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  As they toured the large rooms decorated with bright colors and modern, blonde wood furniture, the pheromones were surging between Sid and Andi. The tour was Sid’s foreplay. Andi wanted Sid to have sex with her, and she knew he wanted to do it too! The only question in her mind was where he would do it. She hoped he thought enough of her to do it in his bed. Andi wasn’t disappointed. Their tour ended when they climbed the secret stairway and passed through his closet to his bedroom. It was the perfect end to their foreplay.

  Andi was so horny and so appreciative of his pledge to help her career that Andi couldn’t wait to thank him. So, she peeled off her dress before the first minute passed by in Sid’s bedroom.

  The night was great. Sid got on top of her for a few minutes and then they switched positions so Andi rode on top of him. They came together, which was special and meaningful to Andi.

  Then, they got out of bed, ran down the hidden stairs and through the tunnel and came outside right by the hot tub. On the way, Sid grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses from his wine cellar. They spent hours in the tub and the pool talking and having fun.

  In the wee hours of the night, they back tracked the way they came. Sid had Andi put on her heels so he could make love to her while she stood at his bed. God, did Andi get off!

  And then spent, they fell asleep.

  ***

  Early the next morning, Andi woke to a touch on her behind and the gasp of a woman’s voice.

  “Oh, I should have guessed, that bastard!”

  Andi came to and turned and covered herself with the sheet and took in the sight of an unusually beautiful petite young lady with a cute face, long black hair and an ironic smile on her face. This sprite of a woman had stood up and had her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short black slip.

  Andi asked, “Who are you?”

  “I should ask you the same question, dear.”

  “Oh, I mean, what’s your name? How did you get here?”

  “I’m Edie. And, how did I get here? That’s a good question. A better one is why am I still here?”

  Andi guessed this had to be an earlier girlfriend of Sid’s.

  Edie continued, “But, to answer your question, I came from the pool house, where I’ve lived for the past six months since we stopped ‘going together’. I wanted to see if he’d changed. So, I walked through the ‘secret tunnel’, and came up the ‘secret staircase’. I assume he showed you that; didn’t he?”

  Andi felt the first tear roll down her cheeks as she nodded yes.

  Edie sighed, and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. You just surprised me, and I shouldn’t have been. I should have known - that bastard, that stupid, lovable, sexy bastard!”

  Edie sat on the bed next to Andi and put her arm around Andi, resting her hand on Andi’s left hip. “Look at me. I’ve known Sid my whole life and I still get fooled. He’s not honest with me, but at least he is consistent. Sid just loves playing and having fun.”

  Edie put her hand up to Andi’s face and brushed her hair back from her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to ask. What’s your name, beautiful?”

  “Andi, Andi Anderson.”

  Edie stopped for a second and took another look at Andi. “Hey, you’re that supermodel, aren’t you?”

  Andi nodded yes.

  “Oh my God, Sid got really lucky this time! You are gorgeous!”

  Andi smiled.

  Edie said, “You are sweet, Andi. Did Sid go out for coffee?”

  “I don’t know. I was asleep.”

  “I’m sure he did. That’s what he does in the morning after he jumps in the pool and swims a few laps.”

  Edie was quiet for a moment, and Andi could tell she was thinking.

  Then, Edie said, “Let’s give Sid a taste of his own medicine...”

  jaye - september 1994

  “Hmmm…”

  Jaye flipped another page in Variety, to the want ads; while she kept one eye on the 40-something bleached blonde that was eyeing the party dresses in her boutique. Jaye could tell the lady would buy something, and that something would be too tight, too expensive and too young-looking for her! The lady couldn’t see that she looked foolish in these clothes that were more appropriate for someone half her age.

  Jaye smiled at the blonde’s attire. She was wearing white pumps, white slacks and a sky blue cropped silk top. Her four-inch heels created a walking challenge in the boutique’s extra thick pile carpeting. The slacks were stretchy, hip-hugging, and very tight and thin, revealing at a casual glance that the blonde wore a sky blue thong underneath. In contrast to her Lycra pants, the blonde’s top was loose and low-cut enough to announce that her breasts were large and bouncing freely, without the support of a bra. The top ended only two inches below the bottom curve of her breasts and revealed all of her midriff. Her belly button was pierced and she had some kind of charm dangling from the ring in the hole. The blonde had very long hair that ended just above her waist which she constantly touched and looked at in the mirrors as she walked around. She wore full make-up and knew how to strut and turn and bend to draw the eyes of all, even if there were only four other eyes in the boutique; Jaye’s and those of the pregnant mother looking at the close-out specials.

  Jaye concluded the blonde was either an exotic dancer or a woman looking to attract a certain type of sugar daddy or both. Still, Jaye felt for her and wondered, “Where do these blondes come from?”

  Jaye saw two or three blondes a day that looked like this. They had to spend all their disposable income on their hair and their clothes and their make-up. What life events had led them to look like this? It fascinated Jaye. Jaye took it as a challenge to find out the reasons, and she usually did.

  Jaye’s successful communication strategy began with a compliment; she’d flatter the blondes on what they were most proud about. In this case, as with nearly all blondes, especially the dyed ones, it was their hair.

  Jaye approached Miss Forty-something and said, “Hi, can I tell you, you have gorgeous hair! I love it!”

  The blonde gave one version of the usual response, “Oh, thank you. You’re so kind. I just had it done. I love it too, but I wonder if I should have gotten it cut? It’s the longest I’ve ever had it. Do you think it’s too long?”

  Jaye answered, “Oh, no. It looks incredible. And, it makes you look so young and sexy.”

  “God, you are nice. My name is Bambi, Bambi Deer. I know, it’s a silly name, but it’s my real name. I don’t know what my mother was thinking. What’s yours?”

  “Jaye Goodley.”

  “Well, Jaye, you are kind.”

  “And, I love your outfit too. God, you are so hot looking! You’re so lucky to have a great body!”

  “Jaye, you’re a sweetheart. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “But, to be honest, if it wasn’t for my surgeon, I’d look awful.”

  That comment confirmed Jaye’s guesses, and she didn’t want to go down that path too far, so she quickly said, “Oh, you are gorgeous. So, what are you looking for?”

  “Oh, I need a dress for a special event.”

  “Let me help you.”

  Jaye guessed that Bambi wore a size eight, but she would guide her to a size six as Jaye could see Bambi liked tight clothes.

  In that first minute, Jaye had gained Bambi’s confidence. That was confirmed to Jaye after the pregnant mother left the boutique, as Bambi quickly stripped down to her thong and never closed the dressing room curtain as she tried on the many dresses brought to her by Jaye. Bambi did, indeed, have a good surgeon as her body was very trim and firm and her boobs were like two grapefruits under her skin.

  All the dresses selected by Bambi were very sexy and revealing. One of Bambi’s favorites was a full length gown made of a black stretch material that sparkled under the lights. It was sleeveless and cut low in front to show most of Bambi’s cleavage and cut even lower in back to her
waist.

  But, Jaye was not surprised at the one that Bambi loved best; a white mini-dress that ended a foot above her knees. That dress had attracted all the daring women during the entire two weeks it had been on display in the shop. The little white dress was backless and had a very thin halter front that provided suspender-like pieces over less than a third of Bambi’s breasts. This knit frock would have been risqué for a woman with A cup breasts. Jaye couldn’t believe Bambi dared to wear this dress with her double D’s. Yet, it was the dress she selected. And, Bambi looked thrilled with her find and appreciated Jaye’s help.

  As Bambi tried on more dresses, Jaye kept the conversation going. She soon discovered that Bambi wanted to talk. Bambi readily shared that she was 41 years old, an exotic dancer, a former soft-porn movie actress, and a mother of an almost three-year-old. Bambi never married, but was getting voluntary support from the father of her daughter, which surprised Jaye. However, the generous support wasn’t enough to live the way Bambi wanted, so that’s why she had gone back to work six months after her daughter was born. Bambi said that her daughter’s father was her boyfriend. She wanted more of a commitment but accepted what she got. Bambi knew she was crazy to think things would progress further with him, but that’s what she still wanted.

  Jaye was moved by Bambi’s story. Jaye guessed that the boyfriend kept Bambi and their child a secret from the world. This could lead to further disappointment and heartache as the years passed. She could see the tears in Bambi’s eyes as she spoke about her boyfriend and her daughter.

  Jaye asked, “So, tell me about this special occasion?”

  Bambi answered, “Oh, Jaye, I’m so nervous about this event. My boyfriend invited me to the Emmy Awards Show as his guest and I want to look so young and sexy for him. He’s a real star, and a director. I just feel so self-conscious that I’ll make him look bad. Plus, he’ll be surrounded by all the twenty-something girls that work with him in the industry. What can I do?”

  Jaye knew she had to be honest. So, she said, “If it’s an award show, I think you should wear a full-length gown. Not this little white dress.”

  Jaye knew the white dress and Bambi’s very exposed body would draw all the photographers like flies. Jaye could see Bambi on the cover of the tabloids standing next to her boyfriend, with a headline that read, “Director takes a stripper to the Emmy’s.” That kind of publicity could kill their relationship and would crush Bambi.

  Jaye would be a real friend to Bambi. “Why don’t you buy the black dress instead? That’s classy and you looked great in it!”

  “Do you think so, Jaye?”

  Jaye answered, “Yes, I do.”

  “Okay, I’ll take it. Thank you.”

  Bambi gave Jaye a big hug. Then, the door bell rang and a new customer entered the boutique. This one was a long-haired, twenty-something brunette.

  Bambi handed Jaye the black ballroom gown, covered her chest with her hands, retreated to the dressing room, closed the curtain, and got redressed. Jaye returned to the front of the store.

  Bambi finished dressing and walked up to the cash register. She said, “Oh, Jaye, thank you for all your help.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  As Jaye rang up the black dress, she told Bambi, “I think your boyfriend must really care for you since he invited you to the Emmy’s.”

  Bambi was composed, but still flush with some tears in her eye, and asked, “Do you think so?”

  “Absolutely, you’re relationship is going public. That’s a big step.”

  “God, I hope so. I’ll try to look my best that night.”

  Jaye said, “Don’t worry. Look, come back after the show and tell me how it goes.”

  “OK, I will.”

  As Bambi Deer pranced out the door in her big white heels and super-tight slacks, swinging her dress box in one hand and her tiny purse in the other, Jaye thought, “Oh, good grief, some day I’ll write a book about the women that come in here!”

  Five minutes later, Jaye turned and saw another big-chested blonde; this one was taller and younger, at the party dress rack holding up the white mini-dress that Bambi almost bought. Jaye smiled, walked toward this pretty miss, confident that she’d also learn this lady’s story by the time a purchase was made.

  andi - september 1994

  Andi was going to a party, a small, private party where she would be the center of attention. She spent hours getting ready. She wanted to please the guests since they were the ones who helped her get started in her new career.

  She had her hair colored again, to its new platinum shade. She was getting used to being a blonde and she knew Sid loved it that way. She used her hot curlers and lots of hair spray to give her long, straight hair body and fullness. She didn’t like to think about how her hair would look once the fun started; usually it became a wild, tangled mess. Her hair was getting very long now and Andi didn’t know when she would cut it again; Sid wanted it even longer. What she did know was that it cost her extra time and money to get it dyed because it was over two feet long.

  She chose to look sexy and bold tonight. Five days earlier, she had found this hot little white dress at her favorite boutique on Melrose Avenue. It ended way above her knees, was backless and had a very thin halter front that provided suspender-like pieces over less than a third of her breasts. Andi bought this dress because she knew it would turn on the party guests. Andi was thrilled with her selection and loved how it showed her body.

  She pulled up the back triangle and the side straps of her g-string to make sure they were visible above the top of the little dress’s skirt. She knew that would turn on Sid and Edie too.

  She was walking around her apartment barefooted as she’d save her new, white pumps with the five-inch heels for later.

  Andi wasn’t sure how submissive to be tonight. Of course, Sid would tell her and Edie what to do in and out of bed, but she was thinking about resisting Sid, at least a little. Should she misbehave and need to be corrected? Or, should she be a good girl from the start?

  She thought about the last few times and how Sid was so rough! That’s why she hadn’t been back to the mansion in a month. She needed time to recover, for her body to heal. Of course, Andi didn’t tell him how she’d cried.

  Sid asked her to bring her thong bikini for the hot tub, and her baby doll nightgown for bed.

  Andi found the games to be fun, no, they were satisfying, or, no, they were what she needed or deserved. Oh, she didn’t know. She liked the attention Sid and Edie gave her but what Sid did to her didn’t feel right, a lot of the time. In fact, she knew the punishments were wrong. But, she was so lonely. Sid and Edie were her friends and it felt so good to be the center of attention, even if Sid was disciplining her. It was great sex, too, but it was getting weird.

  Andi needed a new boyfriend. She thought about the hot guy who started hitting on her at the apartment’s pool. Maybe she’d say yes if he asked again.

  But, that guy didn’t really turn her on. No, what Andi really wanted was her dream lover. She didn’t know how that could ever happen. In the mean time she would do this one more time with Sid and Edie, but she swore to herself that she’d tell them it was the last time.

  part two

  surprise!

  Los Angeles International Airport, Los Angeles, California, August 26, 1995

  I arrived the day after the lunch on Rittenhouse Square, on Saturday afternoon. It had been almost two years since I last saw Andi Anderson. That time was the good-bye dinner in Manhattan for our mutual friend, Cyndie Myst. Cyndie was about to take a job with the largest modeling agency in Philadelphia. Since then, all three of us had moved away from the big city.

  Tall, lean, dark-haired, and incredibly beautiful with a straight thin nose, bright blue eyes, full lips, high cheek bones and a strong chin; that was Andi Anderson - super model.

  I walked up the LAX gangway at 2:45 PM and found a different looking woman waiting for me. My God, Andi looked irresistible! Andi had
those same blue eyes and that pretty face; but she was now blonde, very blonde. She was a vision in white, with Lycra bike shorts, a sports bra and flip-flops. Her lovely blonde hair trailed far down her back. The little top revealed all of her firm belly, including her belly button, above her bottom-hugging shorts.

  Then, I noticed her breasts. What a surprise! The tight bra fully revealed their shape. But, their size was the biggest shock. They had become C cups, maybe larger; a big change from her natural size. When did that happen?

  Andi looked so appealing and vulnerable to me. Her beautiful, curvy body looked practically naked in those white clothes and I felt this jealous need to cover her up as I didn’t want any other man seeing her.

  It seemed like Andi guessed the feelings rushing through my mind as she ran the final three steps so she could hug and kiss me as soon as possible. We were casual friends, or at least I thought so. But, she acted like I was her soul mate, instantly providing me with a lover’s passion. Being three thousand miles away from my new girlfriend, I yielded to the moment with the most beautiful woman I’d ever held. In fact, my surrender lasted eight days.

  Andi smelled clean and flowery and kissed wonderfully and her tongue was as hungry as her hands and body. Her very long hair was soft and sleek and all around us. When I grabbed the curve of her barely-covered, perfectly-firm behind and pulled her tight against the front of my pants, I realized I was losing any measure of self control.

  Somehow, I broke our embrace and managed to move us out of the main flow of walking traffic, before we started hugging and kissing and groping again, which seemed to last forever. I admit that I was excited before the next minute went by, especially when I realized Andi wasn’t wearing underwear. She noticed that too and positioned herself so I could feel her excitement and she could feel mine. Finally, we sat down in the waiting area chairs to keep from falling.