LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

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Chapter 4
Larry Holmes awakened refreshed and rested after his long night of work in the studio, selecting and
rejecting the latest stills for the new pin-up magazine, due out on the first of the month for publication. If
he had a choice, he would have gone to that Hollywood party with Ellen last night, but he reneged at the
last moment, knowing that the deadline would not be met if he did. Now that his work was completed
and he could safely assume a large profit for his toils, he considered the new day with a feeling of
optimistic adventure.
He quickly showered and dressed, then made his way down to the sunny kitchen overlooking the ocean,
hoping that Ellen would be up and preparing breakfast.
The kitchen was empty and the rest of the house was still quiet. Apparently Ellen had another rough
night of it, he chuckled to himself as he turned on the electric range and plugged in the coffee pot. It was
a well-known fact that his sister had one of the busiest cunts in town and would take on anyone, man or
woman, if she felt inclined to do so. That was the beauty of sex, he thought, the more you used it, the
more awakened your senses became, until like Ellen, you prowled around other unsuspecting civilized
people just waiting for a new conquest, always horny and hot and never satisfied with the new encounter
after it had been used.
He had his usual hearty breakfast of fresh fruit, two boiled eggs, Danish pastry and coffee which he
consumed in rapid gulps. Now he was ready for his first cigarette of the day, smoked in a holder with a
filter in it to soften the harsh bite of the tobacco. He poured himself a second cup of coffee and sat down
at the table again to study the contents of the manila folder that Ellen had left out for him the night before.
The cover of the folder was labeled in bright red ink, "New Inventory."
Larry opened the folder and smiled approvingly down on a glossy photo of Patricia Massey, one that
Jennifer had taken from her portfolio when she was out of her room. He reread the name attached to the
picture, and recalled his conversation over the phone with Jennifer a few days back.
Jennifer really was a very good agent, he thought, tracing the outline of Patricia's body with the tip of his
finger. He and Ellen had reason to be extremely grateful to the girl, for without her a large proportion of
their amatory adventures could never have happened: she seemed to have a special talent for picking out
the most exciting, the ripest girls that were available ...
He closed the folder and took a deep drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke completely fill his lungs,
then slowly exhaling it into the air forming his lips around it in a tight oval ring. Larry's expert eyes
correctly identified Patricia as a relatively innocent young ex-suburbanite who wanted to make it big in
the city. He had met the type on many previous occasions and they were invariably the most exciting, the
most adaptive of lovers. But lately the supply of such girls appeared to be dwindling. Perhaps
Hollywood was losing its appeal for them; the myth that the movie capital was a Mecca of golden
opportunities was possibly in the process of being shattered.
How ingenious of Jennifer to find one of this fast-dying species! She was worth every penny of the large
fee she charged him for such rare and captivating girls. Larry smiled as he thought of what a delicious
encounter it would be to have a fresh new body under him again ... there was no doubt in his mind that
he would have her, and soon.
The kitchen door suddenly opened, breaking his reverie, and a magnificently proportioned girl entered
the room. She looked as if she had just stepped out of the shower and was clothed only in a scant
transparent negligee and panties.