A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 23 – LOOKING FOR A JOB

 

13:51 (California Time)

Thursday, September 14, 1972

Offices of the Pink Films Studios

West Hollywood, Los Angeles

‘’How could you expect to become a porn actress when you suck so bad at blowjobs, girl? You’re wasting my time! GET OUT!’’

The young woman who was being ‘interviewed’ by Larry Berman, owner and manager of the Pink Films Studios, burst out crying, totally humiliated, and nearly ran out of his office. Berman, a big man with a pot belly and curly black hair, threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

‘’Christ! Where does Steve find such bimbos? I’ll have to talk to him after this. MISS WALKER, SEND THE NEXT CANDIDATE IN!’’

His frustration and impatience however evaporated when the next girl walked in with a calm, sexy gait, a sensuous look on her beautiful face. She was tall, had long red hair, long and sexy legs and a big, apparently firm chest bulging through a tight T-shirt. Thinking at once that he may have something serious at last, Larry eyed her from head to toe before showing her the sofa in one corner of his office.

‘’Please sit down, miss. You have your résumé with

you?’’

‘’I do, Mister Berman.’’ She answered in a soft, mellow

voice. She then gave him a two-page document while she looked into his eyes with near hypnotic power. ‘’My name is Jennifer Woods. I arrived recently from Paris, where I was using the stage name of Mélanie D’Amour.’’

She then sat with him in the sofa and stayed silent as Larry read quickly her résumé. He had to say that he was impressed at once: that girl had performed for four years in some of the top cabarets of Paris and had also done some

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escort and modeling business there. She also supposedly spoke French, Spanish, Italian and German, on top of English.

‘’Well, I must say that this looks pretty good, Miss Woods. Have you any experience or training as an actress?’’

‘’Not formally, but some of my stage work involved a degree of acting. I am confident that I will be able to handle any job you give me, Mister Berman.’’

‘’You are, hey? We will see about that. Now, get up and undress.’’ She obeyed him but, to his satisfaction, didn’t do the mistake many of the previous candidates had done: to simply undress without making a show of it. What he got from Jennifer Woods was a strip number that quickly made his dick as hard as a steel bar. Her body, an athletic and supple one, could only be described as ‘fantastic’ and her chest was all that any man could wish for. Once naked, Jennifer crawled onto him while hypnotizing him with her large green eyes and her temptress smile, presenting her big tits to him.

‘’They are a hundred percent natural: you may check if you want, Mister Berman.’’

Larry didn’t have to be told twice and started fondling and licking her breasts, quickly becoming mad with desire. While he was still playing with her chest, Jennifer undid his belt, then his fly, pulling out his hard, erect penis.

‘’Let me take care of your birdie, Larry.’’

She then played manually with his dick for a few seconds before starting oral sex on him. Larry, waves of pleasure radiating from his cock, let out a moan when she impaled herself on him and started a grinding movement with her hips while letting his hands fondle her breasts. He climaxed within three minutes, pleasure exploding in him. Jennifer then exchanged a French kiss before he could catch his breath. When she straightened up, still impaled on him, he felt dead tired and spent, but happy.

‘’Hell, Miss Woods, you certainly didn’t lie about your abilities. You should have a very successful career in the porn film industry. Let’s talk business!’’

‘’With pleasure, Mister Berman.’’ she replied, coming off him and taking a tissue out of her purse in order to wipe the sperm and liquid dripping from her vagina, while Larry tuck back in his dick after wiping it with a tissue from a box conveniently left near the sofa. Jennifer stayed naked as he started speaking, something that suited him just fine.

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‘’I am due to start filming a new movie, a short one, in about a week, once the script is ready and I have found all the actors for it. I want you on it.’’

‘’Thank you, Mister Berman. I should tell you that I am studying at the university during daytime, and that I will be available only on evenings and weekends. I hope that this won’t be a problem for you?’’

‘’For that short film, no, as filming it will take maybe a weekend at most. For full length movies, however, it could become a problem. Are you sure that you really want to spend your next years studying?’’

‘’I do! The sex business is an unpredictable one and I wish to have an option for a more long-term career. How much do you offer me for that short movie role?’’

‘’Well, since you are an unknown to the public at large, you will understand that I can’t pay you premium wages. How about 200 bucks? That ain’t bad for a weekend of work.’’

Jennifer hid her disappointment then, having hoped for a lot more than that. She should however have expected that, considering the sleazy nature of this film producer. Still, she had to make her name somewhere, if she was to hope to find better offers in the future.

‘’I accept, Mister Berman.’’ she replied, making Larry smile with satisfaction.

‘’Excellent! Show back here on Friday evening, on September 22, at seven. We will then start filming. In the meantime, could I interest you in a more immediate job opportunity? I would like you to pose for a photographic session. I have an in-house photographer and you could do it right away.’’

‘’I will be happy to pose for him, Mister Berman.’’ said Jennifer, playing the pliant, willing girl.

Two hours later, Jennifer left the studio, fuming: that nude photo session had earned her a miserly forty dollars. She gave a dark look at the sign above the entrance to the studio.

‘’They should call it ‘The Cheapskates Studios’! Well, time to find something more serious than this.’’

She thought for a moment about the kind of place she should investigate next for her job search, along with where best to look. Then, since she would take delivery of her new car only tomorrow, she looked for a taxi, getting one to stop besides her after a minute.

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Jumping in on the rear bench seat, she gave a big smile to the driver, an obese man with a short beard and a half bald head.

‘’Would you know the nearest area where I could find a concentration of night clubs and entertainment establishments of good standing which could be interested in those, mister?’’

She raised the bottom of her T-shirt as she spoke, making her big tits pop out, along with the eyes of the taxi driver. The man smiled back at her while admiring her breasts.

‘’I think I know the place just for you, miss. It’s in Santa Monica, only a few miles from here. Consider yourself there.’’

True to his word, the taxi driver stopped his vehicle in front of what looked like a high-end strip club less than ten minutes later. A number of other clubs and bars lined up both sides of the street, which was connected to the Wilshire Boulevard. The driver pointed the entrance to the strip club while twisting his head to speak to Jennifer.

‘’This strip club, along with most establishments on this street, are either owned or protected by the Mafia. I am not saying that to you to scare you, but rather to say that they conduct serious business and take care of their employees. They also experience a lot less police harassment than other clubs and bars around the city.’’

‘’Thank you for the ride…and the advice, my good man.’’ said Jennifer, giving him a ten-dollar bill. Then, out of an impulse, she bent forward and inserted her head and torso between the driver’s seat and the front passenger’s seat, pulling up her T-shirt and presenting her breasts to the delighted driver.

‘’Here is the tip! You may fondle them for a few seconds.’’

‘’Why, thank you, miss!’’ replied the grinning driver, who then dove face-first in her left tit. After a short moment fondling and licking her breasts, the taxi driver regretfully straightened up and, taking one of his calling cards, gave it to her.

‘’If you ever need another ride, or more information, then don’t hesitate to call me, miss.’’

‘’Thank you, I will…Russell! By the way, my name is Jennifer. Thanks again for the ride.’’

First pulling back down her T-shirt, Jennifer then grabbed her large purse and exited the taxi, stepping on the wide sidewalk in front of the club’s entrance. She looked up at the neon sign of the club as her taxi drove away.

‘’The ‘PUSSYCAT CABARET’! Well, time to purr, Jennifer.’’

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She was about to walk to the entrance of the club when her eyes caught on one of the large posters flanking the double doors of the club. It was the imitation of an old-style Parisian cabaret poster from the 1930s, featuring dancing girls in the typical strippers’ attire of the time. Patricia/Jennifer slowed down and stopped as an avalanche of old mental images and souvenirs came back to her mind, returning her to 1932 and her first years on Earth. Shaking off the mental images with difficulty, Jennifer then resumed her walking, getting to the door of the club and ringing the buzzer there. A big, beefy man wearing a cheap suit answered the door, looking at her with a closed expression.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’Good afternoon, mister! My name is Jennifer Woods and I came to see if this club would be interested in my services as a dancer and stripper.’’ The doorman, who most probably saw dozens of beautiful women come through every day, looked her up and down with a professional eye, then nodded his head.

‘’Please come in: I will see if the boss will be willing to see you.’’

‘’Thank you, mister.’’

Letting her in, the man then showed to Jennifer a sofa in the entrance lobby, telling her to sit and wait there before disappearing through a door. He was back two minutes later and signaled at Jennifer to follow him.

‘’If you will please follow me, miss.’’

Jennifer got up from her sofa and entered a small anteroom where a female secretary was typing a letter, then walked into a large, luxuriously furnished private office adjacent to the anteroom. A handsome man in his late thirties or early forties and wearing a top-quality suit sat behind a huge mahogany work desk. A fleeting expression of stunned admiration appeared on the man’s face before he got up and walked around his desk to come shake hands with Jennifer, a welcoming smile on his lips. The trained eyes of Jennifer did not miss the slight bulge under the left side of his jacket, denoting the presence of a holstered gun. His voice was a deep, resonating one.

‘’Welcome to the ‘PUSSYCAT CABARET’, Miss Woods. I am Frank DeSoto, owner and manager of this club. I am told that you would be interested to work here as a dancer and stripper.’’

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‘’That’s correct, Mister DeSoto.’’ replied Jennifer while shaking his hand. The strength of her grip clearly surprised the owner, who however didn’t remark on it, instead showing her a sofa set in one corner of the office.

‘’Then, let’s sit and talk, miss.’’

Jennifer sat and crossed her legs, making her short skirt uncover more of her long, shapely legs. Frank DeSoto took a fleeting glance at her legs before sitting down, leaving a space between him and Jennifer, who gave him professional points for that: at least he was not going right away for the ‘casting couch’ method. While she could detect sexual desire in his thoughts, that desire was a controlled one. The club owner then spoke to her in a friendly, relaxed tone.

‘’So, Miss Woods, tell me why you came to my club, and not to some other club in Los Angeles.’’

‘’To be honest, Mister DeSoto, I arrived in Los Angeles only two weeks ago from Paris, where I have spent all my life, and knew next to nothing about this city. I asked around about a high-class club with a good, serious reputation and was told about your club. So, here I am!’’

DeSoto nodded once, apparently flattered by her description of his club.

‘’This is indeed a high-class establishment and I do care for the welfare of my employees, miss. You said that you lived all your life in Paris. Are you an American citizen?’’

Jennifer opened her purse and took out a copy of her résumé, handing it to DeSoto while answering him.

‘’I am, Mister DeSoto. My parents were an American expatriate couple living in Paris. Unfortunately, they recently died in a car accident. Here is a copy of my professional résumé.’’

‘’I am sorry to hear about your parents, miss. Please accept my sincere condolences.’’ said the owner before starting to read her résumé. His face stayed neutral during his lecture, but Jennifer could sense in his thoughts that he liked what he saw in the résumé. He finally looked back up at Jennifer and gave her a genuine smile.

‘’I must say that your résumé is quite impressive, Miss Woods. What kind of job are you after exactly?’’

‘’Well, I am due soon to start attending university classes by day. I was looking at working a few hours at night on week days, in order to sustain myself, reserving my weekends for university assignments and projects. As you were able to see in my

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résumé, I can sing and dance and played regularly in Parisian cabarets, on top of modeling from time to time. If I can do more than simply stripping on stage, that would be fine with me, but I will take what you will offer me.’’

‘’Then, show me how you dance and sing while slowly stripping, Miss Woods. I will then decide what position I can give you.’’

‘’With pleasure, Mister DeSoto. Do you have a phonograph, so that I could sing and dance to some instrumental music?’’

‘’I certainly do!’’ replied the owner while getting up from the sofa, to then walk to a low cabinet pushed against a wall in one corner. He turned his head to look at her as he was sifting through his collection of vinyl records.

‘’Do you have a favorite piece of music for dancing, miss?’’

‘’Do you have ‘Bolero’, by Ravel, by chance?’’

‘’Yes! That would indeed be perfect. You may take the floor now, miss.’’ Selecting a record and setting it on the phonograph, he started playing it, keeping the sound volume moderate while Jennifer positioned herself in the middle of the office, striking a stage pose. DeSoto returned to the sofa and sat in it as the music started and Jennifer started dancing and singing in French. The club owner looked on, truly fascinated, as Jennifer started slowly stripping while dancing and singing. She agreeably surprised him when she switched to singing in Italian after a minute or so, as she was now topless. She switched language again, this time to German, when she ended up fully naked, then approached in dancing steps the sofa, staring at Frank DeSoto with seducing eyes and a smile while her supple body moved in fluid motions at the rhythm of the music. The motions accelerated gradually with the rhythm of the music, until her dance attained a crescendo and stopped abruptly at the end of the record, with Jennifer now sitting astride DeSoto’s legs. The owner took a deep breath, nearly hypnotized by her, and gave her an admiring grin.

‘’Miss, this was about the best, most seductive strip dance I ever saw. You have yourself a job here. How about coming to perform on week nights, from eight to midnight, the hours for my prime audience. In fact, would you be ready to perform tonight?’’

‘’I would be happy to, Mister DeSoto. I would have a couple of questions for you, then.’’

‘’Shoot!’’

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‘’First, you may know that, in France, strippers can do full nudity. What about the laws here? What is permitted or accepted?’’

‘’Well, California regulations state that full nudity can happen only in establishments which do not serve alcohol. Since my customers are mostly of high class and are served drinks at their tables, my strippers keep at least a small, and I say small, G-string and cannot let the customers touch them.’’

‘’Fair enough! My next question is about pay and social status. If possible, I would like to be paid cash and not by check, while performing under a stage name. I would prefer in fact to stay under the radar of the tax collectors. Next, how much per night would you be ready to offer me?’’

DeSoto smiled when she mentioned the tax collectors.

‘’Miss Woods, I completely sympathize with your dislike of the IRS45. You will be paid cash, on top of the tips you will get from the customers, and I will keep my accounting for you under your stage name. That way, I also evade some taxes, so we both benefit here. As for your pay, you will get the standard hourly wage of my other strippers, plus a bonus for your singing and dancing talents. That will amount to ten dollars per hour, plus your tips. Many other clubs take a portion of the tips from their girls, on top of forcing them to give some money to the other employees, but my club is a classy establishment which caters to a respectable, well-to-do clientele, and the cover charges and drinks provide me enough of a profit to avoid having to fleece my girls. I do also happen to genuinely care for my girls.’’

Jennifer, still naked and astride Frank, smiled to him and gently caressed his cheeks, making him shiver with desire. As far as she could sense, the man was sincere and she was starting to feel a liking for him.

‘’I believe that you really do, Mister DeSoto. I accept your terms.’’

‘’Excellent! One last thing: under what stage name would you like to perform, so that I can have posters about you made?’’

Jennifer grinned at that question and answered by giving the name of her previous identity as a stripper in Paris.

‘’You may advertise me as Mélanie d’Amour, Mister DeSoto.’’

 

45 IRS: Internal Revenue Services.

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20:43 (California Time)

Friday, September 15, 1972

The PUSSYCAT CABARET

Santa Monica, California

‘’Cousin Nick! Welcome to my establishment! I must say that I am not honored by your visit very often.’’

Nick Durante, Capo46 of the Gambino crime family for Los Angeles, made a weak smile to his younger cousin Frank DeSoto.

‘’Well, let’s say that I needed to change my mood tonight.’’ On hearing that, Frank became quite serious and lowered his voice to a near whisper.

‘’Those greedy idiots from the Carmine Family are not trying to cause some troubles again, are they?’’

‘’The Carmines? No, thank God! The last lesson I served them seemed to have made them catch some common sense. Actually, I am having some female-related problems: my wife Monica has been giving me hell for a few days because of some stupid misunderstanding between us. I really could use some female smiles tonight, instead of getting only scowls.’’

Nick then half turned to present the man following him along with his usual two bodyguards.

‘’May I present you Mister Steve Merrick, the Assistant District Attorney for Los Angeles? I was hoping to talk business with him in a friendly, relaxing atmosphere.’’ Frank, accustomed to the corrupt, hypocritical practices of the justice and police systems in the Los Angeles area, smiled to the heavyset man with a bald head, shaking his hand.

‘’Welcome to the PUSSICAT, Mister Merrick. I’m Frank DeSoto, owner and manager of this cabaret. I hope that you will enjoy your evening here.’’

‘’I have heard a lot of good about your cabaret, including the fact that it caters to a distinguished class of customers.’’

Frank couldn’t help grin with hidden sarcasm on hearing that: most of his customers might have been rich and or influential people, but they could also be described more rightly as a bunch of hypocritical snobs. However, this is where the money was made these days. While most of his family relatives were part of organized crime or had

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connections to it, he personally had done his best to stay relatively clean. As the saying went, you can choose your friends, but not your family.

‘’I am pleased to hear that, Mister Merrick. Let me find a good table for you and for my cousin.’’

Frank then led the group to an empty table near the stage of the main lounge, pulling a chair for Nick, then for Merrick, before sitting himself at the table, while the two bodyguards sat at separate tables nearby. The Mafia capo smiled on eyeing the pretty and voluptuous blonde performing a strip on stage at the time.

‘’Aah, this should help me get in a better mood. You always hired prime quality girls, Frank.’’

‘’Glad that you like, Nick. You may be interested to know that I hired a new girl yesterday, a real young pearl coming straight from Paris. She has the body of a goddess, but more importantly she is truly talented as a dancer and singer, on top of speaking multiple languages, including Italian.’’

Nick looked at him with genuine surprise.

‘’Wow! She doesn’t sound like your typical stripper. She’s French?’’

‘’No, she is American but is the daughter of an expatriate couple. She came to Los Angeles to study at the UCLA and will dance here to help pay for her studies. She is due to do her show in about half an hour.’’

‘’Well, I will certainly stay for her act, Frank.’’

Nick then concentrated on Merrick, speaking with him in a low voice and discussing a few police and criminal matters of concern to him. Knowing when Nick wanted privacy, Frank excused himself and left the table to go attend to other arriving customers, after making sure that his cousin and Merrick got drinks free of charge.

Nick Durante was still conversing with Merrick while watching occasionally the stripper girls when an announcement by the D.J. of the cabaret made him look up at the stage.

‘’Ladies and gentlemen, the PUSSICAT is pleased to present you tonight the young and beautiful Mélanie d’Amour, direct from Paris!’’

‘’Aah, let’s see if my cousin didn’t exaggerate about her.’’ said Nick to the Assistant D.A. His eyes then locked at once on about the most beautiful girl he had ever seen as she slowly danced her way onto the stage on the instrumental tune of Ravel’s ‘Bolero’. Incongruously, she wore the conservative uniform of a typical European

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college schoolgirl, with pleated skirt, knee-length socks, blouse and blazer with school crest. She also wore a leather school backpack. She however had long, perfectly-shaped legs, a thin waist and a very generous chest. The girl also sang in French to the rhythm of ‘Bolero’ while dancing around the stage. After maybe a minute of stylish dancing and singing, the girl shed her first piece of clothing, in this case her backpack, soon followed by her blazer. Continuing to dance and sing, she took off in slow succession her blouse, revealing a black leather bra, then her two long socks, which turned out to be simple knit tubes covering the top part of knee-high black leather boots. Next came off the skirt, revealing a sexy black leather panty. Dancing to her discarded school backpack, the girl took a long leather bullwhip out of it and straightened up, whip in hand and the severe look of an S&M dominatrix now on her face. The rhythm and type of music then changed radically, becoming that of a fiery Spanish Flamenco piece. The girl resumed her dance while singing in Spanish and cracking her whip from time to time, then took off her bra, denuding a stunning, firm pair of breasts that made Nick’s eyes pop out and drew more than a few admiring gasps from the audience. Wielding her whip with apparent expertise while dancing around topless and staying close to the edge of the stage so that the customers could have a good view of her, the girl finally took off her panty, leaving her only wearing her boots and a tiny G string. Using her whip like a sex toy, she simulated masturbating herself while staring and smiling provocatively at Nick, making him ejaculate involuntarily in his shorts. Nick applauded wildly, like the rest of the audience, when the girl finished her number.

‘’Mama Mia! Frank was not exaggerating about that girl: she is pure dynamite!’’

‘’She sure is, Mister Durante.’’ agreed Merrick. The girl then climbed down from the stage, still wearing only her boots and G string, and started doing the rounds of the tables, allowing the ecstatic customer to slip dollar bills in the top of her boots or under the straps of her G string. When she arrived at Nick’s table, the latter slipped a twenty-dollar bill in the front of her G string.

‘’You were fantastic, girl. What is your name again?’’

‘’My stage name is Mélanie d’Amour, mister, but you can call me Jennifer. Thank you for appreciating my performance.’’

She then kissed him on the cheek, bending over and making her fabulous breasts hang down just above his left hand. It took Nick all his willpower not to raise his hand to fondle her breasts then. As she walked away towards the next table, Nick twisted his head to look up at Frank DeSoto, who had approached his table.

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‘’Frank, you will rub in the mud the nose of all the other owners of strip clubs in L.A. with this girl, mark my words.’’

‘’I sure hope so, Nick!’’ replied Frank, grinning with satisfaction. Nick then signaled him to bend down and whispered in his ear.

‘’Uh, does your girl accept to see customers in private after her show?’’

‘’I will ask her, but I will in turn ask you to take her to somewhere else then: I am doing my best to keep the vice squad off my back, if you see what I mean.’’

‘’I understand perfectly your concerns, cousin.’’

He then let Frank walk away towards the girl and saw him discreetly speak with her in a dark corner of the lounge. Nick felt his hopes, along with his dick, get up when he saw the girl nod to Frank before looking at Nick and giving him a wink. What he had been getting from his wife Monica in the last few days sure didn’t feel much like love.

Jennifer did another performance that evening, starting it dressed like a female police officer and attracting a roaring laugh from Nick Durante and his associate, before going back to her lodge to change into her street clothes. One of Nick’s bodyguards picked her up there and politely led her to a big waiting black Ford sedan parked in front of the cabaret. Getting on the rear bench seat with her bag, Jennifer sat besides Nick, gluing her side to his and kissing him.

‘’Thank you for the invitation, Mister Durante.’’

‘’I am the one thanking you, girl, and please call me simply Nick when in private. Tony, get us to the Sheraton Hotel!’’

As the driver pulled out of the parking spot, Jennifer kissed again Nick, this time on his lips, while guiding his hands inside her blouse, revealing to him the fact that she was not wearing a bra under it. Now crazy with desire, Nick did not try anymore to restrain himself and fondled her chest, then unbuttoned her blouse and bent down to lick her puffy nipples. She made things easier for him by turning around and saddling him, presenting her breasts directly in his face. She spoke softly in Italian to him while he licked and fondled her.

‘’Go ahead, my big Italian stallion! My pussy is on fire and wants your cock, badly.’’

The bodyguard sitting besides Nick, while keeping an apparently neutral professional expression, couldn’t help feel his own dick get as hard as a steel bar as he discreetly glanced from time to time at her gorgeous tits while Nick fondled them. The inside of the

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car quickly became quite warm by the time that it stopped in front of the main entrance of the Sheraton Hotel. With Nick and Jennifer straightening up their clothes before leaving the car, they then walked with the two bodyguards to the reception counter of the hotel, where Nick rented a luxury suite on the top floor. He walked with nearly indecent haste to the suite, finally closing the door of the suite’s master bedroom behind Jennifer and smiling to her.

‘’Finally: alone with you!’’

Jennifer smiled in turn and removed her blouse before walking slowly to Nick and hugging him, while her left hand caressed his hard penis through his trousers.

‘’Time to let your birdie loose, Nick. Show me what you can do with it.’’

‘’It won’t be long, my dear. First, though, I will prepare a bit the terrain in advance.’’

He soon proved to be an experienced lover, caressing and kissing her body all over while undressing her, then making her lie down on her back on the bed before starting cunnilingus on her. Jennifer’s breathing quickened as Nick’s tongue did its work on her clitoris and vulva. Nick kept up his work until a wave of pleasure exploded inside her, then got on top of her, inserting his penis inside her vagina in one smooth motion.

‘’Time to show you what I am capable of, my lovely Jennifer.’’ With Jennifer already plenty fired up and with her vagina well lubricated, Nick started pumping his dick in and out at a fast rhythm, making the pleasure waves return inside Jennifer. Being a vigorous man despite of his age, he kept the rhythm up until she climaxed for a second time in a row, while he himself climaxed with an intensity he had rarely felt before. Collapsing on top of her, he exchanged with her an avid French kiss. While Jennifer didn’t use that opportunity to suck in part of his life essence, not wanting to possibly hurt his health, she however made a silent ‘Charm’ magical spell on him. Gaining a near hypnotic hold on him, she let him lay in bed, straddling him while on her hands and knees and letting him admire and fondle her hanging tits while staring into his eyes and speaking softly to him.

‘’Tell me about you, Nick. Tell me how you do business and deal with people around you…’’

Hours later, with dawn closing in, Jennifer left the hotel by taxi, while Nick took his own car to discreetly return home before his wife could wake up. While she had no immediate use for most of the information she had gained from Nick Durante, Jennifer

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could certainly use it eventually to her own advantage. Besides, it had given her a better, clearer picture of who had power in the Los Angeles area and who was vulnerable, something always useful to know. The very substantial cash tip she had just received from the mafia boss was also a nice plus. On his part, Nick would be left with a dazed memory of having talked with Jennifer, but without remembering about what.

A week later, on Saturday, she returned to the Pink Films Studios to play in her first pornographic film, a completely forgettable short work composed of a string of sex scenes loosely tied by a mediocre scenario and titled ‘Harry’s obsession’. The whole thing took all of one weekend to film and left Jennifer rather disillusioned about working with that particular studio, even though she had been able to have her fill of sex during the production. She promised herself afterwards to be definitely more selective about which film studios she would work for the next time.

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