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CHAPTER 79

DeLucca's friend Tyra, was even more striking than the last time I saw
her. People around her actually moved back in awe as she stepped into
the patio. She was wearing a silky-looking white dress that
accentuated her black skin, and she practically glowed. I think she
was looking for a place to sit or stand when she spotted me. She
smiled, I nodded, and she started toward me. Meg had just finished her
phone call, and she was staring, wide-eyed as Tyra approached. Tyra
doesn't walk, she sort-of glides, and when she got to me, she stopped,
and in that musical voice of hers, she said, "It is most excellent
seeing you again Mister Baker."
A little flustered, I answered, "It's uhh, nice seeing you as well,
Tyra. You're looking wonderful, as usual."
Watching her was amazing. Her liquid brown eyes were looking straight
at me when she was talking, then, almost in slow motion, she tuned her
head toward Sylvia, then to Meg, and said, "Ahh, and these beautiful
women must be with you?"
I pulled myself together and introduced Sylvia and Meg.
Very formally, she turned to face them and said to each one of them,
and said "Hello, my name is Tyra." 
She was wearing low shoes, so she and Sylvia were about the same
height, but she bent slightly, so she wouldn't tower over her, when
she addressed Meg. Sylvia had a curious look on her face, but Meg was
in shock, and she was mumbling, "Nice to meet ya," when a booming
voice cried, "Hey look, it's Pete!" 
It was Robert Delucca, and he walked over, followed closely by Epstein
and some others. It wasn't until he got close that I noticed Ceil
Cohen behind him. Epstein watched with curiosity when Delucca stuck
his hand out and said, "Hi Pete."
I answered, "Hi, Mister DeLucca," and after we shook hands, he
continued, "I just got in from New York. I saw that lovely wife of
yours perform this week. She's terrific."
"Uhh, yeah, she's seems to be doing okay."
"Okay! You must be kidding. Kristen Baker is the hottest new singer
around. She sold the place out. I hear that record people are knocking
down doors, trying to sign her."
Not quite sure of what to say, I answered, "Yeah, she's really
something."
Epstein had been listening with interest, and he raised his eyebrows
when Ceil Cohen went to Sylvia, and the two of them walked a few feet
away and began talking.
Finally he shook his head and said, "Well, what do you know! It looks
like you people all know each other." Then he nodded toward Ceil Cohen
and Sylvia who were talking animatedly, grinned, and added to nobody
in particular, "Look at those two talking. I think they're talking
business, and I may be in trouble."
Ceil Cohen turned and said, "Well Saul, now that Sylvia is here, you
just might be. But all the way over here I've been telling these folks
about what a great spread you put out, and I'm hungry. Do you have
some of that good caviar this time?"
Epstein beamed and replied, "Ahh, a connoisseur. Forget about the
buffet table. Come inside, I just got a shipment of Iranian Osetra
caviar. It's lighter and I think it tastes better than Beluga. Plus
I'll break open a bottle of Jewel of Russia Ultra. It's my favorite
Vodka in the whole world. We'll have a drink and a nosh, Delucca can
tell me about his latest movie, and you can tell me why you're really
here."
Then he turned to me and asked, "Did Candy show you the aviary?"
I answered that she had, and he said, "Why don't you take Meg out
there and show it to her."
It was obviously a way to get rid of Meg and me, and I looked at
Sylvia. She said, "Go ahead, dear. You have your cell phone with you,
don't you?"
When I said that I did, DeLucca said to Tyra, "Have Pete show you
where the buffet table is. Have something to eat, and wait for me by
the pool."
It was an order, not a request, but she didn't blink an eye. She just
said, "Of course," and walked over next to me and put her arm through
mine. Meg stared at her for a split second, then she took my other
arm, and we walked past the pool.
Meg is a very pretty girl, and Tyra is really exotic looking, so it
was a kick watching the expressions on the people's faces as the three
of us walked through the crowd. 
When we got to the buffet table, Meg joked, "Look Pete, there's my
date." The guy that Epstein had introduced as 'Cliff', was refilling
things and setting out food. Meg and I each grabbed a plate of shrimp,
but Tyra only took a few strawberries and a glass of champagne. She
was looking for a place to sit, but it seemed a shame to leave her
alone so I asked her, "Would you like to come with us to see the
birds?"
She answered, "Thank you Mister Baker, but I'll wait here if it's all
right with you."
I said, "It's only going to be okay if you call me Pete."
With a smile that would melt an iceberg, and said "Of course, Peter.
Thank you."
It still seemed strange to leave her alone, and I noticed Cliff was
almost finished, so I went to him, pointed to Tyra, and said, "Epstein
wants you to keep your eye on her."
"Uhh sure. What is she, some kind of princess?"
"Yes, that's exactly what she is, but they want to keep it secret, so
don't let on that you know, and don't let anyone bother her. Now come
here and I'll introduce you."
I stepped in front of him, and brought him to Tyra. Then I winked at
her and said, "Madam, this is Cliff. He's here to get you anything you
want, and to keep people from bothering you. 
She fixed her deep brown eyes on me and asked, "Anything I want,
Peter?"
"Uhh, well, almost anything. Are you sure you won't come with us?"
"I'll be fine here Peter. Thank you."

Meg and I walked off, and we hadn't gone a dozen steps when she asked,
"Okay, what's going on, who the fuck are you?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Every fucking-body knows you, and DeLucca said you're married. Are
you really married to Kristen Baker, the singer?"
"No, it's umm, kind of a long story."
"We have time. And while we're talking, what's going on with that
gorgeous black girl, and what's that crap about Sylvia being just a
family friend?"
"You want to know a lot of things, why?"
She raised an eyebrow, and answered, "Well, maybe I'm interested in
you."
"C'mon Meg, you don't do anything without a reason, and I'm not that
interesting."
"Bullshit, you're interesting as hell, and you're not bad looking. Are
you really still in high school?"
We'd been walking through the grass on the way to the aviary, and as
we were passing a tree, when I heard some moaning, so I walked toward
it. It was pretty dark, but as we got close, it was easy to see a
couple standing next to it. She had her back against the tree, and a
guy was kissing her, but obviously something else was going on, and as
we got close, Meg whispered, "I think they're fucking."
I could see that she had her legs around his waist, and he was
thrusting against her. We were less than ten feet away when they saw
us, but they didn't seem to mind, and kept on with what they were
doing. We immediately turned away and continued toward the aviary, and
we were getting near the bushes that surround it, when suddenly, Meg
stopped and began hopping around on one foot.
Alarmed, I asked, "What's the matter?"
"I just stubbed my toe. I think I ran into a lawn sprinkler."
She had her hand on my shoulder to steady herself, and was rubbing her
toe, when we both saw a flicker of light coming from the bushes about
twenty feet from us. It flared up, then it got lower, but it stayed
on. 
I said to Meg, "Did you see that?"
Still rubbing her foot, she answered, "Yeah, but forget about that.
Tell me who you are?"
"In a minute. I want to go see what's happening. It could be a fire or
something."
I dragged her, limping, to where the light was flickering, and when we
got close I could hear a slurping noise. I reached for a branch, to
pull it out of the way, just as Meg grabbed my arm and whispered, "Oh
Shit, not again."
It was dark in there, but the flickering light was coming from a
lighter, and it showed three people. The slurping noise was coming
from Candy. She was on her knees in front of one of them. Her head was
bobbing back and forth, and the other guy was wiping his cock with a
handkerchief. The guy she was 'servicing' had a lighter in his hand
and he was holding it under a spoon. I had seen enough TV to know he
was cooking some kind of drug.
I let the branch slowly close, and as we backed away, Meg muttered
quietly, "Those Fuckers." 
When we got a little ways away, I asked, "Why are you pissed at them.
She's probably the one who talked them into it. I'm sure it was
because of drugs."
"You may be right, but did you look closely at the spoon?"
"Not really, why?"
"There's nothing in it, they're pulling a scam on her. But, enough
about her, who are you, and how do you know so many important people?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Maybe I'm interested in you."
"C'mon Meg, you're only interested in who I know, not who I am."
She stopped walking, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Part of who
you are is who you know. But there's more to you than just that. You
know damn well that you're good looking. Why wouldn't I be attracted
to you? What's the matter, don't you trust me?"
I reached for her and kissed her. It was a long, luxurious kiss, and
when I pulled her tightly against me, she responded by positioning
herself so her crotch was against my leg, and after a few seconds it
felt as though I could feel heat coming from her. We were both a
little out of breath when we finally pulled back, but I was still able
to say, "Yes Meg, I trust you. I trust you to do whatever is best for
Meg."
I wasn't sure what to expect, but she surprised me with a little
chuckle, and agreed, "Well. Maybe you're right. But what was that very
nice kiss about?" 
"It was about you being a very pretty girl."
It took her a few seconds to respond, then she said, "You're used to
getting your own way with girls, aren't you?"
"I don't know, I never thought about it."
"That's not surprising. The really good-looking ones never do. They
just go along and let girls fall all over them."
"You think I'm that good-looking?"
"Sure I do. You're fucking gorgeous."
"Do you, umm, think that kiss might lead to something else?"
Again the chuckle, then, "I have to admit my head is still swimming
from that kiss, but I don't think so." 
"Why not?"
"Pete, I'm twenty five years old. Three years ago I made a decision. I
promised myself, that for five years I would devote all my energies
into becoming a famous actress. Well, I'm not famous yet, and I only
have two years left."
"What happens if you're not famous in the next two years?"
"Then I'll find a nice, plain-looking, rich guy, and I'll marry him
and start having kids."
"Why does he have to be plain looking?"
"You can trust the plain ones. The good looking ones tend to wander."
"Why do you think they do that?"
"Because they can."
"What does that have to do with you and me right now?"
"Pete, even though I'm tempted, you're only seventeen, and I don't
have time to fool around or to have an affair, especially one that's
not going to lead anywhere. Besides, it's driving me nuts trying to
figure out who you are. " 
Suddenly I had an idea, and I asked, "What if you had an opportunity
for a career right now?"
"What kind of a career? I don't do sex things, I've been asked about
shit like that before."
"No, it's nothing weird. I have some friends that might be able to use
someone as pretty as you are."
"Doing what?"
"They're expanding a business. I'll call them Monday and see if I can
get you an interview. In the meantime, here's the Aviary."
We stepped through the double gate into the aviary, and this time
there were several other couples looking at the birds. I took a second
to look around more carefully this time. The soft lighting was placed
in such a way, that it hid the wire mesh, and it didn't take much of a
stretch to believe that you were standing in a jungle. It was actually
quite beautiful. But Meg seemed agitated, and after a few minutes, she
said, "I hate, fucking birds, lets go outside. I want you to tell me
some more about yourself."
We turned to leave, and I glanced over at the tent. It was outside the
aviary cage, and sat about twenty feet to the side of the gate. It
seemed to be connected to the cage, and the canvas was only on the top
and three sides. The side facing the mesh of the cage had no canvas on
it, but it had a drape or something on the tent side, so I couldn't
see inside. We went back through the entrance, and we got outside just
in time to see two guys coming from the tent carrying something
elaborate. It appeared to be a large brass thing with a bunch of tubes
hanging from it. I was about to ask Meg what it was, when she said,
"Damn! That's the biggest Hookah I ever saw."
I asked, "What's a Hookah?"
"It's a water pipe with tubes sticking out of it. You put water in it,
then you put stuff in a special compartment, light it, and everyone
sucks on a tube. It filters the smoke through the water."
"What's in it, tobacco?"
"It can be, and some times it is, but mostly it's grass, hash, or
something."
"Where do you suppose those guys are going with it?"
"They're probably gonna hide it somewhere in case the police show up
and want to test it for residue."
"You seem to know a lot about that kind of stuff."
"I've been around it for a while. But, why don't you? I've heard that
those rich kid schools are full of that shit."
"I'm not rich. I'm just a regular guy, and I don't go to a rich kid
school. There are drugs in my school, but I don't mess with them." 
"But enough about that, let's go see what's inside the tent."
The tent looked normal from the outside, with a flap at the entrance.
I pulled the flap back, and just inside the flap was a wood door with
a lock on it. The door was open, so we looked in. I didn't see anyone,
so we stepped inside. It wasn't a tent at all. The ceiling was canvas,
but it had plywood walls on three sides, and a wooden floor. There was
a curtain on the side that was attached to the aviary, space heaters
in each corner, and a small table sat in the middle of the floor.
Large pillows were strewn all around, and hidden lights around the top
gave everything a soft glow that made the room look like something out
of an old Arabian Knights movie.
Meg went to the curtain and pulled it back. There was a clear vinyl
sheet covering the mesh of the cage. I guess it was there to keep the
bird crap out, but if you squinted a little, the sheet and the mesh
disappeared, and it felt like you were actually in there with the
birds.
Meg was shaking her head when she said, "I've heard about this place.
Epstein is supposed to belong to some kind of a sex club, and I can
only guess what goes on in here."
I dropped down on one of the pillows and watched Meg as she inspected
everything. She looked really cute in her little bikini, and I was
fantasizing about what she would look like, naked, when a man's voice
said, "Sorry folks, but Mr. Epstein said the party is off for
tonight."
A guy dressed in what looked like a butler's uniform was standing in
the doorway. He was an older guy, with gray hair at the temples, but
he was openly leering at Meg. 
I stood up and said, "That's okay, we were just looking around," and I
went to Meg and took her hand. We were passing by him on the way out,
and his eyes were practically undressing her, when Meg suddenly
stopped, stepped directly in front of him and said, "What are you
staring at, old man?"
He turned without comment and walked away. 
Meg looked at me and said, "Let's get away from here. This place gives
me the creeps."
We were walking back toward the pool, and Meg was very quiet, so I
asked, "You bothered about something?"
"Yeah, this whole place bothers me. I've been trying to get an
invitation to one of these things for a long time, because I heard
that I might make some good contacts here. But I guess I didn't
realize just how sleazy it was."
We walked a few more steps, and she stopped and asked, "Pete, why
aren't you bothered by this?"
"I don't know, I guess it's because I expected it to be this way."
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sure, ask away."
"Are you a part of it?"
"No, but people have told me about stuff like this."
"Is your friend Sylvia a part of it?"
"Absolutely not."
"And you're sure she's not your girlfriend?"
"No, she's just a family friend." 
"She said that she'd slept with you."
"That's enough about Sylvia. Do you have other questions?"
"How do you know Robert DeLucca?"
"I used to date Kristen Baker. She introduced me."
"DeLucca called her your wife."
"She told everyone that, so guys would leave her alone."
"You used to date Kristen Baker? Holy shit! She's fucking gorgeous!
What happened?"
"She, umm, wanted something I couldn't give her."
Meg stared at me for a long minute, before she said, "She wanted to
get married, didn't she?"
"Uh huh."
"I've seen her on TV, she's beautiful! It must have been a hard
decision. Wait a minute, let me guess. You didn't want to lose your
identity, right?"
"Something like that."
"Bullshit! That's exactly what it was. Well, you made the right
decision, you're too young to get married."
The conversation was getting too heavy, so I thought I'd lighten
things up, and I said, "Actually, I was waiting to meet you."
"Yeah, right. You gave up that gorgeous, talented, star, waiting for a
nobody like me. I'd love to believe that, but the fact that you're
full of shit gets in the way."
I laughed, grabbed her hand, and we walked toward the pool. We were
about twenty feet away, when there were some screams, and two totally
naked girls ran over and jumped into the pool. There was a cheer from
the crowd, and within seconds, people began pulling off their bathing
suits and jumping in with them. 
Meg and I stopped to watch. The pool was soon filled with naked
bodies, and everyone seemed to be having a good time, so
half-jokingly, I asked Meg, "Do you want to join them?"
"Why, are you anxious to see me naked?"
"Absolutely!"
She raised an eyebrow before she answered, "Well, maybe sometime, but
not tonight."
"What's the matter, are you shy?"
"No, let's just say that now isn't the right time of the month." 
I was trying to figure out what that meant, when she said, "Pete!" And
she pointed at something. I looked over just in time to see Cliff
being held by one guy while another was waving a fist at him. Then I
saw Tyra behind them, struggling with a guy who was holding her by the
arms. It took me a second to realize what was happening, and another
to realize that Meg was running toward them. I sprinted after her, but
she got there ahead of me, and hit the guy holding Tyra, with a
roundhouse right to the rib cage. The guy dropped to the ground, and
she grabbed Tyra and pulled her out of the way. The guy who was
threatening Cliff, moved to the side to see what was happening, just
as I ran up. The guy on the ground was writhing around holding his
side, and when the one holding Cliff saw me, he shouted, "Watch out
guys, the spook's gorilla is back.
He let Cliff go and started backing away, but the one who was
threatening Cliff, turned to me and made a fist. He was a big guy, and
I don't know if he was going to throw a punch or not, but I didn't
want to give him the opportunity, so I grabbed him by the arm and
pushed him, hard! He stumbled backward toward the pool, and I saw him
disappear over the edge, so I turned to the guy who was backing away.
He took off running, so I went to the guy on the ground, and I reached
down with one hand and grabbed him by the neck. He was scared, and he
stuttered, "Hey man, w-w-we were only having some fun with the fag."
"So, why were you holding the girl?"
"We, uuh, just wanted to talk to her, when the fag jumped shitty with
us. The next thing we knew, she's lecturing us." 
Cliff came over and started to tell his side, but I held up my free
hand to stop him, and I said to the guy on the ground, "So that gave
you the right to manhandle her?"
There was a crowd of people watching us, and someone shouted,
"Lookout!" 
The guy I had pushed in the pool had crawled out. He looked pissed,
and as he started toward me, he yelled, "It was the nigger's fault;
she sicced her faggot friend on us! Now I'm gonna kick both your asses
and hers too!"
I let go of the guy on the ground, and I turned to face him. I had a
couple inches of height on him, but I think we weighed about the same.
Dad always told me, "If things are inevitable, take the first shot!"
It looked like this was one of those times, so I braced myself. 
Suddenly there was someone standing between us. It was Epstein's guy,
and he grabbed the guy by his soggy shirtfront and said, "How did you
get in here?"
Epstein's guy had his back to me, but there must have been something
about him that scared the guy, because he was much quieter when he
answered, "Uhh, a friend told me about it."
"So you climbed over the back fence, right?"
"Yes sir."
"You and your friends leave quietly. Do it now." 
"Uhh, yes sir, I'm sorry, I didn't thi-"
Epstein's guy interrupted him with, "That's enough. Just leave right
now and it won't be a problem, okay?"
He answered, "Yes sir." Then he motioned wildly, for guy on the ground
to follow him, and he started for the exit. The guy on the ground got
up and scrambled after him.
Epstein's guy went to Tyra and asked, "Are you okay, ma'am?" 
When she nodded that she was, he said something to her, then he turned
to me and said, "Sorry it took me so long to get here. I saw things
happen just as you got here, but I was on the top floor of the house
at the time. Mr. Epstein would like you and you friend to join us in
the house."
I looked at Meg, and when she nodded, I said, "Sure." 
As he turned away, his coat fell open, and I saw the reason the other
guys had left so quietly. I caught the flash of a gun in a shoulder
holster.
Cliff began to thank me for helping him, but I waved him off and went
to Tyra. She hadn't said a word the whole time. Instead, she looked at
me with those piercing brown eyes of hers. Then she turned to Meg. She
said, "Thank you Megan," and she put her hand on her cheek. When Meg
smiled, she turned back to me and added, "And thank you Peter."
The three of us followed Epstein's guy toward the house, and on the
way, Meg leaned close and asked, "What would you have done if
Epstein's guy hadn't come along?"
I whispered back, "I saw how tough you are when you decked the first
guy. I would have backed off and let you handle it."
That got a smile and a chuckle out of her, and she countered with,
"It's not hard being tough when you have a gorilla with you."
That got a smile and a chuckle out of me.

There was a small elevator in the house, and we all crowded into it. I
was standing next to Tyra. I was close enough that I could feel the
heat from her body, and maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed
like she was pressing herself against me. I got a faint hint of a
familiar, flowery odor from her that made the hair on my neck stand
up. It was a very sexy smell. 
The elevator 
had three buttons on the wall, and Epstein's guy punched the one at
the top. The door opened to a large, corner room. At the back of the
room, tinted windows overlooked the pool area, and on one side, you
could see the rest of the back yard including the aviary. Several
couches and a large, low table sat in front of the windows. Sylvia,
Ceil Cohen, Epstein and DeLucca were seated there, and a tiny Asian
woman was standing by a table at the side of the room. 
When we stepped into the room, Sylvia came to me, smiled, and said, I
can't leave you alone for a minute! Are you okay?"
When I said that I was, she added, "We all caught the two of you in
action." Then she turned to Meg, smiled, and said, "Nice right hook,
young lady. That guy is going to be sore for a week."
Epstein came up and added, "Nice going kids," then he turned to his
guy and said, "What do you think, Arnie? Should we hire them as
additional security for these shindigs?"
'Arnie', smiled faintly and answered, "We could do worse, boss. But we
have to do something about that back fence."
Epstein nodded, then he pointed to a table at the side of the room and
said to Meg and I, "Try some of the caviar, kids."
Meg and I went to the table and looked at things. There was a tray of
sandwiches with the crust cut off, several fancy looking wine bottles,
several different kinds of glasses, and what looked like, a small
refrigerator. In the middle, was a large silver tray loaded with
toasted bread rounds and two silver bowls. One was full of cream
cheese and the other was piled high with caviar.
The Asian girl standing next to it was much younger than she first
appeared. Actually, she doesn't look as old as I am, and she was
wearing a thin silk, handkerchief dress that you could almost see
through. It was obvious that there was nothing beneath it, because,
when she moved, you could follow both nipples under the fabric. She
was busy filling two of the champagne flutes, so I glanced at DeLucca
talking with Tyra.
It was interesting watching those two together. DeLucca is one of the
most famous actors in the world, and Tyra is one of the most
exotic-looking girls I've ever seen. It made me wonder if the stories
I'd heard about them were true. Did she really have sex with people
while DeLucca looked on? 
The thought of being with her sexually was certainly a huge turn-on,
but I wondered if I could do it if I knew that DeLucca was watching. I
wondered what DeLucca got out of it? And what about her, did she do it
because she liked being watched, or because it pleased him? It's
obvious, that there's a lot I didn't know about sex.  
Meg was staring at the table full of food, and Sylvia asked her, "Do
you know anything about caviar?"
She answered, "No, not really."
Sylvia said, "Tell you what, try this," and she nodded to the girl.
The girl took a couple of the bread rounds, smeared them with cream
cheese, and spooned some caviar on them. Then she reached into the
fridge and took out a bottle. She poured a small amount into two thin
glasses and set them in front of us.
Sylvia said, "This is wonderful Vodka. Take the glass in one hand and
the round in the other. Take a sip of the vodka, swirl it around in
your mouth before you swallow it, then try a bite of the caviar."
Meg and I each took a sip of the liquid. It was ice cold at first,
then fiery hot as I swallowed it, and it left both Meg and me gasping.
Then Sylvia nodded toward the caviar. It was an interesting
experience. The hard edged toast crumbled as I bit into it, and a
split-second later I could taste the little beads of caviar as they
broke and mixed with the cream cheese. It wasn't as salty as I
remembered it, and it left my mouth with a nutty aftertaste. I thought
it was pretty good, but Meg screwed her face up and spit the bite she
took into a napkin, causing Sylvia to laugh, and say, "Well, you can't
please everyone."
I ate the rest of mine, but one was enough and I chased it with one of
the little sandwiches. I noticed Meg did too. 
We were just finishing, when the elevator opened and two couples got
out. The guys were in their fifties, but the girls seemed much
younger. Both Epstein and DeLucca greeted the guys like old friends.
Sylvia looked them, then she turned to Meg and asked, "Do you know why
those people are here?"
Meg looked at them for a second, then she answered, "They're here to
umm, party, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are. You can stay if you like, but Pete and I are going to
leave."
"No, I'm not into that kind of thing, I'll leave with you."
"I was hoping you'd say that. C'mon, let's say goodbye to our host."
We turned just as the elevator reappeared with two more couples. They
immediately headed for Epstein, so we grabbed the elevator and held it
while Sylvia waved goodbye to him from behind the people who were
crowded around him. He waved back, but he was obviously more
interested in the people with him. As the elevator door closed, I
noticed Tyra standing by herself, but I didn't see DeLucca, or Ceil
Cohen, and I mentioned it to Sylvia.
She said, "They're probably in the AV room."
"What's that?"
"It's an audio-visual room. There must be thirty video screens in
there, and they not only show the outside, but they show every room in
the house, including the aviary and the tent."
"Really, that's quite a security system."
"Well, it shows a lot more than you need for security. They weren't
all turned on when he showed the room to me, but I'll bet they show
the bathrooms as well."
"That's sick. Why did he show it to you?"
"That whole group is sick. They get a kick out of that kind of thing,
and I guess he thought I might be interested."
Suddenly, Meg burst out with, "Yuck! I used a bathroom; you mean that
creep may have been watching me?"
"I wouldn't put it past him. But I doubt if he did tonight. I think he
and his friends wait until their private parties are in full swing."
When we stepped out of the elevator there was a small crowd of people
waiting, and Sylvia commented, "Well, it looks like the party is
getting ready to start."
I asked, "If he's such a creep, why do you want to do business with
him?"
"To keep our options open. His money could be important. He has a lot
of it, and he's very well connected. Plus, he thinks that we should
keep Global intact, and if we can't get Burger to go along with us,
that might be a consideration." 
Meg had been listening to us, and she said, "Look, I'm out of place
here, and I'm going to head home. Sylvia, it's been nice meeting you.
Pete, I'll see you Monday."
Sylvia looked at her, then at me and said, "Look, my business is
finished here. If you two want to hang around, I can catch a cab
home."
I grabbed Sylvia's hand, and squeezed it, then I turned to Meg and
said, "Meg, you're a delight to be with, but I'm going to leave with
Sylvia. However, I'd like to see you again."
She raised an eyebrow at Sylvia and answered, "Would that be okay with
you?"
Sylvia answered, "Of course dear. I told you I was only here for a
short time."
Meg looked at me for a minute before she said, "Ask me again, Pete.
We'll talk about it then."
The three of us started toward the exit, and I saw Cliff at the buffet
table. So I said to the girls, "Wait here for just a second," and I
ran to him and said, "Cliff, remember that girl that helped us when we
had that problem with those guys?"
He looked at Meg and said, "Sure, what's up?"
"She's about to leave, she's poor, and I want you to fix her a giant
doggy bag. Can you do that?"
He smiled and answered, "You bet I can."
He was stuffing things into a box when I went back to Meg and said,
"Cliff wants to thank you for your help. He's making something for
you."
Her eyes lit up, and she waved at us and headed toward him.
We walked out front and handed my ticket to the valet. It took a while
for him to bring the car, and we were just driving away when I saw Meg
walk up. There were plastic shopping bags hanging on each arm, and the
box she was carrying was piled high.

It was only a little past midnight, so I said to Sylvia, "It's still
early, do you want to go somewhere for coffee?"
She answered, "How far are we from Hollywood boulevard?"
"Maybe twenty minutes, why?"
"Head that way. My husband and I used to go to a place whenever we
visited here."
When we got close to Hollywood she started giving me directions to a
street that parallels Hollywood boulevard, and when we were almost to
Vine Street, she said, "Turn left here!"
I remembered this area, because I was here once with Mom and Dad.
Hollywood boulevard runs along the base of Hollywood Hills. The hills
above have a view of Hollywood, and if you get up far enough you can
see all the way to the ocean. The higher you get the more expensive
the houses are, and many of the one's near the top can easily be
described as mansions. We kept winding upward, until she spotted
something, and said, "Turn here." I wouldn't have seen it if she
hadn't pointed it out. A small street sign, almost hidden by some tall
bushes read, "Nichols Canyon Road." It was a narrow; one lane road
that was nearly obscured by trees and it only went a few feet before
it turned, so I couldn't see where it led. I turned onto it, and after
a few hundred feet and several sharp turns, it banked steeply upward
for a while. After a few minutes the area turned into almost solid
bushes and trees and no houses at all. We kept climbing for a while
more, then the road leveled off, and we came onto some barricades.
Sylvia got out, pushed them aside, and motioned for me to follow her.
She walked in the glow of my headlights, a few hundred feet farther to
a large flat area, and she motioned me to stop just as my headlights
lights shined on a large concrete pad that looked like an old house
foundation. There were a few pipes sticking out of the ground and a
tractor was parked off to the side. Sylvia said, "C'mon." So I turned
off the car. As soon as I turned off my headlights, the view was
breathtaking. There was only a crescent moon tonight, so it was pitch
black up here, but the valley below was alive with millions of lights.
I could see Hollywood Boulevard below us. We were at least a mile
away, but it felt like I could almost reach down and touch the super
bright lights of the Chinese theater. All of Los Angeles was beyond
it, and the light show seemed to go on forever. 
Sylvia said, "Follow me, but be careful," It was so dark it was hard
to see where we were walking, so she took my hand. My eyes were
getting used to the dark, and I began to make out that we were walking
past where the house once stood, and as I began to get my bearings, I
could see that we were headed for a drop-off. When we got to the edge,
Sylvia stopped, and I got behind her and put my arms around her. We
stood there for a while, just looking. It was so beautiful; I felt
like I was in a spaceship looking down at the world. After a while
Sylvia started talking.
"Al and I found this place when we were first married. We were here on
a business trip, and we had a free day, so we were driving around just
looking at things. We took the road behind us to see where it went,
and we ended up here. There was a big beautiful house here then, and
when we pulled up, there was an old couple tending some flowers. We
thought they were servants, so we stopped and asked them who the
people were that owned such a beautiful place. It turned out that they
were Stan and Mim Nichols, the owners of the house, and after we
talked for a while, they invited us in for tea. They turned out to be
great people, and we hit it off right away. We ended up spending the
entire day here, and they told us the story about the place. Stan said
his father was a successful businessman, who bought this land in the
twenties and built the house. Stan was born here in nineteen
twenty-eight, and had never lived anywhere else. He went to school
locally, met his wife while attending college, and when they married
they moved in here."
"Did they have any kids?"
"Two. One was a girl who died of SIDS, shortly after she was born. The
other was a son. He was killed in a skiing accident about fifteen
years ago."
"Did you ever see them again?"
"A couple of times. Stan died about six or seven years ago, and Mim
and I wrote pretty often after that. Al and I even talked about buying
the place before he started getting sick. Then, several years ago, the
house burned to the ground and Mim went to a nursing home. She only
lasted about a year."
"So, why are the grounds still like this?"
"I brought Herb here a year ago. He checked into it and found that a
cousin or something had inherited the place, and a developer is trying
to buy it and the land around it. They want to cut off the top of the
mountain and build a bunch of houses here. Judging from the tractor,
it looks like he may have been successful."  
"That's kind-of a sad story for such a beautiful place."
"Yes it is, but Stan and Mim lived here and loved it for a lot of
years, so I guess it isn't all that sad." 
I asked, "Would you like to live here?"
It took her a while to answer, and then she said, "Yes, I'd like to
live on this mountaintop. There are a lot of things I'd like, my love.
I'd like my husband to get better. I'd like to be part of a home and
family. I'd like, OH LOOK!" 
A comet had streaked across the sky. 
I said, "We have to make a wish."
She turned and kissed me. It was a long and luxurious kiss. It left me
breathing heavily, and the passion of it, along with her closeness had
my dick as hard as a rock. When we broke, I whispered, "What did you
wish for?"
"I wish you would take me to the car and make love to me, what did you
wish for?"
I said, "My wish just came true," and I picked her up in my arms and
carried her to the car.
A Mustang isn't a big car, and getting in the back seat, while trying
to get our clothes off, was pretty comical. All she was wearing was a
light wrap over her little bathing suit, so she slipped the bottom off
in an instant. But it took me longer, because my wallet was in the
glove box, and it was so dark in the car, I had to turn on the
overhead light to find the glove box, open it and get a condom. As I
tore the wrapper off, I looked at Sylvia. She was wedged into the
corner with her legs wide apart. Her right leg was on top of the rear
seat back and her left leg was over the top of the driver's seat. The
sight was so erotic; I stopped and looked at her. She looked back at
me for a second, and then she reached down, spread the lips of her
pussy, and as I watched, mesmerized, she slipped in two fingers, moved
them around a little, and brought them to her mouth.
It was like an electric shock went through me. I tried to say
something, but the words wouldn't come out. Then, with her eyes
glittering from the overhead light, she whispered, "Hurry!" 
I'd been worried that she'd lose interest because of all the wrestling
around, but the look on her face was pure lust, and when I finally got
into position, she reached for me, and with a soft moan she pulled me
to her. Once I was inside her, I started to thrust, but she whispered,
"No, don't move for a minute, I want to feel you." 
I had one hand on the seat beside her and the other on floor. I was
holding myself up so I wouldn't crush her, and I wasn't very
comfortable, but it felt so good I didn't mind, especially when she
whispered, "Oh God you feel wonderful." 
The position I was in was forcing our pubic bones together and I was
so completely inside her I could feel her cervix. It was such a
turn-on, my cock jumped. When it did, Sylvia's eyes got big. She still
had her hands on my hips, and she grabbed my tightly, scrunched her
face up and pulled me even tighter against her. I was surprised at how
strong she was, but the pressure on our pubic bones was starting to
hurt, so I asked, "Are you Okay?" 
"Oh God yes, you've never been in me so deep before, and it's
wonderful. Please begin now."
With that kind of incentive I couldn't wait, and after a slow start, I
positioned myself as comfortably as I could, and I began to thrust
into her. She started making noises that got progressively louder as I
sped things up. And soon, I was pounding into her so hard that her
shoulders and head were banging against parts of the car. But she
didn't seem to mind, and before long, I could tell she was on the
verge of coming. I wanted to come with her, but the strain of my
awkward position, and trying not to hurt her, was too bothersome, and
I just couldn't make it. When she finally came, she shrieked loudly,
and clutched at me so hard I was sure she left marks. As she came
down, she went through a series of spasms that left her panting and
shuddering. I wasn't moving now, but it was such a turn-on, listening
to her, it almost put me over the edge. When she slowed down, I was
worried she might be cold, so I slipped off her and reached for her
wrap to cover her, but she pulled it off and lay there gasping, trying
to catch her breath.
I gathered myself together and began massaging parts of me that I had
been rubbed raw from banged against things, then I asked, "Gee, are
you sure you're okay? You, uhh, never acted like that before."
She giggled and answered, "I'm sorry if I frightened you dear, it's a
combination of things. Tonight has been very special. The meeting with
Epstein went well, and I noticed that an old broad like me can still
turn a head or two. The attention I got from those young guys at the
party was lots of fun, and very flattering. It reminded me of when I
was in college. All in all it's been a very good night, and being with
you up here is the topper. I've fantasized about making love up here
from the first time I saw the place."
Surprised, I said, "An old broad, what are you talking about! There
were some young and very pretty people there, but you were by-far the
most beautiful woman."
"You really think so?"
"Of course I do. I still can't believe how lucky I am to be with you."
Her eyes were sparkling when she said, "I just had an idea. Do you
have a blanket with you?"
"Yes, I have one in the trunk, why?"
"I just had another fantasy. Get the blanket and I'll show you."
We got out of the car, and I got the blanket. It's still warm outside,
and the trees around us protected us from any wind, but we were naked,
so I wrapped it around us and asked, "Now what?" 
She kissed me again. This time there was a lot of tongue and plenty of
rubbing. My dick was like a steel pole again, when she took my hand
and walked us back to the place on the edge of the drop-off. Then she
put the blanket down and said; "Lay on your back, with your head
toward the lights."
I replied, "Okay, but I won't be able to see the lights that way."
"I know dear, this is my fantasy. I just want you to see me and
nothing else."
When I lay down, she took off the top of her bathing suit, and stood
there completely naked. Everything around her was pitch black, but the
lights from below cast a glow over her body that gave her an unworldly
look. She let me look at her for a few seconds, then she knelt down
astride me, facing the lights, grabbed my cock, and peeled off the
condom.
Startled, I said, "Are you sure?"
She answered, "I trust you that you're safe, and I assure you that I
am. Plus, my period is due any time now, so we're okay."
She went down on me for a minute, and I almost lost it. She sat up,
grinned, and said, "My! You're almost ready aren't you?"
I answered, "Yeah, you always do that to me."
She bent forward and kissed me again, then she positioned herself on
top of me and lowered herself until I was completely inside her. Her
pussy seemed to grab hold of me, and the sensation without the condom
was so great, I started to come almost immediately. When she felt it,
she reached down, grabbed the shaft of my cock, and squeezed it until
I calmed down. She waited a minute, then she started to move. 
It felt wonderful, but I felt more in control of myself, and I began
to watch her as she made love to me. She would look at the drop-off
for a few seconds, and I could see the lights reflect in her eyes,
then she would close her eyes and lean her head back for a while. She
was a vision. How did I deserve being with this incredible woman? For
a few seconds, it was like I was another person watching her make love
to me.
She was supporting herself on her knees, and even in the dim light,
when she moved up and down I could make out the muscles in her legs
flex. A few minutes ago she referred to herself as an 'old broad'. But
her legs, as a matter of fact, her whole body could have been that of
a teen-ager.
Before long, her movements began to get erratic, and I could tell she
was getting ready. So I concentrated, and when she shuddered and her
pussy tightened around me, I exploded inside her. 
	Her body dropped onto me, and she whispered, "Oh God, Pete,
please hold me."
I grabbed the edges of the blanket, pulled them over us, and I held
her as tight against me as I could.

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