Chapter 5
As Mary Ann put on her makeup, the young Indian actress dressed quickly and went downstairs to the brightly decorated bar. Star walked over to the long bar and straightened the glasses in preparation for the party that would take place as soon as the film crew arrived. "Well, tonight I'll know if I fit in or not," said Star under her breath.
An hour later they came bursting through the door. With perfect timing, Mary Ann rushed downstairs, and made certain everyone was welcomed and introduced to the newest member of the film crew. The men seemed friendly enough as they each took turns shaking hands with her, but coincidentally letting their eyes roam to the cleavage of her sexily ballooning young tits. With the women it was a different story; they all seemed to dislike her immediately, and for no apparent reason as far as Star could tell. Too bad, she thought, I had hoped to make friends among the people I am working with.
"How ya' like the film business?"
"Hey, baby, let's go look at the stars out tonight."
Star was flattered by all the attention she was getting from her co-workers. "Hey Star, why don't you get this tired crew some beer?" interrupted Mary Ann, reminding her that it was their party and they all were tired. Star filled four pitchers with beer.
Surprised she was not as embarrassed as she thought she'd be, Star's self-consciousness gave her a rest. The rest of the girls here were dressed in fashions far more exposing and besides, Mary Ann was right, she would have to learn to not be embarrassed and to expose her body to public view if she wanted to be an actress. Her eyes scanned the actresses and stuntwomen surrounding her. Most were very attractive, some even downright beautiful, and they all looked to be about nineteen to thirty, years old.
As for the men, most of them were stuntmen with the exception of two actors; it was obvious that Bill Stone was the most experienced and clearly the leader. They all looked tough; some had scars on their faces and moved with the swift cat-like movements of the true athlete. Mary Ann was right that they were a coarse lot. Every remark she overheard was obscene and this carried over in their behavior as they grabbed at her legs or slipped their hands into the V-shaped cleavage, as she tried to make them feel relaxed. Remembering that decent girls don't react to such suggestive maneuvers, she chose to ignore their lewd moves.
Star was getting tired from trying to be so nice to the bunch of thugs, so by ten o'clock she sat down in a chair, determined to get some solitude. Everyone was pretty well loaded by now anyway, and it wasn't until she stopped moving that Star realized that the beer she had drunk with the others in order to be polite had affected her, making her a bit lightheaded.
Watching the film crew as they pawed at each other, rubbing legs and sticking hands under shirts, pants, and whatever got in the way, Star noticed a temperament in every man similar to Bill Stone's. One stuntman got in a screaming match with one of the actresses and he slapped her. The actress stood there a moment, anger running clearly through her eyes, and then she lifted her arm and slapped him back. They stared at each other a moment and then burst into laughter and the fight seemed to be over.
A few minutes later another guy approached a tall, voluptuously curved actress named Wanda and neatly untied the back of her halter top. Wanda, who had huge, whitely billowing tits, was in the middle of dancing to the jukebox and had both hands raised in the air, undulating her hips. The halter fell hanging around her waist, but again, no one noticed, and no one cared except for Wanda who laughed as she picked up her top and retied the strap.
"I'd be really pissed if someone did that to me," commented Star to one of the actresses standing next to her.
"Whatever for?" asked the other girl. "We go sunbathing in the nude all the time. Every dude in this bar has seen Wanda's tits; hell it's part of the business. No reason to get uptight."
"It must be kind of hard the first time, you know, taking off all your clothes in front of so many men!" said Star taking another sip of beer, "Tell me how long have you been in the business?"
Annie swallowed the last drop of beer and looked up at Star with a questioning glance. "Let me see, it all depends on what you mean. I've been a model since I was thirteen, and then I did a few blue movies, and now I've got about five lines in this flic, but I do get a lot of close-ups when I say them. I suppose you could say I've been in it for about ten years. How about you?"
"I don't have the experience you have; I'm afraid I've only been in the business for about a month. This is my first part. I did do a couple of plays for school up. on the reservation, but that's all the experience I've had."
Being a friendly sort, Annie recognized the naivity of this fresh young Navajo girl and began relating her story, "Yeah, well, it seems to me that you're doing pretty good to have a job-even one as an extra so soon. Hell, a lot of the people in this room have tried for years and they're still extras and their acting careers haven't advanced at all." She paused for a moment and looked Star up and down critically. "You're lucky, you're a gorgeous chick and that should make it easy for you to get good jobs. It's hard at first to think that a good fucker gets a job over talent," continued Annie, "but after awhile you get used to the idea."
"Why? I think it's terrible that a person has to get screwed in order to build a career for herself in films."
"Boy, I can't believe you naive little actresses!" laughed Annie, "Acting isn't the only 'survivor' profession around. You'll find the let me fuck you or get fired' routine in half the jobs in the world. Remind me to tell you about my job as a secretary one of these days. It beats my film career hands down-or should I say hands up?"
Bill Stone wasn't drinking as heavily this evening, as he normally did, having finished off only two six-packs, and the head stuntman had spent most of the evening talking in low voices with his assistant, Logan Pierce. The two of them were perhaps the best stuntmen and stunt coordinators in the film business, and as a result were constantly in demand by the studio. Their willingness to risk their lives for the sake of the job made their pay high and their living wild. They liked nothing better that to be on location in some deserted place where they could have a non-stop orgy until the movie was finished or until they were. The studio tolerated this because they were the best in the business.
Mary Ann had joined in the serious discussion and the three of them, Logan, Bill, and Mary Ann, sat talking in low tones and drawing diagrams. The stuntmen were planning the next few weeks of stunts. It was obvious that the stunt was a dangerous one, or neither of the two men would have stayed as sober as they were.
The stuntman's assistant, Logan Pierce, looked young and agile, like a college athlete. He had spent four years in Vietnam before he had come to Hollywood to try his hand at the film business. He had gone through a lot of odd jobs before the studio had offered him one as a stuntman. After his first film, he had teamed up with Bill Stone and they had been a winning team ever since. Their imagination and courage in pulling off some of the most dangerous and yet successful stunts in the cinema was already considered part of Hollywood's history.
"Listen," Logan Pierce was saying to Bill Stone while he drew a diagram of a man falling off a cliff, "how can I get into that new little actress's pussy?"
"I saw her cunt first!" snapped Bill Stone. "Don't forget who's boss around here. I thought we'd break it to her gently tomorrow."
"Now I don't mean to make you mad, Bill, but you've got the pick of most of the starlets in Hollywood, and I want this one," rebuked Logan Pierce.
"Maybe so, but I've already seen her tits and I'm telling you, she's mine!" Bill took another long drink of beer. "She may be a little innocent of the way things work when you're on location, but that makes it all the more fun to break 'em in. Now would you get your mind off that little cunt and back on that cliff face? We got plans to make and all you do is sit there with yer fucking cock hangin' out for some dumb little actress, who's probably still got her cherry!"
"But look at those tits. Whew!" Logan whistled as Star swished by, knocking into their table, spilling a few drops of beer which she bent over to wipe up.
"Hey, you really think she's still got her cherry, in this business?"
"How the hell should I know?" retorted the head stuntman and, deciding to tease her a bit, Bill yelled at Star, "Logan here is wondering if you're still a virgin. You still got your cherry, baby?"
"Wha ... what?" stammered the little Navajo girl, "Cherry?"
Logan and Bill cracked up laughing. "I'm asking you if you're a virgin!" chuckled Bill.
"Why ... No!...." and Star's response was greeted with a chorus of laughter.
"Now, we're not makin' fun of you, Miss Prissy, but we all know you're from the reservation and don't you think it's rather unreserved for a young squaw like you to go running around with your tits hangin' out of your dress like that?"
Star didn't mind the slur about the reservation, so much, she'd heard that one a million times before, but it was the insulting manner in which he addressed her, "Well, pardon me if you don't like it," she answered bravely with her hands on her hips.
"We took a vote here and it's a unanimous decision, everybody here wants to have a look at those tits," said Bill getting up from the table.
Roars from every corner of the barroom supported his decision. "Take it off, little girl," and "Let's see them boobs you been rubbin' past my face all night."
Suddenly the beer she'd consumed inadvertently all rose to her head and she thought she'd faint from the stuffy, cigarette-filled room. Everyone rose, taking a few steps closer to the poor trembling Navajo actress who was turning paler by the second. Her only escape was the stairway to her room, but quick-minded Logan Pierce saw her intention and quickly blocked her way. A hand, coming from nowhere, ran up her thigh and tried to get inside her panties, but discovered her nearly-naked ass cheeks and settled for that instead. When she jumped forward she landed directly in front of Logan, who bent his black head over her trembling young tits to unbutton her dress with his teeth. "Come on, baby, do a strip for us like you did yesterday for Bill in the warehouse!"
"Oh, God, let me go!" wailed the frightened young Indian girl. "Oh please, I think I'm going to be sick!"
"All right little girl," blurted Logan Pierce, "well let you go this time. But you gotta understand that next time your superior says he wants to see your tits, you show 'em."
"No decent woman or actress would take her clothes off in front of a whole crowd of people," flared Star and looked toward Mary Ann for support.
"I can see right now you got some things you gotta learn real quick if you're gonna stay in the film business. You need some lessons." His eyes flashed around the room, scanning the women. "Wanda, you get on the bar!"
The room fell silent and all eyes turned to watch as the redheaded stuntwoman walked over to the bar. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and a sweater two sizes too small. Her green eyes flashed at Logan and tension filled the smoky room. She'd had enough of Logan using her for his own ends. This wasn't the first time this had happened; he'd been using her like this ever since he had found out that she had the hots for him.
"Good girl," chimed Logan. "Glad to see you still respect me. Now we want you to show this little girl here how a real actress takes off her clothes."
With humiliation and fury, Wanda's arms reached for the zipper of her skirt. Shaking with rage, her eyes remained on Star, who felt waves of hatred aimed at her. Obeying the stuntman, Wanda kicked off her sandals, slid the skirt over her thighs, revealing a pair of deep-violet panties even scantier than those covering Star's ass cheeks. With a closer look Star could see the panties had a slit in the crotch. She'd seen that kind of underwear in magazines, but never in real life.
This was not a striptease Wanda was performing; it was more an act of love. She wanted to please the man who had asked her to strip. With no effort to appear sexy or provocative, she undressed as if she were getting ready for bed.
But still, nobody could deny the excitement of the scene, not even the young Indian extra, whose eyes were set on the stuntwoman as she undid the last button, shrugging her sweater off her sleek, tanned shoulders, baring her hugely projecting tits and tiny brown nipples. It was obvious Wanda spent a great deal of time sun-bathing between takes and in the nude, no doubt, since there were no white marks on her lithe body. The excitement of the show confused Star who looked down at her own large titties to notice her nipples sticking out hard and erect under her borrowed dress. "Why does this keep happening?" Star asked herself almost loud enough for others to hear.
Wanda's eyes fell on Logan who beckoned her to take off more, so she dutifully uncrossed her arms that attempted to hide her naked tits. Again the uneasy sensation trickled through Star's stomach; she could not tell if it was fear or desire. The thought that someone might notice her nipples protruding through the slinky dress upset her greatly. She wondered what she would have done were she in Wanda's place; would she had stripped naked?
With a final movement, Wanda slid the rose panties down off her hips.
"Is that enough?" she snapped as she stood naked in front of the room full of aroused men and women.
An electric current shot from Star's head to her pussy and her mouth fell open. Wanda had bright red pussy hairs! Nothing hiding the thin red slit where the lips of her cunt pressed together to barely hide the tiny little tip of her clitty.
Star's eyes followed the naked, red-lined cunt to Wanda's dark brown nipples which were also erect and extended. She, too, was excited despite her humiliation at being forced to strip completely naked before the whole film crew.
Then the room fell silent as the tune on the jukebox ended; all that could be heard was heavy breathing. What next? Was it her turn? Star turned, searching out Mary Ann; for certainly she would come to her rescue if necessary.
"You learn your lesson?" Logan asked. "Now you know that when I want you to show your cunt to the world, you'll do it."
As he spoke, the stuntman strolled over to the bar where Wanda stood waiting for her next instruction and ran his hands up the inside of her leg, stroking the soft, delicate flesh of her inner thighs, and finally moved his calloused paw to her naked, redly-furred pussy.
"Nobody's gonna make you do anything, honey. Wanda here had a choice." By now his hand had climbed all the way up to the girl's openly vulnerable cunt and the pretty actress moved her legs apart just enough to let him do whatever he wanted. The stuntman spread the soft, wet lips of her pussy slit, slithering one lewd finger up inside the tightly clinging walls of her cunt.
"No, you won't be forced. The day will come when you'll beg for us to fuck you, just like Wanda here." Then, with his obscenely working fingers he took the naked girl's exposed clit between two of them and milked it gently.
"Does this offend you baby?" he whispered to the obscenely spread stuntwoman.
"No, honey. You can finger-fuck me anytime," she breathed softly.
"Would you let Bill fuck you in the ass if I told you to?" he asked, watching Star's face as he tweaked Wanda's clit again.
"Yes," was her only reply.
"How about giving a blow-job to every man in the room?" he continued. "Would you blow us all off and make us cum in your mouth if I told you to?"
"Yes, Logan," mumbled the stuntwoman, who was by now so out of her mind with passion that Star wondered if she wouldn't do absolutely anything at all that Logan Pierce asked her to do.