A Cut Above Pt. 03

A Cut Above

By Magda McKune

Part Three

CHAPTER 9

Carol walked into the green room and found Amy Coy sitting on the couch reading a fashion magazine. The young blonde squealed with delight and leaped to her feet. She ran to Carol and flung her arms around her neck, kissing the woman passionately on the mouth. "Hello! Hello! You sexy wonderful woman you!" she exclaimed happily.

Carol chuckled and caressed her hands over Amy's back. "Somehow I get the feeling you missed me."

Amy leaned back and smiled at her companion. "I do miss you, honey bunny! You are my best non-business friend I have! I love you lots and lots!"

The woman smiled and tenderly kissed the girl on the lips. "I love you too, darling." She affectionately patted the girl on the rear. "Let's go take care of this gorgeous hair of yours, shall we?"

Amy sat in the styling chair as her hairdresser curled the tips of her strawberry blonde tresses. "Carol, honey," Amy asked candidly, "do you like being a hair stylist?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have been doing it for twenty years if I didn't."

"I was thinking it might be fun to learn. Would you teach me?"

Carol regarded her curiously. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"

"I don't know. I guess I was taking stock of my life and wasn't overly thrilled of where I am or where I was going. I mean, here I am, 24 years old, and what am I doing? Fucking guys and girls, which is not the worst thing a gal could do, I'll have you know, but not exactly a valuable skill set."

"I thought you liked being a porn star?"

"I do, but in this business, 24 is practically over the hill. Hardly anyone makes it up to 30. The ones that do end up playing parents of porn stars in artsy films. The older you get, the fewer the offers and the parts get shittier. So I'm good for another five or six years and then I'm out on the street without a lot of marketable skills. Sure, I can answer the phone, but who wants an ex-porn star as their secretary or receptionist? People will think I fuck and suck the boss all day. The women will hate me and the men will hit on me all the time thinking I'm a cheap slut and an easy lay because of my past. No thank you."

"So you want to become a hair stylist?"

"Yeah! Now there's a career I can slide into in my off time and do full time when I get too old to act."

"Like me?"

"I didn't say that, sweetie! You are still gorgeous for your age. But you can leave the film business anytime you want. I envy and admire that. I want to have another skill where I can walk away from this life before I'm booted out on my ass."

Carol laughed and curled another lock of the girl's hair. "Of course I'll teach you, darling. To tell you the truth, working here at the studio takes me away from my salon a lot. I could really use a partner to cover for me."

"A partner!" Amy squealed with undisguised enthusiasm.

"Junior partner, maybe," Carol emphasized. "You don't even know how to trim bangs yet."

"But I can learn if you teach me."

Carol thought in silence for a long while as she styled the young woman's tresses. "Tell me, Amy... do other girls feel the same way as you do about the business?"

"About making fuck flicks? Sure. A lot of the girls I talk to think it's great, but they don't see it as a long term career. You see, they're lured into films for the money. The job pays pretty well for pretty girls and stud boys to fuck and suck on camera. A lot more money than you can make in a job that pays minimum wage. As you might guess, most of us don't have college degrees. Add lack of education to the stigma of an unsavory profession and your chances of finding a decent job drop to practically nil. There was this one girl though. Her name was Sherry something. She left the business to become a fashion model. But the stigma of the career followed her. She got labeled as the porno model. Folks thought she was a slut and would bang anybody for a buck. Maybe she was that way, I don't know. All I know is that it killed her career and she came back to making fuck films again. Her heart wasn't in it after that and one night she died of a drug overdose. None of us wants that to happen to them."

The woman was contemplative for a spell. "Do me a favor, Amy. Check around and casually ask if learning to do hairstyling is something other actors are interested in."

"You mean like you might offer a class or something? That would be great!"

"Something like that. Maybe as an avenue to give you folks in the business something to do on your days off. Ask the men too. They might be interested as well."

"Okay!" Amy giggled with excitement. "This sounds really cool!"

Barry Sullivan poked his head in the door. "Carol, may I have a word with you in private?"

"Sure." Carol set her styling tools aside. "Back in a minute, Amy." She stepped out of the door with the director.

The man closed the door behind them. "Honey, I'm in a real bind. The woman I had slated for the scene today just called. It seems she had an attack of kidney stones. Dammit!"

Carol furrowed her brow with a quizzical look. "What does that have to do with me?"

"She was an older woman."

"I see. So you think that because you just so happen to have an old lady hanging around, you can have me step in on one of your fuck films. No thank you."

"Age isn't the only reason I need you and you know it. You are an incredible actress, Carol. I need someone to step in and save my ass, pronto. I have actors sitting on the stage twiddling their thumbs on the studio's dime and I don't have time to call in another actress. You can do this and save my bacon in the process."

Carol expelled her breath in a huff. "This was not part of our deal, Barry."

"I know. But you already did a scene with Paul Rogers and you know the ropes. Nick is cool with you acting in fuck flicks, and I'll pay you double the rate for stepping in at the last minute like this."

"How much is the going rate?"

"A hell of a lot more than trimming hair."

She scowled at the man. "You are going to owe me big time for this, buster."

"Yes!" he cheered happily. The man gripped her arms and gave her a big smack on the cheek. "You are the newest love of my life! Go into the costume room and pick out something that fits."

Carol glanced down at her skirt and blouse. "What's wrong with what I have on?"

"It may not be suitable for wearing after the scene is over."

"Oh. I see."

"Go, go! Hurry up! Time is money! Chop chop!"

Carol stepped onto the sound stage. It was made up to look like a plush fancy living room. Three men were seated chatting amicably with the director. Barry beamed brightly and extended his hand to her. "Carol Allen, meet the other actors in this scene."

She moved to his side as the director put his arm around her shoulder. The other actors smiled and nodded with approval at the new arrival. Barry nodded to a tall bald black man in a high back arm chair. "That's Rock Hard." On the couch next to him were two white guys, one with long wavy blonde hair to his shoulders and the other with short brown curls. They both looked gorgeous. "These two are Tony True and James Steel. Gentlemen, meet your leading lady."

The men nodded and smiled and welcomed Carol to the set.

"All right, gang," Barry said. "Let's get ready to roll."

Carol seemed a little lost. "What do you want me to do?"

The director led her behind the wall of the set. "Here's the scene; you are the wife of the notorious casino owner Frankie Fallow. You can even be called Carol if you want, not that it matters. Anyway, the rival gang wants to put pressure on Frankie by kidnapping his wife, which is you. James Steel is the ringleader. Rock and Tony are his henchmen. Steel brings you to their hideaway for safe keeping. You're scared because they have you at their mercy, but you are one tough dame and don't take any crap. You got it?"

She furrowed her brow. "Sounds rather tame for a fuck flick."

Barry gave her a broad grin. "The boys are not content with only watching you, if you catch my drift."

"I see." Carol glanced nervously at her three abductors. She would have no problem acting scared and apprehensive over them having their way with her.

James Steel opened the door and shoved the woman roughly inside the room. "Sit down and shut up," he growled menacingly.

Carol stood by the couch and glared at him. "As soon as Frankie finds out about this, you boys are in for some serious trouble." She defiantly straightened her clothing. "You hurt me and you're looking at one severe beating."

"Relax bitch," big black Rock growled. He grabbed her elbow and pulled Carol around the front of the sofa. "Nobody's going to hurt you so long as you cooperate." He forced her to sit on the couch and stood on her right. "We're just going to keep our hands on you to make Frankie to cooperate."

The woman looked at him and his companions. "Keep your hands on me?" She absently covered her chest. "What do you mean by that?"

Rock grinned a big toothy smile at her. "I wasn't thinking about it that way, but now I am. Show me those nice big titties of yours."

"I most certainly will not!"

"Like hell you won't!" Rock gripped her blouse and savagely tore it open. "You'll do whatever I goddamn say!"

Carol glared angrily up at him. "Asshole!"

James wandered over to her left side. "Take that blouse off, lady. I want to see those nice big hooters too."

She scowled at him and slowly removed her top. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"That's if you cooperate." Carol set the torn blouse aside. "The bra too."

Carol unclasped her brassiere, her big boobs falling loose. Rock grinned at her and reached down to grope her breast. "You got some real pretty titties there, lady. Very nice titties." He rubbed his crotch with his other hand. "My dick wants to fuck those nice big floppy old titties, baby."

"Get your filthy paws off me," she cursed angrily. "Or Frankie is going to have his boys kick your sorry ass all the way to kingdom come."

"Fuck Frankie!" Rock snarled. He gripped a fist full of her long blonde hair and savagely yanked her head back. "Suck my dick, bitch."

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Don't make me beat your ass, fucking rich ass cunt! Suck my fucking dick, dammit! Right fucking now!"

"All right," she mewed in fear. "Just don't hurt me."

Rock released his grip on her hair. "That's better."

Carol began to unfasten his pants. James moved closer to her side and rubbed her bare shoulder and breast. "I'll bet you like to suck cock, don't you, bitch?" James grinned. He rubbed his groin by her face. "You rich cunts complain a lot, but you sure love that cock."

Carol opened Rock's pants and a huge black dick spilled out. "My God!" she gasped in shock. "It's so big!"

"The Anaconda is loose," he grinned a wide toothy smile. "This big ole' black snake wants your pretty pink lips wrapped around it."

The woman tentatively licked and sucked the head. It was immense. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth and was soon bobbing her head over his prick. James grinned and opened his pants. "What did I tell you?" he laughed. "These rich bitches love to suck that cock." He fished out his dick and waved it at her face. "Suck it, cunt."

Carol moved her mouth onto James's dick as she pumped Rock's swollen dick in her fist. She wrapped her fingers around James's cock and moved her mouth back and forth between the two men. "Shit yeah, baby!" Rock grinned, his fingers lightly stroking Carol's blonde tresses. "My dick loves your tight pretty mouth."

The woman leered up at him as she stroked the two men. "I've never had a black dick before." She swirled her tongue around the head of his long thick pole. "After Frankie's boys beat your sorry asses, this black snake may not be in any condition to satisfy the ladies anymore."

Rock bent down and met her mouth in a long savage kiss. He groped her tits as Carol pumped her abductor's cocks. He let her up for air and she leered lustfully at him. "My cunt wants to feel this big bad boy inside her right now!"

"Oh yeah? You want a taste of my big black cock, bitch?"

"Yes, you big black mother-fucker! I want you to fuck Frankie's horny old lady with this big black dick!"

Rock lifted Carol to her feet and sat on the couch. James kissed her hungrily and groped her full loose melons as Rock peeled her skirt and panties down to her ankles. Carol stepped out of her clothes and stood naked with her back to the black man. Rock held her waist and guided Carol to sit on his cock. "Oh my GOD!!" she screeched in pain as the head pressed inside her. "It's tearing me apart!"

"Fuck that big ole' cock, rich bitch!" Rock growled, lowering Carol to sit on his dick.

"Ow, wait!" she panted breathlessly. Carol held James's arm and raised up, slowly settling back down again. She gradually rose and fell on the man's lap, taking a little more each time until she was riding the man's stiff pipe all the way to the base. "My fucking GOD!" she rasped as she hopped on his cock, her big titties flopping loosely about her chest. "My whole body feels like it's filled with your huge black cock!"

"Damn, baby!" Rock growled, gripping her waist and assisting her to ride his lap. "You have one mighty fine pussy!"

"Frankie is one rich mother-fucker, but he doesn't have a nice big cock like yours!" Carol panted with lust. "Fuck my hot wet cunt, you horny son of a bitch!"

James moved closer and waved his dick at her face. Carol took his cock in her mouth as she feverously rode Rock's stiff black cock. Carol wildly rode Rock's big tool and sucked Steel's rigid prick. She didn't think about how this was merely play acting for the cameras. She was getting thoroughly fucked by a bunch of handsome studs and that was all that mattered.

Rock lifted Carol off his lap and rose to his feet. Carol squatted on her haunches and plunged her mouth over his glistening prick, the shaft sticky with her cunt juice. James caressed her bare shoulders as Rock removed his shirt and tossed it aside. The black stud pushed his pants down his legs as Carol blew his cock. He stepped out of his pants and lay naked along the sofa cushions.

Carol swung her leg over his lap and mounted his dick. "Fuck yeah!" she exhaled with lust as she settled onto his lap. "God, your big black cock feels so good in my tight pink pussy."

The man sucked and groped her loose flopping tits as he bucked his hips up to fuck her from below. James moved beside her and shoved his dick in her mouth. Carol bobbed her head over his hard cock.

Tony wandered over from the door and undressed by the couch. He stripped naked and crawled onto the couch behind her with his dick in his fist. He spit into the crack of her ass and kneeled between Rock's legs, his hand on Carol's ass as he pressed his dick into her butt hole.

"Fuck!" Carol cursed as Tony savagely rammed his cock into her anus. "Goddammit! Son of a bitch!"

Tony began to fuck her hard and deep as Rock pounded into her from below.

Carol moaned in agony and dropped her forehead onto Rock's chest. "Holy fuck!" she whimpered weakly as the two actors double-holed her. "You're tearing me apart!"

Rock grinned and squeezed her big boobs as he slammed into her cunt. "Damn, I love fucking these rich bitch cunts! You sure got one tight pussy for an old broad."

The woman glared at him. "I'll give you old broad!" she snapped angrily. "Fuck me with that big monster tool of yours, you black son of a bitch!"

James grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth. Carol screamed in pain over a mouthful of cock as Rock doubled his stroke and pounded mercilessly into her from below. Tony gripped her shoulders and banged deep into her butt, the man riding her from behind like a naked cock jockey. Carol was being fucked savagely in every hole.

Her mind reeled with pain and pleasure. The sensations were causing her brain to swoon with erotic overload. Carol shuddered as her twat gushed with cunt cream onto Rock rigid thrusting pole. "Oh God," she whimpered as his big dick made sloppy squishing sounds as it hammered into her seeping slit. "You made me cum."

"Fuck yeah," Rock grunted, "I'm gonna cum too, bitch."

Carol turned her head from sucking Steel's dick and said, "Cum on my face."

"Shit yeah, baby!"

Tony pulled out of her ass and stepped down from the couch with his dick in his fist. Carol dismounted Rock's cock and dropped to kneel on the floor. Her captors moved to her side and stood frigging their pricks in their fists. "That's it, you horny mother-fuckers," Carol growled lustfully. She leered up at them as she squeezed and groped her full loose melons in her palms. "Cum all over this rich cunt's face! Shoot your hot cum all over Frankie's rich bitch wife's big beautiful tits and cum all over her fucking face!"

Tony and James grunted and fired at the same time, their gooey spooge splattering over her forehead, nose, and cheeks. Rock stepped in and shoved his big black cock into her mouth. Carol licked and sucked him hungrily, savoring the taste of her pussy juice on his stiff pole.

Rock pulled out and jerked his long dong in his fist as rope after creamy rope of white cum pelted her chin and neck and tits. Carol leered up at him and laughed as he panted and blasted her pink skin with his white cream. "Give it to me!" she demanded. "Give me all that hot cum all over my face and tits!" Rock snapped his head back and grunted, another load splattering across her face and nose and eyes.

Carol smiled up at them and wiped his gooey spooge from her eyelid. Globs of cum dripped from her chin onto her big boobs. "To hell with Frankie," she grinned lecherously. "You boys can keep me for as long as you fucking want!"

"And cut!" Barry shouted.

Carol giggled with delight as Rock offered her a hand up. "How did I do?"

"You were magnificent!" he laughed. "I don't recognize you, though. How long have you been in the business?"

"I'm not," she said, picking up her torn blouse and wiping the sticky semen from her face. "I'm the hairdresser."

"No shit?"

"Barry needed a stand-in and I was available." Carol cleaned her face and smiled at the man. "However, after sampling your huge cock, I'm tempted to do this more often."

James moved to her and took her naked body into a warm embrace. "You were amazing!"

"So were you!"

Tony hugged her and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "You can act with me anytime, Carol."

"You're so sweet!" she giggled gleefully.

The director hurried over to Carol and shook her hand with unbridled enthusiasm. "Holy shit, that was incredible! I've been doing movies like this for eight years and I never had a scene give me such a raging hard-on as this! You were spectacular!"

Carol wrapped her arm around Rock's waist and gave him a sideways hug. "These guys were spectacular," she beamed brightly. "It was easy to get into the scene with such handsome and talented studs as these."

Rock chuckled and slid his hand down her spine to grope her ass. "Sorry about the 'old broad' comment. You are most definitely not old."

The lady smiled and craned her lips up to meet his in a tender kiss. "Old or not, you certainly wear this poor woman out!" She patted him on the back and gathered up her clothes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have my other occupation to return to. I left Amy Coy in my styling chair and if I don't take care of her now I may not get back to her today."

Her black friend rested his hand on her bare back. "Speaking of taking care of the ladies," he grinned, "if you want to get together later, the Anaconda wants to take care of you a whole lot more."

Carol giggled with glee. "Oh Rocky, I'm flattered!"

CHAPTER 10

The next day Carol returned to the studio to do another styling job. It was a real juggling act coordinating two schedules, but Carol didn't want to give up taking care of the actors. They were so interesting to be around and the film studio provided a lot more action and excitement than what she saw at her salon. Carol entered the ladies' dressing room to find a lovely young lady with long black hair sitting in front of the makeup mirror applying her eye shadow. She wore a tight pink tee shirt and snug denim jeans. "You must be Tiffany True," Carol lilted happily. "I'm Carol, your hair stylist."

The girl returned a bright smile. "I've heard a lot about you." Her eyes panned up and down the woman's figure in the short sleeve blouse and knee length skirt. "You really are as hot as they say."

Carol flapped her wrist dismissively. "Maybe once upon a time, but it's you young chicks who are the hot ones around here."

Tiffany set her cosmetics aside. "So are you here to cut my hair?"

"Perhaps give it a bit more body and curl is all." Carol moved to a raised styling chair. "Come have a seat." The girl sat and Carol began to comb Tiffany's long dark tresses. "That's an interesting stage name you have," Carol commented casually. "Tiffany True."

"That's my real name, actually. It sounds like a porno star name anyway so I didn't have to change it."

"What do your parents think about your chosen profession?"

"They don't care. My folks are what you would call late hippies. I think they believe they are still living in the sixties. They smoke pot and screw whomever they want. 'Free love' is what they call it. I'll bet my mom couldn't tell you who my real father was."

Carol chuckled and plugged in a curling iron. "You seem to have come out fairly well adjusted."

"I guess so. I mean, this gig pays pretty well. You get to screw hot guys all day. Not a bad life after all is said and done."

"Well, I for one think you are a very pretty girl. If I had your looks when I was younger, I might have been tempted to go into the same career as you."

"You're pretty hot as you are," Tiffany smiled.

"Thanks. I work out, but it's getting harder and harder to keep in shape."

The young woman reached up and gently caressed her hand over Carol's breast. "You look great."

Carol smiled warmly at the girl. She knew Tiffany didn't mean anything by her casual touching of her body. She discovered that folks in the porno film industry were very open with their bodies. Touching and caressing was merely a natural response to them, much like shaking hands and patting a friend on the back.

"Speaking of working out," Tiffany commented playfully, "I hear you and Nick Collins are an item."

"Yeah," Carol sighed dreamily as she applied the iron to a lock of the girl's hair. "Somebody should have warned me about the man's staying power. That boy can wear this poor old lady out."

Miss True continued to fondle Carol's tit in her fingers. "You can't blame the guy. Hell, I'd be fucking you every chance I got too."

Carol wasn't shocked. Her friend Amy Coy was into women as well as men. "I'm flattered and I admit I find it a tad surprising that this old body can turn on a sexy lady like you."

"You do turn me on." Tiffany slid her hand down Carol's side to her hip. "I'd like to see more of that sexy body of yours."

The woman chuckled and curled another lock of the girl's tresses. "Everybody's trying to get me to act in front of the camera."

"We don't have to be in front of the camera," Tiffany murmured demurely. "Do you like girls, Carol?"

Carol paused and stared at her a moment. She leaned down and met Miss True's lips in a lingering kiss. Tiffany expelled her breath in a contented sigh into her mouth. Carol drew back and smiled at the young lady. "Now will you sit still and let me work on you?"

Tiffany grinned and slid her hand under the woman's skirt. "You got me in the mood to work on you!"

Carol expelled her breath in a doleful sigh and set her curling iron aside. "I see I'll never get you to behave with your hormones running rampant." She took Tiffany's hand and lifted her from the chair. "Let's go over to the couch and fuck."

The young girl giggled with glee as she followed her friend to the side of the room. "You are so incredibly sexy!"

"So are you, honey." Carol stopped in front of the sofa and turned to her. She slipped her arms around the girl's waist and kissed her passionately. "To answer your question, I'm only attracted to certain women."

Tiffany slid her hands down Carol's back to grope her ass. "What kind of women are those?"

"Naked ones."

The girl smiled seductively and groped her partner's butt. "What a coincidence! So am I."

"How convenient." Carol tugged the zipper down the front of Miss True's denim jeans. "Let's get naked and fuck."

Tiffany kissed her hungrily and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of Carol's skirt and eased it over her hips. "I like the way you think, lady."

Carol pushed Tiffany's jeans down her legs and found the girl was not wearing any panties. No big surprise. The gal was a porn star after all. Carol slipped her hand between Tiffany's legs and rubbed her fingers over her pussy. "You're wet," she observed.

"I'm always wet." The girl pushed Carol's skirt over her rear and let it drop to the floor. She groped the woman's rear and kissed her as the stylist fingered her snatch. "Damn, you got me so hot!"

"Let me lick that sweet pussy of yours."

Tiffany leaned back and grinned at the lady. "Holy shit, Carol! You would be a natural in front of the camera."

"It must be from associating with all you hot honeys." She turned her friend toward the couch and guided her to sit. "Too much exposure to all these sexy men and hot women gets me horny as hell." Carol dropped to kneel in front of her companion and spread Tiffany's legs wide. "Speaking of hot honey, let me taste that sweet honey pot of yours!" She leaned down and pressed her mouth to the girl's cunt.

Tiffany squealed with delight and dug her fingers into Carol's wavy blonde tresses. "Damn, lady! You are a natural at pussy-licking!"

Carol slipped a finger under her chin to finger fuck the girl as her tongue flicked over Tiffany's clitoris. "Your pussy tastes so sweet and delicious!"

Miss True panted and bucked with sensual stimulation as Carol lapped away at her snatch. "Fuck, Carol! Let me lick that hot cunt of yours."

The woman grinned up from between her partner's legs as she sawed her finger in and out of the girl's seeping slit. "Lay back on the couch so we can do each other."

Tiffany giggled and turned her body to stretch out along the cushions. "You are so hot!"

Carol positioned above her on all fours facing the girl's crotch. "Hot for you, that's for sure!" She straddled her friend and shoved her face into Tiffany's privates. The girl squealed with delight and gripped Carol's ass, pulling her pussy to her mouth. The women ate each other, licking and lapping the other's vagina. Carol exhaled her breath into Tiffany's snatch. She loved making out with girls. It felt like she was licking her own cunt.

Tiffany slipped a hand under Carol's tummy and fingered the woman's twat as she snaked her tongue over the delicate pink folds. Carol moaned into Tiffany's cunt and shoved her tongue in as deep as she could. The girl began to tremble below her. "Oh yes," Tiffany panted breathlessly. "You're going to make me cum!"

"Let's cum together."

Tiffany lapped Carol's cunt and fingered her clit as Carol probed the girl's pussy with her tongue. They both trembled with impending climax. Carol felt her cunny tingling as the juices welled up inside her straining to be released. She wanted to cum at the same moment as her partner.

"Oh baby," Tiffany whimpered. "Oh God, yes!" She shook atop the cushions and flowed into Carol's mouth. Carol gushed at the same time, her jizz bursting onto her lover's lapping tongue. The two ladies shuddered and writhed with satisfying release.

Carol crawled around on her hands and knees to face her companion and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. She could taste her pussy juice on her lover's lips. "Now will you sit still so I can trim your hair?"

Tiffany giggled happily and caressed her hands over the hairdresser's back. "You certainly have a unique and wonderful way of keeping your customers happy!"

It was late in the evening. Carol switched off the TV and crossed to the kitchen. She thought about curling up with a romance novel and a glass of red wine in bed when she heard the front doorbell. Who could be calling so late? she mused. Not Nick. He said he was meeting some high school buddies at a sports bar and would be out most of the night. Carol answered her front door to find Paul Rogers on the stoop. "Paul! What are you doing here?"

"I felt like seeing you, so I thought I would pop over. I hope it doesn't bother you that I stop by unannounced?"

The woman crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a sardonic smile. "How on earth did you find me?"

"You work for the studio. It wasn't difficult to get your address. All I had to do was ask."

"Why would you want to?"

Paul rested his hand on the door jamb and gave her a boyish smile. "I was hoping you might want to go out with me for a drink."

"You mean like a date?"

"I mean like a drink."

"Well, I could always invite you in for a drink here, if you like. That is, if you don't mind choosing my place over a loud noisy bar."

"Your place sounds like a wonderful option."

Carol opened the door wider for him to enter. "I can only imagine three reasons why you would want to come over to my house at this time of night."

"And what might they be?"

The woman led the way into the living room. "Is red wine all right with you, or would you like something stronger?"

"Wine is perfect, thank you."

She stepped over to the wet bar on the far end of the room as her guest sat on the couch. "Cabernet?"

"An excellent choice. You were saying?"

"Yes." Carol opened a bottle of red wine and filled two stemmed glasses. "The first reason is that you are infatuated with me, or I make you horny as hell. In either case you came over here to drag me into the bedroom and rape me."

"The thought had crossed my mind more than a few times."

"I guessed as much."

"And yet you let me into your home?"

"There are two other possibilities for your being here." She moved to sit on the couch next to the man and offered him a glass. "Cheers." They clinked the rims of their glasses and took as sip. "Option number two is that you are jealous of me and Nick. You want me for yourself. In which case, you drag me to the bedroom and rape me to get even."

Paul chuckled and tasted his wine. "I must not have given you a very high opinion of me for you to come up with these options so far."

Carol kicked off her slippers and tucked her bare feet under her rear. "There is another scenario that comes to mind."

"I shudder to even contemplate."

"You are angry with me for some reason. Maybe I ruined you from ever enjoying young girls again after having sex with me. Or maybe you have an Oedipus complex where you have a love/hate relationship toward older women. Maybe you make fuck films to get back at your mother."

Paul smiled with amusement. "In which case, I take my anger out on you by dragging you into the bedroom and raping you."

Carol casually shrugged a shoulder. "Sorry, but I cannot think of any other motive for you being here that doesn't involve sex."

"There is one other possibility."

"What's that?"

"I genuinely enjoy your company and want to be with you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I find you a fascinating and an amazingly beautiful woman, Carol. I can't explain it, but I can't seem to get you out of my mind."

"I'm truly flattered."

Paul took a drink of his wine and regarded her without expression. "As you know, I have no problems having sex with women. I screw young beautiful ladies three or four times a week. It satisfies my needs for sex, but they tend to be young and stupid cock-happy kids. Not to be insulting of your age, but I enjoy being around a woman with some maturity for a change."

Carol smiled. "I don't find it offensive in the least."

"As you may have guessed, I don't have a lot of friends. All my acquaintances are people in the business. All we ever talk about is sex and the latest fuck film coming out. It can be quite boring after awhile." Paul looked at the glass in his hands. "I came over here because I want to be with you, Carol, as a friend. That is, if you'll have me as one."

The woman smiled warmly and rested her hand on his knee. "I would love to have you as my friend, Paul. I like you very much and genuinely enjoy your company. I promise if we spend the evening together, I won't talk about porn movies all the time."

The man chuckled and rested his hand on top of hers on his leg. "And I promise not to drag you to the bedroom and rape you."

Carol smiled enigmatically over the rim of her glass as she sipped her wine. "I may be the one who ends up dragging and raping you."

It was a warm and lovely evening for a stroll in the dark. The two of them walked hand in hand around the park chatting about books, entertainment, celebrities, politics, and life in general. It was long after midnight when they arrived back at Carol's front door. Paul smiled and held her hands. "I can't remember when I had a more enjoyable evening."

"I had a lot of fun too." She kissed him tenderly on the mouth. "We must do it again sometime."

Paul met her lips in a lingering kiss. "We must."

Carol stared at him. "You can come in if you like."

"For another glass of wine?"

"No. You forgot about the dragging into the bedroom and raping part."

The man laughed. "I thought I made it clear that was not my intention."

"But what if it was mine?" Carol stared at her friend and squeezed his hands. "We can be friends with benefits, can't we?"

"What about Nick?"

"I love that man with all of my heart and soul. Nick is my lover. That doesn't mean he has to be the only one."

Paul leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. "But can we still be friends after we make mad passionate love in your bed?"

"I'm pretty sure we can." She opened the door and led him inside. "I'm certainly willing to give it a try."

The director Barry Sullivan poked his head into the dressing room door. "My other girl for the three-way with Nick and Amy didn't show up, so Carol, you're on in ten."

Carol paused from curling Amy Coy's long locks and frowned at him with a puzzled expression. "On what?"

"The set. You're filling in. Chop chop! Time is money, ladies."

He closed the door. Carol looked at her young companion. "What was that all about?"

"You and I are going to film a fuck scene together."

"I don't think so."

"Come on. I'll be fun! You'll get to make love to me and Nick at the same time. Don't think about the camera being on. Just relax and have fun."

Carol curled another lock of the girl's hair. "This is not what I signed up for."

Amy caressed the woman's breast with her fingers. "I guarantee it will be hot as hell."

"I don't doubt that at all with you in it. They say the camera adds ten pounds and I feel frumpy and fat enough as it is."

"You are gorgeous and one hot sexy lady. I want to get naked with you, girl, and watch you fuck your boyfriend."

Carol betrayed a small smile. "It will be pretty erotic screwing him and you at the same time."

"You won't be jealous if I fuck Nick in front of you?"

"Hell no. I know that's what he does for a living, and as long as you are willing to share him, it'll be okay with me." She leered lustfully at the girl. "I just hope he doesn't get jealous of me for screwing you."

Amy smoothed her hand over Carol's chest. "Let's give that boy something to be jealous about!"

Barry opened the door and called, "You're on in five!"

Nick glanced up from his issue of People magazine as the two ladies strolled toward him. "What's up?"

Amy leered and caressed her hand over his shoulder. "You better be up, stud. Especially if you want to convince me that you have the red hots for his old lady of yours."

The man furrowed his brow with confusion. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

Carol smiled at him and rested her hands on her hips. "You're looking at the two ladies who are going to fuck you silly in the next scene, lover boy."

Nick's eyebrows went up. "You're shitting me."

"Hell no, Nickie-O." Carol leered at him and offered a seductive wink. "I know you are a great lay when we are alone. Now let's see how convincing you are when I get you in front of an audience."

Barry the director explained they were filming a detective story with Nick playing the title character, Peter Hungwell, Private Dick. It had a rather thin plot. In fact, the entire storyline could be written on a cocktail napkin. Not that it mattered. People don't watch porno movies for the character development and unexpected plot twists. They watch for raw sex. But it was nice to have some form of story to bring the players together in some semblance of events rather than purely a string of random and disconnected sex acts.

The part Carol was to play was originally meant to be Amy Coy's sister, but seeing as the woman was a bit older than her counterpart, the director made decision to the change the characters to mother and daughter. Not that the audience would notice, so long as they all got naked and had sex. The script had the two women enter Peter's office and entice the man to drop his investigation into the murder of the woman's husband. Piece of cake, Carol smirked. She knew she would have the man eating out of her hand -- or eating out of something else -- in no time.

The scene opened in Nick's office. It was decorated to look like a stereotypical gumshoe's office from some Humphrey Bogart film or dime store detective novel. It had a large wooden desk that contained a telephone, reading lamp, and blotter. A black leather high back chair was behind the desk and two wooden chairs were in front. A large round clock hung on the fake wall with wooden slat blinds covering the window. Nick sat reclining in his desk chair in a chocolate brown pinstripe suit and thin black tie casually reading the evening newspaper.

The two women sauntered sexily into his office. Carol wore a white blouse with a ruffled collar and bright red knee length skirt. Amy wore a navy blue tube top and snug white canvas shorts. Nick looked up without expression. "May I help you ladies?" he asked.

"Sure thing," Carol smiled demurely. "You can drop your investigation into my husband's death."

Nick folded the paper and set it aside. "Now why would I want to do that?"

Carol propped one butt cheek on the edge of his desk. "Because I asked nice." She rested her foot on the seat of the wooden chair in front of his desk and hiked her skirt up a little. "Real nice."

Amy moved to his side and rested her hand on her shoulder. "Mommy and I would be so appreciative."

Nick leaned forward and rested his forearms on the desk, his hands clasped atop the blotter. "I see."

Carol hiked her skirt higher to expose her bare honey-colored muff. "Me and my daughter Chastity can thank you with an installment plan. Half now, half later when you inform the cops you're off the case."

The man nodded with understanding. "Uh huh."

Amy tugged down the zipper of her tight shorts. "Let me show you exactly where you can make your first installment." She pushed her shorts over her hips and down her legs. The girl wasn't wearing any panties. Nick turned to her and slipped his hand between her legs to feel her pussy. "You ladies make a very convincing argument."

Carol stood and moved around the desk to him. "You forget we have a family plan, big fellah." She sat on his desk and leaned back on her elbows with her crotch facing him. She hiked her skirt to her waist and lifted one leg, resting her ankle on Nick's shoulder giving the man full view of her uncovered snatch. "Come to mommy." Nick leaned forward and pressed his face to Carol's crotch. He licked her slit as he continued to finger Amy. Carol lay back on the desk and dug her fingers into Nick's hair, pulling his face tighter to her cunt. "Oh fuck, yes," she moaned with lust. "God, that feels fucking great!"

Amy peeled her tube top over her head and flung it aside. She was completely naked but for her two inch high heels. Nick rose to stand and French kissed the girl hungrily. He slipped his free hand to Carol's crotch and fingered both women. Amy pushed Nick's jacket over his shoulders and tore open his shirt as she kissed him. Carol squirmed atop the desk as the man pumped his fingers in and out of her damp twat.

Nick let Amy up for air and the girl shoved his coat and shirt off his arms leaving only his necktie. The man groped and fondled her petite tits as Carol slid off the desk to squat at his side. She opened his slacks and pushed them down his legs. Nick's cock sprung free, hard and ready for action. Carol plunged her mouth over the head and sucked his stiff prick as the man groped and kissed her daughter.

The man sat in the leather chair, his dick pointing to the ceiling. Amy moved in front of Nick with her back to him. She put her hands on the arms of the chair and squatted over his lap. Nick guided the tip of his rigid pole to her waiting cunt. Amy gradually settled onto his lap, taking every inch of his hard tool inside her. "Oh fuck yes," she hissed with lust. "You are so big and hard." She rose up and settled back down again, establishing a steady humping rhythm on his lap. "Oh yes," she whimpered. "Fuck that tight pussy."

Carol rose to stand and moved to his side. Nick slipped his hand between her legs and fingered her snatch. She gripped his hair and pulled the man's face to her chest. Nick sucked one of her tits into his mouth. "That's it, baby," the woman growled lustily. "Suck my titties." Nick moved his mouth from one breast to the other as he pumped his digits into her cunt. "Oh yes, honey," she moaned with mounting passion. "God, you make me so hot and wet."

Amy bounced on the man's lap, her long blonde hair flopping about her bare shoulders. The girl craned her head back to Nick and panted breathlessly, "Fuck my mommy. I want to watch you fucking her."

Nick put his hands on Amy's ass and assisted her to dismount his dick. He stood and met Carol's mouth in a long wet French kiss. Amy squatted on her haunches and plunged her mouth over the man's glistening rod, his cock sticky and wet from her pussy juice. Nick put his hands on Carol's shoulders and turned her around to face the desk. He bent the woman over and moved behind her. Carol rested her elbows on the desk as Amy fed Nick's hard cock into her upturned cunt. "Oh fuck yes," she exhaled as he eased inside her. "Fuck that nice wet cunt." Nick pulled out and pushed back in again, quickly establishing a deep steady stroke. He fucked her doggie style on the desk. Amy climbed up next to Carol and stretched out on her back along side her. Amy spread her legs wide to the man. Nick shoved his fingers into Amy's cunt as he reamed her mother beside her. Carol's big boobs swayed below her chest in cadence to Nick's humping tempo. Her breath came in short sharp gasps with every penetration. Carol forgot the cameras were rolling and recording their every move. She was utterly and totally absorbed in the moment.

Carol's cunt began to tingle and she knew she was close to a climax. "That's it," she panted with lust. "Fuck that nice hot pussy and make this lady cum." Amy slipped her hand under the woman and groped her swaying hanging tits. Carol craned her lips over to the girl and kissed her hungrily as Nick hammered into her from behind. She was going to cum. Carol whimpered into the girl's mouth and fought to contain the torrent of jizz that was straining to explode from her sated cunt. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her body shuddered and shook as a wave of cream gushed from her dripping vent. She jerked and spasmed and collapsed spent onto Nick's desk. "Oh God," she moaned weakly. "You sure know how to satisfy a lady, honey."

Amy giggled next to her. "There's one lady who isn't satisfied!"

Nick removed his still hard dick from Carol's cunt and took a step to the side. His pole glistened with her pussy nectar. Nick moved between Amy's legs and inserted his tool into her moist slit. His cock slipped in easily, lubricated by Carol's cunt juice and Amy's own dampness. He resumed a quick stroke, banging into the young girl with relentless fury. Amy lolled her head back and forth atop the desk as Nick pounded savagely into her twat. Carol raised up and moved to her. She rubbed Amy's tits and kissed her neck and chest. The girl was absorbed in a euphoric ecstasy. Amy's eyes rolled back in her head and her body jolted as a surge of juice exploded from her sated snatch, bathing the man's cock and balls with creamy cum. Amy moaned and quivered with release. Nick continued to hammer away. At last he growled and pulled his dick out of the girl's dripping slit. He frigged his prick in his fist over Amy's belly, a spew of spooge splattering all over her bare titties. The man staggered back and fell spent into his chair. "Fuck," he exhaled at last. "You ladies sure know how to negotiate."

Carol rose to stand and moved next to him. "Merely a sample of what awaits you if you see things our way." She leaned down and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "As I said, my daughter and I can be very appreciative."

"And... cut!" Benny called. "Spectacular!"

Carol looked at Amy sprawled atop the desk. The girl was still in a daze from her orgasmic climax. Apparently the young actress wasn't play-acting after all. Carol smiled at Nick and caressed his chin with her palm. "What do you say you take this horny lady home and we continue our role playing some more? I can be the wicked wanton woman and you can be the hero intent on curbing me of my lustful desires."

Nick chuckled and caressed his hand up her leg to her rear. "Curb your lustful desires?" he mused thoughtfully. "I believe I can give it a try.

CHAPTER 11

It was a slow business day at the salon. Carol puttered about, wishing she had some work to do at the movie studio. She actually missed chatting and hanging out with all her new friends. Carol turned from sweeping the floor to the sound of the bell over the door to her salon. She smiled brightly at the sight of her beautiful young friend Amy Coy. "Hey, girl!" Carol lilted brightly. "What are you doing here?"

Amy took the woman into a fond embrace and kissed her cheek. "I came to make an appointment."

"But I already style your hair at the studio."

The girl smiled. "I meant for your class. I want you to teach me how to cut hair."

"I don't have a class, at least not yet."

"Well you better start one. I already have nearly a dozen people who are interested."

"What?"

The two sat in the chairs in the waiting area by the front window. "I asked some of the girls at the studio if they wanted to learn hairstyling from you and they were absolutely wild about the idea," Amy grinned. "They aren't looking to leave the business any time soon, but think it would be loads of fun anyway. Those that pooh-poohed the idea, I simply asked, 'You want to spend the rest of your life working on your back?' That brought them around."

"That's amazing!"

"Two of them are guys, too. James Steel and Tyrone Booth from another studio want to join us."

Carol's eyebrows went up in surprise. "How do you know T Bone?" She stopped and raised her palm to her friend. "Never mind, I can probably guess."

Amy returned a wry smile. "The question is; how do you know T Bone, you naughty lady!"

The woman flushed red with embarrassment. "He stopped by the salon one afternoon." Carol gave the girl a knowing grin. "I must say, he certainly has an appropriate stage name."

Amy giggled and gave her friend's hand a squeeze. "I swear to God, Carol! I don't think anyone who has ever met you didn't fall in love with you!"

Carol laughed and said, "With T Bone, it was more lust than love, and much more on my part than on his."

"Well, I for one happen to love you a whole bunch." Amy gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek. "I want to get this ball rolling and start learning from the master so I can work alongside you someday."

"That's probably safer than having me working alongside you."

"Maybe so," Amy giggled. "They'd probably give you top billing too. I hate playing second fiddle to a beautiful woman in a sex scene."

"You're sweet." Carol looked at the girl's hand in hers. "Amy, let me ask you your opinion on something. Do you think the other students in the styling class would be offended if I asked them to wear skimpy lingerie?"

Miss Coy tilted her head and regarded her companion curiously. "Why on Earth would you even want them to?"

"Well... all of your actor friends are porn stars. I think we might be able to capitalize on that fact. Not exploit it, you understand. I want my students to feel comfortable, so they can wear whatever they want. The sexier the better."

Amy's eyes narrowed with a puzzled expression. "I still don't get it."

Carol stood and began to pace the floor, thinking aloud. "If you want to teach students how to style hair, you need to have volunteers off the street who are willing to allow strangers to mess with their hair. Willing subjects, as it were. I'm thinking we might get a bit more interest from the public if they have some pretty girls to look at while they have their hair done."

"As in pretty naked, you mean?"

"Not that far!" Carol laughed. "But you get the general concept." She stopped and turned to her friend. "Take you, for example. I'm sure lots of men would love to have you take care of them if you wore a tee shirt and jeans. But if you only wore a lace brassiere and sheer panties -- "

"We'd have them beating down our door!" Amy laughed and sprang to her feet. "Lady, I love the way you do business!"

"You really think so?"

"Hell, yeah! Don't even try to hide the fact that we all act in fuck flicks. The public is going to find out sooner or later anyway. The gang will think it's a riot to wear sexy attire to a legitimate job. Kind of like Victoria's Secret models, but with scissors and a blow dryer. What a scream!"

"Tell you what; you poll the kids and find out how they feel about the idea."

"Okay!"

Carol glanced at her styling chair. "I have the feeling I may need a bigger store and a few more chairs for this project."

"Cool! You need any startup capital? I got oodles of money you can have."

The woman looked at Amy in surprise. "You're kidding."

"Nope. My father is a corporate executive at financial investment firm. He's constantly sending me cash in the hopes I will leave the business and get a real job." She took Carol's hands in hers. "I'm sure Daddy would write you a check in a heartbeat for whatever you needed if it gave me a chance to start a different career."

Carol gaped at her friend in shock. "This is unbelievable! I might just take you up on that."

"Great!" Amy gave Carol a smooch on the cheek. "Looks like this project of yours may become bigger than you imagined. Think about it; a dozen or more scantily clad ladies and men trimming hair in your salon. What a hoot!"

The woman looked at her young friend. "My mind is reeling! The possibilities are staggering!"

Amy giggled and turned to switch the sign in the window to 'Closed'. "Let's shut up shop for the day. I always find that whenever I'm too excited to think, it's always best to have wild animal sex to get it out of my system."

Carol laughed and moved to her desk to fetch her purse and keys. "And how often does this happen to you?"

"Every fucking day!" She took Carol's hand and led her to the door. "Come on! I think I know where we might be able to find T Bone. He likes to go to the gym this time of the day. I'm thinking he may want to get a different kind of workout with two hot horny ladies to assist him."

Carol laughed and locked the door behind her. "Now who being is the naughty woman?"

The girls hopped into Amy's red Mazda convertible and drove to the gym. They inquired about Tyrone with the muscled and buff Arnold Schwarzenegger clone in his extra tight tee shirt. The man hadn't seen their friend all day. The ladies suspected Ty was still at his movie studio.

Tyrone grinned broadly as the pair entered through the back entrance. "Well, well!" he offered a big toothy grin. "What brings you ladies down here?"

Carol gave him a smooch on the cheek. "We were hoping you would be done for the day."

Amy interrupted. "But not done done."

The man gave a wide smile to Carol. "The Bone is always ready to satisfy some pretty pink pussy."

Miss Coy caught the man's gaze at her buxom companion. "What did I say earlier, Carol, about everyone falling in love with you?"

The hairdresser grinned knowingly at her young companion. "Honey-bun, whatever Ty and I have between us, it has very little to do with love."

T Bone gave her a toothy grin. "Except that the big black beast loves to get inside your nice tight pussy!"

Tyrone followed the ladies to Amy's place. Amy didn't even offer the man a drink, but escorted him directly into the bedroom. Carol wondered if Ty could perform so soon after acting in a porno flick, yet alone satisfying two girls at once. She imagined they would soon find out. Then again, if the man petered out prematurely, the ladies could most certainly finish themselves off without his assistance.

Amy and Carol stripped naked and hopped upon the bed. They rubbed and kissed one another to get warmed up as their companion took his time undressing. "You ladies are very hot," Ty leered with a wide toothy smile. "You definitely get the Bone ready for action."

"That's the general idea!" Amy cooed seductively. She caressed Carol's bare boobs with her fingers and flicked her tongue across her friend's pointed nipple. "Come and get it, stud."

Tyrone removed his pants, his thick hunk of meat standing straight out from his crotch like a black baseball bat. "Goddamn!" he growled lustfully, "you ladies make me hard as granite!" He crawled on his knees upon the bed.

Carol stroked his cock in her fist as Amy fondled her tits. "Yeah baby," she rasped breathlessly. "Come to mama!" The woman dropped her mouth over the head, her tongue licking the tip and swathing along the swollen shaft.

Ty raked his fingers through Carol's long blonde tresses as she blew his cock. "Shit yeah," he sighed. "Your mouth feels so good around my dick."

Amy grinned at him and said, "My tight pretty pink pussy would feel even better."

The man reached down and slipped his hand between Amy's legs to feel her cunt. "I'll bet it would."

Carol shifted up onto her knees and kissed him hungrily as her young friend rolled up onto all fours. Tyrone pressed his big stiff cock into her cunt and began to buck into Amy's twat doggie style. Carol tangled her tongue in Tyrone's mouth and caressed her hand over Amy's bare back. "Save some of that meat for me, lover boy," she panted lustily.

Ty groped Amy's ass and kissed Carol's mouth as he bucked his hips to fuck her companion. "The Bone always has some for this hot lady."

Amy moaned with pleasure as Tyrone slid his massive meat in and out of her upturned cunt. "Oh fuck, yes," she sighed dreamily. "God, I love your nice big cock."

Carol tangled her tongue in Tyrone's mouth as the man slipped a hand between her legs to finger her snatch. She exhaled with lust into his mouth. "You make me so wet."

"I can see that," he growled as he bucked his hips to fuck Amy's cunt. "I can tell you are ready for some of this big black bone in your sweet tight pussy."

Carol widened her knees on the bed. "Maybe you can shove that big cock into my nice tight ass."

"Fuck!" he leered as he banged Amy's cunt. "You are smokin'!" He reached his other hand up to fondle her loose tit. "If I had you on the set with me, I would never need another lady."

Amy panted breathlessly, "What about me?"

Tyrone chuckled as he pumped his thick prick into her pussy. "You is one fine fuck too, baby."

Carol dropped onto all fours next to her girlfriend. "Slip some of that bone into my tight ass, you black stud!"

The man pulled out of Amy's cunt and moved over on his knees between Carol's legs. He aimed the head of his cock to the puckered opening of her tight sphincter. He pressed the crown inside, the tip greased with Amy's pussy juice. "Fuck!" Carol moaned, dropping her forehead to the mattress. "You are so goddamn big!"

"Damn right, baby!" Tyrone shoved in an inch or two then drew out, pressing in again to gradually establish a slow steady stroke in her anus. "Fuck, you are one tight bitch!"

"Oh yes," Carol moaned with lust. "Fuck me like the horny wanton bitch that I am!"

Amy rolled onto her back and crawled under Carol's body to suck her swaying hanging breasts. Carol gasped with pleasure. She was in sheer carnal ecstasy!

Tyrone banged away hard and deep into Carol's butt, her ass throbbing with pain. It was so deliciously naughty! Amy slipped her hand to Carol's cunt and fingered her friend's vagina. A surge of electricity coursed through the woman's body. "Yes, honey!" she panted breathlessly. "You're making me so fucking wet!" Amy sucked Carol's tit and probed her snatch as Tyrone slammed relentlessly into her ass. Carol's mind reeled with sensual pleasure. She never knew that sex could be this good. The woman had denied her sexual longings for so long that now she craved every moment of pleasure she could get. Carol knew her flirtation with the porno industry would someday come to an end, so she wanted all the sex she could possibly get from these horny young actors while she could. "Shit yeah," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum." Amy fingered Carol's clit as Tyrone rammed his thick black meat hard and deep into Carol's ass. The woman shuddered and shook as her vagina suddenly gushed onto her young friend's hand. "Oh fuck," Carol mewed weakly. "I can't take any more of that big tool of yours, Ty."

Tyrone pulled his cock out of Carol's ass and she collapsed spent onto her side gasping for breath. Amy moved to him on her back and spread her legs wide at the man. "Shove that big black cock in my tight pussy, Bone!"

The man leaned down and pressed his meat into her waiting hole. "Fuck, you got a nice cunt," he grunted.

Amy giggled and hooked her hands around his neck as the man pressed his thick black pole all the way inside her to the hairy base. Amy begged with animal lust, "Slam it to me, you hot stud!"

Tyrone eased out and shoved back in again, quickly establishing a steady stroke in and out of Amy's seeping snatch. She pointed her feet to the ceiling and squealed with glee as the man rammed harder and faster into her. Carol caressed her hand over Amy's bare titties as she watched them fuck. She adored these new friends of hers and thought it was so intimate and erotic to watch them have sex.

The young girl panted with mounting passion as her partner banged away at her pink pussy. "Oh yes, Ty! You're going to make me cum!"

"The Anaconda loves the taste of your cunt juice, baby!"

Amy giggled. "Then I'm about to feed the Anaconda with a load of pussy jizz right fucking now!"

"Give it to me, baby," he growled through gritted teeth. "Cum all over my big black cock!"

The girl shuddered and arched her spine off the mattress as her cunt exploded. A guttural moan emanated from deep within her throat, rising in pitch to an ear-piercing scream. At last she collapsed onto her back, trembling and quivering with release.

Tyrone straightened and pulled his dick out of her seeping snatch. He pumped his cock in his fist over her tummy. "Damn, you are some mighty fine ladies!"

Carol shifted up onto her knees and plunged her mouth over the head of his rigid prick. She licked the sticky cream of Amy's jizz off the head and shaft. Ty grunted and moaned as he frigged the shaft at Carol's face. "Fixin' to blow!"

The woman leered up at him. "Cum all over Amy's pretty tits!"

Ty gripped a fistful of Carol's hair and pulled the lady up to meet his mouth. They kissed hungrily as the man jerked and blasted his load onto Amy's chest. He pelted her tits and throat with a massive spew of gooey semen, great globs of thick cream splattering her tummy, breasts and neck. Ty expelled his breath into Carol's mouth. "Shit, lady," he sighed with satisfaction. "You are too fucking much."

Carol leaned back and grinned seductively at the man. "Perhaps just enough."

Tyrone chuckled and caressed his hand over Carol's back to her rear. "Seriously, lady... you and me could make some seriously smokin' movies together for the rest of the Bone Man's career."

"What about me?" Amy croaked weakly.

The man laughed. "You too baby." He grinned at Carol and groped her ass in his palm. "But this here fine lady makes the Anaconda hard as a goddamn flagpole."

Carol giggled and gave him an affectionate smooch on the lips. "I'm glad this old woman can still get a rise out of you young studs."

Amy lay spread eagle on the top of the bed. "I'm spent," she exhaled dreamily.

Carol bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I'm about ready to call it a night myself." She gave their black companion a knowing smile. "You two have a way of wearing this old lady out."

Tyrone returned a wide toothy grin. "You ladies give the Bone more of a workout than most girls on the studio set."

Carol climbed off the bed and gathered her clothes from the floor. "Would you mind giving me a ride home, Ty? I rode over here with Amy."

"Sure thing, baby." The man bent down and gave Amy a kiss on the mouth. "Thanks for the fuck, girl."

Miss Coy smiled dreamily. "It was my pleasure."

Carol dressed and bent over the bed to give Amy a smooch on the lips. "Thanks for the wonderful evening. You really know how to show a lady a good time."

Amy giggled and caressed Carol's cheek with her fingertips. "We must do this again sometime."

"Not too soon!" Carol guffawed. "My poor pussy and sore ass hole couldn't take it."

The girl smiled. "I love you, Carol."

"I love you too, sweetheart. Be good."

"I'm always good."

Tyrone slipped his arm around Carol's waist and led her from the bedroom. "In all seriousness, if you want to come work with me at the studio, I could make it worth your while."

Carol laughed. "In all seriousness, I don't think I could take the Anaconda as often as it wants to take me."

Ty laughed. "You sure got that right!"

They stepped out of the house and walked through the dark to the man's car parked at the curb. Carol nodded appreciatively at her partner's black Corvette convertible with the top down. "Nice wheels."

"Thanks." He held the door for her like a true gentleman. "A fellah's got an image to uphold."

"As a black stud?"

"Damn straight."

Carol paused before climbing in and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. "You are a very good friend, Ty. You're not just a great lay. I really like you and love spending time with you. I just thought you might want to know that."

The man regarded her soberly. "I don't have a lot of lady friends outside the business, especially white ladies. Having you as my friend is something very special to me."

She gave him a smooch on the cheek. "You're special to me, too." Carol climbed into the car and the man shut the door.

He crossed around to the driver's side and hopped behind the wheel. "You mind if we take the long way home, baby?" Ty revved the engine and flashed her a bright smile. "I love to see that long blonde hair of yours whipping about in the wind."

Carol laughed and turned to him. "You are so spontaneous and fun!" They pulled away from the curb into the night. "May I ask you something, Ty?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Is it wicked and sinful of me to want to have sex with so many men?"

He glanced at her. "How many men?"

"You, Paul, and Nick."

Tyrone dismissed her with a flap of his hand. "Honey, that ain't a lot of men. You were only experimenting, is all."

"Does that make me sinful?"

"Not in my mind. Hopefully not in yours either." He looked at Carol and back at the road. "They say a girl is supposed to be a virgin when she marries. I say, so what? That may be good for some, but not for everybody. Folks tell you not to have sex with people of other races. White bitches should stay away from brothers like me. I say that's bullshit. Do what feels right for you. Don't listen to what everyone tells you what you should do." He gave his companion a toothy grin. "Not to say anything about your age, baby, but you should be old enough to make up your own mind about what is right and wrong."

Carol laughed and patted his knee. "You are such a wise man. You should have been a bartender."

"Or a barber?"

The woman returned a bright smile. "Or a barber."

They arrived at her driveway and Tyrone switched off the headlights. Carol turned to him and asked, "Would you like to come in for a bit? I really would love to have some quiet time with just the two of us."

"Okay."

They sat on the couch. Carol kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her rear. "I'm so glad I met you, Ty. I feel like I can talk to you openly about anything without feeling embarrassed or judged."

"Me too. I feel I can relax around you. Lots of times at the studio we get to talking, but it's all about the business. Who's working for who, who's fucking who, that sort of shit. With you I can talk about other stuff that matters to me. Like, if I brought up the subject of high-yield bonds and investment portfolios at the studio, people would look at me and go, what the fuck you talking about?'"

Carol laughed and draped her arm across the back of the couch. "You can't blame them. I'm half tempted to say 'what the fuck?' myself."

Tyrone chuckled. "I'm not going to be young and hung forever. I need to think about my future. Precious metals and mutual funds is where it's at, baby."

"Amy told me the same thing. She said a lot of girls in the business are concerned about their future. In fact, we were just talking this evening about me starting a hairstyling class to teach them other skills to fall back on when they feel it's time to get out of the business."

"That's what the girl told me. I told her sign me up for that shit, baby."

"Really?"

"Fuck yeah!" Tyrone cupped his palm on his crotch. "It would give me the chance to slip some of the old T Bone on some high-society bitches."

Carol laughed and traced her fingers along his arm. "I'm serious, Ty."

The man regarded her soberly. "So am I. If there is a chance to spend more time with you, I'd take it in a heartbeat."

"Awww, you are so sweet." She shifted closer to him and draped her arm across his shoulders. "I enjoy being with you, Tyrone. You are a very dear friend." She moved closer and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Ty raised his hand and groped her breast.

Carol leaned back and stared at the man, her hand dropping to feel the bulge in his pants. "Is it terrible of me to want to fuck you?"

"Shit no!"

The woman laughed and tugged down his zipper. "You are my friend, Ty. I care for you a great deal, but I also desire you. Does that make me a wicked woman?"

T Bone stared at her without emotion. "If it feels right for you, it isn't wicked at all."

"You're just saying that because you want to fuck me."

The man cracked a slight smile. "I admit that may have something to do with it."

Carol opened his fly and whipped out the man's thick meat. "I love Nick with all my heart, but I also love fucking you." She stroked her hand along the swollen shaft. "Is that bad of me?"

Ty groped her tit in her blouse. "What would be bad is if you stopped doin' what you're doin'."

The woman giggled. "I told Nick he was enough man for me. In a way he is. He's all the man I need to make me happy for the rest of my life. But my pussy craves cock... big black monster cock."

T Bone chuckled and groped her chest. "The black Anaconda likes pink pussy, baby." He leaned closer to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. "You love Nick, but you like sex a whole lot too."

"Exactly."

"No offense, but you won't be young and beautiful forever. Just like me. I like ballin' chicks, but I can't do that in front of the camera forever. I say take what you can get while you're young. Fuck whoever you can, whenever you can, while you still can, right now. The love will still be there when you and Nick are old and gray and the poor boy can't get it up anymore."

Carol giggled and pumped his cock with her fist. "I don't know if you are waxing philosophical or just horny and want to fuck me."

"Maybe a little of both." Carol moved to kneel on the floor at his feet. She pumped his cock with both hands and dropped her mouth over the top. "Shit yeah, baby," Ty sighed as he raked his fingers through her long hair. "My cock loves what you do to it."

She bobbed her head over his dick and reached her hands down under her skirt to peel her panties over her rear. Carol pushed her briefs to her knees and rose to her feet. She kicked her panties aside and stepped her feet up onto the sofa cushions. Tyrone held her hips as she guided herself to squat on his lap. His stiff dick gradually eased inside her pussy, her vagina stretching to the limit by his massive tool. "Goddamn!" he grunted. "You are one mighty fine woman."

Carol clamped her hands on his shoulders and began riding his cock like an erotic jockey. "Yeah baby!" she squealed with delight. "Give it to me!"

Tyrone stared into her eyes as she rode his cock. "Damn, you are incredibly fine."

The woman grinned at him as hopped upon his lap. "You have one incredibly fine cock!"

"My bro Nick doesn't know what a fine lady he has."

"I think he does. He actually proposed to me one night after we made mad passionate love."

"And you said no?"

"I chalked it up to a moment of temporary insanity. Plus, I think I'm a bit too old for him."

"You're too old for me and I'd marry you in a New York minute."

"You would?"

"Damn straight. You are beautiful, intelligent, sexy as hell, and my cock loves your tight pink pussy. Once in a while a man in my profession comes across a chick with some of those attributes, but not all of them."

Carol held his shoulders and stared into his eyes as she rode his hard pole. "Nick loves me."

"He is a damn lucky man. Personally, my cock loves you more than my heart and brain."

The woman laughed and hopped harder on his lap. "Then by all means, let this big beautiful tool love my pussy the best way it knows how!" The man clamped his hands on her ass and rose to stand. Carol squealed with glee and held his neck as Tyrone bucked into her standing up. "You are one wild lover!" she giggled merrily.

"Your hot sexy body makes me hard as a fucking flagpole."

Carol bounced upon his lap, her big tits flopping about her chest. "God, I love you men in your profession."

"Because we can fuck all night long?"

"Because you are so imaginative and spontaneous. I had a couple of lovers in my lifetime before Nick came along. It was always Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am. You guys really know how to give a lady what she wants."

The man stared evenly into her eyes as he pounded into her cunt. "You certainly are a lady, Carol Allen. A mighty fine lady."

Carol crushed her mouth to his in a fiery kiss. "Fuck this mighty fine lady," she panted breathlessly.

"Hold on, honey," Ty growled as he slammed into her. "The Bone is just getting started!"

CHAPTER 12

Carol lay on the living room floor, her head resting on Nick's chest and their naked bodies loosely draped by a single bed sheet. She seemed lost in thought. Nick hooked his arm behind his head and caressed the woman's exposed breast. "You are awfully quiet tonight," he murmured softly.

"Just thinking." She absently stroked his arm with her fingers. "What would you say if I asked you to be my partner?"

Nick chuckled and said, "I thought I was your partner."

"Not that kind of partner."

"What, are you asking me to marry you?"

"Not that kind of partner either." Carol rolled onto her stomach and rested her crossed arms on his chest. "As my business partner."

Nick furrowed his brow with a puzzled expression. "I don't know anything about running a hair salon."

"Perhaps not, but you know an awful lot about women."

"You have me there." He smiled and stroked her bare back with his hand. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I spent my whole life learning my craft and building my business. But now I feel it's time to make a change. I want to expand and I need your help to do it."

"I'm listening."

"A Cut Above Styling Salon... featuring adult film stars who want to run their fingers through your hair."

The man laughed. "You're not serious!"

"Heck yeah! Think of it... we have the ladies dressed in lingerie and the men as Chippendale dancers. Several girls already expressed an interest in learning to cut hair. Of course, they can't learn if they don't have any clients to practice on. We charge fifteen bucks for a hair style. What man would pass up a chance to have a hot honey in a lacy teddy cut his hair for that price? And women would line around the block to have a sexy stud work on them."

"Fifteen bucks is awfully cheap."

"You forget these kids already have jobs as adult film stars. They're getting an education and training from me for free, so I don't have to pay them. Having no payroll cuts down on the overhead costs significantly. Of course, I'll give them thirty percent of every cut they do as extra incentive. And naturally, tips are gratefully welcome. It will be such fun for the kids and the clients as well."

Nick chuckled and shook his head. "This scheme sounds just crazy enough to work."

"I know it will work. I can train the kids and organize their work studio schedules so it doesn't interfere with their acting jobs. You can be the pretty face who talks to women's groups, Rotary Club and Chamber of Commerce, things like that. Tell them we are providing a decent product at a reasonable price. Plus we are training young folk who work in a questionable profession to learn a valuable trade and are making them more productive members of society. Any organization would consider ours a worthy cause, and the snobs who don't, we can lay a guilt trip on them. You want these young people to quit that evil profession? Let them practice their skills on you so they can learn a worthwhile trade."

The man smiled with amusement. "It seems you put a lot of thought into this idea of yours."

"Yes. I know it will take off immediately from the start, but I need a man to help me. I need a partner."

"All right. I'm in. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Marry me."

"Now, Nickie," she murmured, craning her mouth to kiss his lips. "We've been through this before."

"Yes. I've proposed before and you turned me down."

"You know I can't possibly marry you."

"Why not?"

"Because I am much too old for you. People will call me 'cradle-robber' and 'cougar' and much worse."

"Let them. It's just talk."

"I know, honey." She kissed him and rested her head on his chest. "I adore you terribly and I do love you with all my heart, but marriage is not in our future. I hope you can understand that."

The man drew in and expelled a doleful sigh. "You won't mind if I continue to ask you?"

Carol giggled and traced her fingers around the hairs on his bare chest. "A woman never gets tired of a handsome young man pursuing her."

Nick tenderly caressed her shoulder. "Then I suppose I will have to be content to be your business partner. And your partner in the bedroom... or the kitchen, or living room, or broom closet, whichever happens to be available."

"I would like that." Carol crawled on top of his naked body and kissed him hungrily on the mouth. "I believe we should seal this agreement with a thoroughly satisfying fuck in the location and position of your choosing."

Nick grinned and kissed her, his hands smoothing over her bare sides and back down to her rear. "Partner, I love the way you negotiate."

Carol glanced up to the sound of the jingling bell over the door to see Nick Collins enter the salon. "Wow!" she grinned brightly at the sight of her man in his gray pinstripe suit and steel blue tie. "You look fantastic!"

Nick crossed to her and took the woman in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss on the lips. "You look amazing!" Carol wore a sheer pink satin teddy with white lace trim around the legs and plunging neckline. It showed off her curves perfectly. Hers was the typical wardrobe for the ladies at A Cut Above. Lingerie and titillating apparel was the accepted attire for the hair stylists. Carol was surprised at how well the change of clothing and personnel went over with their clientele. Lady customers as well as men eagerly welcomed the new format in the salon. A Cut Above was a booming success.

Nick grinned and caressed his hands over his lover's back. "Seeing you like this makes me want to seduce you right here and now."

The woman giggled and glanced about at the packed room. "I may be accustomed to performing in front an audience by now, but this may be a bit much for me."

"Then I'll have to wait until I get you home."

Carol grinned happily and gave her man a kiss on the mouth. "I'll hold you to it, big boy."

The salon was much larger in the new location. There were four chairs in walled cubicle spaces to offer a bit of privacy for the customers. Clients seemed to be more receptive at having a personal styling by a sensuous attendant in a private room. Men could be flirting and lewd with the girls and women could be downright ribald with the men. The actors didn't mind in the least and everyone thought it was all in great fun. The customers got a nice grooming while being attended by the sexy stylists and the kids were learning a valuable trade. Everyone came out a winner.

Nick furrowed his brow and glanced around. "I thought T Bone was working this afternoon?"

"He is. Or at least, he was. The last I saw of him he was taking care of Sarah Woods in chair four."

"Sarah Woods? Your fashion designer friend?"

"That's the one. I think she went into the back room to sample some of T's bone."

Nick chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "I think we're going to have to put in a few more storage rooms in this place."

Carol draped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "I'd take you into my office for some afternoon delight, but Amy and Tiffany are in there."

"With a client?"

"A lady client."

"Wow! Now that is hot!"

Carol leered at him and cooed, "I'll show you hot, stud-boy."

Nick smiled and groped her ass in his palms. "Have I told you lately what a sexy woman you are?"

"Yes darling, you have."

"And how much I love making love with you?"

"Yes darling."

He kissed her on the mouth and squeezed her butt cheeks in his fingers. "As long as you are in the mood to say yes... Carol Allen, will you marry me?"

She smiled demurely into his eyes. "You never give up, do you?"

"Not when it comes to you."

Carol smoothed her hands down his chest and returned a coy smile. "Tell you what; you go home and get naked and wait for me in bed. You can make love to me and put that question to me again."

"Does that mean maybe?"

"It means I'm willing to let you try to convince me."

Nick kissed her passionately and groped her tight ass. "I promise to be more convincing than you can possibly imagine."

Carol giggled with glee. "You certainly have a way of wearing down a woman's defenses."

Nick kissed her and broke their embrace. "I'll be waiting for you with my hard cock in one hand and a gold engagement ring in the other."

The woman laughed and gave him a peck on the lips. "You make my pussy tingle just thinking about it."

Sarah Woods and T Bone returned from the back room. The man had a wide toothy grin on his face and the woman looked utterly spent and content. Her hair was mussed and she walked unsteadily with a faraway gaze in her eyes. Carol chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest. She had seen many ladies express that same look after spending time in the back room with the endowed black actor.

Ms. Woods smiled dreamily at her hostess. "How much do I owe you?" she sighed with contentment.

"Fifteen bucks."

Sarah removed a five and ten from her wallet and gave it to the woman. She turned and offered a fifty and her business card to the man. "Call me for a private consultation."

"You got it, baby!" Ty grinned widely. "The Bone is known to make house calls."

Carol opened the register and deposited the money. "Tyrone, would you mind locking up for me tonight? I feel like going home early."

"Sure thing, baby. Are you feeling all right?"

The woman offered an enigmatic smile. "Nick is at home waiting for me."

T nodded and grinned knowingly. "I get the picture. You two have fun."

Carol kissed him on the cheek. "If things go the way I expect them to, you may have a new boss tomorrow."

Tyrone gave her a puzzled look. "A new boss?"

"Yep. There is a strong possibility A Cut Above will soon be run by Mrs. Nick Collins."

"Damn, baby!" Bone grinned happily. "That boy is getting himself one hot lady!"

"Only if he plays his cards right." Carol turned to the door and paused with her hand on the knob. "To be truthful, I doubt I will ever find a man who loves and adores me as much as Nick does." She gave the man a bewildered look. "I guess I will never understand what it is he sees in me."

"Yes you will," the man replied honestly. "Someday you'll see exactly what Nick sees. What all of us saw the first minute we met you. Ain't nobody can be with you for five minutes and not fall madly in love with you. We all did. Nick is the only one to be lucky enough to have you fall in love back."

"Not the only one, T. I love you all. You and Amy and Nick and Paul and everyone. All of you. You are more than just actors and friends to me. You are what this salon stands for. You all are A Cut Above."

Tyrone grinned and hooked his thumbs under his black suspenders. "Have a nice night, Mrs. Collins."

The woman laughed happily. "God, I so love being me!"