“Take a picture of her and the ID on your phone. That way, you have proof she lied to you,” Fritz suggested.
I should have thought of that. That was what I’d done when I dealt with the madam in Georgia who wanted to talk to me. Even if they stole my phone, the pictures would still be in the cloud when they were backed up.
“This isn’t the States,” Fritz continued. “These people are struggling. Today when Paul and I were out looking for a dojo, I bet we were approached by thirty women.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Nope. Several were very graphic in their approach, but a few didn’t give off a professional vibe.”
“I was hoping to just meet some nice girl and goof off,” I said.
It seems my definition of ‘nice girl’ and ‘goof off’ made Fritz laugh.
“Think of it as supporting the local economy. Plus, you’re only going to be here for a month,” Fritz said.
I liked my new one-eyebrow-raised look. That made Fritz laugh even harder.
“Okay, for you, I’m sure it wouldn’t take a month. Paul and I decided to just pay for it,” Fritz said and then blushed.
“How much did that cost you?” I asked, not letting him off the hook.
“Twenty bucks for the both of us.”
Ten bucks to get laid? Hell, I’d spent more on Cassidy buying her stuff. She never seemed to have the money her dad gave her handy, so I just paid for it. I might have to explain how she could work it out in trade. Then again, she could make me cry if she wanted to. Tami was right; my first instinct was never correct. Plus, Cassidy never really took advantage of me. I could afford a bottle of water or a dollar hat. If she had Brook’s or Halle’s tastes, I might have pushed back. Those girls knew how to spend money.
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After dinner, I was relaxing in my room when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Kimberly Fillmore, my love interest in the film, standing there. She was wearing her costume from today: a gray wool pencil skirt that fell past her knees, old-style high heels, and a white turtleneck sweater. That sweater clung to her body in the best possible way. Kimberly had been over a couple of times to watch movies, but she’d never come alone.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
I stepped back to give her space to enter the room. She seemed nervous, which confused me. I’d never hit on her or said anything that would make her feel unwelcome.
When I first met her, I assumed that she was older, like most actors or actresses. I’d guessed she was twenty-two. Seeing her now, I thought she might be my age.
She took a deep breath and then turned and smiled at me. I smiled back, not knowing what else to do. My smile seemed to calm her because her smile seemed to touch her eyes now. The original one had appeared to be forced.
Kimberly’s eyes locked on mine, and she closed the gap between us. This had the feel of her seducing me. All rational thought left my mind when she kneeled in front of me and began to undo my pants. My first thought was to stop her and talk about this, but I remembered what Tami always said. Since my first thoughts were always wrong, I went with my second thought, which was just to keep my mouth shut.
Kimberly’s eyes never left mine as she almost dared me to stop her. I raised my eyebrows, which made her smile again. She fished out Mr. Happy and bathed him with her tongue to get him wet. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what she did from there. Kimberly had perfected her craft and did wonderful things to my member. When I got close to my climax, I stopped her.
“Bedroom” was the first word I said.
Kimberly led the way as we both lost our clothes
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Chapter 3 – Dirty Little Secrets Friday May 20
Cassidy smacked my bare bottom to wake me up.
“You are so going to Hell, Mister!” she announced.
I just rolled over to give her a show. She grabbed my pillow and tried to smother me with it. I dodged her, slithered out of bed, and ran for the shower. Cassidy waited for me in the living room. When I came out, she patted the couch to indicate I needed to sit next to her.
“What’s got you up in arms today?” I asked.
“Two things. Did you know that Kimberly’s only fifteen?”
That couldn’t be right.
“Before you doubt me, she and I have become friends. She really is that young.”
“That’s not good,” I admitted.
“You also need to know that she came to you on orders from Laurent.”
WTF did that mean? Cassidy saw the expression on my face and grabbed my head so I was looking at her. When she was sure she had my full attention, she began talking.
“Kimberly told me she’s doing what she has to if she wants to keep her role in the movie. The dirty little secret of Hollywood is sex
