"I was right!"
It was all the cryptic message from Laura Austin said.
The party at Gary Mackas' home had ended with a Police raid looking for illegal activities of the invited guests. It netted the arrest of, among others, former Artists Unlimited agent Scott Jackson on possession of illegal narcotics, on top of the resisting arrest charges (supposedly it took a Taser gun and about a dozen of the LAPD's finest to hold him down). But the authorities missed getting several ladies (among them my friend Laura Austin) who'd been hired by Gary for "entertainment" along with their driver, me. I'd had my own encounter with Scott that night, I caught him in the midst of an assault on Rita, one of Laura's friends, and our battle was worthy of a WWE match. Once we were safely home, I told them all that I knew about Scott, it turned out Rita and Laura knew Scott as well. Their information was sketchy, but Laura seemed determined to find out all she could. And she had more extensive resources than I did.
That's why her text message made me curious, what had she found?
Chuck Tyler, the head of Artists Unlimited, was understandably livid about my getting mixed up in the case as he had just engineered a merger with Talent Associates in New York and made a clean break from Scott, his longtime east coast rival, and hoped to keep that distance in the newly expanded company. His legal team assured him that this was only a bump in the road, there'd be no legal consequences for me or the company.
There was still that text message, though.
I'd kept Chuck in the dark as to the full extent of my activities at the party, not to mention the battle Scott and I had. And especially Laura's mysterious text message.
What did she mean?
I got my answer Thursday night when she called me at home.
"Hey, babe!" she said in that effortlessly sexy voice "What would you say to a weekend in Palm Springs?"
The offer perked me up.
"I'd say...what hotel?"
"No hotel...gorgeous place that I'm house-sitting." she said before adding "For a friend."
I thought for a minute.
"Oh, come on! It's gets lonely in the desert, you know." she said before adding in a sexier voice "And for the price of driving me home you get to play with me all weekend."
That got my attention!
"OK, what's the address?"
As my Mercedes convertible smoothly navigated south on California's Highway 10, I still wondered about that text message.
"What could it mean?" I thought
Any questions I had disappeared when I pulled onto the private road where the address was located. The desert was all around me and few houses could be seen. The further into the desert I drove the more remote I felt. Finally I spotted what looked like a group of flying saucers atop a distant hill.
This was the place.
The SLK roared up the steep, winding, driveway. I slowly got out of my car and looked around. I saw no other cars and there was a stillness all around me. I finally heard a door open and a diminutive, yet powerful figure, stood in the doorway in a black tank top, denim cutoffs and black sheepskin boots.
"Hollywood!" she said happily "You made it!"
Knowing I was in the presence of Laura Austin, I smiled.
"Look at you..." she giggled as I met her at the door "Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and Converse sneakers...you look like a college kid on spring break."
"Yeah, where's the wet t-shirt contest?"
"Oh, here baby!" she laughed as she shook her body, making her beautifully large tits sway "Mmmm...so good to see you again!"
"So this is the place?" I said looking around.
"Uh-huh! You are gonna LOVE this place!" she said as she took my hand "Lemme show you around!"
The heat of the desert quickly disappeared as we went inside, the floors were highly polished gray stone that instantly felt cool on on my feet, even in sneakers. Even though the amount of furniture was small inside the vast home it had an ultra-modern look nonetheless.
"Check this out!" Laura said enthusiastically in the huge kitchen with its gleaming appliances "I'm gonna cook you an Italian feast in here!"
She opened the huge refrigerator and tossed me a bottle of water.
"Keep this nearby, it gets really hot out here." she said as she opened one for herself "You've gotta see this!" she said as she grabbed my arm again.
Laura led me into the huge round living room which had no windows but instead opened out onto the desert landscape. With its high ceilings, I felt like I was inside Madison Square Garden. At what seemed like the edge of the floor, it suddenly dropped out and reveled a huge half-circle shaped swimming pool which stretched out further, giving the impression of infinity.
"Doesn't that pool look awesome?" she said excitedly
"Damn!" was all I could say as I looked around "I get the feeling I've seen this house somewhere before."
"I do too, I was hoping you knew where."
"I guarantee it'll come to me at like three in the morning. Who owns this place anyway?"
"Now, now, you know my rule..."
"Right, a good escort never tells her secrets. I guess that applies to houses too?"
"Especially to houses."
Laura led me down a winding staircase to long hallway covered with framed posters for classic Italian, French, American, even Japanese films into a large, somewhat dim, screening room with a row of overstuffed leather theater chairs. There was a wonderfully cool and quiet feeling down here.
"We can watch a movie in here later."
"Man, I hope I don't fall asleep in those chairs."
"Oh, that reminds me! Let me show you the bedroom."
"You can leave your bag in here." she said as she opened the door to one room before adding "I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."
I did a double-take, she gave me that sexy smile in return.
Laura led me into a master bedroom with huge curving windows that looked out onto the desert. The bed appeared to be 2 king-size beds pushed together and it was covered with a fur bedspread.
"What do you think?" she said as she draped herself seductively on the bed.
I looked at her beautiful form.
"I think I'll, I mean, we'll be rather comfortable."
"Come here." she said with a slow beckoning of her finger.
I slowly joined her on the bed and she sat up on her knees.
"I forgot to tell you the best part of this place..." she said in a softer voice as she began to unbutton my shirt "We're out in the desert...it's very hot...we're alone...and this is a clothing optional residence."
My shirt was open and she softly traced her fingers around my chest.
"So the neighbors don't mind, huh?"
"There are no neighbors." she said with a smile and a softer voice as we kissed.
"Undress me..." she whispered in my ear "I wanna be naked with you...want you to see my hot body..."
I reached for the bottom of her tank top and began to slowly pull it upward. Laura raised her arms and as her beautifully large tits were revealed she began to smile widely, then stretched her arms out.
"Ohhhh...so nice!" she said as she cupped her tits while looking at me "Mmmm...I know you love my boobs...give 'em some loving, babe."
I leaned in and kissed her nipples, instantly making them diamond hard. They smelled of a wonderfully fragrant perfume. My kisses turned to sucks on her nipples. Laura was already moaning and holding my head close to her.
