Coming Soon

Wed, 01 Sep 2010 30:09:40 GMT

It was just a mater of keeping her cool.
Mia could deal with movie stars. After all, she was a concierge at Hush, which was one of the most glamorous hotels in Manhattan, so she met major celebrities all the time. She could deal with the press. Again, thanks to Hush, especially because owner Piper Devon was so hands on about her hotel, and the paparazzi never got tired of the beautiful heiress. And she could deal with the cranky Belgians on the fifth floor who wanted everything New York had to offer without paying for a thing.
The trick was handling all three at once.
Mia straightened her small gold name badge, her Clefs d'Or pin, then her skinny black tuxedo skirt as she adjusted her mental attitude and her smile. "Of course, Mr. Weinberg. I'll be sure to let housekeeping know you would prefer eiderdown pillows. They'll be ready for you by six o'clock."
Mr. Weinberg of the infamous Weinberg Film Company looked at Mia as if she were more distasteful than his pillows and strode off, trailed by a posse of assistants, most of them talking away on their Bluetooth headgear.
Mia turned immediately to Bobbi Tamony, the star of Coming Soon. She was dressed in a spectacularly sparkly gown that had protective paper all around the bodice, slippers on her feet, and her hair, world famous in all the tabloids, rolled in giant curlers.
"Listen, sweetie, I have to be on set in two seconds, so could you make sure there's a limo waiting for me around ten tonight? I should be done by then and I want to get the hell out of here."
"No problem, Ms. Tamony. It will be waiting at the back entrance when you're ready to go."
"Thanks, hon," Bobbi said, waving her hand distract edly as she walked toward the front entrance.
It would have been nice to find a moment to breathe, but one of the Belgians moved from in front of the long, black lacquered reservation desk to her station at the far end. "We wish tickets for a big Broadway show, si vous ne vous occupez pas."
"Of course, Monsieur Michaud. Would you like to see a list of the shows that are currently available?" Mia responded in French.
He nodded, then glanced around the lobby. "When will these movie people leave? So much noise," he said. "Very annoying."
"I'm afraid they'll be here for the rest of your stay. They've reserved their rooms for the entire month of June."
He snorted as Mia gave him a printout of the most popular shows. Not all of them, actually. Just the ones she could get tickets for.
He perused the list for several moments and Mia took advantage of the tiny break to quietly jot down notes abou ...

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Cleopatra's Perfume

Wed, 01 Sep 2010 30:09:40 GMT

A secluded lake outside Berlin
April 29,1941
Blondes always did get him in trouble. This one could get him killed.Tall, statuesque, with big breasts and a seductive walk that communicated with the world in a way he'd never seen. Slow and easy, with just enough wiggle to let him know she was all woman.
This blonde also had a sharp nosed Nazi squeezing the soft flesh of her arm in a tight grip.
"Strip her!" the German officer yelled, pushing the woman toward him.
"I don't assault women." Even if she is a fraud and a liar, he finished silently. A strange, hot light burned in the SS officer's eyes, sending a driving itch up his backside. He stood his ground, his legs spread apart, his hands on his hips, though he longed to overpower the man.
"I said, strip her. Now!" The sun bleached blond Nazi cracked his whip so close to his skin it scorched the hairs on the back of his neck with heat. He swallowed, choking on his own saliva, a rotten taste in his mouth turning his stomach but not his courage. No doubt the German fueled his obsession with power with cruel, lascivious acts, setting up a bitter rivalry between the two of them, but why? And who would win?
"Since you're so reluctant to do what the Nazi officer asks," she said, her voice calm and precise, "I'll show you how to undress a woman."
She unfastened the ornate buttons on her dress then slid her fingers across them as if wiping off the sticky sweat. Then she wiggled out of the blue silk garment, kicked off her Sunday white pumps and removed her sheer silk stockings and garters. Underneath she wore nothing but a nude colored slip. Her breathing ragged, her eyes squinting against an approving sun overhead, she waited for him to say something.
"You want me to fuck you," he said, disbelieving.
"Yes."
"Then why this silly game?"
She smiled. "It makes it more interesting."
"You're crazy."
"You're crazy if you don't take advantage of the situation."
"I don't get it. After what happened in Cairo when I—"
"That's in the past." Her eyes warned him not to say anything more, though her lips invited his touch when she moistened them with her tongue. He reached out to grab her, but before he could wrap his hands around her waist, she raced over to the edge of the lake and climbed up on a large granite rock.
Poised on the edge like a mermaid, the platinum beauty wiggled her firm breasts and smiled, coy, teasing, as if she were about to divulge to him a hidden entry into her. He smiled. Soft and wet and smelling of the salty sea, he h ...

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