'Of course not, you silly child. He's a man. Something like this would only add to his 'macho' image!' Klinger rose from the desk and moved to the door, opening it for Kit. 'Sorry, Kit, because you really have some talent. But you can't fight Claudia Adams. Take my advice. Forget movies. Look for a job as a secretary.'
'Is Michael in?' Kit said, bursting through the elevator door into the reception area to Michael Reynolds' office his beautiful blonde secretary, looked up from her desk. 'Kit, honey, what's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck!'
'A truck full of garbage!' Kit said bitterly. 'I have to talk to Michael. Is he in?'
'No, he's in Palm Springs going over locations. Lot's go in his office where we can talk. I've got a big shoulder,' Sandra said, leading the younger girl through the massive doors.
When Kit had finished recounting the details of the last twenty-four hours, including getting fired off the picture, Sandra rose from the couch and moved to the window.
'That fucking bitch cunt,' she hissed. 'She's done it again.'
'What are you talking about?' Kit asked, looking at the beautiful woman who had made such fantastic love to her on Steinburg's boat.
'I'm talking about… Sandra Fleming,' the other woman replied, gazing out the window with a wistful, far- away look in her eyes.
'But, that's… you,' Kit hesitated, trying to grasp the implication of the woman's words.
'It was me,' Sandra said, 'two years ago. I was considered the hottest new property at Galaxy Studios. Until I crossed paths with Ms. Claudia Adams. I took a role away from her that she wanted badly. Of course, she was too old for it, but her ego wouldn't let her admit it. Instead, she set me up exactly the same way she did you-in living color, complete with sound. No one would touch me after that… at least, not for a role in a film.'
The blonde sighed, then slowly crossed over to the couch where Kit was sitting.
'I tried everything, offering to take bit parts for scale, anything, just to keep working. But she'd done her dirty work well. Finally, Michael convinced me that I was butting my head against a stone wall, and offered me this job. At least I'm still involved in the business.
Her voice trailed off for a moment, then she abruptly turned to Kit
and took the younger girl in her arms, holding her close to her pillow-like tits.
'Kit, baby, get out… get out of the business before you're destroyed… or before you end up like me, still dreaming dreams that can never be.'
Kit broke from her embrace and stood, her eyes blazing with challenge. 'I can't, Sandra. You don't understand. I'm going to be in the movies! I just have to! One way or another… I'm going to be in the movies!'
Sandra shook her head and sighed, 'Oh, Kit… Kit, honey.'
'Sandra, can I use your phone?' Kit said suddenly.
'Sure, sure, go ahead.'
Kit quickly dialed the number of her apartment. Terri picked up the phone on the third ring.
'Terri, what was the name of that producer you were telling me about?'
Returning from lunch, Louie Pierce eyeballed the big tits of the blonde sitting in the waiting worn and nodded to his brother to follow him into his office.
'Where did you find her?' Louie asked.
'She came to the office this morning,' the brother said. 'Says she's had some experience making this kind of movie. She wants a job.'
Not bad, Louie thought. The girls they usually got for their type of films rarely had any beauty or class. This girl appeared to have both.
'Take her to the screening room,' Louie said.
When he entered the screening room five minutes later, she was sitting alone.
'Your brother went to get drinks,' she said. 'What was you name again?' he asked, sliding in beside her and flicking the rewind button on the videotape machine.
'Kit… Kit, Mr. Pierce. Kit Kingston.'
'Well, Kit, let me show you an example of some of our work,' Louie said, flipping on the projector switch.
The scene was taking place in a luxurious, penthouse-type apartment. A girl sat on a bar stool with her back to the camera, talking to someone in the kitchen.
Kit gasped aloud as she recognized the girl's voice. It was Terri.
'It'll be great working in the office with you,' Terri was saying. 'I can't believe I got the job so easily.'
A woman appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was very tall, close to six feet, Kit judged, with ebony-black hair pulled loosely back at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a flowing kaftan, but even that loose-fitting garment failed to hide the jutting thrust of her enormous fits.
'You're a very beautiful girl. I knew Willis would hire you the moment you walked in,' she said to Terri.
'What does my beauty have to do with the job?' Terri asked. Kit smiled to herself, thinking that her roommate wasn't such a bad little actress after all.
'C'mon,' the older woman replied. 'Yow might be able to fool a man…but you're not gonna fool another woman. You're sexy as hell and horny as hell all the time. I can tell. He wants to take you to lunch and get into your pants, like he does all the other girls who work there.'
'He'll have to try very hard,' Terri said, standing up. She started running her hand up the opening of the kaftan. They smiled at each other.
'Do you mean what I think you mean?' the statuesque beauty said.
'I dig girls,' Terri said. 'Let's make love, Rachel.'
The woman called Rachel reached don and hugged the luscious redhead, rubbing the bulging mound of her pussy over the girl's belly. She caressed Terri's tits through the blouse she wore. They were perfect, so sensuous that they made her shiver and ache for the taste of them.
She pushed up Terri's blouse, moaning softly, and touched the bare titties, loving the warmth and resiliency of them.
Terri drew her down to the floor, and they fell into each other's anus, mouth to mouth in a deep kiss that had them breathing heavily.
Rachel worked the girl's blouse off, stripped her skirt down. Terri was not wearing panties underneath, and her hairy, rust-colored cunt popped into view, the lush mound damp with the dew of her heavy desires. Rachel licked the voluptuous tits, licked down the belly, took a mouthful of hair from the thatch as her fingers toyed with the labes of the young girl's rich, ripe cunt.
'Does that feel good, lover?' the raven-haired woman cooed. 'Does it feel good to have another girl suck your cunt?'
'Oh, yes,' Terri replied, her body already burning with desire. 'Oh, lick my cunt, Rachel. Please eat my pussy,' she urged, pushing her crotch towards the other woman's face.
Rachel quickly slipped out of her kaftan and pressed her naked body to Terri's, tits to tits, belly to belly. She ground her cunt-mound against the other girl, and Terri responded excitedly.
From the sound of their voices and the look of mounting passion on both their faces, Kit knew that they had wasted no time getting down to basics. She could see that Terri was doing a beautiful job with her act. In fact, it was soon obvious that she had dropped the act altogether and that, for her, everything was now for real.
Rachel slid up over the young redhead's body and, curling her fingers in the mass of auburn hair, forced Terri's head between her mammoth jugs. They surrounded and smothered the eager face. Terri groaned weakly as the hands guided her moist, parted lips from one peak to another. Feverishly, she took the tits deep into her mouth, flicking each nipple with her tongue to heighten its tension.
Tiny screams came from Terri's throat as she became caught up in the maelstrom of passion. She again dipped her head to Rachel's boobs.
'Oh, you're wonderful,' she said, cupping and squeezing the brunette's bountiful knockers in her hands to
