"Oh, yes, that's it!" Terry said.
Lindy felt his cock twitch and jump inside her pussy. She pressed her fingers up harder and two of them entered his asshole to the first knuckle. That was all he needed. She twisted her fingers around once and felt him shudder and grasp her body to him.
Without moving his cock, without so much as a shove or a stroke, Terry came. Lindy's fingers up his ass did the trick, and he shot off harder and wilder than he'd ever come before. He shouted into the darkness of the room and Lindy gave up her orgasm for his pleasure. She kept her fingers moving around and around in his asshole till he'd stopped coming, and then finally pulled them away and rolled on her side, with his cock still in her, until he pulled it out. Then she went down on him again, sucking the cream off his dick, licking his asshole, resting her head between his legs.
As she lay there, quiet, feeling his deep slow breathing, his cock limp against her cheek, she knew there was no hope for the two of them – at least with each other. She needed to be fucked, and he'd never be able to do it – because of the simple reason that he needed to be fucked also!
It was a realization, a truth, and they both accepted it. They had hoped for more, but they'd take what they could get. They didn't want it to hurt their friendship – Lindy kept thinking. Wouldn't it have been nice if Terry and I could have found a great sexual thing and had fatten in love and told Ron and Julie to go to hell! – but it did. That bond they had felt so strongly wasn't so strong any longer. Terry felt a bit ashamed of himself, and yet he accepted the fact of his anal orientation better than he had thought he would. And Terry continued to fuck Gerry, Ron, Sally, Julie, and a long list of them in the days before their Vegas stint came to an end.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Terry Peerce was a sell-out in Albuquerque. His triumph was created by good advance publicity, the fact that his record had climbed to number two in the nation, and that he had signed to do a TV special with other young singers in the new season.
Terry and Ron had taken a trip to Hollywood one day. It had been very simple. The producer of the TV show talked to Terry, interviewed him, told him nothing was definite, but invited Terry and Ron to his house for dinner that night. He was a nice guy, good-looking, in his thirties, a bachelor…
Ron had gone back to the hotel, but Terry stayed in the man's bed – and got the job. He'd been good, as good as he could possibly be. It was easy, in fact – all he had to do was lie there with his legs spread, and he enjoyed it. Ron felt a pang of jealousy but he quickly got over it when he saw the figures on the contract the next day. Ron was going to be very rich, and since Terry didn't have a business manager and didn't know he actually needed one, Ron figured he could rake in half the money that would really belong to Terry for the next two years.
And back in Vegas, Julie was doing the same thing with Lindy Travis. HELD OVER! the signs said. She was usually hung over, drunk on booze and loaded with pills to keep going or to calm her down. When did she have time to rest? She did two shows a night and spent most of each day meeting people, talking about movies, Broadway, commercials – there was, always something planned for the days. Julie scheduled her to talk at women's club luncheons and conventions and fashion shows. She was the toast of the town. And it was killing her.
The day after the Albuquerque concert, Ron and Terry arrived back in Vegas. They met Julie and Lindy out at the pool. Terry thought Lindy looked terrible, but he didn't say anything. He looked fantastic, she thought – the sweet taste of success had been in his mouth too and he had liked it.
"They even ripped my shirt off," he said, still a little stunned with the fact that he'd finally reached his David Cassidy appeal, if only on a small scale, and was about to reach the heart of little teenyboppers everywhere via television.
"Our two stars," Julie said, motherly, happily, money signs all but flashing in her eyes.
"Our kids," Ron added, smiling.
That night, Terry went to Lindy's midnight show, and again he was stunned. No matter how bad she'd looked in the sunlight, on stage she was gorgeous. He sat at a ringside table and Lindy looked down at him often during the show, dedicating his song to him again. This time she sang it with tears in her eyes.
After the show, Terry noticed Julie in the casino, playing the quarter slot machines. She was standing talking to a blonde girl he figured was either a whore or a showgirl. He started over to them, but bumped into an older woman in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry," he said.
She looked up at him through her thick glasses and said, "Hey, wanna make fifty bucks?"
"What?" Terry asked in surprise.
"All you have to do is take off your clothes…"
He didn't let her finish. He all but ran over to Julie. "Man," he said standing next to her, "see that old hag in the wheelchair?" Julie nodded.
"She wanted… she wanted me to have sex with her!"
"Oh, no!" Sally giggled, leaning against a slot machine.
"Terry, this is my friend Sally. You've heard us talk about her." Julie pulled the arm of the machine. Three quarters dropped out. "Shit."
"Hi, Terry. I like your record a lot," Sally said, taking his hand.
Terry looked at Julie and said, "Listen, I'm really tired. I see the dancers are coming out, so Lindy should be out in a minute. Will you tell her I went to bed and I'll see her tomorrow?"
"Sure," Julie said, pulling the arm again. Nothing. "Shit. Yeah, I'll tell her. She's going to a party with us anyhow."
"Oh, okay," Terry said softly. He crossed the casino and noticed a boy standing on one side of the lobby. He'd seen him before. Where? The guy was carrying a small make-up case. Oh, she's a dancer in Lindy's show. Terry walked to the elevator.
"Come on, baby, lick my cunt a little," Sally said to Lindy. The three women were naked on Julie's bed. Ron had found someone shortly after dinner and was off with them for the night. But Julie didn't care. Now she had the room all to herself – and her girls.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Lindy said, getting up from the bed.
She walked to the bathroom, but Sally and Julie went with her. She stopped and looked at them as she turned on the bathroom light. "I have to go to the bathroom," she repeated.
"We're going to watch," Julie said.
"Yeah, I love to see a girl tingle! Can I touch your pretty pussy lips as it comes out, honey?" Sally asked.
Lindy was freaked – she'd never expected anything like this. She started to protest, but she knew it wouldn't get her anywhere… she'd do what they wanted. Hell, maybe it would be exciting…
She sat down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Julie stood against the wall and Sally got down on her knees, pressing her tits to Lindy's knees. Lindy tried but nothing happened.
"Hey, wait, I want to see something exciting!" Julie said, and told Sally to get up. "I want to see Sally's pussy burn with Lindy's golden stream!"
Lindy didn't have time to think. In a moment she was squatting over Sally in the bathtub. The showgirl had her legs spread, her pussy held open with her hands, ready for Lindy to pee directly into her cunt. "Oh, Lindy, I want to feel your hot piss flooding my box." Sally moaned in anticipation.
"Come on, do it," Julie ordered sharply, working her fingers in her own cunt.
A trickle started. Sally gave a yelp of pleasure. Then Lindy let go completely and the urine flowed from her pussy lips, covering half of Sally's body, and ran down the little drain Julie watched in fascinated pleasure.
But it was too much for Lindy. When she finished, Sally started masturbating herself on the bottom of the tub and Julie was kissing her tits and playing with her own cunt Lindy stood up and suggested they take a shower, and turned the water on. In a minute the room was full of water as they played around with the soap and giggled girlishly. Finally, back in the bedroom, she let them fuck her with the vibrator till she came and then she left them so they could spend the night together.