The dinner was exquisite, as Ruth had promised it would be, and true to her word, she continued to talk erotically all through it, telling Mara amusing stories about famous lesbians on the Hollywood scene.
'Take X,' she said giving the name of a woman who had come very close to winning an award for her films. 'X has a body that makes men drool. She is in fact a nationally known sex symbol. But I happen to know that she cannot do a major scene unless her hairdresser licks her cunt in her trailer before the cameras roll.' Ruth laughed. 'I'll tell you even something funnier than that. Once the regular girl was off for some reason so they had a substitute, some little nitwit fresh from the farm.
'X was about to follow through with a big love scene-some handsome detective etc. etc. was going to bed her down in the film. As usually happened, X was nervous as hell. She hated sex scenes with men, loathed them. But she was a sex symbol, had her image to think of. So in every film she has at least one torrid bedroom scene. She has to roll around the bed sheets with some grimy, sweating man and it's a terrible ordeal.
'The cunt licking acts as a pacifier, yon see. X never formerly asks for a blowjob. The hairdresser gets down on her knees as X picks at her hair or eyebrows and opens her thighs-she never wears underwear-and the hairdresser buries her lips and nose in X's bush.'
Ruth laughed as she paused to put a mouthful of the tasty food in her mouth. 'Now comes the funny part. X is used to this.routine. She is all ready for her big male love scene outside, she has thoughtfully sprayed her pussy with a mist of Chanel No.5, which she knows her hairdresser dotes on, and waits.
'She waits and waits and nothing happens. This twenty-year-old ninny simply pats her face with cosmetics, snips a few hairs here and there, does her eyebrows and puts in the right eye shade just as her training had taught her, and X is panting to get sucked. Finally in desperation she whispers, 'Jennifer, you'd better do me. I have to go on.'
' 'But I'm nearly finished,' the girl smiles. 'Just look at yourself in the glass. You look terrific.'
'X winced. 'I mean do me like I always am done before a love scene. Didn't Harriet tell you, for heaven's sake?'
'The girl shook her head. 'I never saw Harriet. All she said on the phone was to make your hair look great, to study the pictures the publicity photographer took for the picture.'
''Yes but I want you to… ' As X fumbled, being unable to make the request a blunt order, there was a knock on the door. A deep male voice belonging to an assistant director told her the crew was ready to go now.
' 'In a minute, Joe,' X yelled out. To the girl she said. 'Look honey Harriet should have explained. You have to! Do me… er… '
''Do you how?' the girl asked nervously. 'What else can I do before you go on, ma'am?'
'Frantic by this time and still unable to articulate the words, X turned around and spread her superb thighs, showing the astonished girl her voluminous bush.
' 'Do me down there honey and hurry. They're waiting for me.' '
'Jennifer blushed. 'You mean you want me to comb your hair down there? You mean they're doing a shot of you with your legs open and no pants on?'
'X, tongue-tied, shook her head. 'I thought they did that only in hard core porno films,' Jennifer said. 'Nobody told me to fix your hair down there! she added in amazement. 'Nobody said this was an X rated film or anything: ' 'Hey come on X,' the director's basso profound voice barked through the trailer door. 'I've had everything ready ten minutes ago. This is a big scene and we may need several retakes. Are you coming?'
''Just a goddamned minute AI,' X roared. To the hairdresser she rasped. 'Get on with it, will you. If I have to go roll on that bed with hot homey bastard without it, I'll go crazy. It's all done between the sheets so the damned film will get an R rating instead of X. But every time the son-of-a-bitch plays a bedroom scene, he tries to put his finger up my pussy or my ass, any damned hole he can get into. Do me!'
''You mean trim your, 'er, pubic hair so it ',Jill look better or-' ' Jennifer began, puzzled.
''I MEAN SUCK IT, YOU DUM DUM,' X screamed.
'With that she opened her thighs wider. Jennifer stared. 'Oh no… I can't. I've never done it to a girl.'
' 'You've done it to a man haven't you?' X barked.
' 'Well yes… but…' the girl backed away, then stared as x began to move her finger in and out of her pussy. The expectation of getting sucked off by the girl was so great, she could not hold back again.
''You're through after today, you little bitch: X snapped. 'I haven't had to do that to myself for years. Get out… out of here. And don't let me see you around this lot again.'
'For a second the girl stared at X with terror, then seeing her dream of working in a studio with glamorous stars, go down the drain, she acted with such alacrity that she nearly knocked X off of her chair.
'Jennifer got on her knees and dug her mouth, nose and tongue into the film star's pussy with a pretended hunger that was unbelievable. Grasping X's big thighs firmly, she kept running her tongue in and out of the older woman's vulva, then all over her inner thighs, then on her clit until X nearly went out of her mind. But she loved it, loved every second of it. So much in fact that when the director, in a towering fury, clobbered the door with his fist ten minutes later, all that X could do was groan with pleasure.
'The director, hearing the star's moans, began to get worried. 'You sick baby?'
' 'Yeah, no… I'll be all right,' X said as Jennifer's hot tongue whizzed in and out of her vagina.
' 'You sure you can do the scene?' the director asked anxiously. There was a lot riding on the film for him.
' 'Oh yes… oh yes, AI,' X said as she began to have a series of never-ending orgasms. 'I'll do the best scene you ever saw. Just give me five minutes to pull myself together. I-I've just had a bad night.'
'The director hastily withdrew, not wishing any further complications, and after a minute so did Jennifer's hyperactive tongue. Whereupon our lovely, glamorous star,' Ruth chuckled, 'dried the young girl's saliva from her sopping bush as well as the effusion of vaginal juice that had flowed down her own meaty thighs and walked into the sound stage like some noble queen.' Ruth's eyes crinkled with amusement. 'And that, dear little Mara, is the real reason she's always late on the set. She needs the time for her hairdresser to do her.'
The story was so amusing and Ruth Peter's retelling of it so masterful that Mara could not help laughing.
'You're making it all up.' Mara chided.
'No. Word of honor I'm not,' Ruth protested. 'As a matter of fact, when another star, a British girl, came up from London to do a scene in the film a week later, she had to borrow the same girl, Jennifer, to set her hair.' Ruth mentioned the name of a young actress who was already a household name among movie fans.
'This English girl smiled at Jennifer and simply said, 'Can you do me fast? I'm supposed to get out there half an hour ago.' Before she could get the words out, young Jennifer fell to her knees, spread the astonished star's legs and began to suck her pussy. The Englishwoman wore panties, but that did not deter our girt She simply swept aside the crotch piece with an impatient forefinger and slipped her tongue into the English hush. The whole thing happened so fast, the British actress could not so much as say boo. But she obviously loved it.
'When she got back to London she told every actress she knew about it and told them to ask for Jennifer, the girl with the magic tongue. She's still at the studio. If you ever get called on to play Tondelayo or some Malayan beauty, I'll get you her studio extension.'
'You're wonderful as a storyteller,' Mara said sincerely. She felt good. Not just good, wonderful. She was full of a feeling of something approaching nirvana or what her Zen Buddhist acquaintances in the east called satori. The excellent food, the wine, above all the charm of this strange woman opposite her, had brought it about.
'You feel okay?' Ruth asked tenderly, touching Mara's full breasts.
'I feel great.'
'Great enough,' Ruth's lips wet each other as she stared at the girl, 'to do me?'
Mara hesitated a moment and then nodded.
She got down on her knees. But Ruth pulled her up. 'No darling, I'm not X. Let's go to my bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there.'
A few minutes later she was undressing Mara slowly, enjoying the pleasure of pulling the dress over the girl's head, of rolling down her pantyhose. When Mara was completely naked, Ruth posed her on the bed with her thighs spread open. The sight of the Eurasian beauty's breathtaking coral-hued slit, already milky with Mara's sexual desire, and the whole framed by curling black hair, made Ruth Peter shiver.
'Your bush is just as I pictured it,' Ruth said. 'It makes me feel faint just to lo k at. I want to eat it.'
Mara smiled understandingly. It was the same reaction that Wendy had had in Rangoon. She knew the
