Chapter 5
Once again, and really getting annoyed this time, I drove my Volkswagen slowly down the potholed street trying to locate the address I had scribbled during Mr. Oxman's telephone conversation. It gave the new location of our acting school as Eighty-Six Starry-Eyed Way. Impatiently, I ran my eyes over the all-too-familiar signs one more time.
Near the end of the block, I pulled up in front of the only remaining structure-a vacant building shaped like a giant chili bowl. In fading, chipped paint, I could just make out the words "Poncho's Tacoteria" and the numerals "."
He must be kidding! I thought to myself as I grimaced at the dead weeds surrounding the sun-bleached building, its windows blanked out with black paint. Wanna bet? I answered myself, as I caught sight of a small, amateurishly-lettered sign which proclaimed: "Movie Star Drama Academy, Mr. Todd Oxman, Star Maker."
Full of curiosity, I hurried up to the door. My appointment with Mr. Oxman was to discuss the details of Violette's "exclusive super-stud contract." As my "legal adviser and manager," he was supposed to check it over, and I was already late. I opened the door and stepped inside.
The sound of many voices greeted me. The noise seemed to be coming from somewhere in the back of the building. I closed the door of the large, dimly-lit room and looked around. Restaurant chairs and stools were stacked in the center of what had obviously once been the coffee shop dining room. Tables and booths were pushed against them, and empty display cases were haphazardly arranged behind a long, curved counter. The stale odor of ancient chili and grease still hung in the air. At both ends of the counter were passageways leading to the back room. I headed for the hall at the left.
After a few steps, I was suddenly confronted by two figures in a passionate embrace. Even in the dark, I could see their bodies squirming, and their hands eagerly squeezing and pressing one another. Peering closer. I was able to see that they were both wearing skirts! As my eyes got accustomed to the dark, I recognized the two figures-Jodi and Dodie! Wow! I turned back, embarrassed, and headed for the passage at the opposite end of the room.
"Hey, champ!" I heard a voice yell out from the other hallway. It was Mr. Oxman, waving my precious contract in one hand as he approached me.
I glanced back toward the two girls, who had finally spotted me. They frantically tried to adjust their wrinkled clothing and messed-up hairdos and cover up their surprise and embarrassment. I ignored them and walked toward Mr. Oxman nonchalantly.
"Where the hell have you been, superstar?" he bellowed, throwing one arm too warmly around my shoulders, hugging me tight. "So you're already acting the star-late for your own first business appointment."
"Yeah, sorry about that," I apologized, pushing his arm off my back. "I got tied up at the last minute."
"I'll bet," Mr. Oxman winked, looking down between my legs lasciviously. "Who was the lucky broad?"
"Hey, is Violette's contract for real?" I changed the subject.
"Kid, that contract must he one of the most phenomenal arrangements in the entire history of the erotic cinema! That old bag has got to be the most brilliant businesswoman I've ever heard of! This document is legal, all right, and she's the one and only major financial beneficiary of this three-year investment in your potential box-office 'talent'!"
"Three years!" I groaned.
"Prentiss, I don't know if you really understand your position in these negotiations, but Violette La Fleur is a business executive first, and a woman much later-and baby, you're her newest interest!"
"Financially, you mean?" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, Violette obviously thinks you have definite box-office appeal, because this legal paper states in black and white that you are to receive a movie star salary, wage increases annually, top billing in All Starr featurettes, options for outside entertainment outlets, plus all expenses!" Mr. Oxman stared at me waiting for an overwhelming reaction.
"It's going to be an experience, I tell you!" I remarked dryly.
"My boy, with these three years of acting experience and exposure behind you, you'll certainly be ready for the legit theaters, and all these screaming, panting, and drooling youngsters out there will be waiting to see you in color Deluxe mm wide screen!" He -eyed me excitedly. "So let's be realistic, man. Violette's a clever flesh peddler at heart and realized the power of Kiddie Kontrol, which is so prevalent in this country today. Those brats are the idiots with the bread!"
"Three years," I mumbled unhappily to myself.
"Listen, Price Charming," Mr. Oxman continued, "I know you're dying to get back there and talk to the kids, but what I've got to say will only take a minute. Old buddy, you've just got to sign this contract right away! I mean, you can't afford to let another day pass-Miss La Fleur might have a change of heart." He laughed nervously. "To tell you the truth, I'm banking on your signature today, because I'm deeply committed already."
"Deeply committed?" I repeated, puzzled.
"Prentiss, look around you!" He grasped me by the shoulder and gestured proudly with one arm.
"Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about this toilet! What the hell are we doing in-"
"Of course, it doesn't look like much now," Mr. Oxman interrupted, sounding hurt, "but as an actor, can't you visualize this building as the new Movie Star Drama Academy's Theater in the Round?"
I looked at the cluttered, dusty, circular room and shrugged.
"I'm sure Miss La Fleur will approve and financially support the plans I've out-lined for this project, as long as her special baby is showcased with top billing in every one of our little theater productions."
"Yeah, she's a real patron of the arts," I smirked.
Mr. Oxman slapped me gently on the shoulders, chuckling nervously. He changed the subject. "I'm sure you'll be surprised and happy with another bit of news. I'm putting through a contract for your little friend Dodie to work here in the academy."
"Dodie?" I tried to sound flabbergasted.
"I thought you would like that," he winked like a conspirator. "It was really Mr. King who suggested that she was highly qualified to teach in our projected personal improvement class and television commercial workshop. You know, makeup, visual poise and wardrobe, posture and carriage, and acting techniques before the camera."
I laughed uproariously. "Uhhuh, I've seen her credentials."
"Everything's ready to roll as soon as you sign on the dotted line, lad-brochures, a photo call with Mr. King for publicity stills, and on-camera instruction for TV and motion pictures. Then we install complete video and tape recording equipment et cetera, and the sky's limit!" He ended grandly and a little out of breath.
"It's so wonderful to be wanted," I remarked.
"I can only repeat. Prentiss, you know who your friends are." Mr. Oxman smiled broadly. shoving a pen and the contract in my face.
"Hi muscles!" a loud, shrill voice sounded behind me. It was Dodie. She ran toward me with little mincing steps. "Surprise, surprise!" she gleefully shouted, winking at me as she threw her arms enthusiastically around mv neck.
Mr. Oxman looked over at her, unhappy with the interruption.
"What do you know? It's forty-two, twenty-two, thirty-five," I cried, squeezing her familiar shape in a warm embrace. "Like, man, you know, I dig you working here at the school."
"It's really weird how things turn out, huh?" she squealed in delight, her eyes running up and down my body with hungry lust. "Of course, I haven't signed Mr. Oxman's contract yet, but I sure could use the bread after that old fart got me fired at All Starr."
"Yeah, what a bummer!" I sympathized.
"You see, it's all up to you, young fella," Mr. Oxman intoned, beginning to sound plaintive and continuing to shove the paper and pen at me.
Just then, a deep voice interrupted. It was Jodi. "Mr. Oxman, you're wanted on the telephone in the back room."
"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Oxman whined in irritation as he hurried down the hall, still holding the pen and the unsigned contract.
"Congratulations, Prentiss," Jodi said frigidly. "I heard all about your successful 'audition' with her nibs," she smirked. "You know, Mona still hasn't gotten over hers."
"Yeah, I can imagine what a change it must have been for her," I countered, staring at her accusingly.
Jodi laughed. "Don't eat your heart out, buster. Mona's straight-and I ought to know!"
"Thank God for small favors," I said.
"Jodi, would you please excuse us for a moment?" Dodie pleaded. "I have something very important to discuss with Prentiss-before it's too late!"
"Sure, honey," Jodi smiled, patting Dodie's ass affectionately. She turned to me. "You've already auditioned Dodie, stud, so don't keen everybody waiting." Jodi about-faced and walked briskly back down the hallway.
"Dyke!" I muttered disgustedly.
"I've only got a sec, handsome," Dodie said in exasperation, as she dragged me by the arm toward the passageway. "The rest of the crew are way in the back, but there's a place right here where we can talk without anybody hearing us," she went on, leading me down the hall and turning into a pitch-black area behind the backs of the stacked display cases and what looked like a thin wall divider.
"Groovy-nice and dark." I followed approvingly. When we stopped in the darkness, I immediately pushed my hand down into her low-cut blouse, pressing and caressing the braless titties.
"You bum!" Dodie flinched, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. "Someone will hear us, dodo!"
"Good! Then we can have a wild sex orgy!" I laughed, feeling blindly with my other hand beneath her tight skirt. As usual, she wore no panties, so I eagerly drove my stiff fingers into the moist softness. Dodie recoiled, caught unaware, as I impetuously twisted and probed inside the opening.
"Jeez!" she gasped, trying to go on in a matter-of-fact tone of voice in spite of my frantic actions below. "It's supposed to be a surprise party for you in there, because Todd-I mean, Mr. Oxman-wanted to celebrate the signing of that rotten contract old motherfucker Violette is baiting you with!"
"No!" I answered melodramatically. "All for my little ole 'talent'?"
"Oh, don't be a smart-assed punk, Prentiss!" Dodie pleaded, her body squirming as I scraped her clitoris back and forth with the fingers of one hand, while with the other, I kneaded the hard, ripe nipples cresting her fleshy, white mounds. She stammered on. "I'm just trying to tell it to you like it is, idiot! Once you sign that funkie paper, you'll just be another slave of that dirty old woman's profit and pleasure! Ask Millard if you don't-"
"Feel that nice fat hard-on coming on?" I interrupted, pulling my wet hand from between her trembling legs, reaching for one of her hands, and pressing it firmly against the swelling stiffness. "Do you think you can still handle nine inches of steel-hard cock?"
"Okay, so you don't want to rap about what a man-eater that monster really is!" Dodie shrugged, a little irritated but unable to resist my temptations.
"I'm only interested in cockeaters at this point!" I smirked, removing my sweating hand from her quivering breasts.
All of a sudden, Dodie began tearing at the fly buttons bulging over my mammoth erection. Together, we yanked and tugged my immense sex machine through the opening in my fly. At last, Dodie held that taut, loaded pole in a tight grip. Kneeling down, she moved her tongue all the way down my lengthy manhood, her nose buried deep in the mass of curly blond hair, her expert sucking filling my body with delightful sensations.
"Oh, wow!" I tried to restrain myself, grabbing the back of her highly-teased hairdo with both my hands, shoving her bobbing head down hard onto the generous endowment. "Lay it on me, baby. Suck it good and tight!"
As her hands jacked up and down over the thick-veined base, her tongue darting speedily over the sensitive cocktip, titillating my senses down to my quivering toes, I drove my pleasure-giving instrument upward and inward with abandon, filling up her warm, moist mouth and throat.
At that exact moment, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Oxman rushing past in the dim light of the hall, the contract still clutched in his hand. Without interrupting Dodie's intense sex play below, I leaned forward, ready to grab Mr. Oxman on his return. A minute later, as he hurried back, I reached out and clutched his arm roughly, yanking him forcibly into the darkness beside us.
"Oooooh!" he yelped in fright as he struggled to break away from my grip.
"It's only me-Prentiss!" I reassured him, amused at his panic. "And Dodie."
"You son of a bitch!" he blurted out, then, calming down, he went on, "I mean, my boy, don't ever do that again! My heart, you know."
Just then, Dodie gagged as I shoved my entire thick shaft in so far it seemed to hit the back of her palate.
"What are you two up to?" Mr. Oxman questioned coyly.
"We're celebrating the future signing of that 'fantastic' contract in our own way, and if you want me to really sign it, you better join the party!" I threatened, pushing Dodie's fevered mouth off my pulsing hotness and turning her toward Mr. Oxman. "Dodie, honey, go get him!"
Mr. Oxman gasped in shock as Dodie unzipped his trousers and went to work.
Without further ado, I felt for Dodie's waist and hoisting her pelvis upward to meet my giant dick, I aimed my straining cannon at the heavenly target tucked underneath Dodie's chunky behind. "What a pussy!" I commented contentedly, driving homeward crazily. The combination of sensations-the darkness, Mr. Oxman's panting, the noisy party in the back room, and Dodie's pulsating pocket-almost sent up my first heavy load of seething seed without further stimulation.
"Oh, you beautiful child," I heard Mr. Oxman croon. "I'm afraid I shan't be able to take this much longer."
"Don't come already, for Christ's sake," I warned angrily, removing my pulsing hose from the trembling warm haven of Dodie's twat. She whimpered unhappily. Without a word, I grabbed her shivering body, turned her completely around so that her head faced my groin again, and pushed her onto my drooling staff one more time. I sighed in ecstasy as her professional cocksucking know-how took over.
Mr. Oxman let out a sigh of relief.
"If you're ready to come, Oxman, do it in Dodie's hole right now. You can't miss it!" I explained as if he were a schoolboy.
Meanwhile, Dodie's mouth was tightening down as she waggled her head from side to side in a mad frenzy. At the same time, her hands kneaded and caressed my loosely-hanging testicles firmly.
"There's nothing like doing it in a cunt after somebody else has already filled it with jizz. It's always so good and squishy!" I bragged.
Mr. Oxman was making noises like an exploding steam engine. "I'm sorry, kids, it's too late. I can't stop this thing! I'm going to have a climax." And without even touching Dodie, poor old Oxman came off, yelping in a high-pitched staccato.
"Come, man, come!" I coaxed, as I strained to join his gratification, and drove wildly and unrestrainedly into Dodie's gurgling throat, the moist month completely devouring my tearing monstrosity. "Go ahead do it-do it!"
"Dear God, it's too much for me," Oxman moaned, gasping and panting uncontrollably. There was a squirting sound like a Coke bottle being opened and then several wet plops hit the floor. Everything was silent for a minute except for Mr. Oxman's loud breathing.
"Are you all right, Mr. Oxman?" I asked, a little frightened that he might have a heart attack.
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes indeed!' Mr. Oxman answered weakly, still breathing heavily. "You two just go on without me." Finally, he sank to the ground with a thud!
At this exact moment, I saw Jodi pass by down the dimly-lit hallway, her arms folded tightly under her huge bosom.
Feeling evil, I pushed Dodie's mouth off my palpitating joint, and lifting her by the shoulders to a standing position, I turned her around till she faced the hallway. As Jodi walked by again, I shoved Dodie straight as she fell into Jodi's arms. Together, they almost stumbled onto the floor.
Trying to keep a straight face, I stepped out of the pitch blackness, grabbed Dodie by the arm, and scolded her in mock severity. "We're not through with you yet!" Jodi's eyes focused unbelievingly on my glistening penis, looming threateningly before her. Pretending to ignore her, I pulled Dodie back into the orgy area.
"Just a minute, buster!" Jodi announced gruffly, grabbing hold of Dodie's other arm and yanking her back. "What do you mean, Sve'?" She squinted into the mysterious dark bypass.
"Didn't you hear? Mr. Oxman and I are 'auditioning' for a new leading lady in my first motion picture under All Starr's banner. You know, Violette likes 'em young and busty!" I lied, glancing down at Jodi's huge bosom. "Whoever the lucky broad might be!" I added temptingly, then began to drag Dodie back in with me.
"Not so fast, stud!" Jodi continued, pulling Dodie back once more. "You mean Mr. Oxman is in there somewhere?" she questioned, her lovely face lighting up with surprise. "Well, blondie here has already been tester' and discarded, so what about this chick?" She pointed to her own big orbs, still watching my stiff "talent" pulsing regularly.
"You know where we're auditioning," I replied, jerking my thumb toward the dark and dragging poor passive Dodie back into my den of iniquity.
"What do I have to do in there to audition?" Jodi grimaced, following me hesitantly.
"First thing is not to walk on Mr. Oxman," I remarked dryly. "He's flat on his ass, recuperating between rounds."
"Todd-telephone! Todd-come out wherever you are!" a high-pitched voice chirped from the back, and then sounded closer.
Except for Mr. Oxman's heavy wheezing, we didn't make a sound as the girl passed by. It was Mona! We all sighed a relief as we recognized her, with those voluptuous titties swaying loosely under her flimsy jacket and that long, brunette hair flowing gracefully down her back.
"Mona!" Jodi exclaimed abruptly, stepping suddenly out of our sex den.
Mona jumped in fright, but when she recognized Jodi, her eyes flashed with anger. "For God's sake! With friends like you, who needs enemies?"
Jodi laughed. "Oxman's in there with Prentiss and Dodie." She pointed an accusing finger. "What do you want him for?"
Mona answered nervously. "Oh, because Miss Violette La Fleur's private secretary is waiting on the phone." She was obviously impressed.
"Violette?" Jodi's face lit up. "Listen, sweets, I'll take care of the call, because they're all hung up in there auditioning promising starlets for All Starr's nudie goddess of love!"
"They are?" Mona drooled, staring inquisitively into our hideout. "Golly, is anybody eligible?"
"Sure! You said you'd do anything to be in the 'glamour and glitter of the movie world.' Well, this is where it's at!" With that, Jodi shoved Mona into our murky little love-in, then ran down the passageway toward the back.
Mona let out a startled cry as she stumbled into my lusty hug, and tried to back away as she felt the pressure of my naked hard-on.
"Hi, Venus, it's only little me-Prentiss!" I reassured her, my hands hungrily caressing her shapely, young form. "Jodi's not putting you on, pet, the skin-flick adultdom would go out of their minds to see your 'sexciting' lush body projected on the silver screen!"
"No bullshitting, green eyes, you're hearing it straight from the horse's mouth," Dodie interrupted, breaking up our snug hold by deliberately pushing her' hands between our squashed bodies. She cupped Mona's trembling boobs greedily.
I groaned with annoyance as Mona gasped, perplexed and embarrassed.
"Take it from this superstar," Dodie went on, her fingers busily tearing at the buttons on the front of Mona's jacket, "with recommendations from both of us to Mr. King and Violette, you'll automatically become the reigning sex symbol of the porno-film industry! Right, muscles?"
"Uhhuh, so don't blow it, gorgeous," I warned in mock seriousness, as I felt in the dark for the zipper to Mona's pants. "From here, it's clear sailing to skin fame and fortune!"
"How can you help but dig that?" Dodie sounded zealous, meanwhile frantically tearing the jacket off Mona's unresisting arms. "Just think-your heavenly body rocketed outa orbit to the pinnacle of full-fledged stage-cinema queen!"
"And Violette doesn't hassle with actresses who have any sexual cop outs or hang-ups!" went on earnestly, yanking down on Mona's underpants. "Get her warmed up for the screen test, Dodie!" I ordered in a businesslike tone, as I disrobed myself in a frenzy.
"Yes, sir!" Dodie replied dutifully, and went to work.
"Prentiss!" Mona pleaded, as Dodie's hungry tongue drove into her tender, unspoiled pussy, licking and lapping wildly.
By now, I was completely naked, and nestled my standing stiffness into the warm, soft cleft of Mona's quivering buttocks. At the same time, I reached around and caressed her fleshy, shivering globes.
"Prentiss, I haven't done anything since that time...." Mona tried to explain, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
I brushed my lips across her cheek, and interrupting her confession, glued my mouth on hers, tongue kissing hard and sensuously.
Mr. Oxman's annoying puffing continued as an obbligato to our three-way orgy.
At last, Mona pulled her mouth from mine, gasping for breath. "What are you two sex fiends doing to me?" she choked, as Dodie went on sucking noisily, and my thick fullness snuggled closer than ever between the moist, wobbling cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers farther into her hot balloon-like mounds.
"That's enough, Dodie! I think she's ready now for the big and important test!" I ordered excitedly, whirling Mona's languid and willing torso around to face me. Encircling her small waist, I shoved my immense cock directly into the yielding, liquid-slick tunnel, steering myself upward in one long, straight thrust! "Oh, honey, together-tighter and tighter!"
Mona clutched me almost frantically. "That thing's too damn huge for me!" she wailed in pain. "Take it out!"
"Shut up!" I snapped in my usual chivalrous manner. "You wanted to be a movie star, didn't you? Well, this is the way you break into the big time!" I panted, continuing to plow unmercifully through her spreading canal, the throbbing and rapturous sensations completely enveloping my burrowing tool.
Just then, Mr. Oxman came to life. Dodie was making the best of things by going to work on him again. "What? Oh, no, not another time, Dodie! Dear girl, you'll be the death of me yet!"
"What d'ya mean?" Dodie snorted. "Knock off the rap session and just keep it up!" she commanded.
Meanwhile, "back at the ranch." T hoisted Mona's shivering frame upward with one mighty heave so that her wide-flung hips straddled me. Then I juggled her shuddering pelvis till I felt the hot flesh of her vagina stretching wider to engulf my pleasure-giving prick clear down to its rock-hard base.
"Please stop for a minute!" Mona sobbed in distress, her lees wound around my behind, her arms hanging: listlessly over my sweating shoulders, and her hips bucking against my thrusting sex machine.
"Relax, babe, because we're going to be here a long time with this tryout!" I replied with enjoyment, rocking her bouncing figure back and forth in a mighty bear hug, my hairy chest pressing into her moist, round orbs. A flowing stream of overspreading sensual feeling flooded my balls, with an overwhelming urge to shoot my love juice straight into her squeezing target.
"Oh, darling it's happening again like...." Mona stammered with each hammering blow from my slippery, loaded cannon. "Oh, I love you so much-really I do! Kiss me now!" she begged, and clenched her arms around my neck. Her legs were still locked tensely under my straining hold.
"You're a winner, baby!" I sweet-talked, as we crushed our mouths together like two maniacs in a lustful delirium. I made a contented noise in my throat as her body jerked and convulsed. Her contracting muscles seemed to send thrill after thrill up my fiery lance, its soaking erection all ready to spiral doses of gooey semen into her.
"Beautiful, Venus, just beautiful!" I choked into her ear, my pulsating shaft driving easily through the flushing barrel with all my strength and virility. "Go, girl, go!" I shouted crazily.
From below, I could hear Mr. Oxman moaning along with Dodie. "I'm going to die-I know it!" Mr. Oxman moaned in one long ecstasy.
"Sock it to me, pops! I could bounce on this thing till the cows come home," Dodie rejoiced, as they both came off at once, groaning and gasping like two animals in heat!
Suddenly, there were loud voices from the front of the building. Then we heard a familiar voice bawling with annoyance, "Where the shit are the lights in this joint anyway?"
My God, not Violette! I thought of myself, a little frightened at the thought.
"Mr. Oxman is trying to save on the electricity," I distinctly heard Jodi's low-pitched whisper. "They're here somewhere, Miss La Fleur."
Without warning, the overhead lights went on, brilliantly illuminating our little orgy corner. We were momentarily blinded by the all-encompassing whiteness. As I slowly regained my eyesight, I could make out several figures standing in the passageway. The sound of excited chattering voices drew closer from the back. After a few blinks, my eyes cleared enough to see Vio lette La Fleur staring furiously into our Sodom and Gomorrah. Beside her, pretending to be shocked, stood Millard, Homer, and Jodi. Behind them, a group of gawking students from the school party in the back room gaped dumb-eyed at our sex lair.
"Hi, Violette, what's new?" I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, as I took in her silvery-blonde hair piled stiff and high with curls, her gaudy jewelry sparkling in the bright light and her body wrapped richly in a full-length chinchilla coat. She was really dressed up for our party!
"This is certainly an unexpected pleasure, Miss La Fleur," Mr. "Oxman whined lamely as he struggled to push Dodie off his sprawled-out form.
"Violette La Fleur!" Mona exclaimed in awe as she unraveled herself from my strong grip. There was a powerful "popping" sound as my slippery cock sprang loose from Mona's drooling twat.
Everyone gasped in astonishment at the sight of my glistening monstrosity, palpitating in midair.
"Good God, you asshole idiot!" Violette screamed at Mr. Oxman. "This is a helluva note! Using my 'crown prince of the nudies' for your personal classroom instruction."
"They were just auditioning me for your nudie goddess of love," Mona explained, ill at-ease, as she hastily tried to pull her clothes back on under the penetrating glances of her fellow classmates, making sure that Violette first got a good look at her youthful nakedness.
"I wonder where I dropped my note pad. This coaching of beginners sure takes a lot out of one," Dodie explained unconvincingly, as she stood up, pulling her miniskirt lower, trying unsuccessfully to cover the streaks of come running down from her damp patch.
"I thought we got rid of Jell-brains," Violette interrupted. She spoke directly to Homer, looking coldly through Dodie as if she didn't exist.
"I'll make a special notation to speak to Mr. King," Homer answered prissily.
"I want you to know you're definitely on my shit list, Oxman," Violette roared, pointing one heavily-braceleted arm at him. "How bizarre can you get?"
"Nasty old man!" Homer simpered, watching Mr. Oxman frantically trying to zip up his messy fly.
"Just hand me the signed contract and I'll forget about this miserable incident," Violette continued, still raging.
"The contract! Oh, my goodness!" Mr. Oxman shouted in fear as he looked around the room desperately. "I had it right here in my hand, when...." He stopped short, felt between his legs, and finally produced several wet, crumpled sheets of paper, the printed matter smeared and blurred with blotches of white, stringy jizz.
Everyone gasped, horrified, then turned in unison toward Violette.
"Out of here I Everybody clear out of this joint!" Violette shrieked, her be jeweled arms waving wildly and her heavily-lashed eyes fluttering in anger. "Homer, you and Millard see that Prentiss and I aren't disturbed until I open the front door."
"Yes, madame," Homer answered obediently, and joined Millard in shoving everyone toward the door.
"You blabbermouth!" Mona turned on Jodi as they marched away. "Now you've ruined everything for Prentiss."
"Shit-heel is the word for Jodi!" I called after them, as they vanished from sight.
"And I thought we were going to be such good friends, Jodi. You female Benedict Arnold !" I could hear Dodie saying disgustedly as she disappeared down the passageway.
"Don't get pissed off at me, honey," Jodi answered defiantly. "Violette asked me to keep my eye on that All American schmuck."
The door slammed, and Violette and I were alone, facing each other silently. Her mascaraed eyes blinked nervously, then narrowed with lust as they focused on my shiny, monumental "talent."
"Why do you insist on getting involved with those Mickey Mouse chicks, darling, when you have me?" Violette cooed in a syrupy tone of voice, slowly letting her fur coat drop to the floor, revealing her full-length, form-fitting white satin dress. "You're the only one who treats me like this, you know that?" she whimpered, removing her sparkling diamond necklace, bracelets, and earrings, one by one. "My knockers are riper than those babies any day!" she bragged, unzipping the back of her dress.
I watched her without moving.
"Oh, I get it," she went on, by now a little annoyed at my silence, kicking her pumps to the side and letting her dress drop to the ground. "You want more goodies in your contract," she laughed, unfastening her huge bra, her tremendous siliconed tits bouncing voluptuously up and down. "You don't realize it, stud, but I've already got too much invested in our future, and I'm no fool. Being around me is a full-time job, I know," she winked, licking her lips, as her eyes feasted on the sight of my throbbing, fleshy piece of meat. Finally, pushing down her panties, Violette sidled over, her hips swaying sexily.
I gulped as I felt my eyes riveting on the thick, furry mound between her heavy legs.
"Why don't you say something, sweetheart?" Violette asked as she stood behind me, rubbing the soft fluffy hairs of her groin against my rump. She pressed her two enormous bare breasts against my back, and, reaching around with one hand, began jacking off my upright joint.
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to utter a sound of satisfaction as her piston-like action spread a tingling sensation through my crotch.
"I just might marry you and keep you full time, plus save myself a lot of dough, too," she laughed nervously, her other hand squeezing my bulky shoulder tightly. "Who knows, I might even throw in a little bonus here and there," she kidded.
Still, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to show the tantalizing thrills that were passing from her jerking hand through my body. Then, as she leaned fiat against my back, she pumped roughly up and down on my massive hotness with both hands.
Violette sighed petulantly. "What does my big, beautiful creature want anyway-besides that contract-to make it legal?" she questioned coquettishly. Her hands left my pride and joy, as she ran her fingers eagerly over my thickly matted chest.
"A brand-new sports car, my own credit cards for clothes, food, and gas, and ten grand in cash!" I finally answered coldly, I could feel Violette's long nails digging into my flesh, betraying her shock. Then she relaxed and shrugged. "Like I said, brains, muscles, and being hung, too, is a real rarity."
"Business is business, baby." I tried to sound hard and swung around to face her, my colossal hard-on waving temptingly. "I'm only in this rat race for the money and fame, so I've got what you want and you've got what I need. Now let's make a deal-not sign a contract-and we'll shake on it." I extended my hand toward her.
"I'd rather 'lay' on it," Violette winked, licking her lips as she took in that taut, shiny pillar, one hand resting on her swelling hip.
I laughed as I walked over to the coat she had dropped to the floor, spread it out fully with the expensive chinchilla side facing up, and motioned for Violette to lie down. "Pleasure before business, I always say."
"Does this mean I can't wear white at our wedding?" Violette wisecracked, tiptoeing over happily. Sprawling on her back, her arms folded behind her head, her legs spread wide. She -eyed me expectantly, waiting for my attack.
"Here's to a successful and profitable union," I remarked like a businessman completing a deal. I grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet high into the air, and pushed her knees back until they bent and rested over her huge bosoms. Violette let out a loud grunt, her face contorted and flushed beet red. Leaning over her upraised buttocks, I gazed directly into her exposed pubic mound. The soft pink-lipped flesh of her vagina seemed to open in anticipation.
"You're really original, I'll say that for you," Violette panted,, trying to ignore the discomfort of her position. Her knees were now resting beyond her shoulders.
I laughed under my breath, as I dipped my probing tongue into the long, warm slit, the wiry platinum hairs tickling the edge of my moving wetness. Violette sighed with contentment as my lips gently nibbled and pulled on her rubbery extended clitoris. Spreading her crevice wider with my fingers, I tongued deeper into the pulsing dampness, sweeping around the walls and into the flexing tunnel.
"You're sending me right up to the ceiling, kid," Violette puffed, distraught.
Reaching down with my hands under her waist, I heaved her entire body upward so that her legs straddled my shoulders. Violette groaned with the effort, as she was forced to hold her whole torso up with the weight of her carcass resting entirely on her elbows. Her crotch was sandwiched into my face as I ate her furry pussy with gusto, my nose breathing deeply of the hairy bush covering her snatch.
Later, I switched signals, and grabbing her spongy fanny, I raised it still higher into the air until her rosy rectum faced my open mouth.
"Do you like to be fucked in the ass?" I asked. Not waiting for an answer, I lapped greedily into her tight but yielding, hair-encircled asshole with a clean sweep of my searing tongue. "I'm blowing my mind out over your body!" I gasped as I came up for air.
Then I let her rear slide down until her moist palpitating anus met the tip of my round, bulbous cocktip. For just an instant, we touched. Electricity seemed to spark between us.
"Don't stop now, you adorable peach!" Violette murmured amorously, wiggling her soft buns, begging for my stiff entry.
Without further persuasion, I launched my enormous peter solidly in a plunging break-through. Violette's tight slickness was torn wide-open by my ruthless thrust. She shrieked in pain and surprise as I drove viciously homeward! All the way to the very bottom of her violated guts!
I yelled in glee, and at the same time, rammed several fingers down into her open cunt. Barbarously, I twisted and churned my hand inside the moist twat, while pumping with abandon into her chunky behind, my loose-hanging testicles hitting her posterior with soft thuds.
"You're driving me out of my frigging mind!" Violette cried crazily, her trembling arms folded over her head. "You're like some kind of wild animal!"
"You're so damn tight down there, I'm ready to explode!" I growled, withdrawing my throbbing pole from her abused anus, the heightened sensation almost discharging my precious love juice. Then, I pulled back and fell forward with all my weight over her doubled-up body. Her legs squashed between the two of us, my massive rod easily pushing back into her wide-spread, damp patch. I resumed pounding away in a kind of savage fury.
Violette sank her long fingernails into my perspiring neck and crushed her avid mouth to mine with animal passion. I reached down with my hands, gripped her velvety rear end, and twisted my pelvis against her shuddering buttocks like a mad dog in heat. In a final burst of mounting pleasure, I dug my toes into the soft fur coat for leverage as I ground into her with all my strength in a slow, languorous rhythm, the rising urge to shoot my seething cargo only minutes away.
Once again, and just in time, I pulled my still loaded cannon from Violette's steamy hotness, and swinging my body completely around hers, I knelt over her head, my pulsing sex machine just inches from her gaping mouth. Violette couldn't help crying out in disappointment as her trembling legs fell back limp onto the chinchilla coat, but she didn't waste a second missing out on her new opportunity. Her lips swallowed my lengthy, hard shaft all the way to the base in one massive gulp.
Falling over her sprawled-out torso, my head landed in her thickly-matted pussy. I dove into her glistening vagina, tonguing through the soft folds and under the hair-covered lips of her warm slickness. Stroke for stroke, we ate heartily of each other's privates, savoring the delicious juices with lustful relish.
In minutes, our sighs became rapturous groans, our bobbing movements became more violent, and then both our bodies grew rigid and tense. We both reached our long-delayed climax at the same instant. I pushed my thrusting hose with one final heave into Violette's gagging throat, as her pumping groin shoved upward in one final gesture of sensual submission.
Downward and on and on, I seemed to ejaculate convulsively into Violette's welcoming warm mouth. Her orgasm was stupendous.
Much later, scarcely able to lift myself, I fell off Violette's steamy body onto the torn and pummeled fur wrap, in a heavy stupor. We both lay still, panting and moaning, gasping for breath. I was completely drained, unable to move a muscle.
But I could still think, and my mind was in a whirl. I felt that at last a kind of contract between us had been officially signed, sealed, and delivered. Not written out maybe, but as real as the weight and length of my cock in Violette's cunt. I knew now that she'd do anything for me!
But in the triumph of the moment, I forgot all the warnings, forgot that any contract between me and Violette La Fleur would inevitably end up as my "own steel trap."