Harper is Welcomed by Hollywood Chapter 3

Harper is Welcomed by Hollywood -3-

One of the things that makes life enjoyable for "sweet young things" is how quickly they can recover from the occasional hard night of partying. Harper emerged from the bedroom she shared with Stella with a headache and a sour stomach. She was mumbling something about the party being wild.

It was nothing that three tablets of Advil and good breakfast (coffee, oatmeal with brown sugar, and two thick slices of bacon) couldn't overcome. Rose prepared breakfast for Stella and Harper and did so with a smile and a smirk directed toward Harper.

"Well, it's good to see that one of us is productive today," said Stella to Rose. "That was quite the party, wouldn't you agree, Rosa dear?" Stella spoke Spanish well, and addressed her comely "house manager" as `Rosa' when she was in a good mood. Rose got aroused when she did so.

"It's a good thing I stayed over last night," said Rose. "All those beautiful chicas (girls). They really know how to party. As for me, it was that threesome with Layla and Ava that really got me off."

"Yes, and I am so glad you got into it," said Stella. "I really appreciate you, Rosa, baby. The way you have adapted to my lifestyle."

"It's the best lifestyle, Stella," said Rosa. "When I was with Layla and Ava last night...I was `en el paraiso.' Two baes with the most heavenly shaved pussies. Ahh, dios mio. By the way, I should have asked Ava what her scent was last night. I almost fainted at one point early on."

"Paraiso y dios mio," in English...?" said Harper, between bites.

"If you're talking about `paraiso," in which case the meaning is paradise, heaven, the home of the goddesses," said Rose. "Dios mio is `my god,' but you know that one already.

"El paraiso y dios mio," repeated Harper. "How is my accent coming along, Rose? My vocab is up to 300 or so words. Wouldn't you say that's pretty good, studying with CD's and books?"

"I would say your progress is astounding," said Rose. "I'm flattered that you want to learn Espanol, my bae. It makes me feel so good. You too Stella, your Spanish es muy fluido. Very fluent. You must be up to at least 2000 words."

"Thanks to your help, mi amante (lover)," said Stella, as she grabbed her fine ass, and gave it a squeeze. Rose was twenty-eight and so beautiful and ripe and full of love for both of them. She loved getting the attention of the present and future movie stars. She bent toward Stella and gave her a big lip kiss with lots of tongue. Harper merely smirked, knowing Rose was available to both of the horny lesbians when they needed some lovin'. She had made love to Rose several times. It was an idyllic household.

*****

Harper had done very well in the beginning actor's classes. The key was that she paid attention 98% of the time, her only lapse being when there was a new girl in class. She cut right to it with questions like "Do you listen to the girl in red?" when they were talking about music. About 2/3 of the girls indicated they were straight. But the five who said that they "loved the girl in red," soon became close friends and made Stella's and Harper's place their hangout after class. As soon as they were safely inside Harper and Stella's place, they were shedding their clothes. The horny females couldn't resist Harper. The feeling was mutual.

As for the class, she worked her buns off. Always prepared, always eager for feedback. She was now being tutored on accents and languages, starting with the main ones. Upper-class English girl, working-class English girl's, Parisian French, and Mexican Spanish. And, she always had a book or two in hand, reading, reading. Harper herself was an open vessel and the teachers poured in their teachings. She was really good at foreign languages it turned out.

She went on short vacations with Stella to London, Paris, and Mexico City to, among other things, practice her accent and her language skills. The foreign pussy knocked her out too, especially the Mexican babies. They were so fucking pretty, and so femme. She was becoming very "worldly." But she never forgot where she came from, or who loves her.

*****

So, during what was to be her senior year in high school, Haper went to work for Revlon. Their shoots were mainly done in NYC and they had a couple floors of a high-rise dedicated to housing the girls and keeping an eye on them. Being in New York was mainly work for Harper. She was there two or three weeks at a time, and Stella was resigned that there would be many opportunities for her to hookup with lassies her own age. She reminded herself that she was doing the same thing in LA, he he.

Harper had to adjust to having a roommate, but that came easily to her. She adored the blonde goddess whom she was rooming with. A really talented girl from Philadelphia, Susan Merit was a new Revlon girl just like her. They stayed up until 12:30 a.m. the first night gabbing and having a bonding session, and some time during it she fell hard for Susan. Inevitably, Harper got up at 1:15, went to tinkle, and then crawled into Susan's bed that first night.

They found that they were both incredibly sexed up, and each had an orgasm. Susan was a switch, like Harper, and after the first two nights they were getting really creative with their schedules and eventually found that they were having sex two and three times a day. The only "downside" to so much sex, was that they often forgot to eat, and both lost a couple pounds. They both found that a cigarette or two somehow made up for lunch.

Elaine called Harper and told her that she and Terry were coming to stay with her for a week. She insisted it was not so much to watch over her, but because she missed her badly. She had already worked out the details and, although it was a bit of a surprise for Harper, she rolled with the punches. Terry had to get back to work, and flew out after four days of vacation.

When Elaine and Terry moved into Harper's digs, Susan moved her two suitcases down the hall to a room with a spot available. Her new roommate was straight, and brought home guys from the bar. Listening to them fucking and laughing was too much for Susan, so she escaped back to her room to sleep with Harper, Elaine, and Terry.

Harper and Susan had tried the party scene for one night, going out with two straight girls. They both decided that drinking and carrying on were not for them. A nice dinner and catching some jazz at a club was about their speed.

The first photos of Harper that would go in the "books," such as Vogue and Cosmo, set her heart a-flutter when they were FedExed to her dorm room. She hid the 8" x 10" in her oversized purse. Harper had a bit of a flair for drama, and when they went out to eat the first night, Harper whipped out the pic that was going into Vogue. The jaws dropped in unison. No one said anything; they just stared at the pic.

"That pic will sell a lot of Lip Care, I should think," said Elaine.

"I'm just so happy for you, you wunderkind," said Terry.

They both kissed her on the mouth, lingering, tonguing. People in NYC are used to the expression of WLW.

*****

After Harper introduced Susan to Elaine and Terry the second night, and they fell to fucking, "foursome style." Elaine was very happy with Susan, and she told her so between her lick of her nude pussy.

"I wish you were my daughter, honey," said Elaine, lick lick lick. "You, Harper, and Hailey. I've heard nothing but good things about you, and we could have so much fun together, thslurp thslurp thslurp. Hmmm. Your pussy is so delicious. Aahhh. I bet you will be very successful at Revlon, thslurp."

"I'm not in Harper's category, but I think I will, so thank you. Ahhhh, do that again, to my clit, Elaine honey."

"Like this?" said Elaine. She had Susans thick clit and her puffy lips between her first two fingers, licking her flesh, kissing her cunt, again and again.

"Oh, I'm cumming," she said in a loud voice. Terry and Harper briefly looked over at Susan, and silently agreed that she was truly one with them. She would be welcome at their house in California.

Harper found out that Susan's parents were a lesbian couple, and she had been "raised gay." She never especially liked boys or men, although she recognized their strengths (like football). A true feminist, she really only had time for women. Her childhood was trauma-free, and she lost her virginity at twelve when she was away from home at a Girl Scout campout. A gay camp counselor did her the favor, and she never looked back, feeling free as a bird to fuck any girl.

*****

It was a busy time for Harper. Stella and Rose came for a two-day visit the following week. Harper went to their hotel to stay with them, leaving Elaine and a very satisfied Susan back at their rooms. Of course, her roomie, Susan, had bonded with her mother, but she did not meet with Stella and Rose. If anything, Stella had become even more protective of Harper, but she took an attitude of "Don't ask/Don't tell" with her about her roommate. Harper was used to the drill, and they didn't even talk about Susan.

One thing that Susan and Harper did was grow their armpit hair. More than anything, it was a clear sign that they were committed about being WLW. It was noticed by the Revlon people, but they looked the other way. The first night that she had a 3-way with Stella and Rose, Stella just laughed and said,

"May I say, you have certainly adapted to New York, armpits and all."

"I just wanted to try it, to see if I'd like it, or if its just a passing fad. Really, I love it, but it's back to shaving once I return to Brentwood."

"Come here, you two. Group hug and kisses," said Stella. The became furry ball of lesbian love, with hugs and kisses and grabbing of asses and breasts. This quickly led to them shedding their clothes.

Quickly Harper was sitting on her haunches at the head of the bed, as Stella got under her and began to lick her. Rose truly loved Stella, and gladly ate at her Y. She was getting to Stella, and when she slowly started to put the middle finger of her right hand up her ass, she blurted out,

"Rose, you diablo (devil) you," said Stella.

Harper was moaning aloud, saying,

"Oh Stella, how I've missed your body, Aahhhh, your pussy, your breasts, Aahhhh. And, Oohhhh, especially your tongue. You're still my bae, aren't you?"

"Does this answer your question, you lesbo whore?" said Stella, and she stuck a finger up her ass. I've been missing you since I heard Madeline say the words, `Revlon wants you.' I hope you miss me too."

"Stella, were going to be...Aahhhh, Uunnhhhh... together, forever, bae," said Harper. "Even when we're apart for work, Oohhhh, know that I can't wait until I'm tasting you again. Oh, fuck me Stella, I need it, I want it, I have to have it."

"My part-time lesbian roommate, Susan and I, have gone out with the hetero girls once. Last Monday, and she and I were bored to death. That partying scene is really for the straights. There were guys hitting on us all night at a rocking club and we just started saying "we're together." That took care of the situation. The next, night we caught a cab to the Blue Note Jazz Club. That was more our style."

"How do you like Susan?" said Stella. There it was, the roommate issue.

"I really like her," said Harper. "She was raised by two lesbian mothers, so she's fully been baptized, so to speak. Susan has a steady girlfriend in Philadelphia. So, OK, we've been having sex, nightly. But the sex between us is the same...missing the loves of our lives. I don't intend to fall for her, nor she for me."

"That make me feel so good, Harper," said Stella. "I have to tell you; I've been missing you badly for the last two weeks."

"Aawwww," Harper mewled. "Rose, how has she been? Missing me?"

"Climbing the walls, if you want the truth," Rose said.

"Susan wants to come to our place in Brentwood as soon as this round is over," Harper said. "Stella, are you OK with that. You'll love her. She'll fit right in to our lifestyle."

"Fuck yes, I can see it now, the fabulous foursome."

*****

Madeline, meanwhile, was on the phone as her plane landed, having a heart-to-heart discussion with Jerry Cohen, the CEO of Elite Actors. She had sent Jerry Harper's pics and a write up on the "local girl." Jerry had heard about Harper, but he has so many actors (male and female) to manage that she got lost in the shuffle. Madeline made a Revlon pic the first thing that he saw when he opened the email message. Madeline wanted to get another opinion on Harper, her chances in Hollywood.

Jerry: What's the feedback from her acting class? Her face, and everything about her, is stunning, absolutely gorgeous. What are her measurables?

Madeline: He, he. Slow down a bit. The feedback from her acting coach is that she'll in the top five female leads. She's technically still in high school.

Jerry: Perfect. What are her measurables?

Madeline: 5'8" and 130 lbs. Which is what her mother is, if you can believe it. Slim at the hips, C Cups. One of my clients met her at a party that lesbians were having in the LA suburbs and fell in love. Of course, they've been living together for nine months, he he.

Jerry: Do you want to share her? 80/20. We'll team up on this one.

Madeline: Sorry, not this one. She's my Anne Hathaway, my crown jewel.

Jerry: It doesn't hurt to ask.

Madeline: What do you think are her chances of being a leading lady?

Jerry: Listen, I'm telling you this because you're my friend. She's a lock. I've got my data points, and she's in the upper right-hand quadrant. Throw me your troubled girls, please. We deal in quantity, ha ha.

*****

The rest of the phone call was a blur. And she ended the call as she was taking a seat in the American Airlines Admiral Club. She was typing up the notes on the call with Jerry in her iPad when a waitress was able to get her attention.

"Excuse me, can I interest you in a cocktail?"

"I'm so sorry. I just got the best news of my life. Ten minutes ago. So, if you could be so kind as to bring me a glass of apple juice, that would be great. Actually, make it two. Here is $100. I think that will cover the juice and your tip."

"That's very generous of you. I'll get you some nuts and things to snack on, too."

"Do you mind telling me, er, what was the great news?"

"Not at all. Tell me, what is your name? I want to remember it for posterity."

"My name is Olivia."

"Olivia, one of my favorite names! I'm Madeline. To give it to you straight, I just got off the phone with one of the most connected people in Hollywood, Olivia. One of my favorite clients is, how shall I say it, been blessed by Hollywood. She's going to be a star...I don't know how else to say it. She's going to the tippy top."

"Oh my, what's her name. I'll look for her."

"Harper Mallory. She's gone from 0 to 60 in nine months. Right now, she's a Revlon Model. I'll show you the shot that is going in Vogue's big book."

She got out her iPad, and showed Olivia Harper's face all done up, and with crimson lips. The pic was flawless, of course. Something that Artificial Intelligence can't touch.

"Damn," Olivia muttered, quietly. She was just staring at Harper, feeling her come to life, contemplating what it would be like to kiss those voluptuous angel bow lips. She was instantly wet.

Madeline was watching her closely. She was smelling Olvia's arousal. She was smelling her own sex too.

"There isn't a word for her. I really don't know what to say except she's the most beautiful girl...I ever seen," said Olivia. "I bet she's got the boys crawling all over each other, no?"

"Not so much. You see, she's a woman who loves other women. I'm meeting her in two hours."

"Oh my, she's one of us then."

"Yes, she's one of us." Stella was spriging back to life after the long call with Jerry, coming out of her daze.

"You know I envy you. Hanging around all those beautiful baes."

"Can you meet me in the women's room in a couple minutes, honey? I'm so horny. I'm in desperate need of some relief."

"Yes, I thought you'd never ask, let me bring your refreshments first, then I'll see you in the women's room."

She made it to the hotel that afternoon, and was flying high on her new drug, Harper Mallory. She made it a point to visit the Admiral's club when she was at JFK on future flights.

*****

Harper had a hard choice to make. She was doing so well in modelling that she wouldn't able to work much on her acting. She was making money at a rate of $X00,000 (believe me, it is north of $300,000), but she would have to dial back her modelling to be available to Hollywood. Realizing that acting, although she hadn't really done any, had become her first love. She had to talk to her super-agent, Madeline, who would fly to New York within the next three days to discuss the situation. Harper was too busy to be nervous.

Madeline was settled into her suite and called Harper. Madeline insisted her prodigy come and stay at her hotel, "to get away from the grind a bit." It would also be a chance to the two of them to sleep together and Harper, who had seen Madeline naked on the day of "the party," had not actually fucked her. She found her panties to be getting wet at the thought of her and Madeline naked. Her beautiful agent. Together. In a New York high rise, doing her with a strapon as she had her hands against the window, looking down on all "civilians." Ooh la la.

Harper packed a weekender bag and went over to Madeline's suite three (long New York) blocks away. She made sure to take a little weed, two strapons, and other toys with her, in addition to her workout stuff and her PJs.

When Madeline opened the door on the Thursday night, Harper was impressed with the room.

"Let me guess, this room is more than $1000 a night?" she said. She already had a sense for the economics of New York.

"For two nights it's $2,200," said Madeline. "Your worth it, and so am I. Do you like it?"

"J'adore," Harper said in French. At this point she knew some 200 words in French. Phrases like "pass me the cheese" or "I want to fuck your brains out."

She proceeded to kiss Madeline deeply, slowly, lovingly. Before the kiss they were all business and go, go, go. After the kiss, things slowed down.

"Can we fuck now?" asked Harper. "I'm really needy. I really want you."

"Oh my god, you have no idea how much that means to me," said Madeline, who had a sudden jolt from the fountain of youth. "Your desire for me, Harper. When I tell you all the good news, we're going to fuck all night, he he."

"Do I have to sign something to get you to fuck me?"

"Ha ha. I know you've got to work tomorrow, so let's talk about your future right now, then we've got all night tonight to do what we want. It's all glorious, believe me, and you don't need to make any decisions. Talk it over with your mother and Terry."

"Right. I'm all ears, baby," said Harper. She was playing with her earrings.

"I really want to get to know you, my dear," said Madeline. "We've been on the run since I first met you, these six months ago. I was shocked when Stella told me you were sixteen. Your body and your mind seemed to be twenty-five. I mean that in a good way. So, now you're seventeen, like the magazine."

"Right. I'm listening baby," said Harper, in a cuddly way.

"Just so you know, I'm on the phone all day for my clients. My connection at Revlon said that your one of top two new girls, but she wouldn't tell me who the other girl was. Do you know what that means?

"I think I know who the other girl is," said Harper. "She's nice, but straight as an arrow. But, what does it mean for me?" Harper was playing with Madeline's breasts.

"Big bucks, expense accounts, travel, Paris, London. They're deciding on who is going to Paris right now. You're a lock. That is the most important show in the world."

"Sheeesh," said Harper. "That's unbelievable," as she pinched Madeline's right breast.

"No, you're unbelievable. You really are."

"Awww." Harper had her hands on Madeline's ass, tugging at her skirt.

"Jerry Cohen and I had a long talk today on this," said Madeline. "He is a Hollywood cognoscenti. We believe you should make a 2-3 year run at Revlon and then give Hollywood a shot at you. The way you take classes and study, it will be perfect."

"I've heard of Jerry," said Harper. She was feeling Madeline's breasts with both hands now.

"I gave him your entire portfolio, with the Vogue shot on top. Just so you know, he sees beautiful girls on a routine basis. So, when he got my package, he flipped out. I mean really went off about your look. He made some calls to his industry network, to gauge your potential. You get an "A" in every category except singing. But, that's a specialty. The best thing is, and I can attest to this, is your attitude. What do you say to this, honey?"

"Wow, that's well great news, and well spoken. I for once, am speechless." Harper had Madeline's blouse out of her skirt and was travelling down, down.

"Promise me one thing. You won't do drugs. No coke, no Molly, nothing. I won't make you promise me, but keep the smoking down to 4 or 5 a day. Or none. Will you promise me? You don't need drugs, and it will only drag you down, way down."

"Hell yes, I swear I'll never do those," said Harper. "I'm having so much fun. You know me Madeline, I live to grind, the daily grind. I'm not ready to give up the `fags' though." She was cradling Madeline's head, kissing her hair.

Harper took a break from loving Madeline and she did her air quotes thing, which always lightened the situation, and set them both to laughing.

"As to smoking, I hear you. But I'm actually down to three a day. Morning, noon, and night, as it were."

"I hope in five years you are still my client. We'll live and love and grow together. For what it's worth, your mom loves me. After all, she had to sign the same document you did."

"You've got me surrounded, with women who love me, Madeline. I love you girlfriend." Harper's right hand was running north-south along Madeline's pussy and clit. "Your mom has been here for a while, right?"

"God, my mom! Oh wow," said Harper. "I really missed her. But we've made up for lost time. She was not like most of the other Revlon girls who strove to keep their mothers at a distance.

Harper wrapped Madeline's head in her arms, stroking her hair. Not knowing why, she started singing, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray."

"What are they talking about, my Harper," said Madeline softly. "You can sing. The girl can sing."

"I've just never done it. But now, I've got singing lessons here in New York." She paused, and continued to stroke her hair. "But I know this, you are a super agent, and I owe you so much. I love you, Madeline." Harper kissed her on the lips, tonguing her.

She stripped and flung her clothes hither and yon. Harper was lighter than a feather. She then proceeded to help Madeline to her feet and get her out of her clothes.

Madeleine saw Harper's armpit hair, but had a little surprise of her own. She'd found out about Harpers new look from Stella a few weeks back. As she was removing her clothes, it was obvious that she had forgone shaving the last three weeks too. Here she was, in all her armpit hair glory. Lots of black hair that couldn't be pulled out, beckoning girls to love her. Lot's of thick, black hair.

"O God," said Harper, staring at Madeline armpits. "Now I know you are really are the one for me." She proceeded to lick and suck the hair and it was earthy and salty and it was good. Harper couldn't get enough of it. Madeline was having an orgasm, big fat one.

Harper took charge. She led Madeline to the bed where she had her sit on the edge of the bed. She draped her Madeline's legs over her head and proceeded to feast at her Y. Madeline was leaning back on her arms. It was all terribly exciting, especially when Harper got glimpses of her armpits. She had Madeline coming fairly quickly, and between the saliva she gave and the clear cum that she got, she had quite a feast. Her face had the sheen of a lesbo bae.

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