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bouncy curls. She was long-legged and thin. Her breasts were firm under a silk blouse. She wore a flattering straight skirt, dark stockings, and polished high heels.
“I’m sorry,” he finally managed a smile. “I was staring, wasn’t I? Come in. I didn’t expect so beautiful a girl.”
Billie smiled—as if she’d never heard any of this before. The hint of a blush rose along her cheekbones. The color sloped down her neck to the hollow of her throat.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. It was Billie what? Your last name?”
“Just Billie,” she smiled again.
Hudson gestured around his Spartan hotel room. “I know, it isn’t exactly the Plaza.”
For some reason, Billie found herself slowly relaxing with this one. He was easy to be with, and he sounded halfway intelligent.
Billie sat down on the edge of the bed.
Very nonchalantly, she unfastened the top button of her blouse, then the next.
“Sit down by me.
Hudson did, and she lightly kissed his cheek. Her perfume drifted luxuriously up into his face.
“You said I was beautiful. I’d like to repay the compliment—you’re very handsome.”
Billie lightly slid her hands inside his shirt. She unbuttoned the middle two buttons.
Her touch was light and warm. Suddenly something extraordinary happened. Something unusual: Hudson began to feel.
A warning went off deep inside. He ignored it. But
something was wrong.
She was so natural, so relaxed with him.
The lightest touch of fingers.
She was massaging him as she undressed.
The silk blouse delicately
shushed
off. Then the straight black skirt.
She stood over him—sheer dark stockings, garters, high heels.
There was a glistening droplet on her golden patch of hair.
He felt as if he were sinking through the mattress.
The inner warning sounded again. He ignored it.
He stopped and watched her breathe—so unexpectedly beautiful—and she smiled when she realized what he was doing.
“You are beautiful.”
Her breasts were swelling. Hudson gently touched them, exploring their roundness, exploring each pink aureole.
She slid on top of him, and her blond hair glowed in the light from the overhead lamp. She rocked back and forth on top, a peaceful, swaying motion. Everything seemed so natural. The warning signals quieted, like a siren fading in the distance.
He was breathing faster and faster.
Her eyes shut, then opened, shut again.
Faster and faster, faster and faster.
He played with her as she gently rocked on top of him like a cresting sea wave. He manipulated her with his hand as she moved to her own rhythm.
Then her body stiffened and she began to fall forward against his chest. She arched dramatically backward, and jerked forward again. It was as if currents of electricity were passing through her body.
He was almost certain…
She was coming, her body shuddering.
This expensive escort from Vintage.
This beautiful prostitute was having an orgasm with him.
Billie. Just Billie.
Warning signals were going off like police sirens in his head. David Hudson listened this time. He didn’t come. He never did.
Chapter 17
ARCH CARROLL WAS flying on People Express to Miami that morning. It wasn’t the most enjoyable experience he’d ever had.
The airline service crew was young and inexperienced. They giggled during the seat belt and air bag pep talk. They sold cellophane-wrapped danishes in the aisle for a dollar.
The first possible break in the Green Band mystery had come quickly. Almost too quickly, Carroll thought cautiously. He’d spotted the clue himself the night before. Immediately, he was on the first flight to Florida to check it out.
He opened his eyes and stared the length of the aisle at two stewardesses talking in conspiratorial whispers. Then, about halfway through the two-hour-and-forty-minute flight, he got up wearily and trudged to the bathroom.
Everyone on the early bird flight looked thoroughly depressed and groggy, as if they’d risen way too early and
“I’m sorry,” he finally managed a smile. “I was staring, wasn’t I? Come in. I didn’t expect so beautiful a girl.”
Billie smiled—as if she’d never heard any of this before. The hint of a blush rose along her cheekbones. The color sloped down her neck to the hollow of her throat.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. It was Billie what? Your last name?”
“Just Billie,” she smiled again.
Hudson gestured around his Spartan hotel room. “I know, it isn’t exactly the Plaza.”
For some reason, Billie found herself slowly relaxing with this one. He was easy to be with, and he sounded halfway intelligent.
Billie sat down on the edge of the bed.
Very nonchalantly, she unfastened the top button of her blouse, then the next.
“Sit down by me.
Hudson did, and she lightly kissed his cheek. Her perfume drifted luxuriously up into his face.
“You said I was beautiful. I’d like to repay the compliment—you’re very handsome.”
Billie lightly slid her hands inside his shirt. She unbuttoned the middle two buttons.
Her touch was light and warm. Suddenly something extraordinary happened. Something unusual: Hudson began to feel.
A warning went off deep inside. He ignored it. But
something was wrong.
She was so natural, so relaxed with him.
The lightest touch of fingers.
She was massaging him as she undressed.
The silk blouse delicately
shushed
off. Then the straight black skirt.
She stood over him—sheer dark stockings, garters, high heels.
There was a glistening droplet on her golden patch of hair.
He felt as if he were sinking through the mattress.
The inner warning sounded again. He ignored it.
He stopped and watched her breathe—so unexpectedly beautiful—and she smiled when she realized what he was doing.
“You are beautiful.”
Her breasts were swelling. Hudson gently touched them, exploring their roundness, exploring each pink aureole.
She slid on top of him, and her blond hair glowed in the light from the overhead lamp. She rocked back and forth on top, a peaceful, swaying motion. Everything seemed so natural. The warning signals quieted, like a siren fading in the distance.
He was breathing faster and faster.
Her eyes shut, then opened, shut again.
Faster and faster, faster and faster.
He played with her as she gently rocked on top of him like a cresting sea wave. He manipulated her with his hand as she moved to her own rhythm.
Then her body stiffened and she began to fall forward against his chest. She arched dramatically backward, and jerked forward again. It was as if currents of electricity were passing through her body.
He was almost certain…
She was coming, her body shuddering.
This expensive escort from Vintage.
This beautiful prostitute was having an orgasm with him.
Billie. Just Billie.
Warning signals were going off like police sirens in his head. David Hudson listened this time. He didn’t come. He never did.
Chapter 17
ARCH CARROLL WAS flying on People Express to Miami that morning. It wasn’t the most enjoyable experience he’d ever had.
The airline service crew was young and inexperienced. They giggled during the seat belt and air bag pep talk. They sold cellophane-wrapped danishes in the aisle for a dollar.
The first possible break in the Green Band mystery had come quickly. Almost too quickly, Carroll thought cautiously. He’d spotted the clue himself the night before. Immediately, he was on the first flight to Florida to check it out.
He opened his eyes and stared the length of the aisle at two stewardesses talking in conspiratorial whispers. Then, about halfway through the two-hour-and-forty-minute flight, he got up wearily and trudged to the bathroom.
Everyone on the early bird flight looked thoroughly depressed and groggy, as if they’d risen way too early and
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