He felt his temperature rising. The baby powder he had sprinkled on his dick had dissolved with his sweat now and the odor that rose from his loins was light, scented. He moved his finger in his asshole and stared at the girl's pussy and the white cum was dripping out of her. There was some on the floor in front of her and her pubic hair was covered with it. He saw the big huge red cock just hanging there against her shoulder, dribbling the last of its cum down her naked breast, making its way down to her hard nipple.
He wished it was his cock in her mouth, his cock in Lindy Travis' mouth. He wanted to look at a cunt after he had come in it. He wanted to watch his load pour out of the lips of a beautiful steaming girl's pussy. He wanted to slap his cock against a girl's naked breast – oh, how he wished it could be Lindy! – and watch the cum trickle down her tit till it covered his nipple. Then he'd lick it off – he always wondered what cum tasted like – and he'd kiss her and let her taste it in his mouth…
He pumped on his cock furiously. "Julie, Lindy, Ron," he moaned, because all three people jumped through his brain – they were naked, fucking, sucking, begging for him – and he shoved his finger in and out of his asshole, fucking himself as he stooped there on the floor in front of the glossy magazine.
"Come, come!" he shouted. His record was playing over and over again in the other room. His mind was filled with a montage of images – sexual images – on stage in front of millions of screaming teenage girls and boys, getting an erection that they all could plainly see, seeing Ron fucking Julie, watching as Julie sucked his cock, seeing Lindy spreading her cunt after he had fucked her…
He held his dick tight in his hand and fell onto his back and rolled from his head to his ass as the spurts shook him and great wads of cum shot from the tip of his young cock. He moved the finger around and around in his hot little asshole and moaned deep in his throat as the orgasm rocked his entire body. He pumped his hand again and again till it was covered with sticky white fluid, and then he let go and let it flop to his stomach, sticking in the wetness there. Finally he pulled his finger out of his ass and rubbed the juice all over his balls and rolled over on his side.
He looked down at the picture and then closed his eyes. Why do I think those things about Ron and Julie? He could understand his attraction to Lindy – the famous girl who he'd never met, the girl who promised to become everything her mother had been – but why the sexual connection with Ron and Julie? He didn't want to know the answer. He got up, put the magazine away, and took another shower, careful this time not to wet his hair. He hated drying his hair more than anything in the world.
Just as he got into bed to watch Dick Cavett, the phone rang. "Yeah?" he said.
"Terry, this is Ron."
"Hi, Ron."
"Were you asleep?"
Terry reached over and turned the TV down. "No, I was just gonna doze off."
"I called to tell you I think the record's going to go. Talked to the VP at Wonderland Records, and it looks like they've agreed to push it."
Terry's eyes grew bigger. "Great! Fantastic!"
"And tomorrow night's a party for Lindy Travis. She's off to Vegas for a week of rehearsal before her act opens and we thought we'd give her a little send-off. Time the two of you met."
Terry's heart was beating faster. "What time?"
"Nine. Dress to kill – there'll be a lot of photographers and press, if I can do anything about it."
"Great, Ron."
"How's the dance lessons?"
"Fine, fine. Great." Terry didn't know what to say. Lindy Travis – finally!
"Take care, li'l fucker. See ya tomorrow. Oh, Julie sends her love."
"'Bye, Ron…"
Terry set the receiver down and clicked off the TV. Jesus Christ! He couldn't wait. He got up and looked in his closet and spent twenty minutes deciding what to wear to the Feldmans' party. Okay, the patchwork shirt and the pleated rust pants. Clothes-conscious Terry. He climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his neck, and clicked out the light.
He fell asleep thinking erotic thoughts about Lindy Travis. It beat warm milk and cookies.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lindy Travis arrived at the party precisely when Ron and Julie had advised her – late. Everyone was there, waiting, drinking, being cute and happy, smiling and pretending not to despise one another, which most of them did. Show business is not the most loving business in the world.
"Everyone, attention!"
No one heard. Ron tried again, louder. "EVERYONE, ATTENTION!" The roar of the crowd subsided and heads turned to look at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, the guest of honor, no longer the daughter of Susan Travis, but a star in her own right. Miss Lindy Travis!"
Applause. Honest enthusiasm, because if they loved her mother, they were ready to love her. The door opened and Lindy appeared, dressed in a long black dress, simple and very very elegant. Gerry, the dancer and her latest companion, escorted her.
She made her entrance.
Terry Peerce had been the star of the party up to that point, arriving also – as the Feldmans had indicated – early. He gave press interviews, had his picture taken with a few other famous people who were there, and had been circulating all the time, pushing his sweet-innocence-and-sex mixture, playing the cute boy to everyone there, hoping to help sow the seeds of a career. He talked a lot about his record and Ron impressed all present with the fact that Wonderland was going to release it as a single.
But when Lindy entered, she was the envy of everyone, including Terry Peerce. He'd never seen a picture of her that captured her beauty. He thought she was much more attractive than her mother had been, and he stood there in awe – or was it lust? – as she entered the room. He saw the guy with her and felt a tinge of jealousy. He knew he had no right to feel anything at that point, but it was there, inside him.
Julie and Ron soon steered Lindy through the crowd, all but ignoring Lindy's escort, till she stood face to face with the good-looking young singer they had told her about. "Lindy, meet Terry Peerce," Julie said.
"Hi," Lindy said softly, smiling.
"I've been wanting to meet you since I can remember. Hello!" Terry said, truly excited.
"I hear you're the new David Cassidy." Julie put her hand on his shoulder. She liked the way he looked.
"Maybe. At least, that's what Ron tells me," Terry laughed, glancing at Ron's smiling face.
Terry saw that Lindy giggled, understanding the bond they already shared by being the Feldmans' two newest and hottest properties. But there was a difference, so they both believed Ron and Julie were real, honest, and really cared about them. There was some love involved, and they weren't going to be exploited for making a buck. They really believed it.
Ron turned and called to the press people, and the cameras came rushing over. Someone stuck a drink in Terry's hand, and pulled one out of Lindy's. Ron pulled Gerry away from Lindy, asking him to bring Julie an appetizer from the other side of the room to get rid of him. Then Lindy and Terry held hands and looked at each other and smiled huge ultra-bright smiles.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Flashbulbs went off and Ron and Julie stood there, glowing, along with everyone else in the room. Here they were, the two newcomers, ready to enter the big wonderful hateful world that was lights and glamour and glitter and success… and a whole lot of shit. But the shit was worth it. The other rewards were worth it.