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Satisfied, he marched from the bedroom and trotted down the stairs. He had her just where he wanted her—under his thumb. Hurrying through the kitchen and into the garage, he climbed into his black Porsche.
He called his car, The Black Cat, and laughingly referred to it as the best pussy in town. He loved its power, and he used it, flying down Pacific Coast Highway early in the morning before the rush hour started. He knew the local cops would lie in wait for the speedsters, and so far had eluded them.
He’d come a long way from his days on the streets of New York.
His mother had been a prostitute, and at the age of nine he was taken into the state’s care. He would lose himself in television and the movies. By the time he was thirteen, he’d decided Hollywood was where he would make his fortune. On his eighteenth birthday he turned his back on New York. and when he stepped from the bus onto Hollywood Blvd, he felt hope for the first time in his life.
He was Master of his Destiny.
Now it was up to him.
His sharp instincts, good looks and muscled physique, landed him a job as a pool boy at the Beverly Hills Hotel. He soon became popular with the regulars, and listened attentively when they would lament about their troubles.
Then something remarkable happened.
It was a day he would never forget.
A day that changed his life forever.
The sun had disappeared behind a rare, ominous, dark cloud. Bodies had vanished, and he was picking up towels when he spotted a woman looking for something beneath her deck chair. “Can I help you, ma’am?” he asked, hurrying over to her.
“Yes, it’s my watch. It must have fallen off the table and it has a great deal of sentimental value.”
Immediately dropping to his hands and knees, he scoured the concrete as she frantically explained it had been a gift from her late husband just before he died. Just as she finished speaking, he spotted it caught under the foam mattress on the lounge chair. Holding it up triumphantly, he saw the admiration in her eyes.
“Thank you, thank you,” she gushed. “Come to my bungalow later today, I must give you something for your trouble.”
Opportunity was knocking, and he’d seized it.
Two hours later, she greeted him dressed in a silk kimono that left nothing to the imagination. In spite of his passion for big tits and young pussy, the woman was making him hot. He took control, pinning her to the bed and ravaging her until she was breathless.
She was well connected in the business, and landed him a job at Continental Pictures. He was tough, talented, and ambitious and flew up the ladder. Only four years later, he was Vice President of Motion Picture Development.
Then he met Stella.
Buxom, blond, virginal, and submissive. Everything he wanted in a wife.
* * *
GAZING UP AT HER REFLECTIONin the overhead, canopy mirror, Stella thought about her husband’s Jekyll and Hyde personality, and wondered why she put up with him.
She had been born into Texas oil money, and was an only child. Her mother had been meek and subservient, her father, Wesley Tucker, Jr., was the King of the castle, and Stella had been his precious little princess.
When she was a teenager, he’d scared away any prospective boyfriends, and if she went to the movies with her friends, he would wait outside in his big, black Cadillac to take her home.
When Stella turned 21, her father took her to New York. Dazzled by Broadway, she decided she wanted to be an actress. Her father wouldn’t hear of it. Ruled by him since the day she was born, she didn’t have the will to fight back.
Then she met John.
It was her last day in New York. She and her father were at an after show party, and John was there acquiring the screenplay rights to the hit Broadway play. He had smiled at her. When she found out he was an executive at a movie studio, she was enthralled. He introduced himself, then ingratiated himself with her father. For the next two years, John flew regularly to Houston, charming her and winning over her father. The two were married with fanfare and a huge wedding.
John had only known a few of the guests.
But he didn’t care.
The heiress had the three things he consideredmust-haves.
Money, big tits, and completely subservient.
