She had entered at the studio early that morning, five a.m., early, to report to make-up. The make-up man had wielded his brushes, powder and gloss artfully, until she was transformed into a creature with perfect cheekbones and eyebrows that Kit was sure even her own mother wouldn't recognize.
Then she was shuttled off to wardrobe, where some dyke had her strip to her bare skin, leering all the while, then started pouring her into a 'Girl of the Golden West' type outfit that accentuated her already voluptuous figure. Her waist was cinched in like an hour-glass, and her enormous, creamy white tits nearly spilled out over the tops of the push-up cups of the bodice, the rose-colored tips barely hidden inside the lacy trim.
Heads had turned when she walked onto the set. The other girls had given her hard, cold stares, sensing the impending competition. But the men, including Lance Westwood himself, had gone out of their way to find excuses to come up and talk to her.
Even the director, Otto Klinger, had insisted that she join him for lunch. And he had the reputation of being a hard-nosed son of a bitch who considered actors nothing more than spoiled children. Maybe, Kit thought, if she played her cards right, she might be able to talk him into enlarging her part. But that would come later. Right now, it was her scene, and the loud clap of the slate and the call for 'Action!' brought her out of her reverie and back to the moment at hand. The scene called for a confrontation between Kit and Claudia Adams, the top female star in the county, who was playing the librarian. There was to be a verbal exchange, with Claudia telling Kit that she was nothing but a slut, and to leave her man, played by Lance Westwood, alone. Kit was to laugh in Claudia's face, whereupon the two women would engage in a knock-down, drag-out, hair pulling fight.
Kit had sensed immediately during the rehearsals of the scene that Claudia was a woman to be reckoned with. She would pull every trick in the book to keep the camera focused on her and to make Kit look bad. Kit was getting increasingly furious, and when the camera started rolling and Claudia deliberately stepped in front of her, blocking the camera's focus on Kit, she erupted.
'Get out of the way, you fucking bitch! This is my scene!' Kit shrieked.
'Look again, cunt,' Claudia hissed, a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. 'This is my movie!'
Whereupon the two women leaped for each other, eyes and long red nails slashing, starting the fight scene authentically, but prematurely.
'Cut!' yelled Klinger. 'Let's break for lunch. Everybody back on set in two hours. Miss Kingston, I want to see you in my trailer!'
As Kit released her stranglehold on Claudia, the other woman looked up at her, her green eyes spitting fun.
'Don't get any big ideas, honey,' she said, 'or I'll see that you never work in this town again.'
Kit slumped sullenly in a big leather chair in the luxurious, air-conditioned trailer, as Klinger shut the door quietly behind him and turned to her.
'That was quite a show, Miss Kingston,' he said, moving towards Kit. 'Just what were you tying to prove, may I ask?'
'That bitch was stealing my scene… my one big scene! Who the hell does she think she is?'
Klinger reached down and began stroking Kit's arms, her neck, letting his fingers lightly trail down across her voluptuous tits, which were still heaving provocatively in anger.
'I'll tell you who she is, Miss Kingston,' he said, his fingers now kneading her ample tits and tickling the protruding pink tips, sending shivers through Kit's body. 'She is the star of this picture. She is the biggest female star in the country. She is the sole reason we were able to raise the money to do this picture. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants, including me… and particularly you. Do you understand?'
Kit was squirming uncomfortably under the insistent stroking of his fingers. 'Y…Yes, sir. I don't like it, but I understand.'
'Good,' Klinger said, raising up from her and smiling. 'Then take your clothes off.'
'What… What?' Kit gasped.
'I said, take your clothes off. You need to be taught a lesson, young lady.
Confused, but not wanting to risk further argument, Kit stood and, reaching behind her back, unzipped her dress.
She looked like a goddess standing before him. He moved back to stare at her beauty. He groaned as she removed the black Merry Widow that had been cinching in her already tiny waist and cupping her magnificent tits. The valley between them was long and dark, warmly inviting to a kiss or a caress. The nipples had hardened to their full length and seemed to be reaching out to him, begging for his lips.
She stood like that for a moment, letting his eyes drink in the perfection of her body. Then she took a deep breath and removed the pins from her hair. When it was loose, she shook her head so the thick flaxen curls cascaded sensually down around her shoulders and tits. Next came the black netted hose, evenly down her legs. With a casual toss of her leg, she flipped them across the floor.
She reached for her panties.
'Wait,' he said.
'What?'
'Let me.'
He crossed and knelt in front of her. He reached up and started to cud her panties in his thumbs. His eyes stared, fascinated, at the wealth of her tawny-covered cunt. The mat of her pussy hair was wide, and dead in the center of it were the pulpy, pink lips of her cunt. The slit was long and already glistening with hot juice from the excitement of this new encounter.
Tossing the panties aside, Klinger grabbed her by the wrists, sitting down and dragging her across his lap.
'What are you doing?' Kit cried, her legs kicking the air.
'You're a beautiful creature, Kit, but if you act like a little girl, I'll have to treat you like one… and you need to be taught a lesson, young lady.'
He raised his free hand and brought it down squarely on her butt. Sharp pain immediately flooded through her, then subsided.
'Ouch, that hurt!' she yelled.
'I imagine it must,' he said, starting to spank her, not very hard, but hard enough so that his blows stung, making Kit furious.
She hurled a stream of curses and oaths at him, forgetting who he was, as one slap followed another. Soon her buttocks were a mass of red welts, each one a little island of gentle pain that quickly began to turn itself into pleasure.
The metamorphosis amazed Kit, who had never been spanked in her life before. Her struggles soon stopped and she lay draped across Klinger's lap, eagerly awaiting the next blow.
He continued for a while, then he gradually softened his slaps until he stopped altogether. Kit panted as he rubbed and caressed her ass, playing with her asshole. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and poked at the tufted wedge of her moist pussy.
He let go of her hands so that he could rub her ass and back and gently, rub his four fingers up and down her silt. Kit spread her legs as much as she could, beginning to bask in the warm enjoyment which was spreading outward in circles of ever-increasing size from her pussy and ass.
Once Klinger got her cunt-nice and moist, he stuck his first two fingers up into her hole and started to ream her out. His knuckles strained against her pelvic bone as he worked on the inner walls of her canal, rubbing and gently scratching them.
Kit groaned as he began to finger-fuck her, completely filling her cunt with long, hard fingers. Cock it wasn't, but for openers Kit couldn't complain. Her sensations were heightened when he reached don and gabbed one of her tits, shaking it and pinching her nipple.
Although she was still pissed off, pleasure won out over anger. At least for the time being. Klinger dug his fingers in and out of her opening, quivering pussy, slapping his hand hard against her hairy, bony mound.
Kit felt a come building up inside her. She wiggled her ass around, trying to extract as much excitement as she could out of his hand. He let go of her tit and took two fingers and started pressing against the tight circle of her asshole.
Kit sucked in her breath sharply as she felt him enter her bung. He did it quickly and slivers of pain briefly surged through her body, only to be replaced by an accented pleasure. Her cunt and asshole were filled with fingers
