Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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This series is a continuation of my story "A Common Man". To get the most enjoyment from it I suggest you read that story first. However you do it, I hope you enjoy it. Now on with the tale.
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George took another sip from the crystal goblet that held two fingers of 30-year-old Scotch. He held it in his mouth for a moment savoring the flavor, then swallowed.
He turned to the man sitting in a large antique stuffed chair opposite him and said, "As I was saying, we need to do something. She's becoming difficult. She refused to do the shows in Vegas because she said she needed a rest, then she disappeared for a week. That contract would have paid us a lot of money. We can't have that. She makes us too much money and she's too valuable to let her do things like that. The little cunt is the best cash cow we have. Hell, I haven't even demanded she fuck or give me a blow job. She makes us that much money."
"What?" The other man asked in a loud burst, "You haven't fucked the little bitch? Damn George, she must make you a lot of money!"
"Us Madison, us," George said as he took another sip of his scotch, "She makes money for me and as my lawyer I pay you."
"Yea," Madison grinned, " and very well too!"
"She began acting differently a year and a half ago when she disappeared that first time. Since then it's only gotten worse. I want you to find out where she goes when she disappears and if it has anything to do with how she's acting."
"That shouldn't be a problem," Madison replied as he took a sip of his scotch, "I've got a couple of investigators on my payroll who can find out where she goes. So when we do, then what?"
"We deal with it and get her back to the grindstone. She's complaining about burning out. I don't give a tinkers damn about that. All I want is the money she can make me before she does."
Madison grinned and said as he raised his glass, "Us George, make money for us."
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Chelsea pulled into the station and parked her car around the back of the building. She stepped in the back door and walked through the small kitchen. As she entered the store David was just ringing up a purchase for a customer. Chelsea stopped and listened.
"How's Hank doing?" He asked the plain-looking woman he was serving.
"He's better, but when that widowmaker limb hit him it did a lot more damage than he wanted to admit, or let anyone know about. I really shouldn't have told you that. You know how he is. I love that big dumb ox but he can be stubborn."
"Well," David said as he pulled a ledger out from under the counter and jotted something down, "you know your credits good with me."
"You are an angel!" The woman said.
"Not even!" David replied with a scowl, "I've got my hooks in you now Eva and you will pay!"
The woman smiled and replied, "That's what you've said for a year now. How are we ever going to pay you?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," David said with a grin as he wiggled his eyebrows, "you and me might have to work out an arraignment!"
"Oh, you!" The woman said with a giggle as she reached over the counter and gently slapped him on the arm.
"Go on, go feed the kids," David replied with a grin, "and tell that big lummox I'll be by for a beer and a hand of cards soon!"
The woman picked up her bag of groceries and as she stepped out the door David added, "And don't tell that husband of yours I propositioned his wife! I want my arms and legs right where they are and not pulled out of the sockets!"
The woman giggled as she closed the door behind her. As she did it again struck Chelsea how nice a guy David was, even if he tried to hide it and protested not to be.
She waited until the woman was out the door before she gave him her usual greeting, "Hey mister, got a room?"
David turned and with a huge grin said, "Sugar pussy! You're back!"
She hurried over, threw herself against him, put her face against his chest.
Her voice muffled by his shirt she said, "Yes I had to get away, even if it's just for a couple of days."
"Are they working you hard?" David asked as he pulled her closer.
"Very hard. And George is getting nasty about me taking these days away. He says I will lose my fans if I keep doing it."
"Lose your fans for taking a day or two to yourself? I don't think so! Besides a rest does you good, doesn't it? Recharges your artistic batteries so to speak?"