Without bothering to snap the lock behind her, Candy breezed into the rooms which the motion picture studio provided for its stars. The layout amounted to a small studio apartment. There was a convertible couch, faced by a pair of low comfortably cushioned chairs. In one corner was an apartment-size refrigerator, and atop it was a three-burner electric stove. To one side was a mini-bar, for which she had no use, except that it held various soft drinks and fruit juices. Off this room was a bathroom-dressing room, almost as large, and it was in that which she was interested at the moment.

With smooth movements of her agile body, the dark-haired actress peeled off the scanty robe and then bent to slide the wispy bikini panties down the smooth, beautifully-formed columns of her legs, stepping gracefully out of her remaining garment. She bound her hair up and covered it with a shower cap, then started the spray, finding a comfortable lukewarm temperature to begin. She wet a thick cake of soap and began to rub it sensuously over the smooth curves of her body. The aroma of it filled her nostrils, making them flare. The cake of soap, with a thick piece of rope tied through its center, had been left behind by one of the male movie stars, and the man-scent of it excited her. She stepped into the stream of water, sighing in relaxation.

Candy began to lather her smooth-fleshed body languidly, realizing the filming had been a good one, and maybe been good enough to get her an Oscar -and make the movie one of the biggest grossing ones in history. That would be nice. Her last one had come close, and might yet make it. She began to sing softly, for herself now, as she cupped the firm, full roundness of her tits and her slender fingers played with the arousing nipples. It always took her a long time to come down from a shooting session. She put so much of herself into every one that she just couldn't snap it off like a light is shut off.