It was an interesting time of going on cold calls, auditions, and parties. She had a lot of gay friends. What could she say? She was currently living with a group of lesbians in Hollywood. It was one of those famous “courts” of apartments surrounding a common area that felt like a neighborhood. And it was… a neighborhood of lesbians.
The whole scene was like something out of a movie. The main drag, the Boulevard, was sparkly and bright with lights and action. Hookers and hustlers, both male and female on the side streets were cruising for tricks. Some of them looked pretty hot until they smiled and you saw the wreckage of a life on the street in their decaying mouths.
Two of the hustlers were married. She brought in the bulk of the cash. He was in great shape and a good lover, but the demand wasn’t there for hook ups with women, so he took whatever came his way – which was mostly men.
The women were always partying. If not at a club somewhere, the parties would continue throughout the court or move up to one of the houses in the hills surrounding tinsel town.
One Old Gal, an older bull dyke, was a popular contractor who drove around in a spiffy red convertible with multiple starlets dripping off her arms. Kristie couldn’t help herself. She wished she could be one of those girls. She liked the idea of all those Hollywood Hills parties the Old Gal was always invited to. And she was a little turned on by whatever that Old Gal had going on.
They thought it was funny one night to all chip in and buy Kristie a date with the male hustler they all knew from the next apartment over. He gave it a good try, ate her pussy, sucked on her labia, licked her clit, and had a nice big prick… He even wore a condom out of thoughtfulness, but she preferred to choose her own company where sex was concerned.
Kristie was between men. She had been dating Adonis, a gorgeous blond who was very talented in bed. He had a huge appetite, as most twenty year olds do, for both sex and food. Even though Kristie enjoyed the sex – the boy could go for days again and again, but the conversation was limited.
Adonis would come back to the apartment after a day of pan handling and drink a half gallon of milk, a whole box of cereal, and any other food that wasn’t tied down. Sometimes he would get a bag of fast food to share, but a few fries was all he offered. Kristie didn’t want to be somebody’s mama, so she cut him loose and sent him home to his real mother.
Now that he was out of the way, she would see what she could do about hooking up with that Old Bull. The problem was that Kristie was straight, but still curious. She had been with several women before, and she knew she wasn’t gay in bed, but she was gay in the head. All of her friends were gay. She liked gay people.
The Old Bull knew that this was just a game of sexual roulette. She wasn’t willing to invest any time in a woman who would leave her for a hard dick. There was only one solution. Leave Hollywood and go back to the desert….
(First published 5/1/12)
