Chapter 12
The next day when Harry phoned she picked it up, and got the address of Lila La Marr.
Then, she told Charlie goodbye, and took a taxi to the ultra sophisticated penthouse apartment where Miss La Marr hung out. When Lila answered the door, she was wearing dark glasses, and a draped white affair that clung to her body dramatically, putting her giant-size breasts on display. Instantly, Donna turned-on looking at them. What a set of knockers to suck on, she thought.
"Come in, darling," Lila smiled, "And you have your precious dog with you-what's his name?"
"Dandy," she smiled.
"What an unusual name, dear-Dandy-hmmm."
"Well, Lila," she smiled, "We call him Dandy because that's exactly what his is-one dandy good fucker."
"So is Brutus," she smiled, "Brutus, baby, come here, and meet Dandy."
Brutus was also a Great Dane, and he looked at Dandy with a bit of jealousy surfacing, and a small growl.
"Oh, Brutus," Lila laughed, "Quit being so jealous of me! After all, I've got to step out a little bit now and then-I hope you don't mind."
Donna marveled at the way she spoke to the dog. It was almost as if she thought the dog was human.
"Should we go into the bedroom?" Lila asked, turning and gracefully gliding toward a double-door bedroom. When, she opened it, and Donna saw the blue circle bed in the middle of the room, the small artificial fireplace, with its electric-simulated logs aglow, and the mirrored wall, she knew she was seeing something rare and beautiful. Then, Lila pulled a drapery cord, and turned to catch her response, "I give you New York City," she smiled, and sure enough Lila did give her New York. Towering skyscrapers rose on all sides, and in the distance, a speck of sky could be seen.
"I hope you'll close that when we-"
"Of course, dear-I'm an exhibitionist-have been ever since I went on stage at seven, and made my first movie at fourteen."
"I've seen you in a lot of pictures," Donna confided.
"Have you, my dear?" she smiled, and began undressing. It didn't take her long, as the draped white affair slid to her ankles with a couple of shrugs of her shoulders, and then she turned around, "How did you like me?"
Donna looked at her great red-nippled breasts, and her eyes swept down to her shaved slit. Lila was older now, but she had taken excellent care of herself, and she looked delectable to say the least. Donna could instantly understand why any producer worth his pecker would love to go down on her, and no doubt, she was skilled in the fine art of cocksucking, ass-licking, and pussy-eating; three sexual crafts careers on stage or screen consider pre-requisite training.
"Well," Lila snapped, "You haven't answered my question, luv-can you?
"You look good enough to eat," Donna stammered.
"Maybe I'll let you eat me, then-and we can swap our dogs later, how does that sound, sweetheart?"
Donna vividly recalled what Charlie had said. He had told her Lila was a lez, who'd use the dog swap as a device to lure women to her place, and then she'd go to town.
"Sure, Lila-anything you want to do."
Lila came over, and pressed her naked body against Donna who still hadn't finished stripping.
"You're a beautiful girl," she said, "Not at all like some of the old warhorses Harry has sent over here-"
"Do you have him keep you supplied with a steady stream of girls?" Donna asked, finding the words coming tumbling out, before she'd stopped to think Lila could consider that an insult.
"Does it make any difference to you what I do, or how many I do-or why I do it to them?"
Her voice was stern, and commanding, and quite manly, and certainly not one to argue with.
"No," Donna shook her head, "I'm just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat," she said evenly, "and it's killed a lot of cunts too."
"Don't get angry, Lila. This is all new to me?"
"Where are you from?"
"I was going to a college in upstate New York," she explained as she stripped.
"And what happened? Did they boot you out for carrying on at some cozy college orgy, my dear? You look the type."
"No, I just hit it off with one fellow and we both cut out."
"Hit it off-you mean he fucked you. That's the truth, and he fucked up your whole life taking you out of college. Nice cat, probably pimping and living off the bread you earn in bed, am I right, Donna?"
Donna was naked now, and she didn't reply.
"I'm asking you a simple question, Donna," Lila demanded, "You've acted awful because you thought I was an evil Lez. Well, dear, do you think you're any better?"
Donna sat on the edge of the bed.
"Of course you do, or you wouldn't have been so insulting to me-asking me how many girls I bring to my bedroom. Well, honey, let me tell you one thing. I buy sex, I don't sell it no more. I used to have to sell it to get me up the ladder in the movies. But, once I was on top, I did as I pleased."
"And women pleased you?"
"Yes, women turn me on. The studio went out of their minds to hush up some of my torrid affairs. And then one day I made a big mistake."
"What was that?"
"I got so hot for a beautiful young girl-a high school girl, that I made a pass-on a bus on Hollywood Boulevard of all places."
"Oh, my god, what happened?"
"It only ended my career," she said grimly.
"I don't blame you for feeling bitter, Lila," Donna said sadly, "I guess they wrecked you over that? Just because you made a pass."
"Well, I'll be fair with them, honey. I did invite the cute little thing home and sucked her silly."
"That was unwise-"
"You're telling me," Lila laughed, "That pussy suck cost me a career. But, I still had a name, and even though it leaked to certain quarters, I did make a night club tour. But that was awful."
"Why was that so awful?"
"They put me in a Vegas floor show with a lot of French girls who ran around without their bras on. And when I got a load of those sweet snatches covered only by a glistening g-string I couldn't help it."
"Couldn't help what?"
"Having an orgy with the girls after the final show."
"They caught you?"
"Did they ever? You see the chicks are reserved for the management. They make deals with special customers to let them ball the girls, and the last day of the show-they stage an orgy. I just beat them to it."
"And that wrecked you?"
"Did it ever," she sighed, "The word spread, don't trust Lila-she'll gobble down the cute cunts. And so my night club career came to a screeching halt."
"That's too bad. Can't you make movies overseas?"
"I guess we could, but I don't dig going down on some third-rate Italian movie producers. And they make such soggy, bloody spectacles anyway-"
"But the Italian women are really well built."
"Tell me," she laughed, "I've been to Rome, and I know just where to go to find what I want."
"Compared to some of the beautiful women you've loved all over the world, how would you say I rate?"
"Donna, dear-you sure must be desperate for compliments. Alright, sweetheart-you'd rate right at the top. You're an absolute knockout."
Donna smiled.
"Honey, lie on your back, and let Lila love you now." Lila went and got a strange looking dildo. She strapped it on, and then she carried a small rubber bag attachment with it over to the bed.
"What's that bag for?"
"This bag holds the juice the cock spurts into your cunt, honey."
"I never saw one like that."
"Lila La Marr deserves the best-even in the dildo department," she laughed. And then she got up on the bed, straddling Donna and slowly drove the big dildo into her vagina. Donna gripped it with her muscles, and squeezed.
"Oh, honey, that feels fantastic," she told her, "Keep fucking like that. Just like you're doing right now."
She pumped it to her, and she reached out and stroked Lila's back lovingly.
"Rub my buttocks, baby," Lila smiled. "Like that! Yes, honey! Do it!"
Lila's hands gripped her shoulders, and she drove into Donna with truck-driver force.
"Fuck it, you little bitch," she said roughly, "Fuck it. Wiggle your ass around for me. Put something into it. I'm paying for it, so give, baby, give."
Donna threw her pelvis up to meet the wild cockthrusts of Lila, and as Lila continued screwing her, her hands went out, and she gripped her buttocks tightly.
"Ohhh, ahhh, keep it up! Fuck-fuck-fuck it," Lila demanded. Then, she was biting her lower lip. Donna could hardly believe she was fucking a woman.
"Now, baby, now!" she gasped, as she rutted into the girl. Donna's hands kept working on her buttocks, in her never-ending desire to entertain her.
"Keep that up, fucker," she gasped, "Yes, yes, hang-on-fuck it good."
"Ohhhh, you do it just like a man," Donna panted, as she pushed up to meet her hard cock-thrusts.
"Better than a man," Lila smiled. "Just wait, you'll see. Men can't fuck a woman like a woman can-our psyches are closer. We know what it feels like to have our vaginas sucked on, to feel our clits licked."
Lila's cagey propaganda pitch for Lez-love was working. Donna was feeling flashes of strange new sensations going through her, she never felt before.
"Ohhh, baby, keep it up," she moaned, "Love me, love me!" And when Lila heard Donna demanding sex from her, she was on her cloud nine.
"Yes, baby, yes," she panted, as she roughly brushed her great breasts back and forth on Donna's breasts.
"Isn't this titty contact, terrific?" Lila demanded.
"Yes, oh, yes," Donna replied turning her head from side to side.
Now, Lila knew she could have her just as a man would have a woman-domination appealed to her, and she was presently in full control of Donna.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Donna begged, and the huge dildo drove farther, and farther into her vagina.
At a certain moment, the time was right Lila decided, and as she bent over to pepper her face with kisses, she pressed the button on the bag that released the contents that simulated sperm. It rushed, it shot into Donna's aching vagina, and with this much passion, and erotic delight, she came too. Lila kept rutting into her, until Donna had finished grabbing at the dildo with her cunt muscles. Then, she slipped it out.
But, she went down there, and buried her face in Donna's moist, dripping triangle.
"Now, I'm going to eat you, luv," she smiled, "I filled the bag with some protein, and milk, and heated it up. So, I'll suck out a nice warm mixed drink-"
"You're too much," Donna laughed, throwing her legs up on her shoulders, while Lila went down there and sucked her snatch out.
Her long hot tongue lashed around inside her, and Donna wiggled this way and that. Lila's loving hands reached up to play with her breasts, while her tongue stabbed away.
"Suck it," she panted, "Suck-eat my cunt. Eat it." Running her fingers through Lila's hair, she luxuriated in the wild feeling of the fantastic fuck she was receiving.
"Now, baby, now,'" she gasped, "Eat my pussy!" Lila couldn't remember enjoying eating any girl's pussy half as much as she was enjoying Donna's clean cunt.
When she finally pulled away, she smiled at her. "You are something real special, honey! You really are!"
Then, she got her body around so that without the dildo around her, her smoothly shaved vagina was even with Donna's mouth. Donna well knew what was expected of her, and she did it. She let her hot tongue lash around her slit, and stabbed it back and forth.
"Eat it," Lila demanded, "Eat my hot cunt. Isn't it super inside my hole, honey? Some of the biggest tongues in Hollywood town, have been in there-and they loved it."
All this was new for Donna. But she was determined to do her thing.
Her mouth pressed tighter to Lila's hot pussy, and she stabbed around her clitoris, building up a suction, something like she did when she was sucking a man's penis off. Lila loved this, and when she would make sudden, jabbing movements with her tongue, and bite, she'd almost pull off her in her wild sex charges she was obtaining from the connection of her pussy, with Donna's mouth.
"Eat it, honey-eat my pussy. Pussy juice is good for you."
And then, Donna got a chance to know whether or not pussy juice was good for her. The cunt juices came flowing freely, and Lila demanded, "Lap it up. Lick it, honey! Ohhhh, ahhh, yes, love it!"
Donna continued lashing at her gash until she'd cleaned her out. Then, she took her tongue out of her snatch, and smiled up at her.
"How we doing, honey?"
"Just fine," Lila said, smiling back. "We can become great friends, I know."
"Do you think you could get me in the movies?" Donna asked.
"Couldn't you ask that when you aren't quite so close to my cunt? It makes me think you're trying to use me, and that wouldn't be nice, would it?"
"I wouldn't try to use you or anybody else," Donna said evenly, "I just asked a simple question-"
"But darling, the answer isn't simple at all. As a matter-of-fact, it's so goddam complex it frightens me."
"Aren't you glad you got a chance to work in the movies?" Donna asked her seriously after she'd pulled her leg off her, and had walked across the room.
"No, I'm sorry," she said, "I got used by so many men it turned me off all men. And now, just look at me! A has been before I'm forty, and a dog named Brutus for a lover!"