Every girl has the dream of being a movie star. I was no exception. Though my family did not have much money, and we lived in a small Georgia town, my Mom shared my dream of me becoming a somebody. The somebody that she never was, except to me. She paid for years of dancing and voice lessons. Mom and Dad scraped up enough money to sent me to Vassar.
I think that I was the poorest girl in my class. I helped out with my expenses by holding down two part-time jobs. In addition, I took acting classes, and joined the Poughkeepsie Theater Company, which was a group of amateur actors who put on plays.
I guess that I should also mention that I was blessed with a nice singing voice. People tell me that I sound just like Brenda Lee.
Being this busy left no time for dating. Since I was now a resident of New York, worked there, and voted there, I qualified to be a contestant in the Miss New York contest, which I won. $20,000.00 was awarded to the winner to pay for college expenses. I did not win the Miss America title. All was not lost though, because the Miss New York title opened many doors for me to at least try out for parts on Broadway, Hollywood, or the TV circuit.
Between you and me, I have another confession. I am quite sure that I am the only girl to graduate from Vassar in the last fifty years who was still a virgin. Nor, did I have sex while Miss New York. One of the reasons, perhaps, is the fact that I prefer to wear full dresses, with high necks, long sleeves, and which extend to my ankles. I am very conscious of my figure. I stand five foot six inches and weight one hundred and twenty pounds.
My agent, Laura Stein, phoned. "Lucy Gardner, please?"
I recognized her voice immediately. "Hi Laura. It's me. How are you?"
"I'm just fine, Lucy. I have some great news. Billy Danford, the director, is in town holding auditions for his new movie "New York Women." One of the parts is you all the way. It is a girl that just arrived in the City, dates and is used by a mobster. She gets to sing two songs in the production. Danford has seen your pictures, and heard a tape of you singing. Can you meet him at an estate this weekend? He suggested that it would be best if you came Friday afternoon, and planned to stay until Sunday. This could be your big break, Honey."
I was so excited, I was trembling. "Oh, God, Laura, Billy Danford? What will I say to him? I am so excited." Then, it hit me. Friday to Sunday?
"Laura, why does he need to see me from Friday to Sunday?" There was a long silence.
"Lucy, if you want the part, you will have to fuck the director, the producer, and any of their friends that they want to pass you on to. Honey, your pussy is your ticket to ride. I fucked him this afternoon just to get him to look at your portfolio, as well as three other actors that I represent."
I was stunned. I was also completely out of money. I had no idea where the food and rent money for next month would come from. I did not even have enough saved up to rent a "You Haul" to take my things home. Meekly, I told Laura, "I'm a virgin. I don't have any idea how to have sex, fuck, as you say. What on earth do I do?"
Laura burst out laughing. After a few moments, she said. "Lucy, you have just given me the bargaining chip to get you and my other three clients roles in Billy's movie. I will call him and tell him that I have a virgin for him, but only under my conditions. You in, Honey. As far as the sex goes. When you get there, ask him to give you three Martinis. Drink them down, one right after the other. Then go with him to his bed room Let him undress you and lay on your back on the bed. Open your legs. He will do the rest. His address is 4438 Stanford Place, just off South side Road. You will have no problem finding it. You will be there at three PM on Friday?"
"Yes." We both hung up.
I was about to chicken out and call Laura back and say, thanks, but no thanks. Then I remembered that my folks had done everything in their power to help me be a somebody. Now it was my turn to do my part. If my part was to be a "Fuck" for a famous director, so be it. It might even be fun. I sat there for an hour thinking of the different angles. Billy Danford was forty six years old, some twenty-one years older then me. He was nice looking. Surly, he would be a considerate lover. The fact is, at twenty-five, I wanted to be fucked, as Laura had called it. I took off my panties and put my finger in me. I closed my eyes, and as my finger ran in and out of my womanhood, I tried to picture what a man's penis looked like, and tried to think of how one would feel in me.
At five minutes to three, I rang the door bell at 4438 Stanford Place. An elderly butler answered the door. He looked me over for several seconds and then inquired, "To whom may I announce your arrival?"
"Please tell Mr. Billy Danford that Lucy Gardner is here to see him."
"Miss Gardner, Mr. Danford instructed me to bring you to him. Please follow me." He led me through the main building, out to as guest house. Billy Danford answered the door, with a huge smile on his face. "Oh, I'm so glad you are here," He said to me.
Handing me two documents, Mr. Danford said in a business like manner; "Look these over. One is an overview of "New York Women," and the other is the dialoged of "Rita," the part you are auditioning for."
"I will leave you for thirty minutes. When I return, I will ask you to give me a reading, if you are comfortable. Food and drink in the refrigerator, if you would like something."
I said, "Thank you," as he walked out the door.
Exactly thirty minutes later, he was back. For the next twenty minutes, I was "Rita" and Mr. Danford was the other characters. Abruptly, he asked me to stop. He provided to me the words for the song, "Cry me a River," made famous by Julie London. As I sang it, he closed his eyes and leaned back with his hands behind his head. When I finished, he exclaimed, "Wonderful, just wonderful. Your read was perfect. Your Georgia drawl, combined with your Vassar diction is perfect for this part. Laura was right about your singing. It is big league. One more hurdle to cross. I need to see your body. Please undress for me."
The smile froze on my face. I looked him squarely in the eyes. He had made the request with the same inflection in his voice as he had used when telling me about the script. There was no excitement in his eyes now. He was still all business.
"My dear, "Rita" has several scenes where she is either wearing little, or nothing at all. Your figure or lack of one will either land you the part, or lose it for you, so please let us not waste time on little girl shyness."
I turned my back to him. Carefully, I removed my shoes, pantyhose, and dress. I still had on my white cotton panties, and my bra. I was beet red with embarrassment when I turned to face him. A fact that he noticed immediately, bringing a smile to his face.
"Walk over to the piano, and back. Strut like you are a Queen."
When I returned to him, he mused, "Take off your bra and panties. You took dancing lessons. When you are naked, I want you to do a tap dancing routine for me. You do have your dancing shoes with you?"
"Yes," I said as I went to my small suit case to get them. It was only when I reminded myself about all that my parents had done for me, that I had the courage to take off my bra and panties.
"Dear, during your routine, I want you to include several sessions of shoulder shaking so that I can study how your tits bounce."
If you are a dancer, you know that each dance that you do is a routine that you have practiced over and over. He put on the song, "Sweet Georgia Brown." It was Showtime! After the first thirty seconds, I knew that I had to forget being naked, and concentrate on my dancing. I put a smile on my face, and gave it my best. When it came time to shake my shoulders, I got close to him, bent over, and shook my puppies right in his face. As I did so, he applauded, as he said, "Lucy, you are marvelous."