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 CHAPTER 85

I had just put on my pants and I was tying my shoes, when I heard a
tap on my dressing-room door. Meg said, "Are you about ready?"
I answered, "Just about, come on in."
I was reaching for my shirt when she said, "Wait a minute, you'll get
make-up on it," and she grabbed a towel, wet it in the little sink,
and began wiping my back and arms. She seemed intent on what she was
doing, but when I turned around so she could do my chest she
hesitated, and her expression changed a little. She put her hand on my
chest, held it there for a minute, then she looked up at me and said,
"Jesus, I keep forgetting how big you are."
The way she said it was somehow sexy, and without thinking I pulled
her to me. Her eyes got big and I was about to kiss her, but at the
last minute she turned her head and said, "No Pete. Let's not
complicate things."
It wasn't the wisecracking tone she usually used; instead, she spoke
in a soft, feminine voice that was surprisingly appealing. I started
to apologize, but she held her fingers to my lips and looked at me for
a minute, and in the same low voice she said, "If only you were a few
years older."
"You mean I'm not old enough to kiss you?"
"Oh, you're old enough, but you're a distraction I can't afford right
now. The last thing I need is to get involved in another dead-end
relationship."
"So, one kiss would start a relationship?"
"I'm sorry Pete, but a kiss means more to me than it does other
people, and I don't want to start something that can't go anywhere."
"Where would you like a relationship to go?"
"The regular way, I suppose. I'm getting tired of trying so hard. This
constant pushing for a career is getting old, and the thought of kids
and a picket fence is sounding pretty good."
I suddenly got an idea and I asked, "What if Mr. Right came along?"
"I've yet to see a Mister Right. Why, do you have someone in mind?"
"Maybe. Are you busy this weekend?"
"I don't think so, why?"
"I'll let you know." 
While she was wiping me off she kept glancing up at me, but as soon as
she was done she quickly washed her hands and left. 

When I got home, I called Jay at his office. After I identified myself
to several different secretaries, he came online and said, "Hey Pete,
what's happening?"
"Are you still interested in meeting Marla, that friend of mine?"
"Damn right I am. What's up?"
"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but she and some friends are going
to be in La Jolla this weekend, and I wondered if you'd like to join
us down there?"
"Sure. What's the deal?"
I spent the next few minutes telling him about Marla's new job, and
why she was there; then I told him how I was suspicious about the guy
who was chasing her.
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Aha! So you want me
to go down there and save her from his evil clutches?"
"Something like that."
"Well, I don't care about the reason. I've been thinking about her,
and I'm looking forward to spending some time with her."
"That's uhh, great. I didn't realize you were that interested. But
there's one more thing."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, it's just that I was going to bring another girl with me."
"Why?"
"Mostly because she needs to get away. But also in case you and Marla
didn't hit it off."
"How many people are going to be there?"
"Three girls are there now, plus the one I'm bringing."
"You, me, and four girls! Fantastic."
"One of them is off-limits, but the others aren't."
"Un-fucking believable. Okay, when do we leave?"
"How about Saturday morning?"
"What about Friday after work?"
"I uhh, don't know about that. I don't know the girl I'm bringing that
well, and we don't have a place to stay."
"Relax pal, our family has a place down there. It's in Paradise Cove,
right on the water, and there's even a boat if we need it. It's a six
bedroom house, so there's enough room for everyone to stay for the
weekend if they want to."
"Wow, it sounds great, I'll talk to the girls and let you know."
"Fantastic. Here's my private cell number. Call me when you find out
what's happening."
"Okay Jay, but first, one question."
"Shoot."
"You're a good-looking guy, and you have a plenty of money. How come
you don't have a girl friend?"
It took a few seconds before he answered, "I had a girlfriend for a
long time. I thought we were going to get married, but I came home
early one day and found her with another guy. That was a year ago. I
swore off dating for a while and I've been concentrating on work."
"So, why so much interest in Marla?"
"Hell Pete, I don't know. Something about her intrigues me. That night
you brought her to that biker joint in Hollywood, I couldn't keep my
eyes off her. All those people you saw me with are loaded and the
girls they were with all come from wealthy families. But the girls are
all alike. Marla was the only one that stood out, and I haven't been
able to get her out of my mind."
"Fair enough, I'll get in touch with everyone and let you know."
"Okay, but first, let me ask you a question. You say you're bringing
an extra girl, what's she like?"
I fibbed a little and said, "She's an actress. She's twenty five,
smart, and very attractive."
"Why aren't you dating her?"
"She's twenty five. She says she's too old for me."
"Hahaha, ain't that a bitch. So, who are you planning to be with?"
"A girl named Monique is there. I thought I'd spend some time with
her."
"Hmm. It sounds like there are too many girls. Why don't I bring a
buddy of mine along?"
"Is he a good guy?"
"Yes, he's a very good guy, and one of my oldest friends. He was
married, but his wife died in a skiing accident a year and a half
ago."
"How old is he?"
"He's twenty nine. He owns a Dot-com company and he's doing very well,
but he's been bummed since his wife died. I don't think he dates much,
and your friend might be just what he needs."
"Okay, let me see what I can do."
I called Mom first, and I told her about the talk that Dad and I had
about taking our plane for a ride, then I mentioned I might be
spending a night or two with Tammy and the girls in La Jolla.
Surprisingly, she said it was fine with her, because she wanted to
spend the weekend with Erin and Amy, shopping for clothes.
Next I called Tammy, and after I verified that she, Monique and Marla
would be going to La Jolla on Friday, I told her I'd be coming down
there, and that we'd all been invited to stay a few days with a friend
who had a house on the beach in Paradise Cove. When I mentioned
Paradise Cove, she gasped and asked, "Did he actually say it was right
on the water?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wow, those places go for five million and up. You guys are going to
have a ball."
"What do you mean 'Us guys'? Won't you be there?"
"No, I have to come back Saturday morning. Tony and I are hosting a
dinner party for some business people Saturday night."
"What about Marla and Monique?"
"Marla is doing interviews Saturday morning, but she should be
finished around noon. Monique is doing a photo shoot for us in the
morning, I don't know exactly how long it'll take, but it's a 'first
light' session. They start early, but they are usually over around ten
or eleven. After that, they are both free for the rest of the
weekend."
We talked for a while longer, then I asked if I could speak to Marla.
She transferred me, and when Marla got on the line I told her about
coming there, and mentioned I was bringing a friend to meet her.
She asked, "Who is it?"
"It's Jay, the guy you met at the biker place in Hollywood."
"Isn't he the one who keeps pestering you for my number?"
"Uh-huh."
"Let me get this straight. You, the guy I've been sleeping with, are
going to bring down a friend of yours to meet me? Hmm, this sounds
kinda kinky."
"C'mon Marla, I know you're teasing me. Jay is a nice guy. I know he
likes you, and I think you'll like him."
"Would he still like me, if when you got here I dragged you out of the
car and made love to you on the hood?"
"Marla! I'm serious. Jay is a nice guy, and he's a much better match
for you than I am. Besides, I'm going to fly up, and I'm bringing a
girl with me."
"A girl! Who?"
"It's just a girl I work with. Actually, I'm bringing her along to
meet a friend of Jay's."
"Oh. So, where are you guys staying?"
"Jay's family has a house there. I'll tell you about it later this
week."
"Well, I'm free Friday evening, but I have a date with my contractor
friend Saturday night."
"Is there any way to break it?"
"Sure, say the word, and I'll spend the weekend with you."
"C'mon Marla, I'm serious."
"No, I don't think so. It wouldn't be fair to him."
"Well, let's see how things go. Is Monique there?"
"I'll transfer you. Are you, uhh, gonna spend time with her this
weekend?"
"I haven't talked with her yet, but I think so."
"Good. We thought she was a little strange at first, but Tammy and I
have grown to like her. She doesn't talk much, but lately she's opened
up a bit, and when she does talk, it's either about her sister or you.
So, as long as I can't have you, I think you should be with her."
"Oh, so now you're my social secretary."
"Damn right. Tammy and I don't want you messing with strangers."
"So you want to keep everything in the family."
"Yup. And if things don't work out with her, I may sneak into your
room this weekend and give you a tune-up."
She was laughing when she put me on hold, and a second later Monique
was on the line. I don't know why, but it's always a shock to me when
I hear her voice. Like everything else about her, even her voice is
beautiful, and it took me a second to gather my thoughts before I was
able to talk to her and tell her that I was coming down for the
weekend, and I'd like to spend some time with her. She surprised me by
seeming to be excited about it, and I told her I would get back to her
later with details.
Finally, I called Meg, and I guess her caller-ID told her who I was,
because she answered with, "Okay, I might sleep with you, but I'm not
going to kiss you!"
I lowered my voice a few notches and said, "Uhh, hello, this is Pete's
father. Are you Meg?"
There was a gasp, and she stuttered, "Oh, M-Mister Baker, I'm sorry,
I-I was only kidding. I didn't mean..."
I cracked up laughing, and a second later she screamed into the phone,
"Pete, you asshole, I'll get you for that."
I came back with, "Okay, how about this weekend?"
A little calmer now, she asked, "What about this weekend?"
"A few of us are going to La Jolla this weekend, and I'd like you to
come along."
"Pete, I was kidding when I said I'd sleep with you."
	"Relax, I knew you were teasing me. This is strictly on the
up-and-up. You'll have your own room, and no-one will bother you
unless you want them to."
"Who else will be there?"
"Have you ever heard of WE?"
"The fancy Beverly Hills salon? Of course, everyone has. Why?"
"The owner is a friend of mine. She's opening a salon down there, and
she and some of her staff are going to be there."
After a slight pause she said, "You never cease to amaze me. You
actually do know everybody in the entire fucking world. So, why are
you inviting me?"
"Because you need to relax, and there will be some people there I'd
like you to meet."
"You're not trying to fix me up with a date are you?"
"Look, there'll be some guys there, but what happens is up to you. You
have my word that you'll be okay. And I'll be around if you need me."
She sounded a little better, when she said, "Isn't that a little like
the fox guarding the hen house?"
"When the hens are as foxy as you are, you need someone like me to
make sure the hen house is safe."
That got a laugh out of her, and said she'd call me in the morning to
tell me what time to come to the studio and let me know about the
weekend.

I woke up Wednesday morning feeling as though something was missing,
and it took a while for me to realize what it was. I had gone to sleep
last night thinking about the coming weekend instead moping about
Sylvia. The ache returned, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before.
Meg called around nine o'clock to tell me to be at sound stage seven
at the studio around ten-thirty. I asked about the weekend, and she
immediately said okay. I asked what made her decide to go, and she
said she would tell me when I got to the studio. So I showered, threw
on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and drove to the studio. When I found
where sound stage seven was, I saw Meg and Mrs. Devon, already there,
talking with the director. When I walked up, Meg came to me, and she
looked peeved when she said, "Sit down somewhere, I'll come and get
you in a minute." She went back to the discussion, and a few minutes
later she came back and said, "Go to the make-up trailer, I'll meet
you there in a few minutes."
I went to the trailer, and again they applied make-up to my chest and
arms, but this time it was more even, and not so dark. Then a wardrobe
person handed me a sweatshirt, a pair of sweat pants, and some boxer
shorts. I stepped behind a curtain to put them on, and a few minutes
later Meg showed up. On the way back to the sound stage she said,
"Your part in this was supposed to be a small one, but that faggot
director added the grass-cutting scene, and now he wants you to do
another scene."
"What kind of scene?"
"You're supposed to be getting ready for bed. You're standing next to
a window, and the girls are spying on you from the house next door."
"So, what am I supposed to do, a strip-tease?" 
"No, just pretend you're getting ready for bed. Do the best you can,
but don't worry about it. The scene will never make it to the screen."
"Then why am I doing it?"
"You're doing it to please the director. He likes to see you with your
shirt off." 
"I'm surprised that Mrs. Devon allows this kind of thing."
"The right director can make or break a show, and this guy is the
best. He wasn't even going to do the show until he found out that you
were in it."
"Where does he know me, from?"
"I think he may have seen you at Epstein's party."
"Well, he better not try anything with me. If he does, I'll kick his
ass."
"He won't. He'll wait to see if you make the first move."
"Do a lot of guys go for this crap?"
"Sure, some guys will do anything for their career. Girls will too.
I'm sure you've heard of the casting couch."
"Have you ever been on a casting couch?"
"That's none of your business. Now, go do the scene, and make it
convincing."
"Even though they're probably won't use it?"
"Yes. You are supposed to be an actor. Go behave like one."
I followed her to the sound stage and onto a set. The set was just a
portion of an outside wall of a house. There was a window in the wall,
and under it was a flower box with a few plants in it. Standing a few
feet in front of the window was a camera on a dolly. The camera was
facing the window, so I walked over next to it and looked to see what
the camera saw. When I looked through the window, it appeared to be a
typical bedroom. There were curtains inside, but they were pulled
back, and I could make out the foot of a bed. Meg took me behind the
wall and showed me some yellow tape on the floor. Then she said,
"Those are your marks. Stand there, and when he says 'Action', take
off your shirt, take off your pants, and head toward the bed." 
So, for the next hour, I kept taking off my pants and shirt as though
I was getting ready for bed. I must have done it a dozen times. The
first few times it was rehearsal, then the director called "Filming,"
and I did it a lot more times. In the beginning, I just stripped to my
shorts and stepped away from the window. Then he wanted me to take off
my shirt, stretch, then drop my pants, and step toward the bed.
Finally, he said to take off my shirt, stretch, yawn, then slowly
crawl over the foot of the bed. I think it would have gone on for a
while longer, but I saw Mrs. Devon go to the director and talk to him.
A minute later the director came over and looked at me for a minute,
then he said, "Thank you Peter, you did very well," and he walked
away. 
It was kind of creepy. It wasn't what he said, it was the way he
looked at me when he said it, and it made my skin crawl.
The getting in and out of the sweats had them covered with make-up,
and I was trying to brush myself off, when Meg came to me and said,
"Go have a seat, I'll be back in a minute," and she went back to Mrs.
Devon. They talked for a minute, then Meg came back to me. She was
shaking her head when she said, "He may be a great director, but he's
an asshole. He wants you to come to his office and discuss a part in
another film he's working on."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"No, it isn't, that's not the way things are done. If he wants to talk
to you about work, he's supposed to go through your agent. He just
wants to get you alone." 
"He better not try. When this thing is over I may go kick his ass just
for the fun of it."
"Don't go burning bridges. He won't bother you unless you let him know
you're interested. Myrna told him you couldn't make it because you had
another gig. Besides, he has a bodyguard that goes everywhere with
him. But enough of that; go change your clothes and meet me for
lunch."
I went back to wardrobe and changed. Then I grabbed a bicycle, and
when I got to the commissary, Meg was standing outside, talking to her
fat friend, Carl, and he seemed to be angry. I parked the bike and
when I got close enough, I heard him say, "Bullshit! I don't care what
kind of plans you have. Cancel them," and he pushed her. It wasn't a
hard push, but she had to step back to catch herself, so I went over,
stepped between them and asked, "What's going on here?"
He glared at me for a second, then he said, "I know you, you're that
kid from the Devon pilot. Stay out of this, it's none of your
business."
I put my finger in his face and said, "I'm making it my business. Why
are you pushing my friend around?"
He backed up a little and answered, "I uhh, didn't know you were
friends. She's supposed to go out with me this weekend, and now she
says she's busy."
I stepped closer, stared down at him and said, "Don't you ever touch
her again. If she says she's busy, then she is." 
He looked like he was going to say something, then he looked me up and
down, looked at her, and he visibly wilted. It was as though someone
let the air out of him, and he said to her, "You're dating him, aren't
you," and he turned and walked away. 
When I turned to Meg, she was shaking slightly, but she looked up at
me and said, "It's about time you got here. A girl could starve
waiting for you," and she turned and went into the lunch room.
After she had eaten enough that I could see her over the pile of food
on her plate, I asked, "So you're going with me this weekend?"
"Uh huh."
"What made you decide?"
"I talked with Erin and Mrs. Devon. They both said you're harmless."
"Harmless! Did they really say that?"
She grinned, "No, they said that if you promised to feed me well, I
should go with you." 
I raised an eyebrow, "They didn't say that either, did they?"
She put her hand on my arm and said, "No, they just said that you were
a good guy, and I could trust you. So, when are we gonna leave?"
"Let me talk to the other people. Am I working tomorrow?"
"We're shooting some stills in the afternoon, but I don't know about
Friday yet."
"Okay, call me tomorrow and let me know where I need to be, and I'll
talk to you then."
She got up from the table, then she stopped, looked at me and said,
"Thanks for coming to my rescue, but don't be mad at Carl. He isn't a
bad guy. He has helped me a lot, and I guess he thought there was
something going on between us." 
"I'm not mad at him, I feel sorry for him. Going out with someone as
pretty as you are must have been a fantasy."
Her eyes narrowed, and she cocked her head and looked at me, then she
kissed me on the cheek, and walked out the door.
 
It was still early when I got home, so I hit the exercise machine for
an hour. Then I showered, slipped on a pair of shorts, and lay down on
my bed. I guess I dozed off, because a knock at the door woke me, and
still a little groggy, I said, "Come in." 
Cindy opened the door, and when she saw me in bed, she asked, "Are you
okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just taking a nap. What's going on?"
"I uhh just wanted to drop off some stuff from school."
I yawned, then I pointed to a chair and said, "Lemme see."
She sat down and handed me some papers. A couple of them were notices
from the school board, and there was a copy of the little four-page
school newspaper. I was looking through it, when Cindy cleared her
throat, and when I looked up she said, "Umm, Pete, you were, uhh,
going to show me how to drive?"
Shocked, I jumped out of bed and said, "Oh Cindy, I'm sorry, I forgot
all about it. Do you have some time right now?"
"Uh-huh, how about you?"
I looked at the clock. It was a little after three, so I said, "I have
to be somewhere later, but we can get in an hour or so."
I slipped into my shoes, and as I was pulling a t-shirt on, she said,
"Pete."
"Yes?"
She was grinning when she said, "Do you know that most of the times
I've been in your room you haven't been wearing a shirt."
I grinned back at her and said, "Well, I'll take it back off if you'll
do the same."
Still grinning, she began to unbutton her blouse, so I sat back to see
how far she would go. She took off her blouse and was reaching back to
unbutton her bra, when I said, "Stop!"
The smile faded, she got a hurt look on her face, and she said,
"You're never going to make love to me, are you?"
I answered, "Don't say never, but not now. We've been over all this,
and as I said before, I want your first time to be with someone really
important."
"But you are important, I think about you all the --"
I broke in with, "Cindy, please," and she reluctantly began putting
her blouse back on. 
I drove us to a deserted road not far from our house, and for the next
hour or so she drove back and forth. She was a fast learner, and
before long she was staying in the lane, and coming to smooth stops.
It was obvious that she was having fun, so when I said it was enough
for today she sat there for a while, flushed and smiling. We changed
seats, and were nearly home when she said, "Jake talks to me every day
at school and he calls me every night."
"Good. He's a good guy and it sounds like he's really interested."
I dropped her at her house, and she stood at the curb watching me
until I drove out of sight. 
When I got home, my machine was blinking. It was Nell, saying I could
come to her place whenever I was ready, and not to eat first. 
I got there around five o'clock, and when I knocked, it took a minute
before the door opened. She was on a cell phone, and she motioned me
to follow her. She was talking in a language that sounded Asian, and
she seemed to be fluent in it. I followed her to a comfortable-looking
room. 
There was a fireplace on one wall, and a big plasma-screen TV was set
into a space above it. The wall at the end of the room was
floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, jammed with books. In the corner of the
wall opposite the fireplace there was a tall cabinet, and on the same
wall, directly across from the fireplace was a long sofa, and in front
of the sofa, surrounded by a few chairs, was a large, chest-type
coffee table with drawers. Sitting on top of it was a tray of snacks
and a wine decanter. She pointed me to the sofa, and stepped to the
other side of the room to continue her conversation. She was wearing
what first appeared to be a long dress, but when she turned, I
realized it was a silky-looking robe with a sash tied at the waist.
The bottom part opened slightly, and for a second I could see her leg
all the way to her thigh. I was finishing my second stuffed mushroom
when she walked over in front of me. Still on the phone, she stood
there watching me while she talked. I noticed when she came over that
she was wearing sandals with medium-length heels. In heels like that
she was well over six feet tall, and she looked like a statue standing
there. A very tall, very attractive statue. Finally, she finished her
conversation, and she pulled open a drawer in the coffee table and
threw the phone inside. Then she stepped over to me and said, "Stand
up." 
I did, and she reached for me. The kiss wasn't a peck, it was a real
kiss that went on for a long time, and ended with us grinding our
bodies together. By the time we stepped back, her face was flushed and
I had a major hard on. Her voice was a little shaky when she said, "I
missed you."
"I missed you too. It's been a while, and I want to ask you some
questions."
"Okay, we'll get to that in a minute. In the meantime, would you like
some wine, or a soft drink?"
I said a Coke would be fine and I sat back down and watched her as she
went to the chest in the corner. As she moved, her robe opened again.
I couldn't see anything, but it made me want to stare, 'just in case'.
When she reached the cabinet, the whole front opened to reveal a small
bar, refrigerator and all. She took out a can of Coke and poured it
into a chilled glass. She came back and handed it to me, then she
poured herself a glass of wine from the decanter on the coffee table,
and sat in a chair, facing me. 
Then she said, "Okay, ask your questions."
"Why me? Why did you pick me for this modeling thing?"
She answered, "That's easy, I did it because I like you."
"I like you too, but what does..."
She interrupted, "I like you a lot."
"Good, but what does that..."
Her face was sober when she said, "Pete, you know that I'm part of a
rather large company. It's a family thing, and there are some internal
problems. I met you just about the time my husband made some decisions
that I don't agree with. One of the things is, he wants to hire a
model we've used before. The guy is from a New York agency, and we've
used him before. He works well, but I don't like him for several
reasons. First, he's a druggie. Second, he and my husband are having
an affair. I don't mind either one of those things, but he's into
heavy drugs, and so are the people he hangs with. I don't trust him,
or the effect he seems to have over my husband, and I definitely don't
like his friends."
It took me a second to process what she said, then I asked, "You don't
mind that your husband is having an affair?"
"No, we've had an 'arrangement' from the beginning. He does his thing,
I do mine."
"You say that you don't mind drugs. Are you into drugs?"
"Only the light stuff, I'll smoke a joint once in a while, and do some
blow occasionally, but that's all."
"Okay, but why use me as a model. Why not use someone with
experience?"
"You don't have to be a brain surgeon to be a model. Our people will
teach you all you need to know."
"Yes, but that still doesn't tell me why you want to use me."
"All right, here's the deal. My husband is the titular head of the
company, but I pull a lot of the strings. I had to get someone in
place before he slipped his friend into the job, so I chose you."
"How did you know I wasn't a criminal or something?"
She raised an eyebrow at me and said, "I had my people check you out.
You don't appear to be a major terrorist or anything, and you're good
in bed, so I figured you'd do."
Her mouth curled into a smile as she said the last, so I countered
with, "Hmm, does that mean I have to repay you by letting you have
your way with me tonight?"
"Maybe, but first, do you have any other questions?"
"Yes. I heard about a nude painting hanging in a gallery in New York.
Someone said it looks a lot like me." 
"It does, but it's not there anymore, someone bought it."
"Did you have something to do with it?"
"Yes."
"Did you paint it?"
"No, a friend of mine did."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I will. That's one of the reasons I invited you over tonight."
"Do you want to talk about it now?"
"No. First, I want to have a glass of wine, then I want you to tell me
how sexy I look when I'm naked."
"You're not naked."
She smiled, then she said, "Not yet." Then, still smiling, she reached
into a drawer in the coffee table, pulled out an envelope, and sat
back in her chair. She raised an eyebrow, then she slowly moved her
legs apart. Not far, but wide enough that the split in her robe opened
a little. I couldn't see anything but the lower portion of one leg,
but somehow, it was a very sexy move, and my hard-on began to return.
Finally, she leaned forward, set the envelope in front of me, and
said, "I was asked to give you this."
The envelope had "Rules" written on it. I opened it and pulled out two
sheets of paper. One was an official-looking document. It took me a
second to realize what it was, and after I read it, I stared at her in
disbelief.

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