"Leave the bottle there," Gil said. "I want to make hors d'oeuvres of your pussy before we order supper sent up from room service, okay?"

"I think that would be nice," she said. "Ummm. I can just feel your tongue lapping all that sticky juice from between my legs. But you have to promise to shave first. I don't want your old beard to spoil everything."

Gil Turner reached up and rubbed his face.

"You're right. I forgot to shave. Sorry. It shall be done."

He got up then and went to the bathroom and Connie heard the sound of the electric shaver humming behind the closed door. She stretched and rubbed her jaw. Her mouth was only faintly tired. Yes, she thought, I'm going to enjoy this six months. I'll make a stud and prize-winning pussy-lapper out of him yet. And maybe at the end of six months the re-negotiation of the contract will be far different than he ever dreamed. He had a wife, of course, but his wife apparently knew very little about lovemaking. Six months was enough time to make a man an addict. Plenty of time. Before long she'd have him singing, I've Got You Under My Foreskin.

CHAPTER FOUR

Downstairs, still at poolside, Victor and Sherry were discussing her upcoming engagement in the Alpine Hotel at Lake Tahoe. Closing night at the Lucky Nuggett was only three days from now and Sherry was looking forward to it. Oddly, her attitude toward engagements followed a familiar pattern. She was always eager to move on to the next engagement, but by the time the engagement was over, no matter what its duration, she felt eager to move on to the next one.