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Working Girl
By
Jan
I came from the panhandle of Texas Amarillo to be pacific. When I graduated from college, I left home with dreams of becoming a movie star in Hollywood. Upon arriving in Los Angeles, I went straight to the Angelus Temple, the headquarters of the Four Ssquair Church.
My mother and I had been members of the Four Squire Gospel Church founded by Amee Semple Mc Pherson. The only way Mom was willing to allow me to go west was that I would go to the home Temple and college was located just off Sunset Boulevard on Glendale Boulevard at the northwest corner of Echo Park Lake. I went there in hopes that they could help me find a place to live and a job.
The church was helpful in connecting me with the Citi bank located on Sunset Boulevard and even put me in contact with a woman that owned a duplex that was willing to rent me the other apartment in the Silver Lake community just east of Hollywood. She was an older woman who was a member of the church. I was a little uneasy with renting her apartment because I actually- wanted to break away from the church but Mom was only willing to let me go west because I was going to the Temple for help.
I started working at the Citi Bank on1900 Sunset Boulevard as a teller and it didn't take long to get comfortable with the work, after all I had worked my way through college working as a teller in the local bank. I was introduced to my fellow tellers and the staff of the bank. I became friends with one of my fellow tellers named Wendy and I reminded her that my name was Amy Jones. We took our coffee breaks and lunch with each other. She was an attractive woman, about ten years older than me, and she became my closest friend.
I didn't know anyone when I arrived, and I was reluctant to accept dates from any of the men working for the back or any of the Romeos that worked in the eighteen-story building. The church rented several floors of the building as headquarters of operations for the church. I didn't want to have anything to do with anyone from the church because I had become aware of the real history of Amee and the church and realized that she and her husband were fakers. The movie Elmer Gantry was a loose interstation of Amee and her husband.
After several of weeks Wendy invited me to join her for dinner and a movie after work on a Friday evening. I was getting lonely staying in my little apartment every night. Money was tight paying for rent, utilities, and food. There was very little left over for discretionary expenditures, so when Wendy invited me to dinner, I was thrilled to join her.
After work we cleared our stations and she led me to the underground parking and her little Mini Cooper. She drove me to her home. It was also in the Los Feliz area close to the Hollywood sign but unable to see it because of the buildings north of her condo. When we were inside, I was impressed with how spacious it was and the furnishings were impressive. I couldn't believe she could afford such a luxurious flat on the wages paid by the bank. I had to ask: "Wendy, how can you afford a place like this?"
Wendy smiled warmly: "I have another income that pays me very well!"
She didn't elaborate on what it was. We relaxed and drank a glass of wine before she took me to dinner at an Italian restaurant called Palermo's. We took our time enjoying a chicken dinner that was delicious, for dessert we had Cannoli with cappuccino coffee with amaretto wine. Wendy talked to the staff and owner like they were old friends.
We eventually made our way to the TLC Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd. to see a first run movie. This was the first time she had been to the historic theater and she had to look at all the hands and feet prints of all-of the movie stars in the concrete. I couldn't believe that Susan Hayward's hands and feet were smaller than Shirley Temple's hands and feet were when she was a child star. The print of her high heeled pumps was a size 4. At the conclusion of the movie, she took me to a nightclub for drinks.
I was impressed with all the caricatures of movie stars on the walls. There was even plaque on the booth frequented by Humphry Bogard and his wife Maureen Bacall. It was a dark and cozy bar that smelled of booze and stale cigarette smoke. We had a few drinks and it was getting late and Wendy had fined off several men trying to pick us up, before she said that it was time to go home.
She drove carefully because she didn't want to attract the attention of the police, and she insisted that I spend the night with her. When we parked in the underground parking lot we took the elevator up to the third floor, while in the elevator she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. In her condo she led me to the bedroom and pulled out a sexy nightgown for me to wear. I noticed that her bed was queen size. She proceeded to remove her clothes casually and went into the adjoining bathroom to remove her makeup and brush her teeth. She pulled out a new toothbrush for me to use. While I was brushing my teeth, she sat her naked butt on the toilet and peed. When she was through, she wiped her pussy and flushed the toilet. She let me have the bathroom to change and pee as well, But then left the door open while she pulled her own sexy nightgown over her head and got into the bed.
I joined her and got into the bed on the other side. She turned off the light but left on a red night light that filled the room with pinkish glow. Wendy was sitting up in bed and wanted to talk. We discussed the movie for awhile before she started pumping me about where I was from my family and education and work experience. I only had my mother because my father had left us for another woman. I told her that I had worked as a teller in a bank while earning my degree in theater arts, and I came to Hollywood in hopes of getting into movies.
She was very understanding about my ambition and assured me that my story was common. When I inquired again about how she could afford to live like this on a teller's salary, she told me that she had come to Hollywood with hopes of making it big in movies as well.
She struggled to survive the first couple of years, then she met a woman that told me that she owned a dating service and assured me that I would only be dating women. I was soon dating the most important women in Hollywood. The women I date are the wives of the most powerful men in Hollywood, female producers, directors, and even movie stars. I even dated Ingred Bergman's daughter Isabella Rossellini and her other daughter Pia Lindstrom the older daughter. I was impressed with all the names she was talking about, but it took me a little time to understand when she said date she was talking about sex.
I had never thought about me being involved with sex to get into the movies. I had read fan magazines and was aware about the male stars in Hollywood that were gay, like Rock Hudson, Tab Hunter, Anthony Perkins, Montgomery Clift, and Charles Laughon, but didn't know of any lesbian stars. Other than Anna Heche's tragic romance with Ellen DeGeneres.
I became curious about the lesbian stars that Wendy knew and then I realized that Wendy was a lesbian hooker. I was shocked to think that my only friend in LA was a lesbian. I couldn't picture her making love to a woman. I finally asked: "Wendy when you date women do you have sex with them?"
Wendy took me by the hand and said: "Honey, no one is going to rape you or force you to do anything you don't want to do! I am a lesbian and enjoy having sex with other women. Isabella lives in the Malibu Mountains. She was only married for three from 1083 to 1986and had two children. She was a successful Italian model before she made movies. She was very sexy when she made the movie Blue Vulvate and Death Becomes Her. She is not only older, she has put on a lot of weight. When she attends lesbian parties, she goes in drag. She wars men's suits with ties, but her chubby face still looks childlike.
The more I thought about sex with women the more I was curious about it. I found Wendy to be attractive and intelligent. I liked her and trusted her. I asked: "What do you do on a date with these women?"
Wendy said: "A usual date is dinner at a nice restaurant, an evening of music at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion or the Walt Disney Concert Hall or a movie, and sometimes even an opening of a movie and sometimes as a guest to the Emmy, Oscar, or Golden Globes awards as the gest of a celebrity. Some gay celebrities want arm candy to divert suspicion, but some female stars wear their lesbianism as a badge of honor. They love to be seen with an attractive woman in their arms in public. I get to dress up in clothes I could never be able to afford. After the parties we go home and I get to make love to them the rest of the night. I have been to lesbian parties where the women are soon naked and moving between bodies like spawning fish."
I was dying to hear what she did with these women, and asked her: "What do you do sexually with these women?"
Wendy said: "I don't like to talk about what we do, but I'm happy to show you!"
I almost panicked! I often masturbate, but feel guilty because of my mother's reproaching my behavior, when she caught me with my fingers in my pussy as a young girl. I was still fascinated to experience sex with my beautiful friend. I couldn't look her in the eye as I whispered: "Please show me how women make love to each other."
Wendy turned over to face me and took me into her arms and kissed me with a long lingering kiss with tongue. She managed to remove my nightgown and her own before she mouthed my firm 36-C breasts. I guess I am a pretty petite blonde young woman. My hair has always been my pride and joy. I did shave my underarms and legs when necessary but I had never shaved my crotch. Wendy was thrilled to see my crotch. She assured me that she would be happy to give me a bikini shave tomorrow or wax me if I would prefer. I didn't know what waxing was, and it sounded painful when she told me what it entailed. But she assured me that it leaves the skin baby smooth and the hair comes back slower, and fewer hairs grow where you don't want them. Wendy had magnificent 38-DD breasts and a narrow 26-inch waist and 40 wide hips on a 5' 6" body. With dancer's legs, and her mane and triangle of pubic hair was an auburn color. She remended me of Rita Hayworth in the forties. There was something about her that segued sexuality.
Wendy had me sit on the pillows with my back resting against the headboard of the bed, and her hands were all over my body and it felt like ants were walking all over my flesh. It was all I could do to remain motionless. She sucked on my tits like she was trying to get milk from them for the longest time. When she started moving down my body to my crotch, my first thought was that I had not bathed since that morning and I had been wearing the same clothes all day. My pussy must be ripe. I wanted to ask Wendy to let me at least wash my crotch, but the way she acted you would have thought she was smelling Elisabeth Taylor's White Diamond perfume. She buried her nose in my crotch and lifted my butt up and licked me from asshole to clitoris. I had never felt anything so exciting before. I feared that I was going to pee in her face. It took her a long time before I had an earth-shaking orgasm. I assume it was because it was the first time I had ever had an orgasm that wasn't by my own hand.
Wendy looked up at me with her chin resting on my blonde pubic hair and asked: "Did you enjoy the way I ate your pussy Amy?"
My eyes were blurry as I whispered: "I have never felt anything so exciting before. Is it always so thrilling?"
"The first time for every experience is always remarkable and can be equaled but never as exciting as the first time, she stated."
About that time there was the sound of music coming from the nightstand. Wendy reached for the lamp and turned on the light and picked up her cellphone. She looked at it and started typing with her thumbs. Then she asked me to smile and she took my picture as I sat there naked and my hair down. Then she typed some more before and waited for a response and she asked: "You're a size nine and your shoe size is a five?"
I responded: "My dress size is a nine but my shoe size is a six."
She typed some more and eventually returned the phone to the nightstand and turned the light off. The room returned to the pink glow. Then Wendy asked: "How would you like to go to a party where you will meet some of the most important women in the Hollywood and LA community tomorrow night?"
The prospect of meeting movie stars and powerful women was more than I could hope for and I kissed Wendy on the mouth. "Yes, of course I would like that, but I would have to go home to clean up and change clothes."
That's not necessary because that was a friend of mine inviting me to a party in Beverly Hills tomorrow evening, and I asked her if I could bring her along. She is bringing you a cocktail dress and nylons and appropriately sized pumps."
I was so excited I embraced her and kissed her again. It was strangely erotic to be kissing her and smelling the aroma of my own pussy all over her face. There was some maneuvering until we were laying next to each other and I started sucking on her large tits like a baby and feeling her crotch. When she placed a hand on top of my head, I understood that she wanted me to lick her pussy. I wasn't sure I could lick her pussy, but I felt obligated to please her the same way she had thrilled me.
I moved down her body and found that I found that the smell of her crotch made my pussy tingle. I got between her legs and kissed her inner thighs like she had done to me as I worked up the nerve to lick her pussy. One I got started I couldn't get enough. I found that her clitoris was much larger than mine and I was able to suck it into my mouth and suck on it like sucking on a thumb.
Wendy was telling me dirty things about what I was doing to her and extolling me to suck harder. She was also producing copious amounts of slimy fluid that I was having to swallow. There was very little taste, but I detected the spices from our Italian dinner. When Wendy started having her orgasm she wrapped her thighs around my head, trapping my head between her legs as my mouth was being flooded with her fluid. I was unable to breathe until she relaxed her legs and sprawled out on the bed. This time it was me that looked up at her face and asked: "Did I do it right?"
Wendy gave me a sweet smile, and said: "You were amassing, Baby!"
We eventually settled down in an embrace and covered our bodies as we drifted off to sleep, while I rambled on about how exciting the sex had been.
Saturday, we slept in until the sum warmed up the room until I had to kick the covers off my body and my bladder let me know that I needed to pee. I tried untangling my body from hers without waking her. But she clung to me in her sleep and even wanted to kiss me. I smelled her soured morning breath, and knew that my own breath must be as sour. But when her tongue entered my mouth, I forgot about the smell as our kissing woke her up. She reached down to start masturbating with me.
I had to interrupt the kiss to tell her that I need to pee in the worst way! We untangled and she followed me into the bathroom. While I sat down to relieve myself, she brushed her teeth. When I was finished and wiped myself, we exchanged places and I brushed my teeth while she peed. I felt strangely naked in front of her, even after what we had done last night. It must have been my mother's religious training all-of my life.
When we returned to the bedroom, I began picking up my discarded clothes and was about to step into my panties when Wendy interrupted me. She told me that she wanted to admire my body while we had a late breakfast."
She made the bed while I heled and she led me to the kitchen and started the coffee machine to prepare a pot of coffee and made us Eggs Benedict. I watched everything she did and found it interesting that she added some graded horseradish to the Holiday Sauce.
It felt strange sitting on the dining chair naked while we ate and sipping our coffee. Having Wendy looking at my naked body made me uncomfortable. She put the dishes in the dishwasher and led me into her family room and had me sit on her lap while she kissed me and masturbated me slowly. We spent hours making love to each other for hours. I was interrupted in the middle of eating her pussy when the doorbell rang. Wendy stood up and stepped over my head as she went to answer the door. I asked: "Shouldn't we put something on?"
She smiled: "It isn't necessary! I know who is at the door." And proceeded to go to the door. When she returned to the family room with an older woman carrying a garment bag.
I couldn't take my eyes off-of the woman. She was a well-preserved woman with graying streaks at her temples. She still had a nice figure and I could tell that her clothes were very expensive. Wendy introduced the woman as Kathy, her best friend and business partner.
Kathy embraced me and kissed me, and told Wendy that I was adorable. Wendy told her that I had come to Hollywood with hopes of aspirations of making a name or herself in the movies.
Kathy said: "Sofia will be at the party this evening. We will have to make a point of introducing them. We took our time bathing and putting on our makeup before we started getting dressed. In my case Wendy insisted that I put on the nylon fist. I sat on her makeup chair and put on the sheer nylons and pulled them up almost to my crotch and the three-inch elastic lace clung to my thighs. Then I slipped into the beige pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. Then she handed me a Hunter-green cocktail dress with spaghetti straps. I asked: "Shouldn't I put on underwear?"
Wendy said: "You shouldn't wear panties or a bra with his dress because you don't want panty lines showing."
I struggled to pull it over my head and down over my hips and after adjusting the spaghetti straps, I saw in the mirror just how much of my thighs were showing. I was sure that when I bent over a good portion of the tops of the nylons were showing. I figured that I better remain standing at the party tonight. Wendy put a string of pearls long enough to rest in my cleavage. Kathy and Wendy both got dressed, and the three of us piled into Kathy's silver Marcedes-Benz and dove across town to Beverly Hills and entered a gated community.
When we arrived at the estate and drove up the long driveway and found a place to park. As we walked up to the entrance to the Italian villa style of home, I noticed that there were about 30 exotic cars parked there. When Kathy rang the bell, a maid answered the door and took our coats and put them in the anteroom after telling us what room the guests were in.
When we entered the large room, and the two of them led me to an older woman that was wearing a white evening dress but the front of her dress was pulled down under both of her huge breasts. She was chatting with a group of women. After they introduced me to our hostess. She made a big fuss about what an adorable young woman I was.
Kathy directed our attention to the other side of the room where a dark-haired woman was holding court with a group of women who were doing their best to please the woman. Kathy and Wendy pulled me to the woman and introduced me to Sophia and told her how much I wanted to meet her. The woman took one look at me and asked me for a dance. She led me to the dance floor and took me into her arms and held me close while she talked to me.
She asked me a lot of personal questions before the music stopped. When the music ended, she invited me to accompany her so that we could have a private discussion. She led me to one of the many bedrooms and locked the door behind us. She took me into her arms and kissed forcefully with her tongue. She placed hand on the smooth nylon clad thigh and started pulling up m dress and when she saw my blonde crotch, she got so excited she hurriedly pulled the dress up and over my head. While she was tossing it aside, I shook my head to let my hair return to the way it normally looked. She had me lay on the bed while she removed her own clothes.
I was impressed with her figure, she had very little creepy skin and her breasts had lost the youthful firm shape and sagged like empty pocket purses and her butt had indentations instead of being plump. She mounted me and was all over my tits before she went down on me and ate my pussy as good as Wendy had done. She seemed to enjoy it when I squirted in mouth. I was limp after I had an orgasm. While I lay there while she moved up my body and sat on my face. She was started humping my face. She was raking her crotch against my nose from asshole to clit. Iwas only able to breathe when her asshole was against my forehead and her butt was clear of my mouth. He was rather rough the way she clung to my hair while she fucked my face until she announced that she was cumming and sat on my mouth. I had to struggle to turn my head enough to be able to breathe. When she got off me, she casually asked: "Do you have a Screen Actors Guild card? Send your headshot and stats to my office and I will see about getting you some screen time."
I knew she was dismissing me and would never look at the picture, even if I had a SAG card and head shot photographs. I made a bold move and said: "If you want my services, you need to contact Kathy! She is my agent!"
I pulled my dress back over my head and zipped up the back of the dress, adjusted the spaghetti straps, and tugged down the dress over my hips. Then I shook my head to let my hair return to where it naturally belonged. I left the bedroom, while she was still getting dressed. As I was coming down the stairs, I saw Isabella Rossellini sitting on a couch surrounded by young adoring girls. I approached them to add myself to the group. She was wearing a men's pinstripe suit and tie. She looked as chubby in the suit as Orson Welles in his last few movies. Her face was bloated but she still had that innocent childlike girl face. She stood up and took me by the hand and led me to the verandah overlooking a manicured park like garden. Standing out there in the cool of the evening. I told Isabella that as a girl I had heard about her Playboy issue.
I told her: "I rummaged through my older brother's Playboy collection until I found her issue and used a letter opener to pry open the staples and removed her centerfold and the pages with her Q & A remarks. I didn't care that they were made up by a staff writer. I would take out the page while in bed at night and I would look at her picture while I masturbated."
Isabella was flattered that I thought so much about her.
I asked her if she was close to her half-sister Pia Lindstrom. She told me that Pia is older than her and was the daughter of the Swedish producer that brought Mom to the States. Her father was the Italian producer Rossellini, so we didn't have much to do with each other.
She reminded me that she had been married for three years from 1973 to 76, and during that time she had two children, a girl and a boy. To my grandchildren I'm just their beloved Grandma. They don't know that I am a lesbian. She added that she thought I was adorable, and kissed me.
She led me up the stairs to another empty bedroom and I was thrilled at the prospect of getting to have sex with the woman I had masturbated over so many times in my youth. I quickly unzipped the back of my dress and pulled the dress up and over my head and draped it over the back of a dressing chair. I proudly and slowly turned around in front of her to allow her to have a good look at my body.
Isabella watched every move I made as she removed her suit. She removed the coat and tie first. Then she sat down to remove her shoes and socks. She stood up to remove her dress shirt and removed her slacks. She was wearing an elastic type of bra that flattened her breasts against her body and she was wearing men's boxer style underwear.
I was curious about the obvious bulge in the shorts.
When she removed the shorts a replica of a male penis sprang out. She was wearing a strap-on dildo.
I told her: "I have never had sex where my vagina has been penetrated. I'm technically a virgin."
Isabella's face reflected her excitement by the idea that she was about to fuck a virgin. She positioned me on the bed the way she wanted me. She spent a lot of time feeling my breasts and sucking on them before she turned her attention to my crotch.
She was a very skillful pussy sucker. The things she did with her tongue were amazing. I was clinging to her body with my legs and running my fingers through her short dark hair while I was experiencing an orgasm that sent a chill through my body. While I lay there recovering, she got off the bed to retrieve a tube of lubricant from the inside pocket of her coat, and applied a generous amount of the lube to the phallic replica and greased up my vagina with her greasy fingers. She spread my legs and knelt between them and guided the thing to the opening of my vagina and pressed her hips forward. When the head of her cock stretched me open it hurt, but when the head of her penis pressed against my hymen the pain was so intense that I cried silently. The pain turned to numbness when she started fucking me,
There must have been something at the base of her dildo that banged into her clitoris with every stroke of her hips. She worked up a sweat while fucking me, and sweat dripped from her face to land on my own face. Isabella had an orgasm before I had my fourth one that evening. I was exhausted and lay there watching Isabella get dressed. Before she left the room, she gave me her business card and told me: "Give her a call and you can come to my home for a visit."
I was still lying naked on the bed when Kathy and Wendy let themselves into the room and helped me sit up. They noticed the virginal blood drying on the lips of my pussy. Kathy found a box of tissues and cleaned up and stuffed a tissue into the crack, before they helped me get dressed.
The three of us said our goodbyes to the hostess and Kathy drove us to Wendy's home. On the way she asked me what I had said to Sophia, because she had sought her out and insisted that I get yourself a SAG card, some headshots, and make an appointment with her office because she wanted to groom you to become a star.
I told her how she had brushed me off after we had sex with a casual statement to send her my headshots to her office with my stats, and I told her that you were my agent and to contact you. We had a good laugh.
Kathy said I can set you up with some dates with some very interesting women to add to your income until you get a contract that will allow you to quit your job at the back and find a fashionable home.
Wendy took me home Sunday and picked me up for work. We had a lot to talk about that day. One evening Kathy called me and asked me if I would be interested in having a dinner date with an older woman that wants a young woman to accompany her to a musical performance at the Disney Concert Hall. She assured me that she woman Was a lovely old thing and tips well. So, I agreed to date the woman. Kathy agreed to pick me up and deliver me to the estate of the woman, and pick me up at the estate to take me home when I called her.
Kathy picked me up at the appointed time and date and delivered me to the estate of the woman. She was a nice-looking woman that must have been in her seventies. The woman's chauffeur drove us in an old Rolls Royce Lemoine to a very fashionable restaurant and drove us to the Disney Concert Hall. She had great seats in the hall, and she held my hand throughout the performance. During the intermission we had access to the founder lounge where we were served Champlain before the second half of the performance. At the conclusion the Chauffeur was soon pulling up at the entrance to take us back to her home.
She led me straight to her bedroom and the maid brought us an ice bucket with a Champlain bottle and two long stem classes and some fresh strawberries. The maid removed the wire seal and pulled the cork by sticking the needle of an air pump into the cork and pumping air into the bottle forcing the cork out. She filled the two glasses and left the room quietly.
The woman said make yourself comfortable as she removed her mink coat and high heels. She went to the serving cart and picked up the two classes and handed me one. They picked up a large strawberry and took a bit before sipping the bubbly. I followed her lead and bit a strawberry before sipping the bubbly wine. The woman finished the strawberry and placed the stem on the cart and sat the glass down long enough to unzip the back of her evening gown and let it fall to the floor. She bent her knees to squat down to pick it up and draped it over a vanity chair. I admired how well her body was preserved.
She was totally naked and her body looked like a much younger woman. I suspected that she had only added about twenty pounds from her college days. Her hair was a brilliant silver and every hair was lacquered in place. Her breasts were much larger and firmer than expected. I suspected that she had implants. Her figure would be envied by most women. The only hint of her age was the trimmed thinning salt and pepper pubic hair. Her belly button was pierced by a gold loop that had two diamonds, a smaller one was above the large on over her navel. She selected another strawberry and filled our glasses. I understood that it was time for me to get undressed.
I had worn a wool overcoat that evening over the hunter-green cocktail dress. I felt underdressed sitting next to her during the performance. When I removed the dress, I was not wearing a bra, but I was wearing black panties. I stepped out of the pumps but left the nylons on, just as she had.
She wrapped an arm around me and kissed me, as she guided me to the queen size bed. The bedding had already been folded down to the foot of the bed by the maid in preparation for our use earlier in the evening. I mounted the bed and discovered that the cool light blue fitted sheet was satin. I was able to slide around on the bed without wrinkling the sheet. My hostess joined me on the bed and took me into her arms and kissed me.
I assumed that it was my duty to make love to her and started feeling her tits, which she enjoyed, but she wanted to be in charge. She rolled me over onto my back and played with my tits until she wanted to suck on my nipples while she played with my pussy. She made love like a hungry animal. She lifted my butt to get access to my pink asshole. She licked it and probed the hole with her tongue. She used her tongue like a cock in my asshole and vagina and sucked my vagina until fluid was flowing into her mouth. She captured my little clit with her mouth and sucked on it until I was bucking through mutable orgasms. She even fucked my asshole and pussy with a dildo several times before she sat on my face and ground her cunt and asshole into my face until she was satisfied. When she recovered, she put on a transparent dressing gown, and watched me put on my panties, pumps, and dress. I picked up my coat and she kissed me again. She picked up her phone and used the intercom to tell her chauffeur to take her guess to the address where he picked me up.
I put my coat on before entering the limo. Kathy returned to my apartment and the next day she called me to tell me that the woman was in love with me and wanted me to accompany her to the Concert Hall for the music season. She agreed to pay handsomely for my services.
That was the beginning of my career as a paid companion and eventually a contracted Starlet.
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