Chapter 3
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Sharon Stingly woke up bright-eyed and ready to go at seven o'clock in the morning. She simply could not sleep very well. So, after tossing and turning all night, she decided to rise and shine. She was too nervous to eat, so she drank about six cups of coffee and listened to the radio and watched the morning soap operas on the television until noon.
At exactly twelve noon, a huge gleaming, black Cadillac limo pulled up in front of her apartment. As she hurried to gather her hand-bag and lock up the place, she kept waiting for the driver to honk the horn. Then she realized that chauffeurs simply did not honk horns for actresses. They knew their place. They were paid to wait patiently.
Savoring her newfound power, Sharon slipped into the bathroom and, once again, ran the comb through her long brown hair. She admired herself in the mirror, assumed various and assorted poses -sexy, lewd, little-girl pretty, stern and upright-was pleased with her performance, and strolled to the chauffeur-driven Cadillac.
The driver opened the rear door for her, and she sat down in the plush interior. Although it took an hour to reach Miss Lola Fontaine's luxurious mansion in Malibu, the time seemed to whisk by. Sharon was there before she knew it.
Before she even reached the huge redwood door, a naked maid had opened it.
"Miss Lola Fontaine is reclining by the pool," the maid said politely. "She will see you shortly. Please have a seat in the waiting room."
Sharon followed the maid to the waiting room. She was stunned! The waiting room was as big as Sharon's entire apartment. Sharon sat and waited. And waited. And waited. She waited for two hours. Finally, at exactly three o'clock, the naked maid reappeared, and beckoned Sharon to follow her to the pool, where Miss Fontaine was waiting.
After what seemed like an interminable walk through a maze of corridors, Sharon was led out onto a gigantic patio which encircled a huge swimming pool built in the shape of a five-pointed star.
"Miss Lola Fontaine is at the far end of the patio," the maid informed Sharon. "Go to her, and, good luck," she said with a wink.
Sharon gasped as she caught sight of Miss Lola Fontaine. The beautiful blonde movie star was stretched out in a chaise lounge. Her shapely long legs were splayed apart, draped casually over the arms of the lounge chair. Her voluptuous deep-tanned body was naked, except for a pair of sexy black open-toed shoes with very high pencil-thin silver heels. The heels were imbedded with real diamonds and rubies.
Four beautiful nude young maids were servicing the reclining film star. Each young beauty performed a specific task. Each task was more degrading than the others.
One naked girl stood behind her mistress, combing the woman's lengthy blonde tresses with a silver comb. Two other maids-equally as young-knelt on either side of the chaise lounge, kissing Miss Lola Fontaine's feet. And the fourth nubile young maid knelt directly in front of the blonde beauty.
Her face was pressed between the voluptuous movie star's lovely, glistening thighs. And she was sucking Miss Fontaine's cunt.
Sharon Stingly simply could not believe her own eyes. She shook her head in disbelief, trying to clear her befuddled brain. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? she wondered. Or was this scene actually happening? She opened her eyes wide and, once again, surveyed the wicked scene. She listened carefully to Miss Lola Fontaine. The woman was writhing in sexual bliss and gasping in wanton delight.
"Oh, yes," Lola Fontaine hissed in a wicked and cruel voice. "Suck my gorgeous pussy, my little slave wench. Suck my beautiful cunt. Lick me. Eat me out. Swallow all of my tasty cunt-oils, you lucky little bitch. Suck my lovely clit into your hot little mouth. Unnnggghhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, yes, it feels so fucking good. Go to it, my little cunt licker. Make your mistress feel good. Make me cum!"
The beautiful maid thrust her face forward and gripped Miss Fontaine's clit tightly, but tenderly, between her lips. She gingerly chewed on the beautiful blonde's clit, tugging tenderly on the gorgeous blonde's sensitive love-button. She pulled Miss Fontaine's clit out of its cuntal sheath until it was stretched to the limit. Then she released her tight gripping lips and her mistress' clit snapped back into her blonde-haired pussy.
"Good God!" Miss Fontaine rasped. "You really do know how to suck my lovely blonde cunt, you slit-sucking cunt. You cunt-lapping whore. Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her maid promptly repeated her lewd clit-snapping performance on the cunt of the beautiful movie star. "I'll have to use you more often, my little slave bitch. Maybe I'll even make you my personal cunt-licker and deprive my other slaves of the privilege of sucking my gorgeous million-dollar cunt."
"No!" the three other maids cried out in unison. As if on cue, they took to their demeaning tasks with great vigor. The two kneeling young beauties licked Miss Lola Fontaine's high heeled shoes and lavished wet kisses on her perfectly chiseled bare toes. The girl who stood behind the famous film star began to comb the voluptuous blonde's hair with quicker strokes and occasionally bent over to kiss the woman's long golden tresses.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Miss Lola Fontaine laughed wickedly. Her laugh was tinged with a wicked tone. "I just love how you all work so hard to pleasure me when I threaten to cut you off. When I threaten to deprive you of the privilege of sucking my beautiful cunt. Keep up the good work, my little slave bitches. Pleasure me. Comb my hair. Kiss my feet. Lick my shoes. And I will reward you with the delicious taste of my million-dollar pussy."
"Yes, mistress," the three naked maids responded. Once again, they spoke in unison, as though they were human robots. The fourth maid could not speak, for her mouth was buried in Miss Fontaine's cunt. She was sucking her mistress' cunt. And loving every second of it.
Miss Fontaine slid further down in her chaise lounge, pressing her cunt-lips into the mouth of the twat-sucking maid.
"Unnnggghhhh!" she gasped. "It feels so damned good. So fucking good. Keep sucking my lovely pussy, slave. Suck harder!" she commanded. "I'm almost there. I am going to cum in a minute. Just a bit more and . . . I'm gonna . . . cum!"
The beautiful, young, kneeling cunt-sucker sluiced her tongue in and out of Miss Fontaine's tight, hot dripping cunt. She worked hard to bring the lovely blonde bitch to an all-consuming orgasm. She lapped, licked, kissed and sucked the beautiful movie star's cunt, grinding her pretty face into the moaning woman's hot pussy. Lola Fontaine's cunt-juice poured from her hot twat, covering her young maid's face with slimy, viscous cunt-nectar. The girl sucked her cunt in frenzied, passionate lust. She was overcome with wanton desires, and did everything in her power to pleasure her wicked mistress.
Sharon Stingly viewed the lewd scene in total amazement and wonder. As she watched the four young beauties serving the voluptuous blonde movie star, Sharon felt mixed emotions. Here was the world-renowned movie star-Miss Lola Fontaine, writhing in the throes of obscene sexual bliss. In a lesbian love scene. But it really was not a love scene. It was a depraved, perverted sex scene. And Miss Fontaine was playing the part of a confirmed sadist. She was treating her four maids as slaves. Her cunt was being sucked by a lovely young maid, while another girl combed and kissed her long blonde hair. And two more maids-or slaves-kissed her feet.
My heavens! Sharon thought. What a wicked and depraved way for the beautiful movie star to behave! It was certainly an incredibly decadent, wicked and depraved way in which to act. But, Sharon thought, producer, Avery Craven, and director, Harry Steinburg, were rather kinky too. Could it be that all successful Hollywood people had bizarre sexual tastes? Sharon was absolutely stunned by the lascivious and evil scene that she beheld. And then the thought hit her like a thunderbolt: would she act like Miss Lola Fontaine when she became a million-dollar star? The very thought made her shiver and shudder.
"Oh, yes," Miss Fontaine hissed wickedly. "It won't take long now. Keep on sucking my cunt, my little slave bitch. Keep licking and sucking my lovely clit and my beautiful cunt."
The kneeling girl worked fast and hard, lapping and sucking the beautiful blonde's steaming cunt until Miss Fontaine moaned and gasped in the ecstasy of a thrilling orgasm.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gasped. "Yes. Oh, yes." Her thighs trembled. Her pussy-lips spasmed in the mouth of her maid. Cunt-juice poured from her twat, soaking her maid's face with hot, slippery pussy-nectar. Miss Fontaine's beautiful face glistened with sweat. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red.
Miss Lola Fontaine began to relax. She came and her cunt was satisfied. She reclined and relaxed in her lounge chair. Her cunt-licking maid crawled off to the side and knelt reverently.
Sharon Stingly watched in awe as the movie star's cunt-juice dried on the maid's pretty face. And the maid made no attempt to wipe Miss
Fontaine's pussy-juice from her lips and face.
It was obvious that Miss Lola Fontaine enjoyed the cruel and depraved sexual scene immensely. She sighed, licked her lovely lips lasciviously, and said, "You did well, my little beauties. That was a very nice orgasm. I got off, and I feel relaxed. Everyone back off and kneel to the side. Stop kissing my feet and stop combing my beautiful blonde hair. Can't you see that we have company?" she chided.
The maids backed off as commanded.
It was then that Miss Lola Fontaine turned to face Sharon Stingly. She looked deeply into Sharon's eyes. Miss Fontaine's eyes were slit like razor blades. She looked cruel and wicked. She addressed Sharon as though she were speaking to a mere pet. A plaything. A toy to be used only for Miss Fontaine's pleasure. And then to be discarded, used, worn and no longer useful.
"My, my," Miss Lola Fontaine said as she stared at the trembling young woman. She inspected Sharon Stingly as though she were a slab of fresh meat on a butcher's rack. "What have we here? What's your name, bitch?" Miss Fontaine asked.
"Sh-Sharon Stingly," she muttered in a trembling voice. "Mr. Steinburg and Mr. Craven sent me to see you. I'm up for a part in Century Studio's next film and-"
"And you have to get my approval. Yeah, that's written in my contract. I can't have any ambitious young cunts trying to upstage me, bitch. I'm a star, sweetheart. A superstar!"
"Y-yes, I understand Miss Fontaine. I'm one of your greatest admirers."
Miss Fontaine appeared to be lost in thoughts about herself. Her eyes became glassy and she stared right through Sharon.
"I'm a star! People worship me. Millions of movie goers adore me. And just look around you, sweetheart. These fine-looking young ladies are my slaves. I don't pay them a penny. They serve me because they worship me. They adore me. I don't put up with people who fail to show proper respect. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes. I understand. And I have the greatest respect and admiration for you. You are a most beautiful woman and one of the greatest actresses of all times."
"The greatest actress of all times," said Miss Lola Fontaine.
"Of course, you are," said Sharon. She was doing her best to stroke Miss Fontaine's huge ego. My god, Sharon thought. This woman was a real egomaniac. She felt humiliated, but she knew that it was absolutely essential to stroke Miss Fontaine's enormous ego or she would not get the part in Century Studio's new film. She quickly decided that she would do whatever was necessary.
"I adore you!" Sharon enthused. "I worship you! I'll do anything for you!"
"Well, if you adore me, and if you want that part, I think it would be a wise gesture for you to get down on your knees. I never did like looking up at people. I'm much more comfortable looking down at people," Miss Fontaine hissed. "Especially pretty young actresses who beg to be in my films. Now kneel at my feet!" she commanded.
Sharon stepped forward and began to kneel. But Miss Fontaine screamed at her. "I want you naked, first! Strip!"
Sharon quickly peeled off her clothes and knelt before the beautiful blonde movie star. She was ashamed, debased and humiliated. But, she had told herself that she would do anything to get that movie part. She had sucked the producer's raging hard-on. She had committed unspeakably perverted sexual acts with the director. She simply could not give up now. Not when she was so close. She would not quit. No matter what this ego maniacal bitch demanded, Sharon would do it.
These Hollywood people were a nasty, depraved group, she thought.
If she could only get her first part in a major motion picture, Sharon felt, she would be on her way to stardom. Superstardom!
She would kneel at Miss Fontaine's feet and do whatever the blonde bitch demanded. And some day she-Miss Sharon Stingly-would get her sweet revenge. It might take years, but Sharon was young and Miss Fontaine would eventually lose her voluptuous figure. Her face would become wrinkled with age. Then Sharon would get back at the wicked bitch. She just had to get the part.