Chapter 10

Lindy had had a hard time getting through the rest of the afternoon's rehearsal, but she had done it. She hurt like hell, but she didn't show it. By the time rehearsal was called for the day, she was ready for two tranquilizers-but instead she took three, just in case.

They did the job, with the help of a bottle of gin she kept in her dressing room. She showered and put on a clean white dress-she looked radiant in it-and met the others in the dining room for the dinner show.

Lindy couldn't help but notice the strange expression on Terry's face. It was as if he wanted to keep from looking at her. She took his hand under the table-they hadn't had a chance to get together alone since they were together in Vegas, and Lindy felt at least touching each other under the table would help. But Terry pulled away.

As they were eating salad, Ron blurted out, "I suppose we owe this glum evening to our afternoons?"

No one said a word.

Ron continued. "Terry sits here all bothered and bent outta shape because he's doubting his masculinity. You see, Terry-how should we put it?-got fucked this afternoon."

Lindy gasped.

"Yes, Lindy, I fucked Terry. And he loved it, every minute of it. So he sits here-his ass hurts I don't doubt-brooding, wondering, worrying."

Julie giggled. "Drink, eat, be merry!"

Ron went on. "And Julie is laughing it all off because she succumbed to being the dominant bitch-cunt this afternoon, forcing that dancer to shove his fat dick up little Lindy's bum."

"Shut up," Lindy snapped.

Terry looked up in surprise, into Lindy's eyes. Suddenly they found that measure of understanding again.

"And little Lindy screamed and kicked and had her cute little asshole raped by that big stud assfucker. And then, good trooper of the stage that she is, went out there and tapdanced her way through the rest of the afternoon."

"Waiter," Julie called, "I'd like another drink!"

When the waiter had gone, Ron went on. "I wonder how Gerry feels tonight? He's only banged boys before, at least the only assholes he's had it had been boys'. He's probably comparing the feelings right now ... "

"Ron, come on, let us enjoy our meal," Terry said, not even looking at him.

But Ron had to carry it through. "Terry got fucked and loved it. Lindy got it up her butt and took it just like her mother used to. And Julie got off on it because she's jealous of Lindy banging boys when she could have her all to herself. She and Sally and all the other dykes in this city."

"And you can have all the fags, baby," Julie snapped back at him.

"Please stop it!" Terry said, a little too loudly. People at the next table turned. He couldn't risk that-they were all recognizable.

Lindy dropped her fork, reached into her bag and took out a little pillbox. She opened it, popped a little blue pill into her mouth, and drank half a glass of water.

"What was that?" Julie asked, worried. She'd seen a bottle of sleeping pills in Lindy's suitcase the day before.

"Like mother, like daughter," Ron smiled.

Terry didn't say a word. He knew the best thing to do would be to be quiet and try to forget about it all.

But late that night, in bed, he couldn't be quiet. Was it worth it? Was putting up with this shit, putting up with all this mental torment and torture worth it? How about the lessons, the singing, the voice sessions? Where was his life? Where were his roots? And now, was it fair of Ron to fuck his head up by fucking his ass? He loved it, yes, Ron had been right. It was the greatest sexual pleasure he'd ever had. And it worried him more than anything.

He worried about Lindy, too. The pills, the crazy pace she was setting, the constant rehearsing, the craving for sex-word traveled fast and he knew she'd been fucking Gerry every day, and then going off with Julie and Sally for a few nights of girl-love-and the constant nervousness she was beginning to show. Only two more days, then she'd open. He worried for her-he wasn't sure she'd make it.

Down the hall, Lindy Travis was in a deep sleep, induced by two Nembutals and a chaser of gin.

Across the hall, Ron and Julie sat up in bed, talking. The room was dark except for Julie's ever-present cigarette.

"We've got people from every major studio in California coming to the opening," Julie remarked.

"I know. Every time I think of the money that will be sitting in that room, I could choke. You had better take it easy on her, don't you think?"

"What?" Julie asked indignantly.

"You and Sally and her butch girl friends. And keep that kid, Gerry, away from her, too. She needs rest in the next two days. She's getting fucked up."

"What do you mean fucked up?"

Ron raised his voice. "You saw how she downed that pill at supper, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"She was half asleep during the whole show."

There was a pause. Finally, Julie said, "All right, I'll make sure she's sheltered. And you watch your step with Terry. I can just see him turning into a raving queen."

Ron laughed. "Oh, come on now, he's as butch as I am!"

"Yes," Julie snapped, "but you're a lot older and more mature. He's a kid. He can't handle homosexuality yet. I'm afraid."

"After this afternoon, he's gonna have to!"

Julie couldn't help it, she had to join in laughing. "Man, you two were really a sight!"

"Hey," Ron asked, "when did you come in?"

"Right after you twisted him around on your cock!"

"Fantastic!" He laughed and then put his arms around her. "The hell with those silly kids, I still love you."

"And I still love you."

Ron kissed her. "I love you more than ever!"

"Prove it," Julie whispered, pulling her panties off her feet.

Ron readied his cock and slammed into her. He pumped hard, fast, wildly. She pulled his hair and reached down and slapped his ass. "I love you, Ron," she whispered passionately.

"I love you, baby, and I'm coming in your cunt!" And with that he stopped moving and let his cream roll out of his cock into her hot womanly box. She clung to him without a word and finally released him and wiped her hair from her eyes. Ron pulled out and sat up next to her.

"Been a long time," he said.

"Yes. I'd forgotten how nice it was!" Julie added.

"Let's get some sleep."

They crawled under the blankets.

There it was. The sign she had dreamed of:

OPENING TONIGHT:

MISS LINDY TRAVIS

MAIN BALLROOM

She stood there for a moment as the men hoisted it from the truck and secured it beneath the hotel's bright marquee. She had finally made it.

The rehearsal was a kind of walk-through, just something to do with the afternoon, a few intros and the opening lines of songs, but nothing that amounted to hard work.

Gerry came by her dressing room when rehearsal was finished, kissed her on the cheek and wished her well. She was feeling the jitters-opening night jitters. She slugged down a glass of gin and took one Librium-she limited herself to that.

Telegrams began to arrive, some from people she didn't even know, fans of her late mother, wishing her well. Others invited her to join them after the show to discuss her "future" or her "career." Those she'd show to Ron, that was his business.

Julie came around to add some names to the list of Hollywood stars and people from the industry who were coming. Lindy had never seen Julie so excited.

Ron was busy with last minute arrangements and last minute fuck-ups-such as her name being spelled Tavis on the special napkins they'd ordered. Things like that.

Lindy went out by the pool to be alone. Someone was swimming. It turned out to be Terry, and she felt relieved. "Hi, swimmer idol," she kidded, and sat down on a deck chair.

Terry climbed up out of the water and sat next to her with a towel on his shoulder. "Nervous?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. But I feel better now that I've found someone sane to talk to." She smiled.

Terry nodded. "We never seem to get together. You're rehearsing, or I'm rehearsing or meeting people. Records, openings, concerts, ugh. I'm sick of the whole thing already."

She gave him a knowing look, "You're no more sick of it than I am."

Terry looked up at her and nodded. She was right.

"Terry, do you think after all of tonight is done with, I could see you?"

He was surprised. "Sure, yes, of course. I'd love it. We can have out own little after-the-party party."

"Good." She took his hand. "I'll need someone to lean on after I get through this evening. It's really going to make or break me forever. This is it. Mama's ghost is watching!"

"You'll be fantastic!" Terry said, gripping her cold, trembling hand.

And she was! Lindy Travis was a triumph! She received four standing ovations and had to do three encores before the big-name crowd would let her off the stage. All the dancers and chorus and orchestra gave her roses, and she cried big honest tears at the end of the ordeal.

Terry had been at the first table, and the thing that had really touched his heart had been something he totally didn't suspect. About the middle of the show, Lindy said, "And now I'd like to do a sweet, wonderful song, one that you all probably know. It's very popular right now and Terry Peerce, sitting right down there, wrote it and recorded it. I only hope he won't mind what I do to it ... " And then she sang it like no one had ever heard before. Terry was in tears by the time it was finished.

At the reception afterward, Terry finally made his way over to Lindy, and as soon as they were together Julie gave the photographers the okay to start flashing. The room filled with popping flashbulbs and Terry posed close to Lindy, just the thing to start rumors of a romance-just what Ron and Julie wanted.

Lindy didn't know what was happening regarding her "future." Ron was busy talking to many people who looked as if they were either rich or influential or both. She didn't much care, she knew she'd get offers. Her performance had been electrifying-she'd been as good as her mother ever was, and she was determined to get better.

She waltzed through the crowd, meeting famous stars, some for the second or third time since some of then; had known her mother and she'd met them when she was growing up. She kept receiving greetings and accolades. But her mind was on that sign outside, and on the signs that were to come. The sweet taste of success was in her mouth.

Finally, at five in the morning, she went to her room after Ron and Julie walked up her. Terry had turned in early, waiting for Julie in his room. Julie took off her gown, stripped naked, and put on her yellow robe. Then she crept down the hall and knocked softly on Terry's door. He opened it immediately and then locked it behind her.

"You survived it!" Terry said, hugging her. He was only wearing his undershorts.

"Barely. But I want to forget about it, Terry. I want to completely forget about it." She walked to the bed with him and sat down. She felt better now-she had popped a tranquilizer into her mouth when she changed into her robe.

"Terry, let me suck your cock. I've been thinking about doing that for a long time now ... "

Terry was a little surprised by her sudden turn toward sex, but he was willing and ready. He stood in front of her and pulled his shorts down to his knees. His half-hard cock sprang up and she bent forward to take it in her mouth.

"Oh, Lindy, that feels good," Terry said, wiggling his shorts down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as his cock started to harden in her warm, wet mouth.

"I love your cock, you beautiful boy," Lindy said, licking under it, over his balls. "I loved singing your song tonight-I thought about sucking your cock when I was singing it!"

"I had an erection under the table," Terry lied.

Lindy nibbled at his cockhead, kissing it as it lengthened in front of her. "You have the greatest dick! It's the most perfectly shaped I've ever seen, better than Ron and Gerry put together." She took it in her mouth again, and then pulled off it, hitting it with her cheeks. She grabbed his balls with her hands and played with them, pulling on them gently, and then forced her hand between his legs and found his asshole.

Suddenly his cock jerked and she could feel his entire body going stiff, as her finger probed his anus, he shivered and shook with passion. "Lindy, I love you! I love you!" he said over and over.

"I love your cock," she purred, and then pushed her lips down on it again. This time she didn't release it-she started sucking in rhythm, moving her head back and forth, digging her finger up his asshole, rubbing his balls, flicking her tongue over the tip of his swollen cockhead.

He rubbed his hands through her hair and sighed. Then he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her robe apart. She moved one hand and pulled out of it, and then the other, and finally the garment dropped to the ground. She was naked, on her knees, and he sat on the edge of the bed as she twisted around, switching places, so his cock was at the perfect position for a blowjob.

She sucked him hard and good. He flopped back on the bed and lifted his legs so she could fingerfuck him at the same time. He was close to shooting, and had to hold back several times.

"You like getting fingerfucked, don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I love it ... " he moaned.

She darted her finger all the way up his ass and pulled it out. Then she released her lips, letting his cock slap up against his abdomen, and started in sucking on his balls, one at a time, until she was able to pull them both into her mouth. She swirled them around with her tongue and pulled them into her throat. Then she went down to his asshole, spreading it with her fingers, darting her tongue in and out of the hot passage.

"Oh, godamnit, I can't stand it!" Terry cried out on the bed. He was in heaven, in pure bliss. He never wanted her to take her face from his ass-the same face that had sung those beautiful songs, the powerful singer with the cute little half-cocked smile like her mother had ...

Lindy pulled her face away and stood up. "I want you to fuck me, Terry!" She fell to the bed next to him, their bodies close together.

"I'll do anything, Lindy, anything!" He bent over and kissed her lips and chin, and then made his way down her body slowly, down her neck, between her breasts, to each nipple, down her belly and finally coming to rest at her pubic mound.

"That's it, Terry. Kiss my pussy."

Terry slid his tongue along the line of her cuntal lips and then darted it in, just as she had darted her tongue in his ass.

"Oh, that's it!" she said, spreading her legs. "Eat my cunt!"

Terry stuck his head between her legs and sucked as hard as he could. He brushed his tongue up into her and felt her clit and rubbed it. She dug her nails in his shoulders and reached down to grab his throbbing cock. Then he licked her pussy lips again and came back up her body, just as he had gone down.

They kissed again, passionately, with all the pent-up force in their young bodies. Then they sat up on the bed and embraced, and finally Terry moved his head down between her legs again and Lindy did the same to him.

She took his cock in one hand and started kissing all around it, over his thick sac, over the flesh of his thighs, and finally on the tip of his penis itself. Terry moaned and stuffed his tongue as far into her as it would go, pushing her legs apart with his hands. He fingered her tiny asshole and finally shoved his head far between her legs, far enough to lick her hole and apply some saliva.

"Go ahead, Terry," Lindy moaned, wanting his finger up her ass. Ever since the day Julie had forced Gerry to fuck her ass, she'd been more conscious of the pleasure stimulation of her anus could bring. Now Terry would put his finger up her ass ...

With his face in between her legs, his chin pressing against her cunt in their sixty-nine position, Terry pushed his big finger into the girl's tight bum. She gasped and held his cock in her mouth, between her teeth, as she felt the sharp pain as his finger entered her. Then, in a moment, the pain was gone and a delicious sense of pleasure and excitement flooded her body.

Terry licked her pussy as his finger slid all the way up her asshole. He felt the muscles pulling him, hugging him, tugging on him-it was as if her asshole wanted his entire arm up there! He slipped his tongue into her cunt again and then shoved the finger to the hilt.

"Christ," Lindy murmured, pressing her face to his cock and balls.

Terry knew exactly what he was doing. He'd done this many times before, to himself. He knew just how to slide his finger, how to twist it, how to rotate just the tip-and at the same time his tongue did wild dances in her pussy. She cried out and he felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter as her pussy juices started to flow.

"I'm gonna make it," Lindy said, all at once starting to slam her body against his face, making his hard finger move faster in her asshole. "Eat my clit!" she shouted, forcing his head between her legs, spreading her pussy as much as she could. She hugged his cock and sucked on it, kissing it, adoring it, as she felt her orgasm rising ...

Suddenly the whole world seemed to come crashing down! Everything went black and she felt nothing but the incredible pleasure rising out of her loins. She let herself go and it was as if the world had exploded-she was lost in space and time, with only a feeling of ecstasy enveloping her.

Terry didn't let go. He kept his tongue moving till she begged him to stop as she came back to reality. After he pulled his face away, he eased his finger out of her and let her just lie there, relaxing, trying to catch her breath. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then patted it against her wet thighs.

"That was fantastic," Lindy purred, grabbing his cock in her fingers again.

"Listen, if you're tired ... " Terry started to say.

"No, I'm fine. I feel great!" She bent over and kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue around the slit in the end.

"Lindy, you were great tonight," Terry said again, still remembering seeing her on that stage. It was hard to believe the same girl was now between his legs, licking his hard cock.

"So were you ... so are you," Lindy said, getting excited again, and smashed her head down on his cock. She was addicted to his penis-she didn't know what it was exactly, but it was a feeling, a compulsion, that she'd never experienced before. Ron had a bigger cock, Gerry's was thicker, but she was crazed with Terry's-and she sucked it better than she sucked any of the others.

Terry sat there on the bed with his feet curled under him, watching her take his cock down her throat. He wanted to come desperately. There was a feeling coming over him, something he couldn't explain, something that told him he didn't want to have intercourse with her. He wanted her to take him in her mouth, to take his cum and swallow it and curl up in his arms for the rest of the night ...

But Lindy wanted to be fucked by this cock she adored. She wanted to feel it all the way in her cunt, slamming into her, screwing her till she came again! That's how she wanted it, without Ron or Julie watching, without them even knowing-she wanted love!

"Fuck me, Terry," she moaned.

"Are you sure ... "

"Terry, I want to feel your beautiful cock in my cunt! Please, please now, stuck it in me!" She was going crazy, squirming around on the bed, getting into position, spreading her legs, holding her cunt lips apart.

Terry knelt between her outstretched legs and she grabbed his cock and positioned it at the lips of her pussy. Then she said, "Go ahead, shove! HARD!"

Terry started thinking about it-can I do it? will she like it?-but he quickly turned his mind off and told himself to forget. Thinking could do no good now, he had to do what his heart and his cock told him to do. He shoved his body forward and suddenly felt his cock enveloped by soft, warm, gripping flesh.

"Oh God, yes! That's it!" Lindy shouted, grabbing his shoulders, pulling his body to hers. His cock was buried to the hilt, their pubic hair entwined, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. He was fucking her and he hardly realized it.

He began to move his hips up and down and each time she met him with a gasp and a push with her loins. The bed squeaked and she brought her feet up around his ass, forcing his cock another inch into her cunt.

"Lindy, Lindy, Lindy," Terry moaned as he banged her furiously.

"Oh, baby, you're better than Gerry! Fuck me crazy, honey!" She was going wild, feeling his cock scraping against her clitoris, knowing she'd be able to make it to another orgasm.

"I love you, Lindy," Terry cried out, pumping his hips. His cock was hard as rock and his balls were swollen with his cum. He'd been close to coming twice in the last hour, and now he'd really shoot into her hot hungry pussy.

"Come inside me, baby! Fill me up!" Lindy begged, running her hands over his back and down to his ass cheeks. He kissed her and licked her ear and neck and pressed harder against her body, so her breasts moved beneath him, her hard nipples cutting into his chest.

"Come, Terry! I'm almost ready! Come together!"

"Yeah, yeah," Terry mumbled, but he couldn't feel it in his cock-he wasn't ready to shoot. He pumped his cock wildly, hard and fast, but still he couldn't feel that wonderful exploding sensation just before orgasm.

"Terry, I can't get off till I feel you coming inside me!" She was practically weeping now. She needed to feel his jism flooding her insides, then she'd be able to come again.

But Terry couldn't do it. He finally stopped, sweating, panting, and said softly, "I don't know what's wrong ... "

Lindy opened her eyes and looked up at him. She at once knew-she'd been hoping it wouldn't have to be like this-and she knew what to do about it. She squirmed her body to one side a bit and reached down to grab Terry's balls. Then, as they stared into each other's eyes, she brought her fingers up to his anal opening and touched there, hard, deliberately.

"Oh, yes, that's it!" Terry said.

Lindy felt his cock twitch and jump inside her pussy. She pressed her fingers up harder and two of them entered his asshole to the first knuckle. That was all he needed. She twisted her fingers around once and felt him shudder and grasp her body to his.

Without moving his cock, without so much as a shove or a stroke, Terry came. Lindy's fingers up his ass did the trick, and he shot off harder and wilder than he'd ever come before. He shouted into the darkness of the room and Lindy gave up her orgasm for his pleasure. She kept her fingers moving around and around in his asshole till he'd stopped coming, and then finally pulled them away and rolled on her side, with his cock still in her, until he pulled it out. Then she went down on him again, sucking the cream off his dick, licking his asshole, resting her head between his legs.

As she lay there, quiet, feeling his deep slow breathing, his cock limp against her cheek, she knew there was no hope for the two of them-at least with each other. She needed to be fucked, and he'd never be able to do it-because of the simple reason that he needed to be fucked also!

It was a realization, a truth, and they both accepted it. They had hoped for more, but they'd take what they could get. They didn't want it to hurt their friendship-Lindy kept thinking, Wouldn't it have been nice if Terry and I could have found a great sexual thing and had fallen in love and told Ron and Julie to go to hell!-but it did. That bond they had felt so strongly wasn't so strong any longer. Terry felt a bit ashamed of himself, and yet he accepted the fact of his anal orientation better than he had thought he would. And Terry continued to fuck Gerry, Ron, Sally, Julie, and a long list of others in the days before their Vegas stint came to an end.

Chapter Eleve

Terry Peerce was a sell-out in Albuquerque. His triumph was created by good advance publicity, the fact that his record had climbed to number two in the nation, and that he had signed to do a TV special with other young singers in the new season.

Terry and Ron had taken a trip to Hollywood one day. It had been very simple. The producer of the TV show talked to Terry, interviewed him, told him nothing was definite, but invited Terry and Ron to his house for dinner that night. He was a nice guy, good-looking, in his thirties, a bachelor ...

Ron had gone back to the hotel, but Terry stayed in the man's bed-and got the job. He'd been good, as good as he could possibly be. It was easy, in fact-all he had to do was lie there with his legs spread, and he enjoyed it. Ron felt a pang of jealousy, but he quickly got over it when he saw the figures on the contract the next day. Ron was going to be very rich, and since Terry didn't have a business manager and didn't know he actually needed one, Ron figured he could rake in half the money that would really belong to Terry for the next two years.

And back in Vegas, Julie was doing the same thing with Lindy Travis. HELD OVER! the signs said. She was usually hung over, drunk on booze and loaded with pills to keep going or to calm her down. When did she have time to rest? She did two shows a night and spent most of each day meeting people, talking about movies, Broadway, commercials-there was always something planned for the days. Julie scheduled her to talk at women's club luncheons and conventions and fashion shows. She was the toast of the town. And it was killing her.

The day after the Albuquerque concert, Ron and Terry arrived back in Vegas. They met Julie and Lindy out at the pool. Terry thought Lindy looked terrible, but he didn't say anything. He looked fantastic, she thought-the sweet taste of success had been in his mouth too and he had liked it.

"They even ripped my shirt off," he said, still a little stunned with the fact that he'd finally reached his David Cassidy appeal, if only on a small scale, and was about to reach the hearts of little teenyboppers everywhere via television.

"Our two stars," Julie said, motherly; happily, money-signs all but flashing in her eyes.

"Our kids," Ron added, smiling.

That night, Terry went to Lindy's midnight show, and again he was stunned. No matter how bad she'd looked in the sunlight, on stage she was gorgeous. He sat at a ringside table and Lindy looked down at him often during the show, dedicating his song to him again. This time she sang it with tears in her eyes.

After the show, Terry noticed Julie in the casino, playing the quarter slot machines. She was standing talking to a blonde girl he figured was either a whore or a showgirl. He started over to them, but bumped into an older in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry," he said.

She looked up at him through her thick glasses and said, "Hey, wanna make fifty bucks?"

"What?" Terry asked in surprise.

"All you have to do is take off your clothes ... "

He didn't let her finish. He all but ran over to Julie. "Man," he said standing next to her, "see that old hag in the wheelchair?"

Julie nodded.

"She wanted ... she wanted me to have sex with her!"

"Oh, no!" Sally giggled, leaning against a slot machine.

"Terry, this is my friend Sally. You've heard us talk about her." Julie pulled the arm of the machine. Three quarters dropped out. "Shit."

"Hi, Terry. I like your record a lot," Sally said, taking his hand.

Terry looked at Julie and said, "Listen, I'm really tired. I see the dancers are coming out, so Lindy should be out in a minute. Will you tell her I went to bed and I'll see her tomorrow?"

"Sure," Julie said, pulling the arm again. Nothing. "Shit. Yeah, I'll tell her. She's going to a party with us anyhow."

"Oh, okay," Terry said softly. He crossed the casino and noticed a boy standing on one side of the lobby. He'd seen him before. Where? The guy was carrying a small make-up case. Oh, he's a dancer in Lindy's show. Terry walked to the elevator.

"Come on, baby, lick my cunt a little," Sally said to Lindy. The three women were naked on Julie's bed. Ron had found someone shortly after dinner and was off with them for the night, But Julie didn't care. Now she had the room all to herself-and her girls.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Lindy said, getting up from the bed.

She walked to the bathroom, but Sally and Julie went with her. She stopped and looked at them as she turned on the bathroom light. "I have to go to the bathroom," she repeated.

"We're going to watch," Julie said.

"Yeah, I love to see a girl tingle! Can I touch your pretty pussy lips as it comes out, honey?" Sally asked.

Lindy was freaked-she'd never expected anything like this. She started to protest, but she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere ... she'd do what they wanted. Hell, maybe it would be exciting ...

She sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Julie stood against the wall and Sally got down on her knees, pressing her tits to Lindy's knees. Lindy tried but nothing happened.

"Hey, wait, I want to see something exciting!" Julie said, and told Sally to get up. "I want to see Sally's pussy burn with Lindy's golden stream!"

Lindy didn't have time to think. In a moment she was squatting over Sally in the bathtub. The showgirl had her legs spread, her pussy held open with her hands, ready for Lindy to pee directly into her cunt. "Oh, Lindy, I want to feel your hot piss flooding my box!" Sally moaned in anticipation.

"Come on, do it," Julie ordered sharply, working her fingers in her own cunt.

A trickle started. Sally gave a yelp of pleasure. Then Lindy let go completely and the urine flowed from her pussy lips, covering half of Sally's body, and ran down the little drain. Julie watched in fascinated pleasure.

But it was too much for Lindy. When she finished, Sally started masturbating herself on the bottom of the tub and Julie was kissing her tits and playing with her own cunt. Lindy stood up and suggested they take a shower, and turned the water on. In a minute the room was full of water as they played around with the soap and giggled girlishly. Finally, back in the bedroom, she let them fuck her with the vibrator till she came and then she left them so they could spend the night together.

She walked out into the hall and went to Terry's door. He was going to knock, but she knew it wouldn't solve anything. She went back to her room and dried her hair. Why wake up Terry? What could he tell her that she already didn't know? She was caught, he was caught, in a web they had helped spin themselves. The same web her mother had been caught up in till her suicide.

Lindy took a sleeping pill and waited forty minutes. Nothing happened. She grabbed the gin and put down a glass, and then took her sweater and went outside. The sun was just starting to come up. She walked around the grounds of the hotel for a few minutes, and then she started feeling sleepy and went back into the hotel.

As she crossed the lobby she happened to look into the keno parlor. The place was empty except for two people, a handsome guy with fairly long hair and a beard, and a beautiful woman dressed in a simple, lovely gown. They were laughing and giggling as if they were the only two people in the world. The keno caller watched them with a smile. The woman lit up a cigarette and said, "Last game unless we win."

They watched the numbers being called off. The guy yelled. "Kecky. we did it!"

The woman broke up completely. "We won a whole ninety cents! What are you talking about, we did it?"

"One more game," the guy said, and ran up to the keno counter.

Lindy watched as the woman watched him. There was the look of love in her eyes, and when the guy came back and sat next to her, he put his arm around her, and they sat waiting for the next numbers to come up. They were oblivious to the world. They were together, connecting, alone in a Vegas hotel. Lindy almost had forgotten such things could happen. If only she could find someone ...

"One more game!" the guy shouted.

"Tom, you're crazy!" the woman said, opening her purse to find the last of their change.

They're probably more happy being broke, Lindy thought. She was rich and what did it do for her? She started to walk away and glanced back again. She envied the couple, not so much because they looked so good together, or because they both had a kind of class about them that she'd never had. She envied them because of the simple fact that they were happy-happy together.

Lindy walked down the hall. The picture of the couple in the keno parlor haunted her mind. Maybe, just maybe, she and Terry could take another try at it. Maybe the sexual part would happen after a while, maybe it would work out ...

She passed her door and walked to his room. She tried turning the handle-she didn't know why she didn't knock, she had the feeling the door would be open-and opened the door slowly. She heard a voice and a groan. She opened the door all the way.

"Who the hell?" a voice said.

She recognized the voice.

She focused her eyes. There on the bed was Terry Peerce, lying bare naked, face down, his legs and hands spread wide. Kneeling between his legs, with his thick cock embedded in Terry's asshole, was Gerry, his face looking flushed, startled.

"My God, Lindy," Terry moaned.

They all froze. Lindy by the door, Terry and Gerry in the light coming in from the hallway. Lindy finally blinked and took a step back.

"Lindy, I didn't ... " Gerry started to say, but there was nothing to say. He stopped himself and let his body fall down on top of Terry's. Terry closed his eyes as the door closed.

Lindy went to her room and downed another sleeping pill. She had many things to do the next day, and she needed some sleep. The sun was up now, the new day had begun. It was just like the times with her mother-Susan would stumble in drunk at seven in the morning and Lindy would help her into bed, give her a sedative. Now she had given herself a sedative. But the difference between mother and daughter was that mother had always had someone to take care of her.

Lindy Travis had no one.

Ron Feldman, at that moment, was sleeping between a young hippie-type guy and his chick in a trailer at the edge of the city.

Julie was cuddling Sally, the showgirl, in her bed.

Gerry was fucking Terry, wildly, brutally, taking out all the frustration he felt because of Lindy's unwanted and unplanned entrance to Terry's room.

Lindy was alone. She looked out the window. There was her name. She'd become what she wanted-to be more than her mother.

In all ways.