Sam Goldman strolled in like he owned the place, which was likely just a carry over habit from when he did own the place. Now Nicole was doing quite well and have taken over payments herself. He'd never asked her to, but it was enjoyable to see his less public project and talent find being so successful. But as he'd known all along, with a body, face and cold hard practicality like her's, it would be hard not to be very, very successful.<br/><br/>She had stood out a few years ago, not the tattooed up, crack junkie strippers his lesser clients always hired for any given occasion. Stood out, and soon became his 'acquaintance' at his events. She became requested often at those events, and so he really set her on the right path. Now that path was her own luxury apartment, all business all the time, and enough money to truly enjoy life. And Sam knew she was just getting started.<br/><br/>Sam watched her disappear into the closet, hovering over her phone. "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," he joked as he poured himself a scotch from the decanter in her kitchen.<br/><br/>He waltzed into the fancier of the bedrooms and took a seat, looking into the closet at her. "Ah, blue, always such a great color on you." He commented, but didn't stop her picking out clothing. The banter had become half the fun with her. Ok, maybe not half, but certainly part of it anyway. He got comfortable, sipped the 20 year old drink, and enjoyed the view.<br/><br/>After a moment of enjoying himself he smiled and spoke up again, "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." Nothing about his gathering were little...nor was his 'place'. But for all his money, he never liked speaking of it. Just making a ton of it, and spending it on the best life had to offer.<br/><br/>Sam took another sip, and admired his friend, his bad habit, and favorite whore. Although he guessed that's never actually what she was to him....Sam never paid. He enjoyed all the perks because he maid sure she met all his friends and clients that would pay ridiculous amounts to fuck her. Sam could attest...she was worth ever cent.