(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/><em>"You still using that old thing? Blackberries are out, Androids are in. Or at least that's what the damn kids I've been forced to hire tell me,"</em><br/><br/>She grinned, even as she pulled one outfit from the rack, inspected it, and placed it back.<br/><br/>“I have six of these. They’re easier and more cost efficient to get rid of as I change numbers. Plus, you can’t get an Android on a prepay basis. You know, it’s too bad I don’t know one of those rich Hollywood types ... who might buy me an Ipad ... then maybe I could start a new filing system. Then you could over look my lack of technology in my phone choice.”<br/><br/><em>"Ah, blue, always such a great color on you." </em><br/><br/>Nicole peaked her head from the closet and rolled her eyes dramatically at him. She’d been about to pull out a short, off the shoulder blue dress. Instead, she stuck it back in and pulled out a short, black wrap dress. She hung it separately, on a hook near the door of the closet.<br/><br/>“You only compliment me like that ... when you want something from me, Sammy boy. Next you’ll probably tell me it brings out my eyes.”<br/><br/>Samuel Goldman had done a lot for her, more than she could ever repay. Thankfully for her, he found some sort of perverse pride in her doing well. Especially when he reaped the rewards for her success. Those rewards being that he drank her scotch while sitting in her bedroom, getting a free show as she pranced around in her underwear. But he was Sam, so it felt ... completely normal.<br/><em><br/>"Got another little gathering happening at my place next week. I was hoping you might be free. And not just me of course...plenty of others have inquired if you might be there."</em><br/><br/>“Speaking of your events ...”<br/><br/>He’d come here for a reason, he always did. And while he may be discussing the party at his home ... it really wasn’t why he was there. He could have called for that. It just so happened, that while he might be a snake and possibly not even the best looking man in town ... she liked him. And she liked fucking him. It was her way of giving him back what he gave her.<br/><br/>So she made her way to him, her eyes not betraying the way her body responded when he looked at her. If one were too look at her pretty face, they’d see a perfectly composed professional. Though if they looked between her thighs as she straddled Sam’s lap and placed his drink on the table ... they’d see something much different. Already, Nicole was wet for him.<br/><br/>“... I had Caroline Parish work a client for me. He really liked her, a lot.”<br/><br/>Her fingers worked his buttons with a practiced ease. His shirt fully open to her, Nicole ran her nails up and down his chest as she settled on his lap. She’d met Caroline at one of Sam’s gatherings a month or so ago ... so she figured he knew a bit more of the perky blond than she herself did.<br/><br/>“So, I was thinking about bringing her in ... full time. To take some of the load off of me.”<br/><br/>She leaned in, nibbling at his ear before moving to his lips and kissing him deeply, with tongue. As she continued, the words were breathed against his mouth, as she barely pulled away from the kiss to speak.<br/><br/>“She does it anyway, fucking her from one baller to the next ... at least this way, she can pay her bills.”<br/><br/>One hand slid down to massage his groin, the other to his chest again as she pulled away to look at him.<br/><br/>“What do you think?”<br/><br/>She stopped her caresses long enough to reach behind her and unsnap the blue lace. With a shrug of her shoulders the bra was off and she tossed it onto the bed. Her almost perfect breasts bared for him, as she wiggled her groin against his.<br/><br/>“And just what can I do for you this evening?”