Chapter 10
It was one. of those seamy little office buildings on Hollywood Boulevard. The elevator worked only halfway, leaving Tom, Lorraine and Janis stranded on the second floor. They took the next two floors via the dark and rickety stairway. Finally they arrived on the fourth floor, and walked down the old and beaten carpeting. The sign on the door at the end of the hallway read: "Sunshine Films, Inc."
"Well, this is it," Tom said coldly.
"The bastards who stole my little baby and turned her into a cocksucking whore!" Lorraine was still livid. She had not slept all night, and the circles around her eyes were dark.
"Are you going to beat them up?" Janis asked, pulling back her shoulders so that her ample breasts protruded even more than usual. She had purposefully worn her most revealing tee shirt this morning, knowing they would be meeting some movie people. Jennie's adventures on the screen in Hot Lips had looked like fun.
Tom pounded on the door, and a weak voice from behind it told them to wait a minute. Finally the door opened.
"Yes?" the small man with the white hair carefully styled into a natural asked. He wore bracelets on both skinny arms, and an earring.
"I'm looking for one of your actors," Tom said.
"Isn't just everybody!" the slight man said, waving his limp wrist for effect.
"No," Tom began again, "I'm looking for someone special. She's uh, an old friend of ours."
Limpwrist stood back a step and looked from Lorraine to Janis, then back to Tom. Tom felt the man's watery eyes on his groin and clenched his fist. "Now listen, sweetie," he began, "the bitches in our films come and go. Most of them are in town just for the shooting then they go back to their buckaroos."
"I ain't interested in that shit," Tom replied, moving so that one foot was now inside the doorjam. "I'm here to find the blonde girl in Hot Lips. I believe her name is Jennie. Now, you goin' to help me or not?"
Limpwrist looked at Tom, then down at his clenched fist and smiled. "You beat me up and I'll just love every minute of it!"
"Oh shit!" Tom grumbled.
"Maybe we had better go," Lorraine suggested.
"Listen darlings," Limpwrist began, "if you're really interested, there's a dude who hangs out in Paradise Cove. Calls himself Fat John. He's what you might call our honcho pimp. Lovely man, but he swings only one direction." Limpwrist seemed saddened by the fact.
"How'll I know him?" Tom asked.
"He drives a big blue bus. He's tall and skinny, with a large very unkempt beard. Ask anyone around there."
Tom looked into the watery eyes. "Okay, we'll try it."
The man smiled. "And listen, big boy, if ever you want some real action, just fall by sans the ladies here!"
Tom spun on his heels, grabbed both Janis and Lorraine and headed for the stairwell. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled, "fags all over the goddamn place!"
"This is Hollywood," Janis chuckled as they entered the stairwell and headed down onto the street.
Tom paid the three-dollar parking fee and walked out onto the beach. It was a hot, clear day and there were hundreds of nude brown bodies scattered across the sand.
"Maybe we'd better take off our clothes?" Lorraine suggested.
"Yeah," Janis added, eyeing a couple of studs throwing a Frisbee.
"Okay," Tom shrugged as he peeled off his clothing. The two girls followed suit. They joined the rest of the naked sun worshippers as they walked slowly down the beach looking for Fat John.
Tom had seen the blue bus in the parking lot, so he knew that the legendary character was somewhere around. But on a beach loaded with naked bodies, it was sometimes difficult to look too closely.
"They think we're freaks or something," Janis said when one couple glared back at them as they passed by. The large brunette had been lying on her back with her legs spread wide and her hand on her boyfriend's cock. She had nudged him when she spotted the trio, and the guy had sat up and thrown them the meanest stare he could muster.
They continued walking, passing the first jutting rock and moving into another secluded cove. Here, the couples were a little more open about their activities. One girl was actually on her knees, sucking her boyfriend's penis. The guy was standing proudly with his hands on his hips.
"They don't give a fuck, do they?" Tom remarked.
"I think it's neat!" Janis said, rubbing her pubis absently. Her nipples were erect, and she was becoming extremely excited by all the nude bodies around her. And she had noticed more than one naked stud giving her the eye as she walked past. Janis wished that she wasn't with Tom and Lorraine.
At the far end of the cove, Tom saw a string bean of a man with a great beard sitting alone in a yoga position. He stopped and grabbed Lorraine's arm. "That looks like our boy!"
Lorraine nodded. She hadn't noticed him at first because she had been busy smiling at a young man with a gigantic penis. The guy had been grinning lewdly at Janis, but Lorraine had thought he was smiling at her.
"Let me handle this," Tom said.
"No," Janis interrupted, stopping Tom in his tracks. "I think maybe I'd have a better chance."
Lorraine nodded. "She's right, Tom. If you go stomping up there, the guy's going to feel threatened."
"Okay," Tom agreed. "I'll give you ten minutes, then I'm coming over."
Janis grinned, wet her lips and rubbed her pubis lightly. "That should be enough time."
Fat John stared out to sea. A peaceful and serene expression flooded his face. But down below he felt activity which was anything but mystical. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the young, stacked blonde walking towards him. Her large breasts, jiggling beneath the golden sun, her rich and strong thighs moving in and out around the small patch of hair. Fat John had to drop his hands into his lap in order to cover the growing tide of his meditation.
"Are you a guru?" Janis asked as she dropped to her knees directly in front of the thin, bearded man.
Fat John opened his eyes and peered into the darkness between her spread thighs. Her vaginal lips were protruding beautifully, revealing the pink crack of her soul. He nodded very slightly.
"Is this all you do? I mean, sit on the beach and stare at nothing?"
Fat John smiled his best enigmatic smile. "I am seeking the inner strength -- the cosmic interior of my soul." He spoke slowly and with a high-pitched twang to his voice.
"But aren't things better out here?" Janis asked, leaning forward just slightly so that her large breasts jiggled.
"It depends. Beauty comes from the soul, from deep within one. I can see that you possess that beauty."
Janis grinned. "Well, thank you. I'm Janis. What's your name?"
"They call me Fat John."
"That's a funny name."
"It's a funny world."
Janis leaned forward a little then gasped. "Oh, do you always get a hard-on when you're meditating?"
Fat John removed his hands from his groin, revealing his large, throbbing erection. "I have no control over the physical world. The beauty which comes into my life exercises its own power."
"You mean," Janis grinned, "I did that to you?"
Fat John nodded. "Yes," he replied solemnly.
Janis giggled. "Well, then, it's up to me to help you, isn't it?"
Fat John sighed deeply. His cock throbbed, and his breathing was strained. "That depends," he began slowly, "on whether or not you feel the inner beauty."
Janis glanced quickly down the beach and saw Tom and Lorraine watching her. She knew she didn't have much time. "Yes, I feel it," she said.
Fat John grinned. Janis reached out and rested the palm of her hand on his mushroomed tip. She then folded her hand around his cock and stroked it slowly. "You're so hard," she whispered.
"It is the animal in me," Fat John replied.
"I'll relieve you of it, then," Janis said. She knelt over him and kissed the tip. Then quickly, she parted her lips and took his penis into her mouth.
"My child," Fat John moaned as Janis began bobbing up and down the length of his prick.
The shadow crossed over him like an ominous message from the stars. "What the hell's going down here?"
Fat John jerked backwards, pulling his hot cock from Janis' mouth. "Jesus Christ, man, you scared the shit out of me!"
"Janis!" Tom shouted. "Did you find out?"
Janis shook her head, dropping her hand, absently onto Fat John's throbbing cock. "I didn't have time," she replied.
Tom dropped to his knees next to Fat John. He was about twice the size of the thin man, and Fat John lay cowering next to him. "Now listen tome, you pervert," Tom began in an ice-cold voice, "I'm looking for my daughter. I know you've been with her, so you just tell me where the fuck she is!"
Fat John looked from Janis to Lorraine and then back to Tom. "Oh man, this is really uncool!" he said.
"Shit!" Tom bellowed. "It's going to be a lot hotter if you don't tell me where she is!"
Fat John began laughing. "You mind telling me who the fuck she is?"
Tom raised his fist for a second, ready to strike him. But he was stopped by Lorraine. "He's right, Tom, we haven't told him anything!"
Tom dropped his fist. "Her name's Jennie," he said, his voice now dropping softly. "Here's her picture." He pulled the worn photograph from his pants and handed it to Fat John.
"Oh wow!" Fat John moaned as he stared at the picture.
"You know her?" Janis asked quickly.
Fat John nodded. "Yeah, I know her. I mean, I think I know her. I mean, I might have seen her around."
Tom was growing red in the face. "You bastard, you tell me where she is!"
"Man, relax," Fat John advised. "I mean, sometimes these girls move around a lot, you know what I mean. I mean, it would take some kinda research -- an investigation, you know? -- to get the scene down to the point where we could function oh a basic level."
"What the fuck is he talking about?" Tom demanded.
"He wants some money," Janis replied simply, smiling at Fat John as she stroked his still erect penis.
"Money?" Tom bellowed. "How much money?"
"Five hundred dollars," Fat John replied.
"Five hundred!? ! "
Fat John nodded.
Tom looked at Lorraine, and she nodded. "We'd better give it to him, Tom. Jennie's our only daughter."
"Okay, fucker," Tom said. "You got yourself a deal. Let's go."
Back at the parking lot, Fat John slipped on his levis over his still hard cock. Tom and Lorraine piled into the old pickup, but Janis remained beside Fat John.
"C'mon, Janis!" Tom called from the car.
"I'm gonna ride with Fat John," Janis shouted back.
Tom shrugged, and slammed the door.
"Hey babe," Fat John said grinning, "that's very cool of you."
"Hey listen," Janis beamed, "any guy who could keep it up through all that shit has got to be some kind of dude!"
Fat John grinned as he slid in behind the wheel. Within a second, Janis was playing with his penis, moving both hands up and down the length. As Fat John pulled up the street road and out onto the Pacific Coast Highway, Janis was sucking him like an all-day sucker. Fat John finally shot his load into her sweet, young mouth as they passed the Malibu turn-off.
Harold lay by his pool with a huge gin and tonic cupped in his hands. He was already on his third one, and was using a straw. Depression had set in, and the world was collapsing around him. Even the beautiful nude woman lying next to him did nothing to raise his spirits.
"Oh come on, Harold," the buxom redhead named Sally complained, "let's have a little fun!"
Harold grunted, and sipped from his straw.
Sally rolled over onto her side, her large and well-formed breasts bulging out with the red capped nipples erect and juicy. "Harold, I'm so horny. Lying out here makes me horny!"
But even as she raised her right leg and rubbed her orange fleece, Harold still lay back in his depression.
"Harold," Sally continued, now using her finger to masturbate, "it's so juicy and wet! Just waiting for that big hunk of rod. Please, Harold?"
Harold glanced at the beautiful redhead and drained his drink. "Well . . . I dunno . . . . "
Sally grinned. She patted Harold's stomach, then slid her hand down lower to the elastic of his bathing suit. "It's in there," she cooed, "I know it's in there!"
Harold watched her as she pulled down his trunks and grabbed his flaccid cock. She stroked it slowly, making the thing grow in the palm of her hand. "Oh, that's better Harold. It's getting nice and big and hard!"
Sally moved off her chair and held on to Harold's cock. He was now fully erect. She threw one leg across his thighs and sat down on his legs. She pulled his penis against her rounded belly, moving herself up and down against the length of his shaft. "Now, doesn't this make you feel a whole lot better?"
Harold finally managed to grin. What with the eight ounces of gin, and this beautiful, naked redhead rubbing her wild pussy against his cock, he was forgetting the snatch of Jennie which had taken place at Mr. Big's.
"Oh yeah," Sally moaned as she raised herself high off his belly. She moved his bulbous tip against her swollen labia. Her juices were flowing, her. cunt soaking wet. "So big and so hot, Harold!"
Harold watched her cunt lips as they separated. His stem entered her womanly vagina easily. Sally was no teenager -- tight and smooth -- but a well-developed woman of twenty-eight. She knew how to control everything, including the muscles in her cunt. Somehow, with this luscious redhead sitting astride him, the loss of Jennie, and the million-dollar movie, seemed very far away.
"Oh . . . it's touching me!" Sally moaned as she lowered herself onto his stem. All of him had disappeared deep inside her. Sally leaned back and began undulating slowly on his cock. With her hand, she reached down between his legs and fondled his balls.
"Fuck me, Harold! It's sooo good!! ! "
Harold reached up and cupped her large breasts. The smooth flesh surrounding her nipples puckered beneath his touch. And Sally cried out in pleasure as he kneaded her large, silver dollar nipples.
"Oh, make it hurt! Hurt me, Harold!"
Sally was now moving like a machine against his groin, her vaginal lips pulsating around the intrusion of his cock. She seemed to suck his stem up inside her, to grab it and to hold it.
Harold gripped her breasts hard and held her tightly as he felt her begin to come. Her body seemed to shudder for a long minute as she whistled through her clenched teeth. A moment later, Harold felt himself go. His cock shuddered and throbbed deep inside her.
"Oh Harold!" Sally cried. "It was so good!"
As she climbed off his nude body, she leaned down and sucked his penis into her mouth. Slowly, gently she licked off the juices of her own sex until Harold was clean and dry. Then she pulled his bathing suit back over his penis and patted him affectionately. "There, now, did that make you feel better?"
Harold nodded. "Yeah. Get me another drink, will ya'? "
Sally smiled, took the glass and skipped nude into the kitchen. A moment later she returned with a full drink, plus four other people. Harold recognized Fat John immediately.
"Fat John, what the hell are you doing here?"
Fat John smiled, but there was a troubled and puzzled look on his face. "Hi Harold. I've brought some people . . . " And Fat John introduced Tom, Lorraine and Janis.
Harold looked at the rugged man, the older woman and finally came to rest on the young blonde. "You Janis, huh?" Harold asked directly.
Janis nodded.
"Take off your clothes, Janis," Harold ordered, waving to the nude figure of Sally as a way of saying it was all right.
"Uh, Harold," Fat John interrupted, "I don't think that's what these people want."
Janis smiled at the older man and quickly tore at her tee shirt, then removed her levis. Her nude body immediately brought a rise to Harold.
But Tom grew angry. "Janis!" he shouted. "We're here for other things!"
"But I thought maybe . . . " Janis began.
Harold looked at Tom, tearing his eyes away from the large-breasted teenager. "Okay buddy, why the hell are you here?"
Tom cleared his throat. "I'm looking for my daughter, Harold. Fat John said you would know where she is.
Harold chuckled. "'Another runaway, huh?"
"Yup," Tom replied icily.
"What's her name, bud. Maybe I can help you." Harold took a long sip from his drink and spit it out when Tom told him who his daughter was.
"My God, that's your kid?" Harold gasped, trying to stifle the choking cough.
"That's right, Harold. And we want her back!"
Harold shook his head slowly and sadly. "Doesn't everybody." he said sadly.
"Has something happened?" Lorraine asked in a panicky voice.
"Well, something has happened. But not to your daughter. I mean, she's all right and everything."
"Then where the hell is she?" Tom demanded.
Harold rose from his chair, patted Sally on the buttocks, and began pacing around the pool. "You people ever hear of a guy they call Mr. Big?"
Everyone looked to everyone else. No one came up with an answer.
"Well, this guy Mr. Big is supposed to be the third or fourth richest man in the world. Old money, lives in San Marino. That kind of shit. Mr. Big, besides owning a couple of airplane companies, is into making movies. Well, I thought he'd dig Jennie in one of his movies, so I took her there to meet Mr. Big."
"And?" Tom was looking at Harold anxiously.
"And," Harold continued, a deep sadness falling across his face, "it seems as though Mr. Big has fallen in love with your daughter."
There was a long silence, finally broken by Tom. "Listen, man, I don't care who's he's fallen in love with, we want our little girl back! You understand?"
Fat John cleared his throat, and everybody turned towards him. "Listen man, maybe she's happy."
"Happy?" Tom bellowed. "My little girl couldn't be happy until she comes home!"
Harold started arguing with Tom about the meaning of happiness. Suddenly they were all shouting at one another, their voices screeching. But they all stopped in sudden unison when they saw the two figures standing across the yard.
"Oh shit!" Fat John muttered. "A bust!"
The Captain and his wife, Bertha, walked slowly across the grass to where the group was standing. The Captain was decked out in his police finest, wearing his .45 conspicuously on his hip. "Just call. me Captain," the Captain said in a powerful voice. "Captain of Ocean City."
Harold looked at both of them and quickly swigged down the remainder of his drink. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I know of this child, Jennie," the Captain said. "And we've come for her."
"Come for her?" Tom shouted.
"That's right, mister, she needs a good home. A place that she can call her own. And Bertha and I have decided to provide her with that home."
"She's a lovely child!" Bertha added with a grin.
"But she's our child!" Lorraine screamed.
"A child of the universe!" Fat John added.
"That's heavy!" Janis grinned.
Bedlam broke out again as the new additions to the afternoon lawn party began arguing as to whose child Jennie was. Tom stopped the fracas by smashing a glass onto the cement.
"Now listen here!" Tom began, his desert voice cracking and strong. "Jennie is my little girl! She's mine! I was the first one to put it to her and she's . . . " Tom stopped suddenly when he realized what he had said. The silent faces stared at him.
"My God, Tom!" Lorraine said in a shocked voice. "You did that to our little girl!"
"I knew he did something to her," Janis piped in. "He's always after the young stuff."
The Captain shook his head disgustedly, but his eyes were focused on the young, nubile body of Janis. Fortunately, he wore reflector sunglasses.
"That poor child!" Bertha added.
"Well," Harold began, "now we know why she's been running like a scared rabbit. Shame on you!" Harold pointed a finger at Tom and shook it menacingly. "Shame on you!"
Tom had had enough. He grabbed Harold's hand, pulled him towards himself then stepped out of the way. Harold seemed to take off in flight as he headed for the water of the pool.
"Now that wasn't necessary, partner," the Captain said as he took a step towards Tom. It took nothing to throw the heavyset man off balance and land him in the pool.
"You know where this Mr. Big is?" Tom demanded of Fat John.
"Yeah, I know where he lives," Fat John replied.
"Well, you're gonna take me there and I'm gonna get my little girl!"
Lorraine and Janis ran after the two men as they stomped from the backyard. Janis was dragging her clothing with her, her firm young ass jiggling delightfully as she ran.
Bertha stood at the edge of the pool, screaming down at the two men who swam towards the edge, "Oh God," she cried over and over again, "I hate violence! I detest violence!! ! "
Tom, Janis, Fat John and Lorraine could hear Bertha's shrill voice for a good three blocks as they screamed out of the neighborhood and towards San Marino.