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 CHAPTER 78

It was after nine thirty when we pulled up to the gate. I would have
been there earlier, but Sylvia said not to rush because nobody was
ever on time for one of these things. The address Meg had given me
turned out to be in one of those magnificent, gated communities in
Beverly Hills. The Kiosk at the entrance looked like a guard post at a
medieval castle. A guy stepped out that didn't look much older than
me, and he carefully checked my ID against a list. Then he asked for
the name of my guest. When Sylvia said, "Theda Bara." He asked her to
spell it, then he wrote my name and hers on a piece of yellow paper
and he slid it under my wiper blade. Then he handed me a map showing
where the house was, and as we drove away, I saw Sylvia smiling. When
I asked who Theda Bara was, she just shook her head and laughed.
The house was visible from half a block away. It's a huge three-story
thing with massive columns, and lights everywhere. It sat far back
from the street, and was surrounded by trees and a tall wrought iron
fence with a huge gate. An older, uniformed man met us at the gate. He
took the yellow paper and looked carefully at it. Then he looked at
Sylvia, smiled, and motioned us inside. We drove up a long driveway
edged with lighted Gargoyles, past a huge metal dragon, with wings at
least twenty feet wide. I was impressed, but Sylvia shook her head and
said, "This guy has no taste at all."
When we pulled up to the entrance, I stepped out, and a valet opened
the car door for Sylvia. He said, "Go straight through the house, the
party is in the back." He handed me a ticket for the car, and we went
inside. 
The place was huge. The living room ceiling was at least thirty feet
high. Paintings and tapestries hung everywhere, and a beautiful oak
staircase wound its way up to a balcony that ran across the back of
the room. We could hear music in the rear, so we headed down a hallway
that headed that direction, but as we passed an open door, Sylvia
looked in and said, "Ahhh, a bathroom. Go on ahead, I'll meet you in a
minute."
The hallway opened onto a large, covered patio. There was a small
musical group set up on one end, and on the other end were two long
tables loaded with food. Next to the tables was a smaller table,
loaded with bottles of  booze, soft drinks, and one of those big
fountain things. A bartender was pouring bottles of champagne into it.
There looked to be about fifteen or twenty couples there. Some were
standing, and others were sitting on a bunch of lounges that looked
like they'd been brought in for the party. Most people had plates of
food, so I went to one of the tables, and I was picking through
things, when Meg came up and said, "Hey, I see you found the trough."
When I turned to look at her, I was shocked!
She was barefoot, dressed in a filmy, organdy thing, you could
practically see through, and she had a thong bikini under it. She
looked fantastic.
When I was able to catch my breath, I stammered, "Uhh, yeah, I -I came
here to protect you."
She answered, "Protect me! From what?"
"I heard there was gonna be food, and I wanted to keep my eye on your
boyfriend. I don't want him to eat so much that he passes out. He
might fall on top of you and crush you."
Sylvia walked up behind her just as Meg hit me on the arm and said,
"Knock it off, junior, He's not my boyfriend, he's not that fat, and
he's not even here yet. What about you, did you bring along one of
your friends from school?"
Loud enough for Sylvia to hear me, I said, "Well, you told me to bring
a date, so I brought along a girl I'd seen around the freshman class.
Here she is now."
Sylvia came up and slid her arm through mine, kissed me on the cheek,
and said, "Hi sweetie, sorry I took so long. I had to evict a couple
from the bathroom."
Sylvia is a good six inches taller than Meg, plus she was wearing
high-heeled sandals. So she towered over her when she looked down and
said, "Are you going to introduce me to your little friend?"
Trying to keep a straight face, I said, "Sylvia Brand, this is Meg.
She's the one that arraigned for us to be here."
Meg was frowning when Sylvia nodded and said, "Oh, are you a friend of
Saul Epstein's?"
The frown turned to curiosity, as she replied, "Uhh no, a friend of
mine is. Why, do you know him?"
"Not really. We were involved in a business deal recently, and we
talked on the phone a few times."
Meg asked, "Are you in the entertainment industry?" 
She said it with such intensity; it was surprising. But when Sylvia
answered that she wasn't, Meg's mood changed like someone turned a
switch.
I asked her, "Where's your friend, Carl?"
Here eyes were already back surveying the room when she answered, "Oh,
he said he had to pick up something. He'll be here later."
Just then some people came in, and I guess she spotted someone she
knew, so she nodded a 'nice ta meet you' at Sylvia, and she excused
herself.
As she walked away Sylvia shook her head and smiled, so I asked why.
"I've seen her type. She spends her whole life waiting for her 'big
break'. As soon as she found out I wasn't in the business, she lost
interest. Have you slept with her yet?"
"Uhh, no."
"Don't worry, you will."
We stood there for a while, nibbling on some food, and I began to
realize I recognized some of the people here, as actors I'd seen on
TV. When I mentioned it to Sylvia, she smiled, and explained, "The
people here are 'B-list' actors. They're here for the free food and to
network. There's no media here, so this isn't the kind of party the
A-list people usually come to. And even if they did, they wouldn't
show up till around eleven."
"Why does this Epstein guy have these parties?"
"Look around, do you see all the pretty girls?"
I had been looking around, and there were some absolute knockouts
here. One spectacular blonde I had seen in a dozen TV shows; was just
passing by us. She was wearing white slacks, and a frilly shirt that
was almost completely unbuttoned. She had huge tits, and the shirt was
open so far, I could see part of her Areola on both sides. The only
thing covered was her nipples, and when she leaned forward to take a
bite of food, I could even see one of them. She was arm in arm with a
tall, black-haired girl wearing a black leather outfit and even though
it was dark outside, she was wearing sunglasses. The two of them made
an amazing couple.
I said to Sylvia, "Yes, there are lots of pretty girls here. But I
haven't seen our host. Is he here?"
"Oh, he's here all right. He's in a room somewhere, 'interviewing' a
few of those pretty girls right now. They'll do anything to help their
careers. I'm sure he'll be here later."
"How do you know so much about this?"
She raised an eyebrow, and replied, "Why Pete, didn't you know that I
used to be an actress?"
It suddenly hit me that maybe she'd been through this. A picture of
her in some rich guy's arms trying to further her career, jumped into
my head, and I began to get upset. It must have been obvious, because
she started laughing, and she hugged me and said, "Relax, my love. I'm
just teasing you. Herb has financed a few movies, and when I first met
him, he used to have parties like this. I was always with my husband,
but I knew what went on."
Feeling better, I asked, "How is your husband?"
She had a resigned look on her face when she answered, "Not good, he
barely recognizes me anymore."
I waited a second, then I asked, "How's Herb?"
He's fine. He's still in Europe, but I talked with him earlier tonight
about my coming here with you, and he said it was a good idea. We
tried to get Epstein involved in the Global deal. His money would have
come in handy, but he wasn't interested. I've talked to him a few
times on the phone, but I never met him in person. I'm going to try
and talk to him later. His backing would still be an asset. Oh, and
Herb said hello." 
We sat around watching, as more people showed up, and a little later
the group started playing a swing tune. There was a clear area in
front of the band, so I grabbed Sylvia, and we started dancing. Sylvia
isn't as good a dancer as Mom or Kate, but she isn't bad, and as I
twirled her, the little cover she was wearing rose up and showed her
bikini-clad bottom. She might be close to forty, but she sure doesn't
look it. Her waist is tiny, and her butt is as sexy as any girl here.
I even noticed a few of the younger girls frowning as they watched
her. When the tune ended, the group started another song. It was a
slower one, and we spent more time in each other's arms. It seemed
like the other couples were more used to the frantic, faster tunes,
and some left the dance floor, so I made our swings wider, and more
dramatic. At one point, I noticed a small group watching us. A guy in
the middle of things was wearing what looked like a bathrobe, and a
number of people, mostly girls and one big husky guy surrounded him.
The husky guy was looking at us and talking to him. As the tune came
to an end, I bent Sylvia back in a dramatic manner, and I kissed her.
The band took a break, and the man in the robe came over to us. He
looked like a guy about fifty trying to look like he was thirty. His
hair was too black; his tan was too perfect, and he was wearing too
many gold chains around his neck. 
He was looking at Sylvia, not me, when he said, "Well done young man,
but my people tell me you're an actor, not a dancer."
"Well, actually, I'm neither. At least, not yet."
He looked back at me and said, "So I've heard. But don't worry. If
Myrna Devon is involved, you will be."
He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Saul Epstein," 
I shook it, and he turned to Sylvia and said, "And who is this lovely
lady?"
Before I had a chance to say anything, Sylvia held her hand out and
said, "Hello Mr. Epstein, we've talked before. It's nice to finally
meet you, I'm Sylvia Brand."
His eyes narrowed for a minute, then they widened, and he said,
"Sylvia Brand! Indeed we have spoken. You're head of operations for
Herb Johnson, aren't you?"
"Yes." 
He looked her up and down and said, "I'm going to have to talk with
Herb. That rascal didn't tell me you were so beautiful." Then he
cocked his head and asked, "You're not here to try and talk me into
something are you?"
She answered, "Well, it depends on how receptive you are. "
He looked at her for a long moment, then he glanced over his shoulder
to the big guy he'd been standing with, and barked, "Time!"
The guy answered, "Ten-fifteen, boss."
He looked back at Sylvia, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "Okay, you
have fifteen minutes."
Sylvia looked at me and raised an eyebrow. 
I said, "It's okay, go ahead, I'll find something to do."
Without looking around, Epstein called out, "Candy, come here," and
one of the girls he'd been standing with, a cute little blonde in a
mini bikini, came running over. He said to her, "I'll be busy for a
while, show Pete around the place."
She got an odd expression on her face, and answered, "Uhh, sure. Do
you umm, know how long you'll be gone?"
With a sharp glance, he answered, "I told you, it won't be long. Now
do as I asked."
As he and Sylvia walked toward the house, I asked Candy, "What's the
matter, are you in a hurry?"
"No, it's just that, uhh, oh nothing. Come on, I'll show you around."
She turned away, and I followed her cute butt toward the back of the
property. Her bikini was so small you could see the beginning of her
butt crack, and she had a tattoo of a bunch of swirls and dashes just
above it. I'd seen stuff like that at school when the girls wore
low-rise jeans, but I'd never had a full view like now, and it was
pretty sexy.
She took me to an area at the rear of the property that was surrounded
by high bushes. I could see a mesh enclosure of some kind sticking
above it, and when we got close, I could hear chirps and whistles. We
went through a gate, and suddenly we were in front of a large aviary.
She went to a box and hit a switch, and lights came on all around. It
was partitioned off into two areas, and next to it was an enclosed
tent. One part was full of colorful birds. Most of them were sleeping,
but next to it, the other room held five Peacocks, and they were very
much awake. I was standing there admiring things, when Candy asked,
"Are you an actor?"
I looked over at her, and at that moment, I wanted to be whatever that
cute girl wanted me to be. So I acted bored, and said, "Uhh, yeah, I
act a little."
"Are you famous? I don't recognize you."
"I'm, uhh, not from around here."
"Oh, you must be from New York. What are you, movies, stage or what?"
"Umm, mostly movies."
"Wow, that's great. I've been in some movies, and Saul says he'll make
sure I get a part in his next film."
"Good for you. What movies were you in?"
"Well, they are, uhh, art films. I was in one last year that starred
Vivian James."
It took me a second to recognize the name. I hadn't thought about
Denise's mother in a long time. And then I realized what she meant by
Art films. I asked, "Have you seen her lately?"
"Who, Ms. James? Why? Do you know her?"
"Yes, I know her. Have you talked to her?"
She seemed impressed now, and she answered, "I haven't seen her since
we worked together last summer. I hear she got into some kind of
trouble right after that, and she moved to Italy. I think her last two
films were made there."
I was thinking that Denise, maybe even the Torres family might want to
talk to her, so I asked, "Do you know how to get in touch with her?"
"No, but Saul might. So, you're in the industry too?"
I knew she meant the porn industry, and it was kind of fun pretending,
so I said, "I made a few, but now I'm into directing."
"Really, are you working on something now?"
"Maybe. Why? Are you interested?"
She came over and looked up at me. This cute girl couldn't be much
older than I am, and she was as fresh-faced as any girl in my school,
so what she said next floored me.
She was really enthusiastic when she explained, "Sure, I do it all,
boy-girl, girl-girl, gang-bangs, DP; I do everything."
It took me a few seconds to gather my thoughts. One part of me was a
little turned on, but another part was repulsed. I'd seen porn on
computers, but those girls were images on a screen. This was the real
thing, and somehow, I just couldn't imagine her wanting to do
something like that. Strangely enough, I wanted to hold her in my
arms, and tell her not to do it anymore. 
Then she smiled, and I could see that she had her tongue pierced. The
stories the guys at school told, about how great a blowjob was, when
the girl had her tongue pierced came to mind, and my mood was broken. 
I said, "Well, I'll keep you in mind in case there's an opening.
She came close, put her hand on my crotch, and said, "What if I do
something so you won't forget me," and she started to kneel down.
Tempting as it was, I'm here with Sylvia, and it didn't seem right. So
I caught her arm, pulled her to her feet, and said, "Don't worry, I
won't forget you."
During our conversation, Candy had seemed to get increasingly nervous,
and she kept looking at her watch. I heard the band start up, and I
looked at mine as well. Nearly a half hour had gone by, so we started
back to the party. We were almost there when I saw a small group of
people standing by themselves, and they seemed to be arguing about
something. Candy cried, "Oh Fuck," and went running to them. I took a
few steps closer, and I recognized Epstein and the husky guy, and they
were arguing with Meg's friend, Carl. Candy got to them, and after a
minute, she started screaming at Carl. 
I didn't see Carl swing at her, but suddenly she was lying on her
back. Then the husky guy pushed Carl hard, and he started rapidly
backing up. They followed him, still talking to him, but they didn't
pay any attention to Candy, so I went to her. She was holding her
face, and I could see a little blood, so I pulled her hand away. She
had a bloody nose, and that seemed to be all, but she had a haunted
look on her face and she asked, "Pete, are you, uhh, holding?"
I had seen enough TV to know what 'holding' meant. She was asking if I
had any drugs on me, and it occurred to me why she was nervous. She
needed a fix.
I said, "Sorry Candy, I don't use."
She went, "Oh Fuck," again, and put her face back in her hands."
I helped her up, and as we headed toward the house I asked, "Why are
they pissed off at Carl?"
"That asshole was supposed to show up with 'product', and all he
brought was grass and some bullshit story about how he got stiffed for
the rest."
"So, Carl is his supplier?"
"Yeah, Saul gave him money, and Carl said he paid for everything, but
the cops showed up during the transfer, and everyone split before he
got the dope."
"Where'd he get the grass?"
"He says he got it somewhere else, and paid for it with his own
money."
"So Epstein supplies dope to everybody at these parties for free?"
"Yeah, he gets a kick out of playing the 'big man'. But it isn't free
for everyone. Some of us pay in other ways."
I guessed what she meant by that, she was probably one of the reasons
Epstein was late getting to the party. I asked, "Are you going to be
okay?"
"Yeah, as soon as I can get to a bathroom and get cleaned up."
"What are you going to do for, uhh, product?"
"Oh, I'll ask around. Someone here will be sitting on something. I'll
just have to pay for it again, is all."
I dropped her off when we got to the house, and I began looking around
for Sylvia. I found her sitting in a chair by the pool surrounded by
three guys. They looked like they were in their late twenties or early
thirties. They were laughing and joking with her, and she looked
perfectly at home with them. I stood back and watched for a while. She
was obviously enjoying herself, and it was great to see her having
such a good time. The room had started to fill up, and so had the
dance floor. The music was loud, the songs were fast, and people were
jammed together. When that tune ended, the band started a slower one,
and I noticed that one of the guys was trying to coax Sylvia onto the
dance floor. Just then Meg came by, so I asked her if she'd like to
dance. She answered, "Sure," so I took her by the hand and walked her
by Sylvia on the way to the dance floor. When we got close, I winked
at Sylvia. She grinned, and nodded to the guy, and when Meg and I got
to the dance floor, Sylvia and the guy were right behind us. Each tune
was long, and I noticed that several guys had cut in and were dancing
with Sylvia. She looked like she was having a great time. Meg turned
out to be a good dancer, and I was having fun as well. It was a warm
night. When the next tune turned out to be a fast one, she stuck with
me through the whole song, and when it ended we were both covered with
perspiration. When I mention I was thirsty, Meg led us to the bar and
ordered us a couple of Long Island Iced teas. I downed mine in one
long gulp and Meg wasn't far behind, so she ordered us two more. I
looked over at Sylvia, and two guys I hadn't seen before were talking
with her, so I walked Meg over to some chairs and we sat for a minute.
We complimented each other on our dancing, then I asked, "Is Carl
okay?"
She looked puzzled and said, "I guess so. Why?"
"Well, it looked like Epstein and his guy were pretty pissed."
"When did you see Carl? 
"A little while ago he was talking to Epstein and his guy."
What were they pissed about?"
It suddenly occurred to me that maybe she really didn't know what was
going on, and I asked, "How well do you know Carl?"
"Actually, not that well. He's kind of a dork, but he seems to be well
connected, and he gets me jobs. We've gone out a couple times. I don't
know how he does it on his salary, but he's very generous, and he
throws money around when we're together. I think he has an inheritance
or something. But, what about Epstein? Why is he pissed?"
I told her what I saw, and what the blonde told me. Toward the end,
she said, "Son of a bitch," and sat back in her chair. 
I asked, "What's the matter, you're not waiting for drugs, are you?"
She didn't answer for a minute, and then she stood up and said, "No,
that's not it. I gotta find Carl." and without another word, she
hurried off.
As I got up from the chair, I felt my shirt sticking to my chest from
perspiration. I glanced at Sylvia, and she was still busy with her new
friends. There were several people in the pool, and I had a bathing
suit on under my clothes, so I slipped out of my t-shirt and Chino's,
folded them into a pile with my wallet, and went to where Sylvia was
sitting. When I got there, her friends looked up with surprise, as I
slid them under her chair, and as I headed toward the pool I heard one
of them say, "Who the hell is that?" 
I glanced at her just before I dove into the pool. She was laughing. 
The pool was heated, so it wasn't as cool as I expected, but it was
still refreshing, and I did a couple of fast laps. I stopped and stood
up in the shallow end, and I was wiping the water from my eyes, when I
noticed an attractive woman sitting on the edge of the pool, watching
me. She obviously hadn't been swimming because her hair was dry and
she had a drink in her hand. She looked to be in her late thirties,
and there was something familiar about her, so I nodded hello. She
smiled and motioned me over, so I went to her. She put her free hand
on my shoulder, then she dragged it slowly across my chest and down
until her it stopped at the top of my trunks, and in a husky voice,
she said, "My God young man, where in the world did you get all those
muscles?"
It suddenly hit me who she was. Her name is Rita Rawlins; she's the
star of the long running TV show, "Trauma Room." It was exciting to
meet her, and I wanted to make an impression, so I said, "Hi, I'm Pete
Baker. I've been working out because I wanted to be in shape in case I
met you some day."
She raised an eyebrow and replied, "Well, you've met me, Pete. What do
you think?"
She was close now, and I noticed a few wrinkles, but she was still
stunning, and I said, "You're even more beautiful than I expected."
This got a big grin out of her and she said, "Damn! Handsome and glib.
You're not gay are you?"
I was having fun with this, so I answered, "No Ma'am, but if I was, I
would certainly change once I met you."
It got a real laugh out her, and she stood up, held her hand out to me
and said, "I think it's time we had a drink." I got out, and as we
headed toward the bar, I noticed she was a little unsteady, so I put
my arm on her shoulder. On the way there, I kept thinking, "I can't
believe I'm walking with Rita Rawlins." 
When we got to the bar, the bartender said, "It's ready Miss Rawlins,"
and he pushed a tray toward her. On it, were five glasses, an ice
bucket, a small dish of lemon rinds, and a full bottle of Gin. 
She said, "Get something," so I asked for a Long Island Iced tea.
After he made it, he set it on the tray, and she said to me, "Grab
that, will you, I want you to meet some friends of mine." 
Curious, I followed her into the house, up some stairs, and into a
room that over overlooked the pool. There were four women sitting on
lounges, around a low table, and when we walked in, one of them said,
"Damn, she got him."
Rita said, "Girls, this is Pete Baker. Isn't he beautiful?"
The women looked like they were in their early forties, and they
radiated 'money'. They were thin, all but one was blonde, and even
though they were wearing bikinis, they were also wearing tons of
jewelry. 
The dark-haired one patted a place next to her and said, "Put the tray
down sweetie, and come over here I want to look at you." But Rita
quickly said, "Knock it off bitch, he's mine," and they all laughed. 
I set the tray down and looked them over. This was flattering, but I
was starting to feel a little uneasy. They were very attractive, but
looking at them was like looking into a pool of sharks, and I said,
"Uhh ladies, I'm here with someone."
One of the other women said, "That's her problem. When we get finished
with you, there's not going to be much left."
That cracked everyone up. But even though it was exciting meeting Rita
Rawlins, I'd had about enough, and I began to think about the looks
those guys were giving Sylvia when I left her. So I said, "Well
ladies, it's been fun meeting you, but I have to get back to my
friend."
The dark-haired one, nodded toward the tray and said, "Pete, before
you do, would you mind fixing us some drinks?"
"Sure, what would you like?"
In a sing-song voice, she said, "Gin and ice is always nice," and the
girls all giggled. So I knelt down and began filling the glasses with
ice. It wasn't until I reached for the Gin bottle that I noticed that
she had turned toward me, so I looked up at her. Her legs were spread,
and it looked as though she had pulled her bikini bottom aside,
because I was staring directly at her pussy. I began to get hard, and
it was all I could do to tear my eyes away. 
I pretended not to notice, but I know she saw me looking at it, and I
guess my hand was shaking as I poured Gin into their glasses, because
she said, "You seem nervous. Do you see something you like?" 
The other women were watching me, and grinning. Everyone except Rita.
She was staring at the Gin bottle and she had her hand out, waiting,
so I put an inch or so in the bottom of her glass. She didn't reach
for it; she just wiggled her finger for more. So I filled the glass
about half full. She shook her head, and she reached over and took her
glass and the Gin bottle. She filled her glass to the top, did the
same to the others, then she sat back, took a long pull on her drink,
and said, "You're an actor, aren't you Pete?"
I didn't want to tell her that I had never acted in anything, so I
just answered, "Well, sort-of, I guess."
"Well, the people in this room could make a big difference in your
career. All you have to do is, umm, be friendly."
I stood still, trying to think of what to say. It was obvious what
they wanted. And the sight of that pussy, plus the thought of having
sex with these women had me fully hard now. But I was out of my
element here, plus I was with Sylvia. I knew I better leave quickly
before I changed my mind, so I said, "I'm sorry ladies, but you are
all so beautiful, I'm sure I'd disappoint you," and I started backing
toward the door.
One of the women said, "See, I told you he was gay."
The dark-haired girl said, "Oh yeah! Look at the bulge in his bathing
suit."
They were laughing as I turned and rushed down the steps.

The pool area was really getting crowded, and I was looking for
Sylvia, when I heard her say, "Honey, I'm over here."
She was still talking to the guys she was with when I left, but she
waved me over, and when I got there, she grabbed me, turned to the
guys and said, "This is my lover. His name's Pete. Have you met him?"
The guys looked at me, then back at her. They looked like someone had
let the air out of them, and they mumbled something, and quickly
walked away.
Sylvia was smiling when I looked at her, and I said, "You were teasing
them, weren't you?"
"Uh-huh. Those guys were great. I haven't heard so much bullshit since
I was in college. And the funny thing is, they were still using the
same old lines. It was wonderful hearing all that crap, again. It made
me feel ten years younger."
"So you just let them snow you?"
"Oh yes! I pretended I was eating it up. I'm sure they thought I would
run into to the bushes with them at any minute."
"What if you hadn't seen me just now?"
"Oh, I knew you were around somewhere. You saw me with them. You were
letting me have fun, weren't you?"
"Yeah, it looked like you were having a good time."
	"I was, dear. Life has been very serious lately. I haven't
been out having fun for a very long time. By the way, wasn't that a TV
star I saw you walking with?"
"Yeah, it was Rita Rawlins."
"What did she want with you?"
"I said, "I think she wanted my body," and I told her about what
nearly happened.
Sylvia laughed, then she shook her head and joked, "So you turned down
four women because of little ole me?"
I made a point of staring at her ample breasts and I replied, "There
ain't nothin little about you babe, except where it counts."
That got another laugh, and hug for me. I began telling her about the
birdcage in the back of the place, when Meg walked up. She seemed
agitated, so I asked, "Meg, what's wrong?"	
She gave me a haunted look and answered, "Pete, I may have a problem.
You don't have a history of drug use, do you?"
"No, not at all. Why?"
"And neither of you are holding right now?"
I looked at Sylvia, and she shook her head, so I said, "No, we don't
have drugs. Why, what's going on?"
"I, umm, had a problem a while back. A bunch of friends and me were at
a party that got busted for noise. Some of us gave the cops some shit,
and they hauled us in. I had a joint on me, and so did some of the
other people. They let us go with a warning, but they took all our
names. Two weeks ago I was at a concert. When it was over, we were
sitting in a car, waiting in line to get out, and one of the guys was
smoking hash. Suddenly, the cops swarmed all over us. They took us all
in, and as luck would have it, I got the same cop as the first time.
He was gonna charge me, but his boss called him into his office. They
talked for a few minutes, and when he came back, he said he'd let me
go with a warning, but if he ever found out I was involved with drugs
again, I would definitely go to jail. Two days ago he called me and
asked if I was going to the party tonight. When I said I was, he said
he knew there were going to be drugs here, and he asked me who the
supplier was. It took some convincing to assure him I didn't know, and
he said if he found out I was keeping something from him, he was going
to throw the book at me. From what you told me, it sounds like Carl is
their supplier. I think some plain-clothes cops might show up here,
and if they find out I'm with him, it could be bad. If they do, would
it be okay if I said I was with the two of you?"
I said, "Sure, I --" 
Suddenly Sylvia broke in with, "No, it isn't! I don't want Pete's name
connected with drugs in any way. But there may be another way to
handle this. I'm going to go talk to Epstein, you two wait here. I'll
be right back."
She headed for the house, and Meg asked, "Who is she? What can she
do?"
"I don't know what she's gonna do, but she's the vice president of a
large company, and she's used to getting her own way."
"Is she a relative or something?"
"No, just a friend."
"I see the way you two look at each other, she's more than just a
friend."
I didn't answer. It was getting late and a cool breeze came up, so I
reached under the chair and picked up my shirt. I was getting ready to
slip it on, when I noticed Meg staring at my chest. I stopped and
watched her, until she reached up and touched me. Almost a minute went
by before she said, "Damn! You're really Buff. You must work out all
the time."
I slipped on my shirt and shoes, before I answered, "Not really, I
just --" but before I could go any farther, a voice interrupted us with,
"You two, follow me." 
It was Epstein's guy, and it wasn't the fact that he interrupted us,
it was the way he did it, and the tone of his voice. So I put my hand
on Meg's arm to stop her, and I said, "You mean 'Please', don't you?"
He had started to walk away, but he stopped, turned around, and glared
at me. We probably weigh about the same. He isn't as tall as I am, but
his shoulders are broader, and it looks like he works out as well. I
was beginning to regret what I said, when he muttered, "Yeah, please,"
and turned back around. We followed him into the house, to a large
room where Sylvia and Epstein were standing. They seemed to be having
an argument, but they stopped when we came into the room. 
Epstein said to Meg, "Okay, tell me what's going on."
Meg repeated what she told us, and when she finished, Epstein turned
to his guy and barked, "Go to the studio and explain what's happening,
then gather everything up and stash it. Then go to our friends by the
pool and do the same. And be sure to check the tent."
Then he picked up a phone and pushed a button. After a few seconds he
said, "Send Cliff here," and after he hung up, he turned to Meg and
said, "Thank you. I was afraid something like this was going to
happen. There are some important people here, and it could have been
embarrassing."
Meg asked, "Is Carl around somewhere?"
"No, he's out looking for, uhh, w-well, he's not here. But I'll call
his pager. When he contacts me, I'll tell him not to come back here."
Just then a young, sort-of effeminate guy came in. Epstein pointed to
him and said to Meg, "In the meantime, this is Cliff. If anyone asks,
you're with him."
Meg thanked him, then he turned to me and said, "Why don't you and Meg
go back to the party, I'd like to talk with Sylvia."
Sylvia immediately took my arm and said, "Thanks Saul. You and I can
talk later. Right now, Pete, and I have some dancing to do." 
He looked disappointed when she took my arm, and the three of us went
back downstairs. 
When we got to the pool area, Meg thanked Sylvia, and then she asked,
"What were you and Epstein arguing about?"
Sylvia wasn't smiling when she answered, "Everything with Epstein
comes at a price. He may join my company and some partners, in a large
venture, and we just did him a big favor, but he's still trying to
negotiate some 'extras'."
Meg nodded knowingly, "That's what I figured. I know what those extra
are."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and said, "It sounds like he's made you some
offers."
"No, I've just heard about him and his offers. I'm way too old. Once
you get much past twenty, he and his friends aren't interested
anymore."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm a long way from twenty."
"Yes, but your obviously well connected, you're probably rich, and
your very beautiful. That's an aphrodisiac, no matter what you're real
preferences are."
Sylvia laughed, said, "Thank you," and then she looked around at the
attractive surroundings and asked, "What do you know about this
place."
Meg answered, "I can only tell you what I've heard. I hear it used to
belong to some old movie star named Greta something, and it's supposed
to be the largest residential property in Beverly Hills. She's the one
who built the aviary, and there's supposed to be over a million
dollars worth of rare birds in it. The house is over twenty thousand
square feet and the 'studio' you heard him mention, is where he and
his buddies take the girls. What goes on in there is supposed to be
pretty wild."
I asked, "Who are his buddies?"
"I think they're mostly movie people, but I hear some bankers and some
politicians show up occasionally. He has parties here all the time."
"Aren't these guys married?"
"Sure, some of their wives come here too. They don't care. Word has
it, they pick out the best looking guys here, and have their own
party."
When Sylvia laughed out loud, Meg looked at her, pointed her finger at
me and asked, "What happened, don't tell me they picked him?"
"She nodded, "Yes, and guess what? He turned them down because I was
here."
"Well, aren't you two going together?"
Sylvia put her hand on my cheek and said, "Wouldn't that be something,
but no, I'm married. I live in Phoenix. Pete's aunt just had a baby,
and I'm staying with her for a little while."
Meg looked at us, raised an eyebrow, and I think she was trying to
shock us when she remarked, "Oh. The way you behave toward each other,
I'd have sworn you were lovers."
Sylvia's eyes narrowed, and she came back quickly, with, "Oh, we are,
dear. He's a fantastic lover. By far, the best I've ever been with.
Have you slept with him yet?"
A little flustered, Meg stammered, "Uhh, no. Not yet. I-I mean, no, I
haven't slept with him."
Sylvia was obviously getting a kick out of this and she said, "Oh, you
should dear. He's incredible."
Meg was trying to think of a comeback, when her cell phone rang. She
turned away to answer it, and just then things got quieter. Someone
had come in. I couldn't see who it was, but they must have been
important, because a buzz was running through the crowd. Epstein came
running by, and people began to crowd around the patio entry. I was
craning my neck trying to see who it was, when the crowd parted and
someone familiar appeared.
 It was someone I hadn't seen for a while, and her beautiful ebony
face was even more striking than I remembered. 
 
  

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