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The unfaithful girlfriendShe was tall, he guessed about five-nine that afternoon, and her Paris-styled auburn hair accented the jet-set beauties of her elegantly beautiful face. And that body of hers was in a category by itself! Her breasts were huge and full, but deliciously proud and firm, without a trace of sag to detract from her glamorous profile. He wondered even then, from that fleeting glimpse, how this magnificent celebrity would look without those Saks originals… in fact, without anything at all, just her fabled body stretched nude across a king-sized bed. Phillip remembered now that he'd quickly crossed that silly daydream from his thoughts. If only he had known what the future held for him! He had been reading a terribly outdated copy of Women's Wear Daily, just to have something to occupy his mind, when he suddenly realized that the displaced voice he'd heard was talking to him. "You must be Phillip Wright?" it said. He looked up, startled, from his paper. It was Valerie Dodge, standing right by his shoulder. He'd failed to notice her reenter the reception room. "Right… but how did you know that?" he asked, manfully aware that the swarm of delicious young lovelies had hushed their nervous buzzing and was intently focused on him as he courteously rose quickly to his feet. "It's not magic, really, love," she purred, "Jessica was just mentioning you to my husband when I went in for a file." She paused and glanced him over, a quick cursory appraisal, but one obvious enough to gain the young man's attention. "Would you like to come in to my office a moment?" Phillip hesitated… not from disinterest, but disbelief ...» |
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