

                            THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW

INTRODUCTION



    THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW was first shown on CBS from 1961-1966. It was
   created by Carl Reiner -- for himself. But after viewing the pilot, he
   wisely decided to cast Van Dyke in the role of Rob Petrie, the head
   writer for "The Alan Brady Show". Reiner later took the role of Alan
   Brady.

   Trivia from the series abounds, because of the huge amount of talent
   involved in the production. Jerry Paris, who played the dentist
   neighbor of the Petries, directed many of the episodes, and went on to
   direct such series as The Odd Couple, Happy Days, and Laverne and
   Shirley among others.

   The show made a star of Van Dyke and his co-star, Mary Tyler Moore,
   who (of course) went on to spectacular success with her own show in
   1970.

   Morey Amsterdam and Rose Marie were vaudeville performers before the
   series, and have done countless guest roles on other series as well.
   Rose Marie was a regular on The Hollywood Squares and The Match Game.

   The show, despite the fact that the entire run was in black-and-white,
   has never left television -- somewhere -- since the shows were made.
   It is now shown on cable's Nickelodeon channel.

   This particular sitcom is unusual in television history, because it
   was one of the first to actually came to a close. In the final
   episode, Rob Petrie's book was published, and he resigned from the
   "Alan Brady Show" to pursue a literary career. [Mary Tyler Moore took
   a similar course when her series concluded, and other more recent
   series, like M*A*S*H, have followed suit.]

   But this story takes place in the middle of the series, in the year
   1963.





   THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW: "Even Alan Brady Can't Do THAT on Television!"






   The lights were out. Laura lay on her side under the covers. She heard
   the bedsprings from the other twin bed in the room, and smiled,
   silently, listening. She heard the small "snaps" as pajama bottoms
   were undone, then felt the slight chill as her covers were lifted, and
   he climbed into her bed behind her.

   She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, and
   reached back, patting his hip. His arms reached around her, caressing
   her breasts through her thin, silky nightie, bringing her nipples to
   full, sensitive erection. He nuzzled her neck, kissing it as his hand
   roamed down her body toward her crotch.

   She moaned softly as his fingers found the warmth of her groin, and
   she parted her knees slightly to allow his fingers to explore further.
   He slipped a fingertip under the edge of her panties, pushing the
   croch of the lacy garment aside, as his fingers explored her outer
   lips.

   She rolled over on her back. He kissed the side of her face, then she
   turned to meet his kiss with her lips, their tongues sliding together.
   As they kissed, she reached down and pushed her panties down on her
   hips, lifting her ass slightly off the bed to allow them to move. She
   raised her knees, and pushed the panties on down her legs, then
   dropped her legs back down to the bed. She kicked the panties off, as
   his fingers began to explore again.

   She reached over, and wrapped her fingers around his engorged penis,
   hard and stiff. She could see in her mind's eye its throbbing, purple
   head, the large veins that ran down the shaft.

   He plunged a finger into her, and she gasped as his thumb found her
   clit, rolling it like a marble in vaseline. She felt her abdomen warm,
   the warmth starting at the tip of her clit, spreading through her
   body.

   She also felt a trickle of moisture that ran from her honey-hole down
   to her asshole.

   He felt it, too. He slid down, kissing her breast through her nightie,
   then pulling himself out of her hand, as he slid down between her
   legs. She lifted her knees, pulling them widely apart, as he applied
   his tongue to her clit; the gentleness of his tongue as compared to
   the roughness of his thumb pleased her, and she moaned softly.

   His fingers were still inside her, and she felt him pressing against
   the sensitive places inside; he knew her body well.

   Her breath quickened, and she arched her back as she felt the first
   tremors of orgasm approach. He held her tightly, pressing his tongue
   against her clit, just barely moving it, until she began to shake.

   She slid into orgasm, her vaginal muscles clasping his fingers, and he
   slid his tongue slowly over her clit as she climaxed.

   She pulled on his head. He slid up her body, his cock seeking the
   warmth and wetness of her vagina. It slid in, stretching her nether
   lips around it, filling her.

   He pushed his full length into her, and she clasped his hips with her
   legs, trying to pull even more of him into her. She felt his pubic
   bone pressing against her clit, and she rolled her hips slightly from
   front to back, rubbing her love-button against him, until she was
   nearly ready to climax again.

   He began to make small strokes, really rocking his hips in opposition
   to her movements, his cock barely moving inside her. Her lips sought
   his.

   As they breathed together, their tongues trying to exchange places,
   she dropped her grip on his hips, and he began to move more freely.

   His strokes became longer, although all he was moving was his pelvis.
   He was pulling almost completely out of her, then plunging deeply
   inside again.

   She was climaxing again, her vagina clasping at his cock as he
   stroked, then she felt him tense up. He pushed fully inside her again,
   and as he ejaculated, she wrapped her legs around him again, holding
   him tightly inside her as he gushed his seed into her happy body.

   They rolled over, still joined at the hips, holding tightly to each
   other.

   "Oh, Rob," she breathed, softly.

   :::

   Rob Petrie was lying on the sofa in the office, his hand covering his
   eyes. Sally Rogers was at the typewriter, her chin leaning on her
   fist. Pacing back and forth across the room was Buddy Rogers, leaning
   forward, his hands knotted behind his back.

   "Now, Alan comes in dressed in a chicken suit..." Rob intoned, hoping
   for some help.

   Mel Cooley stepped in through the open door.

   "...and he runs smack dab into a giant roll-on deodorant," Buddy
   cracked.

   Mel just looked at him, down his nose. He turned to Rob.

   "Sorry, Rob, but there's been a change of plans."

   Rob sat up. "What now, Mel?"

   "Our guest star had an accident on the set of his new movie. We're
   trying to get another guest."

   "Oh, gee, Mel, we already wrote the guest star sketch, tailored just
   to him. What kind of accident?"

   "Well, you know his trademark? Where he jumps off the roof of a
   building onto the back of his horse and rides off?"

   "Yeah..." Rob nodded.

   "Well, the horse backed up. The saddle horn..."

   Rob covered his face with his hands. Buddy fell to the floor, holding
   his groin. Sally sat back in her chair and roared.

   "They say he won't be able to walk for a week, or sit down for longer
   than that." Mel frowned.

   Buddy sat up on the floor. "So who's the guest now? John Wayne? James
   Arness? And who's that guy on 'Rawhide' ... Clint Westwood?"

   "Eastwood, I think," Sally said. "Who's the new guest, Mel?"

   "Gina Broccilucci. She's in New York this Friday only, then has to
   back to Rome right after the show that night."

   Buddy dropped back to the floor with a thud.

   Rob looked up at Mel. "That means the cowboy sketch is competely out,"
   he said, shaking his head.

   "Unless she likes to dress up in leather and pack a gun..." Sally
   said, smiling.

   "Hey, I've seen her in leather," Buddy said.

   "Really?" Sally asked.

   "Yeah," Buddy sat up again. "That movie... The Bondage of Brenda."

   "What was it about?"

   "I don't know; I couldn't keep my eyes on the subtitles." He shook his
   hand as if putting out a match. "She's HOT!"

   Mel looked at him blankly, then turned again to Rob. "Well, Rob, Alan
   expects to have a new script this afternoon."

   "Tell him... tell him we'll have it for him," Rob said, rubbing his
   face.

   "Good." Mel turned on his heel and marched out of the office.



   Rob sighed, puffing out his cheeks. Sally looked at him, and a sly
   smile came across her face.

   "Say," she said, "why don't we put Alan in that movie Buddy was
   talking about?"

   Rob cocked his head. "What's your idea?"

   Sally got up and walked out from behind the desk.

   "Gina walks in," Sally said, taking the role. She steps up to Alan,
   and says something in Italian. We put up subtitles that say, 'Hello,
   sailor!'"

   Buddy joined in, taking on Alan's role. "Then Alan says something in
   that fake Italian he does, and the subtitle says, 'I'm not a sailor,
   but I want to float in your ocean.'"

   Sally turned toward Buddy, and placed a hand on his crotch. "You must
   be a sailor; I can feel your mast."

   Buddy put his hands on her breasts. "Then these must be the beacons."

   Sally pulled her blouse open, revealing her black lace bra. "My
   beacons are flashing. My port is empty."

   Buddy leaned forward, putting his face between her breasts. "My tide
   is rising."

   Sally dropped to the floor, pulling Buddy on top of her. Buddy began
   to dry-hump her, as Sally cried, "My ship has come in!"

   Rob stood up, and stepped over to the hallway door, and pushed it
   closed. He shook his head at the other two, as they stood up and Sally
   began to rebutton her blouse.

   "You know we can't do that on television," Rob said, in a soft voice.

   "Who's talking about television?" Buddy said, raising an eyebrow.
   "It's time for a horny-break."

   Rob shook his head again. "We don't have time for a horny-break. We
   have to get this script ready."

   Sally stepped over and took Rob's arm. "Let's get it over with, Rob.
   You know he doesn't take very long, anyway."

   "It's in my contract," Buddy said.

   Rob threw up his hands. He stepped over to the door, opened it, and
   hung a sign that said "Creating. Do Not Disturb" on the hook under
   their names. He closed the door again, and threw the deadbolt.

   "All right," he said, resignedly. "Horny-break."

   Buddy grinned, as he unfastened his pants and dropped them to the
   floor. His small, erect cock stuck out from the opening in the front
   of his boxer shorts.

   "So," smiled Sally, "what is it to be?"

   "Doggie-style, on the coffee table," Buddy said, quickly.

   Sally nodded. She unbuttoned her skirt, and slipped it off, hanging it
   neatly over her desk. She reached up under her slip, and pulled down
   her white silk panties, stepping out of them. She hoisted up her slip,
   revealing her white-skinned ass. She held her slip up around her
   waist, as she turned and walked over to the coffee table.

   Rob looked at her as she turned, noting that she had shaved her pubic
   hair into the shape of a heart. He smiled, and Sally smiled back as
   she glanced down at herself.

   "I think I should dye it red," she grinned.

   She knelt down beside the coffee table, and leaned over it, pushing
   her ass high up into the air.

   Buddy slid in behind her, and with one hand, guided his cockhead to
   the entrance to her vagina. Positioned, he placed a hand on each side
   of her hips, and pressed forward.

   Sally gasped as he entered her, initial pain followed by instant
   pleasure, as he began slow, measured strokes. She began to press back
   against his hips as he moved, trying to get him to stroke deeper, to
   press against her clit.

   Buddy gasped, and he pressed forward suddenly, his cock jerking with
   his orgasm, filling Sally's pussy with his spunk. He pulled out, and
   stumbled over to a chair, collapsing on it.

   Sally dropped her hips down, and sat back on her heels. She looked
   over at Buddy for a moment, then at Rob.

   "Are you sure you won't let me do you this time?" she asked.

   Rob shook his head. Sally stood up, and took a tissue from a box on
   her desk. She turned her back on the two men, raised her slip again
   and wiped herself, then put her panties and skirt back on again.

   Rob tossed Buddy's pants over to him. He put them on, slowly.

   "Are you two done now?" Rob asked. "Can we get back to work?"

   The other two writers nodded. Rob returned to the door, opened it and
   took down the "Creating" sign, and went back to the sofa. He lay down,
   his hand on his head. Sally moved back around her desk to the
   typewriter, and put her head on her hand, resting the elbow on the
   desk. Buddy began pacing... their thinking positions.

   "So Alan walks in, dressed in a chicken suit..." Rob said.

   :::

   "Hi, Honey," Rob said, stepping into the kitchen through the back
   door.

   Laura leaned forward, and Rob kissed her.

   "Richie's staying all night at his friend Billy's," Laura grinned. "We
   have the evening all to ourselves."

   "Good," nodded Rob. "Let's go to the movies."

   "Oh, Rob," Laura said.

   "Actually," Rob said, dipping a finger into a saucepan on the stove,
   "it's sort of work-related. Our guest star this week got changed, and
   I've never seen anything she's done."

   Laura nodded. "Okay, Now get cleaned up. Supper's ready.

   :::

   Rob and Laura drove up to the parking lot beside the theater. Laura
   looked up at the marquee. "The Bondage of Brenda?" she asked.

   Rob shrugged. "It's a foreign film. Subtitled."

   He parked the car, then stepped around the back to her door and opened
   it. Laura stepped out, and they walked together to the ticket booth.
   Laura pulled her short jacket close around her, as a chilly November
   breeze blew past. He bought their tickets and they stepped through the
   door.

   "Is it going to rain?" Laura asked, turning toward Rob.

   "I don't think so, why?"

   "A lot of the men in here are wearing raincoats."

   Rob frowned and looked around. Sure enough, several of the men in the
   lobby were wearing raincoats or trenchcoats. He shrugged it off, and
   stepped up to the refreshment counter.

   "I'd like two small popcorns and two small Cokes, please," he said.

   "We don't got small popcorn," the pimple-faced girl behind the counter
   frowned. "We got large, extra-large, and tubs".

   "Okay. I'll take two large popcorns and two small Cokes."

   "The drinks are large, jumbo and super."

   Rob sighed. "All right, two large popcorn and two large Cokes."

   "No Coke, just Pepsi."

   "Pepsis, then."

   She set his order on the counter. "That'll be six-fifty."

   Rob was stunned. "The tickets were just four dollars."

   The girl shrugged. Rob put the money on the counter, and handed Laura
   a drink and popcorn. He picked up the rest, and they walked into the
   auditorium.

   Rob found a couple of seats down midway, and they sat down. Almost
   immediately, the lights in the theater lowered, and the movie began.

   Rob winced as he saw the movie start; the print was scratched, dirty,
   and the projector needed focusing.

   He held Laura's hand, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

   He pointed out Gina Broccilucci when she appeared on the screen.
   "That's our guest star."

   The plotline was thin, and moved slowly, until in the second reel,
   Gina's character walked naked onto the screen.

   Laura gasped. The girl on the screen was completely naked, and they
   were even showing her pubic hair!

   "What kind of movie is this?" she whispered.

   "Shhh," Rob hushed her. "If it gets too bad, we'll leave."

   Laura nodded.

   The girl on the screen was grabbed, roughly. Two men began to fondle
   her body, pushing her up against a wall. Her hands and feet were
   manacled to the wall.

   The camera panned down her body, giving the audience a full-screen
   closeup of her face, her breasts, her navel, her pubic area.

   Laura watched, fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The two men
   on the screen began to suck at her breasts, pawing at her body. Then
   one of them dropped his pants. The camera watched from behind as he
   apparently put his penis into her.

   She watched the girl's face; despite her protests, she could see that
   the girl was enjoying herself.

   Laura glanced up at Rob's face. He was watching, intent, his jaw
   dropped open. She casually leaned on him, dropping her free hand into
   his lap.

   She edged it toward his crotch, and felt a familiar bulge. Rob was
   enjoying the movie; his cock was hard.

   She glanced around the theater; there were very few women in the
   audience. The men in the audience around her had apparently come
   alone, each were sitting with gaps of seats between them.

   Laura put her attention back to the screen. The second man had taken
   the first one's place. Laura watched the man's naked ass contract and
   relax as he screwed the bound young woman.

   Laura pressed her hand against Rob's cock through his pants. He looked
   down at her, then around them. Could anyone see them?

   He held his popcorn cup on the leg opposite Laura, blocking -- he
   hoped -- view of Laura's wandering hand.

   Laura slipped her hand up to his zipper, pulling it down, slowly and
   quietly. She slid her hand into his open fly, and through the opening
   in the front of his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his
   stiffening cock.

   The movie screen was darkened; there were scenes of a dungeon-like
   room, Gina's character was lost in a maze, apparently.

   Laura took advantage of the darkened scene, to pull Rob's cock out of
   his pants. Using her thumb, she massaged the head of his cock. Rob
   moaned.

   She glanced at the screen. The Gina-character was still wandering
   around naked in the dark. Laura glanced behind her. There were only a
   few men scattered behind her, their faces upturned to the screen.

   Laura slipped down in her seat, leaning over Rob's lap. She extended
   her tongue, and touched the head of his cock.

   Rob jumped as he felt her tongue. He glanced down, then to left and
   right. Nobody watching. He felt her lips sliding down his shaft and
   the warmth of her mouth on his cock.

   She rolled her tongue around his cockhead. She could feel his body
   stiffening. She redoubled her movements, until with a gentle grunt, he
   came, filling her mouth with semen. She sucked gently until he stopped
   spurting, then swallowed.

   She tucked his deflating penis back into his pants. She strugled a
   moment with his zipper, until he reached down and pulled it closed
   himself.

   She raised back up in her seat, and lay her head on his shoulder
   again, just as the picture on the screen became brighter again.



   They sat there as the film unreeled... Gina tied naked to a wheel,
   Gina tied ass-up over a sawhorse, Gina tied face down on a table...
   all the while, the two men pawing her body, filling the screen with
   simulated sex. At least Laura thought it was simulated...

   The movie ended. Laura thought she heard the sounds of zippers being
   pulled up all around the auditorium, but she must have been mistaken.

   :::

   Rob turned out the light. Laura waited to hear his bedsprings creak as
   he climbed into bed. She got up, shrugged out of her nightie, and
   stepped across the short space beteen their beds. She slipped under
   his covers and into his arms.

   They cuddled and kissed, and Laura's hand slipped down to his penis,
   hard and hot, standing away from his body. She unsnapped his pajama
   bottoms, freeing his cock from all restraints.

   She straddled his body, leaning forward to brush her taut nipples
   across his chest. She reached back, grasping his penis, guiding it to
   the entrance to her vagina.

   When she felt his cockhead between her nether lips, she pushed back,
   impaling herself on him.

   Rob moaned as his shaft slid into her slippery channel. Laura sat back
   on him, pushing herself down on his cock, squeezing it inside her
   lovenest. Rob reached up with both hands, and placed one on each of
   her breasts, the hard nipples pressing against his palms.

   She began to move slowly in small circles, rubbing her clit against
   his pubic bone, while he pinched and diddled her nipples with his
   fingers. She felt warmth spread from her groin in all directions, as
   she neared orgasm.

   She arched her back, throwing back her dark-haired head, gasping as
   contractions began in her pussy, squeezing Rob's cock inside her,
   shaking her body.

   She fell forward, putting her head under Rob's chin. Rob held her
   tightly, and they rolled over. Laura was now on her back, and Rob
   began to move his hips, drawing his thick cock in and out of her
   dripping pussy.

   Laura began to move with him, meeting his thrusts with a pelvic tilt,
   squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles, until Rob was breathing
   hard. She felt his body tighten, and she wrapped her legs around his
   hips, holding him deep inside her, as his contractions began, filling
   her cunt with his white spunk.

   She fell asleep on his chest, his cock still inside her.

   :::

   Buddy was pacing back and forth across the office floor. Rob walked in
   and hung his hat on the hatrack. He stepped over to the sofa, and sat
   down, watching Buddy pace.

   Buddy's face was a sea of emotion. He was obviously thinking
   furiously, acting out several roles in his head. Rob knew better than
   to interrupt it; some of their best sketches had come from just such
   stormy pacing.

   Buddy stopped, turned on his heel, and faced Rob. "I've got it," he
   said, "I've got the Gina Broccilucci sketch."

   He dashed over to the typewriter, and began to hunt-and-peck, his
   fingers moving in a blur.

   Rob stood behind him, reading over his shoulder. "This is good," he
   said, grinning. "This is good..."

   :::

   Mel Cooley was smiling. It wasn't often that he smiled, especially
   this time of day. Usually, his brother-in-law, Alan Brady had raked
   him over the coals over some small trivial mistake. But this time,
   Alan had been in a good mood.

   The script for the guest star spot WAS excellent, he agreed, smiling
   again to himself as he walked down the hall to the writer's office.

   He stepped up to the door, expecting to find it open, as it usually
   was. But it was closed. A small sign hung from a hook on the outside
   of the door. "Creating. Do Not Disturb."

   A small frown wrinkled Mel's brow. How dare they? Lock me out?

   He listened; he could hear muffled voices, and a strange, creaking
   noise. He turned the knob. The door was unlocked.

   Slowly, he opened the door, and peeked inside.

   Aghast, he let the door open fully. "What is the meaning of this?" he
   bellowed.

   Buddy looked up at him. He was lying on the coffee table, his trousers
   in a wad around his feet. Sally was straddling him, riding his hips
   like a hobbyhorse.

   "Hiya, Baldy," Buddy grinned.

   Rob rushed around behind Mel and closed the door. "It's a
   horny-break," Rob explained.

   "A WHAT?"

   "Its in my contract," Buddy grinned. "Look it up."

   Sally turned and looked at Mel. "Come over here, Mel."

   Mel was so flustered, he fell into an old habit. He did what he was
   told.

   He stepped hesitantly up to Sally, who grabbed him by the belt. She
   unzipped his trousers quickly, and plunged her hand inside. Her eyes
   lighted up.

   "My gosh, Mel," she smiled at him. "Why have you been hiding this
   monster?"

   She pulled his penis out through his fly. Still flaccid, it was eight
   inches long.

   Sally leaned over, drawing the tip of his penis between her lips,
   sucking gently.

   Mel closed his eyes, unable to protest. His penis began to expand,
   growing to its full erect length. Sally sat still on Buddy's cock,
   wrapped both hands around Mel's shaft, and still had space to move her
   mouth up and down on Mel's cockhead.

   Buddy, trapped under Sally, and astonished at the size of Mel's
   massive organ, fell silent.

   Rob stood and watched, a bulge starting to show in the front of his
   pants.

   Sally continued to work on Mel's cock, moving her mouth over his
   cockhead, swirling her tongue around the purple mushroom. She began to
   move again on Buddy's cock, suddenly a little inadequate for her
   needs.

   Buddy tensed, and he came with a grunt.

   Sally lifted herself off Buddy's cock, and without letting go of Mel's
   penis, she moved to the floor. She removed her mouth from Mel's
   cockhead, lay down on the floor, pulling Mel down with her.

   She guided Mel's penis to the entrance to her pussy. Mel, lost in
   confusion, followed her unspoken instructions, and pushed his cock
   deep inside her.

   "Oh, yes!" Sally cried. "Fill me up!"

   Mel began to stroke, his huge cock sliding in almost to the hilt, then
   back out again, leaving just the head inside her, then again, and
   again.

   Sally began to croon, and suddenly, her back arched, and she gasped,
   "Oh...my....God!" Her body convulsed, heaving on the floor. Mel
   grunted, and he climaxed, his semen mixing with Buddy's in Sally's
   pussy.

   Rob had opened his pants, and was stroking his penis, slowly.

   Mel rolled off Sally's body, and curled up in a fetal position on the
   floor. Sally sat up, breathing heavily. She looked up at Rob, a
   question in her face.

   Rob nodded.

   Wordlessly, Sally crawled over to Rob on her knees, and took hold of
   Rob's penis, sliding it into her mouth, her tongue working furiously
   over its knobbed head.

   It didn't take much of this; Rob's semen burst from him, coating the
   back of Sally's mouth.

   He pulled back, she sat back on her heels. Rob collapsed on the sofa.

   Sally looked around at the exhausted men around her, then clasped her
   hands over her head, in a boxer's victory salute.

   :::

   It was quiet in New Rochelle. Laura wiped the kitchen table again,
   even though she had just done it.

   She was waiting, and she was bored. Millie had called her a few
   minutes ago, asking if she could "borrow" her clothes dryer.

   She sat at the kitchen table, then remembered her coffee. She got up
   and retrieved it from the counter, then sat at the table again. She
   drummed her fingers impatiently.

   The tap on the back door was faint. Laura got up and opened the screen
   door, letting Millie and her laundry basket in.

   "Thanks, Laura," Millie said, loading her laundry into the dryer.
   "Jerry said he was going to fix ours, but he's only good at fixing
   teeth."

   "Coffee?" Laura asked.

   Millie nodded.

   Laura went back to the kitchen and poured herself another cup, and one
   for Millie.

   Millie dropped into a chair at the dinette. Laura set the coffee cup
   in front of her.

   "So, where'd you go last night?"

   "Rob and I went to the movies." Laura sat down.

   "Really? What did you see?"

   "Bondage of ... someone or other," Laura said.

   "Oooooh," Millie said. "Bondage of Brenda? Hot stuff!"

   Laura blushed. "Have you seen it?"

   "No," Millie laughed. "But I've heard about it. It's banned in Boston,
   y'know?"

   Laura shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it."

   "So how come? Rob get a yen for dirty movies?"

   "The star is guesting on Alan Brady's show this week."

   "Oh. Learn anything?"

   Laura blushed again. "There were things in there I've never seen
   before. Not even dreamed about."

   "Like what?"

   "Like they kept tying her up... and then there was a scene where these
   two women..."

   "Yeah? Two women? What'd they do?"

   Laura was flustered. "Oh, Millie..."

   "Did they do this?" Millie reached across, and pressed her hand
   against Laura's breast.

   Laura's eyes widened, and she looked into Millie's eyes.

   Millie got up and moved behind Laura's chair. "Or this?" she said,
   reaching down with both hands, cupping Laura's breasts. She began to
   squeeze gently, massaging them. She felt Laura's nipples begin to
   stiffen under her bra.

   Laura looked up, a puzzled expression on her face. Millie bent down
   and kissed her lips lightly.

   "Millie... " Laura said, softly, "What are you doing?"

   Millie's fingers moved to the buttons on Laura's blouse, undoing them
   quickly. She slipped her hands inside Laura's blouse, her fingers
   moving under her bra.

   "Millie, I..."

   "Shhh," Millie touched Laura's lips with an index finger.

   Millie pulled Laura's bra up, over her breasts. She took Laura's
   nipples between her fingers, twirling them to full erection. She
   leaned forward again to kiss Laura's lips.

   Millie slid her tongue through her lips, tickling Laura's until they
   parted, involuntarily. Their tongues met in Laura's mouth, a spark,
   like electricity, passing between them.

   They kissed for a long moment, then Millie moved around Laura's chair.
   She pushed Laura's blouse over her shoulders, and Laura reached behind
   her to unfasten her bra. She shrugged out of it.

   Millie knelt down on the tiled kitchen floor, leaned forward, and took
   Laura's nipples each by each between her lips, tickling their tips
   with her tongue.

   Laura pushed her chair back and stood up. She took Millie's hand, and
   pulled her to her feet.

   She led Millie out of the kitchen, through the living room and into
   her bedroom.

   Millie pulled off her blouse and capri pants. Laura was somewhat
   surprised that Millie wore no bra. Laura unfastened her slacks, and
   Millie pushed them down over her hips, taking her panties with them,
   so that Laura now stood before her naked.

   Millie stayed crouched as Laura stepped out of her pantlegs, her face
   at a level with Laura's dark-furred mound. She reached forward, caught
   Laura's hips, and held them still while she pressed her nose into the
   fur.

   Laura gasped as Millie's hands moved around her hips, taking hold of
   her asscheeks. Millie moved her mouth down, extending her tongue to
   barely touch the deep groove between Laura's legs.

   Laura moved toward her bed, sitting on the edge, as Millie crawled on
   her knees following the dark patch of fur. She remained kneeling on
   the floor, as Laura opened her knees, and leaned back on the bed.

   Millie moved forward, pressing her mouth against the button of Laura's
   clit. She brushed it with her tongue, as Laura let out a soft, deep
   moan.

   Laura fell back onto the bed, and lifted her legs, opening herself
   more completely to Millie's probing tongue. Millie put her hand up
   under her chin, her fingertips exploring Laura's nether lips, waiting
   for her to let go, for her "flower" to bloom.

   And bloom it did. As Millie tickled Laura's clit with the tip of her
   tongue, Laura's pussy opened, releasing the sweet musky scent of ripe
   woman. Millie slid a finger inside her.

   Laura sighed. Her body was responding to Millie's touch much as it did
   to Rob's. When she had seen this in the movie last night, she thought
   it would feel so weird, so strange... but this -- this was nice. Very
   nice.

   Millie slipped a second finger into Laura's pussy.

   Laura's body began to quiver. Laura reached down, holding Millie's
   head still, trapping it in the position it was now in -- her lips
   around Laura's clit, her tongue caressing it.

   Millie pressed up with her fingers, and Laura jerked, her pussy
   clamping around Millie's fingers, her body shaking with the force of
   her orgasm.

   When her shaking slowed, Millie licked her way up Laura's body, until
   she reached Laura's mouth.

   Laura hesitated a moment at the scent of her own juices on Millie's
   face and mouth, but only a moment. She opened her mouth to Millie's
   probing tongue, the two oral organs dancing in the space inside their
   mouths.

   Laura pushed Millie over onto her back, her hands seeking Millies
   smaller, but very responsive breasts. She broke the kiss, moving her
   mouth quickly to Millie's nipples, sucking gently on the dark-hued
   nubbins until Millie began to moan.

   She moved down to Millie's sparsely-haired mound -- did she shave it?
   Millie parted her legs, and Laura got her first good, close-up look of
   another woman's engorged cunt. Millie's clit was fairly large, peeking
   out from between the thick lips of her pussy. Laura tongued it
   tenatively.

   "Yes," Millie whispered. "That's it..."

   Laura pressed forward, pressing her lips around Millie's clit, rolling
   it with her tongue. It was almost like sucking Rob's cock...but much
   smaller of course, she thought, smiling inwardly.

   She moved a hand up, parting Millie's cuntlips, sliding a finger, then
   two inside her, while she continued to stroke the clit with her
   tongue.

   Millie's pussy was very warm, and it exuded a musky scent Laura had
   smelled only on herself after a long lovemaking session with Rob. She
   felt Millie's body tense up under her, Millie's back arching slightly.


   Laura's mind came quickly back to the present. She began to move her
   fingers in and out of Millie's pussy, slippery with her juices.

   "Oh," Millie whispered. "Oh! OH!"

   She began to shiver, a wave of orgasm sweeping through her. She
   squeezed Laura's fingers with her vaginal muscles, then pushed Laura's
   face away from her groin.

   Laura moved up and lay beside her. Millie wrapped her arms around
   Laura, pulling her close. They lay quietly, until they heard the
   buzzer sound on the dryer.

   :::

   Alan Brady flashed his trademark grin at himself in the mirror, then
   frowned, reached up and snatched the toupee from his head. He put it
   on one of several wig blocks in front of him, and picked up another
   one.

   Arranging it on his head, he smiled at the mirror again. He nodded.
   That's the one.

   He leaned back in his chair. "MEL!"

   Nobody answered. He pushed a button on his intercom. "MEL!"

   No response.

   Alan got up from his desk and walked to the door of his office. "MEL!"
   he shouted down the hallway.

   He stomped out the door and down the hall, to the receptionist's desk.
   "Marge, have you seen Mel?"

   "I think he went down to the Writers' office, Mr. Brady."

   Alan stomped down the hallway toward the Writers' office. The door was
   open. He stepped inside. Mel was sitting on the sofa, a cup of coffee
   in one hand, a cigarette in the other.

   "Mel, have you lost your mind, or your hearing?" Alan asked. He paused
   a moment "...or your job?"

   "Take it easy on Mel, Alan," Sally said, softly. "He's just been
   Sallied."

   "Sallied?"

   "Exactly." Sally motioned to Rob, who rehung the sign, and locked the
   door.

   Sally slipped a hand down to Alan's crotch. "Ooooh," she cooed, "I
   think Alan's as well-equipped as he's rumored to be!"

   She knelt down in front of Alan, unzipped his trousers and fished
   inside. She brought out his penis, seven inches of limp meat.

   Sally took his cock into her mouth, working it with her tongue. Alan
   paused only a moment before he grasped her head. Rob watched,
   fascinated, as Alan's love gun expanded, growing to its full size, a
   monster cock.

   She took more of him into her mouth, but she 'bottomed out' before she
   could take him completely in. The other men watched as she took a deep
   breath, then pushed herself further down Alan's shaft. Her throat
   expanded as his cock entered it.

   "My gosh," Buddy said, "look at that!"

   She held him deep in her throat for a long moment, her nose buried in
   his pubic hair, then released him, gasping for breath.

   She pulled back, and dropped to the floor, pulling Alan down on top of
   her. His cock slid into her pussy, as she wrapped her legs around his
   hips, pulling him into her until his huge cock was buried deep inside
   her.

   He began to move, slowly at first, pushing deep inside her, then
   pulling almost all the way out, then back in again. As he continued,
   he sped up, with Sally meeting his movements.

   Rob and Buddy leaned forward for a better view, as Sally began to
   shiver, then together, Sally and Alan gasped. Sally's pussy grabbed at
   Alan's cock as he began to spurt inside her.

   "Oh! Oh!" Sally gasped. She sighed heavily, as Alan rolled off of her,
   his deflating monster flopping out of his trousers.

   Mel lit another cigarette, and handed it to Alan.

   "Sallied..." whispered Alan.

   :::

   Gina Broccilucci was as lovely in person as she had been in the
   movies. Rob gulped as she passed him in the hallway, nodding to her in
   greeting.

   She walked on down the hallway a few steps, then turned. "You!"

   Rob turned.

   "You... You are Robert Petrie, are you not?" she asked.

   Rob nodded.

   "You are head writer?"

   He nodded again.

   "Good. I want to talk to you about this." She held out a copy of the
   script.

   "Is there something wrong with it?"

   "There is nothing wrong," she whispered, huskily. She stepped up to
   him, then reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed
   her lips against his.

   Rob held back; she smelled of perfume and cigarette smoke and... musk?
   She presed harder against him, her soft breasts pressing against his
   chest. She could not be wearing a bra.

   Slowly, his arms wrapped around her body, as her tongue darted out of
   her mouth, tickling his lips.

   His lips parted slightly and her tongue darted between them.

   After a moment she broke the kiss. "Where is your office?"



   Buddy and Sally had gone out for lunch. The office was empty. He led
   Gina inside, nervously. Gina closed the door behind them.

   "Does this door lock?" she asked.

   Rob pushed the deadbolt closed, and Gina was all over him again. One
   arm around his neck, the other clasped around one asscheek. Her lips
   pressed again against his, and he responded, holding her close.

   They inched over toward the sofa. Gina broke the kiss, and sat down,
   pulling her skirt up over her knees.

   Rob sat down, nervously, beside her.

   "I want to rehearse the script," she said. She lay back on the sofa,
   lifting and parting her knees. She wore nothing under the skirt.

   Rob gazed at the dark pubic hair and wet pussy below.

   "Rehearse?" he said.

   "Fuck with me," she said, smiling.

   Her hand reached up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him toward her.
   He fell forward, pushing his face into her bosom.

   "Ah," she said, laughing softly, "You are boobie-man."

   She opened her low-cut blouse, freeing the soft globes beneath. She
   pressed Rob's face against one, and he could not help but take the
   massive nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently.

   "Mmmmmm," Gina moaned. "Now fuck with me."

   Rob's cock was taut, aching. He reached down and unfastened his
   trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His penis sprang
   forth.

   Gina wrapped her fingers around it. "Big. I like big."

   She pulled it toward her, and Rob shifted his position until he was
   lying atop her. His cock slid deep into her, and she began to pulse,
   rocking her pelvis forward and back, drawing his hefty member into and
   out of her.

   He began to move with her, each stroke becoming deeper, until she
   moaned softly with each stroke. Her head tilted back; she breathed
   deeply, her eyes closed into mere slits, her mouth open, soft and
   submissive.

   He was nearing orgasm; he fought against it, wanting her to come
   first, then she shuddered and gasped.

   She held her breath as her cunt squeezed Rob's cock, and he
   ejaculated, driving his cock deep inside her.

   They lay together on the sofa, gasping.

   Rob heard the doorknob turn, then there was a banging on the door.

   "Rob, are you in there?" Buddy's voice.

   Rob scrambled to his feet and pulled his trousers back up. Gina slowly
   buttoned up her blouse, a sly, knowing smile on her face.

   Bang bang bang. Sally's voice came through the door, "Rob, are you all
   right?"

   Rob glanced over at Gina. She was again "decent", her skirt pulled
   down over her knees again. He ran a hand over his hair, stepped over
   to the door and pulled back the deadbolt.

   Buddy and Sally entered.

   "What's going on?" Buddy asked.

   "Just a little script conference," Rob said, fumbling with his tie.
   "Have you met our guest star this week, Gina Broccilucci?"

   Gina stood up, and smiling at Rob, she picked up her script. "I think
   it is fine just the way it is, Mr. Petrie."

   "Pleased to meet you," Sally and Buddy said, together.

   Gina walked out of the office, her hips swaying sexily from side to
   side.

   Buddy stared after her, and at the empty doorway for a long moment.

   Finally, he clapped his hands to his head, and shouted "Horny-break!"

   :::

   Buddy was just finishing, as the doorknob turned, and there was a
   banging on the door.

   Buddy zipped up hurredly, and Sally dropped her skirt back down around
   her legs, as she got up from her desk.

   Rob opened the door. There stood Mel, a sad expression on his face,
   and a tear in his eye.

   "What's the matter, Mel?" Buddy wisecracked. "Alan kick you in the ass
   again?"

   "Rob... Sally... Buddy..." Mel sniffed. He seemed on the verge of
   tears. "Something terrible has happened."

   Rob led Mel into the office, and directed him to a chair. Mel pulled a
   handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his nose. Then he took off
   his glasses and dabbed his eyes.

   Sally was suddenly concerned; she had never seen Mel like this, even
   when Alan had fired him.

   "The show tonight is cancelled," Mel continued. "Out of respect
   for..." He blew his nose noisily into his handkerchief. "And it was
   such a good script, too."

   "Mel, what happened?" Sally insisted.

   "Today, in Dallas, President Kennedy was shot and killed."

   Stunned, Rob sank into the sofa and Sally sat back on the edge of her
   desk. Buddy fell to the floor.

   :::

   The End
