"What?"

He concealed his smile. "It might just work."

Nichole slid out of the leather chair, kneeling on the floor, her dress sliding up over her nakedly exposed young loins. "What, Web? I'll do it! You know that! I'll do anything you want me to do!"

Web cocked his head to one side. "Would you betray a friend for me?"

"What?" Nichole looked distressed.

"Would you betray a friend? Would you bring me a new girl?"

"Yes!" Nichole leaped at the idea.

Web held up a finger. "It can't be just anyone. It must be a good friend and she must be attractive. I don't want you hiring any prostitute."

"I won't, I won't."

"This little exercise is as much for you as it is for me. Think of it. A complete betrayal. I want you to seduce a friend until she's just as depraved as you are now." He got to his feet and pointed to the chair behind her with one long thin finger. "In a matter of weeks or days, I want a friend of yours in that chair using that vibrator the way you just did."

Nichole jumped. The plastic vibrator was buzzing still in her hand. She shut it off. "Yes! I'll do it!"

"And it will excite you, won't it?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

"You'll enjoy it, won't you?"

"Yes!"

"Very well. Who will it be?"

"Huh? What? Who?"

Web strode around the desk and looked down at her as she subserviently knelt in front of him. She was afraid of his tall figure towering over her. Her mind raced for a name. It couldn't be anyone. It had to be someone special or he wouldn't be pleased at all and, above all, she had to please him. Her hand brushed across her forehead. Who? Who? Her face suddenly lighted up. "I know," she cried.

"Who?"

"Kim. Kim Stewart. She lives in Carmel." Web nodded. Kim Stewart. Fine. Kim Stewart is it.

CHAPTER TWO