Chapter 2
Lisa smiled and hummed softly to herself as she whipped her lemon-yellow Porsche 911 through a short series of hard turns on a narrow road in the Hollywood Hills. She was thinking about her quickie with Barry on the flight coming in, but the remembrance was as fleeting as the hot coupling itself.
What was really on her mind was the fact that she was starting a solid, four-day furlough and that Chad would be in town, too: Chad Winthrop, million-selling rage of America's teenyboppers. As "Jerry Jetstream", Chad and his band ("The Cosmic Horde") had parlayed a solid sense of harmony and hard-rock technical proficiency into what amounted to a mini-empire. Chad had bread-lots of it-and he loved lavishing his wealth on good times-and Lisa. Particularly Lisa.
And Lisa enjoyed being pampered. Not that her job with Triangle didn't bring home a pretty fat paycheck, what with overtime and extra trips. But what she earned in a month, Chad made in a minute. So ever since she'd met the rock star, her own money had pretty much all been socked away in a savings account which was getting damned fat. "A little something for my old age!," she thought to herself as the Porsche slowed for an especially wicked curve. "After all," she mused, "this roller coaster can't last forever!"
But it had been going on for close to a year now, and her relationship with Chad was as solid as ever. Of course, they'd had to get a few rules and signals straight, but that had been no real problem. She was a pretty wild, free-living girl when she met Chad and that had suited him just fine.
As Lisa wheeled the Porsche up a long, tree-lined driveway, her pretty face was wreathed in a beatific smile. She was amazed that the time had passed so quickly or, for that matter, that they still dug each other as much now as they had that first, wild, incredible night at Bobby Levine's party, the night she and Chad had met.
But, she thought, as she braked the low-slung sports car to a stop at the doors of the Spanish-style mansion, their relationship had only grown better and closer with the passage of time. They'd never discussed marriage, but somehow that possibility had always lurked somewhere deep within each other's psyche. It wouldn't be bad to be "Mrs. Chad Winthrop" but, what the hell! she had it all without any formal piece of paper and deep inside herself she preferred it that way. It kept their relationship fresh, alive and constantly exciting. "It really is a gas-living in sin!" she thought to herself with a suppressed giggle.
As she eased her way out from behind the wheel of the Porsche (a present from Chad, natch), Lisa mentally thought of all the material benefits the relationship had brought her-aside from the more important intangibles such as love, mutual respect and admiration. There was the car, one of two which Chad had insisted she accept. "Christ, woman!" he had chuckled. "If it'll make you feel any better, if I didn't lay little trinkets on you-I'd just have to fork the bread over to Uncle Sam and he'd use it to build fucking bombs!"
She'd found herself having to agree with his reasoning, but his generosity knocked her out nonetheless. The second car was a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud (with her name embossed in gold on the hand-tooled leather dashboard) which she was almost afraid to drive. She was always worried that she'd rack it up driving the narrow roads in the Hollywood Hills, so she usually drove the Porsche.
Then there were the clothes and jewelry and the like which Chad had lavished on her ever since they started living together! Some of her fellow stews couldn't understand where she came by such incredible "trinkets" and a couple of the pilots even made good-natured remarks about her " ... doing a little skydiving on the side, if you know what we mean, Lisa, ha, ha."
Lisa took their gibes in stride and usually countered by fibbing that she'd come into a "minor inheritance on my father's side." For some reason she preferred not to tell most of the people she knew about Chad. She'd thought about why she kept their relationship a secret and had concluded that, aside from being a very personal trip, she didn't want people to think she was just taking a free ride with a wild-living and wild-spending rock star. God knew that wasn't the situation at all and, anyway, Chad's privacy had come to mean a lot to her when she realized what a fishbowl life he really led. So she kept her career-which she honestly loved-and looked forward to those times when she and Chad were both in LA at the same time. She grinned to herself as she walked up the steps to the mansion and put the key in the door. Christ! but they did have a fucking ball together! And tonight he was coming home.
Just as Lisa was turning the key in the lock, the door opened and Carmen, the housekeeper, stood there with a warm smile on her face. "Why didn't you just knock?" she said in that soft, musical Chicano accent of hers.
"You're so damned unobtrusive, I forget you're even here!" laughed Lisa, as she walked past Carmen and into the large marble foyer of the mansion.
Carmen stood, hands on hips, a puzzled expression on her face. "What means this un-ob-stru-sieve?"
Lisa laughed. "Just one of my twenty-dollar words that means you keep such a low profile I forget you're around."
Carmen nodded, but it was obvious that she still didn't get Lisa's drift. As Lisa took off her jacket and handed it to the woman, she almost absentmindedly took a good look at the housekeeper she'd inherited along with the mansion.
Carmen was a slim-hipped, large-breasted woman of about Lisa's age with silken, chocolate-colored skin. There wasn't an inch of fat on the housekeeper's supple body and it occurred to Lisa that this wasn't the first time she'd looked at Carmen in such a frank, open manner. It flashed on Lisa that she'd always dug making it occasionally with a woman who really turned her on, but, until this moment, she'd never thought of Carmen in that particular manner. "It's probably that I've always thought of her strictly as an employee-a member of the family-but an employee nonetheless," Lisa thought to herself as she realized that she was staring directly into the woman's deep, black eyes.
For a split-second Lisa felt a bit embarrassed and she could feel her cheeks flush. It hit her that Carmen was one hell of a gorgeous young woman-and that she felt distinctly sexual stirrings when she looked at her. "They've probably been just bubbling down there in my subconscious," Lisa thought to herself with a delicious little shiver. "I wonder if Carmen ever thought of me like...."
Her thoughts were interrupted by the housekeeper's musical voice. "Is there something else I can do for the Senorita?" she asked with a trace of a sly smile at the edges of her full mouth.
Lisa grinned. The woman was a lot hipper than she'd ever suspected. Of course, that Chad Winthrop had chosen her personally should have been a dead giveaway-but you sometimes can't see the forest for the trees.
"Not at the moment, Carmen," Lisa replied. And then, unable to resist, she added with a throaty chuckle: "Maybe later, huh?"
Carmen's eyes widened only slightly, but Lisa caught the change. It seemed as though her relationship with the lovely brown Carmen just might undergo a radical change-and in the not-too-distant future. She smiled at Carmen and the woman returned the smile with one of equal warmth. Lisa was just about to say something further when she heard the sound of giggling coming from somewhere upstairs. She couldn't remember inviting any of her girlfriends over....
She looked quizzically at Carmen and the woman shrugged and grinned. "They told me not to say a word about their arrival. They wanted to surprise you, so I say they can wait in your bedroom. That was okay?"
Lisa nodded. Her curiosity was really aroused and she was also a bit ticked-off that somebody-or somebodies, judging from the amount of giggling emanating from above-should be fooling around in her room. "Just how many surprises are waiting for me up there?" she demanded of Carmen with a smile. The woman grinned. "They tell me not to say that, either," she replied, spreading her hands out in a "What could I do?" sort of gesture.
Lisa quickly mounted the stairs and headed straight down the long hallway towards her private bedroom. The giggling sounds stopped abruptly, as if whoever was inside had heard her coming.
She threw open the door and her initial look of amazement changed to one of sheer delight. "Well, Jesus Christ! If it isn't my little twin sisters come sneaking in from the ranch! Why the hell didn't you let me know you were coming?"
The two teen-age girls standing in the center of the room ran towards Lisa and the three of them embraced warmly. After a moment, Lisa stepped back a few feet. "Now stand right there and let me have a good look at you. It's been close to two years since I've seen you guys. And, shit, have you changed!"
Laurie and Glory Honeycutt, Lisa's identical twin sisters, stood side by side and smiled with delight as their older sister made a quick inventory. Lisa whistled. "The folks must have sure been feedin' you guys real good-from the looks of you!" The twins laughed.
Lisa's assessment of the twins was somewhat understated. Laurie and Glory were out-and-out knockouts with long, curvaceous legs (encased in matching, hip-hugging faded jeans), narrow waists and firm, erect, tee-shirt bulging breasts. They both had long red hair which, it was obvious, did not come out of a bottle. After a long moment they began to squirm under their sister's frank appraisal. "Ants in your pants?" teased Lisa with a grin.
Glory, whose tiny mole on her left cheek was the only mark setting her off from her twin, laughed: "Not at all, Sis. We're just so damned all-fired tickled to be here in LA with our favorite big sister."
"Yeah," chimed in Laurie, eyeing Lisa's large boobs, "and I can see that our big sister's still pretty damn big in all the right places!"
Just as Lisa was about to question the twins further, the sound of muffled laughter could be heard coming from a nearby closet. "What the hell is going on around here?" demanded Lisa. The twins exchanged a glance and, grinning, simply shrugged. "Have you got Mom and Pop hidden in the fucking closet?" chuckled Lisa.
Suddenly the door of the closet flew open and Lisa gasped in astonishment as her fifteen-year-old sister, Pepper, casually sauntered out-dressed only in a pair of lace-trimmed, see-through panties. The young girl was clutching a guitar to her chest which, try as it might, couldn't quite hide a breathtaking pair of hard, grapefruit-sized boobs which squeezed out at the sides where the guitar didn't cover.
As Lisa stood, openmouthed, Pepper dropped the guitar to the rug and ran, breasts jiggling and bobbing, over to hug her sister. She threw herself into Lisa's outstretched arms and kissed the older girl warmly. Lisa was aware of Pepper's pert tits as they squished against her own blouse-encased boobs and, for a brief instant, experienced a tingling sensation of pure sexual stimulation. But she quickly put the sensation out of her mind-at least as far out as she could-and smiled down at Pepper.
"And I thought Laurie and Glory had grown," exclaimed Lisa with an admiring glance at her little sister's all-too-obvious physical attributes. "But you take the cake, babe! When did you ... ah...."
"When did I start growing boobs?" said Pepper forthrightly with a grin. "Just after the last time I saw you. They're comin' along real nice, don't ya think, Sis?"
The other three young women all laughed as Pepper did a mock stripper's strut across the rug. "I hope you don't go flashing your sweet little bod at every dude who so much as gives you a look!" Lisa teased.
"Most guys just don't turn me on," Pepper said with a shrug. "The ones I've met are all too damned immature!"
Lisa chuckled. "Immature? Let's see, if Glory and Laurie are ... uh ... seventeen-then you must be all of, hell, fifteen! And you think men are immature?"
Pepper looked directly into her older sister's eyes. "I guess most of the guys back home my age are just too square for my liking." She shot the twins a devilish grin. "But I'm hoping to fix matters up now that I'm here in Hollywood."
Lisa looked from Pepper to the twins. "Don't say a word, let me guess. You guys conned the folks into a little vacation and you figured on shacking up with big sister, is that the name of the game?"
The three teenaged girls exchanged knowing glances and then Glory (the twin with the distinguishing mole) piped up: "That's pretty much what we had in mind, except that...."
The girl's voice trailed off. Lisa led her on. "Except that what?" she demanded with a smile.
"Well, sis," said Laurie with a sly grin, "we were sorta lookin' for a little vacation-and a lot of education I"
Lisa grinned and nodded her head in understanding. "You mean you want me to fix you kids up with-dudes?"
This time it was the petite Pepper who carried the ball verbally. "Well ... sort of. But it's more than just fixin' us up. See, we've all got this little problem that needs solving and, well, we figured if anyone could help us out it would be good old Lisa." Laurie and Glory nodded in agreement and the three girls looked at Lisa expectantly.
The older girl paused for a moment to let her sisters' words sink in and then her eyes grew wide with instant understanding. "Jesus! I have the weird feeling that you three chicks are looking to get laid all right-but for the first time!" There was total silence as Lisa attempted to come to grips mentally with the trip being laid on her by her three scrumptious younger sisters. She broke out in an unbelieving grin: "You mean to tell me that you guys are all still-virgins?" The word hung in the air like a balloon.
After a moment Glory giggled and was immediately joined by the laughter of her other two sisters. "Cherry as the day we were born!" said Glory, a slight grimace of distaste passing across her adorable features. Laurie nodded and Pepper grinned at Lisa. "Surprised, huh? We thought it might come as something of a shock to you."
Lisa shook her head. "That is the understatement of the year. I can get behind the fact that you're still virgo intacta as they say in medical circlesbut I sort of expected that the twins had ... uh ... been bedded-down by now."
Glory looked earnestly at Lisa, a somewhat sad look in her eyes. "You know how strict Mom and Pop are. Well, if ya put that together with what Pepper said-that most of the clowns back home are just that, clowns-we figured you'd understand the situation."
"And help rectify it," giggled Pepper. Laurie looked entreatingly at Lisa. "What about it, sis?"
"In the first place, knock off this 'sis' shit! It makes me feel older than I already do just looking at your ... ah ... well, anyway, call me Lisa for starters. Okay?" The girls nodded their heads with delight. "And, in the second place, I'm not sure I'm the one who should cold-bloodedly set about getting my own sisters laid for the first time-or anytime, for that matter!"
It was Pepper who drew closer to Lisa and confronted her with cold, hard logic. "Look-Lisa-it's not like we're totally out in left field. We've all fooled around a lot. You know, we've done our share of finger-diddling and stuff like that. And before we left we even got pills from Doc Lutsky."
Lisa grinned. "You mean to tell me that dirty old Doc Lutsky isn't pushing up daisies yet? Christ, that old fart used to chase me around his office trying to get his hands on my tits when I was thirteen-and only in there for a polio shot!"
Pepper and the twins laughed. "He ain't pushing up daisies, Lisa," laughed Laurie. "That old letch prefers pushing up fingers!"
"Yeah, up us!" chimed in Glory. Lisa laughed at the memory of the Honeycutt's horny old family physician and then turned her attention back to Pepper. "You were saying?"
Pepper nodded. "Well, anyway, we conned birth control pills out of Lutsky and then we talked the folks into letting us come out here for a few weeks. They had your address, so we jumped on a plane-and here we are!"
"And ripe and ready for some real Hollywood action!" said Laurie, her young voice rising in excitement.
Lisa shot her sisters a sly look. "I don't know what gave you the idea that I'm into a lot of this so-called 'Hollywood action' you're talking about. I live a pretty quiet life."
Glory snickered. "Oh sure, Lisa. Who are you trying to kid? We looked around this place before you got home-whirlpool baths and water beds with those funny massaging units in every damned room, electric vibrators all over the place and such toys like that! C'mon, level with us-whose wild pad are you sharing, anyway?"
Lisa shrugged and tried to sound nonchalant: "Well, if you must know, I've been living with a dynamite dude named Chad Winthrop. We've been together for more than a year. You'll really dig him when you meet him. He's flying in tonight."
"Well, judging from this mansion and the Rolls Royce we saw in the garage, this Chad guy must make a bundle!" Pepper exclaimed.
"What does he do for a living, Lisa?" queried Glory, "Is he some kind of TV star or something like that?"
Lisa grinned: "Something like that." She paused for a moment. "Well, come on, tell us!" said Laurie. Lisa looked at the three girls, a serious look on her pretty face.
"Look, I'll tell you, but you've got to promise to keep it to yourself. He doesn't get all that much privacy and I want to help him keep it that way. Okay?" The girls nodded their heads solemnly.
"Chad's a rock singer," Lisa began, just as Pepper, jumping up and down in excitement, cut her off. "I knew I'd seen that name somewhere before!" she exclaimed. "He goes under the name of 'Jerry Jetstream', doesn't he?" Lisa nodded. "Jesus! He's fantastic! And he's got a great bod, too. I saw a layout on him in Creeping Stone or one of those rock magazines. Far out!"
The three girls were jumping around with sheer excitement and Lisa was forced to whistle them into silence. "Now that I have your divided attention," she said with a grin, "Let me inform you that Chad isn't any superman or hero. He's a real down-to-earth dude who's been terrific to me and I know you'll get along with him just fine if you don't all come on like a bunch of crazy groupies. He hates groupies."
Pepper picked up her guitar, winked at the twins and turned to face Lisa. "We're not groupies, Lisa. Swear to God we're not. We're cool and you don't have to worry about us embarrassing you with Chad." The midget Brigette with the golden hair that matched Lisa's own strummed out a chord and grinned at her older sister. "We're not groupies-we're a group. A singing group. We're not stars yet, but maybe...."
Lisa looked around at the girls, astonishment on her face. "A singing group? Now wait a second. I know you guys used to sing in the church choir, but a singing group?"
"That's right," said Glory softly, "we've been working with a rock band back home-school dances and stuff like that-and people say we're damned good! So we figured that while we were out here we might be able to line up some auditions with some small record companies-things like that." Laurie nodded. "And now that you're living with Chad maybe he could listen to us and if he likes us...."
Lisa held up her hand for silence. "One thing at a time." She glanced briefly at Pepper's voluptuous little body and the equally appealing figures of the twins and then said with a sly grin: "Don't worry about Chad liking you. One look at you and he'll get such a hard-on he'll need surgery! And he might be able to help you if you really are as good as you say. But first let's settle a few things. There's plenty of room for you guys to stay here and you're welcome to stay as long as you like. The only rule is to-be cool. That's it. Just be cool and everything will be dynamite. Now I'm going to call Carmen up here and she'll get you straight with your rooms and stuff like that. Sound all right?"
Pepper and the twins looked at each other as though they'd just found out that their first record had become a million-seller overnight. Then they hugged each other and swarmed all over Lisa, hugging and kissing their loving older sister. Pepper spoke for them all: "Lisa, we just knew we had the best damned older sister in the world! You'll be proud of us-we guarantee it, right, girls?" The twins nodded in unison. "And as far as the other thing-our little 'problem'-maybe Chad wouldn't mind ... uh ... you know, us being family and all."
Lisa shook her head in mock-indignation. "First you come down on my place like a swarm of horny little locusts and now you want me to share my old man with you." The older girl was pensive for a moment. "But, come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea-and I know Chad would love to 'help you out' as you put it. At least I'd know that you're getting it from the best and I could keep an eye on all of you without having to leave the house!"
Laurie's eyes smoldered with undisguised desire as she looked boldly at her older sister's ripe, provocative body. "Maybe you could do more than just keep an eye on us, Lisa. After all the family that plays together...." the young girl's voice trailed off and she averted her eyes.
Lisa shook her head. "It looks like I've got triple trouble on my hands for the next little while. Well, shit, as they told us at stew school-grin and bear it. And, to tell you the truth, it won't be that hard as far as you guys are concerned." She caught herself staring right at Pepper's hard-nippled, grapefruit-like titties. Pepper just grinned.
Lisa impulsively threw her arms wide and drew her three nubile young sisters into them. After a moment of emotional-charged hugging and kissing, Lisa broke free. "Look, Chad should be in from the airport in a couple of hours. I don't know about you, but I'm dying to take a lazy whirlpool bath and get myself in shape for my man. See you guys for dinner, okay?"
"Okay," echoed the three Texas nymphets. Lisa turned and headed for the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back to face the girls who stood together in the center of the large, plush bedroom.
"By the way," queried Lisa with a smile, "if you guys are a singing group-what exactly do you call yourselves? Professionally, that is."
The trio of teenagers exchanged glances and then broke into wide grins. "The Wild Cherries!" they shouted in unison.
Lisa, shaking her head, left the room.