"Going somewhere?" Lisa asked easing their initial shock at seeing this well known beefcake star flaunting his body and his equipment before them like they were a couple of dumb Hollywood starlets.
"Yeah, I thought we'd all go for a midnight dip in the pool. OK?" "I left my swimming suit back at the motel."
"Me too."
"Well who needs a swimming suit?" he asked.
"Then what are you wearing one for?" Lisa came back.
That got him. Blaze Scott stood there and scratched his tousled blonde, movie star head and said "Uhh I never thought about that," looking like King Kong trying to find his way out of New York.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jeanette said with a sweep of her hand, "anywhere really, it's all right. We don't want you to stand on ceremony."
"I hope the pool is heated," Lisa said burying her face and the trace of a smile in her coke filled glass.
The girls knew straight off how vulnerable this cocky and conceited actor was; it was written all over him and they were out to get a few laughs even if it was at his poor, dumb expense. He had plowed into them like a real hitter and they were now enjoying the feeling of toying with his fragile ego, his inflated 8x10 glossy vision of himself.
"So you girls come from Connecticut huh?" he asked.
"That's what we told you. We're not about to change our story," Lisa said sarcastically.
"I suppose you ask lots of girls to take midnight dips in the nude with you Blaze," Jeanette said with a straight face.
His mouth dropped open and again he was at a loss for words. He hadn't bargained on the conversation veering in quite the direction it was going.
"Well I, Uh… "
"You know you should keep some extra swim suits around just in case you run into shy types, like ourselves," Lisa said shaking her blonde mane, turning the full beauty of her gaze upon him and looking like an experienced twenty-five year old instead of an eighteen year old high school graduate.
"Maybe I should."
"We've seen just about all of your movies," Jeanette said again with a straight face.
"Oh yeah," he said rising from the dark cloud that had momentarily settled over him as the girls chided him. He was on more solid ground now; he always found it pleasant and easy to talk about himself and his work'. "Which was your favorite?" he asked.
"You know I can't remember the name of that movie," Jeanette said with a frown that looked like it was for real.
"Yeah it's funny that I can't remember my favorite movie of yours either," Lisa said duplicating the look upon Jeanette's face.
"The Highriders? Death in the Medina?" he offered.
"Um no."
"Uhh I don't think so either."
"The Last Kiss? Gunfight in Sonora?"
"Not either of those… "
"Time and Again? Desperate Days?" he was sounding worried to the girls; he was running out of movies.
"What a pain that we can't remember, but please don't take it personally we've got rotten memories," Jeanette rescued the conversation and his chipped ego.
"Yeah well there have been a lot of them, I forget most myself. You know how it is," he said waving his drink casually, spilling over half of it onto his bare leg. The dog lapped noisily at his shins.
"That's a friendly dog you've got there."
"Morris? Oh he's great."
"Were you planning on fucking us both?" Lisa asked shoving her tits in his direction, causing the buttons to strain dangerously against the thread.
"What?"
"I said were you planning to fuck us both when you invited us back here this evening?"
"Hey now wait a minute I just.,."
"You can't blame us for asking now can you?" Jeanette said.
"No but I mean like… "
"Well were you?"
"Well I thought about it" he said grinning like a little boy.
"Well would you like to?"
"Now that you mention it I would!" he exclaimed, pleased with himself for having come out and said it.
"Well you can't!" Lisa said.
"No way!" Jeanette added.
"Hey girls if that's the way you feel it's all right with me you know I'm never hurting for companionship. Why I can pick up that phone and get half a dozen of the most beautiful girls in Hollywood up here in half an hour and I don't have to ask twice." He recited his lines well.
"I bet you can."
"Blaze Scott strikes again!" Jeanette cried. The dog jumped up and started barking at her.
"Shut up Morris!!!" Blaze snapped at the furry ball, his voice sounding nasty.
"Blaze, I think we should be going because neither one of us has slept for a long time and I'm just starting to feel the effect of all that driving. Please don't think we're a couple of hogs because we pulled your leg a little, that's just the way we are." Lisa said it and looked him in the eyes in a way that spelled out that he might have a future with her if he was a good boy.
"Oh that's all right it happens all the time," he said a bit flatly.
"Do you mind if we come back and visit you sometime? We're going to be in town for awhile."
"No, no not at all, call me anytime. Here let me give you the number." He went into the hall and scribbled it down and came back and handed it to Lisa.
Jeanette kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, "Goodbye for now." Then Lisa did the same allowing her body to brush and momentarily linger against his warm and confused torso before she backed out the door letting her eyes fall to his crotch. She blew him another kiss and then turned and bounced down the stairs.
They had a good laugh over that for a few days to come. After a week of driving around Malibu and Beverly Hills the girls looked at their wad of diminishing travelers checks and wondered what they were going to do to raise some income.
"I don't know where to begin," Jeanette said.
"Me neither," Lisa said.
Lisa decided it might not be such a bad idea to go see Blaze Scott again and ask him for a brilliant suggestion towards solving their living problem. She called him up one afternoon and he invited her out for dinner. As Jeanette dropped her at the door of his mountain retreat she said "Now be a good girl," before roaring away in the blue Thunderbird.
Lisa was a good girl that night. She fucked Blaze Scott on top of the largest pillow in the living room before leading him by his cock into the bedroom where she threw him onto the bed and proceeded to suck him off before top fucking him to a climax. When it was over she said, "Sorry about the other night." He mumbled something and rolled over and went to sleep.
When he awoke an hour later she was sitting at the end of his bed brushing her hair. "Hey that was real nice baby, real nice. I mean like that was something else. By the way how old are you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked back. "Nothing but I still would like to know."
"Eighteen."
"The age of consent, huh?"
"I guess so. Hey look Jeanette and I are looking for some kind of work. We need to get an apartment and… "
"Movie work?"
"Whatever. Just something to keep us going."
"I don't know; things are pretty tight at the moment."
"Well you've got a lot of connections and Jeanette is real smart. If there's anything you could do we'd really appreciate it."
"Let me make some calls tomorrow and I'll see what I can do but in the meantime come a little closer to Blaze." Lisa moved closer to Blaze; sinking head down onto the stiffened cock he offered her with an outward thrust of his hips.
Blaze Scott, much to their surprise but more to their pleasure, managed to secure Lisa and Jeanette jobs the following week. Jeanette went to work as a script reader for Blaze's studio and Lisa wound up as a production go-fer on Blaze's movie that was being filmed at that tune. They got an apartment off Sunset Strip but two weeks after moving in, Lisa moved out and into Blaze Scott's canyon love nest.