Gloria pulled her sweater off, thrilling to the burning fire radiating from the dark eyes of Joe Blake. He sat on the large over-stuffed chair, beer-can in hand, tensely leaning forward, obviously surprised by her sudden move.

The tight bra cut into the flesh of her large breasts, and Gloria knew he was already excited by the sensual sight. It was important to make this play count, if she really wanted to succeed in Hollywood. Film making was a hard business and it took smarts to get ahead. Mr. Joe Blake was a big step in the right direction. With his help she would take the first steps into the casting jungle--and Gloria was smart enough to know exactly what that would involved.

"You did want to make love to me, didn't you?" she questioned, reaching around to her back and unclasping the bra strap. She hesitated to give the man time to grasp the blatant offer of her words and actions. He sat there as if paralyzed, eagerly awaiting the exposure of her large breasts.

She had carefully picked the word "love" in order to frame the mood just right: half respectability, innocent, and, off-set by her body and actions, down right erotic.

"That's why you came up here with me, isn't it?" she continued, still holding the bra straps in place, teasing him with the idea of seeing what it now hid. The show was important. Very important. And she was determined to give him one hell of a hot night.

They had already consumed enough drinks to set the mood. The man was obviously feeling slightly high. But not too much so, she had noticed. He was one hell of a hunk; great looking and powerfully built in a solidly lean way.

A voluptuous thrill shot through Gloria as the man half stood and gasped in pleasure at what he was seeing. His eagerness was exciting in itself. She liked being looked at by men, being desired; it was almost as thrilling as the full course of love-play, but only almost! There was nothing more wonderful than a man's body hammering against hers.

"Down, boy!" she murmured with light humor. "Enjoy!"

She rolled her hips just slightly, teasingly. There wasn't any reason to rush things. It was important to make a deep impression on the man. A lasting one, that would reach beyond a one-night stand with a wanna-be starlet. There were all too many women willing to toss themselves at men like this. She didn't plan on being just another easy lay to be circulated from casting couch to casting couch. She expected promises to be made and then kept. The one thing she had working for her was a smart mind, and the right kind of experience and background to make an impression, not only in bed, but elsewhere. Push, promotion and investment was all she needed to make it. And Gloria planned on becoming a big star in the Hollywood scene.

Nonetheless, the thought of sexual intimacy with this man was exciting. She slowly pulled the bra away from her bulging breasts.

The man stood, as if hypnotized, and stepped forward.

"You are a lovely creature!" he breathed a moment later, slipping his arms around her body, crushing her breasts against his chest. His mouth covered hers, his tongue reached out, she grabbed it with her lips, then teeth, drawing it deep within her mouth, thrilling to the maleness of his hips pressing firmly against hers.

How she had waited for this moment, ever since first coming to work for Blake Enterprises a couple of months before. She had taken the job to make connections, to begin her serious career as a working actress. Everybody trying to break into films needed money or a job to survive and an agent to get interviews. Working as a waitress, as she had in the past, was not the best way to support herself, nor was a normal secretary job. Working for a first class agency was a smart move. But it took more than that. She could use the opening of being there every day as a step in the right direction. From that point on it was up to her to connect with the right people. The son of the agency's founder was a great start! Joe had caught her attention that first day, though he'd hardly noticed her. There were too many attractive little sex-pots running in and out of the agency to make it possible for Joe Blake to notice one of the new secretaries. He was Big--important--and could have his pick of many starlets' struggling their way into show-business; willing to spread goodies before any man who might help them.

It had taken a planned attack to get Joe's attention, and this night was the first time they had gone out together.

One thing Gloria knew about herself: she was a woman of beautiful body and hungry sexual desires. That kind of combination could not be beat! As long as it was put to smart use. Plus she had enough experience with men to know just about every kind of combination of sexual combat; and liked it all! This gave her an edge. She would never be used by a man.

She felt his palm cover one large breast, play with its already hardening nipple, making it tight with hurting desire.

Her own hand reached down, found his thigh and explored until he gasped.

"You wild lady!" he admired, pushing her away. "You're really hot!"

"What's wrong with that?" she laughed, un-zipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

Now she was standing before him with only small, lacy pink panties on, and it took no imagination to know exactly what lay underneath them. It was a sight created to drive a man beyond his limits of control. And it did. She calculated every move when going out to seduce a man.

"Want to see the rest?" she challenged, hands on hips. Without waiting for his answer--for it was written hotly on those handsome features, she suggested: "Let's go into the bedroom. I like to do things properly."

He teased her breasts with his fingers, then caressed down across her hips.

"Please, Joe," she laughed, starting to move away, "I'm hot enough ... in the bedroom. I've wanted you since the first day."

He laughed. "How'd I miss you?"

"All those other girls, that's how." She moved into the large bedroom with its huge King-size bed. Lying on the bed, Gloria looked up at the man as he began to quickly undress, his eyes feasting on her.

He had a great body; so lean, muscular in a deliciously graceful way. She felt a tingle of excitement. A shiver rushed through her. He was already hard as hell, and the sight of him like that was almost too much to take. She really loved men; loved sex; loved possessing a man. She was, also, smart enough to make full use of that hunger in a way that worked to her advantage.

But at this moment she couldn't think of anything but the desire ebbing through every nerve. At such moments, she simply let her instincts take over. She wanted to surround him totally.

The need was already driving Gloria to the edge. Trembling convulsively, she slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her panties and wormed her way out of them.

Joe Blake froze, eyes paralyzed upon her hips. Then, without waiting to completely undress, he came at her, his lips finding the hardened points of her breasts, his hands maddeningly caressing her hips and thighs.

A gasp of pleasure clutched at Gloria as she pulled him against her, thrilling to the teasing kisses which moved greedily from one breast to the other.

She realized immediately that this was going to be terribly good; far better than she might have hoped for. The reasons for bringing Joe up here this evening, the long plotting and planning--which had nothing really to do with sex--all lifted from her mind under the passionate greed of Joe's lips and tongue as they played along her breasts, caressed, teased their large, supple curves and flicked quickly across the now hurting nipples.

Then she felt his hand glide across her stomach, down lower to search over tingling thighs, building the hot need higher and higher, screaming through her nerves until all she could think of was the driving necessity of clawing him to her, feeling the full bloom of him surge into the fiery depths of her body.

Then a gasp almost choked Gloria as she felt him move and thrilled to the most meaningful touch a man can give a woman. Her body arched up to find him, but he pulled away, laughing at her struggles. Then she frantically grabbed him, forced his body against hers, and went rigid with intense pleasure as he answered her call, uniting with a slow intent that drove her out of reality into a new world of ecstatic pleasure, craving the unrelenting movement of him cutting her nerves into fiery pains of pleasure that built and built until there was nothing left but the explosive final ecstasy to surge over her like a drowning tidal wave attempting to smother all life.

Joe Blake lifted away from the voluptuous secretary, finding it hard to remember her name. That body had been all hot woman, but in the final moments lacked identity as so many other bodies in the past months since his break-up with Clara Henderson. Since then it had been secretary, starlet, tramp, prostitute, and whore, anything with skirts to drive away the pain of loneliness which had clutched at him since the accident.

He forced himself to stand on shaky legs. His eyes whipped over the half conscious form of the big breasted female who had so hungrily given herself to him.

For a moment he struggled to remember her name, then it slowly came back.

Gloria Davis; a new wiggle-hipped secretary who'd made a direct play at his office the other day.

When she leaned over the desk, while handing over some typed papers, the low cut neckline of the tight white blouse revealing all the cleavage necessary to attract any man's eyes, Joe had found it hard to keep his mind on the immediate business matters which had been so pressing an instant before.

"You're new in the office, aren't you?" he inquired, much too huskily.

She winked, leaned a little further over and then straightened up. "I've been around for some weeks, Mr. Blake."

"Not around within seeing distance, I might point out."

"Oh, you've been too busy to notice, I'm afraid."

"Afraid?"

"Well, girl's do like to be noticed," she pointed out with a broad smile, her voluptuous lips spreading across even teeth.

He watched as she wiggled herself across the office to the door. As her right hand reached to open it, he'd said: "How about dinner tomorrow night?"

She turned, shrugged so that her breasts moved delightfully under the material, and then said: "Why not? At seven?"

So that's the way it started. Dinner at the Jamaica Bay Inn Steak House was delightful, looking out over the Marina Del Rey harbor; it had set the mood while they sipped cocktails and listened to the piano bar. It was later, when they drove up to her apartment in Hollywood, just off Normandie and Melrose, that Gloria asked him up for a nightcap. "I only have beer and vodka," was her offer when they stepped into the small one bedroom apartment.

Beer had suited him fine, partly because he was already feeling his drinks, partly because it had been a long time since he'd had beer and partly because beer would hardly hinder any sexual activities that might follow.

His eyes once more took in the shape of Gloria Davis, hesitating on her swelling breasts with their large pink nipples, relaxed now that her body had been sexual spent out in their games.

He wondered vaguely what this blonde dish was actually after. A sex night, no! No, they never wanted just that. Every woman wanted to be a star; young wanna-bees who would do anything to get a break in show-business. Including sleeping with power brokers, men who were able to open doors to small parts in film or on stage. They were all pretty much the same; all eager, desperately cooperative. The smart ones knew when to play and when to hold off; some also knew how to really stand out among the best looking, most desirable, line up of young women. Gloria was something pretty special to look at; and damned good in bed. And unlike many such ladies, hadn't faked her joy of sex. Unless she was more talented than he gave her credit for--she had enjoyed every moment with him. All she needed was acting talent, some good promotion, connections and a lot of luck mixed with perfect timing. Success in show business depended on much more than looks, willingness to do what was necessary, and experience. It took that final blessing: being at the right place at the right time.

He wondered if she had any talent to go with that lush, willing and amazingly responsive body.

She was young and probably would look good on the screen. And, hopefully, if she made it to the top wouldn't be a problem to the studios like many named stars became.

Like his number one problem at the agency Karla Kane, the agency's big star. Karla had been with them for the last five years, but now was becoming a top problem. Harv Freeman had called him this afternoon, saying that Karla was being difficult, a real pain on the set. The director and producer were going out of their minds, and he had threatened to call the whole production off if she didn't start shaping up. And it was his job to keep her in line.

"Joe," Gloria Davis voice murmured from the bed. "Give me one, too?"

Absently, Joe realized he had picked up a pack of cigarettes. He extended one to the woman, who was sitting up on an elbow. Her sensual lips curled around the cylinder of tobacco in such a way as to be highly suggestive, especially considering where her eyes automatically swept. Then she was once again looking up into his eyes, a lidded, passionate expression burning bright. "I think, Joe, that the fun has just begun."

Her right hand reached out playfully and he forgot all about the business problems as realization of what new heights of sexual pleasure were in the offering. Her intimate, quick caress left nothing to the imagination.