Chapter 2
"Mr. Giambalvo, those two actresses have come for their audition."
The salt-and-pepper-haired casting director sighed, then rubbed his eyes. "Thanks, Rita. Send them in, then take off. You've put a long one in."
"I appreciate that, Mr. Giambalvo. I'll be able to tackle my laundry this evening." His dutiful secretary started out the door. "I'll lock up on my way out."
Nick Giambalvo leaned back in his swivel chair, wondering why he, too, hadn't called it a day. The wristwatch he consulted reflected seven-thirty-well past his quitting time. The open window transported a gentle breeze that rustled the palm trees that lined the parking lot. He contemplated a drink at the tavern down the street before hitting the freeway.
The murmur of voices down the hall alerted him to the women who sought a reading. Again, he sighed. He tired of the talent-deficient babes who flocked his office, competing for a fragment of his hectic schedule and invariably falling on their gorgeous faces. He didn't always mind particularly when horny and meaningful eye contact won him a decent blow job or, better yet, an enthusiastic lay. At fifty, he still liked scoring with the chicks. It kept him young, trim and mentally fit. Most aspiring actresses saw him as a dashing Italian in his early forties. He considered dying his full head of hair to match his black, cultured mustache, then vetoed that theory. Women went for the "father" image: seasoned maturity, a sympathetic ear, a reassuring smile. Retaining his true appearance seemed his best option.
As long as Hollywood drew the delectable creatures and they came rapping at his door, Nick remained gainfully employed and sexually active. The studio executives showed their gratitude for the curvaceous cuties in the form of generous cash incentives. Sometimes, they threw important parties and needed them to decorate the crowd. In that capacity, Nick served them well.
Upon occasion, he stumbled upon a diamond in the rough who merited closer inspection. Nick longed to shape one's career, if only to confirm his standing in the entertainment industry.
The slender brunette-perhaps late twenties-and the diminutive blonde-apparently a few years behind her, with a set of curves-took him by surprise and revived his flagging energies. Their beauty was of model quality and when they spoke, their voices were deliciously symphonic.
"Welcome, ladies. What can I do for you?"
The brunette acted as spokeswoman. "We understand there are some bit parts in upcoming commercial films and wanted to take our shot at them."
He folded his hand and regarded them expansively. "It's unusual to seek a joint audience. Generally, I do separate evaluations."
"Honestly, Mr. Giambalvo, we were nervous about seeing you," the blonde confided, "and had to muster our courage. We came from St. Louis and are new to the game. Would you kindly grant this allowance?"
Collectively, they stirred his loins. He detected the beginnings of an erection. Their innocence and loveliness captivated him. "It's unusual, but not out of the question. I'd be happy to accommodate."
Nick's brain clicked with ideas. Even if they flunked the litmus test, he could hook them up with the television division of Meridian Pictures. They required an inexhaustible supply of walk-ons to embellish a scene.
Naturally, his decision to navigate them in that direction predicated upon the expected favors. Nick did not endorse the "free lunch" concept. He figured both were good for a screw.
The brunette suggestively brushed against him. "Before starting, Mr. Giambalvo, we'd like to converse. Show business has always fascinated us. Through high school and college, we've been enamored of it."
"Educated women, eh? Why not? The industry could use some smarts. We've got an abundance of airheads and whatnot. Degreed people are a refreshing change."
"Well, we have some college under our belts," the blonde sheepishly amended, "but our education is incomplete. We've been theatrically inclined and driven by the desire to flex our acting muscles. We hope you can make our dreams come true."
Nick couldn't resist ogling her large breasts pressing against the thin blouse. The lacy outline of a bra fired his imagination. "That, ideally, is the goal."
They got cozy on the sofa, one sitting on either side of him. Nick drank it in. Female attention, especially of the luscious variety, was right up his alley. He honestly believed his being an old crock turned them on. The brunette practically straddled his thigh and the blonde pushed her tits in his face. Perhaps they would forgo the reading and jump into the
"couch audition." He'd done that countless times. Given the press of their warm, willing bodies, he doubted they would object. The lazy cast of their eyes led him to that conclusion.
"Would you care for a drink?" he offered. "It might help you relax."
"That would be nice," the blonde purred.
Nick poured them wine from his small refrigerator. He reserved a decent supply for special occasions-and fortifying himself for confrontations. Some clients were notably difficult, their needs complex.
The door to his office creaked, and a head craned. A younger, dark-haired man with strong, virile features glanced at Nick. They shared the same olive skin and like characteristics. "Sorry, Pop, didn't realize you had company."
"Come right in," he generously waved. "Meet my son, Salvatore. I'm trying to take him under my wing, teach him the business and plan for my retirement. Sal is optimistically going to carry on the tradition." He turned to the women. "Excuse my failing memories, but your names again, please?"
"I'm Linda Webster," the brunette introduced, "and that's Paula Meyers, a friend."
"Hi," Sal said, grinning at Linda. The slim brunette was presumably his type. His dark spheres lingered on her. "I'll have some of that wine, too."
"Help yourself." Nick surrendered the jug. "They were about to read for me. Why not stick around and give us your thoughts?"
"Sure. I've got nothing else planned."
Paula batted her baby blues at Nick. "Could the reading wait? Rarely do we meet such charming men. Los Angeles seems to have a conspicuous shortage."
Linda came alive under Sal's intense study. "We're dying for a chance to prove ourselves. Getting a break is tough."
"Not when you have talent," Sal mentioned, digesting her appetizing leanness.
"Hopefully, we'll convince you of that."
Sal snapped his fingers. "I forgot something in my car. I'll be right back."
"Want some company?" Linda chimed.
"Sure," he brightened at the prospect of getting lucky. "Right this way."
For certain, the item in the trunk was but a ruse. Linda, nonetheless, welcomed the opportunity to pry the strapping hunk from his father. They never made it to the rear entrance. Sal spirited her to the wall and was on her at once, pawing and flailing his tongue.
"Eager, aren't you?" she gently teased before submitting to that meandering tip. She strained on tiptoe to comfortably receive it. Sal easily had a foot on her, complicating the effort.
He cupped the back of her head while descending the warmth her mouth provided. A groan of satisfaction at meeting her silky whips sounded.
Linda stirred at his masculine touch. Sal had enormous hands, capable of encompassing her waist. She shut her eyes, genuinely aroused, and felt a shower of tingles whisk over her body.
Sal, she guessed, was in his mid-twenties and of average experience. Paula- likely fared better with the father, who had the advantage of perfecting his style over the years. Linda, half a decade older, viewed herself as instructor for the upcoming lesson.
Sal, true to his generation, showed impatience. He hastily peeled off her blouse and mouthed her nipples. Comparatively speaking, Linda did not have Paula's rounded shape, and therefore went sans bra. His initial pull robbed her of air. While he lacked seasoning, she took into account his outward virility and the spontaneity. With that, she savored the toe-curling rush.
"Oh, yeah," she murmured, swallowing roughly.
"Jesus," Sal muttered, "you really flipped my switch, baby. I really dig brunettes, and I gotta have some of you now."
His hoarseness dispeled the image of his being a man of confidence. He dragged his tongue around her nub, then completed the circuit. Passing over her barbed point with a flourish, he repeated the process with agonizing flair. His artistry dredged up tiny mewls of joy.
Chills ran up and down her spine. Linda thudded against the wall, ill-prepared for the quality of his licks. Despite his youth, he had mastered some critical moves.
Trembling, she removed the gold chain from her pocket and slipped it over her neck. The diamond pendant radiated color, even in the hall's muted light, and was prominently displayed over her small yet tantalizing breasts.
Sal, oblivious to her donned accessory, began his hungry descent. He trailed slobbering kisses down her front, pausing at her navel for a disarming slurp, then worked the metal button of her skintight jeans. Her abdominals rippled as he sluggishly exhaled. The hot filtering of his breath made her grit her teeth. Her nerves prickled as his warm gusts fanned the errant pubes curling around her panties. He lowered them and inhaled her female aroma.
Sal soon had her pants off. She did not care about being totally naked while he stayed dressed. Her nudity served as bait. Clutching her pendant, she leaned into his face. Her brown muff pressed his mouth.
"Yeah," she moaned. "Do it. Suck me."
His wriggling tongue sank into her. She clawed the wall as he reached deeply into her nectar-drenched cunt. His scoops tripled her heartbeat. Delicately, he probed her succulent layers.
The pendant swung away from her. He ate her with total enthusiasm, pinning back her folds with his enormous thumbs and gleaning the juice from every crease. She shivered as he devoured her nectar-rich flesh. Her bare cheeks bumped the cool wall during his thirsty drill. She could scarcely polarize her thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand.
"Let go, baby," he muttered, edging from her excited snatch, "and cum in my mouth. I want to feel you shake while I suck the honey from your cunt."
Linda couldn't handle his electrifying tempo. She tried to reclaim her pendant and start, but his tongue undid her. "Yes," she moaned, responding to his volley of licks. "Oh, yes. More."
Her legs vibrated around his bobbing head. She choked back a cry as he speared her hole, sponging her excess. His suction threw her into a spin and scrambled her brain. He stuck his tongue far into her quivering flesh, brushing her innermost recesses. She was unsure how much longer they could continue before crumbling her very foundation.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, her soaked pussy muffling his contentment.
The pendant slipped from her fingers. She slammed against the wall, dizzy with joy. He stroked her clit, determined to make her spasm. His expert revolutions drove her farther from reality's grasp.
Linda tried to monitor Paula's progress, but couldn't hear anything above her convulsive sobs and his hungry intake. His mouth clamped her, draining the nectar from her snatch. He rubbed her button so beautifully, her pupils curved up in their whites. She hadn't expected Sal to be so good. Orally, he had the knack.
"Ohhhh," she wept, disoriented by his whisks.
Back and forth, his tip brushed her. She clutched his head and twisted between his locked lips. He never left her swollen bud, aggravating its pulse. Her heels smacked the floor several times as she neared her dizzying peak. Her jaw dropped and lips quivered.
"Come on, baby," he muttered between gulps, "do it."
Linda had little choice. His slurps took command of her senses. Squirming against the wall, she helplessly surrendered to that extended tongue. It took her to exhilarating heights, affording her a jetting rush. The pleasure never let up for a second until completely ravaging her.
"Jesus," she murmured, absolutely bewildered.
Gradually, Linda's mind began to function. Sal's tip continued to slide around her clit, sustaining her orgasmic high. She clasped her pendant and compelled him to stare at it. The gem sparkled, exploding with light.
"Where did you get that?" he quietly asked, swirling around her tender clit. Her juices kept seeping from her pink groove.
"It's an antique," she said, angling it so that is dazzling splendor did not escape him.
Sal nonchalantly licked her while she exhibited it. His brown eyes dwelled on it, then sought hers. From his casual glimpse, he found nothing striking about the piece. His interest seemed elsewhere.
Linda shivered as he lapped her sensitive cunt. The diamond nearly fell from her clasp. "Do you like it?"
He shrugged. Jewelry apparently held no fascination.
She bit her lip, undermined by his scalding lashes. His cunt-lapping talents affected her speech, slurring her words. He coaxed her vulnerable clit, playfully nudging it. Her throat muscles ached, yet she managed to talk.
God, she thought. Enough! For God's sake, enough! "Don't you find it ... relaxing?"
Sal's whirls lengthened, his tongue sluggish.
His eyes stopped moving during those pounding seconds. She could hardly inch from that swerving tip and its gratifying movement.
"That's right, Sal. Submit to it. You cannot resist its magnificence."
She watched, with relief, when his pupils dilated and his tongue stilled. Had she not entranced him, he would have made her cum again. He surely had her on the edge. Fortunately, his enslavement was complete.
Shaking from the aftereffects of his slurps, she retreated from his elongated tip. Her buttocks touched the cold wall. Once inducting him, avoiding physical contact was crucial.
"You are under my spell, Sal," she advised, "and at my disposal. From this point hence, you will routinely follow my instructions. Never will you question my authority. Subconsciously, you are my prisoner and have no choice but to serve me. Do you grasp that?" like a robot, he nodded.
Linda was about to commence questioning him, then elected to check on Paula. Her friend was plying her craft on the father. Linda had dominated people far longer than Paula, who was still, in her opinion, a novice.
Paula, she discovered upon entering the room, had the situation under control. Between Nick Giambalvo's legs she knelt, his cock moist with her saliva. Paula gave him more than a few token licks to account for that accumulation. A heavy drool capped his bulbous head.
Paula, clasping her pendant, beckoned Nick. His dark pupils had widened in the same fashion as his son's. Judging from his dedicated gaze, she successfully penetrated his will. Perfectly still he sat, transfixed by the array of dazzling colors.
"Did it go smoothly?" Linda asked.
Paula cautiously rose from her crouched position. Nick's cock, glazed with her saliva, stood upright. "For the most part. I licked him very slowly, gauging his response. He kept studying my tongue, but eventually cooperated." She regarded the man. "I gather you took the son. How was that?"
Linda shivered. "A delicious challenge."
Paula smirked. "I'll bet. The father was fun. I'm looking forward to taking him out of it."
Linda's gaze returned to Nick Giambalvo's thick member. She shivered. That rock-hard dick had cunt-expanding dimensions and probably guaranteed a mean ride. "Mmmmm. I would think so."
"Do you really think they'll lead us to Sheila?"
Switching to her half-sister's plight brought an unpleasant twinge. Linda despaired at Sheila's baffling disappearance. Luckily, someone had witnessed her abduction from the front of the hotel and under hypnosis, recited the license plate number of the vehicle screeching from its premises. Their hellishly long pursuit took them from Las Vegas to Los Angeles and involved a number of pendant-subservient informants. Seduction, then enslavement became their modus operandi. Their most recent inductee reported that Sheila, or someone resembling the photograph they flashed, had taken refuge in a Hollywood mansion. They decided, after much deliberation, to enlist the renowned casting agent to expedite their chase rather than trespassing on private property. Most homes were electronically guarded, or protected by attack dogs. Their mesmerist skills helped in neither area. They counted on the Giambalvos to further illuminate her trail. "Surely, these men have the necessary contacts to grant us entree in those lavish homes, and narrow our search."
"I hope so."
"Casting directors tend to be pals of the honchos. Some even provide a reliable cache of pussy." Linda gestured to their purses. "Let's show them the photographs, then make it short and sweet. We may have time to explore some of the prospects they divulge."
Paula displayed her wallet-sized portrait of Sheila to Nick. She resumed her spot between his legs. His cock remained largely swollen and curved upward. "Nod if you have seen this woman."
The older Giambalvo maintained a blank countenance while moving his head up and down.
"Where?" Paula's pulse sped. "When?"
"At a party, up in the Hills."
"Can you be specific?"
"Marc Wallace's place, about a week ago."
Paula was somewhat conversant with the famed producer of fast-paced cop shows and theatrical thrillers. His name regularly appeared in gossip columns, usually in an unflattering light. The thirty-six-year-old womanizer had a penchant for hell-raising. His reputation generally preceded him. "Can you get me into his house?"
Nick replied positively.
Paula wondered if Sheila wasn't still Wallace's guest. She lowered the picture, then directed the diamond pendant at his spellbound pupils. "You will arrange that for me, Nick, and anything else I request. My voice will reinstate my influence over you. Defying me is impossible."
The salt-and-peppered Italian remained expressionless.
Satisfied with his induction, she whispered. "I will awaken you, Nick. Your servitude will then begin." With that, she lowered her tongue to his balls and gave him an invigorating slurp. Renewed contact ended the trance. Paula, a creative soul, varied her approach.
Nick gulped and blinked as she slapped fresh saliva to his taut pouch. Her lick reestablished the thread of continuity, and wiped out the entire episode. His head pitched. "Yeah, baby, that's nice."
Paula's small fingers curled around the base while her lips covered his cockhead. That monster inched into her mouth, hot and pulsing. She sucked and tasted some of his male juice.
Nick cupped the top of her head and firmly pushed down. "Take more."
He grew hornier by the second. Paula, anticipating his famished mood, obliged him. She edged downward, her tongue in constant motion, lashing his veins while gripping him. She promoted strong eye contact-not so that he could subconsciously backslide, but to show how deeply she enjoyed blowing him.
Nick groaned at her vise-like grip and ticklish whips. Her lips ran up and down the length of his large, heavy cock. Paula sincerely loved the last phase in which she physically contented her subject. His raw masculinity simplified the task.
"Yeah," he muttered, "you do that well."
"Mmmmm," she purred, her mouth packed.
While sucking him, she massaged his saliva-juicy shaft with her fist. He powerfully throbbed in her clench. Even if he erupted, she safely betted that he would want her to keep going. His fierce beat supported that theory. He slid through her clasp, purplish red. After tightly squeezing him, his domed head issued a creamy globule. In a flash, she swiped it.
Outside his office, Linda closed her eyes. Sal, fascinated by her ecstatic response, jammed his thick cock into her tight cunthole. His pants were off and his hair-rough thighs widened his access while he drove into her. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling him toward her.
"Do you like that?" he hoarsely asked.
"Yes."
Seconds earlier, she had returned to the scene, finding him frozen on bended knee and bearing that faraway look. Her commands were nearly identical in content to those used by Paula. She clinched her power over him by extracting his vow for continued service. Sal, her prisoner, mechanically agreed to her terms. Because he was fully dressed, she couldn't lick his balls and end his stupor. She flattened her snatch to his face and ground it until her juices dampened his lips, then trickled into his mouth. He drifted back to reality, then, believing he had finished eating her, wanted to fuck.
Linda submitted to his whim.
Sal clutched her by the shoulders and pushed deep into her cunt. His brown eyes turned liquid and his features tensed as he savored the feel of squishy pulp. Linda could feel his balls strain at her sopping entrance, unable to take a bit more. She shrank around him, compressing the air in his lungs.
"Yeah," he grunted, pumping her. "You do like it. I can feel how much." His dick charged into her, stroking her slick passage. "Your pussy is putting the bite on me. Ahhhh. Keep it tight while I fuck it."
Linda whimpered as that rigid mass burrowed into her. The overwhelming conflict forwarded her pleasure. He pressed her to the wall, his shifting weight propping her on tiptoe. Christ, she thought, the guy was hung-yet, she joyfully reconciled herself to it. She welcomed the hot, sawing movement, aligning her hips with his relentless swing. Her moist cunt greased his thrusts.
He launched into a rougher tempo. Linda's sobs doubled as his balls smacked her. "You can handle it, baby. Few chicks can. They usually beg me to finish fast."
"Not me," she huskily said. "I can go for hours."
He rammed her and saw nothing but total bliss. Linda backed her promises with an abandoned shove and a lasting smile. The wet sounds of their friction underscored her happiness.
The brunette seemed too willing to oblige him. She provided no explanation for her panting compliance, other than sexual attraction. Smashed to his groin, her milking action quickly shortened his will power.
Sal gave it to her, hard and steady. He nailed her ass to the wall, yet she bounced back for more. Her snug pussy advanced over his pulsating cock. The urge to shoot pounced on him until fighting it became impossible. Linda was already there, gyrating madly while contracting. Her orgasmic squeeze triggered his deluge.
"Jesus," he muttered, rocking on his heels, cumming harder than he could remember. "Oh, yeah. Ughhh."
Linda's shout of enthusiasm matched his in pitch. Her dark eyes glittered as he flooded her.
He heard his father's guttural cry, then recalled the curvaceous blonde. He wondered what she was doing to him that warranted such a blaring howl.
"Let's check it out," he said after Linda appeared to regain her focus. Her black spheres centered on him and her lips slowly curved.
"Anything you say," she murmured.
Her ready agreement stirred him. He was almost tempted to keep moving his dick and converting her blithe expression into one of gasping ecstasy. He had done it before-popped his nut, then went right on fucking. His father's bellow came again, signifying the conclusion of a great thing. His curiosity got the better of him.
They entered the office just as Paula's lips detached from Nick's thick cock. He still shuddered on the sofa, struggling to take in fresh air. Judging from his flushed countenance, it had been some blow job.
Linda noted that Nick's erection persisted. That big dick swayed in the air, pumped with excitement. In gazing at him, she realized he was already trying to woo her. They exchanged smiles.
Sal helped Paula to her feet, but did not take his hands off her. He caressed her silky curves, palming her erect nipples. The electricity of his touch prompted her tiny sob. Her velvety buns brushed his stiff cock, still juicy from Linda.
Paula closed her eyes when Sal wrapped his arms. Cupping her mound, he dragged her sweet tush to his boner and throbbed in her crack. He hadn't lost a fraction of his hammering power.
They switched partners at will. Neither man objected, judging it a fair swap. As for the ladies, comparing father with son individually drove them.
Linda straddled Nick Giambalvo and latched her cock-crushing pussy onto him. He gritted his teeth as that constricting pink band swallowed him without respite. Through heavy slits, he observed its downward advancement before his eyes fully shut.
"God damn," he muttered, reveling at Linda's gratifying embrace. Hot female energy fought around him, struggling to consume him. "Yes." He seized her hips and pulled her evenly to him, wishing to submerge every furious inch. It hardly mattered that his son's jism lubricated his passage. Thicker than Sal, her tremulous walls invariably expanded to accommodate the added meat.
Linda seemed oblivious to his size. She sank onto his perch with absolute glee, her dark pupils disappearing into the tops of their sockets. The only sign of possible discomfort came when he clinched their connection. She cried out and retreated halfway down his shaft. His cock, too, was longer and proved a considerable undertaking. Nick, determined to bury himself, dragged her toward him until her cheeks quivered atop his balls and she made a shivering touchdown. He clamped her buns, preventing her from squirming away.
"Yes," Linda sighed, adjusting to the increased girth. "Fuck me. Spread me with that big cock."
Nick soon groaned as she rode him. Her tight snatch rubbed him, the friction sweet. His wits scattered as she hastened her gallop. His balls pummeled her small butt, yet he received no complaint.
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned, feeding the rush. Her hips efficiently moved.
Those small tits jiggled, her nipples stiff, as she madly humped him. Orgasm tickled his loins, yet he grappled with the urge. Letting that wet pussy gobble him was vastly preferable.
Sal bent Paula over his father's desk, then lowered his cock into her appetizing crack. Instantly, she exhaled when he stuck half his thing into her receptive hole. Sucking his dad apparently left her juicy. Her cunt gripped him as he pushed to the balls. He watched himself plow into her moist middle. Her pussy widely yawned as he immersed himself to capacity.
Paula glanced at him over her shoulder. For a moment, they held their gape. She looked as though he had given her exactly what she desperately craved before applying her clench. It was Sal's turn to grimace. The spongy coils of her snatch compressed him.
"Fuck," he gasped, overcome by the agonizing tension.
Those blue eyes digested his facial contortions.
Several moments lapsed before he regained his wits. Glaring at her, he gripped her ass and crammed his cock into her demanding hole. In and out he went, savoring the conflict. His balls walloped her sumptuous cheeks.
Paula swooned under his sawing flux. She bit her bottom lip and clutched the sides of his father's desk. The pounding movement of his cock brought undeniable pleasure. Ecstasy evolved from each direction.
The office echoed with their collective moans.
"Do we have enough to go on?" Paula asked when they pulled in front of their motel.
"I think so. Nick is going to arrange bit parts of us in a forthcoming miniseries Marc Wallace is rolling out for the network. We'll definitely get our chance with him."
Paula smirked. "I understand he's cute."
"That's what I heard, too-but he also has the reputation of being a wolf."
"Our kind of guy, eh?"
Linda laughed. "We'll need to polish up on our acting skills beforehand. We have to come off as being totally credible."
"I'm not worried about it, considering the acting we do before inducting our subjects."
"True."
Walking to their door, Linda began fishing through her purse for her keys when she noticed that the door to their room was ajar. Glancing at Paula, she proceeded with caution. The thought of a burglar combing through their things alarmed her.
Paula flashed her a wary look.
Before either of them could touch the knob, the door swung open. Jack Tremain-the man who had once abducted them and connived them into stealing for him-waved. "Hello, ladies."