HOLLYWOOD STRUGGLES
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. The names of the characters are real, and were used without permission. The sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by young actresses engaging in lesbian sex, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
17-year-old Candy Moore had for some time seen the writing on the wall. After two seasons playing Chris Carmichael, the teenage daughter of Lucille Ball's character on The Lucy Show, Candy noticed that she was increasingly being left out of episodes in season three.
In 1964, the pretty, vivacious blonde was abruptly informed that Miss Ball was planning to revamp the series in season four. Candy, Vivian Vance, and co-stars, Jimmy Garrett, and Ralph Hart would no longer be part of the series. It was mentioned late in season three that Chris was attending college in California, never to be heard from again.
Candy was disappointed. Her load of fan mail proved to her that he she was a popular character among teenagers. What more did Lucy want from her, she wondered? She felt that she was an important contributor to the popular television sitcom.
Starting her Hollywood career while on the cusp of becoming a teenager, the budding beauty had managed to secure guest-starring and recurring roles on Leave it to Beaver, Wagon Train, My Three Sons, Bachelor Father, The Donna Reed Show, and others.
Typically, she played the attractive, fresh-faced, sometime tomboy, teenage ingenue who beguiled young male characters like Wally Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver, and Jeff Stone from the Donna Reed Show. Candy's growing resume led to her selection as Chris on The Lucy Show in 1962, which with its famous leading lady, was almost guaranteed to be a hit.
A little more than two years later, Candy was out of work. Expecting that the phone would continue to ring as it had done before, her agent had to explain that she was at that awkward age that some former child actresses would find themselves in -- Too physically mature to continue to play the virginal high school love interest, and too young and innocent-looking to play a mature romantic lead. Hayley Mills would later find herself in a similar situation. Her solution was to do a shocking topless scene at the age of 19 in the British film, The Family Way.
With no episodes of The Lucy Show to film, Candy embarked on a series of interviews and auditions. She would lose role after role to other actresses. Often seen at the cattle calls was a familiar face to Candy. Cheryl Holdridge was often cast as a similar "type" to Candy. Both girls were petite blondes with pretty faces, toothy smiles, and full, perky, bubble-butts.
Cheryl was three years older than Candy, but was still often considered for teenage roles. Cheryl had started on television as a flat-chested 12-year-old on the Mickey Mouse Club. Her blonde good looks and "million-dollar smile" rivaled Annette Funicello's darker, Mediterranean appearance. Male audiences had enjoyed watching their young, teenage breasts grow inside their Mouseketeer sweaters.
After the Mickey Mouse Club ended in 1958, Cheryl attended Van Nuys High School, and was quickly booked for shows like The Eve Arden Show, Leave it to Beaver, Bachelor Father, The Donna Reed Show, and My Three Sons. Candy appeared in many of these same television series at a similar period in time.
Cheryl had won the role of Betty in a pilot for a series entitled Life with Archie, but disappointingly the series was not picked up by any network.
1963 had been a slow year for Cheryl, but 1964 was picking up noticeably. The 20-year-old actress was starting to get roles as the pretty, jailbait, young adult / college girl. In those days, the term applied to unmarried women under the age of 21. Cheryl often played the flirtatious young female that strong men somehow found the willpower to resist from bedding.
At the same time that her acting career began to pick up again, Cheryl had begun dating handsome, playboy race car driver, Lance Reventlow, heir to the Woolworth fortune.
Not yet engaged to Reventlow, Cheryl invited Candy to share her two-bedroom Hollywood apartment. With no immediate source of income, and relying upon her savings, Candy gratefully accepted Cheryl's cost-saving invitation.
Cheryl had developed a reputation in Hollywood for being `fast." She had very publicly been involved with Elvis Presley, Ricky Nelson, Don Grady, Bobby Rydell, and Fabian, among others. No one could be sure if she had slept with all of those men, nevertheless she was considered at minimum a "serial dater" before meeting Reventlow.
At 17, still-naïve Candy was introduced to a world of famous older men, and over-the-top Hollywood parties. Even though a teenager, Candy had been hit upon by powerful men in a quid pro quo arrangement for a plum movie or television role. She had lost some roles, but she had managed to keep her virginity intact, although she had the same sexual urges as other girls her age.
Both girls wore similarly-sized clothes, and looked almost like sisters when they were together. Candy would often borrow a more mature gown from Cheryl before heading out for the evening. Despite being a teenager, Candy was escorted by Peter Fonda to see the Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl, and even dated Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys for a short period of time. Both men wanted more from the pretty blonde actress than she was willing to deliver at the time.
Cheryl came back to their joint apartment one day to excitedly tell Candy that they had been invited to a party at the home of the famous actress, Joan Crawford. Crawford was nearly 60-years-old. Her late husband was Pepsi Cola president, Alfred Steele. Following his death, Crawford had been appointed to the board of directors, and toured the country promoting Pepsi products.
Candy was excited to meet the Hollywood legend. She had met several of the "old guard" who were friends with Lucille Ball, but her contact was usually limited to a very brief introduction.
With Reventlow in New York, Candy and Cheryl opted to go together unescorted to the Beverly Hills party.
The party was elegant, and featured the finest hors d' oeuvres and free-flowing champagne. The guests, predictably, were 30 to 40 years older than the 17-year-old actress. To calm her fears in the unfamiliar setting, the shy teenager drank more champagne than she should have.
The guests were mainly industry people, but the only stars that Candy immediately recognized were Cesar Romero and Myrna Loy. Suddenly, as if lit by a spotlight, the once-glamorous movie star descended from her staircase. Still slender, Miss Crawford wore a French-made designer dress. She was quickly surrounded by a group of tittering sycophants.
Candy stood mesmerized as the Academy Award-winning actress circled the room greeting her guests. The wealthy woman stopped when she came to Candy. Unfamiliar with the petite, pretty blonde, Joan extended her hand for a friendly greeting. Before she could speak, Candy politely said, "I'm Candy Moore. I'm honored to be here." Adding, "I was a regular on The Lucy Show." Crawford's face remained stoic. She had little love for the much-richer Lucille Ball, owner of Desilu Studios, but she skillfully hid her feelings from the pretty, young girl.
"I'm Joan Crawford," the movie star unnecessarily informed Candy. "I'm delighted that you could be here tonight." The famous actress nodded to a servant who handed Candy another glass of champagne.
Rather than moving along, Joan stayed to talk with Candy, feigning interest in her career. "What are you working on now?" She asked. Candy could feel her embarrassment when she related, "I'm up for a lot of things, but I haven't nailed down anything new just yet."
The seasoned actress displayed her surprise. "I'm sure a pretty girl like you will soon be in high demand." The compliment caused Candy to display her wide smile."
Miss Crawford continued: "I still have a lot of friends in this business, and I'd be happy to make some phone calls on your behalf. Why don't we go somewhere to talk about it?" For some reason, Candy was innately hesitant to leave the main room of the party, and looked for Cheryl. The flirty 20-year-old was on the other side of the large room, surrounded by a bevy of attentive men of varying ages.
A servant came by with another tray of champagne, and Miss Crawford and Candy each took another glass as they adjourned to another room.
Joan Crawford's elegant study was furnished in the finest of woods. A small antique desk was placed in one corner, presumably for her correspondence and work with Pepsi. Memorabilia from her extensive film career tastefully adorned her walls, and a couch and two hard chairs completed the large room.
Candy was admittedly feeling a little tipsy and overwhelmed by her surroundings when she accepted Miss Crawford's invitation to sit on the plush, ornate couch. The older actress dimmed the lighting before she sat on the couch next to the beautiful 17-year-old.
"My eyes aren't what they used to be," Miss Crawford explained. The bright lights bother me," she said with a pasted-on smile. Now sitting just inches away from the young actress, Candy noticed that the older woman's makeup appeared to be almost painted on. Miss Crawford's trademark thick, dark eyebrows gave her an almost ghoulish appearance in the dim light.
Gently touching Candy's thigh, the Hollywood legend again declared her desire to help Candy with her career. Throughout the 1930's, 40's, and 50's, the predatory lesbian had used a similar technique to seduce similar wide-eyed, aspiring young actresses eager to get a leg up in Hollywood.
"So, Candy, tell me about some of the roles that you're up for, and the people that you're working with?" Candy rattled off a list of her recent callbacks, even the ones that she knew that she wasn't going to get.
Miss Crawford pretended to listen to the list of television shows and sitcoms that Candy listed. The older actress considered television a blasphemy, and a cheap imitation of the film industry that she had once starred in.
Candy hadn't noticed it, but Miss Crawford had a chilled bottle of champagne within arms-reach, and continued to fill Candy's glass, as she had done with so many pretty young girls before her.
Promising to help, and assuring the blonde 17-year-old that she would soon one day be a big star, Miss Crawford placed her arm around the teenager's slender, tan shoulder, and surprised Candy with a closed-mouth kiss.
Candy was so startled that she didn't initially resist until the older actress's probing, claw-like hand descended beneath the top of her strapless dress, greedily clutching her braless teen boobs. "Don't fight it, I can make you a star!" Miss Crawford stated. Buzzed from the champagne, the older actress began to resemble a female vampire to Candy as she tried to fight off the actress's busy hands.
Miss Crawford was unwilling to let go of the young actress, and Candy had to struggle to get loose. Standing up, Candy blearily looked down at the still-sitting Hollywood legend who seemed unmoved by the distress of the young actress. Candy embarrassedly lifted the top of her dress to cover her exposed B-cup boobs before fleeing from the room.
The older actress poured herself another glass of champagne. She had been down this road before. Sometimes she was turned down -- Sometimes she was eating young pussy by this time. It was all part of the game.
Hurriedly returning to the party, a frazzled-looking Candy began looking for Cheryl. Cesar Romero recognized the look on Candy's face. Cesar was a familiar guest at these parties. While Joan was busy seducing young actresses and models, Cesar was picking up on young, handsome, and often naïve young men and boys for his own homosexual devices.
Finding her friend, Candy said to Cheryl, "We've got to go -- Now!" Cheryl obeyed without asking questions, leaving behind at least one disappointed man who thought the he was almost "In like Flynn" with the pretty, former Mickey Mouse Club starlet.
Driving in the new Corvette Stingray that Lance Reventlow had gifted her, the two young actresses made the short drive from Beverly Hills to their Hollywood apartment. Thinking that Candy had been crudely propositioned or even molested by one of the male party guests, Cheryl was surprised to learn that Joan Crawford had been the potential seductress. Knowing that her friend was more embarrassed than actually harmed, Cheryl laughed a little when she imagined Candy's predicament with the nearly 60-year-old Hollywood legend.
Cheryl remembered that she had recently been put in a similar position. When auditioning for a role on the Dick Van Dyke show, the pretty 20-year-old had been propositioned by a female assistant casting director who was in her mid-30's. To Cheryl's immense surprise, the experience hadn't been at all bad, and she had actually enjoyed having her pussy eaten for the first time by the skilled lesbian.
Cheryl was no virgin, and was rueful that her male celebrity suitors were more thrilled by the conquest, and then a quick "wham-bam, and it was over." The lesbian assistant casting director had actually spent her time ensuring that Cheryl also got off.
Candy was decidedly tipsy from the champagne as Cheryl helped her into their ground floor apartment. With the 17-year-old unsteady on her feet, Cheryl helped her friend get out of her fashionable strapless dress.
Wearing no bra beneath the strapless dress, Cheryl admired Candy's perky, peaches and crème teenage breasts as the dress fell to the floor. Wearing a half-slip, Cheryl eagerly removed it so that the 17-year-old was standing topless, and wearing only a pair of waist-high nylon panties.
Seeing that Candy's eyes were half-closed and that she needed to be held up by the similarly petite young actress, Cheryl began to explore Candy's teenage boobs with her inquisitive hand. Candy looked at her friend through half-open eyes. The virginal actress was being felt up by a former Mouseketeer!
"What are you doing?" Candy asked. Cheryl didn't immediately answer. She was too busy kneading and squeezing Candy's modest, firm breasts. Still holding the topless teen upwards, Cheryl's fingers pinched and pulled Candy's pink nipples. "Just relax, honey," Cheryl finally intoned.
Still in an alcohol-fueled haze, Candy could feel herself being led not to her own bedroom, but to Cheryl's. Laid gently onto the bed that Cheryl had shared with a bevy of handsome young actors and singers, the 20-year-old actress began to tenderly kiss, lick, and suckle Candy's upturned young boobs.
Candy squirmed, but didn't resist as Cheryl's hand drifted beneath Candy's nylon panties. Finding Candy's pussy through her thatch of pubic hair, Cheryl enthusiastically rubbed Candy's soft labia, causing the teenager's legs to reactively twitch and squirm.
Realizing that she was still fully dressed in her expensive gown, Cheryl got up from the bed and quickly undressed. Admiring her own taut, naked body in the mirror, Cheryl pinched her brownish nipples, wishing to seize upon the teenager before Candy could fall asleep.
Returning to the large bed, Candy's panties were removed in one swift motion. Candy's pubic hair was much darker and curlier than the hair on her head. Cheryl looked down at the alluring body of the naked 17-year-old. Laying atop of Candy, Cheryl rubbed her own gorgeous, petite body against the soft-skinned young actress, pressing and rolling her similar-sized breasts against Candy's.
Candy was initially squeamish when Cheryl began to enthusiastically kiss her with her tongue. The new sensation soon captured the interest of the teenage beauty, and her hands began to cooperatively caress Cheryl's smooth back, pressing their young, naked bodies together as their tongues danced in each other's mouth.
Sliding down Candy's petite young torso, Cheryl found her impatient face positioned between Candy's tan, slender legs. Cheryl's adorable bubble-butt rose prominently above the bed as she explored Candy's dark-haired, youthful pussy.
Inserting a single finger, Candy's legs rose involuntarily. Cheryl flashed her "million-dollar smile" as she gazed at the beautiful, naked, blonde teenager. Cheryl's finger then began to push in-and-out in a metronome-like fashion. Candy seemed to react with every measured thrust of Cheryl's well-manicured hand as she was finger-fucked for the first time.
Cheryl's eager tongue soon found its way between Candy's youthful legs. Cheryl's fingers and tongue frenziedly assailed the blonde teen actress. Locked in on Candy's pussy, Cheryl reached up to again squeeze Candy's boobs.
Candy was writhing with pleasure as the slightly older actress tongue-fucked her. Her newfound passions rose until she achieved her first-ever orgasm. Candy pressed Cheryl's face deeper into her pussy as she climaxed.
Cheryl had admired Candy's youthful bubble-butt since the moment that she had met the pretty teen. Rolling the naked 17-year-old onto her stomach, Cheryl avidly kissed and squeezed Candy's firm, round, butt cheeks. Running her hands between Candy's thighs, Cheryl furiously rubbed Candy's pussy until she orgasmed again.
As the teenager remained flat on her stomach, Cheryl curiously probed the rim of Candy's anus, without actually entering with her finger.
Flipping the 17-year-old again, Cheryl straddled Candy's face. Cheryl's blonde pussy was forced into Candy's surprised mouth, giving the teenager little choice but to begin licking. The cunnilingus was unskilled, but pleasurable to the 20-year-old nonetheless.
Waking together naked in bed the morning. Neither girl discussed the obvious, and went on with their day as if nothing had transpired.
Later in the year, Cheryl would marry the millionaire heir, Lance Reventlow. Photographs were in all of the newspapers and magazines at the time. Lance insisted that his new bride become a stay at home wife, and Cheryl retired for decades from show business.
After reappearing on the Donna Reed Show, Candy's career would sadly fizzle. She was never able to become the leading lady that she hoped to be, and largely disappeared from Hollywood.
The End.
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