Page 34 of Malibu Heat


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“Under normal circumstances you’d be right, but they don’t apply. Of course, if you’d rather not hear about her—“

”Not normal circumstances? You have my attention,” Matt said quickly, cutting him off. “But if she charges she has to be a pro.”

“Not in this instance. It’s a unique situation. She’s a lovely, passionate woman, but she’s married to an absent husband who doesn’t show much interest in her at all, and she’s having a hard time—financially, I mean. He controls the purse strings and from what I understand, he’s a real bastard.”

“Poor kid. That can’t be easy. Tell me more,” Matt said, a glimmer of hope causing his cock to stir.

“She’d have to be discreet because she’s married, so you wouldn’t have to worry about her gossiping, and in addition to her genuine fascination with your particular, shall we say, interests, she has an impressive bust!”

“No shit?”

“No shit. If you like her, you could have it all. Total discretion, pretty feet, and tits to die for. The only reason money is coming into the equation is because of her situation. She needs an income of her own, and I want to help her get it. Matt, you’d be her only client.”

“What do you have in mind?” Matt asked, trying to control a rush of excitement pulsing through his body.

“$1,500 an hour.”

“What exactly do I get for that, and be specific.”

Tony considered Matt’s question. It was a good one, and he was glad the actor had asked. God forbid Matt wanted sex and tried to get Stella in bed. Tony silently berated himself for not thinking of it.

“You can worship her feet any way you please, unless she has boundaries I’m unaware of, and play with her beautiful tits, but only if she gives you permission. You have to earn the right to do that.”

He watched Matt take a second swig from his beer, then stand up and move across the room to stare out at the beach.

“Okay, yes, I’m definitely interested,” Matt finally declared, slowly around. “I’d love to meet her and see how we relate to each other. Of course I’ll pay her for her time, I don’t expect her to come over here for nothing, especially if she’s strapped for cash. I feel bad for any woman trapped in a unhappy relationship, and any man, for that matter. When can she be here? I’m on hiatus for two weeks, but the party I’m throwing is starting to take over my life.”

“Let’s plan on tomorrow afternoon,” Tony suggested, wanting to get things started as quickly as possible. “I’ll bring her over around two o’clock.”

“Cool, and now I’m suddenly in the mood to hit some balls around after all,” Matt declared, jumping to his feet. “I’ll meet you out there. I have to change. Oh, by the way, what’s her name?”

The question caught Tony off guard. Quickly thinking about the fabulous femme fatales of years past, he said, “Marilyn, like Marilyn Monroe, but it will be Mistress Marilyn to you.”

As Matt caught his breath, Tony broke into a wide grin and headed off to the foyer to collect his tennis bag. Enticing Matt to meet Stella had been easier than he thought. Now he hoped Stella would find Matt appealing. If she did, she’d have a chance to make the money she so desperately needed.

Picking up his equipment, he walked out to the tennis court to wait. When he’d first starting teaching, he had quickly learned part of his job was to be what he privately labeled,a convenient best friend.It was an easy role to play. He’d been born a good listener, and from an early age both men and women had confided in him.

Matt was no exception.

It had been over shots of tequila on a rainy afternoon Tony had learned about Matt’s secret passion. Women’s feet and women in charge— especially big breasted women. But now he was a superstar, and he had to be extremely careful about his private life. In his show he was a manly man like Arnold Schwarzenegger. If the public discovered his love of dominant women, it could hurt him and the show.









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