Chapter 5

But Matt Fields wasn't quite prepared for the shock of seeing Stella Burnside's daughter for the first time. When the apartment door slowly opened a few seconds after he had confidently rung the buzzer, both the curly, dark-haired dog breeder and his blond friend and roommate inhaled sharply, exchanging meaningful glances.

Holy shit! Greg's look said to Matt. Is this girl real?

Matt's expression said wordlessly, Oh, Christ, I didn't know she'd be this fantastic!

Jackie noticed their silent, subtle eye-contact, and interrupted them sweetly, "Can I help you? Are you Mother's dog breeder?"

"I... um, yes, I am," Matt stammered. Christ! And I thought her old lady was something else! The pretty blonde eighteen year old was wearing a thin, short dress, made out of some kind of slinky fabric like jersey, and it seemed to cling precariously to her voluptuous young curves. The neckline was modest, but the buttons seemed to have casually loosened themselves, so both Greg and Matt could clearly see the huge, tanned mounds of her firm, young breasts protruding above the top of her lacy brassiere. Her legs were long and gorgeously golden, and it was obvious that she wore no stockings at all. If it hadn't been for Kaiser's eagerly joyful presence at the young girl's slender ankles and calves, Matt vowed seriously that he would have raped her on the spot. God! No wonder they needed a guard dog!

Kaiser's tail was wagging happily at the sight and scent of his former master, but he instinctively growled at Greg's presence. Greg, the dog remembered from his life at the breeder's, was the boyfriend of the first female human he had ever licked to orgasm, and Kaiser still felt a reserve of uneasy anxiety whenever he encountered his ex-master's roommate.

"Well, come on in," Jackie invited them finally, when she was able to get their attention. Their open-mouthed gaping was something she had gotten used to in the years since she had turned thirteen, and she knew that the only way to deal with it was to wait until they had their senses. Besides, she felt safe and secure with Kaiser right at her side, even though she knew that the dog must still feel some loyalty to his old master.

"Thanks," both Greg and Matt mumbled in response to the gorgeous teenager's invitation. They followed her trance-like into the small apartment, sitting down on the day-bed which had only yesterday been the site of Jackie Burnside's deflowering.

"Mother left the money," the girl explained, going into the bedroom for the cash she'd gotten at the bank after school. When she returned, she held out the two crisp bills, a $5 and a $20, in the direction of the two young men, and suddenly she laughed. "Oh, my," she giggled. "I don't even know which one of you is Matt Fields!" Her turquoise blue eyes sparkled gleefully as she sat down in a rocking chair across from the day- bed. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself... I'm Jacqueline, Stella's daughter... Jackie, for short..."

The curly-haired man smiled and said, "I'm Matt, and this is my roommate, Greg Sullivan... We thought... Well, your mother gave us tickets to the theater for tonight... Would you care to join us?"

Jackie sighed. So Mother did try to set up a date! I should have known! Aloud, she said, "I'm not busy tonight, but... Well, I know that my Mother probably asked you to show me a good time, and all that. And honestly... you don't have to take me out just for my Mother's sake... I'm really quite happy by myself." Silently she added, now that I have Kaiser to look after me!

Both young men immediately protested and denied that Mrs. Burnside had had anything to do with their invitation to young Jackie. Greg, especially, took the lead and explained hurriedly how he had practically twisted Matt's arm to get him to let Greg come along tonight. Matt didn't admit that the situation was almost exactly the reverse, but he did wish he hadn't promised Greg that he could act as Jackie's date. Shit, if he'd imagined she was even half as foxy-looking as she was, Matt would've agreed to take her out himself, the way Mrs. Burnside had hinted last night.

Although the blonde teenager wasn't fooled by the two young men's hot denials of her mother's involvement, she did finally agree to accompany them to the sex theater where her mother worked. She had only been to the Double-X once before, and that was last year, right after her mother had been re-hired, and before the interior of the theater was remodeled. She hadn't stayed for the show, then, either, and the idea of seeing what really went on there sounded interesting.

She rode to the Double-X in the front seat with Matt, while Greg kept up an animated conversation from the back seat. It made her shudder inwardly when they rounded the corner onto the street where her mother was displayed in a glass booth like a piece of meat for sale, and for an instant, she wished she had not allowed herself to get talked into coming.

But surely Mother knows they were going to bring me here, Jackie consoled herself. She did give Matt the tickets, after all! She couldn't understand why her mother would want her going to a place like the sex theater, but then, she didn't really understand most of what her mother thought or did. It was as if the black-haired mother and her golden- haired daughter were opposite ends of the spectrum, with totally different goals and morals.

Stella Burnside's whole face lit up when she spotted her young college student lover leading his friend and her own daughter Jackie toward the popular movie theater. She excitedly let herself out of her glass booth for a moment to welcome them to the show, and she beamed silently to her young innocent daughter, thinking that tonight might be a turning point for her. "I'm so glad you decided to come, dear," she whispered, squeezing Jackie's hand. "I just know this movie will have special interest for you..."

Jackie looked quizzically at her mother, but Matt and Greg hustled her past the stills and into the dimly lit cinema. It wasn't too crowded yet, but the way the two ushers were laughing and rubbing their hands together indicated that they expected to see a sell-out crowd here tonight, for the opening of "Cecilia's Surrender," the hot new feature film shot on location in Argentina, without any breaks in the action. It was an entirely new concept in movie-making, and critics from all the newspapers were already crowding into the special section roped off for members of the press.

To Jackie, the theater seemed a lot more exciting than it had seemed when she had been here before. In the first place, the standard, semi- comfortable, velvet theater seats had been replaced by comfortable couches, where people could be seated in parties of two, three or four in intimate comfort. A balcony had been added, to provide enough seating, and the furniture was grouped like chairs around a night-club table, so that people could talk quietly to each other during intermissions without disturbing others.

One of the ushers led Jackie, Matt, and Greg over to a plush green couch against one wall, just behind the area reserved for the critics. He leaned down and whispered to the blonde girl that it was the best seat in the house, and that any daughter of Stella Burnside's certainly deserved it. Jackie smiled prettily when the usher backed away and left them alone.

It seemed like no time until the house lights began to dim, and a spotlight appeared in the center of the stage just below the wide-angle movie screen. A man's voice sounded boomingly over the PA system, introducing the special attraction for tonight, Cecilia LaFruta, in person, the star of the incredible new film, "Cecilia's Surrender!"

A low accompaniment of Latin-sounding music rose from somewhere in the wings, and soon, the black spangled curtains in front of the screen began to rustle and shimmer, as though there was some whirlwind force rippling over them. In seconds, the whirlwind force was revealed to be an unbelievably young-looking Latin girl, dressed entirely in red and black. Her hair, which was long, thick, and curled voluptuously around her shoulders like a fur stole, was a flaming, sequined red, and it shone like real fire in contrast to the golden tan of her skin and the shiny black patent leather of her abbreviated, bikini brassiere. Her naked torso seemed to have been painted with some kind of sheer, shimmery glitter, for with every sensual undulating movement she made, her whole belly seemed to glow with the reflected light from the spotlight which was on her. Inches below her glimmering waistline, the girl wore a short black skirt, hung with long, spangled fringes which swayed and brushed against the floor. Through the illusory black shadow that the fringe created. Jackie, Matt, and Greg could see the girl's high-heeled Spanish riding boots, complete with heavy silver studs which gleamed in the dark.

As she approached the microphone, the audience hushed, and you could almost feel the intake of air as they all held their breath.

"Good evening, lay-dees and gentle-men," the soft-spoken girl said in her exotic accent. "I am pleesed to come here, in the United States. I hope you weel enjoy my new mo-vee... I am verrry happy to welcome you tonight..." As she spoke slowly and carefully, her intense dark eyes were glittering with sensuous moisture. The spotlight that was focused on her gradually drew back, making the girl seem smaller and smaller as the circle of light got bigger. Slowly, the black spangled curtains began to slide away from the screen, and the spotlight faded to a faint, orange glow. Then, incredibly, Cecilia LaFruta suddenly appeared to grow to absolutely enormous proportions. The girl herself stood alone on the stage, but behind her, her image appeared on the movie screen, dressed in exactly the same clothes she was wearing tonight! The huge filmed image began to sway softly to some unheard music, and below her, in miniature real life, Cecilia danced lightly off the stage, leaving the whole theater mesmerized by her sensuous motions on the film.

The green velvet couch where Jackie sat wedged between the two college boys suddenly gave a little lurch, and all three occupants looked up to see a smiling Stella Burnside sliding in next to Greg. "This is the first showing of this movie," she whispered to the tall, well-built blond youth, "and I always sneak in to see the first showing..."

Greg smiled obligingly, thinking to himself, Shit, this broad is twice as far-out looking as old Matt said... Sitting between the older woman and her daughter the way he was, Matt's roommate could feel his loins beginning to tingle already, even though the movie had hardly begun.

The movie house was filled with the soft background music of the movie soundtrack, and the huge, sensually swaying image of Cecilia LaFruta on the screen gradually shrank, to reveal the setting of the film. The girl was dancing to herself in some kind of dressing room, as if she was preparing to go out on a stage any minute. In the upper right-hand corner of the screen was a faintly blurred suggestion of prison bars, indicating that the erotic young girl was being held captive, perhaps by the people for whom she was preparing to perform.

The camera zoomed in on the prison bars, showing them to be in a small window, and on the other side of the bars, two black glinting eyes were staring lustfully at the captive slave. Greg inhaled sharply, as did several other members of the audience, but his gasp was more than just the realization that the girl on the film was in danger.

Someone's hand had planted itself down right over the growing bulge of his penis!

"Aaaugh," he groaned in a hoarse whisper. "Wha --?" He tore his eyes from the screen, and looked at the two gorgeous women on either side. Both Jackie and her voluptuous mother were intently watching the movie, but Greg looked down and saw that the hand over his pants' fly belonged to Stella. Jesus Christ! he thought to himself... She's supposed to be Matt's chick...

The girl on the screen seemed to be unaware that anyone was watching her, and she continued dancing with increasing wildness, as though the music in her head was reaching some kind of crescendo. She whirled and spun around in the tiny dressing room, sending the long black fringes of her skirt flying like a black cloud around her perfectly shaped thighs and buttocks. Her flaming, glittering red hair whirled out from her head, completely obscuring the beautiful mysterious features of her face as she rocked and undulated in a frenzied spin, nearly causing herself to lose her balance. The tension in the audience was reaching a heavy peak with the pounding beat of the music that filled the theater, but still Cecilia spun on and on, around and around... and around... Oh, God, and around...

The camera focused on the lasciviously watching eyes again, and the small-boned but voluptuously proportioned girl collapsed in a heap on the floor of her jail-cell dressing room. She heaved and panted audibly, her small olive hands reaching up to push her hair out of her perspiration- glistening face. Slowly she stood up again, and miraculously, the shiny, black-fringed skirt had gone, lying at her feet in a harmless dark pool of fabric and fringe. Underneath, the slave-dancer wore only the tiniest shiny triangle of leather panties, although her skin seemed to be painted with some kind of shimmery, lust-arousing paint which created a sheen all over her entire body. She began her dance again, to the obvious delight of the on-looker, but this time she moved more slowly, with exaggerated undulations similar to a bellydance.

Stella's wandering hand squeezed firmly over Greg's no-longer- concealable erection, and her whisper assaulted his ears above the background music of the film. "Oooooh, it's getting sooooo big already, just like last time..."

Last time?! Matt's roommate repeated to himself. Hell, I only just met Mrs. Burnside a few minutes ago... He looked sideways at the black- haired seductress, trying to divine what was going on in her mind. Does she think I'm someone else? Matt maybe?

An "Ooooohh" rose from the audience, drawing Greg's attention back to the film, where the Latin girl was now removing her tight leather brassiere, to release her magnificently huge golden-nippled breasts, letting them stand out proudly in the imaginary privacy of the jail-cell.

Greg gulped in the darkness. Now he was really becoming lost. Stella was stroking and squeezing his cock wildly, and the girl on the screen was stripping down to nothing. His balls throbbed hotly, building and growing with their overload of orgasmic liquid.

Cecilia was squeezing her nudely exposed breasts in her hotly working young hands, and her moans came clearly over the speakers. Her slender, delicate fingers came up to tweak at the pulsating, blood-hard erections of her nipples as she began to rub her lovely tanned legs together, causing the meager triangle of her patent leather panties to slide slowly down over the studded black boots to the floor. Her pubic hair was barely discernible on the screen, a sparse, fleecy vee of red-gold curls, glittering like the rest of her young body with a healthy, lust-inspiring sheen. She fell backwards onto the only piece of furniture in her cell- like dressing room, a low flat bed that doubled as a chair, bench, or couch. Her hands flew down to stroke and tease at her delicately exposed genitals, drawing a gasp of passion from the audience as well as from the man in the movie, who was watching from the other side of the window.

The young girl's buttocks were twisting passionately against the uncomfortable-looking couch, and she groaned and panted aloud as if she hadn't been fucked properly in years. Jackie's young heart went out to the girl, who couldn't have been a day older than Jackie herself, and almost unconsciously, Stella Burnside's daughter folded her own hands across her lap, pressing down into the warming split between her legs. Matt Fields sensed her movement and pulled her closer to him, shifting his body slightly so that his growing penis was pressing into her firm young thigh.

To hell with Greg, the dark-haired dog breeder thought. He didn't really want to meet this gorgeous little chick anyway...

On the other side of the eighteen year old blonde, Greg's breath was hitching spasmodically in his throat. Stella Burnside, his good buddy's latest lay, was still massaging his groin maddeningly, and she had begun to coo into his ear, her perfumed breath tickling hotly at his sensitive inner flesh. He wanted to say something -- at least point out that he obviously wasn't whoever she seemed to think he was -- but he knew if he said anything at all it would be a lewd invitation to fuck.

The young girl on the screen lay back ecstatically, her desire- hardened breasts pointing skyward and hardly even jiggling. Her fingers slithered in and out of her openly spread vaginal mouth, which was glistening up between her widespread legs, still encased in the long, high-heeled Spanish boots. Sharp little cries began to break from her full-bodied red lips, as her lovely head strained back so far that the camera picked up her hair as it flailed under the bed.

Before long, Cecilia was writhing lasciviously in the grip of her obscene, imprisoned display. Her hands ran all over the delicious contours of her sleek young body, then plunged again into the bottomless well of her eagerly working young cunt. When she caressed herself, her hands moved with the power of pure lust, dancing erotically over the flat shimmery expanse of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her belly and digging greedily into the exquisite roundness of her firm young breasts. She groaned and pulled her knees up until they were almost touching her breasts, the juices from her hotly glinting cunt moistening the flat mattress below. Her fingertip crawled like a spider into the soft, hair-covered lips of her young vagina, spreading them apart until the wetly pulsating inner flesh was obvious to the camera and the audience. She groaned again as she plunged her fingers deeply into the boiling cauldron of her lust, its oval, fish-liked mouth opening hungrily. Her face contorted as she violently fingered herself right in front of the glinting eyes of her jailer as well as the eagerly watching eyes of the audience. A gasp rose from the movie-viewers, as her tiny, tightly flexing young anus lifted upward into the light, puckering open slightly as if with well-used practice.

Greg gaped with disbelief as Cecilia stroked her pussy flesh, swiping up fingerfulls of moisture to spread down into the crevice between her widespread ass-cheeks, her tiny clitoris standing out high and hard above her desperately working hand. By now, the college student could feel his penis almost boiling over with little drops of cum at its head, and his testicles felt as if they were being tightened in a vice. His eyes rolled frustratedly in his head, and a streak of perspiration broke out on his forehead. Stella was still massaging his cock, but she hadn't made any further move. For a moment, Greg was afraid he might slip and groan out loud from the pain building in his overheated loins, and his balls felt like powder kegs ready to explode.

The girl on the screen fingered her anus and then returned to the wetly gleaming slickness of her open vagina. Her hungrily probing fingers worked up inside the pink, wet folds, widening them with each wet sluice. Then she slipped two fingers smoothly in and out, groaning excitedly all the while. Her legs jackknifed back again, knees pressed tightly against her youthful breasts and her soft rounded pelvis worked demonically all around her finger-fucking young hands.

Her facial muscles tightened and strained after an almost impossible pause. Clenching her teeth agonizingly together, she thrust a third finger alongside the others in the hungry pink folds which easily swallowed all three with a greedy wet sucking sound. A soft purring moan of pleasure broke from the red-headed girl's lips as she writhed with desire. Her fingers drove faster and faster, the rapid rhythm forcing grunts of savage, primitive passion from her beautiful young face.