Seeds of Fear

Chalminski's fondest hopes of being well-proportioned for her size. Gaping up at Donna, he discovered fat only where fat was supposed to be, and he was reminded of old Playboy pictures he'd seen of Jayne Mansfield — except Mansfield probably hadn't broken the tape bustwise in the low to middle fifties!

'I was lookin' for the b-bathroom,' Andy stammered.

'I was trying to d-decide,' Donna said, waving an arm longer than some women's legs at a sweater and pair of shorts on her bed, 'whether to put these on. Or n-not to wear anything.' Her words were still slurring on her, but she was definitely aware she was naked even if she made no move to cover herself. Instead she was taking a somewhat off-balance step forward, standing at the foot of the bed, raising her arms to Andy. She wasn't remotely crude about the way she added, 'I definitely do like men who aren't as tall.'

This was the producer's cue to produce, Chalminski knew — the time any man worth spit encircled the bare- ass girl with his arms and kissed her lips. But there was no way possible for him to wrap his arms around the part of Callaghan facing him, and —

Donna caught the small-man's hands in her enormous ones, fell back on her bed and took Chalminski along with her. One of his wide-open eyes wound up staring into her navel, and the incredibly generous breasts above him, standing straight up without a bra, made it impossible for him to see her distant face. He thought for a moment she'd passed out. That, combined with his total awareness of where his hands had fallen when they landed hard on the reinforced and ultra-king-sized bed — between her beautiful and impossibly long legs — finally directed a completely uncluttered message to Andy's brain and his body.

He got out of his clothes in record time thanks to the easy way one button on his sport jacket and two on his shirt popped away, and he didn't look down again at the warmly furry place where his hands had been. If she was virginal and everything he had read about feminine parts proved to be wrong, he might have to be Superman to help Donna Callaghan complete the rest of her audition.

After climbing her and resting with a blend of near overawe and definite readiness on Donna's impressive bosom, Andy craned his neck in order to kiss her and also learn if she was conscious. Her eyes were closed, but when he pressed his lips to hers, her tongue shot out of her mouth like a projectile at the identical instant her heavy-thighed legs ascended from the bed and crossed Andy's ass. She may be a virgin, Chalminski thought, mouth full of exploring female tongue that might become the most famous one in the world, but her instincts work like a fuckin' computer —

But he also realized he was what seemed like three miles too far north to do what she suddenly wanted him to do!

'Andy, Andy,' she moaned, opening her marvelous blue eyes and staring myopically at the way he was pinned to the upper half of her body like a teddy bear in some little girl's dream of tomorrow, 'go ahead! Do it! Do it to me!'

The circulation in Andy's ass, legs, and other parts was being shut off, and the passion that had let him overcome his initial sense of inferiority was slipping out of him like air from a balloon, but Chalminski was game. 'I'm willing, babe,' he managed, struggling against her gorgeous and powerful legs, 'but you're gonna have to let go of me a minute.'

Instantly helpful, Donna dropped her legs and also wriggled quietly out from under — throwing Andy heavily to the mattress on his back — and sat up straight above him, straddling his body but not touching him. She cupped her ideally proportioned breasts in hands that could palm basketballs and threw her head back as she licked her lips. They weren't yet in any contact, but Donna's girlishly pink nipples seemed nearly the size of erect boys' penises. Chalminski's organ promptly showed signs of life but primarily in the sensations he began experiencing in his mind. Callaghan's body tapered to a waist that was trim for her if wider than Andy's, and the hips swept out to the sides just as suitably and meatily matching the rest of her as he had hoped. Best of all, the sexual center of the lady giant was detectable in a modest, moist tangle of attractive light brown pubic hair and unmistakably female of nature.

'Am I pretty at all?' she asked softly, breathily. Her eyelids blinked and he wondered how drunk she was. 'No one has ever seen me this way. Please, Mr. Chalminski — do you approve of what I look like?'

She was squinting down at him — at his face — in the nearsighted manner she had without her glasses, and he felt himself stiffen enough to know he was almost ready again. Andy wondered if she even knew what that long tongue of hers could do to a man, and decided that this amazing squeeze who was soon to become a money train with him playing engineer even while he rode in her caboose was definitely cherry. 'Well, Donna,' he grunted, reaching down to make them both ready and help her ease it down sweetly on him, 'I'll know for sure in just a few minutes.'

Donna rose up from the bed a good foot and a half — more than enough distance to triple what Chalminski had to offer — and powered herself down at him with the equivalent force of a locomotive crashing through a barricade of Swiss cheese. Andy had just enough time to wonder if his wrist had been the first thing to be crushed, and to know that one or more parts of his body would never function normally again.

'You bastard!' Donna said, rearing away from the producer a second time and thrusting herself down on him again — and again, till the groans she heard gave way completely to the bubbling of blood dribbling quietly from the corner of Andy's motionless mouth and onto the sheets beneath him. 'Everything Edward said about you was right.' She turned her head to see Eddie Burgess, video camera in hand exactly as they had planned, walking in from the bathroom with a smile. 'After the ghastly life this little pipsqueak lured you into in your innocent youth, darling, it's a wonder you were able to make such pure, sweet love to me these marvelous weeks we've had together.'

Eddie wrapped his arms around her from behind. It was a reach, but he did it with tenderness. He'd left the camera on her dresser. 'If our Andrew had listened to what I said about your story being interesting enough to tell straight, we wouldn't have had to send him to the Big Set in the Sky — or of course, if he'd had a big set himself.'

Donna giggled and let Burgess kiss her neck, then help her off the heap. 'You got it all on videotape?'

'Yep, in tight close-up just like the bastard would have wanted it. If anyone ever figures out what killed Andrew, and whom, we have a record of his seduction — and your self-defense, if any prosecutor ever had the balls to bring such a graphic case to trial!' And I, Eddie thought, more or less holding Donna close, have the makings of a really different snuff film if our own collaboration doesn't fly.

Donna began pulling on a sweater and shorts. 'He talked so many young people into turning the act of love — like ours — into cheap entertainment for — for losers like him.'

'Yes, but you have to admit sex can be pretty entertaining,' Eddie remarked, motioning for Donna to help him bundle the mess on the bed into the several sheets they had thoughtfully added early this morning. Together, they tied them at the top rather like a Hershey's Kiss.

'You're right,' she agreed, pausing to lean over, down, and kiss him. Then she slung the improvised sack over one shoulder, and with Eddie opening doors for her, carried the trash out to the apartment Dumpster. 'And you're right that times are changing. We'll still find somebody to produce my story, and you will play a true-life role opposite me — in the script we've written together!'

He took her hand as the heavy Dumpster lid clanged shut and squeezed it. He realized she might well fulfill the dream he'd placed in her head, and he hoped she would. He truly did. But if not, there was always the videotape with the close-up of old out-of-date Andy Chalminski's agonized expression at the very end. People today wanted a higher concept than a little guy making it with a big girl. 'How many units did you say have access to this Dumpster?' he asked, casually glancing around.

Donna laughed then because her Edward did, and they used his car to drive over to his place for the night. The trash pickup was in the morning.

JUST A PHONE CALL AWAY John F. D. Taff

Home seemed foreign to Cynthia on a weekday morning, a place she wasn't supposed to be. The small apartment wore the air of a person awakened too soon, groggy and grumpy and put upon.