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talking to him. I bet she had no idea that he was staring at her chest as he was talking back to her and not at her face. I was about to go over and join them when Amber came back over to me.
    “So how are you liking the city?”
    “It’s great.” I nodded and smiled into her big blue eyes. “Have you lived here long?”
    “Who me?” She giggled. “I’m just a normal girl from the Midwest who came to the city after college to follow my dreams.”
    “Oh?”
    “I wanted to be an actress.” She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulders. “I was the star of all my high school plays. Everyone told me I’d make it. So I came here. Got some plastic surgery and went to audition after audition, but only scored a few roles.”
    “Oh, so would I know any of them?”
    “I doubt it.” She giggled and stuck her chest out.
    “Why didn’t you go to Los Angeles if you wanted to be an actress?” I tried to see if Hannah was doing okay, but Amber blocked my view.
    “I thought I’d do better in New York.” She pouted and pressed her breasts into my arm. “Though, I’d love to go to Los Angeles one day. That’s where you’re from right?”
    “Yeah.” I nodded.
    “I have a friend out there. We starred in a, uh, movie together.”
    “What movie?”
    “I don’t want to tell you.” She blushed and looked down. However, I could tell she wasn’t really embarrassed. I also knew why she’d never made it. She was a terrible actress.
    “Oh okay.” I shrugged, not really caring.
    “Okay, I’ll tell you.” Her hand rested on my thigh and she moved it up, terribly close to my groin. I shifted away from her uncomfortably. “It was called Wild Nights With The Buttman”.
    “Sorry what?” I frowned. Had I heard her correctly?
    “Wild Nights With The Buttman.” She said again. “It wasn’t a porn. It was an art-house movie. Yes, there was real sex, but we used condoms and it was in the name of art.”
    “Uh okay, what was the movie about?”
    “It was basically an introspection of this man’s life.”
    “I’m assuming that man was the Buttman?” I tried not to laugh as she was talking about it so seriously.
    “Yes!” She nodded. “It basically followed this very complicated character on his journey through life.”
    “And let me guess, it focused on how much he liked, uh, butts?”
    “Yes,” She grinned. “I guess you know these art-house movies.”
    “Uh yeah.” I nodded. “So what was your role?”
    “I was the girl in apartment eight,” Her eyes were wide. “He had a crush on me and finally we get together. It was a very intense role about what I meant to him.”
    “Did you have many lines?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “Just one. The director wanted to focus on the visuals of the scene more.”
    “I see. So what was the line? Do you remember it?”
    “It was fuck me harder.” She whispered into my ear and I could see a smile on her face. “I had to scream ‘fuck me harder’ as we had doggy style sex outside my front door.”
    “Outside your front door?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
    “Yes.” She paused. “I did it for the movie. I don’t normally sleep around. The director wanted to show how deeply Buttman loved butts that he had to have doggy style everywhere.”
    “I see.” I nodded and tried not to roll my eyes. I wondered how many other women had fallen for this directors’ bullshit.
    “So anyways, maybe tonight I can show you around the City?”
    “Hmm, maybe.” I jumped up then as I saw Rob placing his hand on Hannah’s shoulder. “Excuse me.” I walked over to the other side of the room quickly and placed my hand on Hannah’s back. “Everything okay over here?”
    “Of course.” Rob looked annoyed that he’d been interrupted but I could see thanks in Hannah’s eyes.
    “Let’s get on with business then.” My voice was deep and no-nonsense. I was already ready to get out of there.
    “I think Amber wants to show you something first.” Rob shook his