This was what the audience liked, and they could tell her reluctance wasn't an act. But the girl had been well-fucked by well-hung studs for the past two weeks and after the animal had mounted her and Rashid had fed its long cock into her pussy, her screams of outrage slackened and she began to enjoy what she had been trained to enjoy. The audience cheered at her acquiescence and they began ordering champagne, cocktails, and drugs at a rate that Pierre's staff could barely keep up with.
Pierre loved his job. He grossed millions every year and he got to sample the "stars" before they went on stage. His only problem was finding new, acceptable talent.
But the Palestinian did pretty well. And Pierre had his sources.
And life was pretty good for Pierre Lemarge.
Chapter 1
Kim Stevens for just three months now, Mrs. Curt Stevens, wiped the tear from her cheek as she dutifully made her new husband's sandwich and put it into the brown paper bag. She had never expected that he would have to eat his lunch out of a sack like this when she married him, but that was but a tiny inconvenience. She didn't mind making him sandwiches. What bothered her was that she had to do it because they were too short of money for him to be able to eat in a restaurant the way other men of his calibre did. It was that that had led to her unhappy frame of mind this morning.
Curt had been in a foul mood lately, for at least the last month, since he had come to the realisation that he wouldn't be progressing very rapidly, if at all, in this company he had just gone to work for, Manson amp; Harvey International. It seemed that he was just doing mundane paper work, that he was what he called "a glorified secretary" and that he would not soon or ever have the opportunity to travel abroad and arrange for the big import and export deals he had dreamed of doing when he was in college studying his courses in international business. Now he was dreadfully disappointed in his position and seemed to be taking his frustration out on Kim.