Pinup Girl

by Stacey Zackerly

  "Boss, are you in there?" said a voice from outside the locked door.

  "Go the hell away I'm busy!" Chandler barked.

  After he was sure that the interloper had gone Chandler resumed his banging. It seemed like he had picked up the pace a little, if such a thing was possible.

  "Looks like I'll have to finish this up pretty quick," Chandler grunted. "Are you fixed baby?"

  "Fixed?"

  "Yeah, you know, do I have to pull out or what?"

  "No, you can finish inside me. I'm...fixed," Gloria replied.

  "Music to my ears. The last thing I need is to knock up some cigarette girl."

  Soon Chandler was making a sticky deposit in her slit and groaning and wheezing like he had just run a mile at full speed. He was kind of a stocky man who didn't look like the physical fitness type so all of that exercise was probably pretty strenuous for him.

  When he was done he pulled out quickly and got his pants back up. He left her to put her panties back on by herself.

  "You are a sport," he said happily. "And you're a pretty cute little dolly as well. I'll see if I can find you a little something in the show. Now scoot back to work and don't look like you've just gotten fucked when you come out of my office. I don't want my girlfriend to get suspicious. Consider this your break."

  Gloria wasn't sure how to look like she hadn't been fucked but at least she didn't have a torn dress or cum dripping from her lips. She straightened herself out as much as she could and then walked out the door and back to work.

  Chandler hadn't promised anything but it sounded like he was at least going to try and work her into the act. Maybe she could have insisted on that in advance but that was no guarantee that he'd follow through with the promise. There wasn't much she could do if he didn't. When your boss wants to fuck you it's fuck or quit. A man like that wasn't likely to take too kindly to rejection, especially from one of his lowest employees.

  That was a woman's lot in life she figured. Men would have their way. Hopefully it would be mutually beneficial. It sure beat the hell out of stabbing somebody with a bayonet or getting blown up by a mortar shell or something. All those poor boys over there. The hell they must be going through. This was a small price to pay to avoid all that horrible death and bloodshed. She counted her lucky stars as she went back to selling tobacco.

  CHAPTER 8:

  "It's gorgeous. I can't believe it's me. I mean, it looks like me of course, but I never thought I'd see a painting of myself, let alone one that looks so beautiful."

  Eduardo had just revealed his artistic creation for Gloria and she was practically speechless. It did look like her and yet there was something that Eduardo brought to the painting that was special and gave her a little extra glow.

  "I'm rather proud of it myself," Eduardo grinned. "I think this might do us both some good. You're going to be a bit famous my dear, at least within certain circles. Our fighting men overseas love this sort of thing and the military doesn't object. It's dirty enough to make the boys happy but clean enough that it's not strictly pornography. It's all a bit of hypocrisy of course. They know it will make the men horny and want to masturbate but at the same time the United States government can't appear to condone such lewd behavior. How do you like the idea of men masturbating while fantasizing about you?"

  "I think I feel honored," said Gloria, almost blushing a little.

  "I envy you. I would love to have men masturbating over my picture!"

  "But it is your picture Eduardo, yours more than mine. I just sat there. You're the artist."

  "Yes but it's your tits they're going to be drooling over. Still, if I can help in some small way to bring relief to our brave young lads in arms I feel that I've contributed to the war effort the best way that I can," Eduardo joked.

  Eduardo had gotten Gloria another photo session and she had brought along the pictures for him to help her decide which should go in her portfolio.

  "Hmm...this is one very good...that one, not so much...I think you should stay away from the nudity for the time being," said Eduardo as he perused her new material.

  "It pays better and I don't mind doing it," Gloria pointed out.

  "Yes I know but you also have other interests like being in the movies. Nudity is the sort of thing that can come back to haunt you later. Mind you I have nothing against it and have shot plenty of nudes myself but once you're known for that it can be difficult to be known for anything else. You're good enough to get paid without having to take your clothes off. Well, at least not all of them."

  Gloria certainly trusted Eduardo's opinion. He had rapidly become one of only three people in her life that she really trusted, the other two being Mabel and Dr. Lavinsky. She was a little sad that she hadn't heard much from either one of them but one day she got the delightful surprise that Mabel was actually going to come out for a visit.

  She missed her old friend terribly and couldn't wait for her to arrive. She wasn't staying long as it was just a quick vacation kind of thing but Mabel was interested in seeing what the work opportunities might be while she was here. The thought of Mabel actually moving to California was almost too much to hope for.

  Gloria invited Mabel to stay with her while she was in town and Mabel was perfectly happy to accept the invitation. It would save money on a hotel and be nice to spend the time with a friend who could show her around a bit.

  There was a very happy reunion at the station as Gloria went to pick up Mabel as she got off the train. Eduardo had graciously loaned her his car for the afternoon so they were really traveling in style, even though Gloria had almost no idea how to drive.

  "Oh my God! Is this yours?" Mabel asked as her bags were loaded into the trunk of the big convertible.

  "Sadly no, it just belongs to a friend," Gloria said with a laugh.

  "A boyfriend?"

  "Well he is a man but he's not exactly boyfriend material. At least not for a girl."

  "Too old?" Mabel suggested.

  "Too queer," Gloria whispered.

  "Isn't that ironic?"

  "I thought so too," Gloria giggled as they got in and sped away.

  "So have you been doing a lot of driving out here?" Mabel inquired nervously.

  "First time behind the wheel."

  "I was kind of afraid of that."

  The ride was a little shaky but on the whole Gloria did remarkably well for a first time driver. When they pulled up in front of Gloria's apartment house Mabel was a little taken aback. It looked pretty run down from the outside. As she soon discovered it looked pretty run down on the inside as well.

  "Honey, I don't mean to complain considering your generosity but is this really the best place you can afford?" asked Mabel.

  "Hardly. I just don't like to waste money," Gloria replied casually. "I'm making money now but it could always run out."

  "That's when you move to a place like this. If you want to be a star you have to think more like a star."

  "I can't afford to pay rent like a star," Gloria joked.

  "Maybe not, but I'll bet we can find something much nicer that isn't going to be a terrible strain on your bank account. Why don't we do a little looking around while I'm here?"

  "Sure, that sounds like fun if you don't mind taking up your vacation time."

  "I'd just like to come out of this excursion alive and I think I'd stand a better chance in a slightly nicer neighborhood," Mabel said, only half joking.

  It was so good to see Mabel again. Good to have a real friend to talk to. Gloria was in a rush to take Mabel everywhere and show her everything but Mabel just wanted to relax for a little while before getting the package tour.

  There was only one bed so they would be sleeping together which wasn't a problem for either of them. Mabel had been attracted to Gloria when Gloria was a man but they both realized that Gloria had different tastes. Now that she was a woman it just underscored that all the more.

  Gloria couldn't wait to show Mabel the modeling work she had done and
proudly presented her portfolio for her friend to browse.

  "Oh my...it's that kind of modeling," said Mabel with a raised eyebrow.

  "It's all very tasteful and artistic I assure you," said Gloria, slightly hurt by the comment.

  "Don't get me wrong you look fabulous sweetie. I just didn't realize there would be quite so much of you showing."

  "I only did the one nude shot but Eduardo thinks I should keep my clothes on in the future."

  "That settles it. He definitely is queer! I can't imagine most men ever advising a woman to keep her clothes on," Mabel teased.

  "He's really a pretty great guy. Sometimes I wish he wasn't a homosexual."

  "Well surely there are some red-blooded males in this town who appreciate an attractive woman. God knows I'm counting on it."

  "Of course women kind of outnumber the men these days," Gloria reminded her.

  "I only need one at a time. I'm not greedy."

  "Well why don't we get dolled up tonight and see if we can't even the score a little," Gloria suggested.

  "Best idea I've heard all day."

  CHAPTER 9:

  Gloria had the night off so the girls were able to paint the town red to their hearts content. They hit up a few of the hotter nightspots before a couple of sailors hit them up and they ended up grabbing a bite to eat at a late night diner. A uniform was basically a free pass to walk up to just about any woman and suggest, subtly or not subtly, that they get better acquainted in a hurry. That was not the way things usually worked in mid-20th century America but the war changed everything.

  Parents who objected to their daughter's choice of a boyfriend would suddenly change their tune if that bum enlisted in the Marine's. Now it was practically their daughter's patriotic duty to show the jarhead a good time. Of course the sexual aspects of it weren't out in the open and accepted freely, because that wasn't the American way, but everyone knew they existed and more or less went along with the gag.

  It was a very liberating time for women in many respects. For one thing they went into the workplace like never before. With so many men in the service jobs that had never been open to women were suddenly filled by women almost exclusively. More women were making their own money and living on their own or with other women instead of living with their parents or with a husband. They were doing things they had never done before and tasting a kind of freedom that was completely new and exhilarating.

  Of course for those married women who had husbands in the military life was a lot more stressful. You never knew when a telegram might come from the War Department announcing that you were a widow.

  For a single woman with a job Hollywood in the 1940's was a pretty exciting place to be. For two fun-loving gals like Gloria and Mabel it was positively indecent as well.

  That sailors wanted to fuck, as sailors tend to do, but where to go was the question. They couldn't very well go back to the sailor's ship and Mabel didn't have a room of her own so the only option was to head for Gloria's sad little apartment.

  Even men who slept in a bunk and lived in a steel room the size of a closet were a little taken aback by the shabbiness of the place but they weren't there to admire the furniture, of which there wasn't much anyway. The bed was about the only place suitable to their task but it wasn't all that big and it would be a little weird for all four of them to use it simultaneously.

  They all actually knocked around a few ideas of how to solve the problem, like have one couple use the bed for an hour while the other couple waited downstairs or went to get coffee or something, but none of the alternative suggestions seemed to be very promising.

  Finally it was decided that they would indeed share the bed although one couple would be at the head of the bed while the other faced in the opposite direction at the foot. It was at least a compromise everyone could live with.

  There wasn't much in the way of preliminaries as everyone just got naked as fast as they could, grabbed their partner and jumped on top of the bed. The boys had obviously decided for themselves who got which girl, since they had been paired up all night, but there was no way to know how that choice was made and whether anyone was disappointed by the selection. Gloria's guy was a pretty big dude with muscular arms. He even had a tattoo of an anchor on his forearm like Popeye. His name was Gustov, but everyone called him Gus since Gustov sounded a little too much like the enemy. Mabel's man was a smaller but more facially attractive fellow named David.

  As the ladies went to their designated areas on the bed and opened their legs the sailors prepared to come aboard. No one fucks quite like a sailor on shore leave, which is neither a compliment nor a condemnation, it's merely an observation.

  Fortunately neither of the girls were shy in the least but fornicating on a small bed as part of a quartet is still something that takes a little getting used to for the uninitiated. The sailors didn't talk much but did turn around to exchange a lurid wink or two with each other. The girls were trying to keep the noise down but the steady squeaking of the box springs made it feel they were fucking in a factory.

  One good thing about servicemen is that they tend to be in great physical condition. Gustov looked like he could rest his weight on his mighty arms for hours without tiring, but of course they were also just horny guys who hadn't gotten laid in quite a while so the stamina of their cocks wasn't quite up to the stamina of the rest of their bodies.

  Although the sight of the little combo was probably more amusing than erotic Gloria still found the situation to be incredibly arousing. She would have liked to have been able to see Mabel getting hammered but whenever Gloria tried to sneak a peek all she saw was David's hairy butt and his balls flapping back and forth.

  Suddenly Gloria let out a surprised cry as she felt her body overcome with a new sensation. She was having her first female orgasm and it hit her like a thunderbolt, both from the surprise and from the delight. Good old Gustov was giving her a pretty terrific drilling and her body was responding with an electrical thrill. She clutched at the sailor's butt and tried to force him even deeper into her pussy, which only made him laugh. He had a way of making women respond like this and it always tickled him to see it.

  It sounded like Mabel was having a good time too but Gloria was now too lost in her own delicious delirium to think about that very much. This was the first time Gloria had really, truly enjoyed sex as a woman this much and it was just a one night stand with some sailor. Of course he was a really well-built sailor with a nice thick cock but he was a total stranger. Thank God for the navy!

  David ended up firing his broadside first but Gustov wasn't all that far behind him. Having completed their patriotic duty for the night the girls kissed their men goodbye and wished them well. Somehow they had managed not to totally destroy the bed in the process but it was a little lumpier than before. On the other hand Gloria felt totally destroyed but in a good way. Gustov had fucked the hell out of her and she was still a bit shaky from the experience.

  With the sailors gone the girls were left to themselves, naked under their bathrobes and very happy but amused at the same time.

  "What just happened?" Mabel asked in mock bewilderment.

  "I'm not sure but I'll never hear Anchors Away again without getting turned on," Gloria joked.

  "You were making some funny noises over there."

  "I was having some funny feelings. Funny but wonderful."

  "It looks Dr. Lavinsky knew what he was doing. You really are all woman now aren't you?"

  "If I'm not I like whatever it is that I am," Gloria giggled.

  "I like it too. You seem different, and not just because you have boobs. You seem happier and more confident. It's like you were a light bulb just waiting for someone to turn the switch on so that you could shine."

  "Oh I'm so glad that you're here Mabel," said Gloria as she hugged her best friend. "I wish you could stay here forever."

  "Well if the rest of my trip goes like this you may have to pry me away with a crowbar."


  The girls took off their robes and climbed under the covers naked. It was a pleasant evening and there really was no point in putting on any sort of nightgowns now. They cuddled up and the warmth of their bodies felt soothing. Hank and Gloria never really cuddled. Hank was kind of a restless sleeper who liked to lay on his side but Gloria loved the feeling of snugness of being wrapped up with another person, especially someone she cared about like Mabel.

  "So has anyone ever asked about me?" Gloria asked softly.

  "Yeah, some guys in suits flashed their badges and asked if I had seen you. I told them I hadn't seen you in months, which was actually true. They nosed around for a while and talked to everybody at the club but they went away disappointed," Mabel told her.

  "I sure hope you don't get into any trouble because of me."

  "Too late for that if you count what we just did as trouble. Of course that's the kind of trouble I like."

  "Me too. I guess we're both just bad girls," Gloria teased.

  "Well you know what Mae West said...good girls go to heaven; bad girls go everywhere."

  CHAPTER 10:

  Over the next few days Gloria and Mabel did go everywhere, at least as far as Hollywood was concerned. Gloria had her job at the club plus a few modeling gigs to tend to so Mabel was left to her own devices some of the time. She put much of that to good use as she actually found Gloria a much nicer place to live that was well within her budget range.

  It was in one of those little bungalow courts that were so unique to the Los Angeles area and when Gloria saw it she absolutely fell in love with the place. The architecture had kind of a Spanish feel to it complete with red tile roofs and it just spelled California to a girl from the Midwest.

  Gloria moved in almost immediately, which wasn't too much of a chore since she didn't have that many possessions, but Eduardo loaned his car again and Mabel had another white-knuckle experience, praying that they both didn't die before they could unpack.