Pinup Girl

by Stacey Zackerly

  Hank was a meat and potatoes kind of guy when it came to fucking. The girl got on her back and the guy got on top and that was the way it was. Getting head was a novelty that he had picked up somewhere along the line but that was not a regular part of his sexual diet.

  When he stuck his cock in her Gloria was relieved to find that it fit just fine and wasn't too uncomfortable. Hank didn't usually last very long so it always kind of seemed like she was just getting started as he was shooting his load and then rolling over and going to sleep. She knew she couldn't get pregnant so she had no worries about him cumming inside her. She told him that she had scarlet fever as a child, which at the time was believed to cause infertility in women, a notion that today seems absurd, but he accepted that happily. It was always nice to cum in a women without worrying about pregnancy.

  The sex was far from spectacular but there was still a great deal of novelty value in it and Gloria really enjoyed being able to cuddle up with someone at night, even if Hank wasn't a very affectionate man. Just sharing a bed with someone was pleasant and made Gloria feel more like she belonged somewhere.

  They went on this way for about two weeks and no progress seemed to be made in Gloria's career. It was all talk. Maybe Hank was really trying or maybe he had no clue as to how one got into the movie business but in the end it came to nothing.

  "Well honey it's been fun but I've got to get back to the home office," Hank announced one day out of the blue.

  "What do you mean?" Gloria asked, a little bewildered.

  "I mean my work is done here on this trip. I'm an important man to the company. I'm the guy they send to all the hotspots. They can't just leave me in sunny California indefinitely. Sorry none of those movie deals I've been trying to line up have come through yet but you know how show business is. A lot of flaky people. Cheer up honey, I'm sure something will turn up for you soon. And if it doesn't you've got other talents that should serve you well. A girl like you isn't going to starve if she uses her wits."

  So that was that. Hank was going wherever it was that Hank was going and there was some vague promise of getting together the next time he was in town but Gloria knew it was all empty talk. There were still four days to go on the weekly room rental and Hank gave her a little more cash but he obviously felt no responsibility for her. She was a showgirl, which meant a type of hooker or a loose woman at any rate, and any girl that would give a stranger a blowjob in a train was obviously not a "good girl" and could ply her trade elsewhere.

  It wasn't that Hank didn't have any feelings for her. He genuinely liked Gloria and hoped that she would land on her feet but she was still basically just a type of prostitute to him and he had a wife and kids back home. Girls who sleep with men who aren't their husbands are not the kind of girls you leave your wife for. She was a kid and she would figure all of this out on her own eventually. At least she got to see some of the town. It had been a pretty good deal for Hank since he had a built-in female companion for a reasonable amount of money. She didn't eat that much and he would have had to buy drinks for someone if he tried to pick up a date or pay cash for services that would have been quickly rendered.

  So Hank was gone and "Mrs. Davenport" was forced to start looking for new accommodations. The hotel was really too expensive to stay at for the long haul. Fortunately she had lived in slums most of her life so cheap rooms were nothing new to her.

  She would need to find some kind of work. Hank was probably right that she could be a whore again but she hoped it wouldn't come to that. At any rate she thought that maybe she could latch on to some other guy for a while in a similar arrangement to the one she was just ending.

  It was funny that she didn't think of that as whoring. It was still basically a transactional relationship. Hank paid for everything and promised to try and get her into the movies but she never quite looked at that as the same as working in the club. What she had with Hank had been a relationship. They weren't really married of course but they were living as man and wife. If he gave her money or paid for things that was just part of his job as the man in the family. She knew on some deeper level that there was only a very thin line that separated her relationship with Hank from prostitution but it was a line she was hoping she wouldn't have to cross anytime soon.

  CHAPTER 6:

  Fortunately Gloria could sing and dance and do both quite well. In the 1940's nightclubs were very popular and Hollywood was a town full of them. People got dressed up in those days and went out on the town with some regularity. A club usually had a live orchestra and singers and the larger ones often put on a pretty fancy floorshow. Big name stars often performed at the better clubs and stars of all kinds were frequently in attendance. It wasn't just movie stars who club hopped it was boxers and politicians and mobsters and comedians. It was good publicity to be seen, especially in the company of the right people, so clubs were always haunted by the press hoping to see which glamorous starlets were dating which handsome stars or get the gossip when married celebrities hit the town with someone other than their spouse.

  The movie business took care of its own in those days and almost everybody was under contract to someone. Keeping your prime properties out of trouble could be a full-time job in some cases. A lot of studio hatchet men ran around stuffing money in people's pockets to kill a story or scrap a photograph or drop some criminal charges. It was an era when the public was shocked by infidelity or drug use or homosexuality, all of which were popular pastimes among the Hollywood crowd then as they are today. Keeping up your public image was very important if you wanted your career to last.

  Gloria started looking for work in the clubs but found that performing jobs were hard to get. Headliners were already established talent and chorus girls tended to be women with powerful protectors who had money and influence. If an executive at Warner Brothers took a fancy to you he could see that you got some kind of employment in the chorus line or some other little part in a show. As long as you kept him amused in bed you probably had a job. Many times these protectors would promise bigger and better things to come but like Hank they were usually just blowing smoke. At least they were people with actual contacts and could provide some kind of stepping stone if they chose to do so.

  Having no such protector Gloria took a job as a cigarette girl. That meant wearing a skimpy costume as you walked around the club all night with a tray of smokes at your waist fastened with a strap around your neck. It also meant that your ass was going to get pinched...a lot. Hopefully that also came along with a nice tip but it wasn't a guarantee. The pay wasn't great so tips were greatly appreciated even if you did end up with a sore butt at the end of the night.

  It was an opportunity to meet some famous people and the first time Gloria sold a pack of cigarettes to a movie star she was completely tongue tied. Here was a real live movie star that she had paid to see on the screen actually talking to her.

  "You must be new here honey," said the star casually as he made his purchase. "I know I'd remember those legs."

  "Yes sir, I've only been here for about a week," Gloria managed to stammer.

  "What's your name sweetie?"

  "Gloria. Gloria Gibson."

  "Good name. It suits you. Don't let anyone change it."

  That seemed like a funny conversation to Gloria but it was wonderful at the same time. An actual movie star had talked to her and even asked her name. He thought her name suited her, which made her happy since she had worked so hard to pick the right one. He even gave her a really large tip. It was the highlight of her time in Hollywood so far.

  Having a steady job meant that Gloria didn't have to live in a complete dump but she was trying to save as much money as possible so she chose some less than prepossessing digs for the time being. It was kind of expensive being a woman, she discovered, especially if you wanted to look your best. It was a little scary sometimes coming home late from the club but Gloria had lived around the dregs of society before and she could handle a few catcalls and rude pro
positions. For the most part she got along fine with her neighbors because she wasn't a prude or the type to call the cops if something shady was going on down on her doorstep. Being able to offer up a few choice swear words didn't hurt. It showed you weren't a pushover.

  It was a better life than she had ever lived before, which wasn't saying much, but it was still difficult to stand out in a town where there were so many attractive women who all wanted the same thing. What she needed was something to make her seem special or different from the others. As fate would have it that chance appeared purely by luck.

  A slick-looking man with a pencil thin mustache and a checkered coat came up to her at the club one night and asked to buy a cigar. She didn't have exactly what he wanted and the man seemed a little perturbed by this at first but then he took a step back and looked at Gloria more closely. Then he actually walked a circle around her, much as Dr. Lavinsky had done at their first meeting.

  "Say...you're all right. Not bad at all!" the man whistled through his teeth.

  "Thank you. I'm sorry we don't have those cigars. Maybe I could check in the back for you," Gloria replied.

  "Forget about the cigars honey. I think I've found something a lot better. You ever do any modeling?"

  "No, but I sing and dance," Gloria replied.

  "Of course you do. Who doesn't in this town?" the man joked. "You're not shy are you?"

  "No, I've never been accused of that."

  "That's good, that's good. I think I might be able to use you."

  Gloria certainly knew what it meant to be used by a man but this guy seemed to be leading up to some kind of business proposition. Of course with her and men it was always a business proposition of one kind or another.

  "Do you think you could pose in something kind of frilly? Something your mother wouldn't want you to pose in?" asked the mustachioed man.

  "Well I'm not exactly bundled up in this outfit am I?" Gloria shot back with a grin.

  "For what I need you still might be a little overdressed. Does that scare you?"

  "Not in the least."

  "Good. Here's my card. Be at my studio tomorrow at noon. Wear whatever you want. I'll provide the costume. Don't go overboard on the makeup. I like sexy but wholesome too if you follow. What the girl next door looks like underneath the gingham dress kind of thing."

  "I assume this pays something?"

  "How about 25 bucks for the first shoot...then we'll see. I might be able to use you again."

  That was more than her monthly rent so it sounded just fine. This was a time when minimum wage was about 30 cents an hour and the average annual income was around $1800.00. It sounded too good to be true actually but Gloria always tried to be optimistic and to have faith in people.

  When she arrived at the studio the man in the checkered coat was there. She learned that his name was Eduardo Ponte and that he was an artist specializing in what was known as "pinup" girls. Instead of having the model sit and pose all day while he painted he took various photographs and then worked from those. He might not even choose to paint some of the girls but the photos usually still had some value to calendar makers or something.

  Gloria was handed a lacy bra and matching panties, a pair of stockings and some high heels. Apparently this was her "costume" and Eduardo hadn't been kidding about wanting to show what was underneath the dress.

  There was a chair in the room surrounded by lights and Gloria was told to strike various poses as Eduardo snapped away with his camera. She didn't always know exactly what he meant by his requests to "pout" or "look playful" but she tried to use her imagination and it seemed to be working. The whole process only took about two hours, including dressing and undressing, and then she was handed her money.

  "You did really good kid," said Eduardo appreciatively. "I think I'm definitely going to use something from all of that. You've got a really fresh look. I like it. You're certainly sexy but you're not smoldering sexy, you're sweet sexy. That's money in the bank in my line of work."

  Men and their "line" of work. At least this guy actually had work and he actually paid for it. If he wanted to call it a line that was fine with Gloria.

  "That was really fun. I'd love to do it again sometime," said Gloria as she shook Eduardo's hand. "Will I get to see any of those pictures?"

  "Sure, if you want to. Come by on Friday around the same time and I'll show them to you."

  She wasn't a movie star but she had been paid damn good money to be photographed. That was a start. Hopefully things were looking up.

  CHAPTER 7:

  Gloria was very anxious to see how the pictures had turned out and found to her delight that they were very good indeed.

  "I look so pretty. You must be a very terrific photographer," she said as she went through the photos with Eduardo.

  "You are pretty, I didn't have anything to do with that," Eduardo chuckled. "But yes, I am a very terrific artist. This is the one I chose to paint."

  "Really? That's my favorite too. Can I see the painting?"

  "I'll show it to you when it's done. Maybe we could have dinner sometime and talk about your future," Eduardo suggested.

  "That sounds lovely."

  Well it always came around to sex eventually. At least he was being polite about it. Unlike Hank this was a man who probably could do something for her future, or at least make her present a little brighter. And he was charming and very handsome to boot so the prospect of dinner...and sex was actually quite appealing.

  When she had some time off from the club they went to a quiet little cafe that served Italian food. It wasn't a terribly fancy place but the food was outstanding and the wine was quite tasty too.

  As it turned out Eduardo really did want to talk about her future. He told her that she needed to put together a portfolio of pictures if she wanted to work as a model. That would be her calling card in the industry. It was easier for people to see what she could do when she was all made up and well lit. It was important to only use the best photos however. Quality over quantity.

  She was particularly surprised when she learned that Eduardo had no strings attached to his offer to help her. Apparently the man was a homosexual. Gloria almost laughed when she thought about the irony of it. A year ago she might have been just his cup of tea but now she was just a pretty girl who might have some talent for modeling. She was actually a little disappointed. She really liked Eduardo and thought his mustache was quite debonair. Still it was nice to know that somebody was taking an interest in her career without expecting sexual favors in return.

  Such was not the case at the club. One night her boss, Mr. Chandler, took her aside and asked her to come into his office. Gloria was worried that she had done something wrong or offended an important customer so she went nervously. Once inside Chandler locked the doors.

  "So I understand that you want to be a dancer," he said as he began the familiar ritual of sizing her up.

  "Yes, that's right. I sing too," Gloria informed him.

  "Is that so? Well I may have an opening for a dancer so why don't we start by having a look at your legs."

  The tiny little skirt she wore hardly kept any part of her lower body covered so she wasn't sure how much more of her legs there was to see. Chandler suggested that she put one leg up on a chair and then the other. While she was doing that he came over and began to squeeze and fondle her legs.

  "You're a dancer all right. There's good development there but not so much so that they lose their attractiveness. Some of these dancing girls think they're trying out for the Olympics or something. I want hoofers not heifers."

  His hand now moved up her thigh and rested on her crotch. He looked at Gloria to see if she was going to panic and was relieved to see no trace of fear in her eyes.

  "Are you a sport? Are you the kind of girl who likes to play ball?" he asked with a wink.

  "I'm not a virgin if that's what you're asking," Gloria replied softly.

  "That's exactly what I'm asking. Because if you'
re not a virgin what are you?"

  "I'm a sport?"

  "That's right! You're my kind of gal," said Chandler as he put his cigar in the ashtray. "Why don't you let me have a little peek? Pull down those undies and let me see what you've got there."

  Gloria looked around and decided to sit on the edge of his desk. She started to wiggle out of her panties but Chandler apparently wanted to do the rest himself. He pulled her pants all the way off and then began to finger her pussy.

  "Very nice. Nice and tight I bet. Nothing like a tight little pussy. I think I'm going to fuck you now baby. Is that all right with you?"

  Gloria just nodded and Chandler grinned as he lifted her off of the desk and turned her around. Gloria rested her hands on the top of the desk as she heard Chandler's pants hitting the floor. Then her tiny skirt was lifted a bit and her boss got in position behind her. He pulled at her hips a little to get her lined up better and to accentuate the curve of her back before he took the plunge.

  She had never been fucked from behind, not even as a man, so the experience was new and different. Bent over like that a cock entered at a different angle and contacted the inside of her pussy a little differently. It was fascinating to feel how something as simple as that could make such a noticeable difference.

  Chandler kept a good grip on her slender waist as he pumped her hard and fast. She had to move her hands to the edge of the desk to have something solid to hang onto as his thrusts became more vigorous. She was in a conflicted state of mind. On one hand it was just the old routine, putting out for a man who offered her something, but on the other it actually felt really good. There was something so dirty about sneaking off and doing it this way. She and Howard had an arrangement and they always did it in a bed and in the same position. There was an element of danger that made this more arousing for some reason.

  Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Chandler stopped boning her and turned to face the sound of the annoying disturbance.