Chapter 6
"Star!" someone shouted from outside her room early the next morning. "We're moving out in a half an hour. You better move!"
With a sweep of her arm the beautiful Indian girl threw the sheets off her naked young body, and jumped into her blue jeans and a light cotton t-shirt with Hollywood and palm trees embossed across the chest.
"Where the fuck are you?" blasted from outside the hotel. Hurrying to grab whatever Star thought necessary for the trip, she threw a couple of pairs of panties, a clean change of clothes, and her toothbrush into a canvas bag, and rushed downstairs. She didn't want to get fired from her job for holding things up, and it would be difficult enough facing these people after Wanda's little show last night.
What had gotten into them anyway? Star asked herself, running a comb through her silky black hair. How could someone strip like she had, in front of all those people, not even resisting, and then enjoying it yet! She didn't know how she was ever going to make it in Hollywood if she was expected to conform to the kind of obscene, crude behavior that this film crew had.
"There's that little bitch!" a woman hissed behind her. "It's about time you got your sweet cunt out of bed. How'd you like to get us all fired for being late on the set!"
Star had never heard such talk from a female before in her whole life. If there was anything that offended Star, it was someone attacking her sense of decency. "Why ... I didn't mean to make you late."
"Oh the little girl didn't mean to get us fired?" Wanda's flaming orange hair stood on end with rage and her eyes were hard with a hatred that could almost be felt physically by the young Navajo girl.
And then another voice out of nowhere screamed, "Wanda, get your ass in your jeep!" Star recognized the low growl of the stuntman, Logan. "Get your cunt over there!"
Turning to Star, he commanded her to get into another jeep and be quiet. Everybody had to keep a cool head, for these were the final few days of shooting and it was important that they get it done correctly and fast.
Before Annie climbed into her assigned jeep she turned to Star and said, "Remember, we all work together out here. We have to keep each other in line so no one messes up for everyone else."
Thinking that Star should be made aware of the tension between Bill Stone and his assistant, Annie continued: "Everybody knows that Logan's got the most brains of the two and we all like him better than that ass, Bill Stone. If it weren't that Bill had seniority over Logan Pierce, then he would be the boss here."
"Annie, shut your goddamned fucking mouth!" The voice made Star jump. "Don't start rumours like that; if either of them heard you, you'd be out on your ass in two seconds flat and your career would be no career!"
Star sat down in the jeep Logan had told her she was to ride in and waited for him to finish giving instructions and directions to the other drivers.
With a last-minute adjustment of the equipment they were off in a cloud of dust so thick it made Star cough for ten minutes. Logan had strapped her into the passenger seat, but despite the straps Star almost flew off the seat as Logan's speedometer hit fifty on the desert sands. Bill's jeep pulled ahead of the crowd.
"Where's he going?" asked Star, hoping for some contact with the man who had embarrassed her the night before.
"He just wants to be sure that the road is clear up ahead; we have a lot of expensive equipment on these jeeps."
The scenery reminded the little Indian girl of her own childhood. Her father had taken her up to the hills many times when he had gone hunting. She had loved the wild desolation of the dry desert canyons and she had missed them desperately during her short stay in L.A.
She imagined her ancestors hiding out in the caves of the desert, high in the hills out of touch with all but the strange desert creatures that lived with them in the barren land. The sun beat down on her olive skin, and for a moment she considered taking off her t-shirt, wet with perspiration, as she groped in her bag for the bikini Mary Ann had lent to her. With a deftness almost belying her innocence, Star slipped the string top over her shoulders after pulling her arms out of the sleeves.
It was fortunate for Star that she was strapped in so tightly, for riding over the rough road in the jeep, careening right and left mercilessly, was not like a convertible car ride. Star glanced down at her bikini top to make sure it was fastened securely. Her loosely-held tits were now almost completely exposed to the sun's rays, except for her nipples, hard and puckered, showing beneath the tiny patches of the bikini.
With her fragile, delicate face turned to absorb the warmth of the sun, Star sat up erect. By now she had lost her fear of moving at such high speeds over the rocky desert floor. Between her legs the jeep vibrated gently but powerfully and the vibrations traveled up through the seat into her moist pussy, at first making her nervous and twitchy. After awhile, she began to appreciate the quivering sensation as it soothed her cunt, its massage sending ripples to her belly. Soon the vibrations were so strong that the feeling she was experiencing was undeniably stimulating!
Clearly, Bill was creating his own road. Star looked back to see if the other jeeps were following, but the blowing dust lashed her face and she could not see.
For three hours now Logan had not spoken a word, and Star took it as a hint to sit quietly and not distract his attention from the winding path Bill was cutting through the rough terrain.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked the silent man sitting beside her.
"Loma Prieta. There's a ranch up there where well meet the rest of the crew and then tomorrow we'll start shooting. We'll be staying the night at the ranch. So settle down, we've a long way to go yet."
They finally reached the point of destination just as the sun was about to set over the Los Pinos Mountains. Stiff from the day's ride and bewildered and excited by what was coming before her, Star jumped out of the passenger seat after fighting with the straps for five minutes as the film crew's jeeps screeched to a halt outside of the Loma Prieta Ranch owned by the famous New Mexico millionaire, Rafe Masters.
Never had Star seen such a display of wealth! The elaborate ranch house was located in the middle of an oasis of watered lawns, flower gardens, and water fountains. In the center of the lawn was a carefully built swimming pool designed to look like a fresh mountain spring and in the dry desert heat it was very successful.
"This is beautiful," Star whispered to Logan as he started unloading the equipment from the back of the jeep.
"That's Rafe Masters there," grumbled Logan as he pointed to the tall, distinguished-looking, grey-haired man with leathered skin and glittering black eyes who shook hands with Bill Stone as though they were long-lost friends.
"He's known Bill Stone for years and he always likes to see the film crews come up here. It's awfully quiet when there's no one here but yourself."
Rafe Masters was a well-dressed, slender man probably in his late fifties, who returned Star's glance with one that penetrated her bones and sent a chill of fright through her voluptuously curved body, wondering what new and probably unpleasant experiences would greet her here. She was still feeling churned up after the long ride and there was a sensation of steadily rising heat in her pussy, which would not go away. Star could not figure out what had caused it; surely the vibration of the jeep wouldn't have had anything to do with it.
Bill and Rafe Masters left the group, talking in friendly voices; obviously they had a lot to catch up on. The rest of the film crew followed Logan Pierce into a huge dining room filled with potted plants, book cases, and a bar sporting row after countless row of whiskey, wine, scotch, tequila, and anything else drinkable.
One of the two actors in the group reached for a bottle of tequila and lifted it to his parched lips and then passed it on to someone else. It stung Star's lips, and not having eaten for five hours, and not used to drinking it, it shot immediately to her head. She had never been able to hold her liquor anyway, the old saying of Indians not being able to handle their "firewater" being true. Logan poked her in the ribs each time the bottle was passed to her, and trying to keep peace as long as possible, Star dutifully took a long swig of the tequila each time it was offered.
Raucous laughter greeted them as Bill Stone and Rafe Masters came into the dining room. "There's a little problem," assured Bill, grabbing for the Tequila bottle. "The rest of the crew won't be here until tomorrow. One of the trucks broke down a few miles out of Rayo, so we will be here for a few days extra."
Rafe Masters, removing wine glasses one by one from a wooden liquor cabinet, announced, "While you are here you are free to enjoy the luxury of my home. Here we have room for you to stay as long as you need to" he continued in his aristocratic tone. "When you have all finished with the shooting you all must come on back for a few days' rest and raise a little hell." He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Bill standing beside him.
"Tonight you enjoy my house as if it was your own," said Rafe Masters with a hint of pride. "If you want to take a swim, please be my guests," and he pointed to the patio beyond. "Well banquet by the pool to relax you all."
Many of the film crew headed for the refreshing offer of a swim. Star felt the sweat run down her back and thought of how great the water would feel but on second thought, she declined. No more scenes like last night, she promised herself.
A table was carried out to the poolside by Rafe Master's servants who paraded back and forth with plates heaped with food. Star's mouth watered and she reached for a bite. Her head was beginning to feel heavy from the Tequila and her stomach rumbled with hunger.
How nice it would be, thought Star, if we were just here for a vacation. I could take a swim, enjoy the food, and maybe even feel good about drinking. But I'm on a job with co-workers who are the most crude and obscene people I've ever met.
"I think our guests need a little entertainment," the smiling Rafe Masters announced as he tilted the wine decanter to fill the beautiful Indian girl's glass with wine. His eyes fell on the young billowing tits, glowing from the hot desert sun. The black twinkling eyes met hers, and she cringed as he touched her hand, taking full advantage of the proximity of her right nipple.
"Are you ready, little squaw?" He smiled a lewd little smile as he tweaked her nipple between his hands.
Snapping his fingers he called, "Wine, wine for our guests, and special wine for this gorgeous young thing!" Rafe Master's eyes ravished her smoothly rounded body and she could have kicked herself for not putting on her t-shirt over this nearly nonexistent top.
Servants came running to his command and hurriedly filled the glass to overflowing.
"Shall we all go out by the pool?" Rafe Masters suggested, snapping his fingers at the servants who immediately picked up wine bottles, trays, and open dishes, and scurried toward the swimming pool where the entertainment was to take place.
"Come with me, my sweet little squaw," said Rafe Masters to Star who was not certain if she was going to like the entertainment this strange man had set up for the evening. But she followed him with no argument, as Logan was beside her poking her in the ribs again which she interpreted as "Go along with what's happening. Be polite to your host."
Record music greeted her ears as Star stepped through the doors, and saw what was going on out by the pool. The film crew were filling their stomachs with the food as though they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Someone cleared everyone out of the swimming pool and one of the servants threw flowers into the pond-type pool which floated dream-like on the smooth surface.
A woman and a young girl dressed in long caftan-like dresses, walked on stage in rhythm to the now-softly playing music. All heads turned as the spotlights aimed at the long black hair of the woman who appeared to be in her late twenties.
The crowd silenced as the strange couple walked across the patio and over to the pool.
The pool lights lit the couple from behind, outlining the two women figures beneath the costumes and Star was shocked to see that neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing under the caftans.
"This should be good," whispered Logan, standing beside the shocked Indian girl.
"What are they going to do?" asked Star, happy that Logan was finally talking to her civilly instead of treating her with scorn for her naivity.
She took another long drink of the sweet wine. "Are they going to dance?" she whispered.
The music was turned up a few more decibels and the show was about to begin.
The younger girl was not as experienced as the older woman in the art of stripping for an audience but she followed as well as she could the sensuous movements of the huge-titted woman next to her as she slowly slipped the caftan off of her shoulders so that it fell in a pile around her feet. Star was relieved to see that they both had on tiny string bikinies underneath the robes. The older woman kept smiling at the film crew as if there was some secret they shared and as she swayed in time with the tempo, she suddenly turned and dove into the water, barely making a splash in the cool surface. The young girl followed her almost immediately and they both swam the length of the pool before they surfaced, the younger girl in front of the older woman. The older woman began running her hands lasciviously over the young girl's voluptuously budding body. The two of them swayed together for a moment in the water, their bodies pressed tightly together front to back, and then the older woman's hands traveled sensuously to where her partner's bikini top was covering her softly trembling titties and she began slowly to untie it.
Encouraged by the savage grins coming from the film crew audience, the young, dark-haired girl smiled shyly as she was gradually undressed. The older woman's fingers undid the thin bikini bra top and let it float away from her sensuously floating titties.
Without taking his eyes off the exciting spectacle, Logan took a long swig from his glass, beaming down at Star who was keeping up with his drinking pace.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked her, trying to make her feel a bit less jumpy. Logan had been to many of Rafe Masters' film crew parties and he knew he always had an orgy. A tingle of excitement traveled up his leg to his cock as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the wine glass to suck more of the wine. He wanted to loosen her up a bit and wine would do that. Keep on drinkiri, baby, he thought.
He had a plan in mind, and she'd have to participate if it were to come off as planned.
The wine would certainly help, and he knew from experience that her inexperienced young cunt must have been oozing with passion after that bumpy ride. And after watching what was about to happen, she couldn't help but get turned on. He looked at her beside him, her long black hair on the olive-skinned shoulders shining in the light, and he noticed how enraptured she was by the woman's assault on the young girl.
The assistant stunt director put his arm casually about the beautiful Indian actress' shoulder, pulled her closer to him, his hand falling carelessly onto her sparsely-covered tits. To his surprise, she did not pull away from him, as he had expected, but allowed her weight to rest against his chest, as if they were old familiar lovers.
The young, dark-haired girl in the pool was now clad only in the skimpy bottoms of the bikini which barely covered the little furrowed pussy mound nestled enticingly between her thighs, and she was not looking quite as relaxed as she had been a few moments previously.. She trembled visibly as she turned gracefully against the water and in time to the music, facing the older woman and gingerly unfastening the thin bra covering the older woman's hugely floating tits as the top drifted away among the flowers still covering the surface of the water. The young girl untied the bottoms and sent them floating to the bottom of the pool. They both were now totally naked.
Even the vulnerable young girl seemed to be surprised and for a moment she stood still in the water, completely losing the beat of the music and staring at the voluptuous white flesh which was floating before her like a mirage.
But the tall woman simply smiled, paying very little attention to the audience, and her massively billowing tits rolled back and forth in the water as she shook her body to the increasing tempo of the music. Her eyes locked on the young girl's face, the dark-haired woman slowly dropped to her knees, her body still moving sensuously from side to side and her hands running down from the young girl's shoulders to her fully rounded hips. With a sudden movement, her bikini panties were ripped off and thrown wet and sopping to the side of the pool. Star saw one of the stuntmen snatch them up in mid-air and wave them skyward triumphantly.
But for the curvaceously budding young girl the situation was not nearly so entertaining despite the crude remarks from the audience. She had been clearly unaware that things were going to go that far and it was also obvious that she was afraid of Rafe Masters since she kept sending fearful glances in the millionaire's direction.
But the grey-haired man made no attempt to interfere, standing on the veranda of the huge ranch house with his arms crossed across his chest and smoking a huge cigar that sent smoke rings above his head as he looked without expression at the lewd act taking place in the swimming pool.
Still on her knees, the dark-haired woman began running her lips lightly over the young girl's soft, trembling belly and Star's eyes widened with shock and surprise. Two things suddenly became clear to her. First, the older woman was to seduce the frightened young girl; secondly, all of this was news to the poor girl who clearly had not known that this was going to happen. At first, she tried to play along with this unnatural affection, continuing to sway back and forth in the water as the softly trembling globes of her tits and ass cheeks moved sensuously against the water.
She felt terribly sorry for the young girl, but the wine had climbed straight to her head and Star found herself admitting that it was a very exciting scene indeed. The older woman's lips dropped to the young girl's scantily-furred pussy and the spectators could all see her tongue flashing out obscenely at it with the rapidity of a lizard. In vain the young girl reached down and tried to push the black-haired head away from her water-covered pussy, but her resistance only made the older woman's eyes flash like a dog in heat; Star was horrified.
But this was the opening the older woman had been waiting for! With a quick, fish-like movement, she tipped the young girl over backward in the water so that she landed flat on her back, and then, moving with surprising speed, jumped over her in the sixty-nine position. So that both of them disappeared underneath the water, reappearing to catch their breaths and then back under the pool. This was raw animal sex, one woman seducing a young, helpless girl, and Star shrunk even closer to Logan Pierce, half-terrorized and half-fascinated by the obscene, unnatural scene that kept reappearing in front of her.