Chapter 9
Sue was determined that she was going to become a star. There was nothing that appealed to her more than the thought of flashing across the movie screens with Rocky, her lover, giving it to her.
"If you can't find anyone who wants to put me in pictures," she told her brother, "then I'll have to look elsewhere."
"I think I've got someone lined up," he said. "Hang in, honey, I'm gonna surprise you."
"It would be a nice surprise if you actually could locate someone," she said, "because I've been reading about girls who make a mint starring in those nature flicks."
"Since when do you call them nature flicks?" he asked his sister.
"I think it sounds nicer," she explained.
It was becoming clear to David that he had better find someone and fast. He didn't know where to look. However, he remembered all of the men that congregated at the bowling alley and he figured he might locate someone there.
"As a matter of fact," he said enthusiastically, "I'm going to be going out right now to look for the cat that I think will star you, sis."
"Good," she said, "I hope you mention money."
"You can't be real particular when you're beginning," her brother explained. "I've read about actresses who will do anything to get to the top. Some of them have to do dishes and clean floors and everything."
"That isn't the way I heard it," she said. "I heard it they get into pictures in other ways."
"What do you mean?" David asked.
"I hear it's not who you know but who you blow," she said. "That makes the difference."
"That's probably true," David admitted.
As he looked at his sister lying there in a filmy nightie, he got so hot for her body he wanted to have sex with her.
"How about fucking you now, sis?" he smiled at her.
"No way, buster," she said. "When you get your producer lined up then you can have me." "Bitch," he exclaimed under his breath. "What did you call me?" she demanded an- grily.
"Witch," he laughed, "what's wrong with that?"
"That's not a very nice thing to say about me," she said evenly.
"There are good witches and bad witches," he smiled. "You're a good witch. A sex witch. You don't use'a broom to fly, you use a dildo."
"You'd better make your appointment with that producer if you're interested in my pussy," she said in a businesslike manner.
"All right already," David said as he left his sister alone with Rocky.
He was about to burst in and tell her where to get off at when he heard her calling to the dog. Then he was so disgusted he turned around and walked out alone. His father asked him where he was going.
"For a walk, dad," he said.
"Want me to go with you?" his father suggested, s "I'd rather be alone tonight," he said.
"Girl trouble?" his father asked hopefully.
Seeing how his father's eyes lit up, he thought he might as well string him along.
"Yes," he said, "girl trouble."
"Who, may I ask?" his father smiled happily.
"You'd never believe it if I told you," he said quietly.
"Try me for size," his father said, confident that he would have selected one of the cute young high school chicks.
"No, dad," he said, "it's real personal between this girl and me."
"Sure, sure," his father smiled, "I understand."
When he got out on the street he felt more alone than ever. He didn't have a car and he had to take a bus. When he got to the bowling alley his spirits revived a little. He figured he would have a Coke and talk to somebody in the coffee shop if he could.
It didn't take him long to find someone who would chat with him. The gentleman who was sitting beside him was looking at a girlie maga-zune. A girl was leaning over a bowl of corn flakes, her bosoms brushing in the milk.
"Look at those knockers will you," he smiled. "I'd rather have them than the corn flakes and milk."
"So would I," the man laughed. "If you know a girl like this, send her around to my place."
"I do," he gulped, immediately thinking of his sister.
"Beautiful," the man smiled. "How much?"
"If you could do me a favor," he said, "she would do it free."
"What's the favor?" the man asked under his breath.
"She wants to be a picture star," he explained.
"A picture star for a fuck?" the man said angrily, "what does she expect?"
"That's how the others made it," he explained.
"Let's go outside, kid, I want to talk to you," the man said nervously.
When they got outside the man wanted to blast into him. However, when he looked at the young boy's sincere expression he couldn't.
"You know, tiger," he said, "if she would give me a head job for twenty, I might take her up on it. How about it?"
"All right," he said, "but she has a specialty. She fucks a dog."
"A dog fucker, too?" the man said. "That's interesting." "She didn't want to star in regular movies," he explained quickly. "She wanted to work in those sex films."
"I see," the man said, gaining interest. "She wanted to be a picture star but a fuck film star."
"Now you understand," he replied.
"Well, that's different," the man replied. "I can see what I can do."
"What do you mean?" David asked him.
"I want to introduce myself," he smiled "I'm Ted Bradford. And I'm interested in various ways to make money. I used to be a bookie, you know what that is."
"Is that in the publishing business?" Dave asked, not knowing at all what he meant.
"No, my friend," he said, "that's in the animal business. It is in reference to horses. Very respectable."
"How could you help me?" Dave asked sincerely.
"I'll tell you how," the man explained. "I was thinking of getting into the movie business. I have one of those super-eight millimeter cameras I bought and I was thinking how easy it would be to photograph cute chicks having sex. String a few of those scenes together and you've got a movie. Might make a fortune. Deep Throat will never win any Academy awards, but it sure made a lot of money, didn't it?"
"Yes," he replied, "but that Linda Lovelace was a big star."
"She wasn't before Deep Throat," the man told him. "Now here is your chance. If you would like to bring this girl over to my apartment I would pay her if she would perform in front of the camera."
"With her dog, Rocky?" David asked.
"That would be just fine," the man assured him. "I'm sure Rocky is trained to do the job to perfection. From what I hear, these women who are crazy about their sporting dogs, train them."
"Oh, yes," David assured him. "Rocky is very well trained. He'll eat pussy and everything."
"That's beautiful," Ted exclaimed eagerly. "I can hardly wait to watch Rocky suck pussy. Wonderful what you can train a dog to do these days."
"That's what I say," he replied. "I think they should respect a dog who goes out to ball a woman. There's nothing wrong with it."
"Of course not," the man replied. "The dog is performing a much needed service to the woman. Some women can't get enough cock, you know. These women have been the pleasure of my life. I've specialized in running around with nymphomaniacs. They used to call me Ted the Big Dick."
"That's nice," he replied. "I'll bet you are flattered with your title."
"I'm not ashamed of it," the man said. "Actually, I have a nine-inch cock. And women can't get enough of me. Sometimes I take on two women. One licks my balls and the other sucks my cock."
"Oh, that's real nice," he said, "that would make an interesting movie, too."
"Damned if it wouldn't," the man agreed. "But I'd kill any guy who'd photograph me doing it."
"Why, Ted," Dave exclaimed, "you're not being fair. You think it's all right for others to fuck and get in the movies. But not yourself. You might make a big star with that huge cock of yours."
"Now see here, kid, I wouldn't dare show that." Ted covered himself quickly. "I might have women all over the world trying to locate me. Can you imagine what would happen if I had half the women in the world trying to pull on my pecker. It would be too much."
"You've got a point," he agreed. "That wouldn't be good."
"Now tell me about this chick," Ted said, "she sounds might interesting. Fucks dogs, eh?"
"She's crazy about them," he assured him.
"Well that's, just the type of dame I would like to get involved with," he said. "I could make money on my camera and equipment."
"It was really a miracle meeting you here," young Dave told him happily.
"You might say that," the man smiled. "And then again you might say I was the devil's disciple, too."
"I don't look at it that way," he said. "I want this gal to meet you," Dave said. "She would really like you."
"Do you think you could get her to give me a good ass suck," he asked frankly. "I hate to be blunt about it, but I like that."
"Yes," Dave replied quickly. "She's a fantastic ass sucker."
"That's good," Ted replied. "Some chicks don't dig that. I feel that a girl who gives ought to give everything. Right?"
"That's true," Dave replied.
It was obvious to Ted that they had to get together.
"Now where can we get together that'll be mutually convenient?" he asked.
"Do you know a good motel for making fuck flicks?" Dave asked.
"Those motels can be dangerous places," the man said. "I would recommend we be more circumspect."
"What's that mean?" Dave asked.
"Don't they teach you kids anything in school these days?" the man demanded. "I bet you don't even know what orgy means."
"Oh, I know what that means," he replied quickly. "Yeah, an orgy is where everybody is fucking everybody. They got their faces fused against each other's sex."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Ted said. "There's still some hope for the world. They're teaching you kids what the big words mean. Rome used to have its orgies and we have ours. But I'll bet ours are better."
"Why do you say that?"
"The Romans hadn't invented the water bed yet," he said grimly.
"Water beds make fucking better, don't they?" Dave asked.
"They certainly do," Ted replied. "That is, unless things get too hot and the dam breaks."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean when the lovers get tangled and pumping and the bed breaks and the water splashes all over the place."
"Did that ever happen to you?" Dave asked curiously.
"Oh, yes," he said. "One time when we had too many people on the bed. It was very embarrassing."
"I imagine it would be," David agreed.
"I think it would be good if we met right here at the bowling alley coffee shop," he told him, "and then we could take it from there."
"All right," David agreed, "but when do we get together?"
"That's a good question," the man said. "How about tomorrow night? That's Friday night."
"Good," David agreed.
He left the man and they arranged to meet at eight. And as he went home on the bus that night he couldn't help thinking about his sister. He wanted so much to borrow the family car so he wouldn't have to take Rocky on the bus.
When he got home he was surprised to find his father waiting up for him.
"Hi, son," his father grinned.
"Hi, dad," he said.
"What's the matter?" his father asked.
"I need a car, dad," he said, "I really do."
"I guess a fella does need wheels," his father said. "When he finds that chick that means something to him he wants to take her around in his car."
"What do you say, dad?" he said, "could I use the car tomorrow night?"
"That's sort of sudden, isn't it, son?" his father shrugged.
"Can I?"
"All right, if it'll make you happy," his father agreed.