don't have to ask twice.' He recited his lines well.
'I bet you can.'
'Blaze Scott strikes again!' Jeanette cried. The dog jumped up and started barking at her.
'Shut up Morris!!!' Blaze snapped at the furry ball, his voice sounding nasty.
'Blaze, I think we should be going because neither one of us has slept for a long time and I'm just starting to feel the effect of all that driving. Please don't think we're a couple of hogs because we pulled your leg a little, that's just the way we are.' Lisa said it and looked him in the eyes in a way that spelled out that he might have a future with her if he was a good boy.
'Oh that's all right it happens all the time,' he said a bit flatly.
'Do you mind if we come back and visit you sometime? We're going to be in town for awhile.'
'No, no not at all, call me anytime. Here let me give you the number.' He went into the hall and scribbled it down and came back and handed it to Lisa.
Jeanette kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, 'Goodbye for now.' Then Lisa did the same allowing her body to brush and momentarily linger against his warm and confused torso before she backed out the door letting her eyes fall to his crotch. She blew him another kiss and then turned and bounced down the stairs.
They had a good laugh over that for a few days to come. After a week of driving around Malibu and Beverly Hills the girls looked at their wad of diminishing travelers checks and wondered what they were going to do to raise some income.
'I don't know where to begin,' Jeanette said.
'Me neither,' Lisa said.
Lisa decided it might not be such a bad idea to go see Blaze Scott again and ask him for a brilliant suggestion towards solving their living problem. She called him up one afternoon and he invited her out for dinner. As Jeanette dropped her at the door of his mountain retreat she said 'Now be a good girl,' before roaring away in the blue Thunderbird.
Lisa was a good girl that night. She fucked Blaze Scott on top of the largest pillow in the living room before leading him by his cock into the bedroom where she threw him onto the bed and proceeded to suck him off before top fucking him to a climax. When it was over she said, 'Sorry about the other night.' He mumbled something and rolled over and went to sleep.
When he awoke an hour later she was sitting at the end of his bed brushing her hair. 'Hey that was real nice baby, real nice. I mean like that was something else. By the way how old are you?'
'What does that have to do with anything?' she asked back. 'Nothing but I still would like to know.'
'Eighteen.'
'The age of consent, huh?'
'I guess so. Hey look Jeanette and I are looking for some kind of work. We need to get an apartment and… '
'Movie work?'
'Whatever. Just something to keep us going.'
'I don't know; things are pretty tight at the moment.'
'Well you've got a lot of connections and Jeanette is real smart. If there's anything you could do we'd really appreciate it.'
'Let me make some calls tomorrow and I'll see what I can do but in the meantime come a little closer to Blaze.' Lisa moved closer to Blaze; sinking head down onto the stiffened cock he offered her with an outward thrust of his hips.
Blaze Scott, much to their surprise but more to their pleasure, managed to secure Lisa and Jeanette jobs the following week. Jeanette went to work as a script reader for Blaze's studio and Lisa wound up as a production go- fer on Blaze's movie that was being filmed at that tune. They got an apartment off Sunset Strip but two weeks after moving in, Lisa moved out and into Blaze Scott's canyon love nest.
In a month's time Lisa was being offered bit parts in various movies from various directors and producers and the publicity flaks were doing a good job of fanning Blaze Scott's new romance into Olympian proportions. 'Who's that stunning blonde he's living with?' everyone was asking. Lisa was in fact growing more beautiful every week. The California sunshine was working miracles on her body and face and she
watched with as much awe as the gawkers who watched her stroll through the studio lot in her form fitting jeans and sweaters.
Word filtered back east to Lisa's parents about the goings on in Hollywood and her shacking up with that beefcake hero Blaze Scott but there was nothing they could do about it. All those dreams about college and doctors and lawyers went up in a puff of society gossip smoke. Lisa was sorry but not too sad. Jeanette in the meantime was letting little moss gather under her stone. She turned out to be as smart as Lisa had told Blaze. By September she had been promoted to Chief Manuscript editor of her department and in the evenings when she wasn't out dating she was at home embarking upon a budding writing career.
Lisa had been screen tested several times but in spite of her great beauty that essential spark that everyone was sure would ignite the world the instant her bosomy image filled the screen never materialized. For the first time in her eighteen going on nineteen years Lisa had to take a look in the mirror and ask herself a few questions. 'Don't feel bad about it baby,' Blaze consoled her, 'screens tests don't tell the whole story and besides, I failed my first one.'
In spite of the screen tests Blaze's manager, Morris Reagan, got her a walk-on part in a film about a high school dope ring that went on to win an Oscar for best screenplay of the year. When the first rushes were shown and Lisa delivered her first spoken words everyone in the projection room cringed a bit. That certain something wasn't there and tits and ass as they all told Blaze who had the job of gently translating the message to her, didn't a great actress make. 'But look at Mamie Van Doren and Jayne Mansfield,' Blaze said defending his teenage concubine, 'you mean to tell me they're great actresses?' The boys just shook their heads and muttered something about acting lessons.
Lisa got over it soon enough. She also got over Blaze Scott shortly after he completed filming his epic of frontier violence and survival in a harsh land. She moved in with his producer. The man was Claude Frescotti. He was forty years old and tinder his leonine mane of white hair was a face that resembled a slightly eroded Etruscan statue. He was well respected in Hollywood and had a Beverly Hills mansion that was renowned for the flocks of beautiful starlets who made it their home away from home. When Lisa moved in all that changed.
The starlets took off, and for Claude Frescotti it was not much of a loss. As he surveyed the gorgeous, nineteen-year old blonde sitting next to him by his pool in a skimpy, string of a bikini he sighed and looked up at the smoggy, leaden sky and thanked God for having brought them together. For all outward appearances Lisa was still a nineteen year old kid from Cos Cob, Connecticut despite what she thought. Claude Frescotti was the first man she loved deeply. He loved her as much as he could or until her looks ran out.
They celebrated her nineteenth birthday by flying down to Palm Springs in the private jet of one of Claude's movie colony cronies. He had a fire engine red Porsche with a big bow tied to the hood waiting at the airport when they arrived. It was just the kind of birthday present she needed since her powder blue Thunderbird was almost a year old. Lisa wasn't exactly a gold digger. She enjoyed what money bought but always said that she could take it or leave it. In the years to come she would take it more often than leave it.
That night back at their luxurious bungalow after a spell binding round of house jumping and bar crawling Claude came out with the words that Lisa wanted to hear. 'Darling would you think it a bit twisted of me if I said I'd enjoy making love to you in a different way than usual?'
She ran her fingers slowly through his thick hair and looked at him not quite grasping the meaning of his words. He read her face. 'I mean to say that I'd like to screw you,' and then his index finger wandered to the perimeter of her asshole and lingered before prodding lightly at it, 'there.'
'Oh Claude!' she said wrapping her warmth around him, drenching him in hot kisses, tearing at his monogrammed silk shirt, panting suddenly like a retriever at the end of a long run. 'I wouldn't think anything of the sort. You do anything you want to me. Yes fuck me there! Go ahead! I've been waiting too fucking long for you to do it.' She wasn't lying to him either. She had just been too embarrassed to ask any of her past lovers to oblige her this way and apparently they had been too shy to suggest it in the first place.
He spread the high, firm cheeks of her perfectly formed ass and stuck his mouth between them and began to use his forty years of experience on Lisa Williams in a way she would remember for the rest of her life. The instant
