The time flew by as Uncle John and Amy discussed her real father from their respective viewpoints. Amy sat spellbound, as John painted a picture of a man she'd never known. He had been athletic, very knowledgeable, and one of the most sought after men in town by the ladies. He'd married her mother when he was twenty-one, six months after graduating from Syracuse. Her mother had been eighteen. He died two weeks after Amy was born.
Her step-father had settled into the role of husband and father two years later, and became a successful small town businessman. Uncle John, on the other hand, had headed for New York City after graduating college and returned only once, when Amy was about eight.
"This city has been very kind to me," he said somberly, looking at her and then refilling her wineglass.
"Oh, I hope it will be good to me too," Amy said wistfully, running her hand through her hair.
"I'm sure it will. You're beautiful, young and talented." He smiled, "The Big Apple lays at your feet awaiting your command."
Amy began giggling and couldn't stop. John saw she was getting tipsy and took her wineglass to the bar, and emptied it. Eve stuck her head through the doorway to announce that dinner was almost ready, and that she could hold off serving for another twenty minutes if necessary.
John thanked her and turned back to Amy, who was still giggling. Behind him he heard Eve start to giggle as well.
Women
, he thought to himself as the doorbell rang.
"That must be Mona. I'll get it Eve."
John glanced over at Amy who was struggling to compose herself just before opening the door. "You two get control of yourselves," he said, and laughed aloud as he reached the door.
"Johnny!" A petite blonde screamed as he opened the door and hurled herself into his arms. Before John could react further, her legs were wrapped around his thighs revealing the tops of her stockings and her garter belt straps.
"What the..." he began, but was muffled by the blonde who was raining kisses on his face.
"Mona! Damn it! Cut it out!" he said, recovering his composure.
Amy noted there was no trace of anger in his voice. "We have company this evening. My niece..."
"Whew Johnny," she cooed, unwinding her body from his. "You are one hot stud muffin!"
Mona rolled her eyes, and for the first time took Amy in. Amy was positive Mona had groped her uncle's groin, but couldn't bring herself to believe it. Mona glanced around the room and smiled, as Amy rose from her chair to greet her.
"Hello! You must be the wonderful visitor Johnny's been bragging about."
She tugged her tight dress downward, and made directly for Amy. She hugged her tightly to her generous bosom and as they separated, Amy noted the heavy makeup covering her face, and the dramatic cleavage revealed for all to see.
"Amy," John began, "this is Mona Lott. She lives in the building."
"Just two floors down honey, I'm there for you if ya need me. Well, most of the time any ways."
Amy had been startled by the woman's entrance and said, "That was a wonderful entrance Miss Lott... very impressive."
"Impressive? Naw..." she paused and smiled winningly at everyone. "Now these are impressive," she bellowed, hefting her Dolly Partonesque breasts up, and giving them a squeeze."
"Mona..." John started to say, but Mona roared on. "These tits are real. No silicone here, baby. Feel 'em for yourself.
"Mona!" John yelled, trying to restore a semblance of decorum for his niece.
Eve chose that moment to peek out from the kitchen to see what was going on, and was impressed by the movie star clasping her breasts.
Awed, but not frightened, Amy backed away as she studied Mona. Her blonde hair was worn in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets that framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had a figure that Amy knew would cause men to stop in their tracks, and would bring out the greenest of envy in women. Mona's abundant breasts dominated her figure, but when one got past them - granted it would take a while - one discovered a pair of long, smooth, tan hued legs that stretched out from beneath that skin-tight sheath loosely called a dress.
Mona was an actress - of sorts. She had two legitimate screen credits on her resume, but the twenty-three X-rated films that had followed them was where she had garnered her so-called fame.
Amy had no idea of this, but just the fact that she was in the room with a movie star put her in awe. She took a second reading of Miss Lott, and was surprised to find that in the faint light of the setting sun she was able to make out the silver dollar sized areola around Mona's nipples. Amy couldn't help but compare them to the smallness of her own.
Mona approached Amy again, "C'mere kiddo," she said, and leaned forward to kiss her. The kiss planted on Amy's soft lips was like that one would give a sister; a light peck denoting tenderness and affection. But then Mona hugged her tightly and Amy felt those gigantic breasts mashing into her own, and almost panicked. Only her skill as an aspiring actress helped her from creating what she fleetingly thought would have been a "scene."
And so it was that Mona was able to kiss her again. Catching Amy off guard, this time there was an added passion, and when Amy felt the press of Mona's tongue against her lips she unconsciously opened her mouth to receive it. Instantly regretting her mistake, Amy pulled away, but a jolt of pleasurable electricity surged through her system confusing the young girl. Adding to the confusion was the fact that Mona's hand had brushed against Amy's breast through the thin material of her blouse and sent another rush of emotion through the girl.
Amy felt herself beginning to blush with embarrassment.
Or was it embarrassment,
she wondered.
Trying to contain the dynamic Miss Lott, John quickly offered her a drink.
"Great, vodka and tonic, please," she said, and flounced upon the couch. Amy caught a quick view of her crotch, and flushed.
John prepared the drink and a period of normalcy followed. Amy, partly recovered, asked Mona about her career, being careful not to ask about any particular film, since she had no idea what Mona had appeared in.
"Did you find it difficult getting started in film roles, Miss Lott?" Amy asked.
"No," Mona replied and then frowned. A moment later, a smile lit up her face, and she followed up with, "At least not after I brought new life to Sy Rothstein's limp dick."
"Mona!" John roared, as his hand involuntarily slapped his thigh in exasperation.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, waving her hand at John. Then, turning to address Amy, she said, "But surely you've heard of the casting couch?"
"Err, yes, I have," Amy said with a small frown. "But does everyone have to do that to get a part?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" Mona replied, ignoring Uncle John's frantic signals.
John interrupted before Mona could continue. "Eve? I think we're ready. Can you serve us now?"
"Si, Mr. Prentice. Please be seated in the dining room. I will refresh your drinks and serve the food."
