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“Yes, yes, John, come, come,” she urged, writhing beneath him.
He groaned until the convulsions subsided, then collapsed on top of her. He abruptly smelled cheap perfume. Wondering why he hadn’t noticed it earlier, he made a mental note to remind Heidi the next girl was to wear Joy or nothing at all. He couldn’t abide stinky scents, and quickly rolled off her onto his back.
“Heidi said you were terrific,” the girl chirped. “She wasn’t kidding.”
He grinned. The escorts always said that hoping for a decent tip, but they were probably right. Closing his eyes, he decided to give her an extra twenty. She had great tits. Heidi knew what he liked, and had never let him down.
As the girl moved off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, he let out a long, relieved breath. In a few minutes she’d be gone. There’d be no questions or complications. It was great. If prostitution were legal he’d open up an outcall service. He’d make sure the girls were the best, then sample the merchandise on a regular basis to make sure they stayed that way.
He heard the shower running and tried to remember her name. Sandy? Susan? Sally? That was it, Sally. She was a very sexy piece of ass. He might even ask for her again. Pulling off the condom with a tissue, he threw it in a waste paper basket next to the nightstand. Even though the girls from Heidi’s were top notch, he couldn’t be too careful. The last thing he wanted was to bring home a case of the clap or get a phone call announcing a pregnancy. Stella’s old man would lynch him.
Still naked, Sally emerged from the bathroom and ambled towards him. He was tempted to go for a second round but thought better of it. He didn’t want to spend the money.
“You did good kid,” he muttered, reaching into the bedside table for his wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. “Here, buy yourself something.”
“Thanks,” she purred. “It was great meeting you. I really enjoyed myself.” Her effected girlie voice sounded as though it belonged to a high school freshman with a size 32A cup, not a call girl in her twenties probably wearing a size 36D.
He watched her dress, and as she slipped on her bra, he thought there should be a law against them. He believed strongly that boobs should always be free and bouncing, with their sharp nipples visible beneath a woman’s clothing.
She winked as she headed out, and he gave a small salute. As soon as she was gone, he rose from the bed and padded into the bathroom, only to discover she’d left the towel on the bathroom counter. Irritated, he picked it up, threw it in the hamper, and opened a cabinet to retrieve a fresh one. Maid service came with the apartment. It was one of the reasons he’d chosen the unit.
Continental Pictures was located on a huge studio lot in the San Fernando Valley. When he worked late he couldn’t face the drive back to Malibu. Leasing a trendy apartment in an upscale complex had been a no-brainer. It had become his sanctuary.
Stepping into the shower and making the water steamy hot, he forgot about Sally and turned his attention to business. While he had many responsibilities and was overseeing several projects, there was only one thing consuming his thoughts.The Tea Cup. The movie was turning into the film from hell.
The lead actress, Jennifer Olsen, was throwing regular tantrums and infuriating the director. The man was a Brit named Terry Hardcastle, and he’d threatened to walk away more than once. Something had to give before the production collapsed, and if that meant firing someone, so be it. But that person would have to be Terry Hardcastle. They’d already shot too much footage to replace Jennifer Olsen.
Even worse, the project was way over budget, and that could gethimfired.
Turning off the faucets and moving from the stall, he toweled himself dry and thought about calling Stella—then changed his mind. If he called her too often she’d come to expect it, and he didn’t want a spoiled wife. She seemed happy in their house on the beach, and as far as he was concerned, she should be. It didn’t come cheap.
A grin curled his lips.
When her old man died, she’d inherit oodles of cash. He’d make sure they’d move to a much grander home, and he fancied starting his own production company.
He had it all, but he planned on having more.
Much more.
And God help anyone who stepped in his way.
