot for that Russ guy. Frankie told her what Bob had told him to say. "Well, as I recall . . . Bob Avery has a lot of connections in the business. If he wanted to, I'll bet he could make it so Russ would never be hired again."
"How do you know all this?" Cherie asked, angry that Frankie was interfering with her private life, and amazed that he knew the situation so well.
"Baby, like I told you, knowing things about people is part of my job. I keep my ears open. And I've gotten a few chicks for some of the parties Bob's had, so he owes me a few favors. I don't think he would mind getting Russ out of the picture," the P.R. man lied. The truth of the matter was, he hardly knew Bob, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell this little cunt that. Ever since she had come to New York, she had treated him as though he weren't good enough for her. Shit . . . even Kelly had put out for him a few times.
Cherie stood in her doorway, her hand resting against the jamb. She looked at him and tried to decide if he was telling the truth. He must be.
"I think you're bluffing," she said, her heart beating faster than she could remember it beating before. She was fond of Russ, but just how fond was something she wasn't sure of.
"Baby ... I never bluff. I deal in sure things. Now . . . how about letting me into your apartment? My silence can be bought, and you look like you have the price right between your legs."
Cherie's first impulse was to slam the door in his face, but the thought that she might get Russ blackballed for her action was something she knew she would never be able to live with. He had such a good career ahead of him, end even if he didn't like the way the business was run, he had never indicated that he might want to leave. With a sigh to calm her shattered nerves, she opened the door and allowed the scheming young man into her apartment.
"I land of thought you'd see it my way," he said as he walked into her apartment as though he lived there. Cherie felt a shudder of dread as she realized that she was about to do something for the sake of the only man who had treated her decently. She wasn't sure what Russ would think of her self-sacrifice, but she hoped that he would understand what she had done, even if he never spoke to her again. She had seen something in him that reminded her of Spencer and she hoped she wasn't wrong in her feelings for the handsome young photographer. Even though he had done nothing to indicate that he felt strongly for her, she thought he was worth risking her morality for.
"Well, come on babe," Frankie taunted her. "If
I'm gonna fuck you, I can't do it with your clothes on. Get naked, babe!"
Taking another deep breath, Cherie slowly removed her clothes until she was wearing only her bra and panties. She presented herself to him, hoping that having him fuck her pussy wouldn't be as bad as she was making it out to be in her mind.
"Hey, don't look so down and out," he said matter-of-factly. "You've been fucked before. You ought to really enjoy what Frankie Scarletti has for you," he said as he quickly shucked his clothes.
The voluptuous young fashion model's eyes widened in awe, and she shuddered as she gaped at his immensely swollen cock jutting out from his hairy loins, throbbing and pulsing above his freely swinging cum-filled balls. Cherie gasped again as she stared at his cock, and at the strange leer Frankie had on his face, but she was determined that she would allow him to fuck her, as long as it meant saving Russ's career.
Frankie's eyes were glued to the heaving, body quivering mounds of her tits, which rose and fell enticingly from her deep breathing. The young man reached out and unstrapped her bra. It fell from her body, revealing her full ripe young tits, which swung tantalizingly into view, the brown nipples like chips of rock against the sandy gold of her tits. Eagerly, Frankie lowered his mouth onto one of the luscious spheres, and enclosed the turgid little berry in his mouth, sucking on it greedily, his tongue tickling the erect knob unremittingly.
Cherie was at first terrified and repulsed by his crudeness, but as his tongue ran over the hardened pebble of her nipple, she found that her body was responding, and she was actually beginning to enjoy having her tittie sucked by this crude man. In fact, she had to struggle with her mind to remember that she had not wanted him to fuck her to begin with! She would feel little ripples of strange delight racing through her pussy and she found that, even though she did not like Frankie, she was starting to enjoy him sucking on her hotly throbbing titties.
Frankie ran his hands along her sides and down the creamy-white, satin soft flesh of her hips to her pink lace panties, pulling them down her legs until they hung uselessly at her ankles. He could sense the snooty little blonde chick was beginning to come around, and he wanted to make sure she didn't change her mind on him.
Cherie made a feeble protest, which he could not take seriously, as he ran his hand down over the delicate, softly trembling curves of her naked asscheeks, feeling her quiver under his touch. His fingers pinched and kneaded her succulent young tits before dropping down to embrace her firmly sculpted hips. Then they dipped between the lightly clenched columns of her thighs, as she made a halfhearted effort to deny him access to her pink, quivering pussy flesh. She fought with herself desperately, almost ashamed that she was beginning to enjoy all the nasty things he was doing to her helplessly spread young body, and she moaned in mixed delight and humiliation as Frankie Scarletti's fingers rummaged freely in the warm wet folds of her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... I thought I'd like the way your pussy feels," he leered. "And I can see you like my fingers worming in your hot little cunt."
As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she really did like having Frankie's fingers searching and probing in her hotly throbbing little pussy.
She closed her eyes as she felt the shivers of sensual arousal flowing through her cock-hungry cunt. Something Kelly had told her once stuck in her mind as Frankie parted the searing, blonde curled lips of her now slightly undulating cunt, something about how fucking was fun and should be enjoyed. She could see that Kelly Walker was right. Frankie was not the type of man she would have let fuck her, but now that they were alone in her apartment, she was beginning to want his cock in her hot, wet little cunt more than anything.
She spread her legs as she stood there as an invitation for him to fuck his cock into her pussy hole as deeply as he could.
But Frankie Scarletti had other ideas. "Tell me, babe, have you ever sucked cock?"
Cherie was lost in the throes of her lust, and she was certain she had not heard him correctly.
"Whaaaaa? . . ." she said as she undulated her hips around in little circles, screwing her cunt down onto his penetrating fingers.
"I asked if you've ever sucked cock," he repeated, his voice carrying a small amount of disgust as he removed his fingers from her pussy and stepped back a little. With his hand no longer ravishing her cunt, Cherie was brought back to a disappointing reality. Her eyes dropped down to his huge, heavily throbbing cock, fixing on the lewd hardness thrusting from his hairy thighs as stiff as a baseball bat, its bulbous, swollen cockhead oozing tiny drops of excited pre-cum. It seemed larger than any cock she had ever seen before, and she was wondering how it would be possible to take it into her pussy hole at all!
Frankie smiled as his hand reached down to grasp his obscenely erect prick and lewdly massage it, pushing the loose foreskin back and forth along the length of his cock with casual unconcern. Cherie's big blue eyes were wide open at the fascinating sight.
"Come on, babe, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Get down on the carpet. You're gonna take this tool of mine in your mouth and suck it 'till I cum down your throat."
Oblivious to what she was actually doing, she lowered her nakedly trembling young body to the floor, resting on her back. She could not believe that he was serious. She wanted his cock in her cunt! He had aroused her to the point where she would have to cum . . . and she had never thought of sucking a man's cock until she had seen Kelly and Gaylord Montague at the party a week ago in Greenwich Village. And then the truth blazed into her mind. She was going to do the same thing! She remembered what she had thought when she had watched Kelly suck Gaylord Montague's prick and her shock when the older man had placed his mouth on the lovely model's moist, hot cunt. And now it was her turn to suck on a man's cock! She couldn't imagine what his cock would taste like, and the innocent young model from Bakersfield, California was not sure she wanted to find out.
Frankie straddled her as she lay naked and trembling passionately on the carpet, his knees fitting snugly in her arm pits, his asscheeks resting lightly on her sensuously heaving tits. He pushed his heavily pulsing cockhead forward, pressing it wetly against her slightly parted Lips.
"Come on, honey," Frankie coaxed. "Open wide and get those lips of yours around my prick."
More in wonder than because she was being forced to for the sake of Russ's career, she opened her mouth, and Frankie fucked his enormous erectly throbbing cock between her full, widely ovalled lips with a forward flick of his hips, fucking it deep inside the warm wet saliva of her mouth. It was so large that Cherie thought she would choke, and she was certain that she would never be able to take it all. It was just too big.
Frankie pulled his cock out of her mouth, and then fucked it back in between the wondering young blonde's soft, moist lips, ramming it to the hilt this time until it seemed to brush all the way back against her open throat. She felt the stiffly curling hairs of his pubis tickle as they grazed her lips and felt the soft slap of his cum-filled balls against her chin.
Then, moaning heavily above her cock-filled mouth, the young man began to fuck rhythmically in and out of Cherie's moist, widely ovalled mouth, and the young model was surprised that little thrills of strange pleasure were fluttering down in her body tingling cunt. He quickened his long, regular strokes down between her lips, sitting back so he could rest on her hugely billowing tits. The thrills grew in her pussy, increasing in intensity until her blood seemed to catch fire, as wonderful, warm explosive pleasures surged through her cunt.
Cherie Tyson could not believe her own reaction to what was happening to her. She did not even like the man who was fucking her in this strange and new way. She gave one last effort to make herself not like the lewd feeling of his cock fucking in and out of her mouth, and then she gave up. She was powerless to fight against the overpowering sensations of enjoyment flowing through her cunt as she sucked on Frankie's massively throbbing prick. Cherie could not explain to herself why she was beginning to like it, but she no longer cared. Even the thought that she was doing this for Russ was erased from her mind as she allowed the lascivious desires to take over her whole being.
She brushed aside all thoughts as she suddenly felt a trickle of warm, sticky pussy juice seep between her now wide-spread thighs, felt it flood her hot, moistly pulsating young pussy that ached and throbbed shamelessly with desire. She knew her mother would tell her that what she was doing was wrong, but she could see that her mother was not always correct. Sucking a man's cock was wonderful . . . more wonderful than she would have believed!
With a little moan of ecstatic joy, Cherie abandoned herself completely to the wanton pleasure of being fucked like this in the mouth, of accepting and responding to the relentless slithering in and out between her wide-stretched lips of Frankie's excitedly throbbing cock. With little spasms of delight, she began to run her tongue shamelessly back and forth over the now slickly glistening surface of the young man's huge, deeply fucking cock, stopping to tease at the tiny slit in the body jerking cockhead, to lick and taste hungrily at the drops of warm, viscous pre-cum that oozed forth.
Her eyes closed, mouth ovalled wide and head thrown back in insane passion, Cherie gave herself up to the overwhelming joy and pleasure of the moment.
She was sucking cock! Oooohhhh . . . she was actually sucking and licking a cock, sucking hungrily as if she had waited through all eternity for just this moment, sucking at it as though she would never be able to get enough.
Her cheeks contracted, tightened around the thickly pulsating prick that fucked in and out of her tightly locked lips like a well-oiled piston. Then, above her lust-contorted face, Frankie began to jerk, suddenly, in his own spasm of intense pleasure, and the white-hot cum spilled from his inflated balls to spurt the length of his fucking, pulsing cock, gushing forth in a delicious torrent into Cherie's hungrily sucking mouth. She struggled desperately to swallow every precious drop of the whitely searing liquid, her tongue spiraling, and swirling around the now rapidly deflating prick as she licked wildly and voraciously at the last vestige of Frankie's wildly spurting, white-hot cum. Still crazed with passion, Cherie clung possessively with her lips to the now half-limp cock, trying desperately to prolong the ecstasy.
At last, though, Frankie withdrew his cock from her still tightly clasping lips, trailing a thin strand of glistening white cum across her naked, ecstatically quivering tits. Satiated, Cherie relaxed her body on the floor while Frankie Scarletti quickly dressed and left her apartment with a smug, conquering smirk on his face.
Jesus, the chick was really hot for it, he thought as he stepped into the elevator. I just might pass her around a little.
Cherie lost all track of time after he had left, as she lay on her living room carpet with the taste of Frankie Scarletti's wonderful cum in her mouth. Her mind was torn between two conflicting thoughts. She remembered what Russ had told her a week before about fun with responsibility, and at the time it had made sense. The handsome young photographer had made Kelly out to be some sort of slut . . . nothing better than a common street whore. But wasn't there such a thing as responsibility to one's own self? Didn't she owe it to herself to go as far in life as she could, using whatever talents were necessary? And as long as using those talents gave her as much pleasure as sucking Frankie's cock had provided, why shouldn't she do everything she could to better her career in modeling, as well in life?
Lying on the floor, Frankie Scarletti's cum still dripping from the corners of her mouth, she could see that Kelly and Bob had the true concept of success. She would do anything they wanted her to do in order to succeed now. In fact, she wanted to do anything they might have in mind.