Her breasts too were large and firm and he could see that she wasn't wearing any kind of brassiere, her nipples would at various times harden and press again her tight sweater and Philip Randolph at one point thought he would go out of his mind with desire. However, he knew that he had to play his cards correctly and anyway he didn't have to worry, he had the ace up his sleeve.

"Well Julie, that's fascinating," he smiled now as the young woman finished her story, "yes Al Cortini told me a little about you."

"Al Cortini," Julie caught her breath sharply at the mention of the gallery owner who had given her her first big show in San Francisco… and lots more besides that!

"Yes, why are you so surprised Julie, all we big art dealers in the country know each other, some of us quite intimately. Al and I have been friends for years, we've shared quite a few things in our time… do you know what I mean Julie?"

"I'm not sure Mr. Randolph," Julie said slowly knowing now full well what he was aiming at. Oh curse, thought the young artist to herself, I thought that would be the last time I'd have to fuck a gallery owner to get my work exhibited… Damn! Why does life catch up with you.

"I think you do Julie. Let's put it this way, you go home, think about it. If you want to give me what I want then I'll give you a one woman show and believe me Julie, you'll be made here in New York City after that, there'll be no need of favors after that for you my dear, believe me… but… for your first show, you'll have to give a little something more than your art work. Call me tomorrow."

Julie realized that her interview was over, she was stunned. It was true a show had been offered her but the terms were a little steep, she would have to think about it… she would have to think about it a lot!