This evening, the maitre d' ushered him to a corner table and instructed him that the powerful proprietor wished a few words with him.
"Certainly," the handsome actor replied. "Bring him to the table please… and order some champagne cocktails for both of us."
"I believe sir," the waiter responded respectfully, "that he wishes to introduce you to a young lady…"
"So…" Lyle lit a cigarette and shook the match out vigorously, "… that's it, eh? Another candidate. Well, don't just stand there, man, bring cocktails for three."
"Yes sir," the waiter disappeared quickly.
In a moment the burly Boss Carl appeared in his perpetual trenchcoat and bare feet. With him, Lyle noted, was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. She was tall and voluptuously built, with long blonde hair and large blue eyes.
"May I present Miss Morgan… Miss Morgan, Mister Lyle Montagne," Boss Carl growled politely.
Lenny could believe neither her ears nor her eyes. She had seen the tall, handsome Montagne in almost every picture he had ever made. He was famous! It seemed like something out of a fairy tale, that she should be sitting at the same table with one of the country's biggest stars.
"Miss Morgan," Montagne turned on his famous charm. "I am very glad to meet you… you are indeed beautiful."
"Yeah," Boss Carl grumbled in assent. "She makes it in that department all right. Have you grunted yet, Lyle?"
"I had something to eat before the screening, thanks."
Lenny was impressed by the casual banter between the two men. Boss Carl certainly got around in the important circles all right.
"Well," Lyle said cheerfully, "when do we give our lovely candidate the final test?"
Boss Carl nodded toward the stage, upon which could be seen a bustle of activities. Grips were running here and there, setting up some large and rather peculiar-looking devices. Lenny had never seen anything like them before.
"Let's see how she reacts to the show, first…" Boss Carl murmured. "Maybe she won't want the job so damned much after that, eh Lyle?"
Lyle grinned, "I don't know… I think it's really quite a beautiful spectacle."
Lenny looked from one face to the other, searching for a clue to the events that were about to unfold. They were, however, blank and unrevealing. She turned instead toward the stage. Whatever it was, it must be something special, she thought, because the audience was pretty high-class. It was not uncommon to find senators and politicians, well-known and powerful businessmen, and even more famous figures in the audience. Some of them wore masks in order to keep their identities secret.
The band struck up a stripper rhythm; the heavy beat churning into Lenny's heart; it was her kind of music. She tapped her fingers on the table and wiggled her shoulders slightly. She herself was an exotic dancer by trade, and she loved the sound of the exotic music…
She glanced at Boss Carl; he was staring intently at the left wings… waiting, she supposed for the star to appear.
It was a shock to Lenny to see a horse led onto the stage. It was a beautiful white stallion, with gold ribbons in its long flowing mane.
What, she wondered anxiously, did the horse have to do with the performance? A shudder of desire went through her body… she remembered some of her childhood experiences. For Lenny Morgan, the sophisticated dancer and five-hundred dollar whore, had grown up on a farm in Ohio. She thought about the horse that she had ridden as a little girl, and the warm, sensual feeling she had had for him…
Boss Carl was watching her face. Lyle Montagne was watching her face. She did not realize it, but Lenny Morgan was undergoing another important test.
These two impresarios of the exotic arts were studying her every gesture… trying to determine her deepest, most secret reactions to the performance that was beginning to unfold before her waiting eyes. If she demonstrated interest, she might have a chance for the job. If she demonstrated enthusiasm, then she had only one more test to pass.
In her smooth, sensual loins, Lenny Morgan felt a hot boiling passion grow. She loved the gigantic animal, with its powerful, graceful movements. It reminded her so of old Charley – the horse of her farmgirl childhood.
Next, a young redhead came out onto the stage; she was well built and quite a smooth dancer. Lenny eyed her with something akin to jealousy. She knew that she could do better.
The redhead danced around the animal, which was held by two stalwart attendants in black turtlenecks. She removed the long green veil that draped her body and threw it across the animal's back.
The drumbeat increased in tempo, driving relentlessly toward some hidden climax. The girl now wore only a pair of sequined green panties and green pasties on her bosom. Lenny noted that the girl was well endowed in that area, her breasts were large and firm with flawlessly smooth skin.
The girl began to fondle the animal's muzzle, feeding him sugar and whispering seductively into his car. With a gay laugh and thrusting of her breasts, she permitted the horse to lap the pasties away.
The woman was completely naked from the waist up.
Lenny thought to herself that the pasties must have been made of sugar or something – it was a clever idea. But she barely believed her eyes when the girl ripped off her panties and began to toy frankly with her furry cunt. The juices flowed readily, flowing, flowing until her thighs glistened brilliantly under the bright lights. Lenny had never been allowed to do anything like this in the clubs where she had worked. They would have been busted for sure, she thought.
She looked around the room nervously.
"It's all right," Boss Carl said, as though reading her mind, "the cops never come here – except as customers."
Lenny gave a low whistle; this guy sure had things set up! He must know, she thought, he must know everybody!
Now the girl on the stage was helping the handlers to arrange the equipment, which consisted of a large leather harness and some supports. They strapped the harness around the horse's back, so that it hung loosely below the beast's belly.
Lenny knew for sure, now. This was what she was being interviewed for. The thought, rather than repulsing her, was extremely exciting.
The girl on the stage climbed under the horse and tested the harnessing… ostensibly to see if they would hold her weight, but Lenny knew that it was just a matter of teasing the audience – getting their interest aroused to the keenest possible edge.
But the girl did not slip her lithe and seductive body into the straps immediately. Instead she knelt and began to play with the gigantic genitalia of the animal.
The redhead first toyed with the gargantuan balls, rolling them tenderly in her palms. The horse whinnied and pawed the stage-floor restlessly. He was becoming aroused.
Lenny wondered for a moment whether or not the animal truly enjoyed it… then she remembered the horse of her girlhood, Charley. Yes, she thought, there could be no doubt that the animal was having a hell of a good time.
Now the woman took the horse's cock into her mouth. It was a stretch, but she did it, sucking vigorously on the huge prickhead, lapping and kissing it passionately.
Big Carl was barely watching the show… he had seen it all a thousand times. What he was interested in was the reaction of the attractive blonde sitting between him and Lyle Montagne. This was an important test, indeed.
He grinned, for he saw the wetness at the corner of Lenny's mouth. He saw the way she rubbed her thighs together and ran her tongue impulsively round and round her full, red lips.
Boss Carl and Montagne exchanged pleased and meaningful glances.
But Lenny was too busy… her eyes were held by the strange act being performed on the stage as though hypnotized. The jealousy within her grew and grew… that was a mighty big piece of masculinity that the redhead was stroking in preparation. Lenny wanted some of that hard, swollen tool herself.